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The Mouse that Roared

By: GeorgieH



We never really know ourselves, do we? We're never truly aware of all of our hidden desires and wants and needs, and it seems to me that we don't even know that we're somehow suppressing those things. But sometimes something happens – something unplanned and unexpected – that opens our eyes to the inner self and lets us view ourselves in a whole new light.

When that happened to me just a few months ago, I didn't really believe what I was seeing. In some ways I still find it hard to comprehend that I had all of that hidden and suppressed inside me. 

What that? Let me explain...

My name is Marina, which is hardly a fashionable name. There again, I'm hardly a fashionable girl. I'm twenty-seven now, going on fifty as my wonderful husband, Matt, is fond of saying. Or rather, was fond of saying. Up until last summer I was the picture of an old-fashioned girl – shy, demure, conservative and lacking in a great deal of self-confidence. 

This was certainly not Matt's fault because ever since we met, he has been at pains to boost my self-belief and bring me out of my shell. He has never failed to tell me that I am beautiful – his words, you understand – and that I am desirable. Despite my shyness, we have always enjoyed a wonderful sex-life, and I was never in any doubt that he found me attractive in that way. The evidence was... well, obvious.

But for all that, I honestly believed that I was just very fortunate to have found someone with an odd taste in women – someone who likes their ladies small, slender and shy.

We had been together for five years when this all began, and in all that time Matt had never once pressured me to do anything that I didn't want to do. Well, except for going to the dentist, but that really isn't what I'm talking about. It got to the point where I was starting to fret that I wasn't being a proper wife to him, sexually, and that I wasn't exploring his desires or even giving him the opportunity to tell me about them.

Maybe I was afraid of what I'd hear, or maybe I was just too damned shy, but whatever the cause it was becoming obvious even to me that there was more to life than simple love-making, and that most men seemed to have interests in that direction – whatever 'that direction' was.

Without boring you with details of my days of preparation, worry, nervousness, mental-anguish and fits of self-denial, I finally plucked up the courage to raise the subject one evening (after a few glasses of wine). I stammered and stuttered my way through my concerns and finally managed to ask Matt directly if there was anything that he might like me to try in the interests of increasing our pleasure together.

I have no idea what I thought his answer would be. To be honest, I didn't really understand what all of the possibilities were, but I did know that I would listen to his answer carefully and react as sensibly as I possibly could no matter how outrageous his response had been. Deep down, I knew that I would be looking for any reason I could find to say 'sorry, but that's just not me', but at least I was trying.

Despite all of my preparations, when his answer came I was shocked. Oh, not by what he suggested – not in the least. No, I was shocked by my body's reaction.

We were in bed, snuggled under the duvet after a gentle session of love-making, the sweat still cooling. I had stammered my question and could hardly look at Matt as I waited for his answer.

"Well," he said, at length, "There is one little thing. Look, you know I love you, right?"

I nodded, dread seeping into my bones, "Of course."

"I'd like... if you'd be happy to... I mean it would be just for me... that is, it would mean so much..."

"Matt?" His nervousness was increasing my dread by the second and I was now desperate to hear his answer. "Tell me."

He closed his eyes and spoke quickly, "Well, I know you're shy and I know it's asking a lot but you did tell me to be honest and so here it is... I'd really, really like one little photograph of you... I mean one of you showing a little... just topless maybe or even just in kind of revealing underwear or something like that. Just for me, just to keep locked away so I can look at it when you have to work away or you go to visit your parents. But only ever for me, never to be looked at by anyone else ever, I promise that. And like I said, I know it's a lot to ask what with you... well-"

"Okay." My mouth moved before my brain fully engaged gear, simply because my body had already decided. Despite all of my preparations, all of my dread and fear, I found myself feeling something that I had not even considered possible – I was suddenly, irrefutably, turned on by the idea. 

Looking back, I'm fairly sure that it was Matt's evident excitement and hope that had me reacting quite so strongly, but I can't deny that the thought of being photographed in such a way – something I'd never once considered before – brought heat to my groin.

That night there was a lot of comments along the lines of 'you sure', 'I will', 'just for me', 'it's okay' and so on, and there was also another bout of love-making. It was the latter that had my mind absolutely made up over this thing – it was intense and wild and... well, liberated, I guess. 

In the days that followed, every time I thought I had got over the shock of how my body reacted to the idea of Matt pointing a camera at me, something else – the look in his eye, a glance at my reflection – had me trembling in anticipation and excitement. It was so weird, to feel something like that when there was no precedent and no hint that I could ever feel that way.

