*******
My job takes me away from home most weekdays, returning home Friday but then that’s not always guaranteed every weekend.
One would think it’s not the best basis for marriage but our relationship has always been good and strong coupled with elements of fantasy and fun and a sense of humour. We’ve got no kids.. yet.
I had been away for two clear weeks and just returned home for the weekend and, as usual, we indulged in plenty of sex play with her teasing me before making love; sometimes we could last for hours.
We were gently playing with each other, catching up with chat about our respective weeks, and Sharon said that with the weather turning so nice that she had been swimming up at the lake a few times. I wouldn’t have expected her to have done otherwise but it was the way she said that I sensed that there may be more than just swimming involved. So gently pressing her she came out with the fact that she had been seeing Steve, an old colleague of mine, at the lake. (I didn’t really take to him too much at the time, a bit too full of himself, I thought, but then he left and joined the Police.)
“What does ‘seeing him’ mean”,
“Well, I went up there a couple of times and saw him there on his own so we got chatting and the next thing was that we arranged to meet as a regular thing; it’s been fun”.
The real story came out tantalisingly slowly with Sharon checking at each stage that I was OK with it before she continued. There was more messing about than swimming and after a couple times when he ‘accidentally’ touched her boobs he then began regularly coming up behind her and actually feeling her tits. Sharon has always liked that kind of attention so made no objection. She said that she had fancied Steve for a while so was quite happy to go along with this little game.
Then Steve had criticised the style of her swimsuit, a one piece with preformed bra cups and said he wished he could ‘see more of her’, so the next time she went to the lake she wore a bikini. It had much thinner material and much less of it.
The first time she wore it he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. She was standing chest deep leaning against the side of a diving jetty, he swam up from behind slipping his hands around her waist then sliding them up to her tits, luckily there was no-one else about and he slipped her top up to reveal her lovely breasts. All the time he nibbled her neck, something else that she loved.
The cold water had made her nipples really hard; they were always sensitive.
Then, feeling bolder, he slipped one hand straight down between her legs and started to touch her through the material. She said that she was quite surprised when he did this and she grabbed his wrist and stopped him … but not for long. She turned her head to face him, watching his eyes as she then slid his hand to the edge of her bikini pants and told him to slip his fingers inside them, urging him to feel her properly. As his hand touched her pussy she was not surprised to feel his erection pressing against her leg so she reached down and released him from his trunks but was then surprised to feel how hot he felt, despite the cold water. Soon they were kissing and playing with each other.
Sharon stopped and looked at me, I guess to see my reaction. “Well?” she asked.
I didn’t say anything, as a reply I moved her hand to my erection, then I said, “What do you think?”
She smiled, relieved that I approved.
She said he was very gentle but insistent and slipped a finger inside her as she played with his huge cock. Sharon said that she was so excited, being felt up like that outdoors, in public, even although there was no-one else about, there was still that element of danger, of being seen.
With one finger up inside her, his palm rubbing her clit, his tongue in her mouth, there was no stopping her now as excitement grew. Her legs started to buckle as she orgasmed, and she emphasised that it was one of her strongest ever that she’d ever had. Still holding his cock she rubbed him harder and faster until he came as well and his spunk swirled away in the water around them.
She said that with the weather being good that they have been back to the lake several times but never did more there than mutual masturbation standing in the water because there were always other people drifting around. It was clear where this thing was going in search of the sort of fun that they both wanted so I wasn’t surprised when Sharon said she suggested to him that the following day instead of going to the lake he came over to our house.
As she spoke I could feel her excitement rising and could feel her getting wetter and wetter. The thoughts of Steve and her together in our house were having quite an effect on me too.
“When he came here the first time he also bought me some underwear he wanted me to wear for him, said he wanted to see me in it. He brought it round last week and things got a bit passionate but I stopped him going too far, I said that I wanted to wait till you came home until I had told you about what we’d been up to”.
“What’s it like, let’s see”.
“No” she said quite firmly, “If you want to see it, I’ll invite Steve round for the evening and wear it for him, but if I do that you know what will happen”.
Sharon moved so that she was facing me, we were both naked, and kneeling on the bed, “I need to know how you feel about things, if I wear these bits for Steve, I expect he’s going to get more than a bit excited, I’m not going to lead him on and then say No, I want you to be there. I want Steve to make love to me, I want you to watch. There I’ve said it now”. She stopped and looked at me, waiting for a response.
“OK, Does Steve know about this?” She nodded.
“Oh Yeah, I told Steve that I will only let him make love with me once you’d got back home so that you could watch, then afterwards you and me would have great sex. I thought you would like that idea, it’s a win-win situation. How about it?”
It was not lost on me that she wanted to ‘make love’ rather than fuck or shag this guy.
