Prologue
Emily glanced at me with a hint of reluctance and asked, “Do you still think it’s a good idea?”
Despite her words, her smile conveyed a different message. We were getting ready for our much-anticipated special dance night.
Chapter 1
My name is George. Emily is my wife. We lead a mostly happy life together in our late 30s. We prioritize our careers, but we also try to nurture our relationship.
Emily is an exquisite woman. Her slender, beautiful face and big eyes captivated me 15 years ago, and her slim figure, perky breasts, and small but sensually round butt have remained unchanged throughout our marriage.
If you want to picture her, think of a porcelain-skinned, angel-faced beauty with a thin and slightly frightened-looking face framed by straight brown hair. Emily’s airy gait and sophisticated style immediately catches the eye. Emily is elegant but reserved woman in public, and she tends to be shy also behind closed doors.
We live in the suburbs and in our precious but limited free time we like to go out to quality restaurants as well as dancing in our favorite clubs. Especially Emily enjoys dancing. I love it too, but I’m not up to her level. She always dresses very smartly, preferring black and white clothes, which accentuates to her airiness. She uses only light make-up.
In addition to her elegance, Emily is somewhat resigned, silent type who is not easily got enthusiastic but she is adaptable and can be easily convinced. She likes it when her partner is confident and firm.
Our sex life is satisfying, although we don’t have much to compare it to since both Emily and I had limited sexual experience before our marriage. She can be passionate when the mood strikes, but unfortunately, it doesn’t happen frequently, and I haven’t been able to figure out the secret triggering it. Despite my efforts, the outcome always remained uncertain.
One thing I’ve tried more and more is telling different erotic stories to spice things up in bed, but their effects on my wife vary depending on her mood and the type of story I tell. I’ve found that involving a third person, whether male or female, often brings the desired result. Over time, we’ve developed our favorite stories, such as her watching me with another woman or me watching her with another man. Occasionally, I’ve cautiously suggested taking a small step toward turning one of our fantasies into a reality, but she always politely turned me down. I haven’t been too serious about pursuing it, but I still found our conversations to be source of excitement.
Recently, I had a new idea and decided to introduce sex toys into our bedroom. Since I knew that my wife can be mainly aroused through her mind rather than her body, I didn’t have high hopes for the toy. As a first step, I ordered a medium sized, realistic dildo with normal girth and 8.5 inches length. When the package arrived, I couldn’t wait to open it and compare it to my own, precious tool. It turned out to be very similar to me in girth but definitely longer. My cock is slightly below average in length, about 5″ and the additional 3.5″ of the dildo was impressive. I was eagerly looking forward to introducing my new rubber friend to Emily, but unfortunately, she was just menstruating for a few more days. And as luck would have it, right after that, we had a busy and tiring period at work, which meant we had no energy to engage in sex for almost two weeks – something that happens to us from time to time.
When our life returned to normal, we finally had the chance to spend a romantic Saturday evening together. We decided to go out to an elegant restaurant. During dinner I couldn’t wait to get into bed, and I was practically tearing off her clothes as soon as we returned home. She was just as aroused as I was.
I prepared for a long and satisfying lovemaking, however, due to our prolonged abstinence, I found myself unable to last long.
Unfortunately, we both are the “one sex a night” type of people. We enjoy a satisfying lovemaking session with a good orgasm followed by the pleasure of falling asleep together. We aren’t interested in having multiple sexual encounters in one night. We tried it once or twice in our early years a little out of a sense of duty but we both found it difficult to reach a second orgasm. Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to last long enough, my new toy came to my mind and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to introduce it to Emily. When I felt I can’t hold it any more, I came into Emily’s pussy without warning. She was surprised because normally I would ask her if she could also come or if I should somehow try to wait for her, but this time I didnt say a word. As surprised as she was, she was not angry at all, but asked me to finish the job with my hands. This was the moment when I grabbed the dildo and introduced it to her. She was not enthusiastic as she was never into the sex toys, but let me try to satisfy her with it. She started to enjoy my actions more than I expected and after a while she started to move her hips to try to get more and more of the dildo inside her. It was already deeper in than I ever could but her moans made it obvious that she wanted more. I slowly managed to work in all the 8 inches and to my bug astonishment she started to moan as never before, “Mmmmhhhmm, yessss, yesss!” She came almost immediately as the dildo slid in fully.
We didn’t talk about it at all after this night, but when a week later I offered the toy again, she had no objection and the effect was very similar, a quick and intense orgasm.
From this point on, my stories involved more a more well-endowed man, which obviously excited her. The next time I raised the idea to translate anything from our stories into real life, the response was something other than the usual immediate rejection:
“What do you have in your mind?” Emily asked.
I was so surprised and unprepared that I chuckled and couldn’t give a proper answer but rather I made some jokes and diverted the subject.
I was better prepared for the next occasion, although I wondered if she would raise the same question again, but I was lucky and she played it again.
“What do you have in your naughty mind?” she asked.
I collected all of my bravery and proposed to visit a swinger club for our next dance night. She was startled at first, but I explained that we would just visit, dance and watch around and maybe if we find it exciting we could use a private room for ourselves.
I didn’t get an immediate answer and didn’t want to push it any further. Some days later we were in bed when Emily asked, “Were you serious about visiting a swinger club?”
My heart skipped a beat but I answered without delay, “Oh, yes!”
Emily continued slowly, “I considered your proposal and I agree that it can do no harm if we go only dancing and look around. But if you are serious about it than I want to agree in a few rules in advance.”
I was astonished, Emily didn’t just agree to visit a swinger club but also thought about it seriously and considered the potential scenarios.
