Sweet Dreams

My wife Lyndsey cannot take her drink – at all – and she does enjoy a drink. She always has, ever since we met ten years ago. She was only 17 then, and one of those girls who rebelled against everything. Her parents had been quite strict with her as a teenager, not allowing her to go out drinking until she was of age. Inevitably, the first opportunity she got on her 18th birthday she went out and got completely slaughtered.

We met at college when we were both 17 and Lyndsey was a lovely girl but because of her strict upbringing, she was quite shy and reserved, especially when it came to sex.

So when Lyndsey could start going out and drinking, she enjoyed the way that alcohol gave her a bit of confidence, in fact it took a few drinks before she finally had sex with me and repeatedly whenever we did have sex, she would always have a drink first to ‘loosen herself up.’

Unfortunately, she couldn’t hold her drink and although she really enjoyed it, she eventually realized that she really shouldn’t drink. Not because she would get in fights or do other stupid things, because she didn’t – she would just go extremely silly and giddy, then usually throw up and pass out. It would then end up with me or one of Lyndsey’s friends carrying her home and putting her to bed. Not how you want to end your nights out!

After two years we got married, and a year later we had our first child which brought us even closer, and if possible even more in love. Our second child brought even more joy to our lives, but it was around then that our sex life took a bit of a knock. Lyndsey had only ever slept with me, as her parents had been so strict with her as a teenager. I had taken her virginity at 17 when we met, and when I asked her if her lack of sexual experiences bothered her she always said that she had never wanted to sleep around even when she was a teenager. She was perfectly happy with me – if she wasn’t then she wouldn’t have got married!

The proof of her devotion came one night when she went on a very rare night out with some of her female friends. She had been careful not to drink too much, but unfortunately a friend of hers bought a couple of cokes and put vodka in them, not knowing how easily she got drunk. As the night wore on, Lyndsey got chatted up by a group of young lads who saw how drunk she was, and sensed an opportunity to pull her. As the alcohol took its toll on her, she somehow got split up from her friends and ended up back at the house of one of the boys.

The lad who had taken her home and his friend both tried it on with her, and if Lyndsey had wanted to sleep with anyone, she could have. She kissed them both, and one lad had a bit of a grope – feeling her breasts and managing to get a hand down her knickers at one point – but Lyndsey resisted and somehow managed to organize herself a taxi and get home. She was in a terrible state, drunk and confused but also quite horny when she got home and she confessed all to me. She was ashamed at how far she had let the lads go, but I told her not to worry about it, just before she started to throw up and I put her to bed.

We discussed what had happened the following day, and Lyndsey apologized but I told her it really didn’t matter. She hadn’t actually done anything, and even if she had done something I would have forgiven her. Lyndsey looked at me incredulously, and I explained that I loved her so of course I would forgive her. She still seemed unconvinced so I added that I sometimes felt bad about her only ever sleeping with me. I had been with several girls before Lyndsey, but to date I was still her only partner.

Lyndsey insisted as she had done before that she didn’t want anyone else, and I believed her. If she had wanted to do something, she would have done it the night before. How would I have ever known? She asked me if I was mad at her for letting them touch her up and I told her not to be so silly. Lyndsey finally seemed happier and we let it go after that, but the entire incident had brought something to my attention. Something not about Lyndsey, but about me.

I had realized that I wanted her to sleep with someone. The very thought of it made me hard, and as we had talked I got a huge erection. I started to think about it all the time, especially while me made love. Visions of Lyndsey with other men scorched my brain, and would fire me up like nothing else I had ever dreamed of. I tried to raise the subject with my wife whenever I could, but she would always dismiss any suggestions I might make.

I tried to gently tease her into maybe doing something, including taking her to the nude beach when we went on holiday, and we watched some porn with several guys who had huge cocks, but I began to realize that the idea just didn’t do anything for Lyndsey. I never actually came out with the fact that I wanted to see her with another man, but I hinted as strongly as I could and probed her as much as I dared, but finally concluded that she simply wasn’t wired up the same way as me. She was happy with everything the way it was. Truth be told, I was happy too. But dirty thoughts of my gorgeous wife with another man just wouldn’t go away.

