Roxie lay on her bed, eyes closed as she hadn’t long awoken, but listening to the sounds around her, the early morning birds in the trees in the garden, and her husband singing to himself in the shower.
Alan was forty-six years old, twenty years Roxie’s senior. Roxie had known as soon as she’d seen him back then that she had to have him, and now they had been married for five years.
Roxie, full name Roxanne (her father had named her after the song of the same name by The Police) and although not a prostitute herself, she had lived up to her namesake by flirting and seducing Alan into bed. She’d always been a flirty character while at college, her petite but busty figure turning eyes which she openly used to her advantage. Coupled with her shoulder-length jet black hair she wore swept across her brow, and her fondness for jet black eyeliner and eyeshadow to highlight her ice blue eyes, despite being just 5′ 1″ tall her 32C 24 34 figure enticed men, and women, into the point she could use it to gain favours.
It led to a few sexual encounters but Roxie wasn’t interested in anything serious, not until she’d met Alan that was. After completing her college course she applied for a secretarial role at the company Alan had founded and ran himself. He was a tall distinguished-looking man, with perma-tanned skin and slicked-back dark hair with silver highlights showing through, he’d taken some persuading. It took Roxie a couple of months of short skirts and stockings wearing, bending and squatting while filing knowing he would be watching, to finally get him to buy her dinner. That night, after four hours of glorious sex, and orgasm after orgasm, she knew he’d been worth chasing. The fact that he was quite rich and had an 8″ erection swayed her further.
Alan himself had never married, he’d devoted his time to building the company up. The fact that this ridiculously pretty twenty-year-old found him attractive at his age, to the point where she couldn’t have made it any more obvious if she’d come to work naked, secretly thrilled him. When he’d finally succumbed, she had proven to be a worthy dinner date, the conversation flowing along as he noticed the various waiters eyeing her up, probably wondering why she was out with her dad.
Three weeks after their first date and sex session, Alan had asked her to move in with him. Six months later they married in Bali. They were very happy together, but Roxie’s only little niggle was their lovemaking. When they’d first married it was like the first time and always for a good few hours, and most days. Now it was once a week if Roxie was lucky and Alan wasn’t too tired from working. Alan spent a lot of time at work, outside of normal working hours too, and it left Roxie home alone quite a lot.
One evening, when they’d been married for around two years, Alan had finally dragged himself away from work and got home. Opening the door he called out to no answer. He looked at the clock, being 10.30 pm he wondered if Roxie was out with friends. She spent a lot of time with Sarah from across the road, who lived with her husband Dave. He’d met Sarah a few times and she was very pleasant, and a good friend for Roxie, and he knew they confided in each other.
He heard a noise from upstairs, a soft moan, and started to walk upstairs slowly. Hearing the stairs creak he paused, but the moaning continued. He listened intently, to see if he could hear voices. Alan had always had a nagging thought deep in his mind due to the age gap, that he kept trying to stop himself from thinking. Getting to the bedroom door, he pushed it open a little.
Phew, the nagging thought could be subdued again. Roxie was on her own, thankfully, but lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her feet planted on the mirrored doors of their wardrobes, several pillows under her head so she could watch herself masturbate. She held something in her hand, plunging it into her squelching pussy, and Alan watched silently until Roxie came. When she relaxed, she placed the item, a candle with a condom over it, on the edge of the bed. She gasped and turned as she heard the floor creak as Alan walked in.
“Sorry I’m late home,” Alan simply said.
“Erm, okay, I erm…” Roxie replied, not knowing what to say.
“It’s fine,” Alan told her, sensing her nervousness, “I know you want sex a lot more than I do.”
“Oh, this doesn’t bother you then?” Roxie asked sheepishly.
“I’d rather this that you be sleeping around behind my back,” he said, then picked up the candle, “but I think we need to shop for something better to use than this,” he laughed.
A couple of days later Alan opened an online account and they browsed items together. The very first item was an 8″ realistic-looking dildo, Roxie picked that as it very much resembled Alans. Over the next couple of years, with Alan having saved his payment details for Roxie to shop without him, they’d built up quite the array of toys and lingerie, normally that Roxie had ordered to surprise him. Roxie had come to realise that Alan coming home to her wearing new lingerie and finding her using a new dildo was normally enough to coax an erection out of him, although she still had one tiny regret.
Despite using butt plugs more regularly, and keeping them in while they fucked, Roxie couldn’t persuade Alan to do anal. At college she’d had one particular boyfriend she’d fucked more regularly than most others, He was hot, and she knew a lot of the girls wanted him. Roxie had approached him one day and asked if he wanted to fuck. He’d replied, laughing, saying only if she did anal. He stopped laughing when she said yes, grabbed his hand and dragged him to a secluded corner away from prying eyes. She’d never done anal before and he’d hurt her the first time, but she went back for more, getting more used to it each time.
