So A little background to this one. I'm a supervisor for a I.T. company we look after a lot of places all over the midlands in the UK. I do get to play with a lot of people from work the Warwick office where im based, we have 50 members of staff 30 of them women I probably know at 12 very intimately. then there is a Ashbourne office and also a office in Nottingham, that's where this one if from and a guy I work there alongside called Steve. now with that out of the way on with what He has just sent me over. Sarah, my wife, is hard to describe. She is 42 and sees the world through the most optimistic eyes. Everything she encounters and does brings the easiest of smiles and wonderment. And Sarah verbally expresses herself, everything she sees or does, is excitement, and needs to be put into words. She is also smart, a lawyer, Sarah is beautiful. She is 5’3” of unbridled sexual candy on two sexy legs. Her ass is solid and bubbly and her breasts are a nice handful of firm milky white goodness with the sexiest big pink nipples, that seem to always be poking small tents in everything she wears. Her shoulder length hair is light brown with streaks of lighter brown. She smells like heaven, and she tastes like an angel. Sex with Sarah is always next level. She loves sex, and can’t help but tell me how every stroke feels, how wet she is, and how her orgasm is welling up inside her and how her orgasm feels when it's coming and always very vocal. Often, highly gifted people have quirks. Sarah’s, is the need of expression. Her sexual dialogue began when I first touched her breast and she told me how hard her nipple just got, to when I first put a finger inside her pussy, and she described how wet she was inside and how good my finger felt sliding in and out of her body. I was turned on as much by her narrative as the act itself. Quiet sex? Not in our bedroom. Sarah will play by play the whole event and her descriptive truly adds a level of excitement to our love making. I would not change this about her, even if I could. You have to let someone be themselves, that is where their joy is, and Sarah is extremely verbal during sex, leaving no doubt what she wants and how she’s getting it. About a month ago, Sarah was snuggled in bed waiting for my arrival from the shower and coming to bed. I dried off and noticed a new cologne I’d bought like six months ago but had never opened, so I opened it up and put the tiniest amount on my finger. It smelled nice so I wiped my finger off along my neck and headed for the bedroom. The room was in its usual darkness to help with sleep, but as I approached the bed, I thought I’d sneak under the covers and maybe kick off some action with Sarah. She is always ready or easily gotten there. So I began to crawl up between her legs, which she’d spread out nicely and was soon face to face with her panties. Oh my, there must be a stranger in my bed. I smell a hint of an unfamiliar men’s cologne from underneath my sheets, Sarah joked. I licked the crotch of her knickers a few slow licks. Ummm, he’s teasing me with his tongue, she said. I licked her slit through the cotton fabric a few more times, then began to pull her panties off. Sarah lifts her ass off the bed so the moist undie can be removed and I am again at her slit with my tongue. Oh my, this stranger's tongue feels so forbidden, but so nice. The stranger likes the taste of your pussy, I say then ease it as deep into her wet hole as I can get it. I find Sarah’s clit and begin, what I know will soon have her climaxing. Oh my, this stranger is eating me out so good, baby, she moans out as I rapidly flick her little hard button and massage it with random licks and sucking on it gently. Oh, fuck he’s going to make cum, baby, Sarah is squirming and I can tell is not far from her orgasm. Cum on him, cum on his tongue, I encourage Sarah. It was an enormously erotic moment, and the first time such a banter had occurred between us, but clearly this stranger under the covers play, was working for her at this moment, and my hardon was not to be denied either. My cock was getting hard as stone hearing Sarah talk about the “stranger” she was about to cum on. We were fully into this new role playing moment. Sarah’s hands quickly grasped my skull and pulled me tight into her pussy while spreading her legs wider and grinding at my mouth. In a very matter of fact tone Care says, he did it, I’m cumming, then snaps into a violent stiffness. I could feel her legs and torso tighten and her arms quiver while holding onto my head, not wanting me to move as her orgasm smashed through her. Ah, ah, Oooh god, oh god, Sarah cried out loud into the bedroom darkness. Just as quickly, Sarah goes limp. Her legs and arms drop to the mattress with a big sigh of breath being sucked into her lungs. I begin to move into position and get my hard dick at her entrance. My lust level was very elevated, and my boner reflected it. I eased the head into Sarah’s pussy and I heard her voice. Hurry, stranger, fuck me, I want your cock inside me. I push into her and bottom out against her pelvic bone. Her hand grabs my ass cheeks and her entire body encourages me to fuck her hard. Oh god, your cock feels so good in me, Sarah gasps out. Does your husband fuck you like this, I said and begin to slam my meat hard into her soaking wet pussy with solid thrust, driving all I had deep and smashing into her pussy with a wet smacking sound. Yes, yes he fucks me like that. Fuck me, with that hard cock, god your so hard inside my pussy, she babbles on. And I was, my cock was fully motivated as I felt like I was this, stranger fucking my wife. Sarah suddenly grabs her knees and pulls her feet to her head, folding like a sheet of paper and leaving me on a super highway to drive my dick fast and hard into her soaking wet pussy. Damn, you’re so wet, your pussy likes a strange cock in it, I said. Sarah is panting deep, we were just slam fucking and frying the energy quickly. Oh god, my pussy is so wet isn’t it, yes, my pussy likes your hard strange cock, fuck yes, it feels so good she almost growls. I’ve come to recognize that tone as a sign she was about to cum again. You’re going to cum on my cock, aren’t you, I asked Sarah. Oh god, yes, fuck my pussy, I am going to cum on your hard dick, she spits out quickly. I begin to really plow into her and I’m about to cum deep inside her. I hope your husband likes his pussy full of another man’s cum, I say then shove my cock deep inside Sarah and begin to spew my load. That set Sarah off the edge and I felt the warm liquid of her pleasure flood across my cock. Oh fuuuuck, I’m cumming on your hard cock, Oh god I’m cumming all over it, oh god, oh god, she cries out and I felt her pussy spasm and munch at my dick and knew it was a hard orgasm for her. Trashed, we collapsed onto the bed like two limp noodles. Sarah is babbling in between fast breaths of air. Wow, that was so intense. Damn, we haven’t fucked like that in a while, it was so primal and just pure animal sex. Did you love it, I loved it, oh you were so hard, like a big spike, I came so strong, did you cum hard she raged on. Sarah, I said, slow down, you're going a mile a minute, come here, I said pulled her naked body close to mine. She settled in fast and was warm in my arms. Yes, to all of that. That was some great sex, I said in a calm tone. Yes, great sex, we need to just fuck more often. Sarah says, Making love is the best, but man, just fucking is exciting, on different level. I was there, I said, well a stranger was there. Hey, who was you just fucking, I said as if I’d caught her in the act. Sarah laughs and says she has no idea but he was so hard and she was fucking him back like he paid for it. So, now we know you get off on fucking a strange cock, I said. Sarah said, it was me who was getting off thinking about strange dick in her, and it felt almost like a strange cock because it was so hard and I fucked her so intensely. Over the next few days I’d come up behind her, wrap my arms around her and tease her, saying things like, do you want me to get you a strange cock to fuck tonight, or I’d tease, you sure are hot with another man’s cock in you, babe. But also I noticed that my dick would get stiff, way fast when I said such things to Sarah. I began to get into the mindset of watching her fuck someone would be so erotic to see, and judging by her reactions, she was into the play at the very least. This stranger scenario came alive in the bedroom a few times as role play and we both found it to be very exciting and ended in great sex for us the few times we did it. I got a call early Friday morning from Martin, a co-worker from our Warwick office, saying he’d be in town for a day at the local office and wanted to know if I worked today or had dinner plans. He and I consulted together once on a huge merger deal in Nottingham, and we had many laughs at a local bar after work. I told Martin, I knew of a good local bar and Sarah and I would meet him there at 7. He said great and looked forward to meeting my wife. Martin is a single guy and he kept me out way too late drinking on both nights he spent while working in Nottingham. I told Sarah about Martin being in town and she recalled I’d mentioned him from my Nottingham trip. Oh, yes the guy that got you drunk twice and you called home saying how you missed my pussy, nothing about me, just my pussy, Sarah laughed. I admitted to Sarah that in my drunken state, I may have told Martin I missed her pussy too. She said dinner sounded fun and had a bone to pick with him for getting her husband shit faced. We got dressed to go out and Sarah was looking hot in a thin black top that showed nipple peaks and a sexy white skirt with black heels. Wow baby, you look hot. I told her. I know how you like me looking sexy when we go out, Sarah says. I said yes, but that was before your fondness for strange cock. Sarah laughed and said maybe she was shopping for one, then stepped up to me and reached out touching my dick, which got a big stir when she said that. You’d like that, I can tell, she teased then walked off to grab her little handbag. We met up with Martin and had many laughs over several drinks, and shop talked just enough that Sarah would not seem left out. She said she was going to the ladies room and Martin and I just stared at her ass in that white skirt, wiggling as she walked away. Steve, you have a beautiful wife there and clearly very smart, Martin said. Sexy as hell too, I said, watching her walk out of sight. Martin laughs, well I was certainly thinking that, but was not sure I should say it, ha ha. Martin and I chat a bit and Sarah soon returns. Steve, we have lots to drink at the house five minutes away, why not just have Martin come over and we go there and relax, it’s gotten so loud in here I'm going to get a headache, Sarah reasoned. Martin and I agreed and paid out the tab. Martin follows us back to our home. On the ride home I teased Sarah, telling her how hot Martin said she looked. She said he was very handsome, and had caught him looking at her breast and legs more than a few times. I asked her how she felt about his interest in her luscious lady parts. She looked at me and asked how I felt about Martin lusting for his wife. I told her it was strangely sexy and a bit of a turn on. Do you want me to fuck him, Sarah asks. I was not expecting such a blunt and matter of fact question. But that’s Sarah, she is often logic minded and black and white, as her mind deals in truths, facts and processes differently than most. I think for a second but before I could answer she chimes in again. Sorry, I see that was unexpected. I just know you get hard when you talk about a strange cock fucking me, and I see you may have a slight hardon now, so just wanted to say I’ll fuck him if you want me to, besides that It may be fun. She reaches over and squeezes my cock through my trousers. See, hard cock, she says factually. I tell Sarah the thought does excite me, and if she feels the same way later tonight and Martin was on board too, maybe see what happens. She was still holding onto my cock and said, good, this should be interesting then. We pull into the drive and get into the house. Martin and I sit on the sofa and Sarah gets us all a beer and returns only to excuse herself to get more comfortable and freshen up. Martin and I chat business for a few minutes and Sarah comes back into the room, but she did not only get more comfortable but wearing only her short gym ripped jersey top that barely hung below her breast and a pair of baggy gym shorts that just cleared her butt cheeks. It resembled a mini skirt but was in fact shorts. Wow, you do look more comfortable, Martin almost gasped. Sarah smiled and said thanks then came over to sit between Martin and I. Sarah placed her beer between her legs and used the remote to play some music and the sounds began to fill the room with guitar acoustic solos her favourite. After a few minutes of more small talk Sarah said she’d grab us all another drink. Martin and I just watched her walk slowly out of the room, small glimpses of her ass cheeks peeking in and out of view before disappearing into the kitchen. Steve, that is one beautiful woman you have there. I agreed and told him how I loved her breast and ass, she was the whole package. Incredible ass, Martin boldly said and extended his near empty bottle and we clicked them together in a toast. Sarah comes back and her short gym jersey is showing off the bottoms of her breast wiggling so sexy under the old worn fabric. She noticed we were both staring so as she handed off our beers she made sure to step in close so we looked up and saw more of her breasts. I was getting a boner real quick. She’d never acted in a sexy manner in the presence of another man before and I was very much turned on by it. She sat back down between us and again put her beer between her legs. Martin, Sarah said, I have a bone to pick with you. She says. Oh, really, he replies. Yes, you take my husband out in Nottingham, and get him drunk. Then he calls home and you know what he says to me. Martin laughs, yea, I heard him. I see, so tell me exactly what he said, Sarah says. Martin paused and looked Sarah up and down. He said he missed your pussy. Sarah nods, yep, not me, just my pussy, Sarah laughs, typical Steve as she rolled her eyes. Well, in my defence, Martin says, he did first say you had the best pussy on the earth, and then that he missed your pussy. Sarah puts her hand in my lap and finds my dick is like stone inside my trousers. Well it’s a cold pussy now, Sarah says. Martin says he doubts any part of her could be cold. I agreed, saying impossible. Oh no, it’s cold, Sarah says then lifts the cold beer from between her legs. Feel it, Sarah says. I reach down with my right hand and lay it on her crotch. The cold beer bottle had chilled her lady area. It is cool, I said. No, really, Martin asks. Feel it, Sarah says. Martin’s hand reaches for my wife’s crotch and I pull my hand away. I felt my dick throb in my pants, in Sarah’s hand, and she squeezed my cock firmly. I watch Martin’s hand lay gently but fully onto Sarah’s crotch. His hand rubs her groin slowly. I watch the loose fabric move about and his fingers come into brief contact with her pussy as he slowly feels her between the legs. You’re right, your pussy is a tad cool, but somehow still, very hot, Martin said. That’s warming it up some, Sarah says, and Martin keeps gently rubbing my wife’s crotch. My dick throbs hard and Sarah squeezes it again and strokes it slowly. He’s warming my pussy up, baby, Sarah tells me. That’s nice I say. Martin takes advantage of the looseness of her shorts and has slid the crotch of them further to the side until his hand is fully on her naked, shaved pussy. I watch and see his middle finger pressing into her slit as he gently rubs her pussy. His finger is between my pussy lips. It feels much warmer now. Sarah says. I am looking down between her legs and watching Martin rub my wife’s clit and outer lips with his right hand. I reached under her top and got a handful of her left breast and this must have signaled Martin, as I watched his wrist tilt down