0 comments/ 35360 views/ 0 favorites Kay's Story By: DHenry Hi honey, I'm going to write my story of when I went to the wrong place to meet you. Somehow I went to the house where I thought you were waiting for me and this guy opens the door, I don't recognize him....but he is awful happy to see me. I look around for you once I'm inside and realize pretty fast there has been a mistake. He says he thought I was the person that was supposed to arrive for his bachelor party but can tell by my reaction that I'm not her. He looks me up and down and says this can't be an accident that such a beautiful woman would show up at this time and would I consider being the entertainment for his party of five young college guys. I couldn't help feel a little rush of excitement as he just stared at me. I had dressed up especially for you. I had these little black strap heels with thigh high lacy top white hose. A little frilly and extremely short gray silk dance skirt that bounced as I walked. Underneath I wore a little pair of white transparent panties that tied on the side. I had shaved my pussy so clean and smooth and applied baby oil to the smooth shaved mound. My panties made my pussy look and feel like it was ready for anything, especially your cock. I wore a cream color silk camisole that hung from my shoulders by little thin straps and no bra. My nipples were perky and erect and shown clearly through my camisole. Anyway, he seemed so excited and said if I would entertain for his party he would pay me 50,000 dollars. To be honest, I was already a little excited about turning these guys on because I was horney thinking about how I was going to turn you on. My pussy was tingling and I said I would give them some excitement but there would only be touching and no intercourse. He said that would be fine because just looking at me or watching me dance would probably get him off. My pussy felt a little wet when he said that. I said lets go and entered the living room where the party was. The guys, all in their late twenties went wild. They said the agency had out done themselves by sending such a baby doll for them. I laughed and twirled around as my hair flew behind me and my skirt flared out with a flirty hint of my panties exposed. The room was spacious with a fireplace, bar, pool table and a large pedestal bed in the center of the room. It looked like a place you and I could go wild with, fulfilling each other's fantasies all night. In fact, I wasn't sure you weren't involved in this somehow. I know your fantasy has always been to watch me turn someone on. I couldn't help but wish you might be hiding somewhere watching the entire event. The gorgeous young man that met me at the door brought me a glass of Champaign and whispered, "lets see what you have" in my ear. Though I was surprised, I found myself ready to really excite these young men and perhaps myself. I asked them to turn up the music a little. The music is slow and dreamy, easy to dance to. I begin to dance and twirl around the room. The groom has a silly smile pasted on his face and he is undoubtedly thinking his bride to be would kill him if she knew there was female entertainment at the party. This turned me on slightly. He had told her there wouldn't be this type of entertainment because that's what his friends had told him, yet he thought maybe something might be on the agenda that night. He watches me spin and twirl as my skirt flies out further with each spin. Giving them just a glimpse of my panties and warm moist pussy hiding behind the silk. I step up onto the large poster bed and begin to swing around the post, rubbing my pussy soft and gently up and down the post as I taunt them and myself. Several of them have now removed their slacks and are following me around the room in there satin or silk boxers. There large and hard cocks are evident through their boxers and I'm getting wetter as I dance. I jump from the bed and my skirt flies up showing all of my ass and pussy to their obvious delight. I have them excited and hot and I haven't even begun to get wild. They are so easy and this will be fun. I keep thinking you are watching and that lets me enjoy this beyond my imagination. I glide over to the pool table and stretch over the table as though I'm trying to make a corner shot. My right foot is on the floor and my left leg is on the pool table. My skirt has risen up around my waist so that my pussy is flat on the table and my ass is in the air covered by nothing but thin damp silk. I look ahead and see that he is staring deep into my eyes. The other guys are whooping it up and making suggestive but sensual comments to each other about my body. I can tell they are becoming very aroused but I don't feel threatened. I slowly roll over onto my back and feel the cool air on my now soaked pussy. I'm sure they can see right through my panties. My feet are against the rails and my knees are in the air. I have my arms stretched back and my hair is spread across the table. I'm in a strange but sensual and almost hypnotic mood. If they only knew how I was getting off on this without them they would cum in there pants or maybe try to cum in me. I knew I wouldn't let that happen but I almost welcomed a hot and hard cock at this point. If you were close I would have my lips around your cock and begged for the cum to run down my throat. The music is so sweet and sexy, almost as if it had been written for this moment. The guys are gathered around the pool table now. The groom