Alan watched her use dildos on herself more frequently, and even now Roxie fucked her arse for him, but Alan wouldn’t do so. She become accustomed to having regular sex with Alan, and using her dildos to see to her anal needs, still hoping she could persuade him some time.
Coming out of the shower, Alan smiled at her lying, the covers half off her as he gazed at her one exposed breast and slender leg. He pulled clothes from his wardrobe, reminding Roxie he would be late at work tonight, he had a phone meeting with an overseas client planned. She groaned and asked if he must, Alan turned to see her with the covers now fully off and her legs hitched up at the knees, showing herself to him.
“Sorry, it’s important, it could be a very lucrative deal,” he told her.
He bent to tie his shoelaces, and getting up he tossed something onto the bed.
“It looks like that will be getting a good use then, I’ll try not to be too late,” Alan said, pointing to the dildo he’d thrown.
He left the house, hearing familiar moans from the bedroom as he shut the front door behind him, chuckling to himself at his insatiable wife.
Once finished and showered, Roxie sent Sarah a quick message having a bit of a moan about him being at work late again. Sarah replied telling her she could come around later for something to eat and a few glasses of wine, as Dave would be out with friends too. Roxie readily agreed, telling her she’d bring a bottle herself too. Sarah replied telling her she’d be home from work at around 5 pm and Dave was going straight out from work so anytime after then was fine.
Roxie spent the afternoon wondering what to wear. While she’d only had a couple of minor lesbian flings while at college, Sarah intrigued her. She was almost the opposite of Roxie, standing 5′ 10″ tall, with long blonde hair and being a very curvy 36D. While Roxie knew she got a lot of attention for how she looked, she’d seen the admiring glances Sarah had been getting while they’d been out shopping. While not as flirty as Roxie, Sarah did like to wear tops a little too tight to show off her ample bosom.
Roxie decided on some lycra trousers she normally wore around the house, and an old t-shirt that was tight and a little too short on her, definitely not an outfit she would have worn out. Throwing on some trainers, she went the short distance down the street to Sarah’s.
“Hey, you look great,” Sarah told her when opening the door.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, these are just house clothes I’ve thrown on,” Roxie replied.
“You’d look fucking sexy in a black bin bag,” Sarah laughed, taking a sip from her glass and finishing it off.
She poured Roxie a large glass and told her she’d need to catch up, she was already a glass behind.
“I’ve done a spag bol,” Sarah told her, knowing it was one of Roxie’s favourite dishes, “and have the perfect film ready to watch while we put our men to rights,” she laughed.
Roxie walked into the living room to see Magic Mike ready to play. She laughed seeing the screen, knowing from a previous conversation that it was Sarah’s go-to masturbation film that wasn’t porn. She settled down on the sofa and shortly Sarah bought a plate of food on a tray into her, putting another two bottles of wine on the coffee table.
They ate while watching the film, finishing another glass of wine each, before Sarah paused the film to load the dishwasher.
“So, what’s wrong now then?” she asked Roxie upon her return.
“I’m just venting, Alan just seems to spend so much time at work he barely has time for me these days,” Roxie replied.
“No sex then? He is getting old now though,” Sarah laughed.
“Yeah, we still do, just not enough and not what I want,” Roxie answered.
Sarah looked at her puzzled, then held her hands out to tell her friend she couldn’t leave it there.
“I like anal, but Alan doesn’t,” Roxie explained.
Sarah took a large gulp from her glass and refilled it again.
“Dave likes anal too, I’m not so keen,” she blurted out.
“You do anal then?” Roxie asked, not knowing this about her close friend.
“Yes and no. I will do so now and again, but I find it hurts and feel uncomfortable doing it. Dave knows it’s a special treat if I let him, but he knows I don’t enjoy it so he’s stopped trying now,” Sarah told her.
“Alan won’t even try, he hates the idea, it doesn’t matter how much I plead or tell him it’s fine, he won’t do so. We still have sex now and again, but it would be nice to mix it up now and again,” Roxie told her. “Have you tried using toys on yourself to get yourself used to it?”
“Tried, but failed. I get the tip in and then force myself to stop,” Sarah answered.
They carried on drinking and watching the film until four empty bottles were on the table when Dave came back. He laughed at Sarah slurring her words, smiled at her then told them he was going to shower.
“I should let Dave fuck your arse,” Sarah giggled as he walked out of the room, “I see the way he looks at you.”
Dave was a tall guy, 6′ 4″ with a big bushy beard. He came across as mean and moody, but Sarah had told her before that he was a quiet sensitive guy, it took him a while to get used to people before he’d open up around them. Sarah had found herself wondering what he was like deep down.
She saw Sarah now half asleep on her sofa, the consumed wine now taking its toll. Hearing the shower turn off, she nudged Sarah and told her she needed the toilet. Sarah groaned and closed her eyes. Roxie walked softly upstairs, walking across the landing to the toilet. coming back out she saw the bedroom door half open. She walked slowly towards it, hearing noises. Poking her head slightly around the door she had to bite her finger to keep quiet.