She went on, “I figured that as we are going to move soon to another part of the country and, I like Steve …. no, it’s more than that, I sort of have real feelings for him, I always have, I want him to make love to me. I know you get turned on by the thoughts of me being with someone else, so Steve is perfect. The last thing I want is to be fucked by a stranger, but whatever happens I will always have you just as you will always have me; nothing changes there”.
I was warming to the idea, and it really did turn me on imagining Steve making love to my wife.
“When?” (Did I really say that?)
“He said he could come round tonight if you wanted”.
“O.K.” I heard myself say, “Let’s do it”.
Sharon grabbed my cock and I spurted straight away in her hand, I hadn’t realised that I was so excited.
“I’ll phone him now,” she said, jumping at the opportunity (and wiping her hand on a tissue).
So she called and it was arranged that Steve would visit about 7 that evening. She disappeared and then spent hours showering and getting ready. I guess I was a little jealous the way she was acting but, in truth, I was actually looking forward to it as much as she was.
She reappeared freshly scrubbed and smelling delicious wearing her dressing gown and we sat down in living room and had a couple of glasses of wine and then at the sound of the doorbell she disappeared back upstairs. I answered the door to Steve who was standing holding another couple of bottles; this promised to be quite an evening.
Conversation was difficult while we waited for Sharon but then she drifted back into the room. Wow, the atmosphere was electric. She was wearing a black satin wrap and black stockings but was careful not to show anything else.
She walked over to Steve, threw her arms around his neck and kissed the lucky sod full on. It was a kiss with so much passion that seemed to go on forever, I could see her rubbing herself against him and was no doubt feeling his erection.
His hands were all over her, trying to remove the wrap, but she managed to tease for a few minutes longer before facing Steve and waiting for him to undo it. The thin belt offered little resistance and Sharon slipped the wrap off of her shoulders revealing the most beautiful pink lace bra, so thin and delicate with matching panties. She gave a twirl to show us both what she had and it looked very good to me.
She unbuttoned Steve’s shirt and I took that as a signal that I should strip too so I quickly got rid of my clothes not wanting to miss anything.
She then undid his trousers and pushed them down but his erection prevented her from doing the same with his underpants, so he had to help.
We both sported erections to be proud of, although his cock was longer but thinner than mine. Sharon turned her back to Steve rubbing her ass against his cock, while he cupped both her breasts in his hands, her nipples were clearly straining against the thin material and she gave a gasp as he pinched them.
Sharon smiled and winked at me and I was aware that I was gently wanking myself. She gasped again and closed her eyes as he pinched her by now very sensitive nipples. Then one hand slipped down to between her legs stroking her pussy but outside of her panties. She put one hand behind her and grasped his cock.
Steve turned her to face him, his hands went to her bra and undid it quickly discarding it then he hooked his thumbs into the top of her panties and started to slide them down. As he levelled with her breasts he stopped and kissed them sucking at her nipples, first one then the other.
As he moved down her body he continued to kiss her, her panties were now at her ankles and his head level with her pussy.
I could see his tongue lapping at her and hear the soft mewling sounds she was making. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I realised that I too was enjoying seeing my wife being caressed by another man.
Steve moved so that Sharon could sit back onto the settee, she opened her legs with her eyes fixed on me. She was totally exposed and the soft pink folds of her labia opened like a flower. This was so erotic and made more so when Steve lowered his head and started kissing, sucking and generally pleasuring my lovely wife. Sharon watched me as I masturbated slowly but then Steve would nip her with his teeth or finger her and she would gasp and close her eyes for a moment.
I watched as her breathing became more laboured, her gasps of pleasure more frequent, then she was crying out as her orgasm hit, her hips were lifting wanting more. Watching her cum like that was just the best and I was suddenly aware that I had come all over my hand.
Sharon lay back out of breath for a moment but Steve had not finished, he knelt between her open legs and taking his cock in his hand guided it into her lovely moist pussy. Slowly, giving her his full length and then almost withdrawing before plunging into her again making her cry out each time. She wanted him to make love but he had other ideas, he was well and truly fucking her and she was loving every moment and every inch that he gave her.
Watching my wife being fucked like this was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Soon he shortened his strokes speeding up his movements and then with a grunt he was shooting his cum inside her.
They both collapsed onto the settee, Sharon lay against his chest, both of them coming down from the highs of their orgasms. Not knowing quite what to do I sat still gently nursing my wilting and sticky cock, I found a tissue and cleaned up, amazed at how much cum I had produced.
Not wanting to spoil the moment I sat still, wondering what would happen next. Sharon took a tissue from the box on the side table and she opened her legs to show me Steve’s cum leaking from her pussy; she wiped herself clean and pretty much told me to get some more drinks while she and Steve went up to the bedroom.
