19 comments/ 58532 views/ 25 favorites Something Happened Ch. 02 By: sexysallysmith "Rob darling, we need to talk, come and sit with me, and bring me a glass of Prosecco, better still, bring the bottle." "Yes my love." I was finding it hard to believe how subservient my husband had become, following my sexy encounter with James. Wonderful as it was, I was finding it all rather puzzling. Rob came in to the room carrying the Prosecco and a flute glass for me, plus a large tumbler of whisky with ice for him. He expertly opened the fizzy wine, and poured it into my glass, taking his time and filling it to the top. "To lots of fun in our future," I toasted and we clinked glasses. "So, my love, what would you like to talk about?" he asked. "Well, you remember that after I'd recounted my story about James taking me out to lunch and then nearly fucking me, that you and I had brilliant sex, although it was rather brief for you since you were so excited." "Yes my love, how could I ever forget that evening." "Good, and just before we went to sleep I told you that you would have to decide between going back to our boring life, or moving forwards with your fantasies, do you remember that?" He was starting to look a little edgy. "Yes my love, I remember that." "Well, that's what I want to talk about. Is that ok?" I needed to bring him to this decision a little at a time. "Yes my love, we can do that. Will you start, I'm not sure what to say." "Ok, I'll ask you some questions to get us going. Firstly, what happened between James and me did really turn you on, didn't it?" This was fairly safe ground. "Yes my love, enormously." "Good, and do you still have the fantasy of me having sex with other men?" A trickier question. "Yes my love, although it also scares me." "That's ok, I understand my darling. Now, please tell me why you are suddenly so subservient to me? Don't get me wrong, it's lovely and I don't want you to stop, I just need to understand." I had no idea what he was going to say. "It's another fantasy I have, being dominated by you, serving you. It just seemed appropriate to explore it a little, following what happened with James." "I need you to explain it a bit more to me my love, I don't see the connection." "Well, the fantasies sort of slot together. I imagine that you dominate me, tell me what to do, tell me how you want things to be in our life, especially our sex life, you tell me that you are going to have sex with other men and I have to comply. You take control of my masturbating, you punish me when I do wrong. Is this making sense?" "Yes my love, I'm just a bit shocked. I was going to ask you to decide whether you still want me to have sex outside our marriage, but it sounds to me that what you actually want is for me to decide, and just tell you what I'm going to do. Is that what you mean?" "Yes my darling, I think it is." "Ok, well this has thrown me a bit. Pour me some more fizz while I think." I was in shock and needed a few moments to think. I downed my glass in one. "More." He poured another glass full and I swallowed half of it. "Right, here goes," I took another gulp of wine, "I found my encounter with James incredibly exciting, and I nearly let him fuck me. I keep thinking it over and over, and I partly regret stopping. I think you had given me permission to have sex with him when you agreed that I could have lunch with him, is that right?" "Sort of, I've also been turning it over in my mind, and the conclusion I've come to is that I gave you permission to make the decision, whether or not to go to bed with him. I would have accepted either decision, because it was your decision, not mine." "I understand, my love, and that's why you've become more subservient, because you want me to decide all things like that, is that right?" "Yes, my love, that's it exactly." "Good, so, as I was saying, I enjoyed it very much, and I don't want to revert to how things were before, but with this new situation, I don't need a decision from you, and, in fact I don't have to make any decision at all. My darling, I accept your submission to my will, and we must discuss how that is going to work, going forwards, but since you've already started the role, I'm sure we'll soon get the hang of it." "Thank you my love, you've made me very happy." "You mentioned me controlling your masturbating, which we'll get to, but do you also want me to dominate you in the bedroom? " "Yes please my darling, I want that very much." I couldn't believe this was happening, it was a dream come true. "That may make me a bit selfish sexually. I think it would be fun to get all the sex I want, but leave you frustrated most of the time, will you let me do that?" "I will have no say, you will be in charge." "So, I could be having sex with other men, have you making me cum with your tongue every day, and you getting hardly any orgasms?" "Yes my love, if that's what you want." "And I only have to worry about what I want?" "Yes please my darling." "Ok, well, all this Prosecco has made me so horny, let's go to bed and you can see how many orgasms your tongue can give me. Nothing for you tonight, I'm afraid, and if I catch you masturbating I'll take a hammer to your balls. Do you understand?" "Yes my love, thank you my love." I made full use of his tongue for well over an hour and climaxed three times, then just rolled away and fell asleep. I didn't even thank him. I was loving this new fantasy, or maybe it was just version three of the original one, I knew my life was about to get much more interesting. I don't know whether or not he masturbated in the night, but, if he did, he didn't wake me. In the morning I woke late, then stroked Rob's cock very gently. He hardened immediately, so I climbed on top and starting bouncing on him. I suspect he was