10 comments/ 43397 views/ 31 favorites Sara and Ed By: eoghan1010 This is a long story, a story about sharing my then girlfriend, now wife, with a guy. The conversations contained in this tale are for the most part true and only stray from the truth because I can't remember everything word for word. I appreciate that some people are turned off by this type of story so I will say to them that you should read it if it might offend. There is a lot more where this came from and If I can find the time I will continue. Thanks for reading. * When I first saw her I got butterflies in my stomach. I was coming along the corridor in the offices of my insurance broker. She was a small girl, about five foot three but it was the way her ass stuck out and the black trousers accentuated the curve of her ass and hips. She was wearing a tight fitting white shirt which hugged her waist. Picture the hour glass and you have some idea. She was carrying a bundle of files which she dropped as I came alongside. As I bent to pick them up our heads collided, it was painful for both of us and I saw stars. I tried to apologise at the same time she did. "Are you ok?" I asked. "That hurt" she said as she rubbed her crown. She was so beautiful. Her dark hair cut to the shape of her face with a fringe that almost touched her eyes. Her brown eyes, cute little nose and full lips transfixed me and I struggled to speak. "You're bleeding," she said as she took a tissue from somewhere and gently held it to my forehead. I was bleeding a little and I pressed my hand on hers to stem the flow. When I say flow, it was really only a tiny cut. She insisted that I accompany her to the first aid kit. I did not refuse! Once there she cleaned the cut and put a band aid on me. She must have liked something about me because when I asked her out to dinner she accepted immediately. That was how I met Sara. We have been together for 7 years. We moved in together after one year and bought our house five years ago. She works as an accountant for a large insurance company and is now 29 years old. Me? Well I work as an advisor in security. I assess client's needs and recommend what best suits their life, work or home security. I like to think of myself as a fair and objective man. I am easy going and always try to treat people as I would wish to be treated. I am 32, try to keep fit and do ok at that. I am just over six foot tall and yes I have had a few girlfriends but nothing too serious. My name is Peter but everyone calls me Ed -- long story! Sara and I have discussed marriage but we never seem to actually plan or decide on a date. We both know we have found 'the one' in each other and we are devoted to one another. Our families live back home which in my case is Ireland and Sara's moved to Spain to run a business. We both work in London but live about 20 miles out in Kent. Our house is very secluded with a large front garden and a very large back one which is surrounded by tall fir trees. In the summer, between rain showers, we spend a lot of time outdoors. We go abroad each year and spend weekends away whenever we can. Since I met Sara my life has become complete. I still look at pretty girls but I have no inclination to stray. To be truthful, it would be difficult to meet anyone who would come close to Sara. She's my best friend, my confidant and the best lover I have ever encountered. In bed she can be gentle and we make love for hours on end, at other time she can be vocal and urge me to fuck her. Over the years we seem to fuck more than we make love. We have tried to keep the spark going and have been quite successful with both of us willing to try new things. Last year we took a weekend break to Rotterdam, went to a sex show which was rather boring to tell the truth and shopped in a sex shop. Sara bought some very sexy underwear and a nurse's uniform. As I was looking at some alarming looking whips and other instruments of torture which I truly found disturbing, Sara called me over to show me some vibrators and dildos. "Look Ed!" she giggled, "this one is the exact same as yours!" She was right too. It was made of silicon but for all intents and purposes, I could have provided the mould for it. It was six inches long and was the same girth as mine. Even the veins looked the same. Of course, we bought that also. Back in our hotel room we couldn't wait to try it and Sara went into the bathroom to change. I will never forget the sight of her in her white uniform. The dress just about covered her white cotton panties. We kissed and touched for ages until she opened the box with the dildo. Upon closer inspection we discovered a 'sucker' on the end of it and it didn't take me long to realise that this was for sticking to a mirror or other suitable surface. I told her to get on all fours and lined it up to the correct height and stuck it to the mirror on the wardrobe. By now I had removed her panties and she slowly moved back until the head was beginning to spread her pussy lips. She only had an inch or so in and I asked how it felt. My cock was straining against my underwear at the sight of this cock entering her. She pulled away. "It doesn't feel the same, its cold." She said, pouting. I removed it and ran to the bathroom where I immersed it in hot water until it was nice and warm. I once again positioned it on the mirror and she backed onto it. She let out an audible moan as she pushed back taking more and more inside her wet pussy. "How does it feel now?" I asked. "Mmmm, it feels good, just like your cock. The size and heat are just about the same." "Fuck that cock Sara, fuck it for me, let me see you fucking." I whispered. I was barely able to speak as I watched her back up until it was fully engulfed in her. She slowly began to move back and forth, her eyes closed. As she became more aroused her movements became more deliberate. She was in complete control, dictating the pace. Soon she was fucking harder and harder, the cock rigid and covered in her juice. I removed my shorts and stood in front of her, touched her lips with my cock. She opened her eyes, looking up at me, smiled and then took my cock into her mouth and I moved in unison with her. I couldn't get over the sight of that cock inside her pussy, fucking her. I could feel my balls tighten, knew I was going to cum but was unable to stop. Sara, her moaning muffled by my cock, was about to cum also. She came first and as she did, moved her head pushing my cock from her mouth. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she almost screamed as she pushed back as hard as she could. I began cumming and taking my cock in my hand I sprayed her face, hair and eyes. I came harder than I ever had before. She was still fucking the dildo and I reached to the bedside locker and got the camera. I got off a couple of shots of that cock fully embedded in her pussy and a few of her face contorted in ecstasy and covered in sperm. She looked so wanton, coming again and again, her beautiful ass slightly raised and her pussy full of cock. She finally moved forward, panting, trying to catch her breath. To my surprise I was rock hard again. I helped her up and almost threw her onto the bed. She opened her legs and raised her arms, signalling for me to enter her. I plunged my cock into her wet pussy and fucked her as hard as I could. We only lasted a matter of minutes until we came, almost simultaneously. We lay in each other's arms kissing, touching for what seemed like an age. Her face was still wet with cum. "My God that was something else" she sighed. "What got into you?" "What got into you more like" I said. We laughed as we enjoyed the afterglow of sex. But when I look back......that was when the seed was sown.... It wasn't apparent at first but gradually the dildo and various other vibrators became 'must have tools' when we engaged in sex, which was regularly. I spend one or two nights away from home each month with work. Before we discovered toys, she would be insatiable upon my return and we would fuck the minute I got in the door. Things changed, we still fucked when I got home, but during my absence she would use her toys to satisfy herself. Then she would call me at night and tell me how she was lying naked and touching herself. Many a night we would cum together by phone and to hear her moaning and groaning as she fucked her pussy would drive me nuts. I wanted to watch, see that cock in her. She even made a movie which she burned onto a disc and left in my luggage. I jacked off many times during those two nights away. We progressed, for want of a better word, to pretending it was another guy fucking her as she sucked my cock. We tried her sucking a dildo as I fucked her but she said the taste was not the same and it didn't really do anything for her. On another of my trips away I imagined it was another guy fucking her as I heard her cum on the other end of the phone. This just made me hornier and on the night I got home as she sucked my cock whilst sitting on the dildo I couldn't stop myself. "I wish you were fucking a real cock" I said. "I wish you were full of hard cock as you suck me." This seemed to spur her on and she slammed herself onto the dildo as she came three times in succession. I got her on all fours and fucked her hard from behind. "Imagine sucking his cock now as I fuck you. Would you like that?" "Yes, yes! I would love a hard cock in my mouth and your cock fucking my pussy." "He could fuck you after I cum, fuck your beautiful pussy until you can take no more, and fill you with his warm cum." It was too much for us both and we came within seconds of each other. As we lay in bed I wanted to talk about what we had been saying but she had drifted off to sleep. I woke during the night, my stiff cock pressed against her ass, my hands tweaking her nipples. She moved her ass against me as she slept. I had to move a bit lower in the bed and once I had found the right angle I pushed my cock into her pussy. She was wet, not fully aroused but enough to assist me entering her. As I began to slide my cock in and out of her she became more wet and moaned as I fucked her a little harder. Within a few minutes she was fully awake, meeting my thrusts. She caressed my thighs, pulling my into her, making me fuck her more. We changed position and I lay on my back, looking at my cock as she lowered herself onto it, taking it right up to the hilt. Her normally tight pussy was dilated from our session a few hours ago and I imagined it would feel like that after another guy had fucked her. These thoughts were constantly in my mind in those days and I became more aroused as I thought my dirty thoughts. "I'm going to cum in a minute Sara; you get me so hot that I can't hold back." She stopped with my cock fully inside her. "Not yet Ed, I need a little more. I need to cum." "See, if you had a second cock it wouldn't matter" I said. She moaned as she began sliding up and down my engorged pole. I held back, wanting her to have as much pleasure as possible. Her moaning grew louder, her fucking more intense. I was squeezing her breasts, kneading them. Her hands were on my chest, pushing to help her lift up as she fucked me. "I want us to do it Sara" I said, "I want you to fuck another guy. I want to fuck you, see you fucked." The sweat was running from our bodies. Sara fucked me as hard and fast as she could. I thought this was a good opportunity to push her to agree to her fucking another guy. "I want you to do it for me, for you. I want to see his cock in you, see him making you cum." "Fuck!" she cried, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming Ed." "Cum on his cock Sara, feel his cock in you. You will feel him cumming in your pussy. You will like it. Do you like his cock in you?" "Yes! Yes! I can feel it. It's making me cum, I'm going to cum." "Can you feel him Sara? He is going to cum................... NOW!" I came. She was lifting herself up so far that I almost slipped out of her and then she would plunge herself down hard almost to the point of causing me pain. "Can you feel his cock cumming?" I managed to say as I shot my load inside her. "Yes, I can feel his cock.......his cum in me.................... It's so good, so hot" she panted between each word. She was still cumming and trying to speak but I could only hear the odd word as she fucked me. Finally, she slowed. She was covered in perspiration; she looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. Her hair was dripping wet, her chest heaving. I looked at her pussy, my soft cock just about managing to stay inside. As I looked I noticed my sperm leaking from her. In that moment I imagined it was some other guys cum. It did not arouse me but it did not repulse me either. I couldn't try to figure it out. I was too tired or just worn out. It took a long time to recover and as we did we both fell into a deep sleep. I had forgotten about it when I woke up but as I showered I thought about what we had said. Sara was still sleeping and I felt my cock stiffen as I recalled the things she'd said....... 'I can feel his cock............his cum in me'. I was hard once again. There was no getting away from it; the thought of another guy fucking Sara was constantly on my mind. I quickly dried off and went downstairs, made us both a coffee. I could hear her in the shower and she joined me after a short while. She was wearing a white cotton t shirt and just a pair of panties. "Thanks for the early morning call" she said smiling. "You can wake me up anytime like that. You are so horny these days." Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. A quick look through the curtains told me that her friend Cath had decided to call at the worst time possible. Sara answered the door. Had it been a male she would have ran upstairs to put on some more clothes but she had shared an apartment with Cath before we met and they were used to seeing each other in various forms of undress. We exchanged greetings and I got my usual hug from Cath. After a little small talk I excused myself and left them to it. That evening we went for a meal with friends, then went on to a club. By midnight there were only four of us left and we soon found ourselves alone as Cath and her latest boyfriend danced. "I couldn't really do it Ed" said Sara. "Do what?" I asked her, the confusion obvious in my expression. "You know, let another guy.............." she trailed off. "You wouldn't really want that would you?" "I would actually," I replied, "I would never insist or force you but to be truthful, I would love to see that." "But why?" she said, her voice strained as she spoke and I could detect something....... disappointment? "I love you Sara. I don't want to lose anything we have and if I thought there was any danger of that I would say no. The thing is that I love giving