I finally decided to tell her, one night when we were making love. Lyndsey must have been able to tell that my mind was elsewhere and she asked me what I was thinking of. She thought I was thinking of someone else and got quite upset, so I decided to tell her the truth. When I told her that I was imagining her with another man, she took it quite well. At first she was quiet, but then she said that if that was what turned me on, then that was fine. However, I had to realize that while it was fine as a fantasy, that was all it would ever be. I nodded my understanding, pretending that it was fine even while my heart sank.

On our next holiday, in Cyprus I managed to talk Lyndsey into going topless on the beach. Seeing her laid in full view of everybody on the beach, with her perfectly-formed 34B breasts exposed drove me wild, but that was as close as I ever got to realizing any of my fantasies. Even so, I was happy because she accepted my fantasies and would sometimes encourage me to think of them because she liked the way I would always make love to her with such visions burning in my mind’s eye.

I accepted that I would never get to see Lyndsey with anyone else and really never expected it to happen, however her Achilles’ heel – alcohol – had a big part to play in what happened next. My fantasies and Lyndsey’s acceptance of them had rekindled our love life, but a few months after it began to return to the old routine of before. I confided in my parents that our marriage was losing some it’s sparkle, and they offered to have the kids overnight occasionally, now that they were growing a little older. That way we could have dinner parties, or even weekends together. I went home and suggested the idea to Lyndsey and she agreed that we should take them up on the offer.

Money was tight, so weekends away were difficult but we decided to throw a dinner party for some friends of ours, which went very well. Next we had a barbecue and again it was a great success. It soon became a regular thing, and we always enjoyed ourselves, despite Lyndsey having to be careful not to drink too much. Most of our friends were couples, which was great for both of us as we always had some same-sex company, but one night after a barbecue all the girls went home early, leaving just Lyndsey and I with two of my buddies, Jason and Leighton.

Jason was a quiet guy, a bit of a geek really, but I had known him since college and liked him a lot. He had never married, despite having a couple of girlfriends. He was single again right then, and had been for six months but we always invited him because both Lyndsey and I felt sorry for him.

Leighton was the opposite. He was tall and dark and a real lady-killer. I knew Lyndsey fancied him, and vice-versa but although they would often flirt there was no chance of anything ever happening. Not that Leighton wouldn’t like to, he would often comment on how sexy Lyndsey was and how lucky I was to have her, but he would never to anything against me. We had been work-mates years ago and had stayed close friends since. Plus, although Lyndsey admitted to me that she thought he was very sexy, she told me to forget any of my fantasies coming true with Leighton. He was married to a lovely girl called Imogen and there was no chance she would do anything against her friend, even if she was ‘that type of girl!’ which I knew she wasn’t.

This one night however, Lyndsey found herself with the three of us, and as usual Leighton was flirting lightly with her, much to the amusement of Jason and I. She kept topping her vodka and coke up and after a while I noticed that she was drinking a little too much, so I stopped her in the kitchen to point it out. She told me that she felt a little bit uncomfortable with there being no other girls there, so I let her have a couple of drinks more. That was a bit of a mistake. Or not, depending on how you look at it.

Leighton saw that Lyndsey was getting drunk when she next came into the front room where we were sat drinking. She staggered slightly as she sat opposite us and tried to join in our conversation, but Leighton began to tease and flirt with her, commenting on how sexy she looked in the tight t-shirt was wearing. I noticed that her nipples were erect and poking through her bra and shirt, right as Lyndsey also noticed and she covered her modest breasts with her hands, blushing furiously. We all laughed as she dashed upstairs and came back down with yet another drink. She had changed into a baggy pajama top, although she still had her jeans on.

I should describe her at this point I suppose. Lyndsey is of average height, about 5’5″ but she is very slender and petite and has a lovely figure to say that she has had two kids. Leighton asked if she still had her bra underneath the pajama top and Lyndsey nodded, reminding him that he had a wife at home! Leighton reminded her that his wife didn’t have any breasts (she was very flat-chested, barely an A-cup) so Lyndsey’s modest B-cups were quite something to him!

The flirting continued for a while, when Lyndsey’s eyes suddenly glazed over and she said she didn’t feel very well. I told her off for drinking too much, and she said she had better go to bed. A short while later we could all hear her being sick, and I went upstairs to check on her. She had thrown up (luckily in the toilet) before falling asleep on the bathroom floor, so I picked her up and put her into bed. Before pulling the covers off her, I took her jeans off, tucking her into bed in her pajama top and underwear.