a good boy during the night because within a few minutes he started to cum. I grabbed his balls with both hands and started to squeeze and mangle them. "I hope that didn't completely destroy the pleasure for you, I just fancied squeezing your balls, so I did." "I understand my love." "Next I'm going to sit on your face, so you can lick your cum out of me, and make me cum some more." I really enjoyed myself riding his face, and I particularly enjoyed the times when he couldn't breathe. For the rest of the day, I gave him job after job to do and had him running around after me, bringing me coffee, drinks etc. In the evening I made him strip naked and stand next to me as I watched a couple of movies. I kept touching his cock, getting him hard, then letting go. He must have been going insane with frustration. Later in the evening I made him sit between my legs and lick me for an hour. I got two lovely climaxes and he got nothing. Mid morning on Monday, something happened. My mobile phone rang, it was James. "Hi Sally, it's James." "Yes James, I know, your number is on my phone, what can I do for you?" "Sorry, yes, the thing is," why didn't he just get on with it? "I'm in your area tomorrow night, staying at the hotel. And I thought I would invite you and your husband out to dinner at that brilliant pub that's just down from the hotel." "Rob as well? Is that what you said?" "Yes it is, I know he gave his permission for our lunch, so I suspect he has a cuckold fantasy. I think he would probably find playing gooseberry to his wife and her future lover exciting. Also, I think you will find it easier to cuckold him if he's there watching" "You're pretty confident!" I certainly wasn't. "So, can I book a table? We can meet in the hotel bar and stroll down. It'll be fun." "Ok, book the table." "Brilliant, meet me at seven thirty. You can tell your husband tonight." I was so excited all day, thinking about what might be going to happen the next day. Despite my excitement I didn't say anything about it to Rob until after dinner, when he'd had his glass of wine and a couple of whiskys. "Rob, something happened at the office this morning that I need to tell you about?" "Oh, what was it my love?" "James phoned." "Oh." His voice dropped an octave. "He invited both of us out to dinner tomorrow evening." "Both of us?" "Yes my love, he wants to meet you. He still wants to sleep with me, but he thinks you might like to watch." "Christ! I don't know my love." "I'm sorry darling, it isn't your decision. It's for me to decide, we agreed that at the weekend." "Oh yes, I'm sorry my love, I was so shocked I forgot." "Well, you'd better get over the shock, because I told him yes. We're meeting at the bar of the hotel at seven thirty, then walking down to the pub. I'm so excited about having sex with him. It never occurred to me that you might watch, but James is experienced in these things, so I'm sure he knows what he's doing." "I see." "Now, I need to decide what to wear, you can come up and help me. Neither of us is having sex tonight, I want to be really horny for James, and I think you need to be horny too." The next evening we were both ready by seven fifteen, Rob in tight jeans, a stripy short sleeved shirt and his blue velvet jacket. He actually looked gorgeous, and it seemed weird that he was going out to dinner with his wife's future lover, and was expecting to watch his wife have sex with her lover after dinner. I was wearing a little black dress, quite short, high heels, and a sexy pink thong and bra set underneath, skimpy, lacy, and destined to be removed in a couple of hours. "Let's have a drink to calm us both down, I'll have the usual." "Ok my love, good idea." "I propose a toast to our new life, me as a hot wife, and you a cuckold, may James be the first of many lovers for me." "I hope you'll be happy my darling, that's what matters to me." "Aaah, that's so sweet, I am actually already very happy. I'm going to have such great adventures, and in future when hot guys hit on me, I can just say yes and go to bed with them. Come on, let's go." As we walked into the bar I could see James by the bar ordering drinks. He looked very dishy in a black suit and white shirt. "Sally, you look gorgeous." "Thank you James, this is Rob, Rob, James. How civilised we are." "Hi Rob," said James, "I hope you're going to enjoy this evening, I understand it's sort of a crossing of the rubicund for you." "Yes, yes it is." "Oh well, don't over think it, here's your whisky. Sally, I think you should kiss me, then you can have your champagne." James put his arms around me and started a long sensual kiss. It felt amazing, James was right, having Rob there was inspired. Any guilt I might have felt just slipped away. Rob was encouraging me to cuckold him just by his presence, just by the things he didn't say. The kiss lasted for several minutes, James started to get hard, pressing his erection against my stomach. I was starting to get warm and wet between my legs. My breasts were being pressed against James' suit jacket, and I could feel my nipples hardening into bullets. Eventually he broke off and turned to Rob. "So, did that get you hard?" "A bit." "Well, it's a start. Drink up Sally, we need to walk to the pub, I'm starving. We walked out of the hotel, down the drive, then off down the path next to the road. The path wasn't wide enough for all three of us, so James and I walked in front, holding hands, and Rob followed. James couldn't resist taunting him. "Hey Rob, are you enjoying watching your wife's sexy arse?" "Yes." "Have you ever fucked it?" "No." "Well, I'm afraid you've missed your chance now, but when I have, I promise to tell you what it's like." "James, that's cruel," I said, "and anyway, I haven't said you can fuck my arse." "Well, I'm