14 comments/ 54464 views/ 0 favorites Sue's Sex Diary Ch. 01 By: Suetops Introductions Welcome to my jottings about our, and primarily Sue's sexperiences over the years of our very happy marriage. I apologise in advance for any incorrect grammar. I'm not sure over exactly how many chapters the record of her 'journey' into sex will take but I hope you'll stay with me. I'm sure you won't be disappointed. I certainly have not been as Sue has the habit to surprise even me with what she will do to obtain sexual gratification. I would be very interested to have any comments about my/our real life experience, has anyone had a similar story to tell? Lessons to be learnt? I cannot remember every single detail, especially the dialogue, which is used for effect, even if the actual statements aren't accurate, the sentiment certainly is! I also have included some of my thoughts and feelings at the time. Yes, in some cases it was some time ago, but the experiences are so vivid, the effect on me so marked, that I can recall my feelings and thoughts as if it happened yesterday. As I write this, what can I suppose be called a 'Diary', although it doesn't necessarily work in exact date order. Or for that matter over a specific period of time. We are not sex maniacs screwing and fucking all day every day. Far from it. Ok, yes there were days and weeks,which were very sexually intense. But this was not a regular occurrence. Please forgive me, this is the first time I've 'put pen to paper' on the matter of our, or should I say my wife's sexperiences. I suppose it started innocently enough, if you call me encouraging her to 'enjoy' another guys 'attentions'! Of course not being a sex crazed female with legs open for any cock. My wife didn't immediately take my suggestions seriously, only to enhance our love making in fantasy form. I'm sure we've all been there? It would nice to report Sue being a raving nymphomaniac with large tits, extra sensitive nipples, cavernous and receptive cunt, craved having anal sex. But Sue was, is a normal woman, we're a normal couple. What ever 'normal is! Nor can I relate sucking, licking and dripping spunk out of Sue's orifices, yes our journey started before HIV/AIDS came to the fore, at a time when it was thought it affected mainly the gay male community. Never the less I, we, Sue always gauged the 'sexual safety' as paramount. But as we both found, as we, she travelled on an ever increasing high, Sue admits with hindsight to perhaps having taken some risks. But to date there is no lasting repercussions. Oh and another thing, having condensed the sex for your benefit, it might sound as if Sue is a raving nymphomaniac! Yes, it's true to say that she's certainly taken to liking sex with age, enjoying new adventures obviously turns her on. But never the less, she doesn't screw everyday. She fucks as and when she feels like it, which could be everyday of one week and none the following week. A little about my wife Sue, and me Steve. We both live in the UK Midlands. Having a comfortable life style, with our own business for which Sue works part-time as and when required. Unfortunately we found out that Sue couldn't conceive. A bitter disappointment to us both at the time. However with hindsight, it's enabled us to develop the business, which in having kids would not have been possible. Equally now of course our, or should I say Sue sex life as also moved on a pace. Sue is 38C, size 12, moving towards 14! 5ft. 6 ins tall – 120 lbs. strawberry blonde. Really enjoys sex, although not what you'd call a natural exhibitionist but has grown into the part. It wasn't until she took a liking to a business contact of mine, whom incidentally I was looking to get a few orders. That Sue finally took me up on the suggestion of another guy. Needless to say I got and still get plenty of work from this guy. Sue for her part got his cock from time to time. Inspire of my encouragement, not to say eagerness for Sue to take the plunge with Gary. We'd talked about it for what seemed like months before the actual 'deed'. Sue was very sheepish when she came home late that evening. I remember it as if it were yesterday. She'd lost her g string as a souvenir. Even now, Gary always takes them as a souvenir 'each time'. For me it's part of the ritual, the 'turn on', going shopping with Sue to buy her special g string or panties knowing that Gary would keep them as a souvenir. On a few occasions we bought boring plain white knickers just so I could leave a message written on them for Gary to read. On a couple of times later in their 'relationship Sue returned home with messages written on her tits, tummy and arse. I just loved it! I couldn't stop asking Sue about the details for days afterwards. Probably as much for my sake as to also reassure Sue that it was OK to have another cock. Not that Sue likes the word 'cock'!!! For 2/3 months we talked a lot about her experience. Sue met Gary 3 or 4 times in that period. Each time Sue became more at ease and open about her 'entertaining' Gary – as Sue calls it. She had also put a lot of thought into it, noting that she couldn't get pregnant, although there was or is a health risk. I started 'pushing the boat out' buying her sexier clothes – no nothing to brazen, I didn't want to go too far. For my part my cock was permanently hard at the thought of my 'slut of a wife'. Although having had one guy, would hardly constitute being a slut. But I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from? After this initial rampant fucking. She meets Gary about 3-4 times a year wining, dining and fucking overnight in some smart hotel. For our/ my part I loving buying her new underwear. Based on the old favourites of suspenders and stockings. As I said, we now have quite a few 'sets' without g strings. So where are we now? You may ask! Well, we, or should I say Sue, has progressed in her 'training' onto other men. I say training, because I look upon my encouragement of Sue over a long period of time as a training period. The only difference is that it is Sue that has governed how fast and what training she undertakes. She has to feel she's in control otherwise she wouldn't have done it. Wise words for you guys who are thinking of encouraging your wife to screw around – don't push too hard. Outwardly Sue looks much the same. However underneath that coverall dress suit etc, is skimpy underwear – if any at all. Her bra, if worn always helps her now sagging boobs. The only exception to this outwardly calm, demure exterior is if we're out 'on the pull' (as Sue calls it), at home or somewhere where we won't be recognised. Although there have been 2 occasions that we seen some people we knew. Following Gary, Sue started to feel good about herself, taking time out to dress and look 'good'. Spending more time at the gym, trying to prevent everything 'heading south'!!! Going to parties and various business functions, loads of guys struck up conversations with her as I circulated. I was always on the look out for the next 'cock' for Sue. But it was difficult, work and business is one thing and fucking my wife was another. Sue did admit taking a liking to this guy and that, not all of them I knew myself. I did find out after the event, that she actually accepted a lunch 'date' with one guy. She couldn't wait to tell me, having had his hands between her receptive legs in the car. She was so proud of doing this as she said "on her own". Good girl I thought. The other point was, she had positively no qualms about telling me what she'd done. For my part, was I about to lose 'control'? Needless to say she met this guy again. Spending an afternoon in a hotel bedroom. Sue admitted being turned on by the thought of it being like a prostitute. Deep down there was, is a slut inside her. Given the looks of hotel receptionist, she could have been – Sue's word exactly. Sue had now hit upon the idea, that I really liked her having other cock – well it had taken?? years. Having got me to admit this fact, she started taking the opportunity to deride my sexual prowess, size of my cock etc. Comparing me with her 'experiences' – all 2 of them! But I enjoyed every minute. Funny though, but this allowed me also to build on these foundations. Making reference to other guys we saw or had contact. "How big do you think his cock is' plus many other comments becoming increasingly lewd with my heightened arousal. During the warm summer months we'd take trips out to some country pubs for a drink. We both found this a great 'turn on'. Sue dressing accordingly and me making comments. We'd fuck like rabbits when we got home – if we got that far!!! I think Sue was surprised the effect it had on her, and it became a habit for us to frequent the same pubs, on the half chance that there would be the same guy(s) as we'd seen on a previous visit, that we'd both commented on. But this time Sue would be more adventurous and dressed the part. I'm sure you can imagine it? This of course led Sue into having a few guys. NO, not at the same time. In fact we stopped visiting one pub, as Sue felt she was being handed around from one guy to another. Having I think 4 guys over 2 months. Of course we both enjoyed it tremendously. Looking back it was around this point that I think Sue actually realised just how sexy she could be, how she could manipulate a man with her body and actions. We guys think that women are born with this 'skill' of manipulating us guys? Maybe, but in Sue's case particularly it was allied to confidence, in me, letting her loose, in herself, that she had something a guy wanted, in wearing suitable clothes. She has become very adept at wearing seemingly normal innocent clothes but with a few careful adjustments never failed to attract attention. Lastly, confidence in wearing the outwardly revealing, slutty, tarty clothes that left one in no doubt about her intentions. It did add another angle to Sue's sex life. Namely, that I was around to meet the guy, indeed delivered Sue