Wife sharing stories

Neighbors Son & My Drunk Wife Maria
byyoungdaringcpl©

With the events from the previous weekend still in our minds we decided to

just take it easy this weekend and hangout in our yard by the pool,

barbequing and chilling over a few drinks. It was to be just me and her

trying to come up with a new plan for her to exercise more cock!

Bye the way, if you don’t know what I’m talking about maybe you should

read our first story ‘Football and my Drunk Wife Maria’, and maybe take a

peek at our bio as well, there’s a great picture of Maria there so you’ll know

what the guys have been enjoying!

Anyway back to us being in our yard chilling. It was a beautiful day, the

temperature outside was in the high nineties with no clouds and no

humidity. Maria was wearing a string bikini with a tiny top that was straining

to contain her big tits and almost revealing her nipples. The bottom was

just a g-string. I kept telling her to just go topless to avoid tan lines but she

wouldn’t because she was afraid that the neighbours wives would start

talking about her. Strangely, she didn’t seem at all bothered about the

husbands getting an eyeful!

After a while, Maria told me she was getting a bit hungry so I walked over

to the BBQ to fire it up. As I was doing this I heard my neighbors son

saying ‘Hello’ over the fence. I looked over the fence to say ‘Hi’ and found

him and his friend also having a BBQ and a few cold beers. I told them it

was a perfect day for cold ones and a BBQ and they both agreed. They

asked me if I wanted to shoot some hoops with them but I declined

because it was way to hot for that! I told them if they wanted to use our

pool to cool off after playing they were more then welcome. With thanks

they said that they might have to take me up on my offer. I looked over

towards Maria and she gave me a weird look, which I returned with a big

smile and a wink. In the past I have seen the neighbors son peeping through

his window or from behind the fence sneaking peeks at Maria when she’s

tanning in the yard. I think he was stroking when I saw him at his window

watching her, but I’m not sure. I put a couple steaks on for us, we ate them

in the yard and continued to drink ice cold Coronas (I even had the limes in

the bottle!).

As we were eating I asked her if she felt like doing some teasing and

playing with them if they came to use the pool.

“Absolutely!” she said with a big grin,”I’m getting wet just thinking about

it!”

***

The neighbors son is called Jack, I would guess he’s in his late teens. He

has a good build being a jock that plays a lot of sports. Maria thinks that

he’s very cute. I started to tell her about the times that I saw him peeking at

her, but she just laughed and said there’s been way more than two times,

she said there were at least twenty times when I was at work that she knew

he was watching her! She surprised me by telling me about one time that

she knew he was watching her while she was tanning her back with her top

undone so that he could see the side bulge of her big tits (he thought she

was sleeping but she had her sunglasses on and was staring right back at

him!). She said that she pretended to wake up by stretching her arms out

and turned over without fastening her top and sat on the lounger topless,

rubbing lotion all over her tits. She continued slowly and erotically until she

heard his mother calling him inside to eat lunch.

She lay there knowing that nobody could see her unless they were upstairs

looking out. Eventually, she saw Jack appear at the window. She continued

rubbing the lotion on her tits and nipples hoping that he was jerking himself

off looking at her. She’s pretty sure that he was! After a few minutes she

got up still topless and walked into the house to cool off before any other

neighbors spotted her. She told me that she got herself off in the shower

thinking about him jerking off to her!

‘Are they gonna come use our pool Hon?’ she asked.

‘Well, I’ve invited them and they seemed keen!’

‘Great, do you think I should go put the even smaller bikini on?’

It’s of those Brazilian bikinis that are like dental floss, its a light yellow

color that becomes transparent when wet.

‘Yeah, go put it on!’

She ran in the house and when she came out a few minutes later she looked

amazing. She was carrying a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses.

Placing them on the table, she said, ‘O.K. Hon, lets party!’

We did a shot each and decided to go in the pool because it was getting

even hotter out and we needed to cool off. The water was very cold so

when she dived in not only did her top fall off her tits, her nipples became

rock hard. She let out such a loud scream from the shock of the cold water

that Jack and his friend looked over the fence and asked if everything was

O.K. The look on there faces was priceless because she didn’t notice that

her tits were exposed and she was walking up the steps of the pool to get

herself a towel. She suddenly noticed them staring at her nugget nipples

and quickly wrapped the towel around herself. Once they had recovered,

they asked me if they could come and take a dip in the pool, offering to

bring their cooler with beers.

I said, ‘Sure come hangout for awhile’.

‘Hey, thanks man, we’ll be around in a few minutes, well just get our swim

shorts on!’

***

I got out of the pool and grabbed another beer before sitting down on the

lounger next to Maria.

‘That was a great idea, loosing your top like that so they could get an eyeful

of your tits.’

She just laughed and said she really didn’t know. She removed the towel

and adjusted the top of her bikini to cover her tits,( the top barely extends

over her nipples so with the slightest move you could see her areolas.) I

told her that I would follow her lead in playing with them, whatever she

wanted to do I was all for it. She just gave me an impish smile.

After about ten minutes they came walking into the yard carrying their

cooler that was stuffed with Coronas. As they sat down with us I asked

them if they wanted to do a shot of tequila, to which they readily agreed.

Jack introduced us to his friend Billy, and as we chatted I noticed them

constantly glancing at Marias bikini top. It dried up so wasn’t see through

anymore but they kept looking anyway hoping for one of her nipples to slip

loose from under the thin material. We chatted for a little while doing a few

more shots until all of us were really sweating from the heat and alcohol.

Maria then suggested that we play pool volleyball. They seemed really keen

on that idea so Maria asked them to set up the net while she went to the

bathroom. The remaining three of us went in the pool and started setting up

the net waiting for Maria to come out so we could start the match. Finally

she came out but chose not to dive into the pool this time, instead she just

walked in taking the safe way so her top didn’t fly off again which

disappointed us all! Maria asked what the teams were going to be so I told

Jack to choose whoever he wanted as a partner, the kid wasn’t stupid, he

chose Maria! We also had the floating raft with slots for our drinks

bobbing around near us.

Maria started acting a little tipsy and giggling like a little girl. They served

first and when I hit it back Maria dived for the ball and missed, submersing

herself in the water, getting her top soaked and knocking the top to the right

exposing one of her nipples( which was what I was planning when I hit it

far to her left). She acted like she didn’t notice it happened and left it like

that, I saw Billy readjusting his dick in his shorts, he must have been as

hard as a rock by now! They won the first game and Maria gave Jack a

high five and a hugged him rubbing her bare nipple on his chest, she was

acting really happy because she won the game. He had a real shocked and

amazed look on his face when she did that. She just looked down and

laughed, sayings ‘Oops’ when she noticed her nipples was out and fixed

her top up again. It didn’t really matter though, because her nipples were

still clearly visible with the top being wet anyway. We played a few more

games then Maria said she wanted to tan while the sun was still out. Both of

them just stopped and watched her ass wiggle in her g-string as she

climbed the pool steps and sauntered over to the lounge chair. I climbed

out and joined Maria, noticing that the bottom of her bikini also was see

through and you could clearly see her pussy lips, it was obvious that it was

clean shaven! I think they also noticed, when they approached us, both of

them moved their chairs to where they would have a clear view until the sun

dried the bikini again. I could tell Jack wasn’t too comfortable and was

shifting in his seat trying not to show that his cock was making a tent in his

shorts. Maria had her sunglasses on so they couldn’t tell where her eyes

were looking but I knew she was staring at the bulge in his shorts.

It was time for her to put on a little show so she grabbed the suntan lotion

and started applying it on her legs and moving up her body real slowly. As

she did so, their eyes were glued to her. When she moved up to her chest,

they looked away so as not make it obvious, but when they noticed I

wasn’t paying attention to them they stared again and boy did she rub the

lotion on slowly when she got to her breasts! She was even sliding her

hands under the top of her bikini while lifting it with her free hand, exposing

some nipple. When I stole a glance at her I could see that not only were her

hard nipples pushing her top out an inch, but I also noticed the moisture

building in the bottom of her bikini, she was getting very aroused teasing

them!

The more Maria drank the more daring she was getting. When the boys

realised that, they kept asking us to do another shot, or if we wanted

another beer. We rarely refused, but I think they were getting more drunk

than we were even though Maria was acting way more drunk than all of us.

(she’s good at that) Then she turned over laying on her front and asked me

to put lotion on her back. I of course, refused, I knew she would ask one

of them to do it if I said no. She did! She asked them if one of them would

mind putting lotion on her back and they both said yes immediately! That

was pretty funny, I thought they were gonna fight each other for the job!

Billy grabbed the bottle first and sat on the edge of her lounge chair. He

asked her where she wanted him to put it.

“On my back, Billy, but untie the string firsts because I don’t want a tan

line.”

His hands were shaking a bit when he reached to untie it, when he finally

got it undone she said,

“You forgot the string by my neck, silly.”

She reached back and undid it lifting herself off the chair enough that both

her tits and nipples were both clearly visible.

She put her arms by her side when he started to apply the lotion, and then

moved them above her head. As she did so she lightly grazed the front of

his shorts hitting his stiff dick on the way.

He had the weirdest look on his face when she did that! When he had

finished with her back she told him that he forgot to do her sides, so he

quickly put more lotion on his hands and started to work it on her sides

and clearly rubbing the swell of her tits as he reached toward her

underarms, he kept going from her waist to right below her arms. As he

was going back up she reached toward the table to grab her beer, lifting

herself off the chair and exposing her full breasts again.

Billy just rubbed his hand across her nipple, then she lay back down

catching his hand between her bare breast and the lounge chair.

“Oh, sorry Billy, I crushed your hand!” she giggled.

Jack was watching this happen and looked so jealous that it wasn’t him

applying the lotion.

As she lay there, her ass looked like she was naked because you could

barely see the g-string that was between her ass cheeks.

The moment was spoiled when we heard Jack’s mom calling his name. He

had to go so he told Billy to come with him and said they would be right

back. When they had walked away Maria told me she was feeling really

horny. She laughed at how Billy’s hands were trembling when he was

putting the lotion on her and how she got his hand stuck between her breast

and the lounger.

With excitement in her voice she told me she had a plan. She wanted me to

act like I was passing out later, and then to just follow her lead.

***

Billy and Jack came back after about fifeteen minutes. Jack said that his

parents just wanted to say bye because they were going to visit his sister

and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

We had a few more drinks until early evening. Maria winked at me so I

could tell that she was ready, so I started acting like I was passing out on

the chair, closing my eyes as though I was about to fall asleep. The sun

was going down and it was getting darker out. Maria said she wanted to get

a robe because it was getting chilly. She tied her bikini top back on clearly

acting very drunk while she did so, allowing them more l’accidental’ looks

at her lovely big tits. Maria got up and looked at me. Slurring her words,

she called my name and shook me but I didn’t respond. She told them that

when I drink like that I usually pass out and never get up, telling them that

they would have to give her a hand getting me into the house. She said she

would be right back and stumbled her way indoors.

Jack and Billy both tried to wake me up but I played dead. They laughed,

saying I was out for the count, then, thinking that I was asleep they started

talking about Maria as I lay there listening.

“Dude, is she ever hot, and those big tits! Man, if I were married to that I’d

be fucking it twenty times a day!” panted Jack.

“Yeah, but I think she likes me, did you noticed how she trapped my hand

under her tit? They are so big and firm, I’d just love to get my dick jammed

between them when they’re all oiled up!”

Then I noticed the light go on in our downstairs guest room, the curtains

were completely open on the sliding doors that entered the bedroom from

the backyard. I saw Maria stumbling around in the bedroom, they also

noticed this and looked back at me again, shaking me to see if I would get

up. I still had my sunglasses on so they couldn’t see me peeping at them.

Jack grabbed Billy’s arm and led him over to the bedroom window

watching Maria in the room. She stumbled toward the bathroom and they

watched her sitting on the toilet taking a leak. When she left the bathroom

her bikini was off and she was looking for her robe in the closet.

Billy and Jack were nudging each other excitedly.

“Wow, she is so hot!” said Jack.

“Sure is dude, and fucking naked too, My dick can’t take much more of

this!”

I watched them rubbing their dicks as Maria grabbed her thin silky robe off

the hanger, then stumbled back acting drunk. Knowing they were watching

her, she fell back on the floor, laying there completely naked with her eyes

closed for a few minutes.

Billy nudged Jack again.

“Look at her,she’s as drunk as he is!”

“Yeah but much hotter then him!”

They both laughed, then Jack said,

“Lets go in and help her, at least I will be able to grab a handful of her tits

like you did!”

Jack pulled on the sliding door and it opened. I heard Jack asking her if she

was O.K.

He gave a furtive look at me over his shoulder and then reached down and

began rubbing her tits. He bent over and was about to kiss one of her

nipples when she opened her eyes. In a very drunk voice she asked what

happened. They told her that they had seen her fall over and came into see

if she was O.K.

Maria started to try and stand up, suddenly gasping as though she had only

just noticed that she was naked. She made a play of trying to cover herself

with her hands as she staggered around. Eventually she pulled her robe on

and came out into the yard. Looking down at me she called over to them

that I was still out cold and that they should help get me inside. As they

walked back into the yard, I noticed that her robe was tied so loosely that it

was opening and closing showing off her great body as she moved around.

They came over to me and Maria told them to carry me into the room.

They pretended to try and get me up, but without much effort they gave

up, saying I was way too heavy. They apologized to Maria saying that they

were too drunk, well, they were drunk but they could have tried a bit

harder! Maria came over next and tried to pull me up, giving me a little

smirk knowing that I was looking right at her even though I had my

sunglasses on. She tried to pull me up but fell back as though she had

slipped. Falling back onto the chair, her robe opened again completely. Her

eyes fluttered as though she was about to feint and she asked for help. Jack

and Billy both rushed to help her up, catching a little feel of her tits as they

did so. When they got her back onto her feet, she made no attempt to

close her robe and Jack asked her where she wanted to go.

“Take me to the bedroom,” she slurred, “I need to get some sleep, God

I’m so drunk!”

Jack was leading her back through the sliding doors when he whispered to

Billy to go next door and get his camera from his room.

“Hey, good idea man!” said Billy and he ran off.

Jack got her into the room and I saw him holding her up and kissing her

neck while she pretended to zone in and out. Billy came back a few minutes

later. He fumbled with the camera for a few seconds before he started

shooting pictures. She was standing there with her robe open as Jacks

hands wandered freely over her body.

Jack looked down at Maria,

“Hey Maria, what do you want me to do, were in your room now?”

Maria gave a slurred thank you.

“You are such a nice kids, let Maria give you a kiss on the cheek.”.

When she went to kiss his cheek he turned to put his mouth over hers,

sticking his tongue deep into her mouth. She pushed him off sharply,

“My husband will kill you, you dirty little boy!”

Jack grabbed her and kissed her again, she pushed him off once more, this

time falling back onto the bed. In a flash Jack was on top of her and started

mauling her tits and squeezing her nipples while trying to kiss her, asking if

she liked her nipples pulled.

Meanwhile, Billy was still snapping away at the action with one hand and

rubbing his dick with the other. Maria let out a loud moan when he pulled

and squeezed her nipples roughly, he was trying to kiss her but she was

pushing him off. Jack then slipped a few fingers into her wet pussy and

started finger fucking her.

This time she moaned again.

“Oh my God! …Stop, you can’t do this. Oh my God!”

“Shut up! You know you’re loving it!” snapped Jack.

“You’ve been teasing us since we got here, you know you want some nice

stiff cock.

Billy moved in with the camera taking close ups of Jack’s finger going in

and out of her pussy, meanwhile,Jack stopped, got up and starting taking

his shorts off. Maria was trying to get up again.

“No boys, you know you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Keep her there Billy.” Jack instructed.

Billy quickly pushed her onto her back again, and holding her down with

one hand he started to help himself to her wobbling tits.

Having discarded his shorts, Jack came back, pushed her legs apart apart

and buried his face, kissing and licking wildly at her wet pussy.

Maria was still wriggling, hollering and pretending to fight them off.

“Hey Billy, shut her up, she’s screaming too loud man.”

Billy tried to kiss her to cover her mouth, but she kept moving it away from

his, still yelling for them to get off.

Jack got up and began rubbing his swollen dick around her moist velvety

pussy lips. In one quick motion he was in and fucking her with long hard

strokes.

“There you go lady, you want me to get off, well, that’s just what I’m gonna

do, right up inside you, you’re gonna love this!”

Jack started to fuck her real good now, bouncing around the bed as he put

all his weight behind each thrust.

I could tell Maria was loving it as she started moaning in between telling

them to stop. She wasn’t very convincing, and there was no way they were

going to listen to her now anyway! As Jack continued to work his dick into

her, Billy stood over her on the bed and pulled his shorts down. A cock

twice the size of Jack’s sprang out, already dripping with his pre-cum!

Maria looked up with a sort of ‘Oh my God’ look on her face when she

saw it. She reached up and closed her fingers around his dick, he went

down on his knees as she guided it towards her mouth.

She was wanking him and licking his balls, then she slipped her mouth over

the dome and sucked it all in, deep throating him all the way to his balls and

nearly gagging when it was all the way in.

“Billy looked towards Jack, who was still fucking away between her legs.

“Look at the way she’s sucking on this, she can’t get enough cock! …Man!

…That feels so good dude!”

Jack just stared at the way she was sucking on Billy’s big dick as he

continued to hump her. Suddenly, I saw him start to shake and groan as he

let his balls empty their hot load deep inside my wife!

As he eased his spent cock from her pussy, Maria immediately said to

Billy,

“Please Billy, get down there and fuck me hard with that big hard cock!”

He didn’t need telling twice! As he started putting it in I knew he was

stretching her out because of the way she was moaning and panting. Once

it was up to the hilt, he started to build up the pace, fucking her like there

was no tomorrow! Marie was really moving her hips and getting into it, at

that pace he couldn’t last too long though, within a few minutes he was also

spraying his cum deep inside her. They both lay there panting for a bit, until

Billy pulled his big dick out with a loud sucking gurgle. Jack and Billy took

turns in kissing her, before quickly leaving and scurrying back to Jack’s

house.

I waited a few minutes before I got up and went in the house, just in case

they saw me. When I entered the bedroom, Maria was still sprawled on the

bed wearing nothing but a big satisfied grin.

“How was the show Hon? she asked.

I waved my stiff dick towards her.

“Just great baby, but now you can slow down and deal with this, It’s my

turn now you’re all warmed up, and I’ve got all night!”

*****

Lesley and Dennis
byavalon_sunset©

Lesley and Dennis. True story!

My wife met Lesley at Primary school walking our boys to school, often

walking there and back together. Later, I met her, then her husband Dennis.

Lesley was not a very attractive woman, overweight, rather like a ball! She

did not try to look good and had a huge chip on her shoulder about men in

general.

One evening, we had a small party to try out some homemade beer I had

brewed; my first! Dennis, my inspiration, had made it before and his beer is

quite pleasant. The problem is that home brewing makes strong beer!

Lesley, on this occasion wore her hair loose; naturally curly and long it

looked nice and I told her so. This time, she did not return a cutting

comment and so we chatted for a longer time than normally. When Dennis

joined us, we talked about beer making and in particular, the brew he has

going at home now.

“You must come down and try it later Bruce!” he said, as he usually does

imitating an Ozzy and calling me Bruce. (A la Monty Python)

Later that evening I felt that Lesley was becoming quite flirty with me and

this was something I enjoyed. When she left with Dennis, I gave her hug

and she responded positively; no negative, anti-male comments all evening!

Many months later, I visited their home, close to mine where Dennis and I

shared a glass of his latest brew; Lesley joined us after putting the kids to

bed. She has lost a lot of weight and looks very different. She still cuts men

off when they talk to her, so my compliments to her were given with some

reserve.