with the beautiful eyes kisses a ball and rolls it between my legs and it snuggles up against my damp pussy. He starts to reach for it but I put my hand over the ball and rub it against me. His hand is over mine and I turn it over and put the ball wet with my juice in his hand. Before he can react I stand and begin to dance slowly and sexually on the table. They are talking about the way I move and what they would like to do for me. Their conversations are a little blurry but I understand their desires and feel my face blush. Now I am warm all over and getting horny. I'm not so much hungry for them as I am the sensation of such a pure sexual feeling. Several of them are on the table dancing with me, being careful not to let me fall they pass me back and forth like a doll. Holding me close and holding my ass in their firm hands. I'm hot and wet and not sure what I want. I point to the groom and tell him I'm thirsty. He pours a glass of champagne and jumps onto the table. The others get down just as quick. They seem to be aware of something I'm not. We begin to dance as I sip the champagne with one hand and hold onto him with the other. How I wish you were here and that you and I were on the table dancing. The others could be there too; I wouldn't care at this point because we would be teaching the class on lovemaking. He seems a little nervous and not sure what to do. He is having a difficult time keeping his hands off of me but hasn't gone too far. As we dance the other guys are rubbing my legs and trying to get even the softest touch of my pussy. But I moved so easily just out of reach and kept my focus on him. I was teasing him now and he didn't even know it. He really was shy and I liked it. I was in charge with him and that excited me. I think how he will be with his bride as she will try everything with him and they will share those sultry secrets. He is a good dancer and moves his body against mine in a stimulating way. His thigh slowly rubs against my pussy making me moan. I can feel his hard cock against my tummy just above my pussy. I want to lower myself so I can massage his cock with my clit but I know I would cum in an instant. He twirls me around and slowly lets go of me, then he pulls me back against him and does something that almost makes me cum. As he pulls me back one of my legs is in the air and he flips me so that I twirl like a summersault, the guys go wild as my breasts are exposed briefly and my panties ride up my crotch. The wetness covers the inside of my thighs. He may be shy but he can dance, charming and a gentlemen. He is learning from me and I like it. He pulls me too him then picks me up so easily and tosses me into the waiting arms of the guys standing at the side of the table. They are strong and have dark summer tans. They pass me around above their heads gently but sensually. They have their hands all over my legs and ass and occasionally a hand slides between my legs with fingers groping my pussy through my wet panties. It happens so fast and I can tell my panties are filled with my wetness and they feel it too. They are getting a little aggressive and I wish you were here to rescue me. I don't really need rescued but I like that feeling or to pretend that I do. I realize that, as I'm being passed around and fondled that someone has managed to pull the tied bows on my panties. Before I reach for them they are off and they hold them in the air like a captured flag of victory. Even though I feel somewhat embarrassed I'm excited and begin to dance wildly on the bed pantiless. I feel the air moving between my legs and my hair is flying as I dip and twirl. The champagne has affected me but I'm not drunk. Just very happy and hot. The guys love getting a god look at my bare and wet pussy as I dance around and they begin to dance with me. They all want to be dancing with me and touch me but there isn't room for all of us. Again I point at the groom and he joins me on the bed as the others step down. He pulls me to him and I can feel my nipples grow hard as they press against his bare and muscular chest. His hands are around the small of my back and I begin to slide down. I wrap my legs around one of his and I don't want to let go. I arch back and grind my hot and wet pussy against his leg. I begin to shiver as I cum uncontrollably. I arch back even farther and he holds me tighter with each orgasm. They others have removed their shorts and are waiting as they dream of inserting there hard dripping cocks into my tingling and saturated pussy. I watch them and think of which one I can control adding to the sensation of pleasure but knowing I will not let it happen except in my mind. He pulls me to him again, holding me with one arm he slowly removes my camisole and presses his chest to mine. I start to cum again but he lays me back on the bed so gently. He is standing over me, then kneels and softly caresses my nipples with his lips. I reach down and unzip my dress and drop over the side of the bed. The room gets quiet and I hear the music again. I raise myself to one elbow and he steps down from the bed. The others now surround me just staring dreamily with their cocks erect and inches from me. I'm not worried, they are being like little boys waiting for my command. I pull back the comforter and tell them they can watch as I slide to the middle of the bed. They are watching my every naked move. My body is tingling with excitement and I love being such a tease. I'm lying on my back with my arms