and his middle finger disappeared into Sarah’s pussy up to the third knuckle. Sarah moans softly, he slid a finger inside my pussy, I’m so wet now. Your pussy definitely feels warmer now, Martin says. I watch her hand slip up his leg and find his crotch. Sarah is feeling both our cocks as I hold onto her naked breast and Martin slowly but deeply finger fucks my wife. It was so fucking hot. Sarah spreads her legs wider, it was a silent invitation for Martin to continue playing with her pussy. Sarah begins using her left hand to undo my belt and zipper and at the same time doing the same to Martin. Soon she has a hard cock in each hand. That’s a thick cock, Sarah says. I don’t know who she was speaking to but I leaned forward just enough to see Martin’s fat cock in my wife’s hand. She is gripping his shaft and slowly stroking its length which I’d say was close to 6 inches long, mine is slightly larger but his was much thicker than mine. I’ve never had my hands on two cocks at once, Sarah says. It feels nice, naughty, but nice. You’re very wet now, Martin says. Yes, I’m very wet. Sarah says. I’m stroking his thick cock, baby, Martin is very hard and feels much fatter than yours in my hand. My cock would be hard anywhere you put it, Martin says. I’ll say one thing for Martin, he is not a shy man. Do you want to see Martin’s big cock in me, watch him fuck me, Sarah asked me. I leaned out and looked at his cock again, thick and hard. His tube was huge, trailed its length and the head was mushroom shaped, looking as you would imagine a perfect head to look and almost purplish and in proportion to the shaft. It's a thick one baby, what do you think, I asked. Martin stood up and turned to face Sarah and me. We looked at his cock, now looking longer than when he was seated on the sofa. It had a slight upward curve, I'm sure it will fit nicely in that soaking wet pussy, Martin informs Sarah. Sarah hooks her thumbs into her shorts waist band and shoves them past her knees and they slide onto the floor. She scooted forward until her ass was on the edge of the sofa, clearly offering herself to Martin. Martin gets on his knees and I watch as he grips his cock and drags it along Sarah’s slit. I watch her pussy lips spread about the thick purplish head. His cock is on my pussy, baby. Sarah says to me. I see it, I say. The wetness of her slit has transferred to his cock and shines against the dry skin of the rest of his cock, physical evidence my wife was indeed wet for Martin. I watch as he uses his hand to guide his cocks head along my wife’s slit, dragging her liquids onto his shaft until he pauses, his cock is at her entrance. My cock is now throbbing in mid air as I watch her tight pussy spread and wrap around his dicks head and it goes in just a bit. His cock is spreading my pussy so wide, it’s thick and warm. the head of his cock sinks fully into her pussy. Ah, it’s so thick, but feels good, Sarah says. I watched Martin’s cock slide about half way and paused again. Fuck, baby his cock is in my pussy, so thick, but I’m really wet, she says. Then Martin pushed on until his whole shaft to his sack was deep inside her. Oh god, it’s so much thicker than yours, his cock is spreading my pussy so wide, Sarah says. Martin takes a stroke, a full length stroke, pulling his meat out, it shines with her juices until the head just starts to come out, then he sinks back into her fully. He’s fucking me baby, Martin’s fucking me, damn, I’m so full of a strangers cock and, it feels so good in me. Martin begins to slow fuck Sarah, and his cock is soaked with her ample juices. I see why he missed your pussy in Nottingham, fuck, your pussy feels wonderful wrapped around my cock. I’m going to miss your pussy too, Martin says. Can you see his cock in me baby, you see me taking all of his fat cock in my pussy, Sarah says. Yes, I’m watching him fuck you, baby, do you like that cock, I asked. Yes, yes I like his thick cock, it’s filling me up so full, spreading my insides and fucking me so good. Martin takes Sarah’s legs at the knees and folds her back onto the sofa, buries his cock fully into her, hitting spots inside her that no cock had touched before, and then begins to slam into her harder. Oh baby, he’s fucking me hard, yes, fuck that pussy, fuck it, Sarah urges him to fuck her. I’m watching his dick sliding in and out of her snug hole, his balls slapping her ass and he’s fucking my wife like I’m not in the room and I’m thinking how good her pussy must be to him, and how his cock must feel to my tight little wife’s pussy. Watch him fuck me baby, watch that cock fuck me, baby, Sarah begins her narrative. She’s into getting fucked by Martin and the words flow. Oh god, oh god his cock feels so nice in me, so deep and thick, do you like watching him fuck me baby, I like you watching me be naughty, fuck this feels so good, baby. Oh god, he’s going to make me cum. Sarah looks at me, an odd look as if she had not thought this fully out, that she may actually be cumming with another man. I see it in her eyes and for a few seconds she was at a lose for words that she was not just fucking another man, she was cumming on his cock. I watched as a white creamy liquid started to appear around his shaft. I knew she was cumming it was so fucking hot. Cum on it, baby. Cum on his cock, I say to my wife. She stares excitedly into my eyes and does not blink as she says, Oh fuck, oh god, I can’t not cum, he’s making me cum, I can’t keep from cum,,, ahhhh, oh, oh I’m cumming on his cock, baby, fuuuuuuck, she jerks and snaps and convulses and still staring into my eyes. My lust for her goes wild, I stand up on the sofa and pointed my cock at Sarah’s mouth and she swallows it like a last meal. She is sucking my cock something fierce and I can feel her body being pushed back and forth as Martin continues to fuck her hard for a few minutes longer. Am I being spit roasted, Sarah asked, I want spit roasted, is this it, she asked excitedly. I said I think technically you’d have to be in doggy style, arms and legs pointing down, but maybe. Martin adds, I’d say being in doggy style is a true spit roasting. Let’s do that, Sarah abandons my cock and I flop down on the sofa. Martin stands up and Sarah spins onto the sofa on her knees and again gets my cock into her mouth. I look at Martin’s tool. Sarah’s wetness sparkling on the meaty surface of his cock. Hell, I’d fear it would hurt her had she not just asked him to fuck her harder, so I remain calm. Martin took position behind Sarah and she lifts her head up and looks at me, he’s rubbing his cock in my slit. Oh, he’s pushing his cock inside me, fuck it’s spreading me so wide. It’s in me, honey, all of his cock is in my pussy, Sarah tells me then begins sucking my cock again while Martin begins to fuck her doggy style. Now, this is a proper spit roasting, he tells us. I can feel each stroke he drove into her, pushing her head and mouth down my cock and it steals my lust further. Martin begins to fuck her harder, slamming into her with solid thrust. Damn, this is awesome, no wonder you missed this pussy, I know I’ll never forget it, Martin moans out. He is deep stroking Sarah and her moans around my cock vibrate and her next orgasm was building. Sarah gasps for air and begins jerking my cock off with her right hand. She’s looking at me again and I can see her facial expression, almost straining, I’m going to do it again, I’m going cum on his fat cock, I can’t help it baby, he’s making me cum. Cum on it, cum on my cock, Martin tells her then lightly smacks her ass cheek and fucks her harder. Cum on it, he repeats. Baby, do you want me to cum on his cock, she asks almost in a pleading for release. You have no choice, I said. I know, she says then her body jerked in a violent snap and she gave out a loud oomph, and suddenly her hand grabs the back of my neck and she pulls me towards her and plants a deep kiss on my lips and we kiss passionately as she continues to cum on the shaft of another man’s cock. Fuck, I’m going to cum, Martin lets us know. Sarah spins around real quick and opens her mouth. Martin begins to jerk off his cock a few strokes and a white rope of cum blast out of his cock and right into Sarah’s mouth. Then another and another that splats on her breast as well. Sarah grabs his cock and takes it deep into her mouth and sucks the last of his cum straight from his meaty balls. Martin moans a deep, fuuuuck and drops back onto his butt as Sarah spins around and takes my cock into her mouth again, I look down and she opens her mouth and I see a glob of Martin’s cum on her tongue, she smiles and takes my cock back into her mouth and sucks me like only she can. Within a minute I’m cumming in her mouth, adding my jizz to Martin’s and she swallows it down, not losing a drop. Sarah looks up at me, holding my cock in her mouth which I can tell holds a slight smile. I stay in her mouth until I begin to soften. She raises up and kisses me deep, our tongues entangling. I suddenly realised her mouth tasted like cum. She gives my cock one last squeeze and sits back on the sofa. The evening was late so Martin got dressed and thanked us, saying he’d be back at the end of the month for another case at work and hoped to see us again. Sarah and I finally get into bed and cuddle up. Man, you sure like a strange cock, I said to her. She laughs, it seems I do. I stroke her hair and rub her back softly. Am I slut, she asked. I think I am, I must be slut, I came on another man right in front of my husband, I have no shame, I’m a slut aren’t I, she babbles on. Yes, you did, twice, No slut , you’d have to fuck like 20 guys to be a slut. It can be a goal though, I laughed. Oh don’t tease me, apparently I have the slut gene in me, I enjoyed that more than I should have. Well, he will be back in about three weeks, if you want to become a slut hot wife. You want to see that again, don’t you, then you will, I will fuck him good, you’ll be proud of me, want him to cum in my pussy, he can, he can cum in my pussy, then I’ll sit on your cock and fuck you too, I bet that makes me cum, I’ll probably cum on both of you, and, I interrupted Sarah, slow down baby, enjoy, relax and calm, I say. In two weeks Martin will be visiting again, I can’t wait to see Sarah in action with him again. I'm based in the midlands UK if any women or straight couples would like to play please feel free to DM me

So I met Tina just before the Christmas break at a hotel in Central Birmingham. So me and Tina had been talking for a few weeks having met online. Tina was 41 years old, British born Indian lady, married with two teenage sons, just over five foot in height, with brown hair and eyes to match. Tina had a nice curvy figure and was softly spoken. She had been married for 18 years to her husband who was self-employed and earned a bit of money from what Tina was saying. We first met for a drink after she finished work to have a chat and to generally see how we were together. Tina had explained that she was happily married, but was very bored at home and wanted more excitement and that this was something she had to do. After the evening finished we shared a long kiss and she said she would like to see me again. Given her job and her home life she suggested we meet at a hotel nearby where she works. Tina stated that as she works in education she was finishing early just before the holidays and would tell her husband that she was going out with colleagues after work. Tina had messaged me on Wednesday to say that she had booked us a room for Friday afternoon, it was a travelodge near Birmingham airport. Friday had come and I was filled with excitement at meeting Tina. I just couldn't wait to breed another married woman. Tina had met me round the corner from the hotel having already checked in and collected the key pass. We shared a deep kiss before making our way to the hotel and to our room. Once in the lift we started kissing some more and Tina was caressing my bulge in my jeans. She could feel how hard I was as we walked to the room. Through the door we both began kissing frantically, tongues were down each other's throats. We both start removing our clothes whilst still kissing. Tina had undone my jeans and pulled it down. My rock hard cock was poking through the fly opening in my boxers. Tina starts caressing my cock through my underwear and starts teasing me with her mouth. Her warm breath ignited my cock even more. Tina pulls my boxers down and begins sucking my cock. Tina was taking me deep and started dribbling on my cock as I played with her hair. I slipped off my top and slipped off my socks. I stood there naked whilst Tina feasted on my cock and told me how much thicker I was than her husband. Tina stood up and I helped her remove the rest of her clothes and began sucking her tits. She groans in delight as I begin to play with her pussy. Tina was soaking wet. I got Tina to lay on the bed and I started to massage her feet as she said she liked that, I massaged her soles which she absolutely loved. She said that her husband wasn't into any of this as I continued massaging as I worked my way from her feet and down her legs. I made my way to her wet pussy and began licking her out and eating her clit. Tina's moans filled the room along with the music which we had been playing from the TV to drown out our sex sounds as it was about 4pm in the afternoon. Fingering her I could feel how wet she was getting and her moans got louder as I continued eating her out, taking in every bit of her. I climb over Tina and begin pounding her missionary style. She moans in delight as my rock hard cock slides in and out of her wet pussy. Tina pulls me in closer and we share some kisses. I stop to catch a breath and begin pounding her even more. Tina was showing great energy here. Tina tells me to lay down and she decides to ride me. I lay down and watched Tina slide my cock into her tight shaved Indian pussy here huge dangling lips gripping my cock. The groans and moans of Tina fill the room again as she grabs onto the bed head and begins a full on assault on my cock riding me with excitement and passion for close to 3 minutes. I tell Tina to bend over and I begin giving it to her doggy style as she grabs onto the bed head. I'm slamming into Tina now with my balls slapping against her clit. I could feel she was super wet again as I continued as she moaned in delight. I grabbed her shoulders and started thrusting even more into her. After a few minutes I pulled her hair back and continued giving it to her. Her husband began calling but we ignored it. She said he normally calls about this time as he liked to check up on her. I was tempted to answer the phone and say go away as I was pounding his wife hahaha. After 2 missed calls he got the message and didn't call again. I got Tina to lay on her side and I slid my cock between her and started giving it to her whilst holding her leg up in the air. I must have hit something as she started to properly moan and orgasm at this point. I continued thrusting into her as we shared kisses and was getting close. I asked Tina if I could finish in her and she said she'll love that. I got her back into the missionary position and got her legs right back and began pounding her. The bed was shaking furiously as we both moaned in delight. I started going for it even more and was pushing Tina to the limit. A few more pounds of her pussy and I unloaded my warm cum deep into her and let out a sigh of relief. After a few seconds I pulled out and watched my warm cum drip out of her pussy. We spent an hour cuddling up and kissing under the duvet and she was telling more about herself and her marriage. She had a nice home, a husband that looks after her, but just needed more fun. We fucked again, then a quick shower together before checking out. We relaxed back in bed. Tina's hubby called and she answered whilst she was sucking my cock, which was a turn on for me, just fucked this married lady now she was on the phone to her husband. He said he was going to pick her up from the airport later and hoped she had a good time with the ladies from work. I really enjoyed having Tina and we're planning another date soon.