“Thank you!” she said smiling back to me when I told her that she looks so

good.

“She is fantastic!” Dennis said, joining in the praise for his wife.

She responded well to all of this and it made me feel comfortable.

“You look very sexy Les’.” I said the words that Dennis uses when he flirts

with her, usually when I or other friends are around…

Many weeks later, Lesley asked me over to see her new darkroom. I also

had a darkroom and she has extended her interest in photography to

developing, using B&W. Dennis was chattering excitedly about the work

he has done to convert an old cupboard while she and I went inside to

check that it is lightproof. Dennis has to remain outside, as there is no

room for him.

Lesley and I stand by the bench and prepare to turn off the lights. It often

takes five minutes to get accustomed to darkness. After this time, we may

see light leaking in. While we wait in the dark, Dennis cracks jokes about

what we might be doing together in the dark. We make jokes in return and I

made some comments that were not jokes! I reached out to her and pulled

her close to me.

Lesley did not resist, nor did she respond when I pulled her chest to mine

and enjoyed the feel of her breasts on mine, soft now after loosing so much

weight. She whispered to me, “Don’t start anything you can’t finish!” but

remained in my arms, floppy, like a doll. Instantly, my tool started to tingle.

I sensed the meaning in her words, even though we could not “finish” in

this situation. I held her still for a few seconds, allowing my fingers to slip

through the very loose-knit wool of her old, too-large jumper. My finger

tips stroked her back softly, I whispered to her, “I haven’t started anything

yet!”

I felt stupid after saying this; it was a spontaneous thing but senseless.

After a minute, we began talking to Dennis about the standard of the light

seal around the doorway. Then we opened the door and joined him, over

doing the response of our eyes to the brightness of the kitchen. I felt it was

obvious to Dennis that we had been flirting in there.

“She’s a lucky woman!” He said to us, “having a darkroom to play in!”

I was ready to own up but he did not proceed with this chat. We went on

to the cellar area where his beer is maturing. Lesley joined us in a glass of

strong ale, after a few sips, Dennis went on to tease his wife about her

appearance as she has lost so much weight.

“You gotta say it mate,” he nudged me, “she is looking good lately! Her

clothes don’t fit anymore but it is worth buying new for her.”

I nodded and heartily agreed with him, my head full of passionate

possibilities about her. I looked closely at her as she stood before us,

lifting her arms and spinning slowly, as if to allow us to inspect her.

Her woolly jumper used to fit her but now it is too loose, but it still looks

good. I can see her bra clearly under the woolly material, through the very

large holes in the knit. Her belly still has a swell as do her hips, thighs and

buttocks. Strangely, it is her bust that has lost so much weight. Her breasts

used to stick far out in front of her, firm and raised, but now, much smaller

they have a natural shape.

She wears a long skirt, as usual not ironed. “I do not do ironing!” she often

proclaims, “if you want ironed clothes, do it yourself!”

Many months went by and often, when we meet, Dennis tells me that

Lesley has a bit of a fancy for me. Today, he says that he and Lesley have

been chatting about things. I let the comment go by; hoping he meant that

they had been talking about letting Les and I share the darkroom again, but

he says no more.

This evening, I have been called over to share a drink of homebrew and

watch a smut video that he had brought home from work. We often do this

and this film is supposed to be special. Not the usual Lesbian film, but one

about couples sharing.

“Lesley loves this bit!” Dennis teased as we watch two guys undress a

woman, she making feeble attempts to stop them.

Lesley grins derisively at him, “When did you ever bother about what I

like?”

“There’s the Lesley we all know and love!” I thought, smiling to myself.

Dennis brushed the remark aside and whispered, “She would really like to

try it with two men!” he grinned at her as she pretended to be offended at

his candid comments.

I felt confident and burst out, “I’d love to try that too!”

Dennis grinned and looked at her. “I told you!” is all he said.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish!” she said to him seriously. I recalled the

time we spent in her darkroom many months ago. It must be her favourite

phrase.

We did nothing else after this but watch the film and joke about how many

cocks this woman gets. We also drink lots of Dennis’s beer.

Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened. I realised

that I was too reserved.

“It’s obvious that she fancies me and that they have been chatting about it

together. The next time, I am going to urge things on a bit!” I think.

Two days later Dennis comes to my house and chats away in his usual

manner and declares that “this next batch of beer is the best ever!” and I

should come over this Friday evening to have some.

Later, when alone he whispered excitedly, “Lesley says that if you are

good, she’ll put on a fashion show for us!”

I recognised this as my chance to set the scene. “I hope she doesn’t wear

too much!” I joked, hoping it is not taken as a joke.

“You’ll see!” he replied grinning in his boyish way, his nostrils flinching as

usual when he is close to laughing.

On Friday, I went alone to Dennis and Lesley’s and soon Dennis and I are

sitting in the lounge watching yet another video and drinking our first glass

of beer.

“Lesley’s upstairs getting her clothes ready and having a long soak in the

bath. You’ll love her tonight!”

“Is she going to wear something sexy and see through?” I joked. This time

I am confident that we will do more than flirt.

“You’ll see!”

I felt sure that we could go a lot farther tonight and I am determined not to

sit back waiting for things to happen. I intend to push things.

Half an hour later, the film finished along with the large container of beer.

“Hey Bruce! Put another film in while I get us more of this heavenly juice.”

He said using our pretend Australian names; we both call each other Bruce!

“Sure thing Bruce!” I reply in the correct mode. Ignoring the titles of the

smut films I put one in the VCR. I fast-forward it to avoid the adverts and

watch some good action until Dennis returns. This one is about a mature

woman (in her 40s), my favourite blue movie, one that Dennis borrowed

again just for me.

We sit and enjoy the scene as this lovely woman showers and gets into her

bed. Lesley joins us at last after more than an hour.

“Hell, you must have had a long bath!” I joked at her. “I wish I was your

flannel!”

The lounge is dark, the thick curtains drawn to block out the summer

evening light. Lesley wears a heavy, thick dress, something she had

purchased from a charity shop. It was very old fashioned and smelled of

mothballs! Dark blue, the heavy cloth hung from the tight waist to her feet;

it also went up to her chest, disappearing under a short cloak with a hood.

The hood hung loose over Lesley’s hair and framed her face. She walked

by us and stood in the centre of the room, blocking the action on the

screen, something we had both stopped watching.

She stood still and allowed Dennis and I to make comments about her. As

all the things were complimentary, she rotated slowly for us. I felt such

excitement in my belly, hoping, yet somehow knowing that this could

become such a sexy event.

Dennis filled the room with adoring compliments to her; I nodded and

agreed with all of them, which, I am sure she discarded with all of the usual

things that we say to her. This time though, the atmosphere is very

different.

Lesley smiles at us and slowly walks over to her man. Bending toward him,

she picks up the beaker of beer and pours some into his glass. I see him

grin at her as he looks down to her chest. I can only imagine what he is

seeing.

She stands up and turns to me offering me more beer. I drink what is left

and nod to her. As she bends forward, she brings out her other hand and

clamps the front flaps of the cloak over her chest. I let out a sigh that

showed my disappointment looking at Lesley as she grinned back to me,

magnificently superior.

I know I am being teased and I thrill at the frustration this causes me.

I drink from the glass and Dennis and I look up to Lesley who steps

around the room as if she were inspecting the contents. I feel brave as well

as cheated. I stand and approach her.

“You must be boiling in all these clothes!” I say to her and turn her to face

her man. She pulls the cloth tight to her chest again as she looks closely at

Dennis. I reach in front and undo the two buttons at her neck that secure

the cloak. She holds the cloth tightly; Dennis nods at her to play on.

I pull the hood from her head and stand behind her as I smooth her hair

back from her face. Standing close to her, I smell the scent of her clean

hair. I let out a slight sigh and Lesley leans back just a little into my arms. I

whisper to her, “Let go babes!” and try to pull the cloak open.

She holds the flaps closed in just one hand but does not try to stop me

removing the top. Slowly, I pull the thick cloth apart exposing her

shoulders; I can see that her chest in naked and I thrill at the sight of her,

still covered but exposed. As I become more persistent, she allows the

cloth to fall. I look over her shoulders to Dennis who rubs his hands with

childish glee, then to her breasts.

Heavy, the soft flesh hangs over the bodice of the dress, exposed to our

greedy eyes. I stop and enjoy the moment; I pretend that I am giving Lesley

time to stop but in fact, I take in the detail of her fine natural shape. My tool

is aching with desire and excitement, not solid yet, but in a state that is full

of sensuous potential.

I look at Dennis and at Lesley. She relaxes more into my arms, her back in

my chest, I know things are cool. I whisper to her truthfully that I love her

breasts. For the first time, I look at them, nipples long and dark, point at

her man in front of us. Bravely, excitedly, I let my hand move in front of

her and lift gently the softness of her right breast.

“Don’t!” she said to me.

“..start anything I can’t finish!” I carried on her phrase.

She grinned knowingly at me. “I’ve started,” I said, feeling clever, “and I

intend to finish!”

I watch her as she looks at Dennis, who nods back to her, lifting his drink

and leaning back into the chair, relaxing. His body language said “over to

you!”

I did not know what to do next. I knew I was ok with her breasts but I

wanted to kiss her. As she faced her man, I pulled her back to me so that I

could lift and feel both boobs. As she moved into me, my tool rubbed into

her buttocks, or at least into the back of her thick velvet dress.

I keep looking at Dennis, ready to stop at the first sign of distress or

discomfort. I see nothing and continue to enjoy her beautiful breasts. I am

no longer able to resist the need to kiss her. I start to kiss her neck and sigh

lovingly as I breathe in the subtle scent she wears. She pushes her buttocks

into my groin in response as I kiss her neck and the side of her face.

Now, I lift the two globes as high as I can and let them slip through my

hands until I feel the hard tips in my palm. The feeling sends a shiver

through my body and I grip them firmly, crushing her flesh. I love this

feeling as the hard tips push into my hands, defiantly, daring me to

continue.

I want to rip her clothes off and I would do if I did not still feel a little

reserved. There is a tension between us, as if we all know what we want to

happen but are still afraid to do something wrong. I feel this too, yet it

gives a nice edge to my excitement.

Instead of taking the lead, I say to Dennis, “I could use a hand here mate!”

He gets up reluctantly. I want to get him involved but as he stands in front

of us, without coming too close I change my mind.

“Hold Lesley’s hands please,” I say, “I don’t want her to trip!”

I grip her arms and move them so that I raise her hands in front of her man.

As soon as Dennis holds them, I let go of her and step away.

“I have to undo these mate!” I say to him “and I can’t see much!”

In fact, I just wanted him to be involved and by holding her hands he could

stop her from resisting me as I removed her heavy dress. The dress had

two tiny buttons at the top, under the back of her neck, followed by many

hook and eye clips. As I went down the dress, so it became loose and

soon it fell forward exposing her breasts properly. She stood silently as we

gazed at her body, slowly becoming more open to our affectionate eyes.

At the last hook, the dress fell from her hips but remained upright, simply

supported by the rigid thickness of the cloth, forming a tent shape around

her legs. I push it down, and without speaking, Lesley steps from the warm

material. Now she stood with just an elegant pair of old fashioned

Directorie knickers. Her legs had a pair of calf length stockings, which

gripped her legs just under her knees.

I’ve never seen a woman in such clothing, the panties show her large

buttocks and thighs to perfection. As I kneel behind her, watching her step

out of the dress, I feel the heat from her body. I feel so many impulses,

which I curb in each case. Now I want to kiss her large buttocks and legs,

so attractive are they. I resist, sure that I will be able to enjoy her in full

later.

As she stands before us, Dennis, still holding her hands, whistles crudely at

this new, strange woman. I stand beside him and we gaze at her. She has a

classic shape; still losing weight; she has a moderate tummy and thick

thighs and buttocks. She does not feel coy or shy in front of me, confident

by my response that she is being appreciated as well as adored.

Crudely, I grip my solid tool and shake it, making sure that both see me. “I

have such a stiffy for her Bruce!” I say using our Oz chatter.

“Me too mate!” he declared to us both.

Lesley grins at us; the type of negative response she often makes to men

would be impossible here. She smiles and looks at the two men before her

with lumps in their trousers.

“It’s a good job I know what to do with those!” she joked.

Instantly, Dennis starts to undress. I follow him and naked, I quickly stand

beside Lesley with my knob pointing at her belly. She looked down to my

tool and I followed her gaze to see a large glob of clear fluid oozing from

my tip. As I step close to her, she grips it and bends it away from her

panties giving me such a thrill. I move closer now and as I do, she rubs her

fingers over the slippery end, spreading the sticky fluid over my helmet.

Dennis joins us and stands predictably beside her, mirroring what I do. I lift

her breast again but now I want to explore her panties. I caress her breasts

for a while and soon allow my hand over her soft belly. The elastic is tight

around her waste but that is ok, I move over the silky smooth cloth.

As I move down her belly, she sighs and squeezes my cock in her hand. I

am shocked when my hand goes down to her sex. The knickers legs are so

loose that my fingers find their way into the confines and into the mass of

hair Lesley has; her final protection.

Her thighs part for me, yet her feet remain unmoved. My fingers find her

moistness instantly. As I slip my middle finger along her slit, she sighs, lets

go of my tool and wraps her arm around my neck. Her right leg raises and

she opens herself to my greedy touch.

I forget Dennis, but I see that he is watching me while his hand lifts her soft

breasts; he is awed at what we are doing.

I slide my fingers along her slit without penetrating, feeling the sticky liquid

coming from her, making me feel powerful, as if she were mine. Crudely, I

remove my hand and look at the shinny mess on my fingers, shinning in the

glow from the tv, something we have long ago lost interest in. Dennis sees

the goo on my hand and breaks away from our action.

He pulls her arms to the side and suggests that she lies down. Lesley

obliges eagerly and lays on the soft mat in front of the TV. The screen light

shines on her body, blue and red at times, making her glow with colours.

Dennis makes his way straight to her panties and pulls the material to one

side exposing her mass of hair to our eyes.

Before I can kneel down, he has his face buried in her hair. Instantly,

Lesley sighs. Not once, but continuously, gasping even as he drinks from

her hidden hole. I kneel beside her and she grabs my tool, pulling me along

her body. I know what she means and I walk on knees to her shoulders. As

soon as she can, she rams my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking

furiously over the tip making me gasp with delight.

She pushes me deep in her mouth and then slides me out; when at the right

position, she flicks her tongue over me sending shivers into my balls. I

want to ram it into her throat, but, as is my intention tonight, I allow her to

control the action. I watch her as she sucks my tool into her greedy mouth

and in turn, I watch as Dennis laps at her hole. He holds her thighs, one in

each hand and pushes them as wide as he can. Crudely, Lesley lifts her

knees, her feet by his shoulders, so that he can have full access to her sex.

I see her shudder silently; “is she cumming already?” I wonder. Her tongue

stops moving for a few seconds and she lets out a long sigh. I think she

did cum. I feel so excited now. My knob is tingling with so many thrills

generated by the mood, by what I see and what I feel.

A few seconds later, Lesley resumes her action on my tool, this time

holding the shaft with her hand. She gently squeezes the shaft and I feel

more clear ooze dribble into her mouth. I don’t know if she can taste the

weak flavour of my precum, but she continues to enjoy what we do.

Dennis growls in a lewd manner as he devours her dripping sex.

I watch in awe as he moves her thighs so that her feet now rest on his

shoulders. He lets her thighs go and lifts his back, raising her legs. She

allows them to fall apart knees bent, giving her body to him. I see his hands

move between her legs, but I do not see what he is doing. It is obvious

really as she starts to gasp again when he touches her. Lesley stops sucking

as this happens; my tool stuck in her mouth but ignored by her. I reach

down to cup her breast; gently, I enjoy the weight of her soft flesh, lifting

and squeezing. I can see that her chest and face have a pink glow, beads of

sweat cover her brow.

Suddenly, she clamps her thighs tightly, forcing Dennis’s head away from

her. He knows what is happening and moves proudly from her, lowering

her feet to the mat. He moves up to us, the other side of Lesley’s relaxed

body and puts his tool in her hand. Lesley moves her face allowing my

cock to slip out of her mouth as she looks up at her man.

I love it as she smiles up to him, and holds our knobs, one in each hand.

Dennis follows my lead and reaches down for her breast; she sighs and

rubs her hand up his belly to his chest, a loving gesture.

“I want to do that!” I say to her.

“Good on yah Bruce!” Dennis grins as he urges me to have a go.

As I move away from her, she grips my tool as if to slow me down. I stop

my greedy dash and instead bend over her and kiss her gently on her lips.

She returns the kiss very briefly so I move down her neck. I see the two

mounds of flesh hanging heavily to each side of her chest. I lift both

breasts so that they form a small swell on her chest. Two lovely, brown

nipples are facing me and I kiss them both in turn.

My head is bursting with lust as I nibble the two buds, allowing my teeth to

bite gently. I sigh suddenly, as I try to breathe and this sets Lesley sighing

too. I want to thrill her body, but in my head I want to make her cum with

my tongue. I move down her belly now, crudely licking her skin as I head

toward her slit. I push her bent legs down as I move around her, my knob

now released by her.

I am now in control; I look at her and her man. He smiles at me, urging me

to take what I want, she sighing, knowing that I want to taste her intimate

body.

I crudely pull her ankles apart, the TV shinning its diffuse light over her

sex. I see again the mass of black hair, shocking in contrast to her white

skin. I love this feeling, I watch her face as she stares at me, knelt between

her legs; I stroke my aching knob as she watches me. While I do this, I

nudge her thighs wider with my knees, moving slowly toward her open sex.

Now, I grip her thighs and crudely push them wide. Pulling the cloth of the

flimsy panties away from her, I see that her hairs form two sticky clumps

on each side of her slit. I can see her lovely swollen lips clearly now, large

and long. I move closer and spend many seconds looking at the detail of

her, pulling the lips open by tugging at her wet hair.

I can feel her sigh as she tries vainly to close her legs; feeling so vulnerable

as my lusty gaze devours her soft sex. I move down to her and breathe in

the sweet musky scent of her excitement. I want to keep looking at her but

I have to touch her with my tongue.

It is my nose that touches her first. Hot and sticky, her slit parts for me.

The sensation on my nose is so strangely exciting and now my tongue joins

in. Her pussy has very little taste so I let my tongue delve deeply into her

hole. I realise that she is gasping as I wriggle my tongue in her tiny sexhole.

I lay down now so that I can lick her easily. Her legs drop apart for me as

she gives me her most intimate part. As I tease her slit with my tongue and

lips, I gaze up at her as she adores her man’s tool. Dennis idly lifts her

breasts as he watches me eat her greedily. I realise that I am rubbing my

solid tool on the mat, trying to relieve the sensuous ache in my belly.

I move my right hand up to her slit, gently, easily pushing my middle finger

into her. By its own volition, it curls upward to touch her G-spot, a small

patch of firm skin just inside her. As I caress this, I suck her clit and lips

into my mouth. I feel the sharp tip of her little bud on my tongue and I

repeat her action on me by flicking my tongue over it.

Together, my finger and tongue force a gasp from her. Her thighs clamp

my head in place as she starts to shake her hips up and down. I feel the

muscles in her legs as she tenses, rubbing harder on my face.

I thrill at the degree of her response to my sensuous kiss. It thrills me to

sense how responsive this woman is. A hand comes down and grips my

hair. Thighs grip my head and I feel muscles tighten on my finger. My

mouth is filled with liquid as she either cums in my mouth or lets out a jet

or two of pee. I hear only the faint, muffled sound of her gasping as she

enjoys my kiss.