I pushed it further, “So what rules do you have in your mind?”
“I don’t want to do anything else than in a normal dance club. Just have some drink, dance and look around, but nothing else,” Emily replied
I felt I should push it even further, “Okay but this isn’t a really clear rule. It is just our plan to have a good night. But what happens if either of us wants to dance with someone else?”
Emily pondered, “Let me consider… I think a dance or two does not hurt anyone. So, this is okay.”
I was astonished again but I continued further.
“So, we set this as our first rule. We can dance with others,” I stated.
Then I continued, “But after all, it is a swinger club, full with people who don’t just want to dance. What about any kind of sexual activity, like a kiss, or a touch? What if someone touches your ass while dancing or wants even more?”
Emily smiled and answered slowly.
“If you feel that you would like to do any of the above with other than me, then….. I would say a definite no.”
I was not surprised of the reply. My answer was very considerate.
“Okay honey. I accept second rule. However, please accept that my second rule towards you is different. I give my consent to you to have any form of intimate or sexual interaction with anybody — man or women — in the club with two conditions: First, no sex without condom. Second, you promise to tell me all details of your adventure afterwards.”
Emily replied with a laugh, “Ohhh, honey, this is totally absurd and unnecessary, I already told you I don’t want to do anything but dance and maybe have sex with you in that club. But all right, I accept your second rule.”
“The rules are set and clear for both of us. We can concentrate on finding the right club a prepare for our night,” I stated.
“Honey, finding a place is your task,” she said and left me alone with my thoughts.
This conversation aroused me so much that I had a throbbing hard on. I immediately switched on my laptop and started to look for a decent swinger club.
I did some research, read the reviews and decided on a nice place on the other side of town. Based on the reviews, I had no doubt about their high level of discretion.
From the pictures, the place looked luxurious, with lots of rooms of different types. We had to separately register with nicknames, then I could book our night. I also decided to book a private room in advance, just in case. No normal room was available, but I was able to book a voyeur room. The club reassured me that it could be locked up properly if we were not voyeurs, and the room could be also used for sleeping at night.
Chapter 2.
The next Sunday evening we sat in the car, nervous but excited, and drove to the address.
Although my wife had repeatedly told me that the upcoming night would be a regular dance night, I couldn’t help but notice that she had put in extra effort to prepare for the occasion. I noticed that she had meticulously groomed herself including a full shave of her private parts and had even purchased new underwear. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had planned to.
My wife carefully selected one of her sexiest little black dresses for the evening and paired it with a pair of high heels. Although she tried to conceal her excitement, she looked absolutely stunning.
Upon arriving, we were warmly greeted, and my doubts were quickly dispelled as we took in the elegant surroundings. The club boasted a stylish bar with a unique ambiance, a dark dancing corner, and several jacuzzis of varying sizes. For those so inclined, a small casino offered roulette and other gambling activities.
Making our way to the second floor, we discovered several rooms where sexual activities could take place. Some were for couples, but others were larger and featured king-size beds or glass walls facing the corridor.
To start the evening, we found a table and ordered cocktails. The music was pleasant, and we danced quite a bit and then went back to our table for relaxing. A gentleman approached us. He introduced himself as Peter and asked to join us. We accepted, and he promptly ordered more drinks for us all. Peter, a tall and slim man in his 40s, had a little grey in his hair, brown eyes, and a deep voice. He exuded confidence and quickly realized that it was our first time at a swinger club. He kindly offered some advice on how to enjoy the evening, regaling us with amusing anecdotes. Emily seemed to enjoy his company, and the drinks certainly helped to enhance the mood.
After a while, he asked Emily to dance. Emily dropped a shy glance at me but she remembered our rules No approval needed for dancing even for me, she had more lenient provisions. Despite that, I saw hesitation in her eyes. Peter leaned to her and whispered to Emily at great length. It seems there was something convincing in his voice or words as Emily stood up and they left to dance.
I ordered another drink and watched them on the parkette. Peter pulled her into the darkest corner but I could see them having a good time. Peter whispered a lot in Emily’s ear, and at one point — although I could barely see it in the shadow — I think Peter tried to caress her round bottom. Emily gently removed his hand.
They danced three songs than came back to our table. We chatted some more time, Peter was a good talker and praised Emily a lot. He called her a born dancer and Emily blushed from the compliments. While Peter was talking about how rarely he meets such a pleasant dance partner, Emily suddenly glanced shyly at him, blushed, then got up and went to fix her makeup.
As we waited for Emily, Peter asked if I felt uncomfortable with him asking my wife to dance. I quickly reassured him that as long as Emily was willing to dance with him, it was perfectly fine with me. Emily and I had agreed beforehand that we were open to dancing with others, so I had no objections. After hearing my response, Peter seemed satisfied and eagerly waited for Emily to return to our table. As soon as she arrived, he wasted no time in asking her to join him on the dance floor once again. Despite her initial shyness, Emily needed no encouragement this time and willingly obliged.
Before they left, I proposed that they keep dancing while I explore the club because I felt a bit bored sitting there alone. We agreed that they would continue dancing and I would check out the other areas. Emily and I arranged to meet back at our table in one hour.
I watched Peter and Emily sway to the music for one more song before heading towards the gambling area. After a bit of play, I decided to take a break and visit the hot tubs. I spent fifteen minutes in the sauna, where I met two friendly ladies with whom I chatted for a bit. Afterwards, I relaxed in one of the jacuzzis, feeling content with my decision to explore the club.
