14 comments/ 77356 views/ 50 favorites Reclaim Her Pussy By: tony090909 This story contains details of wife sharing and wife swapping so you should only read it if that appeals to you. * * * * * * * * * * * "Well, what do you think our chances are?" Rob asked. I glanced at the table where our wives were sat. "Hard to say. If they're in a good mood and have had a few more drinks than usual, then maybe they'll be up for a swap. But all I can do is encourage Kim, if I get too heavy-handed she'll just dig her heels in and refuse." It was the second night of a weekend away and on the previous night we'd taken our wives to the show they wanted to see. In return they had agreed that at the restaurant tonight they would dress rather more sexily than usual. Rob and I were hoping that after the restaurant there would be some sexy fun which would lead to us swapping wives. I'd dropped some pretty clear hints regarding our intentions to Kim and whilst she had dismissed the idea, she had done it in a jokey way and perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I had a feeling she had rather left the door ajar. This all really dated back over a year to the summer of last year (it's July now). Kim and I got married ten years ago when Kim was twenty one and I was twenty six. One of the things I liked about her was that despite being very good looking she wasn't vain and always dressed in a smart, if rather conservative way. I've always been cautious of women who dress in a way that says Look at Me, Lust After Me. If they're so keen on grabbing your attention then it seemed to me that they must be rather insecure. Having said that I must admit my attitude had shifted. Perhaps it was a variation on the seven year itch, but for a while I had wished she would loosen up a bit and show the sexy side of her personality. Because she did like sex and made her enjoyment clear, normally coming very quickly and easily. A couple of weeks ago she came in from work and told me she wasn't wearing that dress any more. It was a hot day and she'd chosen a particularly summery dress with a rigid top so she didn't need a bra. She'd been bending over her desk and had looked up to see two of the men enjoying a good look down the front. The thought of two guys getting a good eyeful of her 36D tits was surprisingly arousing. I said that Kim is very attractive, well she also has a great figure - a slim waist and world class tits with prominent nipples and large, dark areola. For the next few days I couldn't get that incident out of my mind. There was no question I got a kick out of the fact that other men had been looking at my wife, lusting after her. I could well imagine they would have loved to spread her legs and slide their cocks into her pussy. The next weekend I managed to persuade Kim into going out without a bra. We went to a pub by the river and Kim wore a shortish skirt, white panties and a white slightly see-through blouse. You didn't have to look very hard to realise she was braless and the definite hint of her large, dark areola gave me an instant hard-on. And I knew it would have the same effect on any other red-blooded male. One of the reasons Kim had given for not going to this particular pub was the chance that we might meet someone from her workplace. So she was mortified when her colleague Carole and her husband entered the bar. Carole spotted Kim, waved to her and they came across and joined us. At first Kim kept her arms folded grimly across her chest and I thought it was going to be a disaster because Kim was genuinely upset that a work colleague was seeing her dressed in a provocative manner. Though to be honest Carole was dressed more revealingly than Kim; her halterneck dress gaped very easily and gave me several enticing glimpses of her boobs. The tone of the evening changed when the women came back from a trip to the toilet. They were both laughing and as soon as they were seated Carole looked at her husband Rob and I. "Are all men like you two?" she said with a laugh. "Both of you getting a kick out of your wives dressing up and displaying their charms. Men really are hopeless." I did blush a bit at that, but she said it with a good humour and no animosity. From then on things were much more relaxed and in fact we had a really enjoyable evening because Carole and Rob were good company. Saying our goodbyes in the car park we were all agreed that we would have to get together again soon. Things got even better on the drive home when I placed my hand on Kim's knee. Normally she would push it away and tell me to concentrate on the road, but tonight she surprised me by smiling and parting her legs. The short journey didn't give me time to achieve much, but when we got home I pulled Kim into the lounge and down on the settee. I was too aroused to waste time removing her knickers, I simply pulled them to one side and rammed my prick into her steaming wet twat. It was fierce and brief - several deep thrusts and I erupted inside her. The following week Kim went out for a drink with Carole and came back rather