0 comments/ 6449 views/ 1 favorites While I Wait By: Kufan969 After my sexual adventure with Elizabeth and Elena, I had been back over about a dozen times to fuck, but it was only with Elizabeth. But one day, I came over unexpected, which I had never done before. I thought Elizabeth would be home on a Saturday afternoon because we always fucked on Saturdays while her roommates went home. I guess this time she forgot to tell me she wouldn't be home. As I got to the door, Elena answered, which wasn't odd since she almost always answered it. "Hey Elena! Is Elizabeth home, right?" "Actually, she isn't today. Wanna wait for her? It should only be about an hour." "Oh, no I don't want to bother you. I'll just text her..." "No please stay," she begged. I couldn't decline her begging, so I just decided to go in. As we walked into the house, I couldn't help notice that she was smiling the whole time. We say down to watch TV. "What's up with you smiling so much?" "Oh, just happy ya know." It was obvious she was hiding something. I completely forgot about the whole smiling thing as she turned on a movie. Oddly, after a few minutes, she started to lean up against me. I didn't care much at first, but when I looked over at her she was still smiling and staring straight into my eyes. I don't know if she was trying to seduce me, but I was getting turned on by her eyes. This caused me to take a look at her body and noticed her petite breasts popping out at me. At this time I had a boner jutting out creating a bulge in my jeans. She must have noticed and prompted to squeeze my cock. I shook at this. Not wanting to stop this, I let it happen as we continued to watch the movie. But it was too hard to pay attention with her squeezing my dick. I made a bold move and reached my hand over to her thigh, and she seemed to want it to happen. I caressed her thigh for a minute before I put my hand to the top of her tight jean shorts. I pushed my hand down into her shorts and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. As I started he rub, she moaned and accidentally squeezed my cock hard. I could now tell why she'd been smiling the whole time: she had been wanting to have sex with me as much as I wanted it with her again. I removed my hands from her pants and got an upset look from her. "Is there a problem?" She asked. "Oh hell no. I just have another idea." I leaned in close to her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Let's do something while I wait for your sister. I think I have a game we boy might like." We boy leaned in again and began passionately kissing on the couch I pulled her on top of me and we madeout for a few minutes. I decided I needed to make my move now cuz I had no idea when Elizabeth would be home. I pushed Elena off and onto the couch. I pulled her shirt over her head and allows myself to she her breasts in her black bra. I unhooked her bra as fast as I could revealing her bare breasts. Before I allowed her to remove her shorts, I leaned in to suck on her bare left nipple. I could tell how much of a rush she got, and listened to her erotic moans as I worked on her nipple. I let to to give her a chance to remove her shorts and panties, and used the time to strip down nude myself. When we were both nude, she went right down to my cock. It was a matter of seconds before I felt the tip of her tongue on my cock. She slowly licked the head lightly to tease me. A few moments later, she engulfed half of my dick into her mouth and wasted no time. She went full out sloppy BJ on me. She slurped on my dick and released it every now and then to spit on it and give it a wank. She we my very fast and was pushing me pretty early. I couldn't hold out much longer. "Elena I'm gonna cum. On you tits." She jerked me off a couple of strokes until my dick shook. She backed off and allowed my streams of cum to land all over her small breasts. "Austin, I need your dick in me now." Unable to deny this, I pushed her down onto the floor and lined my cock over pussy. I slowly pushed my head into her tight sex as she moaned in ecstasy. I gave small thrusts until my full length was inside of her. Her tits had a small jiggle as I impaled her young body. I gave her a nice grab on the ass to rile her up some more. "Wait." She said. "I want you in my ass." I had never done anal, not even with Elizabeth, mostly because she never asked or hinted towards it. But I couldn't turn this down. I pulled out and Elena went onto her hands and knees. I put my head up to her anus and asked if she was ready and with a nod of he head, I inched my head into her. She took it in like she had done so before, most likely while toying around. I took a risk and went all the way in in one thrust, and she shook and moaned. I gave her hard thrusts and took no time picking up the pace. Her tits jiggled as I went as hard as I could into to her ass. I felt like I was getting close, and was given the okay to come in her ass. I released stream after stream of jizz deep into her ass and we both fell ove in delight. "We better by dressed before Elizabeth gets here." We both clothed and Elizabeth walked in. While I Was Sleeping I was in bed with another guy. Our college student group had just finished a two-month tour and on our last night before returning home, we stayed in a motel. Two beds and four guys to a room, so an old roomie and I took one bed. When we had roomed together, nothing ever happened between us. He'd make some comments on occasion, but nothing terribly far out of the ordinary for a guy. But this night turned out differently. I slept deeply, more so than usual, since I was exhausted from the tour. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a strange hand in my underwear stroking my cock, which was already hard and pulsing to his touch. At first, I was scared. Never had anybody touched my cock but me. I had no warning, no preparation. Here I was in bed suddenly with a hand on my cock, and two other guys in a bed beside us who'd likely not approve of what was happening. The sensation of having someone else do what I'd always done was exquisite. The feeling of being desired, and that by a masculine friend, was heady. But the invasion of my shorts, the intrusion into my sexuality, left me in shock, threw me in a state of heightened awareness, once my awakened brain took stock. At first, wanting but not wanting, I turned away from him, as if I were still asleep, my mind not believing that this was happening to me. My heart beat wildly. What to do? The question was answered for me as shortly his hand came again, seeking my cock. Deftly, he bypassed my short's waistband, skimmed my modest pubic hair, and massaged the base of my shaft. The pleasure overwhelmed me. My loins betrayed me. I was now his plaything, awaiting his next move, excited by his daring and his mastery. And play he did, as his hand gently felt each bulging vein, combed my groin with his fingers, flattened his hand against my scrotum, stretched my extended sac, and electrified my balls. He already knew what my lonely cock desired. His fingers twisted ever so gently, stroked long and tenderly, circled my engorged head, which I knew, from my own wanking, was purple with need for release. Slowly, he spread my emerging precum around my aching bulb, the wetness making every nerve a thirsty throat. As one hand caressed me and felt my throbbing cock, his other hand edged down my shorts to my knees. He slid his body behind me to close the space between us. His nakedness, hot from desire, pressed against my back, his own raging erection imprinting itself into my buttocks. Feeling his own hard cock humping against my ass, pushing apart my buttocks with his insistence, my cock got the signal and gathered all the body's energies in a single spot, behind the scrotum, for a white explosion of such intensity that my body's muscles froze to allow for ultimate pleasure. My buttocks clench around his shaft, and as he felt my strings of cum erupt from within, my release squirting into his hand again and again, bathing my groin and the bed with spreading warmth, his own cock was triggered by my convulsions. Quietly, robbed of breath by bodies in ecstasy, we both ejaculated as I was surrounded by cum, my own filling my lap, and his heat depositing copious puddles on my lower back and buttocks. For minutes we remained suspended together, back to front, joined by his hand's still incessant movement between my cock and balls, spreading my cum over every part, and cemented by his cum between us. Slowly our bodies relaxed, but neither of us moved. We slept, two men in wet dreams, and my unconscious dealing with the forbidden pleasure I'd just been introduced to. In the morning, we stirred before the two in the other bed, they apparently oblivious to all that had gone on during the night. We stole into the shower before them, covered the soaked sheets with the bedspread, and sprayed more deodorant and cologne than we usually used. My ex-roomie had just graduated from college, so after we parted that day at the tour's