Matt's reaction was almost as unexpected as mine. When the day for the photograph came, he was shaking so much that we had to dig out his old tripod, and even then the start of the session was twice interrupted for frantic bouts of love-making.

Finally though, the photographs were taken and the three images loaded onto our computer. When I first saw them I could scarcely believe that they were of me – not because I failed to recognise the person staring – smiling! – back at me, but because I was still finding it hard to believe that I had actually gone through with it. 

In the first I was wearing a translucent white bra and panties, staring coyly at the camera. In the second I had lost the bra and was sitting on the edge of the bed with a look of nervousness and anticipation mingling awkwardly on my face. Oh but the third... in that I was naked, completely, standing at the foot of the bed with one hand partially covering the pale hairs at my groin and the other covering almost nothing of my bare breasts, staring at the camera with a smile that could have been interpreted as shyness, but seemed far more lascivious when you stared harder at it.

Viewing them led to a third bout of love-making – although its wild intensity spoke little of love yet shouted lust – and the printing of the pictures brought about an unheard of fourth session. It was during the latter that I experienced a shockingly intense orgasm – my first ever during sex. If I'd had any doubts about what I had done, they scattered like mice before a combine harvester when that happened.

In the days and weeks that followed, I basked in the knowledge that I had unlocked my innermost desires. Matt and I made love more often than ever before, and the satisfaction I received made all of my nervousness seem like a bad dream. Even with the passage of time, the effect of those photographs never waned and even the quickest glance at them – or at Matt looking at them – had me doing things I'd never dreamed myself capable of, such as dragging Matt into bed, and sometimes deliberately letting him see me changing. 

While these things might not seem so dramatic to you, for me they were alien and new and so desperately exciting. This was the new me, the real me, and the discovery left me reeling with delight.

I had finally unearthed my most secret desires. Or so I thought.

In late June Matt and I moved from our apartment into a new house in a quiet little village – one of those lovely country cottages. We could only afford the new place because it was terribly dilapidated, but we didn't have a care in the world. Our friends, Suzy and Michael, lived on the outskirts of the village and were off travelling at the time of our move. They were kindness itself and let us stay at their house while we carried out the necessary work on our new cottage to make it habitable. 

For us it was a perfect arrangement and we moved a lot of our things into their place to save money on storage while the work progressed. Matt even set up his computer so that he could keep up with things where he works – and so that he (and we) could have the occasional peek at the magical photos. Many an evening we returned paint and plaster covered from the new cottage and livened ourselves up with a quick viewing and a much longer play on Suzy and Mike's double bed.

The work went without a hitch until the end of the second week when we were awoken by a phone call from one of the builders telling us that there had been an overnight leak in one of the new heating pipes. Despite being tired from the previous day's work and the previous night's sex, we dashed off to the cottage within minutes, leaving the keys to our friends' place under the front doormat because their own handyman was due that day to replace a broken wardrobe door.

Once the leak had been dealt with and the mess cleared up, we left the cottage to the builders and returned to Suzy and Mike's where the handyman, a surprisingly young guy called Danny, was just leaving. Suzy had told me that he was an easy-going, quiet sort of guy, but to Matt and me, he was cheerfulness personified and friendly in the extreme.

After he had left, Matt and I exchanged slightly puzzled looks, shrugged and went through to the bedroom to change out of our scruffy work clothes. I had just finished peeling off my sweaty t-shirt when I noticed an strange look on Matt's face.

"What's up?"

He forced a smile, "Um, nothing."

Matt is great at many things, but lying isn't one of them, "Something's up. What?"

"Look, Mar, I'm really, really sorry and I swear on anything you name that it wasn't on purpose."

I was beginning to worry, "What wasn't? What are you talking about?"

Matt closed his eyes and nodded at the computer monitor.

Which was sitting where he had set it up. On the table next to the wardrobe. Or more accurately, next to the wardrobe with its new door. The monitor was displaying an old Matrix screen-saver. 

It took me a few seconds to work out what had happened. The screen-saver would only be running if the computer had been running recently and neither of us had touched it when we'd dashed out that morning. Which meant that it had either been deliberately switched on, or a bump on the desk would have woken it up from the power-save mode after we had left it on last night... My heart leapt into my throat, and with a shaking hand I nudged the mouse.