going to, so get used to it. Tell Rob that you're going to let me fuck your arse whenever I want to." "James." "Just do it." "Rob, James can fuck my arse whenever he wants. You are never going to fuck it. In fact, I'm not sure you are ever going to fuck me again. I think it'll be quick and infrequent hand jobs from now on." "Good girl." James praised me whilst patting my ass. I wanted him so much, and his taunting of Rob was turning me on. I hoped it was turning Rob on, but at the end of the day, I didn't really care either way. We soon got to the pub, and James led the way to the reception area. The maitre d' was French, and James obviously knew him as they shook hands and chatted in French. James was completely fluent, unlike Rob, who does speak some French but he definitely isn't fluent. After a couple of minutes the cute Frenchman led the way to our table, and James signalled for me to go first, then he followed, turning to speak to Rob. "I told the maitre d' that you are Sally's husband, and I am her lover, so that he can let our waitress know. I've asked for a pretty young girl, who will, I am sure, enjoy humiliating you." "Christ James, did you have to do that?" "No, but I felt like it, what do you think Sally?" "I think it's really funny." We all sat down at places allocated by James, so that James was between me and Rob, which felt weird, but I could follow the psychology. Straight away James had his hand on my leg, sliding up the inside towards my pussy. After a couple of minutes a very pretty waitress turned up. She wasn't English, maybe Czeck or Polish. She spoke to James, and he ordered a bottle of Prosecco for me, a nice red wine for him and a beer for Rob. No-one consulted Rob. The waitress could see James' hand under my skirt, so she smiled and turned to Rob. "I can see your wife is enjoying having her lover's hand up between her legs," she taunted, "are you going to watch her being fucked later?" She stood looking at poor Rob, waiting for an answer. "Yes, I think so, it's not really my decision." "How pathetic." She announce before turning on her heels and walking away. James' hand continued it's journey up the inside of my leg, and when it reached it's destination I looked across the table at Rob. "James has his fingers on my panties, not for the first time, as you know, but I won't make the same mistake again, I won't be saying no this time." James started to play between my legs with his clever fingers. "He's really turning me on Rob, I love having his fingers between my legs, shall I open them a little, to give him better access?" "I, suppose so." "Don't sulk Rob, or you can go home now. This was your fantasy, after all. Ask me nicely to open my legs for James." "Please darling, will you open your legs a little for James, so he has good access to your pussy." "Thanks Rob," James said, " I'll be able to give her much better sensations now. Here are our drinks, shall we order?" We ordered our food without any new incidents, and James and I chatted, while he continued to play his fingers over the gusset of my panties. James ignored my husband, so I did the same. James' continued stimulation between my legs was having an increasingly exciting effect, my panties were sopping wet, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. I wasn't sure whether I could cum from stimulation through my panties, but I was beginning to worry that maybe I could. "James, please stop fingering me, I think I might be going to cum soon, and that would be just too embarrassing." "I'm not going to stop, as I love seeing you so aroused in public, but I will touch you more slowly and gently." "Ok, thanks." I wasn't completely sure that it would be enough, but James had made up his mind. The waitress appeared with our food, and when she'd finished handing out our plates she looked at Rob again. "Your wife looks really aroused, do you think she might cum soon?" "I have no idea." "Is this her first time cuckolding you?" "Yes, at least I think so." "You poor fool, you really have no idea, do you. I'm not surprised she needs a lover with such a pathetic wimp of a husband. Enjoy your meal guys." We attacked our food, and James and I resumed chatting. With his hands occupied eating, James couldn't play between my legs, so I was able to calm down a bit. The food was fabulous, and I drank the whole bottle of Prosecco, and an additional glass, so I was feeling quite merry by the time James got the bill. Rob offered to contribute, but James wouldn't hear of it. "Right Sally, lets get your gorgeous ass back to the hotel, and get those clothes off you. So Rob, are you looking forward to seeing your wife fucked by a real man? Your life will never be the same again you know." Rob didn't reply, he was literally speechless. On the walk back to the hotel James was all over me, he kept lifting the back of my dress to get his hand between my legs, or inside my arse. Rob walked behind, watching the action, and also preventing passing cars getting a view of my ass. We crossed the foyer and went straight to the lift. James barely waited for the lift doors to close before he pulled my dress right up to my boobs, and slipped his hand into my knickers and into my pussy. He did the same things as he did in the car park a week before. Two fingers in my pussy and his thumb flicking my clit. My future lover kissed me passionately as he fingered me, and in moments my climax was building but just as I got to the edge, the lift doors opened, revealing a middle aged woman waiting to get in. Since it was our floor I rapidly pulled my dress down and moved towards the corridor. "Have fun you two," she called to us, and as Rob also moved to leave the lift she said, "are you her husband?" "Yes." He replied. "Pervert!" she shouted at him. Poor