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Moving The Goalposts Ch. 01

By: CrazyManMichael



It was around eight in the evening and I was just getting ready to leave when my mobile rang. It was Annie phoning from her office.

"Hi Sam, it's me." I could hear her giggling to herself.

"Annie, what the fuck is going on?" I snapped irritably.

"Are you okay to drive?" Her slurred voice sounded urgent.

"Of course I am. I'm still at work. Like I have been for the past few hours, waiting for you to fucking call me! Remember?" I answered starting to wonder why she was back at her office, my irritation suddenly starting to slide into concern. "Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that I've had rather too much to drink to drive and anyway I've got a little surprise for you." 

"What about the drinks and I thought you were leaving early because..." but she cut across me.

"Well everyone else should have left the pub by now I'd imagine. Look can you just get over here as soon as possible or else you'll ruin your surprise." She paused as if waiting for me to say something but I couldn't think straight so she continued, "In fact, the surprise might just evaporate!" She was laughing now, obviously pleased with her apparent joke and the fact that I hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about.

"Okay, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. I'll see you outside the main door." I wasn't sure what was going on but it was obvious I wasn't going to get any sense out of a drunken Annie over the phone.

"No Sam, come to my office. I've told security that I'm expecting you so they'll send you straight up." And with that the line went dead leaving me with a head full of unanswered questions. Why was she back at the office if she'd gone out for drinks? What on earth did she mean by an 'evaporating' surprise? Why couldn't she meet me at the main door? But then given recent events nothing should have surprised me much anymore especially given my complete complicity in them. 

*

Annie and I met in the mid nineties at a pub in the centre of town; individual members of separate thirty-something groups who had somehow found themselves detached from their peers and who ended up spending the majority of the evening together. She was slim and pretty, dressed in what a decade later would become officially known as Bo-Ho Chic, her honey blonde hair cut short and spiky. I was very much an 'homme ordinaire', pretty average, mousy hair, medium build and height; an advertiser's dream I often thought. Even then we must have made an odd looking couple.

Annie, on a major rebound from a relationship that had ended in violence, spent most of the evening telling me what was wrong with the world and with her bright blue eyes sparkling with confidence exactly what needed to be done to change it. As for me, I was just meandering through life, my failed marriage now almost a distant memory. So I just stood and listened and smiled and occasionally nodded, and before I knew it I was totally infatuated.

When closing time arrived we left together and I walked her back to her place; she invited me in and we spent the rest of the night making love every which way. We did it slowly: we did it so gently that I thought my heart would explode; we did it in positions I'd never even thought of trying before; and finally, as the first faint glow of dawn arrived, we fucked violently; our mouths locked together; her clawing at my back, her long pointed nails driving me on as I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy as hard and as rapidly as she demanded. And afterwards, exhausted, we went to sleep wrapped in each others' arms.

We got up sometime around midday, went to the pub for Sunday lunch and spent the afternoon reading the papers and kissing. Just before I left we were at it again; Annie, her slim 5' 4" frame perched on the edge of the kitchen worktop, her long lithe legs wrapped around my back, pulling me into her. 

We loosely arranged to see each other sometime the following weekend. However a couple of days later we met for lunch and the next evening I found myself back at her flat, looking up at her small pert breasts, her nipples pointing proudly upwards as she rode my face with her pussy for all she was worth. From then on we spent every spare moment of our lives together and it seemed as if we had fallen madly in love or lust or both. Within a few brief months, our conversations were even including the possibility of moving in together. 

It was a roller-coaster ride that I was just happy to stay on to the end but once we were moving towards a more 'serious' relationship Annie suddenly started taking a much more cautious approach. For her it seemed that if we were to make such a major move then it had to be based on total and unequivocal honesty. On this she would brook no argument. There would be a sort of contract between us which we would discuss at length and then sign! 

I went along with it all although I couldn't understand what the point was. It all sounded a bit like one of those stupid 'away day' workshops that modern businesses invest in, in the vain hope that it will somehow make staff more productive! Anyway on a designated Friday she came over to my flat; I opened what was by then an obligatory bottle of red wine and with Annie sitting opposite me on the floor, clipboard in hand, we began.

"Sam this is really, really important to me. I know you think I'm being stupid but I need to do this; I need for us to have a clear understanding of the boundaries." She stared straight at me waiting for a response.

"Okay," I replied a bit off-handedly, "but you must know how I feel about you Annie." 

"Just hear me out Sam; please; just hear me out." I sat looking at her wondering what was to come. "If you think this is going to be hard for you then it really is nothing -nothing compared to how much it will hurt me. But if you really mean what you say about your feelings for me then I think I might be able to guarantee a very satisfactory conclusion!" He face broke into a broad smile, a smile that melted me completely.

She sat for a minute, composing herself for what was to come. "Right;" she said and after a brief pause continued, "This is, if you like, something of a fable for our times so that is how I will tell it." Again she stopped as if she was already finding carrying on difficult.

"Once upon a time there were two sisters. They shared everything which each other; the place where they lived; what they liked; who they'd been out with; where they'd been; who they fancied; even what their boyfriends were like in bed. In fact they were as close as any two people could be." She paused as she collected her thoughts, her expression now far more serious than when she had started. 

"One day one of the sisters came back early from a training course but instead of going back to her flat she decided to go straight to her boyfriend's." An ironic smile crossed her lips. "She thought -- thought that she could give him a lovely surprise when he got home from work." Her voice was now harder and as I looked up at her I could see her trembling slightly.

"As she turned," she paused yet again, as if summoning up the courage to continue, "As she turned the key in the lock and began to open the door, she could hear sounds -- familiar sounds." Annie was looking around now as if she was listening for them once again.

"Some of the sounds she understood but at the same time there were incongruous sounds, impossible sounds. Those that she understood belonged here in her boyfriend's flat; but the other sounds belonged elsewhere; in another equally important part of her life." Annie looked up and as she did I could see her trying to fight back her tears. 

"Before she knew it, she was standing in the hallway, looking through an open doorway into the lounge." I sat there in stunned silence; feeling Annie's pain; watching as her tears started to form. I was beginning to realize where this was all going but was powerless to stop it. She was really struggling, desperately trying to finish the story, tears now cascading down her face.

"In the middle - right in the middle - the middle of the lounge," each sob now feeling like a knife in me, "surrounded by their discarded clothes she saw her s-s-sister; her s-s-sister s-s-sitting a-a-astride her b-b-boyfriend," I couldn't see how she could get to the end; she seemed on the verge of complete collapse but suddenly Annie pulled herself together. "She was fucking him; the fucking little slut whore was fucking him for all she was worth," finally crashed out of her shaking body. 

We sat in silence for what seemed an age. I was desperate to say something but no words came to me. I reached in my pocket and proffered my handkerchief which she took without acknowledgement and began wiping the streaks of mascara from her face and then said quite calmly. "And that is why we need this contract; for you, for me, for both of us. 

"What happened next?" I asked more because I was lost for words than anything constructive. 

"Oh. Sophie and I were suddenly at each others' throats; rolling on the floor, fighting like crazy, biting, scratching, gouging, pulling each others' hair, whatever we could do to hurt each other. If Liam hadn't been there one of us would probably have been killed." She chuckled to herself. "Ironic or what! Liam saving the day!" 

"After he'd finally managed to separate us I just ran; I ran away. I went straight back to the flat, packed everything of mine I could find as quickly as I could and left forever. I never found out what happened to Sophie and Liam after I left; they probably got married!" She chuckled again but slightly less bitterly this time. "I never saw them or any of our friends ever again. I couldn't face them; the deceit, the humiliation, the betrayal was all too much for me to deal with." 

About half an hour later after she had finally recovered we carried on with the 'contract'; her taking notes as she explained that we were now going to dig into each others' sexual pasts; no stone was to be left unturned. I had to hand it to her. She was so organized; she had compiled about half a dozen questions that I was advised were to be answered with complete honesty. I couldn't really see any problems with that and so she began.

"Have you ever had a homosexual experience?" She looked pointedly for me to answer and before I could conjure up the obvious lie she fixed my gaze. "Remember Sam -- the absolute truth," her knowing continuation. 

So as I drank yet another glass of wine, I told her about the boy next door called Jason. Told her about how, as 14 year olds, we'd camped in the woods at the bottom of his garden; how we'd drunk a bottle of his parents' home made wine that we'd managed to smuggle out; and about how discussions about girls had started to arouse us both. And eventually and with some difficulty I told her about stroking each others' cocks; how it felt when Jason's cock exploded and how after he was asleep I had jerked myself off imagining taking him in my mouth.

"Wow" she said in amazement as my tale came to a close. "My Sammy really is a dark horse isn't he!" She had a huge smile on her face as she put down her clipboard and crawled across to me. "And for being so truthful you of course get your just reward." And then I felt her engulfing me and soon we were cavorting about on the floor our tongues locked together, our hands seeking out each others' intimate areas.

And that's how we continued through all the questions; like a game. For every answer the listener it seemed decided how much of a reward it was worth; each brief encounter leaving us more and more excited. 

Annie had had a typical lesbian experience when she was about 12. An elder cousin staying over had taught her how to kiss properly with tongues. They'd shown each other their pussies and then her cousin had introduced her to the delights that were available though manual stimulation of the clitoris; a pleasure that Annie then happily reciprocated. By the time the cousin left the next morning Annie had developed a major but unfortunately unrequited crush; the next time they met, her cousin had a boyfriend in tow. 

I told her of a drunken threesome I had had with my ex-wife and a mutual girlfriend. However this paled into insignificance once Annie revealed the number of occasions she'd enjoyed group sex situations during a period in her life which seemed to revolve around getting completely wasted and screwing. This was apparently her 'wild faze' when drink, drugs and casual sex with whoever happened to be around appeared to have been just about her sole 'modus operandi'. It was a side of her character that was probably as much a shock to me as my, albeit less extensive homosexual activity appeared to have been to her. It was also a facet of Annie that I somehow found totally irresistible; the 'slut within' that later on I would foolishly feel impelled to re-awaken. 

By the time we were on the last question, and I was admitting that my only act of unfaithfulness during a serious relationship was a quick Christmas party grope in my manager's office with his secretary we were both very drunk and extremely horny. The 'contract' was duly signed and we staggered off to bed and a long weekend of almost constant sex and the start of our new life together.

We married as an afterthought really. We didn't need the formality; we felt we had the perfect relationship and of course we had the 'contract'. Our friends made up the majority of the guests. My parents were there, but Annie's had already long ago passed away; her father when she was three; her mother when she was in her late teens. Her only living relative seemed to be her sister who for fairly obvious reasons wasn't on the guest list. We had no secrets; if we fancied someone else we told each other, talked about them honestly and openly and then more often than not went to bed. And just like that, we slipped through the nineties, and into the so called 'noughties' with barely a hiccup. 

By the turn of the century we'd done pretty much what I expect is usual stuff; a bit of 'bondage light'; alright but which didn't really get us much beyond giggling because my knots kept coming undone. We watched a fair bit of pornography. Again pretty much the norm I expect -- lesbian stuff, bondage, orgies, interracial etc. We'd bought a nice house on the edge of town; a result of both of us having reasonably successful careers. However these had also taken their toll on our time and energies and despite our best efforts, our sex life was slowly but inexorably tapering off. 

Then, suddenly, within a few short months and seemingly from out of nowhere a series of events sparked our carnal desires beyond anywhere they'd previously been. However far more importantly they would also shatter the gentle equilibrium of our lives forever more.

It all started fairly innocently enough. Sometime early in 2002 Annie had become friendly with a girl who was temping in their accounts department and they had started going out for a quick drink after work on the odd occasion. Their drinking chats soon turned from work to play and they were soon discussing past and present relationships. It seems that they both had quite a 'back catalogue' of heterosexual and bisexual experiences to draw on the only difference being that Jo was at the time in a lesbian relationship with a woman called Louisa.

