This was sent to me recently and brought a tear to my eye, a great email from a regular friend and a fantastic reminder of past fun times, always looking for new friends, im in the Midlands Coventry area, so local people get priority, on with the great message i received. so fitting as this month is the anniversary of the time of the year i lose my late wife Sue I was stirring my coffee, watching the steam curl upwards, a miniature, fleeting echo of the anxieties swirling inside me. Fifty-three. Fifty-three years old and feeling…dormant. That’s the word. Dormant. “Honestly, Sue,” I’d been saying, probably for the tenth time this year, “it feels like a piece of me has just… faded. It’s not like I’m expecting a whirlwind romance, but… intimacy. Even just that. It’s been years.” Sue, bless her, listened without judgment, unlike some of the other women I'd cautiously broached the subject with. They’d offered platitudes about self-love, or suggested dating apps (the horror!). Sue, though, just nodded, her expression thoughtful. She and Martin were always a bit…different. They lived life on their own terms. “You know,” she said, finally, after a long sip of her tea, “Martin and I… we’re into the lifestyle.” I blinked. The lifestyle? I immediately conjured images of leather and whips, the kind of thing you read about, not something your sensible friend from book club would admit to. “What do you mean?” She explained, carefully, a slight flush creeping up her neck. They were open, she said, to exploring different dynamics. Martin enjoyed connecting with women. And, and this was the part that made my jaw slacken, she would be…comfortable with me being one of those women. With me being with Martin. “I… I don’t even know what to say,” I stammered, feeling a ridiculous mix of shock, confusion, and, if I was honest with myself, a flicker of…something else. “Think about it,” she said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “There’s no pressure. I know it sounds… unusual. But honestly, it works for us. I truly enjoy seeing Martin happy, and if that happiness can include someone else, who am I to stand in the way? Especially someone I care about, like you.” Martin. I had met him a few times at parties Sue threw. He was… striking. Not conventionally handsome, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a quick, dry wit that always made me laugh. He was smart, he was engaging, and he was, undeniably, younger. Early forties, I guessed. He’d always struck me as the kind of man women my age fantasized about – confident, charming, and utterly uninhibited. The type who belonged on the cover of a magazine, not chatting with a slightly frumpy woman at a potluck. I spent the next week in a daze. Could I actually consider this? It felt…transgressive. And yet, the more I thought about it, the more a strange sort of excitement bubbled up inside me. It wasn’t about falling in love. It wasn’t about needing a partner. It was about reclaiming something I thought I’d lost, rediscovering a part of myself that had been dormant for far too long. I called Sue. I told her I was willing to try. The first time was awkward, hesitant. We met at a small, discreet hotel on the outskirts of town. Martin was, as always, gracious and charming, putting me at ease with a self-deprecating joke and a warm smile. He made it clear he wanted to ensure I was comfortable every step of the way. And then… It happened. And it was…amazing. He was a truly exceptional lover patient, attentive, and utterly focused on my pleasure. He anticipated my needs with an almost unnerving intuition. It wasn't just the physical experience, though that was undeniably incredible. It was the freedom, the lack of expectation, the pure, unadulterated fun. It felt like shedding years, like waking up from a long sleep. Three months in, and it’s become…a regular thing. Once or twice a month, we meet. It's always planned in advance, always with Sue’s full knowledge and consent. It’s a strange arrangement, objectively, but it works. And the truly astonishing part is how utterly normal it is at work. We’re in a small office, but somehow, we’ve managed to keep it entirely separate. Martin is in the IT room, and I'm in Marketing. We collaborate on projects, exchange pleasantries, and generally behave like colleagues. There’s a playful undercurrent, a subtle awareness between us, but it's contained, professional. The key, I think, is that there's no emotional entanglement. It's purely physical, a shared secret that adds a delicious little frisson to our otherwise mundane workdays. I can honestly say I haven’t felt this alive, this confident, this…desirable in decades. I used to worry about becoming invisible, about fading into the background as I got older. Martin has, in a way, made me feel seen. I often think about Sue. She’s truly a remarkable woman. She’s given me a gift, an unexpected, liberating gift that has reignited a part of me I thought was lost forever. I still marvel at her generosity, at her willingness to share her husband. Mine and Martins fun continues even after we lost Sue back in 2019 to ovarian cancer. It remains a secret I cherish. A testament to the fact that pleasure, and even passion, knows no age limits. And sometimes, the most unexpected solutions come from the most unexpected places.

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 sub. Real trust. Real arousal. we have met a few times since then

As I curled up in my marital bed with my lover, Martin, whilst Chris, my husband, slept in the spare bedroom, I reflected on my situation and how fortunate I was to have the best of both worlds. Martin and I had hit it off when we had met for a late morning coffee in a nearby village a few months earlier. The attraction on both sides was instant, and we both instinctively knew that there was every likelihood that our relationship would quickly blossom. Our next meeting was at a local hotel. Chris joined us for pre-dinner drinks and then left Martin and I to become acquainted over dinner. After dinner, Martin and I retired to his room, where our relationship became sexual. We were soon kissing and stripping each other, Martin leaving me in my stockings, suspenders and high heels, before laying me on the bed and removing my sheer panties to leave my pussy open, gaping and wanting his rapidly stiffening cock inside me. Three hours later and fully satisfied, Martin walked me to my car, where we kissed passionately before I returned to my aroused and excited husband. I struggled to sleep that night, my mind going into overload. I did my best to temper my excitement with the possibility that this may, like many of my other adventures, end up in disappointment, although I was sure that Martin was different and that he was completely smitten with me. Over the next few weeks, Martin and I exchanged many messages and were always, without fail, incredibly polite and respectful, yet making it clear that he wanted us to see as much of each other as possible and to take our relationship forward. I confess to feeling the same and even admitted to Chris that I was excited at the prospect of Martin and I becoming lovers on a long-term basis, meeting regularly for nights of love and passion. One of the suggestions Martin made over drinks with Chris and I during that earlier meeting was that he would like me to join him for a business trip to London that was planned for the following month. The prospect of this and Martin suggesting it so early in our relationship told me a great deal and I immediately told Martin that I would be thrilled to join him and that I was touched that we had asked me. Back to the build up to this story, the evening began with Martin, and I being chauffeured by Chris to a local fine dining restaurant. Martin and I sat happily chatting, embracing, and kissing in the rear of the car. Chris joined us for dinner and the conversation flowed; Chris was clearly overjoyed that Martin and I were rapidly becoming addicted to each other. The drive home was an erotic experience, Martin and I kissing passionately in the back of the car, where my now stained panties were removed and thrown in Chris’s lap, who, by the way, was instructed not to look in the rear-view mirror. I must say that for the entirety of the 8 mile journey from the restaurant to our home, I felt totally wanted and desired as Martin and I became intimate. The highlight being when he whispered in my ear “Paula, I have totally and utterly fallen for you and want you more than words can say. Upon reaching our home, Chris opened the rear car doors, before opening the front door of the house to usher his wife and her lover into the house. The look on Chris’s face as he watched Martin and I kissing with unbridled passion at the side of the car was priceless. I even had time to notice the bulge in the front of his trousers. Once inside the house, Chris dutifully went to our bedroom, folded back the duvet and lit some scented candles. By the time Chris returned downstairs, I was wrapped in Martin’s arms again kissing passionately. By now my dress was pooled on the floor, leaving me in sheer stockings, suspenders, high heels, and my bra. Martin’s next move was to unclip my lacey black bra, slip it off my shoulders and then cup my 36C breasts before showering them with kisses, causing my nipples to harden. At this stage, I wanted one thing, to be made love slowly and beautifully in the marital bed by my lover. I ached for Martin to be inside me and to send his seed deep into my womb again throughout the night and in the morning, whilst my husband slept alone in the spare bed, no doubt wanking himself to sleep. Before heading up to the room I instructed Chris not to even think about entering the bedroom that night and to bring us tea and toast at 09.00 the following morning. Chris duly accepted his instructions and wished us a wonderful night together. Martin assured Chris that he and his sexy wife were very pleased that he and I were lovers and that this would be the first of many nights that Chris would be sleeping alone. It felt wonderful and very arousing to hear my lover telling my husband this news. I merely smiled at Chris and told him that whilst I still loved him, there would be changes in our relationship now that Martin and I were lovers and that he would have to accept those changes. Chris accepted this news, not that he had a choice in the matter. Chris’s viewpoint I have always been open to the idea of Paula enjoying the company, and more, of other guys. Over the twelve years we have been together, there have been some adventures, but most were short lived. Trying to find suitable guys was like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. The physical side of a relationship was of course key to what we were looking for but we were also looking for someone who Paula and on the odd occasions myself, could enjoy the all-important social side of a relationship with. Following their first meeting over coffee, Paula was keen to get a dinner date to include all three of us. I was taken aback, albeit it is a good way by the very positive way Paula was about taking the next step. Fast forward two weeks and I found myself being invited for pre-dinner drinks at a local hotel. It was explained to me that Martin was staying at the hotel and that he and Paula would be having dinner together but that they would like me to join them purely for the drinks phase of the evening. And as a respectful cuck to my wife's lover and bull i always respectfully agree.

