The world is very small
I was 19 when I started to date Dianne; she was a 37-year-old single mother of four. I didn't know that she was a single mother when we hooked up; we met at a dance club and saw what turned out to be our mutual favorite DJ. I knew she was older, but we danced together and she came back to my flat. She completely fucked my brains out that morning. It was an experience I had never had before, a girl taking control, knowing what she wanted and taking it.
She must have liked it because she wanted to catch up again and we exchanged numbers. We would meet up a few nights per week and fuck like rabbits. It was everything I wanted, so easy, no relationship hassles. It went this way for over six months. Our few nights a week had become five or six, sometimes at lunch or before work. She was thirsty for sex and it was awesome. One night when she was cleaning up after fucking my brains out I asked her why we had never been to her house. She looked surprised and blushed. She looked at me, and that is when I found out she had kids, and their age was not so far from mine. I found that super hot; it wasn't the kids; she was so hot AFTER having kids. I thought about my mate's parents and still couldn't believe it. She returned and lay down on the bed next to me, now clothed and her makeup back on. We snuggled, and it felt good. She said that she wanted to start taking our relationship beyond sex and see how it would go. I said that it sounded like a great idea, but this was despite me thinking oh shit, and not really being mentally prepared.
The relationship blossomed, although it was very uncomfortable meeting her kids. We started to hang out at her place most nights; when my lease came up for renewal, I canceled it and moved in with her. We lived together for almost six years when her youngest was offered a scholarship at a prestigious international institution. With the other kids already adults, Dianne wanted to take advantage of this and travel and live abroad for a few years. I had no other plans so I agreed that we should do it. The international institution was close to London so we decided to make that our base and then travel beyond. She had never even been overseas, so everything was new. London is very different from Adelaide. Despite being together for six years it was only while on a tour of Sweden that the topic of circumcision came up. We had booked a tour that included a sauna but did not realize that this meant a naked sauna. Seeing all the other people from the tour naked had us chatting in our room later that night. Dianne mentioned how nice the American men's dicks were with their exposed heads. We got really deep into the conversation about dicks and her preferences. It was a very unguarded conversation, and I learned so much. It was not until after the conversation that It sunk in what she was saying. Dianne had slept with 13 guys, including me, 10 had been circumcised, including her ex-husband, and 3 had not been. She said that I was hung, but my cock would look so good with a nice exposed head. She pulled my dick out and pulled the skin tight along the shaft. I said to her that I agreed it looked hotter; for some reason, I thought it looked more manly. Laying on the bed after fucking looking up at the roof, It kept playing on my mind how she preferred circumcised dicks. I do not know why, I could not get it out of my mind and had trouble sleeping that night.
With my ego bruised, we returned from the holiday, and everyday life in London resumed. I couldn't shake the idea that she preferred circumcised dicks. I had started to retract my foreskin when we walked around naked; I would catch her looking at it, and it became a game of cat and mouse. With this now being something that we did the quantity of sex had increased considerably. Dianne always instigated it; it was such a turn-on to feel she wanted me more. This had gone on for a few months. Watching a travel show, they had an episode on Istanbul; we both looked at each other and jinxed ourselves into saying, "We should go there".I went over to the PC in the corner of the room and turned on the monitor. As it came out of sleep mode, the browser was opened with the Google search "London adult circumcision clinic" in the bar. I looked across the room and saw Dianne's face change as it dawned on her what was on the screen. It was awkward. There was a long silence; she then said she wanted to know what was involved and how much it cost. She came over from the sofa and showed me the various information sites she had found. She said it was less than an hour and was very affordable. She stated that she thought I oozed more confidence when I had it retracted, like I knew it was supposed to be that way. I had to agree with her; I felt more confident, and it felt good that she checked me out more often when It was retracted. I said that maybe it was something she would get for her Birthday in a few months. She said that would be amazing and kissed me. As I looked up Istanbul I couldn't help getting hard thinking about how hot it made her feel. The next morning, after she left for work, I had half an hour before I needed to leave. I jumped onto her information websites and read all about it. After only a short time I was so hard I needed to go have a wank, then I was running late for work.
On the tube, I would surprise her by organizing to get it done. I could not concentrate at work as my mind raced and thought about it. When I got home that night, I couldn't hold back; I saw Dianne in the kitchen, bent her over the table, and fucked her so deep and hard with my foreskin pulled tight down my shaft. The mechanics of doing that was awkward but the orgasm that Dianne had was like nothing I had ever seen her do. I didn't know what squirting was at that point. When I came, it was like I was flooding the Great Lakes; it just kept on flowing. When I pulled out it was like I was releasing a torrent of my cum as it flooded out down her leg. She remained bent over the table for a few minutes after I had finished saying that she needed to stay still to recover. I went to the shower, and she joined me shortly after. As she stepped in she said that was the best sex she had ever had with me. I probed her for more information, "With me?"... She said she had orgasms like that before but not in a long time. She asked me what I did differently, I told her that I held my foreskin retracted tightly down my shaft. She just smiled and said wow several times. That night we fucked twice more, each time Dianne demanding that I hold it tight again. The third time I had nothing left in the tank, she climaxed and I went to sleep.