end, I never saw him again. -30- While I Was Sleeping This day has worn on forever, and it seemed like I would never get a break. But finally, everything was done, and it was time for me. I climbed the stairs, pulling the elastic from my hair and shaking out the long brown mane. Ugh, that bed looks really good…I bet a nap would feel awesome right now. Sigh. Nope, shower first Natalie, then you can snooze. I looked down at my sweaty exercise clothes. Yeah, you definitely need to bathe. I turned the thermostat up a few degrees, and began to get ready for my shower. I crossed my arms in front of me and grabbed the edge of my sweatshirt, pulling it up and over my head. My leggings were next, and I hooked my thumbs underneath the waistband and slid the black shiny material down my legs. I didn't wear my usual bikini panties with my spandex, and so I didn't have that to deal with. The slight chill in the air caught my skin and little bumps appeared along my stomach and thighs and the soft hair along my arms rose a little. I finished my little strip session by slipping off my grey bra and stepped into the now-warm bathroom. Reaching behind the curtain, I turned on the hot water and lifted the lever to switch the flow to the showerhead. Striking a match, I lit an assortment of candles, and watched the smoke twist and weave through the air from the match after I waved it out. I turned off the lights. The candles gave the bathroom an ethereal glow and the sound of muffled water was soothing. The first wave of steam escaped when I pulled back the curtain and stepped inside, quickly pulling it closed. Hot water enveloped my body as it flowed through my hair and ran down the curve of my back. I stepped back a little further into the stream and the water slid down the front as well, skimming my sides and wrapping along my hips before sliding along my inner thighs. Tilting my head back, I felt the water stream over my face, and it felt like there was nothing else in this world. Finally getting down to business, I turned into the water stream and reached for my shampoo bottle. I squeezed a small amount of the amethyst-colored liquid into my hand. I began massaging my hair into a cloud of lather as the light fragrance of freesia wafted through the mist, relaxing me even further. Plunging under the water, I rinsed the soap from my hair and picked up my shower crème. Opening the cap, I breathed in the warm, musky scent of vanilla. I applied a little of this golden gel to my loofah and worked it into a rich lather. Lifting my arm, I ran the sponge along its length, circling around as I went. Repeating with the other arm, then gently stroking along my neck…down my sides…circling around my stomach…wrapping behind me to wash the nape of my neck to the small of my back… attending to the delicate place between my legs…sliding along my muscled thighs and calves and carefully washing my feet. I stepped once again back into the flow of the water and rinsed the white foam from my body. The room was a cloud of steam when I stepped from the shower to dry off. I whisked the droplets of water from my skin before wrapping myself in one of the fluffy white bath sheets. After combing my chestnut-colored hair and lightly drying it with a towel, I shook out the full mane, allowing it to air dry. Lotion was next, and I smoothed the pale yellow cream along every inch of my freshly washed skin. Ah, much better. Now, about that nap… Oh, yes, a nap was definitely just what the doctor ordered. The soft cotton sheets felt wonderfully smooth against my bare skin and the mattress had just the right support for my aching muscles. The royal blue comforter enveloped my body, wrapping it in softness and warmth. It seemed as though nothing ever felt so delicious as the feeling of relaxing there, drifting off to sleep as the last light of day faded. It had been a long day for you as well. Work had been hard, with bosses and other assorted jerks constantly harassing you. The project had taken much longer than expected, necessitating you to work late that night. The drive home had been a blur, you were too tired to think about much except getting home to rest. A quiet house greeted you as you walked in the door. No matter, this suits you just fine. Hmm, a plate of food from dinner is on the table, ready for reheating. Unfortunately, the late night required another inhalation of fast food at the desk. Ok, next item on agenda…bed. Your feet were dragging with every step up to the bedroom, by the time you reached the door you were convinced you'd just sleep in your work clothes. Wait a minute, what's that? Stepping into the bedroom your eyes adjusted to the dimness and you realized I was already in bed and asleep as evidenced by my steady breathing. Suddenly, you weren't quite as tired as you were a minute ago. You walked over to the bed and gently eased yourself down next to my sleeping form. Leaning down, you breathed in the faint scent of soap and vanilla from my skin, still slightly warm from the shower. The comforter was pulled up just enough to cover me, but draped conveniently enough to show that I had opted to wear nothing for my nap. Returning your face to the side of my neck, you rested your cheek against my damp, freshly-washed hair. You brought your lips to my ear and gently breathed against the back of it, then kissed that sensitive spot only you know about. My eyelids fluttered and my neck arched back against you, breath gently catching before settling back into sleep. Oh no, definitely not tired anymore, especially one particular part that had stirred. Making short work of your clothes, you returned back to your place beside me, this time slipping under the covers as naked as I. You decided to tease me, playing with me a little, at least as long as you could stand for. Your fingers lightly brushed against my shoulder, careful to use the gentlest touch. You traced swirling patterns along the soft skin of my back, watching the reactions I gave and careful not to let me stir. Your strokes slowly worked their way around my sides, and you gently caressed my stomach. You never dipped below the ridge of my hip bone, but skirted the area with a maddeningly light touch. For all your ministrations, I still remained asleep, but my steady breathing had started to include gentle moans as you stroked along my skin. You smiled to yourself as you watched my body react slightly to your touches and you moved over closer to me, your body barely brushing against my back. Placing your lips against my neck, you began a trail of soft kisses along my neck and shoulder. The touch of your hand against my hip became a little firmer as your stroking intensified ever so slightly. Sliding your hand around, you let you fingertips gently graze along my inner thigh, letting a single finger slide between my legs. My eyelashes fluttered more, and my breathing a little heavier. My body unconsciously arched back, pressing against your body. You were already aroused, but the sight of my face in the middle of what was obviously a wonderful dream, and the feel of my body pressed against yours was just too much. Sliding higher, your lips found that secret spot near my ear again and you began kissing and breathing against my neck with an increased passion as you gently pulled my hips back against you, no longer caring whether I awoke or not. My eyes fluttered open, and I was slightly dazed, having just awoken from the most wonderful dream. I got my bearings a moment later and realized that it was not a dream, but instead reality. I felt your tongue and lips along my neck, your hand caressing me, the passionate whispers you were making in my ear, and the feel of your strong body pressed against mine; these were all too much. I turned to face you, my pulse quickened from your teasing while I lay asleep. "And just what do you think you were doing, mister," I asked as you smiled seductively back at me. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all…" you feigned innocence, but your hands were nothing but innocent as they continued to roam across my body. "The question is, what do you think you were doing falling asleep naked and tempting like that?" You wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to you. "As if I could resist a sight like that, when you're fresh from a shower and everything…" you nuzzled your face into my neck again, trailing kisses up to my face as you rubbed your hips gently against mine. "There's only so much a man can take, you know." I smiled, pulling your head down to mine, kissing you. "Well, I know one thing that you can take…" I purred gently as I shifted positions, lying on my back. Following my lead, you moved your body over mine, covering me. I slid one leg up, wrapping it behind your thighs as I ran my hands across your arms and back. Looking up, I caught your beautiful eyes and gave a playful smile. "And as far as I'm concerned, you can take it whenever you want." While I Was Sleeping I crawled into bed after pulling on my pajama top. I loved how the worn cotton of the blue tank was so soft against my skin. Because it wasn't too late in the summer, and we were trying to save money, the inefficient air conditioning unit was turned off. As a result, a gentle murmur of electric fans moved through the bedroom to the living room, helping to circulate the air coming in through the windows. He wasn't in bed yet. Lately I had found myself heading there by myself, though it took a while before I could fall asleep. And what was he doing? He was on the computer, reading news blogs, talking to friends, jacking off to naked ladies on the internet. Not that I'm opposed to porn, in fact, I wish he'd share that particular interest of his with me. Why be ashamed and wait until I'm asleep? Hell, I love good porn. Even the silly stuff can get me off. I'm really easy and I know it! So instead of cuddling together in bed and snogging on each other, I fiddled with my clit until I fell asleep, and he tugged on his penis underneath his desk for a few hours. Needless to say, our sex life was lame, and nearly non-existent. I didn't notice when the dreams first started, but they were good ones. Sex dreams. The kind that make you late for work because you absolutely have to spend an extra ten minutes in the shower, getting yourself off as you recall each delicious detail. Naughty dreams. Whips and chains and ties of all sorts. Textures and tastes. One of the dreams began with a man parting my legs and nuzzling his face against my crotch, exploring it with his nose and breathe. I could still feel the sensation of the warm puffs of air against my naked thighs, droplets of moisture being licked from my public hair and outer labia. And then there was another dream involving four men, which would have never happened in real life. Two men holding my arms spread, their fingers tight around my wrists, while another two men spread my legs. Endless moments were spent as I writhed in agony, blindfolded and otherwise untouched. In my dream I reached such an unspeakable peak just by being _watched_. Now, I know it's unconventional, but I'm going to let you in behind the scenes. One night, after I was asleep, he skipped his routine porn surf. I said it before, there's nothing wrong with jerking off to porn, but that night he was more interested in flesh and blood, and as he touched me through the covers, he wanted me. He wanted to touch and taste and fuck. Maybe, just for fun, he wanted to see if he could do it without waking me. And I'm a very heavy sleeper. He folded the sheets back and pulled my tank top up over my stomach and breasts, letting it rest in a pile around my throat. He stroked my bare chest with his smooth finger nails, my skin rippling with goose bumps in reaction, then enveloped my nipples in his mouth alternatively, sucking appreciatively at the salty sweat from the warm evening. I moaned back in pleasure and he leaned back for a moment, flashing that gentle grin of his. While attending to my tight red nipples, his hands spread my thighs and played with my clit through my underwear. They may have been the purple ones with lace, which I traditionally wore when hoping for sex after some night on the town, or the plain white ones I had taken to wearing since last year. Who cares. The point is that he touched me and in doing so prepared me to be fucked. I was fluid. Liquid. I was wet. His fingers parted my lips and slipped in easily. Did he know that I had just used my own fingers to bring myself to a climax not more than an hour ago? His mouth left my breasts and he concentrated on removing my underwear carefully, making sure I didn't wake up. He lay between my thighs and pressed his cock against me, pressing very slowly, inching his way up into my body. Watching my face for any signs of waking... ***** After a few nights he grew more brass as he learned how far he could go without waking me. I don't think he went as far as to drug me, yet I don't understand how I didn't wake up. Especially as some mornings my ass was so sore. He was twisting me over in my sleep and taking my pert little bottom from behind, slowly at first and then gradually ramping up his speed until he was slamming into me with his entire body. I even had bruises on my hips where his fingers gripped me, but I never noticed. His body would bend over my back, fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. And then one morning I woke up earlier than him, and in a very odd position. My cheek was pressed against the pillow as usual, but I was on my stomach with my knees pulled up to my chest, rump slightly in the air. Needless to say I was a bit embarrassed, especially as my underwear was nowhere to be seen. Had I forgotten to put it on? Was my position related to the horny dreams I'd been having? Oh god. Was I fucking myself while I was sleeping? OH GOD. Had he caught me doing this when coming to bed?? I didn't say a word to him about it, and of course he didn't say a word about it to me. Truth be told, we had had such a marathon of sex that night that he had collapsed next to me in exhaustion, barely managing to peel off the condom and hide it in his nightstand before falling asleep. But the next time I woke up in a strange position, it was intentional. He had set his alarm for an early appointment, and when he noticed the way my legs were spread and my hands were trapped beneath my ass, he decided to leave them there. He wanted to advance the game. I'm not stupid. I did wonder why I was so wet in the mornings, and the sexual positions I found myself in began to feel so posed that I wanted to believe he was behind it all. And after my feet found a few cold condoms on the floor in the mornings, I was sure of it. A thrill would go through me as I relived that night's dreams and sensations. I felt so alive and sexually charged. And I felt loved, knowing that while I had been worrying about how we were growing apart, he was doing something about it. So I let it continue, playing his game and seeing how far he would go, and hoping that he wouldn't just decide to stop one day. I had to purchase gentle creams and padded bras for my sore nipples, and wear longer clothing to hide bruises and love bites from my conservative managers. And the fucking continued. I know you won't believe me, but I still didn't wake up. Even though I knew what was going on, he managed to wait until I was sound asleep. One night he entered the dark room and stood next to the bed, shifting me over to the edge. I wish I had been awake to see the scene: a man standing by the door, as light from the hall blacked his features yet spilled onto the woman's face, face-fucking her while she slept. He loved to hold my head close to his groin, fingers twisting in my hair. After a while, he slid into bed with me and gently repositioned me so that my feet were resting on my pillow, knees slightly bent, and my head was resting midway down the mattress. His penis was still rock hard from the sucking I'd been giving him and when it pressed against my cheek, it left a wet trail of pre-cum and saliva until it reached my mouth. He pierced my lips slowly to avoid my teeth and began again to thrust his hips slowly against my face, holding my head in place. Being the considerate man he was, he busied his own mouth on my cunt, nipping and tugging on my outer labia until my own pre-cum began to flow. I quickly came as he licked and sucked. Chasing me in my orgasm, his cum splashed into my mouth, and I swallowed instinctively, milking him dry. He wrapped his sweaty arms around my thighs and nuzzled against my hot skin. When I woke that next morning, his cock was resting on my soft tongue. Not quite wanting to end the game, I extricated myself without waking him and took an extra long shower, complete with a nubby washcloth that had just the right amount of rough texture to bring me to a trembling orgasm. I managed to keep my footing on the rubber animal-shapes stuck to the shower floor. Not every night ended in an obvious sexual exploit, but there were enough of them that I felt very satisfied. I woke with a grin and he did too. He knew that I knew. Once I woke up with one wrist tied to the top bedpost and a leg tied to the footboard, and we could hardly keep from laughing. As I watched him stepping into his pants and buckling his belt, my left hand struggled to untie the black rope at the headboard (I'm very right-handed). As a result, I barely got out the door after him in the race to get to work on time. Most mornings were more vanilla, with either his arms holding me, or mine holding him. I loved the latter because I relished the feeling that I was giving something back to him by protecting him as he slept. I could go on forever, describing it all to you, my wicked, hungry readers, but suffice it to say that I finally took initiative and did some research for the really good local sex shops. We re-introduced "normal" consensual sex into our lives (or should I say conscious?), but we always make room in our busy schedules for a nocturnal frolic here and there. Especially now that I wear earplugs at