I don't know why, perhaps the lack of current sex, but this started getting me excited. I even said to Annie that Jo probably fancied her and was trying to get into her pants. I remember Annie looking at me aghast as if I'd made an obvious stereotypical male gaffe. 

"Sam. That is so stupid. Honestly!" She looked at me, incredulity written all over her face. "I can't believe you just said that! We're friends okay. I don't know; you men! Just because she's gay doesn't mean she wants to shag every female she meets." Despite this minor 'dressing down' I couldn't break out of the loop I'd got into -- what Annie had told me had got my mind racing and I started fantasizing about Jo seducing her. 

We had used fantasies in our lovemaking many times before but always in the abstract; usually involving someone or something that we'd seen in a porn film but never someone that one of us actually knew. I was desperate to share my fantasies about Jo seducing her with Annie but for obvious reasons felt uneasy about how to go about it. 

Then, one sunny evening, over a meal in a country pub I started talking about Jo. Just general things about her; age, looks etc. According to Annie, Jo wasn't either particularly butch or femme looking; she was attractive rather than pretty, with a slim, slightly boyish figure. She was about Annie's height, maybe an inch taller with thick black hair cut in a short bob, hazel eyes and a single stud in her nose, in fact a fairly typical late twenty-something. However as the conversation progressed I finally managed to get Annie to admit that she quite fancied Jo; in fact as the drinks flowed she even professed to wondering what sex would be like with a 'real' lesbian as against the few overtly bisexual experiences she'd had in the past!

So, late that evening as we sat on the sofa I took the plunge. We were both quite merry, the weekend lay ahead; it was as good a moment as ever. I started kissing Annie, running my hand up and down her thighs, slowly inching towards her pussy. She was lying back and for once letting her thighs relax and slip apart as she started kissing me back. I'd reached her panties without restraint so I started to stroke her pussy through them. Suddenly it felt like now or never.

"I bet Jo would like to do this to you," I whispered in her ear. Nervously I waited for her response.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred softly. It sounded part thoughtful self questioning, and part affirmative answer. Either way it wasn't a 'show stopper' so I pressed on with one of the many scenarios involving Jo and Annie that I'd recently dreamt up. 

I was away on business (a conveniently easy resource in fantasy land) and Jo had dropped by with some papers from work (ditto). From there on it was plain sailing, albeit into a pretty clichéd sexual fantasy. However little did I know at the time exactly what I was about to unleash. 

'Why not stay for a drink?' Annie suggests. A bottle is duly uncorked and before long they are sitting together on the sofa sipping their wine; the mood relaxed and increasingly cozy. Jo starts flirting with Annie but only subtly, she has plenty of time; and after all Annie is already returning some positive signals. 

Light touches, shy but knowing smiles, brief glances gradually gravitating to longer eye contact follow, leading slowly but inexorably to that first soft sensual kiss. The kiss increases in intensity as their tongues explore each others' mouths; their hands caressing each other until Jo's hand is working in unison with mine, rubbing Annie's mound through her panty crotch. 

Annie was responding to my touches, showing levels of arousal that she hadn't displayed for a long while. So I pressed on. 

"Would you like her fingers stroking you through your panties like mine are now?" I asked immediately feeling her start to squirm beneath me. I paused for a moment confident of her answer but wanting to hear it from her lips.

"Please Sam, please," she whispered back, her hips now gyrating more urgently. I couldn't believe how much the idea was turning her on.

"Please what Annie; what do you want Jo to do?" I was teasing her thinking that I had her just where I wanted her.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she panted her voice now urgent. As I felt her orgasm starting to build I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to tease her swollen bud.

"Jo's fingers are playing with your clit now aren't they?" I continued now sure of the response.

"Ooh yes; ooh yes," she moaned her hips starting to buck as she ground her pussy against my fingers. She slipped further down the sofa stretching her legs wide apart and bunching her skirt high around her waist.


Moving The Goalposts Ch. 01



"Go on Annie. Tell Jo what you want her to do."

"Ooh - ooh f-f-finger me; p-p-please finger me." I could tell she was close, close to her first orgasm for god knows how long. But I wanted her to tell me that she wanted Jo to give it to her so I teased her some more, running my fingers up and down her now juicing pussy lips. 

"Who do you want to finger you?" my finger now dipping into her pussy before sliding up across her clit. I felt her body shudder as I did so.

"Jo. I want Jo to finger me Sam. Please, I want Jo. Please don't stop now." I think my body started shaking as much as hers when I heard this.

"Go on," I said, desperately trying to free my now throbbing cock from my trousers. "Tell her what you want".

"Please Jo, please finger me." Annie was starting to pant now and I knew her orgasm wasn't far away. I started sliding two, then three fingers in and out of her leaving my thumb rubbing against her clit as I did so. 

"Oooooh yesssssssss," she hissed, bucking on my hand before clamping her mouth to mine. "Of fuck me Jo, please, please fuck me Jo," she moaned into my mouth, bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm as she fucked my fingers. 

Later on, in the comfort of our bed we made love but it felt slightly strange. Nothing too obvious it just seemed disjointed as if Annie's mind was somewhere else. I remember wondering whether she was still thinking of Jo, maybe imagining being fucked with a strap-on. These thoughts had an obvious effect and I soon found myself closing in on my own orgasm. However Annie beat me to it although not by much, still shuddering underneath me as I exploded inside her. Little did I realize how much would have happened to us before her vaginal muscles next coaxed my cock to ejaculation.

Nothing else of a sexual nature happened for a while. Whenever I tried to bring Jo into casual conversation Annie always changed the subject. I simply assumed that she was a bit embarrassed about her reaction to my fantasy. Occasionally when we were in bed I thought about going for a re-run but I didn't want to rock the boat so to speak and anyway I knew Annie was under pressure at work to coordinate a major office move -- the price of her recent promotion to Office Manager. 

So I left things as they were and bided my time and as it turned out I didn't have to wait too long. Late the following week as I worked my way through the monthly draft accounts wondering what level of blast the Finance Director would be giving me later that day, Annie called.

"Hi Sam; look Jo wants me to go for a quick drink after work. She says she's got something she wants to tell me. Is that okay with you?" 

"She probably wants to tell you she's fallen madly in love with you and wants to have your babies," I replied without thinking. I heard Annie's laugh and realized for an off the cuff remark it wasn't a bad joke.

"Sammy you're incorrigible," she replied still chuckling away.

"I haven't started yet baby." My mock Humphrey Bogart accent was as bad as ever.

"I've got the car so I won't be drinking much; I'll only be about an hour or so. Are you alright to rustle up some food for later?"

"Only if I get the facts Ma'am, the full facts" I continued in my best US private dick character. By now she was laughing out loud.

"Of course you will. I'm looking forward to it," she giggled, "I'll see you later," and then the line went dead.

On any other day, I'd probably have sat fantasizing about what the evening might hold in store for Annie but most of my afternoon was spent looking at ways of putting a positive spin on what were at best disappointing sales figures. It was only much later as I drove home, the relief of an only light FD mauling coursing through me, that I finally started to think about Annie's 'date' with Jo. 

Once home I prepared a meal (courtesy of the local supermarket) and awaited Annie's return. I looked at my watch and it was already 2 hours since Annie would have finished work. I wasn't clear how I felt at the time; annoyed that I'd got a meal ready which was already starting to dry out in the oven and at the same time excited that my wife was having a drink with a gay girlfriend whom she had openly admitted she perhaps more than fancied and was late home. 

Eventually the latter triumphed and I found myself stroking my cock imagining Annie succumbing to Jo's amorous advances and it didn't take long before my chest and stomach were covered in my cum. Fortunately, I had had enough time to clean myself up before I saw Annie's car at long last pulling onto our drive. I was removing the meals from the oven when I heard her enter the kitchen.

"You're a bit late," I said not looking round. It was meant to sound light and chatty but somehow it came out sharp and a little annoyed.

"So, I'm a bit late," she retorted.

"Well dinner's ruined." It wasn't really, just a bit drier than it should have been.

"Oh fuck dinner!" she spat back and by the time I looked round all I got to see was her back disappearing into the hall. I put the meals on the table and went after her. I found her sitting in the lounge. 

"I'm sorry love," I proffered. She looked up at me and I could see that she'd been crying.

"No Sam. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"What the hell happened?"

"Long story Sam; a bit of a long story," she tried a smile and nearly managed one, "I'll tell you over dinner." So as we sat eating our meals Annie recounted her evening which, until the very end, had been pretty uneventful, mainly work gossip in fact.

Annie had driven Jo back from the bar. And as they had said their goodbyes Jo as usual had leant across to kiss her on the cheek. However instead of the customary peck Jo suddenly started to kiss her full on her lips. Annie admitted that even though she'd been hoping Jo might make a play for her, it had happened so suddenly that she was really taken aback; so much so that at first she'd tried to pull away. However it didn't take much persistence from Jo before she found herself willingly responding, letting her mouth open for Jo's probing tongue. 

"I remember thinking at the time 'this is crazy, it's broad daylight and I'm making out with another woman in a car in a suburban street, we can't do this.' But I guess I'd forgotten how much softer another girl's lips felt; so different from a man, so much nicer." She looked down for a minute guiltily averting her eyes before continuing. 

"I could feel her left hand stroking up and down my thigh inching slowly higher with every movement. She was leaning across me her right arm behind me now, her hand stroking my hair, pulling me onto her mouth. By this time I think I'd more or less lost control. I'd wrapped my arms around Jo and was clawing her back and squeezing her arse cheeks." And all the time she was telling me I was thinking how amazing this all was. My lovely Annie had actually been making out with Jo; just as she had in the fantasy. My cock was rock hard again already. 

"And then I felt her hand on the crotch of my panties and I thought I'd explode. Jo must have been able to tell straight away how hot I was because she started whispering to me between our kisses, things like how much she wanted me, that she'd always known I was a horny bitch and that she knew she could seduce me. I don't know why but this just seemed to turn me on even more. I started jerking my hips so I was fucking her hand with my pussy.

"I was so close Sam, so fucking close; and then my fucking stupid mobile started ringing!" She paused looking as angry as I can ever remember. "I don't know why but it seemed to bring me at least partly back to my senses. Jo was carrying on and had slipped her hand inside my panties and was rubbing my pussy, telling me to ignore it but I couldn't. It had somehow broken the moment." She looked straight at me as if expecting a comment. 

"Who was it?" I ventured. At that moment I simply couldn't think of anything else to say.

"It was my fucking boss wanting to know if I had the draft budget for the Office re-organization completed; it was now overdue apparently! I was trying to tell Heather that I'd have it on her desk sometime tomorrow and all the while Jo was kissing me and touching me and I could hardly talk properly. Heather kept asking if I was okay while Jo was whispering in my ear that I should tell her I was fucking the dyke temp from Finance! In the end I couldn't think straight and just spluttered out 'Sorry Heather - got to go -- bye,' and cut the call. Fuck knows what she thought was going on."

"So what happened after that; you know - with Jo?" 

"Oh she wanted to carry on but I told her I couldn't; not out in the open, not outside her flat. So she said 'come in then, Louisa won't be back for a bit,' but I couldn't; I said that I had to get back home to you. She got out the car and with a 'you don't know what you're missing' jibe stormed off.

"God Sam, I've been so stupid. What the fuck was I thinking letting myself get involved like that with Jo. I'm sorry love, I'm really sorry."

"I -- I wouldn't have minded if you'd gone in," I suddenly blurted out. I guess Annie's recounting of the evening was working on my new fixation because it had completely obliterated her attempted apology. 

"Oh you wouldn't have minded! What the fuck would have happened if Louisa had come home?" she snapped angrily, "and what about the 'contract'? This wasn't a fantasy Sam; this was really happening with real consequences. Can't you see; it wouldn't have been right. Where would letting Jo fuck me leave us anyway?" She paused and stared straight at me as if trying to read my thoughts. 

