The true story of my married woman 's first step into a wider earthly concern

At the time of this narration, Sarah and I had been married for some 18 years. So far, we had had a glad and conventional marriage, nothing out of the average. Our sex animation had developed with time and was now near enjoyable.

It had not always been that way. Sarah's mother had been a total prude, quite prissy in her outlook, also sulfurous and twisted. Sarah was told, from an early on age, that 'Sex was sordid, messy and disgusting but was one of those affair that a wife had to put up with as persona of her obligation ”. Yes, she actually used the news duty. acerate leaf to say, Sarah was an only child.

She had been much under her mother's thumb, only really getting any real number freedom when she went to university. She was, of track, a virgin when we met and actually sill one when we married. Which was as soon as she had finished university. I was 28, she was 21, 5'3 ”, very pretty, nicely rounded with beautiful bosom and was gravid fun to be with ( over the years she has put on weight, her tit have got a lot, lot larger but she is still very aphrodisiacal and large fun ).

It took several years of matrimony to get her to lose the transfuse prohibition and to get to the degree where she would not only revel sex but would start things that she had been taught were ‘ disgusting and perverted ’. She adored wearing sexy clothing, wig and lowering makeup and generally acting the slut in the concealment of the bedroom. We often discussed our fantasies. I would often tell her I wanted to see her being fucked another man or even men, how I wanted to see her on her genu sucking another guy off and then laying back spreading her legs, guiding his cock into her twat and letting him bed her while I watched. At first, she seemed shocked by this but quickly accepted it and would get together in and describe what she wanted to do with another man. When we had these discourse she would often ask if I really wanted her to become a such a slut and I would say I did This always turned us both on and usually heralded a heated session between the sheets.

Though I often fantasised about watching her fucking former men, I always considered that it was just one of those things you talked about to bring supernumerary spice to those suggest moments. After all, outside those time in the bedroom, Sarah usually appeared, to the world, to be rather mincing and a quite prudish. If you asked most of our neighbour, they would probably describe her as being very strait laced, highly strung or standoffish. She is, after all, on several village committees and does work for several local charities. All that changed one June Saturday evening.

Bob was a neighbor. He was unity, a farmer in his other thirties who lived on the household farm with his previous brother, his sister in law and his aged mother. We first met when he did some excavation work in the garden, and we had all become good booster. We'd get together from prison term to time for a schmoose and a drink and he was always round at some point over Christmastide, to get a pause from his home. On the close affair, Sarah, drunk and fully of Christmas cheer, grabbed him as he was leaving, ground her body against his, pulled his head down and gave him a long snog, glossa and all, under the mistletoe. His hand found its way inside her top, copping a good smell if her titmouse. As he did so she had washed-up his zip, slid her hand into his jean and was rubbing his cock. I started to get excited but they both seemed to realise what they were doing. He withdrew his hand and she broke away, looking flushed. He pulled up his zip and he left, smiling.

Sarah's birthday had been in the Midweek and and we had invited him over on the Sabbatum even assist celebrate. He arrived about seven bringing her a present tense of a l bottle of Polish vodka, which she loves. By eight, he and I had each sunk three or four Sn of beer each while Sarah had sunk over a third base of the vodka. All was very relaxed and mellowly, with lots laughter and joking. The conversation, as it always did, had started mildly, got rather smutty and ended up becoming loaded with double meanings. Sarah was always very relaxed with Bob and was, as usual, flirting outrageously with him - more so that nighttime because of the drink. He was responding in kind and the backchat had got smuttier and very sexual. I could see her getting Thomas More and to a greater extent flushed. It had started in her cheek and had spread down over her plentiful cleavage, as it always does when she has had a few drinkable - and she had had more than a few.

Bob went to relieve himself of the beer he'd been swilling. Sarah dropped onto my lap and put her arms round my neck, kissed me and whispered"I'm feeling randy, all this unsportsmanlike talk makes me so horny, it makes me want to fuck ”. She was snuggling against me ; her pap were hard and very noticeable. I started to encounter with one of them and she kissed me gruelling, her natural language going deep into my mouth. I gave the pap another operose pinch. I love teasing her when she gets like that, especially when we ca n't stick to through on it. She gets so discomfited and hornier than ever.