I looked at my watch and realized that I had to hurry back to our table. I ordered a drink and waited for Emily. To my surprise, I did not see them at the dance floor. Emily arrived from the hallway fifteen minutes later, apologizing that they had went out for a walk because they were exhausted from dancing — Emily’s flushed face confirmed this – and that they forgot to check the time.
We drank our cocktails and she told me they had good time dancing and praised Peter for his dancing talent. She seemed horny and to my surprise suggested we check upstairs to see if we could find a free private room. My cock jumped immediately and I teased her asking if dancing with Peter turned her on. She smiled shyly and almost invisibly nodded, then leaned to my ears and whispered, “I want you.” She put a strange emphasis on the you.
“Let’s go but do not forget, you have to tell me more,” I answered.
We rushed away from the table and were lucky enough to find and empty room for ourselves. We immediately jumped on the bed and started fondling each other.
I whispered, “Let me hear what turned you on. Remember our rules!” I said this remembering them dancing erotically and Peter fondling her body.
“Oh, yes! I remember your rules for sure,” she said in a slightly strange voice stressing again the word your.
We started undressing each other while she started talking.
“Peter pulled me to the dance floor. I guess you watched us dancing for a while.”
I nodded.
“After you left, he got braver and whispered naughty things into my ears and even started to use his hand on me,” she told me.
“By the way,” she continued slowly, “Peter started stroking my thighs under the table already when the three of us were chatting.”
This statement made my cock jumped even harder. So, that was when Emily suddenly looked at him embarrassed, but she let this go without apparent objection, and was eager to go dancing with him again.
“Please continue!” I groaned as she squeezed my cock. We were kissing a bit and I fondled her tits.
“We danced a lot. Whenever slow song was played and most of them were slow, Peter started to touch and caress me.”
“Did he touch your bottom?” I enquired.
“Oh yes, he grabbed it and squeezed it good! I can still feel it. I could also feel his hard cock pressing against me.” she said.
“Were you also aroused?” I whispered.
“Yeah, definitely,” she admitted on an almost inaudible voice.
“Peter is a good dancer and quite confident, but I guess it was his words that excited me so much that I let him touch me,” she said.
“After the dance we had one more drink and I felt myself a little dizzy. We walked a bit and I lost track of time.”
She stopped talking and leaned to kiss me. She was really on fire and went for my cock to pleasure me with her soft mouth. I enjoyed the warmth and her silky tongue playing on me.
But I had a strange feeling, something was still there in my head that wouldn’t let me rest. I realized she stopped talking too abruptly, and I remembered her tone when she mentioned my rules.
She swallowed my cock completely, but despite the wonderful feeling I could not enjoy it fully. I had to dispel my doubts, so I kept asking, “Is this all what happened?”
“Ssshh, just enjoy yourself,” she said without giving an answer.
I had to insist and kept pushing, “Do you remember my rules?” I emphasized the my.
“If anything else has happened, please tell me. That was the deal!”
Emily sighed in resignation, and I could sense her discomfort. She was silent for a while, then slowly and reluctantly begun to speak.
“Sooo, when we stopped dancing, we drank at the bar and I felt dizzy. I asked Peter to go for a walk,” she said something I already knew.
“But instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dark corner on the hallway,” she continued.
My heart jumped. “Please continue,” I said on a hoarse voice.
“I am sorry George. Peter pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He was strong. I tried to push him away, but he took my left breast through my dress, then later pulled one of my legs up to his waist and grabbed my ass,” she admitted.
I was astonished. Of course, I remembered setting my rules but couldn’t imagine my wife utilizing them already in the first hours. My little, shy, porcelain doll wife. What happened to her? Of course, I suspected, the alcohol, the music, the professional dance partner and Peters confidence washed away her willpower to resist. Now, I was on fire and couldn’t wait learning how much Emily was swallowed by her desires.
“I’m sorry George. I don’t know what’s got into me. It could have been the drinks also, but I think mainly Peter’s words that excited me very much, so I could not resis,” she said.
“But you tried to push him away. Was he violent? Did he hurt you?” I asked.
“To be honest, my dear, I was so horny that my objection couldn’t have been very convincing. You can feel my excitement if you touch me where I really want to be touched right now,” she said wickedly.
I moved my hand to her panties, which were completely wet, and then I slowly slid my hand inside and I felt her totally soaked pussy. I don’t remember ever feeling her so turned on.
“Please make love to me, please put it into me. I need you!” she begged for my cock.
But was that all? Or was there something else to be shared with me? I hesitated a bit.
“Emily,” I said on a serious and firm voice, “Please tell me everything, and don’t ruin our night with breaking our rules. I must know everything, I trust you, so please swear to me it was all.”
Emily couldn’t hide that there had been more going on and she was aware of it.
“Okay George, but please remember that I was under severe influence of alcohol, don’t be mad at me!” she apologized in advance.
“After my initial, weak attempts to push him away, I gave up and kissed him back. Peter caressed and squeezed my tits and my butt. He suggested to go in one of the rooms.”
Emily’s words generated butterflies in my stomach.
“Please continue!” I groaned.
“I objected and said no,” Emily said and I couldn’t decide if I was more relieved or disappointed.
“Go on please!”, I urged her.
Emily continued and I let her talk resisting interrupting her after every word.
“I yelled at him that I do not want to cheat on my husband. Peter was calm and asked if I had promised this to you. He whispered lots of naughty things into my ears, he complemented on my body, my style and even on my scents. He got extremely turned on and admitted that he wanted me more than any other women in the club. He asked me if I want him, too. He told in details what naughty things he would do with me. His words were magical and turned me even more. I admitted that I didn’t make a definite promise to you and my body want him too, but I don’t want to cheat on you.”