I let out the liquid in my mouth and it pours down her slit, between her

buttocks and into her loose panties, spilling out onto the mat. The hand

pulling my hair suddenly pushes my head away from her. I lift myself and

allow her thighs to clamp tightly on her sex, covering, protecting.

I repeat Dennis’s actions and walk on my knees up to her side. This time,

she ignores us and curls her legs upward, eyes closed, unaware for a few

moments of us two guys.

I look at him, almost twins, we kneel at her side, two aching erections

hovering over her body. I whisper to him that I have never felt so excited.

“I knew she’d be good!” he said back to me, so that she could hear. “We

should take a break now Bruce, so that she can prepare for more.”

Strangely, a break seemed appropriate, even though I would have happily

rammed my tool into her and filled her with my lust.

Dennis moves from us and brings back a beer glass from the small table by

the chairs. Unlike his normal behaviour, he first offers the glass to Lesley.

She nods and tries to sit up. I help her and Dennis greedily gulps beer from

the glass.

“Save some for us!” she growls at him, for being so impatient.

When she is seated between us, he offers her the glass and she sips from it.

Holding on to the glass, she takes many sips. As she gains control of her

shaken body, she starts to take longer sips. The sweet liquid runs from the

glass into her happy mouth. I see that she will finish the last of the beer, so

I move over to the table and pick the glass I had been using.

Still full of the beer that Lesley had served to me, I take a long gulp. The

cool liquid rolls around in my belly, spreading comfort and warmth within

me. I guess that Lesley feels this too. I offer her the glass and take the

empty from her. I can’t move away again so I place it on top of the TV. As

she drinks, I sit beside her and urge Dennis to do the same.

We both cuddle her in our arms as we snuggle close. She pulls her knees

up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, sitting like a young girl.

Our eyes are drawn up to the TV and we see my favourite film female

again.

Mature, in her forties and very pretty, she is in a room with her husband

and another man. It sinks in that they are reflecting us in their actions. I pull

her close and whisper to Lesley, “she loves this bit!”

The film shows a scene similar to ours where the two men kiss and adore

her, undressing her and explore her exposed body.

“Maybe I should have paid more attention to his films.” Lesley said,

waving her hand in Dennis’s direction. “I might have discovered this ages

ago!”

“You’ve always fancied two men!” Dennis replied, laughing.

“It’s not the sort of thing you do everyday though, is it?” She giggled back,

relaxing again.

I look at her as she sips more of the beer. I gaze at her breasts, visible

between her chest and knees; hanging sexily, waiting for more attention.

On the screen, the woman, much slimmer, rolls on top of her husband’s

friend as she guides his tool into her. Her man watches, as does the film

audiences, as the long rod stretches her cleanly shaved slit. As the tool fills

his woman, he kisses her buttocks and slides his tongue over her little bum.

The scene plan is obvious.

“I don’t want anything like that!” Lesley stated, as if she wanted to get this

thing straight. Anal sex had not even entered my head as a possibility here,

so I let the comment go. Maybe it is meant for her man!

We watched the threesome for a few more minutes and finished the beer. I

snuggled up to Lesley, she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me

close to her. Dennis leaned onto her side and wrapped an arm around her

knees, still bent up in front of her. I sensed her looking at me as I watched

the lovely woman on the screen.

Turning to her, she leaned forward and kissed my lips as if to pull me away

from the video fantasy. It was a soft and gentle kiss, full of affection yet

not inhibited by the presence of her man. I want to kiss her still, so I caress

her chin softly and hold her still as I kiss her lips in return. I kiss her many

times, short gentle touches with my lips on hers. She sighs, I breathe in her

gentle breath, filling my lungs with hers; the hint of alcohol filling my senses

with desire.

I let my tongue touch her upper lip, slightly parted; I feel her white teeth as

I brush close to her. I repeat the move, each time I linger on her lips. Now,

I gently nudge my tongue into her mouth. She does nothing but sigh. I

smooth my hand on her face, moving toward her mouth from her cheek.

As I softly touch the inside of her mouth, she lets out gentle sighs.

I know she feels good. Dennis watches the TV, maybe unaware of the

affection that we are sharing. In a strange, spontaneous gesture, I push my

tongue under her top lip and over her teeth. It is such a strange thing to do,

yet it thrills me. I sense her head shudder as I do this, and I do not want to

stop.

I move beside her so that I can face her. My tongue is permitted to

continue, in a second or two, her hand rests on my arm urging me on. I

push my tongue over her teeth to her gums, farther still until I feel where her

cheek joins. The kiss is so intimate, that I cannot stop it. Lesley gasps in

my mouth repeatedly as I do this and I sense that she is responding to my

sensuous kiss.

In a while, our mouths close over each other and we begin a slow and long

kiss, filled with affection and desire. I cup her face with both hands and

kiss her, still slowly, but now fully, with love and passion. Her hand rests

on my arm still, mesmerised.

We move together, slowly falling back. Dennis looks at us and moves to

the side, giving us room. I do not sense any anger at our kiss, so I

continue. Lesley pulls me over her body and I part my legs so that my

knees rest on the mat at her sides.

Dennis moans at the sight of us like this and mumbles something we don’t

hear. I go on with my kiss and Lesley holds my neck with both hands. As

we kiss, her hips rub into mine, my solid tool squeezes between her

clamped legs. I push my elbows to the mat and slide them together,

squeezing her breasts up to my chest. As I slide my body over hers, the

dampness of sweat between us makes our skins slippery. I rub my hips

against hers now and I tease her with my hard rod, nudging it against her

crotch.

She pulls my head to hers now, as she parts her thighs. I lift my weight to

my knees and allow her legs to open by lifting one knee at a time. Now I

am between her legs again. I can’t see this, but I can visualise my cock,

pointing crudely at her slit. I move forward and feel the protective layer of

silk over her.

Quickly, I reach down and pull the cloth to one side. I still do not see, but

confidently, I move the tip to her sex. Like a marksman, my tip nudges into

her slippery slit. I flench my muscles so that my rod flips up and down; it

rubs along her wet lips making her gasp beneath me, filling my lungs with

her breath.

Slowly, I push; my progress is stopped by her pubic bone, but as I push,

the tip of my tool slips downward and suddenly fills her entrance as we get

closer. The heat from her shocks me; I stop like this, hovering in the air

above her, as if the only connection was her sex and my cockhead.

I feel her hips shudder and so I lower myself onto her; pinning her down

with my hips and my knob. She is so wet that I slide into her effortlessly.

As I fill her, so her hips shudder in an uncoordinated movement. I sense

the tightness of her hole as I fill her completely.

I move in and out a few times and soon, my tool is buried in her flesh. I

want to ram her hard and fast, but again, ignoring my own desire, I lie still

on her and take in the sensations of our bodies as our excitement grows. In

this way, I feel her sex muscles as they twitch uncontrolled by her. In

response, my own knob jerks and flenches in her boiling smooth tube.

I gradually press into her and feel the wetness around her swollen lips,

leaving damp coolness around my stump and hanging balls. As I push, so

she meets me and lifts her hips so that our bodies press tightly. I realise

that we have been kissing for a minute or two and I start to move my

tongue in her mouth.

As we kiss like this, our bodies take over the action and slowly, we start to

make love. I am aware of the coolness from the air around my tool as I

withdraw. We move together again and I concentrate on the feeling of her

tiny hole as I slide into her. I enjoy the feeling of my tool, as if it were much

longer than normal as I slowly fill her repeatedly.

After a few deep strokes, Lesley lifts her legs and plants her feet next to my

knees. This allows her to raise her hips in time with my penetrating stroke.

Slowly, we both move in time. It seems as if we both want to fuck

furiously, but both control our action so that it is deliberate and accurate.

As we get our movement coordinated, so we feel each other better. I

withdraw completely, knowing that my tool will find her entrance easily. As

I lower again, so my tool slips gently into her belly. I feel the swollen flesh

of her excited lips around my shaft and then the sharpness of her clit on my

pubic bone. I hold my body on hers when I feel this and I know that she is

close to her climax.

Her hands push my back down on her, guiding me, urging me to crush her

flesh with mine. I want to feel her tight hole on my shaft so I pull out again

and enjoy the sensation of her inner landscape caressing me; rippling over

my rod.

I feel her tighten as I fall on her and this time she flips her feet on my

thighs. With her hands she pushes me onto her and I thrill at the sensations

she can feel. I allow her to hold me down and push a little more so that I

crush her sexflesh. I feel her hole ripple and shudder over my tool as I hold

it deep inside her. She gasps again and I breathe in her alcohol and sex

scented breath.

Kissing passionately, we stiffen our bodies as she climaxes. I try not to

move but instead allow our flesh to rule. As she shudders beneath me, I

feel the strong urge to cum, as my balls release their seed into my belly. I

feel that I may delay it if I remain still, but my tool is responding to her

body and mind, not mine.

Suddenly, my tool jerks again, and seems to grow even longer in her; my

seed rushes from me and fills her tight hole. I cannot even start to move in

her and I realise that we are both immobilised by our lust. My boiling spunk

splashes her inner belly and fills her with my love and desire. Her heels dig

into my thighs, immobilising, thrillingly painful.

I can feel my chest slide over her trapped breasts, both of us soaked in our

own sweat. We continue to kiss as we share the most intense sensations.

Our bellies are wet and slippery too, as are our thighs; any part of our

bodies that touch, are soaked in desire and lust.

In a few moments, we both relax, as if given a cue. We did not move when

we climaxed, and still we do not move, but we both relax. This seems to

amplify the sensations that we have; I am aware that my tool has softened

inside her yet it still thrills with her tightness and heat.

We stop kissing and I move my head so that I rest on her shoulder. She

pulls me close in a maternal way, smoothing her hand over my neck and

down my back. As we lay like this, I feel her twitching hole gently grip my

softening rod.

Slowly, we become aware of Dennis once more and I realise that he will

want his turn. I try not to move as I want this to go on longer. As Dennis is

silent, I remain still and just enjoy the closeness I feel to this woman.

After a few minutes, I sense Dennis as he strokes his woman, his hand

reaching between our bodies to squeeze her breast. I start to move, but as I

give way to him, I squeeze her shoulders and kiss her cheek as if to tell her

that I still want her. Lesley strokes my back as I move beside her,

comforting me.

As I sit up, Dennis gives me my beer glass, still half full and before I can

nod at him, he lies on his wife and teases her with crude phrases. Lesley

smiles at him and they kiss, as if I were not here. I kneel comfortably

beside them and drink the beer. I hear Dennis comment on the wetness of

her body as he mounts her. In a moment he is deep in her body, arms take

his weight so that we can look down to her. Her wet breasts hang to the

sides of her chest and one hand lifts up to touch his chest.

She allows the other hand to fall on my knee and now I still feel part of her.

I relax even more and watch as she responds to her husband. I see them

move together in an expert, well rehearsed way, him looking down at his

soaked tool as he rams it into her. Light from the TV shines on her wet

belly and breasts; I take in as much detail as I can.

After a few minutes, I sense a change in Lesley’s responses and Dennis

recognises what is happening to her. He changes his stroke so that he can

precisely match her movements. Her hand leaves my leg and rests with the

other, on his chest. Her body stiffens under him and I know what is

happening. I look down between them but see little now as his stroke is

shorter, but I know that she close to another orgasm.

I thrill at this sight but best of all is the expert way that Dennis moves over

her as she starts to climax. I hear her grunt wildly now, and Dennis slams

into her as hard as he can, very different from the way we made love just a

few minutes earlier.

Her back bends up and she pushes her groin into his. Eyes closed as if in

agony, she shudders into another thrill as her man guides her. Cleverly,

Dennis rubs himself deep inside her and pushes at the right moment to

maximise her pleasure. They are almost separate now, joined only by their

sexes, he pounding on her and she urging him into her gripping hole.

Suddenly, she freezes and they both hover in the air, his knees and hands

on the mat, her shoulders and heels on the mat. I know I am forgotten by

them as they drown in their love sensations. She breathes only in gasps and

her fingers dig into his hips where she holds him tightly. Then, she guides

him down as her legs weaken. Gently, they land again on the mat and now

Dennis withdraws from her, his cock still solid and very long.

Lesley lies beneath him and sighs happily. Her face is turned toward me,

but her eyes are closed. She breaths rapidly and we watch her chest a she

moves in ecstatic after-thrills of love. I move back a little so that I can see

the scene clearly. I sit on the floor, my back against a chair and watch this

incredible couple.

I know I will return to this, and that our games will always be exciting.

What I do not realise yet is the way in which we will relate in the future.

Appropriately, at this time, the video ceases, and the flesh colours on

Lesley’s body are replaced by the harsh whiteness of the picture-less,

snowy screen.

***********

The Bed is Big Enough for Three
bylicyou69©

This is a fantasy of sharing my wife with another man. This was inspired by

the story on Literotica.Com by pantie_fan entitled “A Friend in Deed”.

*

It had been a long day of boating, sun, and drinking with my wife, Laurie

and my long-time friend, Mike. Recently divorced, Mike met us at our

lakeside condo to for a well needed release of steam. Once back at the

condo, we ate, drank some more, sat around the pool, and drank some

more. Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy

and our bodies were weary. We’re not much for entertaining, so we just

have a one bedroom condo. When we invited Mike, we didn’t think about

our couch, that’s not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough

for him to sleep on. Fortunately, we had a king size bed in our bedroom.

We told Mike it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that

we were good enough friends to make the situation work.

Laurie and I have always had a habit of leaving a radio on in the room as

we sleep. We always like having a little bit of sound and small amount of

light in the room rather than complete darkness. That night it afforded

Laurie and I the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that we

couldn’t be heard by Mike. Once in bed, Mike laid on one side face

outward. I was lying on the other side facing inward, and Laurie was in

between us facing me.

As my mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously

drifted into the direction of sex. My cock sprang to life and I took Laurie’s

hand, so she could feel it. She grinned and whispered that we couldn’t do

anything about it right now. I said that I bet Mike was just as hard as I was

with her between us. She dismissed that saying that Mike was an old friend

and wouldn’t be thinking about her like that. I reassured Laurie that she

was, even at 50, someone that any man would love to fuck. I reached my

hand down and pulled up Laurie’s night gown and slipped my hand into her

panties to cop a feel of her sweet pussy. Just as I suspected, she was

soaking wet from our discussion. I told her it felt like she would like to try

him out as well. She pulled my hand away and gave me a smirk, from

which I couldn’t tell if it meant yes or no.

About then, Mike rolled over in bed and was now facing towards Laurie’s

backside. Laurie whispered to me that Mike’s leg was now on hers. I told

her he probably did that on purpose. Again she dismissed me. A couple of

minutes later I saw the covers move and Laurie jerked lightly. “Honey”, she

said, “I think Mike’s hand is on my leg. What should I do?” To let her

know how I felt about it, I once again took her hand and placed it on my

raging hard-on. I told her that we are all adults and that if he’s making a

move on her that she should enjoy herself if she wanted to.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then I saw the covers move again

as his hand moved off the top of her legs. Then, Laurie whispered to me.

“He pulled up my nighty and is putting his hands inside my panties on my

butt. I’m so hot that somebody is going to have to fuck me. Are you sure

you want this?” I told her that Mike probably hasn’t gotten laid in a while

because of his divorce, so it should probably be him. It’s only fair right?

With that, she kissed me, while practically jammed her tongue down my

throat, and then rolled over facing Mike.

I thought I could hear them whispering, but with the radio going couldn’t

make out anything that was said. And then, the covers began moving

slowly again as it was apparent that they now had hands on each other, and

her head began moving in a motion that made it obvious they were kissing.

I saw Mike start to look up, so I quickly shut my eyes. I heard him say in a

low voice “looks like he’s asleep”. Laurie then sat up in bed next to me,

removed her night gown, and placed in on top of me. I knew that my

friend, Mike, was now seeing her gorgeous breasts. She then reached under

the covers and removed her panties and placed them on the night gown. It

was like an episode of the Twilight Zone in my head. I was coming to the

realization that this was actually going to happen.

Laurie lay back down, facing him, and pulled the covers back up. They

pulled themselves together by intertwining their legs and once again began

kissing. I couldn’t believe my wife of 25 years was lying naked next to me

kissing another man. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him lying

face up. I felt her left leg pull up to my thigh which I knew meant that her

legs were now spread. She reached over with her left hand and touched my

swollen cock, which I think was to make sure I was still in agreement with

the situation. Then the covers rose up as Mike moved over on top of

Laurie. As he lowered himself down on top of her she let out a gasp, which

I knew meant that Mike’s cock was now pushing inside my wife. All I

could think about was the wet silkiness of my wife that he was now

experiencing.

For a long while they lay still together kissing passionately. Then, the sheets

began to move rhythmically. It was clear that for the first time since our

marriage, Laurie was being fucked by another man. I had been subtly

opening my eyes slightly now and then to try and view what was

happening. This time as I did, I became aware that Laurie had her right

hand on the back of Mike’s head pulling it down onto the pillow on the

other side of her head and that she was facing me and looking me in the

eyes. She took her left hand and placed it in my hand. What a surreal

experience it was looking Laurie in the eyes and holding her hand as she

was being fucked. With each thrust into her, by Mike’s cock, her eyes

would close slightly in obvious pleasure and her hand would clench. And,

with her left leg on top of me, I could feel each thrust, myself.

As Laurie’s pleasure became more intense she was now facing up with her

eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I don’t know if she was getting too

hot or if she wanted me to be able to see better what was happening, but

she pulled her hand away from mine and ripped the covers off of them. I

could now see Mike’s body on top of Laurie. His butt cheeks were moving

up and down forcing his cock in and out of my wife. With the covers off,

the smell of their copulation was permeating the entire room. I felt like I

wasn’t even there. It was like watching a porno movie, except that my own

wife was one of the actors. I couldn’t believe how long he stayed inside

her. I thought for sure that her sweet pussy would have sucked the cum out

of him right away, but it must have been the alcohol at work because he

just kept pumping away.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his movements seemed to be getting

more labored and his breathing became louder. Then, his body tensed up.

He rammed is cock in harder than ever and let out a grunt under his breath

that sounded like someone who really wanted to scream out as loud as he

could but was resisting. Laurie instinctively grabbed his ass cheeks and

tried to pull him in deeper. My best friend, Mike, was about to cum inside

my wife and she was trying to get as much of it as deep in her as she

could. An “oh” escaped Laurie’s lips as her legs wrapped around his and

began to shake. Laurie and Mike were now locked firmly in orgasm

together. Mike pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again. Each

time he did I visualized his semen shooting inside my wife.

What were minutes seemed like hours, until their bodies finally relaxed from

what appeared to be the best sex either of them had ever had. Laurie’s legs

relaxed their grip around Mike and she dropped her hands to her side. Mike

continued to lie on top of Laurie, obviously wanting to enjoy the sweet

sensation of her pussy as long as he possibly could. Every so often, he

would pull his cock back and slide it back into her. I couldn’t blame him

for still being hard inside her wonderful warmth. They were both sweating

profusely and breathing heavily. Once again I reach over and took Laurie’s

hand. She turned her head and looked at me. I smiled at her and she smiled

back. We lay like that for a few minutes and then heard Mike begin to

snore. She tapped him on the back and he rolled off of her, facing away

from us. For a brief second I got a glimpse of his cock. It was about as

long as mine, but much thicker and unbelievably still hard! It was only

seconds before he was again blissfully snoring.