Rob, I thought, he was about to be cuckolded and the woman shouts at him, what strange logic that seemed. Once in the room James took charge. "Rob, undress your wife for me, nice and slow and sensual." My husband started removing my dress, while my lover poured us all malt whiskys. I don't really like whisky, but it didn't seem the time to be picky. I sat on the bed while Rob removed my shoes, then stood again for him to remove my bra and wet panties. "Sally, my love, sit on the bed, then lie back with your legs apart. Rob, get onto your knees and gently lick up and down your wife's pussy, while I get undressed. Don't make her cum or I'll kick your balls." I enjoyed the sensations from my husband's licking while I watched my lover undress. He was quite a hunk, toned muscles, flat stomach, and a rapidly growing erection. He climbed onto the bed and pushed hubby's head away from my pussy so hard that Rob sprawled across the floor. "Drop your trousers and pants and sit in the chair. Don't touch yourself, and don't say anything, just watch me fuck your wife." As he was giving Rob his instructions James was stroking his enormous cock and positioning himself between my legs. He found the wet, hot entrance to my pussy and drove his cock into me. He was so big, it felt fantastic, he just kept on pushing further and further into me. "Oh James, you feel fantastic, fuck me baby, fuck my brains out!" James started pumping, long, exquisite strokes in and out of my grateful pussy. The sex was so good I completely forgot about Rob watching, when I did remember, I looked over to where he was sitting. His body was rigid, and upright in the chair, and his cock was rigid and upright as well. He was staring straight into my eyes, with an expression I couldn't fathom at all. There was certainly arousal in his eyes, but also shame and defeat. I couldn't stand to look at him any longer, so I looked into James' eyes instead. "Fuck me harder James, faster, faster." James didn't disappoint me, he really pumped ferociously, bringing me rapidly to the edge of my climax, and soon I couldn't have stopped going over the edge if I'd wanted to. When it arrived my climax was magical, epic, all consuming, the best climax I've ever had by miles. It seemed to start in my clit and pussy and then expand up through all of my organs, every bit of my body seemed to take part. Something Happened Ch. 02 I screamed, and clawed at his back, and squeezed my legs and tried to pull him even further into me. I humped my body up and down on his cock as my orgasm rolled on and on. Finally, my body calmed down and James rolled off me and lay on his back. His magnificent cock was still fully priapic, he'd given me a wonderful ride, and satisfaction, without losing control for a second. I knew I was going to be fucking this guy a lot. His cock looked so beautiful, that I felt I had to show it some appreciation, so I moved my head down his chest and stomach, towards the rampant organ. I slowly started to lick around the head. He was sticky with my juices which I quickly consumed. I played with his balls as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. He was very big, it was a real stretch, but I wanted to please him so I persevered. "Hey Rob, does she ever give you a blow job?" "No, she did once, before we were married, but not since." "What a shame, she will be going down on me often, won't you Sally?" "Yes James, whenever you want, as often as you want." "And when you do you'll be swallowing all my cum, won't you Sally?" "Of course James, every time." "Sally, you must promise me to never let your mouth go near your husband's cock." "I promise James." "I'm afraid you've missed your chance Rob, you should have insisted while she still respected you." "I'm not sure I ever respected him," I interjected, reflectively, "but I do love him." "I know you do, which is why you must promise me that you won't ever let him fuck you either. You can give him an occasional hand job, but otherwise don't touch his penis, Ok?" "Yes James, I promise." "I'm not expecting you to be faithful to me, in fact I insist that you aren't, but I don't want cucky boy here getting any woman action. Do you understand cuck? If I find out that you've had sex with a woman, or man I suppose, I'll take a hammer to your balls. You must also stop masturbating, if Sally catches you doing a bit of DIY in secret, I'll hold you while she gives your balls a good kicking. Do you understand all that?" "Yes James, I understand." "Now Sally, I need you to get on my cock and start bouncing. Hold my balls as you bounce and I'll soon cum in you." I did as he asked, and soon he was approaching his orgasm. I was still aroused and as he got closer so did I, and after only about three minutes James started pumping gallons of his seed into my grateful vagina. The explosion inside me tipped me over the edge, and I orgasmed for the second time that evening. It was heavenly to be cumming on his cock, while he was convulsing inside me. I ground my pelvis around and around on him. I rolled off him and lay on my side looking at Rob. His cock was still fully erect, and his expression was still unreadable. "That was amazing James, I've never had sex as good as that in my entire life. Please fuck me as often as you can, I'll do anything you want, nothing is off the menu." I meant every word, I'm not sure it was love, but I was crazy about this hunk of a man. "I'm pleased to hear that Sally, because you were great too, and you are drop dead gorgeous. Are you going to stay the night, we could send your husband home?" "Not this time James, as I think Rob and I should talk, but after tonight I'll stay with you as much as you want." "I understand darling, but it's a shame, I was looking forward to fucking you in the