A week to remember (Diary) This happened earlier this year when Dorothy’s husband Steve went to Australia. Let me set the scene. Dorothy I work with. She's in the office on the company phones dealing with us technicians and customers, a very nice lady shes 47, Steve, her husband I only know from talking at business events and socials, he's about 3 years older than her, My build and size. He's blond compared to my dark blond almost black hair. Dorothy and myself have been flirting heavily at work over the last few months, I'm a real flirt at work there are some 40 women in the call center, they all talk and gossip to each other, ive had 5 of them now over various points in the last 4 years, obviously women talk and confide with each other, and one thing lead to this where she told me about her home life and how her husband was hardly ever at home, and her wants and needs. This all happened over a week in January 2026. The instant Steve’s car vanished down the street for the Airport, my pulse raced with forbidden excitement. I lingered in the dim alley opposite their house, counting the minutes until Dorothy’s message lit up my screen: door’s open, come now. Slipping through the front door like a shadow, the house enveloped me in its quiet luxury, the faint aroma of Dorothy’s lavender body lotion mixing with the polished wood scent of the hallway. She appeared from the kitchen, her silk robe barely tied, eyes gleaming with raw hunger as she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. Her bed dominated the room, its king-sized frame draped in crisp white sheets and a thick duvet that promised concealment. We collided onto the mattress, the springs yielding softly under our weight as our mouths fused in a torrent of kisses. My lips pressed firmly against hers, parting to let my tongue sweep inside, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee lingering on her breath. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer while she ground her hips against my growing erection. I peeled away her robe, revealing her naked body curves flushed with anticipation, breasts heaving with each breath. Our kisses trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then down her throat, where I sucked gently, feeling her pulse quicken under my tongue. Pushing her flat against the pillows, I mapped her body with deliberate licks, starting at her collarbone, tracing the delicate hollows before latching onto one nipple. I swirled my tongue around the hardening peak, sucking it deep into my mouth while pinching the other, eliciting her first low moan that vibrated through her chest. She arched her back, pressing into me, her hands tangling in my hair. Lower still, my tongue glided over the soft plane of her stomach, dipping into her belly button before reaching the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs eagerly, her pussy already glistening with arousal. I inhaled her musky scent, then dove in, my tongue flattening against her clit in broad strokes, then flicking rapidly. Her moans grew louder, hips bucking as I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. Her body tensed, thighs clamping around my head, and she shattered with a prolonged orgasm, her juices coating my chin. Rising up, I shed my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and veined, aching for her. I aligned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head along her slick folds before thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy. We moved together under the duvet, which we pulled over us like a protective veil, creating our private cocoon in this marital bed, our safe haven from the world. Our kisses resumed, deep and consuming, as I picked up pace, my hips snapping forward. She wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning into my mouth with every plunge. The bed creaked rhythmically, her walls fluttering around me as another orgasm built. When she came, her pussy clenched like a vice, milking me until I couldn’t hold back. With a guttural groan against her lips, I buried myself deep and unleashed, my cum spurting in hot ropes, filling her to the brim in a cream pie that leaked out as I stayed lodged inside. After catching our breath, we showered together, but the afternoon sun beckoned us back to the bed. I positioned her at the edge, lifting one foot to my mouth. Her toes were perfectly pedicured, soft skin tasting faintly of lotion. I sucked each one individually, running my tongue along the underside, then licked the arch in long, slow drags. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub herself, soft moans escaping as arousal rebuilt. Switching feet, I lavished the same attention, my cock twitching back to life. Once satisfied, I crawled up her body, licking a path from her ankles over her calves, knees, thighs nipping at the sensitive inner skin until I reached her pussy again. I lapped at her folds, tasting our mixed essences, before rising to kiss her breasts, sucking each nipple until they pebbled anew, then her neck and ears. She pulled me on top, guiding my cock back into her soaked heat. This time, our fucking was frantic, bodies slapping together under the duvet’s shield. I kissed her bruising, tongues battling as sweat slicked our skin. Her moans turned to whimpers, building to a scream muffled by my mouth as she climaxed, her nails raking my back. The sensation pushed me over, and I thrust erratically, flooding her pussy with another thick cream pie, our combined fluids soaking the sheets beneath us. As dusk settled, we lounged in post-coital glow, but hunger stirred again. I rolled her onto her stomach, the duvet tented over us like a fortress. Starting at her shoulders, I licked down her spine, savoring the salty tang of her skin, pausing to bite her shoulder blades lightly. Reaching her ass, I spread her cheeks, tonguing the puckered ring briefly, making her gasp and push back. Then, I gripped her hips and slid my cock into her pussy from behind, the angle allowing deeper penetration. She met my thrusts, moaning into the pillow, her body undulating. I leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck, then her ear, whispering nothing but letting our breaths mingle. Her climax hit like a wave, pussy milking me wildly, and I followed suit, pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside, the cream pie warm and abundant as I collapsed over her. Day 2 Sunlight pierced the curtains, rousing me to Dorothy’s warm body curled against mine. Her hand found my morning wood, stroking it firmly as our lips met in lazy, exploratory kisses soft pecks evolving into deeper ones, tongues dancing slowly. She shifted, straddling my thigh, her wetness smearing against me. I flipped us so she was beneath, trailing kisses down her chest while sliding into her effortlessly, her pussy welcoming me with a slick embrace. In this marital bed, our safe haven, we rocked gently at first, her moans soft and melodic, building as I increased depth. She came with a full-body shudder, inner muscles rippling, which triggered my release I held still, groaning as cum jetted into her, the cream pie pooling warmly. Midday brought the shrill ring of her phone Steve checking in from Australia. She answered casually, propping herself on pillows, but beckoned me under the duvet’s protective fold. As she described mundane home details, I knelt at her feet, lifting one to my lips. I sucked her big toe deeply, tongue swirling, then licked the ball of her foot while my fingers teased her clit through her folds. Her voice hitched slightly, she covered with a nervous laugh. Emboldened, I moved up, rubbing my cock against her entrance before easing in, inch by inch, all the while she was on the phone with her husband, to avoid noise. We fucked in subtle motions, her hips circling as she chatted about weather and work. The thrill heightened everything; her pussy tightened around me, and she climaxed quietly, biting her knuckle, eyes locked on mine. I waited until she ended the call, then hammered into her, the bed shaking as I cream pied her hard, cum overflowing with each final thrust. Evening arrived with a knock, Dorothy’s mum, bearing a bottle of wine and a conspiratorial grin. The woman in her mid to late sixties, elegant with short hair, embraced her warmly, then turned to me with a nod of approval and gave me a kiss on the lips - something which she always did apparently. Over tea in the living room, she shared knowing glances, commenting on how ‘refreshed’ Dorothy seemed, her awareness of our affair adding a layer of illicit comfort. Once she departed, we hurried back to the bedroom. I laid Dorothy out like a feast, starting with her feet sucking toes, licking heels until she writhed. Then, full-body worship: my tongue traced her ankles, shins, knees, thighs, lapping at her inner creases before delving into her pussy, sucking her clit until she bucked. Upward, I licked her stomach, ribs, under each breast, then sucked nipples while fingering her. Finally, her neck, ears, lips kisses merging all. We fucked missionary, my cock plunging deep as our mouths stayed fused. Her moans escalated with each orgasm, first a quiver, then a full convulsion, her pussy gushing around me. I cream pied her twice, once mid-session after her second climax, pulling out briefly to lick her clean before re-entering, then again at the end, filling her until it seeped out, the duvet shielding our messy passion. Day 3 Awakening to her playful nudge, I captured her hand, She moaned, toes curling, as arousal flushed her body. Releasing her hand I traveled down to the bottom of her legs, I licked upward calves taut, thighs quivering pausing to nibble her hip bones before burying my face in her pussy, tongue thrusting inside like a preview. She tasted tangy-sweet, her moans urging me on until she came on my tongue. Climbing her length with continued licks, stomach, breasts, collarbone I entered her in one smooth