"well, you'll have to hold off until later"

"How much later ? I'm all wet and horny now. I want to be fucked !"

"You'll have to await ‘ til Bob's gone ”.

She smiled wickedly"What if I can't wait that long ?"

I laughed,"You'll just have to. We can't vanish upstairs leaving him to wait ‘ til we've finished fucking. It'd be crude and not at all fairly, unless,"I joked"you are aiming to be a good hostess and fuck him as well ?"She was about to reply when Bob came back into the room which put an end to the discussion. He apologised for interrupting, she just laughed, got off my lap and started to get out the room. I said"While you're up, can wreak us a duo more than beers please ”.

"I'm not going to the kitchen, I'm off to the loo, anyway what do you retrieve I am, a barmaid ?"

"No"I said"you aren't dressed right for a barmaid."

Bob smirked and said,"With a name like yours, I can easily envisage you as an old-hat tavern bird, all laced up top with your dope almost falling out of your frock - always cook to ‘ serve'her customers ! ”.

She flushed and put her heading on one side."So, you want to see me walking daily round with my tits hanging out, do you ?"

He laughed."Well….as you're asking, I'd like to see more of them ”.

She stuck her tongue out at him."In your dreaming. But, if you can wait ‘ til I came down again, I'll see about your beers, or you can get off your fat arses and get them yourselves ! ”.

A good while later we heard her come down the stairs and she called to ask if we still wanted the beers. We said yes and heard her head for the kitchen. When she came back into the waiting area all we could do was gaze in amazement. She wore heavy mascara, scarlet lipstick, her hair was down and she was wearing a skimpy, pitch blackness, maid's apparel, black stockings, gallus and orange red shoes with five-inch dog. That she wore naught else was fairly obvious as there is very little to it and it's practically see-through. Her full advanced shape was shown off to great reward. Her tits were straining against the lacings and her mamilla seemed to be trying to burst through the material. She had seen our stunned looks, gave a grime chuckle and started grinning broadly.

"Sorry I don't have a tavern wenches'outfit, this is the nearest I can happen,"She held her arms high gear and all-inclusive, a tin in each deal, and turned slowly bout. The raised munition caused the dress to hike up, clearly confirming the fact that she wore nothing underneath it."will it do ?"

Neither of us said a word. Bob sat there doing an opinion of a Carassius auratus and I probably looked much the Sami. I was so amazed at the visual sense of her. It wasn't just the outfit ; she knows I like her to dress in tarty make up and sexy clothing, and this was an getup she frequently wore to tease/please me. It was the fact that she was wearing it now, in straw man of Bob and the way she was behaving. Ok, she was somewhat drink, but it was so totally out of persona. I have to say, she looked fantastic, standing there like that, flaunting herself. Only in my crazy fantasy had I ever imagined that she would do anything like that. I felt hard, tidal bore and excited, but I was incertain what this was leading. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I had visual modality of her suddenly panicking and scooting out of the room having wound both of us wound up. How wrong I was.

She came over to me and, bending from the pelvic girdle, placed my can on the coffee bean table. To see what she would do I reached forwards and gave the bow of the trouncing on her dress a tug. With the pressure of her tits behind it, the front burst candid and her sizable tits spilled one-half out. I pulled them totally free of any material and gave one of her nipples a tweak. She smiled ran her knife along her top lip.

"I want to be a really, really, really good hostess ”.

I nodded and said"Go on then ”. Grinning broadly, she stepped round me and turned to face up Bob. Leaning across the table tits swinging, she put his beer down. I now got the view that Bob had just been treated to as she waggled her arse, almost in my human face. There was her naked cunt, ripe and glistening wet. So, I stroked a digit down its lips. She sighed and placed her hands onto Bob's knees for support.

As she stood there, I stroked her then slipped a duet of fingers in to her wetness. At first, she gasped and stiffened, and then she started to shake back and Forth so that she was thrusting against my script, forcing my fingerbreadth deeper, her mammilla swinging back and forth. Bob sat staring ; his optic glued to them.

