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I’ve been fucking Emma for about three months now

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I’ve been fucking Emma for about three months now and she is the first married bird that I have bedded, at least when it comes to having a subservient husband in tow. It wasn’t something that started through the classifieds, we simply met at a party and I liked her shapely figure, her bob cut blonde hair and her playful pale blue eyes. She struck me as a rich bitch, she wore a gold Rolex for instance and had loads of expensive rings on her dainty fingers, but I thought what the hell, she’s enjoying dancing with me and seems really fun loving. It was an extreme sort of bash, with a lot of booze and radical people around. After a few dances she suggested that we go and get a drink together. I’d seen her look over at this sheepish older guy who seemed to stare so long at her, but cast his eyes down whenever she checked on him. I guessed that he must be her husband and perhaps he didn’t dance. I said, ‘won’t your minder get upset?’ and she smiled alluringly and said, ‘oh he doesn’t matter.’
So we had the first of five drinks together and the other guy pretended to take an interest in some drunk old fart who was pontificating on politics. I was enjoying our chat, she liked the same bands as me, played the same sort of sports, and then she asked, ‘is the old guy bothering you? I’ll get rid of him.’ I knew she meant the minder and I suppose that I had been checking him over once in a while. I fancied the lady and I didn’t want anyone getting in the way if we decided to take this somewhere. So I said, ‘just a bit- he’s such a sad hanger on isn’t he’. Emma strode over to the bloke, checked her watch and told him to take a hike. Perhaps it was his bedtime I mused. I watched him slouch off without a word- as good as gold. When she came back I said, ‘your husband?’ and she nodded, passing me her glass for a refill. ‘But I’m bored with him and he knows that I will take a lover.’
I call it cock instinct, that lust surge you get when a woman tells you something that charges your ego, that says bluntly, ‘I want you’. I liked her head strong manner, the way she had dismissed him. Posh bitch with attitude I thought- great! We retired to the conservatory of the house, where in the moonlight several couples were already exploring what each excited in the other. We kissed greedily but slowly and her eyes were wide when she then said to me, ‘don’t worry…I won’t let him get in the way if you want to fuck me. He does as he’s told.’
That conservatory was really sultry- several of us were petting partners in a wanton way. Emma’s legs quivered against my hand when I pushed up beneath the hem of her little black dress. I felt her stocking tops, the straps of her suspender belt, and then, momentarily, her thong as I pushed my fingers beneath its material and found her wet sex. I slid my fingers inside her slit and she gasped, before opening her mouth to my kisses again. ‘I want to go somewhere…’she breathed and for a second I considered a bedroom upstairs. But right then I didn’t want any short, sharp, rough fuck. I wanted her for the night and told her. She smiled eagerly and said that was what she wanted too. She made a first call to a taxi firm to pick us up and the second to ‘Roger’ who was told to bed down in the summer house for the night.
Back at their place I could see a lamp on in the summer house and the same sad old git reading on a camp bed. Emma locked the doors so that his destiny down the garden was complete and we went up to bed. The bedroom was swanky, richly done up with nice silk sheets. I undid Emm’s dress and it fell to the floor. I took off her bra but told her to keep the stilettos, stockings and suspender belt on, as it was sexier. Before I could decide what next, she dropped to her knees and lovingly took out my member. She licked it up and down the length of the shaft, always looking adoringly upwards. It was bloody fine, seeing her rouge lips against my sun tanned skin, the way she caressed my tool. We’d just met, I really wanted and liked her, I wanted this to be something bigger, so I said, ‘I’m going to use a sheath until we’re well established …I care about you.’ She rolled my condom on and promised me that Roger was never allowed to fuck her. I was going to be the man of the house.
The bed may have been posh, but I can tell you, it creaked like any other when you’re going at it full pelt. I pulled her lovely legs up over my shoulders and a little too briskly ploughed on in to that succulent little cunt of hers. It made her wince, she wasn’t used to proper cock. So I dug more slowly in to the hilt, and she confessed that Roger had only tongued her during these last months. ‘I don’t wank him…he’s not allowed that either’ she explained, between little gasps as I stroked into her pussy. Feeling her sex spasm on me, feeling it grip my shaft as I drove in and out was mesmerising. Her breathing was now in rhythm with it all. Little whimpers escaped her lips and her lovely tits shook with the thrust, thrust, thrust of my tool. The nipples were bullet hard and every so often I swept my tongue across them.