motion, our bodies aligning perfectly in the marital bed, our safe haven. Kisses consumed us, lips swollen and slick, as I thrust with varying rhythms slow grinds to hard slams. She climaxed twice, first with a gasp against my tongue, pussy fluttering; second with a cry, walls clamping. Each pulled my cum forth; I cream pied her deeply the first time, staying buried to let it settle, then after a brief pause for more kissing and licking, unleashed another load, the excess trickling down her ass crack. The afternoon turned playful; she mounted me reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank onto my cock. Grinding slowly, she leaned back for kisses over her shoulder, moans breathy in the quiet room. I reached around to rub her clit, then sat up to lick her spine, tasting her sweat. Her pace quickened, breasts bouncing, until orgasm ripped through her, pussy squeezing rhythmically. I gripped her hips, bucking upward to cream pie her from below, cum surging as the duvet bunched around our joined forms like a barrier. Night’s call from Steve came as we cuddled. She hit the speaker, voice even, but guided my head under the covers. I ate her pussy voraciously, tongue lashing her clit in circles, then plunging deep while sucking her folds. Her responses to him grew urgent, thighs trembling as she came silently, flooding my mouth. Ending the call hastily, she flipped to all fours, presenting herself. I licked her back from shoulders to dimples, then her ass cheeks, before slamming my cock home. Thrusting doggy-style, I kissed her spine between strokes, her moans unrestrained now. She climaxed loudly, pushing back, and I roared my release, flooding her with forceful pumps, cum dripping as I pulled out slowly. Day 4 Dawn’s light found us entwined, kisses starting soft nibbling lips, sucking tongues escalating to fervor. My cock, hard against her thigh, slipped into her drenched pussy after minimal guidance. We fucked with urgent need, bodies slapping, her moans syncing with my grunts. Pausing mid-thrust, I withdrew to lick her body anew from earlobes, down neck, sucking breasts thoroughly, navel, then thighs and feet, toes in my mouth once more. Returning, I thrust harder, the marital bed absorbing our fervor as our safe haven. Her orgasm crashed, pussy convulsing, drawing my cream pie in hot spurts that left her full and satisfied. Her mum arrived post-lunch with bags of shopping, her eyes twinkling as she noted Dorothy’s glow. They chatted in the kitchen, mum’s subtle winks toward me speaking volumes of her support for our liaison. After she left with hugs, we stripped and hit the bed. Feet first: I massaged them, until she begged me to fuck her. Then the body tour, My tongue bathing every inch, lingering on erogenous zones like inner wrists, behind knees, and her dripping core. We fucked on our sides, spooning, my arm around to fondle her clit while thrusting lazily at first, then vigorously. Kisses over her shoulder, moans in her ear; she came multiple times, each wave stronger, her body quaking. Cream pies followed suit first a gentle fill, then after repositioning for deeper access, a voluminous one that soaked us both under the duvet’s shield. Evening’s phone session with Steve turned illicit fast. She held the device on face time, chatting about his day, while I hid beneath the covers, sucking her nipples one by one, tongue probing between them. As boredom set in his voice, I dove down, licking up her legs to mount her missionary under the fabric tent. Thrusting slow and controlled, I watched her face contort moans disguised as yawns. Her orgasm built stealthily, hitting with a suppressed whimper mid-sentence, pussy pulsing. I held off until she clicked end, then ravaged her, screaming explosively as she laughed in breathless relief, our lips meeting in triumphant kisses. Day 5 We stirred at first light, my tongue immediately seeking her skin kissing her cheeks, then full mouth exploration. Downward licks covered her from crown to toes: neck nips, breast sucks, stomach swirls, pussy laps that made her moan early. Entering her then, we fucked with building intensity, the marital bed our unshakable sanctuary. Her climaxes synced with mine first a shared peak, my cum flooding as she clenched; a second after more kissing, cream pie adding to the mess. In the afternoon she lounged reading, but I interrupted with foot worship, massaging heels while she sighed. Arousal mounting, she set the book aside for body licking me devouring her like nectar. We rutted on top, her riding hard, duvet our frenzy’s veil. Orgasms chained hers in waves, my cum pumping each pulse leaving her pussy a creamy haven. Night intensified; mum’s approving text arrived as a prelude. I massaged her all over, the bedroom light caught the shine of her wedding band, then ate her pussy until she dripped. Until my cock was buried deep, I kissed her shoulders, licking sweat. Her moans crescendo to orgasmic howls, pulling my release a deep, claiming cream pie that marked the night’s end. Day 6 Morning kisses bloomed into tongue baths: I kissed her face, neck, arms, torso, legs, feet comprehensive worship ending at her pussy. Thrusting in after, moans filled our safe haven as she came silently at first, then vocally, my cream pie warm and insistent. Lunchtime call from Steve: under duvet shield, I sucked her clit while fingers plunged her pussy, building to penetration. She came murmuring excuses, pussy pulsing as I filled her fully, thrusts echoing her relief. Mum’s dinner visit brought laughter and thigh squeezes under the table, her stories flushing Dorothy. Later back in bed, endless kisses fueling fucks. Orgasms multiplied, cream pies overflowing, duvet soaked in our excess. Day 7 Last morning savored: slow kisses, thorough kissing from feet upward, cock gliding into her post-worship. Marital bed hosted quaking climaxes, final cream pie and a tender flood. Afternoon echoed day one passionate, body adored, duvet shielding urgent impregnation. Steve’s return neared, but night’s call teased: entering mid-chat, thrusts to her stifled moans. Orgasm fierce, goodbye breathless. The final cream pie, deep and possessive, sealed with goodbye kisses to our stolen week. Filled with promises of meeting her again next time Steve was away.

It was Valentine’s Day a few years back. I was on a work trip in my hotel room searching through some profiles on an adult website. I was already there in the Nottingham area for a few days with a hard on that wouldn’t let up. I began to chat with a local couple. Turned out to by the guy half which is typical to find someone he might want to fuck his wife. So we begin chatting on and off thru-out the day when he asked if I wanted to have some fun and give her another guy to fuck on Valentine’s Day. With a raging erection painfully pressing against the inside of my boxers I gladly accepted the offer. She was also perfectly fine with it. He said he’s average in size but wanted to give his wife a gift of a thick cock. How can I refuse? His plan was to stop by my hotel at 7pm to have a Valentine’s Day play date with his wife as he watched. I was cool with that since it kind of turns me on being watched. The time comes and a knock on my door. They both walk in and we have some small talk before he leads her hand into my bedroom portion of the suite. Without warning she immediately took off her clothes and embraced me with a passionate kiss. Her hubby took a seat by the dresser and TV fully clothed. She led me to the bed and asked me why my clothes are still on? I immediately took off everything to climb onto the king-sized bed with her. We begin making out naked bodies against each other as her husband is watched straight in-line at the end of the bed. After stroking my cock for a bit while I was fingering her wet pussy while making out, she hungrily began licking my cock. First around the head to get it nice and wet, then up and down the shaft while massaging my full loaded ball sack. After having me nice and wet I feel her take me into her mouth. Gradually as she tries to take more in her mouth pausing to make it wetter with her saliva. She tried taking all of me as her head bobbed up and down on my super wet, saliva dripping cock but couldn’t do it. Hey I’m fine with that as it felt amazing! My turn. As we switched positions from me being on my back to her being on hers, I looked over at her fully dressed husband and he just smiled. I went down licking this married woman’s bare and soaking wet pussy; licking up all the girl cum she could give me before being so sensitive she couldn’t take it anymore. She insisted she needed to be filled and feel my hard cock in her pussy. She climbed on top taking me inside her slowly as she turned back looking at her hubby. He has the perfect back view as I have the even more perfect front view. Watching her pussy lips spread apart as my cock disappears inside her. She was very tight and went all the way until I hit her vaginal wall deep inside. She rocked back and forth rubbing her clit on me as I was hitting her sensitive spot inside. When she came, it felt like a super grip clamping down on my cock. After the 4th time feeling her cumming on me and gripping so tightly I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot a huge load inside her. She stayed there for a bit with me still inside her looking back at her man and then kissing me. She lifted herself up off my cock soaked with both of our mixed cum, putting her hand tightly over her pussy and laying quickly on her back with her legs spread. As I’m laying next to her, with her free hand using her index finger she summons for her husband to come over and eat her out. When she released her hand I immediately saw my cum leaking out of her pussy in just enough time before her husband licked it all up. Not quite my thing being straight, but to watch another man lick my cum out of his wife on Valentine’s Day was surely a memorable experience.

