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De nouvelles destinations au départ des aéroports alsaciens. Dans le Haut-Rhin, l'EuroAirport de Bâle-Mulhouse a dévoilé son plan de vol hivernal. En plus de certaines lignes renforcées, des vols vers de nouveaux horizons seront proposés pour la première fois ou réintroduits jusqu'au 28 mars prochain. C'est notamment le cas des liaisons vers Bratislava en Slovaquie, La Palma dans les îles Canaries, Ohrid en Macédoine et Tanger au Maroc. Des nouveautés sont encore prévues pour l'été, avec des vols vers Chişinău en Moldavie, Bodrum en Turquie, Poznań en Pologne et Podgorica au Monténégro. Du côté de l'aéroport de Strasbourg-Entzheim, la compagnie aérienne Volotea a annoncé hier desservir la ville de Florence en Italie à partir de septembre 2026.Une grève de la faim entamée par une enseignante à Strasbourg. Vanessa Koehler est inscrite sur la liste complémentaire du concours de recrutement des professeurs des écoles. Elle a réussi l'épreuve, mais se retrouve sur liste d'attente, tout comme neuf autres enseignants de l'académie strasbourgeoise. Par son action, elle souhaite dénoncer, je cite, “l'inhumanité du système des listes complémentaires”. Des contractuels, moins bien payés, leur seraient parfois préférés.La Région Grand Est vous invite à voter pour les Trophées Associations 2025. Au total, 34 projets ont été sélectionnés pour tenter de remporter l'un des 10 prix, chacun doté d'un montant de 1 500€. Plusieurs associations alsaciennes sont en compétition. Parmi celles-ci, Raid2Vous, qui organise notamment un raid féminin dans la Vallée de la Bruche, et propose de porter un autre regard sur le sport. La candidature du jeune Robin, âgé de 16 ans et membre de l'association Cynotechnique 67, spécialisée dans la formation de binômes maître-chien en recherche de personnes disparues et basée à Dauendorf, a été retenue en vue du Prix Jeune Bénévole. Sans oublier l'association Poupipou avec son projet Ty Waste Alsace centrale. Un outil d'économie circulaire pour les associations, entreprises et collectivités, dont on vous avait parlé plus tôt cette année. L'interview est encore à retrouver sur notre site internet. Les votes sont encore ouverts jusqu'au 12 novembre prochain, sur le site maregiondemain.fr. Un temps d'échanges proposé demain à Haguenau. La Police Municipale poursuit ses rendez-vous réguliers au marché, à l'entrée de la Halle aux Houblons. Les Haguenoviens sont invités à échanger librement avec les agents, poser leurs questions et partager leur quotidien. Le prochain créneau est prévu demain matin, de 8h à 12 h.Faits divers. Un homme d'une quarantaine d'années a été condamné à 15 mois de prison avec sursis pour harcèlement et agression sexuelle au travail. Les faits s'étaient déroulés en été 2024, dans l'établissement de soins de Sainte-Marie-aux-Mines. Une jeune femme de 22 ans a expliqué avoir été saisie par le cou et plaquée contre la paroi d'un ascenseur par cet individu. Son contrat n'a pas été renouvelé et il a été condamné à une peine de sursis probatoire avec obligations de soins, interdiction d'entrer en contact avec la victime, une amende de 500 euros et des dommages-intérêts de 1500 euros. A l'approche du mois de novembre et de ses jours fériés, quelques changements sont à prévoir du côté des marchés hebdomadaires. A Sélestat, le marché du terroir de samedi est avancé à demain et le marché du mardi 11 novembre avancé à la veille, lundi 10 novembre. Les événements prévus à Colmar ce samedi sont aussi concernés. Alors que les marchés de la Place de la Cathédrale et de la Place des Dominicains sont annulés, le marché Saint-Joseph est lui avancé à demain. Le stationnement y sera donc interdit à partir de 05h du matin.

In this episode Cath was joined by Dr Kathrin Stauffer. They chatted about how the body remembers in multiple ways and how not getting what we need in childhood impacts multiple systems in our bodies (not just the nervous system). When we are on a healing journey the expression of sadness and grieving are an important part of this journey. However, it may be that we are blocked from crying by our defences. We dived into this and talked about food, body shape, body psychotherapy, the the function of comfort eating, shame and much more. Kathrin Stauffer PhD, UKCP Registered Body Psychotherapist, is the author of ‘Emotional Neglect and the Adult in Therapy: Lifelong Consequences to a Lack of Early Attunement' (W.W. Norton 2020).Kathrin was born and educated in Switzerland. Originally a research biochemist, she retrained at the Chiron Centre for Body Psychotherapy. She lives in Cambridge in the UK and works in private practice as a body and humanistic psychotherapist, EMDR practitioner, trainer and supervisor. She previously wrote ‘Anatomy & Physiology for Psychotherapists: connecting Body & Soul' (W.W. Norton 2010). Currently she is the President of the European Association for Body Psychotherapy EABP.You can contact her via her website which is www.stauffer.co.uk.If you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

An toghchán uachtaránachta agus na himpelachtaí a bheas ag bua Catherine Connolly ar pholitíocht logánta Ghaillimh Thiar.

Liz, Cath and Carolyn try to make sense of the week that was in netball, where SO MUCH ACTION occurred across the ditch, only part of which was on court. More reminders this week that Liz and Cath are legends (don't forget to vote for Cath at HERE before 31 October 2025) and that Carolyn lacks good judgement and has an allergy to the post office. PLUS, we all get smarter learning about netball commentating. It's a netball podcast, but it's so much more. Listen to the No Dribble Hottest Not Quite 100 on Spotify HERE If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERE (it's a hoot!) If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE (and please, give it a good review when you're done!) Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn and nominate your 'Wind Beneath My Wings' hero on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Chay, Richie and Myself as we look ahead to this weeks big North v South Wales grudge match as we take on Cardiff City. We discuss possible starting line ups and predict the outcome in this pre match preview #WxmAFCThank you to everyone who tuned in live and to those who interacted in the live chat and comments an even bigger thanks. Please subscribe on whichever platform you follow us and if you can leave a 5 star review also.You can find all our useful links including contact info here - https://linktr.ee/racecourserambleFollow MH Travel for Wrexham FC away games and also coach holidays and Gig travel - https://www.facebook.com/mhtravelnorthwalesDonate to Cath's Charity Skydive - https://t.co/ogpyBUFky9Follow MH Taytoes on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61580330577739Follow A Football Type for amazing Wrexham Prints here - https://afootballtype.com/Check out our PATREON here - https://tr.ee/PGq38iuh3eAs ever the awesome theme music and stings are provided by 1987tilpresent, You can buy the track called ' I found my love down Crispin Lane ' from here - https://1987tilpresent.bandcamp.com/track/i-found-my-love-down-crispin-lane Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's a netball podcast, but it's so much more. Listen to the No Dribble Hottest Not Quite 100 on Spotify HERE If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERE (it's a hoot!) If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE (and please, give it a good review when you're done!) Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn and nominate your 'Wind Beneath My Wings' hero on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode Cath is joined by Dr. Kathrin Stauffer for a rich and varied discussion about emotional neglect, what causes this, how we might know we have been emotionally neglected, the interplay with narcissistic family dynamics, what constitutes narcissistic traits and how narcissism and perfectionism can play out in motherhood. Kathrin Stauffer PhD, UKCP Registered Body Psychotherapist, is the author of ‘Emotional Neglect and the Adult in Therapy: Lifelong Consequences to a Lack of Early Attunement' (W.W. Norton 2020). She was born and educated in Switzerland. Originally a research biochemist, she retrained at the Chiron Centre for Body Psychotherapy. She lives in Cambridge in the UK and works in private practice as a body and humanistic psychotherapist, EMDR practitioner, trainer and supervisor. Currently she is the President of the European Association for Body Psychotherapy EABP. Kathrin's website is www.stauffer.co.uk If you wish to work with Kathrin or have a question for her, then email her direct on kathrin@stauffer.co.ukIf you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Invité : Dave Lüthi, Professeur d'histoire de l'architecture à l'Université de Lausanne Érigée à partir de 1170, la Cathédrale de Lausanne est considérée comme lʹun des plus beaux monuments dʹart gothique dʹEurope. Elle a été consacrée le 20 octobre 1275 par le Pape Grégoire X en présence de lʹempereur Rodolphe de Habsbourg. Pour parler de lʹhistoire du monument, Johanne Dussez accueille Dave Lüthi, professeur dʹhistoire de lʹarchitecture à lʹUniversité de Lausanne. Une émission du 19 février 2023 en nouvelle diffusion.

Get ready for an out-of-this-world discussion on "Uranus 2324," the epic sci-fi adventure featuring lesbians in space! Join us as we dive into Freen and Becky's latest project, unpack the multiverse love story, and gush over the jaw-dropping production, gorgeous visuals, and heartfelt moments. From alternate timelines to underwater free dives and space station drama, this movie delivered EVERYTHING. We'll break down the incredible queer representation, Cath and Lin's unforgettable chemistry, and why this might just be our favorite FreenBecky project to date. Plus, can we talk about those iconic World War II outfits, the Spider-Man-style kiss, and Becky's flawless hair? Seriously, we're obsessed.If you want to support us and gain access to bonus content become a Patreon: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠BGE Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Wanna talk queer media with us and our friends? Join our Discord: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠BGE Discord Link⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠This episode along with all our other episodes are now available on YouTube: Check out the ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠BGE Channel⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠As always, please feel free to reach out to us on all the things. We love hearing from you!Instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@biggayenergypod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Twitter      ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@biggayenergypod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Tik Tok      ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@Biggayenergypodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tumblr      ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@biggayenergypod⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

This is actually the quiz from last week, apologies for the delay. But my guests on this episode, Genevieve Hegney and Catherine Moore have been very busy lately. As well as writing and rehearsing their third play together, Gen and Cath portray about a dozen different characters each to tell the real life story of the absolute trailblazer who became Australia's first female commercial pilot - Deborah Lawrie. Their play Fly Girl has its world premiere season at the Ensemble theatre in Kirribilli in Sydney, with previews starting on the 17th of October and running until the 22nd of November. Get tickets to Fly Girl here:https://www.ensemble.com.au/shows/fly-girl/#calendarSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/the-saturday-quiz. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textIt's hard to believe—it's been 11 years since we uploaded our very first Catholic YouTube video. Looking back, we had no idea what we were doing! But through every awkward moment, small beginning, and leap of faith, God's grace (and your prayers) have carried this ministry forward.In our newest video, we're taking a lighthearted (and humbling!) look back at where it all began — and we couldn't help but think of you, because you've been part of this journey.Support the showSupport this show and get all future episodes by email atwww.kenandjanelle.com

Avec Stéphane Brosseau, auteur de : - Encyclopédie en 4 volumes « Les cathédrales françaises et leur symbolique » / CoolLibri (par internet uniquement) - « Ecoute la Pierre » / TheBookedition (par Internet) - « Chartres, quintessence de la symbolique » / Edilivre (Internet ou librairie) - « Symbolique de l'église Notre-Dame-de-L'Assomption d'Auvers-sur-Oise » / Edilivre (Internet ou librairie) - « Symbolique de l'église de Notre-Dame de Lourdes de La Baule », Edilivre  (Internet uniquement) - « L'église de Beaumont sur Oise » / uniquement sur le site de TheBookedition

In “The Seeker and the Sage” a traumatised journalist is given a dream assignment - track down the mayor of a mysterious town whose citizens are the happiest people on Earth. She wants to learn how to live a good life but the town’s mayor wants to protect his dominion from the modern world. In what is an allegory for our times; Delaney poses the question: can the ancient philosophy of Stoicism help us create our own utopias in an increasingly troubled world? + Short fiction set in the Pacific Islands was a popular genre in the early 20th century. Associate Professor Mandy Treagus offers a deep analysis of the adventuring writers whose stories were set in these islands, such as Robert Louis Stevenson, Jack London and W. Somerset Maughan. + Our random reader, Lesley, introduces us to Jan Morris’ book “Conundrum” in which Jan shares a grippingly honest account of her ten-year transition from man to woman. On first publication in 1974, “Conundrum” generated enormous interest around the world and was chosen by “The Times” as one of the '100 Key Books of Our Time'. GuestsBrigid Delaney, author of “The Seeker and the Sage” Mandy Treagus, Associate Professor in English and Creative Writing at the University of Adelaide, author of “The Pacific Tale: Short fiction from 1890 - 1950” Other books that get a mention: Cath mentions Richard Osman’s “The Impossible Fortune”, Mick Herron’s “Clown Town” and “Peter Ackroyd’s “The English Soul; Faith of a Nation” Annie mentions “What we can Know” by Ian McEwin, “Ripeness” by Sarah Moss and “Novacene; The coming of age of hyper intelligence” by James Lovelock INSTAGRAM @allenandunwin @palgrave_macmillan @brigidwdSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In “The Seeker and the Sage” a traumatised journalist is given a dream assignment - track down the mayor of a mysterious town whose citizens are the happiest people on Earth. She wants to learn how to live a good life but the town’s mayor wants to protect his dominion from the modern world. In what is an allegory for our times; Delaney poses the question: can the ancient philosophy of Stoicism help us create our own utopias in an increasingly troubled world? + Short fiction set in the Pacific Islands was a popular genre in the early 20th century. Associate Professor Mandy Treagus offers a deep analysis of the adventuring writers whose stories were set in these islands, such as Robert Louis Stevenson, Jack London and W. Somerset Maughan. + Our random reader, Lesley, introduces us to Jan Morris’ book “Conundrum” in which Jan shares a grippingly honest account of her ten-year transition from man to woman. On first publication in 1974, “Conundrum” generated enormous interest around the world and was chosen by “The Times” as one of the '100 Key Books of Our Time'. GuestsBrigid Delaney, author of “The Seeker and the Sage” Mandy Treagus, Associate Professor in English and Creative Writing at the University of Adelaide, author of “The Pacific Tale: Short fiction from 1890 - 1950” Other books that get a mention: Cath mentions Richard Osman’s “The Impossible Fortune”, Mick Herron’s “Clown Town” and “Peter Ackroyd’s “The English Soul; Faith of a Nation” Annie mentions “What we can Know” by Ian McEwin, “Ripeness” by Sarah Moss and “Novacene; The coming of age of hyper intelligence” by James Lovelock INSTAGRAM @allenandunwin @palgrave_macmillan @brigidwdSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week, Liz and Cath report back from Adelaide where the Diamonds welcomed ANOTHER THREE debutants in spectacular fashion as they closed out the series with South Africa 3-0. Keira Austin has some important advice for Liz and Carolyn tips a huge change in world netball (kind of a short change really). It's a netball podcast, but it's so much more. Listen to the No Dribble Hottest Not Quite 100 on Spotify HERE If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERE (it's a hoot!) If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE (and please, give it a good review when you're done!) Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn and nominate your 'Wind Beneath My Wings' hero on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode Cath was joined by therapist and coach Catherine Topham Sly. Catherine and Cath talked about adult love relationships, conflict, couples therapy, learning to communicate, how the mental load after kids can cause conflict and much more.Catherine Topham Sly is the UK's leading expert in relationships after kids. Founder of Insight & Connection, she's a BACP accredited couples therapist and relationship transformation coach. Catherine is the creator of the 'Love Happy Live Free' method, a unique personal development and relationship skills training programme. Catherine works with both individuals and couples who want to develop the mindset and skills to have loving, satisfying, joyful relationships, so they can enjoy their happiest family life.You can find Catherine on Instagram @insightandconnectionIf you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A growing range of international visitor markets means New Zealand's on track to beat pre-Covid tourism numbers. Overseas arrivals reached 92% of pre-pandemic numbers in August. That's up from 87% in July. Board of Airline Representatives Executive Director Cath O'Brien told Ryan Bridge increased airline capacity from the Americas, Singapore, Hong Kong markets means we're seeing more than just Aussies. She hopes this is meaningful for tourism businesses who have waited a long time to see this recovery. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Ce 20 octobre, la cathédrale de Lausanne fête les 750 ans de sa consécration. Lʹédifice accueillait au Moyen Age des milliers de pèlerins, attirés par la statue de la Vierge Marie, considérée comme miraculeuse. Aujourdʹhui encore, de nombreuses personnes déposent dans ce haut-lieu leurs intentions de prière sur de petits feuillets jaunes. Un reportage de Matthias Wirz.