The next day, I woke early; I was eager to book my circumcision; I had an early start at work and had a bounce in my step all day. I finished early in the afternoon, raced home, and rang the clinic. A thick Australian accent answered the phone; it felt strangely confidence-building. I went through the questions and answers and was booked in for my appointment a few days later. I called work and booked a few days off. I wanted to surprise Dianne so I kept it to myself. The day had arrived; I left for work as normal, except that I didn't have work that day.
I went to the clinic. I was the first patient; the receptionist was Australian and from Adelaide. We chatted while I waited. When the nurse came out to get me she was also Australian, a surfy girl from Western Australia. Stunning blue eyes and dyed blonde hair, she clearly worked out. I got anxious thinking that I really did not want to get a boner before the surgery. She sat me down went through some checks, and then gave me something to wear. I put it on and emerged from the changing rooms, feeling the chill of the air on my bare bum. I was guided into the theatre and introduced to the doctor and assistant nurse. The doctor asked me what outcome I hoped for, but I didn't understand what he meant. The assistant nurse then clarified if I wanted it tight or loose, high or low. The glazed look on my face must have been obvious that I had no idea what she was asking me. She reached across for a folder that had some drawings in it. She asked me which one I wanted. I remembered Dianne commenting on the American style, which looked tight, so I pointed at the tight one. The assistant said that I had made a good choice. They chatted while they got things prepared; I was then told that they would inject me with some local anesthetics and start the procedure once the area was sterile. With the prick of the needles, I couldn't feel the iodine being painted on at all. The whole operation was over before I realized it. They had me walk out to change my clothes in under 50 minutes. Once I was dressed, the assistant and nurse gave me some paperwork and pamphlets with information about care. The assistant said that I should be really happy with the results and now it's up to me to keep it clean and let it heal. On the tube home, It felt really uncomfortable being bandaged up and sitting down. I got home, put on some sports shorts, and lay watching the football repeats on TV. The next thing I remember is Dianne shaking me, I must have fallen asleep. She was asking me what I was doing. I said I must have fallen asleep to state the obvious. It was so hard for me to not tell her. I made up some excuses over dinner that we should take a few weeks off fucking so we could really make up for it in Istanbul which was 3.5 weeks away. She did not see the point and really didn't want to. I managed to keep it secret until two days before we set off for Istanbul; I was pulling my underwear up in the bedroom when she came in; I didn't expect it because the shower was still running. She said she had forgotten her hairbrush. She asked me why I was retracting it even though I had to leave for work in a few minutes. She then came over thinking that we were about to fuck. She pulled my underwear down and saw it all freshly trimmed. The look on her face was PRICELESS. She was shocked, she was lost for words, she just looked at it and said wow, it looks so good. The scar was still a little red but had otherwise healed nicely. I still had not wanked or had sex and my balls were about to explode. I said we had to abstain until Istanbul. She looked disappointed. I had to race to work, and when I got off the tube, my phone was flooded with SMS messages from Dianne. She said she was so happy and surprised and wow.
The day flew by, and the apprehension for Istanbul was now off the chart. We checked into the hotel, and Dianne was all over me before the door was shut behind us. It felt so hot to be wanted so badly. Something that she never did was to suck my cock; she was down on her knees with my cock in her mouth; it was so intense I could barely keep my balance. She kept her eye contact and boom my load flowed into her mouth, I was embarrassed with how quickly I had cum, it was the first time I had ever climaxed from a BJ. She swallowed it all down and before I had time to soften, she was on top of me fucking my brains out, she came, and this was the first time I had seen her squirt; I thought she had pissed on me. What had happened the previous time she was super wet was now clear. She kept fucking me and fucking me orgasm after orgasm until she had no energy left. When she collapsed on the bed she told me to have her any way I wanted. I pinned her in a spoon and fucked her deep and hard until I came for the second time. We both fell asleep with me still inside her, waking to the Islamic cries. We didn't see much of Istanbul. Instead, we fucked like we had never fucked before. On the flight home, my balls felt sore. We both slept most of the flight.