This was sent to me for Paul the husband of a regular hot wife I see over in Coventry In his own words....... Rachel was twenty four when she discovered that, like three of her four sisters, she was unable to have children. At first she was devastated, so was I being her husband. We talked about adoption and even surrogates, but Rachel rejected the ideas. She was on depression and anxiety medication and was generally at a low place. Then as if a switch had been thrown she changed from her normally conservative self and dress and started to wear extremely short dresses and insanely tight tops with no bras or her other option was baggy tops which when she bent forward offered the chance to see her tits due to the wide necks. She also bought blouses with exceedingly low plunging neck lines that had her boobs all but falling out. I loved the change. She had also dumped all the medication. Everyone suggested that it was compensating for not having children and trying to see if she was still attractive to men. Attractive! She had their tongues hanging out and their eyes on stalks. Also in the bedroom she was far more adventurous. In the past she was willing to go along with whatever I suggested, but now she was taking the lead telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it. I loved the new Rachel. Well that was until one night when I had just fucked her for the second time that night, in the doggy position. We were laying recovering when she suddenly told me she wanted more cock. I told her that she would have to wait a while for my poor overworked cock to recover. It was now when she explained that she didn't mean more of my cock, she just meant more cocks! She went on to say that she wanted me to find her more cocks or if I didn't she would find some for herself. I could tell she had a tone of seriousness about her. I decided to avoid the subject and ignore her ramblings. About a fortnight later she asked me what I had done to find more cocks, and after I told her nothing, she gave me an ultimatum that if I didn't find her one within a month she would find her own. There was no mistaking the fact that she really meant it. I thought about it and found that every time I thought about Rachel being fucked by another man I got an erection. Where the hell do you start looking for someone to fuck your wife. We hit Rachel's deadline, and I still hadn't done anything about looking for men to fuck her. Then we were invited to one of Rachel's friend's Birthday party. Rachel stole the party the moment she stepped into her friend's house. Her skirt was incredibly short and the wrap around blouse didn't hide much as she moved. Not only could you see into the blouse through the wrap part of it, but the sides were missing and you could see as much if not more through the elongated arm cut outs. Her panties were also visible when she bent forward a little. I went for drinks, and returned to about ten men standing around her listening to her telling them a story about something. You could almost trip over the tongues hanging out or bump into the eyes protruding on stalks. As the evening wore on all but two of the men had been recovered by their wives. Of the remaining two one looked like a complete dork, the other one I hated because he was just Rachel's type, tall, thin but quite muscle bound. Come the end of the evening Rachel whispered something to him and he disappeared out of sight. We gave our thanks to the host and birthday girl. Out at the car he was waiting for us. When we got to him Rachel put her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue down his throat. As I went to get in the driver's seat I told Rachel to get in the car. She did, in the back with Martin. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. Rachel barked at me to drive. We live a little way out in the country. Soon the only light was from my headlights and I was unable to see what was happening in the back seats. I could hear lots of kissing and rummaging as well as Oooohs and Aaaahs from Rachel and then squelchy sounds were added. I couldn't see, but guessed that the noise was from my wife's wet pussy. I was now regretting not having found her someone to fuck as I might have been able to control things. Now although I was driving, I was a passenger to other events. I stopped the car in the drive and Rachel and Martin were straight out of the car and I followed behind into the house. They were no sooner through the door when Rachel was leading him up the stairs. I had been right about the squelching. I could see Rachel's pussy. It was glistening and void of her panties. I wonder when they came off as she had gone out with them on. Once in our bedroom they were ripping each other's clothes off. Rachel was naked first. Well she only had two garments on, blouse and skirt. While he finished undressing I was angry that they were going to fuck in our bed. She could have at least used the spare bedroom. Martin had a fairly thick 5inch ish cock that stood almost vertical and was quite thick. He lifted Rachel off her feet and then slowly lowered her back down, trying to penetrate her pussy with his cock. The first time it missed and ran up the crack of her arse. As he raised her again. Rachel looked at me, almost pleading with me to put it in for her. I didn't need to because as Martin lowered her again, his cock found her entrance and penetrated her pussy and continued to go deeper until her pussy had taken his total length inside her. Martin paused as they kissed for a few moments, and then he was lifting and lowering my wife on his cock. I was angry, upset, but also very excited. The sight of my wife's pussy rising and falling on his thick cock caused me some discomfort being confined and restricted in my pants. Martin took several staggers to one of the bedroom walls and continued to fuck my wife against it while he stood up. Rachel's legs had long since locked together behind his back as he fucked her in the upright position. I was amazed at his stamina and strength as he fucked my wife like that for the best part of five minutes, before he finally lowered her to the floor. As Rachel stood I could see his cock bent downwards as Rachel was a good three inches shorter than Martin. Then I heard the plop as his cock slipped out. Martin dropped to the floor and lifted one of Rachel's legs over his shoulder as his tongue took the place where his cock had just been. It wasn't even two minutes before Rachel's leg started to buckle and Martin had to stand and support Rachel as she shuddered her way through her 1st orgasm. Rachel was now like a rag doll as Martin lifted her and took her to the bed and lowered her onto it. Then holding her feet he crawled up her body taking her feet with him. Rachel was now folded double with her feet beside his ears as he started a slow fucking action that slowly turned into a seriously vigorous pounding. I saw Rachel tense and then go floppy again as she came for the 2nd time. Martin was right behind her and groaned loudly signalling that he had conquered my wife's pussy as he sprayed her insides with his cum. Slowly they untangled themselves and rolled apart. It was several minutes before either of them had caught their breath or spoke. Martin turned onto his side and his hand stroked over Rachel's tits and I think was about to go down to her pussy when Rachel turned to face him. I think Martin was expecting Rachel to try to get him ready again for round two. My heart was sinking lower until she gasped that he could go now. The way it was said left no room for misunderstanding, he had been dismissed. I put my stiff cock back away as Martin dressed and then I showed him down and out the house. I quickly returned to the bedroom for sloppy seconds. It felt so different fucking a wet sloppy pussy, most unlike the tight pussy I had been fucking for the last nine years. Yet it also felt so sexy and right reclaiming what was mine. It was one of the best fucks of my life and I repeated it about an hour later when I took Rachel again from behind. I learnt a lot about myself that night. Besides being annoyed, angry and jealous, I was also highly turned on and I wasn't sure which emotion was winning. What I did know was that this wasn't the end of Rachel being a Hotwife. After that night I started to bring men home for Rachel. I hated it, but also got so excited and horny watching, and there were always the sloppy seconds. If I went more than six weeks before bringing a man home, Rachel would go out and find one, and then knowing the bit I hate the most was when she sucked the guy's cock, she would do it on purpose. I calculated that over the last twelve years or so, Rachel has fucked about 10+ men. Although she has had plenty of offers she has only ever fucked the men once before moving on to the next one. With just two exceptions, Martin just because he's local he's her regular goto bull, and John another regular when Martin isn't around, I have never got involved or joined in, just taken sloppy seconds. The two somehow both felt and seemed right and we spit roasted Rachel. Would I change anything about my life with a Hotwife? No not a thing. The feeling of getting sloppy seconds is something you just cannot describe. By the way it has not always been just a one way street. In those ten years I have slept with about a dozen women with not only my wife knowing but approving my choices. If you're thinking about letting your wife become a Hotwife, I would say that if you have a solid marriage, go for it and let her enjoy it and embrace it.