Emma was definitely out of practice at fucking! She came so hard and so easily, within the next few minutes. She screamed with pleasure, a sound that must easily have been heard through the open window and down amongst the magnolias. She clung to me, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. She was completely out of breath, lost to the sensation when I started to gradually stroke once more inside her cunny. She apologised profusely, promising to learn to fuck harder and longer. I stroked her hair, kissed her red lips and promised that I would take her through a few orgasms yet…there really was no hurry and by the morning, she would have a clearer view of what decent sex could be.
I realise that sounds so arrogant, but it was true. She was a novice at this and there was time for her to learn. Roger wasn’t going to interfere was he? So we began again, grindingly, slowly, my cock being made to rotate at a leisurely stir within her sex. Posh women like dirty words sometimes, so I whispered, ‘are you ready to be a bitch to him then’ and she nodded, ‘with you I am’ she replied. ‘You are too classy for the old guy’ I confirmed, and she agreed, ‘yes…I see that now’. A few more pushes, faster and deeper now. ‘You really are so fuckable…’ I said in this aloof voice, and she giggled, ‘and you are so arrogant!’ You could feel her relaxing then; feel her fingers running across my hips, sensing the strength in my thighs. It was nice. ‘I’m sorry…’ she said, as we upped the pace once more, ‘I can’t stop myself’ and this time we climaxed together. We locked hard against one another, she thrusting up to meet me as I bore into her- thump, thump, thump. Her pubes must have felt bruised afterwards, that fuck was quite brutal. More gasps, more screaming and this time two people breathing heavily-excited and relieved.
The sheath was bulging when I withdrew and she peeled it away. She smeared its contents around her pubes, across her wet lips. ‘One day soon I will have it inside me’ she whispered. I nodded. I guessed what she wanted to do next, what she and perhaps he had always anticipated. So I said, ‘why don’t you make him lick it off your cunt?’ Emma nodded. She put a silk wrap around her and I watched her step out into the garden and then over to the summer house. By the light of the lamp I watched Roger tongue her slit nice and eagerly. She didn’t touch him, didn’t kiss him, just let him do it. I watched his mouth working on her cunt, sucking and lapping. She just looked down at him as though it was a boring little ritual. He had to do it, because that was what separated him and me. It was good when she got back to bed having locked the door again. She was cold and smelled of perfumed roses. ‘That was disgusting, he is such a weakling’ she said firmly, ‘but I can make him do anything that I want.’

Grant

My wife and I started dating when I was 26 and she was 19

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My wife and I started dating when I was 26 and she was 19, On our very first date we fucked, she loved sex, we married 6 months later and had sex several times a day. she loved watching porn movies they really got her turned on and she would comment about how the guys with the big cocks really excited her. 10 yrs into our marrage she was still going strong sexually I was getting to the point that it didn’t excite me all that much anymore. she was just too much for me, Yeah I was only 36 yo. but damn she wanted to do it all the time. I got to where I would put off going to bed with her and she would get pissed off at me. She came home one night from work (Nursing Home ) and told me about this older (55 yo) guy named Paul that was the son of one of her patients, they had gotten friendly thru coffe breaks where she would go to relax, She told me he had ask her to have a drink with him after she got off but she told him I was at home waiting on her. I ask her if she liked him and she said he was nice, I said do you want to fuck him ? she said she had wondered what it might be like to have an older guy do her. I told her that if she wanted to do itwitth him that I wouldn’t be mad and that I thought the idea was exciting . The more I thought about in the days to follow the more I wanted her to do it.After a lot of coaxing I finally got her toagree to bring him to the house for a couple late niter drinks. On Xmas Eve she called me and told me that Paul would be coming home with her that nite. They came in around 11 pm and they had one drink and went straight to our bedroom and was all over one another, I was hidden in the closet because she didn’t want me there and I wanted to see what was about to take place, well I wasn’t disappointed it was just as exciting as all my thoughts and fantasties had been She took her clothes off and she was so sexy looking I almost stepped out of the closet but instead I just watched as he removed his clothes and they laid on the bed and began to kiss and fondle one another , His cock grew to look like it had been taken from a horse ,his cock was at least 9.5″ and was big as your wrist. I couldn’t beleive he would be able to get it in her but slowly it disappeard deep inside her, they fucked for about 45 min. with her having 5 to 6 orgasms.This sort of thing has taken place many times over the last 12 yrs. I have come to enjoy it as much as she has, I will post ads on craigslist from time to time in the M4MW section serching for guys that want to come to our place and fuck my wife. She loves all the attention she gets . However she does practice safe sex, condoms are a must.