Dave was lying on the bed, back towards the door, stroking his erection. It was around as long as Alans at about 8″, but much fatter, Dave using two hands to masturbate. Now Roxie understood why Sarah felt uncomfortable, having that fat cock sliding into her almost virgin arse would have hurt. Roxie felt her stomach flutter as she watched, then heard him whispering.
“Oh yes Dave, fuck my arse. No Sarah doesn’t mind, it was her idea. Oh, fuck me, Dave.”
He’d quite obviously heard Sarah’s comment downstairs before he left the room, and by the looks of it, he was imagining doing so. Staring as he wanked his fat cock, Roxie started to imagine she was sitting on him right now. Her hand wandered into her lycra trousers, and then her mind snapped back to reality as she heard Sarah open the door and call up to her.
She went back down, thanked Sarah for a lovely evening and made her way home. By the time Alan arrived home, the wine had taken its toll on Roxie and she was fast asleep. Waking the next day she found Alan had left her note before going to work, hoping she was okay as she had been tossing and turning all night. Roxie turned over, her thigh touching against the damp bed sheets, her knickers also damp. An image of Dave’s cock sprang into her mind, as she realised why she’d been fidgeting through the night.
She opened her bedside drawer, pulling various dildos out. Most were around 8″ long, but not too thick. She selected one and started stroking it, but it wasn’t right. Her head was playing through scenarios with Dave in them, but the dildo wasn’t a realistic replacement for him. Quickly she ran downstairs and fired up the laptop.
Surveying the site shouldn’t be an issue, she’d bought several items off there, which she knew Alan would get a notification for buying, but he never queried any of them. Flicking between products she suddenly stopped and gasped. Perfect. 8.5″ long, 8.5″ circumference, realistic looking with over-pronounced veins and a set of balls by the suction cup base. Quickly she checked the price. Oooh good, it wasn’t much dearer than her normal purchases, not that Alan couldn’t afford it but it would avoid any possible awkward conversations. Delivery would be in two days, and Roxie could barely await her brand-new purchase.
She made some toast and while eating it wondered if she was doing right. She was buying a dildo to simulate fucking another man, her friend’s husband at that. She pondered her decision for a while but then told herself that it was just a dildo, it wasn’t like Sarah had meant what she’d said anyway. Wearing just tight shorts and a vest top, Roxie heard the doorbell ring and went to answer it without a second thought. She opened the door to Sarah smiling broadly.
“Were you expecting someone else you dirty girl?” she laughed, pushing past Roxie and walking into her house.
Roxie looked down to where Sarah had been staring and saw her nipples were poking through the fabric with no bra in the way, not only that but in her rush to get onto the laptop she hadn’t put on any knickers and her tight shorts were pulled right up, showing off her cameltoe.
“Dave said no, by the way, I’ve tried my best to convince him, even telling him I could watch if it helped,” Sarah frowned.
“No to what?” Roxie asked.
“Fucking your arse silly,” Sarah giggled.
“Jesus Sarah I thought you were drunk and joking. Have you really told Dave?” Roxie responded.
“Don’t start being all coy now, I saw you pop upstairs when you heard the shower finish,” Sarah laughed, “Dave admitted he’d had a wank thinking about you.”
“Go back a bit, what do you mean you told him you’d watch?” Roxie asked.
“Well, I was hoping that would persuade him, with me being there, but I got turned on thinking about watching him fuck you,” Sarah purred.
“Well he’s said no, and you’re assuming I’d cheat on Alan anyway,” Roxie told her.
“You’ve seen Dave’s cock, I know you want to try it,” Sarah giggled.
Roxie laughed, and shrugging pulled the laptop to her. She found the page and turned the screen to face Sarah.
“Told you!” Sarah laughed, “You’ve bought a replica dildo the same size as him already!”
“I didn’t think you were serious but yes, I have thought about his cock inside me,” Roxie said.
The thought now intrigued her. She’d bought a dildo to simulate fucking Dave, and her friend was offering her the real thing. Her mind whirred, the cogs turning. She could do so, it would be a one-off she told herself. Like my college days, no strings, just a casual hookup that Alan didn’t need to know about.
“You’re thinking about it aren’t you?” Sarah giggled.
“No, I’m married,” Roxie said, trying to sound convincing.
“Oh well, that’s a pity, I was hoping you’d be up for it,” Sarah sighed.
“Well Dave said no anyway so that’s the end of it,” Roxie answered.
“Anyway, I only popped around before heading to work, to see if it was worth working on Dave a little,” Sarah told her.
Roxie quickly had an idea, and as Sarah left they arranged another drinks evening, Sarah telling her that Dave would be out again on Friday if she wanted. Roxie pecked her on the cheek and told her she was looking forward to it being just the two of them, and gave her a cheeky wink. Sarah smiled broadly and giggled.
Roxie spent most of the afternoon watching out of the window to see if Dave’s car was back. Finally seeing it, she looked at the clock. Sarah wouldn’t be back for another twenty minutes, just enough time for her.
