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And Then There Were Three Ch. 01

By: MrBlueSkies



The author lives in the UK, hence the English spelling. The author will be pleased to receive constructive comments through the link below. 

Chapter 1

Just some things you should know now that you've found out about us. I know that you were bothered about loosing Paula but now you know that won't happen. Whatever has passed between her and me hasn't drastically altered her feelings for you; both of you have agreed that things will just be a little different from now on. That you want to carry on with what you have agreed says much about you Martin. Paula and I have talked at length about the situation and now we can tell you what you are going to do.

But first Martin, let me tell you how we got to where we are now. It started innocently enough, it always does.

It was the on-line charity auction in the office intranet that did it. There were the usual stuff, cakes baked to some special 'granny's' recipe, a mornings housework, a genuine Indian meal prepared by building services guy, free riding lesson and so on. We could all bid on-line with an end-date in a week or so. It was a bit dull I thought, so I offered a flight in a 2-seat light-aircraft 'in the vicinity of your house'; the plane would be piloted by me, hired from a local flying club. The auction really took off then (excuse the pun); the bidding went up very quickly with some staff bidding against each other several times. I occasionally logged on to see the progress; one time Paula's name popped up. I watched with added interest then. Somebody out-bid her and then another and then she bid again. Three were left in it and an idea formed. The flight was going to be photographed for the work magazine and also for pictures on the website. I wanted Paula to get the flight but I didn't want tons of people around at the time; also, she'd likely be out-bid and I didn't want to take either of the two guys left in the race. So, calmly, I 'bumped' into her and told her to stop bidding, I'd take her anyway.

She was delighted.

'When?' she asked.

'Anytime you like.' I said, 'a weekend is better; bring your husband to take some pictures before we go.'

She looked thoughtful for a second.

'Saturday?'

'It's a deal,' I said, 'see you at the local airfield at 9am. Wear trousers, lace-up shoes and bring a jacket and sunglasses.'

I was there at 8.30, plane ready and me waiting by it. Her car entered the car-park at her usual rate (fast) and I was pleased to see that she was alone. Great, no husband! She got out of the car. When I said trousers, I'd meant just that; I hadn't envisaged a pair of jeans that looked as if they'd been sprayed on. Boy did she look good; they fitted so closely, following every contour of her legs and crotch; the outline of her pussy lips clearly defined. I tried not to look (she told me later that I'd failed miserably).

'No husband?' I enquired.

'No.' She said, giving no further explanation.

I showed her around the aircraft and helped her into the small cockpit. As I walked around to the other side I noticed two pilot colleagues watching; out of Paula's sight, I grinned at them and silently mouthed, 'fuck off.' They waved back.

'Dirty, lucky bastard.' one softly called. I climbed in.

Getting her belted in was a nice experience as I adjusted the straps; she made it comfortable over her breasts. I glanced briefly at them; lovely. I fired up the engine, went through all the safety checks, explaining what I was doing as I did so. She looked lovely with the headset on and sunglasses. I called the tower and taxied around to the runway. I checked that she still wanted to go and she said she most certainly did. I radioed the tower and said I was ready for departure. I received clearance and entered the runway. With a glance at Paula I gave it full power and we tore down the runway, lifting off quite soon. A quick glance indicated that Paula was OK, she was grinning from ear to ear. I climbed out to 1000 feet and headed west towards the Brecon Beacons.

Paula was entranced at the wildness and the view; it was a perfect day. She wore the expression of an excited child as we levelled at 4000 feet and cruised around as I pointed out things on the ground and a hot-air balloon which we circled at a safe distance. The crew waved and Paula waved back. I asked her if she was enjoying it. She put her hand on my arm and said she was; she left her hand there for some times and then, just so naturally, dropped it to my upper leg and gently moved her hand back and forth. Bloody difficult flying with a hard-on I tell you. I headed back to the field and gave her the controls; nervous at first she later relaxed and I got her to turn it and hold it level and in a straight line. I took over again as we neared the airfield and she put her hand lightly back on my leg; she was apprehensive as I approached for landing as she said the runway looked too small.

'It's OK.' I said, 'it gets bigger the nearer you are.'

She giggled. 'So I see.'

I frowned and then realised. My hard-on was evident. 

I blushed and then moved her hand. 'I need to concentrate on this bit.' I said.

I called the airfield and in turn we were cleared to land. She went quiet as we approached and then just said 'Wow' as we touched down. I taxied to the club and shut the plane down. I showed her how to undo the safety harness by undoing mine. She undid hers and in one movement leaned over and kissed be full on the mouth.

'Thank you,' she said, 'that was the most marvellous experience.'

I looked at her in wonderment and said nothing; I was dumbstruck. I opened the door and got out, went round and opened her door and helped her out. The two guys who had watched us go were waiting already; they'd been listening on the radio and heard me call on the way in.

One of them, one of those good looking bastards that all we men hate, chanced his luck.

'Do I get a kiss like that if I take you flying?'

Paula stopped, looked him straight in the eye.

'No.' She said, and walked on.

I grinned at his disappointment and said nothing. Back at her car, I asked if she'd like a drink before going home.

'I thought you'd never ask.' She said, 'I'll follow you in my car.'

I drove to a riverside pub and we had a lovely hour which passed all too quickly. As we left the pub garden, she suggested a short walk along the river bank; there was an obvious path so we followed it, talking about the flight as we walked. I can't remember what I said exactly, but it prompted Paula to turn round and dig me in the ribs. I caught her wrist, she turned towards me and we went straight into a full blown kiss. She kisses so well as you know Martin. I was staggered at the intensity of it, her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed against mine. I rapidly became hard which she must have felt as she gave a short gasp as we kissed. I felt her gently, but quite deliberately, press her pubis into me. There was only one place this was going from here Martin.

We broke apart and looked at each other. We didn't say anything, just turned around and walked back to my car, hand in hand. When she got into her car, I asked her if we could get some time together. From our conversations, she knew that I often went out for a day on my own at weekends or that my wife regularly visited her mother, sometimes staying overnight. I also knew that you sometimes travelled with your work. She said she'd think about it; I thought then that she was having second thoughts already so didn't push things. It was a surprise therefore the following Monday, that she said that she was taking the Wednesday off and that you were going away that day and would be away overnight...and could we meet? Would I like to call round for coffee around lunch-time? Yes to both I said.

I'll never forget that Wednesday afternoon in your bed Martin. We never got around to the coffee. At first we fucked like it was going out of fashion, later we made love and talked.

I boldly drew up my car into your drive: when I got out, I took my briefcase with me, looking like some respectable business man come to talk insurance or whatever. Paula opened the door before I reached it and I entered your house. I turned around as she shut the door and dropped the latch; she looked stunning Martin. She'd put up her hair and had on a low-cut top just showing the swell of her breasts. What took my breath away however was the skirt she was wearing: it was impossibly short but she wore it so well and moved no naturally, so sure was she about herself. I went through into the sitting room, I didn't sit, just stood there looking at her. She asked me if I'd like coffee and I slowly shook my head as I looked into her eyes. 

'Good.' She said and moved towards me and kissed me full on the mouth.

It wasn't me that started the running Martin, it was your wife. She pressed against me as she kissed me; pulling away she took my hand, turned and walked me into the hall and to the foot of your stairs.

I was shaking either through excitement or nervousness, I don't know. She took the first step and I followed her up, my eyes on her incredible legs and bottom moving under her skirt. At the top of the stairs she turned left and led me into your bedroom. The room was bathed in sunlight filtering through the already drawn curtains; the thin duvet was pulled back over the sheets that you had vacated earlier that morning.

Your wife turned around to face me, 'I haven't done this before...' she said, and went to say more but I put the tip of my finger to her lips to silence her. I didn't want her going all guilty on me right now.

She paused, opened her mouth slightly, sucked in my finger and gently nipped it between her teeth. I moved towards her and went straight for her mouth, she let go of my finger a fraction before our lips met; we kissed without any finesse, hard with searching tongues, teeth on lips and grinding into each other. I roughly pulled off the clip holding her hair up and it fell free around her face. It was wild, raw passion Martin. We broke apart and your wife stepped back; as she looked me straight in the eyes, she crossed her arms as she gripped the hem of her top and in one fluid movement pulled it over her head. I was staggered, she stood looking at me as I looked back at Paula, her breasts free and wearing just that short skirt. She is beautiful Martin, you and I are both lucky men (and so are a couple of others before she married you she since told me). I pulled my shirt over my head and we embraced and kissed again as she undid the belt of my trousers; I pulled away, kicked off my shoes and pulled my trousers off, taking my socks with them. I stood there in my tight briefs with a seemingly huge erection and precum leaking through. Your wife gazed at my evident arousal; as she did so, she undid the clasp at the side of her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I looked at her in awe. Naked, her figure is perfect; she wore the briefest of thongs, the deep claret coloured one you bought for her, the triangular front piece evidently wet.

She moved backwards to the edge of your bed and sat down, pulled herself fully onto it and then lifting herself slightly, pulled down her thong and lifted her legs as she drew it off. She lay back fully and slightly parted her legs to expose the most perfect slit surrounded by neatly trimmed hair. Still standing, I pulled off my briefs and my hard cock sprang clear. Paula looked at it and then me; I moved to the bed and went to lie beside her but she pulled me on top of her. Then all hell broke lose. We kissed, bit sucked at each other her breasts were hard on by chest and she went mad when I kissed them, gasped when I sucked them and wild when I gently nipped each nipple in turn between my lips.

