I met my husband in shoal, I had been on the gymnastics squad at school so was very agile and quite petite. Even though he wasn't a athlete Pete was in nifty physical shape, strong and muscular. We weren't in the same twelvemonth he was 3 years erstwhile. I lost my virginity to him on my 16th birthday and we got married on my 21st birthday. We had tried to start a family, but we had prolificacy outlet, so we just carried on as a childless, married couple. His menage were reasonably wealthy, we had enough money so no mortgage and no worry. Pete worked hard and I was his stay at home wife.

It was 10 years later, we were celebrating our anniversary. We had been out for a repast and had had sex twice that night ( I said we had sex, not made erotic love ), he was a good married man but all we ever did was have sex, a straightaway missionary office shag, then he would cast over and go to slumber. In our first few long time together it was twice every night, but then we fell into the"married routine ”, some weeks, I was lucky if we had sex at all.…….


Chapter 1

…….So, the morning after the night before, Sunday around 9:30, I stirred sensing Pete was already awaken. I felt him knelt up on the bed behind me. I had slept on my left side, naked, with my weapons system up in front of my face. He leaned over me and started to kiss the back of my rightfield cubitus. Not passionate or sloppy kisses. More like the pennant off a butterfly stroke, eccentric buss, lenient and gentle, even sensual.

He slowly moved upwards towards my articulatio humeri, I lay there motionless. I wasn't awake, or asleep, sort of in that lucid state. But I still, could smell out his every trace, his lips delicately wafting over my naked flesh. Slowly he moved down from my shoulder down my back, well not in the middle, but also not on my side. He continued down, over my hips and down my second joint. At this point I helped him out a slight, I started to stir a little more out of my slumber and I stretched out my correctly leg to its retentive duration possible.

He continued to osculate down my second joint, with each butterfly like kiss I got tingles through my breakwater and pelvis. He had never done anything like this before and I thought back to that time ( he thought I had been looking for his secret ). You see I knew he had a locked drawer in his den and in it he kept his collection of telecasting and magazines. I had observed him late one Nox jerking off whilst watching a movie. That turned me on so much but why would he not do those form of things to me ?

He kissed behind my knee and I had to give a chemical reaction, it was uncontrollable, you see that was my orgasm spot. On the odd occasion when it wasn't a quick, ( missionary office ) nookie, I received. If he decided to advance my leg over his firm muscular berm, and then force his body on top of my supple slightly built frame, he could make me orgasm just by touching the backrest of my knee and if he touched behind both knees I could squeeze out too ! ! ! Oh my god could I force out. So now he continued to advance down my sura to my ankle, then across the top of my refined size of it 4 foot, pausing for a secondly or two.

Cautiously he started to throw out up my calfskin and around to my knee. I stirred once Thomas More, this meter moving my exit leg outwards at veracious angles to my rectify one. I think he knew I was getting to a greater extent and more awake with each soft and sensual buss. Progressing up my second joint with his tender butterfly kisses, I moaned, I was about to orgasm, something I hadn't done in a long sentence. I moved my right leg out now, it looked like it had had an line of reasoning with my left leg. They could not have been far apart. I sensed his hot hint on the inside build of my second joint, and his scratchy overnight stubble, but it was scratchy in a good way, not hard like when he had just forgot to plane. By this time I was fully awaken and getting nearer and nearer to orgasm.

I could smell my own dark-skinned fragrance. I had smelled it before, after using my toys. Pete bought me toys and let me experience"solely fourth dimension ”, as he called it, I think that was his way of condoning himself jerking and fantasising with those video, ( little did I know ). His nozzle now nudged and nuzzled the fleshy folds of my love epithelial duct. I took the deepest breath I could, through my nose my olfactory dope went into overuse. It was a combination of my"Christian Dior ”, Pete's"Joop"and my damp pussy. Surely Pete must be capable to smell out the sweet yet swarthy fragrancy. I moaned my delight, moved first my left leg followed by my right, so both second joint were over his broad, muscular shoulders. I felt his tongue start to dig into me, pushing my lips out of the way, before he proceeded to lap at my juices, I knew we were in the throws of passion but deep down I needed to know what had triggered such a sensationally arousing, even erotic session from him. As I have said he was a quick shag and curl over character of guy.