night. Just in case. While I Watched Like many other couples my wife and I had talked about having sex with others and fantasised on whether we would be able to handle the situation of wife-swapping. Just like most others that's as far as it ever got. Susan, my wife enjoyed flirting with other men, even in front of me but that was just how she was – it was all in fun. She would tell guys that come on to her that they would have to bring a few friends because they would be quite inadequate on their own. Usually she would purposely raise her voice for the amusement of anyone in earshot. So, as she often talked and joked about sex to other men while I was there it was no big deal that when on holiday she let guys enjoy the sight of her charms when in her swimwear or at the bar before putting them down – and as normal I just looked on and laughed. We were spending two weeks on the Greek island of Crete lapping up the Mediterranean sunshine. Both Sue and I were just short of our thirtieth birthday and had been married two years. Having no kids we went clubbing and partied on a regular basis but with the big three –O about to happen we wondered if it was time to slow down a bit. The thought of getting older had worried Sue a little which probably explained why she did what she did on that fateful holiday. However, I'll never understand why I let it happen – or maybe I'm too scared to admit certain truths to myself. We spent the days either by the pool or on the beach in the first week with the intention of sightseeing the second. The nights were spent in bars and taverna's where we met many people enjoying the local food and culture. Inevitably we would finish up back at the bar of our self catering apartment complex. By the second night we had got chatting to three young guys who after admiring Sue had found the courage that comes with strong drink to buy us a drink a an excuse to join us. You've got the picture – she flirted – they loved it – she teased them. It wasn't long before the lads made comments about what they could do for her and what a shame she had brought her husband along. It was all in fun so when one said, "We would spoil you for any other man and make you beg for more!" we all laughed and no offence was taken. Sue didn't mind one bit when they made comments about parts of her body saying what a nice pair of breasts she had and wonder how it would feel to have her thighs wrapped around them. It was the drink talking and the following morning they would be almost embarrassed and as polite as could be. When they actually apologised to me for their behaviour I told them that it was fine and I had got used to men drooling over her and that it reminded me of what a stunner I had married. After that, and when they had had a few drinks they ogled her body more openly – and she in turn started to show that little bit more. One afternoon when they joined us on the beach for a while Sue did something she didn't normally go in for. Without warning or comment she undid the top of her bikini and waiting while every eye was on her she let it fall away saying she was going to do a spot of topless sunbathing. All four of us males felt a rise in our swimming trunks when her tits came on view. Very cheekily, Sue let her eyes go from one bulge to the other and asked if we all liked what we saw. She spent the next hour enjoying the attentions of the boys – who, in spite of many other topless women on that beach seemed interested in only my wife. Now normally I don't find anything sexy or erotic by sunbathers whether they are topless or not. I can admire a well toned body but it's much sexier to see a woman partly undressed or showing a little too much thigh than seeing her stripped and trying to become as red as a lobster. I think that's normal with most men – a woman in sexy underwear for instance is much more erotic than one in a bikini – even though it may be skimpier. Seeing the same girl at night in a little mini skirt sat at the bar, flashing her panties is much more arousing. What made this event sexually arousing for me was realising my wife had exposed her tits with the sole intention of getting these guys turned on – it was different than her usual teasing. These boys, being younger than us at around their early twenties seemed particularly excited that it was a married woman flashing for them. To them, Sue, at thirty almost was a mature married woman that didn't do such things – or rather not so blatantly. For instance she made a big thing about rubbing cream onto her breasts and around her nipples, making them very erect! While she did that she simply smiled at the boys and let them take in the sight. By the time late evening came and we had eaten I was looking forward to returning to the apartment bar to see how the guys would react after a drink had loosened their tongues. As we sat in the taverna finishing our drinks the guys appeared and joined us. Sue's eyes lit up and for another half hour she flirted and teased them. It was her who eventually suggested we should all go back to the apartments for more drinks. This we did and I noticed she was drinking faster than normal, getting very merry. The boys too had drunk their fair share and when most of the other guests had retired for the night things got a little raunchier. Sue's shirt had popped open and she took delight at pointing out to the boys that her breasts were almost exposed again – like on the beach. She said that as they had already seen them bared that maybe they would no longer be interested in looking. It seemed to me a pointed question and I saw how delighted she was when they told her that they would love to see them again. The talk got sexier and louder and eventually it became clear that we had to cool it and let the barman close up. He was a big Greek guy about fifty and had been taking all this in listening to every word. I told Sue it was time we went to bed and she laughed telling the other guys they would all be needed to satisfy her! As we all rose up from our seats and started to walk off Sue whispered in my ear. "Can we invite them back to our room for the last few drinks – I'm nowhere near ready to sleep yet?" When I pointed out she was becoming a little outrageous she maybe a little drunk she retorted, "So? I thought you liked the thought of me being sexy for other men?" It was the drink talking again I told myself but as she was enjoying this holiday and knowing how she liked to tease I thought I would let her have her fun. It wouldn't be long before she would probably pass out on the bed and fall asleep. The guys were a good sort and why not let them have something to wank over when they fantasised about shagging my wife. The thought gave me a thrill too! When I asked the guys if they wanted to come back for a nightcap they all eagerly agreed and Sue rushed up to the barman and asked him to sell her a bottle of scotch. Wickedly she told him that we would need a drink after she had tired us all out. He looked unbelieving at her and must have thought she was a slut – he had a lecherous look in his eye – or was it envious? We piled into our sparsely furnished rooms and the three guys just managed to sit themselves on the couch. "That's no good!" said Sue, "There's not enough room – let's go sit on the bed – it'll be more comfortable." We all followed and Sue got glasses before sitting on the floor while the guys sat half lying on the bed. I offered to bring a chair but she said no then when I noticed how she had bent her knee to rest her arm I realised that the guys would be able to see right up her skirt. I felt a twinge of excitement and decided it would be best if I took the little seat in the corner of the room – so I could see all! For a time we all drank and chatted, laughing and joking – Sue making sexy jokes and comments. I was becoming aroused a little when I watched the guys look between her legs – I didn't know then whether she was aware of how much she was showing. She didn't seem to be reacting any different to what she normally was but then she stood, and after pouring more drinks said she was becoming uncomfortable on the floor. She dropped onto the bed in between two of the guys. I became quieter feeling somewhat disturbed by this turn of events until I was almost forgotten about and left out of the conversation. The guys were too busy enjoying the close proximity of my wife whose skirt had ridden up quite a lot. I listened with surprise and shock at how the conversation progressed. My wife actually asked them if they had been turned on by the sight of her breasts that afternoon. She told them that she had had enjoyed the attention. I caught my breath when I heard her say that it made her feel aroused when she knew men were giving her lustful looks. It went on and to my surprise she didn't seem drunk anymore – she didn't slur her speech and spoke rationally. As though I wasn't there she rested her body against one of the boys who it was clear, didn't know what to make of this! But they looked unabashed at her bare thighs and tried