0 comments/ 57320 views/ 1 favorites Jed's Story By: KCh It's strange how events can change your life. If anybody had told me how things would have turned out, I wonder if I would have moved the same way. My wife was always a shy woman. Never one to push herself to the front. When you see her now it is hard to believe that, but I swear it's true. It all started with a meeting with an old school friend Dave. We got discussing life and marriage. He told me he had moved out of the area for a while. But had returned about two years hence. The drinks flowed and soon the night came to and end. He invited me home for a nightcap, and as he lived on my route I decided to accept. Although his home was nothing special, the normal suburban semi-detached. His wife, June certainly was. She was small, no more than 5' 2," but perfectly formed, with large breasts, slimish waist, curving out to broad hips, a shape that her flimsy dressing gown did nothing to hide. She poured us both a drink and sat opposite, curling her legs under her in a way that only a woman can. As she moved her dressing gown parted, showing and expanse of leg, which she showed no sign of hiding. Dave caught my stare and smiled. "Ignore June," he said. She finds it impossible for a man to leave the house without getting a flash of her legs. Isn't that right sweetie." June wrinkled her nose at him but said nothing. Dave, seeing the surprise and discomfort on my face, reassured me. Time was getting on, so making excuses I made my way home. Much to the disappointment of June I felt. The thought of these events, played on my mind, and for the next few weeks thought of very little else. Gradually I forgot about it and I think I would have put it out of my mind if I hadn't bumped into Dave again. "Were having a get together at our house next Saturday night, June asked if you and your wife would like to come." He saw my hesitation. "Don't worry, they are quite informal do's." We parted with my assurance that I would ask Wendy, my wife when I returned home. I never had the chance. As I entered the house, Wendy was on the phone, and from the conversation I could hear, I guessed it was to June. I also could hear her excepting an invitation. Wendy has never been a great partygoer, so I was slightly surprised at her quick acceptance. When I mentioned the fact to her, she said she thought it was time we got out a little more, and made new friends. That week was a busy one, and I hadn't had much time to think about the weekend's events. But the day of the party arrived and with reluctance prepared myself to the nights events, of which didn't seem such a good idea at that moment, as I was tired from the weeks work. Before I knew it the taxi had arrived. I told him to wait and went upstairs to tell Wendy. She was just in the process of slipping her dress on. Even after over fifteen years of marriage she still looked good. Lately she had lost some weight, and although she had lost none of her curves looked every inch a women. She wore a silver blue dress that sparkled in certain light. It was cut low at the front showing ample cleavage and split high at the side. Higher I thought, than she would normally wear. What was even more remarkable was her underwear, or lack of it. She wore no bra, but her legs were shown to perfection by some shear stockings, supported by a flimsy suspender belt and matching panties. As she moved her legs the top of her stockings was just visible through the side split in the dress. Neither Wendy nor myself were big drinker now days, so although we hadn't had that much, I felt decidedly light headed and carefree. By the look of Wendy, who was now dancing in quite a provocative way, I think the same could be said for her. I didn't know at the time that our drinks had been spiked, but even if I had, I was past caring. The night wore on and the music and conversation got louder and more outrageous. I had lost track of Wendy, but was not lonely as a young lady name Helen was keeping me company. She made no pretence of what she wanted, and openly flirted and touched me whenever she got the chance. Normally I would have been keeping a look out for Wendy, as she can be extremely jealous. But tonight I didn't care. And by the look of Wendy when I had last seen her, nor did she. Wendy was no where to be seen, so I decided to take the opportunity to relieve my bladder. The toilette was engaged so I waited patiently outside. I felt a hand on my behind, turning around I saw that it belonged to Helen. Helen must have been somewhere in her late twenties. She had what you would call a plump figure, but looked delightful. She had a pretty face and sparkling eyes with a pretty smile. I turned around, she moved closer tilting her head backward in an invitation. An Invitation that I didn't refuse and I bent forwards and kissed her. Her mouth opened and her tongue slid into my mouth. I was so pre-occupied that I didn't notice the toilette door open. But I did notice the sparkle of the blue dress as Wendy stormed down the stairs. I disentangled myself from Helen and finishing what I had originally came up here for, made my way downstairs. I tried to talk to Wendy, but she would have none of it, and contented herself with dancing with Steve, Helen's husband. More drinks flowed and I found myself feeling quite unwell. The last I remember was sitting down on the settee. I awoke with a start, desperately trying to make sense of my whereabouts. I was still on the settee, but covered by some sort of blanket. I sat up, my head throbbing. Wendy was nowhere to be seen, so I made my way upstairs to see if she had also stayed the night. I knew the location of the spare room, so gingerly pushed open the door to check its occupancy. Luckily it was Wendy. She had obviously just rose, and was in the middle of dressing. Hearing the door open, she swung around. Her gaze held none of the hostility of the previous night. In fact she looked more sheepish than angry. Except for a few cursory words we spoke little. I apologised for my previous night's actions, and she told me to forget it. It wouldn't be mentioned again. Feeling relieved at my escape from her wrath, I said no more and we bade our host's goodbye and made our way home. The following days spread into weeks, and we had no contact with Dave and June. Our life had returned to normal and no more was mentioned of my indiscretion at the party. If anything Wendy seemed a little more loving than usual. I wouldn't say that our sex life was bad. In fact after fifteen years of marriage it was most likely better than most. It just lacked the passion of our earlier days. Not that Wendy was ever what you would call a real passionate woman. Our lives really changed about two weeks later. Or should I say mine changed about two weeks later. Wendy's had changed a little earlier. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I had returned from work early. This in itself was an unusual occurrence that was caused due to a computer malfunction in the office. As I approached our drive I became aware of a strange car parked in front of the house. I knew Wendy was at home because the downstairs windows were open, and she would never leave the house in that condition. I can't remember being immediately suspicious, but looking back I must have been, because far from announcing my arrival, I crept quietly to the front door. I let myself in with the uppermost stealth, shutting the door quietly behind me. There was no sound from downstairs, but I heard music coming from our bedroom. I silently made my way upstairs. The door to our bedroom was partially open and I slid along the landing to allow myself a view into it. I need not have worried about Wendy hearing me. From the sight that greeted me she had other things pre-occupying her mind. Wendy was naked, lying on our bed with her legs spread apart. Between them was the body of a man, pumping in and out of my wife for all he was worth. I was transfixed. Looking back, I must have suspected something, else why did I spend so much effort creeping about my own house. I didn't move. My emotions quickly ranged from shock to anger and finally to arousal. The sight had me spell bound. The male was obviously reaching a climax to his efforts. He was pushing faster and faster and his buttocks clenched and unclenched with the effort. Wendy's eyes were tightly closed as she thrust he hips to meet his, as if trying to get every inch of him inside her. Her hands were running down his back, leaving scratch marks to chart there route before finally settling on his behind and pulling him into her. I could just hear the sound of his quickened breathing, which was eclipsed with the sound of Wendy's moans as she pushed herself towards orgasm. When it came it was violent. With an almighty scream, she began to shudder. Wrapping her legs tightly around him. Her head moving from side to side. I could see his buttocks squeeze tightly together. That and the groan that escaped from him informed me he was emptying his seed deep inside her. Unsure of what to do next, I quietly left the house the way I had entered it. I drove back up to the end of the road and sat for a while. My mind was in turmoil. I had just witnessed Wendy, my wife of eighteen years and the forty year old mother of my two children, being screwed rotten by a strange man. What was more confusing was my reaction to it. I found it extremely erotic, the erection that was throbbing in my trousers bearing witness to the fact. The next thought I had was, who was the man? I didn't have to wait long to find out, because from around the bend came her lovers car, driven by Steve, the same Steve from that party. Steve the husband of Helen, who Wendy had caught me in a compromising position with. So that was it, tit for tat. I couldn't really believe that she would do that just to get her own back. But for whatever reason she had. Do it she did. With Steve's departure I made my way again to our house. This time making no attempt to conceal my presence. On entering the house, I called out. Wendy appeared quickly from the top of the landing, wrapped in her dressing gown and looking slightly flushed and a little bit flustered. She was also wearing make-up. Something she didn't normally do in the daytime unless she had something special on. Well, I knew what the something special was. "What are you doing home at this time" she asked. I explained about the computer problem. "I was just going to have a shower" she replied. I joined her upstairs, following her along the landing as she made her way to the bathroom. As she reached over the sink to collect some lotions and things. The sort that most married men will have seen, but know nothing about. I placed my arms around her. She stiffened, but relaxed slightly as I kissed the back of her neck, allowing my hands to roam under her gown and to cup her large breasts in my hands. The thought of the sight that had greeted me some minutes earlier was fresh in my mind. I was extremely aroused and my erection was pressing hard into Wendy's back. I leant down, slipping my hands under the rear of her gown. Lifting it up to display her ample bottom. Wendy tried to push me off. Obviously trying to hide the remains of her afternoon's games. I would have none of it, and pushing her legs apart with mine. I released my erection and entered her in one movement. She was hotter than I had ever known, and wet with a mixture of her juices and what I knew to be Steve's semen. I was so aroused that it didn't take long for me to reach a climax. With a huge push, I emptied gush after gush of my hot cum into Wendy. Wendy leant slightly forward, her breathing deep, as she received her second load in the last twenty minutes. The release was fantastic, and as I slid out of her, she turned, kissing me lightly on the lips before removing her robe and stepping into the shower. Satisfied, I made my way back downstairs to think over the last hour's events. Wendy's Story When June rang and introduced herself, I was pleasantly surprised. Things had been a little dull of late. This party would give us to make new friends and enjoy ourselves a little more. I had spent too long slopping about in the same old clothes, so decided to take the opportunity to make an effort and buy something special for the occasion. When I first spotted the dress I new is was for me. It was a little more daring than what I would normally wear, but fitted like a glove. I have never gone in for wearing what would be called sexy undies, but when I saw my reflection in the shop mirror, I knew this dress called for something special. It was extra money of course, but when Jed saw them I didn't think he would complain. I heard the taxi arrive and was just finishing dressing when Jed came in the room. His eyes stood out, and I knew the money was well spent. The party was going well. Although I didn't drink that much, I felt light headed and full of fun. I had been dancing for a while and started to feel guilty about leaving Jed alone for so long. I needn't have worried, the way he was giggling and flirting with some little plump piece. The alcohol was getting to me. I couldn't see Jed so decided to go to the ladies. On exiting the bathroom I could see Jed, but he could obviously not see me. He was in a passionate embrace with the plump girl he had been so fond of downstairs. Her hands were all over his bum, and her tongue was trying to remove his tonsils. I didn't say a word, but pushed past and stormed downstairs. I thought about leaving there and then, but when invited to dance decided to pay Jed back a little. He had by this time returned and tried to speak to me. I ignored him and danced with Steve in the most provocative way I knew. The night wore on and one dance led to another. Steve's wife, who by the way was that little strumpet with Jed, had left. Steve danced well, and with each dance moved closer to me. I could feel his chest pressing against my breast, and the thin material did nothing to stop my nipples hardening. He held me closer still, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. The room was dark, and I felt his lips caressing my neck. What's good for the goose I thought, and tilted my head, offering my mouth to his. I felt his lips touch mine and relaxed my jaws giving him access. My whole body tingled, and it took all my effort to break away, on the pretext of finding Jed. When I did find him, I might well of not bothered. He was lying slumped on the settee, dead to the world. Steve had come with me and without a word led me back to the dance floor. The party was starting to end and people were bidding the hosts goodbye as they made their way home. I asked June if she would call us a taxi, but on seeing Jed's condition told me we should stay the night. June brought me a blanket for Jed and I through it over him. "Steve will show you the spare room," she said, Steve smiled and taking my hand led me upstairs. It was like another person had taken control of me. I know I was feeling tipsy from the drinks, but it was more than that. It was if something inside me had given way, which allowed my feelings and desires to escape. I felt wanton. And when Steve led me into the guestroom and turned to kiss me, I didn't resist. With what seemed like one movement, he parted me from my dress, picked me up