you pleasure. I love when we make love, when we fuck. I love all the things we do. Just seeing you using the dildo is such a turn on and I know you like it too. You are so fucking sexy Sara. I even dream of it." "But I'm yours, your partner. We're married in all but name. Any other guy would go ballistic if he caught another guy fucking his wife" she said forcefully. "So would I Sara. I'm not talking about you having an affair. I would hate if you were playing around behind my back. This is different. I want you to feel another level of pleasure. It's about sex, fucking, just raw sex and I know it would give me such a thrill and I think you would like it too if you just gave it a chance." "I don't know Ed. It's just so, well so wrong or something. Next thing it will be your turn and that is something I will never put up with." "Sara, Sara," I replied, "It has nothing to do with that! I have no inclination to fuck anyone else. This is something that I find so horny. Look, how about we try something else?" "Like what?" "God, I don't know. Remember at last New Year's Eve? We went to Cath's and as the bells rang in the New Year everyone was hugging and just giving a perfunctory kiss on the lips or cheek. That big guy Dave slipped his tongue into your mouth and you pushed him away. I have been thinking about that. It was wrong of him but he was well oiled, we all were, but it was still a turn on." "I thought he was taking liberties but I do accept that he was very drunk, so what?" "Well maybe next time we are away we could go to a club and maybe you could dance with a guy, they're always hitting on you, maybe just a little snog. You know you love kissing. You don't have to do anything else and afterwards when we get home, I could fuck your brains out!" I think the last statement did it because she reached over under the table and felt my hard cock through my clothes. I tried to return the favour but she stopped me. "Let's go home" she said and we kissed passionately. "Get a room" said Cath as she approached her seat. We said our goodbyes and as we were leaving I could hear Cath making suggestive remarks, if only she knew. I fucked her hard. She had just removed a vibrator from her pussy and bucked against me as I slammed into her from behind. I had told her to imagine she was being fucked by some other guy and she was into it. "We will go away next weekend. You will let some guy pick you up, dance with him, kiss him. You will feel your pussy get wet. You will need cock." I was panting as I fucked her. "I will................." she moaned. I held back, which was no mean feat, she came twice. I pulled out, not wanting to cum just yet. I wanted to get her to such a state that she might agree to more. Turning her over, I slowly kissed down her body, taking time to suck her sensitive nipples. I could feel her arch her back, trying to get contact with her pussy and my lips. I made her wait until I finally began to gently lick her labia, leaving her clit for as long as possible. Sara moaned the whole time and when I eventually flicked my tongue across her swollen clit she gasped aloud, her hands reaching down to pull my head against her wet sex. I pulled away when I could sense her approaching another orgasm. She moaned in despair, trying to pull me back. "Say you will Sara. Say you will do it and I will lick you until you cum and then I will fuck you hard until you cum again." "I will" she said. I could barely hear her. "I can't hear you." "I will" She was louder this time. I licked her again. "I will!" she shouted, "I will, just keep licking me, fuck me you bastard." "Promise me Sara" "I promise, I swear I will. Oh God, please." She was moaning and thrashing about the bed as my tongue licked her pussy. I sucked her clit as she came. I didn't give her a chance to recover and mounted her, pushing my cock fully inside her. She was soaking wet. I fucked her as hard as I could and as I felt myself getting closer I withdrew, brought her off again with my mouth then fucked her again. Three times I did this. She was almost convulsing. "You promised" I barely managed to say. "Fuck me like this and I will do anything for you" the words came out in stutters. "I will." When I finally unloaded inside her she had a massive climax. I had never seen anything like it. Her head rolled from side to side and she was moaning, crying. There were tears streaming from her eyes. Her pussy was oozing juice, a large wet patch forming under her ass. It seemed to take forever for her to come down from her intense orgasms. Her chest was heaving; she was in a state of complete disarray. Cum was leaking from her pussy and I found myself drawn to her wet hole. I moved down between her legs and gently lapped at her hole. She sighed as I licked her, tasting my own cum mixed with hers. I was not trying to arouse her, just wanted to lick her as she recovered. She moaned a little but her moans were not those of a sexual nature, more like contentment. "You really had me going there" she said, "I never came like that before, it was wonderful, very sexy." Sara and Ed "We will try and make it even better next weekend" I said. I didn't want her to back out. "I won't let him, whoever he may be, have sex with me. Kissing is all I agreed to but no fucking Ed. I just don't think I could do anything more than kiss." "Kissing is fine but not just a peck on the cheek, a proper kiss." "How will we do it? I mean, I can't just ask some guy to kiss me can I?" I had been thinking about this and explained my ideas. We would book a hotel in central London and go to a club. Once inside we would split up and she would soon have guys queuing up to ask her to dance. Her story would be that she is with some colleagues and they are scattered throughout the club. I would keep an eye on her from a discreet distance. If she needed to talk to me she could excuse herself and text me from the ladies. If the guy was being an ass I would step in and act like I was one of her colleagues looking for her as we were intending to leave. "But how will you see the kiss? The clubs are always so busy; the dance floor could be jammed with people." She had a valid point and I had no answer. Sara herself came up with a solution. "I will set the pace and keep to the edge of the pack." "Sara, I meant what I said. We only do this if we both agree. You know how I feel, I'm all for it but if it repulses you then we just forget it." I said, and I meant it. "After the pleasure you gave me tonight I think you deserve a little payback," she said with a giggle, "and besides, I do like kissing. I have only kissed one guy in over seven years; Dave doesn't count because he kissed me." "I love you" I said, delighted that she was willing to go through with it. The following Friday we entered a pretty upmarket club. We both dressed in our best attire. Sara looked beautiful in her figure-hugging red dress which showed her curves and looked liked it had been sprayed on. Her make-up was just right (as always) and her bare tanned legs were lengthened by the high heels. The dress was about 5 inches above the knee. She looked stunning. I didn't know at the time what bra she was wearing but her breasts stood out proudly. Her underwear was a mystery to me also. She wouldn't let me see her getting dressed and wouldn't let me touch her either. We'd had two drinks in the hotel bar before we took a cab to the club. She was