Husband wants wife to have another cock, then regrets it. I've changed the lady's name to protect her identity As the head on my cock slipped past the brown crinkly lips of his wife's fanny, I heard her gasp, "Yeeees." Then I heard her husband say, "No.", by that time I was already rocking backward and forward plowing deeper with each push to get as deep as I could in her pussy. Angel was bent over the dining table, her skirt was thrown up over her back and her panties were still hooked on one of her ankles held up by her high heel shoe. She was a 36 year old wife who had contacted me, a 50 yr old guy on a cuckold site I frequent. At 5' 8" she had lovely legs supporting her trim, sexy body. Her tits were about a C cup. Her pretty face was surrounded by her long brown hair. She had full red lips just made for kissing. She has piercing green eyes and a button nose. "Yes, yes, yes. Keep going. Please cum in me," she demanded as she started to shake. "No, don't cum in her," Barry pleaded, "Please stop." He shouted, I wasn't quite ready yet anyway so I ignored Barry's pleading and continued to pump his wife as she requested. Angel was getting her second wind and was now thrusting back to accept every inch of my cock. " Faster you ...... fucker. Harder. Harder. Give me all of that lovely cock. Fuck that worthless cuck, fill me with cum, I need it inside me" Angel pleaded. She needn't have worried I intended to give her all I could. Angel was panting, getting close to her second orgasm. I was getting close to my first. Barry obviously sensed that and pleaded again," Not in her, we don't want her pregnant." Angel had already told me that she wanted my cum in her belly. I spoke to Barry, "I'm sorry mate she's asked me to. So I'm going to put my babies in her womb." Barry just watched as I took another thrust and emptied my seed deep in his wife. I slipped out as it went soft and as quick as I had moved out the way, Barry was between Angel's arse cheeks holding them apart, using his fingers and tongue trying to get all my spunk back out of his wife's used pussy. It must have felt good because Angel was like a cat meowing as Barry licked away at her fanny and our mixed juices. I moved to Angel's side and waved my limp wet dick in her face. She opened her mouth and sucked my cock in as her tongue snaked all over the head and shaft. Barry had finished his clean up and sat back down on a chair. "You know you could get her pregnant, she's not on the pill" he whined. Angel disappointed at the loss of the tongue took my now erect cock and said as she stroked it, "I need this to fuck me again." "No dear you promised only once," Barry pleaded with Angel. She ignored him and rolled over onto her back laid across the table. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and slipped my cock back into her waiting pussy. "AAAAAh. That's what I need. All of it, fuck me," Angel requested. I complied with her request slamming my full length in and out her slippery hole. She reached her goal again as I slammed against her arse. As she recovered slightly I slapped first one arse cheek and then the other. As this sent her over the top again Barry complained, "Don't hurt her." I gave her a couple more slaps. She squealed and groaned with each slap. Then her fanny clamped down hard on my cock almost preventing it from leaving her. This spasm caused both of us to cum again. As I pulled away there was a plop sound as it slipped out. Barry was moaning, Not again. I told you not to cum in her," when he was back between her legs sucking my cum back out from between her thighs. Later after we had all recovered and Barry was happy with his clean up job, Angel and I dressed. Angel was one really hot wife. Angel kissed me passionately and I asked, "Same time next week." Angel answered yes and Barry complained, "We agreed it would be just the once and you didn't have to enjoy that much." Angel snapped, "Well I did and I will again. Now go to your bedroom and I'll see you shortly. Barry scuttled away. I kissed Angel again as I groped her tits, "see you next we

After my wife Sue died in 2018 I lost her to ovarian cancer, I sank into a kind of lul. Some people would call it depression. Family and friends tried to help. They brought me meals and found activities to invite me to attend. The truth is I missed that close personal, comfortable, relationship that Sue and I had for almost 25 years. I especially missed the rush that I got from driving her into orgasmic moans as I buried my cock balls deep in her wonderful warm wet pussy. And the very Bi nature of her and watching and joining in on occasions with some of her lady friends over the years. I wanted to experience those feelings again, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. I didn’t want to try to meet women at bars, and I certainly didn’t want to pay for sex. So, for some time my main sexual release was my own hand as I watched porn on my computer in the privacy of my house. One day, as I tended to Sue’s flower gardens in our back yard, I noticed my neighbour, Jane, sunning herself in the next yard. I had never noticed what a hot body she has. She is about 5’6” with long auburn hair. She works as a personal trainer/masseuse at a local swimming club. Her body is trim and tight. Jane was wearing a tiny string style bikini. It was essentially three small triangles of cloth, held together with some string ties. I guess I spent too long gazing at her. She rolled over, looked right at me and said, “I see you eying me up. Have you become a peeping Tom?” Then she laughed. Jane and her husband, Sue and I had been close friends for many years. There was never anything sexual between us, we were just all good friends and next door neighbours. We were very comfortable with each other. Jane’s husband had died about six months before my wife, Sue passed away. “Busted!”, I admitted. “I guess it’s been too long since I’ve seen a beautiful woman in the flesh.” “You should get out more. Meet new friends. I personally know that there are several women right in my books who would love to get to know you. You know that women tell each other everything.” I told Jane, “I’d love to do just that, but I don’t know how to start.” She replied, “The question isn’t can you start; it’s can you finish?” “I don’t have any problem finishing; and I can do it in a very satisfying way!” I couldn’t believe I had said that, but as I already told you, I was always very comfortable and often flirtatious with Jane. Jane got up to head inside her house. As we said goodbye, she stopped and looked back at me, “I found a great sale on some steaks at the butchers today. Would you care to join me for dinner? We can grill them here.” My first reaction was to make up an excuse that I was busy. Before I had a chance to back away, Jane chimed in, “Good! I’ll take that as a yes! Let's plan on about seven. Dress is casual. We can take a dip in the hot tub after dinner so bring some trunks.” I realized that in spite of my shyness I was committed, like it or not. I had enough time to pop to the shops at the wine section and asked the clerk for a couple of bottles of their best Merlot. I also picked up a large bouquet of red roses. I took a deep breath, opened the gate between our gardens and knocked on her patio door. I still had reservations about what I was doing. I reassured myself that this was Jane, my old friend. I thought to myself, “Relax Martin. This will be just like old times” “Come on in. We’re almost ready.”, was Jane’s cheery response as she walked toward the door. The sight of her was breath taking. She was still wearing her semi-transparent white bikini top. With her now facing me, I could see how it cradled her magnificent breasts. As she walked toward me, I could see her breasts bouncing. I could not take my eyes off them. Oh how I’d love to rock my cock between them. “These are for you,” I announced as I held up the roses. “And these are for us.” I nodded toward the bottles of Merlot. “Oh Martin, the flowers are beautiful! Thank you so much” Jane squealed. “Put the wine on the table. I’ll get some glasses. Can you fire up the grill? The steaks are ready to go when you are.” I disposed of the wine as directed and headed to the patio to fire up the grill. As I was preparing the grill, I felt Jane come up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and pressed her body against my back and my butt. It’s a good thing she was behind me or she would have felt my hardening cock as her nipples threatened to burn holes in my back. I could feel how toned her body was as she squeezed me tightly, “Thanks for the flowers. I know we are going to have a great time this evening.” The dinner turned out to be fantastic. The food was delicious and the conversation was exciting. The wine added to the relaxing environment. Jane suggested that we take dessert on the patio. She had some romantic music playing softly all evening during. As we walked into the patio, “Near You” by Francis Craig started up. “Oh I love this song. Will you dance with me?” She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close to her body. I was certain that she could feel my cock stirring in my pants. She almost whispered in my ear, “After Harry died, I couldn’t imagine sex with another person. Then on a business trip, an old friend showed me that life is for the living. I’d like to be that person for you…tonight.” I looked down at her as she looked up to me. Cautiously, I moved my face closer to hers. Then we kissed. The kisses were very tentative, even gentle at first. I felt her mouth open so I opened mine, Our tongues began to dual. Somewhere in this embrace, we stopped dancing. I was caressing Jane’s back. She began to unbutton my shirt. I felt her hands caressing my chest. I could feel the heat from her body. “I have a treat for you, Martin”, she whispered in my ear as she opened my belt. “It’s