It took me a few minutes to open a new bottle and by the time I got to the bedroom door I could see Sharon slowly playing with Steve. I could see he wasn’t fully hard again but she moved to lean over him to take him in her mouth, suck him and spoil my view of his cock. On the plus side her ass was in the air and I had a full view of that.
As she sucked his cock back to a full erection he slid his hand around to her ass and started to finger her from behind. I watched fascinated as he dipped a finger into her, then two making her gasp, he was using his thumb to rub her tight anus.
I stayed in the doorway (I think they forgot that I was there) and I could feel myself getting hard again. I just knew there was another show about to start. Bring it on.
Sharon pushed Steve back onto the bed and sat astride him, using her hand to guide him into her waiting and eager pussy. She eased herself slowly onto him gasping as he entered her and enjoying his hot stiff cock inch by inch. She was having not only the time of her life but the fuck of her life and she was more than ready for it.
I was spellbound watching her bounce on his cock, taking his full length each time it was making her breasts bounce but Steve soon helped her out and took hold of them, squeezing and caressing her beautiful globes. She stopped bouncing and leaned forwards so that he could suck them and then leaned back maximising the feeling of his cock inside her. She did this a few times; it must have felt good I was thinking.
This was getting very intense now. It may have been good for Sharon but I think Steve wanted something more. He took hold of her waist and eased her over onto her hands and knees into the doggy position and entered her. Sharon was moaning with each thrust as he pounded harder and harder.
Soon Sharon had to move, I think his pounding was getting too much for her, she managed to stop the thrusts and turned to lay once more on her back, Steve was quickly between her legs, he held his cock in his hand slowly wanking it as if to be offering it to her waiting for her acceptance, he was so hard and glistening with all Sharon’s juices. She was watching him with wide open eyes as he positioned his cock at her entrance. No words were spoken but she smiled at him as he slipped neatly into her waiting cunt, Sharon’s eyes stayed open as he started to fuck her hard and fast once more. She didn’t look my way at all.
She had a look of, I guess sheer determination on her face, she was not going to be the one to cum first. She rode each thrust of his cock and by now Steve was grunting as he thrust into her. They kept it going for quite a few minutes before Steve climaxed crying out as he did, this triggered Sharon’s climax and she came as well as once more he was shooting deep inside her.
He had fucked her until her moans turned to grunts then to cries as orgasm after orgasm threatened to engulf her … then she came yet again.
They both collapsed onto the bed, totally spent. Sharon’s legs were still spread from the seeing-to that she had experienced and cum was leaking from her cunt. I couldn’t believe how much had leaked out. I had held back for as long as I could but this vision was more that I could have hoped for and once again I shot my load (missing my hand but luckily onto the wooden floor where I could easily clean it up afterwards).
Not wanting to disturb them I crept away and took to the spare bed and slept soundly. In the morning I awoke to find just Sharon in the bed, Steve had apparently left during the night.
Sharon was so sore from all her activity and I did not get to make love to her. She said she loved me and as a reward gave me a fantastic hand job as we relived her experience.
She said that Steve had promised to return and fuck her again as and when she wanted to offer him an invite. He said that it didn’t matter to him if I was going to be there or not.
He was to become a frequent visitor.
******
I had to return to work at a site some 200 miles away from home and, as always, I rang home frequently to make sure my wife was coping without me. It was on the Tuesday and all we could talk about was the amazing session with Steve at the weekend. We had chatted for quite a while reliving the experience and Sharon who only occasionally wore a bra told me she was touching herself and then moving her panties to one side to be able to finger herself as we spoke.
We were interrupted when the doorbell rang and Sharon said she would see who was there and be back in a minute. The phone was put down and I got an audible ‘clunk’ as it hit the table top. A few moments later I heard her talking and then her voice became louder as she came back into the room. She didn’t pick the phone up but I could hear clearly as she said, “Oh, this is a nice surprise, I wondered when I would see you again.” The line went quiet and I guessed that Steve was her visitor and that they must be kissing as I heard Sharon making sort of little purring sounds just as she does when I kiss her.
It became obvious that she was going to let me hear just what was going happen by leaving the phone off of the hook. I don’t think that at any time did Steve realised he was being eavesdropped.
Steve asked if she was O.K. Sharon replied that she had been sore but was alright again now. The line went quiet again and I imagined them kissing, Sharon with her arms around his neck, Steve with his arms around her waist.
“Is this a flying visit,” she asked.
“Yeah, I told work I was going to have a meal break, so I have about 45 minutes”.
Sharon said, “Hmm, that’s not long. So to what do I owe this visit.”
He responded, “There were reports of someone screaming around here on Saturday night, I’m trying to find out if someone was attacked. Was that you who was being attacked?”