I bent my right leg thanks to all those gym classes, ( keeping my soundbox very quick all these years later ) so my toe could play with his ear, I knew that would get him going some more. He knew what I was doing too, he knelt up onto his haunches, still with my thigh draped around his neck and berm like a scarf joint. Then I felt his hands, potent, dogged, rugged hired man. The fingers pushing deep, into the diffuse, peachy figure of my bum. Then when both thumbs were in the centre adjacent to each other they inserted themselves. Deep into my passion portal vein. Pulling my soaking wet backtalk apart to leave his luscious spit to lap at me like a pup laps at his professional. I screamed some lewdness at him, I squeezed my thigh together gripping around his potent, fast neck. As wave after moving ridge of throbbing surged through my mole, my clit pulsated to the rhythm of my pound up heart and Pete's breathing time got hotter and heavier. With one final gasp I screamed tensed then relaxed, with a shudder into a heap on the bed. Oh god what an orgasm…….


Chapter 2

…….After ten or fifteen instant we had both had a little nap and our hot physical structure and external respiration had almost returned to formula. I found myself rolled onto my left side again. Pete again was knealing on his haunches behind me reaching over, further this sentence. He reached down towards my bottom bed-side draftsman. Where he pulled out my cony, he checked the batteries and settled back onto his haunches. Now he started to run his finger along the length of my body from just below my arm, across my waistline and onto my hip. Once at my hip his hand moved down across my tingling belly towards my pubic hair,"well it would if I didn't shave regularly ”. Even though Pete and I had an average couple's sex animation, I didn't like pubic hair on a cleaning lady. So I kept it shaven.

His large-minded right wing hand moved towards the point where my legs met my torso, where all consenting adult get their most fun. Meanwhile his allow hand had started up my coney, I could here it buzzing but kept my center closed as I didn't want to get laid where it was going to bring down, then. The pinna came into contact with my already erect proper nipple. I immediately tensed up, almost breaking Pete's finger's breadth with the pressure, off my thighs and in my bulwark area. I screamed out Pete's name and orgasmed straight away, I must not have fully relaxed from the earlier encounter. As I rolled onto my back Pete was still knealing, his nine column inch sticking out to attention, just like a soldier. I rolled over further and down slightly, taking his erect love musculus in my mitt. I made a gooey noise and said"well is mummy's picayune soldier all alone"and with that I opened my lip, stuck out my tongue and slowly stroked the entire length, from tip to ball pouch. Pete's centre rolled back and he tensed up slightly. I hatched my plan.

As I have mentioned previously, Pete wasn't a jockstrap but he did look after himself, gym twice a week and a sizeable dieting. Now this 34 year old was on his knees with his nine inch shaft wall hanging over me. I was salivating at the thoughts of this lump of man gist pumping creamy hot sperm all over me. But I realised he would need some encouragement. But what to do I thought with a wry smile, my left manus started to rise up his torso"not quite a airstream board, but hey ho, it was here and free ”. My mighty script kept the house grip it already had on his tool. My tongue started its merry dancing, over his purple head and around the mad apple end. Then slowly along his nervure encrusted shaft. My left hand finally found its goal, his teat. He didn't suffer from man breast, but he had a nicely honed chest with big pecks. With a twirl around his nipple and a quick emergency I got his attention once again and he took an enormous intimation in. after playing with his chest and nipple, whilst my tongue titilated his twitching tool. Then I could see the 1st foretoken a small damp blob, emanating from the tip of his member. It was his pre cum succus and I lapped them up.

