I've looked at thousands of porn photos but I'd never recognised anyone I knew until I came across an internet picture of Mrs Campbell. She had been the mother of a boy in my class called Jim. Jim and I were members of a group of boys who wanked together. We talked about which of our mothers we fancied. The sons of the chosen moms would bring a photograph or a piece of stolen underwear belonging to his mother and we'd sit in a circle and masturbate our little cocks. We called these moms our wanks. Mrs Campbell who was kinda plain wasn't one of them and it goes to show that a woman shouldn't be judged for her face. The picture I discovered was an old, slightly faded polaroid that appeared on a retro site, taken about the time when we were boys. She wasn't pretty and she always wore baggy shapeless clothes which hid her shape. The image showed she had a nice body, biggish tits, a nice little tummy and a thick clump of dark pubic hair. She was holding her pussy lips apart to show her hole. I paid her tribute there and then and often since. When I go back to visit my parents, I sometimes see her in the street. She's in her late 60s now, a demure, matronly lady, unsuspecting and above suspicion. Jim I haven't seen for years. My secret knowledge of her big exposed pussy always gives me a kick. What I wonder is who took that photo, what persuaded her to pose, were there others, does she know it's on the internet? I've thought about sending her a copy by letter and maybe I will.

Mr Martin was my patient when I was a visiting nurse. I went to his home every day for a week to give him a course of injections round his navel. I knew he was always nude under the sheets although I didn't see him below the waist. He liked me and I liked him despite an age difference of 30 years. On the sixth day, Instead of pulling the sheets up after I injected him, he took my hand and put it between his legs. The gesture was firm and unhestitating, as if he guessed I wouldn't object. There was a pause as we looked each other measuringly in the eye. I could tell he was wondering if I would yell or belt him. The bedroom door was open and we could hear his wife moving around downstairs in the kitchen. I made a fist round his bare cock and felt it grow. This was something that had never happened before. My male patients sometimes made jokes but no one had ever dared make a grab. I moved my fist up and down a few times but I was confused and wary of the wife. «I don't have time for this,» I said, gently removing my hand. «But I will, when it's safe.» He watched while I packed my bag to leave. As I did so, his wife appeared at the door. «Just going, dear,» she said. I smiled.

Someone had pulled some spanking pics up on his screen in the office and one of the guys was saying he'd never let any woman do that to him. He couldn't understand why any normal guy would. I could have explained to him but didn't. My wife spanks me. Sometimes the spankings are a punishment but she also does it for fun by mutual agreement. The punishments are real and no fun at all. That belt hurts but I've learned how to deal with it. She tells me in advance how many times she's going to hit me and I concentrate on the halfway point at each stage. If it's 20 strokes, I count off to 15 and then to 10 and then to five and so on. It helps me to tell myself the end is coming. She's made me cry sometimes and I'm not ashamed of that. No doubt the macho guy at the office would think I'm a total wimp but in a way my tears are a bond between my wife and me. The fun spankings are a trade between us and she does those by hand. I like to jerk off in front of my wife. When I ask for permission, which I always do, she says I must first be treated like the naughty boy I am. I take my clothes off and lie across her stockinged thighs with my cock between them. If I haven't already got a hard on, I soon get one as she slowly and rhythmically slaps my bottom. I love to feel my cock clenched between the slight roughness of her stockings and the warmth of her thighs while my ass stings pleasantly from the hand-whacking. When her hand gets tired, I stand in front of her and wank until I cum while she watches. It's just so fucking good that I don't care what anyone thinks.