The next few months in London were epic. It was coming up to our year there when she said she wanted to break up with me. She said that she didn't want me to not be a dad and our time in London was the perfect cue for us to break up. She said it was the hardest thing she had ever done as she really loved me. I felt the same, yet it felt liberating to be free again. I thought it would have been terrible; maybe it was something else. I still can't wrap my head around how that felt. As we packed up our small flat and put our things into separate boxes we would have breaks and fuck. It had become a game. As the removalist came for our boxes and we handed back the keys it was the end of Diane and I.
A few years later, I was sitting at a bar near the water in Florida when a girl started talking to me, I was in a daze, and it took me a few minutes to realize that it was one of the girls from the circumcision clinic in London. She was with friends, having just returned from a cruise around the Caribbean. She had just come to the bar to get some snacks. She asked if I was doing anything later that night and we agreed that we would all head out to some club. I met the girls at the bar around 9, and my mind was blown; all dressed up, it was like a model calendar shoot. They looked so hot. The club was epic and we danced until sunrise. We returned to where I was staying for recovery because I had a pool. It wasn't until we sat in the jacuzzi that one of the other girls asked how we knew each other. I was not expecting such an honest answer and almost choked when she said that she had circumcised me. At that moment, all their heads turned to me with a look of inquiry. It was as though they had been programmed to move in complete and absolute unity. The first to talk asked why I got circumcised, as the others all seemed to agree that circumcised was best. I responded once everyone had chilled about how it was done for cosmetic reasons and because Dianne strongly preferred it. They all kept throwing questions at me, I was thankful that we were in the jacuzzi and the bubbles were hiding my immensely hard cock. Hearing all the girls asking questions and talking about experiences was so arousing. Somehow the conversation had turned to their previous partners' cock sizes, and I went silent and listened. After they had all laughed and joked about some of the funny stories, one of the girls asked the girl who circumcised me about my size. She said that from what she remembered, I was hung. It was approaching lunch, and I was getting over being in the Jacuzzi. We had been in there for hours, but I was desperately tired. I only had one minor problem, how was I going to get out of the jacuzzi in only my underwear while sporting a huge boner. I decided to chance it; I figured it could be an invitation.
As I stood up from the Jacuzzi, I saw the girl's eyes all jolt my way; I pretended to not notice and continued. I told them they could make themselves feel at home and that I was going to sleep. I had just removed my underwear in my ensuite when I heard the bedroom door open. It was the girl who had circumcised me, I was still semi-hard and she looked so hot. A few moments later she was up on the sink in the bathroom, my head between her legs with my tongue working her clit. Her hands pulled my head deeper towards her. She was moaning and thrusting her hips with my movement when she suddenly pushed my head away jolting my neck. She told me to fuck her; I told her no, she had to fuck me. She gave me the dirtiest look and said not to tempt her... She bounced off the sink thing and dragged me to the bed. She rode me cowgirl like Dianne would; she came so loud and hard it surprised me; I hadn't been fucked like that since Dianne, despite having several partners between. This girl was a complete animal; she dominated me in all ways, bringing herself to climax more times than I could count. When she eventually let me cum, it was as though she had just turned on a water main; there was so much cum. She was shocked; we cleaned up and fell asleep spooning; it felt good to have someone's company. We slept until 11pm; when I woke, she was lying on the bed looking at me sleep. She said something, I can't remember what it was but I remember thinking it was such a nice sweet thing to say. She kissed my forehead and said that it was in the top 3 sex of all time for her. I smiled and said that I was glad she liked it. She asked me how sex compares uncircumcised to circumcised, we just lay there talking about it for a few hours, the apprehension was incredible by the time she fucked my brains out again. It was a repeat of earlier; she was incredible, and her fitness level was next level. We again fell asleep; this time, I woke, and she was gone. She didn't leave a number. I didn't even have her full name.
After Florida, I spent so much time trying to find her online that I couldn't find the names of anyone who worked at the clinic on Linked In. It was so frustrating. I struggled to find a new partner and returned to Australia, Living and working in Noosa. I decided to do a week trip to Thailand for a full moon party to blow off some steam. I was now in my mid-30s single, and struggling. I booked accommodation in Koh Samui and took the boat for the party. It was epic, in the morning I was sitting on the beach watching the sun rise chatting with other party goers. Once the sun had risen I asked if anyone was heading back to Koh Samui, there were no other takers. I left as I walked over to where the boats left. Two Australian girls were waiting for a boat to arrive also wanting to head to Koh Samui. We sat and chatted, as though we had an instant connection. It was strange because I was juggling in my head how it was that I would connect to two different girls and how this would work if someone made a move. The sea was surprisingly rough heading back and the girls wanted to hold my hands as we rocked over the swell. I was scared, too, but I didn't want to show it. We eventually returned to the jetty on Koh Samui and all felt relieved. I thought the girls were trying to scam me when they said they were headed to the same hotel as me; it was as though this was meant to be. We all got in the back of a ute with some local Thai people for the quick trip back to our hotel. We said we would meet for dinner that night at the hotel and went separately to our rooms. Dinner was awesome, the conversation felt natural and it just flowed perfectly. The three of us seemed to have formed a friendship very easily. I was relieved when I found out that one of them had a boyfriend, which reduced my anxiety ten-fold with the uncertainty of someone possibly being hurt and feeling rejected.