"Or maybe you don't think I've already gone too far. Is that it Sam? Is that what you're saying?" She turned away and at that moment somewhere deep inside I knew she'd also turned the tables. I felt I was on the edge of the abyss. 

"B-b-but," I stammered before blundering on. "We talked about it the other day; the fantasy; you and Jo; y-y-you joined in with it and it was great; doing it in real life would only have been an extension; it wouldn't have changed things; as long as we are open about things then everything, you know ..." She turned back to me and it felt as if she could now see deep within me. She nodded her head.

"Okay Sam. If you're happy with that then so be it" her voice cut through with resignation and firm finality. We sat in a heavy silence for a while.

"Well maybe another time," I said trying to lighten things a bit.

"I doubt it Sam, at least not with Jo. Remember, I said she had something to tell me. Well she's leaving next Friday week. Apparently, she's going to spend a couple of months 'travelling' around Europe with Louisa so ..." She shrugged her shoulders and just sat there looking thoroughly pissed off.

I barely saw Annie for the rest of the evening as she immersed herself in the outstanding budget but by the next evening she seemed to have brightened up a bit. Jo was off for the rest of the week which Annie said helped as she didn't feel ready for a face to face confrontation with the events of the previous evening straight away. 

By the Monday when she came home she was back to her old self. As we quaffed a bottle of wine in the evening sun, Annie told me that Heather had called her into her office to thank her for the draft budget and that later on she'd seen Jo and everything was fine between them. Jo had apologized for taking advantage of her and said she'd like Annie to come to her small farewell drink on the Friday. Just a few friends from work, but not for too long though. She really had to start packing for her travels. 

By the time we went to bed we were both quite merry and for the first time for a long time Annie was the one to instigate sex. I felt her hand slide across my cock and start to stroke me. With my mind flooding with thoughts of what might conceivably happen on Friday, Annie quickly had my cock hard.

"Mmmmmm, that didn't take very long did it Sammy? I think you must be thinking about Jo and me again?" She paused while I groaned under her touch.

"Well, you know I said I saw Jo today. Well I didn't tell you everything. Would you like to know exactly what happened?" At that moment it felt like the rhetorical question to end all rhetorical questions.

"Yes," I gasped. "Yesss."

"Well, I called Jo and asked her to bring some budget papers to my office rather than put them in the internal post. Once she arrived she apologized straight away for taking advantage of me and also for storming off and that she'd been thinking about me ever since that night. She was staring at me and I knew where things were going but I couldn't stop myself Sam because I hadn't stopped thinking about her either." At that admission I took over stroking my cock which was throbbing madly now leaving Annie to run her hands all over my chest, and occasionally tweak my nipples.

"I asked her if she wanted to 'kiss and make up' and when she said 'yes' I got up from my chair and walked round my desk to her. My legs felt weak and I was sure Jo could see how much I was trembling but she didn't show it. She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me until I was back against my desk. Her mouth was now inches from mine. We were staring into each others' eyes and I could feel her warm breath on my lips as she moved closer and closer. 

"And then her tongue flicked across them, teasingly, before probing my lips and finally pushing past them and into my willing mouth. I could feel her thigh pressing against my crotch gently easing my legs apart. Her hands were now on my blouse kneading my breasts through the thin white material as she set about my mouth with her tongue.

"Ooh Sam it was sooooo fucking hot. My skirt was hiked up and I was humping her thigh, my arms around her neck pulling her mouth against mine my tongue seeking out hers. Absolutely anyone could have walked in and caught us but I didn't care. I just wanted her to fuck me; wanted her to fuck me knowing that you want her to fuck me; don't you Sam." Her voice was purring now like a finely tuned engine. 

"Yessssss," I groaned now on the verge of cuming.

"And so I humped her thigh for all I was worth and I came on her Sam; I came so fucking strongly that I had to pull her mouth hard against mine to muffle my screams. I was left hanging on her, kissing her mouth wildly, clawing at her hair, grinding myself against her thigh as my whole body shuddered violently..." As Annie finished she looked down at the bedclothes thrown back but she must already have known that I'd cum as her arm like my chest was splattered with my semen. 

For the following 3 days that was pretty much the pattern. Every night, as we lay in bed, Annie would recount in detail what had happened between her and Jo at work. It was always in her office; Annie would call Jo on the pretext of needing some paperwork and Jo always gave Annie an orgasm but oddly never the other way round. They never got beyond heavy petting and although Annie now locked the office door on one occasion she'd got carried away and forgot and they very nearly got caught by Mary the post girl bringing round the morning post. And of course I always came like a train while she told me.

And then Friday arrived. I'm not sure which of us was the most excited. I watched Annie getting dressed, noting the extra care she seemed to be taking with every detail of her make up. She'd been to the hairdressers the previous evening after work and was now ensuring that every ringlet of her short spiral perm was in exactly the right place. Gone also was the business suit and in its place she wore a simple albeit tight fitting deep red strappy mini dress and matching heels. 

I had to admit she looked unbelievably sexy even if I ignored the fact that underneath I knew she was wearing only the skimpiest of black bikini briefs. I felt proud of her but at the same time I found myself experiencing real twinges of jealousy; after all it wasn't for me that she was dressed like that.

As she kissed me goodbye and with more than a glint in her eye she said she wasn't sure how late she would be; that would depend on how 'things went'. For my part, I was simply trying to decide the best way to spend an evening knowing that whatever I did my wife had gone out with the sole intention of being fucked by another woman. I decided, wisely as it turned out, to stay at work and avoid compromising the pleasures available when Annie finally got home and related in fine detail her 'adventures'. However by 5.30 she'd called me from her mobile telling me she wouldn't be too much longer. Clearly things weren't going according to plan. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Fucking Louisa's at the fucking pub that's what's fucking wrong," she spat back at me. We waited in silence each at the end of a silent line until Annie continued this time in a calmer voice. "Look I'm sorry Sam. This isn't your fault; it's just a stupid situation. It's just a -- a -- just a fucking mess. I should never have expected anything else. I've been so foolish Sam." The line went quiet again. "Anyway I better get back to the bar and join the 'fun'. I'll call again when I'm leaving." And with that she was gone.

Some three hours later as I was driving into Annie's office car park I was still trying to work out how everything fitted together. Why had 'soon' suddenly become three hours for instance? And what about the 'evaporating surprise'; whatever it was Annie was right, it was all a fucking mess. I got out the car and walked into the reception and as Annie had said the security guard was expecting me. He looked up grudgingly from his tabloid and clicking open the security doors pointed through to the lifts.

"Second floor, turn left, through the double doors, third door on the right." I thanked him brusquely. After all I knew exactly where Annie's office was and he hadn't exactly stretched his 'work' beyond the absolute minimum. 

There didn't seem to be anyone else about but that wasn't surprising; it was Friday evening. Who in their sane mind would still be working? I exited the lift and walked to Annie's office with some trepidation; the week had already been crazy and today didn't appear any different. My unease was amplified when I turned the handle and found the door to Annie's office locked. I looked around in panic wondering if I had the right door or the right floor even when suddenly I heard the click of the lock and the door in front of me swung open.

She grabbed me pulling me into the room and before I could orientate myself I heard the door lock click back. As I turned I saw Annie standing in front of me, nostrils flared her eyes glazed with lustful determination but before I could do or say anything she pulled me to her and straddled my thigh. She was staring deeply into my eyes. 

"Kiss me Sam, kiss me and enjoy your surprise," purring loudly as her tongue flicked sensuously across her smudged lipstick. I had a split second to make out the rest of her badly damaged make-up before her mouth was on mine, her tongue forcing its way deep into my mouth. She turned me, backing me towards the door, pinning me against it as her arms went round my neck and pulled my mouth hard onto hers, engulfing me.

She was breathing deeply and I could feel the urgent breath from her nose on my face as she writhed crazily on me. I knew it was Annie but she smelled somehow different. I struggled to think how but gave up under her continued onslaught. Whatever it was, it was simply intoxicating; I couldn't resist her any longer and started kissing her back wildly, moving in tandem with her as my tongue did battle with hers. I could feel her at my fly, unzipping me, and then freeing my now straining cock. She started stroking it, long and slow. 

"You can smell her can't you Sam, smell her all over me," she purred into my mouth. As her words slowly sank in, I could do nothing but groan loudly back.




Moving The Goalposts Ch. 01



"Lick my face Sam, Lap her juices up. I've been saving them up for you like I promised her I would." Her hand was moving more rapidly on my cock now driving me towards my orgasm. I started to lick Annie's face hungrily as if I hadn't eaten for weeks. 

"This is Jo's farewell present to us Sammy; I hope you enjoy it as much as I did," she purred wickedly and with that I erupted, spurting my seed wildly as I feasted on Jo's most intimate juices.

I've no idea how long it took me to come round from my shattering orgasm but slowly I became aware of Annie's soft voice, almost hypnotic as she moaned "Fuck yes -- fuck yes -- fuck yes -- fuck yes," into my mouth. She was staring straight at me, her bright eyes wide with excitement as she continued milking any remaining semen from my shrinking cock. The smell of sex was all around, a heady mix of Annie, me and of course Jo. 

"Thanks for the present," I managed to gasp still trying to catch my breath.

"I knew you'd love it," she purred as she stepped away from me lazily, her tongue still sliding sensuously across her lips. As she stood there breathing heavily, a wicked smile still playing across her mouth, I suddenly realized that I'd never before seen her look as unashamedly sexy as she did right there and then.

"It's a pity you didn't have a chance to give her something to remember you by," I said chuckling at the craziness of it all. 

She too was laughing, obviously like me carried away with what was happening to us both. "Oh but I did Sam," she whispered huskily as her eyes slowly ran down my body to my thighs. As I followed her eye line down I noticed the very, very damp stain on the thigh of my blue business suit. And to emphasize the point she slowly lifted her dress hem until the glistening swollen lips of her now bald pussy were laid bare before my startled gaze.



Moving The Goalposts Ch. 02



It took a little while to clean ourselves up once we'd finally come down from our crazy session in Annie's office. I'd managed to spurt semen on almost everything except, fortunately, Annie's dress. However despite being more than a little bit drunk she managed to sort out most of the 'problem' stains. 

She liberally applied a pot of water to the carpet and then mopped it up with a pack of tissues which seemed to work pretty well; and as she pointed out the carpets were being renewed in a few weeks anyway. The same approach was adopted with my suit although dry cleaning rather than renewal was hopefully all that was going to be needed. Once we'd cleaned ourselves up in the toilets all we needed to do was to scurry past the security guard; fairly straightforward despite our giggling as he had no interest in us whatsoever beyond a casual grunt which we took to be the closest we'd get to a cheery 'goodnight'. 

But we didn't care. We felt like teenagers; carefree, uninhibited, and as we walked to the car we were grabbing, kissing, groping each other constantly; both crazily in love and lust. And as I drove home Annie started to recount her evening, a story which she continually interrupted by pulling her skirt up to provide me with occasional glimpses of her recently shaved pussy in the passing street lights. "I knew you'd like my new look Sam," she'd purr. On the odd occasion she'd even let her palm slide across it before bringing it to my mouth to lick, helping to keep both of us in a state of constant arousal. 

She hadn't managed to see Jo at all during the day -- their Finance people were keen to ensure that a comprehensive 'hand-over' took place. Even at lunchtime Jo was unable to get away, leaving Annie feeling a little annoyed and increasingly frustrated. 

"So I decided to give Jo a little surprise," she chuckled to herself, sounding very pleased with her idea. "I went to that new tanning place in the city centre and got myself a new 'hair-style'. It felt fantastically sexy walking out with my newly bald pussy already damp at the thought of Jo eventually uncovering it!"

However even then things weren't working out as expected. Jo was kept locked in meetings in Finance until the end of the day and Annie hadn't managed to grab a single minute alone with her. She had still remained upbeat though -- there was always the evening ahead. But then, when they all finally got to the pub, there, waiting for Jo, was Louisa!