The Matrix array faded and I was now staring at my own image. The third picture to be precise. 

Behind me Matt said, "I'm so sorry, Mar. It must still have been on from last night and I guess he put something down on the table, or nudged it or... Oh, Mar, I am just so sorry..."

I barely heard him. It felt as if my whole body was tingling – every nerve, every fibre – and I knew that I should feel shocked, maybe even horrified. And I was beginning to feel shock, but not in the way that I would have imagined just a minute earlier. Oh no – I was shocked at my body's reaction to what I now knew must have happened. I shook my head firmly in denial, knowing even as I did so that I was fooling no one.

"Mar? Can you ever forgive me?"

I realised that Matt was at my side now, staring down at my near naked form on the monitor. I turned to him and put a hand on his arm, "It's okay, Matt."

"No, it isn't. It's unforgivable after all the promises I made to you about those pictures."

"Matt? Listen to me," my mouth was working but I had no idea what I was going to say next. I just knew that I couldn't leave my beloved husband in mental anguish for a second longer, "It really is okay. I know this sounds like an alien speaking and believe me, I really didn't expect this, but it's okay. I mean... well, I'm not sure what I mean, except that I don't feel bad about it. In fact, it's kind of... good. No, not 'kind of' good, it's... a bit exciting..." I closed my eyes and turned away, "Oh, Matt, what on earth must you think of me. I just wish I could lie to you and tell you I'm ashamed or whatever but... well, I'm not. It's me that should be sorry."

Tentatively at first, then firmer, his arms encircled me, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"You find the fact that... someone saw the picture... exciting?"

"I'm sorry. I'm terrible, I know, but... yes."

"Terrible?" Matt squeezed me harder, "It's... well, it's fantastic."

"What?"

"Look, Mar, I... kind of wondered what it would be like if another guy got to see how gorgeous you are under all those clothes but I knew you'd never let anyone find out so I pretty much buried the idea. I just knew you'd think I was a real sleaze and I wasn't sure that I'd find it exciting anyway, so I just never said. But now... now it's happened... well, I think it's really fantastic." He squeezed me again, "As long as you really do though... find it exciting, I mean."

Not only could I not lie, I suddenly didn't want to. The insistent hardness against my butt didn't exactly help, either, "I do," I managed, "I can barely believe it, but I do. And if you do as well... damn Matt, I really can't deny it, but it has got me all hot and bothered."

He spun me to face him, "Oh my god, you mean it, don't you?"

I giggled. I have no idea where that giggle came from, but it was perfect for the moment even if it did have me clapping my hand over my mouth. "I do," I managed through my fingers.

"You do realise," Matt took a deep breath, "that he probably stared at that picture for ages? Probably even got turned on by it?"

Hearing the words made it all even more real and I could only nod.

"And you... still don't mind?"

"I can't believe it, but no, I don't." My mouth was dry.

"And you don't mind that I find this such a massive turn on?"

"I think I love that bit the best," I managed, "No, I know I do."

If it's physically possible, we fell on each other then. Our remaining clothes were pretty much ripped off and the next moment I was staring up into Matt's feverish eyes as his erection slid into my soaking wet depths. 

If I had thought that our love-making since the photo shoot was intense, then there is no word for the extremity of passion I felt as we moved together on our friends' bed. Matt was wild, his hands, his mouth, his teeth moving over my naked body, his thrusts powerful and rapid, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I matched every thrust with a buck of my hips, cried his name time and again, ground my body against his hands and mouth, and let my mind free to enjoy every sensation.

Within a couple of minutes I could feel the insistent pressure inside me welling up, my body screaming for the release, and I cried out, begging Matt to fill me. It was all he needed to push him over the edge and as he stiffened every sinew and began to pulse deep within me, my own orgasm shuddered through me, wave after wave of heat and light and joy.

We never did get up again that evening, just stayed in bed making love and telling each other how much we loved them. It was a wonderful night, a new start where none had been expected, a night of new experiences and new thoughts and feelings. It was heavenly.



For all the joy that had come upon me so unexpectedly, it still took me a few days before I fully believed that we had discovered something so new and wild within me. I spent hours playing devil's advocate against myself and used every conceivable argument to try to puncture this new knowledge. Eventually, though, I had to accept the truth – that I had enjoyed being seen like that by a stranger, or more accurately, that I had loved it.