What could I do to him that was going to collapse him to a greater extent pleasure, my leftfield script moved slowly downwards, as his body tensed. He arched his vertebral column and made all his muscles stand out more. My mouth moved up away from his cock, so I started to give him the Saami butterfly stroke kisses he had started with this morning. Up and down his taught wash board abdomen. Letting my natural language tickle around his navel. He was in seventh nirvana but what adjacent, I felt around with my leftfield hand, finally I got it. My rabbit was in my clutches, his horny body was mine I was going to taste his hot cum too ( for the firstly time ) as I had never blown him off before, he was more a wham, bam, thank you mam, kind of guy. I switched the toy on very slowly he could obviously hear it and soon he would be feeling it. The large bulbous head of my rabbit rally and tustled, with his egg. Then the ears went to mould, they join military unit with my tongue, taking his 9 inch throbbing love duration to immediate stimulation. More pre cum oozed out of his blotto opening move, so I turned up the speed. Surely he was unable to tense up much more but he did. Realising the reaction I had just got, I turned my rabbit up full, he took a massive uptake of breath filling his lungs, in fact every ounce of his being. Tensing every brawniness and brawniness. I felt his toothsome tool start to throb, and got my mouth ready to taste and swallow his cum. He breathed in even harder and then relaxed and exploded his red hot creamy burden. It went everywhere, up my nostrel's, in my hair, all over my lips, spit so I licked and lapped it up. Tasting all his salty man juice. I was in heaven. We both collapsed our bodies entwined as one, so what happens next…….


Chapter 3

…….around thirty min later, I stirred once again from my delirious sex craved state. Never before had I had such an adrenalin fuelled orgasm, I sensed Pete wasn't around. I thought I heard him talking,"maybe he was on the phone"I hadn't heard it ring, maybe he was phoning individual. But, what a funny story thing to do, bring me to two pose orgasms. Then blow his come all over me, get up and phone someone. I closed my center, for whatever he had in fund for me, in the next academic term this anniversary. I wanted it to be amazing and the full-grown surprise possible. So what happened next.

fountainhead I kept my eyes closed, I had heard Pete's voice but no other. He re-entered the bedroom and I could here him whispering,"I brought you a drink"he said as he was on my side of the bed. I stirred, sat up and took a generous taste, it was pee but cold and refreshing. I was looking at his tattoos he had a tribal design all down the right hand side of his shoulder, down his arm to just above the elbow and all down his torso, through his right groin area and right leg. It was an aborigional infill pattern and I must say it suited his toned and honed body. He had slight sexual love grip as he sat in front line of me, partially hunched over. I noticed he had had a new bit of tattoo done, it was a jigsaw puzzler piece of music, just in the right groin orbit, where previously he had had an open space.

I sensed individual enter the bedroom behind me. I turned one shot it was a woman, she was totally naked. I was immediately drawn visually to her left jetty area. She too had a tattoo of a jigsaw piece ever so slightly different to Pete's. Pete said"Sarah, this is Claire ”, but who was she ? Pete continued"Claire is my schoolmarm & she is here to stool dearest to my wife ”, I was stunned. Pete had a mistress and I didn't know or suspect. I was a little appal to say the to the lowest degree, I wanted to force out, I wanted to shout, but neither manifested. Claire came and lay on the bed, she started to stroke my nude dead body, I tensed up and was very nervous about her being finis. Pete spoke"Claire has borrowed a tattoo gun and you are getting your beginning ink, now ”, I didn't know what to say, I wasn't against tattoo's just never thought of having one myself. I felt hazy and semifinal witting, then fell backwards onto the bed, I had been drugged.

When I woke a little while later, I had a combustion scratchy feeling on my left helping hand position of my mole,"hush and keep still"a voice said softly. It continued"You now have a tattoo it's the side by side piece to Pete's scroll saw, mine is the piece from the early side ”. I want to hold my first gay woman action,"Pete has gone to get the telecasting tv camera gear up"Claire continued. Had I heard her right, she wanted a tribade session with me whilst my husband of ten age filmed our encounter. I didn't even know he had a video camera. Then he entered the way. All three of us were still naked, but it didn't stage any of us, was I coming round of drinks to the fact Pete had a fancy woman, that I had had the most amazing sunup of animal even sexual encounter, ever. Claire touched my mammilla,"it will all be alright"she said,"I am new to all this too, I only found out Pete was married yesterday ”. I couldn't believe it all. My headway was spinning.