nervous, hell, we were both shaking. I was shaking with anticipation, her with fear. We had one more drink in a bar up the road from the club. Once inside, she made her way to the toilets and I went to the bar, got a beer. I sent her a text telling her where I was. In the meantime she had gotten into a conversation with a girl and told her she was meeting work colleagues but they hadn't arrived yet. The girl, Karen, asked her to join her and her friends until Sara's friends turned up so as she would not be on her own. Karen was with a group of girls who were on a hen night and Sara was very happy to join them. She sent me a brief text saying that these girls were out for a good time and she would try and stay with them for as long as possible. From where I was I could see them standing around a high table. They were all having fun so I relaxed. They all went to the dance floor and as they danced I saw a number of guys join them. It was all good fun and they danced for a few numbers until they went to get more drink. When they returned to the dance floor, they were once again joined by a number of guys. One guy in particular danced with Sara. I watched closely as he would lean to say something to her and felt quite jealous when she threw her head back as she laughed at whatever it was he'd said. We had been there about two hours when a slow number was played. Sara stayed with the guy and he held her close as they swayed to the music. Sara is a wonderful dancer. I always love watching her dance whether she is at home or when we are out with friends and the girls dance and leave all us 'boring' guys to talk shit. Sara was keeping a little distance between them as they danced. He had both hands on her waist while she had one hand on his arm and the other on his waist. He was well built, fit looking too. When the song ended she said something to him and went towards the ladies room. I sent her a quick text 'everything ok?' Her reply came back almost immediately. "I think he may be the 1 -- u sure about this?" "YES! Go for it!" "K" I had been chatted up myself by three girls, at different times I hasten to add. I gave them the same spiel, 'waiting on friends', lame but all I could think of. As she came back into the bar area, Bren, for that was his name, intercepted her and guided her to the dance floor again. A rock number was just finishing and then the DJ played an old 10cc number -- 'I'm not in love'. This time they were much closer and I could see his hands just above her ass as they danced. About midway through the song I looked open-mouthed as she turned her head up towards him. It was like slow motion as their lips got closer and closer until they met. My heart almost stopped. The kiss was disappointing to say the least. They parted after only a second. 'She has changed her mind' I thought. I began to make my way towards her. I would put my plan into action, pretend to be one of her colleagues and say we were about to leave. I began to realise that she could never do this and as I was just about 4 feet away their lips met again. This time it was it was for real. Her eyes were closed and I clearly saw their tongues circle each others. It was such an incredible sight to see my love sharing such an intimate kiss with a stranger. His hands strayed down until he was touching her ass. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull away but he just pulled her closer. As I backed away, no doubt looking like a fool amongst all these couples, I could see her breasts crushed against his body. She didn't see me. Back at the bar I continued to watch them. They never stopped kissing until the song ended when she excused herself and rejoined her new found friends, or what was left of them. Some of them were still dancing with guys they had met. She caught my eye and stood up. As she made her way to the restroom she waved her phone discreetly towards me. I quickly sent her a one word text -- 'WOW'. "Wow indeed" she replied. "I feel so naughty. U ok?" "Better than ok" I responded, "More, More." "He's really into me. I don't want to lead him on." I texted her that everyone was in the same boat and that most of her 'friends' were married and this was just a night out and that she should enjoy herself. She replied saying ok but he was getting turned on. "How do you know?" I asked. "I can feel his hard cock 'boring' into me," came her reply. My cock was as hard as I can ever remember. My mind was in turmoil. "Go for it Sara." She returned to the bar and Bren quickly sidled up beside her. He Edged his way through the crowd and ended up right next to me. Sara stole a nervous glance towards me and I smiled and nodded as Bren was leaning over the bar ordering a drink for them both. He excused himself as he turned to get past me and I watched them make their way to a space at a high table. They chatted for a while and I watched as Sara gulped back a glass of wine before they headed back to the dance floor. The moment they hit the dance floor she moved in close to him. There was a rather fast number playing but they were oblivious to it. They ate each other. He was openly cupping her ass, caressing her. I saw him move his hand between them and caress her breast as they kissed. She did nothing to deter him, in fact she pulled away slightly in order to facilitate him. They were getting more and more passionate. She couldn't seem to get enough of his kisses. She would stop momentarily looking up at him with her beautiful eyes then she would pull him to her again. I thought this was as far as it would go until another slow set came on and I saw him reach between their bodies. His hand was moving south. She pushed her ass out a little and although I could not see, I knew he was feeling her pussy through her dress. As they turned I was shocked to see her hand move towards his crotch, feeling for his cock. The music stopped for a moment as an announcement was made. One of Sara's new friends spoke to her and after a chat left them alone. Sara and Bren left the floor and went back to the table they had been at previously. I saw Sara using her phone then she said something to Bren and they kissed for ages. I didn't have a clear view but felt my phone vibrate. Her text simply said, "I'm leaving now, meet me outside." I left the club immediately and just as I got outside a cab was dropping people off so I jumped in and asked the driver to wait for a moment. Sara walked unsteadily from the club and I hopped out to help her in. After I gave the driver our destination Sara pulled me to her and we kissed deeply. It was strange kissing her after she had been Kissing Bren. I could taste the alcohol but it still felt different somehow. As we kissed I wondered how different her pussy would feel if Bren had fucked her. With my cock fully erect I guided her hand to it. She squeezed it for just a few moments before we broke the kiss. I wanted to talk to her, ask her how it felt with Bren but she shook her head indicating that she did not want to have this conversation in a taxi. In the lift she was all over me. As we kissed she undid my flies and had my cock out, stroking it. She dropped to her knees and sucked me. I almost came, but the bell rang signalling we had arrived at our floor and thankfully there was no one waiting to get in. We almost ran to our room and once inside she peeled off her dress, bra and panties before tearing off my shirt. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and we got onto the bed. She lay down, legs apart, her pussy was soaking. "Fuck me, just stick your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard." I was in her in a flash and didn't bother with any preliminaries. I fucked her as hard as I could. To my surprise she was cumming in seconds. Her body was twisting and turning as she came with a shout. I wanted to hold back but it was impossible and I erupted inside her. I came so much that night. In my mind I could still see her kissing Bren. I was imagining I was fucking her after she had fucked him. I kissed her hard, squeezing her breasts, pushing my cock as far in as I could. I was spent for now but Sara reached into the locker and took out the dildo. She shoved it into her pussy and began fucking herself. She was clearly highly aroused. "Who are you thinking about Sara?" I asked, "Be truthful." "Him" came her almost inaudible reply. "Tell me about it Sara; tell me what you are thinking." "I'm thinking of his cock........inside me......Ooooh.......I'm so horny." She was really going for it and I could not get her to elaborate. She was cumming, moaning continually. "Fuck me." I took her hand from the toy and began working it in and out of her pussy. I positioned myself so that I could lick her clit as I fucked her. She loved the dual sensation and used her hands to pull my mouth against her clit. I was eager to please her and marvelled at the amount of liquid spilling from her. "Would you like his cock in you now? I would have loved to see him fucking you. His cock pleasuring you as you sucked mine, change position and watch you sucking him as I fuck you hard. Would that be good?" "Mmmm, lovely," she said, "he has a big cock. I felt it against me, so hard." "Would you have let him fuck you?" "Oh Go..........no." I was pushing the dildo harder into her, licking her pussy as I did. "Would you have liked him to fuck you Sara?" She was almost there again. "Yyyy yes, oh my God, I'm cumming." She had cum again and I had lost count of the number of times she'd cum. She crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly as her climax subsided. I needed to use the bathroom and when I came back I picked her little black panties off the floor. As I suspected, they were very wet, the sweet musky smell of her pussy unmistakable. I asked her to tell me how she had felt in the club. "I was very nervous at first. Meeting Karen was the best thing that could have happened. It meant I didn't look like some tart or something. Bren was so nice when he came over and introduced himself. He asked me if I was with anyone, meaning a boyfriend. I told him I was with the hen party and he asked me to dance. He was such a good kisser." "Did it make you horny?" I asked. "Not at first but after I had some more drink it did. I was pretty drunk in there. Seeing you at the bar brought me to my senses until I had a glass of wine and then we went back to the floor. He touched my breasts and I felt my panties get very wet." "I saw him, and then he went for your pussy." "You saw that?" "Yes and I saw how you moved your ass to help him and I saw you reaching for his cock." "I didn't! I was pulling his hand away. He was trying to get under my dress and if he had the dress would have ended up above my waist because it clings to me. I couldn't let him expose me like that. When you went outside for the cab we were kissing just behind the doors and I felt his cock. I just wanted to feel it with my hand." "You took his cock out?" I asked incredulously. "NO! I felt him through his jeans. I was just curious." Then she told me something which sent my mind into overdrive...... "I told him I had to go, catch up with the others. Just before I left he was looking around where we were standing, moving chairs and asking people if they had found a phone or if it was on the floor. He asked to borrow my phone so he could call his own number in the hope of hearing it ring. It rang alright, it was in his pocket. Then he told me that he had my number and I now had his and that he'd love to see me again. He really fooled me." "Will you?" I asked, forever the optimist. "No way! We agreed, just kissing and I think you have to agree that I went further than I had intended." "But you did like it Sara. We both know that." At that very moment her mobile sounded a text coming in. We both looked at each other and then at the phone. Not waiting for her to make a move, I took the phone from her purse and handed it to her. She actually went bright red as she read the text. "It's from him isn't it?" I said, barely able to contain my delight, "what does it say?" She pushed the phone to me, 'I would really love to see you again Sara' she was watching me to see my reaction. "You can if you want" I said. "No Ed, we agreed and I don't want it to go further. He's a lovely guy but I can't." She sent off a reply -- sorry Bren but I can't. I'm in a relationship. I was gutted. I so wanted her to go much further. I was hard and as we lay there. I suggested we have a drink from the mini bar. I fetched two small bottles of wine and we chatted as we sipped them. I told her what a turn on it had been for me and that I had been so hard it was uncomfortable. "Why was it such a turn on?" she asked, her speech slightly slurred. "Seeing you in his arms, the way you were kissing each other. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before." I continued along these lines telling her how sexy she looked. I said she looked incredible kissing him as he caressed her ass, her breasts. By now it was 3am and she was onto her third drink while I still nursed my wine. I am a devious bastard but I was so horny and I wanted more from her. I was sliding my finger along her pussy as I spoke and she was so wet and getting hornier by the minute. She soon had her fingers in her pussy as I changed to caressing her tits, her hard nipples pert and very sensitive to my touch. "Tell me more" she said. I told her that I could imagine them going to a hotel. He would kiss her as he touched her. Then he would remove her dress as she undid his jeans. She was working herself up as I spoke. "You like this so far?" I asked. "Mmm yes, I like it" She was very drunk. She rarely drank so much but the odd time she did she would get very horny and would have difficulty remembering it the day after. "I think you should text Bren, tell him you fancy him. Tell him your boyfriend is a pervert and would love to share you with him for a night." "Oh I couldn't do that" she was giggling. "Yes you could" I said as I sucked her nipple, "Just for fun, text him." "I can't. Will I? Do you think he would answer?" "Touch my cock, imagine it is Bren's. Imagine him kissing you like he did, his fingers touching your pussy." I passed her the phone, slid my finger along her pussy as she groaned. I was careful not to excite her too much, didn't want her to make a mess of the text. She asked me to tell her what to write so I repeated what I had said. It took her ages and when she finished she handed me the phone. "I can't see it properly, see if it's ok" The message was all over the place with lots of spelling mistakes but the gist of it was there. I corrected it and the text was as follows 'Hi Bren, loved spending time with you. Truth is my boyfriend is a pervert and when I told him that I had met a guy and we shared a lot