I left the bedroom door open, so I would be able to hear her from downstairs if she called out for me, and returned to the lads downstairs. We were busy playing on my games console, but besides the toilet flushing there wasn’t any further noise from upstairs. Jason went up to use the loo, so I asked him to check in on Lyndsey and see if she was back in bed and okay. He walked upstairs and Leighton and I carried on playing the game.

After a few minutes, Jason hadn’t returned and Leighton and I joked that he must be taking a crap, but when he still didn’t come back a good five minutes later, I thought he might be having a problem with Lyndsey so I went upstairs to see if everything was okay. I found Jason standing in the bedroom doorway, and he spun around as he heard me approach.

“Is she all right?” I asked him as I stood with him in the doorway.

“Y-Yes…” he said, and I saw why he was stammering. Lyndsey had got back into bed, but hadn’t covered herself up properly. She was laid on her back, and had her legs open slightly. The pajama top was short anyway, but it had gathered up around her waist, so her black panties were on full show in the dim landing light coming through the open bedroom door.

“Having a good look were you?” I asked him in a mock-tone and Jason started to defend himself saying that he was just checking in on her as I had asked, but I playfully thumped him on the shoulder and told him it was fine. Especially as he hadn’t seen any pussy for a while. He sighed in relief, but still looked anxious, so I told him I would give him a treat if he kept it to himself.

I walked over to Lyndsey and shook her gently. As I expected she didn’t rouse at all, so I shook her harder and said her name. She groaned at me to leave her alone, only half-conscious and not opening her eyes at all. She closed her legs but rolled on to her side, facing us. I shook her again, but she was in the usual drunken stupor that she always fell into with alcohol, so I beckoned Jason to come a little closer.

“Are you sure?” he whispered. “What if she wakes up and sees me?”

“That won’t happen mate,” I told him, “When she’s like this, she’s out for the count.”

“She’s gorgeous – you’re so lucky,” Jason sighed as he stood next to me, just a foot or so from the sleeping Lyndsey.

“Thanks,” I said as I undid a button on her pajama top. She had her bra on underneath, and I decided to show Jason a little cleavage as a treat. “I’m about to make your night!” He watched silently as I undid the other buttons and gently lifted the pajama top open, then I stopped, shocked as her bare breasts came into view.

She had said she was wearing her bra, but she wasn’t! Either she was lying earlier, or she had taken it off because both her breasts were now in full view of Jason and I froze in surprise. I heard Jason gasp at the side of me as he beheld my wife topless for the first time. “I thought she had her bra on,” I said to him and he chuckled.

“I’m glad she didn’t though,” he said quietly. “Fucking hell!”

I felt myself growing hard as we stood there for a minute or so, staring at Lyndsey’s naked tits, then I let the top fall back down, covering one breast. I didn’t button it back up; afraid of waking her though I knew that wouldn’t happen.

“We better go,” Jason said. “Leighton will be wondering where we are.”

I agreed and we went back downstairs, where Leighton immediately asked us where we had been. Jason looked at me, but I decided not to tell him just yet. We could have a bit of fun, so I winked at Jason and made some excuse up of having a chat in the kitchen and we carried on with the computer game, while Jason went and got us fresh drinks from the fridge. I had left the bedroom door open, and Lyndsey was still partly exposed, so when Leighton went upstairs I asked him to check in on her for me as Jason had done.

Jason came back in and I told him what was happening. He laughed and suggested we wait and see how long Leighton spent upstairs. After five minutes, he still wasn’t back so we crept upstairs to see if he was staring just as Jason had done. We got onto the landing, but there was no sign of him. At first I thought he was still in the toilet, but the door was open and the light was off, so I knew exactly where he was.

I pushed the bedroom door open and there he was standing right in front of Lyndsey where we had stood earlier. He looked alarmed at being caught, until Jason laughed and I put a finger to my lips.

“Sorry mate,” Leighton apologized as we joined him. “I looked in on her and saw her like this. I couldn’t resist having a closer look.”

“It’s okay,” I reassured him and I bent down and lifted her top fully open to reveal both breasts again. Leighton’s eyes went wide and he questioned me as Jason had done, but again I told him that when Lyndsey was drunk she was always like this. She would be out for hours, I said.

Lyndsey almost proved me wrong just then, and we all jumped as she groaned and shifted, but she only rolled over on to her back, her legs flopping open again in the comical fashion they had been when Jason first saw her.