to catch a glimpse of panties because her skirt was only just hiding her pubic area. She stretched out a leg as though helping them get a better look – and the boy that was almost behind her and left out moved to her front and sat on the floor. Now he could see her panties and she looked rather pleased at this smiling down at him. To my horror she began to tell them that we had talked about swinging and how the thought aroused us. She laughed when she pointed out that having three men in the bedroom was probably the best chance we had of making our fantasy come true. The hand holding her glass began to make small circular movements – on one boys' thigh. It was only a matter of time before one of the boys found the courage to do likewise and I watched with baited breath as he touched her thigh and let his fingers run from her knee to almost her hip! My wife kept talking slowly and the conversation was serious now as they listened to her tell them that married couples could have other sex partners without it causing trouble if both were agreed. I gulped when I realised that these boys would take that as an invitation and that she was implying that we both had been building up to this. Now this is the point were I should have stopped it and put things right – but I didn't. I sat still wondering just how far it would go and my mouth had gone dry and head was spinning. My wife gave me the tiniest of glances before she made an announcement. "I'm a bit nasty keep teasing you all like this I suppose you hoped for a good ogle. Well, if it's OK to do it on the beach then there's no harm doing it here – after all it's what you see in magazines nowadays – I'll give you a little treat." She very slowly unfastened her shirt and when she had let them feast their eyes on her flimsy black bra she asked if they would like it if she took it off. "Do you want another look at my tits?" she said grinning. They all nodded and licked their lips – not one of them looked for my approval or reaction. Sue looked at each none provocatively as she allowed her bra to slip away and when her nipples came into view she smiled at their gasps. Now someone did look my way but Sue reassured them. "Don't worry about him," she said dismissing me, "He won't do anything." I nearly choked as when she had uttered this she then held her breasts high with both hands and sat upright to show them off. She smiled glad that she was pleasing them and turned to each one then she noticed the one on the floor. "Your friend down there is getting an eyeful looking up my skirt!" Letting go of her breasts she pulled her skirt all the way to her hips to show off her see through panties then returned her fingers to her tits this time playing with her nipples. "Now you can all have a good look," she said, "Watch me play!" The boy stoking her thigh was creeping dangerously close to her crotch but she simply smiled at him and her hips began to wriggle slightly. For two or three long minutes this went on before she almost screeched. "Fucking hell - I'm so turned on – I want you to touch me!" The boys needed no more invitation – Sue took the hand of the boy on her right and placed it on the tit nearest to him. Looking at the one on her left she whispered to him. "You can let your hand go higher if you want" He hesitated for just a second before he shakily let his fingers creep between her legs and she grabbed his wrist placing it just in the right place. "That's right!" she told the third boy as he too moved to sit on the floor between her legs and joined his friend in tickling her pussy. My wife looked ecstatic as the guy's gave her pleasure playing with her nipples and pussy. Only once in the next few minutes did any of the lads cast a glance my way, instead they were mesmerised and fascinated by my wife's willingness to let them take the time to explore and touch every inch of her body. This was new to them - young guys like this usually just get the wham bam thank you ma'am kind of fuck or maybe a quick wank. Having a woman that allowed all three to touch – and watch how his mates faired – was a very exciting and erotic experience. As for me and my wife – well she was living out one of her fantasies – and I was confused and disturbed. Was she treating me with disrespect and making a fool of me - or remembering how we had discussed group sex was this a performance for my benefit and pleasure? Had she come to the conclusion that I took my pleasure from being a wife-watcher – that this voyeurism was my secret favourite desire? Whatever – I didn't stop it – I just carried on sitting there being ignored – quietly watching. The boys playing with her pussy were both having difficulties. Both wanted to pull apart the flimsy panties and let their fingers enter her wet cavern. Sue wriggled around and was becoming impatient to experience more sexual delight. "Do you want to take them off?" she purred to the boys, "They're getting in the way aren't they. All the time she had just been sitting with half closed eyes - sighing and smiling with a look of almost exaggerated joy. Her hands had been massaging the boy's thighs and more than once she had brushed over the bulge that was their erect penises that wanted to break through their trousers. I swallowed hard as I watched her lift her hips to allow the shaky hands of the boys peel down her panties. The other boy, smiling broadly at his mate's actions got visibly aroused and squeezed harder on her nipples pulling them as though it was his dick being masturbated. My wife let out a little yell and her eyes rolled – then she uttered an almost inaudible "yes" before her face broke out into a wide smirk that matched the lads. Now that fingers played in and out of her cunt she moaned freely and guided them to the best place with her own hand. I kept repeating the question to myself, "Is she going to let them fuck her?" When I saw her hand slowly unzipping a boys' fly I let out a yell. I was almost embarrassed by my outburst as two of them threw a quick look my way. My yell was not one of anger – I had now shocked myself into having to admit that I was getting something from this – that my dick was just as hard as the other males in that room. I was content to carry on watching my wife orchestrate these three guys into giving her sexual satisfaction. Almost covering my face to hide my true feelings I froze as my wife's head turned toward me and she just gazed at me. No real expression – no clue to what she was thinking – or even to wonder what I was thinking – she merely stared me in the eye. I felt uncomfortable and my mouth went dry then I felt an intense feeling of humiliation as out of the corner of my eyes I became aware that as she gazed at me she was actually taking out the boys cocks – not one, but both boys sat either side of her. Still she stared me in the eye unmoved as her hands began to pull their fore-skin in unison. While she unemotionally kept her eyes on me she expertly and eagerly masturbated the two boys. The boy between her legs turned on but feeling left out by this sight almost begged for attention. Just pausing long enough to express her needs my wife took her eyes from me and gave a little command to the boy. "Stand up – come nearer!" He did as he was bid and my wife stopped masturbating the boy on the left and plunged his hand into her pussy before resuming her work with his cock. The boy standing looked a little lost but my wife showed him what she wanted. Once again I let out forth a strange noise as I saw her open her mouth and wait expectedly for the lad to take the hint. For a second he didn't believe the offer then holding his erect penis in position he stepped just a fraction closer and inserted his dick into my wife's mouth. Greedily she gulped and sucked like a child trying to devour its candy lest someone should take it away. The hands working on the penis's quickened and her head began to bob to and fro. With a feeling of guilt and embarrassment I nervously unzipped my trousers and let my aching cock spring free. Almost hoping no one would notice I gave in to the desire to masturbate - slowly and purposely – while my eyes never left the scene before me. Still I covered my face with my free hand as though it would hide my thoughts. When my wife speeded up her motions then so too did I – the boys, in quick succession came, noisily and with great volume. My wife moaned when she saw and felt the sticky white liquid on her body and when she finally released her grip on the cocks she took hold of the hand on her pussy and proceeded to finish herself off. All this was too much for the boy being sucked and he stiffened as his sperm shot into her mouth. She didn't mind – she slurped and drank his juices while she patiently waited for him to exhaust his seed. I became aware that the other noise I could hear was coming from me – a grunt and groan that kept pace with the rapid movements of the hand that was busy wanking on my cock. The humiliation I felt when my climax came was beyond belief. I could nothing about it when at the same