Her hand went down and grasped my solid prick (cock was too polite a term for this great leaking shaft) as I felt down to her slit; it is lovely and with smooth edges, as you know Martin, when I thrust a finger inside it was like opening a floodgate. Love juice poured from her; I went to go down on her but she grabbed my hair. 

'Please.' She whispered, 'Just fuck me David, please.'

I needed no further bidding Martin; as I moved to enter her she grabbed my prick and slid herself onto it in great haste. I followed with a thrust and she gasped, so loudly I thought I'd hurt her and went to withdraw.

'It's all right,' she breathed, 'keep going.'

And we did Martin, we fucked, there is no other word for it. Your wife met every thrust of mine, she grunted at each thrust, digging her nails into my back, biting my lip, repeating over and over again, 'fuck, fuck, fuck...'

At one point her flailing arms knocked a photo frame off the table next to your side of the bed. It landed face up on the bed and I had the odd experience of fucking your wife whilst looking of a picture of you and her on your wedding day. Bizarre! I couldn't keep this pace for long; I tried to stop for a while but she kept saying 'No' every time I slowed; eventually my control fell away and I knew I was going to cum very soon. I lunged deeper and fiercely into her and she started to raise her voice as she repeated over and over again, 'Harder, harder, harder...'; I put my hand over here mouth as I began to cum. I rammed my prick into her as hard and as deep as I could, she bit my hand and groaned. I came what felt for ages; it felt that good it almost hurt. I felt it rush through my prick and release into her. From walking into your house to now must have taken place over less than fifteen minutes. Your wife is a marvellous fuck Martin.

My erection faded away after a while and I relaxed and started to breathe more regularly. I looked down on her face, her lips were swollen from rough kissing and I noticed her eyes were moist.

I went to speak but she said, 'Don't say anything' and the words died on my lips.

As we lay quietly, my cock softened and started to move out of her: as it did so she gripped it with her vaginal muscles, a great feeling which I thought only my wife could do. I smiled down at her and withdrew my softened cock and moved down her body. 

'Where are you going?' she asked.

'I have some unfinished business to attend to.' I said softly and carried on down, kissing and sucking her breasts on the way.

She half-heartedly gripped my hair and softly said 'No.' but it had no conviction so I carried on down with my tongue. As I approached her now swollen lips she raised her hips slightly, offering up her lovely slit, now half open. A wonderful musky scent arose from her, a mixture of her natural womanhood, her love juices and my cum; it was wonderful. I found her slit with my tongue and moved up to her slightly hidden clitoris. When I tickled it lightly with my tongue, she sighed and pushed herself into my face; I drew back slightly and moved down, she lowered her hips to maintain contact with my tongue and I kept going down until her gorgeous arse was back on the bed. Your bed sheet was soaked. I kept up the stimulation of her clitoris, listening for signs of her enjoyment, they came soon enough, and to my eternal delight, so did she.

And boy, did she let me know it was cumming.

First a great sigh, followed by a 'Fucking hell.' then a rush of fluid, a deep moan and then an almighty shudder and a flood of liquid filled my mouth. She grabbed my hand and pushed it down, 'fingers.' I heard her say, 'fingers.' She said again. I thrust two fingers roughly inside her and she clamped down on them instantly. I vigorously moved them inside her as she thrust herself onto them and thrashed around as each wave moved through her. Eventually she quietened down and I stopped moving my fingers. When she was still I gently removed my fingers; as I did so, she opened her eyes and looked at me hazily. She told me that was the first time it had happened to her for over two years. By my reckoning, that meant that you hadn't given her an orgasm since you married her Martin. Also, over two years ago meant that somebody had before you married her, when you knew her. I said nothing.

We lay together for a while, saying nothing, she with her head on my shoulder, occasionally drifting off and coming back again. I looked down on her beautiful face and thought what a lucky man I was that afternoon. I leant over and kissed her softly and she stirred and opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into mine. I returned her kiss and then moved to her neck (she likes that doesn't she Martin?) and then her breasts. She started to react and, to my surprise, so did I. We made love then in the true sense of the term. We smiled, we moved together, talked, laughed and all the time me moving in and out of your wife. She told me I was wonderful, a great lover, marvellous to be in bed with and how much she loved my 'huge prick' she called it. This surprised me somewhat as I don't consider my self huge: my wife says my cock is lovely and thick, but not huge. Anyway, it did my ego a world of good. Fancy bedding a beautiful and passionate woman and being told your prick is huge as you make love with her! We went on for quite some time, stopping if I threatened to cum. After what seemed like a great while, I felt that my balls were going to explode. I stepped up the pace and when I didn't slow down I saw in her face that she knew I was going to cum soon. As I drove more forcefully into her she began to meet my thrusts. As I began to cum, she looked me in the eyes and simply said. 

'Fill me with your cum David.'

I needed no second bidding Martin, ramming deeply into your wife and staying deep as I emptied into her.

After some minutes I moved from her and lay beside her. She curled up beside me and told me again what a good lover I was. She went silent for a while and then saying that she didn't want to say too much out of loyalty to you (strange that, after what we had just been doing) but wanted to say something. It was then she told me about you and your hang-up over your small penis; she said there were other things as well which she didn't want to go into.

Evidently your penis is 'small' whatever 'small' means; being a man I just had to ask 'in comparison to mine for example.' She held up her hand with thumb a finger about three inches apart. In response, I pulled the duvet back and pointed out that was about the same as my now flaccid penis. She then said that that is the size of your penis when hard. That explains the flattering comments about my size, I thought. I made a crude comment about it's not the size that matters but what you do with it, which I instantly regretted as a look of pain flashed across her face. She said she didn't have a hang-up about it, but you most definitely do Martin. She says it sometimes borders on an obsession and seldom does a day go by without you mentioning it. I wanted to ask (pry) as to how sex was with you Martin but I didn't have the nerve. You are getting into bed every night with a woman who has the looks most women would kill for. It couldn't be a matter of not wanting you, and you clearly do get hard but not hugely so.

Why is she telling me this I asked myself? I listened for a while and have to say got a voyeurs thrill out of hearing the intimate details of your love life. As we lay there talking about your penis, your wife started to stroke mine which felt good. My cock stirred, becoming full but not hard. It felt good and I relaxed, enjoying the feeling.

Paula said she felt better for talking and I wondered if she'd off-loaded some guilt. We lay there, her stroking my full cock and me running my fingers through her hair. Almost imperceptibly she stirred and kissed my shoulder and then down to my nipples; how did she know I liked that? She still had hold of my cock as she sucked them and tickled them with her tongue. Effortlessly, she moved down and in one fluid movement sucked my cock into her warm mouth. I was stunned at the way in which she did it, that she did it at all, and that my cock sprang into life for the third time that afternoon. She slowly sucked my cock to a respectable erection; she ran her tongue along its underneath and scratched it lightly with her teeth, which I found a real turn-on. Every now and then she plunged her mouth all the way down several times. It is a wonderful feeling as you know. She kept this going for several minutes and I felt myself approaching the edge; I just said her name, to warn her of my cumming, but she ignored it and kept going. My prick exploded, the first jet of cum went over the side of her face and into her hair; she deftly plunged her mouth fully over my prick. It has been my most intense cum ever Martin; I thought it wouldn't stop, I almost felt faint as my heart raced. It was absolutely wonderful.


And Then There Were Three Ch. 01



When I quietened down she drew my cock from her mouth and moved up towards me. I sensed what she was going to do and I wasn't wrong; she kissed me full on the mouth, pushing my lips apart with her tongue, allowing a flood of my cum from her mouth into mine. We kissed passionately passing my cum between us, making our lips slippery; I licked it from her face and passed it to her. She said what wonderful tasting cum I had.

After a while we lay together and talked about not much. I said that I should go. Paula asked if we could be like this again soon. I was delighted and said we most certainly could. She suggested that sometimes I could come to your house and use your bed. I suggested that with the regular work journeys I did and the team-building events that the company felt it had to do from time to time, that we could both get away on the pretext of such an event. You never questioned them and neither did my wife. If we were discreet at work we felt secure that nobody would think anything untoward, for the obvious reason I'll tell you in a moment.

Before I went to go, she offered me a shower, knowing it would be difficult to go home with my thighs and pubic hair plastered in her love juices and my cum. So we showered (not keen on your choice of shower-gel by the way Martin, and neither is Paula, you'll need to change it for us). As we dried each other, she said that she'd love to bed me straight after I'd been with my wife. I was dumbstruck by this, and even more dumbstruck by my reply.

'I'd like to be with you soon after you've been bedded by Martin.' I said.

'I can try.' She said, and that was all.

I dressed and we kissed good-bye. I left you house with my briefcase looking like a typical business man. She waved me good-bye and shut the door as I reversed into the road. On the way home I pulled into one of those car parks by a viewpoint which are quite common around this area, I wanted time to compose myself before walking through my own door and seeing my wife. I couldn't believe my luck Martin, to have had such a wonderful time with a beautiful woman who clearly wanted me when she could have chosen anyone she wanted ...and a woman who is twenty years younger than me at that.