So I met Robyn back in the summer of 2025 on a Friday night out in Leicester. She had been at a bar with her friends and they were celebrating a birthday. I got to speak with her at the bar and pretty much spent the night talking with her. Robyn is in her late 30's, married with two young children. She's 5ft, slim, blue eyes with brunette hair. When she was leaving, she invited me back to hers as we lived in the same general area in Coventry so asked if I wanted to share a taxi, as her husband was away on a stag do in Newcastle and the kids were staying elsewhere with his parents. We fucked till all morning until she had to get the kids from his mums place. I've been seeing Robyn for months now along with other married women. I generally go on married dating sites to find them. I met Robyn again on Thursday. Her husband who works as a self-employed electrician had left for a job 3 hours away in Yarmouth. Robyn told me to come round when she had dropped the children off at school. Robyn works as a self-employed teacher and generally picks her hours to suit her and the kids. I went round to her place at 10am when she got back. Robyn opened the door wearing a white bra and knickers set. We began sharing deep kisses as we both kissed and caressed each other. Robyn leads me to her bedroom and starts removing my clothes. She unbuttons and unzips my jeans and pulls my pants down exposing my now rock hard cock. Robyn wanks my cock whilst I begin kissing her and removing her bra and sucking her tits. Robyn goes down on her knees and starts sucking me off. I play with her hair as she does this and she gags on my thick cock. Her tongue felt so sweet and nice on my rock hard cock. I help her up and then I get my head between her legs as she stands over me and pulls down her panties and I begin eating her sweet wet pussy out. Her moans fill the room as I bite down on her clit and lick her out. I get her up and we both get onto the bed. We share more kisses as she bends over and holds herself open for me. I begin pounding her doggy style as she screams in delight and starts dripping down cock. I'm holding her brunette hair tugging at it as I continued fucking her. The bed was shaking from side to side and I thought the family picture of her, her husband and kids on the bedside drawer was going to fall off. I lay down and Robyn climbs on top of me and begins riding me. We're both moaning in delight as I just lay there on the pillows whilst she does her thing. Robyn then goes reverse cowgirl on me and I start thrusting up towards her. She moans as she orgasmed as my balls were slapping against her. I watched as my cock slid into her wet pussy and what a sight it was. I got Robyn on her back and started fingering her pussy even more. I lubed her up some more by dripping some of my spit into her pussy. I got on her and started banging her missionary style. Our bodies up and close as we shared kisses. The marital bed was being worked over by us as the headboard banged against the wall. I put Robyn's legs over my shoulders and pressed down and continued banging her as she screamed the room down in delight. I continued as Robyn begged me to fill her up when I was getting closer and closer. A loud grunt from me signalled that I was cumming as I filled her up with my cum. There was nothing more satisfying than breeding a married woman in her marital bed. I stayed at Robyn's place till 2:30pm where we fucked again before she had to leave to do the school run. Robyn's probably one of my favourites who I see, so will probably share more stories at some point.

I can’t believe it. Here I am in our car driving home to my husband Steve. I’d just spent the last two hours at a hotel with Martin. I had a hard week at school teaching and I needed to unwind and he definitely made sure that I did. He fucked me so well I had two very strong orgasms. Just the kind of unwinding I needed. But that’s not what’s so hard to believe. My husband Steve knows that I fuck him and he’s fine with it. Steve used to want to always be there to watch and join but lately, due to my request, he’s given me the okay to fuck him whenever I choose, with or without him being there. So spending a couple of hours after work having wild sex with him isn’t out of the question. What is different this time is that I let him fuck me without a condom and he came inside me. I mean I practically begged him to cum in me. It was so intense, so slutty, taboo, and so incredibly naughty! We’ve been married for over 30 years. During all that time, my husband is the only man that has penetrated me without protection. I think it is a husband’s right and I’ve happily reserved that privilege for him. After all he is my life mate and he should be entitled to some exclusivity. Let’s say that for the past 30 years that it was his right, now with the cum of another man leaking from my pussy I can attest to the fact that Steve is no longer the only man who gets to cum in me! And I loved it! “Oh wow I can’t believe how much I just came.” He said as he kissed me afterward, sending the thrill of awareness through me: awareness that this man, whose spent dick is still semi-erect and inside of me, now “knows” me in about as intimate a way as you can, awareness that I’ve now broken about every rule of fidelity that there is, and awareness that I will gladly and without hesitation do this again. “Mmmm…and it felt so good my lover” I said as I kissed him back. I meant every word. Now, driving home, I can feel his hot cum leaking out of me, through my panties and soaking into the crotch. I probably shouldn’t have worn white pants I think to myself as I imagine what the combination of mine and his cum is doing down there. Oh well, it was worth the extra cleaning I’ll have to do. Worth it knowing I just let another man cum in my pussy. I dial my husband: “I’m heading home now .” “OK, so how did it go?” “Great, really great.” “Really? better than usual?” He asks. I answer with one word: “Yes” “Did you do something different this time?” “Oh yeah, that’s what made it so great.” “Was it what we talked about?” “I’ll tell you when I get home I don’t want to spoil the surprise. I’ll be home soon.” That was my way of telling him it was private, naughty private, not the sort of discussion a wife should have with husband on the phone but much better in person. Lately we had been talking about creampies and I asked him what he would do if I ever came home with one. “I’d lick your naughty little pussy, just to show you how grateful I am to have a hot, cuckolding, wife. Like on those videos” he replied. Well tonight I thought to myself we’re going to find out how true my dear hubby was to his word. I hope he is because the thought of coming home to have my husband eat my lover’s cum out of me, well, let’s just say it has me aroused. At about 8:30pm I arrived home and walked in the door. “I’m back” I state the obvious and give him a deep open mouth kiss. “Did you have a good time?” he asks. Hugging me close, looking deeply into my eyes. “I sure did, can you taste him on my breath? I think I swallowed an awful lot of his cum. Before he fucked me” I say as I break the kiss. “So, what made it great?” He asks curiously. “I did it.” “Did what?” He answers back. “I let him fuck me without a condom.” “Did he cum?” He asks. “Twice” I say as I kiss him again, “Once in my mouth.” “And?” He asks. I smile and say: “And once in my pussy.” “You let him cum inside of you?” I look him in the eyes and smile again “Mmm…Hmm…I asked him to”. “Once he put his cock in me I was amazed at how good it felt, all veiny with that big swollen head and raw. I was thinking: ‘Now I’ve fucked my husband lots of times like this but, it’s not as hot as this’. Fucking my lover bareback, it just took it to another level! All I could think of was that another man was completely bare inside of me, experiencing me in exactly the same way you do. I loved that.” “Loved what?” My husband asked me “Hmm…that I was doing it. That another man was ‘knowing me’ just like you do. That I was craving another man’s uncovered cock so much. Soon I was telling him I wanted him to cum in me and I surprised myself how much I meant it. He didn’t have to be told twice, he loved it. I have to admit, I loved it too, every thick and musky drop of it!” We walk each other to our bedroom arm and arm in deep anticipation of what is to come. I strip down to my camisole and see through panties, which are soaked in Martins cum, and wait in bed while Steve undresses. I have a grin on my face as I watch him. “So, you like that I let Him put his naked dick inside of me?” I ask, feeling like every bit of a tease. “Oh yes and you know it,” he says in a low whisper. Hubby begins to caress me, running his hand up to my torso, cupping my breasts and playing with the nipples another man had made so hard with his mouth just a short time before. “Hmmm” Steve says as he pulls up the camisole and begins to kiss my breasts. He runs his hands down into my panties and begins to slowly pull them down my legs. “What do you like about it?” I ask curiously wanting to hear him say it. “What do you?” He replies. “No, I asked you.” I tell him. “Well, it’s a very big step” He says “and I find it very arousing” I know exactly what he means but I want to hear it from his lips. “What do you mean?” I ask again. “Well you’ve had sex with him before. But each time we’ve always insisted he wear condoms. In fact, you’ve even told me that not wearing a condom is something you reserve for me. But if we really want to fully experience the Cuckold/Hotwife thing then I have to remain completely faithful to you while you give another guy the sexual privileges you give me. By letting him fuck you raw you’ve broken all the barriers. Now there’s nothing I do with you that you don’t do with him. It’s hot for me. Plus it’s safe, we know you can’t get pregnant (I’m in my late 50s) and we know him well. “Now how about you?” he pressed. “Well I definitely liked the ‘taboo’ part of it. I mean a “good” wife isn’t supposed to let another man fuck her and I’ve done that. She isn’t supposed to let another man put his unprotected dick in her did that too. And she certainly isn’t supposed to come home to her husband with a pussy full of another man’s cum. But that’s what I did isn’t it? Feel how wet he made my pussy. Oh honey, it was so hot! It was like we didn’t care. He was rubbing his dick against my opening and I was moaning and rubbing back against him then he just pushed forward, he just had to have his dick in me and I was like ‘Yes! Don’t stop.’ So he continued fucking me, just like you do. I came twice while he fucked me, the first time when he put his dick in me. I mean I can’t figure it out, you and I fuck without a condom all the time but when he put his unprotected dick in me, it felt so illicit…I just went way over the top! ” “You like being a naughty wife” Steve asks. “I really do. I really never thought I’d be saying this but I really love getting fucked by another man, it’s like I’ve come full circle. Years ago I couldn’t have imagined fucking anyone other than you. Now I can’t imagine ever going back to just fucking you, those days of being a “faithful” wife are way behind us. This is way too good to give up. And I really can’t believe how much I loved knowing that he was going to cum in my pussy. It was like the first time I ever had sex. I was so horny: I knew I shouldn’t but there was no way I wasn’t going to do it. He was fucking me and telling me how great I felt, how wet I was, and how excited my pussy made him. Then he started fucking me fast and furious and told me: ‘Do you want me to cum inside of you?’ I was moaning by then but he says: ‘say it, say you want my cum inside of you’ and believe me I sure did. So I say ‘Yes , I want your cum, please cum inside of me’ and he starts thrusting and I could feel him swelling and his cock twitching, and then I can feel him spraying my insides and that just sends me into another orgasm! I felt so naughty and sexy, like my pussy was milking the cum out of him! It was really, really great.” “You’re really turned on by this?” He asked me. “I really am. I loved it. I don’t know why but I love the fact that he did that to me. In the car driving I was thinking about the fact that I was coming home to you but that his cum was inside of me and it made me feel, I don’t know, wicked and desired and just…complete. Like I am a woman who has it all. All I kept thinking was ‘You’re married and you just let a man ten years younger than you cum inside of you’ I love that, it’s so hot.” By now, my husband’s dick is about as hard as it’s ever been. “How about you, Steve? How do you feel knowing that his cum is inside of me? Do you love having me this way? All satisfied and wet, and filled by another man? Still excited because I finally did it? Do you like the fact that your wife is a little bit of a slut for another man?” Steve doesn’t answer me, instead he kisses up my legs and spreads them wide. Slowly, he begins to kiss closer and closer to my pussy. I’m so excited knowing what’s going to happen I can’t stop from moaning with anticipation. Then it happens, he begins to lick my cum filled pussy. I can’t believe how hot this makes me. I’ve read creampie stories before and thought they were OK. But believe me, to actually have another man cum inside you and then to have your husband wilfully lick your cummy pussy. It’s unbelievable! Soon I was moaning and thrashing about: “Hmm” yeah, do you like that? I sure do…do you like tasting another man in me?” I say. “I sure hope you do because I plan on getting regular deposits from him whenever I can from now on. Just think about it, now I’m a “sure thing” for him. Every time he sees me he will be leaving his spunk inside of me …and you’re going to get to taste what he did to me. Oh yeah…put your dick in me and cum just like he did. I want to fall asleep tonight with the cum of two men inside of me.” Needless to say he did, and then I came for the third time that night, my pussy filled with the semen of two very good lovers. And I loved it!