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way. But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking. Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced. "It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom." Sam growled into her ear. Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass. She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm. The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body. Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying. Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up. "Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger. "Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her. "I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?" "Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively. "Big plans tonight?" "No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting." "So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had. Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered. An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. She was still horny. She was still wet. She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight. No one was in there, no one needed to know. Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties. She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself. Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore. Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected. Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there. Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her. Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut. The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her, Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too. Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum. There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time. Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger. Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused. She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people. "Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished. The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle between her legs. But still, her fantasy life was generally left unexplored, and as she drove home, she wondered if that needed to change. She wondered about Sam's fantasies. What did he have hidden deep down inside? Unfortunately, she would need to wait till another night to find out. Sam got home late from the church meeting, and was clearly tired and hungry. Cathy sat with him on the couch as he ate and they shared a drink, spending their date night connecting verbally, instead of physically. That was nice too, she thought, and equally as important. She was that much more thankful she decided to take care of herself at work, even if the images that played in her mind had been questionable and unexpected. Cathy asked about the meeting, how it went, who was there. Sam told her the usual suspects were all rounded up; the church board of elders, the music director, and Ginny. In fact, as he told his wife about the events of the meeting, there was one name that kept coming up, with stories attached to it he was happy to tell: Ginny. Cathy knew it wasn't that out of the ordinary, she was new, after all, and still getting the hang of everything, but still, it started to seem like her husband Sam might have a bit of a crush. She smirked slightly at the thought, filed it away, and went back to the conversation. Noting the time, the two realized they'd blown right through date night, but agreed they had enjoyed the time talking together. Then, finishing his drink, Sam made a suggestion. "You know, Christine IS staying over at her friend's house this Friday,” he said with a sly smirk. "Oh yeah?" she said, shifting excitedly in her seat, returning his smirk, "what'd you have in mind?" "Rain check?" "I think that can be arranged." They leaned in and kissed. "And the house will be empty, so you can be as loud as you want." his sly smirk returned. She matched it once more. They kissed once more. She couldn't wait for Friday. Cathy barely made it through Thursday, and Friday seemed to go by slower molasses as she patiently waited out the clock, desperate to get their date night started. But mother nature had different plans. "I'm sorry, sweetie, you know how I feel about it," Cathy said, legitimately bummed out. "But it doesn't matter to me, I'm fine with it!" Sam said in response, trying his best to be accommodating. He had just gotten out of the shower and stood nude and drying before his wife, who wore only a big t-shirt and some sleeping shorts. "I know you are, but I'm not. It's just not something I prefer." "I know, I know, I'm sorry," Sam said, "it's your body, I respect that." "Thanks, sweetie," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Cathy had spent the whole week practically dripping in anticipation for the next time she and Sam were going to make love, so much so that she almost didn't notice earlier that day when she got her period. She silently cursed from the bathroom stall at the timing; she didn't like to have sex on her period, at least not in the early days. She never had. She had done it once, and it was a complete disaster, so she said never again. "But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy ourselves," she said, biting her lip playfully, and drawing a finger down his naked chest. "Oh yeah?" he smiled. His cock twitched. "Yeah. Go lay down, I'll be right back." She turned him around, playfully swatted his cute ass, and watched him excitedly pad off toward the bed. Sam got comfortable, and Cathy slipped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen; she had an idea, another thing she hadn't done since before she met Sam. Sex may have always been off the table, but she had never shied away from wanting to please her man, but with Sam she couldn't remember a time they ever fooled around during her period. It just became another reason for them not to have sex, just another excuse. Opening the kitchen cabinet she thought back to the fun she had had with other men, and being surprised how many different parts of the body could make someone cum if lubricated well enough. She shamed herself at the thought. Not for reminiscing about sex with other men, but for the fact that she and Sam had spent so many years without exploring yet another facet of each other's pleasure. That changed tonight. Padding back into the bedroom, Sam couldn't help but notice the Cheshire smile on his wife's face. "What've you got there?" he inquired, cocking his head toward her hands that were behind her back. Cathy just smiled and slid into bed next to her nude husband. She couldn't help but notice his cock had a pleasant anticipatory chub to it already. "Getting started without me?" she said with a big grin, dancing a finger around the top of Sam's thigh. "A man can't help where his mind goes when he's waiting for a beautiful woman," Sam said, returning her smile. "Well why don't you tell me about it?" She said, tickling his full balls with the tip of her finger, "I want to learn where your mind goes." She cupped his balls completely, squeezing gently. Sam moaned. Cathy sat up, and presented the hidden item she brought back from the kitchen: a full jar of coconut oil. Sam's cock twitched as he watched his wife unscrew the lid and reach in to retrieve a chunk of the slippery white solid. He knew she liked to cook with it, but he never for a second considered its other uses. "You've done this before, haven't you," he said without a hint of jealousy. "Once or twice," she said with a sly grin. She rolled it around in her hand, and Sam watched it dissolve into a slick clear liquid. "Now just relax," she said, cuddling close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, "and talk to me." "About what?" Sam whispered, feeling Cathy drip the warm liquid onto his thickening member. "About your dreams," she said, trickling the last of the lubricant over his tip, "about your fantasies." "What kind of fantasies?" He said, fully knowing the answer. "I think you know what kind," she smiled, drawing a slippery finger over his juicy tip. "I, I don't know if I have any," he melted, her fingers starting to dance across his sensitive skin. "You don't have any fantasies?" she cooed. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or playing with her. "I don't really know," he said, pausing to enjoy his wife's touch before dropping his follow up, "do you?" Cathy smiled. Of course. She was learning just how much of a voyeur her husband was, of course that's where he'd go. It was a fair question, and it was only fair she be as open with him as she was asking "Sure," she said with a syrupy lilt, "do you wanna hear one?" He sighed loudly and nodded. His cock flexed hard. She smiled again. "I imagine I'm waiting in a hotel room," she began, teasing his cock with the tips of her fingers, "I'm sitting on the bed, waiting for a man. I'm wearing the dress he wants me to wear, the lingerie he wants me to wear. I'm waiting for my man to come in and tell me what to do. I'm waiting for him, to use me." She felt a flutter in her stomach as she shared something with Sam she had never shared with anyone. "Use you how?" Sam said through a strained breath. His cock was pointing straight up now, her slickened fingers teasing him deliciously. He had never thought of his wife in such a lewd, erotic way, but it was certainly having an effect. He needed to know more. "However he wants," she said languidly, her mind starting to drift into her fantasy, "I want to be his slut, I want to be his whore." "Oh my God,” Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Cathy smiled. "I want him to take his pleasure from me however he wants, wherever he wants, and I want him to know I'm happy to accommodate, and to receive." Sam groaned again. Cathy had yet to fully envelope his straining cock with her hand. She wanted to tease him, to prime him for the main event, and his labored breathing and beet-red tip told her it was working. Sam wasn't the only one enjoying the story though; Cathy's cunt had become delightfully moist as she confessed her secret desires to her husband. But what got her even wetter was knowing what she didn't tell Sam: she mentioned not a single thing about the other man in her fantasy; the one fucking her sopping cunt from behind while Sam used her mouth. She didn't tell him about Roger. "What about you, sweetie?" She said, desperate to change the subject away from Roger's mental intrusion, "what do you secretly want?" "I, I don't know,” he stammered as her pressure on his cock increased, making the teasing even more torturous. "No?" Cathy didn't know if he was lying, telling the truth, or just overwhelmed by the situation, but she had some thoughts on where to steer things. "You know, I noticed you've been coming home later than usual when you have a meeting at church lately, any reason for that?" "Have I? I guess it's, we all get to talking, and,” Sam's eyes drifted shut as Cathy began to stroke the firm underside of his cock with two slippery fingers. "Um hmm," she cooed, smirking at his discomfort, "I know what you're up to, all you boys vying for the attention of one pretty girl,” "I don't know what, what you're,” "I bet you keep hoping everyone else will leave, don't you? That one night it'll be just you and her, you and, Ginny." Cathy cupped Sam's balls firmly as she said the young youth pastor's name. Sam moaned. Cathy smiled. "No, it's not like that, oh, God,” "She's a beautiful girl," Cathy said, drifting her hand slowly up to Sam's aching shaft, "I can't say I blame you,” Her fingers closed lightly around him and slowly, tantalizingly began to slide up and down. "I bet she's got an amazing body underneath those modest clothes she wears, don't you?" "I don't, oh, Lord,” "I bet her tits are nice and perky, just like her ass,” Sam began to twitch and wriggle slightly as her stroking continued, "and those lips, don't you just wish you knew what those lips were capable of?" "I can't, I'm not supposed to,” Sam gasped as his wife tortured him with pleasure. The truth was he had thought about those things; all of them. He tried his best to keep his thoughts pure, but Ginny couldn't help but slip in there. His wife had him dead to rights; he did enjoy staying late to talk to Ginny. Her smile was infectious, and her energy was contagious. And it was true that on the drives home sometimes he'd wonder. Sometimes, he'd wonder. "It's ok, sweetie, that's what fantasies are for," Cathy smiled and kissed his neck just below his ear as she slowly stroked him. "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to our youth pastor." "I want, I want,” Sam couldn't get the words out, either through nervousness or sheer arousal impeding his speech function, so Cathy decided to help. "I bet you want her alone with you up in your office, don't you?" she floated on hot breath into his ear. "Hmm." a low grunt was all he could muster. "I bet you want to sit in your big chair while Ginny gets on her knees in front of you, don't you? Another grunt and gasp was the best he could do. Cathy's stroking increased in speed and pressure. "I bet you want her to take your big, thick cock between her wet lips and suck it, don't you?" Her stroking continued its maddening pace and Sam's chest sucked and heaved as she drove his ship "Is that it, sweetie? Do you want our youth pastor Ginny to suck your big cock?" Sam shuddered at the thought, the image racing across his mind. Like an eruption from inside his chest a sound shot up out of his throat; one word, long and loud: "Yes!" "Oh yeah, I know you do, baby," Cathy dripped through a Cheshire grin, her hand slipping up and down her husband's turgid member, "I bet it's been so long since she's sucked a cock; I bet she doesn't suck cock for her husband. I bet she'd go crazy on your perfect cock. I bet she'd even take it into her throat; is that what you want?" "Uh-huh," Sam lurched out of his throat. He did wonder. What did Ginny do behind closed doors? Did she suck her husband's cock? What would it be like if she sucked his? Oh God, what would it be like? "Oh yeah," Cathy continued, stroking him long, stroking him good, "and when you're nice and hard I bet you'd push her naked body back onto your desk, wouldn't you? And then I know you'd taste her sweet, perfect cunt, wouldn't you? Because you're a good boy, aren't you?" Only a nod between gasps this time as Cathy sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sam's body with each slick stroke. "Yeah, you would," Cathy smiled at her husband's delicious admission, "I bet she'd be so wet for you, honey, I bet she'd taste so sweet,” She was turning herself on now as she fabricated this impossible scenario. "And then I bet she'd beg for your big cock; she'd beg you for it, and you'd give it to her, wouldn't you, baby? Right there on the desk you'd push all the way into her; all the way into Ginny's sweet, sweet cunt." "Oh my God," Sam gasped as his wife expertly pleasured his mind and his body simultaneously. He felt so awful, so wrong, picturing the new, young youth pastor splayed out on his desk, writhing and moaning as he fed her body his hard cock, but it's like Cathy said; it was just fantasy. A fantasy he was sharing with his wife. It felt wrong, but oh so right. "And then you'd fuck her, wouldn't you? You'd fuck her hard, you'd fuck her good, .you'd fuck her better than her husband," Cathy's whispers grew more and more sultry as her slippery fist moved faster and faster. "That girl would be so wet for you, and you'd give her everything she wanted. Would she cum for you? Would you make sure that tight cunt spasmed and squeezed on your big cock, honey?" "Yes, oh god, yes!" Sam was racing toward the edge, his breath coming heavy and fast. Cathy's hand was like lightning on his cock, summoning the white hot boil in his loins to the surface. "And what about you, baby? Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna give Ginny your hot, sweet cum?" "Uh-huh," he gasped, "uh-huh!" "Where are you gonna give it to her, baby? Are you gonna cum in her sweet cunt? Or maybe on her perfect tits? Or maybe.." Cathy bit Sam's earlobe as she went in for the kill, "maybe our sweet youth pastor Ginny wants you to cum all over her face!" "Oh Jesus!" Sam shouted as the image sped through his body like a bolt of lightning "Yeah, that's it; on her knees, those big eyes looking up at you, and that's when she says 'do it, Sam, cum for me; cum all over my face!'" White light exploded behind Sam's eyes, and his whole body tensed and spasmed. Cathy cooed into his ear but kept her deliberate stroking pace as she felt his cock flex hard in her hands, his balls jump, and then the first thick, white rope leapt excitedly from his tip. "Oh yes, baby, that's it!" Cathy couldn't stop smiling as her husband moaned and wailed. Cathy continued to milk his throbbing member, and he poured and sprayed his hot cum up out of his cock, splattering on his naked body and dripping down her stroking, loving hand. She loved it when he orgasmed. She loved making him orgasm. Cathy slowed her stroking as Sam started to return to earth. "Oh my God, babe, Oh my God," he started laughing through deep breaths, overwhelmed by the pure sensory overload. "That was a good one, wasn't it, sweetie?" She cooed, kissing him gently on the neck. "I'll say," he chuckled again before letting out one final, big exhale signaling his completion. "Let me get you a towel," she said with a kiss, then slinked to her feet. Before she turned away, she made sure Sam saw her raise her cum-covered hand up to her mouth and lick at his thick juice like an ice cream cone. Sam's cock bounced with a thick throb. She winked and reached down for a towel to clean him up. Even in her big t-shirt she looked so sexy to him. He could see her hard nipples forcing their way through the fabric, and sighed at the heart shape her ass formed when she bent down to retrieve the towel. Sam admired her as she lovingly wiped his cum off his body; he couldn't believe this was his wife. He couldn't believe the pleasure she'd been bringing him lately, the pleasure they'd been bringing each other, or that they were sharing such new amazing experiences this deep into their marriage. He couldn't believe how freely she dictated a fantasy involving someone they both knew. A fantasy that ended with him spraying cum all over the new youth pastor's face. A fantasy he couldn't admit he didn't have. Suddenly a thought came to him "That was amazing, Cath," he said as she finished him up, "but I want you to know, I've never, I mean I would never,” Even after all they had just experienced, saying the words felt awkward and difficult. "I know, Sam," she said with a smile; she knew exactly what he was getting at, "that's why it's a fantasy. It's all safe. It's all pretend. It's all ok." What a woman. "I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile. "I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam. "That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers. "Mmm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle. "Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired, "The guy?" "The guy in your fantasy, the guy using you?" Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smoky eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up." She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep. It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, cunt soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband, by Roger, by both of them. Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately. Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him. It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor. It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young cunt, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be. It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it? But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it. Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore. Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face; the only guy, the only time; and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for her. All for her. Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came. All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy. Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower. As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her, and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

Hello and welcome to conversations from the A&F podcast.  In this episode I speak to adoptive parent Cath who is parenting from a distance, a position  that many adoptive families find themselves in. Often parents struggled to meet the complex and high needs of children with the challenges of ensuring children remain safe also added into the mix.  When this happens it can characterised as a breakdown or an adoption disruption, however as Cath's story indicates the separation is often necessary to ensure any chance of an ongoing relationship between children and parents. However, getting service to acknowledge and see the needs of children and parents can be challenging to say the least.  As always if you've experience of adoption, fostering or special guardianship from any perspective personal or professional and would like share that on the podcast please get in touch through the Facebook page, BlueSky or email us at AandFpodcast@gmail.com Listen/subscribe on iTunes here Spotify here