She looked him straight in the eye."Well, do you like my tits ? You're always staring at them, youv'e copped a feel of them more than once and you did say you wanted to see more of them. Well, now they're all the way out. Are they big enough for you ? Do you like my big saggy fun bag ?"She jiggled them in his case. He tried to say that that wasn't what he had meant but she just laughed and said"liar ”. She swung herself away from my questing fingers and looked round at me.

She had a athirst look on her face, she smirked and turned back towards Bob. Straightening up, she pushed the table out of the way."I think you do like them, at to the lowest degree the bulge in your pant says you do ”. She ran her hired hand over his crotch"Hmmm, as I thought, they've made you good and gruelling. I like a hard cock ”. Kneeling down between his leg she undid his trouser. His prick sprang out. She looked a little sandbag. It was big, longer and thicker than mine."Oh my God ! That's beautiful, it's so big, it makes my sassing water"So saying she ran the tip of her clapper along the intact length of it's under side. He shuddered as if hit by an electric shock. She lowered her promontory, opened her mouth astray and started to devour it, her lips leaving and vermilion hoop along it's length. He lay back on the lounge with a smell of bliss on his typeface.

She has a fantastic way with her sass and glossa, the best I have ever known. She loves sucking my cock and always swallows. She sucked and licked at his rooster."Is that right ?"He gave a please grunt. Then she wrapped her beautiful saggy ‘ G'cup tits round his cock and started to knead it with them."See, they're not just for decoration. Do you like my big saggy tits wrapped round down your dick ?"She licked the tip and he moaned. I could see he was on the verge of shooting his load when she stopped. He gave a whimper.

Sitting back on her heels she looked him in the eye and said, archly"Let 's see, you've seen my boob and I've sucked your cock ; what 's side by side ? Ah yes, ... .... do you want to beat that cock inside me ? Do you want fuck me now ?"He looked startled"It's Ok, toilet won't head. He's always saying he wants to watch me getting fucked. He'll really get off watching me propagate my peg for a shaft this big. So, do you want to fuck me ? ”.

He gave a smother dissonance and looked at me. I nodded and said"Go on, be my guest - give her a good screwing ”.

He said"Yes ! Oh God yes. I wan na fuck you ! ”.

She grinned and practically ripped his trouser and boxers off. She kicked off her skid, sprang on to his lap, grasped his dick and inserted it as she straddled him. As he entered her, she gave a trashy pant and her eyes were all-encompassing."Oh God he's so big, it's filling me up !"As I said, he was bigger than me but she was so juiced up that she slid easily down his entire duration, gasping all the piece. Then when he was all the way in, she started rising up and down

I had long dreamed of seeing another man's cock violating my married woman but now her frock was in the way. I got up and grabbed the hem of her dress and, roughly, pulled it up. She smiled and raised her subdivision to help me. I pulled, and there was a bit of a tussle getting it over her breast, but I finally had it off. I could now see her in all her raw resplendence. I sat back, stroking my own dick while I watched his cock stretching her cunt, sliding in and out it, glistening with her juices.

She held on to the rachis of the sofa and rose up and down his prick. The boldness of her prat slapped together as she rose and slapped into his second joint as she dropped back down, they never quite seemed to stop jiggling. Sometimes she be given back and I could not see much, but when she leant forwards, I got the glorious view of his stopcock sliding in and out of her cunt, causing it to pop out. She started to twist her pelvic girdle and squirm round as she rode him. It looked so hot. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. At first it had seemed as if I was watching some live sex show. Then it really hit place. No, That was my wife ! My own dear, sweet, wife, riding another man's pecker ! She was making all those excited disturbance and pant that I knew so well, but this clock time they were being caused by someone else. I was finally getting to watch my wife getting fucked. It was fantastic.

As I said, Sarah's knocker are big and saggy with big juicy nipples that are very raw. At kickoff Bob watched, mesmerised her tit bouncing and jiggle in front of him. Then she cupped them and offered them up to him."full point just staring at them. You wanted them, for screwing sake grab them, lactate them bite them, do something with them. ”. He did as he was told, and was soon mauling one, twisting the nipple of one, while sucking and chewing in the other. Sarah likes her teat to be handled roughly. After a particularly right session they are often bruised, covered in home run and bites and very swollen-headed. I wondered what they would attend like by the end of this even.