“Oh Yes, Officer, I was attacked by someone with a very large weapon on Saturday,” she giggled.
He made jokey serious voice, “Maybe we should try to reconstruct the scene like they do on TV.”
The Joking continued, “Is that a truncheon in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me”
“No, it’s all me and I’m definitely pleased to see you again”.
“Well I seem to remember that the last time the ‘attacker’ wasn’t wearing that uniform, you were naked, so you had better strip.”
Sharon can be very forceful and I could hear the sounds of Steve quickly stripping. I imagined Sharon was watching him with her arms folded in front of her.
“Ah, yes, that looks just like the weapon …. mmmm, feels like it too. I think it’s time to help me get my kit off.”
I could hear the sounds of clothes being removed (being ripped off?!!), “… Nice tits, nice ass…” which indicated to me that my wife and her friend were naked again. I became a bit queasy, it seemed OK when I had agreed to the first meeting, but now he was visiting her knowing that they would be alone and from what I could hear Sharon seems quite happy with that.
I could imagine them kissing, deep passionate kisses. Him caressing her beautiful breasts, she holding his prick, most probably wanking him gently because she was expecting to be fucked again and didn’t want him to cum too quickly. He most probably had slipped his hand between her legs to finger her and feel her eager wetness.
“I wonder if this weapon tastes the same.”
Oh God, she was going down on him and making sure I knew what was happening by describing it to me.
“Ooooooh fuck, that’s good …..”
Yep, she had him in her mouth now.
Steve, after a couple of minutes, “…. Whoa there, don’t make me cum too soon and I want to taste you too.”
Again I could hear some movement and then Sharon’s voice, ” Oh my god, that’s good, I love it when you do that, Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
This went on for what seemed ages, Sharon crying out encouraging Steve to do whatever it was he was doing between her legs, kissing and sucking and fingering my wife.
My cock was so hard now and I had to force myself to hold off wanking and giving myself the relief I so desperately needed.
Then Sharon’s cries got louder and more frequent, she was fast approaching what sounded like an amazing climax. She rarely swore but now she was saying ‘fuck’ almost every other word as her orgasm flooded over her.
“Oh my god that was fucking incredible, I’ve never cum like that before,” she said breathlessly. She was so out of breath and I was desperately wishing that I could see the action as well. It didn’t help my situation when I heard Steve say, “There’s more to cum yet sweetheart, lift your legs up … put them right up in the air … let me see your pussy … yes, you look good, are you ready?”
Sharon cried out as I guessed Steve was thrusting his cock deep inside her. Sharon, “Oh fuck go easy big boy, I’m not used to being fucked like this.”
Ouch, that hurt, but then I hoped that she was just saying it to get Steve excited by dirty-talking as she did and to be giving me a commentary of what was happening.
Luckily for me, the chair that they were using for their afternoon fuck had a sort of squeak sometimes when you sat in it. I wondered if she had deliberately chosen it to sit on knowing this was one of those times when the squeaking would be useful. The noise left me with no doubt that each time Steve thrust his hot cock into her and by her commentary, like “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, oh fuck don’t stop ….” that they were really going at it big time.
I have to say that Steve is very energetic and from the squeaks of the chair and the squeals from Sharon, I knew that once again she was getting a good seeing to.
Was I jealous? I’m not sure. I wanted Sharon to be happy; I knew she wanted to ‘make love’ to Steve; that Steve obviously wanted to fuck Sharon and I was being left to pick up the scraps. It certainly gave me great pleasure watching Sharon and Steve on Saturday, in fact I can’t remember ever being more excited. Now, I was also enjoying listening to them make love and using my imagination as to just what they were doing and I was just as excited now, I had a huge hard-on and I knew that I would enjoy a wank very soon.
So, jealous? No, I guess not jealous just now enjoying sex in a different way to my normal.
I put those thoughts to one side and concentrated on what I could hear through the phone. Sharon was going wild and from the moans and the grunting it was clear that Steve was giving her more than I ever could. I recognised from the noise that she was reaching a climax as her cries were getting both louder and more frequent. That poor chair was also taking a pounding from the sound of it.
Then, with a cry loud enough to wake the dead, Sharon climaxed. Knowing how she looks when she cums I had no trouble imagining the expression that must have been on her face. I love watching her cum and this one clearly was spectacular, she kept saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” over and over. I was pleased for her.
Her squealing died down but Steve hadn’t cum yet and I could hear he was still pounding and thrusting into her. Sharon usually cums two or three times before she is truly satisfied and if I cum too quickly (which is often!) she will get out her vibrator and finish herself off. From what I could hear Steve didn’t have my problem but he was catching up quickly and grunting like mad. I’m sure this must have been a turn-on for Sharon as I soon heard her squeals rising again as she and Steve came together.