to the guy. Staying in the pub whilst Sue disappeared for a thorough fucking. God what a turn on! Sue was always very graphic about her screwing. Showing me the evidence if it existed on her or in her body!!! Sue was not slow to notice that I was now acting the 'cuckold'. As she wantonly had other guys. She started wearing provocative clothes around the house, parading her charms in front of me but telling me that her 'favours' were for some more worthy guy. It was particularly 'bad' when she'd got a 'date'. Not letting me touch her, as she wanted to be " really hot and randy". Of course I loved every minute of this abuse! We'd go shopping so I could buy her knew clothes for her 'date'. Sue loved asking me what I thought. "Do I look a tart dear"? What could I say? If "yes", then she'd say "good", if I said "no", then she'd try on something more outrageous! Don't get me wrong she or we didn't compromise herself in public, only 'out of town' or in private company. This is one thing we try to ensure. We value our reputation. Having said that, as things have moved on, it gets increasingly difficult. In order to satisfy our sexual cravings it sometimes involves taking risks. The greatest of all is Sue being taken 'bare back'. But we both like the feeling, and in my case the taste of her freshly creamed cunt. Seeing the signs dripping down her inner thighs Indescribable. But as I've mentioned before this did not always happen. Although Sue loved saving the spunk filled used condom to bring home as a souvenir. A few times she'd wank her guy into a glass! Saving this evidence was only possible if her conquests knew about me, which was not always the case, on other occasions if they new, they would make an extra special effort just for me. The details recorded above were in the 'early days' the exact detail is a little 'fuzzy' in the memory. Probably overridden by the massive sexual high of Sue having another guy for the first time. Well, I hope you've got a taste of possible things to 'cum'? Having set the scene for me to advise you of her further adventures, when Sue meets Tom. Please, I value any constructive comments, particularly if you've had similar experiences. Sue's Sex Diary Ch. 02 Tom As things progressed, Sue entertained a guy – Tom at our house. He'd been fucking Sue for around 12 months – not regularly, from our visit to the 'Crossed Guns'. They had obviously got fed up of the same routine of us driving over, downing 2/3 pints before well fucked Sue returned to the pub. Besides the dark winter nights aren't the same as the sultry summer. It was Sue who suggested it. As I said we don't want to risk our reputation etc. So I had no problems with the idea providing Sue was happy, and she felt we could trust Tom. No problem there! Having been divorced, he'd got himself another woman. So it was easier for him to fuck at our place than his!!! Something like that anyway. This was the first time I saw Sue fucking another guy. I didn't say get 'fucked' by a guy, because it was Sue who was doing the fucking, taking the lead. I was initially taken aback at her attitude, but god I came in my pants! Whilst of course up until then Sue would tell me in great detail what she got up her. Imagination still plays it's part. But this was different, this was for real. I'd always been involved in preparing Sue for her dates. As she bathed, preened herself and dressed. Taking in great delight in teasing me, asking me to check her cunt with my tongue to see if it was clean and juicy – need she ask. Trimming her pubes. "What clothes should I wear"? meaning do I wear knickers, bra, stockings etc. Tom's visit of course was different, we weren't going out. Besides "we won't waste time chatting to you" she said. I knew what she meant. Sue had found an 'old' transparent black blouse, something I bought her years ago and she never wore, under which she had a ¼ cup underwired and padded bra which offered her creamy tits for inspection, almost overflowing out of the blouse. A short skirt, not quite a mini skirt just covered the tops of her self support stockings. Sue looked a right tart. But bloody gorgeous, especially for someone in their mid thirties. Tom arrived, initially embarrassed as I answered the door. We'd met a few times before, but this time on my territory. I got him a beer before Sue made her entrance, again Tom was embarrassed, not knowing where to look. But Sue joined him as planned on the sofa resting her hand on his thigh. Again as planned, although originally broached by me, Sue 'led' the conversation. This avoided any embarrassing silent pauses. She joked about me wanting to see a real man fucking her – or words to that effect. It wasn't long before she'd got her hand on Tom's hardening cock, whilst she'd spread her legs wider, allowing the skirt to ride up so I could see his hand inside her wispy g string. They started kissing, my cue to get another beer, at least make myself scarce whilst they 'warmed up'. I couldn't resist having a peep through through the gap in the door. I thought I'd come without the use of my hands! I decided to get a beer. Spending time, or rather trying to calm down. I wanted to rush straight back into the lounge. But we'd discussed playing it cool. Sue didn't know how she'd react to me being there – me neither! And what about Tom? Would he perform with me there? My concentration was broken in hearing Sue not so much shouting but saying "that's it fuck it up me" Again as discussed this was a sort of 'cue' for me to return. What a sight! Sue being fucked doggie style on the carpet, her unfettered droopy tits flopping in time to Tom's thrusts, trousers, skirt and g string scattered beside them. Sue looked in my direction as I came through the door, a huge grin on her face. Mine too. Whether my arrival had an effect I'm not sure, but Tom announced he wasn't far away. Sue dismounted and lay on her back. Tom knew exactly what he had to do. Finishing her off with his tongue. At this point, I saw for the first time another hard cock in the flesh, it was about the same length as mine but much fatter. Sue had said she felt 'stretched'. I could see what she meant. I shan't bore you with Sue's orgasm. After which she got Tom on his back and gave his ass, balls a good licking – just enough not to come! She obviously had practice. Allowing Tom access to her erect nipples and squirming on his finger tickling her anus. She spent time looking into our eyes and chatting. She was in complete control – mesmerising BOTH of us. "Look darling at these big heavy balls, imagine how much spunk he's going to unload up my willing cunny" Oh god no, stop. How did I not come there and then? She was starting to feel fruity again sitting or straddling Tom's face – oh I know it so well! Rotating her hips, looking straight at me tweaking her hard nipples. Tom's cock rigid, red and angry. "Go on, get him out, you know you want too" We both knew what she meant and I didn't need telling twice. I stripped off. I should have been self conscious, but Tom's face was hidden and busy. Sue was giving a commentary of how good his tongue was and "ooh put there, that's right" I couldn't wait, it was all too much, coming, out of control. Shooting 'miles' onto the carpet. It was nice to learn later that it was this that triggered Sue's second orgasm. Although at the time she derided me "as a pathetic wimp not able to control himself" Apparently I'm not the only who cannot 'repeat'. Tom also is afflicted,although he comes by the gallon. The foreplay I was witnessing was to ensure Sue got entertained before Tom 'creamed'. We stopped for another beer, my now wobbly willy not unnoticed by Sue who took great pleasure in pointing it out to Tom, plus my spunk on the carpet. Tom sat on the sofa, casually drinking his beer as Sue knelt in front of him on the carpet fondling and licking his balls and cock. She kept stopping for obvious reasons. Tom said I was a lucky guy to have such a sexy wife, to which I remarked that I wasn't half as lucky as him, at least he got to screw her! He smiled. Sue heard this and asked if I wanted to have a taste – initially I was horrified, thinking she meant Tom's cock. But I needn't have worried, she wanted my tongue up her. Most of my tonguing is usually spent kneeling or face down between Sue's well spread and usually spunk filled cunt as she lies on her back. On this occasion she wanted me to lie on my back in a '69' position, as she played with my twitching cock and ground her juicy cunt into my face, I heard say something to Tom, resulting in Tom kneeling behind Sue and inserting his cock not 3" from my eyes – What a sight! Unlike the porno movies etc, I tried to get my tongue on her clit, but her/their movements were too violent. I moved down a little and played with her tits and nipples. Was this 'hot' or what? Sue was right about the amount of spunk, he seemed to pump it into her for ages. What a fresh delivery, as Sue then plastered her cunt onto my open mouth, I thought I was going to suffocate as she still gyrated. They both laughed at me as Sue got off me having 'come'. My nose was full of spunk and love juice. My face wet with sweat and sex juices. I went to get a towel and dry off, only to find Tom licking her out. Sue remarked that Tom wanted to make sure I hadn't missed any! I'd never seen her so randy. To the extent that Tom asked her to give him/ us a show. Without argument she went upstairs for some 'toys'. Promptly returning with her 2 favourites. Giving Tom the honour of inserting the smallest of the 2 vibrators up her arse, whilst bringing herself off with the other. Later in bed she teased me about the evenings events and succeeded in getting me to spunk a second time. We had both enjoyed it very much indeed. So far I have recited a few experiences, to give you at least a flavour or background to our sex lives. Some of the experiences have been boring, although fun at the time, increased by the apprehension of a new sexperience. To