My heart rate must have reached 150, my blood drummed in my ears. I was silent and waited for the rest.
She continued.
“Peter grabbed my pussy through my dress. It was as if lightning strike through my spine. Since I did not push his hand away, he pulled up my dress and reached in my panties grabbing firmly my soaking, naked pussy.”
I was more and more amazed. My shy, pale, angel wife who wanted only dancing was just admitting her first cheating on me? She didn’t need encouragement any more, she continued.
“I couldn’t help it that my hand involuntarily began to search for his …” there was a little pause as she was looking for the right word, “man thing,” she said finally.
“So, you grabbed his cock,” I stated.
It seemed Emily reached her limits, she was really embarrassed and begged, “Let’s have sex!”
It was hard to resist as my cock almost exploded but I needed to hear all the details.
“No dear, please comply to our rules and tell me all remaining details!” I insisted.
I started to play with her clit and took one of her nipples into my mouth.
She sighed with pleasure and continued, “Peter pushed me firmly to my knees. I understood what he wanted and did not resist any more. I took his thing into my mouth.”
“What did into take in your mouth?” I asked wickedly. I had to hear it from her. I imagined her on her knees, in her little black dress which slid up to her waist, giving blowjob to the man she just met an hour ago. This was an unbelievably erotic picture.
“I took Peter’s cock into my mouth,” she said almost angrily.
“Dear. Please don’t be angry!” I tried to reassured her. “I love you honey, I’ve never been more aroused!”
She calmed a little down.
“Neither was I,” she sighed and I couldn’t decide if she was referring to the time she had knelt before Peter or now.
“Did Peter have a nice cock?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. It was magnificent,” she whispered involuntarily.
My stomach was in knots.
“Was it a big one?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely,” she said shyly.
“How much bigger than me?” I asked.
“Little bigger than you,” she answered diplomatically.
“How much bigger?” I insisted. I had to pull the words out from her.
“I didn’t have a measuring tape with me,” she said sarcastically.
“Come on baby, I don’t need a precise answer, just roughly?” I was mean I knew it but I couldn’t help myself.
“It was thicker that yours and when his large mushroom shape head filled my mouth completely, I still had both of my hands around his shaft.”
“Oh my gosh,” I thought, “this case he must be at least four inches longer than me. That means — oh God — 9-10 inches. It is huge, even longer than our favorite toy…”
“Did he come in your mouth?” I asked.
“No! But he liked my mouth very much although I could not take him completely no matter how I tried. He talked to me continuously commenting on my skills and further detailing what he wanted to do with me,” she answered, “I was so wet …” she added.
“Then he pulled me up, we kissed and he grabbed my pussy again. My legs were weak and shaky but he held me firmly by my pussy,” Emily continued.
“Did he make you cum with his hand?” I asked.
“No!” came the reply.
I was so aroused that I wanted to jump immediately on her and fuck her brain out. But something retained me.
“Was this all that happened?” I continued.
“Come on George. Don’t talk any more but fuck me!” she said so convincing that I could hardly resist.
“Was this all that happened?” I repeated.
“Almost,” she said.
“What else?” I insisted.
“Oh, he pulled me into a dark room and pushed me face the wall. Then he pulled up my dress, almost teared down my panties. Then, I screamed…” she forced the words out.
“Wait!!! What? He wanted to rape you? You said, you didn’t want to cheat on me. Is this why you screamed and why you came back alone?” I shouted.
“Ohhh, no, wait, you misunderstood!” she cried quietly.
“Then what? Why did you scream?” I asked.
“I screamed …” and Emily continued after a big silence, “I screamed that Not without condom.”
“Fuuckk” I thought, “she really remembered our rules.”
“So, you wanted him to fuck you?” I asked.
“George, please understand. Peter aroused me so much and his cock was so tempting. It was you, who insisted to come here and you set me your rules. And, and his cock was so magnificent and he was so strong and confident,” she whispered again.
I realized that kneeling before this strong guy and having his huge cock pushed into her mouth until she gagged, brought out Emily’s submissive and obedient self.
She no longer had a chance to resist Peter. I was sure that Peter had already sensed the submissiveness and obedience in her already during dancing.
“Are you mad at me?” she glanced at me with pleading eyes.
“Not at all honey. Not at all. I am, I am just a little surprised but very much aroused and I love you so much, please continue!” I begged.
“Peter took the condom from his pocket, put it on quickly and didn’t waste more time. He grabbed my hips and did it to me from behind. It was quick! We were both on the edge and came together in a few minutes,” I could feel a small sense of lack in her tone. Maybe, she wanted to enjoy his cock longer or she could still feel the lack of his it in her.
“My orgasm was quick but very intense,” she admitted.
“Then, I tidied myself up a bit and rushed back to you. And that is all. Do you still love me?” she asked.
“So, he fucked you,” I still could not believe.
Then I said, “Oh, yes my love! I love you very much! But wait …, this means, this means…that I can fulfil my dream. I always wanted to fuck an already well fucked pussy.”
“Now, you can,” she nodded and pushed her ass to me.
Chapter 3.
My dream came through. I have always fantasized about this but never thought it would ever happen.
I touched her well fucked pussy which had another man’s cock in it just half an hour ago. It felt different now that I knew what had happened. I grabbed it firmly, it was swollen, puffy, bloated and very wet. You could feel that it was used properly.