It was something of a relief when Jenny started showing an interest in my best mate Dave

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It was something of a relief when Jenny started showing an interest in my best mate Dave. Not because I am a natural cuckold or a voyeur, anything but. It was simply that my otherwise joy loving wife had gone off sex during the menopause. She was 40, quite soon for the change and for three years Jenny had feigned headaches, complained of tiredness, and found excuses for us not to fuck. She was considerate though and when I was gagging for some action she would firmly take hold of my cock and start to jerk me off. Even when she had no real interest in coitus, she had a nice line in seductive talk whilst masturbating me. ‘Don’t fight it,’ she would whisper, ‘I’m still in charge of your cock even though I don’t want it between my legs.’ And that was how it worked. Jenny would talk sultry about things, her lingerie, the way she dressed, about stockings and how it was natural for a man to be wanked off when his woman didn’t fancy his cock. I always came hard, thrusting up into her manicured finger embrace, gyrating my hips and groaning loudly. It made her giggle when the spunk flew in the air and she presented her fingers for me to lick. ‘I’ve won…I know, but you must lick my fingers clean now’ she purred.
Thinking about it, Jenny’s menopause helped her realise a sort of control over sex, about the need for fucking. If she didn’t need it herself, she liked controlling it, winning the competition between us. I’d read DH Lawrence about that sort of tension between men and women and could relate to that now. So when Jenny took an interest in Dave, I guess that I thought he might bring her back to the coital sex fold. Stupidly, I thought that my mate might enjoy helping my wife to enjoy a good shag again and with that interest reawakened, we could resume our marital sex life. There came one night when she was playing with my cock, after we’d had a couple of weekends watching Dave and his mates play rugby when she whispered, ‘do you think I’m more suited to Dave than you…I mean he’s so hunky isn’t he?’ It was difficult to concentrate on the question as Jenny was stroking my erection. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft. The lustful sensations from her touch and tongue, the dirty ideas from her words were exploding inside my head like fireworks. I said that they were both naturally physical. Jenny has always been sporty. I think I said something about thoroughbreds! She seemed pleased by my response and caressed my balls. ‘Why don’t you ask him to fuck me? I think he’s only waiting for the approach as I’ve been giving him cow eyes already.’
I guess that I should have been infuriated. After those years waiting for nooky my wife wanted it with someone else! But perhaps this was what it took to re trigger things at this point in life? So I said that I would have ‘a quiet word’ and make it clear that if he wanted to get his leg over with her I would turn a blind eye. We were both aroused by that, Jenny pushing her cunt against my fingers and her hand working my erection vigorously by now. She was definitely turned on and we both climaxed at the same time. My sperm shot up into the air and splashed across her red nails. She said, ‘now imagine that you’re licking Dave’s spunk off my fingers!’ I did so- and the idea was repellent- but she loved it. She whispered, ‘his spunk was pouring out of me and I’ve ladled it up. But then he’s fucked me several times, so there is a lot to lick clean isn’t there darling.’
Over the next three weeks Jenny kept asking whether I had spoken with Dave and of course I hadn’t! In the cold light of day it was bloody scary. Nice guy as Dave is, he’s very attractive to women. There was every chance that he would take Jenny off me. My wife was getting very frustrated by the delay and eventually snapped, ‘ask the man or I will sleep with him anyway. I’m far more likely to walk out on you if you don’t meet my demands.’ So I took the opportunity. It was after another match when my wife had cheered Dave on (not the team), stood on the touchline in her tight jeans and revealing blouse. Dave and I had visited the john together and I saw him pull out his thick cock and started to chase a fag butt around the pan with his pee. I said, ‘Jenny wants that you know…your tool.’ It didn’t seem to surprise him. Perhaps he knew that lots of women did want that. He said, ‘OK…I was going to fuck her anyway mate. She’s clearly bored with you. But you have to be nice alright…you have to make it easy for her to move up a league.’ It was a fucking audacious observation, and bloody arrogant thing to say, but I nodded and said, ‘of course.’