“God, I wish she didn’t have those knickers on,” Leighton breathed at me, and I chuckled.

“I wish I’d thought to take them off,” I admitted and both Jason and Leighton laughed in return.

“Does she shave?” Jason asked out-of-the-blue and Leighton thumped his shoulder, a bit harder than I had done.

“You can tell he hasn’t had any pussy in a while,” he said apologizing for his friend but I told him to leave Jason alone.

“No,” I said, “but she keeps it trimmed.” I wondered if I should show them. My hard-on felt like it was going to burst out of my trousers, so I decided to have a bit more fun.

“I prefer them shaved,” said Leighton but I told him that I thought he would like Lyndsey’s because it was quite neat and tidy.

“Let’s have a look then,” he dared me so I moved to the foot of the bed, and oh-so-gently eased my fingers into the waistband of her black panties, then pulled them down a little. Lyndsey didn’t move, so I eased them down further until her mound was in view, with her curly black-hairs visible to the guys. She kept it trimmed into a neat triangle, because the hair was too course to shave, giving her a rash whenever she had tried it for me.

I couldn’t get them any further down because her legs had flopped open, so I asked Leighton to push her legs in. He grimaced nervously as he gingerly pulled her knees together, so I could ease her knickers right down, until finally I got them down to her ankles and then all the way off.

I stepped back, and Leighton and Jason both moved closer to have a better look. Leighton even bent down to look really closely, and then we all jumped again as Lyndsey suddenly stretched, only to settle with her legs opened again. Now the view was amazing. Lyndsey was laid on her back, with her top butterflied open, displaying her pert, little breasts with their pink nipples and her legs were opened quite wide, displaying not only her triangle of dark curls, but her lovely pink labia too.

“Fuck me!” Jason breathed, and Leighton exclaimed something similar under his breath.

“You lucky bastard,” Jason went on to say and Leighton put an arm around his shoulders and teased him about this being the closest he had come to pussy for months.

“Nice body! She looks tight,” Leighton said to me quietly as we all stood there drinking in my wife’s nakedness. I laughed and said that she was.

“Not bad for two kids, eh?” I bragged and they both nodded. “I suppose we should go back down now?”

Jason and Leighton both groaned, but we returned to the front room. It was time for yet more drinks, because we were too distracted now to carry on playing on the X-box. We ended up discussing women, and the subject turned inevitably to sex. Leighton asked me if Lyndsey was as good a lay as what she looked, and I told him she was great – despite never having any other guys bar me.

Jason already knew this, but Leighton looked at me amazed. “Really? So she was virgin when you… Wow man, you really are a lucky fucker!”

We all laughed, and turned to discussing some of Leighton’s exes and his current wife who he stressed was the greatest fuck of his life. Jason divulged some dirt on his loves and shortly afterwards Leighton disappeared to visit the toilet again. The beer was taking it’s toll on me now, so I really didn’t realize how long he was gone until Jason suddenly brought it up.

“He has been gone awhile, hasn’t he,” I said. “I wonder if he’s having a gawp at Lyndsey again. I better go see.”

I trundled off upstairs again, leaving Jason where he was slumped tiredly on the sofa in the living room. We had all downed some serious amounts of beer by now and the drink was having an effect on him as well as me. Again, the bathroom was empty when I reached the landing so I walked into the bedroom to find Leighton sat on the edge of the bed where Lyndsey was still laid out naked. What I didn’t expect to see was him touching her. His hand was cupping was one of her breasts and as I was watching him from the doorway he gently squeezed it, and then ran a finger over a nipple, which stiffened in response. Lyndsey didn’t move a muscle though; she was well out of it.

Leighton reached over with his other hand, feeling both of her breasts now and I watched as one of the fantasies I had harbored for some long came true before my eyes. My gorgeous, innocent wife was being fondled by another man. My cock was rock-hard but I resisted the urge to stroke myself as I watched. After a few minutes of squeezing and caressing her tits, Leighton slid a hand down over her belly and onto her hip. After a pause he ran it carefully and slowly over her lower belly, towards her pussy.

I had a decision to make. Should I stop this before it went too far? How far was too far? He had already felt her breasts. If he felt her pussy was that any different? I was torn, watching as he reached her mound and stroked his fingers through the dark hair covering it. Still Lyndsey didn’t move. I took a half-step towards him then stopped again, indecision racking through me. I knew this was wrong, but on the other hand I really wanted to see something happen.