Roxie still wore the same outfit as earlier, and leaving the house and walking and crossing the road to Sarah and Dave’s house, several cars honked their horns as they drove past. Roxie smiled to herself, a warm glow inside. She loved the attention, and the admiration of her onlookers, and hoped Dave’s reaction would be much the same. She rang the doorbell and waited. Dave answered the door shortly after Roxie heard him shout out that he wouldn’t be long. He answered the door in jeans and no top.
“Oh, hello, Sarah isn’t in,” he said, looking bemused to see Roxie standing there.
Despite his bemusement, Roxie noticed his eyes go straight to her chest, to her pert tits and erect nipples that Roxie had just finished tweaking as he answered.
“Yes I know, I can’t find my charger cable and think I may have left it here?” Roxie told him.
“Well, I was just getting changed, Sarah will be home soon,” he answered.
“But my phone just died so I need it straight away,” Roxie told him, looking at him pleadingly.
Roxie pushed past him, brushing her hip against him as she did so, her hand caressing lightly over his chest as she did so. She walked into the living room.
“It’s probably in here somewhere,” Roxie said.
“Well, our chargers are in the sockets so it’s not in the plugs,” Dave answered.
“You carry on getting changed, I’ll take a look around,” Roxie told him.
Dave looked her up and down, then wandered off out of the room. Roxie quickly looked around and then found the right spot. Dave’s phone was on the table, and she quickly repeated his number to herself. It wouldn’t be that hard to remember. As she heard Dave coming back downstairs she unfolded the charger cable she’d had in her hand and dropped it behind a cushion, bending over the arm of the sofa knowing her arse would be in full view of the doorway. Part of her wished she’d pushed herself and slid in a butt plug so that it showed through the tight material.
“Oh, here it is,” she said, holding it up without looking back, it must have dropped out of my pocket as I didn’t use it,” she said, turning and catching Dave staring at her arse.
“See you Friday?” Roxie asked as she was leaving,” Oh no, you’re out aren’t you? I’ll just have to get drunk with Sarah then, just the two of us,” she giggled.
Walking back home she kept repeating Dave’s number to herself, adding it to her phone when she got back. Five minutes later the doorbell rang. Going to answer it, she saw a delivery driver standing holding a box.
“That for me is it,” he grinned broadly.
Roxie looked down and saw her nipples poking out, and a damp patch on her gusset where she’d been replaying Dave’s reaction.
“You should be so lucky,” Roxie laughed.
She took the box and thanked him, then shut the door and went to the sofa. Opening the box up she gasped. It was the dildo she’d ordered, she’d forgotten it was being delivered today. Just a few minutes later she had stripped and was in the shower, the fat dildo slowly stretching her arse as she pictured Dave behind her.
Roxie towel-dried herself and walked back to her bedroom, pleased with herself that despite a little bit of early resistance, she managed to take most of the dildo. She’d used it in different positions, and at different angles, and thinking about it made her pussy tingle again. She glanced down at her phone. She had two days until Friday, time to play.
She took the dildo and started working her mouth on it, licking and covering the shaft until it glistened. While she did this she fingered herself, getting them wet with her pussy juices and fingering her arsehole. Just to make sure, she added some lube to the end of the dildo and then surveyed her room. She had to find somewhere with no tell-tale signs, although Dave hadn’t been in her bedroom before.
She stuck the dildo to her mirrored wardrobe door, and turning her back placed one hand on the edge of the bed for leverage, and held the dildo in place. She sunk back slowly, then used both hands to push back onto it. Turning and looking over her shoulder, only about one inch was still in view. Perfect.
Roxie picked up her phone and put it onto camera mode, then aimed at the mirror image of her stuffed arsehole in the wardrobe door. She clicked off a couple of pictures, then moved her legs a little and took some more. She checked the finished pictures. They were great, with no hidden reflection of anything in the room, and no distinguishing features. It could have been any arse at all.
Finding Dave’s number, she sent him one of the images with an X attached. She looked at the clock, intrigued as to how quickly he’d respond now she knew Sarah would be home. It didn’t take long.
“I think you’ve sent this to the wrong number,” he’d written, not having Roxie’s number saved.
“No I haven’t D,” Roxie replied.
“I’m married,” came the swift reply.
“I know. Have you shown S?” Roxie sent.
There was no reply for a while, Roxie had dressed and was eating when her phone pinged again.
“What do you want?” the message read.
“Did you like it?” Roxie quickly typed.
“Yes, you have a great peachy ass, but I’m still married,” the response was.
“So, you didn’t imagine that was your cock instead of the dildo?” Roxie wrote.
“Hard to imagine when you don’t know who it is,” Dave replied.
“Maybe you’ll find out someday if you can get past being married,” Roxie wrote.
“S doesn’t need to know if I get to fuck that arse,” he replied.