Husband watches first time with friend My husband Steve and I were just a couple months away from our thirtieth wedding anniversary and we had invited our neighbour over to share dinner on a warm summer evening. We have known Martin, a handsome man for a few years. He's younger than us by nearly 10 years. He lost his wife a few years back to cancer, Martin has lived over the street from us for several years. While in bed with my husband, he and I had even, if infrequently, fantasized of Martin and my husband sharing me in bed. Lounging around now with drinks after dinner we found Martin pleasant and charming. Before dinner while my husband and I were showering and dressing for dinner, Steve had teased and reminded me of our sometimes fantasies and remarked that I seemed attracted to him. I said maybe a little, as he was charming. As the evening wore on I found Martin sitting next to me and I could feel his thigh pressing lightly against mine, and as I casually glanced down from time to time as we were all talking, I thought I could see the beginning of an erection. It was exciting, feeling the warmth of his thigh and sensing the desire in this man, and I felt a little tinge of arousal, a slight moistening between my thighs. The effect of the drinks and pleasantness of the evening was having an effect. I don’t think this was lost on my husband. Steve was leaning back in His arm chair, appearing sleepy, but still aware, and Martin was sitting beside me on our sofa. My husband stirred himself enough to turn down the lights and closed the blinds so we were almost in shadow, and I wondered why he wanted the lights so dim. Our friend took advantage of the lighting to place his arm around me, drawing me against him. I didn’t resist, wondering where this was going. It seemed to be going somewhere, as the next thing he turned me towards him and kissed me. It was so exciting, feeling his lips touch mine for the first time. No response from Steve, so he kissed me again, this time his mouth opening and his tongue gently caressing my lips until I opened them slightly, drawing in and gently sucking his tongue, and teasing the tip with my tongue. I was sure that Steve was aware of what was happening, so why didn’t he say something? After another kiss he lightly leaned me back on the sofa with him beside me, holding me in an embrace. I glanced towards Steve. I knew he could see, even though it was dark, but he said nothing. Did he want to see what I would do? Was he going to call a halt to this action? I was going to find out. When he began to unbutton my blouse I did nothing, and I did nothing when he pulled it free, exposing my bra which opened from the front. I allowed another long wet kiss, and then he opened my bra, exposing my breasts. They just flopped out and drooped a little. I was flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events. I looked at my husband again. I could see his eyes and I felt he wanted this to happen. I couldn’t believe this scene that was unfolding, was he going to allow Martin to fuck me? Everything about this night, the comfort of home, and the drinks we had consumed lent itself to an erotic evening, and it seemed to be getting to all of us. Martin was caressing my nipples with his fingertips till they stiffened, and then he was using his mouth and tongue on my breasts, and I was becoming more and more aroused. I wondered if my husband had an erection. Martin certainly did. I was very aware of the pressure against my leg. His fingers traced a path down along my stomach, over my thighs and down to my knees, sliding under my skirt, slowly sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. His hand was gently pushing my thighs apart, his hand now firmly between them, stroking and caressing them, finally pressing against my panties. I felt myself moistening almost flowing like a river, becoming more aroused as his fingers slipped inside the leg band of my panties, finding me dripping wet. I moaned softly when his finger moved inside me, not wanting my husband to hear. I murmured again when his finger found my clitoris. I was aware of his movements as he slipped off his trousers and underwear, and I wondered if now Steve was going to say or do something, but he didn’t. I whispered to him, "Don’t strip me." But he whispered back, "I’ve got to take these off," meaning my panties. Steve was leaning forward watching and listening. Did he want us to go ahead? Although we had fantasized about this, did he really want to see Martin fucking me? I could feel his very hard cock against my thigh, and I knew I was very close to doing it with this man being penetrated by him. I raised my hips to allow him to pull my skirt up under me, but I hesitated when he gripped the waist band of my panties, attempting to take them off. I took a last look at my husband who sat there immobile. This scene was so far out, and I was so aroused that I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my panties off, and now open to him. He pressed my legs and thighs apart, lightly caressing my wet vulva, pressing my legs open more as he moved between them, preparing to mount me. I gave a last look at my husband whose eyes were shining in the dim light, now pulling his chair closer to us. There was no way now that I could stop, I needed Martin inside me, I lifted and opened my thighs so he could enter me. He directed the head of his cock against me, flicking the head of his cock un and down my slit, moistening the tip with my wetness. Feeling another cock, another man, touching and opening my pussy with the head of his cock for the first time in years, with my husband watching and wanting this to happen, had me so unbelievably hot. He then began to push. I felt myself opening to the insistent pressure, my cunt stretching as he pressed firmly, giving a gasp as he entered me. I was so excited and so close that I began to groan and shuddered. He waited till I relaxed before pushing into me, gradually filling me, penetrating me till I was fully impaled on this cock, giving a hoarse cry and feeling my pussy pulse around this new cock. It was done! I was sure my husband could see his cock entering me. I wish I could see if he was as hard as Martin. He remained still, his cock rigid and fully into me, finally moving slowly back and forth, almost pulling out each time, then slowly but firmly thrusting in me until he was grinding against my clit. It was so intense, this new cock slowly fucking me with my husband watching. I slowly forgot about him watching as Martin began thrusting more powerfully into me, my body moving with him, my ankles hooking around his legs as I do with my husband. It was so erotic, this scene right out of a hardcore movie. Martin was having his way with me, taking me with my husband watching, observing our friend fucking me as he was squeezing his own cock, seeing him doing it to me. The way I was turned, with my legs and thighs lifted, he had to be able to see Martin's cock moving in and out of me and his ball sack slapping my ass, and my inner thighs and Martin`s shaft shiny with my juices. The sheer naughtiness of what we were doing made it so exciting, so intense. I was soon shaking with an orgasm that came so quickly that I cried out, my legs and arms clutching him as warmth flowed throughout my body. He held himself fully into me till my climax subsided, and slowly began moving again, thrusting steadily, taking plenty of time, lifting me to another erotic high. I made no attempt now to be quiet, my gasps and moans louder and louder, filling the room. He was soon pushing powerfully into me, I could feel him twitch and his cock seemed to swell. I knew he was about to come and I screamed out "dont stop, I want you to come in me." He didn’t say anything, We both knew he was getting close, I found myself approaching another climax. Just as the waves of erotic feeling were building I gripped him with my legs and said "please don’t stop!" As I shuddered and convulsed his hands gripped my ass pulling me into him. I felt him impale me fully, groaning, his cock swelling and spurting against the walls of my vagina, filling me with his cum. I gave a cry as he flooded me, emptying his cock in me. It was so intense, Martin filling my vagina with his semen, and my husband watching this man having his way with me, watching him emptying his cock in me, seeing his own wife awash with another man’s sperm. He finally moved away from me, but I lay there with my legs spread, emotionally exhausted, feeling our combined wetness on my thighs. He got up and dressed, giving me a quick kiss, and saying "I’ll leave you two now," and smiling as he left, obviously very pleased. I sat up and looked at my husband. His dick was out, hard and wet with precum, so clearly he had enjoyed watching his wife getting bred by another man. I said, "I know we've talked about this, but wasn't really sure we would ever actually do it, I thought that at any moment you might intervene, and so I let him go ahead, thinking that soon you would call a halt. I kept waiting for you, but you let him go on and on, and finally I realized you weren’t going to make him stop, and then I was so far along that I was helpless. I was just so wet and hot that I just spread my legs for him." "I didn’t know it would go that far. I thought a little kissing and touching was sexy but harmless, and I thought it would just end there. But then I got caught up in the scene. I got so excited watching him working on you that I was in a daze. I never thought I would get so excited watching a man seducing you and having his way with you. I just can’t believe it. And then when he got your panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost came there and then. And when he penetrated you I didn't want to do anything but watch, watch him screwing you, and hearing you moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you, fucking you it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You were so very beautiful and you're such a wonderful lover, I just had to watch you please him the way you please me. And seeing you making him come in you...." We went to bed but it was a long time before either of us went to sleep. Steve couldn't wait to taste my cum filled pussy, and dip his cock in the mixture of Martin's and my combined fluids. My pussy was so silky smooth and wet. Steve said it felt wonderful, and it felt even better when Steve added his cum to ours. I felt so sexy and fulfilled, going to sleep with the semen of 2 men inside of me, and fantasizing about the next time.

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Sorry everyone I've been away for a while, was asked to be an exclusive +1 for a really nice local couple in Coventry, im back again on the scene looking for a new couple or hot wife for fun here is a story from earlier on this year, It would appear I have made someone a hot wife. Here I am a 40 yr old married lady, standing in front of the hotel mirror, I could feel the nervousness tightening inside my tummy. The conference that day was a long and tedious one, but the prospect of dinner with Martin, a mature attendee who had sat next to me, did inject a thrill into my day. I’d never met him before, but he was charming and handsome, then subtly flirtatious as the day progressed with uninspiring speeches. I knew it was wrong and risky of me to accept his invitation to dinner. It just so happened that we were staying in the same hotel as each other. The way he spoke and looked at me made me feel attractive and desired and horny as hell, things I hadn’t felt in years. My husband had long stopped noticing me, despite my attempts to shorten the emotional gap that had grown between us. His attention and desires lay elsewhere. Whether it was work or the endless stream of pornography he consumed in our home office, he rarely had time for me anymore. I accepted it and focussed on my own work and our children. But after the conference, thinking about dinner with Martin, who I had to keep reminding myself was a stranger, I wanted to feel alive, needed to know I wasn’t washed up at thirty-three. I smoothed my hands over the casual, black, sleeveless, dress I’d packed for the trip, it’s hem grazing just above my knees. The fabric hugged my petite frame and accentuated the curves my husband no longer seemed interested in. I cupped my full breasts, feeling a flicker of pride at how youthful I still looked being in my 40`s. I then fussed my long brown hair and smeared a touch of lipstick. With the tightening in my tummy turning to butterflies, I took a deep breath and told myself that it was just dinner. When I arrived at the restaurant, Martin was already seated. For a man in his early 50`s, maybe 10 years my senior, I thought he looked great. He wasn’t too tall or broad, and he had styled dark blonde hair that I liked on older men. But it was just dinner. He stood like a gentleman as I approached, his smile warm and friendly, relaxing me. “Good evening, Rachel, you look absolutely beautiful,” he beamed, moving around the table to pull a chair out for me. “Thank you, Martin, but you’re too kind,” I blushed ever so slightly, unable to remember the last time a man complimented my appearance. It gave me validation for agreeing to dinner with him. “Just being honest,” he said, as I sat down. Martin retook his seat opposite me, asking if I’d like to choose a bottle for us to share. As I browsed the wine list, his eyes lingered on me. Not lecherously or intrusive, just appreciatively, the way my husband used to, before married life, routine, and pornography killed the spark between us. Over dinner, the wine flowed along with my own honesty. Martin said he was widowed after losing his wife to cancer and that his children were now all grown up and working away. I told him my children were still young and that my marriage wasn’t what it used to be. I absently told him about the loneliness I felt, but I didn’t blame my husband. It wasn’t all his fault, and I wasn’t going to criticise him to another man. Martin listened thoughtfully, and without passing judgment or offering any unwanted advice, but he did give genuine sympathy. He was still a stranger in reality, but there was a confidence and an understanding about him that made me feel safe, desired and appreciated. After all, he’d been through it himself with his late wife. After the meal, we went into the bar for another drink, where we joked about how boring the conference was, cruelly making fun of the speakers. I felt a real connection with Martin, and he felt it too. The looks we were giving each other. The smiles and body language between us. We were like a happy couple, not two people who’d met that day. “Rachel,” he said, my heart now racing with excitement, it was the end of the night. “I have thoroughly enjoyed your company this evening, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to continue spending time with you, maybe another glass of wine upstairs…” he paused, letting his subtle offer sink in for a moment. “But that’s entirely up to you, of course.” My heart raced like a school girl. I had already gone too far and betrayed my husband, but I had thoroughly enjoyed his company too. I gazed into his eyes, a million thoughts running through my mind. I knew what going upstairs with him meant, but I had never cheated on my husband before. I wasn’t even looking. Yet, something inside me was urging me to go with him. That familiar tingle downstairs. “There’s no pressure, Rachel,” he said softly, putting his hand on my knee. “You’re a beautiful woman who is like me longing to be caressed. I’d love the opportunity to change that for you… for one night at least.” His touch sent bolts of electricity up my spine, hardening my nipples against the fabric of my bra. “I’d like that,” I murmured. “Very well,” he beamed, standing delighted with his arm out. “Shall we?” We travelled through the hotel, saying very little to each other as the tension grew and grew. By the time we were standing outside the door to his room, I was shaking and feeling light headed. The soft carpet beneath my feet felt like concrete. What are you doing, Rachel? I asked myself inwardly. You’re married! You have children! What are you doing? As I debated apologising to Martin and walking away, thanking him for just dinner, he opened the door and walked me inside, his hand on the small of my back. Despite everything I had to lose, I tightened up and told myself that I was now past the point of no return, because it damn well felt like it, I was super horny and wet. “I can see you’re nervous,” he said, his voice kind and gentle as he stepped up to me and brushed my hair from my right shoulder. “We can just continue talking, if you like? Don’t put yourself under any pressure, Rachel. There’s no need to be nervous or afraid.” “Thank you,” I murmured, meeting his gaze. His warm words wrapped around me like a blanket on a cold winter night. “But God you’re beautiful,” he added, barely cupping the side of my face, his thumb smoothing my cheek, sending a slow, teasing tingle down my spine. “Do you want to be here? It’s ok if you don’t.” “It’s not about what I want,” I replied softly. “It’s about what I should and shouldn’t be doing.” He replied “No, Rachel, tonight is all about what you want… what you need… but it’s up to you.” His hand dropped to my waist, encouraging me to come closer. The atmosphere was so intense, so electric, so forbidden. I could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric of my dress. I wanted and needed to push him away, but I also wanted and needed him to kiss me. I was so torn, it nearly paralysed me. “Let me be the one to show you how amazing and beautiful you are,” he whispered, trying to charm his way into my panties. It was working. It started hours ago. I was already wet. As he leaned in, I closed my eyes slowly and felt his lips brush against mine, truly igniting my desires. His hand moved to my lower back, urging me closer still. Instinctively, we came together like lovers and kissed intimately, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my knees weak. Releasing a deep sigh, I wrapped my arms around his neck, surrendering myself to him, to another man. “Don’t make me regret this,” I thought to myself, swept off my feet as he held my hips. I shivered at his words and mine, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control. He led me toward the bed slowly, increasing the anticipation. I felt a pang of guilt as he kissed me again and unzipped my dress at the back. The sound of the small, hidden zipper amplified by the quiet in the room, but it was as if I was also being freed from something. The dress fell down my body, pooling at my feet. I had to catch my breath and stand firm in case I fell. “Are you ok?,” he smiled, placing a finger under my chin, and raising my head. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a very long time. “Tell me to stop at any point and I will.” “I don’t want you to stop,” I sighed, kissing him before panic set in. I was cheating on my husband for the first time in 30 years of marriage, and it felt exhilarating. Lust trickled into my black lace panties as my erect nipples rubbed against the matching fabric of my bra. I expected to feel his hands on my full breasts, but instead, I felt them cup my rounded ass cheeks. We sighed in unison as he carefully sat me down on the mattress. As I sank into it, the pang of guilt was quickly overshadowed by the desire in Martin’s eyes. He knelt in front of me, his hands running over my thighs as he kissed me again, sighing his hunger to have me. I recoiled slightly, when he reached round my body and deftly unclasped my bra. God, was there anything this man wasn’t good at? He removed my bra effortlessly, releasing my full D cup breasts. I kept my eyes closed, riding a wave of emotions. I was experiencing heightened arousal, but feeling vulnerable and @@@@@@@. His hands cupped my soft mounds of flesh, forcing me to emit a deep sigh. My skin was flushed, getting hotter by the second, as he gently caressed my body in exactly the way I had been longing for. The smooth, natural flow was so erotic, it helped keep my nerves and anxiety in check, allowing adrenaline to course through my veins. I felt things that had been lying dormant within me for far too long. Now awakened, my vaginal juices warmed and moistened my panties like a river after a severe drought. My husband only made love to me once in 4 months. It wasn’t enough. “You have a gorgeous pair,” Martin muttered, rolling my nipples with his thumbs, my flesh yielding in his hands. He then kissed around my dark areoles, making my dark pink nipples ache in need. I tilted my head back, releasing a sigh up at the ceiling, and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling on the back of his head. He didn’t need words to understand the state I was in. He swirled a soft tongue around a tight teat and gave me pleasure. “Oh…” I moaned, having forgotten what it felt like to have such care and attention applied to my sensitive nipples. Martin suckled on both, back and forth, drawing them out until they were rock hard and throbbing, glistening with his saliva. Kneading my breasts, he gently lay me down flat on the bed, his fingertips suddenly tracing the curves of my body, trailing up and down my tummy, flirting with the waistband of my panties. I writhed slightly, the anticipation whipping me into a frenzy. “Yes,” I gasped, when his fingers went inside the garment and began to pull the band of my knickers down. I raised my bottom to assist him then arched my back, my breathing becoming ragged as he bared my private mound to his gaze. I heard him groan and murmur quietly when he saw my neatly trimmed nest of dark hair. Despite not getting any oral sex at home, my dignity and pride still made sure I didn’t let my garden become overgrown down there. My heart pounded as I felt the delicate lace moving against my prickly skin, pulled down my legs in almost slow motion. It was the most intense yet pleasurable form of torture I could remember in recent memory. Martin knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t rush in, knowing we had the entire evening. When he pulled my panties over my ankles and feet, he told me he couldn’t wait to taste me, but the taster session began with him planting soft kisses on the top of my foot and around my ankle. I was an emotional mess. He worked his way up to my knee then crossed over to the other leg, peppering me with soft, effective kisses. I needed to cum there and then. By the time he was kissing inside my thighs and around my vulva, I was begging him to stop teasing me. I was pleading to a man who wasn’t my husband, a man much older than me, a man I’d only met twelve hours earlier, to lick the most intimate area of my body. Apart from little groans, here and there, Martin seemed to ignore my urgency, keeping things at his pace… utter control. “Please…” I squirmed, arching my back begging him. “I need release… please…” I panted. I could feel how wet I was without touching myself, and my labia couldn’t have gotten any more swollen and engorged. Even my breasts felt a little heavier. My body was primed, ready and waiting to go off like a rocket. All it needed was someone to light the fuse, a skilled tongue to end my suffering. The call was finally answered. “Oh, fuck!” I cursed, gripping the duvet and arching my back violently. “That’s it! Yes!” Martin ran his tongue up my opening and around my clit, growling as he tasted my essence. I panted repeatedly, trying to prevent my breathing from running away. Once again, he was in no rush. He took his time, demonstrating precision to the likes of which I’d never known. His tongue touched and tasted every inch of my vulva, before he spread my hood, exposing my bud. “Yes!” I cried out. “Make me come!” He took me right to the edge, getting my heart racing and my body jerking, before he slipped two rigid fingers inside me, rubbing the tips along the roof of my pussy. In a nano second, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and that rocket went shooting off. I bucked out of control on the bed, filling the room with my adulterous cries of pleasure. Even during my orgasm, Martin knew what to do. He removed his tongue from my clit and slowly pulled his fingers out, just before the sensitivity reached unbearable levels. It allowed me to collapse on the bed, my hands on my head, wondering what on earth had just happened. Of course I knew, but I was seeing stars and every nerve ending in my body was electrified. As my orgasm subsided, I realised Martin was still fully clothed. He stood up with a triumphant smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on me, as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a good body for his age. I smiled back at his topless frame, my feet flat on the bed, knees up, legs parted, recovering my breathing. The anticipation began to build once more, as I watched Martin kick off his shoes, remove his socks, and unbuckle his belt. I felt eighteen again, about to give up my virginity. No words were spoken in those couple of exciting minutes. The pang of guilt did resurface, but then he unzipped his fly and dropped his pants. My eyes immediately widened at his swollen crotch. “Sit up, Rachel,” he instructed me kindly. Thankfully, my blushes were not seen because my body was still burning from the wonderful orgasm he’d just inflicted upon me. As I sat up, he quickly pushed his boxers down his legs and stepped out of them, leaving him standing in front of me with average but modest erection. Martin was average downstairs but I just needed that cock deep inside me. “Only if you’re comfortable doing it,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m comfortable,” I giggled briefly, curling my fingers around his girth. “That’s good to know,” he smirked, gathering my long brown locks and placing them to fall behind me. I leaned forward, licking his swollen head as I stroked his cock. He exhaled long and slow, reaching for my breasts. It felt nice, him caressing me while I caressed him with my mouth. I took him in, swirling my tongue around, moving my head back and forth, my hand up and down, building a nice rhythm. “Oh… that feels fantastic,” he sighed, massaging my breasts firmly. I groaned in response and took him deeper, his spongey head touching my tonsils before I pulled back. I never was one for deep throating, and my oral skills were a little rusty, but he didn’t seem to mind. As I bobbed my head at his crotch, he continued to feel my breasts, while rocking his hips. “Look up at me, Rachel,” he whispered, already gazing down at me. “That’s it. God, you’re beautiful… especially with those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me.” “Thanks,” I beamed, taking a two-second break. “You can hold my head by my hair if you want,” I hinted. “Yeah?” he chuckled lightly, grabbing my hair softly. He then pulled it tight, enough for me to feel him pulling at my roots. “Mmm…” I hummed around his cock. It was so hard, yet smooth, and swollen. The veins pulsated through the shaft as I worked him. “That’s it, Rachel, suck it,” he breathed, thrusting his hips a little faster, gradually increasing the pace until he was using my mouth. “Oh… I’d love to see you swallow, but I’m not a repeat performer, sadly,” he mocked himself, stepping back in case he came. “Stand up. I want to kiss you again.” The guilt was gone now. I was going the full hog with Martin, behind my husband's back. It was never really in doubt after our first kiss. As our tongues entwined, our naked bodies pressed up against each other, I held his cock and stroked him, my sex dripping wet to have him slide it inside me. I knew it was wrong, but I also knew it was going to be great sex, possibly the best I’d ever had. Caught up in an inescapable web of lust, desire and treachery, the thought of protective sex didn’t even occur to me until Martin lay me down on the bed again, his bare cock hovering close to my mound, sniffing her out, ready for penetration. “Do you have a condom?” I asked, fearing I had just poured freezing cold water over the situation. But I had to ask. One, I wasn’t on the pill, and two, it’s every woman’s right to ask a man to wear one. “I was just thinking the same thing. No, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in this position,” he said, apologetically. “Do you?” Of course I didn’t, I replied inwardly. “Just make sure you pull out in time,” I told him. “Are you sure?” he checked, looking excited. “Yes, I’m sure.” I pulled him on top of me. “I need you inside me,” I purred. “Oh, you’re amazing,” he sighed, nestling his cock between my swollen lips. “Just be gentle,” I worried for a moment. But it felt good, very good. “It’s been a while.” “Just let me know if it feels uncomfortable,” he whispered, the head of his cock gently pressing into my entrance. “Ohhhh…” I moaned, wrapping my arms around him, my teeth grazing his shoulder. “You’re tight,” he breathed. “Just relax.” I closed my eyes and held him tightly, concentrating on relaxing to let him in. I was wet enough, but I had not had anything for a while. He pulled back then pushed forward a few times, gradually working his cock inside me. This was truly it… the moment of ultimate betrayal. It was impossible to see it as my lowest point when I was feeling at my highest, especially when he completely stretched and filled me. “Oh, yes, slowly, go slowly,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around him. The sensations coursing through my body helped me forget about everything else. “God, you're so sexy,” he groaned, moving his hips steadily, stroking his cock in and out until I adjusted to him. A few intensely enjoyable moments later, my pussy was squelching around him, ready to be used. Then an orgasm crept up on me. I squeezed my arms, legs, and inner walls, and bit into his shoulder. He hissed and thrust harder, making me climax quicker than ever. Convulsing beneath him, Martin sped up his thrusts and began to fuck me. “Oh yes! Oh yes! I kept repeating, not wanting to let him go. He grunted and groaned, raised my legs onto his shoulders in a sudden movement, pounding down on top off me. His balls slapping against my buttocks, his cock reaching places I had never felt a cock touch before. God, I had never felt so full and fucked in my life. It was so raw and deep, I couldn’t stop screaming and gasping. I climaxed again, digging my nails into his flesh as my breasts bounced out of control. I couldn’t believe this kind of sex was out there. I was hooked. Then Martin ordered me onto all fours. He thrust into me from behind and grabbed my hair, pulling it harder this time, as he slapped my cheeks. I can’t imagine what the people in the next room must have thought. I was exhausted, but more than happy to let him fuck me as hard as he needed to. I had totally forgotten that his cock was bare inside me, until he groaned a warning. But I was right on the edge of another orgasm, my breasts swinging beneath me, my nipples grazing the duvet. I begged him to hold off, but he said he couldn’t. He was losing control of himself. I wasn’t ready for him to pull out. I needed that orgasm, so I rocked back hard and reached between my legs to rub my clit. Martin warned me again, but I growled at him to keep fucking me. I was almost there. “I’m gonna cum, Rachel!” he warned me for the third and final time. “Keep going!” I urged him. “I’m almost there. Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” I screamed. As I cried out in ecstasy, my mind blurry, he lunged into me, grunting and twitching. I felt him throbbing against my contracting muscles. We were climaxing together, his cock filling my pussy and unprotected womb with his sperm. Once it started, there was no stopping it, until we collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap, completely satisfied. “Damn, that felt amazing, coming deep inside you,” he breathed heavily. I said nothing as he climbed off and lay beside me. His load really did go deep. It took a few moments for it to start trickling out. But I refused to let it spoil the experience. I just made a mental note to call into a pharmacy before heading home. I felt so relaxed, I slipped my naked body under the duvet. Martin took me in his arms, a big smile on his face. We didn’t really speak. We just lay there in silence, drifting off to sleep, thankfully not having any time to think about what I’d done. I woke the following morning to find I had rolled onto my side, and Martin cuddling into my back, softly kissing the nape of my neck, his hand gently caressing my breasts. It was a great way to wake up, but my mind quickly started racing with thoughts of my adultery, of the consequences that awaited me. Before I could tell him that I had to go, knowing my husband would call me on his way to work, after dropping the kids to school, Martin raised my leg and nuzzled into my neck, whispering he had to have me again. I didn’t have time for sex, but then I felt his hard cock rubbing along my opening. We didn’t speak, he simply held my leg up and entered me slowly as we lay on our sides. I soon forgot my worries. He gently fucked me, stroking his entire length in and out of my body, building a morning orgasm. I buried my face in a pillow, muffling my moans as I trembled in ecstasy once more. “I’m gonna miss the feeling of you coming on my cock,” he whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse. But as much as I wanted him to keep fucking me. I needed him to hurry up and finish. Then, the first stage of my nightmare began. The moment I dreaded when I woke up. My phone began to ring and vibrate in my purse. I knew it was my husband. Martin sped up, pounding my pussy as my phone rang and rang. I squinted my eyes closed, feeling pleasure and guilt mixed together. My phone eventually stopped, only to immediately start ringing again. Martin squeezed a breast and asked if it was my husband calling me. I nodded and said it would unlikely be anyone else. He growled, seemingly aroused at the thought, then he ejaculated inside me for the second and last time. Talk about guilt karma punishing me. What were the chances of my husband calling me as another man filled me with his sperm? I was now feeling guilty. Martin would disagree. He owned me in that moment, throbbing and twitching until he’d finished. “Sorry,” I apologised, rushing out of bed and putting my underwear on, as his cum ran down my leg. “I really enjoyed it, but now I have to go.” “I understand. You were amazing, Rachel. Try not to let this eat you up. Nobody will ever find out, and I will never forget it, either,” he smiled at me as I put my dress on. “Can you help me with the zip, please?” I rushed over to him. Then my damn phone rang for a third time. Once Martin had zipped my dress up, I grabbed my purse and shoes, saying goodbye in the worst possible way. I arrived at my room and called my husband back, having completed my first walk of shame at the age of 43, as a married mother. I sat on the bed and spoke to my husband, the sheets cold and immaculately prepared by housekeeping from the previous day. I lied about sleeping in and having been in the shower when he called. When in fact, I was a dishevelled mess, wearing last night's clothes, smelling of another man, another man who might have bred me. I did get to a pharmacy that morning, where I shamefully removed my wedding ring before going inside to buy the emergency contraception pill. I felt judged, but nobody was judging me more than myself. I swore to never do it again, to cheat on my husband, but working away now brought excitement. Cheating on my husband in hotels would soon become a new way of life for me. I would eventually join a swingers website, use a different name, keep myself as anonymous as possible, and meet men for no strings attached sex around the country. But it's all thanks to the amazing kind and gentle guy Martin, and that's why I've shared this with you all and him, Rachel

I'll be up front and say that I am a widower since losing my wife back in 2018. We used to swing as a couple and had done so from 2010 until I lost her to cancer in 2018, Now back as a single guy, I completely understand if that's a block. But now I feel it's time to get back into the scene, as I feel I'm getting my mojo back after my loss. I don't think I fit into anyone's age range any more, and I'm not sure I can pass myself off as the thirty something, like I imagine myself to be. If however, you think that a middle aged straight guy with a dad bod, who's fighting the twin battles against grey hairs and starting to show a few wrinkles, I might fit in with what you're looking for, then do please get in touch, I'm in Coventry, but I work mobile and self employed as a engineer so I can also meet during the day for fun with some notice anywhere in the Midlands, im available most evening and weekends as well, and on some rare occasions where the people I share a house with are away I can accommodate, I do like outdoor fun where there is a risk of being caught, or the risk of fucking a guys wife at home while he's at work pub or fishing knowing he can be back anytime and again catch us fucking is also a huge turn on, knowing I could leave you full of cum for him to find and use later. I'm not going to tell you I'm a bull, or a dom, or hung, or VWE, or Alpha, or, since I'm none of them. And, since I've seen this in a few profiles, I will say I'm not circumcised, not a smoker but will meet those that do, like the social side of it as well as the sex side. I'm quite shy at 1st, but willing to try new things, never been to any of the clubs but would like to try. I do prefer safe sex until it's a regular but of fun. Not hung would say about 5.5 - 6" so average but it does curve and some people seem to like that. I'm straight too, I'm perfectly happy around men as part of a couple, and have had in the past ffm, mfm, mfmf same room fun Thank you, nevertheless, to those gay and bi- men, TVs and trans people for your thoughtful messages and kind offers! I’m probably not what you’re looking for in this instance being blunt. I love pussy too much. I'm always happy to talk, and if more comes of it, well... Anyway, Thank you for stopping by, and have fun in your adventures here. Martin

A great 3 some, this is from the husbands point of view, I hope you enjoy A great Threesome My wife Lexi and I are a married couple. Both of us are 59 yr old. During our 30 something years of marriage we have enjoyed a wide variety of threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. After trying just about everything at least once, we decided that our favourite lifestyle activity was threesomes with another man. Being able to watch as another man's cock brings extreme pleasure to her is a real turn for me. The look of pure pleasure on her face as she becomes totally lost in sexual euphoria is incredible. It was not uncommon for us to make love a couple of times a day for weeks after each of our encounters. About two years ago we had a couple of bad experiences that really turned Lexi off and made her decide not to participate in any more lifestyle activities, threesomes or otherwise. A few months ago after some serious discussion about diminished sex life, we agreed that we would try to rekindle the flame of passion and see if we could spice things up once again. We invested in some new sex videos and toys. One of the videos we acquired was a well done series on threesome including FFM and MFM scenes that was narrated by a woman who claimed to be a sex therapist. Watching the video turned Lexi on and she began to reconsider her desire to participate in a 3 way if we could find the right partner. Her only stipulation was that she did not want to go through the emotional ups and downs of meeting a bunch of guys and would leave it up to me to make a selection. Excitedly I surfed the net looking for possibilities and stumbled across a profile of a 50 yr old Martin on twitter well X. After exploring his profile I decided to message him the following. Married couple, late 50s seeking ONE very special clean male interested in soft sensual pleasures to help us with our MFM fantasies. We are very particular and will be quite methodical in our search. We enjoy quiet evenings sipping wine in the hot tub, theatre, and dancing. Friendship is first and foremost as we want an on-going relationship not just a one time thing. Martin and I agreed that it might be fun to create a chance meeting at a local night club or pub. We decided that Lexi and I would go dancing and that he, Martin, would be there. After observing Lexi and deciding if he liked what he saw Martin would send over a drink and then ask Lexi to dance. Lexi loves to dance and she was more than ready to go out. We arrived on schedule and found a seat. The music was a little more modern than I particularly cared for but after ordering a drink Lexi and I had a dance. After a couple of dances we decided to sit one or two out and were quietly talking when the bartender sat down two drink refills and informed us that a gentleman at the bar had sent them over. I looked over and saw Martin standing at the bar, his glass raised in a salute. I raised my glass in a pre-arranged signal for him to make his move. Pardon me for intruding he said as he approached. I couldn't help noticing how great the two of you looked out there on the dance floor and was wondering if I could ask this lovely lady for a dance, I must warn you I have two left feet and prefer slower dances but cant resist such a nice lady, Flattered by his approach, Lexi accepted his invitation and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor where she danced the next two songs with him. When they returned to the table we invited him to join us. Martin did a great job of making Lexi feel comfortable and before long we were chatting like he was like an old friend. Now it was time for me to put the second part of the plan into action. I asked Lexi to dance and while on the dance floor I told her that Martin was my choice for our next threesome if she was willing as he seems like a nice guy. I was pleased when she responded by telling me that I had made a good choice and that she found him appealing. During the next hour she flirted with him several times, I watched with interest as she pulled her chair closer and let her hands explore his body. She grabbed him up. During one slow tune Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her face so he could kiss her. Martin had moved his chair a little closer to Lexis and his hand was slowly caressing her leg. When I heard her gasp I knew that his hand had found its target. It wasn't long after that when we all agreed that it was time to take the next step. I suggested that we go back to our home which was a five minute drive. Martin agreed to leave his car and ride with us. It didn't surprise me when Lexi climbed in the back seat with him for the ride home. During the short five minute ride, Martin had her blouse undone and was sucking a nipple while his hand did its magic between her legs. Once inside the house, Lexi excused herself and went upstairs to our bedroom. Martin and I sat at our bar and I poured us all a fresh drink. When Lexi came back down the stairs, Martin and I turned and started in Awe. She was dressed in her red shiny pj`s with matching red slippers. It was very obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Neither Martin nor I dared make a move as she glided down the remaining stairs and across the room to where we were standing at the kitchen door. She stood next to Martin, pressing her body against his and snuggled even closer as his hand caressed her back and ass. You are absolutely beautiful, Martin said as he pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. The kiss lingered and his fingers caressed her nipples through the silky material covering them. Martin pulled her tightly against him and pressed his pelvis firmly against hers as his hands moved down to the hem of her pj`s and raised it over her ass cheeks. They stood there locked together in a kiss as his hands caressed her buttocks and the crack of her ass. My cock was harder than a rock for the first time in several months as I watched Lexi reach down and cup the bulge in Martin's pants. Martin responded by kissing her again as his hand moved from her ass cheeks to the front where he inched it between her legs. Slowly he knelt in front of her and pulled her naked crotch toward his mouth. I moved behind Lexi and slid the pj`s from her shoulders and let it bunch up around her waist as I cupped her breasts while Martin continued his assault on her naked flesh and pussy. Martin kissed and licked his way upward dragging her pj`s with him then he lifted it over her head and left her standing totally naked. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt then undid his belt. I was still cupping her breast as she undid the zipper and pushed his pants down. His cock was about the same size as mine about 6 inches and it jumped as she bent down and explored it with her tongue. Lexi slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of him. She held his cock in her hands and looked at it for a few seconds then moved forward and took him in her mouth. She cupped his balls and slowly took more and more of his cock inside her mouth. While Lexi was sucking Martin's cock, I quickly removed my clothes and began stroking my hard cock as I watched Lexi's mouth move back and forth over the hard cock in her mouth. Let's go to the bedroom! I suggested pulling Lexi up from her keeling position. As soon as we were in the bedroom, Martin moved to Lexi and embraced her once again then gently moved her backward until she fell on the bed with her feet dangling over the side. Martin moved over her and kissed her lips before moving down to her succulent breasts, his tongue exploring the various textures. Martin's hand moved between her legs and he slid a finger into her wet opening. I watched the expression on Lexi's face as she enjoyed the first orgasm of the evening. Fuck me Martin, I want you to fuck me! Lexi moaned as she reached out to grasp his cock and pull it to her. Her legs spread wide as his cock moved over the moist flesh and her big pussy lips and slowly slid inside. The look on her face was exquisite, I had missed that look, it was at this point I knew he was a good choice, I watched as their bodies melded together and Martin sunk his cock to the fullest depths of her pussy. As her hips moved against Martin`s thrusting I moved next to her and kissed her with a passion. She gently took my cock and guided it to her lips and began licking and sucking me as Martin continued his thrusting in and out of her pussy. With both legs wrapped around Martin`s back Lexi raised her hips off the bed and fucked back with each stroke. My cock was ready to explode and I gently pulled it from her lips wanting to hold off so I could empty my load inside her. Cum oh yes, cummmm! Lexi moaned as she thrust upward. Her head came off the pillow as her legs pulled him to her. Her head rolled back and forth as her orgasm surged throughout her body and Martin sent his cum spurting deep inside her. They held each other as their bodies shuddered throughout the final throes of their orgasm. When the spasms finally subsided, Martin pulled out and rolled next to her and held her tight as he kissed her lips, neck and breasts. Martin and I swapped places for the next session until we were all completely drained. Rather than have to drive Martin back to his car, we offered him our guest room for the night. When we were alone, Lexi and I held each other, softly caressing our spent bodies. I couldn't help but clean her spent pussy, it tasted exquisite, a mixture of musk and all 3 of our cum. As was our usual custom Lexi got up the next morning and brought us a cup of coffee to sip on while we lay in bed and enjoyed the first early hours of our day. When it was time for a refill, I suggested that Lexi take a cup to Martin in the guest room. After fifteen minutes or so when Lexi had not returned to our bedroom, I got up and made my way down the hall. As soon as I neared the guest room I could hear soft guttural noises that Lexi only makes when she is making love. The door to the room was slightly open and I peered inside and saw Lexi laying on her back with Martin between her legs, his cock buried deep inside her. It was obvious from Lexi's facial expressions that she was on a powerful sexual high as she was being skewered by another man's cock. Not wanting to interrupt, I stood in the doorway and watched as Martin moved slowly within her and brought her to another excruciating climax. As they slowly descended from their sexual high, I watched as another thick load of cum was deposited deep in her depths, as I watched as his flaccid cock pulled out of her pussy and a thick load dribbled down between her ass cheeks. I moved away and returned to our bed. Several minutes later Lexi returned and treated me to some wild love making. Later that morning, we made some drinks and sat in the hot tub. Martin stayed until around noon and we enjoyed another round of love making before he left and walked back to his car and bid him farewell. Martin was a great choice and we are certainly looking forward to seeing him again. I told Lexi about my feelings, and she agreed too. Martin was an ideal choice when you know about his background and life, and she is now looking forward to another evening with him as soon as work patterns allow again. Martin is a super nice guy and really easy to get on with, far more mature than his age, and we would recommend him for no rushed sexy fun. We're in the Kenilworth area of the UK, he's very local to us out near Coventry, so if you're in the midlands he's well with a shout.