I moved towards Laurie and began kissing her. I reached down with my

hand and found the unbelievable wetness between her legs. Laurie asked

“Are you mad? Do you still love me?” I answered by removing my

underwear and quietly taking my place on top of her. My rock hard cock

was pinned between us I forced my tongue in her mouth and kissed her

with a passion like I hadn’t done since we were young. Suddenly, I knew

what I had to do. I moved down slightly and began kissing her sweet

breasts and protruding nipples. I then moved lower and kissed her tummy

that was still wet with the combined sweat that resulted from her

lovemaking with Mike. I moved lower again and kissed around her pubic

region. She placed her hands on me and pulled slightly as if to say I don’t

want you to go any further, but I knew she wanted what was about to

happen as much as I did. I then pushed myself all the way down until my

hands were on her silky thighs and my face was in front of her well used

pussy.

I teased her with my tongue by kissing and licking her thighs. While doing

so I was intoxicated by the pungent aroma of their combined juices. Then,

I felt Laurie’s place her hands on the back of my head. I was right about

her wanting this as she was actually pulling my face into her pussy, which

was leaking another man’s cum like a river. I put my tongue out and licked

once from the top of her anus to her clit. She gasped with pleasure. Mike’s

sperm that had leaked from her was now pooled on my tongue and slowly

working its way down the back of my throat and into my belly. As I

swallowed it, I envisioned his seed also doing the same thing in her womb

as it sought out her eggs. I then thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside

her and began eating the remaining results of their lovemaking as fast as I

could. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe that my wife tasted so

good with another man’s cum running out of her. Laurie’s thighs were

locked against the side of my head and shaking almost continuously in

orgasm. I licked and sucked for what seemed like hours until she could

take no more and finally pushed me away. I think I could have stayed there

all night.

I sat up and saw the beauty of my wife with her legs spread and Mike’s

cum all over her and the sheets. Mike was still snoring peacefully next to

us. I moved forward over her, lowered myself onto her, and slipped my

cock into her hot, wet, slippery, and now adulterous pussy. The heat and

wetness was more than I had ever experienced before. Unlike Mike, I didn’t

last long. Within just a few minutes my body began to shake, my tender

balls, still sore from being full of cum during Mike and Laurie’s lovemaking,

began to contract, and my cock exploded into Laurie with a force that I

had never felt before. I think I must have passed out momentarily because

the next thing I became aware of was Laurie pushing me off her. My cock

was soft and wet. I kissed her and told her I loved her and drifted off into

sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a bright sunny room. Mike was no longer in

bed with us. I remembered that he was going to go spend the morning

having breakfast with another buddy of ours. Laurie was still on her back

with her legs still spread. I’m sure Mike enjoyed the view of her before

leaving the room. I kissed her gently and she woke up. She smile at me and

said that she had a terrific time last night. While waiting for Mike to return,

we spent the next several hours making love and plotting how we could get

Mike’s cock inside Laurie again.

************

The Landlord’s Son
byPJSimmons©

They were nervous, so very nervous, from the moment they’d accepted

this was all they could do, but the final few moments before the guy

Adriano came round to their little run-down apartment were almost horrific.

It probably didn’t help neither of them had really eaten that day. Even if

their kitchen cabinets had held anything particularly appetizing, they

probably would not have kept it down.

David had felt a little nauseous since he’d woken up that morning, and he

felt certain Evie was of similar mind.

“We could just go live with my parents,” she had been saying on and off

for days, weeks.

“It still wouldn’t get either of us a job – and no prospects for one, either.

We need to be in the city.”

Now, as they went through the same routine again, there was an added

urgency, an underlying terror.

“But this is crazy. There must be some other way,” Evie was saying as they

sat around their tiny little kitchen table, a lucky find retrieved from the

garbage on a cold afternoon the previous fall.

“This is real life. There’s no one going to help us for nothing.”

David looked at his young bride’s wide blue eyes, and sighed, saying

gently: “You don’t have to do this if you really can’t face it, sweetie.”

She looked at him and nodded, and he could see her chest rising and falling

with anxious breaths. She seemed to him like a frightened little rabbit,

caught in the middle of a highway, unsure which way to turn.

But she sighed, and said: “There’s no alternative.”

David took a deep breath. He said: “You know this won’t change anything –

between us, I mean.”

“I know.”

“I love you, honey, nothing’s ever going to change that.”

“I know.”

The doorbell sounded, and it felt like someone exploding a grenade inside

David’s chest. He looked across at Evie, saw her swallow, but then she

fixed her eyes on his, and dipped her head slightly but decisively.

He heaved another sigh and got up to go answer the door.

Adriano, the big dumb brute. David shook his hand, smiles all round like

they were best buddies, and as he stepped back to admit their landlord’s

son into their pokey little hallway, Evie was there behind, almost hiding

behind the kitchen doorway.

She smiled at her husband, demonstrating that she could put on the

required veneer.

Adriano closed the front door, forcing it shut, saying: “We not got that

fixed yet, that door?” Locking it firmly, seeing firsthand how crappy the

lock was, that his father hadn’t looked at for months of asking.

“You remember Evie,” David said, with a strange air of formality. Evie kept

back, waiting behind her husband as their visitor removed his shoes.

Then they were walking through to the tiny room that was both a bedroom

and a living room, Evie slipping her arm around David, Adriano following

them, no doubt checking out her butt as they went.

The three of them perched on the edge of the crappy sofa-bed, which was

set in its bed formation, though still really only the size of a single bed. Evie

sat close beside David, Adriano a couple of feet away. They could smell

his overly-strong cologne, and it riled David a little.

“So, a month’s rent, huh?” Adriano said, breaking the ice in a brutal way.

Evie covered her face with a hand, as though trying to stifle laughter, but it

wasn’t amusement she felt.

“You said three months when we talked,” David said coldly.

Adriano sighed, as though he was really under pressure to keep the terms

of this deal on the small side. He said: “The economy is not so good, you

know? I think… maybe… I can give you two. I don’t think I can manage

more.”

“Two will do for now,” Evie said now, firmly, barely concealing her anger.

David put his arm around her shoulders, squeezed her tight to him.

Adriano broke out into broad grin, and apparently trying to lighten the

mood, said: “It’s nothing, huh? We’re just going to have a little fun, that’s

all. We can forget about all of it after we are done, no?”

Evie looked at her husband and shrugged. They had no choice. She tried to

relax. Tried to smile, even though she was filled with revulsion. If they

offended Adriano now, if they made it clear he was unwanted, he could

simply walk out of there, and then they would be left with nothing.

“You can stay,” Adriano said to David. “You can watch. See that it’s

okay.”

David remembered what the guy had said when they’d first talked,

remembered that he’d said this, that he had first thought he wasn’t quite

understanding Adriano’s Eastern European accent so well. He wanted

David to watch.

It wasn’t enough that he wanted to take what did not belong to him, he

wanted David around to see it.

“So,” Adriano reached over to put a hand on Evie’s forearm, and she

flinched away from him, pressing herself to her husband’s side.

Their landlord’s son now pulled a handful of green bills from his back

pocket, and suddenly it was real. David felt sick.

He kissed her, and took the money from Adriano. Then he hauled himself

up from the bed, seeing his young bride’s eyes widen in sudden fear as he

pulled himself away from her. The butterflies were raging inside his chest,

but David vacated the sofa-bed, taking a seat in one of the two wooden

chairs they had no room for in the kitchen.

Adriano shifted over, and David’s stomach turned over as he saw the guy

running a hand over his wife’s slender thigh, and then push up her little

white t-shirt to reveal her pink lace bra.

“You are beautiful, Evie,” he said quietly.

She didn’t reply, but as the guy fondled her breasts, David saw her now

running her hand down his leg, beginning to accept her fate and comply.

David turned away, breathing deeply as red-hot pain filled his chest. He

heard, rather than saw, the two of them pulling Evie’s t-shirt up over her

head. Turned, startled, to see Adriano tossing her bra aside, leaning down

to stroke and now kiss her bare breasts.

She was breathing deeply, stroking Adriano’s thigh. She didn’t look David’s

way. Was she blaming him for this? Did she hate that he would let this

happen?

Adriano rose to his feet and urged Evie up as well, and he was unfastening

the fly button on her little denim shorts, Evie just letting him. Smiling, even.

Did it excite her? The prospect of being with another man?

She helped him drag her shorts down over her thighs, revealing her pink

lace panties to him. She’d worn her best underwear set for this guy.

Evie looked so stunning, David realized his own cock was hard between

his thighs to see her slender figure, those stiff little nipples on her small but

perky breasts, her flat stomach and coltish thighs. Even though she was

helping another man to remove his shirt, and now it was off, he had his

hands all over her body, it was an arousing sight.

She turned away to let him feel up her ass, his hands swarming over her

smooth, soft skin. Her long golden hair flowed all over her back as she

waited on all fours for Adriano, his servant to direct as he wished.

David just breathed deeply, trying to focus on the arousal part of his

confused feelings, since it seemed to keep the nausea at bay.

Adriano pulled aside her panties now, to reveal her little pink pussy, all

clean and smooth and hairless, prepared especially for her buyer.

“Mmm…” their landlord’s son moaned as he ran his hands over her most

personal flesh, and then he was slipping her panties off over her hips, and

Evie was allowing him to feed them past her knees and ankles.

She was naked as the buff Eastern European stood to unfasten his belt, and

pull down his pants. He wasn’t even wearing underwear.

David caught his breath as Adriano threw his jeans over on the floor with

the other clothes. Jesus – there was a naked man in his apartment, a naked

cock that was not his own, and Evie was just sitting on the bed now, naked

as well.

She made space for him to lie down on the bed now, and her hands were

sprawling over his body.

David stifled a gasp as he watched his wife kiss the man’s stomach, her

hand now closing around his bare cock. Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus. She shuffled

forward, her butt facing her husband, but another man’s hand now curling

around to touch her there as she took up Adriano’s modest erection in her

clutches.

The guy groaned as she dipped her head and took his cock inside her

mouth.

Then she was slowly bobbing her head down and up and down again on

his shaft.

“Oh God that is good…” he was moaning as she sucked on his manhood,

his hand sweeping over her back and her butt.

Adriano glanced over toward David, but his expression was blank, just

checking they were being watched. David tried to keep his face neutral as

well, though his was filled with an unruly mixture of confused feelings.

How could he be so turned on watching his wife filling her mouth with

another man’s cock, while he was also so horrified?

The guy’s fingers were now fumbling with her bare pussy. The two did

look like a beautiful couple, their trim bodies, gently tanned skin. Evie’s

from all the time they spent in the park while they peered through the

papers for jobs adverts, Adriano from all his vacations on the golden

beaches of wherever.

He heard his wife moaning gently as she blew this stranger right in front of

her husband. He began to detect the dark scent of her arousal in the air.

She was enjoying this.

David kept his sighs to himself, repressing the pain. He told himself she

had to enjoy it, or she wouldn’t be sufficiently wet to take the guy’s penis

inside her. Jesus. Was he going to let his wife do that?

“Oh, Evie…”

Oh God, it seemed to go on forever. Maybe she was trying to make him

come in her mouth, so it would be all over.

But then Adriano urged her up, and she was complying, presenting her rear

to him again, only this time facing along the bed towards her husband.

She looked up at him now, eyes connecting with his for a brief moment,

and he saw the fear in her. She reached out a hand, and was so close David

could take it in his, even as their landlord’s son lined up between her calves,

pointing his hard cock to Evie’s waiting pussy.

This was it. No turning back now.

Adriano pulled Evie back, lifting her petite frame at the hips to now pull her

into the right position – and she helped him. David continued to hold her

hand as the other man pushed his fingers into her pussy and drew her

moisture out over her pussy lips.

Then he was guiding the tip of his cock to her snatch, his other hand on her

lower back holding her firm.

David and Evie seemed to gasp in unison as their visitor eased forward and

penetrated her. He felt his wife’s little hand quiver in his as the man filled

her, and he squeezed her gently, trying to be reassuring.

Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.

Another man was fucking his wife. One hand holding her neck of all places,

he rocked his hips back and forth as his hard cock plunged into her like a

piston. David could hear the wet sounds of his defiling her, along with the

brute grunts from Adriano and the quiet, almost mournful moans from

Evie.

“Oh yes…” Adriano said as he now put two hands either side of her waist

to support hiss pounding.

David just watched, holding his wife’s hand, slightly embarrassed at his

own erection, hoping she wouldn’t see it.

How could he not be aroused? Even though it was his wife, an exquisitely

beautiful girl was on his bed, right in front of him, naked, being screwed by

a naked guy.

Evie was squeezing his hand back, trying to express her love for him even

while she was violated by this other man. She didn’t look at her husband,

though. Just demurely gazed downward.

Adriano slapped her on the butt and withdrew, and David found himself

hoping it was all over. That was long enough, wasn’t it? It hadn’t really

sounded as though he’d come, but perhaps he was the silent type.

But he wasn’t done.

He nudged Evie aside and now lay down on the bed, on his back. Evie

looked suddenly panicked, but she complied with him as he reached for

her hips, urging her to straddle him, to impale herself on his cock.

There was no holding onto her hand now, as she crouched over their

landlord’s son. Adriano was actually holding her butt, his hands forming a

seat for her, where she actually sat still, and underneath Adriano was the

one doing all the work in order to continue fucking her.

David thought it clear the guy spent a fair amount of time in the gym.

He turned away again, and now absently thumbed through the bills, feeling

like Judas handling his thirty pieces of silver. 20… 40… 60… 80…

Surprise grew through him, intensifying the underlying horror that had

become just a constant throbbing inside him, and now turned white-hot

once again. The money was not enough. Adriano had given them just one

month’s rent.

He turned, but it was too late to say anything.

Evie and Adriano were now lying on their sides, Adriano lying behind her

sliding his glistening cock into her pussy while holding up her right leg,

apparently so that David could see everything.

Evie reached over to give him her hand again, and she actually smiled.

David returned her smile, trying to keep her upbeat.

Then she closed her eyes and moaned as Adriano began to pound her

again, rocking her entire body with the force of his penetration. David was

unable to turn away from the sight of that obscene phallus plunging into his

wife’s pussy – staring like a motorist driving by a shocking accident on the

road.

Evie kept her eyes closed, appearing to focus on breathing.

After an age, Adriano knelt up, holding her leg over his shoulder as he

continued to pump his cock into her little pink pussy. Was it never going to

end?

Then, at last, he was pulling his cock out of her, pulling her leg over so her

thighs parted over his, and he was groaning as his come spurted over her

chest, hitting her face, her breasts, dribbling over her stomach.

Evie was grinning, laughing even. It wasn’t something she did with David.

Messy, dirty, smeared all over her. She just giggled.

Perhaps it was shock.

David stroked her hand, reassuring her, but she just lay where she was, not

moving, perhaps unsure what to do now Adriano pulled himself away, so

casual, reaching for his clothes.

David said: “There’s only one month’s rent here.”

Evie suddenly looked at her husband, afraid.

Perhaps it just stressed the point that what had just happened had

happened for money, but David felt there was never going to be a good

time to bring it up. He had to bring it up now.

Doing up the belt on his jeans, Adriano beamed: “And it was worth every

penny, my friend.”

“We agreed two months.”

Adriano chuckled, “I could give you two months – but you’d only have to

give it back to pay the rent, no?”

It was a harsh truth.

“This way, you have another month, and maybe some spending money

too, right?” said their landlord’s son with a wicked grin. “Maybe you’ll

invite me back next month, huh? We’ll have some more good times.”

David groaned inwardly. God, and what did happen if it came to next

month, and neither of them still had jobs? The President wasn’t going to

turn the economy round in just four weeks, that was for sure.

“Here,” Adriano said once he’d pulled his t-shirt back on, and retrieved

another bill, passing it over to a horrified Evie.

A hundred.

“Call it a tip – you are certainly worth it,” Adriano smiled magnanimously.

Their lord and master.

Evie looked so awkward, uncomfortable as she took it from him, but a

hundred was a hundred. She stood, and David stood, but they left Adriano

to find his own way out.

On their own once again once the front door slammed, Evie stepped back

to show him the other man’s come smeared all over her, like he needed

reminding.

“That wasn’t so bad, sweetie,” she said quietly. “For 20 minutes in bed.”

“For 20 minutes – “

David looked at his watch – it was true. God, it felt as though at least an

hour or two had passed since he’d opened the door for Adriano. But the

guy had come and gone in substantially less than half an hour.

David sighed, “How was it for you?”

She shrugged, flicking some of her hair out of her sticky face, “It was

okay. He’s not as big as you… where it counts. It felt okay. I closed my

eyes and thought of you.”

Her hands came down to his pants now, and she gasped as she felt his

massive hardness.

“You liked watching me?” she asked.

David blushed, but he found a sudden overwhelming urge to keep his pain

to himself, to avoid any suggestion that her actions and his own consent

may have made him feel so terrible.

He said simply: “You’re a sexy girl, Evie, even with another man.”

She laughed, “You’re a strange one, David, you know that?”

And she reached to pull off his shirt, and then was fumbling with his belt.

“You want me to join you in the shower?” he asked, as she now forced his

pants down to the floor.

“I want you to finish me off – in the shower or wherever,” she said, her

voice husky with desire.

David felt a little tickle of unbridled lust flicker through him at the sudden

thought of fucking his wife right now, perhaps even there where she’d just

been with another man, sliding his chest over hers, while she was still sticky

with the filthy emissions of their landlord’s son.

He picked her up bodily, making her squeal in delight as he carried her two

steps, laid her out on the bed.

“Oh David…”

He felt her stretching around his cock as he fed it inside her hot, soaking

pussy, as though she’d become accustomed to having a smaller man within

her. It made it feel slightly different from normal, but good.

Was he truly revolting to be so aroused now at the thought his beautiful

bride had just slept with another man?

“What if we don’t get jobs before next month, David?”

He kissed her mouth as he pressed his body to hers, thrusting his charged

manhood into her. He said: “Don’t worry, we’ll be okay. I love you, right?”

“And I love you.”

He smiled, trying to ignore the feeling of pure chaos inside him, and added:

“It just might be a good idea for us to try and, at least, be friends with

Adriano for a while.”

*************

Kay’s Story
bytony090909©

This story contains details of wife sharing/adultery, so you should only

read it if that turns you on.

With special thanks to Kay who told me what actually happened and then

shared with me what she wished had happened.

* * * * * * * * * *

It probably helps if I tell you a bit about myself first. I’m forty-four and

Ken and I have been married for twenty-four years. I’m a brunette, five feet

four inches tall, 116 pounds and with a 36C bust.

I met Ken at college when I was eighteen; I hadn’t actually had many

boyfriends and was still a virgin. We’d been going out for two months

before things started to get serious. We got very passionate one evening

and almost before I realised it Ken had removed my panties and was

unzipping himself and trying to move between my legs.

I was hugely tempted to let him, but was even more worried about

becoming pregnant and managed to stop him. He apologised and said he

got carried away, but a week later we were alone in my room and inevitably

things got very passionate again.

Ken whispered in my ear that he had a condom and then began to remove

my panties. I made no attempt to stop him and seconds later his cock slid

into my very wet pussy. I was really impressed with the strength (hardness)

of his cock. My worries about the first time being painful proved

unnecessary; his cock felt lovely inside me and I realised I was going to

enjoy sex.

After that we had sex regularly and were married nearly two years later. Of

course we’ve had our ups and downs, but overall our marriage has been

fine. However for several years now I have wondered what it would be like

to have sex with another man. At first I felt guilty about these thoughts and

almost tried to pretend that I wasn’t having them. Then I realised it was just

natural curiosity and nothing to be ashamed of.

I’m rather shy and conservative, perhaps if I’d been more extrovert I might

have told Ken about these feelings. In truth there were a couple of

occasions in bed when I made hints about this and Ken seemed to

understand what I was suggesting. However we were too inhibited to

discuss these feelings and it became an unspoken subject.