Roxie laughed to herself. She’d got him hooked, now she just had to reel him in. She left him lingering for a while, despite a couple of messages asking who it was. An hour later, she went upstairs and searched through her bedside drawer, and found what she was after. Her hand held a large metal butt plug, wide with a jewelled end. She covered it in lube and inserted it, then took pictures of it gleaming in the mirrored wardrobe door while inserted in her arse. She found the right picture, and sent it to Dave with the caption ‘Good night sweet dreams’.
Thursday seemed to last forever, not helped by Dave sending her several messages with various names on them, all wrong guesses. Who were these girls? Were they previous conquests? Or did Quiet Dave actually have another side to him where he fucked other women behind Sarah’s back? He’d been quick to try to take up Roxie’s offer of anal sex after all.
Friday seemed to drag on for as long as Thursday had done. Sarah had sent her a message to come around at the same time as last time, Dave would be out straight from work again. She’d also told Roxie to wear something nice as she planned for them to go out to a club hopefully. Roxie groaned at reading this, she was hoping, like last time, that Dave would arrive home to them both tipsy and flirty.
She showered mid-afternoon and inserted the butt plug, something she had pre-planned. She walked back to her bedroom, feeling the plug as she moved. Picking out her clothing, she decided to go braless but wore a thong, just wide enough to cover the butt plug. She’d selected a loose dress that tied around the waist, that accentuated her pert breasts as it pushed upwards the tighter she wore it. Roxie had decided against wearing tights or stockings, bare legs would look better with the dress, but she couldn’t resist the urge to wear stockings and found some black holdup ones. By 5.30 pm she was ringing the doorbell at Sarah’s house.
“Wow you look super hot,” Sarah said, leaning to hug Roxie who felt a hand brush against her breast as her friends did so.
“You pretty damn good yourself,” Roxie smiled.
Sarah led her into the living room and poured her a large glass of wine. Several bottles of various other drinks were on the coffee table, as well as shot glasses. Sarah asked her to pick a number from one to seven, and when Roxie picked she poured a shot of the corresponding drink and poured it into her wine.
“Drink up,” she giggled.
Roxie took a large gulp and then pulled a face.
“Tequila,” she blurted out, feeling the taste mixed into her wine.
Sarah laughed, then drank her entire glass of wine in one big gulp.
“Remember last time, you fell asleep,” Roxie laughed.
An hour later and Sarah was gyrating and dancing, the music turned up loudly. She sang along to the tune, then slumped down onto the sofa she’d been sitting on. She looked over at Roxie, sitting on the other sofa. Suddenly she sprang up and walked quickly to the door to the stairs.
“Back in a minute,” she said, “I want to show you what I’ve bought for Dave,” Sarah giggled.
Roxie looked on as she swayed out of the room. She looked through the CDs spread over the floor, then heard a noise behind her as the door opened. She turned to look, smiled, and then wolf-whistled.
Sarah stood in the doorway, leaning seductively. She’d changed into a white lace babydoll set, her large fully erect nipples poking through the peek-a-boo bra. Underneath, and visible through the sheer material, she wore a white lace thong.
“Do you think he’ll like it?” Sarah whispered.
“If he doesn’t fuck you over and over and over then there are grounds for divorce,” Roxie laughed.
She gulped her drink and then looked back at her friend.
“Things don’t need a helping hand do they?” she asked Sarah.
“Not really, I just wanted to try something different. We don’t usually do lingerie or dress-up, and I think me not doing anal is making our sex life a little too much the same each time,” Sarah answered.
“If you still fuck, stop worrying. You’re fucking beautiful anyway,” Roxie told her.
“I’m going to leave these on to surprise him when he gets back,” Sarah giggled, “do you mind if we watch a film?” she continued.
“No, that’s fine,” Roxie responded.
She was actually quite grateful, the loud music combined with the mixed drinks was beginning to give her a headache. Sarah giggled as she put the film on, and thirty minutes in Roxie realised why. Sarah had told her she’d watched it before, and although it wasn’t porn, it wasn’t far off. There were two couples in the film, and they seemed to be constantly joking about fucking each other. A scene came on, and as it started playing Sarah laughed loudly.
“This is me and you now,” she laughed.
She was lying along her sofa now, feet towards the sofa where Roxie sat upright. The scene started playing, and the two women snuck away at a party and then started kissing. Like the girls, they were brunette and blonde. It played out with them pawing at each other’s tits, then hands wandered down as they fingered each other simultaneously until they lay naked on the floor. The scene ended by showing that someone had been watching them.
Roxie looked over at Sarah, eyes closed, her legs moving as she ground her thighs together. They’d turned the main light off earlier, but even with just the light from the TV and the one lamp that was on, Roxie could see how damp her thong was. She watched, gazing between Sarah’s legs, pinching and playing with her nipples as she did so.