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.He was a nice enough guy, and she felt bad afterward when he said she was the only girl he had met at school who wasn't weirded out by his request, so they became a semi-regular thing. She swallowed lots of his cum, and he left with lots of her panties. It was fun, but it only lasted a short while once she realized the pleasure was only going to be going one way. But that's what college, and being young, was all about; having fun; and it turned her on intensely to see how aroused stories of her experiences made Sam. She used to be embarrassed of her pre-Sam sexual history, feeling bad that she had experience where Sam had been a virgin, but now that history had become an exciting part of their lovemaking. Just the other night, while Sam gently fingered her, she breathlessly whispered into her ear he wanted her to tell him about a time she felt really naughty. She smiled, and told him of the time where, in the heat of passion, her then-boyfriend slipped his saliva-slick thumb into her ass while he fucked her from behind. It was the only time it ever happened, and the surprise of the sensation triggered a body-shaking orgasm like she had never experienced. "It was so intense, so hot," she said, "that he completely forgot to pull out." She felt Sam's cock twitch against her leg. She smiled. She continued to tease him. "I knew I shouldn't have let him, but I didn't care; I wanted it all. It was the first time I ever let a man cum inside me without a condom." Sam growled into her ear. Shortly after telling the story, Cathy found herself on her hands and knees in her marital bed, bracing against the headboard, this time her husband Sam the one briskly pushing into her from behind. The story was fresh in both their minds, the sex was hot and passionate, and her body was abuzz with anticipation, wondering if he was going to reenact her story, wondering if he was going to slip his thumb into her ass. She could feel his hand dancing around her cheek and lower back, this thumb edging ever so close to her puckered hole, but never making contact. Penetration or not, the tease sent her into overdrive and exploded her body in orgasm. The story had the same effect on Sam, his cock seemingly harder than iron, vibrating with pleasure in each thrust into his wife's exceptionally wet cunt. The teasing was no coincidence. The story at the forefront of his mind as well, he danced his thumb around her rear entrance, wondering if he could, wondering if he should. Ultimately he ran out of time, as the heightened arousal of his wife's past (and potentially future) digital anal penetration became too much. He barely got his cock out in time before exploding, spraying his thick, lurching seed all over his wife's folded, gasping body. Cathy sat at her desk, sopping wet, replaying all these things in her mind, but there was an underlying frustration there as well. It was Wednesday, that was true, but Sam had a church meeting to go to that night, which meant date night was going to be delayed, if not postponed entirely. She knew their life couldn't just be non-stop fucking at all times, but it still was annoying. Cathy got up and carefully made her way toward the bathroom; she was still at work, after all, and needed to focus on the tasks at hand, not the sex she wished she was having, and after all those daydreams, she needed to tidy herself up. "Hey Cath, what's good?" the voice came arcing over her from behind. She stopped, she sighed, she rolled her eyes. Roger. "Hi Roger," she said with a sigh. Roger was her co-worker, and a constant annoyance for her. "I noticed you haven't been working late much anymore; got a busy social life these days?" "Yeah, you know how it goes," she said dismissively. "Big plans tonight?" "No, Sam has a meeting, nothing exciting." "So you're saying you're free tonight?" He said with a big, shit-eating grin. She knew Roger wanted her, and Roger knew she was married, but he was nothing if not persistent. He had never truly crossed a line with her, but he liked to flirt, and always managed to get himself on projects with her, always managed to work the same late nights she had. Cathy would never admit it to anyone, let alone Roger himself, but at the lowest, darkest point of her sex-less era of marriage, she had given passing thought to giving in and going home with Roger. It was a fleeting thought born from despair, and it was gone from her mind almost as soon as it entered. An exasperated eye roll and a "goodbye, Roger," later, Cathy brushed by him and into the ladies' room. Addressing the wetness in her panties, she was doing her best to get her thoughts back on work and off her husband's cock, but then a finger brushed her clit, and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. She was still horny. She was still wet. She thought about her husband, thought about his stories, thought about him shooting his cum all over her, and then thought about the emptiness of the bathroom, and how he was going to be home late tonight. No one was in there, no one needed to know. Peeking over the top of the stall to make sure she was alone, Cathy leaned against the door, braced herself on the small cube, and slipped her fingers into her panties. She gasped when she felt how wet she was. Quickly she found her clit, closed her eyes, and began slickly stroking herself. Immediately, visions of her husband, hard and ready, appeared in her mind. He was lying on their bed, she was lying in between his legs, and then all at once his thick, proud cock was in her mouth. Cathy sucked and slobbered on her husband's cock like a common whore. She'd never sucked his cock like this in real life; she never had the nerve to let herself go quite this much. But this wasn't real life. This was a fantasy after all, and she was going to indulge herself. Thick saliva ran down lewdly over his shaft and her hands, making him glisten as she slurped at his erection. His hand was in her hair, gripping it tightly, directing her. Using her. Showing her how he wanted it. He'd thrust at her, and she'd feel his tip tapping the back of her throat. He'd push, she'd feel him in her throat, feel his balls pressing against her chin. She was such a whore. She was his whore. Cathy's fingers raced over her clit, her body on fire. It wouldn't take long now, the extra dirty fantasy sending her into overdrive. But then something happened. Something wholly unexpected. Suddenly, in her fantasy, there was another man there. Her dirty mind was racing a mile a minute, generating erotic situations for no reason other than to get her to cum as quickly as possible. She was barely in control, barely conscious of the fact that there was now another man present in bed with her and her husband. Another man sidling up behind her bet over body while she sucked Sam's cock. Another man gripping her flared out ass. Another man pushing into her. Another man fucking her. Cathy's breath started to get short and ragged as she tumbled down this fantasy path. Her cunt was throbbing. Fingers sped over her clit. She reached up and pinched a nipple through her clothes while she pictured this man fucking her from behind while she sucked Sam's cock like a wanton slut. The thought of taking two cocks at the same time was turning her on so much; she had never even considered it before, even in her wilder, younger days, but here she was, stroking her clit, body buzzing, careening toward orgasm on the wings of the fantasy of getting spit roasted. Oh, to feel two thick, hard cocks entering her body from either end, pushing and pulling at her in unison. And then, to feel Sam's cock pulse and spasm, filling her mouth with cum while another man fucked her, Her Fantasy raced on. Cathy swallowed and sucked all the erupting jizz her husband was giving her. Fingers gripped her ass as this mysterious second man fucked her harder, more erratic; he was going cum too. Cathy's body seized and shook. She bit her finger. Right there in the bathroom at work, Cathy started to cum. There she was, in her mind, swallowing her husband's spurting seed, while cumming on the cock of another man who was bursting inside her at the same time. Cathy's body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her at light speed while she did her best to keep quiet. Her unexpected fantasy had fully taken over her body. Her fantasy of another man fucking her while she sucked her husband. Only then, in the midst of her orgasm, did Cathy realize who it was fucking her in her fantasy: it was Roger. Her eyes burst open. Fantasy shattered, Cathy rode out the rest of her intense orgasm in the real world, satisfied, albeit very confused. She stood there in her own afterglow trying to figure out where this threesome fantasy had come from, and more importantly why it involved Roger of all people. "Gross" she mumbled as she tried to shake the thought. Why him? Why not anyone but him? She was not attracted to him at all. And yet there he had been, fucking her, sending her into orgasmic bliss. If she had wanted to be dirty in her fantasy, mission fucking accomplished. The post-cum clarity and the amount she had disturbed herself was enough to get her mind off sex and back on her work for the rest of the day. Still, every time she saw Roger across the office she felt a shiver up her spine, and a faint tingle between her legs. But still, her fantasy life was generally left unexplored, and as she drove home, she wondered if that needed to change. She wondered about Sam's fantasies. What did he have hidden deep down inside? Unfortunately, she would need to wait till another night to find out. Sam got home late from the church meeting, and was clearly tired and hungry. Cathy sat with him on the couch as he ate and they shared a drink, spending their date night connecting verbally, instead of physically. That was nice too, she thought, and equally as important. She was that much more thankful she decided to take care of herself at work, even if the images that played in her mind had been questionable and unexpected. Cathy asked about the meeting, how it went, who was there. Sam told her the usual suspects were all rounded up; the church board of elders, the music director, and Ginny. In fact, as he told his wife about the events of the meeting, there was one name that kept coming up, with stories attached to it he was happy to tell: Ginny. Cathy knew it wasn't that out of the ordinary, she was new, after all, and still getting the hang of everything, but still, it started to seem like her husband Sam might have a bit of a crush. She smirked slightly at the thought, filed it away, and went back to the conversation. Noting the time, the two realized they'd blown right through date night, but agreed they had enjoyed the time talking together. Then, finishing his drink, Sam made a suggestion. "You know, Christine IS staying over at her friend's house this Friday,” he said with a sly smirk. "Oh yeah?" she said, shifting excitedly in her seat, returning his smirk, "what'd you have in mind?" "Rain check?" "I think that can be arranged." They leaned in and kissed. "And the house will be empty, so you can be as loud as you want." his sly smirk returned. She matched it once more. They kissed once more. She couldn't wait for Friday. Cathy barely made it through Thursday, and Friday seemed to go by slower molasses as she patiently waited out the clock, desperate to get their date night started. But mother nature had different plans. "I'm sorry, sweetie, you know how I feel about it," Cathy said, legitimately bummed out. "But it doesn't matter to me, I'm fine with it!" Sam said in response, trying his best to be accommodating. He had just gotten out of the shower and stood nude and drying before his wife, who wore only a big t-shirt and some sleeping shorts. "I know you are, but I'm not. It's just not something I prefer." "I know, I know, I'm sorry," Sam said, "it's your body, I respect that." "Thanks, sweetie," she said, kissing him on the cheek. Cathy had spent the whole week practically dripping in anticipation for the next time she and Sam were going to make love, so much so that she almost didn't notice earlier that day when she got her period. She silently cursed from the bathroom stall at the timing; she didn't like to have sex on her period, at least not in the early days. She never had. She had done it once, and it was a complete disaster, so she said never again. "But that doesn't mean we can't still enjoy ourselves," she said, biting her lip playfully, and drawing a finger down his naked chest. "Oh yeah?" he smiled. His cock twitched. "Yeah. Go lay down, I'll be right back." She turned him around, playfully swatted his cute ass, and watched him excitedly pad off toward the bed. Sam got comfortable, and Cathy slipped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen; she had an idea, another thing she hadn't done since before she met Sam. Sex may have always been off the table, but she had never shied away from wanting to please her man, but with Sam she couldn't remember a time they ever fooled around during her period. It just became another reason for them not to have sex, just another excuse. Opening the kitchen cabinet she thought back to the fun she had had with other men, and being surprised how many different parts of the body could make someone cum if lubricated well enough. She shamed herself at the thought. Not for reminiscing about sex with other men, but for the fact that she and Sam had spent so many years without exploring yet another facet of each other's pleasure. That changed tonight. Padding back into the bedroom, Sam couldn't help but notice the Cheshire smile on his wife's face. "What've you got there?" he inquired, cocking his head toward her hands that were behind her back. Cathy just smiled and slid into bed next to her nude husband. She couldn't help but notice his cock had a pleasant anticipatory chub to it already. "Getting started without me?" she said with a big grin, dancing a finger around the top of Sam's thigh. "A man can't help where his mind goes when he's waiting for a beautiful woman," Sam said, returning her smile. "Well why don't you tell me about it?" She said, tickling his full balls with the tip of her finger, "I want to learn where your mind goes." She cupped his balls completely, squeezing gently. Sam moaned. Cathy sat up, and presented the hidden item she brought back from the kitchen: a full jar of coconut oil. Sam's cock twitched as he watched his wife unscrew the lid and reach in to retrieve a chunk of the slippery white solid. He knew she liked to cook with it, but he never for a second considered its other uses. "You've done this before, haven't you," he said without a hint of jealousy. "Once or twice," she said with a sly grin. She rolled it around in her hand, and Sam watched it dissolve into a slick clear liquid. "Now just relax," she said, cuddling close to him, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck, "and talk to me." "About what?" Sam whispered, feeling Cathy drip the warm liquid onto his thickening member. "About your dreams," she said, trickling the last of the lubricant over his tip, "about your fantasies." "What kind of fantasies?" He said, fully knowing the answer. "I think you know what kind," she smiled, drawing a slippery finger over his juicy tip. "I, I don't know if I have any," he melted, her fingers starting to dance across his sensitive skin. "You don't have any fantasies?" she cooed. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or playing with her. "I don't really know," he said, pausing to enjoy his wife's touch before dropping his follow up, "do you?" Cathy smiled. Of course. She was learning just how much of a voyeur her husband was, of course that's where he'd go. It was a fair question, and it was only fair she be as open with him as she was asking "Sure," she said with a syrupy lilt, "do you wanna hear one?" He sighed loudly and nodded. His cock flexed hard. She smiled again. "I imagine I'm waiting in a hotel room," she began, teasing his cock with the tips of her fingers, "I'm sitting on the bed, waiting for a man. I'm wearing the dress he wants me to wear, the lingerie he wants me to wear. I'm waiting for my man to come in and tell me what to do. I'm waiting for him, to use me." She felt a flutter in her stomach as she shared something with Sam she had never shared with anyone. "Use you how?" Sam said through a strained breath. His cock was pointing straight up now, her slickened fingers teasing him deliciously. He had never thought of his wife in such a lewd, erotic way, but it was certainly having an effect. He needed to know more. "However he wants," she said languidly, her mind starting to drift into her fantasy, "I want to be his slut, I want to be his whore." "Oh my God,” Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Cathy smiled. "I want him to take his pleasure from me however he wants, wherever he wants, and I want him to know I'm happy to accommodate, and to receive." Sam groaned again. Cathy had yet to fully envelope his straining cock with her hand. She wanted to tease him, to prime him for the main event, and his labored breathing and beet-red tip told her it was working. Sam wasn't the only one enjoying the story though; Cathy's cunt had become delightfully moist as she confessed her secret desires to her husband. But what got her even wetter was knowing what she didn't tell Sam: she mentioned not a single thing about the other man in her fantasy; the one fucking her sopping cunt from behind while Sam used her mouth. She didn't tell him about Roger. "What about you, sweetie?" She said, desperate to change the subject away from Roger's mental intrusion, "what do you secretly want?" "I, I don't know,” he stammered as her pressure on his cock increased, making the teasing even more torturous. "No?" Cathy didn't know if he was lying, telling the truth, or just overwhelmed by the situation, but she had some thoughts on where to steer things. "You know, I noticed you've been coming home later than usual when you have a meeting at church lately, any reason for that?" "Have I? I guess it's, we all get to talking, and,” Sam's eyes drifted shut as Cathy began to stroke the firm underside of his cock with two slippery fingers. "Um hmm," she cooed, smirking at his discomfort, "I know what you're up to, all you boys vying for the attention of one pretty girl,” "I don't know what, what you're,” "I bet you keep hoping everyone else will leave, don't you? That one night it'll be just you and her, you and, Ginny." Cathy cupped Sam's balls firmly as she said the young youth pastor's name. Sam moaned. Cathy smiled. "No, it's not like that, oh, God,” "She's a beautiful girl," Cathy said, drifting her hand slowly up to Sam's aching shaft, "I can't say I blame you,” Her fingers closed lightly around him and slowly, tantalizingly began to slide up and down. "I bet she's got an amazing body underneath those modest clothes she wears, don't you?" "I don't, oh, Lord,” "I bet her tits are nice and perky, just like her ass,” Sam began to twitch and wriggle slightly as her stroking continued, "and those lips, don't you just wish you knew what those lips were capable of?" "I can't, I'm not supposed to,” Sam gasped as his wife tortured him with pleasure. The truth was he had thought about those things; all of them. He tried his best to keep his thoughts pure, but Ginny couldn't help but slip in there. His wife had him dead to rights; he did enjoy staying late to talk to Ginny. Her smile was infectious, and her energy was contagious. And it was true that on the drives home sometimes he'd wonder. Sometimes, he'd wonder. "It's ok, sweetie, that's what fantasies are for," Cathy smiled and kissed his neck just below his ear as she slowly stroked him. "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to our youth pastor." "I want, I want,” Sam couldn't get the words out, either through nervousness or sheer arousal impeding his speech function, so Cathy decided to help. "I bet you want her alone with you up in your office, don't you?" she floated on hot breath into his ear. "Hmm." a low grunt was all he could muster. "I bet you want to sit in your big chair while Ginny gets on her knees in front of you, don't you? Another grunt and gasp was the best he could do. Cathy's stroking increased in speed and pressure. "I bet you want her to take your big, thick cock between her wet lips and suck it, don't you?" Her stroking continued its maddening pace and Sam's chest sucked and heaved as she drove his ship "Is that it, sweetie? Do you want our youth pastor Ginny to suck your big cock?" Sam shuddered at the thought, the image racing across his mind. Like an eruption from inside his chest a sound shot up out of his throat; one word, long and loud: "Yes!" "Oh yeah, I know you do, baby," Cathy dripped through a Cheshire grin, her hand slipping up and down her husband's turgid member, "I bet it's been so long since she's sucked a cock; I bet she doesn't suck cock for her husband. I bet she'd go crazy on your perfect cock. I bet she'd even take it into her throat; is that what you want?" "Uh-huh," Sam lurched out of his throat. He did wonder. What did Ginny do behind closed doors? Did she suck her husband's cock? What would it be like if she sucked his? Oh God, what would it be like? "Oh yeah," Cathy continued, stroking him long, stroking him good, "and when you're nice and hard I bet you'd push her naked body back onto your desk, wouldn't you? And then I know you'd taste her sweet, perfect cunt, wouldn't you? Because you're a good boy, aren't you?" Only a nod between gasps this time as Cathy sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sam's body with each slick stroke. "Yeah, you would," Cathy smiled at her husband's delicious admission, "I bet she'd be so wet for you, honey, I bet she'd taste so sweet,” She was turning herself on now as she fabricated this impossible scenario. "And then I bet she'd beg for your big cock; she'd beg you for it, and you'd give it to her, wouldn't you, baby? Right there on the desk you'd push all the way into her; all the way into Ginny's sweet, sweet cunt." "Oh my God," Sam gasped as his wife expertly pleasured his mind and his body simultaneously. He felt so awful, so wrong, picturing the new, young youth pastor splayed out on his desk, writhing and moaning as he fed her body his hard cock, but it's like Cathy said; it was just fantasy. A fantasy he was sharing with his wife. It felt wrong, but oh so right. "And then you'd fuck her, wouldn't you? You'd fuck her hard, you'd fuck her good, .you'd fuck her better than her husband," Cathy's whispers grew more and more sultry as her slippery fist moved faster and faster. "That girl would be so wet for you, and you'd give her everything she wanted. Would she cum for you? Would you make sure that tight cunt spasmed and squeezed on your big cock, honey?" "Yes, oh god, yes!" Sam was racing toward the edge, his breath coming heavy and fast. Cathy's hand was like lightning on his cock, summoning the white hot boil in his loins to the surface. "And what about you, baby? Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna give Ginny your hot, sweet cum?" "Uh-huh," he gasped, "uh-huh!" "Where are you gonna give it to her, baby? Are you gonna cum in her sweet cunt? Or maybe on her perfect tits? Or maybe.." Cathy bit Sam's earlobe as she went in for the kill, "maybe our sweet youth pastor Ginny wants you to cum all over her face!" "Oh Jesus!" Sam shouted as the image sped through his body like a bolt of lightning "Yeah, that's it; on her knees, those big eyes looking up at you, and that's when she says 'do it, Sam, cum for me; cum all over my face!'" White light exploded behind Sam's eyes, and his whole body tensed and spasmed. Cathy cooed into his ear but kept her deliberate stroking pace as she felt his cock flex hard in her hands, his balls jump, and then the first thick, white rope leapt excitedly from his tip. "Oh yes, baby, that's it!" Cathy couldn't stop smiling as her husband moaned and wailed. Cathy continued to milk his throbbing member, and he poured and sprayed his hot cum up out of his cock, splattering on his naked body and dripping down her stroking, loving hand. She loved it when he orgasmed. She loved making him orgasm. Cathy slowed her stroking as Sam started to return to earth. "Oh my God, babe, Oh my God," he started laughing through deep breaths, overwhelmed by the pure sensory overload. "That was a good one, wasn't it, sweetie?" She cooed, kissing him gently on the neck. "I'll say," he chuckled again before letting out one final, big exhale signaling his completion. "Let me get you a towel," she said with a kiss, then slinked to her feet. Before she turned away, she made sure Sam saw her raise her cum-covered hand up to her mouth and lick at his thick juice like an ice cream cone. Sam's cock bounced with a thick throb. She winked and reached down for a towel to clean him up. Even in her big t-shirt she looked so sexy to him. He could see her hard nipples forcing their way through the fabric, and sighed at the heart shape her ass formed when she bent down to retrieve the towel. Sam admired her as she lovingly wiped his cum off his body; he couldn't believe this was his wife. He couldn't believe the pleasure she'd been bringing him lately, the pleasure they'd been bringing each other, or that they were sharing such new amazing experiences this deep into their marriage. He couldn't believe how freely she dictated a fantasy involving someone they both knew. A fantasy that ended with him spraying cum all over the new youth pastor's face. A fantasy he couldn't admit he didn't have. Suddenly a thought came to him "That was amazing, Cath," he said as she finished him up, "but I want you to know, I've never, I mean I would never,” Even after all they had just experienced, saying the words felt awkward and difficult. "I know, Sam," she said with a smile; she knew exactly what he was getting at, "that's why it's a fantasy. It's all safe. It's all pretend. It's all ok." What a woman. "I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile. "I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam. "That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers. "Mmm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle. "Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired, "The guy?" "The guy in your fantasy, the guy using you?" Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smoky eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up." She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep. It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, cunt soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband, by Roger, by both of them. Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately. Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him. It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor. It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young cunt, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be. It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it? But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it. Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore. Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face; the only guy, the only time; and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for her. All for her. Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came. All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy. Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower. As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her, and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3 Christianity and sex; and kinky sex. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too."So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?" Cathy was tucked tightly into Sam's side, her hand idly playing with his chest hair again. They were lounging, basking in their post-coital bliss, comfortable and relaxed. "You know, I didn't realize I would until you told one, but, yeah, I really like it. I've, always kinda had a kink for it." "Oh really?" Cathy's ears perked up at the use of the word kink. Sandy was right. Everyone has desires, everyone has a past, it's just a matter of coaxing it out of them. "Tell me more." "Well," he started, pausing to acknowledge he was about to tell his wife something he never shared with anyone. "It started in high school. I knew a lot of girls, but I was the non-threatening guy friend, so, they started to tell me things." "What kind of things?" Cathy asked, her interest piqued. "Hook ups, first times, dirty things they did; everyone is experimenting at that age, and wants to talk about it, but it can be embarrassing, so, I was someone they could talk to with no judgment." "Did you get details?" "Oh yeah." "What's the dirtiest thing they told you?" "Hmm" Sam thought back through multiple years of stories and confessions. He felt his cock twitch as long dormant memories came flooding back. "Well, I remember Sherry Macklewait." "She was in your class?" "Yeah, we had algebra together and were friendly." "What'd she tell you?" "Well she was rather, well endowed." "You mean she had big tits?" "Yes, she had big tits," Sam chuckled at his own lewdness, "huge. She got teased for them when she was younger, but as we got older the teasing continued but was clearly turning into jealousy and lust, you know?" "Yeah, I do." Cathy said, reminiscing herself, "I knew a girl in a similar situation. All the girls who were teasing her were jealous, and all the guys teasing her just wanted to fuck her." "Exactly. She got self-conscious about it, so she was pretty conservative with them, even with the guys she would date. She didn't want to give anyone any ammo." "A girl who won't show her big tits to anyone? This isn't very dirty, Sam," Cathy playfully chided. "I know, I know, I'm getting to it," he chuckled. "So she's telling me about how pervy the guys at our school are, and I'm asking her questions, and then she lets slip that 'the only guy who's ever seen them is Tyler.' I don't recognize the name. I start wracking my brain trying to think of a Tyler, but I don't think our school has one. So I keep digging" "Older guy?" Cathy says, the thought sending a tingle to her loins. "Well, Sherry had a best friend named Skylar, who had an older brother named Tyler who went to a nearby university." "Skyler and Tyler? Gross." "Yeah, I know. They had known each other for a long time, and Sherry always had a crush on Tyler. And I mean, despite all the teasing about her breasts, she was still a horny 18 year old girl; she knew she was stacked and wanted to show someone, just not the guys at her school." "I see where this is going,” "So one night at a sleepover, she and Tyler found themselves alone talking after everyone else went to bed and, she opened her shirt and took them out for him." "She just whipped them out?" "Yeah, she said he never asked, never teased her, that's why she wanted it to be him." "That's very cute, but it's hardly dirty." "Well after she took them out, there was kind of this stunned silence, and then Tyler opened his pants and pulled out his, well, considerably large dick." "How big?" Cathy exclaimed, not even trying to hide her excitement now. "I don't know, perv," Sam said, laughing, "she just said it was huge." "And so they,” "No, actually. He started to stroke himself, and she sat there, mesmerized. She was so turned on, she didn't know what to do, so she was kind of frozen, just watching him pump his shaft while he looked at her breasts." "She just watched?" "Yeah, until he started to grunt and he stepped toward her. She said she didn't know why she did it, but she put one in each hand and lifted them up toward him, like presenting them for him, and then he,” "He came on her tits?" Cathy was really into it now. "Exploded, she said. Thick and sticky, all over her chest. And they never even touched each other." "That's pretty hot, but in the grand scheme of dirty things,” "Well the dirty part is what happened after. They heard someone coming and got spooked, so he tucked himself away, and she closed up her shirt, right on top of all that cum. She went back to the sleepover and spent the rest of the night lying next Skylar with a chest-full of her brother's jizz." "Was she grossed out?" "Actually no, that's the thing. She was insanely turned on. She couldn't stop thinking about it, so it turned into a thing. Anytime she was sleeping over Skylar's, or over there for any reason, if Tyler was home the two of them would sneak off, never even touch each other, he'd jerk himself all over her tits, and then she'd spend the rest of the night with his cum secretly all over her chest." "Oh, damn,” Cathy mused, taken by the tale. "Did they ever do anything more?" "Nope, she didn't even touch her first penis till she was a sophomore in college, but anytime those two were together, she'd leave with a sticky chest." "Wait, when did she tell you all this?" Cathy said, doing the math. "College. We kept in touch after high school, and got pretty comfortable telling each other stuff. She even, never mind" He stopped with a giggle "What, what! You gotta tell me!" "Well years later, when Skylar got married, Sherry was her maid of honor. It had been years since she and Tyler had seen each other but,” " But?" Cathy was hanging on every word "but before the ceremony the two of them apparently snuck off and re-lived their youth a bit." "At his sister's wedding?" "Yeah; and according to her she spent the entire ceremony, and gave a toast in front of everyone, with Tyler's cum all over her chest beneath her dress. "Oh wow." Cathy paused to take it all in. "And they didn't even fuck at the wedding?" "Nope, they were both there with other people," Sam laughed. "Oh my God!" "Amazing, right?" "Totally." Cathy paused. She looked down at Sam's cock. It was spent, but there was a little extra thickness to it; recounting the story definitely was a turn on for him, as much as it was for her to listen. She wondered if Sam was jealous, if he wished it was him cumming on Sherry's tits. "So these girls told you some pretty wild stories, huh?" "Yeah, I guess so." Sam smirked at the memories. "What did you tell them in return?" "What do you mean?" "You're telling me these girls just spilled their sexual guts to you and you never told them anything in return?" "Honestly, I don't think they ever asked! Besides, I didn't have anything to tell them; you know you were my first." "I know," she said, winding up to dig a bit deeper, Sandy's words echoing in her head, "but there must have been something you could have told them." "I went to a Christian college!" "Oh come on, Sam, I went to Catholic high school, and I have plenty of things I could tell you." She stopped short, wondering if that was too much, but was reassured when she saw his cock flex out of the corner of her eye. "Well, I mean,” "Yes?" Cathy held her breath; there might have been a story after all! "There was, one thing,” Cathy's cunt began to tingle. "So you're not entirely wrong," he began, "my school wasn't just a bunch of chaste virgins with their noses in bibles." "Of course," she said with a wicked smile. "Freshman year I had this friend who lived across the hall from me named Jess." "Oh, what'd she look like?" "She was cute; Auburn hair, short and curvy, big personality." "And you were into her?" "Actually no, not at all. At least I didn't think I was. We bonded over being two strangers in a strange land, sort of, and became fast friends. We hung out all the time, got really close really fast." He shifted a bit as he began the next part of the story. Cathy noticed. "One night I was alone in my room, and she came by unannounced, and had this sort of glow about her. She said she needed to tell someone about what she just experienced, and that I was the only cool person in the whole school. I said of course she could tell me anything, and then with a big smile she said 'Sam, I just got back from sucking the biggest cock I've ever sucked!'" "Oh my!" "Yeah, it was shocking to say the least, but, I mean you know now how much of a perv I am, so of course I wanted to know more." "Of course." "And so she told me everything; how big it was, what it tasted like, how hard it was to get in her mouth, how excited she was when she finally got him off, what his cum tasted like,” "What it tasted like?" "Yeah, that was the big thing I learned that night: This was not the first, nor would it be the last dick she sucked at our school, and that she loved the taste of cum." "She loved the taste?" Cathy said, scrunching her face up in disbelief. "Well, that's not really the right way to say it; she loved tasting cum. She was still a virgin and planned to remain so, but she absolutely loved giving blowjobs, and sort of got off on seeing how different each guy's cum tasted." "Ooh, interesting." "Yeah, she loved sucking, and she loved swallowing." "And so she was sucking a lot of dicks around campus?" "As I would come to find out, yeah," he sighed, "once the truth dam broke she told me all about what she had been up to, and would fill me in on all the new ones after they happened." "And you were happy to listen weren't you, you perv?" Cathy said in jest. "I hate to admit it but yeah, I was." "This is all pretty similar to the other story you told me though, if I'm being fair." "Well,” he continued, but paused a long moment in reflection, "toward the end of the semester, she told me she wouldn't be coming back. That she was transferring." "Oh no!" "It made sense, she never really liked it there." "Not even with all the fun she was having?" "Well that was actually part of it. Sexual contact was technically an expellable offense, so all these guys she was with, after it was over, they acted like they never met her. At first she thought it was fun, kinda taboo or whatever, but she said eventually it just was kinda depressing. She started to feel used." "Yeah, I don't blame her." Cathy said sympathetically, thinking back to how her own relationship with the married Tom had played out. "And so it was the end of the semester, and she was leaving forever, so we went out and had a nice dinner and just had a great time together. We parted close friends, shed a couple tears, promised to stay in contact and all that, but you know how that goes. " Cathy hung on the long silence that followed. "And?" "And,” he took a deep breath, "I went back to my room and got ready for bed. But I couldn't sleep. It was late, and it was quiet, and then I heard a knock on my door." Cathy's legs rubbed together unconsciously as she felt herself getting wetter. "I opened it, and there I was in just my boxers staring at Jess, in nothing but a big Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I let her in, and went back to sit on my bed, asking her what was up. The lights were still off. She walked toward me and had this certain look in her eye that I had never seen before. It was electric. It was, it had quite an effect." "You got hard, didn't you?" "I couldn't help it. She looked down at me, right in the eye, and said, 'I need to know.'" "Oh my," Cathy said breathlessly. "I don't know why I didn't stop her right away, but I just sat there in silence. She took a pillow off my bed, put it on the floor between my legs, and lowered down to her knees. I was barely registering what was happening, but then she opened my shorts, pulled out my dick, and then all at once it was in her mouth." Cathy had no words as she listened to him recount the experience. "Her mouth felt so good, Cath; she was so gentle, so sweet, she knew I had never done anything like that before. She just worked me tenderly with her lips and mouth, and then her hands, giving little coos and moans every now and then. It was the most unbelievable thing I'd ever experienced. But then, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a minute or so, something came over me and I asked her to stop." "What? Why?" Cathy exclaimed in horny disbelief. "It just, I don't know if I was nervous, guilty, embarrassed, naive, I don't know, but it didn't feel right. I told her as much and she nodded. She leaned up, kissed me on the mouth, said goodbye, and that was the last time I ever saw her." "Wow," Cathy said, running over the details in her own mind. "After she left did you; " She didn't even get the rest of the question out before Sam cut her off "Honey, I did, and I came so hard I almost passed out." They laughed together for a moment and then settled into a thick silence. "Do you regret it?" Cathy said finally, the question looming large in her mind. "No," he said, "we had a special friendship, and what happened, happened. It was strange, but I never felt bad about it." "No," she said with a smoky rasp, "I mean, do you regret stopping her?" There was a long silence this time. Cathy watched Sam's cock give a thick twitch as he thought about her question, until finally he spoke. "Yeah," he said softly, "I think that I do." It was the last thing said on the subject. The couple cuddled closer together and began drifting off to sleep, each of them having thoughts and images of Sam's story rushing around in their heads. Cathy felt closer than ever to her husband of 15 years, a warmth growing inside her at how open he was with her about his loves and his losses. She felt bad that his upbringing denied him sharing such a sweet moment with a friend. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt bad for Jess that she didn't get to taste his cum. Cathy knew the taste. She didn't love the taste, but she missed the taste. Two days later, it was Friday night. Sam tumbled home from a long day and a long meeting at the church. It was the new youth pastor Ginny's first weekly meeting, so there were some formalities to go over which added time, not to mention the miscommunication and difficulty setting up the annual car wash. He was tired, he was wiped, and he wanted a shower. He barely even noticed that no one had greeted him when he came home. His daughter Christine was out with friends, it was Friday night after all so that made sense, but as he soaped himself up he thought it weird that Cathy was nowhere to be found. His mind idly wandered to the meeting, first the topics covered, then to Ginny. She looked great that night, khaki shorts accenting her amber legs, her long, kinky hair flung to one side with just the right amount of wildness to catch his attention. He began to wonder what she might look like naked, what she might taste like. When he felt the blood start to thicken his cock however, he quickly shook off the thoughts as guilt crept in. They were wrong. He ended his shower, toweled off in the bedroom and slipped on his favorite pair of sleeping boxer shorts. Tossing the towel in the hamper, sitting on the bed his attention jumped suddenly as the lights in the bedroom clicked off. Confused, he looked toward the bedroom door, and was met with an almost ghostly vision: framed by the doorway and the backlight of the hall was a long-legged, breathtaking, womanly figure clad in nothing but a big, oversized sweatshirt. Sam froze, transfixed on her silhouette. He knew who it was, he knew it was Cathy, but a rush of endorphins passing through him mentally transported back to that night in college. The night Jess left. Cathy sauntered over towards her shocked husband with a sultry gait, much like she imagined Jess had that night. She stopped just between his legs and looked down at him. Freshly showered, bewildered, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers, he was so cute. Slowly she sank to her knees. Her hands drifted over his thighs toward the tent in his shorts. He didn't seem to be breathing. Not until Cathy slipped the flaps of his pants apart and freed his stiff member to the night air, eliciting a long exhale from his taxed lungs. She looked at his cock. It wasn't the biggest she ever had, but it was perfect for her. It belonged to the man she loved. She looked him in the eye, and paraphrasing Jess' words that night said "I just need you to know." Cathy licked her lips, making them slick with fresh saliva, and lowered her head, taking the tip of her husband's straining cock into her mouth. "OH!" Sam let out with a thick groan. The pleasure of her mouth shot through him like a lightning bolt. He was overwhelmed with physical sensations, as well as mental. He knew it was Cathy with his dick in her mouth, but that moment was now indistinguishable from the moment all those years ago with Jess. Cathy rolled her head to the side, tossing her long, brown hair out of her way but never lost sight of her objective: a mouthful of Sam's fresh cum. Her lips sucked tightly on the hard cock between them, sweet saliva raining down its length, making it nice and slick for the pumping hand that matched her bobbing mouth. Her other hand held his balls, pulsing, massaging. He moaned. She felt them shift in her hand. He was close already. She wondered if he was thinking of Jess in that moment. She hoped he was. Cathy wasn't doing this for herself, she was doing it to give him closure. His hips bucked gently, desperately, and she felt his cock harden and stiffen even more-so. Here it comes. She moaned around his head as it began to flare and pulse, and then all at once a deep cry from him heralded the thick, throbbing semen that pumped into her mouth. She held his tip still in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hands squeezed and coaxed the hot load out of him. It had been so long. The strong taste of his seed caught her taste buds by surprise, but quickly they remembered. This is what her husband's pleasure tasted like. She loved it. She let him fill her mouth with hot, thick pleasure, and then she did what Jess would have done; should have done; She swallowed. Once. Twice. It was pure, uncut joy spurting into her mouth. It made her happy. It made her wet. It was a connection and closeness with her husband she hadn't felt in years, and it sent her whole body buzzing. Sam moaned a chorus of sharp, loud, sudden moans as he spasmed and pulsed into his wife's mouth. Her hands and lips enveloped him completely, milking him, and his body and mind were on fire. As his pulsing ebbed, Cathy gently pulled off the tip of his cock, the final drip of white cum pulling long, then snapping down onto her chin. Mouth full, she looked up at her husband and swallowed one last time. Sam's mind was awash with a tornado of thoughts. Thoughts of love for his wife, memories and thoughts of lust for Jess. Looking down at her between his legs, her hands still on his cock, tousled hair to one side, strand of cum almost innocently accenting her chin, he had extreme thoughts of lust for his wife, thoughts that he hadn't had for years and years. He wanted more. She was so sexy, so erotic, and he wanted to explore that. "You are amazing." He said through deep breaths. "I didn't finish what I said," Cathy began, never leaving his eyes, "I said I just needed you to know. What I needed you to know is that you never need to be embarrassed, or ashamed of what you want, what your fantasies might be. I want them all. I want to give you mine. I want to experience it all with you. Ok?" Sam could only smile at his wife. What a woman. He nodded. He clasped both hands to her face and gently pulled her in for a kiss. He could still taste his semen on her lips. It was Wednesday. Cathy was at work, but she couldn't focus. She was daydreaming, sitting at her desk, and her cunt was soaked. Since that night she and her husband, Pastor Sam McGinnis, opened up to each other, their sex life had gone from zero to 69. Wednesday was their scheduled date night, and after years of rain checks and I O Use, it was now the one day they both looked forward to. Every Wednesday they fucked like newlyweds, renewing their marital passions, and re-learning about each other's bodies and especially their minds. She had opened up to him about her sexual history, her wants and desires, and had been rewarded tenfold. It was fun reliving her erotic past, but what really made it hot, what really turned her on, was the fact that she was doing it with her husband. Her experiences had been memorable before, but when she experienced them again with the man she loved, they became unforgettable. But it wasn't just her stories that turned her on, it was his too. A virgin until they married, Sam never talked about sex of any kind, hers, his, or otherwise, and so she just assumed he didn't have any stories. How foolish she was. As her friend Sandy told her, everyone has a past. Everyone has stories. And Sam was no exception. They might not have been the direct sexual encounters that she had experienced, but they were his stories, his fantasies, his wants and desires. Sitting at her desk her legs squirmed beneath her as she remembered the other night when she reenacted Sam's story about Jess, his college friend who had a reputation as master cocksucker. Jess had changed schools at the end of freshman year, never to be seen again, but before she left she demonstrated her gifts on Sam's untouched cock. Sam however hadn't felt right about it and stopped her before he could finish. Before she could swallow. Sam admitted that despite being a man of God, stopping her was a great regret of his. This is where Cathy stepped in. She recreated the scenario with herself in the role of Jess, and this time he did finish. This time she did swallow. And it was all the more intense and intimate because it was with the person they each loved. Sam liked her stories. She was learning she liked his as well, whether they involved him directly or not. The Jess story was undeniably hot, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the first story Sam told her. The story of his friend Sherri, who used to let her best friend's older brother jerk off onto her sizable tits. The part of the story she couldn't shake, however, was that apparently Sherri used to like to go about her business afterward with his cum still splattered on her chest. It was something dirty and naughty in a way that she felt only a college kid could confidently pull off. Cathy wondered if she could ever have done something like that back then. She wondered if she could ever do something like that now. To be continued in part 4. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3 Christianity and sex; and kinky sex. By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast. Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too."So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?" Cathy was tucked tightly into Sam's side, her hand idly playing with his chest hair again. They were lounging, basking in their post-coital bliss, comfortable and relaxed. "You know, I didn't realize I would until you told one, but, yeah, I really like it. I've, always kinda had a kink for it." "Oh really?" Cathy's ears perked up at the use of the word kink. Sandy was right. Everyone has desires, everyone has a past, it's just a matter of coaxing it out of them. "Tell me more." "Well," he started, pausing to acknowledge he was about to tell his wife something he never shared with anyone. "It started in high school. I knew a lot of girls, but I was the non-threatening guy friend, so, they started to tell me things." "What kind of things?" Cathy asked, her interest piqued. "Hook ups, first times, dirty things they did; everyone is experimenting at that age, and wants to talk about it, but it can be embarrassing, so, I was someone they could talk to with no judgment." "Did you get details?" "Oh yeah." "What's the dirtiest thing they told you?" "Hmm" Sam thought back through multiple years of stories and confessions. He felt his cock twitch as long dormant memories came flooding back. "Well, I remember Sherry Macklewait." "She was in your class?" "Yeah, we had algebra together and were friendly." "What'd she tell you?" "Well she was rather, well endowed." "You mean she had big tits?" "Yes, she had big tits," Sam chuckled at his own lewdness, "huge. She got teased for them when she was younger, but as we got older the teasing continued but was clearly turning into jealousy and lust, you know?" "Yeah, I do." Cathy said, reminiscing herself, "I knew a girl in a similar situation. All the girls who were teasing her were jealous, and all the guys teasing her just wanted to fuck her." "Exactly. She got self-conscious about it, so she was pretty conservative with them, even with the guys she would date. She didn't want to give anyone any ammo." "A girl who won't show her big tits to anyone? This isn't very dirty, Sam," Cathy playfully chided. "I know, I know, I'm getting to it," he chuckled. "So she's telling me about how pervy the guys at our school are, and I'm asking her questions, and then she lets slip that 'the only guy who's ever seen them is Tyler.' I don't recognize the name. I start wracking my brain trying to think of a Tyler, but I don't think our school has one. So I keep digging" "Older guy?" Cathy says, the thought sending a tingle to her loins. "Well, Sherry had a best friend named Skylar, who had an older brother named Tyler who went to a nearby university." "Skyler and Tyler? Gross." "Yeah, I know. They had known each other for a long time, and Sherry always had a crush on Tyler. And I mean, despite all the teasing about her breasts, she was still a horny 18 year old girl; she knew she was stacked and wanted to show someone, just not the guys at her school." "I see where this is going,” "So one night at a sleepover, she and Tyler found themselves alone talking after everyone else went to bed and, she opened her shirt and took them out for him." "She just whipped them out?" "Yeah, she said he never asked, never teased her, that's why she wanted it to be him." "That's very cute, but it's hardly dirty." "Well after she took them out, there was kind of this stunned silence, and then Tyler opened his pants and pulled out his, well, considerably large dick." "How big?" Cathy exclaimed, not even trying to hide her excitement now. "I don't know, perv," Sam said, laughing, "she just said it was huge." "And so they,” "No, actually. He started to stroke himself, and she sat there, mesmerized. She was so turned on, she didn't know what to do, so she was kind of frozen, just watching him pump his shaft while he looked at her breasts." "She just watched?" "Yeah, until he started to grunt and he stepped toward her. She said she didn't know why she did it, but she put one in each hand and lifted them up toward him, like presenting them for him, and then he,” "He came on her tits?" Cathy was really into it now. "Exploded, she said. Thick and sticky, all over her chest. And they never even touched each other." "That's pretty hot, but in the grand scheme of dirty things,” "Well the dirty part is what happened after. They heard someone coming and got spooked, so he tucked himself away, and she closed up her shirt, right on top of all that cum. She went back to the sleepover and spent the rest of the night lying next Skylar with a chest-full of her brother's jizz." "Was she grossed out?" "Actually no, that's the thing. She was insanely turned on. She couldn't stop thinking about it, so it turned into a thing. Anytime she was sleeping over Skylar's, or over there for any reason, if Tyler was home the two of them would sneak off, never even touch each other, he'd jerk himself all over her tits, and then she'd spend the rest of the night with his cum secretly all over her chest." "Oh, damn,” Cathy mused, taken by the tale. "Did they ever do anything more?" "Nope, she didn't even touch her first penis till she was a sophomore in college, but anytime those two were together, she'd leave with a sticky chest." "Wait, when did she tell you all this?" Cathy said, doing the math. "College. We kept in touch after high school, and got pretty comfortable telling each other stuff. She even, never mind" He stopped with a giggle "What, what! You gotta tell me!" "Well years later, when Skylar got married, Sherry was her maid of honor. It had been years since she and Tyler had seen each other but,” " But?" Cathy was hanging on every word "but before the ceremony the two of them apparently snuck off and re-lived their youth a bit." "At his sister's wedding?" "Yeah; and according to her she spent the entire ceremony, and gave a toast in front of everyone, with Tyler's cum all over her chest beneath her dress. "Oh wow." Cathy paused to take it all in. "And they didn't even fuck at the wedding?" "Nope, they were both there with other people," Sam laughed. "Oh my God!" "Amazing, right?" "Totally." Cathy paused. She looked down at Sam's cock. It was spent, but there was a little extra thickness to it; recounting the story definitely was a turn on for him, as much as it was for her to listen. She wondered if Sam was jealous, if he wished it was him cumming on Sherry's tits. "So these girls told you some pretty wild stories, huh?" "Yeah, I guess so." Sam smirked at the memories. "What did you tell them in return?" "What do you mean?" "You're telling me these girls just spilled their sexual guts to you and you never told them anything in return?" "Honestly, I don't think they ever asked! Besides, I didn't have anything to tell them; you know you were my first." "I know," she said, winding up to dig a bit deeper, Sandy's words echoing in her head, "but there must have been something you could have told them." "I went to a Christian college!" "Oh come on, Sam, I went to Catholic high school, and I have plenty of things I could tell you." She stopped short, wondering if that was too much, but was reassured when she saw his cock flex out of the corner of her eye. "Well, I mean,” "Yes?" Cathy held her breath; there might have been a story after all! "There was, one thing,” Cathy's cunt began to tingle. "So you're not entirely wrong," he began, "my school wasn't just a bunch of chaste virgins with their noses in bibles." "Of course," she said with a wicked smile. "Freshman year I had this friend who lived across the hall from me named Jess." "Oh, what'd she look like?" "She was cute; Auburn hair, short and curvy, big personality." "And you were into her?" "Actually no, not at all. At least I didn't think I was. We bonded over being two strangers in a strange land, sort of, and became fast friends. We hung out all the time, got really close really fast." He shifted a bit as he began the next part of the story. Cathy noticed. "One night I was alone in my room, and she came by unannounced, and had this sort of glow about her. She said she needed to tell someone about what she just experienced, and that I was the only cool person in the whole school. I said of course she could tell me anything, and then with a big smile she said 'Sam, I just got back from sucking the biggest cock I've ever sucked!'" "Oh my!" "Yeah, it was shocking to say the least, but, I mean you know now how much of a perv I am, so of course I wanted to know more." "Of course." "And so she told me everything; how big it was, what it tasted like, how hard it was to get in her mouth, how excited she was when she finally got him off, what his cum tasted like,” "What it tasted like?" "Yeah, that was the big thing I learned that night: This was not the first, nor would it be the last dick she sucked at our school, and that she loved the taste of cum." "She loved the taste?" Cathy said, scrunching her face up in disbelief. "Well, that's not really the right way to say it; she loved tasting cum. She was still a virgin and planned to remain so, but she absolutely loved giving blowjobs, and sort of got off on seeing how different each guy's cum tasted." "Ooh, interesting." "Yeah, she loved sucking, and she loved swallowing." "And so she was sucking a lot of dicks around campus?" "As I would come to find out, yeah," he sighed, "once the truth dam broke she told me all about what she had been up to, and would fill me in on all the new ones after they happened." "And you were happy to listen weren't you, you perv?" Cathy said in jest. "I hate to admit it but yeah, I was." "This is all pretty similar to the other story you told me though, if I'm being fair." "Well,” he continued, but paused a long moment in reflection, "toward the end of the semester, she told me she wouldn't be coming back. That she was transferring." "Oh no!" "It made sense, she never really liked it there." "Not even with all the fun she was having?" "Well that was actually part of it. Sexual contact was technically an expellable offense, so all these guys she was with, after it was over, they acted like they never met her. At first she thought it was fun, kinda taboo or whatever, but she said eventually it just was kinda depressing. She started to feel used." "Yeah, I don't blame her." Cathy said sympathetically, thinking back to how her own relationship with the married Tom had played out. "And so it was the end of the semester, and she was leaving forever, so we went out and had a nice dinner and just had a great time together. We parted close friends, shed a couple tears, promised to stay in contact and all that, but you know how that goes. " Cathy hung on the long silence that followed. "And?" "And,” he took a deep breath, "I went back to my room and got ready for bed. But I couldn't sleep. It was late, and it was quiet, and then I heard a knock on my door." Cathy's legs rubbed together unconsciously as she felt herself getting wetter. "I opened it, and there I was in just my boxers staring at Jess, in nothing but a big Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I let her in, and went back to sit on my bed, asking her what was up. The lights were still off. She walked toward me and had this certain look in her eye that I had never seen before. It was electric. It was, it had quite an effect." "You got hard, didn't you?" "I couldn't help it. She looked down at me, right in the eye, and said, 'I need to know.'" "Oh my," Cathy said breathlessly. "I don't know why I didn't stop her right away, but I just sat there in silence. She took a pillow off my bed, put it on the floor between my legs, and lowered down to her knees. I was barely registering what was happening, but then she opened my shorts, pulled out my dick, and then all at once it was in her mouth." Cathy had no words as she listened to him recount the experience. "Her mouth felt so good, Cath; she was so gentle, so sweet, she knew I had never done anything like that before. She just worked me tenderly with her lips and mouth, and then her hands, giving little coos and moans every now and then. It was the most unbelievable thing I'd ever experienced. But then, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a minute or so, something came over me and I asked her to stop." "What? Why?" Cathy exclaimed in horny disbelief. "It just, I don't know if I was nervous, guilty, embarrassed, naive, I don't know, but it didn't feel right. I told her as much and she nodded. She leaned up, kissed me on the mouth, said goodbye, and that was the last time I ever saw her." "Wow," Cathy said, running over the details in her own mind. "After she left did you; " She didn't even get the rest of the question out before Sam cut her off "Honey, I did, and I came so hard I almost passed out." They laughed together for a moment and then settled into a thick silence. "Do you regret it?" Cathy said finally, the question looming large in her mind. "No," he said, "we had a special friendship, and what happened, happened. It was strange, but I never felt bad about it." "No," she said with a smoky rasp, "I mean, do you regret stopping her?" There was a long silence this time. Cathy watched Sam's cock give a thick twitch as he thought about her question, until finally he spoke. "Yeah," he said softly, "I think that I do." It was the last thing said on the subject. The couple cuddled closer together and began drifting off to sleep, each of them having thoughts and images of Sam's story rushing around in their heads. Cathy felt closer than ever to her husband of 15 years, a warmth growing inside her at how open he was with her about his loves and his losses. She felt bad that his upbringing denied him sharing such a sweet moment with a friend. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt bad for Jess that she didn't get to taste his cum. Cathy knew the taste. She didn't love the taste, but she missed the taste. Two days later, it was Friday night. Sam tumbled home from a long day and a long meeting at the church. It was the new youth pastor Ginny's first weekly meeting, so there were some formalities to go over which added time, not to mention the miscommunication and difficulty setting up the annual car wash. He was tired, he was wiped, and he wanted a shower. He barely even noticed that no one had greeted him when he came home. His daughter Christine was out with friends, it was Friday night after all so that made sense, but as he soaped himself up he thought it weird that Cathy was nowhere to be found. His mind idly wandered to the meeting, first the topics covered, then to Ginny. She looked great that night, khaki shorts accenting her amber legs, her long, kinky hair flung to one side with just the right amount of wildness to catch his attention. He began to wonder what she might look like naked, what she might taste like. When he felt the blood start to thicken his cock however, he quickly shook off the thoughts as guilt crept in. They were wrong. He ended his shower, toweled off in the bedroom and slipped on his favorite pair of sleeping boxer shorts. Tossing the towel in the hamper, sitting on the bed his attention jumped suddenly as the lights in the bedroom clicked off. Confused, he looked toward the bedroom door, and was met with an almost ghostly vision: framed by the doorway and the backlight of the hall was a long-legged, breathtaking, womanly figure clad in nothing but a big, oversized sweatshirt. Sam froze, transfixed on her silhouette. He knew who it was, he knew it was Cathy, but a rush of endorphins passing through him mentally transported back to that night in college. The night Jess left. Cathy sauntered over towards her shocked husband with a sultry gait, much like she imagined Jess had that night. She stopped just between his legs and looked down at him. Freshly showered, bewildered, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers, he was so cute. Slowly she sank to her knees. Her hands drifted over his thighs toward the tent in his shorts. He didn't seem to be breathing. Not until Cathy slipped the flaps of his pants apart and freed his stiff member to the night air, eliciting a long exhale from his taxed lungs. She looked at his cock. It wasn't the biggest she ever had, but it was perfect for her. It belonged to the man she loved. She looked him in the eye, and paraphrasing Jess' words that night said "I just need you to know." Cathy licked her lips, making them slick with fresh saliva, and lowered her head, taking the tip of her husband's straining cock into her mouth. "OH!" Sam let out with a thick groan. The pleasure of her mouth shot through him like a lightning bolt. He was overwhelmed with physical sensations, as well as mental. He knew it was Cathy with his dick in her mouth, but that moment was now indistinguishable from the moment all those years ago with Jess. Cathy rolled her head to the side, tossing her long, brown hair out of her way but never lost sight of her objective: a mouthful of Sam's fresh cum. Her lips sucked tightly on the hard cock between them, sweet saliva raining down its length, making it nice and slick for the pumping hand that matched her bobbing mouth. Her other hand held his balls, pulsing, massaging. He moaned. She felt them shift in her hand. He was close already. She wondered if he was thinking of Jess in that moment. She hoped he was. Cathy wasn't doing this for herself, she was doing it to give him closure. His hips bucked gently, desperately, and she felt his cock harden and stiffen even more-so. Here it comes. She moaned around his head as it began to flare and pulse, and then all at once a deep cry from him heralded the thick, throbbing semen that pumped into her mouth. She held his tip still in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as her hands squeezed and coaxed the hot load out of him. It had been so long. The strong taste of his seed caught her taste buds by surprise, but quickly they remembered. This is what her husband's pleasure tasted like. She loved it. She let him fill her mouth with hot, thick pleasure, and then she did what Jess would have done; should have done; She swallowed. Once. Twice. It was pure, uncut joy spurting into her mouth. It made her happy. It made her wet. It was a connection and closeness with her husband she hadn't felt in years, and it sent her whole body buzzing. Sam moaned a chorus of sharp, loud, sudden moans as he spasmed and pulsed into his wife's mouth. Her hands and lips enveloped him completely, milking him, and his body and mind were on fire. As his pulsing ebbed, Cathy gently pulled off the tip of his cock, the final drip of white cum pulling long, then snapping down onto her chin. Mouth full, she looked up at her husband and swallowed one last time. Sam's mind was awash with a tornado of thoughts. Thoughts of love for his wife, memories and thoughts of lust for Jess. Looking down at her between his legs, her hands still on his cock, tousled hair to one side, strand of cum almost innocently accenting her chin, he had extreme thoughts of lust for his wife, thoughts that he hadn't had for years and years. He wanted more. She was so sexy, so erotic, and he wanted to explore that. "You are amazing." He said through deep breaths. "I didn't finish what I said," Cathy began, never leaving his eyes, "I said I just needed you to know. What I needed you to know is that you never need to be embarrassed, or ashamed of what you want, what your fantasies might be. I want them all. I want to give you mine. I want to experience it all with you. Ok?" Sam could only smile at his wife. What a woman. He nodded. He clasped both hands to her face and gently pulled her in for a kiss. He could still taste his semen on her lips. It was Wednesday. Cathy was at work, but she couldn't focus. She was daydreaming, sitting at her desk, and her cunt was soaked. Since that night she and her husband, Pastor Sam McGinnis, opened up to each other, their sex life had gone from zero to 69. Wednesday was their scheduled date night, and after years of rain checks and I O Use, it was now the one day they both looked forward to. Every Wednesday they fucked like newlyweds, renewing their marital passions, and re-learning about each other's bodies and especially their minds. She had opened up to him about her sexual history, her wants and desires, and had been rewarded tenfold. It was fun reliving her erotic past, but what really made it hot, what really turned her on, was the fact that she was doing it with her husband. Her experiences had been memorable before, but when she experienced them again with the man she loved, they became unforgettable. But it wasn't just her stories that turned her on, it was his too. A virgin until they married, Sam never talked about sex of any kind, hers, his, or otherwise, and so she just assumed he didn't have any stories. How foolish she was. As her friend Sandy told her, everyone has a past. Everyone has stories. And Sam was no exception. They might not have been the direct sexual encounters that she had experienced, but they were his stories, his fantasies, his wants and desires. Sitting at her desk her legs squirmed beneath her as she remembered the other night when she reenacted Sam's story about Jess, his college friend who had a reputation as master cocksucker. Jess had changed schools at the end of freshman year, never to be seen again, but before she left she demonstrated her gifts on Sam's untouched cock. Sam however hadn't felt right about it and stopped her before he could finish. Before she could swallow. Sam admitted that despite being a man of God, stopping her was a great regret of his. This is where Cathy stepped in. She recreated the scenario with herself in the role of Jess, and this time he did finish. This time she did swallow. And it was all the more intense and intimate because it was with the person they each loved. Sam liked her stories. She was learning she liked his as well, whether they involved him directly or not. The Jess story was undeniably hot, but for some reason, she couldn't stop thinking about the first story Sam told her. The story of his friend Sherri, who used to let her best friend's older brother jerk off onto her sizable tits. The part of the story she couldn't shake, however, was that apparently Sherri used to like to go about her business afterward with his cum still splattered on her chest. It was something dirty and naughty in a way that she felt only a college kid could confidently pull off. Cathy wondered if she could ever have done something like that back then. She wondered if she could ever do something like that now. To be continued in part 4. By Liminally Spaced for Literotica.