While I was hesitating Leighton moved both hands down and gently prised her thighs further apart, leaning over to have a good look between her legs. Then his hand moved downwards again, stroking over her lips. I couldn’t really see what he was doing after that because he leaned further forward, covering my view with his back, so I finally decided to step into the room.

He must have seen the shadow I cast from the landing or heard my approach because he turned and looked straight at me, a surprised look on his face.

“I’m sorry man,” he apologized. “I couldn’t resist – she’s so amazing.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I sat down on the opposite side of the bed to Lyndsey. Part of me was angry with the cock-sure, arrogant Leighton for taking advantage of my wife like this, but another part of me was so aroused, and in the back of my mind was the full knowledge that I would probably never get another chance for this – to see my wife being touched up by another man. “Help yourself,” I told him.

Leighton hadn’t moved his hand from between Lyndsey’s legs all this time, and he looked at me for a moment in the dim light before starting to stroke her pubic hair again. Then he trailed his fingers down her pink lips and back up, rubbing a thumb over her slightly swelling clitoris. Still she didn’t move, and Leighton commented on how ‘out of it’ she was. I could only nod in agreement, because I was just dumbly watching what Leighton’s hand was doing on my wife’s groin.

I saw Leighton glance at me, but I kept my eyes on his hand. He must have taken that as an okay to continue, because he started to press his fingers against her lips, until his finger slipped inside her. I watched mesmerized as he stroked his finger in and out of her a few times, before he added a second and began to work them in and out. I could see her wetness glistening on his fingers and he turned to me and chuckled. “She’s so wet! She’s getting turned on, although she doesn’t know it.”

Lyndsey groaned softly then, and Leighton withdrew his hand like he had been burned or something. She didn’t open her eyes or anything, and I reassured Leighton that she was probably having dirty dreams or something. There was no way she would wake up, I had seen like this enough times to know that once she was out like this she would be comatose for hours.

“Are you sure?” Leighton asked and when I nodded, he started to play with her pussy again, somewhat gingerly at first in case she woke up, but Lyndsey was silent again now, so he resumed fingering her as he had been doing before. “You should go get Jason, he would love this.”

I didn’t want to shout down to him, in case it did rouse Lyndsey slightly, so I left Leighton to what he was doing and went downstairs to fetch my other, sex-starved buddy. When I got downstairs the X-box game we were on was playing to itself, and Jason had nodded off on the settee where I had left him. I was going to wake Jason up straightaway but I held back. Leighton was on his own now upstairs with Lyndsey and the thought of what he might do to her made me shiver with excitement. I wanted to give him a little while alone with her, so I visited the toilet, and grabbed myself a drink to waste as much time as possible before waking Jason.

A good ten or fifteen minutes had passed with no call from upstairs, so I decided to wake Jason and see what was going on up there. I shook my dozing friend’s shoulder and he jumped and looked at me with the confused just-woken-up look.

“Hey, you’ve got to come and see this!” I told him and he rubbed his eyes and asked me what was up. “Lyndsey’s what’s up. Come and see.” As we walked upstairs I had no idea what I would find Leighton doing to my wife. Jason asked me what was going on, and I told him to wait and see, but he would love it. We walked into the bedroom, and Jason exclaimed under his breath at what he saw.

Leighton had pulled Lyndsey’s legs right apart and had his mobile phone out taking pictures of her spread-eagled naked on the bed. The phone had a light on it, which lit her up beautifully, exposing her small but perfect breasts and the dark triangle of hair in its pale glow.

“Don’t worry,” Leighton said as we both came closer. “I won’t show them anyone.”

“Whoa!” Jason said. “She’s really wet.” She was, her pubes were wet and sticky and I noticed that Leighton had a silly grin on his face, so I guessed what had happened before he even said anything.

“She tastes as good as she looks. I had a little lick while you were downstairs. What were you doing down there for so long anyway?” Leighton asked, and I told him that I had just been to the toilet and got a fresh beer. “I hope you don’t mind?” he said and he put the phone down on the bed, and leaned in between her legs.

“What?” said Jason, looking at me in alarm. “Are you okay with this?”

“He’s already fingered her too,” I explained. “She’ll be out for hours, so she’ll never know. Don’t worry about it.”

