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

For sure the first time that I saw Leon fuck my wife I was blown away. He brought out the vixen in her, the discerning and the unbridled. I mean I knew that women were capable of multiple orgasms, that they were capable of fucking for longer than men, but in Leon Madeleine had found a man who could take her there and release the instinctive. He would walk her along the precipice of an orgasm, finally take her through that, and afterwards, gently, insistently, bring her back to the boil, so she realised what a big appetite she had for cock. That the guy was three fold bigger than me down there, broad chested and strong armed made it easy. Her lovely legs looked so fine and long up over his chunky shoulders. His lancing cock made her cunt squelch and afterwards her sex was always awash with his thick spunk. The sex was always noisy. There was the pounding slap,slap,slap of his body against hers as he drove inside her, the urgent gasps and moans as a thick dick ruined her interest in the likes of me, and the struggle for breath. Madeleine struggled to breath with any composure once he had her driving hard- begging for his spunk.
Yet it hadn’t started that way. I hadn’t dreamt at first that she could be so sexual. She was such a snob, so aloof and insistent on things going her way that I didn’t dream that another guy would bed her. She ruled me, ruled the home and all the marriage decisions that you imagine couples talking over. ‘It’s time for you to get me pregnant’ I remember her saying once and she gave birth to the perfect daughter who would grow up like her perfect mother. She said, ‘it was a surprise that you managed that wasn’t it? You’re not especially macho’. That she could be a terrible bitch I knew. She once told a girlfriend at a party that I would never run off because I wasn’t very good at servicing a woman and in the end that was how affairs blossomed-through lust. The girlfriend was no better than she, and being a little tipsy she asked me in front of Madeleine whether it was true that I was crap in bed? Madeleine was listening to us and I hesitantly confirmed that I didn’t think I was very special when it came to sex. My wife smiled when her girlfriend realised how rock bottom my self esteem was, how Madeleine ruled the roost on this as all else. My wife said, ‘go and get me a G and T.’
If I stopped to think (and I didn’t) Madeleine was ready to submit to the right sort of man. He was the rugged, virile, alpha type that climbed her snobbish façade with ropes and grappling irons to secure the treats inside. She had decided that she wanted a personal trainer and it was then a cliché that I introduced her to her perfect, masculine, lover. I’ll never forget the day he put Madeleine through a rigorous gym test and when she started to complain that this was too much, he told her to shut up and keep at it. She said afterwards, ‘he’s the boss in a way that you will never be’ and I knew it then- she would submit to him in bed. Perhaps she had always needed that, to be pliable in the arms of a stud, someone who had real authority.
The first time I saw them kissing was when I got home early one morning after a game of golf had been cancelled. The house was quiet as little miss perfect two was out at the pony club. I remember that Madeleine was wearing just a silk house coat, a string of pearls about her throat, a suspender belt and black stockings. She presumably had been dressing when Leon called by. His hand wondered down to her cunt, inside her slit and then up over her erect nipples. She knew I was there, staring at the open mouthed and passionate kiss. She said, ‘go and do some work in the garden.’ It was such an imperious instruction and Leon chuckled when I slunk off, feeling a mixture of shock, shame and so what the hell do I do next?
They retired to the conservatory. They could have gone up to the master bedroom but I guess by then Leon knew that he had won. Perhaps he guessed too that it might appeal to my bitch of a wife if he fucked her in full view, and with the doors locked so that I couldn’t do a thing. At any rate, I watched her take out his erection, the biggest and the ugliest cock that I had ever seen. It was brutal rather than beautiful, but that was what my wife wanted. She then lay back on the sofa, spread her legs very wide indeed and with manicured red nail fingers, opened her labia so that he could see the peachy moist hole within. I wondered how many times he had fucked her already, whether he had taught her to present her fanny in this way, an open invitation to penetrate her. I noticed that she was fingering her clitoris and thought, ‘yes, you’ve taught her to wank too- always thinking about you.’ I remember how his cock filled her- the way her eyelids closed and the little gasps from her pursed lips. You remember the detail that first time. I remember the sudden gasps as he thrust harder, the adoring look in her eyes as she rocked rhythmically on his thrusting member. She didn’t have to be a snob anymore, to control, she could let go and be whatever he wanted. I remember how he pinned her arms back, how he thrust his mouth hard onto hers and she submitted to that. Because her rear was bared to him, he could fondle her buttocks, drive to the hilt of his cock inside her. Even as he pounded away I could see cum seeping out around the edge of his shaft as he slid in and out of her. I remember how quickly and completely she climaxed. Back then she hadn’t learned Olympic standard fucking with him, but Leon would teach her. When he eventually deigned to shoot his load, his buttocks clenched with such a rhythmic ferocity that made me worry that he might somehow break her. His back arched, she screamed and dug her nails into his shoulders. When he then dragged his hawser of a cock free, spunk gushed from her hole and made a dark patch on the sofa material. It poured out of her quivering cunt for several moments, the thickness of glue and with little bubbles erupting, all courtesy of the force of his thrusts.
I was notionally weeding the flower beds right then. The shed had seemed an impossible and cowardly retreat and she didn’t seem to care that I was openly watching anyway. They kissed and fondled before me, my wife’s eyes big and round and doe like, something quite different to those she used with me. I heard Leon suggest that they go to the pub together and Madeleine smiled. She checked her watch and then strode over to me, her sex still dripping with the seedy residue, and said through the conservatory glass that I would have to pick up and entertain our daughter as she was going out for the day. I must have looked crestfallen because she told me to pull myself together. It was inevitable that Leon would fuck her regularly-I didn’t really appeal to her. I had to ‘think on’ now about how to support her affair and take over the parenting. She would be too busy to fuss over that. Stupidly, I nodded and she went up to dress, in a pencil leather skirt and high heels. It had started.
Geoff