morning." "Good point, why don't you come to lunch tomorrow, Rob can barbeque while we fuck, then after lunch we can fuck some more." "That sounds brilliant, I'll be there." "Until tomorrow then Gorgeous." I dressed quickly, and we left my lover's room. Neither Rob nor I spoke on the journey home. What needed to be said was far too big for a car ride. Something Happened Ch. 03 When we arrived home Rob took my hand and led me upstairs to our bedroom. He carefully undressed me, then sat me on the bed and knelt between my legs. "Rob, please, you don't have to do this, I'm so sorry for what happened. Please forgive me, I don't want to lose you." "I have to do this, I have to finish it. You have no need to apologise, and I've no plans to leave you. Please let me lick you, I need to be a part of what happened, do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. Thank you my love, I love you very much." I was so relieved I could have cried. I lay back and let my husband lick my lover's cum out of my cunt. He was very gentle, cleaning up the sticky mess then swallowing it, and for quite a while he didn't go near my clit, although I was still getting very aroused. Then he started just giving my engorging bud a little flick of his tongue, then went back to my lips, and then also my arse. Then the single licks became two or three licks, and as my arousal built he just concentrated on very fast licking around and around my clit, side to side, up and down, until my orgasm came rushing at me. It was wonderful, powerful, high up inside me, and went on and on. I pulled Rob's head into my sex, as hard as I could, but he kept on licking, keeping me convulsing. "Fuck me Rob, I need you to fuck me." "But..." "Just do it!" Rob climbed onto the bed, got between my legs and I reached out for his limp cock. It only took a few seconds for me to get him erect, and then I guided him into my well used pussy. As he pushed into me I felt a wave of love for him, and huge appreciation for what a fantastic cock he had. "You don't need to wait for me, my love, just go for it and cum as soon as you want." I knew I wouldn't cum again. "Thanks, I don't think I can last long." He was right, it can't have been more than two minutes before he was making his final climactic thrusts, and, as he came I thought about the fact that he was the second man to cum in me that night. "Wow, I was so turned on. Are you ok, you aren't cross with me?" I asked. "Why on earth would I be cross with you?" He reassured me. "Because of my fantasy, thank you anyway, for fulfilling it, it was the weirdest experience I've ever had." "Really, why weird?" "I was so turned on, and it was what I had asked you to do, but I also felt hurt, and guilty, and betrayed, all at once. About this lunch with James, I don't really want to go ahead with it." "Neither do I, I'll ring and cancel in the morning. Why don't we go somewhere nice for lunch, and we can chat about what we do next." "Sounds lovely, I must shower and then sleep, I'm knackered." "Me too, in fact I'm fucked." "True, well fucked." We both slept soundly and woke late. Rob didn't even ask, he just rolled on top of me and pushed his erect cock into my eager pussy, and started slowly pumping in and out. It was the most conventional, vanilla sex between a husband and wife on a Sunday morning, and I loved it. We both had really good conventional orgasms, me first then Rob, in fact, by the time he climaxed I was starting to build up again. "Oh, that was so good," he said, rolling off me. "It was so good, I was getting aroused again." I confessed. "Oh well, we don't want you being left part satisfied," he said, pulling my leg over his and putting his fingers on my pussy. He found my erect clit, and started playing with it. His fingers are actually magic, no other man has ever been able to make me cum so readily with just his fingers. I knew he would make me orgasm, and I wasn't disappointed. We lazed in bed for a while, then I went off to cancel James, while Rob showered and shaved. "How did James take it?" Rob asked, walking naked from the bathroom, drying his fairly long hair with his bath towel, his satiated cock bouncing as he towelled. "He wasn't surprised. He said he assumed I wouldn't be seeing him again, and I confirmed that. He said to apologise to you if he went over the top with the humiliation. He did, didn't he?" "Yeah, but it'll fuel my fantasies for quite a while. I don't think I can go back to that pub for a few months though." "That's a shame, the food is really good. Perhaps I'll get someone else to take me, what do you think?" I asked whilst grabbing and gently stroking his hardening cock, "your organ has answered for you, my darling." "It has, hasn't it?" "So, what does your cock want me to wear today?" "That short summer dress, the one that's nearly see through, a tiny thong and bra set in a strong colour, purple maybe? And high heels, of course. At some point I may insist that you give me the panties." "Ok, so I'm going to be on show, am I? So, we haven't given up on the fantasies then?" "No, well, if that's ok with you?" "It's very ok with me, I thought perhaps I'd screwed up with James. Do you still want me to have sex with other men?" "Yes, I do. I wasn't sure for a little while there, but I'm sure now. I'm really looking forward to showing you off, and if something happens, then I won't stop you having sex with as many men as you want." "I'm glad, for you because it's your fantasy, and for me, because I love the excitement of being seduced, or just fucked by different men. We'll just do without the humiliation. What do you think?" "I think that we need to go now, or I'll have to pull you back into bed." "We can't have that, my love, it isn't your turn to fuck me." I announced as I finished dressing. We