It went quiet for a while, which gave me chance to finish my wank, but I came very quickly, even though I tried to make it last.
Next thing I hear is Sharon who has obviously picked up the phone. I figured that Steve must have gone to the bathroom as I heard Sharon ask me if I was still there. Well, not in so many words, she said, ” I think I’ve just had my best fuck ever; how was it for you?”
With one hand holding the phone and the other covered in my spunk, I said, “Yes sweetheart it was, I really enjoyed that, thank you.”
“It’s not like what I expected it to be.” Quite a statement from Sharon who is my wife and has made me her cuckold by having me agree that she could ‘make love’ to one of our friends.
We said our goodbyes and I was left with a warm feeling inside. Yes, I most definitely am a cuckold now and my Sharon has found a new sexual freedom and I have no doubt that she is going to make the most of it.
******
That’s how it started and to think I naïvely thought it would be a one-off, that it would just be one evening of her making love to a friend while I was present and would be a special thrill for us both. Our original idea was based on the fact that we were about to move house and home and that soon after having had our special evening of ‘fun’ that we would be moving on and leaving it all behind. However, our house didn’t sell as planned (our buyer pulled out) and we are still here.
It’s been a couple of months now and coupled with the fact that I’m having to spend longer periods away with work means that Sharon is seeing Steve more and they are getting more adventurous in their sex life. Sharon has found a new lease of sex life and sometimes doesn’t seem to be the woman I married. Certainly from our phone conversations she gives me that impression.
“Steve is a bit of an animal where sex is concerned …. he’s always got a hard-on, not that I’m complaining … I saw him in the supermarket on last week and he grabbed my hand and made me feel how hard he was …. I don’t think of it as making love any more …. it’s more like he takes me and I let him.
“We did it in the garden one evening last week, the neighbour’s dog came out and must have heard us as it started barking. I could hear over the fence that Joe and his misses must have come out to see what the dog was making a fuss about … it’s a good job they didn’t look too close, there was me naked being taken on the lawn with them just over the fence. Steve didn’t stop he just kept thrusting into me, fucking me. He had to put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet … it was quite exciting really”.
Her talk was just as explicit when I came home.
It was afternoon and we were on the bed naked, I had been away for two weeks and was catching up on Sharon’s exploits. She was playing with herself dipping her fingers deep into her vagina and then buzzing herself with a vibrator as she told me about the last time that Steve had been on this bed with her. I listened with a throbbing erection but she had tied my hands behind my back so that I couldn’t wank myself but she promised, if I was good, that she would be kind to me later. I had kind of hoped that she would be kind to me soon.
Sharon withdrew her fingers, looked at them, saw that they were coated with her juices reached across and touched them to my lips for me to suck, which I did. She was surprisingly wet and kept offering me her juicy fingers and I eagerly sucked them clean.
Suddenly she tossed the vibrator to one side and said, “This thing is useless, I need a new one, a bigger one. Did you know that Steve is bigger than you? … of course you did, you’ve seen him in action haven’t you when he fucked me the first time. He really fills my pussy with that hard hot prick; I just love feeling him inside me and when he cums, oh, it’s heaven to feel him spurting in my pussy … there’s so much of it … sometimes it runs down my legs. He cums a lot more than you …”
“So how often do you see him.” I asked, not really sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
“Mmmm, about every other day; sometimes in the mornings; sometimes afternoon; sometimes at night. We like to fuck in public places, it’s such a thrill thinking that we might be seen or even caught. I’ve let him take me in all sorts of places. Sometimes if we meet in the day he insists that I don’t wear any underwear, it’s exciting going round the supermarket or going to a cafe with no knickers on. I’ve even started flashing if I see someone I fancy.
“He stays hard, not like you, a one-cum wonder, he usually can cum twice. Once he came three times. I was so sore afterwards.”
Sharon almost drifted off as she recounted her sexual memories. I had to remind her that my hands were still tied behind my back.
My god, she had changed so much in just a few weeks. She used to be a shy girl but now she seems to have been transformed into a nymphomaniac.
She lay back on the bed, her legs lifted into the air displaying her delightful pink pussy. “Come on then, you know what I want, lick me like you’ve never licked me before and I might be nice to you.”
It wasn’t easy with my hands still tied to go down on her and keep my balance, but I managed. I traced my tongue along her slit, my god, she tasted so good, a different taste it seemed to me. My tongue opened the soft folds of her labia to expose her clit and I nibbled on the hard little bud, flicked it with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. I must have been doing something right for Sharon was making all the right sounds.
She was very wet having been playing with herself. As I used my tongue to open and probe her, almost drinking her juices, I loved doing this knowing I could always make her cum. She has often said, it was the one thing I was best at.