and legs outstretched. They are looking at my swollen and dripping pussy. They move to the side of the bed and begin to fondle me. They no their limits and my pussy remains untouched but I'm so impassioned that I'm quivering. I begin to squeeze my nipples and imagine their hands having their way with my body. They are all naked and some are stroking their cocks as they message my body. Rubbing their hand up and down my legs and inner thigh, they rub my tummy just to the edge of my smooth shaven mound. They have such young tan and beautiful bodies. One of them is sitting next to my head with his cock just inches from me. Without realizing it I reach out and gently put my hand around his cock. I slowly but firmly stroke it and his cum shoots onto my breasts. The others cannot control themselves and stroke their cocks too, soaking the sheets and me with their cum. The cute one I've been teasing all night has sat motionless at my side. Leaning on his hand with his head almost on the pillow beside mine. I look at him and lick my lips then softly bite the corner of my bottom lip. He looks at me like, "is that my cue?" I roll towards him and grasp his firm ass in my hands. He pushes his large and pulsing cock towards my mouth and I pull him to me. I kiss the tip of his cock so softly at first then passionately. I tell myself you are watching and this is our fantasy gift to each other. Though I'm not sure I could stop my self at this point. I lower my mouth onto his cock and it glides against the back of my throat. He moans "yes!" just like you do and I feel myself starting to cum again. It is only seconds before his hot cum pumps into my mouth and throat and he seems embarrassed to have had it happen so fast. But I am glad that he was that excited and proud of myself to have been able to do it so quickly. I look up at him, smile and swallow his cum. The others moan again as they all reach orgasm for the second time. We are all wet and exhausted. We grab a bottle of champagne and head to the shower where we bathe each other and laugh about the night none of us will ever forget. Within twenty minutes we said goodbye and I'm driving down the road anxious to see you and tell you about the night. I know we'll make love again and again and fall asleep in each other's arms. Kay's Story For years now, a group of my friends and I have been getting together once a month to play "Bunco", a friendly dice game. We are all close to the same age and it is really just an excuse to get together, socialize and have some fun with "the girls." One particular evening proved to be a very pleasurable time for myself and my friend Kelly. We are both married and have been good friends for a long time. Several years ago when our children were much younger, the "Bunco Club" was an excuse to get away from our families for an evening. Each of the Bunco Club members would take turns hosting the monthly gathering and come up with different prizes and other fun activities. Husbands and children of the hostess would disappear for the evening so we could talk about anything and everything. Somewhere along the line, we began watching x-rated videos at our Bunco parties. I'm not even sure how that practice got started, but we would watch them, laugh at the poor acting and make comparisons to our own sex lives which weren't nearly that exciting. Watching videos became a regular activity at Bunco and I found myself enjoying that part of our meetings. And then one night, things took a turn I never imagined would happen. I should point out that I was raised in a fairly conservative Midwestern family where issues such as sexuality were never discussed. I got married at a fairly early age and after two children and working each day outside the home, I found married life pretty dull. Any sexual activity was about HIS pleasure and was not very satisfying for me. Now back to the Bunco party and our sexual pleasures. That night was at my house with the regulars there along with Kelly who again, supplied the video. It was summer time and every one was dressed in shorts and tops. For some reason, Kelly had chosen a video that had a lot of girl/girl scenes. Many of the women there voiced disgust, but I felt there were some that were just saying that because they thought it was the right thing to do. At that point in my life I had never even THOUGHT about being with another woman, but throughout the years have watched videos that have turned me totally on and I have to admit the idea of girl/girl activity certainly didn't offend me. After the video was over, people seemed ready to head home. I said goodbye to everyone except Kelly who stayed behind to help me clean up. She brought dishes in from the family room where we had watched the video as I began washing up some of the dishes in the sink when Kelly asked me right out of the blue, "Kay, did you like those scenes tonight with two women?" I was taken aback and didn't know what to say at first. After a long pause, I told her, "Well, I guess so. The people in the video sure seemed to be enjoying themselves." "No kidding," Kelly said. "I cannot believe how wet I am. I think I need to make myself come." Once again, I was shocked at what I was hearing. I mean Kelly has always been pretty bold, but I wasn't sure how to react. I responded by asking, "Now?" Kelly said, "Sure. You're family won't be home for awhile, right? We can just go into the family room and play with ourselves." I don't know whether it was the three glasses