tell you about everyone, you may find boring, because they can be repetitive. So I'll 'fast forward' a little and in my next chapter tell you more. Once again thanks for reading, if you have any comments, I'd love to hear them. Sue's Sex Diary Ch. 03 Paul - Young and Eager to Learn! If you haven't already done so, please read the first two chapters which form part of my chronicles about my wife Sue's sexploits. As I said we run our own business, and from time to time we take on extra people for various contracts etc. Sue helps out with the admin. and paperwork. Business was good so I took on 2 lads as general labourers on a 'casual basis' – cash in hand. Whilst Paul was not the brightest of guys, he was very organised, and Sue found him helpful with filing etc. His friend Andy was more 'rough and ready' in a rogue-ish sort of way, but a very hard worker. From time to time Sue would work from home, Paul also would work at our house. I bet you can't guess what's coming? Sue had always mentioned about having a 'younger' guy. Given our contacts it was usually the older guy who 'came on ' to Sue. Probably having the experience or the 'guts' to take Sue's flirting that much further. I know she teased the young assistants whilst out shopping, indeed had struck up a 'chatty' relationship with a guy at the supermarket, and she tried to make sure he was around to help her take the goods t the car. In turn she'd 'accidentally' flash some flesh. Not letting him know that she was doing it on purpose or even that she'd actually exposed herself. The easiest was for her to bend over and lean into the back seat of the car. He could get a good view from the rear or a marvellous view of Sue's unfettered boobs hanging in a loose top. I had started thinking seriously about hoping this 'relationship' would go further. But I digress. It was useful having Paul at home, as there were always other jobs that needed doing. Primarily my pet hate – gardening. It's nice having a garden but not the work involved. As for weeding!!!! Sue had asked or rather told me about her antics of teasing poor Paul. As I said before, we or should I say Sue took greater risks in order to satisfy her sexual needs. In this case fucking a young guy – Paul was 18 years old. Whilst, and pardon the pun, I could see this 'coming' for a few weeks. Indeed it got me horny thinking about it. Sue was even more determined!! It was very 'risky', what if Paul should betray us? Sue and I discussed this, but in the end, the need to realise this sexual fantasy proved too great. Sue for her part had set out some rules for Paul. As I said he's not the sharpest tool in the kit! Again no pun intended. You have to bear in mind this took place over a period of 3-4 months. So Sue had control, and we had some instant sex when I got home. She was so horny having teased Paul. Initially by accident, showing too much thigh or tit as she moved or sat, you know the sort of thing. As summer progressed, so did Sue! Less clothes, no underwear, little chats about his girlfriends, leaving sexy underwear around so he couldn't fail but to see it. What a fucking prick teaser, but God it was GREAT! I couldn't wait to hear what she'd been upto. Occasionally phoning me at the office telling me what she was or wasn't wearing, how juicy she was and whether he was hard!! I remember quite distinctly the day she finally asked Paul 'did he liked looking at her?' apparently Paul initially denied knowing what she was talking about – ah! Such innocence. But as they were sipping a cool drink on the patio, Sue couldn't resist demonstrating what she meant. Lifting her tee shirt. God! I think I would have come in my pants!!! She took great delight in telling me she spent the rest of the afternoon topless, with Paul having a 'no touch' agreement. This lasted for about a week. It was having an unbelievable effect on me as she demonstrated what she wore and how she'd acted. What an absolute whore – but do I love her! Several days she wore a very short skirt, I think she actually shortened it herself. This left nothing to the imagination as she goaded me about having a 'good look' and how would I like seeing Paul's spunk leaking out of 'it'? Did she really need to ask? She also admitted vibroing herself so she was all 'loose, open and dripping'. What a slut. I did wonder how she, they managed to get any work done. It didn't take long for her to get Paul's cock out. She'd obviously been teased enough herself by seeing his hard cock under wraps. Her patience had run out. Sue had got me in an almost constant state of arousal, making rational decisions almost impossible when it came to Sue fucking Paul. But at least she did give me the opportunity to make comment. Which was 'for fuck sake get on with it'. Although I would never have put it in such urgent and dramatic terms. Sue had caught Paul on a few occasions rubbing himself as he looked over at her. Sue pretending not to notice or be asleep on the sum lounger. But it was time for action. Ensuring that she was suitably dressed for 'effect'. She was watching a video, lying face down on the carpet, her legs open – well who could resist? Paul was doing some gardening, Sue knew he could see her from through the open patio door, and she could see his refection on the tv screen, although not exactly what Paul was doing. But do we need to guess? All Sue did was note that he had been watching/ standing there for some time. Quickly rolling over on her back and looking at Paul, she smiled lifting her skirt higher and calling Paul over to have a closer look. Who wouldn't? She wasn't about to hang around and promptly grabbed his erection. Feeling that it was quite large. Paul was frozen to the spot! Poor lad!! She unzipped his trousers, unhooked his underpants from over his cock. And the rest as they say is history. Sue was pleased to report he was bigger than me. He came in seconds – well there's a surprise. In relating these stories, I've collated details and information from hours of talking to Sue about her sexperiences. It was like a drug, the more she told me, the more I wanted to know and hear. Maybe she gave me more erotic detail than actually happened? Who's to say? But in recording it here, I'm sure you get the flavour? To continue. It went on for 4-5 days, each time Sue bringing him off . Each time taking longer, but with him not being allowed to touch her, even though on one occasion she'd agreed to do it naked. Although it was a few weeks later she did admit to letting Paul have the 'odd' grope of her tits. So of course the day got nearer. When she was finally going to fuck Paul. You may well ask why did it take so long? I can't answer that. At the time, for me it was all part of the teasing process, which accentuated the horny factor. Rather Sue get fucked 'right from the start', it increased my feelings. So I wasn't complaining. For Sue's part, I think it was just her natural 'prick teasing' tendencies. Demonstrating her complete control not over Paul, but me as well and enjoying every minute or day or week of it! I don't know if you have any ideas or theories on why it took so long? But who cares. It was great. In thinking back about 'things'. I worry about exactly how truthful Sue is about her 'conquests' as she calls them. Maybe she doesn't tell me the whole truth, perhaps going further with a guy than perhaps we agreed or she has said- temptation? On the other hand maybe it wasn't as 'wild' and sexy as she portrays it. I can't imagine Sue naked and not even being touched by Paul. Ok, yes a grope of a tit she admitted, but I'm sure it must have gone further. Still who cares? I worry needlessly as she is fucking sexy cow and I love her all the more for it. At the time it was quite noticeable how much Sue and Paul were working at home rather than at the office. So, I took the opportunity to have them work at the office a few days a week. Sue reported an increased horniness on her part, not to say eagerness from Paul. Business was very good at the time and having a few 'casual' and part time staff. I was debating whether to take on more permanent staff. Whilst I didn't publicise the fact, of the 6 people involved, they were all eager to please in the hope of a full time job. So I carried out an appraisal of all the staff. I don't suppose it would have made any difference to Paul at the time, but he was a damn good worker and sue doesn't complain about his 'service'- this is after the event you understand. Cutting along story short, I offered him a job, and whilst I didn't actually say I knew he was 'playing with my wife', I made it blatantly obvious even for him that I knew. That he should keep her happy and maybe there would be a bonus. He left our meeting a little sheepishly. It worked out quite well because both of them were at home the following day and Sue told him straight that I knew. He wasn't expecting me to drop by for lunch, which Sue and I had planned to reinforce matters as she toyed with us both without being to brazen. To my surprise and Paul's credit, he had given matters a good 'think' and had spoken to Sue about how things had 'happened' and that he was grateful to me for a job and he didn't want to spoil things. Sue knew what he meant and reassured him that it was all ok and I liked her having 'fun' as long as it was discreet. Sorry if again I've digressed, but I can only put things down they way I saw it at the time, maybe a lot of the detail is irrelevant to the outcome, but at the time it was important to me. Add to which, I then try and put in details gleaned from Sue, and there we have it. No doubt you're saying 'get on with it' and yes, it didn't take long for Sue to fuck Paul. After a long 4 day session of working in the office, Sue had told me that she was going to fuck him the next day. It had taken so long to get to this stage I almost came without using my hands. She was actually going to fuck a young man, ok an 18 year old and legal. But a male young enough to be her son. We