21 comments/ 95099 views/ 44 favorites Sexy Barbara Turns Her Husband On By: tistf When Steve Taylor went into the bedroom, he was surprised to see his wife, Barbara, was already in bed, seeing as he was usually first in. She smiled as he climbed in, intending to read, but she stopped him. "I want to talk," she said, turning off the bedside lamp. "What about?" he replied, but he turned his light off too, laying down beside her. "My affair." All went quiet for a few seconds as he let his thoughts swim. It had been five weeks exactly, a Sunday in fact, when a 'phone call in the evening had shook him. A woman called Tania, her voice quivering with emotion, told him that Barbara had been having an affair with her husband, Dave, a co-worker. Barbara had admitted it immediately. "Alright," he said. She turned to him, close but not touching him, whispering quietly. "I think it turns you on." The words sent a dart through his mind and he said, too quickly really, "What do you mean?" "What I said, I think my having had an affair excites you." "What, because I didn't get aggressive and angry, wanting to go round there and punch his lights out or lash out at you?" He seemed indignant but Barbara wasn't fooled. "Yeah, okay, that had occurred to me but I've got three much better reasons than that." It was quiet for a few more seconds and he knew what she was thinking. "Well," he said, almost sullenly. "Well, for a start, we haven't stopped having sex since," she said. "Take this weekend. Once on Friday night, twice on Saturday, once more this morning. We even have it during the week as well. That's been the pattern since and it's like you're always ready for it. I'm not complaining," she continued, "but it's been like that since you found out. I really began thinking it about three weeks ago and it's so obvious I don't know why I didn't realise it sooner." Again, a few seconds elapsed. His mouth was beginning to get dry and he shifted uncomfortably. He suddenly became very conscious of how Barbara was laying, very close to him but deliberately not touching. "And the second reason?" "Your questions," she said. "They were, are, always about the sex, what he did to me, where, how often, when did it start, how did it feel? And you want details, like what was I wearing, did I start wearing sexier clothes at work for him, did I help him undress me? You even asked me if he came in me. You know something," she whispered close to him, "when I said he did, the next time we had sex you went crazy. It's because that idea turns you on. I like knowing it does." She paused to let her words sink in, satisfied that his silence was proof positive. "I didn't think about it at first, I just didn't realise how it was turning you on, but now it's obvious. Like when I told you how I knew he was getting excited at our works Christmas party when he was dancing with me, you asked me to repeat it a few times and now I know why. You like the idea of another man geting hard and rubbing up against me. Admit it, it turns you on, all of it you like." Another few seconds went by. "The third reason?" he said tersely. His mouth was very dry and he gulped as he spoke. For the first time Barbara made contact with his skin, placing a hand very close to his groin area, her fingers spaced out and just under the top of his jocks but deliberately barely touching, just keeping a distance. That's the best one of them all," she whispered directly into his ear, "You're bigger inside me," and she felt him give a start. She continued as he lay quietly beside her, and he knew she would see his silence as confirmation of her words. He was beginning to breathe more deeply and her awareness of his excited reactions only made them worse. "At first I thought I was imagining it but it's the same still after all these weeks, I can really feel you inside me like never before, and it's every time too. I can see it on your face as well when you're fucking me. I can even feel you cum." She heard him breathe and gulp, almost a groan of desire. "You're bigger than Dave, you know." It was silent. "So I might as well tell you the whole truth," she said. "You said you couldn't understand why because we weren't having any problems and our sex life was still good, not like Dave and Tania's. It made you wonder why I had sex with someone else, when our sex life was still good, but it was always only that, just the sex. I loved it, Steve, and you should try it with another woman. It was great being fancied by another man, it's very exciting, and it's even better giving in to it. Like when he danced with me, yes, I could feel him getting hard, and it so turned me on. And I like knowing it turns you on, too. That's why I'm sorry I did it behind your back. The next time will be different." She heard him groan and catch his breath. "Yes, darling, I've been thinking about when I have my next lover." She spoke with supreme confidence in her knowledge of her husband. "When Dave started getting hard while we were dancing, he asked me for a Christmas kiss; I only gave him a peck, really. But later when I went to the loo, he was waiting for me and dragged me into an empty office, telling me he wanted another kiss and when I said he'd already had one, he said he wanted a proper one. This time when he kissed me, he pulled himself against me and I could feel him harden and I pushed right back, kissed him passionately, started rubbing myself against him and the next thing, he was feeling my tits, telling me he'd always fancied me, how sexy he thought I was. God, it turned me on. Steve," she whispered, "I really mean it, I loved what he was doing to me and encouraged him to do more. I even began rubbing his cock before he put his hands up my dress and I had my panties down even before he'd got his pants off. I knew I'd let him fuck me. Although I am sorry I did it behind your back, to tell the truth, I loved every minute of it. It's lovely having sex with someone else - I didn't realise just how much I'd missed it all these years. And the last thing I'd want to do is be or fall in love with him or any other man, for that matter." She knew she had her husband where she wanted him, she could tell by his breathing, and she wasn't going to stop. "I know you're hard now," she said, "so I might as well tell you that I spent a Saturday round his house when his wife was at her sister's. I let him do everything to me then because usually he could only fuck me in his car, like I've told you, but that day, we had the opportunity, the time and place to do more." "What did you.....?" His words trailed off, he could hardly speak, his words sounding almost out of place in the silence of the bedroom. "He sucked me off," she said, "as soon as I got there, on his bed, between my legs sucking me off and fingering me. I loved every bit of it, Steve, and after I'd orgasmed, I...." "Tell me," he hissed, though he knew what was coming, "tell me." "Yes," she confirmed, "I sucked his cock." Her husband groaned in approval and she knew what he was going to say. "Did you wear.....?" "Yes, of course," she said, 'the light blue bra and I'd told him not to cum for a few days." She heard her husband groan again. "Yes, by god it does turn you on, doesn't it, you love hearing about it, don't you, and, yes, I did it the same way and he loved it just as you do." Here she was referring to her wonderful way of sucking a man's cock, something she'd mastered after watching a particularly erotic blue film where one of the female stars oral performance had so affected