Pete set up the camera on its tripod, then got a endorse photographic camera, a hand held one, oh my god, he was going for this one hundred percent. Claire whispered softly"what other toys do you have ? ”, I reached down and opened my freighter draftsman, and there they were on presentation,"oh Pete bought me that one too ”, she said pointing at a neat big Shirley Temple one,"do you mind sharing ? ”, she continued. In the space of the cobbler's last one-half hour I had been drugged, tattooed, found out my husband had a mistress, a camcorder and bought two of the like case of vibrator for us both, my caput was in a complete whirl.

natural action Pete bellowed out, he was now directing us in a sex setting. Claire had checked the barrage fire here and now earlier, but now she started to touch, pinch and snog my erect nipples. Oh it felt full, but I longed for Pete to be with me, make the most of it I said to myself, he will be with you in a piece. Claire continued with her horny advances, along my cute and quite petite breasts they were only 36C but they were all natural And Pete liked them, well that is what he had always said now I didn't know. Claire's white meat were about a 42DD but they suited her athletic 5'10"frame. She used the big black India rubber dildo on me, she made me very wet between my ramification, but no orgasm.

She withdrew the dildo and continued. She was strong yet sensual, when she kissed me. A parsimony only a woman could give I guess ( a fair sex knows what turns a woman on, so that's what they do to you ). Slowly Claire moved her hand lower, down past my belly button, over my tummy, down across my denudate surface area and into my hot love life valley. She slipped a finger inside, I gasped, then another. Followed by a third and fourth. I spread my wooden leg wide, Pete could never finger me with four fingers, his hired man was way too big. But here was Claire four fingerbreadth in deep and her thumb rubbing my clit, her heart fingerbreadth stretched out to reach my most inner entry. I screamed, with pleasure…….


Chapter 4

…….Claire's tender, slender finger were all the way inside me. Pete sidling around the bedroom with a camcorder in his manus, a second television camera mounted and fixed on a tripod. My husband's schoolma'am was leaned over me, she could easily over mightiness me as she had such a warm gymnastic frame ( not manly though ) and boy was she in command. Pete gave Claire a present, she withdrew her yearn fingerbreadth out of my damp love slot, licked them dry and proceeded to unfold the face. We both eagerly anticipated its contents, she opened the package, and peered inside. Claire smiled with glee and turned to Pete, proclaiming, just what I always wanted. She pulled the contents out into the unfastened, squealing it's a strap on ! Could my day get any outre ?

Claire stood up, and stepped into the opening on the strap on, it had a large penis to the straw man but also a belittled penis on the inside complete with nubs all over to rub and stimulate the wearer's clitoris and be intimate hole. She pulled it up fully, that's when her demeanour changed. Claire barked at me"ON YOUR KNEES AND principal DOWN ”, I now became less well-heeled, I did as Claire demanded. I sensed she was behind me, Pete was stalking us around the sleeping accommodation. Claire leaned down and clobber my cunt, I had only ever had Pete lick me and never very often. But now Claire was in cathexis, I was grinding onto her human face, enjoying her touch, her tongue, her womanly charms. She then knelt up, took the shoulder strap on in her hired man, and spit on it, rubbed this in with her hand and repeated twice.

Then I felt her enter me. I was so turned on, I was excreting my body fluid all over a sex toy, this was attached to the mistress of my husband, whilst he videoed us in action. Claire reached in and shove her thumb into my slot. Her second pollex reached in and probed my arse, going in recondite until I moaned, from the deepest recess of my stomach. My bitch was dripping by now, the scent of my mouldy break pickle, I felt the upsurge, a tactual sensation like I had never felt before, was it because it wasn't Pete ? Was it because it was his mistress ? Or was it because it was a sex toy probing me ? I wasn't in control ! My senses went into overdrive yet again, I screamed out, felt my love canal tense up, it started to thrill and a pure epinephrin surge went through my body ! Then I collapsed into the bed once again, my heart pounding with such force I thought it would break out of my chest.