drove around the M25, with fairly heavy traffic, and went to a lovely pub on the banks of a canal, near Ripley. It was quite hot, and the outside tables were almost full, but we managed to get a small table, near a group of fairly raucous young men. A couple of them noticed me, and as I headed for a seat facing them, they nudged their pals, so they were all watching me when I got to my seat. It was one of those bench types, which are attached to the table, so that it's necessary to swing one's leg over, followed by the other leg in order to sit down. The guys watched intently as I swung my left leg over, giving them a quick flash of my purple thong, then with my second leg I faked a bit of a stumble, so they got a longer and clearer view. "That was fun," I remarked to my husband. "Do you think you can keep them out of your knickers until I get back with the drinks and menus." "I'll try, my love, but I won't try very hard. Unlike you, who already has a little bulge, and will soon be hard if you don't go." Rob went off into the crowded pub, and I opened my legs a little, so at least two of the guys could see my panties. I was just starting to get warm and tingly from watching the guys looking up my skirt, when they all started getting up. "Sorry love, we've all got to go, but how about a goodbye kiss for all of us?" I spotted Rob coming out of the pub doorway carrying two menus, and behind him was a very pretty, and very young waitress, carrying our drinks for him. I don't know how he does that, women adore him, and all of them, young and old, want to please him. "I think a kiss would be alright, but be quick 'cos my husband is on his way back." The first guy came up, bent to kiss me on the lips, and slipped his hand up under my dress. I guessed that this was their plan. Just a kiss indeed. "That's enough, next!" The next one did the same, and I was starting to get nicely turned on. Rob arrived, put down the menus and took the drinks from the girl, who gave him a very flirtatious smile. Luckily she couldn't see the third guy's hands under my dress, and with all the kerfuffle, he managed to get his fingers inside my knickers and into my vagina. I liked what he was doing so much, I let him carry on as Rob sat down. "Having fun darling?" Rob asked, smiling. "Yes thanks, next one please." I hurried the next two, as I was worried that other people could now see what was going on, and the guys were off. "I see you charmed yet another waitress." I said to Rob, teasing him a little. "It was nice of her to offer to carry our drinks, don't you think?. Her name is Stacey, by the way. I guess you didn't wait for formal introductions before letting five guys finger you." "They had to leave so there wasn't time, but they really got me turned on, and also, I'm famished, so let's choose our food." We chose our meal, and Rob went off to place the order. While he was away, two of the five guys came ambling across to our table. I sized them up, and decided I liked them, they were both fit, in their thirties, obviously they were regulars at the gym, and they were nicely dressed. "We were able to re-arrange our meeting so we could spend more time with you. I'm Ben, by the way, and this is Oliver." "You know I'm with my husband?" "He didn't stop us a few minutes ago, taking turns fingering your pussy, so we figured he's cool with it." "Cool with what?" Rob asked, arriving back at that moment. "Us joining you for a while," Ben answered, "may we sit down?" "Be my guests," Rob replied, sitting down opposite me. "Rob, this is Ben, and this is Oliver. They seem to have taken a shine to me. They are also both putting their hands up my dress. Is that ok with you?" "Yes, but I think you need to do it one at a time guys, Sally can shout 'change' when she wants to try a different hand, and Sally, I think it's time to lose the panties, don't you?" "Yes my love." I slipped my thong down and off over my awkward heels and put them on the table. "One of you can have these if you go and buy a round of drinks." Ben was up like a shot, grabbing my thong and setting off to the bar, remembering that he hadn't asked what we wanted and turning back. With our order taken, he set off again. Oliver put his hand back between my legs, and I settled down in the sun, and let him play. He wasn't up to Rob's standard, but it was fun, and I was getting seriously excited by the time Ben came back with a tray of perspiring drinks. I noticed that he didn't charm a waitress into carrying them. "It's your turn Ben, and I can tell you that I'm getting close, actually, very close." Ben took over playing between my legs, and he was definitely better than Oliver. He found my spot, and concentrated on it, getting me closer and closer, until I went over the edge, trying so very hard not to make it too obvious to all the young families around us that I was having an orgasm in the middle of a crowded pub garden. "Both of you must leave me alone for a while, I need to calm down before we eat. I'm going to pee, don't fight guys." I've no idea what happened while I was away, and I had to queue, which always annoys me. As I arrived back Stacey was handing out the meals. She spent a long time leaning over the table to serve Rob, showing off her rather small tits, bra-less, I noticed. Ben and Oliver only had eyes for me, I'm glad to say, and with Stacey gone, I was able to give them both a flash of my glistening pussy. I reached across the table and gave my bra, which I had removed in the toilet, to my husband to put in his pocket. The guys couldn't take their eyes off my semi erect nipples. I blew a kiss to Rob and started to eat. Conversations were rather stilted, as my two admirers couldn't concentrate on anything except my nipples, so I chatted with Rob. With all our food