of wine or my curiosity or both, but I found myself saying, "Okay." We went into the family room. Kelly sat in our big La-z-boy chair and I sat across from her on the sofa. Kelly is pretty verbal and started talking about the video while she caressed her own thighs and lightly touched herself on the outside of the shorts she was wearing. "It was so hot watching those women kiss each other and touch each other," she was saying. "Then when they started licking each other's pussies I really started to get wet." Kelly slid her hand inside of her shorts next to her pussy and I could tell her fingers had to be touching her clit. She moaned out loud when her finger found its target. Her other hand began squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple through the fabric of her shirt (Kelly hadn't bothered to wear a bra that night). I continued watching, unable to take my eyes off the show Kelly was giving me. Between her moans of pleasure, Kelly continued to talk about one of the scenes in the video and how much it had turned her on. When she mentioned one of the women using a vibrator on the other, Kelly went over the edge with her first orgasm. I learned at that moment that she is quite a "screamer" when she comes. After she calmed down, Kelly said, "Kay, what are you waiting for? I wanted you to join me." I replied, "God, Kelly, I'm in somewhat of a shock here watching you make yourself come in front of me. I've never masturbated in front of any one else, let alone another woman. But I have to admit, it was a huge turn on watching you." Kelly got up and took the remote control for the VCR and said, "Let's check out some of those scenes again." She rewound the video tape and found one of the scenes we had watched earlier in the evening. Two very attractive women, one blonde and the other brunette, were totally naked and engaged in a passionate kiss while they caressed each other's breasts. Kelly told me to go with the flow and touch myself. I found myself willing to do whatever Kelly suggested, so I reached down and touched myself on the outside of my shorts while Kelly continued to encourage me. "That's it, Kay. Don't be shy." It felt wonderful and I could tell that I was very wet. Watching the action on the video added to the excitement as well as the "naughtiness" of what we were doing. After a couple of minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to feel what my finger felt like directly on my clit, so I reached inside my shorts and put my fingers right on it. It sent wonderful feelings through my whole body. I tilted my head back and ran my fingers up and down over my clit feeling my wetness increase. Kelly was getting totally turned on watching me touch myself and moaned with great pleasure. By this time, Kelly was touching herself again and then she surprised me by taking her shirt off! As she peeled off her top her round, full breasts seemed like they were staring at me across the room. Her nipples were very hard and it excited me just to look at them. But Kelly wasn't done yet! Next she stood up and slipped her shorts down past her hips and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and sat back down in the chair. As Kelly spread her legs, I was looking right at her totally bald pussy that was glistening with wetness. I couldn't believe I was seeing a totally nude Kelly sitting across from me, but it turned me on more than I could ever imagine. Once again, Kelly started moaning and talking out loud about how good it felt. She covered her pussy with her left hand and then started rubbing it again. Then her index and middle fingers were right on her clit. Her moans of pleasure filled the room. She could also tell that I was on the verge of an orgasm so she started screaming, "Go for it Kay! Make it happen. Let me see you come!" The orgasm that racked my body felt like it came from my toes. I couldn't remember a time when an orgasm had been so intense. My hips shook and my whole body shuddered. "Oh my God, Kelly, I'm coming," I yelled. After my body relaxed a bit, Kelly said, "Lick your fingers for me, Kay." Once again, I did as she said and tasted my own juices for the first time. I'm not sure what I expected, but the taste was actually somewhat pleasant. Then Kelly had one more surprise for the evening. She got up out of the chair, still naked, of course, came over to where I was sitting and, cupping one of my breasts in her hand, bent over and passionately kissed me. Our lips came together as our tongues gently brushed the inside of each other's mouths. That kiss added a wonderful finishing touch to the evening, but also marked the beginning of a wonderful friendship and sexual relationship which might be the topic of future stories. Kay's Story This story contains details of wife sharing/adultery, so you should only read it if that turns you on. With special thanks to Kay who told me what actually happened and then shared with me what she wished had happened. * * * * * * * * * * It probably helps if I tell you a bit about myself first. I'm forty-four and Ken and I have been married for twenty-four years. I'm a brunette, five feet four inches tall, 116 pounds and with a 36C bust. I met Ken at college when I was eighteen; I hadn't actually had many boyfriends and was still a virgin. We'd been going out for two months before things started to get serious. We got very passionate one evening and almost before I realised it Ken had removed my panties and was unzipping himself and trying