Matt had been the wonder that he always is and had left me to think things through by myself, but now that I had come to my conclusion, he was as eager as me to explore the possibilities. In the course of a few hours, I went from shocked acceptance to enthusiastic co-conspirator as we tried to work out exactly what would please each other. 

Surprise after surprise awaited us as we discovered that my newfound desires matched Matt's with a precision that was downright spooky. Even our qualms were compatible, and by the following morning – following hours and hours of wonderful sex – we were in full agreement on how to proceed.

We had accepted that I was a latent (no longer) exhibitionist, and now we were going to find out just what sparked that new inner me. In turn, we would find out what appealed most to Matt – and if our discussions were anything to go by, that would be pretty much the same for both parties.

It might all sound a little clinical when described in those terms, but there was nothing clinical about the way it was making us feel. For me, the shy, retiring mouse, it left me constantly aroused – almost painfully so at times – and for Matt, my protective, loving husband, it left him in a similar but more obvious state.

The one thing we were certain of before the experimentation could even begin was that a display through a photograph would not satisfy our curiosities. We also knew that there would be a limit to what I could do – or more to the point, what I would want to do. With the whole gamut of possibilities between letting a stranger see more of my body than anyone but Matt had ever seen and the upper limit of letting anyone touch me (strictly out of bounds under all circumstances), it was hard to know where we could start.

Matt solved the problem while we were shopping for groceries at an out-of-town supermarket. He pointed over at the clothing section. "How about a wardrobe malfunction?"

Such was the intensity of my reaction to any mention of the subject, I was suddenly fearful that I would start to orgasm right in the middle of the bakery aisle. It was, I had to admit, a great idea since we had both agreed that it would be easier all round if the 'first outing' seemed to be accidental... I finally managed to squeak a 'yes' and we went looking for a potential garment.

We chose a summer dress that could be worn strapless or with a halter and hurried home to try out some scenarios. 

With a little practice, I could soon wear the dress in its strapless configuration and have it slowly slip, millimetre by millimetre, until only the firmness of my aroused nipples held it up. One final shrug would see it dropping away, leaving my breasts exposed – if I ever had the nerve to go that far.

Practice would have been completed a lot earlier, but such was the excitement that it generated, there was a great deal of time lost (if that's the right word) in sudden trips to the bedroom.

The choice of audience was just as easy – Danny the handyman was due to come over and service the Aga the following Friday, a week before Suzy and Mike were due home. Since he had already seen my photograph it would, we agreed, make takings things a little further much less stressful. After a whole lot of persuading by Matt, I also agreed that it made it easier for me because Danny was, when all is said and done, rather cute.

Careful planning is all very well but on the Friday morning I was a total bag of nerves. I slopped coffee all over the kitchen table, dropped a plate, squeaked every time a phone rang, and giggled at everything. It got to the point where Matt asked me whether I thought I'd even be able to go through with our plan.


The Mouse that Roared



The thought that, after all the planning and soul-searching, I might not get to go through with the scheme soon had me clamed down. On the surface, at least. Underneath, I was in a state of near-shock, scarcely able to believe what I – or rather, we – were going to be doing. And yet throughout those long hours, I knew that I just had to go through with it, because I just had to know whether what Matt and I suspected about my new desires was really true – that they would bring us more joy than anything we had faced before.

In my state of false calm, I managed to pull on the dress an hour before Danny was due, and went through the oh-so slow 'wardrobe malfunction' with every nerve in my body lit up like a firework. Somehow, Matt and I even found the time for a quickie to steady each other's nerves – perfect preparation.

Of course, all the careful planning and perfect preparation in the world can't ready you for that surge of pure adrenaline-fuelled excitement when the plan finally starts to play out. That surge for me came when Danny knocked on the door, and I swear I almost fainted when his knuckles rapped smartly on the wood. When Matt showed him into the kitchen where I was standing (using the sink to prop myself up), I'm not sure to this day how I managed to smile and say 'hello' as if there was nothing going on.

Matt came to my rescue right from the very start, always making sure that he was pretty much directly in my line of sight whenever I faced Danny, and always with a look on his face that said that what I was doing was the most wonderful thing in the world – and that he was there for me, and happy for me to stop whenever I wanted to. Of course, the more I saw of that look, the less I wanted to stop. 

Once Danny had been handed a mug of coffee and he set about arranging his tools on the kitchen table, I took a few hundred deep breaths and with a well-rehearsed move allowed the top of the dress to slip a fraction.