After a week or so, we arranged to meet again a few days later. You were going away overnight, Paula would 'phone in sick on the day and I would book as working from home in the company calendar so that there would be no link between our joint absence. Paula reminded me of our parting conversation from our last time together, about our respective partners. I thought it may have been a post carnal thought, but evidently not. She reckoned you'd be gone by 10am but asked me to park some distance away down the road and walk to your house. If your red car was there, then wait 'til you'd driven off.

I made my wife late for work by a combination of flattery, pampering her and softening her up for a quickie (at which she it particularly skilled). We had quick but satisfying time and my wife had to dash as she'd miss her train. I told her to use the bathroom first and go. She did and left me in my dressing gown with a sticky penis and drying love juice on my thighs. My wife would be at work for the day so I was a free agent. If the office wanted to contact me, they'd do so on my company mobile.

I washed (but not my penis) and shaved and drove to your road, a one way street, parking just beyond the pedestrian crossing and on the opposite side of the road to your house. Your car was still there: I had deliberately got there early. I was going to do something cruel. You may remember it Martin? After ten minutes or so, I saw you in my mirror leave the house and get into your car. As you reversed it into the street, I reached behind me and lifted out my briefcase; I got out of the car. My timing was perfect, I walked to the edge of the pedestrian crossing as you approached and you stopped to let me across. I walked slowly across and looked you in the eye as I raised my hand in thanks. Under my breath, but audibly, I said, 'I'm just going to fuck your wife.' You raised your hand and smiled at my thanks. As I reached the opposite pavement, you drove on. I was surprised how young you looked, and quite good looking at that; one would never have known you have a little penis.

I walked confidently up to your house and knocked on the door. It opened slightly and Paula peered around the edge as she stood behind it. I stepped in and saw that she was in her dressing gown (the lacy one you bought her). Her hair was tousled and had that 'just got up' look, which I soon knew she had. She said she thought it was you come back for something you forgotten. We stood looking at each other. 

'I kept my part of the bargain.' I said.

She replied that she had too...sort of. We kissed and then she broke away and led me upstairs to your bedroom. On the landing, she dropped her dressing gown off her shoulders and then off altogether, dropping it onto the chair as she walked by (you'll become very familiar with that chair later Martin). I followed your wife's perfect arse into your bedroom. The bed was drawn back; in the centre of the rumpled sheets was a damp patch. Wow, I thought, she did it. She fell onto your bed and pulled the sheet over her. I undressed as quickly as I could and then moved to your side of the bed, my cock erect and pubic matted with my wives juice. I pulled the sheet back and moved over her and we kissed deeply. I nipped her neck and then her lovely breasts and then down to taste her. She half grabbed my hair but I pulled away and carried on down. As I got to her trimmed hair I felt a cold wetness and a then a familiar scent of cum. her trimmed hair was matted with it, still wet and with dried cum on her upper leg. I hesitated.

'Martin has another problem.' I heard her say.

It was certainly evident, on this morning at least, that you do have a problem. Not only a small penis Martin, but you have a hair-trigger problem as well don't you?

Paula muttered that she wanted to taste my wife on me. I moved beside her as she went down to by hard cock. She licked my shaft and pushed her tongue amongst my pubic hair. She told me my wife tasted lovely, that she could taste my cum and her juices mixed.

'Describe your wife's pussy to me.' Paula asked me between sucks my rampant prick.

I did, telling her the most intimate details of the woman I been married to for well over twenty years. I felt no guilt whatsoever as I told her what we had done together this morning, how she tasted, that she'd had a quick orgasm and I given her a quick hard fucking and enjoyed a good cum.

'Does she give you a blow-job?'

'Yes.'

Does she swallow?'

'No.'

'Does she cum when you fuck her?'

'Seldom.'

'Does she cum when you go down on her?'

'Yes, always.'

Then she asked, but while looking at and kissing my prick.

'How many times has my lovely prick been unfaithful?'

I hesitated. She gently nipped the end between her teeth.

'Three.' I gasped.

'Naughty prick lying to Paula.' She said, and nipped the end harder.

'Five,' I almost yelped, 'five.'

'Only love Paula now.' She said, and then took the whole of me in her mouth.

I started to cum and Paula let me empty into her mouth; it felt wonderful. We kissed as we had a few days before, swapping my cum to and fro. She then rose up and straddled my head; leaning forward she pressed her pubis, still wet from your cum, into my face. She smeared your premature cum over my mouth and pressed it into my nose so that I could breath in the scent of your cum at the same time as I tasted it. I loved the kinkiness of it. I thought of you driving to wherever you were going. I was certainly having a better time than you.

I asked her, when you did manage to get it in, if the sex was good.

'Oh, yes.' She said, 'but not for long.'

I said it must be frustrating for her. She said it was - but she'd found a way to get something out of it and give your pride a boost Martin. Your wife bought you a strap-on dildo didn't she? She said it was useful after you had come or when you'd come over her before you got your miserable little dick inside. She showed it to me; very nice; I wonder why she bought you a black one? It is a good size too; I bet you feel very manly when you wear it.

We were hungry so got up and showered; whilst we were in there she turned and kissed me; as she did I lifted her up and she wrapped her lovely legs around my hips, her arms around my neck, her gorgeous slit against my cock. (I'm also stronger than you evidently, by the way Martin) As we stood there kissing, I reached and turned off the shower; we stood like that kissing in the silence after the noise of the shower. I was an odd feeling at first: initially a warm spreading sensation and then a full-blown gush of hot liquid spraying over my belly; Paula was pissing over us both. It ran across my belly between us, over my cock, around my balls and down both legs. As it went on, she drew her head back and smiled at me; it was the most erotic feeling. Eventually she stopped; she smiled again, 'I thought we should try the rinse cycle' she said, and reached across and turned the shower on again. She said nothing more about it, as if it was the most natural thing to do. She turned off the shower and stepped out; I dried her and she did the same to me, kissing my cock on the way by.

We went downstairs and ate toast and drank your coffee. I was starving and needed the energy.

'You make some more coffee,' she said, 'I'll be back in a few minutes.'

She turned and I heard her go back upstairs. I made coffee, poured a cup and stood looking out of your garden window, marvelling at my luck. I heard her come back down the stairs, hesitated when she realised I wasn't in the kitchen and then into the room where I had my back to her.

'I hope you like black.' She said.

I turned around. 

'My God.' I breathed softly.

She stood there with her hair pulled up, emphasising her graceful neck. She had on a tight, black basque which fitted closely down to her hips and up to half cups supporting her breasts which swelled over the top. From where it ended at her hips, suspenders held up black stockings. The blackness of the basque complemented her light strip of pubic hair, so recently matted with your cum. She stood six inches taller in black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes. I have never seen a woman dressed like this other than in pictures. I was speechless.

'Well?' she asked.

I shook my head slowly from side to side. 

'Why me Paula?' I stupidly asked.

She was silent for a few seconds.

'Because I'm falling in love with you David.' She said and walked slowly towards me.

We kissed for a while and then she asked for a coffee, sat down with it. It was bizarre, Paula sat there, sitting quite normally, in a basque, her breasts spilling out of it and her wonderful slit fully exposed. The trouble was, I was beginning to fall in love too, but I didn't tell her.

I offered her my hand and helped her off the chair and led her up the stairs. We spend the rest of the day making love generally, talking between bouts. her stockinged legs felt wonderful around my waist as we made love; not 'fucked' now Martin have you noticed, 'made love' We were on the slippery slope. 

'Lay on your back.' She said.

I rolled over and she sat astride me. She took me inside her and then settled all her weight upon me gasping as she did so. The feeling of being deep inside her was intense.

The 'phone beside the bed rang. She looked across at it, hesitated and then smiled a wicked smile. Before I could stop her, she leant forward and picked it up.

'Hello darling.' She said. 

I heard Martin's distant voice.

'I'm upstairs in our room. Oh, the usual stuff, the same old grind.' She said, pushing down on me as she said it.

I heard his voice again.

'That's fine.' She said. 'Just drive carefully and I'll see you later.'

His disembodied voice again.

Then, 'Martin, wait, keep talking to me'.

As he did so and she muttered the minimal responses one does when listening on the 'phone, she pumped vigorously up and down on me. As she listened to her husband, I came heavily inside his wife.

As I finished, she sat still again and drew the call to a close.

'I love you too.' She said, while looking down at me, and switched the 'phone off.

'You're crazy.' I said.

'I have discovered fucking David rather than just making love. I want to get all I can from it as nothing lasts for ever.'

I pondered the last bit but she stopped further conversation by getting off me, turning around and taking my cock into her mouth whilst pressing her wetness to my mouth. The scent and taste of her and me was overwhelming.

As I prepared to go, Paula asked me if there was anything I'd like her to do for me. I said that I felt her pubis would look super shaved rather than trimmed. Was there anything else? I thought for a bit about the thoughts on something I'd never done.

'Go on.' She said, 'say it.'

'I'd love to make love to your gorgeous arse'

She went silent.....'I'll give that some thought.' She said.

As I drove home, I sincerely hoped she would.