her, so that when the cock was releasing its cum, she would coninually just kind of lap, tongue and suck at the tip, letting the cum hit her face fully, spurt after spurt, before it dripped onto her lovely tits. Barbara gloried in her prowess here and almost by accident, one day Steve had wanted her to suck him off with her top undone and bra on, she'd been wearing a pale blue bra and even as he'd cum, he'd watched transfixed as his cum began dripping onto her bra, loving the wetness effect on the material. Just some time later, however, she happened not to have taken her bra off and that wetness had turned into glorious dark cum stains that proved to be an extreme sexual turn on in the days ahead, so much so that she'd worn the bra for a week. For the first time she reached for his cock, pulling his jocks off and she gasped at just how erect her husband was. "My god, look at that," she said. She was barely touching him, but knew he was close to cuming, even as she spoke. "You know, after Dave had finished cuming, he'd left the bedroom for a few minutes and when he returned, I could see he was almost ready to fuck me. Do you want to know what I said to him?" "Yes." "I brought my legs up onto the bed and opened them wide for him, I was just wearing my bra, and as he pushed his lovely hard cock into me and began fucking me, I pulled him in and said, 'If only my husband could see me now.' I think I almost wanted you to be there, the thought turned me on." She'd wanted to say how she'd kissed Dave then and pushed herself eagerly against him but it was her turn to gasp once again as her husband groaned and came. She managed to hold the bed linen up as his cum shot out, the first spurt landing on his chest. He was cumming and cumming, Barbara wanking him off, whispering how much she'd enjoyed her lover's fucking of her and how it was unfortunate that her husband hadn't been there to see it. When he'd finished, she wiped her hand and wrist on his body and said to him, "You better go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then you can come back here and fuck me. Well, after you've admitted how much it turns you on." In the bathroom, he knew what had just happened couldn't be ignored or denied. As he washed himself, he looked in the mirror and could hardly explain why he was so turned on. Actions sure spoke louder than words. Barbara had him bang to rights - yes, he'd fantasised about her with another woman and even wife swapping where he fucked the other man's wife but never had he seen himself as being so turned on by just his wife being fucked and sucked by another man. At first, he'd tried to fight against it but time and time again, even as he'd fought, his penis would harden at the images in his mind of Barbara and Dave, in the back of his car, his wife being fucked: why were they so glorious, those images? Why did the kissing, the caressing and touching, the legs opening, one on the floor, the other up on the arm of the seat, her wetness, the moaning, the fucking, and another man spurting deep into her, why did it all so excite? It was a madness, yes, but even as he thought all of this, in the mirror, he saw his penis begin to stir once more. It was almost a sheepish Steve that re-entered the bedroom and he stopped and stared as he saw Barbara lying there. A bedside lamp was on and she was now on the bed and wearing the pale blue bra, her legs up and wide open, waiting for him. His penis stiffened a little and Barbara grinned in a kind of triumph. "When I said that," she said, "about you being there, this was all that I was wearing. Mind you, the bra's been washed since; then it had Dave's cum stains." If he lived to be a hundred he would never understand why he said what he next said. Moving to the bed, he could reach and feel her now, and he spoke, and his words came out as if suppressed or forced, like between clenched teeth, and as he spoke he reached out and stroked the material of the thin, light-blue bra, the nipples of her wondrous tits beatifully erect, on edge. "I want you to say goodbye properly to Dave, see him again one more time, to say goodbye properly." It was Barbara's turn to gasp now and she repeated her husband's words as if incredulous. "See him again?" "Yes, one more time." There was a pause and then he hissed while stroking her bra: "Wear this bra." She gasped again, and could hardly believe her ears, nor, for that matter, her eyes because her husband's cock now looked as if it hadn't ejaculated for months. "When, where, what do I say to him?" Now he rushed his words and closed in on her - soon he'd be fucking her, "The weekend, say for a couple of hours." He came closer, the tip of his cock grazing against her cunt lips, and she opened her legs wider, smiling in her husband's approval of her adultery, and he entered her. "Tomorrow, ask him, for Saturday, tell him, for just two hours. Tell him I said, tell him to wait, I mean, save himself, his....cum...Tell him..." he paused then said. "Tell him your husband booked the hotel for you." All the while, as he spoke as if a kind of broken English, he was fucking her with a demented look on his face, fucking her like a madman, and she relished the hold she had on him, responding as she knew he wanted her to. "Can he suck me off before I...." "Yes, course, he can do anything to you you want. Tell him when he arrives, as he comes in, kiss him very sexily and tell him I said he must make you cum at least once. Let him do anything you want." "Anything?" "Yes, anything." "Like finger fuck me while licking me out?" "Make him!" "Make him?" "Wear that blouse, that wrap around one, so he can just pull it off, stockings, no knickers, short skirt, tell him I said, you have to make me cum lots of times so my husband knows what a sexy wife he has." "Can he fuck me after he's cum on my face and tits?" She was playing now, enjoying the power of her sexuality and great hold it had over him. "Yes, take a vibrator so he can use it on you, let him watch you use it on yourself and tell him, you have to be fucked at least once before he leaves, that your husband wants to find his wife at the hotel, lying on the bed with her lover's cum seeping out of her. You must tell him this." He came himself now, could hardly believe how quickly it was since the last time, and Barbara again felt him erupt inside her, gripping him tightly and saying to him, "Christ, I can still feel you cum." She kissed him. "Darling," she said, "I am sorry, I do promise, never again will I let another man fuck me without you knowing." He knew what this meant, she'd already said, that some time or times in the future, she would want to take another lover, and he quickly found himself replying: "Whenever you fancy another man and he fancies you, I want you to know you have my permission to do anything you want with him and as often as you want. Yes, I admit it..... I love knowing he fucked you so much in his car but one day I want to be in this room." He paused......"watching you do everything sexually with another man, everything you did with Dave." She kissed him deeply, before whispering in his ear: "Like I said when Dave started fucking me round his house, I said it because I like the idea, it turns me on. Often during sex with you, I've borrowed from Nancy Friday's books, imagining other men having me while my husband watches. I'm not the only woman who thinks of things like that while their husbands are on top of them. I like it. It's all I've been thinking about this last couple of weeks, my