to move between my legs. I was hugely tempted to let him, but was even more worried about becoming pregnant and managed to stop him. He apologised and said he got carried away, but a week later we were alone in my room and inevitably things got very passionate again. Ken whispered in my ear that he had a condom and then began to remove my panties. I made no attempt to stop him and seconds later his cock slid into my very wet pussy. I was really impressed with the strength (hardness) of his cock. My worries about the first time being painful proved unnecessary; his cock felt lovely inside me and I realised I was going to enjoy sex. After that we had sex regularly and were married nearly two years later. Of course we've had our ups and downs, but overall our marriage has been fine. However for several years now I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man. At first I felt guilty about these thoughts and almost tried to pretend that I wasn't having them. Then I realised it was just natural curiosity and nothing to be ashamed of. I'm rather shy and conservative, perhaps if I'd been more extrovert I might have told Ken about these feelings. In truth there were a couple of occasions in bed when I made hints about this and Ken seemed to understand what I was suggesting. However we were too inhibited to discuss these feelings and it became an unspoken subject. It might well have stayed that way, but for a development at work. I'm a legal secretary and as you can guess it's quite a formal and correct work atmosphere and I always dress in sensible business clothes. One of our staff, Dave, is part of the group which includes my husband who play golf most weekends. Very occasionally I see him socially. There had been a barbeque and as it was a very hot day I wore an off the shoulder sun dress. I was bending over one of the tables sorting out drinks and when I looked up it was obvious that Dave had been enjoying a good look down the front of my dress. I blushed and turned away. When my embarrassment had subsided I was left with a definite feeling of excitement. I know I don't have a killer bust, but I'm not flat chested and I have to be honest and say I was flattered to find another man looking at me in a sexual way, even though I am distinctly middle aged. That mild sexual charge was still with me when we returned home and I made it clear to Ken that I wanted to have sex. As he was fucking me I told him how I'd caught Dave sneaking a look at my tits. I didn't want Ken to get the wrong impression so I was careful to stress that I hadn't done it deliberately. He didn't seem to mind and said that given the opportunity any man would enjoy having a look at my tits. Nothing more was said because Ken picked up the pace of his fucking and seconds later he came very noisily. At work on Monday I said hello to Dave just as normal and no one could have detected any change in our relationship. But his eyes held mine for a fraction longer than was necessary and hinted that I was no longer just a work colleague and the wife of a golfing friend. It was approaching lunchtime when I went down to the supply room. I hadn't been in there very long when Dave entered. It's normally a pretty quiet room and his sudden appearance seemed to be more than a coincidence. That was confirmed when he apologised for the weekend. He said looking down my dress hadn't been deliberate and I looked so attractive that any normal man would have done what he did. While he said this he moved closer to me than was really necessary and I became aware that my heart was beating rather fast. "I hope I didn't offend you," he concluded. I said that he hadn't. "Good," he murmured and moved in and kissed me. At first I stood very stiffly, but then his left hand moved to my breast and began to squeeze and fondle it. I did nothing to stop him, his kissing became more passionate and without thinking about it I found myself responding. That must have encouraged him because his hand moved to my hip and his thumb began to caress the area just above my bush. It was very obvious what his next target was going to be and as I was wearing a knee length black skirt access wouldn't be a problem, if I wanted to allow it. That was the big question - did I want allow him intimate access? My stomach was churning and I felt very aroused, but also very confused. At last something exciting was happening to me, but at the same time I felt very guilty. I heard a noise and jumped away from Dave with a start. "Someone's coming," I said and hurried out of the room (though it turned out that there wasn't anyone). I didn't return to my desk because I thought people might notice how flustered I was, so instead I headed for the rest room. Sat on the stall I touched the gusset of my panties -- it was very damp and confirmed just how aroused I was. After that Dave minimised any contact with me. He didn't snub me and wasn't rude, but it was clear he was avoiding making eye contact with me. I felt both relieved and disappointed by that. If I'm honest the disappointment was uppermost and I did find myself imagining a scenario where Dave had pushed me face down across the table in the supply room and mounted me from behind. I am naturally rather submissive and I like the idea of a dominant male who is happy to take his pleasure. Anyway the moment seemed to have passed, but I definitely found myself thinking about what might have been. Two weeks later the whole office had to stay late to complete a major