time the first spurts shot across the room everyone had turned to look my way. Suddenly, when I hoped they wouldn't, I was once again noticed. Nothing was hidden – the expression on my face as I sat there in the corner of the room enjoying watching my wife having sex with three guys while I masturbated told them all they wanted to know. My wife's face still gave nothing away – it was just a look. I felt as though she was telling me that it was OK for her to indulge in this sexual kink but that I was weird and perverted by being there to watch. Not many words were spoken as we all finally adjusted our dress and as the boys bid us goodnight I declined to answer. My wife disappeared for a shower and I lay quietly on the bed wanting to be alone with my thoughts. For most of the night I lay there thinking about the events and what they meant. The next day we spent the morning by the pool and though the conversation seemed normal there was a nervous atmosphere between us. The only reference to the night before was when my wife suddenly commented out of the blue. "It was you that first put the idea in my head you know – you're the one that started it!" There was no mention of what "the idea" was but it didn't really need to be spelt out. I wondered just what she thought of me. Was she shocked that I didn't stop it – did she think I was perverted and maybe a wimp for just sitting there watching? Maybe she was going to excuse her own actions by blaming the drink. What did she really think about me when she turned to see me pulling my cock and climaxing because I had enjoyed watching her swallow another mans sperm while she masturbated two others? While I Watched We didn't see the guys until the third day when they announced that they would be leaving – their holiday was at an end. I was relieved and exchanged as few words as possible with them. The late afternoon found us back at the pool resting from an excursion when we noticed the packed bags of the guys. Waiting for their transport to the airport they paced around waving as they saw us. My wife had popped back to our room to refresh and when she returned I told her I had wished the boys a safe journey home and said goodbyes for us both. After a while she showed her dissatisfaction with this and asked pointedly. "Do you mind if I go and say my own farewell – what happened wasn't their fault – no need for me to ignore them?" I pondered on the reasoning and logic of this – why couldn't she just let it go – it's not as though we would ever see them again? Reluctantly I told that if she must – then don't let me stop her. More than fifteen minutes later I was still sat there waiting for her – it was a long goodbye. I became agitated and suspicious until finally, not being able to stand the suspense any longer I made my way toward their apartment. The door was closed – unusual given it was a hot afternoon – they should surely be waiting outside – all was quiet. Maybe they had gone elsewhere – maybe for a last drink – but why did my wife go without me? I walked up to the door and for a minute was tempted to knock – but then another course of action occurred to me. All these apartments were alike – I knew there was a small window at the side looking into the lounge while patio doors were at the rear. First I would peer through the small window and if I saw all three guys there I knew my wife would probably be back at our room and my fears would be unfounded. What met my eyes was hard to stomach and made me shake and feel sick with feelings of a man betrayed. I saw my wife's bare backside – it was presented high and clearly by her act of being bent over resting her hands on a coffee table. The bottom half of her bikini lay on the floor beside her though she still had on her bra and small top. In the room, behind her, were the three boys – with cocks waving in the air. As I watched she tuned and I saw her mouth move to say something before she was penetrated by a stiff dick. She was offering her arse to be fucked – doggy fashion – and all three were taking their turn. I was too late for the full performance – it seemed this guy was the last. I focused on her face as the boy pumped away – she loved every minute of it – her look told me she was in heaven. A smile came across her lips and her eyes opened and closed several times as the guy held her buttocks and fucked away at her like a piston. I told myself repeatedly that she had done this with all three – three cocks – one after the other - this was her farewell to them. How had this come about – had she said, "Do you want to fuck me from behind before you go?" How on earth had it built up to this so quickly – she would have had to offer it on a plate within minutes of seeing them – no foreplay or drink played a part here? Stunned I waited while the guy had cum then went back to the pool as my wife was about to leave the room. I diverted and going back to our own rooms I went to the bathroom to compose myself and get my head together. I couldn't help myself – I felt a compulsion – the pictures replayed in my head and I just kept seeing my wife's bare arse and her smiling face. In a minute I was masturbating myself at the memory of what I had witnessed. I actually felt a sense of disappointment that I had missed the full show. I wished I could have witnessed just how it had all started so quickly. I would have liked to see the part where my wife first took off her bikini bottom and offered up her arse. I stood and pulled my cock feeling very turned on but very guilty that I should experience such powerful excitement by witnessing my wife's betrayal – by watching her being such a slut. Her voice suddenly broke the silence and my sperm splashed into the toilet bowl. "Are you in here?" she asked. "I've seen the guys and said goodbye – I've just come back to use the bathroom." I said nothing other than tell her I'd see her back at the pool before leaving her to clean up. I knew just why she needed that bathroom – to wash the sperm of three men from her well fucked pussy! By the time I got back to the poolside my dick was almost hard again. But what of my wife – how long had she been cheating on me like this – had she hidden the fact that she was such a dirty slut from me throughout our married life? There could be no excuse this time – it was done sober – intentionally and blatantly and deceitfully. This certainly wasn't done with my pleasure in mind! In spite of everything we enjoyed the rest of our holiday – the sightseeing – food – and of course swimming in the warm Mediterranean waters. Crete is a wonderful island but I always manage to have one problem – a day or two of tummy upset! I thought I had escaped it this time but it came with a vengeance knocking me off my feet for a day. My wife had returned to normal and she refrained from making new friends at the bar and seemed happy with just my company. I was still shaken by her behaviour but didn't cause a scene or try to discus it – there would be a place and a time. I still could not reconcile my own actions and attitude and decided to let things lie. Only once did she do her usual flirting and it was with the middle aged barman who didn't say much anyway. On the worst night I could do nothing but lie on the bed and just wait for the problem to pass. I told Sue to go and have a meal I would be OK but she insisted on just getting some fast food and eating it on the balcony. I slept on and off and apologised that I wasn't much company. Then she sprung a surprise on me and told me that she would go down to the bar alone and have a couple of drinks. "The three guys left us some drinks paid on behind the bar – it would be a shame to waste them." Normally it would sound innocent enough but given the events of the last week it made me wary. However I was in no state to argue and after she ate I watched her dress to go out. I was immediately suspicious that she put hold up stocking on and her sexist white lace underwear. When I queried her choice saying it was too bloody hot to wear stockings she said she felt like dressing properly for a change – it was a woman thing. Her top showed her bra through and being half cup her contrasting deep tanned flesh looked very fetching when her breasts wobbled. The amount of cleavage was just enough to keep a man interested. So off she went to the bar reassuring me that she wouldn't be far away and not to worry. So too did I lay there and between frequent visits to the bathroom felt very unsettled and distrusting of Sue my wife. I reasoned that the current batch of visitors were either elderly couples or families – no groups of men or potential sex partners. Surely she would not dare to venture away to other bars for chance I checked up on her. It was with those thoughts that I gradually drifted into a doze until eventually I woke with a start. Looking at the clock I became angry when I noted the time – 12.15am. Where the fuck was she while this time? By the time the clock got to 12.45am I had to move – I was unsettled and annoyed and despite my predicament I had to