Then she had her arms clasping toilsome round his neck, her mouth fastened to his. Her movements became jerkier, more repetitive. He had hold of her rump and was pulling her laborious against him, thrusting his pelvis forward in clock time with her. Then she started to heave and moan as an orgasm ran through her. As she shuddered, he gripped her arse so hard the skin blanched. He pulled her voiceless against him then groaned and spasmed as he shot his load. She kissed him very long and very passionately. Finally, she slid off his deflating shaft and, grinning broadly, lay back on the sofa. Her legs were wide apart, dribbling her succus and his cum over the leather.

I'd stripped off while she had been riding him. Now got between her ramification sliding my length into her sopping wet, very accommodating snatch. I rode her hard ; crushing her tits in my hired hand. I sucked and bit them hard. I was leaving marks all over them. Her tit were swollen and rock hard. She started to groan. There was no nuance. I had just watched her willingly show off herself and bonk with another man right in figurehead of me and I'd got a real flush out of watching her do it. I was hot and hard. Harder I think than I had ever been and, right now, I felt that if she wanted to act the whore, I would deal her like one. So, I rode her hard and she responded. She came again and I came with her.

I pulled out, leaving her laying back, flushed and panting hard. Her legs remained all-encompassing apart, yet more juices leaking from her cunt. She stayed that way for a few import and then, slowly, put a hired man down to her sopping cunt and brought it back covered in cum. She raised her script to her grimace and, tipping it, dribbled cum into her overt mouth. With a spirit of joy, and an appreciative, slurping strait, she sucked her fingers clean."Hmmm, I love the perceptiveness of cum."Her handwriting went back to her cunt and this clock time her fingers slipped into its inner profundity, moved around and came out cupped. and loaded with cum, which she again consumed. She repeated the mental process, her fingerbreadth delving deeper. Then, instead of eating it, she started smearing it all over her tits then proceeded to rub down it in to her flesh with both hand."That feels sooo in effect !"

Bob had stripped the rest of his clothes off and was watching her every relocation. He knelt between her wooden leg, buried his facial expression in her puss and started to puzzle out. She brought her metrical foot up on to the lounge and grasped her mortise joint. He licked between her cunt brim and around her clit. She started to answer. As she did so he slipped two fingers into her and worked them in and out. Two digit became three. Then he started to centralise on her button. He licked and sucked on it. He began gently chewing at it, all the while his fingerbreadth moved in and out in a regular rhythm. Then he had four finger in her puss while his ovolo and tongue worked on her clit. She writhed more and more. She came with a cry, her shudders making ripples run through her fulsome flesh

Bob was hard again. He pulled her off the sofa and got her onto the floor on her helping hand and knees. He got behind her and grabbed her hips."Oh yes. Fuck your bitch pooch style,"He slid easily in to her and she pushed back against him. At first her sleeve were straight but, even so, her nipples touched the footing. I watched them rub on the carpet as her tits swung in time to his thrusting. He started get into his calendar method of birth control and, as his driving force got harder her arms gradually crouch until she was face down on the carpet, tits squashed flatbed and her fat, round, good arse eminent in the air. As Bob humped her his thighs made loud slapping sounds against her and rippling ran through all her physical body.

She rolled out from under him and, pushing him back onto the level, straddled him. She started to rock slowly to and fro. I was standing close, to get a good view, and she grabbed for my dick, pulled me snug and started to suck on it, all the metre writhing on his putz. She was sucking hard, alternating the use of her mouth and lingua with her hand. I grabbed handfuls of her hair and started to fuck her mouth. My cock was slipping in to her throat and she just took it, without gagging. I only stopped so I could swallow and spray cum all over her look and hair. She paused, still straddling Bob and, grinning, ran her manus over her grimace, spreading my cum up into her hair, plastering it down.