It might well have stayed that way, but for a development at work. I’m a

legal secretary and as you can guess it’s quite a formal and correct work

atmosphere and I always dress in sensible business clothes.

One of our staff, Dave, is part of the group which includes my husband

who play golf most weekends. Very occasionally I see him socially. There

had been a barbeque and as it was a very hot day I wore an off the

shoulder sun dress. I was bending over one of the tables sorting out drinks

and when I looked up it was obvious that Dave had been enjoying a good

look down the front of my dress. I blushed and turned away.

When my embarrassment had subsided I was left with a definite feeling of

excitement. I know I don’t have a killer bust, but I’m not flat chested and I

have to be honest and say I was flattered to find another man looking at me

in a sexual way, even though I am distinctly middle aged.

That mild sexual charge was still with me when we returned home and I

made it clear to Ken that I wanted to have sex. As he was fucking me I told

him how I’d caught Dave sneaking a look at my tits. I didn’t want Ken to

get the wrong impression so I was careful to stress that I hadn’t done it

deliberately. He didn’t seem to mind and said that given the opportunity any

man would enjoy having a look at my tits. Nothing more was said because

Ken picked up the pace of his fucking and seconds later he came very

noisily.

At work on Monday I said hello to Dave just as normal and no one could

have detected any change in our relationship. But his eyes held mine for a

fraction longer than was necessary and hinted that I was no longer just a

work colleague and the wife of a golfing friend.

It was approaching lunchtime when I went down to the supply room. I

hadn’t been in there very long when Dave entered. It’s normally a pretty

quiet room and his sudden appearance seemed to be more than a

coincidence. That was confirmed when he apologised for the weekend. He

said looking down my dress hadn’t been deliberate and I looked so

attractive that any normal man would have done what he did. While he said

this he moved closer to me than was really necessary and I became aware

that my heart was beating rather fast.

“I hope I didn’t offend you,” he concluded. I said that he hadn’t. “Good,”

he murmured and moved in and kissed me. At first I stood very stiffly, but

then his left hand moved to my breast and began to squeeze and fondle it. I

did nothing to stop him, his kissing became more passionate and without

thinking about it I found myself responding.

That must have encouraged him because his hand moved to my hip and his

thumb began to caress the area just above my bush. It was very obvious

what his next target was going to be and as I was wearing a knee length

black skirt access wouldn’t be a problem, if I wanted to allow it.

That was the big question – did I want allow him intimate access? My

stomach was churning and I felt very aroused, but also very confused. At

last something exciting was happening to me, but at the same time I felt

very guilty. I heard a noise and jumped away from Dave with a start.

“Someone’s coming,” I said and hurried out of the room (though it turned

out that there wasn’t anyone). I didn’t return to my desk because I thought

people might notice how flustered I was, so instead I headed for the rest

room. Sat on the stall I touched the gusset of my panties — it was very

damp and confirmed just how aroused I was.

After that Dave minimised any contact with me. He didn’t snub me and

wasn’t rude, but it was clear he was avoiding making eye contact with me. I

felt both relieved and disappointed by that. If I’m honest the

disappointment was uppermost and I did find myself imagining a scenario

where Dave had pushed me face down across the table in the supply room

and mounted me from behind. I am naturally rather submissive and I like

the idea of a dominant male who is happy to take his pleasure.

Anyway the moment seemed to have passed, but I definitely found myself

thinking about what might have been.

Two weeks later the whole office had to stay late to complete a major case

we’d been working on for several weeks. It was 8pm when I found myself

taking the elevator down and as luck would have it I shared it with Dave.

A thundershower was crossing the city and at the main entrance we looked

out on a car park raked by torrential rain.

“Are you okay getting home in this?” Dave asked.

“Well it’s going to be interesting. I would have asked Ken to meet my train,

but he’s not due back until later.” Our eyes met and Dave held my gaze.

“Well if Ken’s not going to be back until later I can offer to fill the gap and

give you a lift home.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind. It will probably save me from getting

soaked.”

So we scurried across the car park and into Dave’s car. The windows

steamed up straight away and there was an awkward silence when Dave

leaned across me to wipe the passenger window.

It’s a fast road back home and it wasn’t long before Dave was pulling onto

the puddle filled drive in front of our house. All the way home this was the

moment I had been agonising about.

“I’ll see you safely into the house if you want,” Dave offered. We looked at

each other and although on the face of it his offer was perfectly reasonable,

there was an obvious subtext. It was still light, I was a grown woman and

was used to entering the house alone. There was no need to accept Dave’s

offer, but if I did we both knew what it meant.

“OK,” I said. “That would make me feel safer.”

We entered the house and Dave helped me slip my coat off. He hung it up

and turned back to me. My heart was pounding as he moved closer to me

and with his eyes fixed on mine he began to unbutton my blouse. Once all

the buttons were undone he pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my

skirt and, using both hands to push my breasts together, he buried his face

in my cleavage. After a moment he surfaced and began to kiss me.

One hand was squeezing my backside and the other started rubbing my

pussy through my skirt. Next his hand slid up inside my skirt and he can’t

have missed the message which my damp panties proclaimed.

His hand slid inside my panties, he was distracted briefly by my bush then

probed between my legs. First one finger slid into me, then a second. I was

very excited, but stopped him when he started to pull my panties down.

“Not here.”

“Where?”

“Upstairs.”

So I led Dave upstairs and to our marital bed. He pushed my blouse off my

shoulders and then unzipped my skirt. Now I was stood in just my lacy

white bra and pants set. Dave moved me across so I was stood in front of

our dressing table mirror and began to cuddle me from behind. One hand

fondled my breasts while the other slid inside my panties. The lacy front

panel meant I had a clear view of his hand working between my legs. It was

surprisingly arousing watching myself being caressed by Dave (a bit like

having your own private porn movie). I could feel his erection pressing

against my backside and it was very obvious that we were well past the

point of no return and his cock would soon be inside me.

He unclipped my bra and I shrugged it off. Then he tugged at my panties

and seconds later they were tossed carelessly to one side. I climbed

inbetween the sheets and watched as Dave undressed. He was probably in

his mid forties and was still in decent shape (no beer belly thankfully or he

wouldn’t have got this far). He took a condom from his wallet and placed it

on the bedside cabinet. Blushing slightly and unable to look him in the eye I

explained that he wouldn’t need to use a condom, I was safe and I wanted

to feel him cum inside me.

He pulled his shorts down and a pleasingly erect cock sprang into view. I

don’t know if I’m typical, but I do like to see an erect cock. They’re so

strong and aggressive looking and of course the knowledge that they’re like

that because you’ve excited them is a real turn-on. His ball sac was tight

and I realised my pussy was going to receive a full load of sperm.

He climbed into the bed and moved between my legs. There were no

preliminaries, we were both very excited and knew what we wanted. The

rubbery tip of his penis bumped against my inner thigh and Dave shifted

position slightly to correct his aim. His penis brushed against my pussy

sending a delicious shiver of excitement through me. Then it nuzzled

against my cunt lips and I suddenly felt light-headed, almost faint.

Please remember that I had only ever had sex with one man before this so it

was a pretty momentous event for me. Dave leaned forward, my cunt lips

parted and his cock slid into me. That was it – after twenty four years my

married pussy had finally yielded to another man’s cock. I gasped at that

first thrust, then gasped again as a second thrust took Dave deep into my

core.

I’ll be honest and say that Dave had an average sized cock and not some

monster which ravaged my inexperienced pussy. Physically he may not

have been very different from Ken, but I could easily tell it wasn’t Ken

fucking me. The whole feeling was quite different, mainly because Dave

was very forceful, pinning me down on the bed and ramming it into me in a

very direct, very masculine way.

We hadn’t really been fucking for very long when I thought he might be

going to cum. I wasn’t wrong and when he did he completely overwhelmed

me with the force of his passion.

It all happened very quickly — there was a final brutal thrust, he stuck a

finger up my backside, clamped his mouth over mine and kissed me

incredibly deeply. Every possible sexual opening was taken and I’ve never

felt so totally possessed before; suddenly I was arching my back and

shuddering as a series of orgasmic waves swept through me.

Dave collapsed on top of me and I lay there in something approaching a

daze. I hadn’t expected him to be such a combative lover — it was as

though he’d felt the need to pound me into submission. I couldn’t deny the

intensity of it, but I wasn’t sure how I would cope with it as your normal,

week in, week out style of lovemaking.

Of course I realised the clock was ticking and after a while I told Dave that

he would have to go. He made a token protest, but I think he was perfectly

content with what he’d had.

I slipped on a nightdress and a robe and saw him to the door. Before I

opened the door he kissed me again, slipped his hand inside my robe and

squeezed my breasts.

“You were wonderful,” he said. “I loved being inside you. Ken’s a lucky

man.”

I blushed at that and opened the door for him. I returned to the lounge and

watched as the lights of Dave’s car disappeared into the gathering gloom.

Was my husband a lucky man? We had a happy marriage, but I had spread

my legs for another man and had a load of his sperm in my pussy. It might

sound strange but I felt a need to share everything with my husband. Not

simply to confess, but to involve him and make him part of it.

I knew it might go disastrously wrong, but somehow I had this idea that it

would take us to a different level of intimacy, one that not many couples

reach.

The event Ken was attending was due to finish at 10pm and true to form a

text arrived just after the hour saying he was leaving shortly. We have sent

each other sexy text messages in the past, but my reply was much more

direct than usual.

Hurry home. I need your cock inside me. xxxxx

Seconds later my phone beeped as his reply arrived.

BURMA

I had to laugh at that. There was a comedy we’d seen a couple of months

back where a husband sent his wife a message containing just that single

word. Apparently it stood for Be Upstairs Ready My Angel; not one I’d

heard of before.

Anyway I went upstairs, slipped my clothes off and got in bed. Of course I

was very aware that a short while ago I had been laid back in this bed

gasping and groaning as Dave rammed his cock into my adulterous pussy.

Now I was going to seduce my husband into accepting what had

happened.

About fifteen minutes later I heard his car pull onto our drive. The house

door opened, then closed, there was the sound of his key in the lock and

then he rushed upstairs. He grinned with delight when he saw me in bed

and began to undress with indecent haste.

His cock was erect and swung lewdly in front of him as he climbed on the

bed. He grabbed hold of me, kissed me and slid his hand between my legs.

He must have expected the normal moist arousal of a married pussy;

instead he got slick wetness and cunt lips which were still gaping from the

passage of another man’s cock. That stopped him in his tracks.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his eyes puzzled. I wriggled to one side to get

him right between my legs, then grabbed his cock and guided it towards

my pussy.

“I know, but please fuck me, just fuck me.”

“But…what…you?” he stuttered. I pulled him to me and his cock slid into

me, making us both gasp.

“Yes, I’ve been fucked. I’ll explain later, but now just fuck me. I need you

to cum inside me.”

The results were explosive. A burst of intense fucking then the familiar

stiffening and swell of his cock and the lovely warm, wet feeling as he

released his load inside me.

Laid together afterwards I described what had happened. It wasn’t a long

or very detailed account because Ken became erect and had to have me

again. It had been a long time since he’d cum twice in one session and was

a clear sign of how much this had excited him.

The next week or so was a sexual blur because we made love daily.

Inevitably it involved me retelling what had happened with Dave and we

discovered the pleasure of some dirty talk. Ken referred to me as his slut

(and very obviously got a kick out of that), so I told him to fuck his slut.

Previously we had never used the C word, but now Ken told me what a

lovely, fuckable cunt I had and for my part I urged him to fill my cunt with

his sperm.

Of course we talked about where this was all going to lead and we both

agreed that there wouldn’t be anything further with Dave.

A week later Dave again intercepted me in the supply room and clearly

hoped to arrange another liaison. As gently as possible I explained that

what had happened was a one-off and wasn’t going to be repeated. I said

that a relationship at work was too dangerous, neither of us wanted to be

looking for a new job and we should leave it at that. He was disappointed,

but could see the sense in what I said.

I guess if there is another barbeque we perhaps ought to find an excuse for

not attending. I’m not sure how comfortable Ken would be seeing Dave

and thinking he’s fucked my wife, his cock has fired a load of sperm into

my wife’s pussy. We haven’t discussed that, though I think our new found

intimacy can cope with it if need be.

Ken and I do have a weekend away planned. We went shopping together

and I got a new dress and some new lingerie. Exactly what will happen on

that weekend we haven’t decided.

Ken has asked me if I want to take a lover again and I said that as long as

he was comfortable with it then yes I was interested. I wouldn’t want it to

be a regular thing, but the idea of being discretely promiscuous and

occasionally indulging myself in a special treat does appeal to me.

**********

Watching My Wife
bydesired_scarlette©

“Bye honey, I’m late!” I quickly kissed Annabelle’s cheeks and rushed

down the stairs, adjusting my tie. I quickly said bye to Dave, my younger

brother, who was watching a reality T.V. show downstairs.

“Bye, John,” Dave waved.

“Take care of Anna,” I yelled, grabbing my keys and rushing out to the car.

I didn’t want to lose my job. I was going to take to a plane to the

California. It was only three a.m., and it was still dark outside. I just wanted

to get to California early. The money was a little bit tight; and me and Anna

were thinking about having a baby.

Anna and I have been married for three years. She has a great personality,

not to mention the beautiful titanic breasts. She has curves in all the right

places, and her full, red lips always beg to be kissed. Her blonde hair is

down to her belly button, long and luscious, just how I like it. She had

bright blue eyes that always gleamed with happiness.

I could always trust my dear Anna, but sometimes I have thoughts about if

she thinks about Dave, a little too much. I see the way Dave looks at her

sometimes; and it makes me kind of nervous.

I remember visiting my parents at the age of 26, since my mom was getting

a little bit sick. I walked in on Dave wanking, and his dick looked almost 9

inches. He was only 17 at the time. Dave had a little bit of a reputation to

break up relationships, and hopefully he didn’t think about breaking up this

one. Anna is the one.

Dave was only 23 to my 32, and he was lean and muscular. He had dark

brown eyes, and he had this kind of mean vibe about him that made him a

bit scary. Dave was staying with me and Anna because he got kicked out

of his house by his landlord. He fucked his landlord’s wife.

I hopped inside of the truck. Hopefully Anna remembered that she was

supposed to get the truck back from the airport and bring it back home. I

drove a couple of blocks away when I finally noticed that I forgot my

damn suitcase with my project supplies. I cursed and sped home. I noticed

that Dave’s car was still there, when around this time, he goes to the gym.

He likes to go to the gym very early for some reason.

Curious, and forgetting about my job and the plane, I quietly opened the

door and walked in. I peeked in the living room, to find out that Dave

wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore.

“What the heck?” I thought.

I silently walked upstairs, and Dave’s door was wide open. He wasn’t in

there either, and I didn’t hear the sound of the shower on.

Our bedroom door was open, when Annabelle usually keeps it closed. I

kneeled down and crawled to the door, probably looking stupid. I peeked

in and saw that Dave was kneeling over Annabelle. Anna was still asleep.

“You are so sexy, Anna,” Dave whispered. “I’m going to have you, and

you are going to like it!”

At that point, I should of walked in and punched the hell out of Dave, and

kicked him out of the house. But for some unknown reason, I didn’t.

“Oh, yeah,” Dave slowly unzipped his pants and took it off, which

exposed his white briefs. He took off his shirt to reveal his six pack.

Dave moved the covers away from Anna. He gasped. Anna always slept

naked. Dave moaned.

He suckled on Anna’s pink nipples. When Anna moaned, he paused. “Oh,

John,”

She thought he was me!

He continued kissing down her body until he met her love spot. He spread

her legs and fingered her while licking her clit.

In no time, she was cumming, while screaming my name.

Dave rose up and kissed her, and paused to think. He probably wanted a

blowjob, but he decided not to get one.

Dave spread her legs and mounted her. His dick was bigger than I last seen

it. His purple head slowly was engulfed by Anna’s beautiful, bald, pussy.

Me, being only 5.5 inches long, knew that Anna would automatically know

that I wasn’t the one inserting my dick into her.

She was moaning until Dave passed the 5.5 mark, entering a place I could

never reach. She quickly opened her eyes and yelled.

“No, no! I’m married to your brother!” Anna was pushing Dave back.

Dave, not caring, pushed in more.

Anna moaned once more. “No, no, please…” Anna pleaded, getting quieter

and quieter each time until she wasn’t pleading anymore.

Dave smirked. His smirk was quickly replaced by a frown when he found

that Anna couldn’t take any more of him. He was at the seven inch mark.

I was the only guy who ever fucked Anna, and Anna never used a dildo in

her life. She wasn’t accustomed to this size.

“No,” Anna gasped. Dave brought his lips down to Anna and pulled out,

and shoved back in, his whole 10 inches going inside of her.

She broke off the kiss and yelled a yell that was full of pain, but satisfaction

ruled over it.

Dave slowly pumped in and out, while Anna came two times in ten minutes.

Dave slowly switched to long, hard strokes which made the whole bed

protest.

“Oh, yes, your pussy is so tight,” Dave moaned.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Yes!” Anna pushed back onto Dave.

Dave grunted loudly and switched to short strokes, that sent Anna into a

frenzy. She was cumming harder than ever before.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Dave groaned. His body started to jerk and he pressed his

dick up to Anna’s big butt and grinded it.

I then realized that they didn’t use protection. Anna and I always used

protection, since she was allergic to the pill. My mind reeled with the

possibilities.

I noticed that Dave started to grind his dick over Anna’s pussy again, and

Anna grinded back.

“Let’s go to your room,” Anna said, breathless. “Don’t you want the smell

of my pussy all over the sheets?”

My Anna wasn’t like this. My heart stung. Dave groaned loudly and picked

Anna up. She was still on his dick.

I quickly moved into the bathroom right next to Dave’s room, hiding

behind the door. I thought they would of caught me, but they were too

caught up in their lust to check if someone was around.

When they got in the room and didn’t close the door, I slowly crept out

and kneeled behind the door.

Dave brought Anna on the bed, and he resumed grinding on her.

“Mmm,” Anna said.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dave replied.

“Let me taste you,” Anna said.

Dave reluctantly pulled out and Anna jumped on him. I never seen her with

this much enthusiasm during sex.

Why aren’t I stopping him? I could divorce Anna. But for some reason, the

bulge in my pants told me not to. This was really turning me on.

Anna sucked Dave’s cock like a porn star, and she played with his balls.

Dave was humping his dick to her mouth, and almost came when Anna put

her finger in his ass.

“No, I want to come in you,” Dave pulled out, hesitantly.

Dave grabbed Anna, flipped her over, and slapped her ass twice, leaving

red, angry hand prints.

Anna squealed, but pushed her ass back for more. “Dave, fuck me,” Anna

looked back seductively.

Dave groaned and put his whole 10 inches in her with one single stroke.

Both of them moaned.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” Anna pushed back.

Dave pumped harder and harder. Suddenly, he pulled out.

“Get on top of me,” He demanded.

She quickly got on top of him and sat on him. She rubbed against him,

while Dave pumped in and out of her. This went on for about ten minutes

until Anna started to squeal again.

“Oh, yeah, give me your cum!” Anna screamed.

Dave moaned and dumped his load into her.

I made the mistake off moaning with him, which made them scramble away

from each other.

“Did you hear that?” Anna whispered.

“No,” Dave lied.

Shit!

*****

My Wife, The Hot Nurse
bySLICKHEAD©

Let me just start at the beginning about how my husband got me into

having sex with other men, To start I am a 38 year old attractive Brunette

with a sexy body and I am a nurse.