Liz, Cath and Carolyn are back together this week for a rousing chat about the first Test match between the Diamonds and the Proteas. It's a netball podcast, but it's so much more. Listen to the No Dribble Hottest Not Quite 100 on Spotify HERE If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERE (it's a hoot!) If you enjoyed this episode - FOLLOW and SUBSCRIBE to No Dribble, share with a fellow 'Netty nut' and shoot us a 5 star review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BUY Carolyn's book 'We Only Want What's Best' HERE (and please, give it a good review when you're done!) Join the conversation with Cath, Liz and Carolyn and nominate your 'Wind Beneath My Wings' hero on Instagram HERE Join the No Dribble Facebook Group HERESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode Cath speaks about emotional neglect, some of what that involves and how it presents when we are an adult. She speaks about the complexity of holding space for emotions when that was never done for us. Please be gentle with yourself as you practise this skill.If you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Liz answers your questions on gluten sensitivity, daily SPF use, supplements for joints and inflammation, and supporting pregnant children.Sasha asks about gluten-free alternatives and getting your gut back on track, and Liz looks at whether daily SPF use is a necessity.Liz also covers glucosamine and chondroitin for joint and bone health, inflammation and immunity for Cath, and shares supplement suggestions for Sarah and her pregnant daughter.Links mentioned in the episode:The Good Gut Guide by Liz EarleA Better Second Half by Liz EarleDo we really need SPF every day? – with Dr Veronique BatailleZita West pregnancy supplementsSave 20% at The Naked Pharmacy with LIZLOVESSave 15% at Wild Nutrition with code LIZLOVESBare BiologyHave a question for Liz? Send a WhatsApp message or voicenote to 07518 471846, or email us at podcast@lizearlewellbeing.com for the chance to be featured on the showPlease note, on some occasions, we earn revenue if you click the links and buy the products, but we never allow this to bias our coverage and always honestly review. For more information please read our Affiliate Policy. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Airlines are backing the Commerce Commission's decision to stop short of a formal inquiry into airport regulation. It's instead looking at changing how much information airports should provide airlines about major upgrades. This follows Air New Zealand writing to the regulator, raising that the costs it was facing from airports were growing out of control. Board of Airline Representatives Executive Director Cath O'Brien says a formal inquiry wasn't worth it. She told Mike Hosking the process is complicated, expensive, and not fit for purpose, as if they ran it, they'd have to apply the findings to all airports, not just one. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this episode Cath shares an anecdote from her own life about how something her kids wanted to do triggered shame and the desire to people please and what happened. She talks about people pleasing and fawning and the actual nature of people pleasing and what it is really about. If you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode Cath and Dr. Herman talked about trauma and recovery, justice for survivors, complex trauma, stages of recovery/healing, what helps in the postpartum period according to research and Dr Herman's incredible work in the field of trauma, justice, repair, healing and recovery.Judith Lewis Herman M.D. is Senior Lecturer in Psychiatry (part time) at Harvard Medical School. For thirty years, until she retired, she was Director of Training at the Victims of Violence Program at The Cambridge Hospital, Cambridge, MA. She is the author of the award-winning books Father-Daughter Incest (Harvard University Press, 1981), and Trauma and Recovery (Basic Books, 1992). She is the recipient of numerous awards, including a Guggenheim fellowship in 1984 and the 1996 Lifetime Achievement Award from the International Society for Traumatic Stress Studies. In 2007 she was named a Distinguished Life Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association.Her new book, Truth and Repair: How Trauma Survivors Envision Justice, was published in March, 2023.If you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

