I’m delighted to have fellow Brit Babe, and wonderful friend, Victoria Blisse with me today. Get a cuppa, sit yourselves down comfortably, and enjoy…
Introduction to Rob and Lou.
Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart.
Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four. They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure. In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain.
They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them.
This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond. They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught.
Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride.
Here’s the Blurb!!-
Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.
Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.
The Brit Babes have awarded this set of tales a Hot and Saucy Rating!!
Here are 3 wonderful excerpts to whet the appetite!!
A Massage and More.
“I think I might be a masochist.” I sighed and headed into the kitchen to get myself a cold drink. I love Zumba. One night a week, I don the only pair of sporty three-quarter length trousers I own and a baggy T-shirt and I spend a pleasant hour sweating, singing, and dancing with other crazy women. It really is fun. It’s my treat, and every week I look forward to it. And I love learning new routines but blimey, do they catch up with me the next day.
“Darling.” Rob walked up behind me and rested his hands on my hips. “Want me to give you a massage?”
“Oh, that’d be lovely. But the kids are in.”
“And? They’re in bed and fast asleep by now. I’m only offering you a massage.”
“Pfft.” I don’t complain about it, but Rob always gets distracted when he massages me. It’s a good kind of distraction, but the kids were in the house and I was worried they’d wake up.
“Oh, come on, sweetie. I’m just trying to be nice.” His hands ran up my back and he gripped my shoulders. I was about to come up with a convincing excuse when he dug his thumbs into the muscles either side of my spine and rubbed his fingers forward. It was absolute heaven to my poor aching bits, and he took my moan of relief as a ‘yes’ and took my hand to lead me up the stairs. I didn’t resist because, well, I didn’t want to. Sometimes you’ve just got to lay back and hope to God the kids don’t wake up.
“While you get naked and comfortable, I’ll go and get the massage oil,” Rob said at the bedroom door. I nodded. There was no noise from either of the kids’ rooms so I headed into mine, stripping my T-shirt off on the way and wincing. I eased out of my shorts and knickers, pulled off my bra, before leaping onto the cool sheets on the bed. It was a warm summer’s evening and the sun still poured in through the window. I probably should have shut the curtains, but I was comfortable and didn’t want to move. If the folks across the road wanted to watch, they were free to. I suspected they’d need binoculars, though.
“Now, there’s a sight to behold,” Rob growled. He closed the door behind him with a gentle ‘click’. I turned to look at him—he was already half-way out of his top.
“Hey, Mr Masseur, you don’t need to get naked to rub me.”
“I do if I don’t want to get lotion all over my clothes. You’d only moan at me if I did.” He poked out his tongue.
“Fair enough.” I shrugged and watched him shed the rest of his clothes. I love the sight of my naked husband. It always creates naughty thoughts in my mind, and that night I was hoping that he’d hurry with the massage so he could get on and fuck me. Yes, I am easily swayed, especially because Zumba makes me horny. I love moving my body to the rhythm of the beat, the slinky salsa moves make me think of sex and Rob. Sadly, though, we’d both been too tired the night before to act on it. I hoped the extra waiting time would make the experience all the better.
Rob moved our special book behind the door. I kept a large, hardback novel beside the bed just for this kind of occasion. It might not keep the kids out completely but it would hold them back long enough for both of us to leap under the covers, if needs be. When you have children, you have to be inventive.
Medium Spiced Excerpt:
Mud is Good and Wetter is Better.
“I told you this was a fucking bad idea,” I yelled. “How the hell did I let you convince me to go camping on a bank holiday?”
“If I remember rightly, you were the one who suggested borrowing my brother’s tent.” Rob pulled the door flaps closed and shook the water off his anorak.
“I was just being polite,” I grumbled. “I didn’t think he’d actually lend it to us.”
“And they’ve taken the kids for the long weekend. We really shouldn’t grumble.”
“But it’s cold and it’s wet and it’s miserable and I want to go home.”
“Well, Lou, we could do that but—”
“But what?” I threw my hands in the air. “Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this.”
“Well, no, that’s not it. It’s just that, erm, well. Just look out the tent flap and check out the car.”
I muttered and mumbled, shot evils at my darling husband, and crawled past him to look out into the storm. He passed me a torch so I could see into the murk. It wasn’t really late, but the storm had brought darkness early, and even though it was the middle of August, it felt like a dark, oppressive winter night. I’d told Rob it would be a bad idea. It would rain, I’d be cold, but he didn’t listen. He wanted to go on a grand adventure. Something deep inside him ached to sleep under the stars, separated from nature by a bit of whippy canvas. Being the good and loving wife I am, I gave in. Also, Rob’s brother and his girlfriend had happily acquiesced to have our kids for the weekend, so I was looking forward to some adult alone time, even if it did mean I had to wear my thermals in the middle of summer.
When I spied our well-loved family car standing where we parked it, surrounded by a quagmire of mud, I really did wish I’d persuaded Rob to stay at home and just pretend we went camping. We’d not be stuck in the wild in the middle of a thunderstorm then. We’d be rolling around in bed, eating snacks we don’t let the children eat, and fucking with abandon.
“Fuck.” I cursed. “I told you we should have parked it in the car park.”
“You did no such thing,” Rob exclaimed. “You dragged me in here and fucked my brains out.”
He was quite right, I had. Well, he looked all sexy with his sweat-beaded brow. I’d enjoyed watching him pitch the tent. It involved a lot of bending over, and my husband has a bloody gorgeous arse. I spent my time pretending to help, but really I was ogling his body and thinking wicked thoughts about having my way with him. So, instead of telling him we needed to park on the tarmac at the car park, I kissed him and pulled him into the tent. I didn’t strip him, I just opened his trousers. I had to struggle out of my own jeans so I could only watch him stroke his cock for a frustratingly long time, but as soon as I could I climbed on top of him. I pushed him down and straddled his waist. The scent of the crushed grass, mixed with his musk was so primal that it added excitement to what we were doing. I pushed down until I felt him stretch me. It was a heady mix and made me feel connected to nature in some kind of primitive way.
Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline.
It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this.
Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts.
Wear this tonight and only this xxx
PS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry.
I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.
“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.”
“Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”
“Yes.” He nodded solemnly. “It’s a terrible affliction.”
“What’s your favourite kind?”
“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously.
That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled.
“You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.”
I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.
“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.”
My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have.
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