It all started with my husband Tim in the Hospital for a few days and one

night while I was working I came in to look in on him during my break and

he talked me into giving him a Blowjob , even with another man in the bed

next to him with just a curtain separating them.

I was a little hesitant at first but when I seen his cock I had to suck it, I was

licking and sucking his cock like a hungry slut and after a few minutes of

my mouth magic he lifted his hips and moaned as he filled my mouth with

his hot load.

I swallowed all of it and then was totally surprised when the guy in the next

bed said he needed some nursing like that, he had watched the whole thing

of me sucking Tim’s cock and then to my surprise Tim told me to go

ahead and give him a little cock nursing .

Tim had told me on more than one occasion that he wanted to watch me

have sex with other guys but I never gave it much thought till this moment.

The other guys name was Roger and he already had his cock in his hand

stroking it, he was a few years older than Tim and had a nice size cock,

Tim told me to be a good nurse and make Roger fill as good as I had made

him fill.

I was in a daze with what was happening and just walked over to Roger

and told him to lay back, with that I leaned over and started licking Roger’s

cock up and down it’s shaft then rapping my lips around it took it in my

mouth and sucked it all the way to it’s base, I was getting so hot knowing I

had a strange cock in my mouth sucking it while Tim was right there

watching me.

It wasn’t long before Roger moaned and I felt his thick liquid coat the back

of my throat I kept sucking till I had every drop and when his cock got

limp I let it pop out of my mouth.

Tim had a big grin on his face and so did Roger , I ended up sucking

Roger’s cock three more times for Tim to watch before they got relished

from the hospital.

That’s how this whole thing got started and know I work a few nights a

week at this rehabilitation facility for elderly people with different types of

injuries , on more than one occasion some of the older gentleman would

grab my ass and I have even had a few to fondle my breast while checking

on them.

Then to my surprise I had a man named Dave one night offer to pay me to

rub his cock for him, but I declined until he gave me the sob story that he

had not had a woman touch him or he touch a woman in ten years, he was

68 and I felt so bad for him that I caved in to his demands free of coarse.

I put some lotion on my hand and rubbed his cock and then to my surprise

it grew in my hand to about 8 inches and thick ,I kept stroking and it wasn’t

long before he came all over my hands ,I cleaned up the load he had got on

the sheets and my hands.

He thanked me over and over and I went on my rounds.

When I got home I told Tim what had happened and he told me that I

should have sucked on his cock to give him the full pleasure and also let

him rub on my pussy since it had been so long for the old guy.

So when it was my turn to work at the facility again it wasn’t long before

Dave was asking me for a helping hand with something , so when I went in

to see him later in the night he already had his dick out and was rubbing it ,

but I shocked him when I asked him if he wanted to touch my pussy and

rub on me.

He said he had wanted to touch me from the first time he had seen me, so I

slid my pants down a little and then my panties , He wasted know time

sliding a finger into my wet hole and worked it in and out while playing with

my clit till I had a heart pounding orgasm , I even let him kiss and suck on

my tits.

After the way he had made me feel I thought about what Tim had said and

went down on Dave’s cock licking its shaft and then sucking it in my mouth

, I could barely fit it in my mouth as thick as it was , but I sucked as much

as I could in and he moaned and I knew he was going to fill my mouth with

ten years of pint up desire’s and then I felt cock veins swell in my mouth

and then it seemed like he came and came till I couldn’t swallow it all and

some of his salty load dribbled out the corners of my mouth.

So know on a regular base I will service Dave and I have even let him fuck

me with his big cock a few times and know Dave has let the word slip

around about what I have been doing for him and know I have three other

men that want some of my special nursing skills so know I have to suck off

four men on the nights I work and some times I will let them fuck me along

with playing with my pussy and tits.

Tim loves to hear all the hot details of my nightly rounds at the clinic and

know he wants to watch instead of just hearing about it he even wants to

invite some of his friends into our sex antics while he watches me take on 3

or 4 guys at once .

So he invited some guys over one night and we all sat around drinking and

talking and he had me wear a sexy little outfit that high lighted my every

curve .

He had me act like I had to much to drink and just act passed out on the

couch next to him , he then got up and left me in there while he went to the

bath room, he also acted like he was drunk and stayed in our bedroom laid

out across the bed.

Rick one of his buddies got up and went to check on him and seen he was

on the bed out of it , I could hear him tell Mike, Jerry, and Donnie that Tim

was out.

Then I heard Jerry say what were they going to do with Joyce, and Donnie

said I know what I’d like to do to her and Rick told him to go ahead she

want know what going on and with that Donnie slid over next to me not

knowing I was faking being passed out , he slid his hands up under my

short skirt and was squeezing my bare ass with just my thong on .

Then Mike joined in and they laid me over on the couch on my back , then

Jerry unzipped my skirt and opened it up to be looking at my see thru black

thong and it want but I few minutes that they had me stripped naked and

was kissing and licking my erect nipples and Rick had his fingers working

in and out of my pussy .

The guys was so busy working me over they did not notice that Tim was in

the back ground with his video camera going .

All four guys took turns licking my pussy , sucking on my tits and nipples

until Donnie said he couldn’t take it any longer he had to fuck me, and with

that they spread my legs wider and Donnie rubbed his hard cock up and

down my wet slit and then eased it inside of me , after a few minutes of

steady pumping I had a orgasm that shook my whole body .

I then acted to awake a little and mumbled like it was Tim fucking me , then

I said put your cock in my mouth baby and Rick was more than happy to

and eased his cock into my mouth ,he fucked my mouth with a smooth in

and out motion and then Donnie had reentered my hot pussy , It was my

first time having two cocks at once , Donnie then filled my pussy with his

hot load and Rick pulled out of my mouth and entered my cum soaked

pussy then he added his load to pussy.

Before the night was over all four guys had fucked my mouth and finished

by filling my pussy with there hot loads , I had cum running down the

crack of my ass and legs, after all the action they got dressed and left my

cum soaked pussy naked on the couch .

Tim came in after they left and we kissed and then he added his hot load on

every one else load, Tim said that was the most exciting thing he had ever

seen with four guys taking turns fucking me , we both watched the video

and are already planning another fuck fest but this time I want to suck cock

while being fucked and have the guys cum in all my holes while I’m awake

and having fun and Tim can even join in so maybe I can take on five or six

guys this time.

Maybe that can be our next story!!

************

Compromised
byNo Panty Girl©

We had departed Papua, New Guinea outbound to find an island to spend

the next week in solicitude.

The Zaka was loaded stem to stern with a fresh load of supplies as her

bow cut the sea on an east south east course leaving civilization astern.

Zaka was a forty foot Sabre with an auxiliary diesel and could easily be

sailed by my husband and me. John had retired early from his successful

dental practice and we had purchased Zaka to experience our dream of

sailing around the world.

We had purchased Zaka in San Diego and set sail out into the Pacific in our

pride and joy.

Both John and I were skilled sailors having owned a thirty-two foot Shark

in which we had explored the inland waters of the Great Lakes. This was to

be our first salt water voyage.

During our first few days out of San Diego we familiarized ourselves with

Zaka’s little quirks and characteristics and soon we had bonded with our

new home.

Our new life was wonderful, once out of sight of shore John and I shed our

clothes and cavorted naked on Zaka’s deck. Well off the shipping lanes we

were in a world of our own and away from prying eyes. We were able to

eat, tan and make love on Zaka’s vast foredeck without fear of being

observed.

New Guinea was our first scheduled port of call on out itinerary. After a

week at sea we needed to refill our fresh water tank and restock the

refrigerator.

After a luxurious bubble bath and a good night’s sleep at Papau’s Mandang

Hotel we set sail early the following morning on the next leg of our voyage.

The waters were more populated as we left Papua and were compelled to

wear swimsuits until eventually we were able to get nude again.

Tuvaki appeared on the horizon just as the chart had predicted. Tuvaki is a

small island, just under a mile in length and deserted since the Americans

had used it as petrol supply depot during the war.

We had hoped to have Tuvaki to ourselves to enjoy for a few days but as

we got closer we could see the masthead of another boat bobbing in a

lagoon on the shoreline. It was time to don our suits again.

As the island grew larger we could make out the hulls of a pale blue

catamaran laying at anchor and a curl of smoke coming from a campfire on

the beach. The occupants of the other boat had gone ashore to cook their

dinner.

Zaka glided into the lagoon alongside the cat were we dropped sail and the

anchor. Squaring away the rigging John launched the Zodiac over Zaka’s

stern and we boarded to go ashore and meet our new neighbors.

The roar of the Mercury outboard coming to like with a puff of blue smoke

sent a flock of birds into the sky as John pointed the inflatable towards the

beach.

They came out of the wooded shoreline to investigate the noise. The

Tournay’s were a young couple, he about thirty and his blonde wife a few

years younger.

Dave came over to greet us grabbing the Zodiac’s painter and dragging us

up onto the sand.

There was the customary shaking of hands and introductions as we

became acquainted with our fellow islanders.

Dave told us he and his wife Judy were from Canada and had won enough

money in a lottery to realize their dream similar to ours of buying a boat

and sailing the seas.

Dave said they had been cruising port to port for eight months stopping

here and there at their pleasure.

Dave was a good looking man of about five foot eleven with a well tanned

athletic body and sporting a dark moustache and beard matching his wavy

hair. He wore only a pair of cut-off kaki shorts and a pair of Dockers

boating shoes.

His wife Judy was a frumpy redhead that needed to loose twenty pounds to

fit into the two piece swimsuit that barely covered her.

The Tournay’s informed us they had arrived the day before and spent the

previous night aboard their boat before coming ashore to explore the

island.

Dave told us they had found an old rusted metal shed in the bush with a

bunch of old American junk scattered around it.

He said the far side of the island was a super white sand beach with the

prevailing wind pounding it with terrific surf. He had wanted to try surfing

and was looking for something he could make into a surf board.

John was an avid surfer and the two of them begin discussing what they

could use to ride the breakers.

Judy told me that she had worked as a cleaner at their local hospital before

they hit it big on the lottery. She had married Dave ten years earlier when

she was twenty-two. Dave had been a truck driver who had come into the

coffee shop where she worked at the time and swept her off her feet.

Judy was not use to male attention and had always been a wallflower at

school dances. Dave’s sudden attention overwhelmed her and before she

knew it she found herself getting married to him.

Judy confided that Dave was a sex maniac wanting her only for sex. She

said she had to have sex with her husband three times a day or he was not

happy.

I thought of how many women would be envious of her problem. I was

lucky if John wanted to make love to me once a week.

She also told me that her husband wanted to get her into “swinging”,

exchanging sexual partners with other couples. She had tried it a couple of

times but didn’t like it.

Judy and I continued chatting while we got our dinner ready. The guys

were absorbed in their surfing plans.

I was relieved when we were back aboard Zaka after eating on the beach

with the Tournay’s.

John and I made long leisurely love before falling off to sleep. I always

slept well aboard Zaka with the water softly lapping against her hull. I

dropped off with Dave Tounnay on my mind for some unexplainable

reason.

Early the following morning John discovered a crack forming in Zaka’s

fiberglass hull by the bilge water pump discharge port. It was not leaking

yet but with the hulls constant twisting and bending while under sail it could

become worse. Jon knew it should be repaired as soon as possible.

John and Dave discussed sailing Zaka back to Papua to have the repairs

made. Dave said the trip could make the problem worse and suggested

John take his boat and sail to Papua and pickup a repair kit. Dave said his

cat could make the round trip in three days.

John agreed to Dave’s plan and rather than leaving us women alone it was

decided Judy would accompany John as she knew the boat and Dave

would stay with me on the Zaka.

Dave and I watched from Zaka’s deck as the catamaran vanished over the

horizon.

I had dressed fairly conservatively during our stay on Tuvaki not wanting

to arouse Dave’s vulgar desires. I knew I was going to have to hold him at

bay for the next three days but I could not tell my husband or he would not

agreed to make the necessary trip.

I tried to remain distant to Dave as the remainder of the day progressed.

John had only been gone a few hours and already I missed him.

We went though the motions of cooking our dinner ashore and then

boarded Zaka for the night.

There was plenty of cabin space for privacy aboard Zaka with a captain’s

quarters on the port side and a separate crew’s sleeping cabin up forward.

Dave said he would bunk in the crew’s cabin.

That first night Dave was on his best behavior. Gentleman like in every

regard and treating me as if our spouses were still present. Bundled up to

the neck in my flannel robe I bid him goodnight as he adjourned to his

cabin.

I slept a restless sleep that night imagining every noise was the sounds of

Dave entering my room. I kept the covers up to my chin in spite of the

tropical temperature. Dawn came with no justification for my fears.

“What do you want to do today?” Dave asked over our morning coffee.

I told him I had some chores to catch up on, laundry and some

housecleaning around the cabins.

Dave said it was too nice a day to waste working and we should go and

explore the other side of the island. I had not yet seen the island’s

windward side and was easily talked into accompanying him for the short

trek.

I changed into my cut-off blue jean shorts and a light cotton sleeveless top

and applying a liberal amount of insect repellant we set off.

Dave was my Tarzan, hacking a trail through the thick underbrush with his

home-made machete. About fifteen minutes later we emerged from the

jungle on the other side of our island home.

Sweat was dripping from us from the intense humidity in the lush green

jungle we had just transverse. The crystal blue waters sparkled before us

with gentle surf lapping up onto the white sand.

“Want to cool off?” Dave asked.

The water did look inviting but neither of us had thought to bring our

swimsuits. I did not want to appear reserved enough to wear my outer

clothes into the water so I stripped down to my bra and panties and run

into the surf with Dave on my heels.

The water felt so cool and refreshing as I dove under the surface. When I

resurface I stood in water waist-deep and saw my bra had become

transparent. My stiff nipples were clearly discernable through the thin, wet

material.

Dave porpoise to the surface some three feet from me and immediately his

eyes locked on my semi-naked breasts.

I looked down into the clear water and saw Dave was not wearing anything,

his free cock swayed in the current like a hunting eel. I knew if I could see

his cock he would be able to see me through my wet panties.

Our eyes locked together as he approached me.

Dave took me into his arms and I could feel his erection pressing against

my belly with only a thin layer of silk between us.

I did not resist his advances but raised my lips to meet his. It was a

passionate kiss with our tongues entwined in a preliminary joust to love

making.

“No, on the beach!” I said as his hand started to pull down the waistband

of my panties.

Dave held my hand as we waded ashore.

I selected a patch of lush grass close to the water’s edge and under the

canopy of palms. As I lay down Dave removed my wet underwear

rendering me naked for his pleasure.

My legs opened as I lay naked on the grass welcoming this stranger to

enter me. Dave’s muscular body covered me as I waited for his cock to go

into my waiting passageway.

Closing my eyes I felt his mushroom head searching my pubic hair for the

concealed entrance to my womanhood.

I had ceased shaving during our voyage opting for the natural look

preferred my many of the South Seas women. Dave’s cock parted my curly

locks like a divining rod seeking water. Finding a trace of moisture he

parted my labia and begins his journey into me.

The first noticeable thing was Dave’s cock was thicker than John’s,

stretching my vaginal walls beyond what John’s did to gain entry. I winced

with the unusual discomfort of accommodating such a large member.

Dave impaled me with a smooth and powerful thrust, his carbide-hard

auger digging its way towards my cervix. Mercifully I felt his ball come to

rest on my pussy lips, he was entirely in me.

Dave was the first man I had allowed to make love to me in fifteen years.

There had been the one time I was raped at the office party by a drunken

coworker. I had attended the party unaccompanied as John was away on a

dental conference and we had not long been married. Being a naïve twenty

-two-year-old I had trustingly attended the party unescorted in hopes of

getting my mind of John’s absence for an evening.

I had drunk a bit too much and was the belle of the dance floor jiving it up

with all the husbands who wanted a turn with the woman in the red dress.

Fred Pearce the company’s bookkeeper had lured me into a cloakroom and

had his wicked way with me. Between the racks of coats he had fucked me

standing up and blown a huge load into me.

He left me sobbing with his sperm running down the insides of my legs as

he rejoined his wife in the banquet room.

Now another man was in me and I was wrapping my legs around his hips

drawing his cock deeper into my hungry cunt.

Was I a nymphomaniac? Had my husband not fucked me less than twenty

-four hours ago? Why did I need this stranger’s cock in me now?

Questions flooded my mind as I moaned softly.

Dave had begin fucking me. Slowly at first his huge cock started its in and

out stokes with my vaginal wall sticking to it like a rubber glove.

“Fuck me Dave!” I moaned just before we kissed.

It had been a long time since I was fucked like Dave fucked me. He was

aggressive yet his cock seemed tailor made for my pussy. The curvature of

his tool brought sensation to parts of my fuck hole that my husband’s

neglected, I was heating up fast.

I didn’t think I was capable of another orgasm having come with John just a

couple of nights previous, one orgasm a week was my custom if I were

lucky. Yet I could feel the beginning of a possible climax stirring around

Dave’s cock.

Like most women I had experienced countless orgasms, some memorial

but most routine. The process of coming had become automatic with the

proper cock action in my cunt. Dave’s cock promised something different.

At first it was just a hint of an orgasm, a low murmuring of things to come.

As his cock fell into an allegro rhythm inside of me it was if he were

fanning a flame turning it into an inferno. He gradually progressed to his

crescendo dragging me along with him.

We climaxed in perfect harmony, Dave’s sperm deluging the fire he had

started within me.

“Oh yes Baby!” I moaned as my orgasm claimed me.

I could do nothing but lay there with the ejaculating bull between my legs as

shock waves trammeled my body.

I could feel the orgasm in my entire body, my teeth my hair and even my

toenails!

Eventually a final shiver passed through me signaling the completion of my

orgasm.

I was conquered and I was now Dave’s whore. For the next two days I

would be his to do with as he pleased.

We fucked on that beach for almost an hour before we returned to Zaka.

Back aboard Zaka we screwed again, this time in mine and John’s bed.

Dave was like the Eveready Rabbit; he just kept going and going.

Finally I had to ask Dave to stop so we could get something to eat. The

sun was going down and we hadn’t eaten all day.

Reluctantly Dave allowed me to make us some burgers on Zaka’s cooking

stove. As I watched the blue alcohol flame sizzling the quarter-pound beef

burgers I knew Dave was going to want to pound my pussy some more

after we had eaten. Not use to our fucking marathon my cunt was starting

to get sore.

We ate our burgers sitting at the galley table, Dave naked and me wearing

only a calico apron.

Dave scarfed his burger washing it down with a couple of beers anxious to

get back at my body.

“Let’s fuck some more.” He said jumping up from the table with his

perpetual erection threatening my worn-out pussy.

“Come here, I want to suck it!” I answered.

Dave’s eyes light up and he smiled when I volunteered to put his cock in

my mouth. I doubted whether Judy had ever offered to give his a blowjob.

Dave walked over to me holding his hard cock in his hand.

The head of his pecker was almost touching my lips when I took the hard

shaft from him. Opening my mouth wide I guided him into my waiting

mouth.

My lips sealed around his shaft as his cock lay on my tongue. He was big,

a real mouthful. I tilted my head back so his cockhead could enter my

throat.

Back in my high school days I had become quite proficient at

deepthroating cocks. I had a reputation amongst the boys and was never

without a date.

Carefully I worked him into me until my lower lip touched his sack, I had

his eight or nine inches of cock completely in my head.

My tongue begins to do its magic routine, caressing the underside of his

meat and swirling up and around each side. All the while I was sucking and

forming a perfect vacuum chamber around his cock.

“Oh fuck yes!” Dave moaned as his hips began bucking.

He firmly held the back of my head while he skull-fucked me.

My jaw was starting to get sore before he came. I didn’t think he would

have that much jism left in him but when he started to shoot spurt after

spurt of thick cream flooded my mouth. His cock was far enough into my

throat for most of his snot to slide down my gullet like a big juicy worm.

As the last of his sperm dribbled from his cockhead my tongue licked him

clean.

“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Dave asked.

“I get around.” I smiled taking a last lick at his spent cock.

“Your husband is one lucky man!” Dave exclaimed.

Thankfully John and Judy made good time and the blue cat slipped into the

lagoon early in the third day following their departure.

John had obtained the necessary repair supplies he required and he was

glad to be back to his two loves, Zaka and me.

“Well, how was he?” Judy looked at me knowingly.

“What do you mean?” I asked trying to look confused.

“Dave did you like his cock in you?” she replied.

My mind started spinning, she knew all the time! she and Dave had planned

my seduction before leaving.

That started me wondering about her and John, he wouldn’t, would he?

***************

My Young Brother-In-Law
byqualitywheat©

Hi, I am Sally, Sally Daniels, I am 28, live in a plush house, my husband is

in banking, and no, he is not a nerd, he makes us a very good living, I am

happy, love my life, it’s uncomplicated, (Well it was!)

I have 2 small children, and generally life is better than good.

As I said I am 28, 5ft tall, very good looking in my small way, elfin type,

short dark/black hair that is pixie looking and I love it, I always used to

wear it long, but I thought it was time for the new me, I’m about 100lb have

a great figure, no funny bumps, symmetrical to my size, slim waist, slim

hips, legs that taper to my dainty feet, my hands are small and dainty too.

I am fit, drink very little, don’t smoke, I have Bridget Bardot lips, that men

of all ages look at, and I know what most of them think, “how they would

love my hot mouth wrapped around their cocks!”

I am sexy, I dress sexy, look sexy, and I love sex, my husband is

constantly under pressure to keep me happy, or else I tell him, I will look

elsewhere, although I would never dream of being unfaithful, he believes

me, so he does keep me happy in bed.

I am flirty in my ways, and love the attention men and boys give me, lots of

my friends are jealous of the way I look but I can’t help that can I?

My problems, if you can call them that, was when his younger brother

Donny, who was 17 at the time, and started baby sitting for us, I would

never leave my kids, but my husband persuaded my that Donny was just

the guy to be trusted, so I gave in, and one Saturday night we went out for

the first time alone for a long time.

This led to other Saturday nights, that led to more and more, Donny was

fantastic, he loved doing it, and his elder brother paid him too, so we were

all happy, By the way, I had noticed him checking me out, the more time’s

he came by, the more he made it obvious, he didn’t do it when Dave was

around, just when he was alone with me.

I must confess he was and still is very good looking, not very tall about 5ft

9″ but as I was to find out later he more than made up for being short in

height by being ‘big’ elsewhere, lol, he had lots of girlfriends and sometimes

he would bring a new one along to baby sit, and I don’t know why, but I

felt a little jealous, there he would be ogling me, then a girl would knock on

the door, and he would see us off with a cheery wave, and wink at me!

This went on for a year or more, well after his 18th birthday, he was

starting to show signs of real masculine manhood in his demeanour, as his

birthday arrived and officially entered manhood at 18, I thought it added to

his growing personality.

Then came my marriage fidelity downfall, Donny had girlfriends, and I

know he was having sex, but he was old enough to go his own way, do his

own thing etc, he had seen us off at the door, he was on his own this night,

we were going to a ball in town.

I had on a long silk strapless gown in white satin, it was gorgeous, I didn’t

wear a bra or panties, I didn’t want to spoil the lines of my body, bit like

Pippa at Kate’s wedding, I also wore a little gold necklace, and matching

dangly earrings, and I knew how good I looked, I was really looking

forward to flirting and teasing other men.

I had left Dave’s number, for Donny to call in case things went awry with

the kids, as I always did, and I had his own number in my mobile phone

too, but as we walked out of the door to leave, he made sure Dave wasn’t

looking as usual, and gave me a very crude wink, and a somewhat sexy

sneer, I loved it,

Then he did the one thing that led to my unfaithfulness to my husband with

his 18 year old brother, he flagrantly grabbed his privates, and intimated to

me that he wanted to fuck me, he just mouthed the words, ‘I want fuck

you, okay?’ I was shocked and stunned, but massively aroused in that 2 or

3 seconds of him grabbing himself so lewdly, and saying that.

I know I flushed because Dave asked me if I was okay, I just told him I

was excited about the evening.

As the evening wore on, I got more and more aroused by Donny’s intimate

suggestion to me, I wanted fucking, some of the men there that night would

never know that if they had got me on their own, I would have let anyone

of them fuck me wherever!

About 11:00 pm I was unable to control myself any further, I went to the

ladies and called Donny, and just said to him ‘call Dave, tell him you need

me home because one of the kids is unwell, and can I go back for ½ an

hour.’

I was next to Dave when his mobile went, and took the message, he started

apologising as we would have to leave, I told him, ‘nonsense, give me the

keys, I’ll go home and be back in an hour, I don’t want to spoil the night.’

He reluctantly agreed, and I flew out of the building, dived into the car and

raced home.

When I got back, I walked in, slapped Donny’s face and ordered him

upstairs to my bedroom, he did as I said, and I followed him, I was nearly

orgasming as I went upstairs after him, my pussy was red hot!

I told him, ‘go and sit on the bed, face the window and don’t turn around.’

‘Okay,’ he muttered, thinking I was going to bollock him uphill and down

dale.

I stood on the opposite side of the bed behind him, and quietly unzipped

my dress, let it slip to the floor, and climbed over the bed to his back.

The first inkling he had of anything going on, was when I slipped my arms

around him and started kissing his neck, he moaned involuntarily, as I said

to him, ‘so you wanna fuck me, do you?’

‘Well’, I murmured into his ear, ‘if you do, you’ve got about 30 minutes to

do it in, so get on with it boy!’

As I was saying this I was undoing his shirt and ran my nails over his

smooth strong chest, then slipped my hand down over his balls, and

grabbed what I was to find out, was a very beautiful strong hard powerful

prick.

He spun around to find me completely naked apart from my jewellery, ‘Oh

My God,’ he whispered, he tore his clothes off, threw me down onto the

bed on my back, and dived on me, It was heaven, I fully expected what I

was to get, totally ravished for 30 minutes, he was never off me, or

seemingly out of me.

He drove his cock straight into me so hard, he expunged the breath from

my body, and it felt like I was being driven through the mattress!

He shot his load in double quick time, which I knew he would, so I wasn’t

too disappointed, but what did surprise me was, his dick never seemed to

go down; he just kept on fucking me like a piston on a railway engine.

I came then, and as he just kept on at me I orgasmed again and again, it

was wonderful, we were kissing and panting into each others mouths like

horses after a race, he blew another load into me which sent me over the

top for one final time, I love my Dave, but he has never fucked me like this,

I was totally blown away by him, what a man, what a boy?

I hurriedly dashed to the bathroom, sat on the bidet and washed out my

battered pussy, dried off, threw my dress back on, kissed him goodbye,

had a quick feel of his dick, made sure my face was okay, and cleared off

back to the ball, I was a very happy satisfied woman, it had been a long

time since I felt like that, although I only just realised it.

Back at the ball, I assured Dave that all was okay, though he had no idea of

how okay I was feeling, I could still feel Donny’s wonderful prick in me as

I danced around, I had a great time and returned home around 3am that

morning.

Donny was in bed obviously, sound asleep I’ll bet, We went to bed, I was

tired and so was Dave, he had had a bit too much booze, I had had only

one glass of wine, I fell asleep about 10 seconds after Dave did, but I woke

up at 5:00am for some reason.

I mulled over what I had done with Donny, and had to admit, I had been

seriously, monumentially fucked by him, I smiled at my lewd thoughts,

that’s when the desire for him surfaced again in my pussy, I slipped out of

bed making sure Dave was still gently snoring, and made my way to

Donny’s bedroom, slipped in and knelt by his bed, I slid my hand under his

covers, all the while listening for sounds from elsewhere.

Gently gripping his delicious cock, I began working my hand up and down,

it didn’t take long for it to grow in my hand, what a feeling that was, the

feeling of power a woman has when the prick in her hand grows all by

itself, and she excites a man sexually.

It was now fully erect, so I lifted the covers and leaned over to kiss it and

suck it into my mouth, I didn’t go for it wholesale I didn’t want to wake

him, well not just yet anyway. I licked and sucked and slurped, but I never

banked on the arousal that was building within me for his it.

I could contain myself any longer, I pulled my top off and gently climbed

on him, sinking myself down over him, this did wake him now, I clamped

my hand over his mouth before he could say anything, then I leaned

forward and kissed him, while I got my hot body working over his now

fully embedded cock in my white hot pussy.

He grabbed me by my shoulders, and began jamming me up and down on

him, being as small as I was, it was easy for him to do it, I came in no time,

quickly followed by him, I leaned over again and kissed him so

passionately, I even surprised myself, it was wonderful being loved and

fucked like this, one more orgasm, sent me into la la land.

I got of him very slowly; the feeling of his semi hard cock sliding out of me

sent ripples driving through my body.

I kissed him one last time, went again into the bathroom to clean myself up,

and went back to my still ignorant snoring husband.

The morning brought reality, I was aghast at what I had done, but not

repentant, I had loved it, and wanted to continue, but what would Donny

think?

I was up at 8:30 with the kids, Mike got up around 10, Donny was no

where to be seen, but I was on real tenterhooks waiting for a possible

confrontation from someone, somewhere, but as the morning wore on

nothing transpired, the kids wanted some sweets, so Dave walked them to

the shops.

I was at the sink when arms enclosed me, two lots of fingers found my

hard sensitive nipples and I was immediately transported back up stairs to

my bed, where Donny and I made sweet music for thirty minutes, he

couldn’t get enough of me, nor I, him.

I made him lie back on the bed with his feet on the floor, and I sucked and

sucked his beautiful cock as if my life depended on it, I went on and on as

hard as I could until he shot his load down my waiting throat, gorgeous!

He had me on my knees, feet over my head, on my back, knelt on the

floor; where he skinned my knees a little, he was a whirl wind of manual

fucking, the best bit for me was when I had him on his back on the floor

and me kneeling over him, what a sensation of control, fullness, and

fulfilment, being as small as I am, control or commanding wasn’t much of

an experience for me, but he encouraged me, I came like a train out of a

tunnel, I just literally exploded.

I remember the times when me and Dave first started making love, but I

couldn’t remember it being like this, it was fantastic, I leaned over and

kissed him, told him I loved him, he said he loved me too, then he turned

me onto my tummy, got over me in the 69 position, made me part my legs,

and then did the most amazingly erotic thing I have ever had done to me in

my life, he stated licking my bum hole, stuck his tongue in me too, I

squirmed and wriggled, I came, it was stunning.

And then he said, ‘would I consider letting him fuck me in my arse.’

I replied, ‘yes,’ immediately,

Although I hadn’t tried it, as my size was against an anal assault, but if

Donny wanted it, Donny was going to get it, I told him the next time we

were alone my arse was his to do with what he wanted.

‘But would you please be gentle with me?’ I whispered into his mouth.

‘Don’t worry Sally,’ he promised, ‘I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.’

‘Okay then, next time, but I’ll pop out and get some lotion for my bum

hole.’ I laughed.

Already I was looking forward to being arse fucked by my 18 year old stud

brother-in-law.

It’s marvellous isn’t it, I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband, and yet

here I was full to the brim with his young brother’s cum, and knowing I

wanted more, the only thing was how often was I going to get it?

The next day I went out and got the required KY Jelly, and some baby oil,

but I had to wait another 2 days before I was able to have time with my

young stud lover, he took Wed afternoon off, and was with me by 12:30 so

I knew I would have at least 2 hours, but he spent the first hour or so just

making love with me, I had orgasm after orgasm, I didn’t mention me being

bum fucked in case he had changed his mind.

But then he whispered to me, ‘have you got the lotion?’ It was the moment

of truth for me.

‘Yes I have,’ I replied.

‘Well get it out then and get on your knees baby,’ he told me.

I did, and got on my knees, I was fearful but I wanted this more than

anything I had ever wanted, I wanted him to take me, use me, abuse me,

fuck me, violate me, and fill me with his hot spunk, God, I wanted it so

badly.

He fingered oil into my bum, making me squirm, knowing what was coming

was going to be a great deal thicker and longer than his middle finger, I just

got hotter and hotter, then KY was spread around and in my hole, I was

ready for him to fucking fuck me like I had never ever been fucked.

I felt his cock head against my hole then he pushed toward me, so I pushed

back and in it went, It made me slide forward on my face, trapping his dick

in me, he lay down on my back, hooked his hands under my shoulders, his

knees held mine apart, there was to be no escape now, whether I wanted to

or not.

I whimpered, grunted, and groaned but as much as it was hurting, I wanted

his cock in me more, and he duly obliged, he shoved and shoved, I felt his

whole cock sliding into me, and I came, came and came again, and boy,

the feeling of complete and utter fullness when he told me he was coming,

and did, overwhelmed me.

We spent what little time we had kissing and cuddling, speaking terms of

endearment, I knew already that my marriage was not going to end, unless

things got out of hand, and Donny agreed, but what did happen was, he

had a contrived row with his parents, so he could ask Dave if he could stay

with us for a while.

During the evening of the day Donny had fucked my arse I was limping a

little, I told Dave I had slipped and hurt my bum, Dave bless him, offered

to massage me, which I accepted, and during the massage I told Dave that

he would have to get around to fucking me there, to which he replied to

me, ‘sure.’

So I said, ‘but not tonight, I’m still a little sore.’

Donny asked Dave and he agreed straightaway, not knowing his wife was

being fucked stupid by his 18 year old brother, and Donny moved in to my

utter delight, and we really did do some serious loving, but it was to last

only 3 more months, before Donny and I agreed that it was getting too

dangerous, I sadly saw him off one weekend, on the promise that my

pussy and arse was his when ever opportunity presented itself, which it still

does thankfully.

I am also pregnant with my 3rd child, who will have a name, Donna, or

Donny depending if it’s a girl or a boy, because I am absolutely certain it is

Donny’s baby.

************

Football Bet
byStorytruth©

My husband is not one of those sports nuts, but he does love football. He

is very good about it, watching only the two games that are televised on

Sunday afternoon. Generally, on Sunday he gets together with three of his

friends at our house to watch the games.

Being boys they generally bet on the games. Not for money, but to

embarrass the loser. His friend Jim lost one week and was required to wear

a dress the following week. Jim wore a red cocktail dress with thin straps. I

must say he did not look bad even in the sneakers he was wearing.

Bob lost on a Packers game, and at an upcoming dinner was required to

dress like a nerd and drink only milk that evening at the restaurant. The

waiter gave him the strangest look when he asked for milk while taking our

drink orders.

One week I was getting smacks for the boys and was unaware of the bet

between Bill and my husband. I was a little surprised to see Bill sitting

naked after the first game. He told me the wager was that the loser had to

be completely naked during the next game. I planned to spend more time in

the kitchen during that game. Yet, Bill walked in during the first quarter and

surprised me. He explained it was his turn to get a round of beers, and

invited me back to watch the game saying it was OK.

A week later we were getting ready to watch the games. My husband

assured me his team could not lose. The boys really wanted to get Henry.

It was halfway thru the season and Henry did not have to do anything

embarrassing. They had purchased pink tights and a tutu that if he lost,

Henry would have to ware.

They assumed he would wear the outfit the following week, but they really

wanted him to wear it to the party in two weeks. Henry agreed to wear the

outfit both next week and to the party provided they had a compatible prize

if he won. Different suggestions were made, but it had to be something

good. After all as Bob explained there would be almost 25 people at the

party. My husband offered to get naked, but Henry’s response was who

wanted to see him naked.

Without thinking I said if my husband lost, being a good wife I would get

naked. Henry liked the idea, but said I had to remain naked for the entire

next game, and again all of next week. He added that if he had to wear the

pink tights and tutu twice, I should be naked twice.

The score was already 10 — 0 and my husband said the team could not

lose, so I agreed. In overtime my team missed two field goals, and then lost

when the other team scored.

The room was quiet; no one knew what to say so they said nothing. I got

up and went into the kitchen. It was Bill who followed me. He told me that

Henry expected to lose and would be a good sport. He simply said no one

expected me to do it, and left the room.

I stood along in the kitchen for a few moments. No one ever reneged on a

bet and I was not going to be the first. I took my clothes off walked into

the room and stood by the TV. Bill suggested that I be allowed to get

dressed, but Henry simple said a bet was a bet. That afternoon, I still got

the boys snacks and made them dinner. Most of the time I sat quietly on a

chair. No one commented or said anything, I was just a naked woman in

the room. They would turn in my direction so I knew they were eying me.

When the game ended I dressed.

The following week I moved a bar stool close to the TV. The height of the

stool would provide each of the men an unobstructed view of my naked

body. If I had to do this being close to the TV allowed then to watch the

game and casually glance at me. It was actually more comfortable; since no

one had to turn to look at me I was less self-conscience.

It was a personal thing with me not to appear like a slut, so I was dressed

when they arrived. I decided that just before the teams lined up for the

opening kickoff I would slip away, remove my clothes, and return to sit

naked on the stool. When the second game ended I would leave the room

and returned fully dressed.

I soon learned this had some advantages. The men arrived with pre-made

platters of food for snacks, and announced that they would be ordering

dinner from the local restaurants. I was no longer required to spend time in

the kitchen fixing snacks or dinner.

My friend Karen arrived shortly before kick-off and wanted me to go

shopping with her. She was surprised to learn of my bet, and the fact that I

would be sitting naked for the men. Since she was curious I told her she

could stay if she wished.

The boys were seated five minutes before the game started. Karen watched

as I disrobed and I invited her to join us. She followed me into the room

and I took my place on the bar stool as the boys made room for Karen on

the couch.

During the first game there were no issues. Just like last week I was the

naked girl in the room. When the game ended I got up to get some wine

from the kitchen. Karen came in later and told me the boys were plotting to

have some friends arrive after the second game started. She apologized but

said she had to leave.

I was still in the kitchen fixing a salad when my husband John came for a

beer. Parading around naked in front of four men can get you horny. A hug

and a kiss and soon I’m sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, John’s

pants are on the floor and he is pumping away inside me. I hear a voice

informing John that he is going to miss the second game. John replies that

he will be quick. I look into my husband’s eyes and say not too quickly I

need to score also. He replies “but honey the game”.

He starts to pull out as I attempt to pull him closer, but he is out and pulling

up his pants. You need to stop and understand what is transpiring. I have

been naked in front of four men for the past three hours. My darling

husband seduces me into a quickie in the kitchen. While we are going at it

Bill and Jim walk in and catch the show. I should feel some form of

embarrassment, but instead I am mad he is not willing to stay and allow me

to cum.

Before he leaves the kitchen I confront him about Karen’s comment that he

invited some more men to come over. He tries to make some feeble

excuse, but finally admits that two men will soon be joining us. They were

talking about my bet the other night and the men did not believe them so

my husband invited them over to see for themselves. I convey my

unhappiness, and let my husband know he owes me big time. We return to

the game just in time to hear the doorbell.

Yes, the two men arrive. While my other guests may have been polite, these

men are enjoying gawking at my body. While sitting on the bar stool one

even makes a gesture that I uncross my legs and sit with then spread open.

Soon game related sexual comments begin to flow from all six men in the

room. Looking directly at me Bill comments that someone better ‘score’

soon. I hear someone wishing to plant something between the goal posts.

A holding call and the sign becomes two hands extended forward

squeezing something, you can guess what?