durée : 00:59:57 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Les cathédrales gothiques, symboles de lumière et d'élévation, sont l'œuvre d'artisans aux savoir-faire uniques. Le maître verrier est au cœur de cette nouvelle esthétique. Villard de Honnecourt, maître-d'œuvre, a laissé des carnets de dessins qui sont un trésor pour comprendre ces bâtisseurs. - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé - invités : Roland Recht Professeur au Collège de France; Roland Bechmann Historien

C'est l'heure des Journées Européennes du patrimoine ce samedi matin, l'occasion de pousser les portes d'hôtels pas comme les autres Des hôtels "historiques" dans des cadres d'exceptions ou insolites. C'est l'ADN de la collection MGallery : plus de 100 hôtels en France et à travers le monde, qui vous ouvrent leurs portes ce week-end, sans être obligé d'y dormir. Ce sont leur Héritage Days : vous allez découvrir l'histoire, les coulisses des lieux grâce à des visites exceptionnelles et aussi des expériences, autour de l'art, de la mixologie et de la gastronomie. Je vous donne mes deux coups de cœur : est-ce que vous avez une idée d'un hôtel historique pas très loin d'Europe 1, où l'on peut d'ailleurs déguster - avec modération - un cocktail, installé confortablement dans un fauteuil club sous des voutes d'ogive, une demi-douzaine de vitraux et sous le regard de 76 statues de disciples ? Est-ce que c'est dans une église ? Presque ! Une chapelle désacralisée. Elle fait partie d'un ensemble d'édifices du 17ème siècle que Jean-Michel Wilmotte a restauré. Vous êtes au domaine Reine Margot à Issy-les-Moulineaux. C'était le refuge de Marguerite de Valois en 1606 quand elle a fui la peste. Des histoires, vous allez en avoir ! Et pour mon second coup de cœur, on file à Strasbourg dans une institution : la Cour du Corbeau, situé à deux pas de la Cathédrale. C'est un bijou d'architecture Renaissance avec des coursives, des balustrades en bois et une façade typiquement alsacienne, qui a vu défiler un grand nombre de personnalités notamment Alexandre Dumas, Mozart et même le Comte Dufour. Je ne connais pas ! Vous êtes sûre que c'est une personnalité ? Normal, c'était le pseudonyme de Frédéric II. Il y était venu incognito dans l'espoir de rencontrer Voltaire. Mais à cause de son éternuement, tout est tombé à l'eau. En effet, ses 2 gardes pas très malins se sont précipités instinctivement pour lui tendre un mouchoir, alors qu'on ne le fait pas à n'importe qui. L'aubergiste le démasque et s'empresse de prévenir la ville. Le roi de Prusse s'enfuit. Cette ancienne auberge est devenue aujourd'hui la chambre 207. Une histoire parmi d'autres qui vous attendent ce week-end. Fiche Pratique Collection Hotels MGallery : www.mgallery.com Domaine Reine Margot : https://www.domainereinemargot.com/ La Cour du Corbeau à Strasbourg : https://www.cour-corbeau.com/ Les raisins de table Ce sont les vendanges, mais pas que dans le vignoble. Les raisins de table représentent 10 à 15% de la production. De nombreuses variétés dont le chasselas de Moissac qui bénéficie d'une AOP. Avec ou sans pépins : variétés obtenues par croisement comme le Muscat de Hambourg (avec ou sans). Quelques idées recette : Une tarte vigneronne : pâte sablée des raisins noirs avec un appareil : 4 œufs, 150 gr de sucre, 30 cl de crème, 50 gr de poudre d'amandes / cuisson 45 min à 180° Raisins et plats salés : salades, volaille, viandes blanches Filet mignon de porc au raisins : faire dorer / échalotes, ail et raisins / déglacer au vin blanc / cuire au four / réduire la sauce et lier avec une peu de crème. Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:58:37 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Au cœur des cathédrales gothiques, l'alliance entre pierre et bois donne naissance à des œuvres monumentales. Hommage est rendu aux maçons, tailleurs de pierre, charpentiers et forgerons, bâtisseurs parfois invisibles mais au savoir-faire inégalable, dans cette série sur les œuvriers de cathédrales. - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé - invités : Philippe Plagnieux Professeur d'Histoire de l'art du Moyen-Âge à l'Université Paris 1 Panthéon-Sorbonne, vice-président de la Société des Amis de Notre-Dame.

durée : 00:30:02 - Les Nuits de France Culture - par : Albane Penaranda - Au Moyen Âge, une folle effervescence architecturale donne naissance à 80 cathédrales et des milliers d'églises en France. Qui sont ces bâtisseurs extraordinaires ? Quels savoirs, quelles volontés spirituelles et politiques ont façonné ces monuments gothiques, symboles de lumière et d'élévation ? - réalisation : Virginie Mourthé

Tá seó eagraithe ag Mainistir na Coille Móire d'Oíche Chultúir.