case we'd been working on for several weeks. It was 8pm when I found myself taking the elevator down and as luck would have it I shared it with Dave. A thundershower was crossing the city and at the main entrance we looked out on a car park raked by torrential rain. "Are you okay getting home in this?" Dave asked. "Well it's going to be interesting. I would have asked Ken to meet my train, but he's not due back until later." Our eyes met and Dave held my gaze. "Well if Ken's not going to be back until later I can offer to fill the gap and give you a lift home." "If you're sure you don't mind. It will probably save me from getting soaked." So we scurried across the car park and into Dave's car. The windows steamed up straight away and there was an awkward silence when Dave leaned across me to wipe the passenger window. It's a fast road back home and it wasn't long before Dave was pulling onto the puddle filled drive in front of our house. All the way home this was the moment I had been agonising about. "I'll see you safely into the house if you want," Dave offered. We looked at each other and although on the face of it his offer was perfectly reasonable, there was an obvious subtext. It was still light, I was a grown woman and was used to entering the house alone. There was no need to accept Dave's offer, but if I did we both knew what it meant. "OK," I said. "That would make me feel safer." We entered the house and Dave helped me slip my coat off. He hung it up and turned back to me. My heart was pounding as he moved closer to me and with his eyes fixed on mine he began to unbutton my blouse. Once all the buttons were undone he pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and, using both hands to push my breasts together, he buried his face in my cleavage. After a moment he surfaced and began to kiss me. One hand was squeezing my backside and the other started rubbing my pussy through my skirt. Next his hand slid up inside my skirt and he can't have missed the message which my damp panties proclaimed. His hand slid inside my panties, he was distracted briefly by my bush then probed between my legs. First one finger slid into me, then a second. I was very excited, but stopped him when he started to pull my panties down. "Not here." "Where?" "Upstairs." So I led Dave upstairs and to our marital bed. He pushed my blouse off my shoulders and then unzipped my skirt. Now I was stood in just my lacy white bra and pants set. Dave moved me across so I was stood in front of our dressing table mirror and began to cuddle me from behind. One hand fondled my breasts while the other slid inside my panties. The lacy front panel meant I had a clear view of his hand working between my legs. It was surprisingly arousing watching myself being caressed by Dave (a bit like having your own private porn movie). I could feel his erection pressing against my backside and it was very obvious that we were well past the point of no return and his cock would soon be inside me. He unclipped my bra and I shrugged it off. Then he tugged at my panties and seconds later they were tossed carelessly to one side. I climbed inbetween the sheets and watched as Dave undressed. He was probably in his mid forties and was still in decent shape (no beer belly thankfully or he wouldn't have got this far). He took a condom from his wallet and placed it on the bedside cabinet. Blushing slightly and unable to look him in the eye I explained that he wouldn't need to use a condom, I was safe and I wanted to feel him cum inside me. He pulled his shorts down and a pleasingly erect cock sprang into view. I don't know if I'm typical, but I do like to see an erect cock. They're so strong and aggressive looking and of course the knowledge that they're like that because you've excited them is a real turn-on. His ball sac was tight and I realised my pussy was going to receive a full load of sperm. He climbed into the bed and moved between my legs. There were no preliminaries, we were both very excited and knew what we wanted. The rubbery tip of his penis bumped against my inner thigh and Dave shifted position slightly to correct his aim. His penis brushed against my pussy sending a delicious shiver of excitement through me. Then it nuzzled against my cunt lips and I suddenly felt light-headed, almost faint. Please remember that I had only ever had sex with one man before this so it was a pretty momentous event for me. Dave leaned forward, my cunt lips parted and his cock slid into me. That was it - after twenty four years my married pussy had finally yielded to another man's cock. I gasped at that first thrust, then gasped again as a second thrust took Dave deep into my core. I'll be honest and say that Dave had an average sized cock and not some monster which ravaged my inexperienced pussy. Physically he may not have been very different from Ken, but I could easily tell it wasn't Ken fucking me. The whole feeling was quite different, mainly because Dave was very forceful, pinning me down on the bed and ramming it into me in a very direct, very masculine way. We hadn't really been fucking for very long when I thought he might be going to cum. I wasn't wrong and when he did he completely overwhelmed me with the force of his passion. It all happened very quickly -- there was a final brutal thrust, he stuck a finger up my backside, clamped his mouth over mine and kissed me incredibly deeply. Every possible sexual opening was taken and I've never felt so totally possessed