and transferred me to the bed. The first thing that went through my mind was Jed downstairs, and our hosts. What would they think? Any doubts I had soon vanished as Steve's mouth closed on mine. In fact the thought of doing this so close to my husband aroused me to a point I had not known before. Steve's foreplay was limited, but when he took me I was more than ready. The alcohol I had drank that night has dimmed my memory of the events. But I know it didn't take long before I felt Steve's semen pumping inside me as we both shuddered to a mutual climax. I awoke to an almighty headache. My initial thoughts were one of surprise to find myself in unfamiliar surroundings. Guilt and then fear replaced these, as I remembered last night's events. I didn't see Steve leave but I was now alone, and the bed only showed signs of one occupant. I quickly rose grabbing my dress and proceeded to slip it on. The door opened and Jed's face appeared in the opening. I turned quickly offering my back to him, as I didn't want him to see traces of last night's lovemaking and my panties were nowhere to be seen. I needn't have worried, as the look on Jed's face was one of sorrow and not anger. He tried to apologise for his behaviour, but I cut him short and told him we wouldn't speak of it again. After that night's events, I vowed too never let anything like that, happen again. Until that point, Jed had been the only man I had ever slept with, and I didn't want to jeopardise out marriage. With each day though, my resolve wavered, and each time the phone rang my heart leapt with anticipation. I was like a junkie after her first fix, knowing it wrong, but unable to stop myself repeating the experience. When the phone rang on the Thursday of the following week, I was pleased to hear Junes voice. She invited me for a coffee in town the next day, and I excepted, glad of something else to occupy my mind. June was easy going and good company. We chatted about our mutual lives and generally had a good time. We had just ordered more coffee. June was sitting looking at me thoughtfully and asked. "Have you seen Steve since the party" I blushed. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with us" I told her it was just a one off and that I had no intention of repeating the experience. June changed the subject, and no more was said about it until we were about to part. "I will tell him to call you," she said. Before I could reply she had left. The call came on Monday of the following week. He asked if he could visit me as he had some time spare in the daytime. My mind told him no, but my words the opposite. The day of his arranged visit arrived. Jed had gone to work and when I had got the children safely off to school, I returned home and showered. I felt good and sexy. I applied my makeup. More than I would normally wear and finishing admired myself in the mirror. Slipping on a robe I went downstairs to wait. Steve arrived at eleven. I let him in and fumbled in my embarrassment. Now he was here I was unsure and uncertain if I could go through with it. I may have been unsure but Steve wasn't. Without any preamble he scooped me into his arms and with my directions carried me to our bedroom. He placed me on the bed, and removed my gown. I lay there naked and vulnerable, watching him undress. As he removed the last of his clothing, I admired his body. He was slim and muscular, with a broad chest, tapering down to slim hips. My eyes moved to his penis, which was thick and long. It's bulbous head purple and swollen with blood. He lay next to me, kissing me and caressing my breasts and nipples with his hands. His mouth moved lower and I encouraged its progress downwards, opening my legs to give him access to my most private of places, until now that only Jed had seen. My body was on fire, and as his tongue gently lapped against my clit, I felt my juices run and I bucked eagerly against his face, pushing myself to one of the quickest orgasms I had ever experienced. He positioned himself between my legs. I felt his manhood nudge at my entrance and moved slightly to give him easy access. His face was wet with my juices and I licked at him, whispering encouragement as he entered me for the second time. He used long strokes, pulling out until only the tip was inside me, before thrusting his entire length into me. Driving my breath out in a huge gasp. It felt wonderful. We moved together in an easy rhythm. Gradually increasing speed until he was thrusting like a piston engine. My nails raked his back before settling on his behind, pulling him into me. When my orgasm come it was wild. My whole body shook and my muscles contracted. I felt Steve ejaculate, and I used my muscles to drain every drop out of him. Jed's Story We lay there for a while, my head on his chest, our breathing gradually subsiding to normal. Steve was first to move and quickly dressed. I lay there watching him. "I will phone you, OK?" I nodded. "Don't bother to move, I will let myself out." He winked and with a wave of his hand he left. I lay there dozing, until the sound of the door and Jed's voice startled me into movement. I quickly slipped on my robe and hurried to the top of the stairs. "What are you doing home," I asked. He mumbled something about the computers breaking down. My face was hot; I could feel myself blushing. "I was just going to shower" I walked towards the bathroom. Jed was following me. For a moment I thought he was going to say something, but it passed and he just stood watching me. As I leaned over the sink, I felt his arms surround me, first around my waist, and then moving under my gown and cupping my breasts. I felt his hand move under the back of my gown. I tried to resist. I could feel Steve's semen running out of me and coating the inside of my thighs. I tried to keep my legs together, hiding my infidelity from Jed, but he moved them apart with his and with one push was inside me. Jed didn't last long; he pushed deep and with a groan emptied himself in me. The feeling of having his semen mixed with Steve's was fantastic. I felt powerful and sexy. I felt him slide out of me. Turning, I kissed him lightly on the lips and jumped into the shower, letting the hot water clean my body and thoughts. Far from stopping me the thought that Jed had nearly caught us added to the excitement. Even so I did make him promise to call me before he came home early as he had frightened me with his unexpected return. Steve called two days later, and arranged to see me the following Wednesday. It was as though I was two different people, the wife and mother, and the wanton whore. These thoughts didn't stop me but fuelled my desire. Wednesday came, and I again prepared for Steve's arrival. Jed didn't have to be in work until later, and sat there thoughtfully, watching me dress. I had told him I was going shopping, and he questioned me no further. Steve came and went, leaving me dozing contentedly on the bed. I meant to get straight up and shower, but didn't. I must have dropped off, because I was woken by Jed gently kissing me. "Are you not feeling too good" "No, I'm fine. I was just a little sleepy, and it was warm. I thought I would lie down for a minute." I pulled the sheet over me, hiding my body from Jed's gaze. "I thought I might join you for a minute" he said smiling. "I'm not really in the mood" He took no notice, something that is unusual in Jed. My wishes are normally important to him. He started to kiss me. My lips still swollen from Steve's lovemaking felt sensitive, and my body warmed to the idea. Jed removed the sheet, moving his head down to kiss and suck my already sensitive nipples. I felt him start to move lower. "No, not