I licked, sucked and probed her for what seemed ages, all the time Sharon was making that purring sound that meant I was doing the right things. However, I was getting desperate, I wanted to bring her off so that she could get around to giving me my relief.
Then I felt her raise her hips to me, I knew that her climax was building and at last she was close, there was even more juices almost flowing from her. She started crying out and I was consumed with the thought, ” … now, you bitch, cum for me”.
She grabbed my head pressing my face even tighter, if that was possible; I could hardly breathe. I sucked harder, used my teeth to nip her hoping that this would be enough to finally tip her over the edge and make her cum … and I’m pleased to say that’s just what happened. Her climax was so strong that she clamped her legs around my head, holding me there as I lapped up her sweet honey just like a bee on a flower. Finally she relaxed and released her grip on my head. I rolled away so that she could put her legs down and relax a bit. My hands were still tied and I was getting frantic. I tried rubbing myself and hump the bedclothes but she stopped me by pushing me onto my back.
She got her breath back and straddled me. “Well, was that good, did I taste good?”
“Yes, you always do,” I replied hoping it was the right answer.
“Did I tell you that Steve came round this morning to see me?”
“No, you didn’t,” I replied only then realising the impact of what she had said. Steve would have fucked her without a condom so his cum was probably still in her pussy and I had just been licking and sucking for all I was worth. No wonder she tasted different.
She started laughing then at my humiliation. “OK.” she said, “You can have a wank now.”
She untied my hands and, like the cuckold that I am, I obeyed and took myself in hand wondering just where this journey we had started would take us.
***
“Do you like it when other men look at me ….” Sharon asked as we sat around the pool, ” … do you want them to see my tits and my pussy?”
She knew that this sort of talk excited me. Not only did this sort of thing excite me but it clearly excited Sharon as well as I noticed that she was looking slightly flushed.
Sharon had a bikini, but sunbathing by the pool she had discarded the bra and was topless. I noticed that she had applied lotion to her breasts several times and was taking her time doing it. Her nipples were hard showing that she was getting excited and aroused.
We were on holiday in Spain, taking a break from the prolonged stresses of trying to sell our house so that we could move to where my work took me.
Sharon’s affair with Steve was carried out with my full knowledge while I was away and sometimes while I was there. I have accepted that I am a cuckold husband who enjoys the idea of his wife having sexual flings with other men, although, to date, it had only been Steve up to now.
Sharon delighted in telling me about her sexual romps with Steve but she had been away from him now for three days and as we didn’t have sex properly any more she would get some satisfaction by wanking me or let me wank as she told her stories. She used to use a vibrator to satisfy herself before Steve came along but she was getting plenty of hard hot cock from him now and had not used the vibe so much. Now she was mad with herself for having left the vibrator at home.
“I’m getting as horny as fuck,” she announced. “I need a good hard fuck, I want some big hard cock to fill my pussy and fuck me till I beg them to stop.” She looked at me but I knew it wasn’t my cock she was referring to, she didn’t want my cock, she wanted Steve, but as he was not here I didn’t know what to say.
“Maybe I should take a dip and cool off a bit.” She grabbed her bra and quickly put it on. We were on a sun deck that overlooked the pool, to get to it she had to walk pass the bar, down some steps and pass between where the other guests were sitting on the grass.
I stayed where I was. I had drunk a few beers and thought that to go into the pool when I wasn’t a good swimmer (another thing I’m not good at) might not be wise. Anyway, I was feeling pleasantly relaxed for a change.
Sharon came back a while later, she looked so sexy, dripping wet and carrying her bra, her nipples standing out so proudly from those firm breasts, I felt myself getting hard.
“I’ve just been felt up, ” she said, “See those two guys by the bar, as I walked by one said ‘nice tits’ and then the other one said ‘nice ass’. They followed me into the pool and one grabbed me and said he wanted to see my tits and the other one undid my top and pulled it off. I let them play with my tits then one of them started feeling me between my legs, now I feel even hornier. What do you think of that?”
I was hard by now and my cock was poking out of the top of my swim trunks. Sharon reached over and flicked the end of my cock with her finger making me jump. It hurt, but to get any attention from her these days was welcome.
“You just fucking love my dirty talk, don’t you; you like it when someone looks at my tits; you like it when someone touches my tits, strokes my ass and fingers my cunt and you like it even more when I get fucked and you can watch?”
So true, I do love this dirty talk and my cock was telling her so. It was pulsing like mad and as she spoke she flicked me several times and I was becoming more sensitive. While on the on hand it hurt like hell, I was getting harder and harder. I was very much aware that we were in a fairly public place but, luckily, I had a towel that I draped over and just covered my erection. Suddenly Sharon grabbed me hard and just held tightly, squeezing, not moving her hand. I felt as if I would explode when slowly beneath the towel she started to wank me.