my specialty.” As my pants dropped to the floor, Jane untied her skirt and guided me to the corner of the patio. She had a massage table setup. She directed me to climb on the table and lay on my stomach. I felt her pour some warm oil on my back. She began to caress my back starting at the shoulders. She rubbed the oil lower and lower. When she got to my briefs, she slowly pulled them down below my ass. “Help me take these off”, she asked as she pulled them toward my feet. I raised my hips and discreetly moved my cock out of the way. She pulled them all the way off and dropped them on a chair. Then she began to knead my ass. Again, I was impressed with the strength of her hands. She massaged my thighs. Every so often I would feel her hands brush my balls. The sensation just made my cock harder. She proceeded down my legs all the way to my toes. “Roll over. It’s time for the front.” As I flopped on my back, my cock stood straight up, swaying in the air. “Doesn’t it feel great to be touched?” She whispered. “I love being naked outdoors.” With that she pulled on the string holding her top in place. The top fell away revealing the treasures that I had been ogling all evening. Then she pulled the strings at each side of the bottom and it fell away. She was naked in the moonlight. What an exotic sight. “Aren’t you concerned about being naked here on your patio?” “It’s very private here. The only neighbour who can see us is the Peeping Tom who lives next door. I understand that he is occupied tonight.” Jane returned her attention to my feet. She worked her way up my legs. Just before she would have gotten to my cock, she stopped. I opened my eyes to see what the delay was. Jane was holding a large bottle of something against her chest just above her right breast. As she squeezed it, oil poured down her body. She moved the bottle around so the oil covered both breasts . Once she had her body all lubed up, she moved to the foot of the table and began to crawl up my body. As she did, she covered me with the same lube. She slid her body up and over my rock hard cock, pressing it back against my belly. When she reached my head, she took my face in her hands. “I can feel how much you are enjoying this lesson.” She kissed me deeply. I responded by driving my tongue down her throat. Jane began sliding her body up and down mine. She was masturbating my cock with her oil slick body. The feeling was beyond wonderful. “Oh Jane, I can’t take much more of this lesson. You’re going to make me cum.” “You will cum soon lover, but not just yet.” With those words, she slid off my body. She positioned her body next to my cock and poured more oil all over it. She wrapped both hands around my now throbbing cock and began to stroke it slowly. “Sue told me that you had a nice cock, but her description didn’t do you justice. You do know that women tell each other everything.” I really couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. All the blood in my body was racing into my cock. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh yes, fuck yes, make it shoot. I’m so close. Oh my god, I’m cuming.” Jane pointed my cock right at her magnificent tits as she continued to milk it. Spurt after spurt of hot cum blasted her tits. It was the biggest load I ever shot. I closed my eyes for a moment to relish the feelings of release that swept over my body. When I reopened my eyes, Jane had crawled up on the table next to me. She laid her head on my chest and continued to fondle my shrinking cock. “Once we recover, we can take a shower and then go for a dip in the tub. You know how I love being naked outdoors.” My first impression, as I began to return to consciousness, was warmth. Jane and I were each lying on our sides, spooned together. My right arm was wrapped around her waist. The odour of sexual excitement, combined with Jane’s natural scent, and the hint of the delightful perfume she was wearing permeated our personal space. Add to that mix the flowery smell of her lotion and you have an erotically stimulating environment. Without consciously thinking about it, I began to caress her firm breasts. My hand slipped lower across her tight abs and I felt her neatly trimmed landing strip. My senses were overwhelmed by the situation. Jane was this wonderful combination of strength and femininity. She had just given me the best sexual climax that I had experienced in a long time. Now she was sleeping in my embrace. My hand dipped lower and found the shaved entrance to her pussy. I was amazed! Despite the fact that she had done all the work and provided all the pleasure, her pussy was dripping wet. My finger slipped effortlessly into her warmth. My thumb came to rest on her clit I could feel it emerging from its hiding place under her hood. As I strummed her clit and finger fucked her pussy, she began to stir. I felt her body tremble as she sighed, “Oh that feels so good! Please don’t stop.” Her reaction triggered one of my own as I felt my cock rise and press against her ass. “What a nice surprise you gave me. I’ll never forget tonight.” “Tonight’s not over yet.” she responded. We lay together in this very sensual embrace for a long time. Finally, Jane stirred, “Let’s get a shower. Then we can play some more in the hot tub.” She slid off the table and grabbed my hand. The shower was just a few steps away. Jane adjusted the temperature and we both stepped in it together. I was having a fantastic time. The moon was shining through the trees. The temperature was still in the 20’s as it was mid June and the light breeze danced sensually over our bodies. We began to soap each other’s bodies. It was such a thrill to run my fingers over Jane’s smooth skin. It was even better feeling her touch on my body. I had some conflicting thoughts running through my mind. I had been conditioned since I was young that these feelings of pleasure needed to be intertwined with ideas like love, commitment, and long-term relationships. However, here we were two friends giving each other the ultimate pleasures with no strings attached. So this is what “Friends with Benefits” is all about. I was brought out of my reverie by the thrill of Jane gently soaping my cock. Instinctively I began to soap her sensitive breasts. “I love it when you touch me like that.” We leaned closer and began to kiss passionately. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close to me. I crushed her breasts against my chest. My cock poked against her rock hard abs. I could feel it rubbing across her landing strip. I whispered to her, “How about a dip in the hot tub?” We turned the shower off and moved out to sit on the side of the hot tub. I kissed Jane solidly on the lips and then moved my attention to her neck. My thumb and forefinger found one of her hard pointy nipples as my lips found the other. I sucked her entire areola into my mouth. I felt her body tremble. Jane was moaning softly as I caressed her tenderly. I slid into the water and turned back to face Jane. Her legs were dangling in the water. I took hold of each ankle and placed them on my shoulders. I began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the hot tub. My tongue, like a heat seeking missile, found its target. I licked her pussy from top to bottom, paying particular attention to her sensitive clit. Jane began to squirm as she moaned, “Oh Martin, that’s wonderful. Please don’t stop. Oh fuck, I’m so close. I need this, Martin. I need to cum all over your face.” I tightened my grip on her ass and drove my tongue as deep as it would go. I licked her lips and her clit. I began moving faster and faster. I wanted the thrill of making Jane cum. Jane was almost screaming. She grabbed my head and forced my face harder against her warm wet pussy. I felt her body tense. Her legs clamped around my ears. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. I’m cuming.” With one final spasm, Jane collapsed. She was spent for the moment. I eased her body into the hot tub and enveloped her in my arms. I wanted the feeling of this closeness to last as long as possible. Jane finally opened her eyes and looked at me, “Martin, please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy.” She climbed out of the hot tub and led me to the decking and the sofa that she normally used to sun herself. She flipped onto her back, opened her legs wide and held out her arms to me. What an invitation that was. I crawled on top of her. She pulled my chest tight against her heaving breasts. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled my cock toward her pussy. It was warm, wet, and very slippery. I tilted my hips slightly and slowly but firmly slid my cock all the way into her body. The muscles around her pussy were just as toned as the rest of her body. They grabbed my cock like a hand in a velvet glove. I felt the tip of my cock rub against her cervix. Then I slid almost all the way out and plunged in again and again. Jane was kissing me passionately. I felt her cum again and then on the next stroke yet a third time. She was hanging on for the ride of her life. We broke our kiss long enough for her to tell me, “I’ve dreamed about you fucking me ever since Sue told me what a great lover you are.” That spurred me on to fuck her faster and harder. I heard her almost sob, “Give it to me, Martin. Let me have it. I want to feel you shoot your load deep in my cunt.” She was begging me to cum. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm in the back of my neck and in the tips of my toes. The delightful sensations spread down my spine and up my legs. My body went rigid. I buried my cock balls deep in her pussy. The wonderful sensations finally exploded out of the tip of my cock as spurt after spurt of my cum blasted into Jane. I held Jane tightly as we came down together from our orgasmic high. I was so appreciative of my new sex teacher. Life was good, better than it had been for a long time. I was back in the game. Over the next few weeks, Jane and I spent a lot of time together. I had never been in a relationship like this before. I guess we were what people call "Friends with Benefits." We were not exclusive. We both had our separate interests. But when the opportunity arose, we would have the hottest, wildest sex that I have ever enjoyed. I learned that Jane had a bit of a submissive streak. One of her favourite positions was to be pinned to the bed on her back. I would hold both her wrists in one of my hands above her head as I slowly slid my hard cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. As I started, she would moan her approval. "Oh Martin, you feel so good inside me!" she would lift her ankles and lock her heels behind my ass. She would pull hard again! "Oh God, yes. That is so fucking good. Yes. Oh Martin, yes. FUCK ME HARDER! I'm going to cum. Oh yes!" Jane made me feel so virile. I was a MAN! I was providing her (and myself) with intense pleasure. I swear I could feel my cock get harder than at any other time in my life. As I fucked her harder and faster, she would wrap her legs tighter and tighter around my hips and ass. Then it would happen. Jane's beautiful body would stiffen. She would scream, "Oh my God I'm cumming. Oh fuck yesssssssss. Give it to me. I want your cum in my body!" That would usually drive me over the edge. With one final thrust, my cock would start to shoot. With all my being my body would spasm, driving spurt after spurt deep into her womb. Then we would both relax and settle into a wonderful embrace, truly joined together as one. One evening after one of these wonderful complete fuck sessions, Jane mentioned to me that there were a number of women in our circle of friends who would love to experience what she had just enjoyed so much. She again reminded me that women talk to each other about everything. I was so very comfortable with Jane. I had not yet seriously confronted the idea of establishing a sexual relationship with anyone else. I also got the distinct impression that Jane had an objective that she was steering this conversation toward. "Oh Martin, I have a favour to ask of you, but before I do, you must promise me that this will never disturb the wonderful relationship that we have together." "Wow, Jane, this sounds very serious. I promise whatever you want of me will never change our friendship." Jane then told me about an old friend of hers named Rachel. Rachel was a professional woman in her early 60's. She is the head of an executive consulting firm that she helped establish years ago. Rachel had lost her husband a couple of years ago. She had thrown herself into expanding her business and also into a number of community service projects. That didn't leave any time for developing personal relationships. Rachel was now the president of the Friends of the Symphony and as such was organizing the yearly spring social. This is the major annual fund raising activity of the organization. It is a formal dinner dance at the most exclusive country club in town. As the chairwoman of the event, Rachel needs an escort, but she has no one to ask. Jane wanted to know if I would be willing to at least have dinner, meet Rachel, and if we hit it off, to escort her to the ball. "Who knows, Martin, you might even get lucky with Rachel. I agreed to meet Rachel and Jane agreed to invite us both to a small dinner party. Jane arranged a time for the dinner and she asked me to pick Rachel up. As I approached Rachel's front door, it opened and there stood Rachel. She is about 5'6" tall with coal black hair and a fair complexion. She has shapely legs and medium sized breasts. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and black pumps. My first reaction was that this could be fun. We introduced ourselves and headed to Jane's. Dinner was a lot of fun. The food was great. Rachel and I hit it off. Jane was obviously pleased at how her scheme was working out. Rachel and I helped Jane clean up after dinner, said our goodbyes and headed back to Rachel's place. We made ourselves comfortable on her couch. Rachel brought some Drambuie on the rocks and we continued our getting to know each other. Rachel told me that after her husband died, she wasn't certain if life was worth living any more. I explained that I understood and I felt the same way after my wife passed away. Maybe she was getting to know me. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but Rachel told me that she wanted to get back in the game, but wasn't certain how to make the first move. I told her that I had the same problem until I met a very understanding friend that showed me the way. "Was that friend Jane?", Rachel asked me. "I don't make a habit of kissing and telling. We are great friends. You'll have to get the details from Jane." "And here I thought chivalry was dead. I think that is charming. You know we women talk about everything so I know about your relationship." "Well, Rachel, you are an attractive, sexy, woman. I can be your special friend if you really want to get back in the game." "Oh Martin, I do want that. I just don't know what to do." "Let's have another drink and relax here on the couch together." As we sat down, I wrapped my right arm around Rachel's shoulder. She didn't resist, but rather melted into my embrace. I took my free hand and tipped Rachel's chin up to face me. Gently I moved closer and closer. I slightly opened my lips and we kissed. Rachel responded by opening her lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, I slid my free hand down across her breasts. I felt Rachel's rapid intake of breath followed by her contented moan. Her nipple hardened and she kissed me even harder. I used my hand around her shoulder to find the zipper on her dress and eased it down to the middle of her back. With my other hand, I began to caress her thigh. Rachel began to moan even more, "Oh Martin, that feels so good. Please don't stop." It was time for the unwrapping. Realizing that women are uncomfortable with their own body image, I turned the lights down low. I took Rachel in my arms. "You are a beautiful sexy woman and I want to see all of you." With that I eased her dress off her shoulders. She was wearing a black push up bra that really displayed her beautiful breasts. As her dress fell to the floor, I undid the front clip freeing those perky tits. As if on auto pilot, my lips found their way to her right nipple. My free hand closed around her left nipple and tweaked it. Rachel loved the attention she almost fainted from the pleasure. My hands slipped lower to find that Rachel was wearing a lacy black thong. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slowly lowered it to the floor. Rachel's pussy lips were shaved with a small landing strip of that same black hair. I slid one hand along those smooth lips. I was pleased and a little surprised to find Rachel was dripping wet. She was so ready to be fucked. she needed to cum. By now Rachel was moaning constantly, "Oh Martin, that feels so good. I've missed these feelings so much. I want to see you naked too." With that invitation, I stepped back to give Rachel access to my belt buckle. While she opened my pants, I unbuttoned my shirt. In short order, I was as naked as she was. All this foreplay had my cock rock hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and slowly stroked it. My cock has a lot of foreskin. That means it is very easy to jack off. she was fascinated with how the skin covered and uncovered the sensitive head. "Oh Martin, your cock is so beautiful. I've forgotten how good it feels to stroke a hard cock!" I gently laid Rachel back on the couch. She kept stroking my cock with one hand, while she used the other one to stimulate her clit. I bent over her body and began to lick her pussy lips. They opened like a blooming flower. She was really ready. I moved to the foot of the couch and placed her feet over my shoulders. This gave me open access to her wonderful pussy. I began to lick from her ass to her clit. Then I took her clit in my lips and lashed it with my tongue. Oh my god, Rachel was thrashing on the couch. She was rolling her head from side to side. "Oh fuck, Martin, that is so good! You are going to make me cummmmmmmm. Yes! Yes! Oh I'm cummming." With that Rachel's body tensed. She stretched her legs straight up in the air and pressed them against my ears. We laid together for a few minutes when Rachel finally broke the silence. "Oh Martin, I can't remember ever cumming like that before. It was wonderful. I told Rachel that this was only round one. I positioned her sitting upright on the couch and crawled between her legs. I positioned my cock pointing it right at her pussy and eased it inside. Rachel was so wet that I entered her with no trouble at all. At the first contact, Rachel stiffened but as the pleasure overtook her body, she relaxed and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I began to fuck her slowly and. Building up speed before I buried myself balls deep in her. I could feel my balls bouncing against her ass as the tip of my cock bumped deep inside her. I could tell that Rachel felt it too. She screamed out with pleasure. "Oh Martin, your cock is so fucking hard. I love the way it fills me up. You feel even better than Jane said you would. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh fuck make me cum again. Oh yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg." That was enough to push me over the top too. I drove my cock as hard as I could into Rachel's pussy. The force lifted her entire body off the couch. She wrapped her arms and legs around my body and squeezed as tight as she could. There is nothing quite as good as a man and a woman with their bodies joined together and enjoying simultaneous climaxes. Doing a favour for Jane had never been this fun before.