next time and you. I've even been planning it out. I love the fact that it turns you on. Sometimes these last few weeks, I've deliberately encouraged you to imagine me with Dave." "How?" "By being so turned on and wanting you to keep thinking it." She held him tightly and then began speaking as if having made a major decision. "One day I will surprise you by telling you to come up to our bedroom, it will be a Friday night, and when you come in the door, you will see a man you have never seen before sitting on our bed next to me, and you will know he is my next lover, and that he will be staying the whole weekend and sleeping in our bed with me. I will just look up at you and tell you who he is and you will watch me then turn to him, I'll put my arms around him and he will start to kiss me, over and over again, deeply and very sexily, and he will start to touch me wherever he wants to, and you will watch him undress me because I shall want to be naked for him, and I will help him, my top, my bra, my stockings, my panties and my skirt, I will wear sexy clothes for him, and I will lay back on the bed giving myself to him, without any clothes so he knows I am all his, to do with as he chooses, and you will watch him feel, suck, lick and caress my tits, and I will want my nipples to be very swollen for him so he knows just how much he is turning me on. I will tell him to take his time as I'm his for all weekend. Just play with me, I will tell him, my whole body is yours, and my husband has to watch because he knows that sometimes I need sex with other men. He will move his hands up my legs, inside my thighs, I will make him, and he will stroke me and stroke me until he reaches my cunt, and you will know and love knowing that I'll be very wet for him, I will tell him I am soaking, my husband has to know, and then you will see him push his fingers into me, finger-fucking me and I so hope he makes me cum. And then you will watch him lie between my legs, licking and sucking me, deep between my legs, his hands reaching up and playing with my tits, and I will want him to suck me into orgasm after orgasm." She stopped, giving pause to her so sexy words, wanting them to sink into her husband's consciousness. His breathing showed her just how much she was in control. "And you will watch him time and time again, this I promise you, push his hard cock deep into me and fuck me, I will encourage him, tell him not to stop and you will see him shudder and know that his lovely cum is spurting deep into me, shooting all his semen, spurt after spurt, to be inside me and I'll not let him withdraw until I have all his cum, all his cum inside me. I shall tell him while you watch, keep cuming in me, darling, my husband wants you to, he loves other men to shoot their cum inside me." It was exciting her too now and she crowded him with words, seemingly anxious to let him know just how much she wanted this to be. "And you will see me, too, kissing him back as passionately as he kisses me, you will know that my tongue will be deep in his mouth, you will see me push my tits towards his hands, my nipples into his mouth, you will watch me caress and stroke his hard cock, I will look at you and rub his hard cock and you will see just how much I am loving it. You will see me willingly open my legs for him, I will open them as wide as I can, my pussy on fire and wetter than ever before, yes, I will open my legs for him as soon as he touches my knees so that he knows how eager I am for him to feel me, that my cunt belongs to him, is his to play with, suck and finger-fuck as much as he likes, but especially, I will tell him, it's for him to fuck, and fuck and fuck, always while you watch. And you will see me suck his cock and I'll make him cun on my face so you can watch him dripping onto my tits. This I also promise you. And you will see me glory in the sight of his hard cock entering me, I will make him fuck me in many positions, you will see me go on top and impale myself on it and I will look at you as I do so and you will know just how much that lovely cock is welcome inside me and you will see me ride up and down on it, and hear me begging him to fuck and fuck me and cum deep, deep inside me." Amazingly, he was hard once more. After work on Monday, he rushed home and as soon as he entered the house, grabbed Barbara and began pawing at her body. She kissed him, her hands holding his head and then she said to him: "They're going to his mother's for the weekend but he's coming back to play football on Saturday afternoon. He'll be at the hotel around 5.00 and can stay for a couple of hours. He could hardly believe it." On Wednesday night, Barbara snuggled up to him in bed. "How come you didn't grab me when you came home tonight? You did yesterday and Monday." Sexy Barbara Turns Her Husband On "No," he said. He cuddled her. "No more until Saturday." Barbara understood where this was heading and began gently rubbing her husband's hard penis. "I want you to be dying for it by Saturday," he said. "I want you to be so hot for him that before he even touches you, you are dripping for him. I tell you something else I want you to do. Make him go to the hotel desk to get a key to the room so that they think he is your husband. You can then be lying on the bed waiting for him. But make him take the key back when he leaves." "Why?" "So I have to go to the desk and get it. I want to tell them I'm your husband." On Saturday night, his hands were trembling when he pushed the pass key into the hotel room. It was around 7.30 p.m. He entered and quietly closed the door. Barbara was laying on the king-size bed, wearing a blouse and a pair of sexy pink knickers. She looked at him and smiled, her face flushed and hot. "Barbara." "Yes?" She was smiling still, happy at her husband's kind of uncertainty. "He's gone," she said, "about twenty minutes ago." "And?" "And what?" "What...what happened?" His mouth had never been so dry. She patted the side of the bed. "Come and sit here," she said. "See these panties?" "You said you weren't going to wear any." "I didn't, I only put them on after he'd left. Look at them, feel them." She took his hand and rubbed it against the sexy pink panties. "They're soaking wet." "Course they are," she said, lying back sexily and opening her legs wider, "my lover's cum." "How many times?" "Twice," she said, "Twice he came in me. If you'd been here 30 minutes ago, you'd have seen him the second time. He was fucking me from behind. Now, darling, lay on the bed, let me get on top, I'm still dying for it," she hissed. "Quick." Steve lay naked on the bed, his cock trying to touch the ceiling and Barbara hovered over him, rubbing her wet cunt lips against her husband's hard cock. As she slowly lowered herself down, she groaned in ecstasy, praising his size and hardness. "You sure are bigger than him," she said. "I should have done this years ago, I didn't know what I was missing. Now," she said, his cock fully embedded in her, "Undo my blouse." He jerked the sash loose and the blouse fell away, revealing her glorious tits, the beautiful light blue bra and the deep dark stains of her lover's cum. He stroked the material in wonder and lust, revelling in the carnality, caressed their beauty and gloried in their need for men, thrust upwards and immediately came, causing Barbara to cry out in amazement and deep pride. They'd stayed in the hotel all night, Barbara regaling her husband with the graphic details all willing cuckolds the world over so love to hear, fueling the