Leighton started to lick her clit, and Lyndsey moved slightly on the bed, another moan escaping her lips. “She’s waking up,” hissed Jason and Leighton looked up from where he was laid, Lyndsey’s juices wet around his lips.

“Don’t worry. She’s out for the count mate,” Leighton said softly. “She’s just dreaming because of what I’m doing. I wonder if she could cum while she’s like this?” He returned to lapping at her pussy and Jason laughed to himself in disbelief.

“This is cool,” he said to me. “You’re so lucky getting to bang this every night.” I wished I did bang Lyndsey every night. Those days were long gone, but I didn’t tell them that.

“Feel her tits Jase,” said Leighton from where he was, head between my unconscious wife’s thighs. “They’re so firm, it’s unbelievable.”

Jason looked at me and I told him to ‘be my guest’ so he sat on the near side of the bed and cupped a breast in each hand. I swear I saw his hands tremble as he did so, and a shiver through him as he said the words ‘fuck me’ under his breath. He kneaded and squeezed them gently, and then after watching Leighton lick her out for a minute, he bent his head and took one of her already erect nipples into his mouth.

My boxer shorts were at bursting point, my cock was that hard. I was aching to get it out, so when Leighton paused from what he was doing for a moment to unbuckle his jeans, I was relieved. He pulled his trousers and shorts down to his knees, and I saw that he too was erect. I had seen Leighton’s cock before and it was a similar size to mine – about 6″ and pretty average really.

“Sorry man,” he said. “But I’m going to have a wank or something or I’ll cum in my pants.” He took his cock in his hand as he lay back on the bed, on his side now so he could stroke himself as he continued to lick Lyndsey’s cunt. I took my trousers and shorts down, then right off so I wouldn’t trip over them. Now that Leighton had got his cock out, I didn’t feel so embarrassed about doing the same. I stood and watched my two best friends enjoying Lyndsey’s body, gently wanking myself off like Leighton was.

Jason looked up at me, and his eyes opened wide when he saw me with my cock out. He looked at Leighton who was playing with himself too, and then back at me. “Are you going to fuck her?” he asked me with shock in his voice.

I hadn’t even thought about that, but it was a good idea. It was a damn site better than jerking myself to orgasm, I just didn’t know if I could screw her with my two friends there. Plus, while Lyndsey would never know that we had sucked her tits and licked her pussy when she woke up, she might know that she had been screwed if we fucked her. Surely she would notice cum leaking out of her when she came around. What about if we didn’t cum in her though?

There was no way she would wake up, I knew that. I made my mind up and told Leighton, who was now looking at me in interest, to move aside. He shifted to the other side of the bed from Jason so that Lyndsey was laid out between my two pals. He sat there playing with himself slowly still, while Jason started to remove his own trousers too. I climbed on the bed and sank my aching cock into my wife’s familiar pussy. She was absolutely soaking wet, probably partly from arousal and partly from Leighton’s spit.

“Go on, fuck her,” Leighton urged as I started to pump in and out of her. I wasn’t far from orgasm before I had even got on the bed so I knew I wouldn’t last long, but literally within a minute I could feel myself rising to the occasion and I had to stop and pull out for minute.

“Don’t cum in her mate,” warned Leighton. “She’s sure to know we’ve done something then.” I told him I had already thought of that as I shoved myself back into her. I lifted her thighs up and screwed her slowly, drawing myself all the way out and shoving it all the way in, right up to the hilt, getting every bit of pleasure I could before I came. When I did feel myself about to spurt, I pulled out and caught myself, my warm seed spilling into my palm. As I moved off the bed to the quiet applause from my two friends, I noticed that a little cum had landed on her thigh, which I wiped off and then I looked down at my pretty little wife. She was laid out, utterly starkers and completely unaware that she was being molested by my two friends, and had just been shagged by her husband.

I made my apologies and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, but as I did Leighton stopped me. “What now?” he asked and I shrugged. I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted me to say that he could fuck her too. Leighton was a horny bastard at the best of times. I didn’t want to actually say that he could screw her, but if he did I wouldn’t stop him.

I just waved my hand at Lyndsey, non-committally and I went to the bathroom. Let him make of the gesture as he would. My heart was pounding as I cleaned myself up, and not just from the orgasm. Again, I left it a good few minutes before I returned and the whole time my mind was racing with what might be going on in the other room. I knew Jason wouldn’t do anything without my absolute say-so but Leighton was a different kettle of fish. It had only been ten minutes since I had cum, but already was cock was starting to stiffen with anticipation of what he might be doing to her.