We kissed more but I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to try her pussy which had had another huge cock in it just half an hour ago. She was also turned on, so pushed my throbbing cock into her. She felt loose but very hot and wet, her pussy lacked the usual tightness and snugness. We made love for some time, and I could feel her pussy’s attempts to pull me in deeper. I was getting close and had to concentrate hard to wait for Emily. She came on top of me and set on my cock. She was enjoying our lovemaking, she looked into my eyes and I was also boring my eyes into hers. Deep down in her eyes, I detected a slight sense of lack.
“George, you know, I am the type who unfortunately can’t come more than once in an evening. So, don’t wait for me, just let it go, enjoy it.”
I knew she was right, but I could feel that she isn’t completely satisfied yet. Just an hour ago, she had an intense but brief fuck with the first guy other than me — a hung one. She was wet and aroused when we came into the room. I was sure she needs more.
“Are two cocks in one night two much for you?” I asked on a mean voice.
She was not prepared to my question and an involuntarily No slipped out from her mouth.
I tried my best and so did she, but she couldn’t reach an orgasm, although she came close to climax a few times.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and with a deep, animalistic groan, I came inside her. Her – now even more well-fucked and used – pussy has been filled with huge shots of my semen. It swallowed my cum eagerly. I was hoping that this was only what was causing her sense of lack.
“Sorry, sweetie, I had to come but I do my best with my hands and mouths to finish it for you too. Unfortunately, our toy is not with us. We should keep this in mind for next time,” I apologized.
“No need to apologize, George. I can’t cum once more” she said, “you know I am not the multi-orgasm type. But, do you think there should be a next time?”
“Please Emily, let me try to finish and if it’s up to me, there will be a next time,” I begged.
“Okay, but please give me some time to regain myself!” she asked.
I went into the bathroom, and as usual with men, I hit on a good idea while peeing. It’s true that we don’t have our toy with us, but we have an even better one around. This way, I could also test if her sense of lack is caused partially by the size.
When I returned to the room, Emily was still tired and she didn’t think she could reach a second orgasm. So, I said I was going out for a coffee but I was rather looking for Peter. I didn’t find him first, so I drank a latte macchiato. Later, I saw him in the hallway chatting with a woman. As soon as he recognized me, he excused himself and stepped to me with a huge smile.
“Did I help you to get an excited women in your bed?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “Emily told me everything,” I continued and stressed the word everything.
“Okay,” he said slowly and asked, “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not, Peter, but I need your assistance. As aroused as Emily was, she couldn’t reach another orgasm. She thinks she is not the type, but I feel she needs another satisfaction.”
Peter smiled and nodded. He understood me without more explanation.
“But,” I said, “I want to be in the room.”
“For me this is okay, but I don’t know if Emily can completely let go herself if you are present,” he answered honestly.
“I trust in your skills!” I said with a wicked smile.
“Then, let’s not waste more time!” Peter said eagerly and grabbed my arm.
We entered to the room. Emily was almost asleep. I stepped to her and whispered that I had a surprise.
“I would like to rest,” she said half asleep, maybe thinking that I bought a dildo.
When she looked up and saw Peter, her face displayed mixed feelings. Surprise, embarrassment, curiosity, desire.
“Ohhh. George, I don’t know,” she said.
“Just let him join us in the bed. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to,” I answered.
Emily sighed weakly.
Peter joined us in the bed. Emily laid in the middle facing towards him. Peter fondled her hair and gently kiss her face. Emily moaned softly and Peter started whispering to her. I couldn’t understand his words, but his talk obviously started arousing her gradually. I felt small movements of her hips and she involuntarily opened her legs a bit. Peter also recognized these soft movements and his hand gently but irresistibly moved between her legs searching for her intimate part and pushing her legs more apart. Peter’s touches were very delicate, he played really gently with her well-fucked, puffy but still helpless and vulnerable little shell. He used slow motions and was talking to her continuously. I could catch only fragments like hot, soft, hard, stretch. Her pussy trembled under the professional treatment.
The light was dim, I couldn’t see well but I felt slow body movements. Peter stopped talking and moved his mouth to Emily’s nipple. He sucked it for a while, his hands and fingers never stopped touching her, they played her pussy like an instrument.
Emily slowly grabbed Peter’s arms and pulled him on top of her body and kissed him softly. Her hips continued moving beneath Peter. Peter whispered again into her ears and Emily looked at me. She looked embarrassed and wanted to hide her level of excitement. She asked on a trembling voice, “Would you please release me from our second rule?”
I frowned and said, “That means you don’t need to talk about it later. I understand you want to focus reaching your second orgasm and not on remembering all details. Since I am here anyway, that’s fine for me. I release you from our second rule for tonight.” I gave my consent.
She looked even more embarrassed after my answer, it seemed she wanted to say something, but her desire beat her embarrassment. Her eyes displayed a thank you towards me, though. Almost immediately she reached between their bodies looking for Peter’s cock. She grabbed it and inserted the mushroom head to her slit. Peter threw me a mean smile and with a soft, but firm movement he pushed the big head into Emily’s again turned-on pussy. It slid in with a sudden pop, eliciting a deep groan from Emily.
I suddenly realized that Peter didn’t bother to put on a condom. I almost yelled at him, but before I could find my voice, it hit me that this was the real reason Emily wanted to lift the rules. Peter wanted it without condom, and so did Emily.
She dropped me a quick but thankful glance, then her eyes blurred and she whispered quietly, “It’s sooo good!”