of kisses he said he would love to share me with you. You think I'm nuts? Don't worry either way. Sara xxxx'. Ok, so I did some editing as well but hey, I was horny. Sara was fingering herself and I decided it would be best to keep her on the boil so I went down on her, licking her from her ass to her clit. It drove her wild. As she humped against my face she asked me if I had sent the message. When I told her I had she seemed to freeze but she was soon responding to my touch once I introduced a finger into her pussy. "You want it, I know you want us to touch you all over, kiss you. You will have two cocks to fuck, two guys to kiss. We could fuck you for hours Sara. You would get to feel a different cock in you. It would be so sexy, seeing you getting fucked. See his cock in your mouth, his tongue licking your pussy. You know you want it. Do you want it?" "Yes Ed, I want it." "What exactly do you want?" "I want to be fucked." "By me?" "Yes, you and Bren. I want to be fucked, fuck me." "Tell me what you want us to do to you." "I want you to lick my pussy. I want to kiss you both. I want him to fuck my pussy. I want to suck his cock. I want you both to fuck me together." She was just about to cum and the effects of the alcohol had obviously lowered her inhibitions. "Oh fuck, I want him to cum. I want to feel him cum in my pussy. I want you to fuck my mouth, want to taste his cum, suck his hard cock. I want you to fuck me all night. I need you to fuck me now, right now!" "I will fuck you this minute if you let Bren fuck you." "Oh yes, I will let him fuck me alright. I need to be fucked so bad. He can fuck me right now." I fucked her, held back for ages. I made her cum and cum again until finally I ejaculated inside her. I withdrew from her and brought my cock to her mouth. She eagerly sucked and licked my cock, cleaning the sperm and swallowing what was left, not something she did that often. We were both tired out, sleep came quickly. When I woke up it was to the noise of the phone. Reception was calling to remind us that checking out time was noon. Looking at my watch I could see that it was 12.45pm. Sara stirred as I apologised to the receptionist who was at pains to say that it was not the time so much as that she was worried we had to catch a train or plane. She said to take our time as they were not full. "Have we time for a shower?" Sara asked. "If we have one together," I replied. "How do you feel this morning?" She looked ok, not too hung over. "I feel like we fucked for hours. Are you pissed with me?" Sara and Ed "Not at all," I said, "Last night was brilliant. I loved it, made me so horny. Then when we came back here...... There's nothing to be sorry about Sara, it was fantastic and thank you for indulging me." "I remember coming back to the hotel but not a lot after that." "So you don't remember the text?" I could see that it was coming back to her now, her brow was furrowed, eyes closed. "Oh God, I didn't text him did I?" she groaned. I passed her the phone. She checked her outgoing messages first, her face contorting. I could see she was now checking incoming messages. She groaned again as she passed the phone to me. There were two messages. The first read 'Wow, this is weird! Never did anything like that before. Never would have thought you were a swinger. It's taken me a while to answer but I would love to meet up with you guys. Do you mean now?! Loved being with you, you are very sexy XXXX'. "What's a swinger?" asked Sara. She knew roughly but I confirmed her suspicions. "I'm not a swinger!" she was very indignant, "I have never even dreamt of such a thing." I read the next message which had been sent that morning, 'since you haven't responded I presume you don't want to go through with it, pity... if you change your mind let me know ..... B x'. "Well, that's a right mess you've gotten us into." I smiled at her and she sheepishly smiled back. "What will we do?" she asked. I said to her that she should have a shower, clear her head. Once I heard the shower running I called down to reception and took the room for another night. I didn't think anything would come of it but I sort of went for the insurance policy -- just in case. As she towelled herself I couldn't help but become aroused, she saw my hardening cock and shook her head. "No you don't, you and that cock of yours have gotten us into enough trouble." I held my hands up in surrender, "Ok, ok, but I do think you should at least text him. We are staying tonight as well, I didn't fancy travelling home now and thought we might do some shopping while we're here. I thought I would treat you to some new clothes." I was playing to her better nature, she is a very kind person, would never knowingly hurt anyone. I would take her shopping from time to time, loved treating her. It was not as if she didn't have enough clothes -- what woman does? I took a long leisurely shower, shaved and felt great as I came into the bedroom. Sara was already dressed in tight jeans and a loose white top. She was ready to go and eagerly agreed that a light breakfast in the hotel was in order. Over breakfast she told me she had sent a text to Bren. I was surprised but my delight was obvious. "What did you say?" I asked, my hopes rising by the second. "Not so fast buster," she said, "don't get any ideas." She passed me the phone..... 'Hi Bren, I'm so sorry. I was so drunk last night. When I got back to the hotel I had a lot more to drink and I didn't really know what I was doing. My boyfriend is to blame. Please don't think bad of me and I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed the time we spent together, Sara x' He sent a message back saying that he understood but would love to meet her even if only for a coffee. He went on to say that if she/we changed her/our minds to get in touch. I was disappointed to say the least but didn't show it and after breakfast we went shopping. We had a good day out, spent a fortune and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of London. Sara wanted to go out that night so we left the hotel about 7pm and had a light snack in a little cafe. We found a wonderful little pub with live music and stayed there drinking. Sara pulled me to her and kissed me very passionately and out of the blue. "What's that for?" I asked. "That's for being you and for being so good to me and I'm horny." She squeezed my cock. This was not like her at all; she was normally more reserved, especially in a public place. "How horny?" "Very horny and very drunk." She was looking into my eyes and I could see the lust in her, hear it in her voice. "So do you want to go back to the hotel and fuck?" I asked. She kissed me again. "Can we play?" she said seductively. "Sure, what had you in mind?" She was swaying slightly. I didn't think we'd had that much to drink but the way she was behaving told me she was well on. I told her to think about it while I got another drink. When I sat next to her again she brought her mouth close to my ear "We could play with my toys, you can blindfold me and I will have to guess which one you are fucking me with. I want you to lick my pussy while you use them on me. Do you think you can cum more than once? I would love my pussy filled with cum, then my mouth." You can see where this was going. She wanted to pretend she had two cocks to play with. She was hornier than I could remember, wanting to kiss me while her