hyped up. Carole had made a casual remark about how active their sex life was, Kim responded by saying I was forever touching her bum and bust and they ended up exchanging some girly secrets. I should stress that's pretty unusual for Kim, she's shy and rather conservative, but Carole's extrovert nature seemed to bring her out of her shell. Certainly I didn't have any objection when Kim came home and made it clear she needed my prick inside her. "You know those pictures you've taken of me," Kim said afterwards. I nodded, well aware of what she meant. "Well Robert does the same with Carole; so we're not the only ones who have photo sessions." "I told you that was the case, I'm sure lots of couples do." "Apparently last time she wore some peach coloured French knickers," Kim giggled. I felt my prick stir at the thought of Carole in her knickers and nothing else. Carole's very different from Kim. She's a good three inches shorter with short blonde hair compared to Kim's long dark locks. Her hips are prominent, but her bust is very average, probably a B cup. The next stage was the girls suggesting we went out for a meal as a foursome and that soon developed into a regular thing. Once when Robert and I were left alone I asked him about their photo sessions. We had a brief chat and it was clear that that we had bonded over the attractions of the female body. I did think about suggesting a joint photo session where we were allowed to take photos of the other person's wife. I was pretty certain that Robert would be all in favour, but doubted whether Kim would agree. I lacked the courage to ask her outright, so instead I floated the idea in a part-serious, part-jokey manner. However Kim made it clear that there was no way she was going to strip in front of another man. I left it at that, but I did still have this belief (or perhaps just hope) that in the right circumstances and with a few drinks inside her she might just go with the flow. So that was the background to our weekend away. There was a show in London which our wives really wanted to see and they asked if we would take them. Robert and I said yes, but whilst Friday at the theatre was their choice we wanted Saturday to be our choice and opted for a meal at a nice restaurant with our wives dressed in their sexiest clothes. We said about taking our cameras, but the girls were adamant that we could take some of them fully dressed before the meal, but that was it. We decided to leave it at that, but Robert and I were of one mind. A few photos before the meal, but hopefully a few glasses of wine with the meal and then back to our hotel for a drink in the bar and then perhaps take a bottle of wine back to one of our rooms. I had a pleasant mental picture of our wives posing naked and being so aroused that they agreed to a swap. It was a pleasant thought, but if I'm honest I expected it to remain a fantasy; though happily I couldn't rule out the possibility that something might just happen. The Friday evening went very well. The show wasn't exactly what Robert and I would have chosen, but our wives loved it and that was the main thing. On Saturday we did a bit of sightseeing in London before heading back via Tube train and taxi to the country house hotel we had chosen. When we got back the hotel was very busy and it was only then that I remembered one of the staff saying they were hosting a wedding reception which he described as a "big event, lots of people". I could understand why they had chosen this hotel because it was a lovely place in a beautiful setting. Anyway we went back to our rooms and had a bit of a flop before making a leisurely start to getting ready for the evening. The taxi was booked for 7pm and I was ready well beforehand and able to sit back and watch my wife finish her preparations. I'd picked a lacy and distinctly see-through black and red bra and pants set for her together with some beautiful (and rather expensive) lace-topped stockings. Kim was sat in front of the mirror finishing off her make-up. Some women are past their peak very quickly, but Kim really hadn't changed much since I'd met her. I know I'm biased, but I do think she's incredibly attractive and I'm lucky to have her. There's something very erotic about watching your wife getting ready to go out. It's a sort of reverse striptease. She's sat there in her underwear, about to slip her dress on and you're thinking that you won't have too long to wait before you'll be removing that dress and her underwear. That thought was enough to get me hard, but there was also the tantalising possibility that she might just be willing to display her charms for Robert. I could imagine Robert staring transfixed as Kim slowly parted her legs to display her wonderfully furry slit. Another image flashed into my mind of Kim laid back with her eyes closed, gasping and groaning as Robert's cock rammed in and out of her pussy. Carole and I were on the bed next to them and my cock was firmly embedded in her pussy. Not for the first time it occurred to me that the thought of Kim accepting