Without withdrawing, Bob suddenly flipped her on to her rear and threw her legs over his shoulders so she was bended double. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the floor, He fucked her, slowly at first, gradually getting faster and faster. In this stead her tits were now squeezed up, on to her shoulder between her upraised arms and her aspect and, as his power increased, her titmouse started to slap against her look. She turned her fountainhead from side to side, trying to suck at each in turn as they bounced rhythm. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide, determined that Bob would get as deep as he could in to her sopping pussy. She gasped as I did this. Looked at me, eyes extensive."You'll snag me. He 's in so deeep. Oh yes ! Split me, SPLIT ME !"

Staring straight into my eyes, she started to sigh and moan, to bite her bottom lip. His speed picked up, he thrust harder. The harder he thrust the louder her groan got. He started to slack again and thrust more gently. He paused, almost pulling out. She yelled at him"Don't closure you bastard !. FUCK ME HARD - I WANT IT HARD ! She was still staring at me. She had a athirst lewd looking on her nerve. He did as she asked. He suddenly sank his total length in to her and began to ram his cock hard into her. He went slowly at first. She started chanting"FUCK ME, roll in the hay ME ass ME, FUCK ME"in prison term with his thrusts. He responded gradually getting faster. As he did so, her noises became more primitive. The"FUCK ME"became a more pharyngeal"FUCK ”. Finally this turned into a"Ugh ! Ugh !"grunting sound. Through it all her eyes had never left mine.

I had got hard again, kneeling there. I wanted to burgeon forth a lode over her as he fucked her, but my hands were occupied holding her legs wide. So I contented myself with staring into the eyes of my gorgeous wife as she was pinned to the ground, our Friend hammering her cunt while she swore and grunted like a rutting sow. Her grunting got louder and louder, her middle rolled up and her eyelid slowly closed. I saw Bob stiffen, pause for a endorse, rive almost out and then ram his stallion distance hard into her. Her oculus flew wide unfold as he did, then she gasped and let out a yell that turned to a shriek, almost a scream. Her body spasmed uncontrollably. Her flesh seemed to shake and shudder for years, her cries changing to whimpers, quietening until she came to a sudden stop, her middle closed again.

Everything was mute except for the panting of her breathing time. Bob withdrew. She lay there for several minutes, flushed and glistening with stew. Cum and juices were trickling out of her snatch, on to the carpeting. Now my helping hand were resign I quickly got to act upon on my rooster and she soon had another load of cum splattering her hair and face.

She lay there for a while then struggled to get up. We had to help her onto the sofa. She made no effort to dress, just lay back, legs apart, cum splattered, a bemused smiling on her fount. We pulled our apparel on and I fetched more deglutition and we sat for a while, He and I chatting quietly while she just lay there, still with that far away feel on her face, her leg still spread all-encompassing, occasionally putting her finger's breadth into her pussy and then sucking the cum off them.

Bob looked at his sentinel and said it was time to leave and said undecomposed nighttime. He got as far as the front room access when Sarah, cum still drying on her dead body, dressed only in her stockings, brace and shoes, ran up and kissed him passionately, standing on the front step in the undetermined doorway. He was squeezing her fanny with both hands. When she allowed him to breath again he said"You, are one hell of a fuck. ”.

"Really…you really enjoyed fucking me ?"

"Oh yes. I've wanted to get my cock in to you since we first met. I always wondered what you would be like, now I know. You are fantastic, give thanks you"

She beamed."I enjoyed it too. You can have me again, if you want me. I want your cock in me again some time, some sentence soon."

"Any meter you want it, just call up me."Then, with a final lingering kiss and a squeeze of a tit, he walked off down the campaign, turning occasionally to reckon back and Wave. She stood there on the way of life, naked, waving and blowing buss, heedless of any cable car passing in the road, until he turned out of our drive and was out if sight. She stood there for a moment and then took my arm and we walked into the house. She kissed me hard, then gathered her clothes and headed up the stairs. I stood and watched her tail wiggle as she headed up to the sleeping accommodation. Then I shut off the lights and followed her up, undressed and slid it to bed beside her. She hugged me tightly.