I think I lasted ten strokes before I shot my cum up all over my chest. My cum was on her hand and fingers, she raised them to her lips and tasted them, “Mmm not bad, but your no fucking good to me now, I want a stiff cock, not that limp thing. I’m going up to the room, you coming?”
I thought she was going to play with herself and I looked forward to watching her touching and fingering herself, plunging as many fingers as she could get up and as deep in to her cunt as I knew she could.
I cleaned up quickly and kept the towel in front of me to hide the wet patches As we walked by the bar we passed by the two guys who she had ‘played with’ in the pool. She seemed to rattle the room keys and I realise now that she was showing them our room number.
We got to our room and she stripped off her tiny bikini almost before the door was closed and dived into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and then a few minutes later she appeared in the door way. Her body seem to glow, she was so pumped up, still feeling horny and looking as sexy as hell. I watched almost mesmerised as she lay on the bed, spread her legs wide and using fingers from both hands opened the soft petals that covered her pussy and clit. She looked so inviting.
Just as she touched her clit there was a knock on the door. I wanted to ignore it but Sharon insisted that I answer it. I went to the door, looked around to see that she had not moved and her legs were still wide apart. I opened the door to find the two guys from the pool bar standing there. My thought was, “Oh fuck, no, please say this wasn’t happening!”
They pushed into the room to see my lovely wife spread eagled before them and Sharon didn’t even move just lay there smiling at them and ignoring me.
“Mmmm,” one of them said, “This day is just getting better and better; what have we got here?”
I couldn’t believe that Sharon was just laying there, displaying all she had to these two strangers. It was surreal, it was as if Sharon and these two were acting out a play and I was just a spectator in the audience.
‘Man A’ was the first to act dropping his shorts to reveal quite a large erect cock, he rubbed himself as he got down on his knees between Sharon’s legs and started to lick her. Sharon just lay back gently moaning as his tongue did the business. I guess I knew this was the moment when I realised that she had somehow planned it when she was in the pool with these two. Whatever, I felt helpless to do anything about it.
Meanwhile ‘Man B’ had dropped his shorts, I heard Sharon gasp, I thought it was the treatment that Man A was giving her but then I saw the size of Man B’s cock. It was huge and not even fully erect, he walked towards the head of the bed, this monster of a cock in his hand and stood and watched as his friend went down on Sharon.
Man A stopped his oral assault and got up onto the bed and positioned himself to fuck her. Sharon was well lubricated by now and although he had a good size cock he slipped easily inside her.
I almost felt sorry for him, he was the one giving Sharon all the action but all her attention was on that monster cock of Man B. His friend meanwhile was being very athletic and really was fucking Sharon quite hard and fast, I could hear almost animal grunts from both of them. That’s not to say that she was not enjoying being taken like this, but it was as if this was the starter and she knew the main course was next.
This was all action between Sharon and her new lover and they were going at it like animals. Sharon was getting the fucking that she wanted, the guys were happy … and so was I.
It wasn’t long before Sharon started to cry out from the pounding she was getting, her cries got louder and I could only sit and watch while Man B gently stroked his cock to the full erection; it looked very impressive.
Suddenly, Sharon’s back arched up as her whole body tensed and she cried out almost in a scream as she climaxed. Man A followed seconds later pumping his sperm deep inside her.
They both collapsed on the bed but now the other guy wanted some of the action too. He held his huge cock in his hand and I was transfixed as all I could do was watch as he offered it to Sharon. I saw her lick her lips as he got closer to her and she quickly propped herself up on the bed just as he touched her cheek with his cock. He most probably thought to tease her for a while but she was having none of it, she wanted it and she grabbed hold of it and guided it to her waiting lips. Licking the now swollen head and lubricating it with her spit, she attempted to take it into her mouth
She had to open her mouth wide but it still seemed to stretch her. Her eyes were wide open looking up at him. She could only take part of him in her mouth, but I could see that from her cheeks she was sucking him quite a bit and also using her tongue to great effect.
This was a new experience for us, I didn’t know what to do, I was getting hard again, but I knew that I would not have any part to play, just be a spectator. It was a very erotic scene and although nobody asked me I would have to admit that I was enjoying being there.
I was now as hard as iron and without thinking found myself wanking which, when I realised what I was doing, surprised even me. I could see the first guy using his fingers on her now tender pussy; he dipped his fingers into the juicy honey pot and used it to excite her tight little other hole, which was something she never seemed to like if I did it.
Sharon was in heaven, she really gave her all sucking the fat cock of one man while clearly enjoying being fingered by another man while she did it. I stroked my dick and thought that maybe she was liking the fact that I was getting some pleasure too although the reality was she had clearly forgotten I was there.