This week Don hosts solo and brings in “Cath GPT” (ChatGPT) as a "live" guest to explore the rise of AI in personal finance. They cover what types of questions AI is best at answering, its limits for real-time data and stock trading, and the importance of privacy and skepticism. Don emphasizes planning before investing, critiques dollar-cost averaging with lump sums, and fields listener calls on shifting from commercial real estate to the market, Roth conversions, AVGE vs. AVUV, resetting cost basis in a low-income year, and avoiding dubious “legacy funds.” The show closes with reminders about planning, asking spoken questions, and steering clear of high-commission products. 1:02 NYT & Yahoo reports on AI financial advice 1:53 Cath GPT joins live, discusses safe AI uses 3:58 Privacy concerns and data recency limits 6:22 Why AI is bad for stock trading advice 6:50 Don confirms Cath recommends index investing 8:14 Warning about sycophancy — always ask for sources 8:38 Caller Josh: pivoting from commercial property to stock market 10:32 Don: planning first, lump sum > DCA 13:23 Caller Greg: inherited assets, Roth conversions, AVGE timeframe, bond/CD ladders 17:20 Don urges no market timing on conversions 22:50 Caller Brian: small-cap value, AVUV vs. Russell 2000, Merriman strategy 28:07 Don: simplify, AVUV fine but optional 29:43 Caller Jason: harvesting gains in low-income year, Don urges diversification 33:03 Caller: backdoor Roth timing — lump sum beats DCA 34:35 Don jokes about October crashes 37:59 Caller Tim: best annuity is SPIA, avoids “legacy funds” Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode Cath talks about moving away from panic and urgency, the complexity of healing chronic stress and how everything in our body is linked and how she's moving forward in this in her own life.Within the episode Cath mentions 'Rushmead Farm' and their womb balm which you can purchase here www.rushmeadfarm.comIf you're enjoying this podcast. Please leave a review and rate the podcast, this really helps others to find it.To sign up for the journal prompts and Nurture.Heal.Grow (on Substack) please head to www.cathcounihan.com or @cathcounihan on Instagram. Follow Cath on social media here:Instagram: @cathcounihanSubstack: Nurture.Heal.GrowFacebook: Cath Counihan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Geoff and Marie's Good Life: Part 15The Live Sex ShowGeoffrey performs in public.Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.We were sitting cuddling together on the sofa when Colin arrived, with Mia in tow. Angie had offered to cook that afternoon and we were trying to decide what we fancied. I suggested a chilli con carne with rice. Angie decided otherwise."Kids," she called. They wandered in from the kitchen with glasses of milk and a chocolate biscuit each."If I go shopping for ingredients, would you two help me cook tea tonight?" The two teens shared a look and agreed. "Right," she announced, standing up. "Go and sort out your homework with grandad; I'll go shopping."I stood and went to get my wallet. She glared at me. "Go on. Do it," she challenged me. "I bloody dare you to offer me money to get food for the people I care about."I carefully closed the drawer and apologized for my insensitivity. "I just don't want you to think that we take you for granted," I explained.Her expression softened. "And if I ever feel that way, I'll say something, but right now it's my turn to give. Please allow me that."I went and pulled her into a hug. "Sorry Angie. You know I wouldn't deliberately upset you. Am I forgiven?"She returned my hug. "You were never in trouble. I was just reminding you that we're family now and I want to contribute too."She gave me another squeeze, a brief kiss and she left. I turned to the kids, who had watched our exchange, fascinated. "What?" I asked.Colin shook his head. "Not sure about this whole adult relationship stuff," he griped. "They are all weird." Mia smiled at his comment, but didn't argue. To be fair, the lad had a point."Okay." I clapped my hands. "Homework?"It turned out that they were studying climate change. Their teacher had given the class three questions and they were free to choose which one to answer. I suggested that Colin and Mia avoided answering the same question so they weren't accused of copying, and sent them off to the study.Angie was back and in the kitchen laying out her ingredients when the teens finally reappeared. Colin, ever the gentleman, had allowed Mia to use our laptop for her slides, while he had used my tablet. That was fine; it wasn't as though we regularly used our devices to cruise porn sites. Besides, I had made sure that Marie knew to use private tabs if she was viewing adult content. The kids were old enough to start learning about relationships. Images of explicit sex were not on their agenda for some years to come.I sent them in to the kitchen and, with their permission, went to check over their homework. I was reassured. If I had seen job applications written that thoughtfully, they both definitely would have qualified for an interview.I joined the others in the kitchen, only to find that I was redundant. Colin was slicing an onion, Mia was chopping mushrooms and Angie was trimming what looked like a pork fillet. She looked up and shook he head, smiling. "The sous chefs are doing fine," she explained. "I want them to feel confident that they can work without being micro-managed."I watched Colin. He was doing well. Slow, perhaps, but careful. Mia was taking equal care to have all the slices of mushroom a similar thickness."Shall I set the table then?" I suggested. The consensus was that yes, I could perhaps make myself useful that way."Set for a starter, main and dessert, please," Angie advised me. "We have a full menu planned.""Wine?""A nice white, maybe an oaked chardonnay," suggested Colin. "I checked on my phone," he explained, in response to my surprised expression.I grunted and went to set about my assigned tasks, and that was how Marie found me when she returned from work. "That's my job when you're the cook," she observed."I have been supplanted by our wicked betrothed and her evil teen minions," I sulked."That's nice, dear," she said, absently, as she bustled about putting her coat away.We went into the kitchen together once I had finished. My wife walked up behind Angie and gave her a big hug. "Geoffrey is feeling emasculated," she told her friend. The minions looked on in amusement.Angie gave a derisive snort. "It's my turn to cook with the kids because I'm here today. Geoff can take his turn any day.""There you go, Geoff," my wife reassured me. "We still enjoy your cooking, it's just that Angie gets less opportunity." Seeing as how I was only pretending to be upset, it was easy to pretend that all was forgiven. I accepted the explanation with a kiss for both of my girls and went off in search of a bottle of wine.I sat and red, while Marie and Angie caught up in the kitchen. Marie joined me ten minutes later. "Angie's bursting to tell me about her day, but all she dare say in front of the kids is that you and she had a pleasant afternoon."I glanced at the door. "I don't think we should have this conversation here and now. If one of the youngsters walks in, the guilty silence will just be uncomfortable for everyone. So how was your day?"And so we sat and I listened to her accounts of generous donors, sweet natured old ladies and the occasional twat who tried to bargain down the price on the ticket. For Fuck's sake! It's a charity shop. And Marie was clear; the worst offenders were most obviously not short of change. They were just tight bastards. Not that my beloved ever capitulated. She would just smile sweetly and remind them where they were, pointing out that they were welcome to try the same approach in John Lewis with her full support.We made the occasional foray to the kitchen but our offers of help were politely, but firmly, rebuffed. To be fair, the atmosphere was relaxed. I asked about the menu and, after looking to the chef for approval, Mia ran through it. "We are starting with cubes of baked breaded brie on a bed of salad with a lingonberry relish. Then there is pork stroganoff with green vegetables and rice. For dessert we are having individual warm pear frangipane tartlets with chocolate sauce and vanilla ice cream." She paused. "Oh, yes," she continued. "If anyone is still hungry there's a selection of cheeses as well as olives, and some nice bread to go with dipping oils and vinegars."I did a quick calculation in my head. "At today's prices, I reckon that meal would come in at about £50 plus per head just in a country pub." Mia just grinned at me. I carried on. "Can I afford to get used to eating like this?"I looked around the kitchen brigade and saw three unreasonably happy cooks. Angie was obviously less demanding of the children and seemed thrilled to be able to pass on her knowledge. Colin just loved cooking and Mia seemed to be determined to learn so that she could help her mum.I turned to Angie. "This all smells wonderful. Wendy and Linda should both be here well before six. Is that okay, Chef?"Angie looked at her team. "Starters on the pass for six o'clock.""Yes Chef!" They shouted in unison. We shook our heads and left them to it.Wendy arrived first. Mia had sent her a text to say that they were eating at our place again. Wendy tried to apologize for intruding but we, particularly Marie, were having none of it. "We love having Mia with us. I know she's very mature but, as Colin is here anyway, it makes no sense for her to be at home, alone," my wife told her. "In addition, Angie is doing a cookery masterclass and she is way more tolerant of the kids than she is with me, so it's easier just to let them get on with it."Mia must have heard her mum's voice because she left the kitchen, briefly, to give her mum a hug before apologizing. "Sorry mum, but I need to turn the tarts so they brown evenly." And, with that, she dashed back to the kitchen. We led a bemused Wendy to the living room, sat her down and asked about her day. Her eyes filled as she explained just how grateful she was not to come home to have to start cooking a meal, even just for one night. She had a decent job in the Civil Service so money wasn't too much of a problem. She just struggled finding time to be the wage earner, housekeeper and mum. She felt guilty too that Mia seemed to feel obliged to sacrifice her spare time to help around the house rather than being a teenager.Marie glanced at me. We're not telepathic but I was certain we were thinking the same thing. Wendy was so caught up in being the perfect single parent, she had forgotten how to be Wendy.We never really got the chance, that evening anyway, to pursue that thought as we heard the front door open to herald our daughter's arrival. What followed, by then, seemed oddly familiar. Hearing his mother greeting us, Colin emerged from the kitchen, hugged his mum, and promptly departed, shouting over his shoulder, "Sorry mum. Got to dash. I can't let the rice overcook. Love you."Linda appeared as flummoxed as Wendy had. "I don't know what it is about this house, but there always seems to be something odd going on just lately." Wendy looked at her in surprise. "What?" my daughter retorted. "How many other throuple weddings have you been invited to? Even more particularly, how many with a Star Wars dress code?" She shook her head. "Christ, I hope it isn't genetic; otherwise I'm well and truly fucked!" She put her hand to her mouth guiltily and checked to see that neither of the youngsters had overheard. "Sorry all. That just slipped out," she apologized. "I've had a weird day at work too. Some half-wit manager wanted me to;” She did the 'air-quotes' with her fingers. "; Expedite a delivery to an important client in Nice.""Let's sit down and you can vent in comfort," I suggested. I led our daughter through and Marie followed with Wendy. "Now, go on. Story so far, idiot, big words, France. New readers start here."She explained that, in order to cover his ass for something that his team had screwed up, said half-wit tried to make it Linda's problem to solve. The vehicle in question was already in France and the driver had to observe French law. The only way to 'expedite' the delivery would be to exceed his permitted hours or fly another driver out to take over; neither was going to happen. Being Marie's daughter, of course she just picked up the phone and asked the operations manager for a cost code for the air fare from Gatwick to Lyon. Apparently the idiot had just assumed that Linda, being a woman could just, who knows? Make it go away?Ops manager had obviously queried the request and Linda, quite disingenuously, told him. It was not well received. She sighed. "On the upside, I got the problem back where it belongs. On the other hand, now I have to watch my back in case he tries to retaliate." She took a deep breath and sat back. "Thank you." We must have looked puzzled. "For just listening and not telling me what I should have done," she explained. She thought for a moment. "This place is still weird though."As she finished that thought, Colin appeared from the kitchen with a white napkin over his arm, to invite us take our places at the table. Linda looked at me. "See?" She mouthed. I could only grin in reply.We took our seats as directed and were joined by Angie and Mia. Colin disappeared to the kitchen and returned with the bottle of wine I had selected and placed in the fridge earlier. Handing it to me to open he returned to the kitchen. Angie cleared her throat. "Wendy, Linda; would you be prepared to let Mia and Colin have a small glass of wine with their meal? They have put their hearts into preparing it; it seems unfair that they miss out on that one component."Mia sat, apparently startled, and watched as her mother considered Angie's request. Wendy nodded slowly. "That seems fair. I'd rather she experienced alcohol in a civilized setting like this." She looked around the table. "Rather than getting hammered at her first student party at Uni."Linda nodded in agreement. "I'll get some glasses for them." Colin reappeared carrying three plates that he placed in front of Angie, Marie and Wendy. He made the journey again, this time serving Linda, Mia and me. He made the final trip for his own starter. As he sat, I reached across and poured a half measure of wine into his glass. He looked to his mum for reassurance. She smiled in acknowledgement. I poured a similar glass for Mia and then shared the remainder amongst the adults.I picked up my glass. "Ladies, Colin, a toast to the Chef and her crew." We four non-cooks raised our glasses in tribute; the cooks acknowledged our compliment and then joined in the toast. Then we attacked the food. The brie was delicious and matched beautifully with the sweet fruit jam. I watched surreptitiously as Colin finished a mouthful and self-consciously took a sip of wine. His brow furrowed as he reconciled the flavors of the wine and the food. He went back to his food looking thoughtful. We finished the starter and complimented the cooks on the flavor and the presentation. It had looked as good as it tasted.We moved onto the main course. Angie and Mia plated up in the kitchen, while Colin worked 'front of house'. Again, the meal was delicious. Angie's version was discs of pork in an onion and mushroom sauce made with crème fraiche, Dijon mustard and smoked paprika, finished with a hint of lemon juice. The plain white rice was perfect for soaking up the sauce.Colin sipped his wine again. "It tastes different with this course," he commented. "It still works but in a different way." He looked to Mia for opinion."Is it because the lingonberry was so sweet that the wine tasted sharper?" She asked me.I shrugged. "Probably. It might even be something to do with the lactic acid in the crème fraiche. What matters is whether you like it.""I do," she smiled and turned to Angie. "Thank you;” She hesitated. "I'm sorry. But I don't know what to call you.""Grangie," offered Colin."Or Angie," suggested our fiancée.Wendy seemed uncomfortable. "Isn't that a bit familiar? Wouldn't Mrs. and your surname be more appropriate?""Technically," interjected Linda. "If you were going to insist that we stand on ceremony, Mia should address Angie as Professor Weston." She frowned at the thought. "Nope. This place is weird enough already. Angie or Grangie. He's Geoff or grandad; that's Marie or grandma and I'm Linda. We want you and Mia to be comfortable here."Mia considered. "Thank you Angie for getting mum and Linda to let us have wine with the meal.""You both earned it dear," Angie assured her. "Now. Desserts, I think."Again, the two girls plated as Colin served. The tartlets looked amazing; a light short crust pastry filled with an almond flavored sponge topped with poached pear cubes. On each plate there was a swirl of chocolate sauce over a generous quenelle of vanilla ice-cream, starting to melt where it touched the still warm tart. I knew where Angie had gone shopping for the ingredients for the meal, and the small fragrant black specks confirmed that she had not economized on cheap ice-cream. This was made with actual vanilla pods. The aroma from the plate was amazing; it was all that I could do not to dive straight in. Still, manners required that I wait until everyone was served, so that's what I did.Once Colin was seated, we began. The taste was amazing. I glanced towards Angie in inquiry. "Star anise as well as cinnamon," she clarified. I nodded, impressed, and turned back to my dessert and savored the remainder. I watched as Colin took another sip of his wine and then Mia as she followed suit. Colin actually shuddered. Mia merely looked disappointed."Have a sip of water," I suggested. "And then wait a couple of minutes after you've finished eating."After the seven plates were all but polished clean, we thanked our catering team. It had been an absolutely lovely meal and the final course had been a triumph. Linda and Marie stood to clear the table, but returned immediately to sit with our guests and chat as we finished our wine."I've never eaten like that before," Wendy admitted."At home, you mean?" Asked Linda.Wendy shook her head. "Ever. My husband didn't like 'fancy foreign muck' so it was fish and chips, takeaways or just ready meals." Her voice cracked with emotion. "Even now, most of our meals are out of the freezer. I can boil potatoes and grill sausages and reheat tinned or frozen veg. My dad just liked the same old stuff too, so that's all my mum taught me. That's about my limit. At this moment," she admitted, sadly, "Mia's almost certainly a better cook than I am."Angie surprised me. She isn't always the most diplomatic of us. "Being untutored is not the same as being a failure." She reached for Wendy's hand. "Tell us how we can help, and between us, you have a group of capable cooks here who are happy to teach you whatever we can."Marie and I finished our drinks and Linda joined us in the kitchen. The brigade had washed and tidied as they went so there was only really the crockery to deal with. That went in the dishwasher. We cleaned the hob and worktops and sorted out the saucepans then returned to the living room. The teens had disappeared, leaving Angie and Wendy talking about food.When Wendy confessed that she would struggle to even shop for a meal such as we'd just had, Linda made a contribution. "A girl I work with wanted to branch out from the same old stuff she always cooks, so she orders from one of those on-line delivery companies. She swears by them now." She picked up her phone. "I can call her and if you decide to do it and say she recommended them to you, then you'll both get a discount."Wendy looked uncertain. The poor woman had no self-confidence at all. Linda left the room and returned two minutes later scrolling on her phone. "Here," she said, passing her phone to Wendy. "Jan told me how to install their app. Pick four meals for two people from this menu list and you'll get everything you need delivered next week, along with recipe cards. Jan said the instructions are dead simple and she's actually learning to cook from doing it."Wend called for Mia to come and choose with her and, together they picked four meals that they thought they might enjoy cooking together. While they did, Colin and I chatted about his first experience of wine with a meal. "It tasted nice, except with dessert," he told me. "Would a sweeter wine have been nicer?""Probably," I acknowledged. "There's a lot of snobbery and nonsense about wine, but some types do go with some foods better than others. I didn't find it clashed to the extent that you did, so personal preference and experience play a part too."At that point Mia called him over to see what she and her mum had chosen for the following week. He pointed to one selection. "Grandma makes that sometimes. It's ace."Wendy passed the phone back to Linda and the pair completed the sign up and the first order, making sure to claim the discount. Wendy seemed conflicted. "I'm a bit nervous about having to make something I've never done before," she confessed. "But I'm excited at the same time.""Think of this," my wife suggested. "As long as you have a loaf of bread, a tin of baked beans and some cheese in the house, even if it all goes horribly wrong, at least you won't starve."The conversations about food carried on until Wendy looked at her watch. "Oh goodness," she exclaimed. "Look at the time!" And after collecting Mia and thanking us for our hospitality, within ten minutes they were gone.Linda pulled me into the kitchen. "That poor girl's husband did a proper number on her: the bastard," she spat. "She copes okay at work because she knows her job. But as a person;” She paused, speechless."I know, sweetheart. We all do. And she's such a lovely woman too."She stared at me, suspiciously. "Are you three planning something?""No," I answered, sort of honestly. "But if an opportunity presents itself, we would probably try to help her see what a worthy person she is."