flames of the eroticism that seemed to fire them both, and it continued into the following week, with them having sex as if they were on their honeymoon. Like the stained bra, Steve only had to see it and he was at her again, grabbing her and pawing her as if he'd not seen a woman for weeks. On the Wedenesday evening, however, things took an interesting and different turn, with Barbara's mother unwell and Barbara, almost glad of the break from Steve's constant erections, taking a couple of weeks off work and going to stay with her for a few days. The break only served, however, to fuel his sexual desire, making him lie on their bed reliving the dramatic events of the last few weeks and frustrate him and to cause his desire for her to become even greater. It was early Saturday morning, he awoke early with the customary erection and began slowly stroking himself, marvelling at the strength of his continued lust for his wife and what she'd done. But as he thought of her glorious descriptions of sex with Dave, a thought caught him unawares, came upon him like a sudden shadow and his hand left his erect penis and Dave's wife, Tania, came rushing into his mind. Strange, so strange, but as he thought his thoughts, the scenario unravelled itself as if it had been in his brain all along. And so at 3.00p.m., yes, Dave would be playing his football, he found their 'phone number and listened to the ringing sounds as he thought of what could transpire. When she answered, he caught his breath and although his manner was calm, his heart was racing. "Is that Tania Lynch?" he asked. "Yes, who's speaking, please?" She obviously didn't recognise his voice, understandably since he'd only ever spoken to her once, and that for barely a minute." He coughed slightly: "It's Steve Taylor, Barbara's husband." It went very quiet. "I was wondering if I could come and see you," he continued, if you, you know." He noted a heaviness in her voice: obviously she was finding her husband's affair more difficult to cope with, let alone being turned on by it. This would have to be handled carefully, very carefully. "Why, what do you mean?" "Well, to tell you the truth, just to talk really." He chose his words and approach cautiously, not wanting to alarm her and nor give her any reason to doubt his concerns, and in a way, he was thinking of her, when it came down to it. The odd thing, too, was that there was a curious sort of logic in it and he realised she saw this, too, in how she did not immediately dismiss him and refuse. "Alright, when?" He knew he'd take Monday off work. Elation rushed into his head: one foot was in the door and he hoped the rest of his body would soon follow. They agreed around 10.00 a.m. There was only one basic question that needed to be answered, the one that men and women in one way or another surely asked themselves when they first met, and, empty-headed feminists apart, it was a question that was not meant in a crude or exploitative or even therefore it must happen sense: 'Could I fuck/be fucked by this person?' The first thing he noticed was the 'For Sale' sign in the garden. Yes, for sure, he thought, as he walked up the path, Tania Lynch was finding her husband's affair difficult to deal with. She opened the door before he could ring the bell: not an unpromising sign, really, and immediately he breathed an inner sigh of relief when he looked at her: 'Yes,' he said to himself, and he even grinned as he imagined her saying to herself:'No.' While she was probably not as vivacious and flirtatious as Barbara, at least not overtly so, she'd be about the same age, around the mid-thirties, and she certainly wasn't unattractive to the eye, and, yes, Barbara's tits may have been bigger but Tania still had a pair for a man to enjoy. Her manner and demeanour, also, didn't help: Steve could tell the affair had hit her hard. You could see it in her eyes. He sat in an armchair opposite her and although she smiled, there was a heaviness about her." "Would you like a drink?" she asked. "Em, yes, okay, just an orange juice would do though," he replied. Back on the sette, she looked at her glass and as Steve sipped, suddenly spat out, "I hated her. I'm sorry, I know she's your wife but I hated her." She was close to tears but Steve wasn't prepared to put Dave's responsibility onto his wife's shoulders. "Is that why the house is for sale?" Her lips quivered and she nodded. He'd sure would have to handle this carefully, no doubt about that. "It wasn't totally her fault," he said. "I mean, I know it was wrong but......" "In our house, in our bed..." Then she couldn't stop herself and began crying. "How did you find out?" "I did think something was going on," she said as she cried, "because......" She hesitated but carried on: "Well, we'd not been having, you know, sex...," she said, "well, not very often, but usually Steve would, you know, we'd argue, but he didn't and he suddenly seemed light-hearted. I couldn't put my finger on it at first but when I went over to my sister's one weekend a friend came round to see me...she forgotten I'd told her I wouldn't be there....Dave answered the door and first looked really alarmed and then quickly relieved. She thought it was a little odd and then when she saw your wife's car parked outside as she left, she became suspicious." She looked directly at him before turning away, tears on her cheeks. "So she waited for a while and watched Dave open the door and look around and then your wife came out and left." Steve watched her for a few seconds and then moved over to the sette and sat to her right, just beside her, anxious to ease her obvious discomfort and pain. He put a hand on her right shoulder, the one nearest to him, and gently rubbed it, with no sense of desire or sexual affection, just concern, trying to ease a hurt or soothe a wound. Still she cried and he continued, his words trying to match the movement of his hand. "She told you, did she?" Tania nodded. "Dave, he'd..." She looked down at her lap before once more facing him directly. "Changed and washed the sheets; even mentioned it on the 'phone that night, as if he'd done something good but it was so out of character. Course, I only realised why after my friend." He waited for a few seconds before speaking. Barbara's not a bad woman, really," he said, "truly, she isn't." He was bouyed by the fact she hadn't reacted negatively to his actual touch and offered her a hankerchief he'd brought just in case of something like this happpening. She took it, still crying but less now. "I'm not trying to defend what she did," he said "but, you know, it was your husband who invited her in." "I know, I know," she sighed, "I'm sorry," and because she did not move herself away from him, he moved his hand round behind her to hold her left shoulder, and though he still rubbed her further, it encouraged her to rest against him, which she did. He said nothing for a few seconds, just letting her feel him by her side as she dabbed her eyes with the hankerchief, her tears no longer falling now. "Thanks for that," she said, looking at him. He took his arm away but remained sitting on the sette with her, close. She'd given him a good reason to have moved next to her and it made sense to say there. "You seem to have taken it better than me," she said, looking at him. "It's not that," he said. He daren't tell her how he had reacted to it, she'd find it unbelievable and even perverse, rather than just different, alternative. "I'm determined not to dwell on it because it's all