My consistency calmed back down to its unconstipated regular recurrence, Pete came over,"I have paused our pic, for this next tantrum, we are doing things unlike ”, he continued"Claire take the strap-on off, Sarah put it on ”."it's now your crook to master your lesbian striver, Sarah"he said. So we moved around and I put the strap-on on, it was damp to the touch and I first felt the clitoris stimulator. I immediately found it stimulating I was now the owner of a massive tool. I had a kick at my beck and call and my husband was happy. I ordered her to stray onto her back, she did. I went down on her, licking out her pussy, I opened her backtalk with my finger's breadth, and inhaled her wet chess opening. Oh god it was so vivid, I was in receptive overdrive, I could now dart my tongue into her pussy, she squealed like a little girl. I imagined my Pete where I was now, breathing the sweaty musky odour of this fair sex. I knew zippo about her, for all I know she knew everything about me, the only if person who knows everything is walking round the bedroom with a camera, filming the action.

I rose from her wet hollow and started to osculate her belly, moved slowly upwards to her ample pap and started to caress them. My tongue darted and licked at her tit. She arched her back to meet my rise and I placed my full body upon her. As I lowered my trunk over hers, I inserted the end of the strap-on dildo into her slippery expansion slot. And immediately felt the clitoris stimulator imperativeness into my most sensitive area. I squeaked with delight, Claire started to writhe with delight but as I only had a slight frame, I was in fearfulness of being thrown off, like a rodeo bullshit throwing its rider. Then Pete approached me from behind, spat onto his raise phallus and inserted it into my tight virginal arse. I was now the jam in a Claire and Pete sandwich…….


Chapter 5

…….I jabbing forwards into Claire then backwards onto Pete. What a touch sensation, again forwards and backwards, I started a prissy rhythm. Each fourth dimension I looked forwards into Claire's eyes, sometimes they looked bass into mine, other sentence she looked over my shoulder at Pete. I increased my pace as my heart rate pulsed, deeper and deeper, forwards and back. Faster and faster, I was getting wet but nowhere near an orgasm. Claire however, now there was an sexual climax waiting to go on. I quickened my pace, thrusting into her and back onto Pete. Her breathing spell started to heave, Pete's too on the back of my neck, this was great. I was the filling, in their orgasm sandwich. I was fully in kick. I thrust harder and deeper, my tempo increased further. My soaked asshole gripping around Pete's shaft in out, in out, up down, up down. Their ventilation got shallower not even panting fully now, just like when a dog had been on a firm run, but without their clapper hanging out. I knew it, just a few more knife thrust and I would win, my clit was wet, too wet. I was turned on, but, this time I was going to fulfil them both. In out, in out I rocked faster and faster, harder and harder, their breathing changed, in out, in out, faster and faster and then in unison, you might even say stereo system. They both tensed up then exhaled and with a loud cry they shouted"OH….. MY…… GOD….. ”. I felt Pete's length outset to pump, throbbing into my asshole, Claire was riding, writhing, squirming, into her cryptical orgasm. Pete collapsed onto me and I collapsed under his body weight onto Claire, his cum oozing out of my arsehole and Claire's overweight panting and hot breath in my ear.

We rested for a while, then I motioned for Pete to tramp off, which he did and I climbed off Claire. I needed some food, what time was it ? I looked at the clock, a piddling after noontide. I walked into the kitchen, Pete surfaced, Claire too. I said I needed a little morsel to eat………….. nothing ponderous I couldn't stomach anything grievous. Claire and Pete sat at the table, I suggested a yoghurt, Pete screwed his face up but Claire smiled and said"yes please, any flavour ”. As we were eating our yoghurt Pete's tool, appeared to be sad, hanging limp and lifeless. Looking down at the floor, I looked across at Claire and caught her eye. I motioned with my eyes towards Pete's groin. She stood up appearing to walk to the sink. As she passed him she looked down to see his sad member looking so forlorn. She dripped the remnant of her yoghurt right into Pete's lap, bullseye, it landed right on his extremity. He jumped up, shouting"you daft bugger ”. Claire slyly looked at him, bent down onto her knees and started to bat the yoghurt off him. He sat back down on the chair a smirky grin on his boldness, I thought we girls needed to teach him a thing or two.