"I'm sorry Sam. You know, that I phoned you but - I don't know what I expected but, but ..." We were both giggling as she continued "... well, obviously it involved sex with Jo, but once I saw Louisa there, I thought that any chance of another session had now been blown clean out of the water."

"So what was she like then, this Louisa?" I asked thinking back to Annie's angry call. "A big, chubby dyke I expect," I added hoping I sounded supportive.

"If only, if only," Annie had sighed. "But no. She was lovely; tall, slim, elegant, and a fair bit older than us -- probably mid 40s but fashionably dressed and very friendly; she told me that she was a senior partner in some big architect practice but not in a boastful way, just as a matter of fact."

"You were talking to her!"

"Actually for most of the evening as it turned out. She seemed to manoeuvre things without me realizing, and before I knew it we were together at the end of the bar a little away from the rest"

"Fucking hell," I exclaimed, "that must have been tricky."

"I suppose it should have been, and at first I felt dreadfully guilty, you know, about what had been going on between Jo and me, especially when she said 'So you're Annie; Jo's told me so much about you.' I could feel my cheeks redden and I thought I'd hyperventilate but if Louisa had noticed my embarrassment which I'm sure she must have, she didn't show it. I think that's why I drank so much, so quickly; because of the crazy situation. I think I had 4 or 5 glasses of wine in no time.

"I felt totally naked in front of Louisa and in more ways that one. My mind was jumbled and as she chatted to me I was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate. I kept thinking 'you know don't you; you probably even know that I had my pussy shaved for Jo today' and I could feel myself getting wet as erotic thoughts tumbled around in my head. I even started thinking, hoping really, that after we left the pub, she and Jo would take me back to their flat and make love to me all night long. And of course I was sure that she knew that was what I was thinking!"

"So how come you ended back at the Office," I asked as I drove onto our drive, Annie's hand by now stroking my erection through my trousers. 

"That story is for when we are in bed," she giggled getting out of the car, still swaying a bit as she tottered to the door. 

We thought about getting a take-away delivered but we were still highly aroused and I was still taking every opportunity to get my hands on Annie's lovely smooth pussy which I knew was exciting her. It wasn't long therefore before we were naked on the bed all thoughts of food fading into distant memory.

"So Sam," her voice simply oozing sex, "what do you fancy first, to hear the rest of my story or to make love to my newly shaved pussy?" 

"Both." I groaned as I kissed her wildly slowly slipping down her body as my hands roamed up and down her thighs, moving ever closer to her new baldness. 

"Both it is then," she exclaimed happily and taking my head in her hands began pushing me further until my kisses started to rain down on her moistened pussy lips. And so as I feasted on the fragrant juices leaking from my wife's now hairless pussy, Annie completed her story of that evening's adventure.

"I was pretty much taken by surprise when Louisa checked her watch and with a 'God, is that the time already!' said she had to leave. She went over to Jo who was chatting with Mary and a couple of blokes from Finance; everybody else had left by then-- it was after all already close on 7. I watched as she whispered something in Jo's ear and then they both looked across at me. Then she said her goodbyes to the others before coming back to me. 

"'It was lovely to meet you Annie,' Louisa said before adding, 'Hopefully Jo and I will get to see you again once we get back from our travels," with a smile and look that made me go weak at the knees. Then, after a lingering kiss on my cheek and a husky 'Mmmmm Jo was right, you really are absolutely delicious' whispered into my ear she made her exit." 

By this stage of her story, Annie's legs were well spread and she was slowly rocking her pussy up and down against my eager mouth. As for me, my cock was pulsing in my hand as I battled to delay cumming too soon. I really did feel as if I wanted these moments to last forever. 

"Louisa's departure pretty much signaled the end of the drinks and I wasn't sure what to expect but after I joined the remnants Jo asked if I could let her back in the office; she'd left her farewell flowers behind and had already handed back her swipe card.

"By now," Annie continued, "I was a bundle of nerves and while I thought that meant that Jo and I might have some time alone together, I didn't really feel sure of anything. My nervous state wasn't helped much by the smirk Mary game me as Jo and I said our goodbyes and left to walk back to the office. 

"However, it didn't take long for Jo to put my doubts to rest. No sooner were we out of the pub door than her hand slipped around my waste and she pulled me to her, kissing me and telling me to hurry as she didn't have long. We pretty much raced back to the office and through reception and up to my office. By the time I'd shut the door behind us her hands were already under the hem of my dress. And then she was whispering, 'ooooh yessss - what a lovely surprise,' as she slipped her had underneath my panty crotch and started stroking my pussy. 

"Oh Sam, it felt so fucking good. I don't know what it was; the drink maybe, Louisa's double-edged comments perhaps, my desperate need for Jo obviously, or the build up of a whole day's sexual tension inside me. Or more likely it was all of these, but whatever it was all I know is that I went absolutely crazy." Her rocking had become more urgent by now and she was literally fucking my face as she continued.

"I was kissing her wildly, licking and biting her lips, writhing against her as she brought me to orgasm after orgasm with her fingers." She stopped talking for a while but carried on fucking my mouth but with increasing vigor. "It was without a doubt the best sex I'd ever had." Annie was panting between phrases and I knew she was nearly ready to cum on my face. 

"Jo just kept me going. It felt as if I was a toy she was simply playing with. She'd build me up until I was on the edge and keep me there until I was moaning; crying; begging her for release. And then she'd suddenly push me over the top, my whole body juddering wildly as the waves surged through me; waves so strong that I was losing all sense of where I was, even of who I was. But she wouldn't let me drop down too far and by the time my body had stopped shaking, and my mind had started to untangle itself I was back on that cusp again, grinding myself against her hands, begging for more." 

I'm not sure exactly when Annie and I both came, but for the first time in a long while it was together, her orgasm, smashing through my attempt at restraint, leaving us a writhing, shuddering messy heap on top of the bed. And there we stayed for the night drifting off into peaceful untroubled sleep.

In the morning after a leisurely breakfast Annie continued the tale. Eventually she had collapsed onto her knees unable to stand any more of Jo's onslaught. Jo had then undressed as the waves of yet another orgasm were still coursing through Annie's quivering body. 

'Now it's my turn' Jo had exclaimed triumphantly, now standing naked from the waist down in front of a bowed Annie. And with that she had grabbed Annie's head and pulled it violently against her hairy pussy, already damp with her juices. 

I listened with increasing excitement as Annie described in minute detail what it had felt like to lick another woman's pussy for the first time. How warm it felt against her mouth; how it tasted slightly tart but with a hint of sweetness; how the curly hairs of Jo's pussy had tickled her nose and how she'd inhaled deeply on the sexual aroma emanating from it. 

How she'd thought about the ways she liked her pussy being licked and had tried to lick Jo's the same way; trying to gauge exactly how Jo was feeling every second and responding as best she could; wanting desperately to please her. 

Hearing all this was driving me crazy and it was obviously exciting Annie too because without a break in her commentary we were slipping out of our dressing gowns and falling into each others' arms. We collapsed onto the floor, kissing like crazy, my cock suddenly in Annie's mouth.

"I could feel Jo's orgasm was close by," Annie continued as she briefly ceased sucking me. "I was using my whole face to pleasure her as she rocked her hips back and forth." She went back to sucking my cock leaving me groaning, not knowing whether I wanted her to finish the story or carry on sucking my rock hard erection.

"She was so fucking wet Sam, it was unbelievable the amount of pussy juice that was dripping onto my face." She had now started rubbing my cock when it wasn't in her mouth. "I could feel her coming from a long way off. Jo was panting; then she started moaning, urging me on. 'Come on, lick me, harder, lick me you hot little bitch, fuck I knew you'd be good, you sexy slut,' stuff like that. 

"She had hold of my hair and was working my face back and forth across her pussy. I was using everything I could to please her; my tongue, my lips, my teeth, my nose. She was almost suffocating me but I didn't care. I wanted to be good for her Sam; I wanted to give her such a fantastic orgasm, one that she would always remember." She took my cock back in her mouth and worked her tongue all over it as she sucked deeply on it bringing me to the edge.

"And then Jo came on me. I was looking up at her, watching her; her eyes closed, her nostrils flared, her mouth gaping wide open. She was cupping her breasts through her t-shirt as her spasms began, flooding my face with her juices. And I loved it Sam, loved everything about it. I loved her pussy, the way it smelt and tasted. I loved the way she had fucked my face, the way she'd used me and how she came all over me. But more than anything I loved being so -- so totally - out of control..." And as I heard her voice peter away and being only vaguely aware of the implications of what she'd just admitted I came violently.

Afterwards as we lay on the carpet kissing and cuddling she concluded her experience. They'd spent a few minutes kissing and cuddling but as they dressed Jo's mobile rang. It was Louisa, who was outside, apparently as pre-arranged, and had come to pick Jo up! It seems she'd known about their little sessions all along. On a whim Annie had slipped out of her damp panties as a further present. Jo said she would enjoy sharing them with Louisa. Then after a brief kiss she was gone.

Over the next few days, things seemed to get back to something approaching normality. We did the standard 'couple things' over the rest of the weekend, a bit of shopping, eating out etc. and then it was back to work. However sex seemed somehow distant -- perhaps because we'd had so much in the last week or so, maybe because, at least for Jo, the last act would have been so very hard to beat. Either way Annie seemed to accept that her 'fling' with Jo had come to an end and it appeared there were no recriminations or self-examinations that we needed to confront because of it.

I thought about it from time to time, wondering whether our whole 'adventure' had now come to a premature end. There was always a few months time when Jo and Louisa returned from their travels of course. Things might take off again? So I contented myself with this possibility and was happy to let things drift along, that is until a few days later when Paul entered our lives.

Annie and I had been invited to a birthday drink that a mutual friend Denise was having at a small club in town. It was here that we met Paul, Denise's cousin. Dressed in a sharp suit with a collarless shirt Paul was one of those tall good looking black guys who ooze self confidence and although about 15 years our junior seemed to get on extremely well with Annie. 

For her part Annie, dressed in an electric blue cocktail dress with matching lipstick and heels, was obviously flattered by the attention she was getting from Paul and I remember late in the evening watching him drape his arm around her shoulder while she was sitting at the bar and noticing that she made no attempt to remove it. It was probably me just being me but it felt as if he was staking a claim to her. My head was spinning; with memories of Annie's escapades with Jo still fresh in my mind part of me wanted to watch things develop while another part was getting angry that another man was being so overtly familiar with my wife right in front of me.

On the way home we barely spoke and I guess both of us were wrapped up in our own private thoughts. Mine were a confused mixture of lust and anxiety while Annie was probably still bathing in the attention she had received from Paul. When we got into bed I immediately tried to climb on top of her my cock by then rock hard from thoughts of what Paul might have done to Annie had I not been there but she stopped me and asked me to lick her pussy instead. 

By this time I was so worked up I slipped willingly between her thighs and started lapping at her pussy lips which were already soaking wet. Annie loved having her pussy eaten although usually she prefers straddling me so she can lower herself onto my face and often she almost suffocates me when she gets rocking as her orgasm builds up. However this time she just lay back and spread her legs wide and moaned as I licked her to orgasm. I guessed she was thinking about Paul as I licked her but I didn't care. The whole evening had been so erotic I could barely contain myself and jerked off as Annie writhed on my mouth. 

After about her second orgasm Annie finally collapsed and fell asleep leaving me wide awake and still horny. I couldn't sleep no matter how I tried as visions of Paul with Annie filled my thoughts. I slipped out of bed and went to the spare room where I jerked myself to sleep to visions of Annie letting him seduce her, all thoughts of Jo and my wife together fading away. I didn't realize it at the time but I was already starting to become obsessed with the idea of Paul fucking her.

In the morning Annie wandered sleepily into the spare room and asked me why I was there. I made a lame excuse about feeling ill in the night and not wanting to disturb her. She didn't question my explanation and went and showered. I was desperate to talk to her about Paul but she was off shopping with a girlfriend for the day and it was difficult to find a place to start. After she left I jerked off again to visions of Paul taking my wife. 