Robert's cock excited me as much or perhaps more than the possibility that I might get to fuck Carole. My thoughts were interrupted when Kim stood up, slipped her dress on and asked me to zip her up. As soon as I'd finished zipping her up I slipped one hand round the front and used the other to caress her backside. "Save yourself," she said pushing my hands away with a smile. "There'll be plenty of time for that later." * * * * * * * * * * "Alright," said Carole. "We're going to pass you something under the table and if you can guess what it is then there will be a treat later." I shot a puzzled look at Robert and he shrugged in reply. We were part way through our meal and the girls had just come back from a trip to the loo. They were rather giggly, but I put that down to the amount of wine which Carole in particular had consumed. "Reach under the table," she instructed. "And no looking, we don't want you cheating." There was a brief fumble under the table and Kim passed me a lacy, silky item. I knew straightaway that it was her knickers and just as quickly realised that this was a major step in the right direction. There had been a couple of occasions in the past when Kim had gone knickerless, but it had always been at my prompting and never when we were with company. I leaned closer to Kim and said I'd got her knickers, she smiled shyly, but seductively and nodded that that was indeed the case. I glanced round the room and no one was looking, so I held them up briefly, giving Robert a glimpse of the flimsy garment which until a minute ago had been protecting my wife's most intimate place. He reciprocated with a quick flash of the rather striking purple thong which Carole had been wearing. "Does seeing Kim's naughty knickers turn you on?" Carole said with a laugh. Her hand moved towards Robert's lap. "Yes it does turn you on doesn't it?" Rob looked embarrassed, but defended himself. "I'm just a normal red-blooded male; any man would react like that." We managed to complete the meal without any further developments. I got our waiter to use my camera to take a group photo of us and then added that we ought to take some more photos back at the hotel. "We knew you'd be on about this. Kim and I have already discussed it and we'll do some shots of us flashing our stocking tops on the way back to our rooms, but that's it." I looked at Robert and simply shrugged. Arguing would only get their backs up, it was better to wait until later and hope they were willing to do something a bit more daring. We made it back safely to the hotel and were going to head for the bar. However Carole was intrigued by the sights and sounds of the wedding reception which was obviously in full swing in a marquee set up in the grounds. We could see lanterns marking a path to the marquee and Carole headed off down it. "Come on, just two minutes to have a quick peep and then we'll head for the bar," she said. Rob followed her and we all strolled rather self-consciously down the path towards the marquee. I felt a bit stupid the way our curiosity had overcome us, but Carole said we'd just walk a bit closer, not actually into the marquee before we turned round. We were less than ten yards from the entrance when an elderly gentleman stepped out with his head down. He was only a few yards away when he looked up and suddenly realised we were there. It startled him a bit and then he broke into an alarmingly broad grin. "There you are. I didn't think you were coming, but better late than never." He moved between Carole and Rob, took their arms and before they'd had time to think he was leading them into the marquee. Kim and I followed at a cautious distance. "Marcus, they're here. I said they'd come." Marcus, whoever he was, turned away from the group he was with. His smile faltered and froze and there was no mistaking the puzzled look in his eyes. It was obviously a case of mistaken identity and this was becoming very embarrassing. "I'm sorry," said Rob with a smile and a laugh. "I think we've been mistaken for someone else." The elderly gentleman looked very puzzled. "But you're Ted and Alice - aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," said Rob with a good-natured shrug. The elderly shoulders sagged and the face looked troubled. "Don't worry Father," said Marcus. "Look, Mother's over there searching for you. Go have a word with her." He headed off and Marcus apologised saying that his father was becoming increasingly confused. We in turn apologised saying we shouldn't have wandered down to the marquee. "Well you're here now," said Marcus. "You must stay and join the party." He gestured to a passing waiter and we were presented with champagne flutes. He invited us to toast the health of his daughter whose wedding it was and we couldn't possibly refuse that. One thing led to another and ten minutes later we were chatting to a couple Marcus had introduced us to. We soon realised that getting another drink was simply a case of telling a waiter what you wanted as the bar was free. "This must be costing a fortune," Kim said to