Five minutes later Dave arrived home. Sarah didn’t move, simply telling him they wanted to watch the end of the film so he had to be quiet. He went to sit by her but she wouldn’t budge, so he sat on the far end of Roxie’s sofa, Roxie now positioned between them. The film continued playing, but Roxie saw him looking over at Sarah.
“You like what she’s wearing?” she whispered. Dave nodded.
“Do you want me to leave?” Roxie giggled.
“No, she’ll want to watch all of the film first, she hates missing the end of anything,” he laughed.
Sarah shushed them, then reached over and took a large gulp of her drink. As she got comfortable the skirt part of her babydoll rose. A little later Roxie whispered to her, but Sarah didn’t answer. Roxie leaned over and tapped her gently on the foot. Sarah didn’t stir.
“Has she drunk loads again? She looks like she’s nodded off to sleep,” Dave said.
Roxie looked at Sarah, then at Dave, and nodded to tell him she had. An idea quickly ran through her head. Leaning on the arm of her sofa, she hooked her legs up and manoeuvered so her arse faced towards Dave. Wriggling a little bit at a time so it wasn’t too obvious, she made her dress ride up. By the feel of a slight draft on her upper thighs, she knew her stockings were on show. She resisted the urge to acknowledge when she heard Dave emit a tiny gasp as he noticed.
Looking back quickly at him, he adjusted his gaze back to the TV, not quick enough for Roxie to notice though. Reaching back, she pretended she had an itch and ran her hand across the back of her thigh, seeing Dave watching out of the corner of his eye.
“You look a little uncomfortable Dave, wondered if you be better getting changed into something better suited?” Roxie whispered, adjusting her legs a little more.
Dave was uncomfortable, his shirt was sticking to him in the heat and his trousers were irritating him around the knees. He got up, hiding his crotch from Roxie’s view, and made his way quietly out of the room. He reappeared a couple of minutes later, wearing just a pair of loose shorts. Beads of sweat showed on his hairy chest as he took his place back on the sofa.
“She still asleep?” he asked Roxie.
Roxie nodded yes, and stretched a leg out over him, resting it on the arm of the sofa next to him. It lay across his crotch, just inches above it, her nylon-clad leg tantalising him. Altering the other foot so it lay on the cushions, she edged it so it rested against his thigh. She felt Dave jump a little as the nylon touched his bare flesh. Scratching another non-existent itch, she moved her dress at the bottom of her back, exposing her knickers to him. Under her outstretched foot, she felt his cock stiffen.
“Leave it playing, I need the toilet,” Roxie said, standing and running her foot across his groin as she did so.
She practically ran upstairs, in a rush to get back down after feeling his semi-erect cock through his shorts. Running into the bathroom, she put the next part of her plan into action. She pushed her knickers down to use the toilet but kicked them off her ankles. She could feel how damp the gusset was, and finishing up she walked into their bedroom. Dave’s side of the bed was obvious, and she pushed the knickers under his pillows.
She walked back downstairs, taking deep breaths as she descended, the butt plug pushing on her insides. She took her place after bending and checking on Sarah, who was still asleep. Slouching back onto the sofa, she stretched both legs over Dave.
“Can you rub my calf muscles, Dave, please? I could feel them sore after wearing my heels for too long,” Roxie whispered.
Dave’s hands went to her legs, stroking her calves through her stockings. Roxie stretched and told him it felt good, pulling her dress up a little. Again she felt cooler air on her upper thighs. She moved a foot, pushing it against Dave’s growing cock. Instead of moving it, she left it resting there, moving it along with Dave rubbing her leg.
With Dave making no effort to stop her from rubbing her foot against his crotch, Roxie decided it was time for the next level. She stretched again and pushed her arse further towards Dave, pushing her dress up to her arse. She did not attempt to move it, but not looking towards Dave either to not make it obvious.
“Jesus, what the fuck?” she heard Dave say.
“What is it Dave?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and looking at him seductively.
He did not attempt to avert his gaze, staring right at her pert arse, and more importantly, the butt plug glimmering in the light from the lamp. Roxie felt his hands wander up to her lower thighs, then pause like he was waiting for permission. In answer to him, Roxie lifted one leg and planted her foot, parting her legs for him.
His hands wandered slowly upwards, over the tops of her stockings and slowly up between her legs. One finger traced over her arse, then pushed gently on the butt plug.
“You like it?” Roxie giggled.
Dave nodded yes, his hand tracing across her buttocks, then her thighs, always going back to the butt plug. Roxie moved a foot, hooked it into the top of his shorts and pushed them down a little, Dave jumping as her nylon-clad toes tickled his erection.
“Why?” Dave simply said.
“Because I want you to fuck my arse,” Roxie answered bluntly.
“But, Sarah is right there,” Dave told her.
“Well, we’d better be quiet then hadn’t we?” Roxie purred.
Roxie ran her nylon-clad foot across his erection, lightly rubbing along it, then hooked the other foot around and started wanking him with her feet. Dave’s head went back as he tried not to moan out loud.