After we had finally got round to talking about the evening she admitted that she liked the attention he gave her. '"Sam, I am a woman heading for 40 and I've got a fit 20 something black guy chatting me up,' she said smiling widely. "Of course I'm going to be flattered -- and before you say it -- yes I do fancy him," and then quietly as she dropped her eyes, "and probably far more than I should." For some reason this was simply a green light; the flashing amber in the background just melted away as my growing obsession took over.

Slowly, inexorably our sex life became honed to a simple standard format over the next couple of weeks. I think I lost count of the different ways I made Annie orgasm while I talked to her about Paul taking her and the ways that I would cum either with her or alone. I think we could probably have gone on like that for ever if it hadn't been for the invite to Denise's wedding landing on our doormat one morning.

I guess both Annie and I realized that Paul, being Denise's cousin was bound to be at the wedding but somehow although we continued using him in our fantasies we suddenly seemed unable to discuss him outside the bedroom. It was after all forbidden fruit but only a fantasy after all. But then again, Jo had only been a fantasy at one time. We probably both knew deep down that we were heading for another large helping of reality. 

It was a fairly large wedding held at a local golf club. There was a marquee for the evening music and we had use of a large part of the grounds and soon everybody was scattered about the place. I remember thinking how lovely Annie looked dressed in a simple strappy mini red dress and matching high heels that she had bought the weekend before. She looked sumptuous and it wasn't a surprise to subsequently find out that it was as much for Paul's benefit as anyone else's that Annie had taken so much care with her appearance.

Most of us were in the open as it was a lovely summer's evening when we were all called in to hear toasts and speeches. I had just been pounced on by one of the guests who on hearing that I worked in computer services immediately assumed that I could provide second line PC support, when the call came. I looked round as we walked towards the main function room and caught sight of Annie in a largish crowd which was slowly meandering in the same direction.

As I stood there watching the speeches I was totally unaware that behind me at the back of the hall things were developing the way they were, something I didn't find out until we got home. Annie had been strangely irritable when we got home and had gone straight to bed and her mood continued throughout the following day. Late in the evening, fed up with being criticized for no apparent reason I confronted her. With tears in her eyes Annie finally confessed to why she had been in such a bad mood. 




Moving The Goalposts Ch. 02



When they had called everyone in for the presentations Annie had been with a group of people including Paul. The women in the group had been keen to get in so as not to miss anything and had dragged their respective husbands and partners away and suddenly Annie had been left alone with Paul. 

As they walked back Paul had stopped them and looking straight at Annie put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her softly on the mouth. She said it caught her so much by surprise that she couldn't think straight and didn't resist even letting his tongue sneak into her mouth and roll across hers. Then as he pulled away after a couple of minutes he told her that ever since he first met her he had wanted to fuck her. He didn't try to disguise it anyway but just came straight out with it. She said she was so shocked that she didn't know what to say but that her head was swimming and her knees felt as if they had turned to jelly. In fact she admitted that she was shaking so much that she could hardly walk as they came back to the hall for the speeches. 

They had been the last back into the function room and Paul had guided her into a dark corner with Annie standing right in front of him. After a few minutes she had felt something caress her backside. Thinking maybe Paul had accidentally touched her as things were quite crowded she didn't react until she realized that his open hand had remained cupping one of her arse cheeks. She had turned round and managed to mouth 'stop it' to him as firmly as she could but he had just grinned at her. 

She decided to move as far forward as she could but within a minute both his hands were on her cheeks but now gently stroking them. She turned to him and again mouthed for him to 'stop it' although she admitted it was now getting harder to look convincing. She really didn't want anything to happen but admitted that she found the whole situation becoming increasingly exciting. Whether it was the wine although she didn't think she had drunk that much or just that fact that it was in a public place she didn't know but she said she just couldn't stop him, wasn't even sure that she wanted to.

With the realization that Annie's resistance had started to crumble Paul had became more adventurous and soon he had carefully lifted the back of Annie's dress and was stroking her arse through her panties. When she told me this I had a clear mental image as I knew exactly which panties she was wearing - her white lace high cut ones which barely covered her backside.. She said she had made one last attempt to stop him at this stage but she admitted it wasn't even half hearted. She had looked around and everyone was concentrating on the presentations - no one was looking at them. So instead of stopping things as she said she should have she had just stood there and let him fondle her. And as he worked her she even admitted to actually spreading her legs slightly and pushing her arse back for him! 

I couldn't believe what my wife was telling me. Here she was in a social gathering with her husband not more than 10 yards away letting a relative stranger put his hands up her skirt. Despite myself I could feel my cock growing harder as I made her continue. For Paul this was Annie's final surrender and he had taken full advantage of the situation. As he placed soft kisses on her bare shoulders he slipped his fingers between her thighs and started stroking her pussy through her panty crotch. 

She admitted that at this point there was no way she could carry on with any pretence of resistance - her pussy had been soaking since he had kissed her. His fingers quickly slipped inside her panties and were soon sliding along her pussy lips and across her clit. While everyone clapped and applauded the speeches Paul was fingering Annie at the back of the room. 

She was in tears by the time she finished telling me what had happened, saying she felt that she'd betrayed me by letting Paul use her that way. As her tears flowed and as she begged my forgiveness I realized that I had an enormous hard on. Before it had been fantasy but now, as with Jo, it was becoming reality; my wife was on the verge of fucking another guy and I was turned on beyond belief! 

Other things had become clear as I made her explain what had happened - her flustered state when I finally caught up with her after the speeches had finished, her sudden 'headache' which meant we left early and Paul's look as we said goodbye - clearly a smirk from someone who as it turned out had only just recently fingered my wife's pussy. 

With the wonders of hindsight I know I should have tried to stop things right there and then and told her that I was not willing to put up with this sort of behaviour but I was too far gone. So I told her it was okay; that what had happened was no different from her sessions with Jo; and as with Jo there had been no betrayal; she'd already told me that she really fancied Paul - after all that's what all our fantasies had been about recently -- and as long as she shared with me absolutely everything she and he did then we didn't have a problem. 

At first this didn't really placate her. "It isn't the same as with Jo," she sobbed "sex alone with another woman was something I'd always wanted to experience; that's what drove our 'affair'; and anyway Jo was in a relationship too so it was simply a mad office 'fling'; she was a temp in more ways than one." She stopped for a moment then turned to face me. 

"Paul is a man in case you haven't noticed," she said slowly and deliberately, "and that makes it different." But I was so far gone by then that nothing would get in the way of my addiction. There was no difference for me as long as we continued to share everything and in the end I think I simply bullied her into acceptance.

That night after Annie had drifted off to sleep I slipped into the spare room again. My mind was racing and full of visions of Annie letting Paul use her. I re-ran her story in my head 'seeing' her pushing her arse back for him, his fingers slipping across her pussy lips already wet with desire for him, and then like a cheap slut opening her legs wider for him, in short, letting him do whatever he wanted with her. I lost count of the number of times I came thinking about Annie's slutty behaviour with Paul. 

Over the next few days Annie continued to be contrite about what had happened and even seemed to be trying to make up and we had a couple of steamy sessions with some old videos we still had, with her wearing some sexy black underwear that she'd recently purchased. I continued to fantasize about Annie being slutty with Paul but kept it to myself as Annie seemed reticent to discuss him even in fantasy. Then sometime in the middle of the following week I decided to push the boat out again and mentioned Paul during one of our love-making sessions. For a while all was well until I realised Annie was not 'into things' as she usually was. I asked her what was wrong. 

"It's too dangerous," she replied quietly. I pressed her on what she meant by 'too dangerous' and she admitted that she had met Paul that very lunchtime. Apparently he had been phoning her at work everyday since the party - she had given him her number at the wedding - trying to get her to meet him one night. She had tried to put him off but in the end had agreed to meet him for lunch. He had taken her to a quiet Italian restaurant. They had chatted and he had told her again that he wanted her and that he knew she wanted him too. He told her that when she was ready she should phone him. When I asked her if she really did want him she didn't even hesitate. 

"Yes," she said simply. 

I now realize that this was probably my last chance to put a stop to things, to stop my wife from fucking another man but instead I did the opposite! I had my hand between her legs playing with her pussy lips as I forced her to tell me exactly what had happened and how she felt. And when she'd finished I pushed on with the fantasy whispering to Annie about her being at Paul's flat, the two of them alone at last. Him undressing her; his hands wandering over her body; her on his bed her legs spread wide as he lowers himself on and into her; his black cock glistening with her juices as he slides deep inside her; the feeling of his cock filling her more than she's ever been filled before. Her hand was now on her clit strumming it rhythmically as I vocally fantasized him fucking her all night long - on her back, front, fucking her mouth, fucking her cunt, even fucking her arse - and suddenly she came like never before.

In retrospect it shouldn't have been a surprise when she called me the next morning and asked to meet me at lunchtime. We both worked in the city although in different areas but sometimes met up for a drink or a meal but somehow I knew that this was different. We met in a quiet pub just off the town centre and she was strangely distant. 

As we stood at the bar waiting to be served I noticed she'd had her hair done and she gone back to the ringlets which I always thought suited her.

"I see you've been to the hairdressers," I mumbled as the barman came over to serve me. 

"Yes," she replied. "I've been meaning to get it done for a while - it was quiet in the office this morning so I took a couple of hours out." As I stood watching the barman preparing our drinks I remember thinking 'but you left early this morning so I assumed you were busy!' 

We sat down at a corner table and it was then that she began an explanation that made a lot of things drop into place. In an oddly cold and matter of fact voice she explained that after the previous night's activities she had realized that she no longer had any choice. 

"I called Paul first thing this morning and agreed to meet him this evening," she began. "He's picking me up straight from work." She paused for a short time clearly searching for words of explanation. 

"Look Sam I'm sorry but I was awake most of last night with this whole Paul situation going round and round in my head and I eventually decided that things had moved on so far that I simply had to go through with it." She paused again to collect herself.

"So I got up early well before you were awake and left for work straight away. I called Paul before anyone else arrived and before I had time to get cold feet. I told him I had thought about what he'd said and that I would be free this evening if he fancied meeting up. Strangely after all the anxiety and soul searching I didn't realize just how easy it would be!" I think she quickly sensed my shock both at the news and the way she had delivered it and that this was now all very real and far away from the fantasy games we had played. 

"I'm sorry Sam," her voice now softer and no longer quite as determined, "but this whole situation with Paul has been driving me crazy. I've tried to block him from my mind but I - I - just can't stop thinking about him - and even when I do manage to - to - get - some control - b-back -- you -- no we," she seemed close to tears as she stumbled on, "w-w-we - go to bed and -- you - you just k-keep - reminding me - of how m-much I w-want him." And as I sat with the implications of what Annie had just stuttered out washing over me she grabbed her bag and rushed to the toilets. 

When she returned a few minutes later she seemed to have regained her composure. She told me not to worry, that she still loved me, that everything would be alright and that she would see me later in the evening. I don't think it was until I got back to the office that the enormity of what was happening to us hit me. I had just kissed my loving wife of 12 years goodbye with the knowledge that the next time I saw her she would have just fucked another man. I thought about the old Annie sobbing guiltily as she recounted her misdemeanors with Paul at the wedding and contrasted it now with the newer Annie that had sat opposite me in the bar and told me of her plans to spend the evening with him. Neither of us had mentioned him fucking her but we both knew that's what 'meeting' meant. 

By the time I got home I was half crazy. Paul would already have picked Annie up from work and my mind was racing wondering what they might be getting up to. I slipped out of my work clothes and flopped on the bed stroking my cock as I thought about Paul taking my wife back to his flat and ravaging her. I came in a couple of minutes! But it didn't help and I was still highly agitated. I started wondering what she was wearing under the crisp pin striped business suit she had on at lunchtime and decided to check her clothes. I shouldn't have been surprised to find that her new black underwear set was also missing but for some reason I was? 