me at one stage. The dance band that were playing, the free bar, the number of guests - how much was it all costing? Probably into six figures I thought. I also had the impression that the guests were all well off. In different circumstances I might have felt a bit out of my depth, but with a few drinks inside me and happily chatting to some very pleasant people I felt pretty relaxed. In fact Rob and I got so involved in an amusing conversation with one of the guests that it took us a while to realise our wives had disappeared. We assumed they'd soon reappear, but that didn't happen so eventually we set off to find them. Rob spotted them over near the dance floor chatting to a couple of young men. He was about to go across when I told him to give it a minute. "What does the body language tell you?" I asked. "It tells me those lads are hitting on them," Rob replied. "Just what I was thinking. And I'd say our wives aren't exactly discouraging them. Let's wait and see what happens." We stood quietly out of their view, watching in an oddly voyeuristic way. Our wives were stood there, outwardly perfectly respectable, but with no knickers on and they were being chatted up by two young men who I would guess were in their early twenties. It was noticeable that they were stood as two couples and I saw the guy stood with Kim touch her gently on the arm. Carole and the guy she was with seemed to be doing all the talking, but then I got a major surprise when they all headed for the exit. "Shall we follow them?" I asked. Rob nodded. * * * * * * * * * * "Can we get you ladies a drink?" the young man asked. "Sorry guys, we're married," said Carole, flashing her ring. "That doesn't matter, we can still get you a drink." A passing waiter was stopped and Carole and I were each handed a champagne flute. "So where are your husbands?" the second guy asked. I soon learnt his name was Jacob and the other guy was called Tom. "Somewhere around," said Carole with an airy gesture. "Eventually they'll realise we're missing and then they'll come looking for us." "Well until then, why not let us look after you." And look after us they did. We had another drink and then they took us out onto the dance floor. The first dance soon ended and when the music changed to a smoochy number Jacob took me in his arms. One of his hands was resting on my lower back, a bit closer to my bottom than was really necessary, but the crowded dance floor meant no one could see anything. Jacob's fingertips traced a gentle pattern to my hip and then stroked me lightly. I suddenly realised that he was confirming a suspicion that I wasn't wearing any knickers. If I'd still had my knickers on then the waistband would have been easy to feel through my thin summer dress. Suddenly Jacob's hand moved to my backside and began a light, yet firm caress. "No panties. I like that; was it your husband's idea?" I started to say no, then thought it made me sound a bit, well, sluttish if I said it was my idea. In the end I stuttered and stammered, then simply nodded in acknowledgement that it had been my husband's idea. "So your husband doesn't mind his beautiful wife dancing with another man who must surely discover that she has removed her panties. What a fun and sexy situation don't you think?" I couldn't think of a suitable reply to that, so I said nothing and anyway I was distracted when Jacob's fingertips traced the gentlest of paths over my dress and across my pubic mound. Fortunately the number came to a close before Jacob could make any further progress, because I must admit I was tempted to let him explore. I led him off the dance floor and Carole and Tom followed us. "Have you spotted them?" Carole said. "Spotted who?" I asked rather stupidly. "Our husbands," said Carole. "They're watching from the shadows. Let's give them something to think about. Tom wants to show me the view from his top floor suite, apparently you can see the London Eye." I didn't know what to say, but Carole didn't wait for a reply, instead she took Tom's arm and led him towards the exit. Jacob took my arm and I stifled a protest and went with him. We returned to the main hotel building and the reception area was very busy. We'd gone a little way past it and Carole craftily looked back and confirmed that our husbands were attempting to follow us. I could see them scanning round trying to spot us. "Come on," said Tom. "Nip in here, they'll miss us and head past." He pulled Carole into an alcove and Jacob and I followed. I stood tensely, hidden from the main walkway, but able to see people as they passed by. My heart was beating much faster than normal. Perhaps it was the thrill of the chase, but I knew it wasn't the fact that our husbands were searching for us that was so exciting, rather it was an awareness that Carole and I were sexual quarry as far as these two young men were concerned. Reclaim Her Pussy I almost gasped when Paul and Robert passed within a few feet of us, but they failed to spot the alcove and didn't even glance in our direction. I waited a moment then turned to say something to Carole. I froze and couldn't say anything. She and Tom were staring intently at each other, but what really made me stare was the fact that Tom's hand was between her legs fingering her pussy. Tom realised I was watching, gave an odd smile, then guided us all out and in the opposite direction to our husbands. We took a lift up to the top floor and all the time I was wondering what was going to happen. But of course there wasn't really any doubt; Carole had let Tom touch her intimately and if he was any sort of red-blooded male then he would want to fuck her. Where did that leave me? It was obvious Jacob would like to fuck me, but was I willing to let him? One part of me said no, but another part of me was carried along with the flow of events. Our husbands were at least partly responsible for the situation and I have to be honest and say that I was excited. I could feel a definite moist arousal between my legs and if I had been wearing panties they would have been distinctly damp. We got to the room without mishap and I made a nervous and rather corny comment about the view being worth coming all the way to up here. Jacob guided me out onto the balcony and pointed out the London Eye, but we also had a good view of the marquee which distracted us temporarily. I realised that Carole and Tom hadn't joined us and was about to turn back into the room when Jacob took me in his arms and kissed me. I didn't resist and in truth it was very pleasant. Inevitably one of his hands started to caress my backside, while the other moved to my breasts. At first I didn't stop him, but then I broke and moved into the room to rejoin Carole and Tom. I don't know what I had been expecting, but I hadn't anticipated they would have gone so far so quickly. There was a trail of discarded clothing across the floor and Carole and Tom were on the bed. Carole's eyes were shut tight, though her mouth was open in a perfect O and she was gasping as Tom thrust vigorously between her spread thighs. Jacob was behind me and I must have been completely distracted by Carole and Tom because I didn't realise my dress had been unzipped until Jacob started to remove it. After that everything seemed to happen very quickly. Jacob laid me down on the bed and then moved above me. I shivered as the hard rubbery tip of his penis brushed against my pussy. He leaned into me and I gasped as my cunt lips parted and his prick slid into me. I was very wet and after only a couple of thrusts he was fully embedded in me. I like the feeling when a man is really deep inside you. I've always loved that totally possessed feeling when my husband was in me up to the hilt, with his ball sac pressed tight against my arse. Well now I had that feeling with another man. I didn't feel guilty about letting Jacob have me, but I did feel a bit confused. It had happened in a way that I would never have imagined and that left me feeling disorientated and out of my depth. Perhaps that's why the sex was a bit of a disappointment. Don't get me wrong, Jacob was very energetic, but it was very much a case of a young man taking his pleasure and I didn't feel much of a connection to him. He hadn't been fucking me for very long, when he started babbling about how lovely my pussy felt, in fact it was so nice he would have to come. I felt his cock stiffen and swell and knew what was about to happen. He groaned and then I felt his cock jerking inside me and the lovely warm, wet feeling when a man fills your pussy with sperm. He collapsed on top of me and it was only then that I remembered that Carole and Ted were in the bed next to us. Judging by the sounds they had also finished and I lay there wondering what was going to happen next. There were some noises from their bed and then an embarrassing liquid sound which had to be Tom's prick retreating from Carole's freshly fucked pussy. Jacob moved slightly and I could see that Tom was kneeling up on the bed. "Jesus you have a sweet married pussy and I've given it a full load; that's one beautiful creampie you've got." There was a satisfied giggle from Carole and then Tom turned to Jacob. "Married pussy is fucking gorgeous isn't it? What's yours like?" In response Jacob levered himself up and moved from between my thighs. Instinctively I closed my legs and without really thinking I put one hand over my pussy and the other across my breasts in order to preserve my modesty. "Oh we've got a shy one," laughed Tom. "Come on, let's see what you've got, I'm sure lots of men have seen that lovely body of yours." "No they haven't," I blurted out. "If you must know before tonight my husband was the only man I'd slept with. Not that it's any business of yours," I added frostily. "Really?" said Tom, his voice taking on a quieter, less assertive tone. "I'm sorry, I just assumed you were more experienced. I didn't realise that tonight was pretty much unique for you." He moved and stood in the gap between the two beds, his flaccid cock hanging down, but gleaming slightly with its coating of love juices. "But I really would like to see you properly. I don't know why but it seems important. Please let me see." He moved to the foot of the bed, his eyes locked on mine. His stare was penetrating, but too intense and personal. I lowered my eyes only to find myself looking at his cock. I realised with a start that he had shaved. I'd never seen a shaven cock before and in fact my husband's is the only cock I've ever seen, so to see one like this was quite a shock. I knew I was staring at it, but I couldn't help myself and then it became obvious that Tom had seen my fixed gaze. His cock started to rise and that was something I can't honestly remember having seen before - a man actually changing from flaccid to erect. My stomach churned and some sort of convulsion pulsed through my pussy. I don't know if other women are the same, but I've always liked the sight of an erect cock. They're so strong and arrogant and of course they're erect because of you, which is a compliment in a way. And on this occasion the impact was multiplied by the fact that Tom had shaved. The outline of his cock and balls was stark, almost brutal. "Please," he repeated gently. The room was so saturated with sexuality that my response seemed inevitable, almost preordained. My hands were trembling as I moved them away from my pussy and breasts and spread my legs so that Tom could see my sex. My cunt lips were gaping from the passage of Jacob's cock and I could feel his cum trickling down the crack of my arse. Tom feasted his eyes on me and I noticed his cock stiffening further, so that it was pointing sharply upwards. I shuffled down the bed slightly into a more comfortable position, which said more clearly than any words that I wanted him to fuck me. He knelt on the end of the bed and then moved up and between my spread thighs. He didn't hurry and rubbed his penis along the full length of my pussy several times. I pushed my hips forward, desperate to have him inside me, he realised my need and with one firm thrust penetrated my core. I had wondered if I would be able to take him. My husband is a bit over six inches when erect (yes we have measured him) and Tom seemed a bit bigger - seven or perhaps eight inches. I was surprised because I took him very easily; so perhaps the fact that he had shaved made his cock seem bigger than it really was. Anyway I was so hyped up that the sensations were magnified and an intense orgasm racked through my body. I realised that Carole and Jacob were fucking and the room was full of the sounds of sex - our cries and gasps as we were fucked and gasps and groans from the men as they did the fucking. Tom had already cum once so he had lots of staying power. I've nothing against dreamy, romantic sex, but if I'm honest I prefer a good vigorous fucking and that's exactly what I was getting. Tom was very masculine, very physical and very direct - ploughing into me with a strength and power that made me feel totally possessed. He pinned my arms above my head and his head went down and he sucked on one of my nipples. That was nice because until then my breasts had been rather neglected. I'm a 36D and Paul has always said he loves my large dark areola and prominent nipples. Tom seemed to find them just as fascinating and licked and sucked at them while continuing to thrust between my thighs. He paused for a moment and asked me if I'd like to change positions. "Yes please. I like being fucked from behind, it's my favourite position." So I turned over and Tom took me from behind. I noticed that Carole and Jacob followed our lead and it must have been quite a sight - both of us down on our elbows and knees while the men rammed it into us. My breasts were slapping back against me with each thrust from Tom, but then he reached down, squeezing them and teasing my erect nipples. His hand then moved between my legs and found my engorged clitoris. It only took a couple of rubs and I felt the first waves of an unstoppable orgasm. Tom realised what was happening and the pace of his thrusts increased. Then suddenly he gave a huge groan and a final immense thrust which flattened me against the bed as he pumped several bursts of sperm into my married pussy. We lay there for a short while, but in that position Tom's spent cock soon slipped out and he rolled off me. I didn't want the embarrassment of his sperm leaking out of me and it might seem stupid but I was too shy to ask for a tissue and wipe myself with Tom and Jacob watching. So instead I grabbed my dress and slipped it back on. I think Carole might have lingered, but I couldn't see any point and in truth I wanted to get back to my room. The deed had been done and there was nothing I needed to say to either Tom or Jacob. A couple of minutes later Carole and I were out of the room and checking our phones. There were a couple of texts from Paul, but I didn't bother reading them, I just tapped out a text saying I was heading back to the room. Carole headed for her room and I said I'd ring in the morning and we'd arrange to have breakfast together. As I swiped my keycard through the lock I didn't know