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The Other Men In My Life Ch. 01

By: sophiewilliams



I couldn't believe my eyes as what I thought I saw was my whole world falling apart, or rather my marriage. Rhys and I had been married only eight months. I knew things had become tough with the extra work he had been forced to take on, and I accepted the extra stress as the main reason behind our bedroom problems, but not this. "NOT THIS!" I screamed at the filth on the monitor.

I can't fully remember how I came across the stuff as I shopped for a new outfit for our up and coming city break to London. With all the extra hours Rhys had been doing at the office we deserved this break, he definitely deserved it. We needed it, our marriage needed it. 

As I opened one file, I was quickly led to another and another and another of my husband's dirty filth. Porn! All this time I worried about him, tried to relieve the stress. I tried romantic nights, massages, bubble baths, I dressed up for him, suggested role play, you name it I tried it, or so I thought. So it was here that I discovered how my loving, faithful husband relieved his stress. 

I felt humiliated, rejected, and worthless even, as I scrolled through clip after clip of different women being fucked in all sorts of positions, often by more than one guy. All the clips appeared amateur, these women allowed themselves to be filmed and posted on the net for other men, my husband to satisfy his needs instead of using me, his wife. 

Then there were the endless photos he had stored of "hot wives" and "shared slut wives." They appeared to be couples posting themselves or worse, husbands posting their wives with other men. 

But just when I thought he couldn't hurt me anymore I discovered a blog. It was my husband's blog, and it was all about me. There were several photos of me from different occasions. 

With my hand over my mouth I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks, I wanted to scream, go mad, but I couldn't. It felt as if a dagger had just been thrust into my heart. 

I recognised two photographs from the holiday where Rhys had proposed to me. It was Cyprus and my twenty-fourth birthday. The one photo showed me in a low cut yellow dress; Rhys loved it due the deep valley of cleavage it showed. He had posted it along with another one of me in a white bikini. I remembered the bikini but I didn't remember this particular shot. The white fabric appeared see-thru, the close up shot clearly showed my nipples protruding through the wet bikini, and then there was my "camel toe" as one blogger called it. 

Rhys, the man I trusted and loved more than anyone else in the world had been posting personal photos of me online for perverts to look at and comment on. I had been rated out of ten and commented on by hundreds of men. Although the comments had nothing but praise for me it still hurt deeper than anything. Next were photos of me in my wedding dress, another of me in my bridal lingerie. There were more bikini shots, this time from our honeymoon. By now I could see the bloggers were begging for nudity, as if Rhys had deliberately led them on. I hoped he hadn't, preyed he hadn't, that would be the ultimate betrayal. 

He had! The bastard had done it. There on the next page were two pictures of me topless and another of me naked on our honeymoon bed.

Leaving the computer on, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I gulped it down before pouring another and lighting a cigarette. The cigarette seemed to calm me some as I tried to clear my head about what to do. 

This was it I thought, eight months of marriage and out. My father warned me he was no good, said a thirty year old man had no business chasing after a twenty year old girl. But that's what he had done, and I fell for it, fell head over heels in love with him. Three and half years later we were engaged, eighteen months after that we were married and now at the age of twenty- seven I was facing a divorce.

That night he came home we had a blazing row. He accused me of over reacting which then led to several cups and plates being thrown in his direction. But once I cried out all my tears and stopped shouting we sat and drank wine. We still rowed and we both got angry but it was civilised and he began to explain the porn photographs and why he had done the blog. He explained the porn unintentionally led to the blog, and then guys begged for photos and he couldn't resist. 

As I listened to him confessing his fantasies I felt some relief that it was fantasy and that at least he hadn't been cheating on me. But the blog, the photos, personal photos of me on the internet without my permission were hard to accept. I admit that I did become slightly aroused listening to some of the comments men had written about me, but still.

Some were saying how beautiful and sexy they thought I was. Most of the men gave detailed and graphic descriptions of what they wanted to do to me while Rhys watched. I think Rhys sensed my arousal as he poured more wine and described how he longed to watch another man, a stranger seduce me. He wanted more than anything, he said, to see another man touching me as I half heartedly fended him off. He went into great detail of how he became harder than ever imaging these strangers stripping me naked, groping my tits and fingering my pussy. He wanted to watch me as I succumbed to my seducer, sank to my knees and took the strangers cock into my mouth before he fucked me.

It was near impossible not to become aroused, but thankfully he couldn't see my erect, aching nipples or smell my soaking wet snatch as I fought hard to keep a stern and pissed off look on my face. And I was pissed off, what if one of those men knew me? Recognised me from the photos? Did he think about that?

Rhys admitted it had crossed his mind but he felt sure it wouldn't come to that. "You're an idiot!" I shouted at him. "More like your cock and sordid fantasies got the better of you!" I screamed.

"Look, Sophie," he started before pausing, "I fucked up. I have a problem ok, I admit it. Maybe I need help or something but the fact is I have never been more aroused than when I think about you with other men."

"But I'm your bloody wife, Rhys!" I scolded him. "You're supposed to love me and protect me not flaming share me with the world." I lit a cigarette and shook my head in disbelief.

"So where do we go from here?" He asked, sadly.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "I really don't know."

"I love you, Sophie," he said grabbing my hand, "I love you more now than on the day we wed. I'll get help; I'll do anything to fix this I promise."

I looked at my husband, and for the first time that evening I could see the regret in his eyes. He knew he had hurt me, disrespected me, and broken my trust. 

This I guess was the first test of our marriage. I honestly did not know if we would survive it at this point.

Over the next few days and weeks the tension eased considerably between us. Rhys knew his addiction was not healthy, not only for our marriage but for him as a person. But I too realised that these fantasies would always be his fantasises in one form or another. As much as I wished I could, I knew he couldn't be re-programmed to think differently. I didn't want to sleep with other men for his needs, but I also knew that I had to find some way of letting this into our sex life. 

I felt a little guilty with the next step I took, but if this was going to work then I felt I had no choice. Rhys had given me no choice. In secret, I signed up to a free swinger's website that I found after searching for information on the subject. I filled out the profile giving a false name and location but I decided, for no real reason, to describe my looks and personality exactly as they were, even putting my marital status as married. 

On completing the profile I suddenly realised I had to upload a profile picture. Reading the rules it appeared the site was determined to weed out false profiles and time wasters. I had second thoughts as I only wanted to chat with couples and men who shared this fantasy with my husband. Then I remembered the photos of me that Rhys had uploaded on his blog, so I searched our photos and decided to upload the one of me in the yellow dress.

Once my profile was uploaded and fully active the messages were flying in faster than I could reply to them. Most were just stuff like:

"Hi, fancy a fuck?" And then leave me their mobile numbers. 

I quickly deleted these as my profile description specifically stated that "I was married with a husband who wanted to share me with other men, looking for genuine couples and single men to speak with." I quickly realised this was going to be hard work. 

In amongst the dumb messages I found some charming ones where the messenger displayed some intelligence and manners. I accepted those friend requests and replied to their messages. I fully explained my situation to a few people who appeared very genuine and sincere before one guy named Tommy, asked me to chat on MSN with him.

Tommy's profile and photos were nice and I thought he looked very sexy and handsome. He said he was single, twenty years older than me, making him forty-seven, and he didn't live too far away. He also confessed to sleeping with cheating wives and cuckold couples. He also had verifications on his profile page from other members who he had shared these experiences.

I looked through his "friends only" photos and I was impressed with his body, especially what with what lay between his legs, or rather what stood between his legs. He had ten years on my husband and he looked ten years younger and fitter.

Then I paused for a moment. I wasn't here for that, and to speak on MSN would mean giving him my e-mail address. Noting my long pause he sent me his e-mail address and explained that many profiles such as mine were really men posing as their wives. My stomach churned. Had Rhys done such a thing? Was I on some other site just like this one? I thought about that blog and became angry again.

Then I remembered, I needed to understand this and get my head around it, otherwise what future did Rhys and I have?

I replied to his email and requested to be his messenger friend. Talking through the swinger's site until we were up and running on MSN, I felt a sudden streak of excitement shoot straight up my spine as he told me to shut down the site as he wanted me all to himself on MSN.

We spoke a few sentences and I felt very flattered as he commented on my photos. I forgot about the photos I had on MSN. I only used it to speak to close friends; I had no strangers on there so I had no problem with them seeing those photos. 

My MSN profile picture was of me on my wedding day and I had some others of Rhys and me. There weren't any inappropriate ones, but still, I just carelessly gave this sexy stranger some personal information.

After about an hour of logging onto the computer I finally got down to asking the question I came here for, and I had two hours before Rhys would get home from work.

"What is it about a man wanting to watch his wife getting intimate with another man? Why is this so arousing?" I asked.

"I'm on the other side of the fence; I'm the bull rather than the cuck. Don't know if I could share any future girlfriend or wife, but even the cucks can't explain it." He replied.

I explained what Rhys had done and I how I felt about it and he was very supportive and gave me some sound and cautious advice before jokingly, or at least I think it was a joke, offering to "help us out."

"Thanks, but I don't think I could do it." I replied, chuckling at the monitor.

"Don't think you could do it? So you have considered it then? Thinking you couldn't do something suggests that there is a possibility? He said.

I could just imagine his cheeky grin. "Call it a mistake in my vocabulary then. I meant to say I won't do it!" I replied with a kiss on the end to let him know I wasn't annoyed.

"Being serious, Sophie, I think it's a combination of jealousy and lust that matches no other. Or perhaps it is just the thrill of getting to see the woman he loves, the woman he married, getting satisfied by someone new and thrilling, a stranger perhaps?" He said.

I considered his words and after a while I logged off promising to remain friends with him. I had no plans to correspond with him regularly or even at all if I'm honest, but I remained polite as he had done with me.

Was I convinced that I had my answer? Not really. Rhys had sort of said the same thing as he struggled to explain it to me the other night. Maybe there was no real answer. No real explanation, only theories from the experts who study human sexual behaviour.

Whatever the answer, it was clear that my husband fantasised about sharing me with other men and it was not likely to change anytime soon.

So, after speaking to Tommy on MSN, Rhys and I headed to London for our planned break with an extra spring in our steps. Whilst swinging and cuckolding weren't on the agenda, having a good time certainly was. 

We did speak more leading up to the trip as I didn't want it coming up and ruining the weekend. I accepted his fantasy and he accepted it would remain a fantasy.

The Friday we arrived in London we checked into our hotel, quickly got showered and then headed for the tube to see the sights. We had a lovely day and it felt like our honeymoon all over again as we cuddled and held hands around the city. That night we ate in the hotel and instead of going out Rhys suggested we order a bottle of champagne and make up for lost time. I smiled and readily agreed.

As we sipped the champagne and chatted I felt the warmth in Rhys return. I felt loved again. I knew he hadn't stopped loving me but I needed to feel it, feel it was still there burning fierce as ever. 

We hadn't had sex since this had blown up, and we hadn't had much sex before either, so I felt very nervous. Rhys sensed my uneasiness and moved to settle me. He gently spun me round so my back was to him as he brushed my hair aside and gently kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment as he tenderly moved to the sides of my neck. Moving my hands behind my back I reached for his belt and began to unbuckle him. With his pants finally undone I teasingly slid a hand inside his boxers and smiled as I felt his cock harden against my touch. It had been a long time since my touch wielded such powers and I suddenly felt wanted again.

Rhys whispered in my ear and nibbled my ear lobe as I freed his rock hard cock and began tugging on it. Taking the straps of my dress between his fingertips he gently and deliberately slid the thin black lace down my arms, not stopping until he had pulled it all the way down to reveal a matching black strapless bra. I gasped at his tenderness and felt the moisture leaking into my black lace panties.

Reaching for the sides of his pants I managed to shuffle them down over his waist, but no sooner had I heard them landing on the floor I felt his hands at the front of my chest, eagerly fumbling for the clasp between my firm breasts. As my bra joined his pants on the floor he roughly tugged my dress down my slender body before cupping and massaging my breasts, as if it were the first time he had ever touched them. 

His hands were warm and soft and I watched them as I looked down at where he groped. I once again reached for his cock, stroking him gently, stopping occasionally to scrape a nail along his sensitive shaft. He shuddered before sliding one of his hands into my black panties. Another shuddering groan escaped his lips, this time as I cupped his balls, and he felt how wet I was, how soaking wet I was for him. 

I turned to him and we kissed passionately, holding each other tightly. Rhys guided me towards the king-size bed and gently led me onto it before running his hands up and down my body. Every sensitive part he touched responded as if being charged electrically. Then my back arched as he unexpectedly grabbed my panties and yanked them off. His roughness forced me to lift my back and gasp as I felt the cool air of the room clash against the heat radiating from my wet, slick cunt. I was gagging by now and he knew it.