In the end sitting at home with my mind in overdrive became too much for me and I walked to the local pub for a drink. I sat there in a semi daze and lost count of the number of drinks I had as I tried to stop myself imagining what Annie was letting Paul do to her. By the time closing time came I was probably quite drunk. I got home and watched some late night TV trying to stop myself from calling her mobile but in the end I lost the battle. It rang and rang and then switched to her answering service. I heard her soft voice telling me that she was 'not available at that moment but to leave a message after the tone and I will get back to you.'

It seemed only seconds later I woke to the sound of the landline's shrill cry. Stumbling off the sofa and staggering towards the impatient tones, I wiped out a full fruit bowl and the dregs of a cold cup of tea from the coffee table. I just about managed a croaked hello, my brain battling to break through an alcohol haze. 

"Sam it's me," Annie whispered "I'll be leaving soon. Um -- I'm just." But before she could complete the sentence I cut right across her.

"Where are you? What's happened? Are you alright?" I was slurring almost inaudibly but I had so many questions that even in my dazed state I needed answers and I needed them all at once.

"Look Sam," her voice soft and reassuring. "Don't worry. I'm okay. I'm just waiting for a cab. I won't be too long. I'll be home soon." Then the line went dead.

I put the receiver down feeling at least some comfort, but how much? I glanced at the clock on the wall which told me it was 1.37am. What had happened in all those hours; how many was it now? I struggled to think. But what had she said? She was okay. She'd be home soon. Her softly spoken words now placated me, easing my anxiety. It had all come back when the phone had rung but now as I lay back down on the sofa it was all drifting slowly away.



Moving The Goalposts Ch. 03



Author's Note: This story contains strong cuckold themes. If you find this type of story offensive then please read no further. 

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It wasn't until after a very late breakfast and a drive to the coast via a pub - I guess we both needed a couple of shots of Dutch courage -- that Annie was ready to relate the events of the previous evening. In a quiet spot sitting on a bench looking out across the sea to a distant horizon Annie dutifully commenced her account. 

"Paul picked me up from work as arranged," she began. 

"How were you feeling?" I suddenly blurted out but she shot me a look; a look that made it very clear that she would be telling the story in her own time and on her own.

"As he drove me away from the office," she continued, "I remember a part of me was just hoping that he would take me straight to his flat; that I could just fuck him and get it all out of my system and then come home to you. But he didn't. Instead he took me down to a restaurant by the river for a meal and then we went on to a bar the other side of town for a few more drinks. I met a few of his friends, they all seemed quite nice; it must have been gone 10 when Paul and I finally left the bar and walked to his flat which happened to be just around the corner." She paused for a bit and stared into the distance. I think we were both acutely aware that we were coming to the 'important' stuff. 

"I'd been enjoying myself," she said abruptly, looking up at me. "I felt like I was a teenager again, out on a first date, that wonderful mixture of nervousness and excitement. Paul had been charm itself and apart from a slightly longer than necessary greeting kiss in the car, hadn't done anything to suggest that we were anything other than friends. I remember thinking at the time how glad I was that he was being discrete; you know, in case anyone that we knew might see Paul and me together. Funny the things you think of sometimes." She smiled at me nervously before carrying on. 

"When we got to Paul's flat he opened some wine and put on some mood music and dimmed the lights. I remember thinking it was all a bit of a cliché but I didn't mind. In a strange way it kind of helped; let me feel like I was still in control. I was feeling quite merry but without being drunk. We started smooching and while we swayed to the music we started sharing our wine with each other. It was all quite sexy and romantic; like much of the evening it I felt like I was 20 again. 

"I can't remember exactly how it happened but suddenly we'd put the wine down and Paul was slowly pulling my dress up and over my head while we continued smooching. He let it slip onto a nearby chair leaving me dressed in just my bra, panties, stockings and heels. He moved away from me to take a better look and as he did so he let out a long whistle of approval that made me feel really good. 

"So I started to dance as provocatively as I could for him and as I did he started undressing, all the time watching me wriggling sexily in front of him, until he too was down to just his underwear. The atmosphere seemed to be alive - it was all so unbelievably sexual. I was so turned on Sam; so fucking hot. I could actually feel my pussy leaking into my panties." She looked at me questioningly as if seeking my understanding. 

Despite feeling as if I was shaking like a leaf I managed to nod affirmatively. "It's okay Annie," I mumbled as supportively as I could although I was starting to feel increasingly apprehensive at the thought of what was to come.

"As I swayed I stared at him; at his handsome face and his deep dark eyes; his toned and shiny black body naked now except for a pair of tiny silk red briefs that were straining to accommodate his -- his - cock..." Her voice tailed away. She drew in a deep breath as if she was composing herself. 

"Our eyes were glued to each other. Paul moved back to me pulling me to him, pressing his body against mine and as we wrapped our arms around each other we slid into a long sensuous lingering kiss.

"It felt so good being against his hard strong body; I seemed to melt into him and as he took my weight, he slowly danced me into the bedroom. We were still kissing; standing at the bottom of his bed when suddenly, somehow I knew what I needed to do. I started moving down his body, my kisses covering his face and then his neck; then down across his firm torso so very black and beautiful, until I came to his bulging briefs. I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as the cock hidden inside." She paused again but as I looked at her I could see that she was far away.

"I was kneeling on the floor in front of him staring at his bulge. I could smell him, smell his sex and I loved it. I started planting kisses all over his straining bulge, worshipping it as I knelt there in front of him. I wanted so much to please him. I kissed it, I licked it, I nibbled it all over and I could hear by his breathing and the way that his cock was swelling that I was pleasing him. I put my hands on his arse cheeks and pulled his bulge against me, breathing in his muskiness until it was almost driving me crazy." She paused as a shudder coursed through her. 

"If you don't want to go on we can stop" I whispered convincing myself that I was worried that she might just breakdown completely. But deep down I knew it was me who was the closest to the edge.

"No it's okay. I want to carry on. No, I must -- I must carry on. We've got to do this. I want to get as much as I can out now, at least while I feel able to." 

"B--but you don't have to put yourself through this." 

Suddenly she rounded on me her eyes blazing. "Of course I have to put myself through this Sam," her voice rising in volume as she stared at me. "For fuck's sake don't you understand! We made a promise and there were NO fucking exceptions. I'm not proud of myself Sam. In fact I'm ashamed at what I am going to have to tell you -- ashamed of how I behaved with Paul. But not telling you won't change anything. Once we start deciding what we will and will not tell each other then we -- we -- we might as well ..." She turned away as her voice tailed off.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I'm being stupid." She looked back at me and suddenly I saw a flicker of my old Annie looking back at me the way she did when we were having fun; lovingly and with genuine affection. 

"No you're not love," she said softly. "You're not being stupid. None of this is easy; none of this is easy for either of us." We sat in silence for a while feeling the soft sea breeze rippling past us. I don't know what I was thinking but Annie was obviously preparing for the next chapter of her tale.

"I brought my fingers round and slipped them over the waistband on either side of his briefs and as I started to roll them down I saw the head of his cock start to appear and I heard Paul whisper 'oh yes baby' in a deep voice. I carried on rolling his briefs down. I felt almost hypnotized as his big black snake started to spring slowly from them; little by little." She paused chuckling quietly to herself. I smiled back in recognition of her obviously inappropriate description. The moment of light relief clearly helped her gain back some confidence and she quickly carried on.

"Then all of a sudden it sprung free and the deep purple bulb at the head of his cock swayed across my face. For a moment I just knelt there letting it loll against my face, feeling its hardness against the softness of my cheeks and letting it slide across my salivating mouth. I even carried on staring up at it as I moved slowly down his leg with little kisses, all the while pulling his briefs with me until they were right to the floor and I was on my knees in front of him.

"I felt Paul step out of them and spread his legs a little. I was still watching his cock; now almost fully hard as it swayed with the sudden movement. As I carried on kissing him up his other leg Paul started encouraging me, telling me things like what a hot little bitch I was, such a sexy slut, the sexiest tease he'd ever met -- stuff like that. By then I don't think it mattered what he said. Whatever it was I simply and literally lapped it up.

"Soon I was back facing his cock. I bent forward and started licking all over his sack feeling the large balls inside sliding against my tongue. The smell and feel of him was overpowering and I couldn't stop myself. I slid one hand down my front and inside by panties. I was so hot and gooey down there it was incredible. I could feel my clit poking out of its hood like a tiny cock. I can't remember it ever getting that big before. I soaked my fingers in my pussy juice and started rolling them across my bud making my whole body shiver. 

"I was looking up the length of his cock and could see a blob of precum glistening on the tip and oh Sam," she looked at me her eyes glazing over, 'Oh Sam I needed that nectar so very, very badly." Slowly she slipped out of her reverie and continued. 

"With my other hand clasping Paul's thigh I held myself steady and started licking up and down his cock. By now my eyes were locked onto Paul's and I was rolling my pussy back and forth across my fingers. I kept lifting myself as straight as I could trying to take Paul's knob head into my mouth but every time I did he just pushed himself up leaving me tantalizingly short; just licking the edge of his swollen helmet. At one point he said something like; 'two can play the tease game bitch' and I nearly collapsed. I was so desperate to get his cock in my mouth. I needed his cock so badly. I was frantic, grinding my palm against my clit, moaning at him to let me suck it. 

"What happened next is a bit of a blur; I remember Paul was teasing me; he kept asking me the same question. 'What do good bitches say if they want some black meat' as I failed again and again to get him into my mouth. I was desperate and just moaned at him 'Oh I need your cock -- oh Paul -- I need it so much.' At some point I reached up with my left hand to try and pull his cock down but he grabbed me by the wrist and put it back on his thigh. I tried to raise myself and got up on my haunches but he pressed my shoulders down keeping me tantalizingly close.

"I was almost out of control; moaning at him to let me taste his sweet, sweet cock; begging him; moaning at him, 'please, please, please' over and over. Then suddenly he smiled and whispered 'That's a good little white girl' and looking down at me he took the pressure off my shoulders enough for me to lift up and get his glistening knob-head in line with my mouth." 

By this time I think I was shaking so much I wasn't sure how much more of her brutal exegesis I could take. "Shall we leave the rest till later" I asked turning towards her. "I think we both need a break."

"No Sam, no break, not here. Just let me finish - just finish this bit. There's still quite a lot left even then." She lowered her eyes again as if all of a sudden her shame was not just for what she had done but how long it had gone on for. "We can finish that off later but not this bit. Not now I've got so far." Again we sat in tense silence while Annie collected herself.

"I started running my tongue across his cock head all the while getting closer and closer to that luscious globule of precum that I wanted so badly. I could feel my orgasm rising from deep within me. It seemed so far down but I knew it was on its way. I felt Paul's precum on my tongue as my orgasm started. I remember thinking it seemed the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. I opened my mouth wide and took his cock inside as far as I could as the first waves flowed through me as his cock throbbed against my tongue. As my whole body shuddered crazily I was only dimly aware of his cock slipping deeper and deeper into my throat muffling my screams. At one point I thought I'd collapse but my mouth clung on to his cock and I was still sucking him as the waves finally started to drift away.

"Once I'd finally recovered I set about pleasuring him in earnest. I kept letting his cock nearly slip out of my mouth before dribbling my saliva all over it and then pushing my mouth back down over it. Each time I was taking a little bit more of it. I had no idea how I got so much inside; probably sheer lust I guess. 

"At one point he reached down as his cock slipped from my mouth and holding it out started to tap the bulbous head on my tongue. I just crouched there pushing my tongue out as far as possible letting it bounce up and down, feeling its strength, and all the time I was staring up at him. Oh Sam, I felt so wonderfully submissive just squatting there looking up at my man while I pleasured him solely with my mouth.

"I don't know how long I sucked and licked and gently nibbled his cock but it seemed to go on forever. And then suddenly without warning he started erupting, his cock pulsing as spurts of his cum splashed against the inside of my mouth. At first I nearly choked but I wanted to take it all, every last drop so when my mouth was full I let the remainder spurt on my face until his spasms finally subsided." She paused for a moment and smiled as if she was reliving that moment.

"There was so much of it -- I never realized men could produce that much." She glanced nervously at me. Probably realizing the unintended criticism of me in what she had just said she quickly continued. 

"It was dribbling down my face and out of my mouth but I was determined to have it all so I swallowed the load he had deposited in my mouth before dutifully licking all of the cum off of his beautiful cock. And when it was glisteningly clean, and still without taking my eyes of him for a single second, I used my fingers to clear as much of his cum as I could from my face. I was feasting hungrily on them as he looked down on me crouched on my..." Her voice trailed off and she just sat there. The silence was unbearable.

I asked the first question that perhaps predictably and embarrassingly came into my head. "Was he bigger than me?" 

"Yes," she said quickly her eyes downcast as she spoke. 

I followed with the equally banal, "Was he better than me?"

She suddenly turned on me her eyes blazing again. "Sam. Stop it will you. Look he was - he was - just different!" Her tone, now a mixture of frustration and anger, stung me.

"Did he like the sexy underwear you wore for him?" I snapped back desperate to regain at least a modicum of control. Suddenly it was Annie in trouble, blushing, clearly unaware that I had known what she had worn and looking for all the world like a child caught red handed stealing sweets. As I sat looking at her as she stared anywhere but straight at me, the penny finally dropped. 

"You bought them for him didn't you?" She just sat there staring at the ground in front of her. "You fucking bought them for Paul. Didn't you?" I said as firmly as possible trying desperately to hide the shaking anger that was starting to overwhelm me. 

"Yes," she said quietly. "Yes, I bought them for Paul," her voice slowly coming back to nearer its normal volume. Then before I could prompt her she carried on. 

"At the wedding; while Paul was - well you know what he was doing; he must have looked down and seen my white panties because he whispered in my ear 'mmm very nice - white and lacy - very pure - but - I think - black is - our - favourite -- colour,' all the while alternating his words with nibbles on my ear." We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then with me letting it all soak in she carried on. 

"When I bought them I honestly tried to convince myself that they were for you, to try and make up for being so stupid as to let Paul touch me the way he had; to give you an evening to remember." She sounded as if she was close to tears. 

"I took my new purchases straight home and tried them on. Even as I started attaching the stockings to the garter belt I could feel myself getting wet. I added the bra and panties and then some makeup, but much heavier that I usually wear. I wanted to look like a slut for you I guess. I found my highest black heels and then stood in front of the mirror. I put on some music and looked at my reflection. I clearly remember thinking how sexy I looked, wiggling my hips and running my hands all over my body, flicking my tongue out provocatively; flirting with my ruby lips. I don't know why but it suddenly seemed so natural." She took another long deep breath before continuing.

"I tried to picture you watching me Sam; I tried so desperately for it to be you. But every time I got going, every time I rubbed myself through my panties or cupped my breasts through my bra as sluttily as I could; whatever I did, in the end it was always Paul watching me. You just seemed to evaporate. In the end I couldn't stop myself and just gave in to it and did it for him, wanting to please him as I brought myself to a shattering orgasm. I think deep down even then I knew that I was simply practicing for the real thing..." Again her voice trailed off. 

"Did he fuck you while you wore them?" I asked stupidly. 

"What do you think Sam!" she spat back and with that she got up and started walking back to the car. It wasn't until I got up to follow her that I realized that despite the various shocks I'd just experienced my cock was rock hard.

We drove home without mentioning Paul. The events of 'rest' of the evening were clearly out of bounds for the foreseeable future so we descended into the comfort of idle chit-chat; had I sorted out the weekend with Nick & Sara; when was Annie's car's MOT due, etc. We even stopped at a favourite restaurant on the way! 

When we finally got home I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a large measure. As we ploughed through it and onto a second the atmosphere began to relax. We started taking about the 'safer' side of her evening, what Paul's friends were like; what she had eaten at the restaurant; what the food was like; we even somewhat bizarrely discussed whether we should give it a try! 

From there we moved to discussing the episode in a kind of abstract way. A sort of general 'what are we like?' For her part Annie admitted that she was glad she had got it off her chest; that the last month had been an emotional rollercoaster what with the week of craziness with Jo and now her encounters with Paul. She had loved the raw almost animalistic sex she'd had the previous evening but couldn't see herself surviving it on a regular basis; she laughingly suggested she was just getting too old for it!

For my part I told her I was proud of her, proud that she had the courage and strength to go through with it and that she obviously still had the looks to pull younger men! She laughed and said she loved me more than ever. We laughed together at the craziness of it all. What had happened now seemed more like the games we had constantly been playing than anything 'real' and as the mood softened the details of the rest of the evening slowly emerged. 

"After I'd finally lapped up as much of Paul's cum as I could he pulled me up and almost threw me on the bed. I rolled over, wriggling my body, pulling my panties off and spreading my legs wide apart; pushing my pussy up for him. It was only then that I noticed his cock again. I couldn't believe it; it was still erect Sam; still standing proudly to attention as he approached." We were back in the flow. But it wasn't frightening anymore, just pure excitement. "He got onto the bed with me, flipping me over onto my front with my head facing the bottom of the bed. And as he did so he unclipped my bra and eased it off." She paused momentarily.

"Go on," I groaned as I felt her breath on my ear as she snuggled closer to me. I was lying back on the sofa stroking my cock while Annie was running her finger nails up and down my ball sack. 

"I looked up and for the first time noticed the huge wardrobe mirror and my reflection staring straight back at me. I remember thinking that I didn't look like any of the women in the porn movies we'd watched. Even when they were being fucked senseless they were always so well manicured; perfectly presented; as if they'd just come out of makeup. 




Moving The Goalposts Ch. 03



"Me? My cheeks were marked with blotches of dried cum and streaks of mascara; my eyes were half closed and glazed with lust; and my drooling mouth was gaping open and dribbling a potent mix of Paul's cum and my saliva down my chin. I looked such a complete and utter slut and I remember thinking 'I wonder if this is what Sam had in mind for me when he started us down this road?'" I simply groaned, my cock twitching in my hand as I felt my orgasm approaching.

"As I felt Paul rub the end of his cock against my pussy, I could both see and hear myself groan with desire. He started teasing me with it; sliding up and down my pussy lips. I kept trying to push back onto him but he read my every move and continued to tease me, letting me get close before pulling back. 'Oh fuck me' I moaned repeatedly as my desperation increased. He took his cock in his hand and started to slap my arse cheeks with it. I don't know why but it felt and looked so erotic; I screamed with lust. 

"He then pushed forward but had his cock pointing upwards so he could saw it up and down my crack all the way from my pussy to my arse and back again. All my nerve endings suddenly felt alive Sam. I could feel every bit of his cock as it slid up and down my crack, feel his bulbous knob sliding along my pussy lips soaking up my juices and then moving on across my tight puckered rosebud. I was shaking wildly just knowing that he could see my most intimate part. If he'd wanted to I'd have let him take it right there and then but he was concentrating on my pulsating pussy.

"Every so often I could feel his ball sack bouncing on my clit sending pulses through my brain. 'Please fuck me Paul, please' I kept moaning as his cock sawed over my pussy lips. I was arching my back as far as I could, desperately trying to get his cock to rub against my clit. 'That's better my little white bitch' he whispered slowly lowering his cock until the head was back level with my pussy again. I started pushing back and this time he let me and I felt his bulbous knob head slide past my pussy lips." She stopped for a moment as if she was re-living the feeling. 

"I started rocking on it trying to move further up his cock. I needed him to fill me so much. 'Tell me how much you want my cock bitch'. I couldn't believe he was making me beg for it now. 'Please Paul; please don't make me beg for it'. But by now I was almost hysterical and my body was shuddering wildly. I was lost. I needed him too much to refuse.

"I slipped a hand beneath me and started strumming my pulsing clit but that just made me all the more desperate. I started begging him, 'please - please Paul - please fuck me - please -- anything - please - I'll do anything - anything you want - please fuck my pussy -- I'm so hot for it Paul -- so hot for your cock - please - please fuck me' stuff like that. I just kept babbling at him like I was demented. It seemed to go on for ever.

"Then he slowly pushed a little further in and I almost came straight away. 'Tell me EXACTLY what you want me to fuck my lovely slut,' he suddenly cut across my babbling. 'Please Paul -- please fuck my slut pussy -- fuck me please - oh please Paul - please fuck your slut now' I moaned half expecting him to slide his cock deep inside me but I got another order. 'Fuck your WHAT pussy?' 

"Oh Sam, I was in such a state. I've never needed anything so much in my life. I was desperate to say or do whatever he wanted; desperate to find the right words for him. His teasing was the most erotic experience of my life but I needed to find a way through it. And then words arrived in a screaming torrent. 'FUCK MY MARRIED WHITE SLUT PUSSY WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK' I screamed again and again in varying combinations at the top of my voice by now beyond caring what anyone in the neighborhood might think. And then suddenly his cock had slipped deep within me, so deep I thought I'd explode and then with my hand now slapping my clit in excitement I had another shattering orgasm." By this point my cock was back at half mast; my chest and unbuttoned shirt covered in cum as I continued milking the last remnants of my shuddering orgasm from it. 

It seems they had fucked like that for what seemed an age. At first she just knelt there feeling his cock pulsing in and out of her as he slowly fucked her while she recovered from her orgasm. Then after awhile as she started feeling her excitement build she took over and started fucking him, looking at them in the mirror her rocking back and forth and wriggling her hips while Paul knelt behind her watching her sliding her pussy up and down his cock. 

He had whispered words of encouragement, telling her she was a really sexy slut and that she knew just how to fuck him, that he knew from the start that she was going to be dirty little bitch. And the more he said to her the harder she worked his cock wanting him to fill her pussy with more of his hot seed. She didn't know why but she was desperate to have him cum in her. 

It was Annie who was the one now stretched back on the sofa; her head thrown back; legs spread wide; panties around one of her ankles. I started to gently strum her clit as she re-lived the scene.

"I reached between my legs and started scratching his balls as I felt his cock starting to swell inside me. I heard my mobile wringing from the lounge and knew it must be you but I was too far gone to stop." She was panting heavily now. "

"It was almost as if I'd uncovered a new me. 'That's it baby, cum in me. Slap my arse you black bastard and fill me full of your seed' I moaned as he started riding in rhythm with me. I felt a sharp pain as he brought a hand down on one of my cheeks. Oh God Sam my whole body just went into total spasm. I've never felt anything like it before." She was writing on the sofa and I guessed her orgasm was near. I started kissing her neck, her ears and her face. 

"He slapped me again and again without breaking our rhythm. I was yelling wildly now trying to drive him to his orgasm, 'That's it - use me you bastard - use your white married slut - take my pussy Paul -- fuck it you bastard -- fuck it -- fuck it and fill my hot married pussy with your seed -- go on fuck it and make it yours' and - then - then -- I-I-I oh god - I felt him explode - oh god in -- in -- in my -- my pussy - and -- I was coming -- and -- oh -I - I - aaaaaaaaagh..." and she subsided into a bucking mirror orgasm that left us both lying half on the floor. 

Later as we lay in bed in post orgasmic bliss Annie wrapped up the story. Their simultaneous orgasm had left them lying in a heap on his bed. They had spent a little while just wrapped in each others arms kissing and telling each other how fantastic they had been but Annie finally remembered that I had called. She managed to pull away from him although she admitted it was very hard to leave him then. It was only when she looked in the mirror that she realized what a state she was in. Her hair was matted in sweat, none of her makeup was where it had started and thick beads of Paul's seed were either caked on her chin and breasts or dribbling out of her swollen pussy and down her leg. 

She had decided she couldn't possibly have got back home looking like that so she had asked Paul if she could use his shower He was getting it running and called her a cab while she called me back. Paul had tried to get her to stay over but she said that she didn't feel right staying out all night having promised me she'd be back. Once in the shower he had offered to soap her. Her eyes glazed back over as she reached the finale.