that, not today" "Why not" he replied. "I thought you might need a little help cleaning up. It looks as though Steve's left you in a bit of a mess." It was like an electric shock had run through me. I stiffened. I looked into Jed's eyes expecting to see anger and hostility. I didn't. They were black with lust. He kissed me softly. "Well." When I think back to how I was before. It is as though I was a different person. I think this was the moment that the new me emerged. I kissed him back opening my mouth, and enjoying the feel of his tongue. "Yes, I am a bit sticky, perhaps you're right." His head moved downwards, as he shuffled backwards down the bed. I opened my legs, and could feel the remains of Steve's semen run out of me. I felt Jed's tongue on my inner thighs, gently lapping as he cleaned me, like a mother cleaning her young. "You are messy." "Yes, clean me sweetheart." His tongue went everywhere, as he licked and sucked until the remains of my earlier lovemaking had totally disappeared. I lay there, offering encouragement. The orgasm when it came, was not one of intense passion but of a more gentle nature. It built up slowly, totally engulfing my whole body, leaving me completely satisfied. I felt powerful. Jed moved to lie beside me. I unzipped his trousers, freeing his penis and engulfing its length in my hand. He groaned as I squeezed him. I moved his foreskin back and forth, whispering as I did so. "If you are a good boy, I will let you clean me again. Would you like that?" My words had there effect, and with each utterance Jed's passion was inflamed and my dominance over him increased. The words than came from me, were strangers. My perversity knew no bounds as I teased Jed to a state he had never been to. He was getting close. His eyes were closed and his face was intense. "Perhaps I might let you watch. Do you want that?" He groaned again and with a nod of his head, erupted, his sperm shooting out, coating my hand and covering Jed's shirt. In that one moment, our lives had altered forever. Our positions reversed, as I became the dominant partner. I squeezed the last drops out of Jed, before kissing him lightly and slipping on my gown, went downstairs, leaving him lying on the bed, coming to terms with his own thoughts. What surprised me most, was my lack of guilt. I was enjoying my new-found power and not regretting any of my actions. Although Jed never did see me with Steve, I didn't know about the first time at our house then. I related in detail every meeting we had. When I say every meeting, I should mention that there were only three more, as Steve moved out of the area to take up a new appointment. I have never seen him again up to this day. Lovemaking with Jed was electric. I teased Jed with possible scenarios and adventures I might get up to. He loved it, and savoured every imaginary detail. I enjoyed the control that it gave me over him. Over the next few weeks things went on pretty much the same. I now met with June on a weekly basis, and although nothing was ever directly said, I got the impression that she was not entirely faithful to Dave also. As I said, things were pretty much static. This changed one Saturday morning. The children were at my mothers. They stayed there most weekends now. My parents are both retired and love having someone to pamper and spoil. The boys love being there, so as it gives us more time to ourselves, everyone is happy. We were having a garden fence built. The workman, or should I say boys, as neither were above twenty-five, had made an early start. As I lay in bed, I could hear them chatting, as our bedroom was directly above them. Jed was still asleep. I rose and walked over to the window. On drawing the curtains I could see them down the end of the garden. They were digging the holes for the posts, and were both stripped to the waist. They were good looking lads, their bodies toned by the physical labour. The light streaming in woke Jed. "What are you looking at," he asked? "The workman." "Can they see you"? His voice had gone husky. "Yes." They were taking furtive glances in my direction, trying not to make it obvious that they had seen me. I moved slightly away from the window, but still insight of them. Picking up my hairbrush I pretended to be busy with my hair. I knew I had their attention and let my nightie slide off my shoulders. Jed's Story Don't matter how hard I tried I couldn't get the events yesterday out of my mind. I was like a junkie hooked with his first taste and craving another fix. Wendy had asked me to phone if I was to return early for any reason. She said it was because I had frightened her by my sudden arrival. That no doubt is true, but not because of the reasons she maintained. I had already told them at work that I might need a day off at short notice. I guessed that if Wendy were going to see Steve again it would be soon. The week turned into the weekend and Wendy showed no signs of an imminent meeting. In fact, she behaved so normally that I began to doubt my own eyes. Had I really seen her with Steve? It was the Wednesday of the following week. Wendy had risen early and showered before I got out of bed. I made the excuse of not going into work until later and sat there formulating my plan of action. Besides that it was a normal day. She dropped the kids at school and returned and started to change her clothes. "Are you going anywhere special." "No, Just shopping. What time are you going to work?" "Around ten-thirty." On hearing this she relaxed, continuing to apply her makeup. It was a strange feeling, watching her prepare herself for the arrival of her lover. I should have been jealous, but the only feeling I had was one of arousal. She looked at furtively a couple of times and I wondered if she knew, I knew. I doubted that, but not wanting to cause suspicion removed myself downstairs. When she joined me she looked stunning. Her hair was beautifully coiffured and her eyes looked large and inviting. She had applied a dark red lipstick, brighter than she normally wore, but it seemed to suit her light complexion. All in all she looked good enough to eat, and that I planned to do. I said my good byes and made to leave. She held her face up to mine and I lightly kissed her. Backing out of the drive I made one last wave before driving to my advantage point. One carefully picked to allow me a clear view of the comings and goings of our drive without being seen myself. I had waited about an hour and doubted if Steve was coming after all. Wendy hadn't left the house so I guessed she didn't have a shopping trip arranged which meant that she had reason to lie to me. Anyway I had waited this long so another half-hour wouldn't hurt. Sure enough, ten minutes later Steve arrived. Satisfied, I sat back and waited. I didn't have to wait too long, for half-hour later Steve's car made its way back down the drive. I started the engine and made my way home, shutting the doors quietly I crept into the house and up the stairs. Wendy was dozing. She lay on her back with one arm draped casually behind her head, the other lying by her side. I could see the remains of Steve's visit; her pubic hair was wet. I walked slowly to the side of the bed, bent over and kissed her gently on the lips. She started to respond, then suddenly her eyes opened, and she pulled the sheet over herself. "Are you not feeling too good," I asked Wendy made some excuse about feeling tired. I suggested that I might join her. She declined but I continued to kiss her. Feeling her mouth start to respond, I moved lower teasing her nipples. I started to move down the bed. "No, not that, not today." I told her that I thought she needed some