I heard ‘the cock in her mouth’ say, “Oh baby, you are good, but I’m still gonna fuck you till it hurts.”
Sharon’s reply was unintelligible as her mouth was full. I had seen movies of blow jobs and it certainly looked as if Sharon was making all the right moves. The look on his face was a picture, he was trying to be cool and hold back but Sharon’s sweet mouth was too good, he started to grunt as her head bobbed up and down taking as much of his thick shaft as she could. Suddenly he grabbed her head and held on his sperm erupted into her mouth. She spluttered and gagged as she was made to swallow it or choke but, game girl, she swallowed every last drop.
He pulled out his obscene looking cock out of her mouth and pushed the other guy to one side, lay on the bed, and place himself right in the middle. Sharon rolled over and sat astride him; he was still as hard as ever and she eased herself over him slowly impaling herself on his cock. She had to do it slowly to be able to stretch and accommodate such a huge thing but eventually she had taken his full length. Her eyes were tightly closed and I could hear her gasp several times as she took it, indeed, I think she had held her breath at times; I know I held mine.
I watched her wiggle and settle squashing his hairy balls and then, obviously now comfortable, she started to really enjoy it. I watched amazed as she gently moved up and down, side to side and even a circling motion. She leaned forwards getting full contact with her clit on his pubic bone.
Her movements were fairly small but it appeared very effective, she was really enjoying his cock and knew how to use her inner cunt muscles for them both to get the maximum pleasure. It was such a pleasure to watch someone almost pleasuring herself; all her movements and actions were for her own pleasure, her eyes stayed tightly closed, her smile was sometimes interrupted by a look that said the fat cock was stretching her to the max. Each movement was accompanied by a sigh, which slowly turned into a purr followed by grunts then cries as once again her body tensed up as a huge climax began to build.
Suddenly she was bouncing on him, that huge cock filling every part of her and crying out as she came, I had never seen her so animated.
Sharon collapsed and fell off him but her ‘ordeal’ wasn’t over for he roughly took hold of her, lifted her onto her hands and knees before he took her doggy fashion. The was no finesse in the way he thrust into her, if she wanted to be fucked hard then this is just what she was getting. She almost screamed at each thrust.
I realised that the first guy had come and sat alongside me on the sofa. I didn’t dare make a move not wishing to disturb the moment so I was a tad confused when he said, “Do you want to taste your wife’s pussy?”
The way he said it wasn’t much a request but rather he was giving me a command. For the want of avoiding conflict I sort of said, “Yes” and with that he swung me around so that I now had my back to the bed. He stood in front of me with his cock in his hand and said, “Well, get on your knees and taste this.” He didn’t wait for an answer, he forced his stiff cock towards my mouth. I had felt helpless all the way through this and before I could do anything his cock was in my mouth still sticky with his cum and Sharon’s juices.
I’ve never felt so humiliated. I couldn’t see what was happening but could only hear my wife’s cries as she was being so brutally fucked. I knew that they were not cries of pain or complaint, she would not complain, they were cries of pure raw sexual pleasure, this was what she so wanted.
I could taste Sharon on the cock fucking my mouth … I was actually enjoying this, I had never been involved with any guy like this but now I was excited and aroused and I started to suck him. There was no way I could bring myself to deep throat him so I used my tongue on the smooth fat knob that was filling my mouth. In the background Sharon’s cries were getting louder and closer together as her pounding intensified.
It was listening to the noises that Sharon was making I think that had such an effect on me, I had never felt so aroused in my life before. There I was, wanking myself, giving a guy a blow job and listening to my wife’s cries as she was being fucked good and hard. I came first but Man A was a full minute behind me before he shot his cum into my mouth. Yes, I swallowed it and it tasted good. I never thought I would say that.
I’m not sure exactly when it was when Sharon came because as she was continually crying out even before the fat cock in her cunt flooded her womb with his sperm. He was relatively quiet and just grunted, the bastard. I thought he should have shown more gratitude toward Sharon.
They both stood up and quickly pulled on their swimming trunks. Without so much more than a hastily muttered “Thanks” they left leaving Sharon a mess, the bed a mess, the room was a mess and me still on my knees, a mess wondering what the fuck had just happened.
I turned to look at Sharon and saw she had a smile on her face which just conveyed the message that she had just had the fuck of her life and, for now, was well satisfied. She look back at me kneeling there and I guess my cum-smeared face confirmed that to her that I was just where she wanted me to be.
Sharon slept for the rest of that afternoon and through the night. I sat and watched her for most of the time and that smile never left her face and lips once.
We shall be going home in a few days time having had what has been a wonderful holiday. For sure we still have the problems and pressures of selling and moving house to contend with but as a compensation I know that Steve will be available to make her happy and take her mind off things.
I also wonder if he would mind and let me suck his cock!
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