The last time we met was at a 'team building event'; the team being just us two. The guy behind the reception desk looked at Paula and then me; his look said 'lucky bastard.' or was it 'lucky old bastard?' He looked admiringly at her legs, clad in tights/stocking which had a large mesh about an inch across, the effect was as if her legs were wrapped in a layer of a fishing net. You recognise what I'm talking about, don't you Martin? 

Several things were memorable about that last time; looking back, I can see now that she had been planning to get us to where the three of us are now. Clever woman your wife; we both walked straight into it.

We went up to our room. She'd promised to bring some clothing especially for sex, but, 'I don't want to wait.' She said. I found out why quite quickly. She headed for the bedroom while I poured a drink; she emerged in a couple of minutes, walking in as is it was a perfectly normal thing to do....walking into a room clad from neck to toe in a body stocking, the legs which I had seen earlier. She looked stunning; the stocking fitted her form completely, apart from the exposed crotch area. She had shaved completely. Paula noticed my glance at her shaved mound.

'Martin shaved me for you this morning' she said.

I swallowed a mouthful of vodka in one. 

'I wore this for Martin this morning.' She paused. 'Take me to bed David' she quietly asked.

I walked to her and kissed her lightly, took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. I quickly stripped as she lay on the bed, her legs slightly apart to give me a teasing view of her slit, moist even from where I stood. I lay straight beside her and kissed her breast where the hard nipple poked through the mesh of the body-stocking. She took hold of my hair and pushed my head down. I didn't resist. My mouth went past her slit and then upward toward it as she parted her legs; my tongue went straight into her lips and I got a slippery feeling of something entering my mouth; and then I tasted your cum. 

'Lick my husbands cum from my wet cunt, David.' Paula said with a slightly hard edge to her voice, 'Drink wimpy Martins cum from your lover.'

I did, and went at it with enthusiasm, licking her clitoris between times. She came in a couple of minutes with, a massive groan and a flood of love juice. When she quietened, she pulled my head up to hers, grabbing my prick and guiding it straight into her through the open crotch of the body-stocking. I wasn't gentle with her Martin. I held her arms outstretched either side of her and put the full weight of my lower body onto my legs which were covering her. Pinned down as she was, I roughly rammed my prick into her with as much force as I could muster. She loved it Martin.

'Fuck me my David; fill me with your huge prick David: fuck me like a proper man David: rape me, David: hurt me, David, hurt me.' it went on and on.

Speaking as I rammed into her, I said,

'You fucking whore: fucking adulteress: unfaithful bitch: you deserve to be fucked like a dog.'

'Yes,' she said, 'I do.'

I pulled out of her and rolled off; I roughly turned her over and dragged her to her knees. She stuck her beautiful arse high into the air and I smacked it hard. She gasped; I smacked it again and then plunged my prick into her now gaping cunt. I fucked her hard, but not for long as I felt my control slip away. She gave a sharp intake of breath as I went deep into her to cum. I pulled back and let the whole lot go. I came so hard it hurt Martin. Paula said, over and over again.

'Fill me, fill me, fill me...' as I pumped cum into her.

She collapsed under me and we lay still, she on her font with me lying lightly along her back.

'I love you David.' She said softly.

I said that I was feeling much the same way, not falling in love with Paula and out of love with my wife, just being in love with two people.

'That sums up my feelings too' she said. After a while she said, 'Come beside be, I want to tell you more about Martin.'

I pulled out of your wife and moved beside her, turning on my back as I did so. She turned and lay in my arms. I asked her what it's about?

'Martin has started to say and suggest strange things.' She paused, 'I think he actually enjoys being like he is, small and an inadequate lover. He's gets his kicks from feeling humiliated.'

She paused, 'Now it's becoming obvious.'

'How?' I asked.

She said, 'When he cums before entering me, he goes on about how perhaps I should punish him by strapping his arse with his belt whilst telling him what a hopeless lover he is, and how he wouldn't blame me if I had a lover to turn to and came home and made him eat my lover's cum out of me.'

All a bit near this I thought.

'Have you tried any of this?' I asked.

'Yes.' She said, 'it got a bit insistent so I gave it a try - he loves it.'

'Tell me' I said (a bit too eagerly I think)

She told me about when you came over the sheets before you got anywhere near her Martin. You started to go on about being strapped, so she snapped at you to lay face down on the bed. She said that whilst she took the belt from your jeans she noticed that you were trembling. At first, she only very lightly brushed you with the belt, but you very soon asked her to strike your arse harder, which she did. And then harder again; you squirmed, your arse got redder and Paula felt herself getting wet. As she realised this, she saw that the cheeks of your arse were clenching rhythmically; you were cumming again Martin, weren't you. She stopped strapping and looked down on you.

'Fetch your dildo Martin.' She said, and up you got.

Evidently you gave her the best fuck you'd given her for ages. She said you looked quite good with your black dick and your cum stuck to your thighs. She said how satisfied you looked to, as if you'd done a proper job of it at last.

She said that the belt gave way to a small cane and how you like to be left with stripes across you arse. Recently, now that you always cum ever so early, she tells me that you cry and kneel asking for forgiveness, and 'please don't cane me.' but Paula does cane you, because that's what you want really Martin, isn't it?

By the time your wife had told me all of this, I'd got another hard-on. Paula got up and went into the bathroom, returning with the small bottle of skin lotion that hotels give you.

'Lay on your back.' She said.

I did, with my prick standing at a slight angle. Paula sat beside me, opened the bottle and squeezed out a good amount of the pink cream on the tip of my knob: it felt cold and smelt quite pleasant. She rubbed it gently over the length of my cock and then some more until I was covered in slippery lotion. She squeezed a large dollop of it on the end and then straddling and facing me. She reached behind her, steadied my prick with her fingers, and lowered herself until her arse engaged with the tip of my prick. She took her hand away, and started to impale herself on my prick. I held my breath, willing myself not to cum; she had her eyes shut in concentration. She eased herself off and then back on a couple of times to spread the lotion. As she eased herself down more, she breathed in sharply a couple of times.




And Then There Were Three Ch. 01



She stopped, 'I can't do it David,' she said, 'sorry, it hurts too much.'

'It's alright,' I said, 'it doesn't matter.'

She kept saying sorry as she reached behind her once more and, looking me in the eyes, slid her hand up and down my penis. She help it against the crack of her arse and buried it between the cheeks as I came. It felt bloody good Martin, cumming between the cheeks of your wife's perfect arse.

We go up and went to shower together, but before we did, she made me sit in the double bath. She then stood astride me and pissed all over my chest and legs. Believe me Martin, it is so sexy. We showered afterwards and went down to eat. The waiter and barman practically tossed off in public as they ogled at her incredibly short skirt. They gave me mixed looks of envy and hate in equal measure. They must have wondered what such a beautiful woman could see in a man clearly very much older than herself.

After dinner, we made love, slept some, woke up and made love again. In the morning we were late for breakfast (more dirty looks from the waiter). We packed our respective bags. Just before we were to leave the room; Paula lifted her skirt, laid down on the bed, pulled her knickers to one side and simply said.

'Fuck me David, please, hard and quick.'

I did! She urged me deeper and locked her legs around me as I came. I rolled off and she reached for a tissue and placed it in her knickers.

'Don't want to leak all over the place' she said.

Now she had us both Martin.

The rest you know. You were pleased to see her home. She enticed you to bed, ensured that you came far too early (not difficult) and then asked you to go down on her before she caned you for being 'a naughty boy' When you realised what you were tasting it was too late wasn't it Martin? She clamped her thighs around you head and expressed my cum out of herself and into your mouth.

'I've found a real man,' she said, 'and I am going to tell you what I am going to do about it.'

You cried, and begged her not to leave you; she told you that she had no intention of leaving, but from now on, things will be different for the three of us. 

Evidently, your face was a picture!

'Three of us?'

'Yes,' she said, 'three of us, now fetch your cane and come back with my darling black penis on.'

To be continued

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And Then There Were Three Ch. 02



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Chapter two

I was apprehensive as I approached Paula and Martin's house. I had no idea she was setting us both up to meet eventually. When she informed me that she had told Martin everything I thought that was the end of it, not the beginning of another phase. I'd only seen him that once as I crossed the road on my way to his house to bed Paula; how were we both going to react when we met? It was bizarre.

I rang the bell and waited. Silence at first, then movement behind the frosted glass of the door. Paula opened it. She looked stunning: her hair was held up by a large red hair-clip. It matched perfectly the skin-tight low-cut red top she wore, which finished above her navel, showing her perfect flat stomach all the way down to her hips, to which clung the shortest of tight fitting miniskirts. So short, it showed slightly the tops of her stockings. She wore impossibly tall black stiletto heeled shoes. She looked wonderful.

'Are you going to stand there all evening?' she enquired with a smile.

I stepped into the hall; she shut the door behind me, turned, reached up and kissed me full on the mouth.

'I've missed you.' She whispered. Then, in her normal voice, 'Come and meet Martin.'

She took my left hand in her right and led me in to the sitting room.

Martin stood as I entered the room; he was taller than I imagined him to be. He was good looking and much the same age as Paula: I felt a lot older by comparison. He came towards me, smiling. I stood there hand in hand with his wife.

Paula said, 'David, this is Martin, my husband; Martin, this is David, my lover.'

'Hello David.' he said, 'I've been looking forward to meeting you.'

We shook hands, man to man. I was slightly taken aback; this was how you greeted somebody for the first time for sure. What gave it a surreal quality was he was greeting the guy who had regularly been bedding his enthusiastic wife. There was a short silence.

'David, let me get you a drink.' he said, 'vodka isn't it, with ice?'

'Yes,' I said, still slightly unnerved, 'thank you.'

'Sit down, please.' he said.

I sat (collapsed?) in the nearest chair. Paula sat opposite me on the sofa, slowly and deliberately crossing her legs, showing her thighs and white thong in the process. Surely not I thought, not tonight, tonight was to talk, wasn't it? Martin brought me my drink and sat down in the other chair; they both raised their glasses.

'Your good health David,' said Martin, 'I'm sure we'll become good friends.'

This is weird I thought. Paula broke the ice.

'Martin would like our arrangement to continue David,' she said, not looking at him, 'I would certainly like it to. However, now that Martin knows, I would like him involved too.'

I looked at Martin, he nodded and smiled.

'We feel that he can learn from us and also continue enjoying the humiliation which he takes pleasure in; am I right so far Martin?' she asked, without looking at him.

He nodded at her and then at me.

'I'm not at all embarrassed about this David, you know it all anyway.' He said, without any hint of bitterness. 'We've been fantasising about Paula with another man during sex for ages, it's always been a great turn-on for us.'

He continued, 'And now it's happening, our sex is great, Paula orgasms when I use the dildo and I get to be told how small my prick is compared to yours.'

'Martin asks me to tell him every last detail of our times together David,' Paula said, 'and I enjoy telling him.'

I sat there speechless; this was a bit of a shock to say the least.

'Another drink David?' asked Martin.

I looked at my empty glass; some evaporation must have taken place, I couldn't remember drinking it.

'Thank you Martin,' I said, 'thank you very much.'

I looked across at Paula, trying to get some sort of hint as to what happens next. She just smiled openly at me and slowly re-crossed her legs. Martin returned with a large vodka; I thanked him gratefully. I felt the need to take some form of control here.

I asked, 'What happens now, where do we go from here?'

'Bed,' said Paula softly, and then added, 'eventually.'

She slowly stood up, put down her glass, crossed the room and sat on my lap.

'I'll take that.' She said, taking my glass from me and placing it on the table beside my chair.

I looked at Martin, he was watching intently, his lips slightly parted, his breathing audible. I looked at Paula and was immediately conscious of two things; I could feel the heat of her crotch through my trousers, and that my cock was beginning to stir. She smiled and leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. We held the kiss for a good half minute when she slowly drew away.

'Now you can have your drink back.' She said and leaned across to get it. As she did so, I looked across at Martin; he was entranced and clearly affected.

'Wow.' was all he said.

Paula gave me back my drink and then stretched cat-like the whole length of her body; as she did so, the skirt rode above her stockings, revealing the short suspenders and the smooth skin of her thighs. She rose up and walked across to the sofa, slowly sat down in the centre of it and then looked at Martin and then to me.

'Come and sit here both of you.' She said, patting the seat either side of her. This girl was in control.

We both moved to sit either side of her, taking our drinks with us. I placed mine on the table beside the sofa. Martin took a healthy gulp of his and held on to it. Paula reached behind her, pulled out the soft cushion from behind her back and laid it on the broad arm of the sofa beside me. She then swivelled around on her arse, put her legs across Martins lap and laid on her back across mine with her head on the pillow.

'That's better,' she said, 'much more comfortable.'

She looked good laying there, looking up at me.

'Can I have another kiss now please?' she asked, smiling.

My thoughts were all over the place now.

'Please.' She said again.

I lowered my head and she gently took hold of my hair and pulled my head down. I kissed her lightly but she pulled my hair harder and we kissed heavily, our tongues flitting in and out. We held it for some time, kissing heavily and sometimes noisily.

I pulled away but she held on to my hair and said 'No, don't stop, please.'

I was conscious of Martin, who I could hear breathing heavily, but let myself be pulled down again. Now the brakes were clearly off. As we kissed again I moved my right hand to her left breast, splayed my fingers and then gently closed them, squeezing the nipple through her top. Paula moaned and squirmed slightly, pushing her breast hard against my hand. Her nipple rapidly rose erect and firm. I moved my hand to her other breast. She broke away from our kiss.

'Wait.' She said softly.

'Martin,' she said, 'feel how wet I am' and then pulled my head down again, but this time to her breast.

I pulled off the shoulder strap and pulled down one side of her top to expose her breast and lowered my mouth to the erect nipple.

'Christ.' I heard Martin say; '

I heard Martin's ragged breathing as he watched me suck his wife's breast; she lifted her hips slightly as I felt him moving. I was conscious of some movement but it was Paula's reaction which alerted me that he was doing what he'd been told to do. She gasped slightly, just after he did having found out just how wet she was.

'Fuck me.' he muttered.

Paula, moaned loudly. I looked to my right; Martin looked is a right state. He was clearly aroused; he was breathing in rapid, short breaths. He had pulled Paula's thong to one side and was looking down at his two fingers, which were buried in his wife's shaven slit; they were acting as a chute, funnelling his wife's love-juices into and over the palm of his hand. It was an extraordinary sight. He noticed me; smiled slightly, pulled his fingers from Paula and then offered them to my mouth. I gladly leaned towards him and sucked them. Boy, did she taste good.

'When you two have finished,' she said, 'I think it's time we all went upstairs.'

'Yes.' breathed Martin.

I said nothing; I leaned back so that Paula could stand. She turned, looked down on us both and offered us a hand each.

'Come.' She said.

There won't be too much difficulty there, I thought as we both stood up. She turned and walked towards the bottom of the stairs and then looked over her shoulder.

'Well?' she asked.

We followed her.

There was a slightly funny moment when he and I hesitated to let the other go up the stairs first; he went and I followed and was glad I did. Paula was then over half-way up, and what a wonderful sight she was. She'd left the shoulder strap down, her skirt which had previously ridden up revealed her wonderful arse; her thong had stayed pulled to one side as Martin had done. The cheeks of her arse were clearly wet, as was the tops of her legs, the inside of her thighs and the tops of her stockings. She was a sight to behold.

Paula paused, and then turned in the doorway of the bedroom, Martin got to the landing, pausing by the chair; I reached the landing and stopped. She looked lovely, standing there with her breast still exposed. Now we were all on the same level, Paula looked at Martin.

'Martin, sit on the chair and wait, I'll call you later.'

He hesitated, nodded assent and sat down.

'David, you come with me.' She said, turned, and walked into the bedroom.

I looked down at Martin as I passed his chair. He looked up at me and gave a sheepish grin.

'Looks like you're first.' He said.

I nodded and continued into the bedroom. I turned to close the door.

'No,' Paula said, 'leave it open.'

I looked at her quizzically.

'Really?' I asked. She nodded.

'Take off your clothes just there, where Martin can see you.'

Without any embarrassment, I started to strip. As I did so, Paula stepped out of her shoes and lay back on the bed. She pulled the other shoulder strap down and then pulled the top down to leave both breasts free. She pulled up the skirt to just below her waist and pulled the thong fully to one side. She smiled at me as she began to gently finger herself. I was down to my briefs; I pulled them down and my seemingly huge prick sprang clear. I turned to look at Martin; he was sat on the edge of the chair, staring at my erection. I tightened the muscle at the base of my prick and a huge tear-drop of pre-cum oozed freely out. Without taking my eyes from Martin, I reached down and spread the pre-cum over the head of my prick and then slowly took myself in hand and spread it over its length. I stood there, looking directly at him as I slowly masturbated myself.

He started to fumble at the zip of his trousers as Paula said clearly, so that we could both hear.

'David, come here and fuck me with that.'

I shrugged at Martin and moved towards her bed and out of his sight.

I moved onto the bed and knelt astride her hips with my hands either side of her shoulders. I knelt there looking down upon her with my leaking prick hanging down like a horse (though sadly not as big!). I bent my arms and lowered my head to kiss her. We kissed deeply; as we did so, Paula reached down and took my prick into her hand. I pulled away and fastened my lips to her breast. She breathed in deeply and audibly and then loudly telling me to suck harder. I moved to her other breast and she got louder. I thought of Martin sitting outside, listening to me sexually using his wife.

'Let me suck your wonderful huge prick, David,' she said, 'force it into my mouth.'

I moved up to straddle her chest and leaned forward, at the same time grasping my prick and forcing it down to her mouth.

'My God, it's huge' she said.

I stifled the last word as I pushed my dripping prick into her mouth.

'Mmmm.' She moaned through her filled mouth.

I reached behind me and stated to massage her clitoris. She grasped my prick, and pulled it from her mouth.

'Christ, that feels good.' She said, and then jammed my prick back into her mouth.

She went silent as I continued to stimulate her; she started to suck harder on my prick and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off cumming for much longer. I stopped touching her, pulled my prick from her mouth and moved to go down on her.

'Oh, yes please.' She said loudly, 'lick my cunt David.'

She offered herself to my mouth and I found her clitoris with my tongue. She groaned loudly as I started to stimulate her erect clitoris and then went silent as I licked it in earnest. She didn't stay quiet for long; she started to give loud gasps and words of encouragement like 'Yes, harder, gently, make me cum' and then went silent again.

In the silence that followed, from the landing, I heard the unmistakable sound of Martin cumming.

Paula must have heard it too as she quietly laughed, ejecting a gush of love juice as she did so. No sooner had the sounds of Martin died down when Paula stated to spectacularly orgasm. It came on suddenly and with force; she grunted and then shouted.

'Cumming, I'm cumming!' and all hell let loose.

She bucked into my face and forcefully grabbed my hair; she let out a series of loud shudders as waves of spasms went through her, saying, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck ...' over and over again.

Eventually it subsided and she quietened down. When she lay still, she released my hair. As I pulled away for air she simply said, 'Fuck me David, please.'

I rose above her and she grasped my leaking prick, digging her nails in as she did so. She pulled it (and me with it!) and fed it into her sopping wet slit. I rammed it in hard and she gave a loud 'Yes.' With her husband listening on the landing, we just plain fucked. There was no finesse whatsoever, it was just animal fucking. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping into her arse as I pumped her hard.

She kept up a running commentary; 'I love your huge prick David; fuck me hard with your lovely prick, fill me with your cum, make me pregnant.' (the last one a bit of a surprise) she just kept it going all the time, I presume for Martins sake as much as mine. It wasn't long before my control began to slip away.

'I'm going to fill your wife with my cum Martin.' I called.

I heard him start to say something but it was overtaken by Paula's response.

'My cunt is stretched wide for David, Martin.' She called, 'he's going to squirt his cum deep inside me.'

And I did; it hit me hard and I drove my prick deep into her in one huge thrust. She shouted, I may have hurt her I didn't know, I just held it deep in her as I felt my cum squirt out of my prick in great long blasts. I loudly went 'ahhh' with every spasm; it was so good it almost hurt and it seemed to go on for ages.

'God I love you David.' Paula said clearly.

This brought me back from my reverie and my spasms subsided. I looked down on her face; she smiled at me.

'I love you too Paula,' I said, and continued, 'you fucking tart. Look at you.'

She giggled.

'I love being a fucking tart,' She said, 'especially your fucking tart.'

She did indeed look just like a tart who'd just turned a quick trick. her hair was all over the place; her make-up smudged; her top dragged down, showing her swollen breasts; her skirt around her waist; her thong pulled roughly to one side and kept there by my prick, cum leaking around it; her stocking tops wet. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

We all went silent after that for a short while. Eventually my penis softened and I withdrew it. The air filled with the scent of cum mingled with love-juice; I moved down and kissed her open slit, now oozing cum. She pulled my head up and I moved to lay beside her.

'You can come in now Martin.' She called.

There was some movement on the landing and Martin appeared around the door. He looked dishevelled; he had only his tee shirt on; his penis had half a hard on and cum was evident on the front of his legs and in the matted hair around the base of his penis. Paula slightly shifted her hips towards him and parted her legs. He looked at us both, me first and then Paula, where his eyes rested on her crotch.

'Look what David has done to me Martin' she said in a taunting voice.

She reached down and pushed two fingers into her slit and brought them out streaked with my cum: she showed them to him and then put them into her mouth. 

'Mmm, nice.' She said. 

'See what a man he is Martin?' she continued, 'see how he gives me what I need and you can't. He's a real man isn't he Martin?' she chided.

He said nothing. 

'Answer me Martin,' she said, 'isn't he a real man?'

Martin nodded.

'Yes he is Paula.'

'Tell David that he's a real man Martin.' She said softly.

He looked at me.

'David you are a real man,' he said, and added 'and I am not.'

I wondered where this was going, he had no shame at all; he just came out with it. 

'Thank David for giving your wife such a good fucking Martin,' Paula said, 'thank him for fucking me.'

He looked be fully in the eyes. 

'Thank you David for fucking Paula and giving her what she really needs; she loves you and I am pleased that you fuck her like the real man I am not.'

I didn't say anything; what could I say?

She shifted herself towards him and spread her legs widely to fully expose her leaking slit to him. 

'Taste David's cum Martin.' She said, 'while it's still fresh.'

He looked hungrily at her and then fell to his knees in front of her open legs; she reached towards his head and held his hair as she guided it to her crotch. Martin needed no more encouragement; he went at her clitoris with undisguised enthusiasm. Paula looked at me and smiled; she tried to hold my gaze but her eyes closed momentarily. She was clearly greatly aroused. Paula pulled his head away. 

'Wait.' She commanded. He looked at her pleadingly and quizzically. 

'Why don't you clean David for me?' she asked. 

Fuck, I thought, this wasn't in the plan. I waited to see what Martin would do. 

'Yes darling,' he said, 'of course I will.'

I needed to take the initiative here I thought, as Martin started to move past her to where I lay. 

'Stay there Martin.' I said.

I got up and moved around the bed. He watched me expectantly. I walked around to the end of the bed and stopped on his side but a couple of feet away from the bed end. He looked questioningly at me and I just looked back at him. He got the idea in the end and moved toward me, still on his knees. He stopped in front of me and looked up at me. I stood with my legs slightly apart, looking down at him. He knelt up and slowly put his hands on my hips; hesitantly he moved his mouth towards my soft(ish) penis and slowly took it into his mouth.

It felt good I have to say. I think he was surprised to feel me start to harden. It wasn't just the effect of his mouth on my hardening prick; it was what I was looking at as well.

Paula had swivelled back to expose her cunt towards me. She was watching her husband kneeling in front of her lover, licking his wife's love-juice and her lover's cum from his prick. I looked at her as she masturbated vigorously at the sight. She smiled broadly at me. 

'I love you.' She silently mouthed. I looked back at her. 

'I love you too.' I silently replied.

What the fuck had I got myself into? I thought.

To be continued



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And Then There Were Three Ch. 03



 Chapter three: David decides it's time to get out

Paula saved the situation by way of a violent and noisy orgasm. Martin stopped sucking my prick to turn and look. I was relieved as he'd got me to a good erection and I was beginning to wonder who would come first, me or Paula (or him). We both watched as she shuddered into quietness and then totally relax. She lay there for a short while with her eyes half closed and then opened them fully. 

'Come and make love to me Martin.' She said, and moved back into the centre of the bed.

She looked in quite a state, her thong pulled to one side, her skirt around her waist and her swollen breasts exposed. She was soaked, as were the sheets around her. There was a scent of raw sex in the air; a heady mixture of her feminine fragrance, my cum and the heat of her husband.

Martin moved to the bed on his knees (ever submissive) he climbed onto it and then between Paula's parted legs. She put her arms around his neck as he started to rapidly prod around the area of her pussy with his little penis, trying to enter her. No wonder he had a problem; from behind he looked like a desperate dog trying to shag a bitch. 

'Wait!' said a voice sounding strangely like mine.

He stopped dead and looked over his shoulder at me. 

'Slowly Martin.' I said, 'slowly.'

'I'll help.' said Paula and reached down to guide his penis.

As she touched it I sensed him tense; without any thought I reached forward and grasped his balls firmly in my right hand and squeezed.

'Don't even think about cumming' I said and squeezed slightly harder.

He gasped and stayed stock still. 

'Now,' I said, 'Paula, just ease the end of his cock into you, no more than that, and then let go of it.'

She moved towards him with her hips and took the end of his penis in between her fingers and into her leaking pussy; then she let go of it. 

'Stay still Martin.' I commanded. 

'Yes David,' he said, 'whatever you say.'

I slowly let go of my grip on his balls and he lay still, the tip of his prick inside his wife. 

'Don't move,' I said gently, 'wait awhile.'

He continued to lay there looking at me as I moved more into his vision. He looked at me almost pleadingly, like a pet waiting to be told he'd been a good dog. 

'Don't think about what you are doing or where you are Martin,' I said, 'and move further into your wife, but not all the way in. Do you understand me Martin?'

'Yes David, I do.' he whispered. He moved slightly and Paula did too. 

'Don't move Paula.' he said (very authoritative for him) and moved a little further in. He stopped. 

'What now David?' he asked. 

'Wait,' was all I said and then, 'now move all the way in and stop there.'

He didn't answer and moved all the way into his wife and stopped. 

'Mmm,' said Paula, 'this feels nice.'

'Keep talking to me Martin,' I commanded, 'don't think about where you are or what you are doing.'

'Yes David' he said

He then started to tell me how much he admired me as a man able to satisfy his wife; how envious he was about the size of my penis (average I always thought); how he respected me for being so manly and assertive... on and on he went for five or so minutes, it began to get embarrassing. I looked at Paula; she was lying quietly with her eyes closed and with a lovely smile upon her face, clearly enjoying her husband inside her. Strangely, I began to feel like an intruder on a private moment (which I was I suppose). Martin followed my gaze and smiled down at his wife. 

'Now start moving Martin, slowly' I said quietly.

He did, with some degree of control I thought; after about 30 seconds or so though, Paula started to move to meet his thrust and I could see he was going to lose any vestige of control. I watched them making love for a few more seconds before it became apparent Martin was going to cum. He pushed hard into her as he began to cum; as he did so I moved towards him and, as hard as I could, smacked his arse with the open palm of my hand. It sounded dramatic, as was the result. He reacted against the slap and rammed his small cock into his wife. She gasped and clamped her legs around his arse. Martin came hard and was pleasingly joined by Paula who both gasped and giggled at the same time.

They quietened and then relaxed; Martin rolled of her and lay on his back beside her. 

'Wow.' Was all Paula said.

Martin lay there looking very pleased with himself. I stood looking down at them and decided it was time for me to go. I was intruding.

'May I use your shower?' I asked.

Paula nodded. I moved out of their room and into the bathroom. I quickly showered, went back to collect my clothes off their floor, took them onto the landing and dressed. I looked around the door to bid them goodbye: Martin was busy with his mouth on Paula's pussy: she waved at me and blew be a kiss with one hand whilst she held her husband's head by his hair.

I drove away and stopped at the view-point I'd stopped at a few weeks earlier. I needed some space to think. This was going to have to end. In a way, I'd become the odd one out. Martin was getting what he wanted, being humiliated and turned on at the same time; Paula was getting the sex she wanted with no risk as she'd involved Martin. I was the vulnerable one now; if my wife found out (and the law of averages dictates that she will eventually) my life would greatly change. It was time for me to go. I would do it gently and to them both, but going I was. We'd made an arrangement for four weeks hence, when my wife was away; I do it then. 



And Then There Were Three Ch. 04



Four weeks later, the man whose wife I'd come to fuck opened the door. He stood behind it to peer around the edge. 

'Ah good, it's you David, come in.' He said.

I stepped inside and could see why he'd half hidden behind the door; he was dressed in a short, silk dressing gown, loosely tied at the waist. My rehearsed parting speech faded from my mind. He turned and walked into the sitting room. 

'Coffee?' he asked.

I nodded. Before he moved into the kitchen, he untied the belt around his gown and dropped it off his shoulders and onto the floor. 

'Paula told me to be naked around the house until we're all ready.' he said.

Stuck for something to say, I said nothing. 

'My wife is getting ready for you David,' he said, 'she'll be about 15 minutes; I shaved her this morning for you.'

I nodded, feeling hot already in my tee-shirt and shorts; it was warm in the house with the curtains drawn. It felt odd to say the least, having coffee made by the naked husband of the woman who was upstairs preparing for sex. I heard the water boiling and walked into the kitchen just as he was pouring the water. He looked quite at ease, naked in the company of his wife's lover.

He turned to face me.

'Do you take milk?'

I nodded yes. He poured in the milk and then made to offer me the cup, changed his mind and put it down again. 

'Too hot.' he said.

He looked at me in a way which I found strange and slightly unsettling; an eager to please look, looking for praise, almost begging to be given a task in order to please, adoration, all flashing across his face as he stood there naked and unabashed. I found his pathetic look appealing and warmed to him and his need to be liked.

Without thinking, or knowing why, I leant towards him and softly kissed him on his upturned mouth.

He didn't pull away and we held the soft kiss for several seconds. He relaxed slightly and brought his hand up to my shoulder, slightly parting his lips as he did so. I flicked my tongue across his lips and he met my tongue with his; we broke apart and drew back to look at each other and then kissed again, this time with more feeling and certainty. As we did, I reached for his penis and felt it stir in my hand; he gasped and pulled me closer. I relaxed and he must have felt sure of me as with his free hand he rubbed my hardening penis through my shorts; when I didn't resist, he moved his hand to my belt and skilfully undid it and then the buttons of my shorts. I pulled slightly away to let them drop; as they did so he moved his hand back to my rapidly hardening prick still covered by my jockey shorts. I broke the kiss and without breaking his gaze, stepped slightly back and pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and dropped it to the floor. He looked down at my prick trying to burst free and then, in one fluid movement, knelt down, gripped the waist of my briefs and pulled then down to the floor. I lifted one foot, and then the other as he pulled them free. Without any hesitation, he grasped my prick and pulled it slightly until a great drop of clear pre-cum oozed out. He smeared it around the head of my cock, moved forward and took my prick into his mouth. It felt bloody good. 

'I'm ready you two.' Paula called from up stairs.

Martin let me free of his mouth and stood up. 

'My wife is ready for you David,' he whispered, 'come.'

As he turned to the door, his little prick ramrod straight, he reached slightly behind, grasped mine, and led me from the room. As we reached the bottom of the stairs Paula spoke.

'Ah, there you both are.'

I looked up; she was stood at the very top of the stairs looking down on us; she looked stunning. She wore another mesh body stocking but this one was jet black. It covered her from neck to toes. Her breasts were visible though the mesh but the area around her crotch was completely open. She slowly turned around on her impossibly high heels, revealing that the area around her super arse was also open.

'You like?' she asked.

I nodded slowly; yes I liked. 

She looked down at us both, me stood there waiting to be led to her by her husband by my prick. 

'I see you've discovered Martin's bi side.' She smiled.

'He's only recently admitted to it, haven't you Martin?' she asked as she shifted her gaze to him. 

'Yes,' he said, 'yes, I have.'

'Bring David to my bed Martin.' She said, turning away as she did so.

Martin led me up by my prick like some kind of offering, which I suppose I was. On the landing, he hesitated by his chair.

'You can come in as well Martin.' Paula called. It looked like we were going to have an audience.

He led me into the room. Paula was standing by the bed; Martin let go of my prick. She came towards me, completely ignoring Martin.

'Hello my man.' She smiled.

She put her arms around my neck; lifted herself slightly to clamp my prick between her thighs and against her wet cunt. We kissed with passion whilst Martin stood by watching. 

'Did Martin get you nice and hard David.' She asked when she drew back. 

'He did.' I replied.

What was there to hide anymore?

'Come to bed.' She said, and moved away.

She lay down and I lay across her, lightly biting her breasts through the body stocking and roughly pushing my fingers into her. She reacted instantly; she liked forceful sex and I wanted to give it to her. Telling them both this had to end would have to wait! She grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to her crotch, lifting her hips as I got near in her rush to feel my tongue on her clitoris. I thrust my tongue into her and nipped her clitoris between by lips; she instantly flooded and bucked. I stopped and moved up to lay on her, roughly pushing my prick into her and giving her a few brutal thrusts. As I did so, I sensed Martin moving about, and then felt his hands on my arse; when I pulled out, he thrust me back into his wife with surprising force. It was like being forced to screw his wife, and very erotic. I stayed in after a minute or so to cool things down. 

'Let me come on top' Paula said.

I rolled off her and onto my back. She knelt astride me, her crotch above my standing prick. 

'Martin!' she commanded.

What was this about, I thought. He moved to the side of the bed and took my prick in his hand; Paula then lowered her crotch as her husband guided me into her cunt. The look on his face was pure rapture; I couldn't make this guy out. He sat on the side of the bed watching and gently massaging his stiff little dick. Paula slowly started to milk my prick, putting her full weight onto it and then gripping it with her strong vaginal muscles as she pulled herself off. It felt so good but I knew I couldn't hold on for ever. I stopped her as she prepared to thrust down again. I needed some control over this, and indeed, both of them. 

'Lay on your back.' I said.

She looked disappointed but moved off me. Martin looked a little thwarted too but I took the initiative with him too. As Paula moved to the side of the bed; I turned and without any hesitation, took Martin's dick into my mouth. I rolled it around, tasting his salty pre-cum. He went still and I heard Paula gasp.

'My God.' She breathed. Now I was back in control.

I lay full length on top of Paula; I gripped her wrists and spread-eagled her arms in line with her shoulders across the bed. I balanced my weight equally onto my hands and my legs on top of hers. Now I had her pinned to the bed I thrust my prick in the direction of her cunt; I hit the side but just roughly thrust it in. She gasped but I ignored it; roughly I fucked her retrained body. She moaned and I felt her flood as she did so. 

'Martin, he's raping me.' She groaned, 'Stop him Martin he's hurting me; he raping your wife Martin, stop him.'

For emphasis I plunged in harder still. 

'Martin, help me.' She said, 'he's stronger than me, help me.'

'I can't, Martin whispered, 'he's so much stronger than me.'

I glanced at him; he was looking on transfixed at the sight of a man roughly fucking his wife. 

'Fuck her harder, David,' he suddenly said, 'she's always fantasised about being raped by a 'real' man'; hurt her with your big prick.'

For effect I rammed in as hard as I possibly could, and held it there. 

'God.' was all she said, and then went quiet.

I slowly withdrew; there was no way I could go on without cumming. I lay on my side next to Paula and she slowly smiled at me. I reached for her and pulled her onto her side against me; I lifted her leg.

'Martin!' I said.

He knew what to do and scurried to get behind his wife. He took my prick and guided it into his wife. She and I lay facing each other as I did long, slow but assertive thrusts into her. As we fucked she got wetter and wetter and made grunting noises with each plunge. I lifted her leg higher as I realised that Martin was still behind her, his eyes fastened on my prick driving into his wife. I stopped moving; Paula focussed on my face with a quizzical look. 

'Martin.' I demanded, 'bring over that bottle of skin lotion.'

He rolled away and reached for the bottle and offered it to me; I didn't take it from him. 

'Now lay behind your wife.' He moved quickly to comply.

'Slowly!' I said forcefully.