help cleaning up after Steve's visit. Her eyes went wide with apprehension, only to be replaced by a sly manipulating look. "Yes, I think that might be a good idea." Looking back that was the turning point in our relationship. Wendy coaxed and encouraged me to do her bidding, and I loved it. When I had finished, she took me in her hand, gently relieving me. Whispering promises of further treats. I never did see Steve and Wendy together again. It was not possible for me to be home on their further meetings, and Steve and his wife Helen moved out of the district soon after. I was not too upset as Wendy always went into delicious detail whenever they had, had an encounter. Life returned pretty much to normal. Nothing really changed in our day to day relationship, but Wendy took on another persona when it came to our lovemaking. She would enthral me with imaginary scenarios. Getting me to a point where I would beg her to carry them out. Each time gave her more confidence, and I noticed a change in the way she dressed and conducted herself. She had discovered something deep inside herself, and now it was becoming visual. She moved with confidence. An easy confident sexuality oozed from her. Physically she was the same, but her mental change had transformed her into the sexiest woman I knew. It was a Saturday morning. We were on our own as the kids were away at Wendy's parents. I awoke to find her standing at the window. I heard the workman busy on our fence and asked Wendy if they could see her as she was wearing only a short nightie, one of those sexy little things that leave very little to the imagination. Wendy picked up her hairbrush in the pretence of fixing her hair. She cast the occasional glance and then let her nightie fall to the ground. She looked wonderful. Her nipples were fully erect as she preened herself in front of the mirror until she was satisfied that she had their undivided attention. I lay there watching her. My heart beating faster, hardly daring to move in case I broke the spell. She turned, replacing the hairbrush from where it came and with a flick of her hair walked over to me, sitting on the side of the bed, sliding her hand under the covers and stroking me. "If you're a good boy I might have a treat for you. I know you will like it, but first you have to help me prepare." I nodded, not trusting myself to utter a word. Wendy stood, looking at herself in the mirror, smiling obviously pleased with what she saw. I could hear the workman resuming their tasks, now that the entertainment was over. "I think I need to trim my bikini line. In fact, I might get you to shave it all off. Would you like that?" She took my silence as agreement, and lying on the bed, instructed me on her requirements. I acted meekly and followed her every wish. I lathered her, shaved and dried her, until she was hairless. She murmured her approval lying back on her elbows with a slight smile on her face. "Run me a bath now" I did as I was bade, preparing her bath and administering to her when she was bathing. I washed her all over and on completion dried her with a large towel, before sprinkling talcum on her. She took it all without a murmur, and when finished sat down at her table to apply her makeup. I had always enjoyed watching Wendy makeup. Now it was even better. I watched as she put it on layer by layer. Then the eyes and finally painting her lips a luxurious red. She slipped her housecoat on, turning towards me and pouting. "I think the wardrobes the best place" She was right. Our wardrobe ran the entire length of the room. The children used to play hide and seek in it when they were younger. Sliding doors made up the whole length. They were of the type with angled wooden slots, enabling someone on the inside to see out, but because of the light difference, not to be seen. With a wink, Wendy went downstairs. I walked through to the bathroom, which offered a clear view of the garden without being seen, unless somebody was purposely looking. I could see the workmen; they were intense on their task, although I'm sure they were taking occasional glances at our bedroom window, most likely hoping for a repeat performance. Wendy leaving the house interrupted their work. I didn't see her enter the garden but noticed the men look up and smile. Wendy came into view. She was carrying two glasses, filled with what looked like lemonade. She sauntered up the garden, with that gait that women can use when they want to attract a man's attention. I marvelled at the sway of her hips, and by the look on the workman's faces, so did they. I couldn't hear the conversation, but the body language said it all. Wendy was obviously flirting. She moved this way and that, leaning back with one leg protruding forwards, making her gown part and showing plenty of leg. Bending forwards, laughing at their comments. Each time she did so, I saw their gaze move downward from her face to take in the ample breasts she was so obviously displaying. This lasted for a few minutes. I knew we had approached a crucial time, when the men's expressions took on a more serious look. They stared intensely toward the house and with a nod they started to make their way toward it, exchanging sly glances with each other as they followed Wendy up the garden path. I quickly made my way to the bedroom, and positioning myself comfortably in the wardrobe sat and waited. I didn't have to wait long. I heard the door open and close, to be followed by the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. It was quiet except for the odd murmur, and a giggle from Wendy. The door opened and she strode in. The two men stood hesitantly at the door, before moving cautiously into the room. Wendy turned towards them smiling, and then for the second time that day let her robe slip off her shoulders, displaying her body to their gaze. Any caution they may have felt now disappeared. They hastily removed their clothes, and moved towards my wife. The contrast was amazing. They were tall, lean and muscular from their physical life style. Their bodies were tanned and showed signs of their recent labour by the dirt and dust covering their arms and chests. Wendy was the picture of womanhood. Creamy white skin, covered with a dust of talcum, made up beautifully and dabbed with expensive perfume. These were young men, and any lack of experience where women were concerned was more than compensated for with their enthusiasm. They were rough, not the hurting kind of rough, but the clumsy rough. Not that Wendy seemed to mind. They approached her together. The elder of the two engulfed Wendy, his one hand grabbing her hair and tilting her head backward and his other squeezing her breast. He kissed her. I could see her mouth open and her lips squash with the force of it. The other lad seemed unsure what part to play, but Wendy breaking away from the first's advances, took control. She stepped back laughing, and reaching down grabbed their each one by his manhood and led them to the bed. She seemed to flow onto the bed in one fluid movement, and beckoning them to join her lay back on her elbows. Her breathing was heavy and I could see the rise and fall of her breasts. Her mouth was partly open and her eyes sparkled. The lads took up position on either side of her, jostling for attention as they took turns in kissing her, before by her guidance moving lower to suckle her breasts. She looked towards me but her face showed no sign that I was in her thoughts. Her eyes were now partly closed, her head tilted back and her breathing was getting heavier, as the two men still intently sucking on her nipples used their hands to great advantage between her legs, what