It was only after the fifth conversation with my husband Colin about me getting pregnant that we asked Mark to join us at this country pub for lunch. I had been cuckolding Colin with the same man for nearly five years, and i desperately wanted Mark’s child. I was thirty so the clock was ticking, but it seemed timely too given that i had achieved complete compliance in my husband. Each year I holidayed with Mark for a fortnight and always spent New Year’s Eve with him. My immediate girlfriends knew that Mark was the man of the house. It was time for Colin to ask Mark to put me in the club, to assure him that he would raise the little one, and to confirm that there would be no financial entanglements.

I decided to wear a very tight pair of denim jeans with Italian high heeled leather boots over the top- it was very vamp. As we drove out into the country, I made Colin rehearse the reasons that he would give. First off Mark was a superior physical specimen, and so why wouldn’t i want him to sire any offspring. Second, Mark was exceptionally bright and intelligent, again it was better that he and i shared the genes. Third, he felt that he just wasn’t equipped to do the job! By then I had been training him for a little while on cunnilingus and I’d tested to see whether he produced thick and gloopy spunk. He didn’t- it was practically water. As I comment elsewhere, the addiction to fanny licking seemed to have a suppresant effect-he was probably spermless by now.

At first Mark was cautious- there are some possible traps associated with this sort of thing. Colin though produced his letter confirming his request and the offer of complete free hand terms. Mark wanted an independent witness to see Colin sign that and as it happened a friend of mine called Gina was drinking there too. She giggled and said hot hot this all was, and Colin signed the paper, passing it to Gina to sign as a witness. After Mark had put the paper in his jacket, I suggested that we walk down to the river at the bottom of the pub garden. Mark followed with me, his hand on my bottom and Colin walked behind. I took out my contraceptive pills from my handbag and handed them to Colin in front of my boyfriend. Mark sat on a bench and I then on his lap and we watched as one by one my husband discarded the pills into the water. It was quiet and discrete down there, so Mark pushed his fingers inside the zip fly of my jeans. He fingered my sex and i snogged with him whilst Colin did his duties. Mark was very eager, very randy about it all and I had to warn that it might take a month or two because of my monthly cycle needing to establish. But he was so generous with the sticky hot stuff I knew that I would easily conceive.