whether Paul would be in the room and I had no idea what I was going to say to him. One thing I did know was that I wasn't going to lie about what had happened. Paul had regularly encouraged me to loosen up and act in line with his fantasies, so he could hardly complain about the consequences. I stepped into the room and Paul was sat on the end of the bed. It was clear that neither of us knew what to say. I moved closer to him and he took my hand and brought me closer still. "Are you OK?" he asked. I nodded in reply and that seemed to reassure him because his hand went to just above my right knee. I parted my legs in an unspoken invitation. It was obvious what he would discover because more sperm had leaked from my pussy during the walk back to our room. His hand moved upwards, past my sticky thighs to the pouting wetness of my vagina. The situation was incredibly tense and my love juices were in full flow again. "You've..." he said staring at me. Our eyes locked on each other and I could see his desperate need for me to speak. His fingers told him what had happened, but he needed me to confirm it. "Yes, I've been fucked." He swallowed hard and I gave him a moment and then quietly asked if he minded. He looked as if he was going to speak, but perhaps the words wouldn't come because he simply shook his head. Rather surprisingly I felt that I was in charge and needed to take the lead. "Two men have seeded me. Do you want to reclaim my pussy and add your sperm to the load that's already inside me?" Again all he could do was nod, but now he stood up, unzipped my dress and removed it. While I got into the bed he hurriedly undressed; his erect cock was confirmation of how much this had excited him. I parted my legs, he moved above me and his cock slid into that sweet hole which he knew so well. I don't know what I was expecting but in the event there was a series of excited, almost frantic thrusts and then Paul groaned and swore as his cock jerked and jerked inside me. I lay there almost not believing that after a lifetime of being faithful to one man suddenly here I was with sperm from three men in my pussy. Paul held me close and asked what had happened. Perhaps tiredness was kicking in, but I didn't really want to go into it. Nevertheless I told Paul how we had gone back to their room and they had taken it in turns to fuck us. I could tell he wanted to know more detail and I promised he would get that but I said it would have to wait for another occasion. He agreed to that and we settled down to sleep. I must have dropped straight off and slept soundly because the next thing I knew was the buzzing of my phone on the bedside cabinet. I grabbed it rather fuzzily and saw it was a text from Carole saying they were going for breakfast at eleven and did that suit us. Paul was watching me with an amused expression and had obviously been awake for a while. I texted back saying OK and it was then a case of getting showered and heading down to the breakfast room. In the event we got there before Rob and Carole and asked the waiter for a table for four. I scanned the room and to my relief I couldn't see Jacob or Tom. The others soon arrived and we all got some fruit juice and cereal. The events of last night weren't mentioned, but Rob and Carole seemed calm and relaxed so I assumed that there hadn't been any fall out between them. After a short while Carole said she was popping to the toilet and I said I'd join her. The men must have realised that it was just an excuse to chat, but they didn't say anything. Straightaway Carole asked me how Paul had been when I got back to our room. "He was fine," I said with a shrug. "He didn't mind that I'd been fucked, in fact he was desperate to fuck me and add his sperm to the load already inside me." Carole gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god! Rob was just the same. I wonder if all men are like that?" We chatted some more and then got quite a shock when a toilet flushed and a young woman came out with a smirk on her face. It was obvious she'd been listening to our conversation and had a very clear idea of what had taken place last night. I may have been imagining it but back in the breakfast room I seemed to feel that woman's eyes on me, so I was keen to leave. In fact none of us saw any reason to hang around, so we packed our bags and were out in the car park just before midday. Paul was driving and we were using his car because it was the largest and had most room. The roads were busy and the drive home took just over three hours, though I must admit that I dozed on the last bit of motorway. We had a coffee at Rob and Carole's and it had turned 5pm when we got back to ours. We were putting all our things away when Paul spoke to me. "I was hoping that when we go to bed tonight you'll be willing to tell me a bit more about what happened last night." "Oh are you?" I teased. "Well as long as I'm not too tired then maybe I will." The question of whether I would or wouldn't treat Paul to an account of my adventures added a rather pleasurable layer of sexual