Geoff and Marie's Good Life: Part 14Geoff  The ModelGeoffrey's Cock Immortalized.Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.We had paid for the J and W Rum and left the store when a rather naughty thought occurred to me, and I freely admit to being both deeply ashamed and inordinately proud of it at the same time. "Why not ask Tony if we can rent the upstairs room at The Black Swan for a couple of hours," I suggested. "That way you can have a proper birthday party in private and we could see how it might work for our wedding.""Isn't a bit big for just us seven girls? Or, I suppose nine if Wendy and Jane come along too.""I was thinking of popping along as well, if I'm welcome," I told her, mischievously. "I thought that I might also invite some friends. You know, for a bigger audience for the birthday girl's special treat." I gave special a very sleazy emphasis."You wouldn't!" She gasped in astonished horror a moment later, as she realized what I was proposing."It's her fantasy," I reminded her. "At our age, when would she ever get the chance again?""She'd be mortified. What if she gets stage fright and can't go on?" Marie protested. "Then she'll feel as though she's let everyone down.""What if she doesn't, and she gets the chance to give a live sex performance in front of total strangers as well as her friends," I countered. "This has been her fantasy since she saw that one in Amsterdam when she was in her twenties. You and I, along with our friends, could make it happen, this week. Her life-long unfulfilled dream; why would we not?"I understood Marie's reluctance. Despite my enthusiasm, I wasn't oblivious to all the things that might go wrong. Our audience needed to be discreet; the setting private and the atmosphere warm and intimate. If this was going to happen, I had three days to arrange it. Grand: I enjoyed a challenge."Who would you invite?" Marie asked. Aha! She was considering it."All your friends will be there, of course, including Margie and Sue, Charles if he can make it, Wendy and Jane, Ken and his wife, Mike and his two ladies and our student friends. Not quite twenty in the audience.""That's a lot of people," she mused."All the better," I countered."What about you?" It was a reasonable question. A solo performance was okay in principle, but that wasn't Jo's fantasy. She needed a sex partner, a performing cock, me."I think I'm okay with it," I replied. "I've given business critical presentations in front of important clients, academics, ministers. Some to groups of a hundred or more. This, in front of friends, actually seems less intimidating; for now at least.""Just when I think I have your measure, my love," she smiled at me. "You surprise me once again." She touched my cheek, fondly. "Don't ever stop."I was slightly distracted driving home, making a mental list of what needed to be done by Friday. Then something Marie had said registered. "You said that Jo should have been with us tomorrow," I recalled. "Who will be coming, then?""Well, it should have been Jo and Kate. Then Megan and Sam, then Angie and Lucy and then, of course, we have to fit in Margie and Sue." She frowned in frustration. "But you sleep with Angie and me regularly. And Lucy almost as often, it seems. You only just fucked Megan this afternoon and Margie and Sue over the weekend." She tutted to herself. "Angie's getting quite vexed at the way your random copulations are messing up her spreadsheet." She gave me a wry smile across the car. "Little Geoffrey's been a busy boy just lately. Not that I'm complaining," she added quickly, in case I misunderstood. "I'm more than content that you're not neglecting me.""Wednesday night?" I reminded her of my original question."Well, that's the thing; isn't it?" She squirmed uncomfortably. "The obvious two are Kate and Sam."She was right of course. In Jo's absence, Megan would have been the obvious substitute. Megan whose bed I'd just left. The next in the sequence was Sam, the forty-something paramedic; Kate's daughter."Oh," I contributed, rather unhelpfully."Exactly," Marie replied. "But we knew that it could happen. We even decided that we would be prepared to invite them both on the same evening, but not to have our open-door policy afterwards. I think that encouraging incest, even lesbian incest, is a step too far." She smiled to herself. "Even for us."When got home, Marie was going to speak to Sam and Kate to explain the situation and find out how they felt about it, and then ring round to tell the others about our plan. I made some calls of my own.First was Tony, the landlord at The Black Swan. We'd just seen the room, but if it wasn't available, the whole prospect became more difficult. It was and I agreed to call in that evening to discuss the arrangements. That meant that I was free to invite guests. Like Marie, I shied away from involving family. As tempting as it was, Peter, Linda and their partners were not getting an invitation to see me banging one of Marie's best friends.Mike, my friend from my rugby days called to his wife when I told him my plan. She shouted back that they would all be delighted to come. She wanted to meet the people who had made the idea of their own formal three person relationship seem possible.Next was Adrian. He seemed to be the core of the group of students we'd met in the pub. He and Emily, his very submissive girlfriend, were close to Angie and me. They were both eager to come and he was sure that the others, Mark, Tabbie and Alice, would too.Our favorite taxi driver, Ken, seemed keen but he needed to speak to his wife, Cath, before he accepted for both of them. Personally, though I'd only spoken to her on the phone, I was sure that she'd agree.I had left it to Marie to speak to Wendy and Jane and also to see if Megan thought Charles might be able to attend. We met up about an hour later in the kitchen. Everyone we'd spoken to was on board, we merely needed confirmation from the others. I asked Marie how she'd described the plan to Wendy and Jane.She looked a little awkward. "I invited them to the pub to meet the girls. I told them that it was a surprise birthday party for one of my friends and, if you could arrange it at short notice, there might be some adult entertainment. I think that they are expecting a male stripper or something. They both seemed very enthusiastic."Sam had been on duty when my wife called. She had explained the situation to Kate who had promised to talk to her daughter and get back to us.We were deciding what to have for tea when Colin joined us. This time without his friend, Mia. "Hello, sweetheart," his grandma greeted him. "Where's your friend?""She does art club on Tuesdays after school. Her mum will pick her up.""Grandad was thinking about making a lamb keema for tea. Does that sound okay?""That sounds amazing," he replied. He's an easy lad to feed.I sent him off to start his homework while we prepped the meal. In ten minutes the onions were sliced, the garlic grated and the spices measured ready to add. I finished chopping the wilted spinach and checked the recipe. "All done, just twenty minutes cooking from start to finish."I left my wife to amuse herself and went in search of Colin. He was in my study frowning at my laptop. "Problem?" I asked."I have to give three examples of something called 'Entropy' and I can't really. I sort of understood in class, but it's just gone out of my head."A passage from a Douglas Adams book came to mind; something about the Tribesmen of the Cold Hillsides, the Princes of The Plains and the Dwellers in the Forest. The first two would wage war with each other in the forest and the latter group would suffer terribly as collateral damage. When they asked why the war had to take place in their forest, the answer, The Reason, seemed so obvious while it was being explained but less so when they returned to the smoldering remains of their villages. Most folk would recognize the feeling. I tried to help. "Imagine this. Your mum has spent all Saturday morning cleaning and tidying your bedroom. What does it look like the following Friday?"He looked uncomfortable. "Not great," he mumbled."That's entropy," I explained. "Your mum expended energy to put things into an ordered state but, over time, that order decays towards randomness. Can you think of similar examples?""Like ruined castles?" He asked, uncertain."Exactly," I replied"Or copying a copy?""So describe what happens," I prompted him."We still have a copier at school. If you copy a new document, then the copy is pretty cool, but every time you copy a copy, the background gets greyer and the text gets paler. Eventually, you have to guess what some of the words are.""So now you have two examples of your own to submit, and you can use mine too. Is that it?" I checked. "Shall I leave you to type that up?"He looked uncomfortable. "The talk; About sex;”I waited."Is it bad?" He asked."Not really," I reassured him. "There's stuff you need to know now and things you really don't need to know in detail for a couple of years."He didn't look convinced."Okay," I began. "We'll start now so you don't get hung up worrying about having to have this talk later. We'll talk about how your body will change, how girls' bodies change and what utter bollocks your mates at school will tell you when they try to show off how much they know about sex."He seemed to relax and we sat talking quietly for forty minutes or so, me taking a break for a coffee part way through. He coped well, though he admitted that periods sounded gross. I pointed out that girls would probably agree, but they weren't, by and large, optional. He also seemed to understand my main point; that nature had come up with a simple formula: cock plus cunt equals pregnancy. Until we had our next talk, in a couple of years, dealing with the mechanics of sex, if he took nothing else from our chat, he really had to remember that straightforward equation.He obviously understood what I was telling him. "So girls can get pregnant doing it standing up?""Absolutely," I agreed."Then it sounds like some of the Year Elevens are gonna be really deep in the doo doo.""If they've been getting their sex-ed exclusively from someone's big brother who has a porn site subscription, then probably, yes.""Thanks grandad. That wasn't so bad." And so saying he went back to his physics. I left him to it and went off in search of my wife.Marie smiled up at me when I found her, reading in the lounge. "You are the total package aren't you, my love?"I looked at her, quizzically."Sex, my dear," she clarified. "I heard part of your tutorial with Colin. You seem to excel at the theoretical as well as the practical aspects. Now, if you ever manage to actually figure women out too, you could be a Nobel Prize contender."The very thought made me laugh out loud. "Now you mention it though." I lowered my voice and sat next to her. "I could do with talking to you about Lucy.""Before you begin," Marie responded. "May I say this?" I sat back and she continued. "Megan and I talk. She and Charles agree that Lucy is in love with you. Her first husband died, her second husband is a treacherous twat and you, my love, represent the closest thing in her life to a constant male source of support."She saw me struggling to understand. "Megan, Kate and Jo, Margie and Sue too, they just need sex. They like you and, more importantly, they trust you, but their feelings go no further than trust and affection."She carried on, while I listened, fascinated. "Sam needs your intuitive grasp of how to help her deal with her demons. She really needs professional help but she appreciates the way you empathize with her struggles.""Angie needs help dealing with the world. I'm not convinced she's actually neurodiverse but she does have issues with some social interactions. Personally, I wonder if it's just because she's so much more intelligent than the rest of us that she sees these social niceties, behaviors that are apparently so important to everyone else, as meaningless nonsense." Marie gave me a hard stare. "You, dear husband, are her bridge. You speak her language but you are connected to our world too. You give her confidence and, when you command her, you allow her to shut down all of her defenses and trust absolutely in you. She cherishes those moments of peace.""I, on the other hand, need a partner. Someone who shares my goals and values but with a different perspective. You and I together are greater than the sum of our parts. I can hardly believe how close we came to destroying something so perfect but it will never," her voice hardened, "ever, happen again. Adding Angie to what we already have extends our partnership in another dimension, one I'm looking forward to exploring."She took my hand. "And now back to your original point: All that Lucy needs from you is your love. Knowing that you feel the way that you do about her gives her value. She knows that she's a capable artist, but Eddie made her question herself as a woman. You love me; and Angie. You think Jo is gorgeous. But you've never been embarrassed to admit that you think Lucy is sexy. That does wonders for her self-esteem. Yes, you tease her about being a blonde dingbat, but that doesn't hurt her. She knows it's affectionate."You've seen her recent work. That's down to you; you let her rediscover the woman she was fifteen years ago and she wants to repay you. So let her. She would never do anything to harm what we have: so you and she may have the same freedom as you and Angie. Love her and let her show her love for you."I sat, quietly impressed by Marie's comprehensive analysis of my sex life. "Jane and Wendy?" I prompted her.She considered for a moment. "With the benefit of hindsight,' she conceded. "I should have let you sleep with Jane five or six years ago. She needed you, and Ben would have benefited from growing up having you as a role model. But;” Here she dipped her head in reluctant acknowledgement. "We just weren't ready.""Jane has had a thing for you since before her husband passed. An innocent enough crush at first, but your," She stared accusingly at me, "Your supposedly innocent flirting has given her hope of some sort of part emotional, part physical relationship."She sighed. "I think she needs to get laid; she needs to be reminded that she's more than a widow and a single mum; she needs the confidence to rebuild her life so she can move on."I nodded slowly. That sounded like a fair summary.My wife graciously accepted my agreement and carried on. "Wendy is more damaged. While Jane lost her husband to illness, she ought to realize that she's still an attractive woman. Wendy has been hurt, though, just like Lucy. She's convinced herself that her husband abandoned her, because she's; what did she call herself? "A great heffalump". You, in fact we, need to show her what a striking girl she actually is."Marie frowned as she chose her next words. "It's possible that we may have to have you date her.""Christ, Marie!" I exploded, taken by surprise. "I know we keep bending the rules, but this?""No, dear." She disagreed. "We keep ignoring the rules, especially when they interfere with what's needed. There should be only one rule; 'Primum non nocere'."I looked blankly at her. "First do no harm," she translated for my benefit. "Supposedly part of the Hippocratic Oath, but it seems just as relevant here. If we can help Wendy at no risk to our marriage, what is the point of an arbitrary rule, however well intentioned, that prevents us? In fact." I got another hard stare. "Isn't this similar to the argument you used to persuade me to go along with your scheme for Jo?"Well, no not really: perhaps a little. Okay, quite similar in a way. She went back to her book while I considered her words. Nothing she had said changed the way I viewed our friends. She had reminded me what an amazing woman I'd been lucky enough to marry though. I was still savoring that thought when Colin joined us.He explained his homework to his gran while I listened to make sure that he'd understood just how fundamental the concept of entropy was. When he said, "And grandma, it applies to everything, mountains, stars, even people." I stood; my work here was done. My work in the kitchen, however, was just about to start.We had a civilized, if spicy, meal with Linda and Colin then, once they had left, I reminded my wife that I had an appointment at the pub. She decided to send me on my own, saying that she would look for a suitable way to wrap Jo's birthday present while I was gone. She did suggest that I might like to limit my beer input and hurry back, as she fancied an early night. I still had a few hours' worth of my erection pill coursing through my system, so that sounded like a most excellent idea.It was still fairly quiet in the bar when I arrived. I ordered a pint and Tony pulled one for himself and joined me at a table, leaving the barmaid to cope on her own. I explained that it was Marie's friend's birthday on Friday and that I intended to invite some additional guests to their usual 'girly get together' as a surprise.He looked levelly at me. "I believe every word," he told me. "But you're not telling me everything. Go on; spill."I gave him one last chance. "Plausible deniability," I explained. "There may be some adult entertainment involved. If you were prepared to let us have the room with a locked door, you couldn't be accused of being complicit."

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In this episode of Waterfall, Cath and Karen are joined by Stuart Sampson, National Drought Manager at the Environment Agency, to explore what really happens during a drought. Stuart explains how droughts are defined, why they differ from dry weather, and what Temporary Use Bans (TUBs) mean for households. He also shares the role of water companies in drought planning, the environmental impacts of prolonged dry spells, and what practical steps we can all take to save water. Full of expert insights and useful tips, this episode highlights why water resilience matters for us all.   Timestamps 00:00 – Introduction to the episode and guest 01:08 – How dry has 2025 been compared to past years? 03:58 – What officially defines a drought? 09:59 – Understanding Temporary Use Bans (TUBs) 15:19 – What should water companies do during droughts? 21:17 – Environmental impacts of prolonged drought 26:22 – Key messages and practical steps for the public   Show notes Environment Agency

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Cuimhní cinn ar Eamonn de Valera i gCorca Dhuibhne agus i gCléire ar chomóradh a bháis a tharla cothrom an lae seo 50 bliain ó shin ar an 29 Lúnasa 1975.

This week on Crime Wave: Cath Little—34, cautious, and firmly rooted in Buffalo—discovers two tickets to a “Murder Week” getaway in the England's idyllic Peak District tucked among her late mother's belongings. Because they'd been estranged for years, she's stunned to learn the tickets were for the two of them. Hoping to understand the woman she never truly knew, Cath travels to the English countryside where she's drawn into a staged whodunit alongside two unlikely cottage-mates, Wyatt and Amity. As the fictional mystery unfolds, Cath begins to unravel a very real one about her mother's past and the bond they never had the chance to repair. But after a life constrained by secrets and lies, how much truth Cath is ready to uncover? Connect with Karen: https://karendukess.com/ #podcast #author #interview #authors #CrimeWavePodcast #authorsontheair #podcast #podcaster #authors #authorsofig #authorsofinstagram #authorinterview #writingcommunity #suspensebooks #authorssupportingauthors #thrillerbooks #suspense #wip #writers#writersinspiration #bookrecommendations #bookaddict #bookaddicted #bookaddiction #bibliophile #read #amreading #lovetoread #BonnarSpring #BonnarSpringBooks #bookouture #thrillers #KarenDukess #WelcometoMurderWeek

This week, Casper and Vanessa explore the theme of Peace in Chapter 19 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! They discuss Ron's return, the destruction of the trio's first horcrux, and Hermione's anger! Throughout the episode we consider the question: how do we set the stage for peace?Thank you to Cath for this week's voicemail! Next week we're reading Chapter 20, Xenophilius Lovegood, through the theme of Purpose with special guest Micaela Blei.Harry Potter and the Sacred Text is a Not Sorry ProductionFind us at our website | Follow us on Instagram--It's two sickles to join S.P.E.W., and only five dollars to join our Patreon for extra content every week! Please consider helping us fill our Gringotts vault so we can continue to make this show. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

One way that AI can save you from expending massive amounts of blood, sweat and tears is a way that a lot of people aren't using. And that involves its incredible ability to analyze, find trends, and organize information. On the face of it, all that sounds pretty boring and hardly applicable to copywriters and business owners. But today's returning champion, Cath Reohorn, has used her impressive imagination to come up with some incredibly simple, smart and powerful ways to use AI that are VERY interesting… and could be useful to you as well. You probably remember Cath because her podcast, titled Selling Them With Kindness, got a lot of engagement and some heartfelt comments from listeners. Cath's business is called Kind Copy. She lives in Wales in the UK. She has a true family business, since it employs herself, her husband, her sister and 2 other team members. What's even more impressive, they grew with organic marketing to over £1m/month before she ever ran an ad. Today, we dig into Cath's personal, practical AI innovations. – Cath's website: https://kindcopy.co.uk/ Cath's social media links: https://x.com/kindcopy https://www.instagram.com/kindcopyuk/ Download.

I can't quite believe it, but here we are — the 800th episode of the Tough Girl Podcast! In this special solo episode, I'm taking you behind the scenes for a personal catch-up and reflection on everything that's happened so far in 2025 — from January through to August. I talk about what life has looked like lately (yes, still living at home with my parents!), working part-time at AIM Health, the adventures I've been on, the challenges I've faced, and the exciting things coming up next. This episode is a bit of everything: gear chat (flat-lay photos and a new Atom Pack!), health updates (peri-menopause, gut health, strength training, and more), financial planning (Patreon, pensions, broken laptops!), plus reflections on my time walking the English Camino, Snowdonia Slate Trail, and tackling the GR20 in Corsica — which was honestly tougher than the Marathon des Sables. I'm also talking about my motivations for taking on the GR10, what I've learned in 10 years of podcasting, and why the mission — to increase the amount of female role models in the media especially in relation to adventure and physical challenges— is stronger than ever. Thank you for being here with me on this journey. Whether you've listened from the start or are just finding the show now, I'm so incredibly grateful. This is a celebration of us — of consistency, resilience, growth, and dreaming big.

Don takes a fiscal detour into the world of AI, introducing his ChatGPT co-host “Cath” in a strikingly lifelike discussion about the future of jobs, the role of artificial intelligence in our lives, and how we can adapt to massive changes already underway. The episode blends curiosity, caution, and practical insight—with a historical twist that ties today's tech upheaval to the Luddite resistance of the 19th century. It's a deeply personal, slightly spooky, and forward-looking edition of Talking Real Money. 0:04 Don opens solo and explains how AI (Cath) became his creative partner 1:20 What ChatGPT is, how it works, and how Don uses it for image creation 4:21 AI and the threat to human jobs—especially white-collar roles 5:16 Is creativity really safe from AI disruption? 6:31 Which U.S. jobs are most at risk (customer service, admin, legal, finance) 7:30 Why current AI customer service sucks (and why Cath doesn't) 9:05 How young people can future-proof their careers through skills and mindset 10:15 Education technology as a “human + AI” job model 10:33 Hands-on and empathetic jobs that AI struggles to replace 11:47 The difference between mimicking and actually being intelligent 12:06 Specific industries most ripe for AI displacement 13:15 AI's surprising takeover of journalism and nonfiction writing 13:52 Should we be alarmed by how fast AI is replacing human tasks? 14:55 AI 2027 report: Doomsday prediction or useful wake-up call? 16:22 Ethical concerns, adversarial use (like China), and global AI regulation 17:36 What kids (and grandkids) can do now to stay ahead of AI disruption 18:06 Should we still teach coding if AI can write code? 18:56 Is GPT-4.0 helping write GPT-5.0? 19:40 How AI voices became so eerily realistic 20:46 Ways everyday people can use AI subscriptions for personal growth 22:07 Do users own what they make with AI? (Yes) 22:31 Did AI “steal” the content it was trained on? 23:58 Final thoughts: from Luddites to large language models—adapt or get replaced 26:21 A call for thoughtful oversight and a little healthy skepticism Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices