In my first story, I told you about how my husband and his best friend seduced me into my very first threesome. I’m only 5’0″ with a petite frame and small B-cup breasts. I’m over 50 years old and don’t consider myself a porn star by any means. The first story was when I was only 22 years old and married just 3 years. I was a virgin bride committed to my husband. You can read the 1st story to fill in the rest of the blanks if you like.
My first extra-marital sex encounter turned me on so much that for 3 months my husband and I had the most incredible sessions of steaming hot sex.
I considered myself a very morally fit person but after time, I started feeling very guilty for having let myself be seduced by another man, even if it was my husband’s doing. I couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong and taboo it was to have sex with another guy who wasn’t my husband. Sharing my body with others was wrong and I knew it.
As I said, the sex after was incredible! After a while, I think some of the sex was me trying to wash the memory of Jon’s body off of mine by using my husband’s body. But, the more I thought about it, the dirtier I felt. Eventually, I buried myself inside my Christian beliefs and swore to myself that I would never let it happen again. My husband agreed to stand by my wishes even though the memory of Jon’s naked body, lying between my spread thighs, pumping his hips against my burning loins while he emptied his youthful semen inside my bare pussy still haunted my thoughts.
Two years later, my good girl persona was in full bloom. Everyone thought I was the perfect little housewife and mom. The wife sharing fantasy for my husband was still there and it would come out every so often but nothing to be alarmed about. I participated with the fantasy play mainly because I thought I was just doing it for him. Jon wasn’t mentioned much so I guess I was just being naive to think another man joining me in my bed could ever happen again.
Like I said in the first story, hubby was good. I had no idea how patient of a man he could be. We slowly, over about a two year time frame, started roleplaying with different situations. I was the patient, he was the doctor who would take advantage of me. One of my favorites was him being a masseuse who would touch my body inappropriately. Whoever it was, I always responded with extreme desire which usually ended with a wet bed.
While watching a few adult movies, I discovered I had a few kinks of my own. Films of a woman being used like a whore or being tied up and taken would turn me on the most. It disturbed me that the desire was so strong but I couldn’t resist and didn’t realize at the time that my mind and body were getting ready for another moral battle. Hubby of course noticed my reactions and skillfully played me into his hands and the hands of others.
One roleplaying session that I remember the most was where he would blindfold me and tie me to the bed with my hands tied to the top two corners while my ankles were tied to the bottom corners. Hubby used some of his silk ties so I would be comfortable. We made out for a long while as he touched my naked body caressing every inch of me. He told me that he had a guy waiting outside the house right now just waiting to be called in to service me.
I was being brought to another orgasm with a dildo and vibrator so I didn’t think anything of it except for sex talk to get me going. I still find it hard to believe that I even owned a sex toy back then with all my goodie goodie beliefs. His kisses on my body were soft in some places or he would nibble me in others. Problem was, I didn’t know which one I liked better. I wasn’t going to tell him that though.
The first time he did this was scary and exciting at the same time. After a good half hour of him torturing me into orgasm after orgasm he left the room and I heard the outside door open and close. Before he closed it he shouted that he was going out and to be good while he was gone. What? Hey! It was inconceivable that he would leave me like this!
So here I was, lying in bed, blindfolded, my body on display with about 6 inches of dildo stuck inside my vagina while I was tied spread eagle. Then I heard the doorbell. Oh HELL! I called out hubby’s name to see if he was actually there but he never answered. When I heard the door open I really did get scared. The bedroom door opened and I felt the weight of someone sitting next to me as his hands started touching my body.
The were gentle at first as if trying to memorize my curves, my lips, neck and my erect nipples. Then the hands got more aggressive mauling my body, squeezing my breasts and nipples making them hurt just a little. I heard a zipper near my head slowly being pulled down and the sound of clothing being removed. His hands touched me from different directions as if more than one guy was present.
The dildo had already slipped out when he got between my legs and with no foreplay whatsoever, shoved his cock balls deep into my pussy! Oh gawd how good that felt. He would thrust only a few times then pull out bringing his wet cock to my lips for me to taste. I would only lick his cock with my juice on it when I was extremely excited so I’m pretty sure he just did that to test me.
Hubby did this over and over until I was a quivering, molten mess of wetness between my legs. Eventually he shot his cum inside me. After he unloaded the full amount, he put his mouth close to my ear and quietly whispered “don’t tell your husband what just happened or else”. Oh yes, nice touch. He then got dressed and left the house leaving me still blindfolded for about five more minutes before returning. He came in and asked how I was doing as if nothing just happened, untied me and we made love. If it wasn’t so erotic it would’ve been maddening!
Over time my orgasms were becoming progressively more intense as the sex became more fulfilling. The first time I squirted freaked me out. I thought I’d peed all over the place but yet it was different. You just don’t ever think of such a thing happening but soon I was doing it more often. My mind felt I was becoming a deviant but pushed the voice aside.
It got to the point where I was again looking forward to fantasy play. We would get XXX videos of bondage where the girl was into pain or being forced to perform for kidnappers and the like. I never wanted this to be real and still don’t today but the fantasy of my body being used like a piece of meat would always get my juices flowing. Actually it still does today.
Hubby wasn’t into forcing me into sex acts or bondage but wanted to give me the experience. So one day, he brought up the subject of me fucking another man of his choosing. One that would be forceful yet respectful. I didn’t say yes but I didn’t refuse it either. My mistake was when hubby asked if I would be willing to take another man if he could take ALL the decisions out of my hands.
I had become very submissive with my new found sexual awareness. The twitch between my legs and the tingling of my nipples told me I liked the idea. My blank stare and dropped jaw told hubby that he had hit a nerve. I don’t remember if I ever did give him a straight answer, but it was enough.
On the day of question, we both had a Saturday off and it was still early afternoon. We lived in Flagstaff, AZ where we both went to college. It was a cool day when hubby hit me with it. He just nonchalantly told me he was going out to meet a guy. When I asked for what, he told me that he was bringing him back so the guy could fuck me. Excuse me?! I just stared at him wondering if he was serious. Hubby had prepped me with all the forced sex talk and fantasy but I couldn’t say anything.
I had just showered and was wearing tight jeans and a button up blouse. I tried asking for more information but he told me not to worry. “All the decisions have been taken out of your hands, so just sit back, relax and enjoy”. I should probably tell you that I was not good at being spontaneous so this freaked me out.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, for all I knew he was going to the store for some milk. My mind was reeling. After what seemed like an hour I heard the door open and came out of the other room to see a stranger standing in my living room. In my opinion he wasn’t the best looking guy, kind of heavy set and had a beard. I don’t like beards and hubby knew it. I thought no way was I having sex with this stranger.
Well, hubby didn’t bring him over for ME to have sex, he brought HIM over to fuck me, his wife. I just stared at them wondering what was going on, not realizing that my secret fantasy was about to become a reality. Fantasies were meant to stay fantasy but hubby had different ideas, he feels I should have experiences, not just fantasies.
Right away I told my husband I wanted to talk to him in the other room, there was no way I was getting with this guy. I certainly didn’t know him, in fact I had never seen the guy before. Hubby actually said no to my request to talk and asked the guy to sit down on the couch. What? Hubby sat down on a chair while asking, no telling me, to sit on the couch with the stranger.
I just stared in bewilderment at the situation and couldn’t move. To tell you the truth my nipples were tingling and hard, damn it! How can this happen, how can he expect me to just put out for a total stranger? I wasn’t a whore but all of a sudden I sure felt like one. I was flushed and completely embarrassed. No way was I enjoying this. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. My body was again singing a whole different tune.
Suddenly, sensing my indecision, hubby was at my side. He turned me to him and kissed me hard for a good 30 seconds then told me again to have a seat. My arms were heavy on my side and my heart was pounding. Truth be told, I had never been so turned on in my life! No way was I going to let them in on my secret. I didn’t even know I was turned on until I sat down. When I did, I could feel my panties cling to my vagina from the wetness. I wasn’t just wet, you could probably see it through my jeans, not that I looked.
The stranger had not even said a single word to me since he walked in a few minutes ago but he wasn’t here to get to know me was he? He wanted to meet my body, that’s it. Hubby this time sat on the arm of the couch next to me while he finally started to talk with the guy. Hubby asked where he worked and for how long. I wondered how my husband didn’t even know where this guy worked. Was he really a total stranger that he just picked up to satisfy my sudden kink of being a piece of meat for a guy to devour? That just got me going more. Stupid hormones!
I never even looked at the guy as the two men just talked about nothing. How could I? I finally looked up at my husband and just stared at him. He saw my look and that’s where it finally began. Hubby reached down and kissed me with all the passion and heat that I remembered from our forced sex role playing. He then shoved his hand down my shirt not even unbuttoning any buttons. I grabbed his wrist but he pulled away from kissing me and said “let go.” Releasing my grip, he shoved his hand down my bra squeezing my bare nipples that were already rock hard. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I was busted! It was like a guy having a hard-on trying to tell his buddies that he wasn’t turned on. Yeah right.
Hubby then stood up, took his cock out, put his hand behind my head pulling me forward until he had his cock down my throat as far as I could take it. I don’t know why my mouth just opened but he was fucking my face for only a moment when I felt another hand pulling at my shirt and undoing my buttons. The stranger then pulled my shirt off making me lose contact with the cock in my mouth.
I was pushed to the back of the couch while this guy opened my bra and started sucking on my breasts one after another, tweaking one while his tongue did magic on the other. He wasn’t gentle either. He didn’t care how it felt to me, he just wanted to get as much out of the slutty little housewife that he could. I was just a slut, a whore to be played with and tossed to the side until next time. Apparently this guy had full permission to use me as he saw fit and my body for some reason just laid there and let him.
This was happening so fast that only 10 minutes had passed since he walked into my home with every intention of fucking this naive, innocent housewife. My mind was racing as I felt my jeans being unbuttoned and pulled off my hips along with my wet panties. I didn’t know how to resist nor did my body want me to. Again, my body was taking over and my mind was being pushed to the side.
Before my jeans were even off my legs, the stranger had his mouth over my pussy, his tongue trying to reach my most inner recesses between the swollen lips. I know a tongue can only go so far but it felt much bigger in my state of mind. I was folded in half with my knees by my ears as he tasted my most personal spot. My husband helped out by removing my shoes and finally my jeans along with the panties were tossed to the floor. I could feel my ankle getting wet from the juice which had soaked into my panties as he removed them.
This guy entered my home only 10 minutes ago and my clothes were already in a pile on the floor. I wasn’t even resisting! Maybe I was a whore and didn’t know it yet. Sure seemed like I was learning and fast. My first orgasm hit hard! I’m not sure but I think he got a nice beard full of my pussy juice sprayed at him, good for me.
So here I was meeting a total stranger. Scratch that. I had not even met this guy and yet here he was between my legs with his tongue licking me out like a man who hadn’t had a drink in a week. He mauled my tits and squeezed my nipples a little too hard. It all felt so wrong yet I couldn’t muster the strength to do anything about it.
I was oblivious to my surroundings. The next thing I heard was my husband’s voice telling the guy “the bedroom is right over there”. Not the guest room but the room where I make love to my husband. He was going to fuck me on my marriage bed and I was going to let him.
The guy stood up leaving an emptiness between my thighs. He did the first gentlemanly thing and helped me stand up. He then shoved his tongue down my throat. I have to tell you this also, when a married woman is kissed by another man in this type of situation, it is the most erotic thing I could imagine at that time. He then let me go and walked into the room. I was frozen as I looked at hubby sitting there with the look of excitement on his face. He just smiled, winked and said “go”. My body just started walking, joining a total stranger inside my bedroom.
I figured my husband would come in right after me but he didn’t. He left me alone with this guy. He pulled me onto the bed lying me flat on my back and again buried his face between my legs eating and drinking all he could. Apparently he liked eating pussy, and he was good at it. He started kissing his way up my body leaving little hickeys and biting me on the way up. I’ve never been bitten like this by a guy before and I was liking it! What was that all about?! Another kink in the making. He spent some time on each breast licking and sucking leaving his marks on both.
Still being fully dressed, I started removing his clothes. My mind supposedly didn’t want this but I was the one taking the initiative to get him naked. He then took my head and shoved my mouth over his cock making me suck him in. If I were to say I sucked him for a while I would be lying. I didn’t suck his cock, he fucked my mouth. His precum was leaking into my mouth and I could taste him.