The little cotton frock wasn't exactly a modest affair, but the top rested quite high on my breasts and I had to let it slip three times before Danny so much as registered a glance in that direction. My hours of practice with Matt paid off and I was able to feign complete ignorance of the focus of Danny's eyes – despite the fact that my groin felt a flash of heat as his gaze slid over my bust. 

At this point my nerve almost failed me, but at the last moment I thought back to all the fun Matt and I had shared rehearsing this – and remembered just how excited we had both become as my dress slipped ever lower. Add to that the fact that I wasn't sure I could ever pluck up the courage to try something like this again, and I knew I had to go on. 

With the decision made, my heart rate rose even higher, and I had to steady my nerves before allowing the top to slip a little further. 

As Danny finally began to take a more direct interest in the way things were – literally – moving, Matt managed to keep up a constant flow of chatter and I marvelled at how controlled he managed to sound, even though I could see how aroused he was becoming.

I focused on that arousal and let the dress slip another fraction, and stole a glance at Danny's eyes. They were now firmly fixed on my chest and I peeked down, my heart rising into my throat as I saw that the very top of my right aureole was now visible. 

From pangs of doubt and uncertainty, a switch flipped in my mind, and I was now sure that I wasn't just going to go through with this – I now knew I was going to enjoy this more than anything I'd ever done before. 

That certainty allowed me to ask Danny and Matt whether they'd like a cold drink and when they both said yes – a little breathlessly – I turned and picked up a pitcher of lemonade that we had prepared earlier. Somehow my hands were steady enough to pour two glasses, and my mind clear enough to enable me to let the dress slip even lower. 

I could feel the topmost hem supported by just my erect nipples, aware of the view that Matt and the near-stranger Danny were enjoying, and my heart sang. Unbelievably, shockingly, deliciously, I was going to do this.

I gave Matt the faintest of nods and waited for his cue.

"Um, Mar, I think that-"

Apparently ignoring him I offered the two brimming glasses to the guys. As my arms extended, the dress gave way to gravity, falling to my waist. My mouth opened in partly rehearsed but mainly genuine shock and I froze there with my breasts completely exposed to the guys' hungry eyes.

"Oh god! I'm sorry..." I looked down at my bare boobs and then straight into Matt's eyes... followed by Danny's. I felt another surge of heat at my groin, felt the wetness that was suddenly leaking from me. It was so easy now to feign embarrassment and coyness, and I jiggled the glasses, "Shit! Matt, grab these would you?"

"I'd love to, but are you sure you want me to in front of Danny?"

I pretended shock when I 'realised' he was referring to my still exposed breasts, "The glasses!" 

"Spoilsport," Matt finally took the glasses with hands that shook so badly, lemonade slopped all over the floor.

I finally covered my nakedness and looked directly at the grinning Danny, "I really am so sorry to embarrass you like that."

When he said, "Really, there's absolutely no problem" I felt a quivering deep inside my belly and had to breath fast and hard to stop it developing. I spun on my heel and make a big show of pulling the top of the dress up over my boobs.

In rehearsals I had never imagined that it would excite me anything like this much – and nor did I think that I would actually feel anything but intense shyness by this point. But as I stood there making sure that I was properly covered, I realised that I was anything but shy. I was loving this! And all the more so because Matt was almost out of control and Danny... Danny was getting very worked up by it as well.

When I turned back to face them, I kept my gaze on the floor, lifting it slowly in apparent coyness but in reality checking out the front of Danny's jeans. The obvious bulge there almost took my breath away but I somehow managed to lift my eyes and gave a sheepish smile, "Sorry."

"Don't be," Danny grinned, "And I hope you don't mind me saying this, Matt, but your wife has the most gorgeous tits."

As I gasped in delight, Matt nodded, "Fantastic, aren't they?"

"The best."

"Please!" I said, "Don't! I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

"I can see that," Danny said, "but I just had to say it."

Matt stepped to my side, "I tell her all the time but she won't believe me. Perhaps she will now. She's always been far too shy for me to get a second opinion before today."

"I still am that shy!"

"In fact," Matt went on, winging the words from a scenario we had fantasised over just once, "I won a bet with her ages ago which would have got me the opinion I needed, but she's been too shy to pay up."

"Matt!" I protested, "That's not fair!"

Danny's eyebrows rose, "What was the bet?"

Despite my efforts to put a hand over Matt's mouth, he said, "She has to deliberately show her boobs to a guy so he can tell us what he thinks of them."