Colin was sent to buy another round of drinks and Mark and i talked practicalities. I knew this broad minded midwife who would sort out the home birth. I suggested that throughtout our little one should know who his or her propper daddy was and that Colin would be treated as the Mrs Doubtfire. Mark was pleased by that and Colin confirmed that he accepted the same after he handed over the lagers. Colin can look a bit of a gooseberry sometimes, so then I sent him to play ‘pooh sticks’ on the bridge, I would call for him when it was time to drive us home. Mark said when he’d gone, ‘you really are the hottest little bitch…I love the way you control him.’ I kissed him eagerly, ‘good’ I said with a smile.

It was perhaps symbolic, but I asked Mark immediately back to our house and ordered Colin to drive us there. His car could be brought back by Gina. ‘Why don’t I film the horny event!’ she suggested, guessing what we were about to do. Mark liked the idea, so I said yes,she could follow us back to the cottage. Colin was a bit embarrassed, but I slapped his face smartly for him and reminded him that Gina had known for months that Mark was fucking me. He had to stop being a prude!

Cottages don’t have big windows, but the master bedroom is south facing and well lit, so there was enough light for Gina to use the camcorder to good effect. She was really enjoying the thing as well. ‘Get your weeny dick out Colin and show it to the camera!’ she chirped. I gave my husband this look that said do as my girlfriend says and he produced his modest little tool. It wasn’t caged today, but even so it wasn’t very impressive. Gina wanted words as well as images so she asked Colin, ‘so is it right that you’re going to put Mark’s dick into Annette’s sex, even though she’s now off the pill?’ Colin nodded. Gina responded, ‘ I didn’t hear you!’ and he acknowledged, ‘yes…I am’. My friend could have been a film director- she was VERY good at this! Mark and I started to pet, his hand running over my bottom, my breasts and then my cunt just as soon as I had discarded the jeans and boots.

‘So talk me through it,’ Gina said, once Colin had been brought over to press nice little kisses on my pubes, ‘just how ashamed are you that you need to ask another man to get your wife up the duff?’ Colin’s answer was ‘very’. ‘Is it that you can’t manage it or something, is this medical- that would be a lame excuse’ Gina pursued- it was a relentless assault on Colin’s manhood. ‘No…no, not exactly…’ and then after a moment as he swallowed his honour, ‘its just that Mark fucks her best, she’s too good for me.’ It was at that point that Gina zoomed in on Mark’s handsome erection. The girl had been to film school, I’m sure of it.

‘Hold it nicely’ Gina ordered as I lay back on the bed, my legs ready to hook up over Mark’s burly shoulders. Colin took hold of Mark’s prick, reverently. It was circumcised and looked massive in his hand. ‘I want this done very slowly’ Gina insisted. Colin was ordered to pull open my sex lips, to lick them one more time, and then to address the thick crown of my lover into the caress of them. You could actually see Mark’s cock trembling with excitement. The close up shots were very revealing. ‘In it goes then…’ Gina said, glancing toward Mark as a suggestion that it was time to thrust. Gina added, ‘you’re right Colin, why wouldn’t she want a seed spreader like that rather than your micro model.’

As well established lovers Mark and I usually fuck slowly, casually. This time though the idea of what was happening overtook him and his thrusts were urgent. I couldn’t resist either and started to beg him to empty his balls inside me! It was a rough and gasping fuck- the way he drove into me, making my tits shake like blancmonge. ‘You’ve done it now haven’t you Colin’ said Gina, filming my husband with his head bowed, ‘Annette is taking spunk and will take lots more until she gets what she wants. Its inevitable and the world will know that you were no good to her.’ Commentary like that has an electric effect! I orgasmed loud and hard and Mark just grunted gruffly with each thrust of his cock. I could feel it delivering its load, and feel my cunny lips tensing so that not a drop would be lost after he withdrew. ‘You bitch…you bitch’ he groaned as he serviced me and i opened my mouth to him. ‘I just need your cum….I’ve always craved your cum and that wretch knows it’ I said, gesturing towards Colin.

When Mark withdrew my sex was awash with spunk- its an abiding image on the film. Colin looked devastated. part of him wanted to lick me out as usual and the rest of him knew that this wasn’t allowed any more. Every last wriggling sperm needed to be competing inside me, swimming eagerly up to find the first egg that i let free. ‘How was it for you?’ Gina asked, panning back and forth between my cream pie cunt and Colin’s face. My husband managed, ‘beautiful- Annette is always so beautiful with him.’

Annette