It was with some trepidation and excitement that I re-entered the bedroom, still naked from the waist down and at first glance I thought Leighton was fucking her. He had slid her down the bed, until her legs were hanging off the foot of the bed, with just her buttocks and back on the bed itself. They had also shifted her sideways, so that one arm was hanging from the edge too. And she still hadn’t woken up. Her head was tilted sideways towards me, and she had a dreamy, serene look on her face, completely unaware of what was happening to her.

Leighton was standing between her splayed thighs. He wasn’t fucking her, but he was rubbing the tip of rock-hard penis up and down against her swollen labia. When he hit her clitoris, Lyndsey gave a little moan, causing Jason to jump nervously and Leighton to chuckle. Jason was standing by her head, pulling himself off. Jason’s cock wasn’t massive but it looked slightly bigger than mine and Leighton’s. I could tell what Jason was imagining, as he pointed his cock right in her face, the end almost touching her lips several times as he swayed slightly.

Leighton looked at me as I stood next to him. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he was waiting for me to give him the go-ahead to screw my wife. I wasn’t going to though. I wasn’t going to tell him to do it, but if he asked me I would let him or if he just did it, I wouldn’t stop him. I looked at the end of his cock, coated now in her pussy juices and I didn’t object to what he was doing. He picked up on this, and I watched as he continued to rub his dick against her.

“So fucking sexy,” Leighton murmured to me and I noticed him pushing his erection harder against her. As he drew it down, the end slipped out of sight into her folds for a moment, then he pulled it out and rubbed it up over her clit again. He repeated the movement, his purple end barely slipping into her and then he moved his hand away, so that both hands were on Lyndsey’s hips and his cock was standing horizontal, the end just inside her. If he had pushed forward just slightly, he would have been fucking her and I could sense that he had to hold back.

Again, I saw him turn and look at me, but I feigned total indifference to what he was doing. I was trying to give him the impression that it was fine to screw her without actually saying anything. I pretended that nothing was wrong; making it obvious that I had seen Leighton’s cock nestled in her folds, but at the same time saying absolutely nothing about it. I looked at Jason, who was looking down at his erection where it was poised right in front of her peaceful face.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” I said to him, and Jason looked at me as though surprised as though he had forgotten Leighton and I were there.

“Is Leighton screwing her?” Jason asked, leaning over to look across between her legs.

“Just about,” I replied, swiftly returning the subject of conversation back to him. “I bet you want to cum on her face, don’t you?” Leighton laughed as I said that, and Jason laughed along, replying that he might do if he wasn’t careful. By now Jason was more confident, having watched me do Lyndsey, and now he could see that Leighton was almost helping himself to her.

I started to stroke my slowly re-hardening member, and stood alongside Jason. He moved aside to let me near to her face, and I rubbed my cock against her lips. Still, Lyndsey didn’t wake up as I knew she wouldn’t. I reached down and opened her mouth a little. She resisted slightly in her sleep but I managed to get the tip of my cock in her mouth, and I continued to rub it against the inside of her lips. I didn’t want to stick it in too far, and gag her so I moved aside and let Jason back into her face, who rubbed his cock against her lips the way I had.

“Stick it in her mouth, Jase,” said Leighton as I walked back to see what he was up to between her legs. “It’s okay, isn’t it?” he asked me and I said that they could do whatever they wanted. Jason shoved his cock into her mouth, opening her mouth the way I had done. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he moved the end of his cock in and out of her mouth, and Leighton leaned forward to have a look. “Top man!” he congratulated Jason, but I noticed that as he leaned forward, his cock slid deeper into Lyndsey. His dick was wet and slick, all the way up to his pubes, so he must have shoved it into her before that when I wasn’t looking.

Again, I said nothing in objection. Leighton was standing straight again, but his dick was still halfway inside her and when he looked at me looking down, I spoke to him as though it was perfectly normal for him to be doing what he was doing. “What do you reckon?” I asked him casually. “Not bad to say she’s had two kids, eh?”

“Top quality, mate,” Leighton agreed. Then he shoved himself deeper inside her, all the way in, still holding onto her hips. He pulled out, and then shoved himself in again. “Very nice,” he commented. I couldn’t believe it. My fantasy was coming true before my very eyes. Lyndsey was being fucked by another man, and I was getting to watch.