were now open to their extreme. She allowed them total access to her body, and I mean allowed them because she was in control and guided their movements like a fine conductor controlling his orchestra. Her hand grabbed at the hair of one man, pulling him up and on top of her. I could see him fumbling as he tried to find her opening, knowing he was successful by Wendy's sigh as he buried himself within her. As I already said, what he lacked in experience he certainly made up for with enthusiasm, as he pistoned into Wendy, her moans become louder as with youthful vigour he slammed into her, her whole body being moved with the force of his onslaught. His friend was by now becoming frantic. I knew exactly how he felt for my penis was now throbbing. I daren't touch it, in case of finishing the exquisite pleasure too soon. Wendy, on seeing his distress encircled him with her hand. Her nails like red talons holding their prey. Number one was still going strong, until Wendy stopped him with a command. "On your back" Reluctantly he removed himself, positioning himself on his back. His penis stood proud and glistened with Wendy's juices. She rose to her knees, momentarily letting go of her captive and positioning herself over her lover. She held him between her fingers and then sank down on him, filling her to the brim. This was wonderful. She was now facing the other way and I could see her face clearly. She sighed, her eyes shut as she leant forward, her breasts hanging down and dragging across his chest with her every movement. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if getting her breath back for what was to come. Her eyes opened and she turned her head. Jed's Story "Put it in me as well." He didn't need inviting twice, and moved onto the bed behind my wife. She held her head high, shuffling her legs indecently apart in an invite to this young stranger. He reached down holding himself, positioning himself, before pushing forward, joining his friend and burying his manhood in Wendy's pussy, joining his friend as they both buried themselves deep inside her. Her mouth opened as she gasped for air, slumping forward, hardly moving, and just enjoying the feeling of the two men. Their pace quickened. They thrust hard, Wendy pushing back to meet their onslaught. Her face was contorted, with a mixture of pleasure and pain, bucking violently until she started to shake uncontrollably, shouting oaths that I had never heard her utter before. Her lovers twitching as they emptied themselves into my darling wife. They moved slowly, as though every ounce of energy had been drained out of them. Wendy turned over, moving back to the other end of the bed. "You have to go now. My husband will be back soon" Taking her advice, they quickly dressed. I sat quite still until I heard the door shut, and the sound of their steps retracing their path up the garden. "You can come out now" I slipped quietly out, and moved to the foot of the bed. Wendy was lying back, her legs together and leaning to one side, displaying her bottom to my gaze. She never spoke, just watched me undress. Her eyes were wanton, and her mouth fixed in a lazy smile. She moved her feet until her knees were held high, and beckoning me with her eyes, slowly moved them apart, displaying herself to me. She lay there in all her glory, her shaven quim glistening with a mixture of three juices. I could see the remains still flowing out of her. She didn't have to say anything, her eyes said it all, and I obeyed the silent instruction. My breathing came in short gasps as I licked and tongued her. My mouth was covered in the liquid of their lovemaking, as I buried my face between her legs. She sighed contentedly. Her face was a picture of pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth partially open. I licked and licked until the last remnants had been removed, burying my tongue deep inside her, until she was totally clean. Her vagina was puffy and slightly swollen, and I carried on caressing it with my mouth. The action bringing quiet sighs from Wendy. "Ok Jed, come here" Obediently I moved towards her. She held me gently; gradually increasing the pressure until I thought it would burst. "Since you have been such a good boy, I will give you a treat" Wendy's mouth neared my groin. My heart nearly stopped with anticipation. She had never been much in favour of giving oral sex, but that was the old Wendy. The new Wendy engulfed me in her mouth, pushing down until she had almost taken it all, and then pulling back, leaving the stain of her lipstick halfway down my penis. Her eyes were closed as she sucked intently, her tongue tracing the edge of my knob and caressing the sensitive spot where the foreskin joins. I started moving, using her mouth as a vagina. Pushing in and out. My hands stroked her hair and forehead. "Thank you" It was shear gratitude. I felt my climax come from the base of my balls. Rushing up the shaft with increasing speed, before erupting forth. Wendy's throat muscles twitched as she swallowed what I had to offer like an expert. It was her first time also. At least I think it was. I would have put money on it not long ago, but now, who knows. Wendy's story I won't go into detail about the workmen, as I know Jed has already written about it. The only thing I will say is that it was something else. I will leave the rest up to your imagination. When you are reading this you must think that I only ever think about sex. That is not true, and during this period I don't think my sex drive increased at all. The only difference was in the way it was satisfied. As you know from reading the story so far, Jed hadn't been actually involved in my encounters. This remained the same for several months to come. As I have said, I had become good friend with June. Our weekly shopping trips had become an enjoyable part of my life. We started to trust each other, and as the weeks passed I shared my confidences with her. As I was relating the tales, and tales seems a bit extreme as there had only been five encounters with Steve and the workmen, she sat there listening intently. I was unsure of her reaction, but needn't have worried. She pumped me for all the intimate bits of information, her eyes wide and her lips moist. It was as if she was reliving my experiences. Although she told me that she had, had affairs, she never went into anymore detail. It must have been about two months after the workman business. June and I had been shopping. We had both bought new outfits and I had also purchased a swimsuit. We went back to June's and were in the process of looking through our goodies, when Dave arrived home unexpectedly. We were just about to start trying our new clothes on, but on his arrival I hesitated and replaced the item back in the bag. "Why don't you disappear and leave us girls alone," June said. "We were going to have our own fashion show." "I'm not stopping you, go right ahead." June looked at me and winked. "If he won't move then we will have to ignore him." June started to undress, and standing in just her bra and panties delved into the bag for the first item. It was a skirt and blouse, and slipping them on proceeded to twirl around in front of him. "Well, what do you think." "Very nice, I can't wait to see more." "Ok Wendy, your turn," she said, removing the items she had just put on. After what I had related to you, you may find it hard to believe but I was nervous. The only time I had undressed in front of any man besides Jed, was when sex was imminent and I was extremely aroused. To do it like this, in the cold light of day so to speak, made me feel embarrassed, although the thought was also a sexy one. June