"Matt! We talked about that-"

"She just hasn't got the nerve to pay up."

"It's not that exactly."

"So go on then," he said, grinning from ear to ear, "This is the perfect opportunity. After all, Danny's seen them already."

"No! I mean, I can't just-"

"See?" Matt said to Danny, "Too scared to do it."

He nodded, "Shame, but yeah."

"I am not scared!"

"Well," Matt said, "Prove it."

"No need," I tried, my heart drowning out everything, "He has already seen them and commented."

"Ah, but that wasn't the cost of the bet, was it?" Matt said, "The bet was for you to deliberately show him. Once a chicken, always a chicken, I guess."

"I am not!"

"Well do it then – get that debt paid off once and for all."

I stared into Matt's eyes and the excitement I saw there was having a very dangerous effect on my self-control. I scarcely believed it when I heard myself say, "Oh, all right, I will!"

Matt's cheer was joined by Danny's, and I half turned to face the handyman, my legs trembling. My mind seemed to have become a spectator as I lifted my hands to the top of the dress. I paused for a few seconds, amazed to find that I was savouring every moment. And then I pulled the top down in one quick, easy movement.

As my breasts were exposed once more and Danny's eager gaze drank in the view, I turned my head to Matt, "I love you." I dropped my voice to a hoarse whisper, "And I want this."

My words seemed to break something inside of my wonderful husband. He shook his head once, a disbelieving smile flickering across his face, and then reached for me, turning my face to his, his lips finding mine and his tongue darting into my welcoming mouth.

In the background I heard Danny let out another whoop of delight and the last vestiges of my self-control seemed to melt away, just as an insistent fluttering began to grow deep within my belly.

I kissed Matt as hard as I could, grinding my mouth against his, my body swinging around so that we were suddenly chest to chest, hips to hips. As his erection pressed into my belly I gave up any semblance of control, pulled my head back for a second, and whispered, "I want this... and you".

Matt let out a guttural moan and then he just said, "Sorry Danny, can't wait."

For a second I didn't understand what he meant. Then I felt Matt's hands slide under the waist of the skirt – and the waistband of my panties. With the understanding came first shock, second panic, and third, pure, unadulterated lust.

When Matt yanked at my clothing I drew my legs together, helping him to push everything down my legs. When Matt started to unzip his jeans I leaned back, inviting – no, demanding – Danny look at my exposed pussy. When Matt's erection sprang free I moved forward and grasped it tightly.

Towels from the shelf landed at our feet and I looked at Danny who had thrown them there. I smiled – actually smiled – and nodded.

I knelt, dragging Matt with me, and then spread the towels around before rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. "I want this," I gasped up at him.

"And you're gonna get it," he managed.

My mind whirled with the understanding of what I was doing in front of this complete stranger. As Matt's erection slid easily into my soaking wet depths I gasped with pure joy. I understood at some primal level that I'd never have had the nerve to do anything like this if it had been planned, and that it was pure lust that was driving me on now. But I also knew that I wanted to experience this and that this was the one chance the mouse in me had to throw off its shyness and explore what could be.

Just by the feel of Matt's massive hardness, now pounding in me, I knew that he was beyond control as well, knew also that he was finding this just as exciting as me. 

A wave of liberation swamped me. This was my one chance because I knew along with everything else that I'd never dare do something like this again. And I was suddenly determined to enjoy it to the full. 

The realisation sent another shock of pleasure through me and I arched my back, crying out with the ecstasy of the moment. As Matt continued to pump me, I grasped his head and stared into his eyes. "You know I want this so much, don't you?"

He gasped and nodded, "Yeah – and me."

"I want it all. Anything. Everything. Whatever you want."

As a flare of lustful understanding lit up Matt's eyes I began to climax. It was all I could do to concentrate enough to make out his words, "You want to try everything?"

"Yes!" It came from deep within me, a roar. I had to let him know what I really meant, "One time. I need to know, Matt. I want to know! Do you...?"

"Oh fuck, Mar, oh god yes!"

It felt as if Matt exploded inside me and that, coupled with his answer brought another wave of orgasm shuddering through me. I barely registered the fact that Matt suddenly withdrew from me, so helpless was I in the throes of my climax. It was only when I heard him say "Danny, I need some help here. She needs to know" that I understood what was happening.

