The Lawnmower Woman

My fella is forever ogling other women and it's driving me mad. As a couple we're really well suited and we get on in the sack like rabbits on Viagra. He's forever slipping me one and takes every opportunity he gets to ram his six-incher into me.

He says he loves me and only has eyes for me but whenever we're out he insists on wearing dark glasses so I can't see who he's leering at. It's beginning to affect our relationship as I never look at other blokes when we're out and I expect the, same from him.

Maybe I need to get real here. All men look at other women and will even fancy them at some stage or another. It doesn't mean my man will stray, though. Perhaps I’m a little insecure and that never helps. I may get him to give me a good fucking.

Maybe even a fuck in the arse. A bit like he is going to fuck some sense into me.

I use to be a lawn mower repair woman and I got around to quite a few big, posh houses.
As you can imagine, some of my clients were rich women who don't get a decent porking from their get-ahead business-type husbands.

I find most of these men are more interested in their business than they are their wives.
And that's where I come in. I try to give more than just a blade sharpening and I have about four clients on the go at any one time.

Lately though, this old bird has been telling me she's going to leave her husband and she wants to shack up with me and have a lesbian relationship. I did like lesbian action back then but I don’t want to shack up with another woman.