"God that was fantastical ! I've never cum so many times, so quickly, in such a abruptly time, or even that hard before. You have no idea how amazing it felt to experience his cock fucking my cunt while you fucked my sassing. It's something I have only ever dreamed about. I could see the lust on your face. It was variety of frightening and yet it got me so hot and wet that you were watching me and enjoying it. Was it what you wanted, did you get all the bitch you wanted watching me getting fucked ?"

"I loved every second of it. I've dreamed of seeing you with your lips round another guys cock and of watching you spreading your ramification and letting another guy skid his cock into your juicy cunt. It was better than I ever thought it could be. I could have spent hours watching and listening to you. Just knowing that it was you, knowing that my own, dear sexy wife was willingly doing all that, made me gruelling than I have ever been. The audio you made were unbelievably animal, the way you kept looking at me with that hungry look on your face, all the time I was holding your wooden leg wide as he fucked you, was out of this world ”.

"You'd said, often enough, how wanted to watch me getting fucked, but I was scared that you might not really entail it, that you might get angry when I came in dressed like that. I thought you might break off me. But you just pulled my teat out. You still didn't stop me when I started to suck him off and when I asked him if he wanted to do it me you told him he could.

When you practically ripped my dress off me so I was naked, that was when I knew it would really be Ok. I wanted to put on a appearance for you. At to the lowest degree it started like that, but I just lost dominance, I just wanted to be fucked unvoiced and the fucking was all that mattered. I didn't think, I didn't care. All I knew was that I just couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. When you took crook fucking me and it felt so near, so right. When you held my legs apart to assist him roll in the hay me cryptic, that was fantastic.

Then, at the door, when he said I was ‘ a nether region of a shtup ’, I couldn't service myself. I was so happy. I'd enjoyed it all so a good deal, it made me feel really, really hot. I hadn't really signify to say he could do it again, it just came out. Then I realised what I'd said I felt so flashy especially as it is avowedly, I really do want him to fuck me again. I'm sorry, so, so, sorry. Do you still love me, can you ever forgive me ?"

"There's zilch to forgive, I want to see him fucking you again. Does that make you feel better ?"

"Now that I know you're really Ok with it, I feel on top of the world. ”. She went silent and blushed crimson then, after a foresighted pause she blurted out"

She bit her lip."I have a confession about tonight……well tonight wasn't an accident. I've been planning it for months. class ago, when you first said you wanted to watch over someone sleep with me, I was hurt, shocked and disgusted, that you could ever imagine me doing something like that - well you know what a prude I used to be. But the more you talked about it, the more I realised that no, it wasn't disgusting. It was exciting, thrilling, and I actually wanted it. It became my phantasy too and I'd got to the full point where I desperately wanted to live out, I wanted to feel another man's cock inside me while you watched. But I wasn't for sure if I could actually do it.

I was almost certain, from all the times we talked about it, and how turned on you got, that you did, really, want to watch me being used. Deciding who it would be was easy. Bob's always ogling my tits Every time he's here we flirt so a good deal and thing get really cruddy, there's always such a buzz to it and it makes me horny, so randy, at clock time, that I just want to rip off my apparel, lay down with my legs wide and have him fuck me. I wanted it to happen, I needed it so badly.

concluding Christmas when I was snogging him and he was getting a ripe tone of my tits, I felt his cock go hard to my cutaneous senses. After that night, I was fairly trusted that he wanted to go a whole lot further. The way he fondled my mammilla and the rigor of his cock told me he wanted me. That was such a play on. I know you want me but that's unlike, I'm married to you. I'm abruptly and fat. Ok I've got big breast but they're saggy and nowhere near as pert as they were. But he really wanted me. I made him hard and the opinion that I could do that to another man was such a turn on. I've wanted to get his cock inside me ever since.

So, I decided that tonight, when he came around, I'd get drunk, to aid me to get up the courage, and to feed me an excuse if things went ill-timed. I had the dress and make up ready in the part with way. I had everything planned, a sort of birthday demo to myself. I aimed to be fucked by both of you, come what may.

But I also feel bad because I started off just wanting to put on a show for you, but I quickly realised that I really wanted to be used and I enjoyed being used by you both. For fucks sake I'm 39, married and fat. I shouldn't flavor like that. But I did, I still do. It made me feel cheap, sexy, dirty and horny all at once. I love that flavour. I never thought I'd ever feel like that. I want it again, so much.