negativity otherwise. As I've said to Barbara, we just have to move forward." "That's easier said than done," she replied, and he knew she was admitting that her marriage was having problems before the affair. "I know what you mean but our marriage was...is...a good one, no, truly it is. We weren't having problems." "Why did she have an affair, then?" she asked, quite reasonably in the circumstances. "That's a good question. Look, I don't really know how to put this, other than plainly, but, well, I don't want to make Barbara sound like a tart or anything, she's not, but for her, it was just for the sex, you know, to have sex with someone different." "But that sounds terrible." "Yes, I know it does but she has even said, believes, told me to find a woman to have sex with." Tania looked shocked. "She believes it's unnatural for us to lock ourselves into having sex with just one person all the time. I know it makes her sound like a tramp," he said, "but she wants me to be as free in that way as she is." "Can you accept that? What about if it happens again?" "Of course, I've raised this with her and I'm not saying our marriage will last for ever. But I do mean it, we really weren't having problems and believe it or not, our sex life was as good as it has always been." "Well ,she's your wife. Dave admitted he couldn't resist her when she threw herself at him." "What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely taken aback. What had her husband told her? "Dave told me she asked to speak to him after work one Friday a couple of weeks after Christmas. They went for a quick drink and after, she, you know, started making up to him." "It started at their Christmas works party," Steve said, just before Christmas." Tania looked surprised, even shocked. "Why would she lie to me?" he asked. "She wouldn't know I'd ever speak to you about it so she'd no reason to lie. Oh no, it started just before Christmas." This Dave was coming across as being some sort of jerk. Tania began to cry once more, not so heavily as before, but Steve knew what he'd just told her shook her. Again, he reached out to her, this time, though, putting his arm directly around her and rubbing her shoulder, and pleased how she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said, as she cried, speaking quietly, "but your husband's not telling the truth there. They'd danced and shared a quick Christmas kiss but later, after Barbara had gone to the loo, your husband was waiting for her and pulled her into an empty office." He took his hand from her shoulder, moved it towards her and gently began stroking her face, saying repeadtely, "Shsh, shsh.......Look, I'm not defending her, I'm not, but the truth is, your husband told her not only that you and him weren't having sex but that it was boring when you did. He even said he'd fancied her for ages." All the while, he'd continued his gentle and soothing caress of her face but he was still surprised, and inwardly elated, when Tania slowly lifted her left hand and placed it gently on the back of his head, looked directly at him before closing her eyes and placing her lips on his. It was a defining moment. For a brief second or two the kiss seemed to remain in neutral but then, both at the same time began to kiss with more passion, opening their mouths slightly and enjoying the first embrace of their tongues. He felt his cock quiver with promise and pulled her closer to him, now feeling her tits against his chest. It was Tania, though, who made the next move. Gettng to her feet, she stood and pulled him up by the hand, pushing herself strongly against him, feeling his erection, and this time putting both her hands tightly around him, bringing his mouth down to hers and kissing him with her mouth more open still. Although he was too close to see, he knew and felt without question: this woman's body langauge, the way she was holding herself and standing with her legs open, was now shouting out to anyone able to see it: I'm going to let this man fuck me.' He briefly broke away and looked at her as if this situation was something he'd not expected, his hands holding and feeling her waist. Then he was at her again, kissing her as passionately as she him, and bringing his hands up to begin a lovely caress of her tits. She responded by opening her mouth further and pushing herself as tightly as she could against him. Then she stopped. Her eyes were ablaze and she had a determined look about her. Saying nothing, she took him by the hand and lead him up the stairs. He knew exactly where they were going and why, and he felt an elation beyond his imagination. He also grinned while he felt her from behind as they went up the stairs, knowing that she'd also said 'Yes' to the eternal question nature had embedded in the DNA of human beings. In the bedroom, he glanced quickly at the bed before she closed the door behind her and welcomed him into her arms, letting him push her against the door, and feeling his hard cock, rubbing herself against it and welcoming his hands squeezing and feeling her tits. Without a sound, she moved over to the windows, closing the curtains and when she reached the last ones, he came up behind her, pressing his body against her and stroking her soft belly. She leant back and titlted her mouth upwards and towards him, encouraging him to feel her and kissing him deeply. What was it, he thought, not thirty minutes since he came into this house and met this woman for the first time? Who'd believe it? Yet this surely would not be the record for two virtual strangers becoming intimate in the shortest amount of time? And he knew, despite never having clapped eyes on each other before today, by virtue of their respectivr partners' behaviour, they did share a bond, and it was a deep and intimate one at that. As they continued kissing, they moved slowly over until they fell on the bed and Steve could hardly believe it, the very bed on which, some weeks' before, this woman's husband had sucked and fucked his wife's cunt. His hands were having none of it, reserve or uncertainty, rippling over her body as if he owned it and what's more, with the owner's full and encouraging permission. Her top was off and he was really going for it, sucking and tonguing her mouth and feeling her tits as if he'd never felt such beauty before. She lay underneath him, and looked directly at him as his hand began a slow stroke up her legs, moving above the knees and onto a woman's wonderfully silky inner thighs. This was the stuff of dreams, alright. What's more, while his motives may have been odd one thing was certain: Barbara was right with 100% certainty - having someone different was extremely exciting. He felt through more great sucking kisses Tania tremble as his hand made wondrous contact with her cunt and he whispered in her ear, "Undo the zip." Tania undid the zip to her skirt and seemed almost to wish to hide, burying herself in Steve's arms and kissing him as if to avoid the events that were fast approaching. Steve knew why: if her husband had not had the affair, this would not be happening now but because it had, she still felt some reluctance, despite knowing full well that soon she would open her legs and let this man fuck her. Thus she allowed rather than helped Steve to remove her skirt and panty hose. He looked down at her: "Relax," he said, and she shut her eyes as he quickly pulled down her panties, and while her legs were not clamped tight, neither were they relaxed and open. 