tension to the evening. Of course I knew I was going to put him out of his misery, but he couldn't be sure. We cuddled together in bed and I described how I'd danced with Jacob and he'd quickly discovered that I wasn't wearing any panties. I then said how Carole had let Tom finger her pussy while we were hiding in the alcove, but I swore him not to tell this to Rob. "Alright I promise, but you needn't worry about that, Rob is keen to hear her story and he doesn't have any hang-ups about what happened." "How do you know that?" Paul smiled and said that both Carole and I had fallen asleep for the final part of the car journey. "It's odd, I was driving and glanced at you in the mirror. I was thinking to myself that you probably both still had sperm from last night in your pussies and Rob must have been having similar thoughts because he quietly said that it was strange to think that last night our loving wives had been fucked by two different men." This conversation was distinctly arousing and inevitably I ended up with Paul's prick inside me while I described how it felt being fucked by another man. Equally inevitably he asked about the size of their cocks. I told him that they felt pretty average, but that the fact that Tom had shaved made his look bigger. "It just looked so stark and brutal with no pubes to soften the outline." "Did the fact that he'd shaved turn you on"" I paused for a second then admitted that it had done. I also described how Tom had asked to see my recently fucked pussy and how with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement I had granted his wish. "He got hard when I did that and that really did turn me on. Seeing his prick become stiff was exciting and I knew I wanted him inside me." "Did he ride you bareback?" "Yes they both took me bareback and they both came in my pussy. Do you mind that two other men have fucked the cunt you're enjoying? Do you think I'm a slut?" "Yes you're a slut," Paul gasped. "A gorgeous, fuckable, loveable slut." His prick jerked inside me and fired another load of sperm into my lustful vagina. * * * * * * * * * * We arranged to go out for a meal with Rob and Carole a couple of weeks later and Paul started dropping hints about a swapping session. I guessed he'd been speaking to Rob so I had a word with Carole and she was as doubtful as I was. The men sulked a bit when we made clear they weren't going to get their wish, but Carole and I were adamant. But it was a bit inevitable that it happened soon afterwards. We'd gone out one night and I mentioned that Paul had bought me some new stockings. They were actually made of silk and Carole stroked them and said they were lovely and smooth. Of course that led to Rob asking if he could have a feel. Except he didn't ask me, he asked Paul who said yes. I could have stopped him, but for some reason I didn't and rather predictably his hand slid right up the inside of my thigh. I did finally push his hand away, but not before his fingertips brushed against my panties. That was as we were due to leave the restaurant. There was no mistaking the tension in the air as we drove home. When we got home Paul put some smoochy music on the CD player and as I danced with him his hands roamed freely across my bum and bust. I wasn't surprised when he suggested we swap dance partners and neither Carole nor I objected. So now it was Rob's turn to feel my bum and bust through my clothing, but I knew it wouldn't stop there. Sure enough it wasn't long before his hand slid up my skirt and he was stroking my pussy through my knickers. I must admit I was partially distracted by a voyeuristic desire to see what my husband and best friend were doing. Paul was unfastening Carole's blouse at the same time as Rob was fingering my pussy. It was clear what the outcome would be and we ended up fucking in opposite corners of our lounge. Rob rode me bareback and came in my pussy. When they'd gone Paul led me upstairs and fired his sperm into my pussy. He came very powerfully and afterwards he said there's something very intense about taking me after another man has fucked me. He says he feels this deep-seated urge to reclaim me and add his sperm to the load already inside me. That was nearly a week ago and in a relatively short time I've gone from being a strait-laced wife who's only ever slept with her husband to an experienced woman who's spread her legs for four different men. Reclaim Her Pussy I'm pretty certain that Paul will want to enjoy further adventures and I suspect that from time to time I'll be willing to indulge him. It's not as if I'm dissatisfied with Paul and looking back I wouldn't say that the sex with Jacob, Tom or Rob was spectacular, but it was exciting and very different from the married routine I was used to. In fact when I think back it's not the actual sex I remember, but the moment when I moved my hands so Tom could see my recently fucked pussy and then the startling and primitive response as his shaven cock became erect. I've got a feeling that is going to be the iconic erotic memory of my life.