finished, I decided to wind things up with my fan club. "Ben and Oliver, we're off now, but if you'd care to accompany us to the car park, you can each have a quick knee trembler. You don't mind, do you Rob? It seems only fair." "Not a problem my love, let's roll." In minutes we were at my Freelander, which was parked right at the far end of the car park, and went to the far side where no-one could see us. I leaned back against the hot black car, and pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist. "Come on Oliver, you're first." I didn't have to ask twice, and he had his trousers and pants round his ankles, and his little pole pointing towards my well travelled pussy. He got it into me, which wasn't difficult, and started thrusting. He wasn't big, or impressive, and it didn't take long for him to squirt. Ben didn't need asking, and he was in me in a few seconds. He was bigger, although not huge, and he made a more energetic job of fucking me against the car, lifting me completely off the ground by my bum cheeks and banging in and out ferociously. He lasted quite a bit longer, and actually it was quite pleasurable with him, but I was already thinking about Rob licking me out, which I knew would be the most fun part of the afternoon. Rob drove home fast, and we rushed straight upstairs when we got there, and his tongue was on my pussy in seconds. He then slowed the whole thing down and licked very gently and slowly, cleaning me up and arousing me at the same time. After he'd made me cum beautifully, he pushed his large, hard cock into my unfaithful pussy. At the end of the day, he was still the best. When he'd finished, we lay cuddling for a while. "You could have sex with one of your cute little waitresses you know, I wouldn't mind, it would only be fair, after all." "But it wouldn't be erotic, it isn't a fantasy, it would just be sex." "It would be erotic if I joined in, wouldn't it?" "Would you do that? That would be amazing." "I quite like the idea, if you can arrange it." "Ok." "Otherwise, we're ok with what we did today, aren't we?" "Yes my love, very ok." "That's good, because I had a wonderful time." "So did I my darling. I love you very much." "And I love you. Night, night." "Night, sleep well." "Oh, I certainly will." Something Happened Ch. 04 On a sunny Saturday morning a little while ago I woke up next to my gorgeous husband Robert, and realised that I had become a nymphomaniac. I hadn't changed overnight, it happened gradually, and my wonderful husband must accept some of the blame, as it was his fantasies which started me on my journey from faithful wife, well fairly faithful, to sex crazed slut. "Morning gorgeous, shall I make us some coffee?" Rob asked, gently fondling my left breast, teasing the nipple between his thumb and finger. "You need to fuck me first, naughty man, now you've got me all excited." I replied. "That wasn't very difficult." He stated, transferring his attention to my right nipple. "That's what I was thinking when you woke up. Ah, getting you hard isn't difficult either I see. Come on, climb on board and give me a good old fashioned seeing to, I really need a good hard fucking." Rob rolled on top of me, positioned his column at the entrance to my moistening cave and plunged in up to the hilt. Too many metaphors! "Rob," I said after we had finished our morning sex, "I think I've become a nympho." "Don't worry, it's easily treatable." He quipped back. "I'm serious, I've become addicted to sex. I love having sex with you, but I also need sex with lot's of other men, and it's partly your fault!" I accused him. "So, what do you want to do about it my love?" "You must help me get sex with lots of different men. You need to make a plan to get me laid as often as possible. I need variety, not a boyfriend, I don't want a relationship with anyone other than you, ok?" I couldn't believe I had said such a thing. My poor, long suffering husband didn't deserve such treatment. "Starting today!" I told him. "Ok, I have an idea," Rob announced, sounding pleased with himself. "Do you remember a story by Boomerang7 called Rugby Fans?" "Vaguely, tell me what your idea is, I'm getting horny again already." "There's an England rugby match on today which will be shown in lots of pubs. I know a perfect pub which will be jam packed with men, drinking and shouting. We dress you as a complete tart, and you can get involved with the cheering, and start betting, you know, if England score again before half time you'll take your top off, and so on, until you are betting fucks round the back. What do you think?" "I think it's a brilliant plan, come and help me choose my slut outfit." Rob was really serious about how slutty the slut outfit had to be. He made me wear a bright red half cup bra with a matching tiny lacy thong. Over the lingerie I slid a minuscule, tight, stretchy dress, which was so thin everyone would be able to see the lines of my underwear, and so short, any movement would reveal my panties. Finally, he added bright red high heels, which he said were very sexy. I had to wear a coat over the outfit, or I may have got arrested, but once in the pub I removed the coat and got lots of comments. Which was fun. Rob pushed his way through to the bar to get our drinks while I sized up the talent. I decided on a group of three fairly fit guys, probably in their mid twenties, with nice accents, which always turns me on. I edged towards them, pretending to find a better view of the TV, and eventually parked myself right in front of them. "I'm so sorry, that was really selfish of me, blocking your view like that." Was my opening gambit. "I was just thinking how much our view had suddenly improved." One of them said. "I agree Sam, my interest in Rugby has suddenly evaporated, why not give us