hand was stroking between my legs. My hard cock needed release. "Sounds good, I could kiss you; kiss your neck while you kiss Bren." I deliberately introduced his name to see how she would react as I continued, "he would be kissing you now, his tongue in your mouth as he caressed your breast. I would suck your nipples, slide my hand to your pussy, and touch your clit." "Oh yeah, feel your lips on my tits, his lips on mine." She was worked up by now and I didn't want to leave the bar just yet but I knew I had to stop her going too far. I told her we could only talk, no touching, no more kissing. We still had a full drink ahead of us and it was still only 21.45. I wanted to have her so sexed up that she would, maybe, do anything. I asked her to tell me what she was thinking. "I'm thinking of you both touching me, two pair of hands on my body. You are both taking turns to kiss me, lick my pussy. I want your cock in me Ed. I want you to fuck me, but at the same time I don't want this to end. I love his tongue licking my pussy, love him sucking my clit." "Would you really want that?" I asked her, "Would you want to suck his cock while I lick you?" "Mmm yeah, I would love all the attention. Love to feel your hard cocks, love you to take turns fucking me......all night." "Can you imagine that Sara? Can you really imagine us fucking you? I would love to see his cock in your pussy. Love to see his cock in your mouth while I fuck your tight pussy." "You change over, his cock in my mouth, you fucking me. You could fuck me as long and hard as you want. I'm so fucking wet and horny, I want it in me. I want to be fucked so much. You don't know how much I want cock." "Send him a text, tell him where we are and ask him if he can join us." I was quite adamant and she knew I was serious. "I can't!" "Yes you can." I said, "If you don't, I will." My head was full of the thoughts of her fucking this guy, letting us fuck her senseless, doing all the things we had been saying. To my surprise, she handed me her phone. I could feel the sexual tension between us. I knew I was the one pushing her but I didn't care, my brain was being controlled by my cock. I tried to be clear-headed as I typed the text, 'Hi Bren, we would love you to join us tonight just for a drink, if possible. I know its short notice and if you are busy its ok, Sara xx' I had included our hotel and room number. I passed Sara the phone and watched as she made some changes. "Can I see?" I asked her. She gave me the phone. Her text was completely different, 'Hi Bren, we are in the King's Head in Duke Street. If you would like to join us (if you are nearby) then please do but I have to be honest and tell you that it's just for a drink, Sara x' Once again, my hopes were dashed. I really thought that she was so hammered she would go through with it, obviously not. It was odd that she was well able to text with no spelling errors. Her phone beeped almost immediately. She read the message and showed me the text from Bren which just said, '5 min', my throat was dry. I was so excited and couldn't believe what was happening. Sara was not looking too positive. She was actually shaking, time to stir it up I thought. "Think of that first kiss, his first touch might be even more enjoyable. Just relax." "This is so wicked. I don't think I can do this, let's go back to the hotel." "No, that would be a terrible thing to do. Bren is on the way here and to just bugger off would be so wrong my love. We don't have to do anything; you told him we were just meeting for a drink so just go with the flow." Ok, not what I wanted but I figured we could play it by ear, wing it. She was still turned on. She had tried to grope me and I'd pushed her hand away. She'd given me a long lingering kiss and her breathing was fast. Her speech was a little slurred but yet I felt fine. Usually we were in tandem with each other. I was about to whisper some more erotic ideas when I spotted Bren coming through the door. At that point it dawned on me that he would recognise me from the night club and it was now too late to do anything about it. He spotted Sara and came straight to our table. The only available seat was a stool in front of us. I was about to offer to get a drink but he beat me to it. "What are you having? White wine and?" He was obviously as nervous as we were. His speech was rapid and his voice was almost high pitched. I said I'd have a pint of Heineken; Sara opted for a glass of white. He went up to the bar and as he waited to be served Sara snuggled in close to me. I knew she was getting more and more wound up and I hugged her. "Relax Sara; we can leave anytime we like, even go home. We don't know him really and this city is inhabited by 9 million (I think) people, we will never see him again." She wasn't convinced but when Bren came back and sat opposite us he put us all at ease with his comment 'well, here we are'. He didn't recognise me. We made some small talk and I could see that Sara was more relaxed now. She was leaning over the table to listen to him and talk; it was only was because it was quite noisy, but that helped. I went to use the bathroom and took my time in order to give them some time alone together. When I returned they were laughing and smiling. I stood off to one side half concealed by a wooden partition. My cock was rock hard -- a diamond cutter. The pub was full and noisy. The band was actually very good. I love blues and the singer was giving it socks on the blues harp. After a few moments I remembered where I was and looked towards Sara. In the back of my filthy mind I was hoping to see them in a passionate snog, touching each other. They were still chatting and Sara was looking very much at ease. I saw Bren touch her arm as he spoke. As I approached she moved across which left me facing Bren. I knew right then that this was a non runner. Although she was being very pleasant, there had been a change since I went to the toilets. She gulped down the remainder of her drink and suggested that we should leave because we had to be up early. Bren seemed ok with this and she allowed him a kiss on the cheek as we said our goodbyes. As we strolled back to our hotel I asked her what had happened. She told me that as soon as I went to use the bathroom he told her how sexy she looked and then he fucked it up by telling her how he would love to fuck her pussy, her ass, lick her cunt and lots more. If he wanted to turn her off he had succeeded in just a few seconds. "I thought he was ok up until that. It was so crude and he gave me the creeps. I had said we were just out for a drink and new to this but he thought he was in from the word go." "Are you upset?" I asked. "I'm disappointed more than anything. I was kind of hoping he was the one. In the club he seemed so nice but then again I was rather drunk." I told her that I had hoped he was the one also but agreed that he was over the top. We got to the hotel just before 11pm and went to the bar for a nightcap. Sara went for a large vodka and tonic. We were both tired and maybe a little down and went to bed. The journey home was uneventful and life returned to normal. It was around a week or so later that I discovered a website dedicated to wife sharing. I spent hours reading stories, looking at clips and pictures. Some of the clips looked real but the majority were professional. I would go to bed and fuck Sara for ages. She was