didn't seem to notice my predicament and delving into the bag bought out a dress that I had purchased. It was nothing special. What I mean by that is that it was one bought for everyday wear. I was dressed in a light jumper and skirt, and it would mean removing these completely before I could try on my new purchase. I turned my back on them and reaching down took hold of the bottom of my jumper and pulled it with one motion over my head. I had to turn around to retrieve the dress from June, as she showed no signs of helping me. Normally my underwear would have been as concealing as a swimsuit, but as of late I had taken to wearing items of the more revealing nature. Although my bra was not one of the skimpy design, I have too big a bust for that. It was low cut and the lace pattern did nothing to hide my large nipples, especially now, because in the presence of Dave they had stiffened and showed clearly through the thin material. I took the dress of June. I could see Dave watching me and was beginning to warm to the idea. I was in no rush to hide myself now and carefully prepared the dress before slipping it over my head. I walked over to the shopping and reaching into one of the bags produced a shoebox, the content of which was a pair of slinky sandals with fairly high heels. Slipping them on I strode around the living room, knowing that the shoes were showing my figure to its advantage. "Fantastic." Steve showed his appreciation verbally. While June was searching for the next item, I casually removed the dress, taking delight in Dave's presence as I made no move to replace the clothes I had been wearing but sat on the side of the chair, my legs stretched out and displaying myself. My panties were no more than a small patch, so small that it was obvious to anyone who looked that I was completely shaved. "I like it hairless" Dave quipped. I smiled but said nothing; June walking past playfully cuffed him around the head. "You like it anyway you can get it, now behave yourself else we will make you leave." June was still rummaging in the bags, until with a satisfied sigh brought out the next items. "Lets give him something to goggle at" she said, producing the new swimsuits. My heart was beating faster. I was unsure which way this was moving, and didn't want to make the first move, so took my direction from June. She passed me my swimsuit, and reaching behind her unclipped her bra, and casually threw it onto the chair. June was well built in the breast department, they were large, and looked larger because of her slim physique. They showed none of the signs of child bearing, and seemed to defy gravity. Her nipples were quite small compared to the size of her breasts, but perfectly round and pink. She quickly removed her briefs and slipping easily into the costume paraded in front of Dave. "What do you think" she asked him. She moved about in front of him, posing in various positions, teasing with her movements. "Fantastic, I am glad I came home now." June smiled easily, and turning to me sat and waited. Both sets of eyes were in my direction. I had no choice, but didn't mind as I was warming to the idea. Standing, I moved to the centre of the room. This time I didn't turn my back, but faced them, and reaching behind me undid the fastening and removed the item covering my breasts. My breasts are large and heavy, drooping slightly now, but still looking good. Unlike June's, my nipples are large and a lot darker in colour, and at this very moment, erect. Dave was staring. His eyes had grown darker and seemed to reach my very soul. I placed my hands under them, taking their weight and enjoying the freedom. I looked Dave directly in the eyes, and slowly started to push my panties lower until they were by my knees. I turned; displaying my bottom to them and bending forward removed them completely. I turned to face them. Both pair of eyes were fixed on me and I noticed June looking me up and down, her mouth slightly open, she smiled. I put on the swimsuit, taking delight in raising each leg in turn, opening myself up for their viewing. I was hot, and could feel the first signs of moisture starting to flow. June joined me, and together with June we did picture book poses for Dave's obvious pleasure. "OK, now let him earn his treat" June fumbled in the bag, and with a look of triumph retrieved a small pair of men's briefs. She threw them at Dave smiling. "Now it's our turn, put them on." June had started to remove her costume, so I followed suit, carefully replacing the items it the shopping bags. I waited to see if she would replace her clothes. She didn't so nor did I. We sat ourselves on chairs either side of Dave facing each other. He was in the process of removing his trousers having already removed his shirt, shoes and socks. I watched with interest, taking in his body at the same time. He was about average height, not overly muscular but quite pleasing to the eye. Although his waist wasn't what you would call slim, he held no fat there and as his trousers were lowered I noticed his buttocks were firm, with nicely shaped legs to match. He had his back to me when he removed his old briefs and put on the new purchase. June was smiling, and as he turned around I saw why. The briefs were small and out of the top protruded his penis. Our show had had its effect and he stood long and hard. "Well, who's a naughty boy then" June giggled. "What do you think we should do with this," she said to me. "Well, he certainly looks in a bit of trouble," I replied. June reached towards him, taking his penis between her thumb and forefinger, pretending to do a mock examination. As she ran her nails lightly down the side, I could see it twitch, the veins standing out even more, until it seemed to be completely covered with the thick blue lines. It's head was large and bulbous, and shone purple. "Well it looks ok, lets see what it tastes like." Junes head dipped and she slowly engulfed the end of Dave's cock in her mouth, moving up and down a couple of times before removing it. The end now shone wet with her saliva. "Not too bad, but I think I had better get a second opinion." She looked at me in invitation, an invitation that I didn't take long to accept. "Come here then." Dave moved over to me, his erection flattened to his stomach by his new briefs. I pulled them down and he lifted his legs to help with their removal. I encircled him, squeezing hard, watching the end grow fatter and more engorged as I did so. I cupped his balls with my other hand and manipulated them in my palm. I felt his whole body shudder with pleasure and moved my head lower, tentatively licking the end before encircling the knob with my mouth. He tasted good. I teased the end with my tongue, trying to push the end into the eye. "I think that's enough pleasure for now" June said. "If he wants anymore he will have to earn it." I reluctantly removed my mouth, enjoying the lipstick marks I had left there. June lay back on the chair, stretching and opening her legs. She beckoned Dave over. I had never seen a women's pussy at close range, and strangely enjoyed the sight. June's hair was thick, although trimmed to a triangle. I could see the pink inner lips. She was wet and she looked puffy and aroused. Her clit looked enlarged and she carelessly touched it with her finger, rubbing it back and forth in a circular motion. Dave moved towards her, dropping to his hands and knees. She placed her hands on the inside of her pussy lips, stretching herself open. "Come on lover boy, start licking." And start he did. I could see his head bobbing up and down as he licked and chewed her towards orgasm. A stream of instruction accompanied