I have a few regular friends, this is one such story Hotwife My Friend Fucked Her For many years, my wife, Mandy, and I have had a bedroom fantasy about her having sex with another man. I've tried to make it more than a fantasy but she won't discuss actually making it a reality. It's OK as a turn on, when we're having sex, but that's it. My best friend's name is Martin. Over the years, we've talked about our wives and some of the things that took place in our bedrooms. Martin, Sue, his wife, Mandy and I have known each other for years. Whenever we all went out together, it wasn't uncommon for some flirting, light touching and joking around to happen but that's as far as it's ever gone. Over a few beers, Martin and I talked about how we'd like to screw each other's wives. Sue was at the age where sex was not particularly important to her so, according to Martin, he only got to have sex about once a month, more or less. We later found out that this was down to the fact she was in the early stages of ovarian cancer. Getting my wife to have sex with another man had become an obsession for me but I found it hopeless when I tried to get Mandy to go any farther than a fantasy. I'd told her, many times, how Martin wanted to screw her and about how he only got pussy about once a month or so but no luck. So, I kind of dropped the issue. A couple of months went by and Mandy and I still brought up the other man during sex. I have to say, Mandy was a real trooper when it came to satisfying me! I knew there were a lot of times sex wasn't first on her list for the night but, most of the time, she was there to take care of me. Mandy likes to drink wine and, if she has about three glasses, she gets pretty horny. One night, after a little wine, we were making out. Her favourite position is to be on her knees, on the edge of the bed, with her face on the bed. That's great for me, too, because I have a bad back and it allows me to stand beside the bed where my dick and her pussy are perfectly lined up. If I want to eat her pussy, I simply drop to my knees...it works! Anyway, on to the action of that particular night. Mandy was in her favourite position and I was on my knees, licking her pussy. BINGO! A light went off in my brain. It's pitch dark in the room. How would she know? Are you thinking what I am thinking? My idea is fantastic. The next evening, I called Martin and asked if he'd like to go for a couple of beers at our local hangout. When I arrived at the pub, Martin was already there, sitting at our favourite table at the back of the room. When I sat down, Martin could tell I was excited and he was getting excited, too. I didn't know where or how to start. "Come on man, what's up? You've got me going. What is it?" There was only one way I could say it. "How would you like to fuck Mandy without her even knowing it?" He was blown away. He knew Mandy gets pretty horny when she has some extra wine. Also, I've told him about Mandy's favourite position. So, I started to tell him my plan. I'd pick the day and time, I'd leave the patio door open so he could slip in and he'd go down the darkened hall, drop his pants, slip into our darkened bedroom and come up behind me. I'd make sure I was on my knees, licking her pussy. He'd touch my shoulder and, at that point, I'd stand so he could start rubbing the head of his dick up and down on the lips of her wet pussy before fucking her. After he finished cumming, he'd slide out of her and, as he moved out of the room, I'd start to lick her pussy again. She'd never know! It was time to set the plan into motion. I needed to find the right night and it so happened we were going to Mandy's class reunion in about three weeks. It was hard to hold off my excitement. He'd ask when. I told him about Mandy's class reunion and it would be perfect because there would be wine and dinner, etc and she would probably be quite pissed and horny. Saturday, the night of the reunion, Mandy was very happy as she was dressing and getting ready for the party. She looked gorgeous in her low cut dress. She had always had a beautiful set of tits and, over the years, had maintained her sexy shape. The reunion was held at the local community club. When we got there, a good sized crowd had already formed. She's from a class of about fifty. We had a nice dinner and sat at a table with three of Mandy's best friends. It was hard for me to really get into much of a conversation because my mind was on what I had planned to happen later that night. After dinner, the band started and so did the dancing. I was doing my part by dancing and keeping Mandy's wine glass full. It was about 11 when I told Martin to watch for my car in my driveway about 12. So, it was time to get Mandy to say her goodbyes. She was having a hard time making her rounds. Maybe I'd filled her glass too many times! I was hoping she wouldn't pass out on me but she was fine after she got outside into the cool air. We arrived home at 12:15 and she went straight into the bathroom to change her clothes. She knew I wanted some pussy because she promised it to me on the dance floor. She came out dressed only in her thin nighty. I'd already closed up for the night and all lights were out, except for a nightlight in the hallway so Martin didn't fall over. I'd stripped and was laying on my back on the bed. She crawled onto the bed up to me, we laid there and talked about the evening. Then I started sucking on her tits and she started to rub my dick. After slipping her nighty off, I told her I was very turned on and wanted to eat her pussy. She got on her knees on the edge of the bed, with her ass in the air, face on the bed and I slipped off of the bed to my knees. Before I started to lick her pussy, I bent over and blew out the lone candle. Then I put my face onto her pussy...So Far, So Good! Her pussy was extra wet. I'd guessed she might have gotten turned on because her old boyfriend danced with her about five times. As I was eating her out, I felt Martin touch my shoulder. I could tell, by looking out of the corner of my eye, Martin was ready. Being so close to his dick, even in the dark, I saw it sticking straight out. As I stood, Martin was there and ready. I didn't move very far back because I wanted to see. As Martin was rubbing the head of his dick up and down the lips of Mandy's pussy, I got back on my knees and got very close. I noticed that every time he rubbed up and down, he would slip his dick deeper between her slippery folds. Mandy was breathing deeply and started to moan. Martin was doing a great job and I thought it was going great. One thing I didn't think about was, I had a smaller cock than him and it`s circumcised. Martin looked a bit larger than me and had some looser skin but his head was larger. I had my face inches away, and my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so I could see pretty plain. He had most of his dick inside of her and I heard Mandy clawing at the bedsheets and moaning.I hoped she was tipsy enough not to notice, I stood up with my face next to Martin's. "Are you OK, Honey?" "Yes, I'm great! I'm going to take you dancing more often! Your on fire tonight" I went back to my knees, got up close, saw he now had all of his dick buried inside of her and his balls were slapping her on the back of her legs. I could tell Mandy had already cum...a couple of times Martin's cock was covered in her pussy juices and it was dribbling down his balls. I was in awe watching him pound her pussy, Martin must have as well because he started to pick up his pace and the length of his strokes and the force. During his back stroke, the head of his dick came completely out of her before going back in. Mandy was really into it. She was clawing and moaning more than I'd ever seen before. Martin's strokes became shorter and he slowed down. All of a sudden, he slammed his dick all of the way in as deep as it'd go. I am not gay, but... As he did his last slam, I quickly moved to his ass so I could see the final punch. As he was cumming, I saw his balls tighten up as he emptied every last drop of his cum into my wife's pussy. He stood there for a few seconds and I saw his dick start to soften and slide out of her. As he pulled his dick out of her, a huge load of cum ran down her lips and ran down her inner thigh, she fell forward onto the bed. Martin left the room as I laid across her back. "WOW! That was great! Huni you must have needed that" she said. I told her how much I loved her and started to kiss the back of her neck. As I did, my hard dick was touching her ass. I felt the head of my dick touching her gaping, cum leaking pussy. "Are you still horny?" "I'm extra horny tonight. Lay there, relax and spread your legs." As she spread her legs, the head of my dick easily slid into her due to all of the cum Mandy and Martin left behind. It was unbelievable how good it felt, knowing I was sucking Martins cum deeper in towards her womb, and it didn't take long before I added my load of cum to Martin's.

I have a few regular friends this is a great couple I've been friends with for a long while in Tamworth, They have allowed me to share this with you all I hope you enjoy, Would love to meet others for regular fun. if your in the Midlands UK Threesome with Martin Steve and I have been married for 7 years and have a pretty active sex life filled with lots of fantasies and some super great sex. We travel for a living so we make the most of our time together and indulge our sexual appetites. I consider myself to be a very interesting, provocative and sensual woman, quite attractive for my age being 58 now. My breasts are full, perhaps my best feature, firm, high, shaped like big pears, My body is firm with a trim round ass, my legs are long and shapely, and I have blond hair that cascades over my shoulders, All this and a 36D chest that usually turn heads wherever we go. During our frequent love making sessions we share our sexual fantasies. Steve is almost obsessed with wanting to watch me with another man. He has told me over and over that he would love to watch my face as I build to orgasm while another man's cock is plunging into me. It really turns him on when we talk about it. We often use my favourite dildo and pretend I am fucking a big cock while I suck on Steve. Until recently it was just that, a fantasy, now thanks to an unusual set of events it became a reality. A few weeks ago Steve was on the way home from a business trip and found himself pacing the floor at the Glasgow Airport because his flight was delayed. It was late Friday afternoon and he was scheduled to get home at about six. The delay would set that back to somewhere around nine. Before he called to let me know, I had decided that this weekend I would fulfil his fantasy. Martin, a good friend of ours had called a little earlier and with devilish thoughts in my head, I had invited him to spend the weekend with us. The fact that Steve was going to be late getting home made my seduction plans even better as I knew it would drive him wild. Martin is a little younger than Steve and I, about 50, recently widowed after he lost his late wife Sue to cancer, good looking with a slim figure compared to Steve, that turned me on the first time I met him. In our fantasies of other men, Steve and I had often pretended that it was Martin. When I told Steve about the invitation, he was excited and teased me about the great opportunity I would have while waiting for him to get home. Little did he know what I had planned! Before Martin arrived, I bathed and perfumed my body, then picked out some of my sexiest clothes. My tight black mini skirt, black thigh high silk stockings, garter belt, black lace bra with matching G string panties, 5" pumps with ankle straps, topped off with a white see through blouse that showed off the fullness of my chest, my nipples clearly showing through the silky bra. The hem of my skirt rode high on my thighs, revealing the tops of my nylons with just a glimpse of the silky smooth part of my inner thighs above the tops of my hose. "A very sensual arrangement? I thought as I checked myself in the full-length mirror noting the definite contrast between the colour of my dark stockings and the creamy white of my inner thighs. The next step in my plan was to set the mood by turning on just the right lights and placing candles around the house. I poured two glasses of Merlot wine, turned on the stereo and carefully selected some sensual CD's for mood music, adjusting the sound to just the right level. Martin arrived at seven. When I answered the door, his eyes opened wide, not knowing what to look at first, my breasts, nipples, legs, his eyes roaming up and down. I lifted the wine glass to my lips, our eyes meeting as I looked at him over the rim of the glass. My heavy breathing caused my tight blouse to move up and down over the fullness of my chest. He smiled as he looked around, noting the soft lights and candles. Handing him his glass of wine, I took his hand and led him to the couch. We toasted each other and sipped the wine, letting the mood of the lights and music take effect. Looking into his eyes I smiled a wicked smile, uncrossed and crossed my legs, hiking the skirt higher up my thighs revealing the straps of my garter belt. His erection was becoming quite evident, forming a small tent in his pants. An involuntary and barely audible moan escaped his throat as he pulled me close, enfolding me in his arms, his lips planting a row of soft kisses down my neck. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes, exposing my neck to his tender touch. His lips found the secret spot behind my ear as he licked and sucked, setting off luscious waves that radiated through me. "Mmmmmm" I murmured as I pulled his handsome face to mine, my lips parting, his tongue darting between them, his hands drifting down to brush my breast. We kissed fiercely, my tongue thrusting against his, circling each other, teasing, kissing me hard, lingering and passionately. I opened my eyes and looked at him in a sensual and provocative manner, my eyes hungry, my head swimming with desire. I felt my blouse being pulled from my skirt, the fabric pushed out of the way, his hands tracing lines over my breasts, pressing lightly, my nipples straining at his touch. Luscious warm tremors shoot through me as he unhooks my bra, kneading my breasts, bringing them to a state of tingling awareness. His fingers tweaked my nipples, twirling them, moving in slow soothing caresses. I felt his hard cock rub against my leg. Reaching down, my fingers searched his crotch finding his erection. He moaned as I softly caressed it, my hand stroking up and down, sliding the material over it. With some help, I unzipped his pants, reached in, curved my fingers around him, gently lifting his cock from its hiding place, tormenting it with my fingers, moving up and down, playing with the hair at its base tickling his balls with petal soft fingers. His cock was thick, about the same size as Steve about 6” but curved. I played with it, working the foreskin back and forth. He leaned forward, taking my breasts in his hands, cupping them, lifting them upward toward his tongue, and sucking a nipple in his eager mouth. "Suck me, suck my tits", I groaned, his tongue driving me wild with lust, his fingers and tongue playing with my nipples, his lips drawing over them. He licked first one then the other, pushing my tits together to get at them easier, my nipples standing out hard and erect. I slid from the couch, quickly sinking to my knees between his legs, my silky fingers closing around him, my lips kissing the throbbing knob making it wet, then rubbing it against my cheek. I slowly licked and sucked my way around the crown of his cockhead working the foreskin back and forth licking, my tongue sliding along the tiny veins leaving a wet trail of saliva, moving down toward his balls. I cupped them with trembling fingers stroking and exploring, gently working my mouth from the base of his penis to the velvety tip, my red lips circling his cock, slowly licking and sucking taking as much of it as I could, squeezing it as my mouth slid up and down. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable,? he whispered, taking my hand, leading me to the bedroom where he quickly undressed me, leaving me clad in only my nylons, heels and garter belt. He lifted me like a baby and gently placed me on the bed. Then undressing moved between my legs, his tongue and lips licking and sucking the soft white flesh at the top of my nylons. His eyes focused on my inviting pouty lips partially hidden by the dark, heart shaped, puff of hair, his tongue teasing, running up my thighs, stopping short of my aching clit. He burrowed his face in my sweet smelling vagina, licking and rubbing his tongue over my inflamed clit. I arched my pelvis up to meet his mouth, aching for the touch of his tongue, squealing as it made contact, sending waves of sensation surging through me. Somewhere in the waves that were crashing through my body I heard the door open and knew that Steve had arrived. I smiled as I thought about him entering the house, finding it softly lit, the candles and wine glasses, my discarded blouse and bra, telling him of my adventures. I knew that the cock teasing scene would have him hard in seconds. I pulled Martin to me and cried out "Fuck me! Oh God fuck meeeeee, I want you to fuck mee" my voice loud enough for Steve to hear. "Ohhhhhh Godddd" I moaned loudly as Martin lifted my legs, holding them apart, falling between them, his cock rubbing my hard clit, my body writhing as his fingers guided the tip over me. He lunged forward shoving his stiff rod deep inside me impaling me on his straining erection, his cock pushing past the heart shaped curls bordering my hot pussy. I heard Steve on the stairs and knew that any moment, he would be watching Martin's cock slamming in and out of me. I spread my thighs wider, wiggling beneath him, my hands on both sides of his ass, thrusting upward to meet his savage thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass. "Fuck me...fuck me fuck me hard" I murmured, wanting Steve to hear it, "shove your cock deep in me." Martin groaned as he bucked and pumped, plunging his cock in and out, withdrawing so only the tip was embedded, then plunging forward, sinking it in again, my legs spread wide, as we thrashed and panted, his fingers kneading my breasts, his cock stroking in and out, stretching, twisting, bucking, gasping for air. Knowing that Steve was watching turned me on even more and I found that I could no longer take the slow euphoria and began to slam back against Martin, begging "I have to cum, I can't hold it any longer, Oh God. fuck meeeee."Martin slid his hands down to my buttocks pulling me hard against him, my inner muscles clutching his cock, my pelvis thrusting upward meeting his every thrust, his hard cock penetrating me to the very tip of my womb. He moved faster with longer, deeper, ever increasing thrusts, my hips bucking wildly against him as I felt my rushing orgasm. I screamed out and jerked wildly in excruciating anguish, feeling his cock swell, knowing he was about to cum. He gasped and moaned, becoming rigid, his hot juices exploding from the tip, his body shaking, as torrents broke loose and we came together in an orgasm that seemed to last forever, flooding my vagina, our juices flowing down his cock, over his balls, forming a pool on the bed sheets. Finally he had drained himself and collapsed on top of me, his now flaccid cock slipping from the oozing wetness of my crotch. I opened my eyes and saw Steve standing next to the bed. He had taken off his clothes and was playing with his stiff prick, moaning and ready to cum. "I want to come on your tit's,? " he moaned as he moved closer and sprayed his juices over my body. My fingers rubbed the sticky liquid over my breasts as my tongue tried to catch any drops that went astray. We spent the rest of the weekend making love in every conceivable position three people could think up. We only stopped long enough to eat, get a little ...... and refresh ourselves in the shower. This event took place a couple of years ago and from that point on whenever Steve and I have shared a fantasy we think about it. We have gotten together with Martin a few times since then and it only gets better and better. Not only do I have another cock to enjoy when only one is around. If you want a regular friend then I would highly recommend Martin.