Roxie quickly turned and grabbed his shorts as Dave lifted his arse a little, and pushed them down his legs. As he kicked them off his ankles, Roxie grabbed his erection and fed it slowly into her mouth, taking a little more each time. God his cock was thick. She felt his hand slide between her legs and through her wet folds.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Dave whispered.
“I know, naughty isn’t it,” Roxie giggled.
Releasing his cock she turned to face away from him, on all fours across the sofa. She reached behind and pulled her buttocks apart.
“If you don’t want to, just say so now,” Roxie said.
Dave responded by putting his arms around her waist and standing, picking her up effortlessly. His erection prodded against her back as he moved around the sofa, and then he stood her up by the arm where he had been sitting. His hands pulled her dress up over her shoulders and he tossed it onto the floor, pushing Roxie down over the arm. With one hand on her lower back keeping her pinned down, he used the other to line up his cock and pushed along her pussy lips. He pushed a few times, pulling on the butt plug as he did so.
“Pull your arse apart and keep your hands there,” he hissed, “I’m gonna use your pussy to make my cock nice and wet.”
Dave lined his cock up against Roxie’s arse and pushed in slowly, not stopping but easing himself in. Despite having the butt plug in for a few hours, and holding her buttocks wide apart, her arsehole gave quite the resistance to Dave’s thick cock. She moaned louder as it entered her further until just over half was inside. Dave paused, placed one hand on the small of Roxie’s back and the other on the back of her neck, and pushed hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Roxie cried out as his cock fully penetrated her.
“Be fucking quiet,” Dave hissed, a little panic-stricken as Sarah stirred on the other sofa.
He withdrew slowly, then thrust in again, repeating a few times. Each thrust made Roxie gasp loudly. Dave knew what he was doing, each thrust designed to make Roxie feel his cock pushing inside her, letting her feel how full he made her, each thrust taking her breath away. He kept alternating looking between watching Roxie’s arse contract as it gripped his cock, and his stirring wife on the other sofa.
Moving his hand from her neck, he pushed her over so her head was buried into the cushions. Now, as he thrust into her, her moans and groans were more subdued, the cushions stifling her sounds a little more. Still, his hands held her in place, and still, he made her pull her buttocks apart as he thrust into her.
Roxie pushed back at him, urging him to increase his pace, but Dave held the aces. He kept up his slow steady rhythm, and now his gaze altered further afield. Sarah had stopped moving again now but had stopped lying flat on her stomach, her legs spread apart, her babydoll pushed up onto the small of her back, her thong pushed to one side so he could view her pussy. As he stared at his wife’s arse, he started fucking her friend harder.
Dave moved his hands, now gripping her shoulders and pulling the top half of her body off the sofa. He thrust into her harder, still withdrawing slowly, trying to push even deeper into her using his grip as leverage. Roxie started to cry out more, her groans louder still, and Sarah started stirring again. To quieten Roxie more, he moved his hands over her mouth, pulling her head back as he did so.
This subdued her, but Dave suddenly felt in control. Knowing he had quietened her significantly, he fucked her harder still, now pushing her feet up off the floor so she balanced on the arm of the sofa on just her stomach.
Roxie could feel his pace quicken and wondered if he was getting close to cumming. Despite her stomach starting to hurt where she moved along the arm with Dave’s thrusts, she hoped he wouldn’t cum just yet, but seeing Sarah’s leg move a little wondered if he was trying to cum before she woke properly.
Dave suddenly stopped and withdrew, had he cum? Roxie hadn’t felt him if he had. Effortlessly Dave turned her over, arse perched on the arm of the sofa, then grabbed her ankles and lifted them high, Roxie having to put her hands behind her to balance. Lining his cock up, Dave pushed into her and filled her up quickly. Now Roxie groaned loudly as he quickened his pace from the get-go.
Roxie slumped back, head resting along the sofa, and put a hand into her mouth to try to quieten herself down. The quiet, reserved Dave she knew had now gone, the Dave fucking her arse had a steely look in his eyes, a look of determination, he didn’t seem to care that his wife was dozing on the nearby sofa. She wasn’t complaining, her arse was getting a good seeing to, better than she’d imagined. She wondered if this was why Sarah had described anal with him as uncomfortable.
Dave paused slightly and pushed Roxie around onto the sofa so she lay flat along it without withdrawing from her. He pushed her legs up high and started fucking her hard again, this time moving Roxie’s free hand and encouraging her to play with her pussy, which she did willingly. A few minutes later, her knees know on either side of her chest, Dave stopped thrusting while Roxie’s body shook, her legs trembling like mad as her orgasm rushed through her.
Barely giving her a chance to relax, Dave twisted her around and pushed her legs further back, her knees now resting on the sofa on either side of her head. Standing on the sofa himself, he pushed down deep into Roxie, his weight holding her down and pushing her into the cushions. This time he was more methodical, now and again pulling out and admiring his handiwork as her arsehole gaped open for him.