have another large bedroom, almost as big as ours. It doubles as a guest room with a double bed etc, but isn't en-suite. Not that at the time Sue had used it for 'entertaining' before. But I've since had a 1 way mirror fitted!! More of that later. As this was going to be the first time for Sue in this bedroom, we took time in preparing it, loose clean sheets. There's nothing like having hot sex in crisp clean sheets! Sue had thoughtfully remembered a waterproof mattress cover. The little cow gets more than juicy! Some tissues, condoms, baby oil, KY jelly- god knows why we never used it usually. Sue had obviously spent time thinking and preparing for this a long time. She knew how much it turned me on to help set up her 'fuck bed'. Topped off with a light summer duvet which would be easy to launder. Before going to sleep she made me pay homage to her juicy cunt – I almost drowned or was it suffocated. She wanted me to taste her both before and 'after' her toyboy. Whilst Sue experienced other cocks much to both our enjoyment. I felt this was a 'defining moment' on her path to becoming a wanton slut for any guy, and for me as I plummeted towards a willing and obedient cuckold. For some reason I thought she would never be the same once she'd tasted a young virile rampant hard cock. I was not wrong. Of course I absolutely adored licking her out, getting my tongue all the way in. Having her come on my face as she sat astride me. God it was so horny. But that was as a prelude to fucking her, even though on occasions with her sloppy cunt I couldn't feel the sides. That didn't matter. But now, now it's a miracle that my tongue hasn't got blisters on it from all the tonguing and not just her cunt either. But I love it, knowing she really IS clean before having a guy. She fucked Paul, but nothing fancy, answering the door in just a robe and straight to bed. Racing up the stairs and spreading her legs. I know how wanton she can be! Sue phoned me afterwards to say how good it was and to thank me for letting her have him. I never did 'taste her' after she'd had Paul. She was relaxing in the bath when I got home. She did me the honour of giving me the details, such as they were. More like a frenzied fuck, probably typical of young apprentice learning his trade. It still worked for me. Coming at the slightest touch of Sue's hand. Still I lasted longer later as I 'forced' Sue to tell me how it really was. Whether it was really true, or just because she knew it would turn me on, or maybe it turned us both on. Admitting that his cock was big in girth and he slammed it up her, making her squeal. Adding 'and I could feel him all the way up' and 'he must have had bruised balls from slamming me so hard'. Well, you know how it is during lovemaking? How much fantasy for effect? And how much truth? Who cares – it had the right effect on both of us! They spent a couple of hours in bed playing. Sue allowing Paul to explore a 'real' woman's body before fucking a second time. He was eager to carry on but Sue had some phone calls to make, besides 'he shouldn't have too much of a good thing' she laughed. In some ways what happened afterwards was a little of an anti-climax (sorry no pun intended). Sue didn't want to be so accessible, to be alone with Paul at our house just in case he got the wrong idea. I learnt sometime later that it would also help Sue avoid temptation. I let her organise her working week. It had been so long since my first vision of Sue and her young stud. That I could hardly believe it, but on the other hand, having now sated that desire. A new thought, wish, call it what you may was developing. I needed to see them fucking. Perhaps it's just me, but there was something about an older, mature woman fucking a young virile inexperienced guy. Especially if the horny slut was my wife and the guy was only just legally old enough. I'd mentioned this to Sue a few times, knowing how her mind works. She wouldn't and didn't react initially. Sometime later she bought it up in one of our sessions. Teasing me one evening by wearing her 'up and at 'em' cupless underwired bra and a miniscule g string which allowed tantalising wisps of pubic hair to be seen. Given her age and now 'not so firm' body, the g string would have looked more in place on a 'firm' nubile 18/19 year old. Parading around the lounge saying that this is how she 'waits for Paul to arrive and doesn't she look good?' Did I have to answer? I knew I'd get the opportunity of seeing them together, but how would Paul react? She was like a sex crazed teenager only this was a fully-grown levelheaded wife! It was around this time that I hit upon the idea of having a one-way mirror fitted in the guest or as I called it fuck room. I made some enquiries, there was no problem apart from ensuring that it wasn't obvious and that the otherside of the wall, the viewing side was also discreet. All I had to do was knock the wall through just enough to gain maximum viewing. The hole being just slightly smaller than the mirror. Bigger the mirror, bigger the hole! I could have got 'carried away' here'. If I rearranged our bedroom, I could cover the viewing area with a large closet. No problem. Except of course the mess and the need to redecorate etc. At that particular time the need was not urgent enough, it was overridden by my infatuation of seeing Sue and Paul and 'decorating' the 2 bedrooms would not have helped speed things up. In my eyes anyway. It was coming up to my birthday, Sue had arranged a surprise. She loves giving me surprises, no, not in sex but lovely presents, she's very thoughtful. But yes, on this occasion it was sexual. Paul and her would 'work' at home about once a week. On my birthday she'd arranged to work at home and told me that I should go to the office after lunch. I thought the great day had arrived! But Sue quickly pointed out that I could watch discreetly. Meaning discreetly or not at all. Who was I to argue, given this opportunity. Unusually for a work day, we went through the preparing ritual, bathing, trimming inspecting licking her body in readiness. My cock had a 'hair trigger'. Any friction causing me to fire spunk into outer space.. Please God no, not yet. We've all been there, praying for a little longer haven't we? Sue was wearing a very clingy mini skirt, something she would have worn 20 years ago, and a tight fitting not transparent but good enough for effect button up blouse. Apparently this was Paul's favourite gear! No knickers or bra. What a fucking slut, whore, tart. She looked – GREAT. I did wander exactly what Sue had worn before when working from home. From her comments about various clothing items, Paul liked quite a lot of Sue's sexy wardrobe! I waited upstairs, she/we had planned that she would 'have' Paul in the lounge, this would give me various options of viewing. I'd already checked our squeaky stairs and the floorboards upstairs. It was like a military operation. Thinking about it now, was I stupid to check such meticulous details? Yes, at the time it was an obsession, a means to an end seeing Sue fucking her toyboy. My preparation being all part of my build up. All part of the extreme excitement. Paul arrived, they went into the kitchen, apparently part of the old routine, making a coffee before starting work – whatever that was! I couldn't hear what they were talking about even though Sue had left the door open that led off the hall. I picked various 'sounds' giggles etc. Paul must have started! Maybe he found out what Sue wasn't wearing under the cardigan that at least covered her blouse. I took the long pauses allowed for kissing. I did think about trying to move a few steps down the stairs and maybe lean over the banister and see into the kitchen. But no, I hadn't planned for that and maybe the banisters/stair rail would make a noise, or at worst break. So much against my eagerness I stayed put, hardly breathing just in case I missed a vital word or signal which would increase my arousal. Not that my cock needed more arousing! The coffee obviously made. They went into the lounge. We had discussed this 'move' – sounds like a chess game! It could well have been. Anyway, The lounge is towards the back of the house, and if I moved downstairs there would be less chance of being heard. I dare say that if I moved down the stairs as I normal, then it probably have been just as quiet. But no, I had to move down 1 step at a time. Stopping to listen and breath after each step. In this sex game of chess, with me being downstairs, it gave Sue the option of using the fuck room or anywhere else for that matter. There are more escape routes/doors downstairs. The next move was made by Sue putting on a relaxing, not loud CD. Again helping to mask any possible noise from this 'peeping Tom' of a husband. I made my way into the kitchen. It was as if I'd got super natural powers of hearing. Managing to pick up a lot of the conversation, which was getting less as they 'got down to it'. More rustling sounds were apparent. I became naturally drawn towards the 'sounds', as if it, they were a signal to 'move in'. It was a natural reaction rather than a specific move on my part. With various doors being partly open (as planned – chess move 6?!) and the lounge furniture also helping! Rather like placing the pawns on the board where you want them before you start the game. Sorry, about the explanation, but I'm sure you understand. So, having made this brave or be it, totally subconscious move to try and view proceedings. I was well rewarded. As if planned, but it wasn't. Sue had stood up, her blouse open and her tits flopping over the top. Her nipples swollen and hard. Was that extra red marks I could see? Marks of a good sucking or teeth nipping? She was looking at Paul – I couldn't quite see. Sue's skirt was almost like a wide waist band. She smiled at him. As she seductively unbuttoned the rest of the blouse, pausing to tweak her nipples, pulling them up towards her mouth, trying to tongue herself. She pushed the blouse of her shoulders without removing it completely. It had the effect of pushing her shoulders back and thrusting her tits forward. I imagined myself in Paul's position. Yes, she didn't disappoint, going over to Paul. I lost momentary sight, adjusting myself, I was not surprised to see Paul sitting, his face buried in her cleavage. Sue's face told me lots. She held the back of his head, pushing him in. Paul for his part, worked his hands up inside Sue's skirt onto her bum cheeks, almost digging his nails into her soft buttocks. Sue's Sex Diary Ch. 04 Please take time to read the previous episodes of, Sue's addiction to sex. I write this with the fully approval and details supplied by my wife Sue. Apologies if I get carried away with the narrative and occasionally getting Side tracked. Please note: All participants described in Sue's " Sexperiences" are at least 18 years of age. Your comments are always welcome. * Sue had told me how she loved acting the submissive to Paul, this being the exact opposite to their role at work. Paul was relatively shy at work, but now had a newly found confidence when it came to sex and fucking her. She thought that it was helped by Paul knowing that I knew and that this encouraged him. I suppose it was only a matter of time before Paul would brag about his conquest to his mates, though. I mentioned earlier about worrying if it got round the office. I had a few chosen words to Paul on the subject, so that was clear. Sue hadn't told me, though, that during some really' intense' sex, Paul had mentioned a friend of his. I'm sure we can all recall various comments and scenarios that are broached in the 'heat' of it all? So, as Sue said, whilst nothing was guaranteed, she did agree to Simon popping round for coffee one day, when they were working from home. "Of course, it never occurred to me that he would actually appear," she said afterwards. On the morning in question Sue was dressed as normal, and not sexily, as they actually did work from home. Paul told her to go and dress like a tart- or some such description. This equated to wearing clothes which a teenager would probably wear, but a Size smaller than she was, remembering that she was in her 30's. Her boobs were to be loose, without bra, and easily available if needed. Knickers were to be optional. Even though she didn't like working in such clothes and she could have changed later, nevertheless she went and changed. It seemed somehow to appeal to Sue's developing 'sub' nature. Whilst changing, Paul had phoned Simon, so that an hour or so later, Sue was called to answer the door, and Paul was telling her it was probably Simon popping round for a chat a drink and 'a look'. She admitting being nervous, but she was on her own territory. I also knew that once Sue had the attention of the male 'eye', she loved to act the part. When Sue was telling me all this later I had the longest orgasm ever! Whilst they -- Sue and Paul were in work mode, Sue was 'in charge'. However if they did get horny, as they often did, then Paul would take over. So although she said she didn't act tartily towards Simon as she invited him inside, I know once she's wearing her 'sex uniform' her brain only works one way. She went into the kitchen to make coffee whilst Paul and Simon were in the lounge. Afterwards, as she leaned forward to put the cups down on the low table, she was able to 'accidentally' give Si an unrestricted view of her braless cleavage. As the lads were sitting on the sofa, she decided to sit on a chair opposite, making small talk, asking the usual questions such as 'do you work?', 'have you any girlfriends?' etc, etc. Of course, there must have been absolutely no doubt that they all knew that it was all about fucking this randy slut. My wife, true to form, couldn't help parting her legs slightly. Both of the lads' eyes immediately strained for a better view! She admitted to me that she was getting hot. Me too! Unlike Paul, Simon said that he was trying to do something with his life, a student studying for his 'A' levels at the local college. She could see that they both had erections, and to Sue that is a signal for action. Her brains can 'go missing' at this stage, the fucking randy cow. Simon excused himself to go to the loo, but Sue thought it just an excuse to go and make himself more comfortable -- poor chap. She removed her g string and joined Paul on the sofa, their hands everywhere. They didn't stop when Simon returned. By then she had got Paul's cock out, he'd got her skirt up towards her waist showing her self support stocking tops, and was feeling her tits under her blouse. She pushed Paul back onto the sofa, so she was lying on top of him. Eventually she managed to work his jeans down to his ankles, whilst Paul frantically was trying to pull her skirt higher as Sue dangled her boobs in his face. She admitted forgetting momentarily about Simon. It wasn't until they broke off, when Sue removed her skirt and blouse and had helped Paul to get his jeans off, that she noticed him again. She gave Simon a look as if to say "What are you waiting for?" although he did look embarrassed when Sue smiled at him. Poor lad. Sue gave Paul's cock a good tonguing, waggling her arse in Simon's direction, as if inviting him in? But it was not to be this time. She admitted wanting to put on a 'show' for the visitor, but equally she wanted a good, hard, and above all, fast fucking. Besides she could tell Paul wasn't going to last long. She settled on vocal rather than visual effects, and she can be VERY good at that. Paul then took her missionary style on the carpet, and she still had the red marks to prove it when I got home later that day. As she was fucking Paul, she tried looking Simon right in the eyes, rather than straining her position to see him wanking his cock. She thought this eyeball contact helped, but I'm not sure what she meant by 'helped'? Paul unloaded up her before rolling off and presenting his softening cock to her mouth for cleaning. She deliberately did not close her legs, in order to give Simon a lovely view of her well fucked and gaping cunt, as she felt the spunk starting to dribble out. What a wanton whore! She lay there, resting up on her elbows, with Paul now sitting on the sofa, and put on her broadest smile, saying that she really needed that and maybe Simon could have a turn next time, noticing that he'd already come all over his hand and the carpet. She continued making a display of her saturated pussy, saying things like, "Mmmm! look at all that lovely sex juice." She was quiet amused to see that Simon was embarrassed, and so, getting up and asking if they wanted another drink she made this an excuse to leave them to it. Picking up her skirt and blouse, she moved to the kitchen. "You know where the loo is, but can someone come and get a cloth from here in the kitchen?" she called to them. To her surprise it was Simon who came to collect the cloth. Sue, having still not dressed again gave him a hug as he had a good feel of her tits, asking if we wanted a taste. What a stupid question! It wasn't long before she'd got him hard and in her mouth, thanking him for such a nice 'visit' and telling him that next time he must 'come again'. When I got home Sue, as I said, showed me the carpet burn marks on her back, and in addition she proudly pointed out the spunk and love juice stains in the carpet which had been left behind after exhibiting her fucked cunt to Simon. There was also a few splashes and marks on the arm chair which she (and I) both took to be Simon's spunk! She sure knows how to turn me on, and physical evidence of her fucking always helps. Love bites also get me off! One guy she screwed loved leaving messages written in ink, although given the amount of love juice it wasn't always readable, but that as they say is another story. It was three to four days later that Sue arranged to go shopping for some sexy gear. I felt she was worth it, and besides that I wanted her to look a real fuck slut. We didn't go to the normal salons, but instead we went to the more sexy shops, off the beaten track. We came to a shop selling sex toys, magazines, videos, you name it. The shop was very crude but very effective. I couldn't help thinking that they could have hidden cameras in the dressing rooms! I would not have blamed them if they had done, for it was the kind of thing that I would have done had I owned such a shop. We flicked through various porn magazines and catalogues, with real photos and all sorts of sexual implements on offer. But still I couldn't get the threesome scenario out of my head. Finally Sue decided on a cup-less under wired bra that really pushed out her boobs and a couple of nipple clamps. She wanted her nipples to be all ready and hard and had read somewhere that she could train them with such things. She then chose a very lacy suspender belt and stockings, plus knickers to match, and topped the whole ensemble off with a cobweb type blouse which hugged everything, making her prominent tits look more naked than if they actually were, plus the mandatory high heels of course. As usual I made sure she was clean for fucking, with her pubes trimmed etc. As I then left for work she kissed me goodbye at the door in her attire covered by a short silk coat which just covered her ass. Why did she bother to wear the coat at all? I'd never seen her so hot, as she teased me by saying she'd be their 'fuck toy' and if they enjoyed her she might save herself for their young cocks and their cocks only, allowing me only to use my tongue. I don't think Sue realised how much I wanted her to be their cum-slut. Part of me was wishing that maybe they'd tell their younger friends and maybe they would like some of her fucking cunt. Perhaps even she could have a gangbang? Sue knew that I was excited about this is she was -- probably more so! How I drove to work I just couldn't remember. Then, in my office, amongst my paperwork in my briefcase, I