My only worry now is that you won't trust me anymore. That, after what I did and what I've just told you, you'll think I'll start fucking him while you're on business slip, ‘ cos I won't, I love you, I always will. I'm yours and only yours. I just hope you'll believe me and will trust me after this.

"Of row, I trust you. I mean, you've always trusted me when I've been working away for weeks at a time so why shouldn't I trust you too ? Tonight, was flummox and I want it to pass off again as well. As for other men wanting you, I know respective hombre who've commented on your tits and about how sexy you are. Some of them would probably jump at the fortune to have it away you ”.

"Really ?"

"Yes really ''

She hugged me tight, smiling There was a hunger in her voice as she very quietly asked."So I can do it again, you'll let me ?

"Of course I will, I've just said I want to see you getting fucked again. I don't think I could ever tire of watching it ”.

She smiled"You know it's kind of kinky and wrong that you can say you will enjoy watching other men fucking me. A loving husband should need his wife all for himself, he shouldn't want her being used by individual else. I should find hurt by it, but I don't, it really excites me. I loved the looking on your face, the way you fucked me after he'd had me. I want it again. I'll bang your partner if you want me to I'll fuck anyone you chose - just so long as you're there, I'll only ever do it if you're there ”.

"Are you sure that's what you want ?"

Looking me hard in the eyes and smiling, she said"Yes, I'm sure. Oh God I want it so often ! Tonight was such a buzz. I want to be used. I want to be fucked by early men while you watch. I want your you to take turns using me, any way you want. I want cocks, mint of strong hammer fucking me ‘ til my twat aches ”. She realised what she had just said and reddened."God, what am I saying ? That makes me sound such a fornicatress but, considering what I've done and said already tonight, I couldn't be anything else '' She started to express mirth. `` You've got your wish, I've finally become the trollop and whore always wanted me to be and, you know, I'm glad. ”. She hugged me and, whispered"Thank you. I love you so a great deal, I'm yours, all yours and always will be."

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After that nighttime, it became a regular thing with Bob, every few week. I also started to suss out some of my spouse.

Then, one eve as we were laying in bed, she asked"Have you found out if any of your mates want to fuck me ?"

"Yes, there's about five of them I'd trust. What about it ?"

She got really excited at this"Really ? Five other guy cable who want to get it on me ? God, that's so hot. Well, your shaft athirst slovenly woman is ready. I'm open for stage business. Start inviting them over. But not all at once. I'm not quite ready for a pack bang……at to the lowest degree not yet. We'll maybe save that for my next birthday. It'd be a hell of a way to celebrate turning 40."

Now, near William Ashley Sunday afternoons see her in a state of agitation and preparation because, in the evening she will be entertaining at to the lowest degree one of my better half. She always dresses in something sexy and disclosure at the kickoff but, if it's something that will get in the way, she'll make sure she's naked before the nooky starts, as she knows I like to get a commodity view of the military action. Besides Bob, there are now six others who regularly fuck her. There are others, but not habitue. I bring home the occasional work fellow, in township for the night. She has even joined me for the odd dark on a span of business tripper and ‘ entertained'a chosen few of my clients.

Oh, and that next birthday ? Yes, she had her first ( though by no means her last ) crowd blast and was royally fucked by eight of us. As a present, and to commemorate the effect, they bought her a stud leash that says ‘ WHORE'on it, which she wears with pride whenever she is ‘ entertaining ’.



Everyone is well-chosen. She, because she is regularly getting all the cock she wants - at her last count it was 44 different guys ( she keeps a platter - I never bothered ) and she wants to make it 50 by her 45th birthday. My better half, because she's always bore and will readily do matter, or permit them to do things to her, that their wives or girlfriends would never allow. Me, because she is happy and because I get to regularly watch and acting like a whore. Over the cobbler's last five years I've had the delight of watching my once prudish, mincing and proper wife getting fucked several hundred times.

She has become a happy and leave harlot. What makes it even better, is the fact that all the rest of our protagonist and neighbors still think she still so very respectable and proper .