She moaned and her eyes and movements urged Peter to push in more. Peter obeyed the unspoken words and pushed more of his cock in, inch by inch. Emily’s moans intensified with all added inches. Peter’s cock looked endless long. He already touched places in her vagina I never could or would be able to. Before working in the last two inches, he stopped a bit and gave her time to adjust to his size again. I supposed he reached her cervix and slowly pushed her womb upper in her belly. Emily needed a little time to accommodate, but she did it with great pleasure. Her cheeks reddened, her eyes got wider and a little teary. Once Peter managed in the last inches and was all the way in, they stopped again. Emily’s eyes grow even wider as if she was very surprised. They just looked into each other eyes without words. Her gaze bored into Peter’s eyes. Emily’s moans became deeper and deeper.
In the meantime, my cock came back to life, I was hard as never. This was unusual for me after I just cum some minutes ago, but their lovemaking was so sexy and erotic. I started stroking myself.
After quite a time without movements, Peter started to use his hips. His muscular ass just moved a little up, then back. Emily’s eyes rolled back. She sighed, “Oh, no! I’m so full!”
I looked into her eyes and that strange sense of lack was gone completely. Or did I just imagine it?
Peter’s movements were very small but steady and got faster and faster. Emily pushed back. They found a rhythm and Peter started to use more and more of his length. After five minutes their coupling became more intense and somewhat hasty. I masturbated myself with all the speed I could master. Emily tried hard to keep her voice down, I could feel this. Despite her efforts, Emily’s cries got louder and louder and they climaxed simultaneously.
The whole action didn’t take more than fifteen minutes. I realized that I couldn’t bring her to orgasm in half an hour however I tried but Peter was successful in half the time.
I leaned to her and whispered, “So, a big cock could take you to your second orgasm of the night in fifteen minutes.”
She blushed, sighed and nodded. I should have whispered too loud because Peter began laughing.
“It wasn’t fifteen minutes. In fact, she’d cum first already when I entered her completely,” he stated.
“Do you remember her looking into my eyes silently for some time? Her pussy just trembled and begun squeezing and milking my cock as she came on it. This was unbelievable, your wife is a wonderful woman, you are a very lucky guy, George,” he continued.
I looked at Emily with questioning eyes.
She nodded almost unnoticeably and shyly added, “George, I was so full and stretched, his naked cock was so hot and made wonders in me.”
“So, you came two times in that fifteen minutes. That’s three tonight,” I counted.
I turned to Peter and said meaningfully, “Thank you Peter for your help! Now, we would like to sleep.” I meant politely he should leave.
But Peter had other idea and asked if he could also stay for sleeping a bit with us. I wasn’t happy as I wanted to be alone with Emily, but I didn’t want to be rude, so shrugged my shoulders and agreed, “Why not.”
We got comfortably in bed, with Emily in the middle. The bed was huge, so we all had enough space. Emily knew I was a very deep sleeper, so she promised to wake me up later.
Chapter 4
Due to recent events or due to the coffee I had, this night was different. I could barely sleep, and slightest noise woke me up. I had been asleep around 30 minutes when I was awakened by soft voices. I slowly glanced back and saw Emily cuddling up to Peter, who had his arms around her.
Did she move to him or did he pull her close? I didn’t know.
Peter talked to Emily on a low voice, “Emily, you are a great fuck,” he said bluntly.
I was expecting a negative reply, but to my astonishment Emily answered with a simple but meaningful “Thank you!”
I kept pretending to be asleep. I was facing to the wall and didn’t dare to look too much at them, so I couldn’t see what they were doing. I heard some movements under the blanket. Emily said, “Don’t!” her voice lacked conviction though. I heard some more movements, but couldn’t guess what was happening.
“You want me again,” Peter said.
“Don’t!” came the same reply from Emily.
“You are wet again,” stated Peter, removing the question where his hands were.
“You ever had a big one like this before?” he asked and pulled my wife’s hand to his cock.
“No, never,” admitted Emily with a sigh. “Not even close,” she added. I was a bit offended because I knew that she compares him to me in her head.
“This is the first time my pussy was stretched this much,” she completed her answer.
“You want to fuck with me again,” Peter stated.
“Please Peter, don’t!” she said.
After a bit of pause, Peter resumed talking.
“Emily, your orgasms tonight were far from what a woman can get from a real man.”
Her body trembled and she whispered, “What do you mean? I’ve never had such good ones ever in my life.” I listened her words with a bit of bad feeling.
“Here is what I mean. We had two quick fucks today but you couldn’t give yourself to me completely. First time we were in a hurry, second time your husband’s stare made you tense. I know you want me again and I can bring you to a level of satisfaction you can’t even imagine,” Peter said on his mesmerizing voice. He even didn’t count my session with her.
“I am fully satisfied,” Emily said, but I could sense the excitement in her voice.
Peter was a professional womanizer.
There was more movement beneath the blanket.
“Your cunt is wanton!” Peter said on a dirty and commanding voice, “and your nipples almost stab my hand.” I could see the image in my mind of Peter holding one of her breasts tightly, maybe pinching her nipple, while he grabbed her snatch.
“Let’s fuck!” he continued.
“No! Peter, please, I don’t want George to think I’m a slut,” Emily pleaded.
“George is in sound sleep. Don’t worry about him and anyway you are exempt from the rules today, so you don’t have to say anything to him later.”
He was right.
“More importantly, you are not a slut!” he said.
“That statement is not accurate enough,” he continued, “You are a big-cock-slut!” he laughed. “That is the correct statement. So, shut up and let’s fuck!”
Peter stroked her clit furiously. Her pussy, used already three times today, began to throb again, she was unable to hide her further growing arousal.
I couldn’t believe it. My wife, who had never been able to cum more than once in one night, was obviously ready for her fourth round of mating.
“You want my long cock again, don’t you?” asked Peter.