act. I knew the bar closed by now – this was not an all night revellers sort of place. Quickly washing to wake myself up and dressing in pants and shirt I crept out to look for her. To save face I dressed and tidied up so I could simply say I was feeling better and needed a stroll if I should find I had been irrational and find her talking to someone's grandmother! My stomach churned when I approached the bar and saw no lights on. There was no background music or sound of chatter. "Kalinicta!" said a voice from behind me. It was a member of staff making their way home. "The bar will be closed now – it's too late," said the Greek woman. Feeling stupid and angry I tried to sound rational. "Yeah – I was just looking for someone – it's OK." "If you want Manoulis the barman his apartment is at the end of the path over there," informed the helpful woman. I thanked her with out further explanation and when she was out of sight I wondered whether it would be worth just having a look down that path. It was longer than I thought to reach the end - the narrow path was flanked by large shrubs that made the breeze whistle as it passed through the leaves. Gentle but long curves meant that anyone walking toward you would be hidden until you almost met. It followed the wall of the buildings and of course like most Greek islands there was no much in the way of street lighting. Slowly I walked along this path and stopped as I thought I heard the sound of voices. Telling myself it was the breeze I walked on until an unmistakable and familiar sound of laughter reached my ears. It was the sound of my wife and she was not on the path so where was she - and with whom? Quietly I stepped to one side into the shadows and made my way slowly forward. There just a few yards in front of me was the middle-aged and overweight unshaven Greek barman – between him and the wall was my wife! "So you like what Manouli has between his legs eh?" he grunted with a dirty laugh. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light and I saw my wife side on – her skirt lifted above the tops of her stockings bunched up into the Greeks fist. Her hand was inside his pants – and I knew what she was holding. The fat sweaty man was pawing her breasts and kissing her neck. I stood still fighting the urge to cry out or attack this man and tried to keep my breathing under control. My heart beat so fast and hard I could almost hear it and my mouth went very dry. My stomach churned but this was nothing to do with my ailment – I felt every nerve in my body. I heard my wife and this man speak to each other but could not make out what they said. The little moans and laughs my wife gave out told me she was certainly enjoying herself. "You dirty girl," said the Greek, "You like plenty cock huh? You like having your pussy filled? How dirt are you lady?" he asked laughing. "Yes I like it!" said my wife with a grin. "And if you want to know how dirty I am – you'll just have to find out won't you?" I caught my breath but there were more disturbing words to follow. "So where are these friends of yours we were going to have a drink with – it's getting late – my husband might wake up?" "Come on dirty lady – we'll go inside and wait for them." They walked off leaning on each other and laughing just a few more yards where the fat man produced a key and opened a door. Inside they went while I tried to decide my next course of action – sure I should burst in and give them both a good slapping. I stayed for a long minute and argued with myself that it would be best if I learned how far she was prepared to go with this fat old greasy man. What's the attraction here – the others were young and made her feel good by their attention – this guy was the pits? The buildings were all the same – by now I was very familiar with their layout – here I was again looking for that side window that gave such a good view. She went to the bathroom – he poured a drink – they laughed and talked – then they sat next to each other on a little couch. I watched him paw her, feel her tits, slobber over her kissing her neck and then her breasts. When he kissed her fully on her lips brushing his unshaven face against her cheeks I was appalled when I saw her jaw fall open and allow his tongue to enter her mouth. The passion grew and her skirt was pulled up to show her panties and stocking tops while her tight low cut shirt rested above her breasts showing her bra – and that's when a knock was heard at the door. Keeping very still I waited while the barman answered the door. From the side of the building I could hear at least three different men talking, then when I heard them enter the room I felt it safe to look once again through the small window. My wife was sipping her drink while she waited – but she had neither pulled down her skirt or top. Then the new arrivals entered the room and I could not believe my eyes. They were all at least over 55yrs old and I'm sure two were well into their sixties. Like most Greek men of that age they were overweight and moustached. Two I had seen before serving at the Taverna where we had eaten. I gathered they must have come straight from work being sweaty, unwashed, unshaven and frankly repulsive. Surely my wife wasn't going to let any of them touch her? Unabashed, she simply sat there showing her panties and smiled at the men while the barman introduced her. After getting drinks the party sat around and low music was played. My wife made no objection when to my further horror the barman pulled her on his knee and began playing with her tits in front of the others. She let him kiss her and when he pulled her skirt up to give his pals a better view she laughed and voluntarily opened her legs. Some thing was said and she was passed across to another man who, after pulling her on his knee thrust his hand up her skirt. His friends now were sexually aroused and every one of them took out their cocks and played while they watched. Including the barman there were five men altogether – all of them old enough to be Sue's father. While she was having her pussy played with I could see her looking round at the men's penises. Next the man with her began to pull her top off over her head – she raised her arms to help him and was happy to show off her tits. Getting up one man pulled her toward him and they started to dance. Faster and faster she gyrated for them not even noticing that one guy had unclipped her bra. Now she was topless but didn't care and three men danced with her mauling her tits. Something was shouted and the expressions of the men changed from smiling to something more serious. Unbelievably, these elderly men started to strip off their trousers – then their underwear until they where naked from the waist down. The actions of my wife amazed me because she just danced on while she watched them – with a little smile on her face. When all the men stood before her with rigid cocks she very slowly unzipped her skirt and tantalisingly let it fall to the ground. Now she was dressed only in panties and hold up stockings – and still she danced on. Whilst I was beside myself with anxiety and distress I noticed that the men now looked at differently and again there was animated conversation. The only words I could make out were dirty and lady – there was no way my wife would get out of there without being fucked! Now the barman spoke loudly in English, directly to my wife. "Hey – I told my friends how you are a dirty lady – are you going to show us how much?" What would she do now – panic and run – scream – she was surrounded by five elderly men and almost naked? What would my wife do now? It was not what I expected – she stopped dancing and walking up to two of the men she hesitated just long enough to take off her panties! Slowly she peeled them off and walking right up to them she took hold of a cock in each hand. She was willing to go the whole way with these filthy men! Now they were excited at the sight of this young wife who had only a pair of stockings on. They all wanted her and none was prepared to wait – she was forced down to her knees and a cock was thrust into her mouth while her arse was pulled into the air. Someone entered her from behind and started to fuck her but after a second or two his buddy shouted and they stopped – to my horror I quickly realised why – she had three holes to fill and one was being wasted! Now I thought she would struggle but she willingly let them place her over the cock of a man who had lain down on the floor. She happily straddled him even though she must have realised what was about to happen next. A man filled her mouth while her hands were made to hold two other dicks – then it came – her remaining hole was about to be filled. What shocked me most was how she helped it all happen. She obligingly bent forward and stuck her arse up without loosing the dick fucking her pussy – then she stayed still while the guy behind managed to push against her anus. She screamed a little but made no effort to resist and when he finally pushed home I saw her smile! Now