The next few days, the three of us hung out constantly. The girl with a boyfriend was leaving the next morning, and we would both be leaving the following day. We went out dancing and had a fantastic night before helping her pack and getting her to the airport. In the taxi on the way back to the hotel from the Airport, I felt her hand hold mine, I looked across to her, and she smiled at me; I could see the look in her eyes that she wanted to fuck. We didn't say anything except for the thankyou's to the taxi and paying. She just asked if it was going to be her room or mine... I said wherever she would be most comfortable; I could see that she LOVED that response, so we went to her room. We started to make out, it was the most sensual and yet intense foreplay I had ever engaged it, it was almost spiritual. She was so tender, her skin so soft, the hours of foreplay without even removing our underwear was.. wow.
She gently pushed my head down to between her legs, slipping her underwear off at the same time; she was completely hair-free, silky smooth, and already so wet. She was so sweet and smelt so good. She climaxed in minutes, her hips bucking as it raged through her body. She then came across to me pretending to be a tiger or big cat, I was not sure it was pretty funny. She removed my underwear with her teeth making cat noises and keeping eye contact with me the entire time. Without losing eye contact, she started to lick up and down my shaft and then take my head into her mouth. It was so extremely sensitive and caressing. She then lost eye contact before looking up at me again and saying how hot my cock looked and tasted. After a few minutes of her using her tongue and mouth, she slowly moved up my stomach and then my chest, neck, and ears and started to kiss me passionately again. She was grinding me with her wet pussy before slowly working it in. It wasn't long before I was unloading my balls inside her; As my cock pulsed with each load it shot inside her, she moaned, telling me it felt good to have my warm cum being unloaded inside her; she hadn't felt something so hot in years. She said she was going to keep it inside her, we lay there talking on the bed for hours.
The next day, we had to pack up and head home; we exchanged numbers and said we would catch up again as soon as possible. Back in Australia we SMS'd constantly, it felt so good to have someone again. A few weeks after returning I got home from work to see her waiting with two suit cases to surprise me. It was so hot. We fell into an awesome life together so naturally, it was as though we were always meant to be.
Christmas was coming up, our six-month anniversary, and her sister was returning from backpacking around South America for a year. She asked if we could host her family for Christmas. I agreed, and we did all the preparations. On the 23rd we drove down to Brisbane to pick her sister up from the airport. When my girlfriend started to get excited at the arrivals gate, she must have seen her sister coming. She darted across the floor and my head almost exploded. She was running to the girl who had circumcised me in London, we had fucked like rabbits in Florida and now it was going to be REALLY awkward that I was dating her sister. As they came over to me I could see the expression on her face and look of shock. I had no idea how to explain this or even if I had to. As she was introduced the ice was broken with
You will not believe this, we have met before, I circumcised him when I lived in London.
My girlfriend was shocked and then said
Well it's an amazing job, its an amazing job
It was very awkward in the car between questions about her travels. After a long silence, my girlfriend asked why it was so awkward. I didn't know what to say, I waited, and then her sister responded, saying that it was just strange that I'd done surgery on your boyfriend's dick. She then asked how we met, we chatted about Thailand and it seemed like the ice was broken.
Back at my house after she had settled in, I was cornered and told that my girlfriend could never know about Florida and that I was lucky that it was a chance encounter meeting and not some strange stalky thing trying to get back from being left in Florida.
That night my girlfriend was playing with my dick and said that she didn't really understand much about what her sister did as a urologist, now she understands and has a new level of respect for what she does.
In 2017, when we were on our 5th wedding anniversary in Thailand, I couldn't hold the secret about her sister anymore. I started off on the speech building up to something when she interrupted me; she said, will this be about my sister? I felt really uncomfortable saying yes. She said she already knew that we had fucked; her sister had told her at her hen's night because she felt so guilty. She then started to tell me about what had happened in Florida from the bar, club, jacuzzi conversation, and then the fucking. I asked her why she didn't tell me earlier, and she said it was a naughty one-night stand, it wasn't love, and sure, it's weird, but it wasn't like we knew each other or knew of each other or did anything malicious. It was a crystalizing moment on why I had fallen in love with this woman.