"Fuck me." I gasped. "Fuck me hard now, I need you inside me." I moaned.

Rhys slipped his hand between my legs and they fell open for him, letting him feel all around my inner thigh as he gently brushed past my soaking wet hole, without touching it at first. He then brushed past again and again, more forcefully each time, teasing my very sensitive clit with gentle rubs of a stray finger. He slid his fingers up and down my wet lips as he rubbed harder and harder on my clitoris. 

"Fuck!" I screamed, "Just slide your finger in, stop ... ohhh fuck ... stop teasing me." I pleaded.

"Just think, honey," he started to say.

"Yes?" I replied waiting for what he was going to say.

"I want you to imagine that I'm not your husband, I want you to picture another man. Ok?"

"Yes ... ok." I grunted. I hadn't really grasped what he was saying I just wanted to agree with him and get fucked.

"I'm sat in the corner ok, baby. I'm looking out for you as this stranger strokes your pussy. Is he good? Does he stroke your pussy the way you like?" He asked softly.

"Mmmmm ... oh fuck yeah ... mmm oh fuck me, Rhys just fuck me." I pleaded once more.

"I'm not Rhys!" He spat without slowing his hand movements. "I'm not your hubby, slut! I'm the guy you teased at the bar, remember?" He said, in a demanding tone."

"Yes! Fucking yes! Now please fuck me!" I screamed at him.

He leant in to kiss my breasts and whispered softly. "Seriously, Sophie, I want you to picture whoever you want, don't tell me who he is if you don't want to but picture him. Can you do that for me, Sophie?"

"Yes, I will."

"There's a good wife," he said still sucking on my nipple, "who is the guy you imagine with his fingers all over your pussy as you beg him to enter you ... hey ... who is it that's making you wet, Sophie?"

"That waiter ... the one at the restaurant." I confessed truthfully.

"Yes he liked looking down your top didn't he? His name was Angelo. Tell him, Sophie, tell Angelo what you need while your husband sits in the corner wanking his cock, watching his slut wife."

It was too much. I was about to cum and he knew it. "Fuck me Angelooooooo! ...ohhh ... fuck ... yes I'm coming." I wailed and screeched as he rammed two fingers hard up inside me. As the name Angelo slipped from my lips I felt two fingers roughly enter my swollen pussy, making me cum hard as they scraped, dug and rubbed the roof of my vagina.

Rhys gave me no chance to recover as he very quickly positioned the tip of his cock against my pulsating pussy and rubbed forcefully up and down the lips, coating his cock head with my fresh pussy juice.

"Yes, look at you bitch all open and displayed for another man, a stranger you just met. You want my cum, slut? You want Angelo's hard cock inside your married cunt, fucking you hard as your hubby watches. Tell me, slut, tell me how much you want Angelo's cock."

"Fuck ... me ... ohhh you bastard." I grinned and moaned as he slid his solid cock all the way inside me.

I was too wet for him to fully fill me up and make me scream so I rubbed my clit as usual and bucked against him as he fucked me for all he was worth. I told him what he wanted to hear, screaming Angelo as I reached my climax and for a moment I did picture him as I remembered his cute eyes peering down my dress as he served us wine. I could picture him now, peeling off my dress, forcing me to suck his cock before he finally enters me.

That night we fucked again in the shower and again in the bed. Never had we had sex more than once in a night. But every time I got sopping wet, Rhys would bring his fantasy into it. I didn't mind as it got him harder and hornier than ever, I see he wasn't lying after all. The following morning I was too sore to fuck again, but as Rhys sided up to me with his cock hard and eager I offered to suck him off instead.


The Other Men In My Life Ch. 01



"No." He said. "I want you to wank my cock slowly and tell me a story."

"What story?" I asked puzzled, before quickly realising.

"Tell me about the time you lost your virginity. I want to know how it happened." He said.

I giggled and took his throbbing cock in my hand. I stroked him gently as he settled back and closed his eyes. Luckily for him my first time was a pleasurable time. So I told him the truth and nothing but the truth.

After blowing his load all over my hand and the bed we showered, got dressed and headed for breakfast. Today was Saturday and we had a lot to do before tonight's Dirty Dancing show at the West End.

I had booked to have my hair and nails done in the afternoon so we spent the morning shopping for clothes and in particularly a new outfit that I could wear to the show. I had brought something nice just in case, but this was London so I wanted something special and brand new. I enjoyed trying on different outfits for my husband as he got turned on watching me parade in front of him and the male assistant.

"Shame he was gay." He joked, as I shook my head at him and chuckled.

Eventually we picked a nice dark red strapless dress that hugged my figure beautifully. I felt like a film star in it as its expensive fabric showed off my pert rear and breasts. Without a bra, I loved the classy and not slutty way the dress pushed my bust securely up and outwards, giving an inviting view of my cleavage, which many men in the theatre that night took full advantage of.

The show was fantastic. I loved every minute of it and despite not being a huge fan of the film, Rhys enjoyed it to. It was only ten-thirty when we left the show so we headed into a bar for a few drinks.

Once we got back to the hotel lobby we decided to take advantage of the late night bar as I had a light buzz in my head that wanted more alcohol. I felt good, like being on holiday.

Whilst sipping back more wine we struck up a conversation with a salesman who happened to sell wine. He was a nice and very funny man with his cockney accent. He was much older than us at fifty-nine, but that didn't stop him making us laugh with his jokes and crazy stories about the East End, where he was born and raised. You would have thought he was about to turn thirty not sixty the way he was going on.

After an hour or so, and a few more glasses of red wine, the bar closed and he asked us if we fancied sampling some of the his wine up on his balcony.

"A few sample bottles here and there don't hurt anyone." He joked.

I was unsure as we had to check out by eleven the following morning, but since we were having such a good time with him I allowed Rhys to twist my arm.

His room was very similar to ours but he had a balcony. At an extra cost of a hundred pounds a night the hotel could keep it I thought, although it did look lovely overlooking the city.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" I asked our host.

"Knock yourself out gorgeous," he replied, "just use the balcony."

Stepping out onto the balcony I realised for the first time just how drunk I was as the cool summer breeze hit me in the face. Lighting my cigarette I gazed out at the bright lights of London and smiled. It had been a lovely weekend and all thoughts of mine and Rhys' problems couldn't be further away as he joined me on the balcony with two glasses of red wine.

The sales guy, who I'm ashamed to say I can't remember his name, did explain about the wines and their origins but I didn't really pay attention. I couldn't think straight after a few more glasses.

I mainly stayed out on the balcony with the breeze, smoking cigarettes and sipping my wine while Rhys and the sales guy walked back and forth talking about their work, football and drink.

I wasn't sobering up, but as I wasn't really drinking anymore either I felt I wasn't getting worse. My husband on the other hand was becoming very drunk, but as he was really enjoying the company of the sales guy I said nothing.

Unsure if it was just my imagination, due to the amount of wine pumping round my blood stream, I felt I was being constantly watched by our host. He was always polite and friendly and the looks he gave me in the bar were no different than any other girl gets from a guy. But here in his room his eyes appeared to linger longer than normal as he spoke to my husband. When he came near me he spoke to my cleavage or legs rather than my face, something I hate in a man.

Maybe he was drunk? Maybe I was too drunk? Maybe it was time for bed?

"Oh come on, Sophie, we got plenty of time." Rhys moaned when I asked if we could leave.

"Yeah, come on, Sophie," the sales guy chipped in, "you need another drink, darling. You stop drinking you fall asleep." He went on.

As the sales guy poured me a large glass of Rose and handed it to me my husband became obnoxious.

"The last time my wife had Rose she gave me a blowjob at her friends party." He sniggered.

He clearly didn't notice my piercing gaze as he went on.

"Remember, honey, it was New Years Eve and you let me cum on you're ..."

"Ok, Rhys!" The sales guy jumped in. "I can't let you embarrass your beautiful wife." He then leaned closer and whispered so only I could hear. "However tempting it is."

I smiled meekly and sipped my wine as I sat on the side of the bed facing the open balcony door. Rhys apologised blaming the wine before he walked over to the balcony door, shut it and then sat in the big chair in the corner of the room.

Saying nothing the sales guy sat next to me on the bed and complimented me on my dress. Being taller, I noticed his eyes gazing straight into my cleavage as I turned to thank him.

"You're very welcome, gorgeous." He said, taking a gulp of his wine without removing his eyes from my chest. "Your wife is very beautiful, Rhys."

"Amen to that." He replied, raising his glass as if to toast me.

Rhys didn't seem to notice the sales guy as he continued with his overly polite but respectful compliments. I wasn't quite sure what shocked me more when the guy casually lifted the pendant on my necklace with his fingers, my husband for simply watching him as he continued his conversation about our weekend, or the sales guy for touching it?

Seeing the look of shock on my face the sales guy smirked and asked me about the pendant. I explained briefly its family history and he seemed genuinely interested as he listened with his eyes looking into mine. I had always felt proud about the pendants history, and if I'm honest I felt a little turned on by his reaction. I couldn't explain it; it was just that for the first time he took interest in me as a person.

He continued complimenting me as his fingers let go of my necklace, and then he traced the tips of his fingers across my collar bone and down my arm.

I looked at my husband for help, a response to what this man was doing, but he sat watching as he slouched in the chair. His eyes appeared half open before I turned back to the sales guy and looked with pleading eyes for him to stop.

He began to tell me how beautiful I was, that he wished he had married someone as pretty and sexy as me when he was younger. I wanted to tell him to stop touching me but I couldn't find the words as he was being so nice and tentative.

I blamed the drink and my husband for my remaining still and silent as he moved his hand round to my back and began tracing the tips of his fingers very slowly up my spine. It tickled and sent sparks of electricity throughout my body, and I closed my eyes briefly before opening them again to look at my husband. His position hadn't changed and my silent cry for help was ignored again, but I knew he was watching, he wasn't feigning sleep.

By now the fingertips of his left hand had reached the top of my dress, below my shoulder blades. He delicately took the small zip between his fat fingers and held it for a moment. I looked up at him and he smiled before leaning down, and he gently kissed the top of my shoulder and arm. 

It suddenly felt very seductive as I looked once again at my husband for help. He was now sat up with a drink in one hand and the other rubbing his crotch. He must have noticed that my face was not a happy one. Inside my head I was screaming for help, for this man to stop, for my husband to stop this madness. But my body was betraying me, this man was waking my senses, and then I felt it.

Slowly, very, very slowly I felt the zip being pulled down my back. His kisses remained gentle and sensitive but as the zip inched down, so his kisses worked their way up my arm, onto my shoulder and then up to my neck. I looked at my husband, still searching for a way out of this, and then I felt the tightness of the dress around my body begin to ease as the zip was being pulled down. I could feel his fingers as the zip finally reached my lower back. I looked down at my chest and saw that the dark red fabric now sat loosely on top of my breasts. One sudden movement, one quick jolt and I would bare my breasts.

I waited anxiously with my eyes now closed, waiting for the next move, hoping he would stop and I would suddenly wake from this erotic nightmare. That my husband would come to his senses and drag me out of here.

Then I felt his free hand touch my face and my eyes opened as he turned my head towards his and he kissed me on the lips. I could taste the wine on his breath and it tasted nice as my lips parted and allowed his tongue into my mouth. For a moment all thoughts of my husband evaporated as we sat there for a short while kissing. His tongue was soft and gentle at first, but then it became more passionate and I knew the gusset of my panties was getting wet.

I sat there, arms at my sides, submissively kissing a man I didn't even know. I was turned on but nervous, and then thoughts of my husband watching us returned and I quickly pulled away. I looked at Rhys who now had his pants undone with a hand inside rubbing himself. I can't describe how I felt at that moment; I wanted to cry as my body pulled me in two different directions.

Suddenly it all seemed too late as I felt my dress fall from my body stopping at my waist. Gasps from the sales guy and my husband filled the room instantly. I looked again at my husband and watched as he took out his rock hard cock and started stroking it, as if not acknowledging me as his wife. I felt a tear run down my cheek.

"It's ok, Sophie, I won't hurt you." The sales guy whispered as he kissed my neck and wiped away the tear.

"Please ... I can't do this ... I don't want to do this ... I'm married" I started to say, finally finding the courage to speak, but not quite enough to walk out.

He must have sensed my emotions I thought, but then he cupped one of my breasts and gently started caressing it before moving onto the other one. Still kissing my neck he worked his way up to my cheek all the while caressing and massaging my breasts. 

This time I turned my head without his help and welcomed him into my mouth. I tried to block out the morality of what was happening to me and concentrated on how much I was enjoying the kiss. He was a great kisser, better than my husband, softer, gentler and very sensual.

His gentle touch was short lived though, as a few moments of kissing passionately had turned his caresses into forceful gropes, taking one breast and then the other into his sweaty palms as his kisses slowly turned to pants for breath.