his actions. "That's it. Push your tongue right up. Do it harder, go on suck me, drink all my juices." With each obscenity June drew nearer to her goal. Her hips thrust forward, matching the movement of his head. Her hands reached down, grabbing a handful of hair in each one and pulling him into her as she literally fucked his face, pushing her open pussy and engulfing him with her flesh. "Oh yes, yes" she cried and with one final push wrapped her legs around his neck and shuddered to a climax. "Oh, that's it drink me all up, lick me out." With those final words she lay back, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes closed. I had never before witnessed a women reaching and orgasm and found the sight exhilarating. My breathing had become deeper, and I felt the arousal spread through my body and down to my loins. I had been so engrossed in the performance that it was only when June looked at me and smiled that I realised my fingers were buried deep within myself. "Your turn now" I had never been so glad of any invite in my life, and lay back hooking a leg over each chair arm, displaying my arousal to both of them and loving it. Dave turned and crawled over to me. His face was soaking, and June's pubic hairs were still around his mouth. "My feet first, kiss and suck them" I love attention paid to my feet and gloried in the way Dave handled it. He licked, sucked, kissed and bit. Each administration sending a warm shudder through my body. His tongue worked its way between my toes; he licked and sucked each toe in turn, until I asked him to stop. "Now my legs, kiss your way to the top." How I loved giving the orders. I had never been one for much verbal dialogue while lovemaking. Even when I had been doing it to Jed, it was mainly for his benefit. Now this was for mine. June's example had made me horny, and I enjoyed testing my new-found verbal prowess. "That's it, lick higher." I encouraged his progress, all the time pulling and squeezing my own nipples. I squeezed them so hard that I winced with the delicious pain. I knew June was watching me, but not only did I not care, I enjoyed it. "That's it babe, now my pussy." I reached down, opening myself wide for his touch, and shuddered as his tongue made first contact. He licked gently, moving his tongue in little circles, and with each circle moving closer to my clit. I lay my head back. My eyes were tightly closed. The only sound I heard was that of my own breathing. His tongue rubbed against my clit. I wouldn't be long at this rate, and I wanted to enjoy the feeling for longer. My voice seemed to grow firmer, and take on a life of its own, echoing my every thought. "Not yet, first do my ass" His tongue moved lower, and I felt the first tentative touches around the star of my anus. "Yes, yes, that's it. Now push your tongue in there. I felt his tongue probe at the entrance, before sliding its way in. It was delicious. I opened my mouth and a long sigh escaped. "That's it, now my clitty." He did as bid, moving quickly to my commands. I started to move against him in a steady rhythm. "Finger me. Finger my ass." He did as he was told, and I felt the end of his finger insert about half an inch. Now I was close. I copied June's example and wrapping my legs behind his neck ground my pussy against his face. The first wave started to hit me, and I pushed so hard that I felt his finger slide right up. That's done it. I was like a wild thing, cussing and swearing myself to orgasm. With my legs locked around him, I bucked and shook myself there, glorying in the feeling of my juices engulfing him. I released Dave from my leg lock, and lay there breathing deeply glorying in the wonderful feeling that had spread throughout my whole body. "Now it's time for your reward." June's words brought me back, and I slowly opened my eyes. June had moved her chair next to mine, and Dave was standing between us. His cock was twitching in a pulsating movement, thick and engorged. June took it in her hand and lowered her head over the end, sucking for all she was worth. I reached out, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. June slid her mouth up to the end, making a loud slurping noise as she released him. "You want Wendy to have a go now don't you," she said, pushing his cock towards me. I looked at Dave, smiling. He just nodded his head. I don't think that he cared who was going to do it so long as he got the relief he craved. I quickly lowered my mouth over him. He had a pleasant salty taste, and I pushed down seeing how much I could take. "You want to cum in our mouths don't you. Who's is it to be." I carried on sucking, enjoying the feel of his hands moving in my hair, pulling me on to him as he started to move in a gentle rhythm. June was gently tickling his balls, while all the time provoking him with her words. I could feel Dave build up speed and new it wouldn't be long. "That's it baby, come in Wendy's soft mouth. She want's you to. She want's to taste your cum." I don't know what effect her talk was having on Dave, but it was having one hell of an effect on me. I couldn't move my head now. Dave had it firmly held, and was using my mouth as a pussy, thrusting in and out. June carried on with her verbal assault, teasing and provoking him. I felt him twitch, and prepared myself for what was to come. I had no choice. He held my head firmly. He pulled me onto him, and I felt the first gush of cum hit the back of my throat. "That's it baby, empty yourself in Wendy's soft mouth, choke her with it." Choke me he nearly did. I felt gush after gush erupt inside me. I swallowed what I could, but some escaped, running down my chin and onto my breasts. I felt the tension on my head relax, letting his now deflating penis slip out of my mouth. It was strange, now that the moment of passion was over. The only thing I wanted to do was leave, so I quickly dressed, and made my departure as fast as politeness would allow. I haven't told you much about myself up to yet, so I am not going to go into detail now. You already have a good idea what I look like from Jed's descriptions, so I won't bore you again. I married Jed when I was twenty-two, and believe it or not still a virgin, and had been married for eighteen years by the time of these events. We have two boys aged 17 and 15, and up to the party I thought that Jed was going to be the only man I would ever sleep with. How things can change so rapidly. After that day at June's my life went back to normal for a while. I still met June on a weekly basis, for coffee or a shopping trip, but we never indulged in any sexual activity on these occasions. Every few months however, we would meet up as a foursome, and it was on one of these occasions that two things happened. One was that I witnessed Jed making love to another woman. Remember that until that time, it had only been me that was unfaithful. The second event was that I experienced my first kiss from another women. I had never considered myself as BI-sexual, and still don't. The kiss just happened. We were both kneeling down facing each other, leaning on the pouf, being taken from behind by our opposing husbands. I was approaching my climax and June was experiencing a similar situation if her breathing was anything to go by. Our heads were only inches apart. My eyes were closed and the beginnings of my orgasm had just started, when I felt June's lips touch mine. I responded with passion and we embarrassed in a long lingering kiss until our passion was spent. Afterwards nothing was mentioned, and although we had other nights together, the experience wasn't repeated. I tell you this, in order that you may understand some later events.