a twirl gorgeous, so we can see all of you." I quickly spun around, showing off my hot body, then reached out to receive my glass of Prosecco from my smiling husband. Once I was holding my drink Rob stepped back to allow a rather large man, an ex rugby player I suspect, to push his way between us. The gap was small, principally because Rob didn't leave enough room for the big guy to get through, so I was pushed back into one of my target guys. It turned out to be a stroke of genius by my generous husband, as the big guy slipped his hand under my dress as he pushed past me, and because I had parted my feet a little to maintain my balance, he had unprotected axis to the gusset of my panties. He gave me a thrilling rub before slipping away. While this was happening, the young guy behind me took advantage of the fact that I had been pushed against him, to reach both arms around me and grab a boob in each hand. "Look what's landed in my lap guys." He chuckled, gently massaging both of my nipples through my thin dress. "You seem to be having fun." My husband remarked. "All thanks to you darling." I replied. The man behind me kissed my neck, which was sweet, then released my boobs, which was sad. Rob introduced us and I found out that the guys were Sam, Guy and Peter, but then something was happening on the screen which took everyone's attention. England had the line out near South Africa's try line. All the men were cheering and shouting, and my three guys were crowding in on me, and as the excitement climbed, the hem of my dress was mysteriously climbing too. There was a roar from the whole pub as England scored the first try of the game, and as the ball was touched down, my knickers were tugged down to my knees, then on down to my ankles. I was so excited, but I had to do something about my panties quickly. I crouched down, wrestled them over my high heels, and slipped them into Rob's hand. The three guys crowded even closer to me, blocking anyone else's view. I still had one guy behind me who was now starting to work his fingers into my bum, one to my left with his fingers invading my pussy, and a guy to my right playing with my right nipple. Rob was in front of me and I leaned my head on his back and held his hand. He gave my hand a squeeze and I knew that he understood what was going on. "You are so sexy." Peter, on my left, whispered, as his fingers rubbed in and out of my moistening pussy. Something was happening behind my back, Sam had removed his finger from my bum and was doing something. I quickly found out what, as I felt the head of his hard cock presented to my tiny bum hole. He pushed firmly, but got nowhere. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled hard, which worked as his cock popped into my dry anus. I put both of my arms tightly around my husband's waist and grabbed his cock through his trousers and whispered in his ear. "Sam is fucking my bum!" I whispered. "I guessed," he replied, "are you enjoying it?" "I am, I'm dry, but he isn't moving too much. Peter has his fingers in my pussy, so I may cum soon. Aaah, Sam has just cum in me. I want Guy and Peter to fuck me properly, where can we go?" "Disabled toilet, other side of the bar." Rob, my hero, solved the problem. Sam slipped out of my rear entrance like a thief in the night. I pulled the two other heads towards my mouth and whispered. "Follow me to the disabled toilets, you can fuck me properly in there." I instructed. They both grabbed an arm each, and propelled me through the throng, which parted slightly as we approached. We had to turn into a file to get through, and since they each had hold of an arm I was defenceless as countless men enjoyed gropes of my bum cheeks, my wet pussy, and my erect nipples. I have to confess that I enjoyed the journey even more than my gropers. "Is it occupied?" I asked when we arrived at the door. "No, it's empty." Guy answered, dragging me behind him into the small room, followed by Peter, who was still holding my trailing arm. Peter locked the door, while I stripped off my dress and bra. I left my shoes on, to make myself taller, for easier access. "Right, one in my pussy, and one in my bum, get fucking." I demanded. I'm pleased to say they didn't argue, Guy dropped his trousers and boxers, bent at the knees, and inserted his erect cock into my desperate vagina, sliding manfully all the way in. Peter was more careful at my rear, and I realised he must have found some soap, as he slid easily into my back passage. The feeling of having a big cock in both passages is one of my all time favourites, it made me feel so incredibly full, and as the guys started to lift me up and down on their monster poles, I was in heaven. I'm sure I started squealing, and shrieking and laughing as I felt my excitement growing. Guy and Peter were also getting excited. "Don't either of you dare cum, or I'll tear your balls off. Keep going, higher, lift me up higher, oh God yes! That's so good, don't stop! I'm cumming!" I yelled, as a fabulous orgasm ripped through me. There is only one thing better than being fucked by two cocks, it's cumming on two cocks! All satisfied, we went back to join my husband and Sam. "I've got cum dribbling down my legs." I told him. "Sam has bought us both drinks, here's your champagne." He told me. "Shall I invite the guys back to our apartment for a party afterwards?" He asked me. "Oh yes please darling, have you got some Viagra for them?" I asked. "Of course." He confirmed. I couldn't have been more happy, as hubby invited my new lovers for an evening of fucking me fuelled by the wonderful blue pills. England lost, by the way, but I won, many times over. At the end of the evening I was so totally fucked, that I had to give Rob one of my special blow jobs. He seemed happy with that.