He slowed noticeably and settled beside her. I held my hand out, palm upwards to him.

'Pour some lotion onto my fingers Martin.' I said.

He looked at me questioningly but complied. Keeping her leg held high, I reached round and smeared the lotion around her anus. She sensed what was coming and tensed herself as I pushed my finger into her arse. She gasped and I told her to relax; I slipped my finger out and wordlessly offered my hand to Martin for more lotion. He complied and I smeared it around her anus again and pushed my finger in again. This time she relaxed and I was able to slide my finger in and out of her lubricated arse. Paula moved herself against my hand with each thrust of my finger.

'Mmmm, nice.' She breathed.

I removed my finger and held my hand out again to Martin; he poured on more lotion. This time however, I reached for his stiff little dick and coated it with the lotion. 

'Martin.' I said, 'without cumming, I want you to put your little prick into your wife's arse.'

I felt Paula tense; I kissed her and told her it would be alright; it wouldn't hurt. Martin moved behind her. 

'Martin,' I said, 'if you cum now, I'll break your fucking balls.'

'I won't David, I promise.' he said.

He positioned himself behind his wife; I reached round and held his balls as a warning. Paula was running wet. 

'Help him.' I said.

She reached behind her and must have grasped his stiff dick because he gave a short gasp. Watching her face, and his, I could feel that she was guiding his dick to her arse. It was a strange feeling. I was inside her cunt; I felt her wince and then relax; then I felt his dick run up the thin membrane separating our pricks. With his little dick, he had penetrated her arse; something I couldn't do. I held his balls as a warning; he stopped for a few seconds and then moved into her further until he was fully in. Paula gasped and then muttered something about being fucked by two men but it was otherwise incoherent.

Silently, I mouthed 'Slowly' to Martin; he nodded and followed my movements in and out of Paula. Together we simultaneously fucked her. She made a variety of noises, some sharp breaths, sometimes a gasp and later.

'Ouch! Martin, you're hurting me.'

'There's a first.' he said with a hint of satisfaction and rammed into her arse, she gasped and he did it again.

There was only one way this was going to go now. He gave another couple of thrusts and then I could see that he had lost what little control he had, as with one last prod, he started to cum. And cum he did, it seemed to go on for ages. I felt the warm rush through the thin wall separating us. Paula reached round and grabbed his arse to prevent him slipping out of her until he'd finished. Martin shuddered into quietness and slowly opened his eyes. He grinned at me. 

'Fancy hurting my wife with my little dick.'

Then 'Did I do alright David?'

'Yes you did.' Paula answered for me, 'you're a very good boy Martin.'

He beamed. She eased herself off my prick. 

'Martin, lay down on your back.' She said.

He did as he was told, spreading his arms wide and his legs apart in total capitulation. Paula moved towards him and knelt on all fours above him, between his legs. She was a wonderful sight. The black net tightly fitting her lovely arse; her cunt gaping from penetration. As she lowered her head to kiss him, his cum started to leak from her arse in a slow stream towards her pussy. I moved behind her and rubbed the end of my prick in his cum and then against the lips of her swollen cunt. She leaned forward until her head was near Martins left shoulder whilst her hands reached out and held his wrists. She started to speak into his left ear.

'David is rubbing his prick against my pussy Martin, and it feels amazing, I can't thank you enough for him.'

Martin looked over her shoulder at me and his eyes locked on to mine. 

'It's slipping in.' She breathed, 'it is so thick; oh God I love him Martin. It's bare, his flesh entering mine and it feels better already than yours and he is hardly a third in.'

She went silent and arched slightly towards me. 

'Size does matter.' She grunted, 'nearly there, God it is never ending, so much length and thick near the base. Jesus that is deep inside me, he is fully in me now.'

I pushed in and felt what I thought was the end of her cunt. It wasn't; it was her orgasm hitting. 

'Fuck, fuck, fuck...' she groaned over and over again. 

'Can't stop cumming, so amazing, Martin.' She said.

With Martin's eyes still locked on mine, I started to cum; as I did so he gave me the most wonderful smile. As I held her arse hard against my gut I felt the warm gushes of cum leave my prick with what felt like great force. Paula felt it too.

'Oh yes, send your seed deep into my womb David, send it deep please.' She muttered.

Something flashed across my mind but didn't register. My cumming slowed and then stopped. 

'Stay in me David' she said, 'don't move yet.'

I did as she bid. Slowly, over the next few minutes, we three relaxed. My penis softened and slipped out of Paula of its own accord. She moved and lay beside Martin and made room for me also. She breathed out a long sigh. 

'God, that was good.' She said.

She turned and kissed me then whispered, 'Thank you,' in my ear. She turned to Martin.

'You were wonderful Martin,' she said, 'fancy hurting me with the size of your prick; now you can have the treat I promised you.'

He lifted his head and smiled at her and then at me. Then he lowered his head, briefly kissed her breast and then went down her body in a series of small kisses. Paula shifted her body and parted her legs as he passed her navel. He carried on past her shaven pubis and she raised her leg; he ducked under it and came upwards towards her exposed pussy. He hesitated, looked first at her and then me before placing his mouth over her clitoris. She breathed sharply through her teeth and then relaxed; he had shifted slightly and was working his tongue in and out of her. She reached down and held on to his hair. 

'That's right Martin,' she said softly, 'lick David's cum from me; taste a real mans cum from your slut of a wife.'

And he did, with some enthusiasm from the sound of it. Paula smiling whilst he did so. 

Once, she said, 'Wait.'

He stopped and moved his lips away from her. She lifted her hips and I felt her tense and then relax as a bubbling sound came from her cunt. Martin muttered something and lunged at her; he raised his head to show us the blob of my cum on his tongue that she had just expressed out of herself. He went to her again and stayed there, making small noises as he used his mouth on her. Eventually he stopped and came up with the remains of some cum on his tongue and kissed Paula, who sucked his mouth gladly. Eventually we all went quiet. I stirred. 

'David needs to go, Martin; go and run the shower for him.'

He got up and padded from the room. She rolled over and kissed me. 

'All good things have to end David, I realise that.'

Yet again I'd underestimated feminine intuition, she knew.

Martin came back to say that my shower was ready. Paula said that she was going to shower with me. We soaped each other whilst Martin looked on. I rinsed and stepped out, she did the same and said she wanted to dry me. I stood there like a child while she patted me dry, taking great care with my penis which, when dry, she rolled around in her mouth. Martin watched, fascinated.

'Martin will make us all a drink while we dress,' Paula said, 'then we can all have a drink before you go.'

He padded off obediently, naked and unembarrassed. I followed him down to retrieve my clothes from the kitchen floor where I left them; Paula went back to their bedroom. When I entered the sitting room, Martin had made three drinks and also donned his silk dressing gown. After a few minutes, we heard Paula coming down the stairs. She walked into the room wearing one of her micro skirts and low cut top, her hair pulled up and held with a great yellow clasp. This woman looked beautiful at any time. I'd been a lucky man. Now I was about to end it.

But it wasn't to be as I'd planned. 

'Cheers David.' Said Martin as he raised his glass. 

'Cheers to both of you.' I said, raising my glass in turn. The ice-cold vodka was welcome. 

'David,' Paula said in the silence, 'and you Martin. Everything comes to an end and this wonderful time together will be no exception. I've realised that we have had something special to the benefit of us all. What I didn't want was it to end with no memento, no tangible thing to remind us.'

She stopped; Martin looked sad and confused at the same time and I took a good swig of vodka as my brain made some connections, albeit too late. 

'Martin.' She continued, 'when did you last cum inside me?'

'An hour ago.' he grinned. A look of annoyance flitted across her face. 

'It was when David helped you the last time we all met, Martin.'

'Yes it was.' he admitted, 'we haven't had sex since then.'

'That's right.' She said, 'that's how I planned it.'

My brain started to make all the right connections. Martin's clearly hadn't as he looked puzzled. 

'Since the last time we met I've stopped taking my contraceptive pills Martin. According to my charts, I am now at my most fertile time of the month. My brain made all the connections...'send your seed deep into my womb David, send it deep please...stay in me.., don't move yet...'

Martin looked bewildered; I had a feeling of dread. Paula continued.

'Both of us, Martin, will have a lasting memory of David; he will have made me pregnant today, I know it.'

Martin and I exchanged looks, his astonished; I just gave a slight shrug; a 'what can I do about it?' shrug. I ended the silence.

'I hope you can both handle the situation.'

'We'll be fine David, don't concern yourself; Martin will have a daily reminder of the man he so admires; I will have something forever of the man I fell in love with.'

'We'll be fine.' She added.

I downed the rest of my drink and put down the glass. I moved towards her and gave her a slight hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

'It was great,' I said, 'thank you.'

I turned to Martin.

'Thank you too Martin.' I said, and gave him a hug also. I looked at both of them.

'Good-bye to you both.' I said lamely.

'Good-bye from the three of us.' reminded Paula with a smile. With nothing further to say, I left.

We saw each other at work occasionally, just to say hello. As the weeks went by, I felt better to be out of it; it could only have ended in trouble if it had gone on longer. It had all but faded when, one morning, a cry went up from the open-plan office where Paula worked; lots of girlish squeals of excitement. I looked out; several girls were around Paula's desk.