I’m still annoyed at my husband for his quickly and the new guests. The

first quarter ends and the score is zero — zero. Someone in frustration ask

what is it going to take to score in this game, I respond it depended on

what you’re offering. I continue by simply saying if your team scores you

score, my team scores what’s on the table. After some negotiation it is

agreed that the men will be naked for a future game, Clothed Female Naked

Male. If my team scores a field goal that counts as a half, and each

touchdown will mean the men have to be naked for the full game.

Suddenly, the announcer yells that the men’s team has scored a field goal.

It’s agreed a field goal is worth a feel. Within moments a number of hands

are sliding their way across my body. Furniture is moved and I find myself

lying on a rug. Hands are squeezing my breasts, and fingers are probing my

wet pussy. There are men massaging my legs, neck, breasts and clit.

My team scores a touchdown, then another and I tell them they all have to

be naked next week.

At the end of the first half their team is driving down the field. A long pass

and it’s first and goal. On third and goal they score a touchdown. By the

point after, Bill has already entered me.

My team never scopes again, but the men’s team scores three more

touchdowns in the second half. The final score of the game is 31 to 14. I

F__ed or sucked all six men. At times I had one inside me as I gave

another a blowjob. I know one was my husband, but two other men went

up my ass. It was the first time I ever-serviced three men at once.

The game was over by the time the last of the men was finishing up with

me. I was looking up at my husband who was sitting naked in a chair as

Henry was doing me doggy style. I had no energy left to fake it; I just

waited for Henry to shoot his load and finish.

The following week the men all arrived and as negotiated took off their

clothes and sat naked by the opening kick-off. By the end of the quarter I

had invited Karen and three other girlfriends to join us. I was going to invite

two of the men’s wives, but I would have to explain the bet and that their

husband had sex with me last week.

*****

Shy Wife’s First Date
bytony090909©

This story contains details of wife sharing so please don’t read it if that

bothers you.

* * * * * * * * *

I was a virgin when I met my husband Paul and throughout our twenty nine

year marriage I have always been faithful to him and I’m pretty certain that

he has been faithful to me.

The questions began several years ago. We were in bed making love and he

asked me whether it was really true that he was the only man I had ever had

sex with. I told him yes it was true. He then asked if there were ever idle

moments when I wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone

else. I said no I didn’t think about it, and the conversation ended there. I

didn’t think too much about it – I assumed he was proud that he was the

only person to have had me.

A while later he again asked me if I was ever curious about what sex with

someone else would be like. Again I told him no, but he pushed it further,

asking me if I ever wondered what it would feel like to have another man’s

prick inside me. I was a bit taken aback by that and asked him straight-out

whether he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He backtracked very

quickly and said he was just curious that was all, and then he rather

obviously changed the subject.

After a while the questions returned and finally he admitted that the idea of

another man making love to me was a big turn-on for him. I was very

surprised, indeed shocked, by that. I’m a rather shy, conservative person

and I found it difficult to get my head round the fact that my husband was

turned on by the thought of someone else having sex with me. He insisted

that he loved me, but said that wife watching (as it’s apparently called) is a

common male fantasy. He asked me whether I would ever consider a

threesome or swapping with another couple, but I told him I wasn’t

interested and he didn’t pursue it any further.

From time to time the subject did crop up again and we ended up using it

as an agreeable fantasy. We would sometimes chat about scenarios which

led to me having sex with another man while Paul watched and I must admit

that it always got me very wet and invariably led to very exciting sex

sessions.

Over the years I became not exactly receptive to the reality of the idea, but

quite content with it as a fantasy. I think the closest I came to expressing a

real interest was when I said to Paul that knowing I had his permission, then

if I was in my thirties (as opposed to my late forties) and a very attractive

man propositioned me, then I might just go for it. I did stress that he would

have to be very attractive and Paul teased me saying that a man who was

just “ordinary” attractive wasn’t good enough for me. It became a bit of a

joke between us and whenever we made up a story where I was fucked by

another man then he was always described as “seriously” attractive.

Things continued in that vein for a few years until one day last summer

when I went to a nearby shopping center. I wasn’t looking for anything in

particular, just spending a pleasant couple of hours browsing for clothes.

As I was leaving one shop a man who was just entering held the door open

for me. For just a fraction of a second we checked each other out. It was

long enough for me to register that he was good looking, but I quickly

moved on.

Soon afterwards I went into a greeting card shop and I noticed that the

same man was already in there. I found myself behind him in the queue for

the till and when he spotted that we had chosen identical cards he smiled

and said “Snap”.

I did wonder if he was going to try and initiate a conversation, but he

simply made his purchase, gave me a quick smile as he turned away from

the till and then left the shop. By then it was nearly lunchtime so I made my

way to my favorite coffee shop and somewhat to my embarrassment I

found the same man in the queue in front of me. This was the third time

and when he realised I was stood behind him again I tried to laugh it off,

assuring him that I wasn’t stalking him.

“Don’t worry,” he said. ” I’m not so vain that I think attractive women

follow me round.”

Anyway I got a coffee and sandwich, but when I looked round for a table I

found they were all taken.

“I’m afraid I got the last one,” said a voice and I turned to find the same

man looking at me. “It’s up to you, but you’re very welcome to share if you

want.”

I hesitated for a moment and decided it was rude to refuse, so I put my

food down and took a seat. He introduced himself as Mike and we made

some polite small talk during which I learnt that he lived in the south and

was up here on business for a couple of days. I made a casual reference to

my husband quite early on in the conversation just to emphasise that I was

married. He mentioned his wife and that reassured me a bit and I relaxed

and enjoyed his company.

And he was enjoyable company. We didn’t chat about anything in

particular, but the conversation flowed without either of us having to make

any effort. I guessed he was probably about thirty-five, which is a good

age for a man – they’ve lost the impatience of youth, but are still the right

side of middle-age.

I was almost sorry to drain the last of my coffee and tell him that I had to

be making a move. To be honest if I was single I would have been hoping

that he was going to ask for a date, but instead he asked me something

else.

“Kim can I ask you something. I’ll apologise in advance if it seems rude,

I’ve no experience in these matters, but I feel I have to ask you.”

“What?” I asked, my heart beating a bit faster than normal.

“Well we’ve got on well, there seems to be some connection between us

and for me at least it’s been a very pleasant break from everyday life.

Hopefully it has been for you as well. I can’t think of any way of asking this

without being rather blunt – would you be willing to come back to my room

with me?”

I was surprised by that. I wasn’t offended and in truth I was flattered and a

bit thrilled to be asked, but I knew I had to say no. I paused and then told

Mike as gently as possible that in different circumstances I might have said

yes, but the answer was no.

He accepted graciously, though he did say it was a pity and if I changed

my mind he was headed back to room 2207 at the Marriott nearby. I stood

up, we said our goodbyes, he gave me a peck on the cheek and I headed

out of the coffee shop.

Walking down the precinct I found myself immediately attacked by a flood

of thoughts. The overwhelming one was that I knew I had my husband’s

permission, so why hadn’t I said yes. I was forty-nine and I wasn’t going to

get many more (if any!) offers like this one.

I paused and looked at my reflection in a shop window. I’m medium height

with brown eyes, long, wavy dark hair, a 36D bust and quite a trim figure

thanks to regular sessions at the gym. A lot of people tell me I could easily

pass for being in my thirties so I hope it doesn’t sound vain if I say that I

don’t normally worry about my looks.

I decided on a sort of compromise; I’d walk back round towards the

coffee shop and if I bumped into Mike again then I’d let him chat me up.

Of course I didn’t see him and the table he had occupied was now empty.

Disappointed I headed back to the car park.

I sat in my car and stared at the Marriott hotel across the way and thought

of Mike in his room. From the signals my body was sending me there was

no denying I was tempted. This is going to sound stupid, but what

probably swayed my decision was that I had a nice set of lacy purple

undies on, rather than the more everyday ones I often wear; the thought of

a man undressing me to reveal a pair of baggy white knickers was a big

turn-off. I hesitated a moment and then picked up my phone. Paul

answered almost immediately.

“Hi. You remember you said that if ever I wanted to gain some experience

it was fine with you. Does that still apply?”

“Why?” asked Paul, his voice instantly alert.

I went on to describe how I’d met and chatted to Mike and how he had

invited me back to his room. I told him I was tempted – Mike was

attractive, he’d asked me in a respectful way, hadn’t been crude or too

forward and the hotel was a nice one, not some seedy dive.

“It all seems to fit the bill,” said Paul. “So there’s really just one question

left, is he ordinary attractive or seriously attractive?”

“Seriously attractive.”

“Well I’d say go for it, but obviously it’s up to you.”

“Perhaps I’ll go have a chat and see if I’m still tempted.”

“Well if you go to his room he’s going to expect more than a kiss and

cuddle, he’s going to want to have sex.”

That was true. I couldn’t go to his room half-heartedly, I had to commit

myself.

“Do you mind if I go all the way?”

“No, but you have to do it because you want to, not for my sake.”

I paused and thought.

“OK I’m going to drive round to the hotel, but don’t be surprised if I

chicken out and I’m back home in ten minutes.”

“And if you’re not back soon I’ll know what you’re doing,” said Paul with a

chuckle.

“And what will that be?” I asked wryly.

“Oh I expect you’ll be laid in a nice crisp hotel bed with another man’s

cock in your married cunt.”

Those explicit words only added to my already aroused state.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Paul. “Have fun.”

“Alright, bye.”

I put my phone away, fastened my seat belt and started the car engine. It

took less than a minute to reach the hotel car park and though it was busy I

found a space without too much trouble. A group was checking in at

reception, but I went across the lobby and after a short wait I was in the lift

and then walking along the second floor corridor.

Stood outside room 2207 I took a deep breath because in reality this was

my last chance to back out. I raised my hand and it was trembling slightly,

but nevertheless I gave a confident knock on the door. A muffled voice

asked me to wait a minute and then Mike opened the door. He looked

surprised, and then pleased, to see me. As soon as I was in the room he

put his arms round my waist.

“I hoped you would come, but I honestly didn’t think that you would. But I

am glad that you’re here.”

He stooped and kissed me. At first it was just our lips, but then our

tongues met and it became more passionate. Almost from the start one of

his hands roamed across my backside and the other one soon began to

explore my breasts. He unfastened a couple of buttons on my blouse and

slipped his hand inside. I shuddered with pleasure as he squeezed and

kneaded my breasts. We broke for air and Mike looked me in the eye.

“Can I get one thing out of the way at the start, I’ve had the snip, so I’m

safe, but if you prefer I’ll use a condom; it’s your choice.”

“It’s alright,” I said. ” I don’t like condoms, they spoil things, bareback will

be fine.” I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear, “I want

to feel you come inside me.”

Mike undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and slid it off my

shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I could watch our reflections in a

mirror as Mike unfastened the clasp on my bra. It was surprisingly arousing

watching myself being undressed by a man who was virtually a stranger. I

was soon topless and Mike began to lick and nuzzle at my breasts. One of

his hands squeezed my bum while the other one touched my knee then slid

up the inside of my thigh.

It was one thing to allow Mike to feel and kiss my breasts, but much more

serious to allow him to touch my pussy. However I did want to allow him

intimate access and with only the slightest of hesitation I parted my legs.

Before my husband there had only been two boys (you couldn’t really call

them men) who I had allowed to touch me there, so it was very exciting to

have another man at my most private place.

Now my stomach churned with excitement as Mike gently rubbed my

pussy through my knickers. I knew that my love juices were in full flow and

Mike must have been aware of just how damp my knickers were.

He surprised me by removing his hand, undoing the button on my skirt,

unzipping it and allowing it to fall to the floor. Now his hand slid inside my

knickers and I parted my legs, anxious for Mike to touch my sex. He ran a

finger along my cunt and then probed into me. He slid easily into my silky

wetness, before sending another finger in to join the first. Writhing with

pleasure I started to unbutton his shirt. As soon as his shirt was off Mike

backed me towards the bed. He laid me down on it, tugged at my knickers

and then quickly removed them.

His head went between my legs and I shivered as his tongue ran along my

slit and then probed into me. He shifted his aim slightly and began to excite

my clitoris at the same time as he struggled to remove his trousers and

pants.

My husband was the only man who had ever gone down on me and

although I enjoyed it I invariably saw it as relatively brief foreplay; I never

wanted to delay too long before moving on to the main course and getting

his prick inside me.

It was the same with Mike. After a couple of minutes I shuffled up the bed,

forcing him to disengage. I spread my legs wide and offered my cunt to

him. He moved eagerly between my thighs. I reached down and took hold

of his prick; you must remember that the only prick I had ever touched or

seen was my husband’s, so I was keen to see how Mike’s compared.

I was very impressed with the firmness of his erection, but I’m not going to

pretend he was supremely endowed with a massive cock which stretched

my inexperienced pussy. The truth is he felt “normal” to me – in other

words plenty big enough to give me pleasure.

Having touched and fondled his cock I was now intent on guiding it to its

target. I placed it against my pussy lips and gently rubbed the head against

me to get some of my copious juices on him. I wanted to make sure that he

went into me without any trouble, though I felt so wet that I was pretty

certain it wasn’t going to be a problem.

I released him and Mike understood that was the signal for him to penetrate

me. Firmly, but gently he pushed into me and I gasped as after nearly thirty

years of marriage my cunt lips parted and another man’s cock slid into my

previously faithful pussy.

At first he was quite gentle which was nice, but I prefer a good vigorous

fucking, so I urged Mike to do it harder and faster. Of course he

responded and I was soon pinned against the bed as he rammed into me.

Not surprisingly the excitement was too much and, having warned me that

he couldn’t hold back, Mike gave a couple of brutal thrusts then a deep

groan and I felt his prick jerk inside me and the lovely warm, wet feeling

when a man floods you with sperm.

We lay there gasping for a while and then Mike rolled off me. A trickle of

sperm oozed from my slit and onto the bed. We cuddled together in the

spoons position and Mike cradled one of my breasts. It was warm and

companionable. I had thought I might feel guilty, but I didn’t and in fact I

was hoping there was going to be more because I hadn’t come yet.

Mike kissed gently at the back of my neck and I responded by rubbing my

backside against his groin.

“You are so nice,” he said. “I loved being inside you, it felt wonderful.”

“Mmm yes I enjoyed it,” I replied. “Your cock felt lovely inside me.” We

cuddled closer and I could feel his penis stirring. “Can I make a

confession?” I asked. Rather warily Mike said yes. “You’re only the

second man I’ve slept with. Before today the only person who’d fucked me

was my husband.”

“Really!” said Mike. “Then why now, why me?”

“I guess I’m not getting any younger and I thought I ought to try it before it

was too late. And anyway you’re seriously attractive.”

I turned to face Mike and cupped his balls. They’d already released one

load inside me and if I had anything to do with it they were going to release

another before too long. My hand slid upwards and began to stroke his

shaft.

“Would you like to make love again?” Mike asked.

“Yes,” I said, pushing his shoulder so that he was flat on his back. “But

this time I get to go on top.” I swung my right leg across, gripped his

rapidly hardening cock and guided it towards my entrance. I bore down on

him and rotated my hips so that his full length was embedded in me. I

leaned forward and dangled my breasts in front of Mike and not

surprisingly he lunged upwards and latched hungrily onto one of them.

Now I could control the speed and rhythm of our fucking, but I could feel

the pressure mounting and I wanted to cum in my favorite position.

“Will you take me from behind?”

“I’d love to,” Mike replied.

We separated and I went down on all fours offering him my cunt in that

most submissive of positions. Mike moved behind me, then I cried out as

with one thrust the full length of his hot, hard cock disappeared inside me.

Now it was just lustful fucking. Mike leaned round and began to play with

my clit, I began to shake and shudder with a massive orgasm. Recognising

this Mike speeded up, then suddenly we were both cumming, his cock

pumping another load of sperm deep inside me.

We collapsed on the bed and lay speechless for a while. Finally I knew I

had to make a move. I got dressed in a slightly dazed manner and kissed

Mike goodbye. Neither of us looked to exchange phone numbers or

anything like that, we both knew it was a one-off.

Five minutes later I was easing my car into top gear and speeding home

along the dual carriageway. It was a slightly uncomfortable journey because

Mike’s sperm was leaking out of me and my knickers were very wet. Still I

had to suppress a grin – I was an experienced woman and I was returning

to my husband fresh from battle.

I pulled onto our drive, locked the car and went in through the kitchen

door. I put my handbag down on the side and went into the lounge. Paul

was sat there; he reached for the remote control and flicked the TV off.

“Hi, how did it go?” he asked.

“Fine.” There was a pregnant silence.

“Well…?” he asked.

“Well what?” I teased.

“You know what I mean,” he said with an amused smile.

“I had a good time if that’s what you mean.”

“And what did having a good time involve?”

I moved a few steps closer, took Paul’s hand and placed it up my skirt. He

felt my panties – they were wet. Not the damp panties of an aroused

woman, but the wet panties of a recently fucked woman whose lover’s

sperm is still dripping from her cunt.

“Yes, I’ve been fucked.”

“You’d better tell me what happened; begin at the beginning.”

I kicked off my shoes, sat on the settee and swung my legs up so that my

feet were resting on Paul’s lap. I then told him how’d I’d met Mike, been

attracted to him and ended up going to his hotel. When I described going

into Mike’s room, Paul stopped me and asked me to take my skirt off. I

unfastened it and slid it off without standing up. I parted my legs to give

Paul a clear view of the accusingly dark patch on the gusset of my knickers

and then continued with my tale.

Describing all this was getting me aroused and I could see it was having the

same effect on Paul. I ran my toes across the ridge in his trousers where his

penis laid and told him how Mike had laid me down on the bed and

removed my knickers. Paul reached across and mirroring the action he

tugged at my knickers. I raised my bottom to make it easier for him and a

pair of lacy purple knickers were tossed to one side.

Again I sat with my legs apart so Paul had a perfect view – my cunt lips

were still gaping from the passage of Mike’s cock and my pussy hairs were

matted with a mixture of Mike’s cum and my fuck honey. It was a sight he

obviously liked because he unzipped his trousers and took his cock out.

He asked me to place his cock against my cunt lips in the same way that I’d

done for Mike, then I gasped as he slid smoothly into me.

So my husband fucked me as I described the pleasure of being fucked by

another man. If this was a work of fiction I would embellish it by having

Paul cum just as I described Mike cumming, but it wasn’t like that. Paul got

too excited and didn’t last very long before he fired his sperm into my well

fucked cunt.

In bed that night he asked me to tell him the details again. I did and

inevitably it excited both of us and we ended up fucking again. If you had

asked me to dream up a wild fantasy I would never have come up with a

situation where my husband fucked me while I described how the cunt he

was now enjoying had just been fucked by another man. I could almost

imagine I was back in that hotel room again, but this was better – my

husband’s prick was powering into me while I was giving him a breathless

description of Mike fucking me.

“He really fucked my cunt you know, he fucked my sweet married cunt. He

rammed his prick into me and I was so wet. He told me I had a lovely

fuckable cunt and I told him that I wanted him to fill it with his sperm.”

It seemed so dirty, so wrong and out of character (I am honestly quite

shy!) to be talking to my husband like that, but it was also the best sex we

had ever had. It was the purest, most lustful fucking I’d ever experienced

and I was out of control in a way that had simply never happened before.

Laid together afterwards Paul asked me if I would take a lover again.

“I might if you’re still OK with it, but I wouldn’t want to do it regularly.

However I rather like the idea of being discretely promiscuous; you know,

thoroughly respectable as far as all our friends are concerned, but just

occasionally letting a virtual stranger fuck me. It would be a special treat

and of course I’d only do it with someone who was seriously attractive.”