My nerves were frayed because I was nervous about him shooting his full load into my mouth. I thought at the time that swallowing cum was gross. Sperm had entered my mouth a few times with my husband but that was only because I felt obligated to do so since I had swallowed his best friend’s semen.
“Fuck her” was the next thing I heard. Hubby had decided to join us after listening to the sounds of sex from the other room. That’s when the stranger, who still had not said a word to me, rolled over between my legs spreading them apart, he positioned his rock hard cock, wet from my saliva and his pre-cum to my swollen, red pussy and pushed, being the second man to violate my body since I married. I was so wet and ready that when he shoved into me balls deep and felt no resistance.
He just groaned and kept his cock buried inside me for what I thought was a long time. “That is one prime piece of married pussy, I can feel it milking me”, he said. My husband tells me that he can feel my pussy pulsing around his cock when we’re having sex, I was a bit embarrassed knowing I was reacting to him the same way.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t look very ladylike with my thighs spread eagle and hickey marks all over my stomach, thighs and tits with a total stranger lying on top of me shoving his bare cock inside me. Yes, bare. I didn’t even notice. A total stranger bareback? How could a respectful woman do that?! On the other hand, I didn’t know any respectful women in my position.
Finally he started moving. Pulling out all the way then shoving hard against my loins making a loud slapping sound. Slowly out, then shove back in hard. His balls clinging to by ass cheeks when he pulled out, then slapping my bare ass on every thrust back into my pussy. My wet pussy was all he wanted and at the moment all I cared about was getting his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me like a whore and to soil me like the piece of meat I was at that moment.
He pulled out again but he didn’t go back in. Ugh no! I panicked thinking he was going to stop but I had nothing to fear. He grabbed my leg and tossed me over like I was nothing. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees, put both his hands on either side of my hips and shoved against my ass plowing into my battered pussy like a dog in heat. I can’t say he was the best fuck but he certainly knew how to make a woman cum. I sounded like a wet sponge back there with all the wet squishing sounds every thrust made. He was violating my most intimate parts and I was loving it!
I was a rag doll not able to put two words together. All I could do was babble incoherently. Pretty sure “FUCK ME” came out each time I orgasmed and my orgasms came often. Each orgasm lasting a long while with very little time in between.
Again he pulled out, stood up only to flip me over onto my back. He pulled me to the corner of the bed pulling my legs to his shoulders & grabbing me by my thighs and plunged back inside me. I was lost and stopped caring a long time ago. I was his whore and if he wanted to use me like one, I was fine with it.
He was shoving into me hard and fast and finally rammed into my sloppy used cunt one last time, unleashing stream after stream of steaming hot cum deep inside my married raw pussy. He shoved in so deep I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. Another orgasm hit hard knowing that his sperm was shooting against my cervix. He seemed to never stop until I could feel it running down my ass onto the bed.
He then pulled out, got dressed and left. I have never seen him again to this day. In fact, my husband has never even told me his name.
I had never felt so completely and sexually used. I wouldn’t want to do it again but my husband figured he would give me the one experience I actually yearned for and I’m glad he did.
It was a one time thing and hubby told me he was nervous how I would react to it. He’s not the demanding kind of husband and is never disrespectful. I guess the stranger and him had an understanding. Either of them could have stopped it at any time if I looked as if I was in any real distress.
Here’s the kicker, it was my choice every step of the way. I could have told them no at any time and they would’ve stopped. I allowed him to undress me, to take my bra and jeans off and I walked into the bedroom with free will. He told me later that the stranger was not to undress unless I were to undress him, that way they would know that I was okay. When the guy got between my legs, my thighs willingly opened for him.
When the stranger penetrated me for the first time I was the one who pulled him inside of me. And at the end, I don’t remember it but when the guy told me he was going to cum, I grabbed his back and wrapped my legs around him holding him in place until he finished unloading inside me while I had the most intense orgasm of the night.
I didn’t know who or what I was becoming. It was apparent that I was an easy lay. It seemed that all they had to do was touch me and I would be theirs. So this time I had to be serious. I couldn’t ever do this again! Hubby was a VERY patient man indeed.
Hubby wanted to make my fantasies a reality. From now on I would have to be more careful of what I asked for.
More sexual debauchery cumming. I’m not done yet. Another two years had passed since…
Kisses,
Kara