“Suck my nipples!” Emily answered and continued, “We can’t fuck, George is asleep, I don’t want to wake him up.” With that she outspokenly admitted that she wanted Peter’s cock again.
“He let us do it already,” Peter whispered.
“Anyway, I’m very sensitive down there, let’s go to just sleep!” she begged without conviction.
There was silence for a while, Peter slowed down but didn’t stop her teasing. Very quietly he continued to whisper. I could no longer make out his words.
After five minutes or so, Emily’s moans intensified, then she suddenly said, “Let’s find another room!”
My heart jumped.
Peter agreed immediately and they silently sneaked out. I didn’t dare move a muscle before I heard them leave. I waited a moment, and abruptly I heard the door of the next room close. I was lucky, the neighboring room was empty and that’s where they went in.
Now, I was wide awake. I tried to listen to the voices, but the wall insulated the sounds well. I was all ears but couldn’t really hear anything, then I realized something. There was a small sliding window between the rooms. You could lock it from both sides. I figured it was installed for voyeur couples. I was lucky, the window wasn’t locked. I turned off all the lights in my room and very softly pulled the sliding door open. There was dim light in the other room. The bed was close to the window, I could almost touch it if I wanted to. I could see Emily and Peter sitting on the edge of the bed. They didn’t notice me, they were too busy kissing.
They kissed softly for a while, when Emily said, “My pussy is very sensitive. I can’t take any more tonight. Let me satisfy you with my mouth, please!”
I think she still felt some guilt towards me.
“I know you want my cock, but all right,” Peter said and pushed her to her knees.
He sat on the bed as Emily knelt down and took his tool into her warm mouth. Peter fondled her hair and later cupped her hanging tits. She wanted to give him her best and worked his cock like a pro. After licking the huge head, she gripped it in her palm and squeezed it while licking up and down the shaft. She didn’t miss the testicles either. She sucked on those too. Then she wanted to take as much of the cock in her mouth as was physically possible. She managed to take the half of it at first, but she tried hard and succeeded to take another inch or two. Then she gagged and needed some fresh air. She resumed trying, and her efforts were rewarded when more of his length disappeared into her mouth. A slight bulge formed in her throat as she swallowed and forced down the mushroom cock head. Peter groaned loudly from the treatment, “Aaaaahrrrg. That’s it baby. You deserve to get it this deep in your cunt as well.”
I watched them, but I still couldn’t believe my eyes. My shy, little, innocent, angel-faced porcelain doll of a wife was kneeling naked in front of this Casanova, working his enormous cock as a whore. She was with pleasing as much as possible. I wondered, if it was just Peter’s big cock that did it, or his speeches, his personality, or all of these together. What next, I wondered.
Peter grabbed her head firmly and helped her push it in even further, almost all the way in. His previous words must have hit all the right buttons in her mind, because I could see her ass moving in small circular motion as if she were fucking a huge dick.
Peter took his cock out with an audible pop and she gasped for air. Peter took Emily’s light body in his strong hands and laid her on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
Without answering, Peter moved over her and thrust his throbbing dick deep inside her. He didn’t give a damn about Emily’s pleas.
Emily moaned and sighed but continued to beg, “No, Peter, I’ve had enough, I’m too sensitive.”
Peter didn’t stop but begun to whisper into Emily’s ears. He complimented on Emily’s pussy saying that he never fucked anything like hers. He called it first class and that he finally wanted to fuck it properly. Emily sniffled, and tried one last feeble attempt to stop him.
“Please Peter, I’m too sensitive,” she continued to plead weakly.
I was so angry with him that I almost shouted through the window for him to stop. Wasn’t it enough for him that she sucked his dick, wasn’t it enough for him that he had already fucked Emily twice, why was he so aggressive?
But before I could yell, Peter suddenly stopped moving, and just kept the head of his dick in, and said in a serious voice, “All right, Emily. If you really want it, I’ll take it out and you can go back to your husband. If that’s what you really want, then so be it and go. Or do you want me to fuck you properly?”
Emily’s pussy milked and sucked in Peter’s cockhead, her belly visibly waving. She involuntarily rolled her head to the right and left as if agonizing over what to answer, but eventually her gesture turned into an almost imperceptible nod.
Peter needed no more encouragement and pushed his dick back in deep. Emily acknowledged with a loud and satisfied groan that Peter had understood her signal.
“Yes! I’m so, so full and stretched. Give it to me!” she pleaded.
She seemed to leave all her doubts and inhibitions behind with that little nod.
Peter moved in an out a few more times, then he stopped. He took out his dick and knelt down.
“What are you doing?” Emily cried. “Put it back inside me!” she commanded, but Peter had other ideas.
“You pussy is full with our sperm,” he declared.
“I’ll clean you up as much as I can, because I prefer a clean cunt,” he added and Emily blushed.
He roughly spread her legs and served himself the poor little quivering twat. He licked her from her asshole to her clit. He sucked her clit, sending electric jolts up her spine. Then he pulled her pussy wide apart and begun to suck what he could out from her. Emily was shocked by the strange sensation. She found it a little disgusting what Peter was doing to her snatch, but on the other hand, his actions were raising her arousal level to unimaginable heights. She shivered, her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy quivered and made obscene noises. She utterly surrendered to Peter. She tried to push her pussy out, helping him to get everything out from her.
Peter kept sucking and managed to get out the mixed semen portion by portion. He wasn’t squeamish. He even used his long fingers to remove the cum from her innermost parts. Her pushing helped, he reached with his long fingers her cervix and rubbed it well.
Emily was now on fire. She was a bitch in heat. I could never have imagined this. She just kept talking.
“You’re a dirty bastard. You’re killing my cunt. Suck it, suck it. Aaahhhh!”