Was this what I wanted so badly? Surely not? Surely the sudden surge of excitement that was prolonging my orgasm was a coincidence? I realised that it wasn't just at the same moment that I realised I was helpless anyway. Something deep inside me thrilled to the realisation and when I heard Danny's zipper sliding down I almost blacked out with desire.

Before I knew what was happening, Danny's face appeared a few inches in front of mine. "You sure?" he managed.

Matt clasped my hand, "Say the truth, Mar!"

I whimpered, "I... I don't believe this, but yes! Yes, I want this." My free reached down of its own volition and I grasped Danny's hot, hard cock. It brought the reality home to me in a single crashing wave, "Oh my god, yes I want it. I really, really want it."

Above me Danny groaned, "This is so fucking hot!" He shifted his weight jerkily and I guided his cock to my hot, wet pussy, my mind screaming in delight as I felt the tip part my labia.

I paused for a second and looked into Matt's eyes. The excitement, joy, lust that filled them was a perfect match for my own. Somehow I tore my gaze away and focused on Danny, "Come on then. I want it right now. I want..." I paused and swallowed hard, " I want you to fuck me now!"

For all that I was so desperate now, the feel if this stranger's cock sliding deep within me was still beyond anything that I had experienced before. I screamed 'yes!' over and over, louder when his hands squeezed my naked breasts, louder still when Danny began to pump my hyper-sensitive pussy.

As Danny pounded into me, his hands roaming all over my naked, sweating body, Matt leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. I reached around and found Matt's cock, hard again already and the feel of it in my hand had another orgasm coursing through me.

When Matt pulled back I wondered why for a few seconds before I realised that Danny was approaching orgasm. He began to pull away but I clung on, "Oh no, I want it ALL!"

My words took him over the edge and his already hard cock stiffened further, deep inside me. His mouth descended onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, his hands squeezing my breasts hard. I was his completely for the next few seconds and I bucked wildly as he started to spurt deep inside me. I tore my mouth away from his long enough to yell at him to 'fill me, fill my fucking pussy' and then lost control completely, arching my back to take him as deep inside as I could, another wave of orgasm pulsing wildly through me.

As I shuddered and moaned, a stranger's cock inside me, my mind was celebrating my courage, the joy I was feeling, the strangely comforting feeling of power that washed through me. 

I should have been sated, but when Matt nudged Danny and said 'I need some now', my excitement surged again. As Danny's cock was replaced with Matt's I let out a cry that threatened to deafen the two guys. For the next few minutes I was lost in a daze of ecstasy as four hands caressed every inch of me and two mouths explored every contour. 

I was no longer aware of waves of pleasure, just a single, prolonged tingling that pulsed constantly through my mind and body. The only stand out peak happened when Matt came hard once more and the thought of his juices mixing with mine and Danny's sent me off into a parallel world where the only sensation available to me was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.



It was maybe half an hour before any of us were sufficiently aware of our surroundings to say anything other than 'wow'. As my mind cleared a tiny voice told me that I should feel embarrassed or even worse, but the vast majority of my mind knew different. 

I was elated.

I stood and stared down at the two guys – one stranger, one familiar – and smiled with a warmth that I'd never experienced before. I was still naked but it felt right, and I had no desire to cover up. On the table the two half-empty glasses reminded me that I was incredibly, unbelievably thirsty, and a couple of minutes later all three of us were guzzling lemonade.

Danny eventually – and obviously reluctantly – pulled on his clothes and headed out into the daylight. He had thanked both of us profusely before he left and had even vowed not to tell a soul about what had happened. It hadn't really bothered me anyway since anyone that knew us would never believe such a thing, but it was nice to know.

After he had left Matt and I went up to the bedroom and made love, slowly (necessarily so since we were both somewhat sore), and with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes.

I had to assure my loving husband that they were tears of joy, and further assure him that I was completely and totally happy with what had happened. Afterwards – after orgasms of a strange intensity – we lay together and discussed what it all meant. To my surprise I found myself content with the events of the day, but with a desire to experience something similar again. Matt agreed with me, and we marvelled at what we had discovered about ourselves.

Everything had changed on one level, but on another – what Matt and I had between us – nothing had changed at all. Or at least, if it had then it was for the better.

Matt's reaction to my newfound desires leant me the strength to enjoy them without guilt, and my enjoyment meant that he could enjoy them even more himself. It was a perfect circle, and better still, it opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

That was six months ago, and I've some really exciting stories to tell everyone. In fact, I think I'll start writing them down right now...