found the following note from Sue. My Darling Steve, Over the past few days, I know just how randy we have both felt looking forward to Paul & Simon's visit. I know that you would love to be around and see me enjoying myself and maybe join in. When you started all this, me having other men, we said at the time that if either of us weren't happy with any situation we could stop at any time. Don't worry, though, as I'm not about to say stop. I want to say just the opposite! Yes, I was initially reluctant to start screwing other men, and yes, I do mean screwing and not making love. Love making is what I do with you and only you. At first I didn't want to upset you, turning what was YOUR fantasy into a reality. I was on the one hand worried anxious and nervous, but at the same time liking the idea that I could still attract dishy guys who wanted to fuck me. I know just how much you like me to use swear words in describing what I'm doing with these men, these fuckers! But most of all I worried about you, how you would feel and how our marriage would stand it. I'm glad to say we're still here, and we appear to both enjoy my extra sex life. Although I have learned that it's not so much looks that attract a guy, it is more the fact that I look an easy screw. There I've said it- 'screw' 'fuck' 'shag' 'dicking' 'porking' whatever. Dicks really do rule your heads. You are proof of that, and I love it. I've learnt to play the part and love the power I have over any man who wants my body. I don't know whether you've thought about it, from the first time when you started me looking? You were always getting me to give some guy the eye, the come-on. You tried top get me to alter my mode of dress, even in some cases buying me clothes that not even a tart would wear. You did get carried away, but you loved it, and so did I, more and more until now it is more like an addiction. Not as you know, that I go around flashing my eye lashes and bare flesh at any Tom, Dick or Harry. But going shopping these days primly dressed is not as much fun, and I do mean any shopping -and not just with you on a Saturday in town. It's nice to get the attention from males, any size, age or shape as my ego needs it. Maybe you've noticed also that rather than you taking the lead or getting me to do something it is now me who instigates things. Paul was probably my first attempt and look how that's turned out. So unless you wish to stop all this, I'll be taking control of matters from now on. Besides I've seen how you react to me 'giving' the orders with excellent results. So maybe just maybe I won't allow you to fuck my dripping cunny after Paul and Simon have finished screwing me. Maybe they'll still be here when you get back so they can show you how they've used me as their sex toy worshipping their extremely virile young cocks. Just to think that never once have either of us even thought or mentioned as to whether or not I wanted two cocks at once. It must have come naturally. I cannot describe how much I love you, and how grateful I am to you for allowing me to do all this. Thank you my darling. Now get on with your work -- wimp. All my love Sue Well, I was gob-smacked. What could I say? What did I think? I was stunned. I resisted the urge to rub off in the loo. The boot was definitely on the other foot as they say. She wouldn't really humiliate me as she suggested when I get home, would she? However, the thought of her walking around stark naked, love bites everywhere, fresh spunk flowing down her legs, two guys manhandling her, feeling, pinching, fingering, tweaking, kissing, fucking her at every opportunity, ordering her to make herself available was really the biggest turn on. This feeling was bigger than the feeling of possible humiliation. Only time would tell. Yes, all that she said was true. Any possible chance of concentrating on work was well and truly lost. Should I call her? I remember looking at my watch and thinking that they should be there by now, but what if they had chickened out? "No way," I thought. Would you miss out on a certain chance of screwing a hot wife? Particularly if she was old enough to be your mother and you were a fucking randy teenager, particularly if the husband knew and encouraged it! Shit! Had Paul told the whole story to Simon? If so they could be waiting for me to return later! That worried me -- a little. A sense of resignation came over me, I did and did not want that to happen, but it wasn't my choice, thank God. But it was my fault for allowing all this to happen and Jesus, and it gave me what can only be described as a real 'buzz'. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I tried to work, but I had to get some fresh air. I took a drive to a café and sort comfort in a sticky Danish pastry -- comfort food. I found myself looking around, as you would expect mainly women. Started thinking how many of these were 'on the tease' -- like Sue. One or two looked good, but I couldn't see them being knickerless. Yes, the odd one was showing some leg and on some of the others you could see their bra through the blouse. Was I getting obsessed? I found one lady even smiled at me, and |I felt like saying, "Sorry but I didn't mean to stare". Was she on the make? I doubted it, and besides she was not my type. I got back in the car, meaning to drive past the house. What for, though? What did I expect? Not to actually go in. Would the bedroom curtains be closed? Would they be closed downstairs? Could I see them screwing? But of course I could not as the hedge prevented anyone looking into the downstairs rooms. But was I in luck? The bedroom curtains were partially closed, what did that mean? Had they been fully open when I left for work? What a stupid man. I returned to the office. Fortunately I had an appointment after lunch so that helped me through till late afternoon. I was starting to feel frightened of going home. What would I find? What did I want to find? How would I react? Why was I feeling like this? After all it was only yet another sex adventure for Sue and me so why? After all this worrying, Sue called around 4pm (she had phoned earlier but I was still in a meeting) to ask what time I'd be home. My heart was almost jumping out of my chest. Why did she want to know? Was it to make sure they were still there, ready to show me the evidence of her debauchery? Relax, no, she wanted me home as soon as possible whilst she was still 'fresh' -- her words not mine. But of course she had been 'fresh' almost 2 hours before! I can't remember driving home, my mind working overtime, wondering what I'd find when I got home. I let myself inside, and Sue met me in the hallway, wearing her long bathrobe. I was disappointed to realise that she'd had a shower. Nothing was said by either of us, but I'm sure we both wanted me to have been home two hours earlier. She told me to go and change, then came into the bedroom a few moments later, removing her robe. I didn't bother changing. We kissed on the bed. I was dying to hear what had happened, and she couldn't wait to tell! I thanked her for the note and asked her if she meant what she'd written. Sue couldn't remember everything, but I asked her about 'taking control'. She was a little embarrassed and worried that maybe she'd upset me, but in reassuring her I said that I loved her being in control and didn't mind as long as we could still make love. She then gave me a tonsil tickler whilst grabbing my rigid cock. "Oh, so you want to know what happened?" she asked. "Why should I tell you?" she said with a glint in her eye and a cheeky broad smile. "Well, I was fucked rigid by the two boys with man-sized cocks." She told me. "I couldn't get enough of their virgin meat, nor could they wait to screw your slut of a wife." I could tell she was trying hard to use the right adjectives. It certainly worked! I told her to go easy on my cock. Again she smiled, letting go of my almost exploding cock. Reaching up, she pulled the handcuffs from under the mattress. We, or should I say I, kept the cuffs under the mattress (at the 'head' end), fixed to the bed so we could have some mild bondage fun, not often, but occasionally. We'd done this before. I surrendered my hands, stretching my arms above my head, letting Sue cuff my wrists. Almost immediately after I was locked in position, I regretted it. As I said we had played these games from time to time, but this was different. Here I was waiting and wanting to hear about her threesome. I was powerless to do anything, unable to take control. Did I want to be in control or be controlled? Questions, questions..... "Well darling how much do you want to know?" the teasing bitch asked. The next few minutes could have been hours! As Sue toyed with my feelings and emotions my tender cock wanted quick relief, but that was never going to happen if I wanted to hear the full story. So I was treated to a graphic description, together with 'touching flesh' of how she 'enjoyed' the two lads. Sue had been surprised when the door bell rang a little early she had expected, only to greet the postman with an eyeful. He almost had another special delivery in his trousers! Quite a hunk, I think she said. The boys arrived as arranged, and as they all went into the kitchen to make coffee, the tie belt around her kimono style coat became loose for 'effect'. Initially the atmosphere was tense, the boys not knowing how to react, or how to make the first move. I'm sure had it been a girl of their own age there would not be such a problem. Sue led the conversation, not that she said they were listening, but they were more intent on looking at her, the tease. Making their way into the lounge, where the TV was on as always, she invited the boys to sit on either side of her with her coffee on the side table. The television made an excuse for opening the conversation. But in sitting down Sue ensured her belt had become untied, which was fine until she reached over to get her mug of coffee. Anyone would