the dick in front was rammed back into her mouth and she sucked on it while hands worked and hips moved to excite the cocks in her cunt and arse. All five men were being serviced at once – and she was happy to be used for their pleasure. I looked on with my mind numb and body shaking – this person could not be the woman I had married. She did her work well – when her mouth was filled with sperm another replaced it until all had come into one orifice or the other. Except one – but without being coaxed she took him into her mouth and finished him off. Something was asked again about her being a dirty girl and the oldest fat guy sat on the edge of his seat and raised his leg over the arm. Sue was guided to sit in between him and she soon realised what was expected of her. Without hesitation she obeyed and I flinched as I saw her tongue come out and she slowly licked the man's arse crack. She was not being forced to do this – she did it of her own free will. The others laughed as the man pulled apart his arse cheeks to enable her to push her tongue further into his hole. And she did try – she didn't need to be so enthusiastic – but she was. I stared with disbelief when another man requested the same treatment she crawled over to him and dutifully sucked on his bum-hole. Now another man stood and held his limp cock – he wanted something different. Gestures were made and Sue stopped her arse licking and looked around. The man stood in the middle of the tiled floor just holding his dick. They shouted excitedly at each other and Sue was trying to understand them. Then she realised what they were hoping for – and so did I – surely she wouldn't do this? They didn't persuade her – it wasn't necessary – she crawled to the man's feet and knelt up to face his cock. She took hold of it and giving it just a little suck she held it two inches from her mouth and opened wide. She knew what the man was going to do and was willing to let him. To his delight she caught the first spurts of piss in her mouth and let it fill up. Another man overcome with lust joined in and now both cocks peed onto her face. I didn't believe my eyes when I saw her turn her head from one to the other and catch the stream before spitting it out. I saw her actually smile up at the men before letting her jaw drop to catch more piss. She began to milk them – he mouth closed over each cock in turn to suck the last drops out. When they were done she remained sat on the wet floor waiting for more. Two replacements were accommodated and she held their dicks and guided the stream of yellow liquid. They wanted to see her take it in her mouth and that is what she did – she held their cocks and opened her mouth wide. I knew it wasn't by accident that she swallowed some of the piss – she was showing them how dirty she could be – the smile was still on her face. Eventually everyone was exhausted – except Sue – while the men flopped down she treated them to a display by remaining on the piss soaked floor and opening her legs she masturbated herself to climax while they watched. The finally was when one man who still had piss to use up urinated onto her cunt as she lay wide legged. That was enough to make her orgasm – which she did noisily and violently. It took several minutes for her to prepare to leave the men although she hadn't time to wash and merely put back on her clothes. I waited in the bushes while the barman pointed in the right direction home and saw him have a last feel of her tits and arse. While I Watched "I told you I could be a very dirty girl!" she giggled. The man said he hoped they would party again and asked about her husband – me! "Oh – Invite me back anyway – he will have put up with me if he doesn't want to play too." Then she added just for a final surprise, "I still feel like I want to fuck – you should have had more men round." I watched her walk unsteadily along the path – the drink had taken full effect. She didn't give a damn and she looked the worst slut ever as she showed her panties – her skirt having ridden up. I was just about to sneak past her to arrive home first when out of the darkness three drunken yobs appeared. "These aren't our fucking apartments!" one shouted – then they saw my wife. "Hello sweetheart – you fucking lost too?" "No – I'm staying here," slurred my wife – almost as drunk as the men. They noticed that her skirt was raised up to her hip at one side. "Hey – you look a sexy thing – how about a kiss before we go?" She didn't reply but just stood there – as though waiting for it – so one guy grabbed her and kissed her. The others realised she wasn't resisting so each took a turn – when the second one was seen to get away with feeling her tits the third one did similar and tickled her cunt. Now the first one wanted more and kissed her again pulling up her skirt to her hips. They waited for her protests but nothing happened and each took another turn to feel and kiss her. Now they gave her the ultimate proposition because being drunk and having got away with so much they knew they could chance it. "How about coming with us sweetheart – we can give you plenty of cock?" They didn't really expect her to say yes but her answer stunned us all. "I can't – I have to get home to my husband – I will have to stay here. You can take me into the bushes but you will have to be quick." I was frozen to the spot and when they stood wondering if it was really happening I had to hold my breath for fear of being discovered. I watched them touch her tits and feel her upper thighs before deciding she was real then they led her off the path into the undergrowth. I couldn't see them but her voice was clear enough. "My husband might be looking for me so be quick and don't make too much noise. Wait – let me take my knickers off first." There were grunts and groans and I tried to picture what was happening – I guessed that the first one was now fucking her. Then my efforts to picture the events were helped – by the voices. "Oh – that's nice – yes – fuck me! Move your head then your mate can suck my tits. Yeah – give me your cock – let me hold the others!" When a loud groan told me the first one had cum it was a matter of a few seconds before another was pounding away at her. "Don't let your spunk stain my skirt – yes fuck me harder." The third man's voice spoke begging. "Can I fuck you in the arse darling?" Surely he didn't expect to be that lucky – but I was wrong. "Do it now – get behind me – hold me up while I spread bum. Hurry if you want it – I have to be home!" The men's voices cut through the night air. "Fucking hell this is awesome - yes come on baby. Lovely tight little hole! You like two at once do you?" Then my wife's pleadings reached my ear. "Yeah – fuck me – what a shame I'm in a hurry – what a thick cock – it's nice – faster – I'm getting there – faster – harder! My husband will kill me if he knew" I did know – I was listening – and trying very hard to prolong my wank – waiting for my wife to finish first. I'm glad I wasn't discovered, standing there behind a bush masturbating while my wife was being fucked by three strangers. When I heard her next comment I ejaculated immediately. "Shoot it up my arse – yes – let me feel it." The remaining one seemed to be treated to a suck just to finish him off then my wife sounded distressed. "Don't go with them – my husband might notice – bring back my panties!" "It's a trophy – they shouted back as they disappeared into the night." I heard my wife rejoin the path and make her way home – and she almost made it. Just a little way to go and she fell over into the shrubbery. When she realised it was me who helped her up she looked scared then laughed nervously. She stood before me drunk and dishevelled. "I bet your wondering where I've been," she slurred grinning. She knew I was mad when she heard the tone of my voice, "I know where you have fucking been!" For a moment she seemed to wonder whether to try and bluff her way through it then gave up. "How do you know where I've been?" "Because I've been watching you," I answered. "How long...?" then she knew it was useless. "OK – I've been fucked – I let another man fuck me!" she announced with drunken bravado. "No," I said, "Other men – you've been with more than one." She was shaken by my knowledge so I made it short. "You've just been fucked in the bushes – after being fucked at the barman's. Where are your panties?" I asked lifting her skirt. She looked at the floor like a naughty girl, "They ran off with them," she confessed. I had to touch her – I felt her pussy and held her skirt up just like the others had done. "You're a filthy dirty woman!" I said, "A slut!" She stayed still and sobbed, "I know I am – are you going to divorce me – is this the end?" My cock was out of my pants and pressing against her separating the lips of her pussy. "No," I whispered quietly in her ear as I pushed forward gently moving her up and down on my dick, "Providing you agree to be the sort of slut I want you to be!" I will leave the reader to surmise the details of my proposal!