“I have to admit,” Leighton said to me, as he continued to stroke himself in and out of her, “I’ve always wanted to screw your Lyndsey.”

“Be my guest, mate,” I finally told him to do it and Leighton turned his attention back on to what he was doing, ignoring me as he started to fuck her steadily. Jason stopped what he was doing, just wanking himself like I was doing as we both watched Leighton screw Lyndsey. He started to pump a little harder, and when Lyndsey still didn’t wake, only moaning gently, he became a little braver and thrust into her with some zest, finally pulling out and spraying his cum all over her lower belly and pubes.

“Sorry,” Leighton stepped back, and looked at me. “I couldn’t help myself. I…”

I held a hand up and stopped his apology. “It’s fine. I would have done the same with your lass.” I pointed towards his cum which was dribbling down off her pussy. “I’m not cleaning that up for you, though.”

Jason laughed as he re-entered the bedroom. I hadn’t even seen him leave, but he had a tissue in his hand. “I’m not bothered,” he declared, and stepping between Lyndsey’s legs himself, he mopped up Leighton’s spunk.

“Are you going to have a go?” Leighton asked Jason, and my jaw dropped when Jason looked at me with raised eyebrows for approval. It was very unlike the Jason I knew to be so forward, so who was I to deprive him of a bit of fun? Besides, the deed had been done now. There was no going back.

“Far be it from me to stop you,” I said. “It’d hardly be fair for Leighton to have a go and then not let you, would it?”

Jason tossed the sticky, crumpled tissue at Leighton and asked me to help him turn her over. While Leighton went to clean himself up and dispose of the tissue, we lifted her gently and rolled her on to her front, so that she was bent over the bed. Then Jason entered her from behind, and fucked her surprisingly roughly. Lyndsey moaned and groaned in her sleep a few times as he shagged her and I wanked myself furiously at the sight.

“I’m going to cum,” Jason announced after he had pounded her hard for a while. I thought about telling him to pull out, but decided I wanted to see him cum inside her. Seeing Leighton’s cum all over her pubes was good, but I wanted to see another man’s spunk dribble from her pussy lips.

“Cum inside her if you want,” I said. “I’ll tell her that it was me. She won’t know the difference, will she?”

“Are you sure?” Jason asked me and when I nodded he pushed inside her hard and deep and let out a low groan of his own as he emptied his seed into my wife’s well-fucked cunt.

“Good man,” Leighton said to Jason as he entered the room, and I told him that I was going to tell Lyndsey that it was mine if she queried anything tomorrow. She wouldn’t be able to remember much, so I would say that we had made love before she passed out.

Jason finally withdrew, and I moved behind him to watch his man-juices run from between her pussy lips. It oozed out, running down her thigh and the sight of it made me cum too. I pointed my cock at her pussy and my spunk streamed out, splashing against her arse and running down her crack to join Jason’s, trickling down her leg.

Afterwards, the three of us worked together to clean Lyndsey up, and we put her in bed, still naked, but covered with the sheets. We dressed and shared one last drink together, vowing to keep what we had done a secret.

“Did you enjoy it?” Leighton asked me suddenly, out of the blue and I nodded. There was no point in denying it. We all knew what we had done was wrong, but it had just gone too far, too fast.

“I don’t regret it though,” said Jason. “I’ve always fancied her. Thanks!” he said to me and I thanked them back for a good night, although it felt strange to do so.

“We should do it again, maybe?” said Leighton and I couldn’t help but agree. The sight of Lyndsey being screwed was still playing over and over in my mind, and despite having cum twice already, the thoughts were still making me aroused.

“Maybe,” I said to them both as they prepared to leave. “We’ll see. I’d rather she was awake and fucking you, but she’s too prudish to ever let that happen.”

Leighton showed me a picture on his phone, of a naked Lyndsey with her legs spread and her dark bush in full view. “Don’t worry about these either. Personal wanking material only, I promise.”

“You can send them to me,” Jason said and I repeated it. “In fact,” I added. “Next time, we should video it or something.” The two guys agreed and left, leaving me alone with another growing hard-on, but also a growing sense of guilt at what I had let happen.

Tomorrow would be an interesting day; in fact the future looked very interesting full stop. Would I let it happen again? I didn’t know, and I also didn’t know what the aftermath of all this would be. But I was about to find out.

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