“Suck my clit!” she pulled his head to her hot spot. Peter kept sucking it while working his three fingers magically in her stretched vagina.
Her sweating cunt gasped for air with audible, obscene sounds.
“Ooooooo, fuck me!!! Fuck me, you bastard! ” she yelled very loudly.
Finally, Peter obeyed. He stood up and pushed Emily’s leg back up to her ears. With one strong thrust, he drove his entire cock in her tunnel.
Emily cried, “This is it, this is what I need. Give it to me.”
Peter begun to fuck her mercilessly.
“Aaahgrrr, I am so full, so much stretched out. I love this feeling. I love the way your cock is rearranging my pussy. I love the way it hits deep inside me.”
Peter grabbed her ass very hard and fucked her at fast speed. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth was drooling. There was already a puddle on her pillow. After a while Peter slowed down and started playing with her breasts and nipples very roughly.
She screamed in pleasure and agony. Peter sucked her nipples ruthlessly. He was cruel to her small and pale mounds. They were quickly turning red. He bit them, sucking hickeys on them. He squeezed them, kneaded them hard, even gave them a few moderate slaps, and then sucked almost her whole breast into his mouth.
“You are killing them!” cried Emily, her voice tinged with pleasure mixed with pain.
Then he stood up and put Emily’s hands on her own tits. She pressed them together for Peter, who fucked them hard. I could see Emily’s nipples were very red and double their normal size. They were stiff and looked angry. I saw them throbbing and pulsating.
Peter moved up further and pressed his ass to Emily’s mouth. She licked it eagerly while stroking his very hard rod wildly. Peter reached back with his hand and pinched, pulled and tweaked her nipples.
Emily moved her hips up and down violently, signalling her irresistible hunger to be filled again.
Peter left her tortured bosom and pulled her doggy-style. My wife swayed her ass like a bitch. Her hand sought his cock.
Peter slapped her ass cheeks hard, which further intensified her lust. Her bottom was flushed red. My pale little wife looked as if her skin had come to life. There was nothing pale about her anymore.
She begged him, “Please fuck me, FUCK ME!”
Peter took his big mean dick and plunged it into her from behind.
A loud “Yeeeeeessss” indicated that this was all she was waiting for.
“Now fuck me good! Stretch me to the limit!” she pleaded.
He fucked her fast and hard with his full length. He even pushed his finger into her butthole, adding even more to her pleasure.
He fucked her, slapped her ass and squeezed her tits. Her ass was up in the air, her head on the bed. More salvia dripped from her mouth.
She was in heaven. She’d never been fucked like this before, animalistic, merciless.
But that’s exactly what she craved right now.
Her grunts and screams grew louder and louder. With incredible moans and howls, she begun to cum. Her cunt milked his cock hard while he fucked it with slapping and splashing sounds.
“Give me more!” she screamed. Her orgasm lasted for minutes. I was so turned on that I masturbated vigorously and came at the same time with my wife. I almost shoot it through the window, but managed to aim for my palm at the last moment.
When she’d had enough and calmed down a bit, Peter announced that he hadn’t cum yet, but he didn’t want to spoil what he had cleaned out well. He put his cock in her mouth and filled it with plenty of semen. She drank it greedily without thinking.
She’d passed out completely, but Peter gently took her in his strong arms and quietly carried her back into our room and laid her carefully on the bed.
I was quick to close the window before they arrived and pretended to be asleep. The smell of my fresh semen spread in the air, but after their incredible sex session, I was sure they wouldn’t notice.
To my surprise, Peter also settled softly in our bed and fell asleep. I looked at my watch, it was two in the morning, and then I too drifted off to sleep.
Around four o’clock in the morning, I was woken up again by soft voices.
Peter whispered that he had to leave.
Then I hear Emily’s voice.
“Peter wait, I want to thank you! You were right, thanks for convincing me, it was an incredible orgasm. I never imagined such existed,” she sighed.
Peter nodded and said again, “I have to go.”
“Please, just stay a little longer!” Emily begged.
What more could she want, I wondered, so I kept pretending to sleep.
“Okay, but I have to leave in half an hour at the latest,” Peter replied.
I heard movement, this time I was lying facing them, so I could peek a little.
Emily glanced at me to check if I was still asleep. I shivered, but she didn’t notice I was awake. Then Emily went down on Peter and took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it softly and then harder. It didn’t take much for Peter to get hard again. He also wondered about Emily.
Emily said, “I don’t know what happened to me, but my pussy got out of control.”
She sat on his cock and engulfed the entire length of it at once, this time without effort. It seemed, Peter’s cock made a number on her pussy, she was certainly still well distended down there.
As soon as Peter’s dick reached her deepest point, she shuffled then squirmed and writhed, her pupils widened, and she whispered, “I’ve always needed this.”
She just sat there, swaying quietly, making tiny, almost unnoticeable circular movements with her hips. She moaned softly, “Yes, yes, oh god.” She looked deep in Peter’s eyes, her pussy convulsed and begun to milk him. She climaxed long, for the fifths time tonight. Peter deposited his remaining seeds deep inside her.
“I needed this last one before you go,” she said and kissed Peter.
Peter smiled and stood up, but before he left he gave something to Emily, “This is my nickname at the club, if you want to know when I’ll be here.”
My wife took the small piece of paper and hid it in her purse.
Half an hour later Emily woke me up and suggested we go. I looked deeply into her eyes and saw complete satisfaction in them. Her face was glowing.
Soon, we were on our way home. Sitting quietly in the car, I wondered what changes this one night would bring to our lives.