"I could feel his hands all over me as shower water cascaded over them. I just stood there thinking, 'I need to get back home -- get back to Sam' but at the same time not wanting the moment to ever stop." Her voice now seemed very far away. 

"Then suddenly everything seemed to erupt. We were kissing wildly, madly, grinding our bodies together. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I wrapped one leg round his back and started humping his thigh screaming like a wild animal not caring if anyone heard me. We were kissing; licking; biting; our hands running over each other in a frenzy. I don't know how long we writhed together with the shower cascading over us but at the end I had another shattering orgasm that kept rolling through me for what seemed forever. It was just so - so -- so fucking -- animalistic -- so base -- it -- it was -- mad. It -- was - madness." She paused, her face contorted as if still waiting for the orgasm to subside within her.

"The next thing I remember is the door bell ringing and Paul saying that it must be the cab. Again he asked me to stay and I so wanted to just crawl into bed with him and go to sleep in his arms but I knew that I couldn't -- I had to get back to reality; to you; to us. 

"I dried and dressed myself as best I could; he gave me an old jacket to wear that swamped me - but I was glad. It felt cold outside as I kissed him goodbye and walked to the cab." She sat still a smile of contentment slowly drifting across her face; a smile that said 'That's it. That's exactly what happened. Everything; absolutely everything; I've left nothing out; not a single detail left to fester; catharsis complete.' 

After the re-telling of Annie's epic 'adventure' things dropped back into some semblance of normality. We did the 'ordinary' things, went to work, went shopping, discussed the news. The sex side eventually drifted back after a few days, although now in pretty much a standard formula. We would go to bed and Annie would lie on her back. I'd lie next to her kissing her neck and breasts and slip my hands between her thighs. At first she would appear disinterested. 

"I bet you'd like it if it was Paul slipping his hand across your pussy wouldn't you?" I'd whisper. Invariably Annie would say nothing but slowly let her thighs slip further apart. Gradually I'd increase the pressure, kissing her mouth and nibbling her neck as my hands delved further inside her, feeling her juices start to flow. And then I'd tease her by fluttering my fingers across her swollen clitoris as she pushed up to me.

"Well" I'd ask "Would you like these to be Paul's fingers in your pussy, knowing his big black cock is waiting to fuck you?" 

That was always the cue for her to join in, usually with a hissing "Yessssss!" I loved her admitting that she wanted his cock; wanted it more than anything. I'd play around with her, teasing her, bringing her close to orgasm and then stopping. Slowly I'd build up the pressure making her tell me what she wanted again. I'd make her beg out loud for Paul to fuck her, to beg for it exactly like she did at his flat. And while she did I'd let her cum.

It wasn't until a week or so after their 'date' that she dropped her bombshell. We were lying in bed one evening and I started gently stroking her pussy. We had both been working long hours the last couple of days and hadn't had a great deal of physical contact for a while. She didn't respond but I didn't stop as this was often the way our sessions went. I carried on nibbling her neck as I went but after a few more strokes she reached down and grabbing my wrist pulled it away. 

"What's the matter," I mumbled into her ear.

"Not tonight Sam I'm not in the mood." It wasn't so much what she said more how she said it that got to me. It was -- it was dismissive.

"Well I hope you're in a better mood by the weekend," I retorted, flopping onto my back and staring at the ceiling.

"My mood won't matter to you Sam," she replied flatly, "because I won't be going to Nick and Sara's."

"Not -- not -- g-going!" I stammered feeling a mixture of anger and confusion. I was part way through reminding her that we had arranged this visit a while ago when she cut right across me.

"Look Sam. I've arranged to see Paul this weekend." It was said in such a matter of fact way, as if she was going shopping with a friend or taking her car in for a service. My head was spinning. "He called me and asked if I fancied meeting up this coming weekend; in fact he's been doing so constantly and today I said 'yes'". 

"What do you mean s-s-seeing Paul?" I stammered now in complete confusion. She turned to me, her look bordering on exasperation.

"What the bloody hell do you think it means" she said carefully and deliberately. And then her look started to change and her face lightened a bit. "Okay Sam, I'm sorry, I guess we'll have to do this your way," and with a look of weary resignation, she threw off the duvet, took my hand, guiding it back between her now widely parted thighs and started moving it up and down her pussy lips.

"That's it Sam, stroke it for me like you usually do." She whispered leaving me on my own; feeling the damp heat of her swollen lips. "Can you feel how wet it is already?" I grunted and nodded immediately feeling her dampness increasing. 

"You do know why it's so wet don't you," she purred now grinding her pussy against my hand. Again I grunted an affirmative. I could already feel her juices starting to cover my palm. She reached down and took my still flaccid cock in her hand and started stroking me. 

"I think we need to get this little fellow a bit harder Sammy don't you. Why don't you tell me why my pussy is getting so very -- very -- wet?" She was now laying back her eyes closed her spare hand now fondling her breasts, occasionally letting her fingers tweak her swelling nipples. My cock was hardening rapidly as I managed to croak out the answer.

"Paul -- Paul - you're thinking of Paul; Thinking of him fucking you - just like he fucked -- fucked you -- at - at his flat," and with every stuttered truth my cock got even harder. I heard Annie's sharp in take of breath.

"Yessssss," she hissed as she used my hand to violently fuck her pussy. She let go of my cock and started using both hands on her breasts, squeezing and mauling them, pulling at her nipples until she groaned with painful pleasure. I suddenly felt my wife had gone; that there was now someone else in her place. It looked like Annie but -- but?

"Oh Sam, yes -- yes -- yes --yes -- yes," she cried, her staccato affirmation in time to her bucking hand fuck. 

"God I haven't stopped thinking about Paul fucking me again since the moment I left him. I can't think of anything else." If she'd been looking at me she'd have seen my face drop but she was far too gone now. 

"I've been like a bitch on heat ever since he fucked me." I looked down and saw a contorted face I hardly recognized. She was panting loudly, "Wanting him to fuck me oh soooo very much -- I've lost count of the times I've come thinking of him - fucking me -- you can feel it can't you Sam -- can't you - feel how hotly my whole body burns for him -- how much my steaming wet pussy needs his big black cock -- ooooooh yes - needs his cock fucking it -- using it -- oh fuck me Paul - please Paul -- yeah -- please - please." She was pleading deliriously -- now almost totally gone; bucking so hard I could barely keep my hand on her pussy; her eyes closed tightly; her face hideously contorted 

"Slap my clit Sam - come on you bastard -- fuck you - FUCKING SLAP IT," she yelled loudly as she spread her legs even wider; arching her back and pushing herself up into a crab position. I started slapping my hand across her pussy feeling her shudder every time I connected. She was now resting only on her shoulders and feet, the rest of her pushing up towards the orgasm that was closing in rapidly. 

"Oh YESSS; Yes Paul - that's it -- that's it baby," she was panting wildly now. "Yessss - take it -- take my married white cunt -- oh Paul it's so wet -- so wet for you. Your slut's cunt is gushing for you - it's yours now -- my cunt - all yours baby - oh god -- slap it Paul -- slap my cunt -- oh you bastard slap it -- make me your bitch - oh god." She was nearly there. I started slapped her pussy harder, trying to keep time with her convulsions. Her head was thrashing from side to side; nostrils flared; her eyes suddenly springing wide open, but staring blankly. 

"Don't stop -- oh please Paul -- oh please - please don't stop -- used me -- make me your whore -- slap me -- oh fuck yeah -- that's it - I'll be anything you want baby -- anything -- your hot little fuck slut -- - whatever you want - your white married cunt -- oh yesss -- your married white slut cunt to use - yeah -- your slut to use -- oh use me -- ohhh god YEAH; SLAP ME; SLAP ME; HARDER; YESSSS; USE ME; OH FUCK YES; USE ME; FUCK; YEAH FUCK; USE MEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee..." I was slapping her pussy furiously as she exploded; her whole body thrashing wildly as she screamed the most guttural demonic sounds I'd ever imagined possible. 

She finally collapsed back onto the bed and laid there for fully fifteen minutes her body twitching as the waves of orgasm slowly ebbed away; her mouth open and dribbling saliva, her tongue lolling grotesquely. As she started to come round she looked down at my cock which continued to betray me. With a look that now oozed control she reached across and took my erection in her soft hands and started to stroke it.

"And that little Sammy is why I'm not going this weekend," she purred, still shuddering occasionally as remnants of her orgasm passed through her.

"B -- b - but what about Nick and Sara," I stammered as she carried on working on my cock.

"That's your problem sweetheart," she purred taking my hand and wrapping it around my now fully hard cock. "Maybe you should just tell them the truth." Her hand was now cupping my balls her nails starting to scratch my sack.

"What do you mean?" I half moaned as I lay there stroking my throbbing member. It was a stupid question. Not only did I know the answer, the very thought of it had me close to cumming in a single instant. But I really wanted to hear it from my wife's lips. I was beaten. She looked me straight in the eyes, seeing my need, a wicked smile flickering across her lips. 

"Well Sam, I guess you could tell Nick & Sara that your wife can't make it because she's going to be spending all next weekend with her young, fit, black lover." She was purring sexily now. 

"That I really would have liked to have made it but I've spent the last two weeks in a state of such constant arousal that I've been bringing myself off in the ladies at work at least two or three times a day. I think everyone in the office is convinced I've got a stomach bug," she chuckled. I let out a low moan, my mind whirring as thoughts of Annie with her legs spread, working her pussy in the office toilets while thinking about being fucked every which way by Paul raced past me. My cock twitched as I stroked myself towards orgasm.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she continued digging her nails into my ball sack," it doesn't sound like you have any problem with that Sam." I was so close to cumming I just groaned with lust. 

"This is what you've wanted all along isn't it; me fucking another man, me being another man's slut and then telling you all about it?" Her tone was now more severe, more demanding. 

"Yesssssss," I groaned while part of my brain was battling to shout 'NO'.

"So you won't mind me spending the weekend being Paul's little white fuck slut then?" In fact it was no longer a question. She was simply demanding my response.

'"N-n-nooooooooo," I stammered my cock now twitching violently in my hand.

"Feel it Sam," she said pulling my spare hand across to her and pressing it against her pussy. "Feel how hot and wet my cunt is. Since Paul fucked me it's like this all the time." I felt it immediately - it was almost gushing with her juices. 

"Sam darling, you need to know that my cunt is Paul's. It belongs to him now; it's his whenever and wherever he wants it," She paused momentarily for obvious effect, "and do you know what? He wants it this weekend." I let out a long low groan. Her voice was now as soft as velvet. I'd never before heard her speak so sexily. She held me dangling on a piece of string and I was powerless.




Moving The Goalposts Ch. 03



"Mind you Sam, I'm not sure my cunt and mouth will stand up to a whole weekend being pounded by Paul's big black cock. I think I might have to find somewhere else for him to fill." Again she paused; now toying mercilessly with me; waiting for my loud groan as the full weight of what was implied hit me before straddling me and feeding my cock into her dripping pussy. I knew it had engulfed me but I could barely feel it, it was so wet.

"Go on Sam; fuck it; fuck my pussy; fuck it for the last time; show me how much you love it now that your wife is Paul's little fuck slut," the words seemingly oozing out of her mouth as I began spurting my load into her sopping pussy. "That's it; cum for me. Fuck my hot pussy with that little white cock of yours while you think about the weekend. Just imagine it Sam;" she was mocking me now still sliding up and down on my pulsing cock. 

"Look Sam. I'm kneeling on all fours for Paul. Watch me arching my back, pushing my arse as high as I can for him; oh look Sam, my hands are now spreading my arse cheeks as wide apart as I can so he can see my puckered rosebud; oh Sam. I'm giving it to him; begging Paul; begging him like crazy. Can you hear me Sam; can you hear me begging Paul to take my virgin hole..."