'Time to fight fire with fire,' he thought. "Tania, I want to do to you here on this same bed what your husband did to my wife just a few weeks ago." He knew she thought he was immediately going to try to enter her, yet he'd not yet taken off one item of clothing and she hadn't even placed a finger on his hard cock but he was also equally determined that she was going to participate in this as an equal. "Close your eyes," he whispered, lightly brushing her lips with his, "and relax." Then he moved swiftly. Holding her round the waist, he poised above her, looking down at her, before lowering himself and gently licking her between her legs. It caught her greatly by surprise and she gasped, not expecting it, but he wasn't going to be denied and he knew, of course, that he'd told her something that Dave hadn't admiited, namely that he'd performed oral sex on Barbara. Once more his tongue flicked out, teasing her lips with its light touch, back and forth now, encouraging her to relax and seek more. It wasn't really a difficult choice or contest. He knew how much women loved such sensuous attention and already Tania's posture had become a little more accepting. He sought and found her clitoris, gently giving promise to her body and sweeping his tongue over her outer cunt lips and down, sensitive contact that Tania could not help but respond to. As he licked again, as if trying to avoid real contact with the wonderful surface but making sure he teased it to respond, she sighed in anticipation and opened her legs more to him. It was what he'd been wanting. Now he slowly moved his hands upwards, holding onto her breasts and feeling the gorgeous softness of her flesh. "Take your bra off, Tania," he said. She did so as he continued his masterly tonguing, now letting contact become a little stronger. Tania had to be coaxed into accepting this and even as he felt her now bare breasts, he noticed how the nipples were more ercet, the sighs more frequent, the legs more open. He began in earnest now: while his hands played with her tits, he now openly kissed her cunt, pushing his mouth against the flesh that men would die for and trying to insert his tongue into her. She was wet now and he embraced that wetness, it was truly delicious, and he felt triumphant, knowing that she was now giving herself to him. The elation he himself felt was almot indescribable: this went beyond payback and revenge - every time Tania sighed and moved herself to open her legs to him, the more it showed just what an insensitvie jerk her husband was. In fact, her groans were becoming more frequent and deep now, sweet music to his ears, and so he slowly and silkily broght one of his hands down to join him in its welcome sexual feasting on her body. Yes, he dipped his fingers lightly between her cunt lips and she groaned loudly, and whispered:'More." Sexy Barbara Turns Her Husband On Now's the time, he thought. Sucking and licking, back and forth and in, from her precious tiny bud to below in the most intimate part of woman's tremendous body, Steve's tongue and mouth worked a magic that made Tania forget why she was allowing this to happen. She grasped his head and finally pushed it down deep into her and groaned and cried in ecstasy as she orgasmed, his fingers moving deeply in and out of her juicy cunt flesh. Her breasts and upper body were heaving and she was shaking as he rose, looking down at her. Now, at last, she was naked, and no longer afraid or ashamed of herself. Her legs remained open and he knew she was looking at him, and it was certainly not a look a man should be anything but proud to receive. It was his turn now and he acted aoccordingly. Standing by the bed, he first took his top off, throwing it across the room. Next came his socks, then his pants and finally his jocks. There was no way he was going to be anything but proud now. Barbara had even told him, and more than once at that, he was bigger than Dave, and that was without such magnificent motivation. He let her take it in, knowing she couldn't help but be taken by his size. Yes, he wasn't packing eight inches but it didn't seem far off it and with the way he now felt, and on the very same bed at that, Tania would experience a cock better than the one she had had to make do with each time Dave strutted his stuff. He'd make sure of that, alright. By god, this felt good. He lay down beside her, pulling her to him and letting her feel his erect penis between them. Yes, as I thought, he said. Kissing him, she brought a hand up and touched the quivering flesh. God, he felt rock hard and he knew she was pleased, to her core, she was pleased. Then she said it: "Fuck me." So simple, two simple anglo-saxon words, one of them produced from the deep soul of man, and when placed together, for men proably the best linguistic combination of two words in the lexicon, just two monosyllables men loved to hear from the day they first cried to the day they died. Nature sure was a knowing bastard alright. "You need to get on top," he said. "I don't want to cum too soon." He liked saying that to her as it helped make her feel good about herself, made him feel good about himself, and besides, was true. He layed down flat on his back and encrouaged her to move above him. Kissing her feircely and feeling her breasts and upper body, he helped her as she raised herself above him. She was holding his cock and he knew she couldn't help herself, it felt good to her touch, and then he thought to whisper something to her, hoping that it would also contradict something her jerk of a husband had said to her, and there again, if he hadn't said anything about it, it would still have the benefit of not helping her husband's cause. "I want to cum inside you, just like your husband did with my wife." In a way, this was a symbol of sexual affairs the world and time over - you either had the deceit and bulshit of my wife/husband doesn't understand me crap or the embrace of human sexuality, the lovely need to fuck and cum without remorse, conscience or biblical and religious bollocks. The world would cotinue to go round while this ridiculous creature strutted its stuff upon the planet and then was heard no more, so why was such mutual fucking ever wrong. And all the while nature would look on with an air of supreme indifference. He held her around the waist, and placed a hand on the one she had gripping his cock. She was hovering directly above him and he encouraged her to lower herself, telling her to rub his cock up against herself, feel it, let it touch your lovely wet skin. Yes, he knew there was still a reluctance, no doubt about it, she would never have done this if her husband had not first, yet while that strongly motivated her, another, deeper primal part, relished the feel and hold and promise of the cock straining up to enter her. Slowly she lowered herself and came into contact with the tip of his cock. He watched her as she did so and gently helped her brush the edge, sending pleasurable sensations through his body and, he knew, through hers. For a second or two she hesitated and then her lovely cunt lips parted and accepted the top-most part of his cock. Almost before she could think, he took her hand away, held her around the waist and pulled her down while lifting himself off the bed. His hard cock filled her and he felt her quiver with surprise. A gasp came from her lips and he rose up to meet her, kissing her deeply and raising and lowering himself, knowing the friction of his cock would cause her to feel sensations her husband had rarely if ever brought her. In a