think that she'd practised and planned this! (And she had!) It was Paul who made the first move, though, by putting his hand on her thigh, in response to which Sue opened her legs more (I almost came at this point). Paul was familiar with doing this, though, and soon became bolder, Simon apparently had noticed this but appeared frozen to the seat, so Sue started to rub his thigh, before asking him how good that felt. Sue's Sex Diary Ch. 05 Sue's playtime carried on for quite a few months, as she acted the complete slut. Her urges and mine have taken over both our senses. A few of my friends have noticed how 'good' she looked. The neighbours, no doubt, not being stupid, could not help but notice the influx of young boys visiting us, especially as we have no kids of our own. I enjoyed the regular supply of fresh cream-pie, and actually getting involved for Sue's birthday treat, but more of that later. It certainly increased Sue's sex drive, if that were possible, but she loved telling me what she'd been up to, almost as much as I liked hearing them. We are fortunate to have a cleaner who cleans the house twice a week. Pat is what I'd describe as a 'typical cleaning lady', who gets on with her job with no frills, but who certainly is past her best and dresses accordingly. Sue and she get on well, having many a chin wag conversation over morning coffee. Being our cleaner, Pat is privy to some of our secrets, by virtue of the fact that she cleans, washes and sees around the house, and then making comment to Sue about her lovely underwear with that knowing glint in her eye. Who wouldn't if you saw some of her attire? This, of course, as you would expect led to more 'women' chat about how successful lingerie can be in activating a man's attention. As I am fully aware, when Sue gets chatting woman to woman she sometimes doesn't know when to stop. So Pat soon learnt that Sue was enjoying herself with a young lad. Well at least it started out that way, with it developing into Pat being eager to get regular updates from Sue. Of course, Sue was careful to ensure that she 'entertained' on the days that Pat wasn't around. But with curiosity obviously getting the better of her, it was only a matter of time before Pat met the young lads. Yes, you could best describe Pat as at the age of 50ish. I could not recall seeing her other than in her 'cleaning' clothes, but I have subsequently learnt that she has quite a firm figure for her age, certainly not fat - more petite, which has obviously helped and she certainly likes fucking! I gather her husband likes a bit of mild bondage with her tied to the bed and various objects inserted up her. Sounds good to me! However I digress, so at least you get a 'feel' for Pat and where she's coming from - quite a randy lady with nice sized if droopy tits, but moist cunt when aroused. So her 'going for it' with another cock was in hindsight no surprise. For me it was certainly an interesting twist. As I've stated previously, Sue certainly did not 'fuck' on a regular once or twice a week basis, it was an infrequent regular session depending on a variety of factors such as work, the boys and other commitments. As luck would have it they hadn't met up for a few weeks, so therefore they were doubly horny. This is probably my favourite 'Sue experience', the visions it conjures up in my mind are incredible. Over time Sue had taken it upon herself to teach the boys about sex and a woman's body (I never had a teacher like that), and this enabled her to enjoy her exhibitionist tendencies and her liking for being noticed and being the 'centre of attention'. So fucking in bed was not always on the menu. Sue liked the idea of being 'taken' anywhere, anyhow, by any, well, no we do have some dignity, not just anybody, although more often than not bed was where they ended up. As Sue says, "We do get carried away and don't have time to go upstairs" (eager beaver!) On the day in question, I don't think they even left the lounge as Sue recalled.......... As they hadn't met up for awhile, they were all very horny, Sue couldn't wait for some 'double action', and having had a few sessions with her letting the boys pleasure her, it was payback time. Sue decided to give the boys a show of her various 'toys' as a preamble, and she just knew they were going to love it, as well as her. She'd found out long ago that the boys appreciated her dressing up, or perhaps not as much dressed as not naked. A cup-less under wired bra, as all we guys know and appreciate, works wonders to old and maybe sagging tits, making them stand up and demand attention. Self support stockings or matching suspenders and stockings were also favourites, and aren't they always? And so is keeping her bush neatly trimmed in a triangle as if to 'point the way'. So the stage was set. Wearing a long dressing gown to hide the goods was generally mandatory if she wasn't going to shock any other surprise visitors. Today Sue had decided on self supporting stockings as she didn't want any suspenders to get in the way. Greeting the boys at the door, as usual they headed off the hallway into the kitchen to make a drink; this is where the action could start without being in view of anyone coming to the front of the house. The kitchen leads off into either the lounge or dining Room. Sue had selected her toys and had gathered them just out of view in the lounge. She was already 'dripping' (her words not mine) between the legs from the anticipation and for the greeting she got from the boys whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. Moving to the lounge, much as they usually did, Sue put on a porn video, and sat between the boys to watch. They never did see the end of the video! (I lost count of how many I bought for Sue and various topics) This inevitably hastened the removal of clothes, and as she wasn't wearing much to start with..... She made it clear that it was her turn to entertain, much to the eager boys' disappointment, as all they wanted to do was fuck! Don't we all! Having lost her dressing gown Sue went and sat in one of the armchairs, noting the look on the boy's faces wondering what was coming (hopefully them) next. Sue opened the drawer of the small table next to the armchair, and then removed a few of her toys, namely nipple clamps and various sizes and shapes of vibrators. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Pat had left her handbag behind one day, and when she eventually remembered where she'd left it, came round to our house the following day and caught Sue and 2 lads in the lounge. Not that she joined in, but she confessed to watching and enjoying. Sue persuaded her to 'be around' when they next had a session. Apparently she was nervous at first, cleaning upstairs whilst the fun was downstairs. Over coffee, Sue suggested that maybe she should give herself a chance by dressing loosely. It took a few visits before she succumbed to the lure of hard young cock. The lads loved fucking 'their' granny. It's not a regular thing, I don't think her sex drive is the same as a teenager, but she certainly liked getting some cock up her! And even though her tits had seen better days, her cunt had the right 'effect', as I can vouch from my experience with her. Perhaps I should tell more of this another time? Sue managed to persuade Paul to give Pat some attention. He's grown in confidence with every fuck, and now thinks he's God's gift to women. So he came round. Sue told him that she was maybe interested, and from her chats with Pat, knew she had given herself a chance by dressing sexily (in her eyes anyway). Outwardly she looked the same old cleaner, but underneath were lacy items which were better suited to a 20 year old. Apparently Paul had surprised her upstairs cleaning our bedroom, feeling her bum as he sneaked up behind her. Pat told Sue that she nearly jumped out of her skin, but remained calm enough while she turned to admonish Paul. But really Paul loved it, said nothing and just smiled. Sue said she couldn't wait to find out what was going on, only to find Pat and Paul half lying on our bed, Paul with his hand up her skirt and obviously inside her knickers, whilst Pat was wanking Paul' s exposed cock. Pat was very embarrassed. Sue said she wanted to join in, but thought better of it, telling them to make themselves more comfortable and she would see them downstairs later. She could hear our bed squeaking!!! By all accounts Sue had made them coffee, and Paul appeared first, with a smug grin on his face. I know the look well, having seen it many times after he'd screwed Sue, and he was followed by Pat, looking a little flushed and sheepish. But Sue soon altered that by asking her if she enjoyed 'it'. It was certainly not a regular occurrence for Pat to get serviced, as Sue likes more than her fair share of rock hard young cock. I know you must be wondering did Sue and Pat ever get involved together. Well yes, only the once I think, when it was Paul's birthday treat. From their various women chats, Pat certainly enjoyed having a 'young admirer' again. To avoid her husband getting suspicious, though, Pat gets changed at our house rather than arouse suspicion at her house. I can certainly vouch for her sexy looks even at 50, although maybe somewhat clouded by the fact that she had everything on show and offer, some guys would fuck anything if it was handed to them on a plate, and Pat certainly knew how to look good in just bra & suspenders and stockings with a hint of make up to give her a bit of colour. So Paul popped round for his birthday present - two women both with eager cunts, both dressed for the occasion, both eager to please. If only I had been there, one can only imagine Ooooooooh! Sorry, getting carried away. As in all sex, and sexual matters Sue is very good at recounting the 'action', which of course has the desired effect on me, resulting in some if not all the detail being forgotten by that certain feeling in my cock with the often quick and