He guided me backwards gently until I was lying flat on my back on the bed; his hands never left my sensitive and swollen breasts.

"God, you're beautiful." He said raggedly.

His panting turned to grunts of excitement as he drew one hand away and slid it straight down and under into the crumpled mess that was my dress around my waist. He fumbled under the dress before finding the thin elastic band of my matching red panties. And when he found it he forced his tongue deep into my mouth like some crazed maniac.

Knowing where his hand was about to go I felt a sudden wave of excitement wash over me, and then he slid his hand inside my panties, cupped my pussy and started massaging. He teased me for a few moments before he finally slid a finger, quickly followed by another two, into my body. He finger fucked me slow and deep, as far as his fingers could reach. 

His probing fingers forced me to breathe heavily and I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I bucked my hips slowly, matching the gentle rhythm of his fingers as my need grew closer and closer. He took me right to the brink of orgasm before suddenly pulling his hand and then head away from me. I looked up at him desperately, my eyes pleading for him to carry on and make me come.

He stared at me like some sort of possessed animal and smiled. I could see how much he wanted me and I think I returned the same look, wanting him to fuck me there and then on his hotel bed in front of my husband.

I remained silently still, but for my exposed breasts rising and falling as I panted for breath. He stood up and I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Our eyes never left each other's as I continued to watch him undress.

He wasn't a handsome man with his balding head and fat beer belly, or in his case wine belly. He had that constant red, blood vessel popped, face look a person gets when they drink too much alcohol in their lives. He wasn't particularly hairy, thank god, but the lack of it didn't improve him either. He was average height I'd say, slightly shorter than my husband but much fatter and unhealthy looking. But however he looked, I found myself drunk and extremely turned on. I would deal with the reasons why when I had a clear head.

Out the corner of my eye I noticed my husband was now sat up in the chair, trousers around his ankles still stroking his cock slowly, as if saving his load until the end. He could have cum already for all I knew.

My thoughts of my husband were quickly quashed as this, near sixty year old naked sales guy grabbed my dress and yanked it down my legs. His tugs were so urgent and forceful that I thought he would damage the expensive material, as he also pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. We both giggled childishly before he finally pulled it off, leaving me in just my soaking wet red lace panties and red heels.

With my dress gone I could see his cock properly for the first time. I had no idea if it was big as I hadn't felt it when we were kissing. My husband is an average six inches with a nice girth and the sales guy looked not much bigger, maybe an inch but no more than that. His cock was also shaped like a banana, curving upwards. 

I gasped when I saw it and tried to hide my excitement as I looked and appreciated his odd shaped cock. I had seen sex toys shaped like that for a ladies g-spot, but I had never seen or heard of someone having a cock like it in real life. 

"Sit up and come here, Sophie." He said firmly.

I did as he asked and more. I took his cock firmly in my tiny hand and instantly noticed that it was longer and fatter than my husband's. Smiling at the shape again I stroked it.

"Fuck, yeah." He gasped, lifting onto his tippy toes and then back down again.

I watched my red polished nails as my hand worked his cock back and forth; I loved the way my hand curved up and down his cock as I stroked him. Not being too tall the sales guy reached down and cupped my breasts before rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. I felt my pussy start to pulsate as more juice seeped into my panties. I was so turned on I stood up and removed my panties with one hand, whilst still stroking his cock. As I bent down to pull my panties over my knees and shoes he jerked forwards poking me in the face with his cock. I looked at him and smiled but he continued jabbing at me to open my mouth.

After removing my panties I sat back down on the edge of the bed, ignoring my husband's movements in the corner of the room and started to rub slowly and hard at my clit. I opened my legs wide and the sales guy commented on my shaven cunt. I felt incredibly hot and dirty when he called it that and I began to rub vigorously. 

"Come on, Sophie, suck my cock." He hissed, still jabbing his cock towards my face.

"No, I ... I wont ... do that." I moaned keeping him at bay as I concentrated on my impending orgasm.

As I hadn't planned anything I decided at this point I would bring us both off. Once we had both climaxed we would suddenly see sense and perhaps feel ashamed and go our separate ways. Despite enjoying everything he had done to me I never had any intentions of letting him fuck me or use my mouth. The man was bald, fat, and old enough to be both my father and grandfather. 

"What are you doing?" He said in frustration, "Put it in your fucking mouth I want to feel those lips around my cock."

"Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned at his words.

"You like that bitch?" He went on. "You like having a dirty old man telling you to suck his cock while you rub your cunt, your dirty stinking cunt!"

"Ohhhhhh fucking hell ... ohhh gods help me!" I screamed as my orgasm gripped me tighter than anything I had ever experienced previously whilst masturbating.

I then let go of his cock and fell back onto the bed, my body was tingling and burning as if it were on fire. With my eyes closed and my body trembling I suddenly felt someone between my legs spreading them wide apart. I opened my eyes to find the sales guy, my mind had gone blank, and he was there on his knees licking my pussy. I was so wet I could hear the slurping sounds as he lapped up the juices from my orgasm. It felt amazing. 

My body arched and I grabbed a pillow to cover my face as his tongue probed inside the folds of my hole, licking and teasing my lips. He obviously knew what he was doing I thought, as he stayed away from my overly sensitive clit. One touch of that now and he would ruin it all. I always found the sensation after orgasm unbearable.

My eyes were rolling around my head so fast I had to close them and try to calm myself down. I couldn't keep still but the sales guy had a tight grip on my hips, legs over his shoulders with the heels of my shoes digging into his back. He wasn't letting me go anywhere. My skin was still hot and tingly and I felt sweaty all over. 

Once my orgasm had subsided I could concentrate on the red hot tongue that was probing my pussy. I forgot where I was again as he slid his fingers straight inside me and started fucking me harder than before. In and out, in and out he went never slowing down as he matched the speed with his tongue.

Then it returned. The burning hot fever deep inside me suddenly coursed through my body without warning. There was no slow build up. As he ploughed and lapped at my pussy with his fingers, I suddenly shuddered into another explosive orgasm, practically trapping his fingers inside me. My pussy pulsated violently, clamping hard around his fat digits as my hot sticky juice squirted onto his tongue and bed sheets.

Once my body relaxed the waves of pleasure drifted away. I had never felt so light and relaxed before. My body sank into the large mattress and I removed the pillow from my face to allow for some much needed air. I exhaled a loud gasp of satisfaction up at the ceiling, closed my eyes and I was gone.

I had forgotten where I was and who I was with for a few moments until suddenly, I felt my legs being raised and pulled forwards. Perhaps I was dreaming. I hoped. Perhaps it was my husband? But then he was on top of me. He was heavy and fat and the thought was a sobering one.

"No, what are you doing." I shrieked, opening my eyes.

Distracted by movement in the corner of the room I turned to see my husband stumbling to his feet. The sales guy now had my backside on the edge of the bed with his hands firmly on my hips keeping me in place and my legs spread wide over his arms. I saw that my husband was still stroking his cock as he moved to the end of the bed and stood to watch us.




The Other Men In My Life Ch. 01



"Rhys!" I screamed at him.

"You look so fucking hot, honey." He drunkenly grunted, his cock in his hand.

Everything happened so fast I just couldn't stop it. I later questioned if I really wanted it too. The three of us were drunk and it was clear that these two were in no fit state to listen to me. If I hadn't cum twice already I would have been eager to get him inside me, but I was no longer horny for this pig who was thrusting his cock at the warmth between my legs while my husband watched on with excitement. I suddenly felt sick. I suddenly felt ashamed.

I looked back towards the sales guy. His eyes were lingering on my body and I knew he would enter him.

"Are you a prick tease, Sophie?" he asked with a cocky grin.

Not intentionally I thought, as he held me down with one hand firmly on my right hip. With his free hand he grabbed his cock and positioned himself at my entrance. I was still wet from a few moments ago and unsure about what I wanted, but then I gave him my answer.

"Put a condom on." I told him, looking into his eyes. 

"Shit! We have some in our room. Shall I go and get one?" My husband offered, stupidly. This guy would never give us the time to do that. I thought. 

"I wasn't asking you." I said, keeping my eyes on the sales guy "Get a condom." I repeated.

He leaned forward and caused me to spasm as he rubbed his cock up and down my slit.

"No," he replied, "If I'm going to fuck you, I want to feel you."

"Shit!" My husband gasped, as if he was about to shoot his load.

"I'm not ... on the pill." I said, trying to conceal the increase of my breathing.

He said nothing as he continued to rub against my lips. We both knew how wet I had become and the heat inside my womb had reignited.

"Put a condom ..."

"Enjoy the ride." He grinned, before plunging his cock deep inside me.

"Oh fuck." I moaned as the upward curve of his cock rubbed right along the roof of my vagina, touching every millimetre of my g-spot.

"Don't cum inside me, ok." I begged.

He grinned as he ignored me, enjoying the power he held over me as he fucked me in front of my husband.

The sales guy was right; it did feel so much better without a condom. Since I came off the pill last year, Rhys and I had been using condoms. I forgot what it was like to feel a bare cock sliding skin on skin against my quivering walls. 

Then all my fears seemed to disappear as the thought of this stranger inside me without protection became erotic. I didn't want him to cum inside me but the risk was now electrifying and sent me over the edge.

"Ohhh, fuck, yes, yes," I moaned. My orgasm began immediately. "Ohhh, fuck, I'm cumming already. Yes ... ohhh fuck yeah."

Suddenly my husband climbed onto the bed and started groping my tits whilst he wanked his cock inches above me.

When my spasms and contractions subsided I began to breathe slightly normal, but as the sales guy continued to fuck me I felt another orgasm building. The pressure his curved tip created inside me was relentless. It was almost too much.

"Fuck ... I'm going to cum again." I groaned, thrashing about on the lovely cock inside me.

"Still want that condom?" The sales guy sniggered, speeding up his thrusts.

"Don't cum in me; I'm not on the pill." I repeated. "Ohhh ... fuck what ... the fuck is happening?" I gasped wildly as I experienced my very first multiple orgasm.

"Stop ... I need a rest ... please stop." I begged.

They both laughed, but no sooner had the sales guy removed his throbbing cock from my body, he had me bent over onto all fours shoving his tool back inside me. He was deeper this time and better. He fucked me with the same vigour as before but when he grabbed my hair and started shouting obscenities I felt it again.

"Oh, that's it, Sophie," he moaned, "That's it you dirty whore. Yeah, give me that juicy cunt of yours; fuck me with your cunt in front of your hubby. "Give me your fucking cunt!"

I knew he was close to shooting his load and that if I let him carry on he would shoot it inside me. I didn't trust him, but that only made it all the more exciting.

"Don't cum inside me," I reminded him. Although I think it was more for my benefit than his.

I pushed back as hard as I could, grinding my pussy into his cock with every powerful thrust, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside me. I needed to cum again; I desperately need that last orgasm, but before I could get it, I was suddenly flipped back over onto my back and he wasted no time in slamming his cock back inside me. Fuck it was amazing.

Once again I had forgotten my husband until he knelt over me again, wanking his cock furiously. 

"Rhys, don't let him cum inside me." I pleaded with grunts as I looked up at him. I meant it. I really didn't want him to cum inside me.

"Let him," He whimpered.

"I'm going to give it to you deep, deep inside your precious, fertile womb." He added aggressively, 

Just as he said it he started to cum. "Ohhhhhh, yeah fucking take it you bitch," He grunted, "I'm filling your married cunt with cum."

I panicked inside and it must have been all over my face too as the sales guy smiled and grunted with each squirting thrust. I felt every pulse of his swollen cock as he emptied his balls into my womb. 

Then suddenly I felt a hot jet of liquid land on my face, quickly followed by a second and third landing across my breasts. I looked to my side to see my husband stroke the last few jets of cum out of his cock and onto my breasts.

"Fuck that was awesome." My husband sighed, satisfied.

"Yeah, that's one hell of a bird you got mate." The sales guy added.

"Are you both fucking insane?" I spat at the two of them as I quickly stood up and pushed them away from me. "What if I'm pregnant?"

"I thought you were fucking joking!" The sales guy panicked. "You mean you really aren't on the pill?"

"No, I'm not on the pill." By now I had scrambled back into my dress and was heading for the exit. I didn't turn back to look at the guy who may have just impregnated me, I only called my husband and left. 

As I walked back towards my own room I suddenly felt his seed inside me, seeping out slowly and trailing down the inside of my leg. In a state of panic I realised I had left my underwear behind.



The Other Men In My Life Ch. 02



I was so relieved when my pregnancy and STI tests came back negative. I could finally get on with my life. But for my husband he just thought we could get on with swinging. He kept going on about his desires and sexual fantasies, telling me what happened that night in the hotel was not my fault and how it had been the most exciting night of his life.

I have to admit as we discussed that night in great detail I became extremely aroused. I felt myself getting wet as he talked about how the sales guy removed my dress, touched me and then fucked me. I remembered how I came three times, including a multiple orgasm.

So, as the weeks progressed we talked more about the experience and my husband's fantasies. I thought I knew him. I thought it was only a fantasy that had turned into an addiction to porn. How wrong I was I thought as I found myself getting more and more turned on with his wild imagination, with the ways in which he described me acting with other men.

I had to question whether or not he still loved me and more importantly if our marriage could survive such a lifestyle. Were we emotionally strong enough to cope? I guess that night with the sales guy answered most of our questions. Once I had the all clear my husband became insatiable. I had refused to let him anywhere near me up until that point, blaming him for what had happened. Of course I knew it was much my fault as my husbands, but it took a while before I could admit to myself that I had enjoyed it, let alone admit it to anybody else.

When we did resume having sex it was explosive. I was nervous at first, full of guilt for what we had done; for what I had done and I couldn't relax. But my husband insisted that nobody was to blame and that deep down I wanted it as much as he did.

I began to convince myself that he was right and this is wanted I wanted. To have sex with other men for my husband's pleasure, for our pleasure. The thought started to excite me, even alone I would think about the endless possibilities.

Sometimes my husband would grab me unexpectedly and start tearing my clothes off as he went off on one of his fantasies. The tone of his voice, the touch of his hands, his words, oh his words would hit me straight between the legs and I couldn't help but want what he was saying.

It was a three or four months after that night in the hotel, with the sales guy, when my husband sat me down and suggested we should take the next step for real. He told me he no longer wanted it to be about fantasises, and he couldn't get that night out of his head. I was nervous when he spoke, but also aroused as I confessed how I felt about it all. He had created a need inside of me, a want, a desire; a hunger that I felt must not be left to fester. 

We went to bed that evening and fucked each other's brains out. There was no talk of swinging or fantasies it was just pure raw sex. We grunted like animals and when he bent me over doggy style to finish us both off I closed my eyes and imagined it was somebody else filling me with their hot seed.

However, before agreeing to sleep with another man I laid down some rules first. If I were to sleep with other men it had to be safe. My husband agreed and promised to make sure he was always in a fit state to stop any situation from going too far. I told him alcohol must not be allowed to govern our emotions, if we do this it's because we are in control. Of course some situations would inevitably involve drinking but being too drunk would be wreck less. 

Being safe obviously included safe sex so the following morning I made an appointment to see my doctor and I started back on the pill. Rhys and I had been using condoms because we didn't yet want any children, and after twelve years of being on the pill I wanted to give my body a break. But if we were going to do this, I couldn't risk a condom splitting and falling pregnant.

The first step we took was to sign up to a swinger's website. Rhys had found one which thankfully wasn't the one I had signed up to when I was doing a bit of digging around on the subject. I thought about telling him but then I found myself unable to. I couldn't explain it at the time but I decided to keep it to myself, including my MSN friend, Tommy.

I hadn't been on MSN or that website since the first time I was there, and I had no intentions of doing so either, but I decided it was for the best not to let Rhys know, considering all the shit I had given him about his porn. When I had a moment alone I planned to log on and delete both Tommy and my website account.

The website we used wasn't too dissimilar to the one I had joined. Layout was pretty much the same and we were bombarded with guys and some couples requesting to be our friends and the guys didn't mess about in telling us what they wanted to do to me, especially when we put a few faceless sexy photos up.

We spoke to some of the couples and shared our experience, but this was purely about Rhys watching me with another man. He did ask if I would sleep with a woman but I told him straight that I wasn't going down that road, even if I did have the occasional fantasy. A lot of the guys seemed to get turned on by the idea of fucking me in front of Rhys and we spent several evenings touching and pleasuring each other whilst we spoke to these guys. 

Eventually we found several guys I thought were suitable and we began corresponding with them for a few weeks. We spoke with two guys on the phone before agreeing to meet one of them in person. He said he was divorced and lived alone and that we were more than welcome to visit him. 

We considered a hotel, paying two ways and he was up for that, but a decent hotel where we would not be thought of as a seedy couple would cost more than it was worth. My husband convinced me it would be safe so we opted to go to this other guy's house instead.

It was a Friday night in November and I remember it being very cold. The guy we agreed to meet was called Mike and he was thirty seven years old. He was a little taller than my husband from his description and he was handsome with dark hair. He had a nice body, toned but not muscular. I was ashamed to admit it but the main reason we, or rather I, had chosen him as a potential meet was all down to the naked photo he sent us of him with his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. He claimed it to be eight inches and I could see it was thick. 

My husband's jealousy was about to be tested I thought, but he appeared more excited than me. Mike welcomed us into his home taking our coats and giving us a glass of wine each. He then led us into his lounge which seemed very clean and tidy, and the room smelt nice with scented candles centred on his coffee table. My husband and I sat down and Rhys smiled nodding towards the TV. I looked to the corner of the room and suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.

Appropriately or inappropriately I couldn't decide as I briefly watched two men stripping naked a young girl on the forty inch screen. I couldn't believe I had missed it on the way in, and Mike apologised for being cheesy before Rhys told him it was quite alright.

I was wearing a short red dress with matching heels and underwear. I didn't wear any stockings but Mike later commented on how impressed he was with my matching strapless lace bra and panty set. 

With the room dimly lit and some porn quietly developing on the TV we knocked back a couple of glasses of red wine before Mike suggested we go upstairs. By now the porn film was in full swing and having watched some young woman having two studs fuck the hell out of her I was ready for my own bit of fun.

The three of us went upstairs into Mike's bedroom and I was impressed with the cleanliness of his home. Although we were there to fuck not inspect his hygiene levels it made me feel more comfortable.

Mike turned a bedside lamp on and jumped onto the bed. Rhys and I stood still for a moment looking at each other for directions before Mike suddenly told my husband to undress me. As Rhys followed his instruction I watched Mike as he started to undress himself, eagerly stripping off his clothes before he was naked with his legs spread stroking his big thick cock. 

By the time he was naked my husband had me down to my underwear, my breasts swelling over the top of my bra as he gently caressed my body. I was tingling all over and my pussy was wet as I watched Mike playing with his rock hard cock.

He kept playing with himself as my husband groped me and removed my underwear. I could hear his ragged breathe on my neck as he stripped me for this stranger.

"Play with her tits, Rhys." Mike ordered. 

My husband unclasped my bra and before it had fallen to the floor he had his hands round the front of my body cupping and squeezing my sensitive bust. I kept my eyes firmly on Mike, my gaze dancing between his eyes and his cock. 

"Now feel her cunt," he demanded, "tell me how wet she is for my cock."

A soft whimper escaped my lips as his crude words seemed to echo around the room. Mike told us on the phone he had had a few experiences with cuckold couples and that he would see we got what we came for. Rhys was beside himself with excitement. He quickly slid his hands down the side of my body, gently gliding his hands over my curves and Mike groaned as he watched my husband sliding my tight panties down my smooth legs, revealing my freshly shaven pussy. Mike was now stroking his cock a little faster, and as I watched him masturbate he watched my husband finger fuck me for a few minutes before telling him to bring me over to him.

It was so erotic, and as my husband held my hand and walked me to the side of the bed I quickly slid my hand between his legs to make sure he was rock hard. He was, groaning into my ear as I squeezed his bulge through his trousers. 

My husband sat me down on the bed and then went and sat in the chair that Mike had purposely put in the corner for him. Once he was seated Mike turned me so I was facing him and reached between my legs with his right hand. He groaned as soon as he felt how wet I was. I turned my head around then whispered in his ear. "I want you inside me."

I was so horny and I could tell Mike was gagging for it too. I took a hold of his cock and gently slid my hand up and down the shaft, feeling it throb in my grasp. I then looked him in the eye, ran my tongue seductively round my lips, wetting them with my saliva before lowering my head into his lap and taking as much of his cock as I could swallow. He groaned, gripped my head and forced his cock deeper down my throat. After a few minutes of sucking, slurping and stroking his juicy thick cock I was gagging to be fucked. 

My husband came over to the bed reached into his pocket and took out a condom which he handed to me. "Put it on with your mouth." Mike told me.

I tore open the foil wrapper and leaned over to Mike as he grabbed my swaying breasts again. I moved back into position and placed the rubber on the end of his cock using my hands. Like a pro I squeezed the tip to get the air out and continued using my fingers until I got it past the ridge. I then placed my lips around his shaft and very slowly pushed against the rolled up condom.

I was planning to just roll the whole thing on, but—Oh. My. God—the taste! I felt like I was eating...well, a condom! I improvised by pulling away for a moment and licking his balls while I used my hand to roll the condom on a bit more. Then after I prepared myself for the taste, I put my mouth around his cock again and pushed the condom on until it was fully unrolled.

I looked at Mike once I had finished and his cheeky grin told me he was impressed. It was the first time I had ever done it. I pulled myself up onto my knees and straddled Mike as his hands rubbed my legs and groped my breasts. I leaned forward and he put his face between my breasts, licking them before sucking hard on my nipples. I sat on top of him and took his rubber clad cock in my hand, guiding him inside me. 

I wanted to turn around and watch my husband, show him the pleasure on my face, but Mikes cock had stretched me so much that I just simply placed my hands on his chest and started to move my body up and down. I went slowly at first. Easing his length inside me as my pussy contracted to accommodate his size.

We fucked like this for a while, forgetting about my husband until Mike told me to bend over and face him. I got onto my hands and knees on the bed and Mike entered me from behind. I can only imagine what my face must have looked like as eight, thick solid inches of another man's cock filled my tight pussy. The lights were still on, which made me a tad self-conscious about Mike having a prime view of my rear, but I appeased that anxiety by turning my head around and making eye contact with him. We kept our eyes locked until he came. And when he did, he leaned forward so he was on top of me. I flattened my body out so I was no longer on my hands and knees. I turned back to look at my husband as Mike lunged wildly on top me, pushing me hard into the mattress as he filled the condom with his load deep inside me.

We chose not to stay in contact with Mike or with any of the others actually, as Rhys insisted on it being with a new guy every time. He didn't want to risk any guys becoming emotionally involved with me or allow me to get used to a certain guy. It may sound selfish and one sided but I agreed with my husband, after all I could have quite easily gotten used to Mike and his big cock.

For six months we continued like this, meeting like minded guys on the internet, sometimes going to their house, sometimes a hotel. Not once did we ever take a man back to our home. We both agreed it was too close for comfort. Like a drug it became addictive, meeting two guys a month for sex. 

Sometimes we had drinks and a chat beforehand, other times it was straight in, get down and dirty and then back out again. It was fun, we enjoyed it. Not all meets worked out the way we hoped of course. Some guys got nervous as by now I was confident and no longer shy about fucking in front of my husband.

But like any addiction, keep doing the same thing over and over and you get used to it. Your mind gets used to it and it no longer stimulates you the way it did in the beginning. 

To make matters worse, for me anyway, Rhys was promoted and sent to another office thirty miles away. This meant he spent a lot of the working week in a hotel and on weekends he was too tired to do anything. It was nice in the beginning because it meant the time we spent together was our time and "wife watching" as he loved to call it took a bit of a back seat for a while.

Although it was nice to have a break from swinging I couldn't handle having no sex at all as Rhys worked away. To cope with the boredom and sudden lack of sexual excitement I started watching porn. Ironic I know but hey, what can I say? I frequently visited the swinger's website that I was supposed to delete months ago, but I didn't plan to meet anybody I just enjoyed the cyber sex. During the time Rhys and I had been swinging I had also been corresponding with Tommy on MSN. I had no intentions of meeting him I just enjoyed the private time.

I loved teasing Tommy with all the saucy details but I don't think he actually believed me as he always asked for evidence and I didn't have any. That's another thing Rhys and I agreed on, no filming or photographing our antics.

One night during the week I was getting drunk on a bottle of wine when I decided to have a bit of fun online. I went onto the website that didn't include Rhys and started chatting to some guys. It always turned me on how quickly I could arrange to meet and fuck a complete stranger if I wanted to. But as much as I always fantasised about it I couldn't imagine doing anything without Rhys. 

I was chatting to a guy for a while when Tommy popped up and asked if we could talk on MSN. I agreed and very quickly I had a hand inside my panties messaging Tommy back and forth. I had always been very straight with Tommy, telling him not to ask me to cam, speak on the phone or send photos and definitely don't ask to meet. I threatened to delete and block him if he did. I found most of the men on the web to be such pains in the arse; most of them really didn't have a clue when it came to cyber fun with genuine women. 

Anyway, Tommy was good as gold and we had hours of cyber chat, fun and sex. But on this particular night I decided I needed more. I needed to up the ante so to speak.

"Do you want to go on cam?" I asked him.

"I thought you don't cam?" He replied.

"I'll only ask once!" I replied, with a smile on my face.

Once we were on cam we were both already half naked masturbating, so there wasn't much seductive foreplay to be had. I told him how impressed I was with his cock and he started to stroke it a little faster, as if he was polishing a length of pipe or something, whilst I removed my nightdress and underwear.

"Can I ask you something?" He said.

"Of course you can." I replied.

"You must be honest with me." He wrote.

"I will. I promise." I said.

"Tell me your ultimate fantasy. What do you desire sexually above everything else?" He asked.

"Honestly? I fantasise about being forced, blackmailed, made to do things I don't want to do, only to find that really I do want it." I told him.

"Do you want to be controlled?" He asked further. "Yes. In my fantasy." I said.

"Why keep it in your fantasy? Why not experience it for real?" He suggested.

By now I had two fingers deep inside my pussy and I was frantically fucking myself. As I watched Tommy stroke his cock I went into detail about the scenarios that ran through my head when I thought about my darkest fantasies. I hadn't even shared them with my husband before.

That night I came so hard talking to Tommy that our cyber fun became a regular thing. Each night after work I would log on and we would spend four or five hours talking and masturbating. It turned me on so much, masturbating live with a man I had never met before, that I became addicted and started camming with other guys. I loved the attention and compliments when I took off my clothes, bared my breasts, exposed my pussy and pleasured myself with sex toys.

Even though I had given my body to several men in front of my husband, this was different. It was exciting on a different level. It wasn't better, but it wasn't worse either, it was just ... different. I loved the notion that my body could cause such a reaction in the men I was talking and camming with. We shared fantasises and experiences, although most of the supposed experiences probably were fantasies. For some of the men I pretended to be their wives cheating on them, or I told them how I would fuck other men in front of them. The fantasies were never ending.

With Tommy it was becoming more serious however. By now we were talking on the phone as we cammed and I was slowly, without realising it or choosing to ignore it, becoming very submissive to his demands. It started off with him telling me what to wear before I turned my cam on. Then he would instruct me on what clothes to remove whilst I told him about my latest fantasy. He liked my make-up to be a certain way, stylish but slutty.

I was playing into a fantasy, one we were both participating in, and it was pushing me to the edge, the edge of reality.

Then one night Tommy challenged me to meet him after I graphically described one of submissive fantasies. I was sat in front of the computer with my feet up on the corners of the computer desk; my legs spread wide, pussy gaping as I fucked myself hard with one of my dildos. Tommy watched the whole thing on webcam. We had started off by teasing each other lightly before Tommy began asking me personal questions; I answered him truthfully and bared the darker side of my soul to him. Very quickly I was in a state of dress that no woman should be in whilst talking to a man other than her husband.




The Other Men In My Life Ch. 02



The following morning as I walked to work I received a text from Tommy on my works phone number. I hadn't given him my personal number. The text told me to meet him at junction thirty three of the motorway. From previous chats he knew this was the closest junction for both of us.

We texted back and forth as I told him I couldn't do it and that I had already gone too far behind my husband's back. But Tommy knew what really made me tick, so he persisted, texting all the things he would like to do to me until I finally agreed to meet him.

I chose one particular Wednesday evening to meet him as I had to work late and my husband would be away. I told him I would be driving a black Honda Civic and that I would meet him at the bottom of the service station car park. We agreed to meet at 8pm as it would be dark and Tommy told me he would already be waiting for me in a red pickup.

I was so nervous pulling into the car park. He had texted me to say he had arrived and that his cock was rock hard waiting for me. Slowly making my way down the bottom of the car park I saw his pickup and pulled up five spaces away from him. I climbed out in my work attire, which was a grey pencil skirt, black heels and a black blouse, underneath I was wearing a matching black stockings, panty and bra set. He smiled at me through the window before I had a quick scan of the car park, for anybody who might recognise me, and then opened the front passenger door and climbed in. 

Once I had closed the door he stopped smiling and stared at me, his eyes piercing through my clothes. He told me to take my blouse off and I did. I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and placed it in my bag revealing my black lace bra. He then told me to take off my bra and as he spoke his hand rubbed my thigh, pulling my skirt up my legs. I felt the moisture leaking into my panties as he told me what to do.

Obeying his command I reached round my back and unhooked my bra. I watched him as my bra fell from my body baring my breasts. He immediately reached out and groped them, soft at first before grunting his enjoyment and squeezing them harder.

He played with them for a few moments before leaning back and unbuckling his pants. It was my turn to watch him as he tugged his jeans and boxers down to his knees and grabbed his solid length, stroking it to full its size. His cock seemed bigger than I remembered from the webcam, but I didn't have much time to study it as he quickly grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head into his lap, forcing me to suck his cock. Well, we liked to pretend he was forcing me.

"Suck my cock you fucking bitch!" He hissed as I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the engorged head of his length.

"Fuck yeah ... just like that," he grunted, "you fucking dirty whore sucking another man's cock in a car park, mmmmmmm yeah fuck your good."

My husband had spoken to me like this many a time when we fucked, role playing our fantasies, but to have Tommy, a guy I only knew from the internet, degrade me like this had my pussy soaking wet. My skirt was now up around the middle of my thighs and I had just enough room to move to the side, without taking Tommy's cock from between my lips, so I could slip a hand between my legs and rub my pussy.

"I'm going to dominate you, Sophie!" He told me. "This is just the beginning, and I will demand your obedience. Do you understand?" He asked with his cock shoved to the back of my throat.

I groaned my agreement and nodded my head as I stroked his shaft faster into my mouth.

"I'm going to treat you like the slut you really are, you will submit to me and all your fantasies." He went on, using one hand to push down hard on my head whilst using his free hand to grope my dangling tits.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest as his words excited me more and more. I sucked hungrily on his cock, taking as much of his shaft as I could handle before he started moaning and cursing.

"Ohhhhhh fuck I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut," he groaned, "open wide I'm gonna fill your fucking belly ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck ... yeah take it ... Uhhhhhhhh shit!"

Naturally, I tried to lift my head as I started to gag on his cock. Before he shot his load he started thrusting his hips up, forcing his cock really deep before he let go of my tits and used both hands to push my head down further. I thought his cock was going to come out of the back of my head as he pushed hard and started to cum.

With no escape I relaxed my jaw as best I could and began to swallow as if it were my last meal. He shot so much cum into my mouth I began to choke, so I quickly dug my fingernails into his leg and he released my head with a shriek. As he was still emptying his balls I lifted my mouth up his shaft but kept his swollen head inside until he had finished his orgasm. I swallowed the lot, every last drop.

Not wanting to ruin the experience with any awkward post orgasm chit chat I quickly slipped back into my blouse, leaving my bra off, and climbed out of the pickup. Tommy smiled again as he quickly pulled up his pants and told me he would text me.

I was so turned on I didn't actually mind that I hadn't cum. I got into my car and quickly removed my panties. With my restrictive pencil skirt hugging my thighs as I spread them as best I could I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed myself furiously. Tommy hadn't noticed as he sped away, but more alarmingly I hadn't noticed the elderly couple who had parked in his spot as I continued pressing hard against my clit, bringing myself to a powerful climax.

I laughed at the look on their faces before I gave a cheeky wave and drove home. Won't be meeting there anytime soon I thought.



The Other Men In My Life Ch. 03



"What the hell are you doing, Sophie?" I cursed myself. "What the hell are you doing?" 

Standing in the middle of the room I looked at myself in the mirror. "I shouldn't be here." I said, admiring Tommy's taste in lingerie. I was wearing the sexy red basque that Tommy had sent me. It had a sexy black flora lace overlay which included black see thru panties and red stockings. He trusted me with the shoes and I didn't disappoint with a shiny pair of black four inch heels.

I was ready, or as ready as Tommy expected me to be, but fear and guilt was starting to set in, a mixture of emotions had taken over and I was starting to have second thoughts as images of my husband crept into my head.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. Three slow knocks to be precise, and I knew it was Tommy. This was it. No going back now. I swallowed, my throat dry with anticipation as my heart started to beat faster and faster. I heard the sound of a key card slid in and out of the door, and then I watched nervously as the door handle moved downwards. A murmur of fear escaped my lips as I turned to face the door, but not before I noticed my hard and prominent nipples through the thin lace fabric of the basque.

I suddenly felt nauseous as everything seemed to turn into slow motion. Within seconds Tommy was standing before me. He was tall; suddenly remembering I had only seen him sat in his pick-up and on his webcam. I already knew he was handsome but he looked even hotter with his toned muscles bulging in his tight designer t-shirt and pants. 

Tommy looked me up and down and smiled any thoughts of backing out suddenly evaporated as his appreciation of my efforts were obvious.

"Hello, are you Mrs Williams?" Tommy asked, still smiling.

"That depends ..." I teased, "are you my secret admirer?"

"Yes," he grinned.

"Well then ... I'm Mrs Williams." I replied.

"Excellent, because your here to be fucked!"

Two days previous I was sat at my office desk when a package arrived from "a secret admirer." I opened the card that had been cello taped onto the box and read it:

Dear Sophie

I hereby demand your company this Sunday evening (when your husband leaves you for work, again!) at the Woodhall Hotel Resort and Spa. You are to arrive at the front desk 7pm prompt, do not be late. You will be given a key to a room where you will immediately go to. Inside that room you will remove your clothes and neatly hang them in the wardrobe. Then you will dress in the attire I have supplied in the box you have just received. An overnight bag is optional should you wish to stay the night. And you will be ready 8pm on the dot, dressed with hair and full make-up.

Tommy.

"Hey, what's in the box, Sophie," Helen, my colleague shouted across the office. 

"Oh, it's just Rhys being romantic," I lied, "for my eyes only." I laughed nervously.

"Something sexy is it?" One of the men chuckled.

I quickly stood up with the box, clutching it against my side as I headed out of the office to my car.

"Where are you going?" My boss, Ian, grinned.

"Cigarette break!" I replied, turning out of the office.

I could hear the roars of laughter as I left. The box was white but had a big red heart shaped bow on the front, thanks for being discreet Tommy, you fucking arsehole I thought. And how the hell did he know where I worked?

I got to my car opened the boot and placed the box inside. I lit a cigarette and read the card again. Bloody hell Tommy I thought throwing the card inside the boot. I quickly removed the lid on the box and gasped at its contents. Staring up at me was the most gorgeous red and black basque I had ever seen. I looked at the tag and saw it was designer. I lifted it up but kept it inside the boot of my car just in case somebody walked past, and underneath the basque I discovered some sexy panties and stockings to match. There was another card demanding I choose the sexiest shoes to go with the lingerie.

Shocked, embarrassed and defiantly excited I took my mobile phone out of my bag and began to text Tommy. I was about to send the message thanking him before I suddenly came to my senses. What the hell are you doing, Sophie. I thought. This is madness. You can't accept or allow this to happen.

But I did. Another weekend with Rhys and I couldn't wait to meet Tommy. It sounds terrible now but at the time it didn't feel terrible. Rhys had always found extra work stressful, he couldn't seem to handle it but he always wanted the big salary. The worst thing was we didn't even need the money. 

Cuckolding my husband reignited the passion back into our marriage, but then he took this promotion and our passion went away again. I'm not justifying what I did, but being a "hotwife" brought us to life and no job or amount of money could take that away from me. Not yet anyway.

I entered the hotel lobby and paused. Looking around I felt anxious. I looked up at the large clock that hung above the hotel reception and noted the time. 6:55pm. Five minutes to calm down and regain control of my emotions I thought, gazing at the business men and women checking in courtesy of their corporate companies. I had kissed my husband goodbye and told him to have a safe trip only a few hours ago. What a bitch I thought to myself, wondering if Rhys was doing this very same thing at this very same moment, checking in ready for a week of hard work.

I took a deep breath and stepped towards the pretty blonde standing behind the large marble topped desk. God knows what the young girl thought as I trembled at her questioning. She only asked for some personal details, the usual when you check in to a hotel. I was like a nervous wreck by the time I stepped into the elevator clutching my key card so tight my knuckles had turned white.

Finally entering room 204, a number I shall never forget, I smiled at how expensive this must have all been for Tommy. My nerves disappeared as I suddenly became overwhelmed by everything. The room was a double deluxe and I was immediately seduced by its modern decor and artwork that hung from every wall. Running my hand over the ice bucket, containing a bottle of champagne and two flutes I opened the bathroom door and smiled with delight, a large bath for two, and a walk in shower. I hated hotels that combined baths and showers.

Like a big kid I fell back onto the bed, forgetting the reasons I had come to the hotel. I rolled over onto my tummy and grabbed the covers in my hands, feeling the fine fabric. This is nice I thought. I looked down at my wrist and stared at my watch, forty minutes to get ready, I started to panic. What if I just stay dressed as I am and then tell Tommy I can't go through with it?

To clear my thoughts I opened the window and lit a cigarette. Taking a few deep inhales I turned to the box, tugged the ribbon and removed the lid. I smiled down at the lingerie for a few moments before crushing out my cigarette and removing my jacket ... suddenly changing my mind yet again.

I closed the curtains, took off my clothes and after hanging them up as strictly instructed I slipped my nervous but excited body into the erotic basque and panties. The soft lace fabric made me feel incredibly sexy as it fit perfectly, hugging my slender frame. I admired my firm breasts, cupping and weighing them in my hands before turning my body to the side and smiling at my rear in the mirror. I then rolled the red stockings up my soft, toned legs and stepped into my black four inch heels.

My heart was now racing excitement as I admired my reflection in the mirror, oozing the come and get me look. I felt fabulous. I felt like a lingerie model. Having already done my hair I removed the bobble and shook my head allowing my long brown wavy locks to flow freely down my back. I then quickly went through my bag and touched up my make-up, applying fresh red lipstick that matched my nails and basque, some mascara and foundation. 



I checked my watch before removing it and slipping it into my bag. Shit. Five minutes to go, and then the doubts began to creep back in. "What the hell are you doing, Sophie?

"Hello, are you Mrs Williams?" 

"That depends ... are you my secret admirer?"

"Yes," 

"Well then ... I'm Mrs Williams." 

"Excellent, because your here to be fucked!"

I gasped at his statement, my jaw fell open trying not to giggle, whilst Tommy admired my body, running his sexy dark eyes over my curves.

"You look amazing, Sophie," he said, "I knew you would."

I smiled and blushed like a schoolgirl at his words, feeling my nipples harden further. Tommy removed his t-shirt and it was my turn to explore his sexy body. For an older guy he kept himself in great shape and it added to my arousal, fuelling my fire before he removed his jeans and socks. Standing in front of me in just his boxers and I could see his cock growing harder as we stood admiring each other. My body was now raging with excitement as I stared down at his groin biting my lower lip.

Tommy placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. "Your my cheating hotwife, aren't you, Sophie?" He said before kissing me forcefully. I opened my mouth and welcomed the kiss, but his words bounced around my head making me feel guilty again.

"What's wrong?" he asked, as I suddenly pulled away. "Do you want to leave?"

I stared into his eyes for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity. "No ... but I ... I don't think I should be here." I mumbled.

Tommy smiled and removed his boxers. I shook my head and smiled back at him. "I want to fuck you, Sophie, and I know you want me to fuck you too ... don't you. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breathing and I have read it in your e-mails."

He stepped closer stroking himself before taking my hand and placing it on top of his cock. Instinctively I wrapped my hand around the shaft and gently took over stroking him. He placed both his hands on his hips and sighed, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips towards me. 

I tentatively stroked his cock, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing in my tiny hand. Without further thought or delay I sank to my knees, tilted my head to the side and licked the underside of his shaft, from the base to the tip and back again. Tommy lifted himself up onto his tiptoes before falling back onto his heels again, grunting as I teased his hard, sensitive cock.

I continued to tease him, running my tongue up and down his shaft, savouring the taste before he decided he had had enough and grabbed a handful of my hair. I opened my mouth and swallowed his swollen head, again he grunted and cursed before I took his length as deep as I could, sucking him deeper before withdrawing and then sinking my mouth back down him again. I did this three or four times before Tommy grabbed my head with one hand, then grabbed my left breast through the basque with his other hand and then started fucking my mouth. I gripped his arse cheeks and dug my nails into his tensed flesh. Quickly finding some stability I was able to bob my head back and forth in time with his thrusts, allowing his cock deeper down my throat.

His panting and grunting turned me on as he continued airing his pleasure. His hand was rough on my breast but also nice as he slipped it inside the cup of the basque and started squeezing it and teasing my aching nipple. I was so turned on I hadn't realised that I had slid a hand into my panties and was now circling my clit. I teased the sensitive little bud before stopping every few seconds to slide a single finger quickly in and out of my quivering pussy. I was soaking wet and couldn't wait to get Tommy's big cock inside me. 

A few more minutes and I would have climaxed and probably screamed the hotel down, but Tommy was also close and without warning he pulled away insisting I don't make him cum too soon.

"Now it's my turn. I want to taste your juicy cunt!" He spat.

I loved the animal in Tommy. I loved it on webcam, I loved it in his pick-up the first time we met and I loved it now at this very moment as he quickly pulled me up onto my feet and led me to the bed. I loved rough sex, but most men however macho they think they are usually too afraid to fuck a girl's mouth properly in case she stops, and in most cases they are probably right to be.

My breathing was heavy and my heaving breasts, barely contained in the basque, hadn't gone unnoticed by Tommy as he jumped on top of me, between my legs and buried his face in my cleavage. He licked my breasts and neck, gently kissing and nibbling on the sensitive areas of my flesh whilst sliding his hands around my back and quickly unzipping the basque. My back arched as I felt the restriction ease around my body, my breasts seemed to relax and become more sensitive as the blood rushed back into them.

Quickly sliding the basque down my body a couple inches, Tommy exposed my bust and immediately started sucking and biting and teasing my nipples. A rush of adrenaline shot up my spine as a hand, Tommy's hand, was suddenly pushed up hard against my pussy, rubbing and easing the ache that was building there. He teased me like this for a few minutes before removing my panties. Still sucking on my nipples he shimmied up onto his knees and as smooth as you like, slid my panties down and off. I lifted my bum off the bed to help him and when he tossed them onto the floor he quickly shoved his hands under my bum and cupped my tight cheeks, feeling how smooth they were.

I was now lying under Tommy on top of the bed in just my red stockings and black four inch heels, he was naked and I could feel his solid cock rubbing against me, little wet sticky patches on my thighs as his pre-cum seeped from the tip of his cock.

"Fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck me now!"

"Not yet. I want to taste your pussy." He said, remaining in control.

As Tommy slid down my body, planting little soft kisses as he went, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, full with anticipation. Tommy was already positioned between my legs but once his head was inches from my soaking wet pussy I spread them a little further for him.

Tommy teased, starting slowly as he slid his tongue up the right side of my pussy around my swollen clit and then back down the left side. "Ohhhhhh yes," I moaned. 

Tommy continued to lap at my entrance this way, teasing up one side then down the other before running his tongue up and over both of my lips. It felt so good, so intense, as I moved my hips, trying to entice him inside, and then ... "yes ... oh yes, ohhh fuck Tommy!" I moaned loudly, his tongue parting my sensitive folds, penetrating the very inside of my pussy with his slippery tongue. "Ohhhhhh yes," I quivered on the bed.

Then, he slid two fingers slowly but firmly inside me. His tongue was now working my clit, gently licking and pressing down on the spot, "uhhhhhhhh you're good," I groaned, clutching the bed sheets with my hands. I began to drive my hips upwards, tilting my pelvis towards his face, wishing he could go deeper with his fingers. My breathing was growing shorter with each breath as my orgasm approached. "Ohhh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... ohhh Tommy yes," I panted, and then with a sharp upward thrust with his fingers, he scrapped along the roof my cervix and caused an explosion deep inside of me.

"Uhhhhhhhh, Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh fuck yes! Oh Yes!" I kept panting and moaning, gasping for air as the heat and tingling moved up my body and washed over me, engulfing me until I thought I would pass out.

Tommy moved back up my body and we kissed. It was a soft kiss but I grabbed the back of his head and forced his head into mine, kissing more passionately.

"Are you ready to be fucked?" He grinned, kneeling between my legs, stroking his big cock. I bit my lower lip like a naughty school girl again and smiled. "I'm ready." I said softly.

In a flash Tommy jumped off the bed and pulled a foil wrapper from his wallet. He was so fast rolling the condom over his cock and getting back between my legs that we lost not a second of the moment. I closed my eyes and felt the swollen head covered in thin latex nudge up against the folds of my entrance. He rubbed his cock up and down, soaking it in my juices. I gave a whimpering moan, a soft cry as I waited for the unexpected moment of when he would slide inside and enter me.

"Are you ready for my cock, slut?" I heard him say, my eyes still closed. I nodded.

"Tell me slut," he demanded, rubbing the head of his cock harder against my lips and clit, "tell me what you want."

"Fuck me!" I told him, opening my eyes, staring at him deeply. "I want you to fuck me!"

Tommy grinned down at me, rubbing his cock against my folds for a few more seconds before I felt them part and his length started to ease inside my body.

"I'll fuck you, slut!" He grunted, and then his cock was inside me.

I gasped, then moaned closing my eyes, savouring the wonderful feeling his thick cock caused as he spread the walls of my womb. I felt him throbbing hard and powerfully inside me, my pussy clamped tight around his cock, throbbing in time with him. His cock went deeper and deeper before withdrawing again. I gasped when I felt the last inch of him leave me, my pussy throbbed for more, but Tommy didn't make me wait long as he drove his cock back inside, all the way until my tight pussy accommodated his size. I cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretched my pussy. Finally buried all the way up inside of me, I knew I was taking the biggest cock of my life.

My body felt weak, all my energy rushed between my legs, concentrating on the cock that was slowly sliding in and out of me. My pussy fully expanded, offering no resistance as Tommy increased the pace of his strokes. Sensing my weakness, Tommy knelt up and grabbed my thighs with his hands, using his strong arms to hold them up. His thrusts were long and hard and I could no longer contain my screams of pleasure as he began fucking me, fucking me hard.

His cock felt different to anything I had experienced before, he was bigger but also stronger, like a cock on steroids as he continued to pummel into me over and over, deeper and deeper.

"Ohhhhhh ... fuck, yes ... yes ... yes ... oh Tommy ... Tommy, fuck me ... fuck me." I panted.

I threw my head back gasping for more air, my breathing laboured, clutching the bed sheets again as he fucked me mercilessly.

"Ohhh fuck yes ... I'm gonna cum ... oh Tommy fuck meeeee, yes, yes , yes," I screamed, and then it hit me, "uhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck ... uhhhhhhhh shit, yes uhhhhhhhh fuck Tommy!"

Tommy released my legs, crashing back onto the bed as dead weight, and pulled his cock from my sopping hole. Still on a high, my orgasm starting to subside I slid my hand between my legs and gently stroked my shaven mound, my red polished nails tickling my already sensitive pussy. God I was wet, reaching for Tommy's cock with my other hand. I could barely reach him so he shuffled closer to me, allowing me a better reach to stroke his cock as I rubbed my pussy.

"Fuck, you're a dirty bitch, Sophie." He moaned. "Your wedding ring is on my cock!"

I tilted my head downwards and noticed the diamond on my engagement ring, next to my wedding ring, shining in the light as I stroked his cock. "Do you like it," I teased, "do you like having my wedding ring touching your cock?"

Tommy looked deep into my eyes. "Yes you fucking slut, and you love it too don't you?" He grinned through gritted teeth. I didn't answer him, but kept stroking his cock and my pussy.

"Do you enjoy fucking married women?" I asked, gently squeezing the latex covered head of his cock with each forward tug on his shaft. I was close to another orgasm and I loved this little hold I seemed to have. Tommy always dominated our chats, he dominated our first meet, and he had definitely dominated me up until now.




The Other Men In My Life Ch. 03



"Yes," He replied.

"Do you like filling married women with your seed?" I said, running my tongue around my lips, smiling seductively with our eyes staring right into each other's souls.

"You dirty slut." He said, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard.

"Answer me ... do you like filling a ..."

Tommy's enormous cock entered me with one powerful lunge before I could finish. Finding some strength in my legs I lifted them up and wrapped them around his back, digging the tips of my heels into his arse as he slammed in and out of me.

I had never been fucked as deep and hard as this before. I grew weaker and weaker with each thrust he gave. My little moment of control was over he thought as he grunted into my ear about how hard he was going to make me cum on his cock. But I needed more than just another orgasm.

"Come inside me, Tommy," I said, soaking and sensitive as his cock fucked me ever closer to another orgasm.

"Oh don't worry I'm going to, slut." He panted. 

"No, no you don't understand." I said, opening my eyes to look at him.

Tommy slowed his strokes right down and lifted himself up so all his weight was on his hands, looking down at me.

"Come inside me." I said.

"But ... are you sure?" he mumbled.

"Take it out of me." I told him. Tommy withdrew his cock and I quickly slid my hand down between our legs and removed the thin rubber condom from his cock.

"Ohhhhhh, Sophie you fucking slut," he cursed.

I held his cock and rubbed him up and down my entrance, but this time he was bare.

"Are you ... protected?" he asked.

I pulled at his cock and managed to get an inch or so inside me. Tommy grunted threw back his head and cursed again. "Fuck, Sophie, tell me are you on the pill?"

"No," I lied, "now fuck me."

Tommy gasped and moaned and then slammed his cock back inside me and kept it buried deep. He was no longer fucking me with long deep strokes. With his cock completely buried to the hilt he moved his hips back and forth until I exploded all over him.

"Come inside me," I panted into his ear as my orgasm washed over me, my pussy convulsing around his cock, willing him to release his own pleasure deep inside me.

Unable to take anymore, Tommy pushed as deep as he could reach, his cock completely submerged inside my quivering womb, and then he grunted.

"Arghhhhhh fuck ... ohhh ... yes ... take it ... fucking take it slut!" He groaned into my cleavage.

"Fill my womb, baby, give it to me." I smiled with my hands on the back of his head and my legs falling from their vice like grip around his back.

He was so deep I felt every powerful jerk and twitch as his cock spewed the contents of his heavy balls into my body. My womb became so wet it felt like it had expanded a few extra inches. I counted seven strong pulses before Tommy collapsed on top of me and finally relaxed. We stayed like that for a few minutes, hot, sweaty and very, very sticky before he rolled over and led by my side.

We were both completely satisfied, my pussy well and truly fucked, leaking a mixture of our juices onto the bed sheets. I had never known a man to produce so much sperm in my life.

Thirty minutes later I emerged from the shower and Tommy was stilling lying in bed. I checked my phone and found three missed calls and a text from my husband. I couldn't deal with any guilt trips at that moment so I put the phone back in my bag, took out a cigarette and headed towards the window.

"You're not supposed to smoke in here." Tommy said as I lit the cigarette.

"I'm not supposed to be here at all." I replied, exhaling the smoke out of the window.

"Fuck you look sexy in that towel," he grinned at me, "fancy another round?" 

We both chuckled. "I have to go." I told him.

"You can't stay the night?" He said, sitting up, his disappointment clear to see.

I took another drag from my cigarette and flicked it out of the window. "No, I can't stay; I'm married for crying out loud."

Tommy burst out laughing. "That hasn't stopped you so far, and besides, it's a bit late for that isn't it. Your probably carrying my baby after all the cum I just shot inside you."

"I'm on the pill, Tommy." I told him, quickly clearing that potential problem up. "Having sex is one thing, and hell, that's bad enough, but to sit here in bed together, watching TV like a married couple ... I can't do that, sorry."

"Who said anything about watching TV," he chuckled, "you just freshened up and I'm ready to fuck you again."

Tommy pulled back the sheets and displayed his erection. "Tommy." I said giggling. "I have to go."

"No you don't." He said, quickly leaping off the bed towards me. 

"Yes, I have to go, Tommy, stop messing around." I said, still giggling.

Tommy grabbed my hands and pushed me up against the wall, squashing my breasts. "Please, Tommy." I said.

The towel was suddenly ripped from my body. "You need my cock again, and you know it." He whispered into my ear.

Tommy spun me round to face him and quickly lifted me up so my back was against the wall, supporting all eight stones (112lbs) of me as he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"So, now you have my hard cock between your legs," he said coldly, "do you still want to leave?"

I squirmed in a futile attempt to free myself, but I was locked in place unable to move as Tommy rubbed his cock at my entrance. "I'm sore." I told him.

Tommy grinned and pushed forwards, the head of his cock spreading my slick lips. "I'm going to fuck that tight, little married pussy of yours again." He boasted.

I leaned back against the wall, wrapped my hands around his neck and relaxed my body.

"You like having other men fuck your pussy, Sophie?" He asked.

"Argggggggh ... fuck," I groaned.

"You like my big cock, Sophie?" Tommy grinned at my cries, his cock now all the way back up inside me.

His cock seemed deeper or I was tighter, probably both I thought until he relaxed his grip on my legs and all my body weight sank down onto his cock.

"Argggggggh ... uhhhhhhhh fuck ... oh fuck!" I screamed.

"Your husband ever had his cock this deep inside you, Sophie?"

"Argggggggh ... it hurts, you're hurting me!" I cried.

I wasn't lubricated enough and I was still sore from the fucking he had already given me.

Tommy let my body relax on his cock, not moving until I was ready for him. He continued his dirty talk, telling me what a dirty hotwife I was and how much I loved cheating. I didn't of course but it fuelled his desires and I guess mine too after a while as I started to move on his cock. 

"That's it, Sophie, work my cock." He grinned. I had no choice. My body took over. I could feel my pussy clamp down on his cock as he started to move with me.

"Ohhhhhh ... yes," I panted, my legs quivering.

I could hear myself moaning louder as his cock pushed into the depths of my pussy. There was no build up to my orgasm this time. It just appeared out of nowhere.

"Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhhhh ... ohhh ... fuck ... ohhh!!! I screamed and moaned over and over.

"That's it, Sophie." Tommy whispered into my ear, "Use my cock to give you the pleasure that your husband could never give you."

I tightly grabbed hold of his neck to stop myself from falling as he started to fuck me harder. My climax had finished but the sensation was still there as he stroked his big long cock in and out of me.

Tommy continued with his filthy talk of cheating, somehow knowing that deep down it inflamed my passion and desires. I was enjoying every second and every word of this slow but intense fuck he was giving me.

"Take it in your mouth. Taste your pussy." He said, sliding out of me and safely guiding me down the wall onto the floor. It was so sudden I quickly found myself on my knees with Tommy's cock prodding the lips of my mouth.

I took his cock in my hand and Tommy groaned as I began to move back and forth, wrapping my mouth tightly around him, tasting my own sex juices. Sliding a hand down to my pussy I began to rub my clit as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked him. I took a deep breath, about to resume sucking him off when Tommy took over and started jerking his shaft inches from my face.

He stroked his cock slow and hard as he stepped a little closer. I collapsed back against the wall, stroking my clit and massaging my breasts. As my orgasm hit so too did Tommy's hot seed. He was suddenly groaning and grunting as I pushed down hard on my clit, bucking back against the wall. I didn't see it but I felt it as a massive load of thick cum started landing on my face and breasts.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck yeah!" He moaned.

I felt the sticky mess land on my forehead before it started running down onto my face. I kept my eyes closed; my own climax finished, but instinctively opened my mouth. I felt a jet land on my tongue and then another straight into my mouth to the back of my throat. I swallowed the salty seed, cupping my breasts, as more cum rained down on me. My fingers became sticky as I rubbed the remainder of his load into my swollen mounds, and then there was no more cum.

I opened my eyes and looked at Tommy as he sat back on the bed, completely spent. "You look great covered in cum," he said, "your husband would be proud."



The Other Men In My Life Ch. 04



A few weeks after my hotel romp with Tommy I received another package and card, but this time it was delivered to my house. Without opening the box or card I called Tommy.

"Morning, gorgeous," he cockily chuckled down the phone, "did you get your invite."

"What the hell do you think you're playing at Tommy," I shouted angrily, "sending boxes and cards to my home?"

"Calm down," he said, concern in his tone. "I thought you would like it."

"I haven't opened it." I told him.

"Well aren't you going to? Don't you want to see what it is before you rant and rave down the phone?" He reasoned.

"What if my husband was here, Tommy? How would I explain this?" I said.

"Is he working away again?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes," I replied, "he isn't back until a week tomorrow."

"Well then, what's the problem?" He said, arrogantly."

"But you didn't know he was away," I argued.

"Listen, Sophie, just open the damn card, and then open the box and text me your answer." He said, sounding very serious. "If you text me yes then simply follow the instructions on the card and ..."

"If I text no?" I quickly interrupted.

"If you text no, which I sincerely hope you don't ..." he paused, "you will never hear from me again."

We both remained silent for a few moments as my brain digested what he had just said. Up until now I had secretly blamed Tommy for my not being able to walk away, but here he was offering me a choice. All I had to do was text no.

"I'll open the card and box and then text you my answer." I told him.

"Thank you, Sophie." He said, and we both hung up the phone. Nervously I opened the envelope and pulled out a fancy, expensive looking party invitation. The card was black with a gold trim and in the corners were small silver party masks. The invite was for Tommy and one female companion.

"Companion," I said out loud too myself. "What a strange thing to write on an invitation."

I carried on reading and quickly learnt that this was no ordinary party, it was a masquerade party and it was being held in some mansion out in the country. I knew the area vaguely and knew it to be a region belonging to the rich and famous. Only surgeons, lawyers, business people and sports stars from the local football and rugby teams lived there. Maybe I might meet someone famous I thought jokingly.

Placing the invite back inside the envelope I eagerly removed the lid from the box and pulled out its contents. I gasped in awe as I held up the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen. It was a black strapless knee length satin dress and it looked out of this world.

I quickly held it up against my body and bounced around the room as if dancing in a hall. I giggled like a little school girl receiving her prom dress before I bounced back towards the box. Looking inside I found a sexy pair of black four inch heels and another small box with a note attached to it. I picked up the box and read the note.

You can keep everything except this. I have hired it and hope you enjoy wearing it.

I flicked the lid open and gasped again as the most expensive looking diamond necklace and earrings set glistened up at me. After staring at it in amazement for a few minutes I closed the lid and placed it back inside the large box with the dress, and then I noticed my mask. I chuckled lightly as I picked up the stylish black and silver cat mask with its whiskers and headband. What the hell was I going to do with all this I thought?

I phoned the office and called in sick as I poured an early morning glass of wine and lit a cigarette. I needed to clear my head, this was going too far. Car parks, hotels and masquerade parties. Whatever next?

An hour passed before I picked up my phone and text Tommy.

"Yes!" I messaged him, but he didn't reply.

This was Monday morning and the party invite was for the coming Friday. He had some balls expecting me to work this around my husband if he had been home. Luckily he was away again. Perhaps I needed him home, like a proper husband if I was to ever start being faithful. I hated myself for doing this to Rhys, but on the other hand it was like a drug and it had been three weeks since my "hotel fix" with Tommy.

I went back to work the following day and tried to act normal. It was very difficult as I constantly checked my phone to see if Tommy had text or called. He hadn't. When I spoke to my husband I was a little off with him and he sensed something was wrong. I put it down to him being away all the time, but I knew I was silently passing on my guilt. 

When Friday came I called my husband to check he hadn't changed his plans and was planning a surprise weekend return, something he had been known to do in the past. I finished work around midday and headed straight to the salon where I had my nails and hair done to match my outfit. I was so excited, but with no contact from Tommy since Monday I also felt a little nervous and apprehensive.

The instructions he left on the back of the card were simple. Be dressed and ready in the clothes and jewellery provided on Friday at 7pm prompt. 

It was about 6pm when I finally dragged my body from the relaxing hot waters of my bath. With all the relevant bits shaved, plucked and moisturised I dried my body and made my way to the bed where I had placed the box containing my outfit. 

With a deep breath I removed the lid and took out the dress, hearing the satin material in the silence of my bedroom as I held it up to my body. With the dress resting on my naked body I reached up and ran my fingers over the expensive fabric. The dress felt warm and sexy, magical even, I laughed slightly.

"This is beautiful, Tommy." I said to myself. "I've never seen a dress like it before." Still in awe as I lifted it up and over my head.

Once the dress was over my body I reached around the back and managed to pull the zipper up before adjusting the front to fit my bust. The short distance from my lower to middle back made the zip accessible, something I wondered if Tommy thought about or fluked?

Anyway with the dress now in place I stepped into a sexy pair of black lace see through panties and pulled them up my freshly shaved, moisturised legs. Then, removing the diamond earrings and necklace I put them on and slipped into my sexy four inch heels before looking at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognised myself. I looked sexy and desirable, my bust full and inviting as the dress emphasised my feminine assets instead of concealing them. 

I looked and felt like a goddess. My hair was long, brown and wavy, shining in the light. My green eyes seemed to sparkle like little emeralds. It felt like a spell had been cast over me. 

Dressed like this for any other occasion I would feel self-conscious, like I was showing off too much leg and cleavage. But tonight was different. Tonight I wasn't Mrs Sophie Williams. Tonight I was a stranger. I could be anyone I wanted to be.

6.50pm, I picked up the black and silver cat mask and placed it over my face, immediately I felt something inside of me break free. I knew tonight would be like no other and the thought of what Tommy might have in store for me excited me.

Suddenly I heard a car horn outside my house. Looking out behind the blinds I saw an impressive black Audi TT waiting in the street, its engine running. I picked up my small bag containing my credit card, keys, cigarettes, phone and some light make-up and dashed to meet Tommy.  

I climbed into the small sports car and suddenly realised my driver wasn't Tommy. Instead I found a well built hunk in a black suit and shirt, wearing a black Casanova mask. Ignoring my surprise and disappointment he told me to shut the door before we sped off.