John asked me to make a baby with his wife. At first it was hard to comprehend when John asked me to fuck his wife and get her pregnant. John and I had worked at the same place in Warwick for several years and had become friends. Not the hang out together and go fishing kind of friends but the kind that chatted and shared stories and jokes. Often it was when we were eating lunch in the staff room. Sometimes people would confuse us because we looked so much alike. Our age, height, weight, complexion and hair color were all close. He was a nice guy. One day he asked me to stop at the village pub for a drink after work. He said that he had something he wanted to talk to me about. I agreed. We drank a beer and made small talk. He ordered a second round. Then he got more serious. “You’ve met my wife, Lisa.” I replied yes and that I thought she was really nice and also very attractive. I told him that I thought he was lucky to have her. John smiled and agreed. “For the last six months we have been trying to start a family. We have not been able to get it done so we went to the doctor. He said that she is fine but my sperm count is near zero and will probably never get her pregnant.” I looked at him with an expression that said, why are you telling me this? “We talked about it and decided that because you and I are physically so much alike that if you two had a baby it would likely look like it was ours. We agreed that we want you to knock her up, if you’re interested.” I think my chin hit the table. “She’s been off the pill from when we started to try. When the doctor said what it would cost for IVF we knew we could not afford it and if it did not work the first time, it would cost that much again. If you agree, the two of you will have to do it the natural way, even if it takes a bunch of tries.” “Let me understand this. You want me to have sex with your wife till I get her pregnant, even if we have to do it many times. And you are both OK with that?” “Before she went off the pill, we were both into the swinging lifestyle. We both enjoy being with sex partners other than each other. She’s wild in bed and can also be very sub. You can do anything you want with her and she will love it and beg for more. You can use all three of her holes. All we would ask is that each time you dump a load, you put it where it has the best chance to get her pregnant.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I never in my life dreamed that someone would ask me something like this. Are you really serious?” “Come over tonight to get to know her. Her next fertile period is next week.” “OK, if that’s what you want.” I arrived at their place at nine. Lisa greeted me at the door. She was dressed in a short little pink, almost transparent baby doll nightie. I could clearly see her dark nipples as her breasts pressed against the fabric and made delightful bumps. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tits pressed against my chest. All she said was, “Thank you.” John was sitting in a chair in the living room, smiling. Lisa took my hand and guided me to the couch. I sat down and she cuddled up next to me. The bottom of her nightie was up around her waist. I could see that she was wearing a pair of delicate lace panties that matched her nightie. A minute or two later, Lisa said, “I’m not fertile right now but we could practice, if you want.” She giggled. Before I could even answer, she was fishing my cock out of my boxers. It was not easy to do because I was rapidly hardening. “Wow, I love a thick cock.” Her mouth stretched and engulfed my prick and without any hesitation slid down my shaft till her nose pushed through my short hairs and pressed firmly against my pubic bone. I looked at John and he was still smiling. He nodded in the affirmative. He pulled his pecker out and started stroking it as he watched his wife blowing another man. Lisa pulled off long enough to say, “I love to have my nipples pinched, hard. Don’t be shy.” I took one between my thumb and fore finger and gave it a firm squeeze and pulled on it. Even with my cock in her mouth, I heard her moan, Ahhhh. She rapidly sucked my rock hard cock with long strokes of her mouth. I came deep down her throat, she stood up, took my hand and led me to their bed. Standing next to the bed, she pulled her nightie over her head. Her tits bounced as they were freed. They were really nice. Would you pull my panties off with your teeth, please? I dropped down and took the top of her panties between my teeth. I pulled them part way down and then kissed her shaved mound. She wiggled her legs and the panties fell to the floor where she stepped out of them. I stood back up. Lisa removed my shirt. I had already stepped out of my shoes. She undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts down. She went down along with them. She licked up and down the length of my shaft and licked the cum off of my cock. Then she took each of my balls in her mouth and sucked on them. She put my cock between her tits and moved them up and down with her hands, tit fucking me. John walked over and grabbed her by the arm and pretty much threw her on the bed. He slapped her tits, hard. I almost stopped him. “Tell your new friend what you are.” She looked me in the eyes, “I’m a cock hungry slut. I’m you fuck toy. Treat me rough. Tell me what you want and I will do it, anything. Use me.” I thought about it for a minute. “Get on your back and spread your legs wide. Rub your clit hard and finger yourself till you come. I want to watch you.” In just seconds she was spread wide and her fingers were flying across her clit. It was not long before her whole body was shaking and her head was rolling from side to side and she screamed out her first orgasm. “Get on your hands and knees.” She quickly obeyed. “Fuck my whore cunt or my asshole or go back and forth between them. Do whatever you want.” I decided that I wanted her cunt first. I lined myself up and pushed in. I slid in easily, but she was tighter than I expected. Lisa was talented. She squeezed my shaft with her cunt muscles while I fucked her. I held her hips so she could not move. She grunted each time I slammed into her. My ball sack bounced off of her mound. I fucked her fast and hard and deep. The headboard bounced against the wall. John walked over. His pants were off. He got on his knees on the side of the bed beside his wife’s head. He took her by the hair and turned her head to him. She obediently opened her mouth and he shoved his manhood in her mouth. Her lips locked around it. He held her hair and jerked her head back and forth over the whole length of his prick like he was fucking a cunt. She never gagged. Spittle ran down her chin. “Spank her ass till you leave a bright red hand print on it. That really gets her hot.” I smacked her ass and John told me to do it harder. Six or seven times more and there was a bright red handprint on her right ass cheek. It had to sting but she just kept moaning and grunting as I fucked her married pussy in front of her husband. Then she came so loud that I was sure the neighbors could hear her. John said that it did not matter if they did as they were one of the couples who were swinging friends. John was the first to come. He added a big load of jizz in her mouth along with the drool. She swallowed but some still dripped out of her mouth. That put me over the edge. He got off the bed as I rammed into her as deep as I could and held it there. My balls tightened and several streams of cum shot down my shaft and flew into Lisa’s hot cunt. I pulled out and watched some drain out of her and make a wet puddle on the bed. Lisa spun around and the first thing she did was lick up the puddle of cum that was on the sheets. Then she sucked my cock clean. She kept sucking and I started to get hard again, but I pulled away. Sorry guys but we have to go to work in the morning. I got dressed and went home. I am a widower so no one was waiting and wondering where I had been. The next day I sat with John at lunch. No one was close, so we could talk. “What did you think? Is she a good fuck or not? Are you ready to put a kid in her belly?” “If you two are sure, I’m game.” “Lisa’s fertile time should start about next Thursday. Why don’t you plan to stay at our place thru the weekend? That way you can fuck her as often as you can. Next time don’t be so gentle with her. Remember she will do anything you tell her to, anything. I hope that you don’t mind me watching and sometimes joining in. By the way, Lisa’s a great cook.” I smiled and asked what time I should come over. “Pack a few changes of clothes and come right after work. You can get an early start working at giving her a baby belly.” We both laughed. We went through three fertile periods before I got the job done I got to fuck her solid for 3 months. I stayed with them during each of her fertile periods, fucking her as often as I could get it up. I filled her with so much of my seed that she just had to get pregnant. The doctor finally gave them the news that they wanted. The doctor said that he was surprised but happy that John was successful. I wasn’t disappointed that it took so long. I got to do many things that I never thought that I would do with a married woman, Lisa is as much of a nasty sub slut as John said that she is. She loved every minute of it and begged for more. From then on, I continued to visit with John and Lisa every once in a while when she needed more cock. The bigger her belly got, it seemed like the hornier she got. Finally the baby arrived. It was a perfect baby girl. I looked at her with loving feelings. After all, I am her father. One day at work John said. Now we really want a boy. Are you up for making another one? Who am I to argue with an offer like that?

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.