Once he was seated, Claire straddled his thigh, her hot wet lips immediately sliming where she sat and her finger nail dig into his chest just enough to ache but not enough to break in the skin."I have something to soothe the hurting"I said, he looked at me and said"please ”. I took my yoghourt pot and poured it over his tattooed pecks, Claire went into overdrive. She covered him with sloppy kisses and lapped at his heavy pulsing bureau. This got him so aroused, he rose from the chair grasping under Claire's buttocks and carried her, astride him back to the chamber. He placed her down on the bed and lowered his strong muscular dead body on top of her, he entered her wet slippery jam ( very easily ) and when he was balls oceanic abyss, he lifted her leg over his shoulders. I was envious, god I was jealous. Once he had her pegleg where he wanted them he rolled forward once again, doubling Claire up so her calfskin were almost by her ears, I thought ( if that had been me, I could have wrapped my legs behind my own head word ) I was still that supple. Once he was comfortable and dependable ( well he thought he was ) I quietly crept into the sleeping room, you see I hadn't removed the strap-on and now it was his turn of events.

I crawled onto the bed behind him, the strap-on still glistening with Claire's succus. I lifted onto my invertebrate foot so I was squatted behind him and slowly and surely started to recruit him. He looked over his articulatio humeri and winked, I was shocked, had he planned this all along. I rode him deep, bareback, humping his very being. I scrapped my nails down his strong muscular back, he seemed to like this too. What could I do, my hubby of ten twelvemonth knew my every move before I made it, I withdrew the strap-on almost to the point where it would diminish out, then thrust it back in him. It took his breath away slightly, so I did it again. A little harder then harder still. He was panting hard and making moaning noises ( pleasure or pain ), I wasn't sure. I got my pollex, this nail was slightly retentive than my finger, I pressed it hard against the rim of his arse and he screamed. Now this clip I knew, it was pain and I loved giving it to him…….


Chapter 6

…….His adrenalin kicked in by now and the annoyance seemed to lessen. So I withdrew, I removed the strap-on, and joined them once again on the bed. Claire's ramification still over Pete's strong shoulder, Pete humping her very regular. I looked at his ball sack, it was bashing against Claire's twat and rump. I said out loud"you misfortunate affair, do you want some attention"and with that I opened my mouth and took his sack in. Pete was delighted, you see he trimmed his pubic whisker neatly also under his arms, but as for the sleep of him he was hairless. At the gym where he attended, they had a training quickness, and once a month he had a waxing and massage.

I had figure of speech going through my mind once again. What serving did Pete, get at the gym I thought. He always came back refreshed, my mind wandered. You see I went to a gym, about three times a month, just a meek workout for me and ladies only, Pete insisted on that. But his was a mixed facility, and I thought what if the ravisher therapist's, were female and offered, extra's. The thought process washed over me, did he get former flush, a blonde beauty, after inflicting nuisance by waxing him. Massaging his taught body then stroking him and giving his cock a rub, a sucking, or even straddling him and riding him. This sentiment turned me on, I started to masturbate myself, sucking his glob, fingering myself and getting very, very wet. I brought myself off this time, to a quiet but truly fulfilled orgasm.

Pete was now pumping harder in spite of appearance Claire, she was moaning deliriously, with joy I hope. I couldn't go along his sac in my mouth, so I got up, found the camcorder and urge track record. As I stepped around the bed filming the two of them fucking each former like two rabbits, on heat. They both worked up into frenzy ; moaning, groaning, sweating and swearing at each former. Until the two of them, finally orgasmed together. Pete rolled off and onto his back, Claire rolled towards him, raising one leg to rub his hot sweaty thigh and I put the camera down, to crawl across the bed to be on his other side. Replicating Claire's pose with my leg rubbing his early thigh, Pete spoke"I am so glad you two get on ”, he continued"you see Claire's term of a contract is up on her flat and I want her to move in with us ”."she can have the spare room, for most of the time and we can take in threesome's once a month ”."What do you think, Sarah ”, he said and with that we all fell in to a deep restful sleep, with angelical dream of our end few hours of exploits.

The end .