way she was sorry but in another way, as she bit her lower lip in desire, this was something she was glad was happening. Now he ceased moving so strongly and he triumphed as she took over, slowly raising and lowering herself, loving the feel and substance of the cock now embedded deep within her willing cunt. He noticed her breathing was becoming deeper, no more profound really, and ragged, too, how the glorious sensations the body is capable of cannot lie and so he rose to meet her open mouth, glorying in his elation at the way she now embraced and welcomed his tongue and lips. There was no stopping her now: the beauty of sex without responsibility was driving her like a thunderstorm and he drove upwards to meet her, equal partners in the greatest human activity on the planet. He wanted to cum now, was wanting his seed to soar up through her body and she seemed equally desiring for it to do so. How glad he was that he hadn't cum since Friday. Now came her cries of enjoyment and accpetance. "Yes, yes," she cried." Each time she spoke, she ground down further, wanting his hard cock now to erupt within her. "Yes, Tania, feel it come," he said. He knew one thing for sure - if Barbara could feel his cock and when he came, so could Tania. It was remarkable to think that this moment in time was caused by two people not only not there but completely unaware of it. Crazily, as his cock plunged ever more deeply into her wet and willing cunt, he wondered what her husband was doing at work at this moment now. He even sniggered at the idea. One thing he sure felt - their partenrs would not react in the same way. Then, yes, he raised himself further upwards, now hs body was off the bed - just as Barbara's reason for her affair was different from Dave's, so too would be their reaction to this. "I'm going to cum," he shouted. Tania looked down at the man bringing her such a glorious experience. She kind of stared down at him as if she realised he was bringing her an experience her husband was not capable of doing. Then she finally spoke and there was no way on earth he could not cum on hearing her words. "It's the best cock I've ever had in me. Cum in me," she screamed. Steve came and Tania felt it hit her like a molten shock. If she'd never cum before, the waves of cum shooting through her now thrilled her to the core of her being. Each time he spurted, she screamed in delight. Never had she had an orgasom to match it. Both gripped on to each other as if afraid they might miss something. Spurt after spurt shook his body and Tania's until there was nothing left to come. He lay there holding onto her and she fell forward and collapsed onto him, her arms encircling him as if frightened he might leave, her body laying on his. His cum and her sweeet vaginal juices were merging as if holy liquid from on high and his cock still lay embedded in her......... At first, for a brief moment, he did not know where he was but then he understood and things registered. Tania lay still on him. Her body was rising and falling in gentle sway and he could hear the sounds of her soft breathing as she slept. He managed to glance at his watch without waking her. It was close to 1.00 p.m. and he realised they had dozed off in contentment. He didn't want to wake her but nevertheless, something had to be done. He held her and gently stroked her soft, velvety skin, running his hands lightly across her naked back. She began sighing as he drew her into an awarenss of where she was. His cock had softened and slipped out of her but they still laid close together. It was a nice wetness down there where she lay on him, a happy male and female mixture of climatic juices, hugely symbolic and positive. She murmered and sighed deply, slowly awakening. "Em," she said, encircling him with her arms and snuggling into him. "We must have dozed off." "it's about one o'clock," he said. She kissed him. "We'd better get dressed," she said. They slowly got up and began dressing, interspersing their labour with light and affectionate kisses and once dressed, they made their way slowly downstairs. He looked at her and realised immediately, you could just tell by her manner, this was a very different Tania to the one that had gone up that stairs a couple of hours ago. In the lounge where she'd earlier cried, she pulled him towards her. "This is the best I've felt since it happened," she said. She was cudding and hugging him in gratitude. "I don't know what to say. It's the best I've felt in weeks. I haven't slept well since I found out yet just now dropped off so easily." He held her tightly, letting her feel the strength and maleness of his body. He understood exactly what she meant and had seen even while they were getting dressed a truly massive change in her body language and general manner. The heaviness she had felt had been lifted from her and in its place was a contentment she'd not known for some weeks. "Would you like something to eat?" she said. "Yeah okay," he replied. He did feel peckish and it was a good idea. In the kitchen she prepared a small snack, while he watched the T.V. Oddly, one of those very irritating programmes about marriage and relationships came on and he watched and heard the bollocks of it while he was waitng. He felt good, too, relaxed and in comtrol. He'd never tell Tania about Barbara's words nor how her adultery had turned him on nor his desire for what happened to happen but nevertheless, he did feel a euphoria when the events of the last three hurs coursed through his mind. When Tania came in with the food, they sat side by side on the settee as they ate it, hugging each other and snatching a light kiss every so often. 'She is a different woman,' he thought. 'Let no-one on this planet judge or critise us - what happened here is something that was so right to be. When they'd finished their snack, she took the plates into the kitchen and called him from the door. "Fancy another drink, Steve? she asked. It was a good idea but he had an even better one. "Yeah, but what about something stronger this time? he said. She hadn't thought of that but immediately the idea appealed and she went over to the drinks cabinet against the far wall. "What would you like?" she asked. "Well, what have you got?" he replied. He got to his feet and shuffled over to her, grabbing her around the waist, squeezing her and pressing up against her. "Well, fancy anything?" she said. "You mean, apart from you?" he replied. They were feling good, relaxed and content. "What about some of that Irish Baileys?" he said. She poured them a generous glass each and brought it over to where he was sitting on the settee. "Well, what she we drink to?" he asked. She held her glass out and up, waiting. "What about healing?" he said, "Yes, the power of healing, sexual healing, sexual therapy." It was a good idea and they raised their glasses to each other, supping and sharing little kisses, intimate ones and not without promise. In fact ,as they drained their glasses, the kisses became more passionate and urgent until with the empty glasses by the side, they began kissing as they had before, passionately and deeply. He started feeling her tits once more and she whispered to him: "Oohh, don't get me going again. We've only just got dressed," yet she did not remove his hands from her breasts. "Well we can just as easily get undressed," he said, feeling his groin indicating it was wanting more. Then came one of those gestures women can do, dsigned to throw you and excite you with its erotic sexualkity. She