inevitable outcome. So, according to Sue, here we have the two of them. My wife as often happened before a 'liaison' had showered and pampered herself and couldn't resist warming up with a few of her toys. As she says, it can save time in getting it up her if she's well lubricated. Not that the two of them had been intimate with each other, nor was there any such thought, and certainly not from Pat, but at least they had seen each other in 'action'. Pat, whilst taking time for her to get warmed up, fucked like a train once she was primed. With this in mind, and as arranged, Pat arrived early and Sue suggested she make herself comfortable and relax. I think this was another way of saying, "You know where the bedroom is - go and get changed, and oh, by the way, there's a nice video running which you might like." Pat confessed that she liked seeing older white women being fucked by young black cock. Don't we all? Sue for her part was beginning to run out of new lingerie ideas herself, but knew Paul loved her to have her tits out on show, so she dug out a very old, cheap, cup-less underwired bra which was now a size or so too small. To keep her hot, the old favourite nipple clamps were also in place, at least until he arrived, as she often complains how sore and aching her nips feel, but it certainly keeps her on heat. She finished off her attire with just a thin silk suspender belt and sheer stockings and some new black high heels. I love the way high heel shoes make her unfettered breasts wobble as she walks. This was topped off with her coverall dressing gown, which I know would only remain in situ until the door was closed behind Paul as he walked into the house. I took a coffee up to Pat, and saw that she was looking a little red faced in her almost see-through top, not really disguising her 34B tits. No doubt it would have the appropriate effect on Paul, particularly having an enhancing padded bra. Paul, I gathered, loved to bury his head in a nice cleavage (don't we all!). Pat's top finished mid thigh, trying to disguise the fact she wasn't wearing any knickers. But, hey, why waste time? According to Sue, Pat quickly moved her hand, from where presumably she had been playing with herself, and a knowing smile passed between the two of them. Sue explained what she had in mind for when Paul arrived, and Pat agreed, although perhaps hesitantly. Right on cue (the randy git) the door bell rang and Sue answered the door as usual, casually closing the door and slipping off her gown as she turned towards the kitchen with Paul following. Apparently this had become something of a ritual, with them always going to the kitchen to make coffee and have a fondle whilst the kettle boiled. Sometimes they didn't have coffee until 'after'. Of course Paul couldn't keep his hands of Sue as soon as she stopped to fill the kettle, - not that Sue minded. Indeed she loved it, especially feeling a little helpless with both her hands occupied with the kettle and tap. She had remembered to remove her nipple clamps earlier. "After all, there is only so much pain a girl can endure when expecting pleasure". Recalling that her nipples were still swollen and tender to his touch, she eventually turned round to face him, and started rubbing his crutch which was 'tenting' nicely, before undoing his belt whilst kissing his face lightly. She always explained that it was not passion in her kisses with other guys, but pure lust. Stepping out of his trousers and boxers, Sue helped Paul to remove his shirt, before taking him by the hand upstairs. "What? No coffee?" you ask. I think Paul knew what was coming (apart from him of course!) At the top of the stairs we have a large landing area leading to 4 bedrooms and a bathroom, with Sue usually having 'fun' in the second largest bedroom. We have made a few modifications to help Sue's fun and my watching enjoyment, but more of this another time. Pat came out of the smallest bedroom with a huge smile on her face, instantly grabbing his cock as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Sue thought he was going to come on the spot. There were hands everywhere before all three of them moved to the bedroom with Paul lying between the 2 of them. As Sue said, she and Pat made a good team, alternating between cock and mouth, each moving up and down so that Paul could taste their delights. Of course they were both experienced women, and both were very aware that Paul would probably lose control. They were certainly correct in their assumptions, but he was not helped by Pat getting a little too excited herself, violently wanking his cock so that he came in her mouth as he was licking Sue's cunt. I know Sue likes to tease and enjoy and so was not pleased at Pat, but she needn't have worried because at least Paul now had more time now the initial rush had passed. Pat made sure there were no 'left-overs', and went to the bathroom, while Paul continued to pleasure Sue, changing places so that Sue was lying on her back rather than sitting on Paul's face. She just loves holding the back of a guy's head forcing it into her cunt. She started to tweak her nipples which were still sore but this only added to the effect. It didn't take long for Sue to come, opening her eyes to see Pat fondling Paul's ass as he knelt up off the bed to kiss Pat (still with Sue's juice on his lips), grabbing her tits and working his way to her cunt. Sue moved down the bed to nibble and suck his balls and cock, which was already starting to show signs of life again. Paul was now fingering Pat, her breathing becoming faster. Sue moved over the bed, allowing Pat to lie down with Paul on top of her as if to fuck her with his semi hard cock. As he was not quite at the rock hard stage, Sue suggested he let Pat help him with her mouth, and he duly obliged by offering his cock to her lips. In turn Pat opened her legs to allow Paul to get his hand and fingers to work. Pat wanted his cock up her, but Paul appeared determined to make her cum with his hands, while Sue for her part moved to keep Pat's legs open by holding her ankles as if to force Pat to let Paul make her come, bucking her hips and arse off the bed. At one point I think Sue thought Pat was going to bite Paul's cock. Paul was now rock hard and ready for more and the girls (Sue & Pat), of course, needed a real good fucking with a cock not a mouth, tongue or fingers. (Those were Sue's words - not mine.) Sue was not going to waste time (as usual) seeing a rock hard cock going to waste and duly pushed Paul over onto the bed and straddled him unceremoniously, not that he was complaining. Pat, having recovered, took her turn on sitting on his face, rubbing herself up and down his nose and tongue, and occasionally stopping to let his tongue do the work. Sue was doing her best to get satisfaction out of his cock, encouraging him to push up harder in response to her movements. At one point she sat back on his cock with Pat doing likewise on Paul's face (poor guy!). Both girls started tweaking each others nipples, and they were obviously hard and aroused. This took Sue over the top, for she does have sensitive nipples. She does like her nipples 'abused' in the nicest sense of the word. Pat was approaching another orgasm, while Sue was slowing after hers before she eventually climbed off Paul, going over to Pat and grabbing her tits and nipples and giving her them encouragement as she began violently bucking on Paul's face. I wish I could have been there to see the 50 year old fucking a young guy. As Pat climaxed a second time, Paul came up for air; not that he'd had much choice immediately before. They all smiled, and Sue could not help but laugh at Paul's extremely red face, not to so glistening with cunt juice. Referring to Paul's still hard cock, she asked "What are we going to do with that?" She promptly grabbed his cock and guided him to the foot end of the bed, and she then knelt on the bed so he could insert his cock in her doggy style whilst he was still standing. Certainly Paul wasn't about to complain! Sue told me should couldn't remember when she had last felt or been fucked by such a HARD cock. By all accounts I think Paul's sex tuition by Sue was paying off as he was slow and deliberate, making sure he got his entire length up her willing wet and sloppy cunt. As we guys know, we try very hard to make sure we last as long as possible before losing control. Pat, seeing this, didn't want to miss out either, so she knelt down next to Sue to await her turn with Paul's cock. She wasn't to be disappointed as Paul then withdrew from Sue and inserted himself into Pat, although this time though he was much more forceful, with the bed creaking under the power of his strokes. Pat and Sue were now both vocal in their encouragement, both sensing Paul's imminent orgasm. How much can a guy stand! Sure enough he unloaded in Pat, eventually collapsing on top of her. Sue, for her part, gently caressed his ass cheeks and fondled around his balls, joking and asking if he'd made sure they were completely empty THIS time. Much to Sue's surprise, once Paul had moved to rest on the bed Pat moved over to make sure his cock was completely clean by using her mouth. I think Sue surprised herself by almost instinctively moving her hand between Pat's legs to play with her clit, and Pat was complaining as she made sure Sue had better access. What a sexy cow Pat was turning out to be! Sue recalled how gooey Pat had felt, being almost tempted to replace her fingers with her tongue as globs of sexy goo emptied over her hand as Pat came a third time. As all were now sated, it was time for that coffee, and everyone wondered if the kettle had boiled yet? Sue went and got the drinks and a few biscuits as Pat & Paul made themselves tidy. Chatting over their drinks they all agreed it had been a nice birthday present and that they should do it again sometime. Pat said she couldn't wait; not that she had to wait too long, but that, as they say, is another story.