before; suddenly I was arching my back and shuddering as a series of orgasmic waves swept through me. Dave collapsed on top of me and I lay there in something approaching a daze. I hadn't expected him to be such a combative lover -- it was as though he'd felt the need to pound me into submission. I couldn't deny the intensity of it, but I wasn't sure how I would cope with it as your normal, week in, week out style of lovemaking. Of course I realised the clock was ticking and after a while I told Dave that he would have to go. He made a token protest, but I think he was perfectly content with what he'd had. I slipped on a nightdress and a robe and saw him to the door. Before I opened the door he kissed me again, slipped his hand inside my robe and squeezed my breasts. "You were wonderful," he said. "I loved being inside you. Ken's a lucky man." I blushed at that and opened the door for him. I returned to the lounge and watched as the lights of Dave's car disappeared into the gathering gloom. Was my husband a lucky man? We had a happy marriage, but I had spread my legs for another man and had a load of his sperm in my pussy. It might sound strange but I felt a need to share everything with my husband. Not simply to confess, but to involve him and make him part of it. I knew it might go disastrously wrong, but somehow I had this idea that it would take us to a different level of intimacy, one that not many couples reach. The event Ken was attending was due to finish at 10pm and true to form a text arrived just after the hour saying he was leaving shortly. We have sent each other sexy text messages in the past, but my reply was much more direct than usual. Hurry home. I need your cock inside me. xxxxx Seconds later my phone beeped as his reply arrived. BURMA I had to laugh at that. There was a comedy we'd seen a couple of months back where a husband sent his wife a message containing just that single word. Apparently it stood for Be Upstairs Ready My Angel; not one I'd heard of before. Anyway I went upstairs, slipped my clothes off and got in bed. Of course I was very aware that a short while ago I had been laid back in this bed gasping and groaning as Dave rammed his cock into my adulterous pussy. Now I was going to seduce my husband into accepting what had happened. About fifteen minutes later I heard his car pull onto our drive. The house door opened, then closed, there was the sound of his key in the lock and then he rushed upstairs. He grinned with delight when he saw me in bed and began to undress with indecent haste. His cock was erect and swung lewdly in front of him as he climbed on the bed. He grabbed hold of me, kissed me and slid his hand between my legs. He must have expected the normal moist arousal of a married pussy; instead he got slick wetness and cunt lips which were still gaping from the passage of another man's cock. That stopped him in his tracks. "You're so wet," he said, his eyes puzzled. I wriggled to one side to get him right between my legs, then grabbed his cock and guided it towards my pussy. "I know, but please fuck me, just fuck me." "But...what...you?" he stuttered. I pulled him to me and his cock slid into me, making us both gasp. "Yes, I've been fucked. I'll explain later, but now just fuck me. I need you to cum inside me." The results were explosive. A burst of intense fucking then the familiar stiffening and swell of his cock and the lovely warm, wet feeling as he released his load inside me. Laid together afterwards I described what had happened. It wasn't a long or very detailed account because Ken became erect and had to have me again. It had been a long time since he'd cum twice in one session and was a clear sign of how much this had excited him. The next week or so was a sexual blur because we made love daily. Inevitably it involved me retelling what had happened with Dave and we discovered the pleasure of some dirty talk. Ken referred to me as his slut (and very obviously got a kick out of that), so I told him to fuck his slut. Previously we had never used the C word, but now Ken told me what a lovely, fuckable cunt I had and for my part I urged him to fill my cunt with his sperm. Of course we talked about where this was all going to lead and we both agreed that there wouldn't be anything further with Dave. A week later Dave again intercepted me in the supply room and clearly hoped to arrange another liaison. As gently as possible I explained that what had happened was a one-off and wasn't going to be repeated. I said that a relationship at work was too dangerous, neither of us wanted to be looking for a new job and we should leave it at that. He was disappointed, but could see the sense in what I said. I guess if there is another barbeque we perhaps ought to find an excuse for not attending. I'm not sure how comfortable Ken would be seeing Dave and thinking he's fucked my wife, his cock has fired a load of sperm into my wife's pussy. We haven't discussed that, though I think our new found intimacy can cope with it if need be. Ken and I do have a weekend away planned. We went shopping together and I got a new dress and some new lingerie. Exactly what will happen on that weekend we haven't decided. Ken has asked me if I want to take a lover again and I said that as long as he was comfortable with it then yes I was interested. I wouldn't want it to be a regular thing, but the idea of being discretely promiscuous and occasionally indulging myself in a special treat does appeal to me.