more than willing to participate and of course her dildos and vibrators were put to good use. When she asked what had gotten into me I simply showed her the site and we both read and looked at videos and stories. I fucked her in front of the pc as she read. She was so wet and became vocal as I plunged my cock into her. "We need to try this Sara" I said one evening as she bucked against my cock. "Would it be good to feel another cock in you, a different cock......" "Mmmm" was the only response she could manage. I began to fuck her with long slow and deep strokes knowing this turns her on until she usually asks me to fuck her harder. She was moaning, a low guttural moan as my cock slipped in and out of her. I looked at my cock as it slid in and out. I was covered in her pussy juice. There were blobs of her juice which looked like sperm. I thought of how it would be fucking her with another man's cum inside her. It almost sent me over the edge and it took all my concentration to stop myself from cumming. I took my cock from her and slid the head up and down her slit until I felt I could re-enter her without cumming. "Fuck me Ed, fuck me" She was pleading, I knew I could push her a bit more. "Say you will fuck another guy Sara, say you will and I will fuck you as hard as I can." "Fuck me pleeese Ed, fuck me. I need your cock fucking me." "Tell me you will do it Sara." It was difficult; I wanted to unload in her so much. I wanted her commitment, her promise, something I could hold her to. "Imagine a big cock in your mouth as I fuck you. Imagine knowing that when I cum in your pussy he will fuck you, fill you up more. Imagine us taking turns fucking you. Close your eyes and imagine how it will feel, your wet cunt full of cock." She was as wet as I had ever seen her. I could hear the noise of her pussy squelching as I fucked her tight hole. "You dirty fucker, you are making me so fucking horny. Fuck my pussy!" I continued to slowly slide in and out of her. The more she tried to force me to speed up the more I slowed down. "Please Ed, you are torturing me." I fucked her hard for all of 3 seconds then resumed my go-slow. "Tell me what I want to hear Sara. Imagine the sensation of feeling a new cock in you, fucking you. You want it, don't you?" "Yes" she barely said it. "Yes what?" I asked. "I want it" "Will you do it?" "Yes, now fuck me" "Tell me what you will do." "I will fuck another guy. Now fuck me Ed." I began to speed up; she was approaching the point of no return. "You promise?" As she came she shouted "YES". She came so much, her pussy muscles gripped my cock and I was barely able to stop myself cumming. I wanted to fuck her more, give her a taste of what it could be like. I slowed down, letting her catch her breath. Slipping my cock from her pussy I sat on the office chair. She knew what I wanted and she sat on my cock facing the screen. I nibbled her neck, ears, caressed her tits. "You promised" I said. "I know", she sounded a bit annoyed but my cock in her was keeping her aroused and she was beginning to gyrate , moving her ass so sexily. "How are we going to do it this time Batman?" she asked sarcastically. I simply used the mouse and brought up the ads. There were thousands of couples and single men and women also. I refined the search and sought straight guys between 25 and 55 within a 100 mile radius and with photos. I was surprised at how few were left. There were 35 in all. By now Sara had stopped moving and my cock had softened. We eliminated 13 because Sara 'didn't like the look of them'. Out of the other 22 we eliminated a further 14 because their profiles were crap or they seemed too experienced for us. We were looking for a guy as new to this as us. After reading the others and looking at their pics we ditched another 3. Sara once again invoked her veto. We sent of a short note to each of the other five telling them that we were new to this and wanted someone who was not a time waster, honest, clean and willing to meet with me first before meeting both of us. We asked them to include a recent photo, nude or semi naked with or without sunglasses. We promised to return ours if we were going to meet. Sara studied the five profiles and a couple of them had included photos of their cocks. Two were well above average. I sent off the messages and felt my cock stiffen as I saw the look on Sara's face as she studied the large cock on the profile she was reading. "Imagine that in you" I said as she began moving her pussy. "That big cock buried deep inside you." She groaned as she lifted herself up and down on my cock. The she was cumming. It was a first for her to cum so quickly. She got off and turned to face me, sliding the whole way down my cock. As we kissed she fucked me, her nails digging into my back. Then we heard the 'ding' of an incoming email. We instinctively knew it was a response to our note. She was off and turned around in a moment. Then she opened the message. I noticed immediately that there were attachments. If I had been in control I would have opened those first but Sara being a woman was more interested in the written word. Hi guys, I'm Steven. Like you I am new to this, you are the first to respond to me and I have the ad up for over 3 months! I am 50 and lost my wife some 3 years ago. I have had a few dates but don't feel ready for a relationship hence my ad. I was looking for no strings fun with a single female but your response intrigued me. I have only ever been with one woman -- well you asked for honesty! To be truthful I don't know what it is you are looking for. If it's bisexual them I'm out. If it is a case of watching me have intercourse with your wife then I am willing to try, never thought about it and wonder if I would be able to 'perform'. I have 3 kids, two girls 12 & 14 and my little boy who is only 7. I don't think they are ready for me to have a relationship either. I have attached a couple of photos, not nude because I am too scared to! My swimwear will have to do. I have blacked out my Blue eyes as I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew I was doing this. Hope to hear from you, if not, good luck, Steven. He had enclosed his mobile number and the city he lived in which was only 30 minutes from us. His two photos were taken in front of a mirror. He was fit, broad shouldered and about 6 foot tall. You could see the outline of his cock in his black speedos. It wasn't erect so it was hard to determine the size of it. We decided to give him a miss. We both agreed that he seemed a little 'needy'. We had only finished reading it when two more came in. They were brief, to the point. Would love to meet up and discuss then hopefully meet both of you and see how it goes. Almost identical but we felt they deserved a bit more attention. One guy, Ray, had included 5 photos. He warned us that the last two were x rated. Each picture had him wearing less clothing. He did not blur or cover his handsome face. He was 25, 5'8" and slim. His black hair was in a crew cut. The first two photos showed him with just a pair of jeans on. The third was him nude but from behind. He was laughing as if the photo was taken by surprise. The 2nd last one was of his hard cock in his hand. I was so long; his hand barely covered half of it. The last photo was similar except cum had run down the shaft and had covered his hand in thick sperm. I felt Sara squirm, her pussy still wet.