“This is too uncomfortable, you’re hurting my back,” Roxie whispered after a few minutes,” let me ride you.”
Dave nodded and withdrew. He sat in the middle of the sofa, legs spread, and as Roxie approached him he turned her around to face away from him.
“Touch your toes,” he hissed.
As Roxie did so, he pulled her back against the sofa, then leaned forward and stuck his tongue deep into her arsehole, licking their combined juices, running his hands along her legs and her soaking wet stockings. He pulled back, then stuck fingers of both hands into her arse and pulled her hole wide, smearing his fingers until they were wet. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back. Roxie crouched and as her arsehole met his cock, Dave pulled her down sharply, his cock impaling her and taking her breath away.
“Put your feet on my thighs,” Dave hissed in her ear.
Roxie did so, her knees spreading apart as she started to ride him slowly, Dave putting his arms under hers and holding her in place. His hands went to her mouth and he pushed his fingers in, making Roxie taste herself on them.
“Now put your hands on my knees, I want to watch my cock sliding into you,” he hissed again.
Dave’s hand reached around and roughly pulled on Roxie’s nipples while his other hand pushed her forward, Roxie heard his moans as he watched her arse gripping his cock tightly. Just getting into a rhythm, Dave’s hands moved. Now his hands went under her legs, lifting them as he held her in place above him. Holding her still, he started to fuck her fast and hard from below her.
Roxie threw her head back, his beard brushing against her neck, the feel of his chest hair, now wet with sweat, rubbing on her back. She felt her body start to let go again, realising that Dave himself hadn’t yet cum. She wanted to reach down and rub at her clit, but Dave held her arms in place above her head. Suddenly a fire swept through her body and especially her groin.
She felt fingers slide into her pussy, squelching loudly as they slid into her as Dave fucked her arse. His other hand reached around and held her neck, keeping her head looking upwards. Eyes closed, she felt hair tracing across her inner thighs, a tongue carefully caressing her clit as her pussy and arsehole got worked on. The fire within raged on.
She felt the tongue move up her body, delicate little kisses up over her stomach, reaching up and over each nipple, then up until she felt a mouth over hers. She opened her mouth wide and groaned loudly as her orgasm flooded through her again.
Now relaxed, her heavy panting subsiding, she realised Dave had slowed his pace right down, his hand now gone from around her neck. Roxie looked down quickly, expecting to see Sarah between her spread legs, but she wasn’t there. Roxie glanced towards the sofa, where Sarah still lay seemingly asleep.
“As she gone back to sleep already?” Roxie whispered.
“She hasn’t woken up, she’s a heavy sleeper,” Dave answered.
As he did so, he stood, carrying Roxie with him. He walked them both over to the sofa Sarah lay on, then standing Roxie in front of him, he pushed her over the sofa, placing her hands on the back. He grabbed one leg and placed it up on the arm of the sofa, and lifted his and put it behind hers, to keep it in place. Roxie looked down and realised her pussy was almost directly above Sarah’s head, if she opened her eyes she’d have a perfect view of her husband’s cock in her friend’s arse.
Roxie groaned loudly as Dave started to fuck her fast again, his thighs slapping against hers, pushing her hard over the sofa. The relative quiet of the room made Roxie’s groans sound more amplified, Dave grunting louder and louder as he pistoned in and out of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum,” Dave cried out.
His hands went to Roxie’s shoulders, more leverage now as he pushed seemingly further into her, Roxie crying out as his thrusts pushed her breath out of her. Suddenly he pulled out and Roxie felt warm splashes across her body. Dave wanked his cock and his first spurt flew into the gaping hole of Roxie’s arse, the rest spraying across the small of her back and across both buttocks, some of it dripping down onto Sarah’s face. Sarah stirred under them both but still didn’t wake.
Roxie felt herself being twisted and pushed down, squatting now by the sofa, her face virtually level with Sarah’s. Dave held his cock, still erect and covered in their collective juices, and pushed his cock towards her mouth urging her to clean him off, Roxie doing so excitedly. Dave pulled out his cock, and rubbed it across Roxie’s face, smearing her face with wet lines like a snail had moved across her.
“You’d better get dressed now and go before she wakes up,” Dave said abruptly, “and don’t think about telling her as I’ll just deny it, and I know she’ll believe me.”
He strode off towards the stairs, and while Roxie got dressed to leave she heard the shower turn on. That’s what she needed too, to wash herself down and try to soothe her arse as it had been fucked for so long. She let herself out, glancing at Sarah and wondering how she still managed to be asleep and missed everything happening right by her. It had been her idea and she’d missed it all.
Roxie slowly walked home, her body aching, longing to shower and then go to bed to relax. No lights were on, she was actually glad for a change that Alan was at work. She opened the door and walked in, putting down her bag and then walking upstairs. She walked into the bedroom and gasped out loud.
“Hey, I finished early, I was hoping you wouldn’t be too long at Sarah’s,” Alan said, stroking his erection as he beckoned her over to the bed with the other.