We returned to more beers with Jenny and at the end, Dave said to her, ‘fancy a night out babe..I understand your old man doesn’t hold the reins.’ To my wife’s credit she actually blushed, before saying yes, she would love that. She gave Dave her mobile number and he rang her that evening to set the date. She said on the way home, ‘Dave pushed his tongue inside my mouth when we kissed goodbye at the pub.’ Well, I knew, I’d watched him. Then, she said, ‘did you make it clear that you wouldn’t object if he fucked me, as often and as hard as he wants.’ I said that I had. ‘No sheaths…I want his spunk inside me’ she checked, and I replied, ‘yes…OK, yes.’
Jenny bought new gear for that first date- a black silk jumpsuit that showed off her cleavage to great effect. She looked voluptuous and wanton. There was fancy lingerie, new perfume. I was required to paint all her nails and as I did those her look said, ‘tonight you’ll be licking these and tasting Dave’s spunk, hot and cosseted from inside my cunt.’ She looked gorgeous. Dave called around at 8 pm and took my wife off, telling me not to wait up. They drove off in his motor and I needed to go and relieve myself. It was bloody terrible. I wanted some sort of helpline to talk me through this. How do you deal with the anxiety? What do you do about the terrible bloody excitement of it? The fact that the idea of Dave fucking her aroused me left me with a shed load of shame to make sense of!
Jenny got home around 9 the next morning. She said that I looked awful, which I probably did given the lack of sleep from that night. She was in conciliatory mood, but not ready to talk about her fun and games. ‘Go and draw me a bath’ she said, which I did. I followed her into the bedroom and was told to undress her. Her nipples were hard and erect- could they still be that way after they’d fucked perhaps an hour before? I slipped down her jumpsuit and was confronted by cum smeared pubic hair. There were no panties, just a thick and gloopy mix of her cum and his spunk adhering to the curly auburn pubes of my wife. She saw that I was transfixed by the sight of it and casually ran her fingers up and down her slit for a moment. She presented them to me, palm up with what looked gloy glue there. Her hand was cupped, as you might to ladle up water from a stream and it made the spunk look like a sticky mess in the bottom of it. Once its been shot and cools it gets that way, and looked even more repellent. But I licked it up and she stroked my hair. I had to chew it before swallowing and the taste of salty cum exploded in my mouth. ’Swallow’ she insisted and I did so. Afterwards, she drew my mouth to her sex and once again I did the unspeakable thing- licking her out after a night of sex.
‘Now kiss me’ she ordered, lying back on the bed and opening her mouth. I did so, greedily and sensuously. She whispered, ‘Dave fucked my mouth…I’ve rinsed my mouth with his cum and I swallowed too’. I wanted to ask about it, but such enquiries seemed forbidden. She caught my tongue inside her mouth and held it there trapped, as I thought about her giving him head. I was directed next to her peachy bottom and her quivering arse hole. I was required to lick her ring piece and she didn’t need to say what had been jagging away in there. I knew instinctively and she climaxed on the thought of it all again.
Perhaps other couples talk about this stuff afterwards. Perhaps it arouses them more when they do so, but we didn’t that first time. I was told to lead her to the bath and once she had slipped inside I sponged and massaged her back, bathed her glistening full boobs and then gently cleaned between her legs. It was a terrible sensation. As my fingers worked down there her sex lips seemed bigger. Her clitoris was bullet hard and rubbery, prominent and swollen, so that even beneath the soap suds you could see it stand out. He must have fucked her silly- the bastard.
I washed and shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp. When she got out of the bath I towelled her dry, massaged her feet with aromatic oils and dried her hair according to her direction. I was directed to select her frilliest panties from the drawer, a revealing front release bra and clipped that in place. I fixed her suspender belt for her and rolled up her stockings and attached those to the belt. There were high heeled shoes next and a pencil leather skirt that showed all her lovely contours. I helped her into another revealing blouse and fixed a leather choker around her throat. She said absolutely nothing save for to give me instructions. When a car horn sounded down below around 20 minutes after that bath, I knew whose it was.
Nigel