was laughing, and she took one of his hands and thrust it up under her skirt, whispering in his ear, "Lucky I left my panty hose off, then." He moved his hand under the skirt as her legs parted for him, inviting him to go up. And here's her jerk of a husband arguing that she wasn't interested in sex, he thought. "Push your skirt up around your waist," he said, and he helped her to do so. "Look, how sexy that is," he continued as he looked at the skirt now bunched up around her waist, with her legs bare and enticing. He peeled her panties off again and noticed how this time she was eager to help. "Lay back on the sette," he whispered, "I want to lick you again." Tania immedaitely fell back, her eyes were full of lust and sexual desire, and looking directly at him, she placed one leg on the arm of the settee, the other on the floor. It was a magnificent picture and it was inviitng him to enjoy and feast on her open body. It was also saying a great deal about her husband's plainly invalid criticism of his own wife's supposed lack of sexual interest which if he but knew it, was coming back to hit and haunt him with a vengence. He fell to the floor and this time when his mouth dived into her, there was none of the subtlety and lightness of touch of his earlier sucking. This time his tongue did not tease and hint at contact. Instead, he bore down into her, demanding she respond immediately, and her loud groans encouraged him to lash at her pussy with stroke after stroke of strong and deeper movement. His tongue seemed erect as it ploughed back and forth across and through her vagina, lapping strongly at the beautifully sensitive wet skin. "Take off your bra and top," he said, before plunging back down to feast on the nectar, and indeed, nectar it was as Tania felt as if she was in heaven. She was now lifting herself off the couch to meet her lover's mouth and tongue and as he buried his head into her, he loved the sounds of her groaning and moaning in encouragement and response. When he moved his hands further up her body, Tania's own hands took over, grabbing his and pushing them onto her now bare tits, holding him against her as he felt and played with the lovely soft flesh. Back and forth his tongue lashed at her, sending wave after sensitive wave coursing through her. He knew she would cum soon, he felt it in the tension and movement of her body and so he brought one hand down from her breasts and immediately plunged two fingers deep into her wet cunt. It was as if fire consumed her. Crying at the top of her voice, she rode and rode on his fingers and mouth as she orgasmed in ecstasy. Once more he stood up and took off his clothes. Christ, what seemed another massive erection leapt out of his jocks and stared Tania in the face. From the settee, she gazed up, her eyes still swimming with delight at the tonguing he'd given her. Her legs were still wondrously splayed and open and he knew that not only would Barbara have had to have been so positioned to receive Dave's cock in his car, how much better that Dave's own wife should be in a similar position on Dave's own lounge suite? After all, it would not be very likely that Tania would ever find herself sitting in the back of her own husband's car but you could be 100% certain that Dave's arse would be in contact with the settee, and probably very soon at that. She reached up and gripped his cock, pulling it down towards her. Now her touch was different and Steve felt another wave of elation course through him. Not only were her caresses different now, it was plain, the therapy of their first sexual encounter had now been replaced by the need for pleasure and the force of naked lust. Rubbing his cock against her tits and face, Tania looked at him and asked "Did your wife suck my husband's cock?" "Yes, she did," he replied and before he'd even finished the last two words, she'd taken his cock deep into her mouth, licking and lashing at it as he had done her just minutes ago. Her tongue seemed to be on a similar mission to his, namely, not just to exorcise from his thinking the image of Barbara's sucking of Dave's cock but to make the experience of her tongue on his cock eclipse it and make it greater in the mind. He bent his knees slightly and deliciously played and felt her tits, loving the nipples as they registered their engorged approval. In the end, though, he was forced to stop her> "I want to cum in you again," he said, and reluctantly she released his cock. "Let me fuck you from behind." Tania got on all fours and willingly presented herself to Steve, loving the way his fingers played with her cunt, pushing back. "Christ, what a sight," he said, "it's fantastic - so sexy." Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist and Steve couldn't resist, holding her hips and burying his cock deep into her as she pushed back against him as hard as she could. Already she was groaning with enjoyment and desire as he began slowly moving his cock in and out. It was a wonderful picture and he told her, "Tania, it's fantastic." "Fuck me on the settee," she suddenly said, "I want to see you while you're fucking me, I need to kiss you." There was even a plaintive edge to her voice and so he immediately withdrew, helping her back onto the settee where she once again gloriously splayed herself, one leg on the arm of the lounge, the other apart on the floor. "Now fuck me," she said, and it was quite basic how she spoke. She raised herself up and kissed him deeply, her mouth wide open and her tongue eager for his. Steve responded in exactly the same way as Tania had spoken, on the most basic of levels. Once again, as with the oral sex she had received, his second effort was totally different from the first. He pushed his erection into her and began fucking her with a force he'd not exhibited before and Tania screamed acceptance, gripping his buttocks and shoving herself back at each primeval stroke. Her face wore a sort of curl and she even said to him, "Yes, fuck the arse off me." With one hand he held himself as he screamed in and out, while the other pawed and squeezed her tits, and he fucked at speed, not bothering with finesse nor ceremony, just hurtling into her as if time was running out. Tania understood exactly what this fuck meant: the first had been beautiful, yes, but it had also been therapy whereas this one, though still having some therapeutic qualities, was also designed to sear the mind with memory. There was no doubt about it: Steve was determined that Tania would remember and recall the oral sex and fucking she'd received on this settee every time her husband layed a sexual finger on her, and deep down Tania realised it too, and opened her legs as wide as she could to help him succeed. Thus she was also as frantic, gripping him tightly and loving the way her breasts threw themselves into it, like something you usually saw in a blue film. She lifted herself up and reached for him time and time again, searching urgently for his mouth and kissing him with a passion that she was desperate not to lose. She was groaning and moaning into his mouth and face, every inch of her body anxious to give herself to him and suddenly, using her legs as a support, she lifted her lower body off the settee and presented her cunt to Steve to fuck and hammer mercilessly. Steve roared, it was a fantastic sight and reality, and ploughed his cock deep and deep into her, withdrawing and pushing back into her as she held her body off the settee while her cunt muscles gripped his cock in lust and need.