I tried to start a conversation with my apparent chauffer, but he didn't seem interested. It was if he was forbidden to look or speak to me. The further we drove the darker the roads became and I felt myself becoming a little anxious as we turned off onto a country road. All street lighting had no disappeared but the night was bright, the countryside lit up by the full moon. I wasn't superstitious and I didn't think tonight was the right time to start being so either.

"Make sure your mask is fastened and you have all of your belongings." The driver told me, in a deep seductive tone as we turned right onto a road that was clearly private. In the distance I could see a large mansion and the road up to the house was littered on both sides with little blue lanterns in the ground. The place looked incredible.

Making the final adjustments to my dress, shoes and mask I double checked my bag just as we pulled into a large stone floored courtyard. There were several expensive sports cars coming and going, some with single guests and some with couples. All were entering the large oak doors which were the entrance to this impressive building.

Walking inside the mansion it seemed quite busy, a lot of people mingling about in the hall and ballroom. There was classical music playing but nobody was dancing and I quickly noticed how all the doorman and waiters were dressed exactly the same as my chauffer, and all the male guests were in black suits, white shirts and silver Casanova masks. The females however wore black, silver or gold dresses, with all kinds of masks, but each matching their outfits. 

Walking into the main ballroom I took a glass of wine from the waiter and scanned the room for Tommy. Conversations seemed to stop as I walked around the room, all eyes focused on me. If it wasn't for the confidence coursing through my veins behind the mask and dress, safe in the knowledge that I was a stranger to these gazing eyes then I would have probably ran out by now. 

In fact it only made feel stronger and more confident as I gazed back through the crowds, still seeking Tommy. Every man seemed to stop what he was doing to absorb me, to take me fully in as I continued searching the room. The attention flooded my body and I knew this was just the beginning. 

After about forty minutes or so I gave up searching for Tommy, realising this was all part of his game. I had spoken to a few guests, male and female and had consumed a couple of glasses of wine when a tall grey haired man approached me on his own. 

I had spotted him staring at me for a while and he was the only one wearing a gold Casanova mask. I figured he was probably the parties host or possibly the owner of the mansion. 

"Are you enjoying the evening thus far?" He asked, in a pleasant voice, looking straight into my eyes and not at my cleavage like all the other men had done so far.

I looked at him, trying to take him in as he stood equally as confident as me, sipping his glass of champagne.

"Yes, thanks." I replied, smiling.

"You seem to have captured the imagination of all my guests," he grinned, "well at least all of the men anyway. You look ravishing by the way."

"Thank you," I cooed behind my mask, losing a dot of confidence, "so why the gold mask?" I asked.

"Haven't you worked it out?" He beamed.

"I guessed you perhaps own this place or at least you're renting it." I replied.

He grinned slyly at me under his mask. "Would the lady like a tour of my home?"

Before I answered he reached up and gently touched the edge of my cat mask, stroking the soft material with his finger tips before stroking the fake whiskers.

"Interested?" He pressed.

I caught his hand and pulled it down from my face. His palm was warm, his grip gentle. "With a stranger, in a house one could so easily get lost in?" I grinned mischievously.

He stepped closer and my senses filled with his aftershave. "What if I promised you pleasure?" He whispered.

We both laughed and without my reply he took my arm in his and led me from the ballroom, leaving the guests and fading music behind. As we walked and talked I actually became engrossed in the history of the house, and I suddenly realised I had enjoyed a little too much of the champagne he was carrying as I suddenly felt woozy.

"I have a very special surprise for a beautiful young lady fitting your exact description." He said, stopping outside a set of double doors. 

I looked up and down the long landing on the top floor and realised we were alone. The music from the ballroom was very, very faint and I no longer oozed the confidence of an hour ago.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sensing my doubt.

I felt my heart beating fast, my panties moistening. "You always pick on the vulnerable girls?" I joked, trying to regain some control against the affects of the alcohol.

"I'm sorry," he replied with a smile, "I thought you were here to be fucked."

I looked up at him in shock of his outburst. Up until now he had been the total gentleman, but I was only playing the naive guest. "I am." I told him.

He opened the doors to the room in front of us and led me inside a huge bed chamber. The decor was pretty much the same as the rest of the house except for a large over-sized four poster bed. But what really grabbed my attention were the four naked stallions stood at ease in a straight line with their hands behind their backs, wearing only their silver masks.

"Now what? I asked, my voice shaking with nerves.

My host took my hand. "Come with me."

He led me the short distance across the room until I was standing a few feet in front of the men. I scanned the line of hunks and recognised Tommy on the far right. I smiled at him but he remained expressionless, as did all the men. The only indication I had to how they were feeling was between their legs as I witnessed growing cocks across the line.

I was transfixed; my legs began to wobble as they turned to jelly admiring these naked men.

"We all want to see what's under the dress," the host told me as he stepped up close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he placed his hands on top of my bare shoulders. He gently slid his hands down my arms before reaching for my zipper and inching it down my spine. Once it had reached my lower back I felt the tension around my breasts ease slightly, and the cocks in front of me hardened further.

Tingles shot through my body as he went back to my shoulders and started running his fingertips gently up and down my arms. My dress hung on my bust, any slight movement and it would fall from my slender body. Then, relaxing my arms it did just that and the men gasped in unison. I was suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Here I was in a room with strangers, except for Tommy, in just a pair of black see through lace panties and heels. 

The host kissed the back of my neck, causing me to flinch. I took a deep breath and tried to relax for what was obviously going to happen. I closed my eyes and began moaning as my nipples hardened under his soft kisses. He moved up to my ear and whispered into it. "Enjoy every second, Sophie."

Shit! He knew my name I thought. What else did he know about me? But it was too late to ask questions as he pushed me forwards and the four men broke their silent line and circled me.

I was quickly swamped with eager hands, big hands as my panties were pulled down my legs and thrown away. I had a man on each side of me cupping my ass as they groped my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I threw my head back and moaned as another sunk to his knees and spread my legs for his tongue. It was a little awkward for him but he managed to get his head between my legs and lick at my soaking wet pussy. It felt like I was in some erotic dream as these studs groped, mauled, kissed and devoured my body. I loved every second of it as a couple of fingers replaced the tongue inside me and started to fuck me whilst their owner teased my clit. 

By now my legs had turned to jelly as the strong men held me up, keeping me in place as they each swapped places and enjoyed the delicate parts of my body. The fact we were all still wearing our masks only heightened my arousal and when I was finally pushed to my knees by two of the men I quickly opened my eyes and waited for the first cock to spread my hungry mouth open. 

I didn't have to wait long as someone's thick engorged mushroom like head was thrust into my face, jabbing my cheek before I took hold of it and fed it into my hot little mouth. I was so turned on I sucked him as deep as possible and he moaned above me, grabbing handfuls of my freshly styled hair. I loved the lustful sounds men made when I sucked their cocks; it felt so powerful, so erotically charged.

I bobbed my head for a few moments before another cock was thrust into my hand. I gripped it firmly and began stroking it as I worked the cock in my mouth harder. I felt another man wrapping chunks of my brown locks around his cock before he started jerking himself off with my hair. Again they swapped until I had stroked and sucked each of them. 

I could only account for four cocks so I wondered if my golden masked host had sampled what was an offer. My question was quickly answered when I was suddenly picked up and taken to him sitting on a large leather chair with no sides. How convenient I thought as I was lowered with my legs spread onto his cock. 

He was not too long but very thick and I felt some pain as the men lowered me on to him. He smiled and told me to take it as every fat inch spread my walls wide apart. He held me tight for a few moments allowing me to catch my breath and get used to his size. Grabbing hold of my breasts he took each nipple in turn into his mouth and we slowly began to fuck. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself and then he started thrusting his hips hard and fast in an upward motion. 

"Oh god, yes, yes fuck me! Fuck me!" I instinctively cried out.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "I can't wait to see you filled with cock, Sophie."

A man suddenly appeared in front of me behind the chair. It was Tommy. His big fat cock bouncing and throbbing inches from my face. Grabbing the back of my head he pulled me towards him and pushed himself inside my mouth. I smiled and gladly took him as I moaned and bounced on the cock deep inside of me.

I gagged around Tommy's cock as he pushed in harder and harder until he was deep in my throat, his balls banging against my chin. My eyes began to water but I worked harder, determined to take all this cock.

I felt other hands on me again, squeezing my ass and breasts. Tommy grabbed a handful of my hair and relaxed his thrusts slightly allowing me to work his cock. I was grateful for that before I was pushed as far forward as possible and felt the cock inside my pussy slow to almost a stop. I gasped as I felt a cold lubricant being applied to my anal opening. 

Knowing what was about to follow I sucked the head of Tommy's cock back into my mouth and braced myself. I didn't have to wait long as I felt something hard up against the tiny opening of my asshole. I felt hands on my ass cheeks and realised it was the host beneath me, his cock still buried inside me, throbbing viciously. Tommy held my head still and slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth and then I started to moan and cry out in pain.

Slowly and agonisingly some stranger spread my tiny hole, filling my ass with his cock. The pain was excruciating to begin with but once his cock was all the way inside my rectum he stopped pushing and my ass relaxed around his fat shaft. 

Then as if all in tune the three of them started fucking me. My body felt so full and tight. They were slow at first; easing me up and down back and forth before I started to moan that I was close to cumming. 

The two cocks inside me started thrusting harder and I gripped the back of the leather chair groaning louder and louder around Tommy's cock. Then suddenly someone yanked my head back by my hair, I assumed it was the guy fucking my ass as he started to really ram inside me.

"Uhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes, yes fuck me, ohhhhhhhhh yes!" I screamed.




The Other Men In My Life Ch. 04



I felt myself cumming. My climax consumed my body and washed through me like a tidal wave of intense pleasure. As soon as my orgasm subsided I was lifted and taken to the bed, juice dripping from my pussy. I was quickly told to get on top of the guy waiting for me and another cock was soon filling my eager little pussy. I wanted to come like that again. It was so intense

Two more cocks quickly entered my body and I was back to being double penetrated again with a third cock fucking my mouth. I had no idea how my mask managed to stay on but thankfully it did as the men swapped places over and over fucking me senseless. This rotation went on for some time, all five men using me, switching places and positions so that everyone got to sample what my body had to offer.

I lost count of how many orgasms I had and my body was now limp and tired and the men were finding it more and more difficult to keep holding me in position. I had also been fucked for so long I was no longer producing natural lubrication. I was relieved when somebody shouted out I had taken all I could. 

Thankfully they all agreed and I was picked up and carried to the other side of the room where I was placed gently on top of a table. The men all stood to the left of me and one behind me and I thought it odd before I noticed the camera standing a few feet to my right on a tripod. 

Looking into the lens I smiled, not for anyone's viewing pleasure but at my carelessness. It was too late to protest and I didn't have the energy anyway as the first load of hot cum splattered across my breasts. I immediately cupped them and began massaging the sticky seed into my skin.

A second load quickly followed but this time it shot out all over my face, mainly drenching the left side before a third guy joined him and covered the whole of my face. The men started laughing as I tried to wipe the stinging beads of cum from my eyes. 

Without being able to see I was taken unawares when a fourth shooting cock was forced inside my mouth, making me choke and gag as my mouth suddenly filled with cock and hot spurting cum. I adjusted myself quickly and started gulping down the load.

Finally wiping the cum from my eyes I leant up on my elbows and saw my host was the only one left to cum. Standing between my legs he slid his cock inside me and told me to look into the camera. I collapsed back onto the table and my pussy began pulsing as I turned to face the camera. With long deep strokes he fucked my pussy until I was soaking wet again.

"Tell the camera where you want my load, Sophie." He instructed me.

Looking into the glass lens I imagined millions of people sat behind computer desks watching me. Their cocks rock hard from wanking over the brutal fucking they just watched me take. 

"Fill my pussy." I said, hot cum covering my face and breasts.

"You want it in your hot little pussy, Sophie?" He teased.

"Yes," I moaned just before I came, "fill my dirty, cheating married pussy."

The thrill of it all was so overwhelming, like being on an emotional rollercoaster. My host continued to fuck me, moving in and out faster and harder until finally he could take no more and groaned out in pleasure. Squeezing my thighs hard he tensed up and started filling my womb with his hot cum. I felt him twitching inside me as I looked deeper into the camera.

I was never given a copy of any filming of that night. I don't even know if it truly was filmed. I woke in my bed the following morning; my chauffer had brought me home. I tried to call Tommy to ask about the camera but my texts were being rejected and his number came up as not in use.

I quickly jumped out of bed and searched for the dress, but it was gone, along with everything else I had worn that night, except for my black lace panties, which were mine anyway. I picked them up hoping it had all been a dream, but the gusset was soaked and stained with semen. It wasn't a dream.