I bumped into an old friend and I asked her for her most memorable time with us as a couple as this October will be 6 years since I lost my wife Sue. Anne has allowed me to share this I have told her I`m on this site and she would love to know your feedback. Probably the best sex I ever had was one of my biggest unexpected surprises ever with my best friend's husband. Before you start judging me, just read my story, more than likely it isn’t what your first instinctive thoughts are telling you. Unfortunately Martin lost Sue in early 2019 to cancer, we still keep in touch I have always liked staying with Sue and her husband on my visits back home to the midlands. They just have a very nice, comfortable home. I can feel like I am in my own home when I am with them because of the hospitality they give me. On one of my visits they had some awesome wine I had never had before, not sure if they had ever had it before, but nevertheless her husband Martin opened the bottle of wine, just before dark and off we were in hysterics and having a very good time together. Towards the end of the 2nd bottle, Martin had switched off to soft drinks pretty early leaving the other bottle and a half of wine for us girls, Sue and I had drunk the biggest part of the two bottles. Anyway.......towards the end of the 2nd bottle Sue suggested since it was already dark, we should get in the hot tub in the covered area in the garden. I asked Sue if she had a spare swim suit. I didn’t plan this trip including swimming pools or hot tubs, so I didn’t bring my bikini. I mean it was in the middle of the winter, why would I, She quickly stopped me and said we pretty much only use the hot tub naked because of the chlorine left behind in clothes, Besides, it’s dark and no one can see us, what fun would it be with our clothes on. I was more than hesitant at first, feeling very weird about it all, I mean, if it was just me and her and Martin was gone I probably wouldn’t care. Sue just blew me off saying it will be fine, we will get in first and he won’t see a thing, besides I am his wife and I am just fine about it. She then asked Martin to pull the cover off of the hot tub for us and please make all of us some more drinks and bring them out after we get in. So off to their room we went, Sue closed their bedroom door behind us and went into their cupboard and pulled out a couple of beach towels. We got undressed and then wrapped the beach towels around us and went out their other bedroom door that went straight out to the deck towards the hot tub. Sure enough we found that Martin had already pulled the protective cover off of the tub like she had asked him to, and gone back inside to make us all drinks. Sue and I quickly uncovered ourselves and began getting into the very hot, hot tub, letting our bodies adjust to the hot water. It was very cold outside so we didn’t waste a lot of time acclimating to the warmer temperatures of the water. This was the first time I had ever been naked outside, and in a relaxing hot tub, it was quite an erotic mind game for me to say the least. Once we were in I could feel the warm relaxing water making my tits float, and the warm sensation between my legs on the lips of my pussy, and the alcohol working on me inside of my body. I could feel tension drifting away, I was beginning to feel horny and slightly frustrated with no probable way that I could to vent it. Within a few minutes, I heard Martin opening the door from the kitchen that also led to the hot tub located on the other side of the deck. Shit, he was only wearing a towel. My heart was racing knowing he was naked under that towel, I could see him from the lights shining out through the big windows out the back over the deck. He walked out to where we were relaxing in the warm water, we quickly stopped our laughing at stupid stuff like girls do sometimes when alone, he walked out to us over to Sue handing her one of the two drinks from his hands, and then walked to my side of the tub like a gentleman handing me my drink trying not to look at me but genuinely handing me my drink. I reached to meet his hand being careful to not lift my breasts out of the water, and respectfully took the drink from his hand. Sue immediately said, what happened, this isn’t wine. I’m sorry Martin said, you guys drank our last two bottles, I had no choice but improvise and make you some cocktails instead. I have to say, the vodka and orange juice was topping off the wine nicely. I figured I might feel it a bit in the morning but I was at the point of who cares, fuck it. When Martin came back out with his soft drink, he was still sporting that white towel around his waist nicely, the only other part of him that I couldn’t see was the part of his hand that was hiding from holding his drink. I have to say for the first time I noticed maybe almost for the first time what Sue had in bed with her every night. Now I had no allusions of him ever being mine, but with my husband back home probably cheating on me at that exact moment, I would have to be dead and in my grave to not notice. Before, I always thought Martin was too much of a gentleman to ever be wanted by a girl like me, Still looking at that man standing there getting ready to take his towel off and get in, even from across the tub to get in the same water I was in, who cares if it was beside his wife, my best friend, it still made me a little more tipsy on top of the wine and vodka he had just handed me. Watching closely in the dark, since they couldn’t see me in the dark watching across from the other side of the tub, Hell Yes, my eyes were on whatever he had under that towel. I wish there was just a little more light, but there was just enough I could see his junk to know I liked it, it hung nicely as it dipped down into the water as he lowered himself down beside his wife. He was quick to get into the water, I’m sure he was trying to hide whatever I could see, but I saw enough to know it wasn't too big or too small, and could be quite satisfying to a lucky woman. Meanwhile I collected myself to some degree and kept my end of the conversation up. Watching the two of them the best I could see them across the tub. Since I work for one of the major airlines, I always have stories they like to hear, so as I was telling them one of my many stories, I could tell Sue was rubbing his cock trying to be discreet. The only thing that gave it away was Martin’s posture and his total commitment to be quiet and pretend he was all in, listening to my story. I kept going on with my story pretending I am not noticing what she is doing to him all the while feeling the juices in my pussy letting go from inside my cunt, while seemingly watching a live action porn show 5 feet across from me, which I am pretty proud of considering the alcohol building from the whole night drinking with them. All of a sudden, Sue pulled him in front of her, his back to me but facing her, she started kissing him like she wanted to fuck him, it was like I wasn’t even there anymore. Not that I minded at all, but as surprised as I was while examining my mind to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, I started rubbing circles on my pussy, now feeling even more horny than I already was watching him remove his towel and get in with us. I could tell she was working the head of his cock in the palm of her hand by the way he was so stuck on top of her mouth kissing her. I was careful to not make any audible noises as I finger fucked my own pussy watching them kiss with more passion then life long lovers in the movies. Just when I thought the penetration was soon to come, he stood up and she started sucking his cock, I could see his balls hanging low from behind beneath his ass, moving up and down as she sucked and tugged on his hard shaft pulling it in and out of her mouth. I don’t know how long this went on but I wanted to cum so bad watching them as I finger fucked myself, I was just too scared to cum, knowing I could not cum quietly, no way was I going to make this trip stop short of its full potential of pleasure for all of us. Finally she pulled him back down into the water with him still facing her starting to kiss him passionately again. She raised her hands from his cock that she was working so vigorously on, and rested her hands on his shoulders while kissing him deeply. I noticed she seemed to be applying pressure to his shoulders, one hand pulling and the other pushing as if she was trying to turn him around. Shocked with all the excitement, I just watched to see what she was doing. She did get him to turn around, he seemed to follow her lead, turning in the direction she applied to his shoulders, he turned all the way around and was now facing me. I figured she was going to finish him off by reaching down and around rubbing his cock past any resistance he might still have fighting from cuming, just so I could see him cum from her obvious domination of him. At first I thought, please don’t waste it, but instead she pushed him towards me. I am not sure what she expected me to do, and for a second I was trying to figure out what she wanted me to do. Feeling my insides so fucking horny, I forgot about what she might want, I just reached out under the water and found his hard cock, and pulled him toward me, she followed him with her hand on his back. I was a little scared she might try and stop what I felt was obvious about to happen, so my selfishness in the heat of the moment made me move even faster. I Instinctively, I placed his swollen hard cock head at my swollen opening, my cunt aching to be penetrated and fucked hard, I’m still not waiting to see if he would thrust it in me, I reached around with both of my hands, grabbing his ass, and pulled him tightly against me, forcing his hard cock deep inside of me, I was so wet he practically fell inside of me. I loved the feeling of my inner walls of my pussy opening to make room for him as any woman would at this point. Holding him there tightly and enjoying the feeling of his erection inside of me, I held on until I felt him instinctively take over. He began to thrust in and out of me as any lover would. I knew at this point I could relax and enjoy him, there isn’t a Man alive that could stop mother natures call to fuck this girl wet pussy right now, not at the point he has been driven, not with any woman, I don’t care if the woman was ugly, fat, too skinny a bitch, didn’t matter he was going to fuck that pussy no matter what the future consequences might be. With all this in mind, I relaxed knowing he was all mine even if only for the moment, I opened my legs spreading them as wide as I could making room to get every last inch of that hungry cock inside of me as I could. He fucked me like this for at least 10 minutes with my best friend his wife watching us. He fucked me hard, and then so soft holding my head gently with my hair between his fingers and then working slowly back to fucking me hard again, I could feel my cunt beginning to tighten and clinch his hard cock. I began to feel my orgasm climbing up inside of my chest. Now I was so ready to let go and feel the waves of ecstasy all over me that he was giving me, I was no longer worried about being quiet, and could care less who heard me, I came the hardest I have ever came in my life, feeling him on top of me thrusting and pumping that hard cock in and out of me like a machine, It wasn't huge and it wasn't small it felt just right as he pounded me hard, at first I thought I was cuming hard, only because this is what it always felt like before, but when I could feel him emptying all his seed inside of me, all his warm sperm and cum, I screamed even louder enjoying every minute of this. This pushed me over the edge as I started to shake uncontrollably. He carried on fucking me hard pulling my breast tight against his chest after we both had came for quite some time. Finally things calmed and Sue said her turn was coming a little later, we finally found ourselves in their bedroom and collapsed on their bed. Not sure how much later, but I woke up and saw Sue flicking her clit, I started to suck Martin to get him hard so he could give it to his own wife. It was the least I could do after what she did for me that night. I took the left overs from that one, We then slept the rest of the night, all three of us with him in the middle and both our hands on his cock both of us well fucked from that evenings activities. We did meet several more times over the years, we sadly lost Sue in 2019, but if you ever need a lover friend or bull you would be hard pushed not to befriend Martin. So go ahead and judge me now..............

Their First Time cuckolding… and I Ended Up Breeding His Wife I'm currently 50 single, widower, I’ve had my fair share of experiences with couples but this one left a mark. They were in their mid 30s. First timers. She had never been with anyone during there marriage but her husband, and this was their first time bringing someone else in. We talked for a bit before meeting. They were nervous but clearly turned on by the idea. The husband especially had that mix of excitement and hesitation you see with new cuckold couples. They were firm about using protection. Totally fair it was new territory for them, and they weren’t ready to go all the way raw. I respected it. We agreed, and the plan was simple: she’d be with me, and he’d watch. We met at a hotel. Nice place, dim lights, quiet energy. She was beautiful, shy at first, but there was this look in her eyes like she was waiting to be unlocked. He sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, already hard, stroking himself slowly while I undressed her. I started with soft kisses, hands roaming over her body. She melted into it. Her breathing got heavier as I teased her, kissed down her neck, her thighs, until she was practically begging. I rolled the condom on, slid between her legs, and entered her in missionary. She gasped the moment I pushed in. She wrapped her legs around me, nails digging into my back as I started to move. Deep, slow strokes, her moans filling the room. Her husband watched every second eyes wide, hand moving faster. About five minutes in… I felt it. That warmth. That raw, wet heat. The condom had broken I knew instantly. I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered, “The condom broke.” She turned her head slightly, looked right at me, and whispered, “Don’t stop it feels amazing.” So I didn’t. Not for a second. The moment I kept going, something changed in her. Her moans got louder, her hips started grinding up to meet every thrust. She was soaked, clutching at me, letting herself be fully taken. There was no filter anymore just pure need to breed. Her husband was stroking his cock like crazy now, completely locked into the scene. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling under mine. She came hard, clenching around me, pulling me deeper with every wave. That was it for me. I grabbed her hips, drove in deep, and filled her. Every. Last. Drop. Thick, warm spurts of cum flooding her bare pussy. I stayed inside her for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Then I pulled out slowly… and we watched my load start to ooze out of her. Her husband stood up, staring between her legs. She looked up at him and said, “He came inside me. the condom must have broke” He froze… then stepped closer, eyes glued to her swollen, used pussy, dripping with my cum, then looked at the bits left dangling from my knob. And then, quietly, he said, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Later, when we were all lying on the bed, he admitted it he never expected to enjoy the risk, the rawness. But watching her let go like that, choose to let me finish inside her, broke something open in him. It wasn’t just sex anymore it was real submission. Real trust. Real arousal. we have met a few times since then