8 comments/ 96520 views/ 29 favorites Lodger Gets His Way By: Quietoldie My husband Andrew has encouraged me to read some of the Literotica stories following on from the big change in our marriage and it has helped me to come to terms with the changes and cope with the guilt, excitement, fear and joy I have been feeling recently. I am now 40 years old and work in an insurance call centre. My job is not about cold calling customers as that would be something I would be useless at. I am basically fairly shy and retiring so I answer the calls wanting quotations and cope with that side of the job quite well. I married Andrew when I was 22 and had only one or two boyfriends before him. We met at our local church and I got on well with Andrew from the start as we had a lot in common. He is rather shy himself and a bit of an obsessive type. We both read a lot and spend a lot of time in our large garden, growing vegetables and flowers. Andrew has a fascination with tomatoes and roses so I leave them to him, I must say he does well with both. We had so many tomatoes this year we ended up filling a lot of jam jars with chutney. It all started when Andrew's friend Ray came to stay with us. He'd not seen Ray for a few years but he rang up out of the blue saying he had landed a job in our town and was planning to move here. He needed help choosing a suitable property in the right area. Andrew knew what it was like as we had to move 100 miles away from our home town 15 years ago because of Andrew's job and could have done with a bit of local knowledge at that time. Straight away Andrew suggested he stay at ours until he got settled, (I knew Ray from the past as a good laugh so I nodded happily when Andrew had asked me if I thought it was okay). Ray and Andrew were good friends at school although they are not all that alike. Ray is more the loud, outspoken, gregarious type. His dad was a coal miner working down the pit and Ray is proud of his working class roots. When he arrived he told us he had split up from his second wife Megan but shrugged it off with a grin saying that there were plenty more fish in the sea. As he said this I felt him eyeing me up in a rather over familiar way which, for the first time made me feel a little uneasy. My mind flashed back 25 years to when I'd let Ray kiss me on our way home from the church youth club. He'd had another steady girlfriend at the time so I'd made it clear that he would have to stop seeing her if he wanted dates with me. Ray had laughed telling me I was old fashioned. This was a few years before I began seeing Andrew. I blushed at the thought and at Ray's appraising stare hoping that Andrew had not noticed. My sex life with Andrew had been very exciting at first. We had a baby daughter within a year of our marriage. Amy is now away at university. We have no other children and we both miss her a lot. Until recently the frequency of our lovemaking had tailed off. I was to blame for this state of affairs as I didn't find it as satisfying as before. Where I found it easy to become aroused and wet when we were first married I was not always able to get into the right mood. It seems that after several refusals Andrew had become discouraged and he rarely asked any more. He has always been the one to initiate sex and I was too shy to approach him on those occasions when I felt horny. We never talked about sex and both of us had got into a rut where it was easier to masturbate in privacy for relief than get naked together to relieve each other. Admittedly it is by no means the best recipe for marital bliss but it would not surprise me to find many other couples who have got into that kind of bind. Things were about to change. Ray found the house he wanted but the sale on his previous property fell through so the owners put it back on the market and sold it to someone else. Ray did not cause too much disruption as he travelled back up north after work on Fridays, going straight to work from his house up there on Monday morning, so that we only saw him on four nights per week. Ray said he would find a rented flat in view of the delay over him getting a house but I argued with Andrew that we should let him stay on and Andrew was happy to agree. At that stage I had not properly realised that I was becoming attracted to Ray. Thinking back it was probably there in the back of my mind but I was pretending to myself that the feelings didn't exist. Ray was always complimentary about my culinary skills and insisted on taking us out for dinner most weeks at his expense to express his gratitude for putting him up. It was nice to dress up in my better outfits on a weeknight. Unlike Andrew, Ray would usually make a positive comment about my dress. It came naturally to him to say the right thing. He was good company especially when he had been drinking and Andrew, not being much of a drinker was happy to drive. I would usually have two or three ciders on these occasions and feel quite squiffy by the end of the evening. We have a full length mirror in our bathroom and one evening as we were all getting ready to go out I was on my way down the hall when I caught a quick glimpse of Ray in the mirror as he stepped out of the shower. I turned away in embarrassment but not before I had seen his lean, muscular frame, nicely tanned apart from around his penis and balls which were surrounded by a mass of blond hair. I felt myself blushing crimson, coupled with intense sexual desire. It woke me up to the feelings that I had been in denial about for some weeks. There was no way that I would allow myself to act on these feelings but knew deep down that I would have to masturbate fairly soon thinking about him to give myself some relief. I've no idea whether Ray knew he'd flashed his cock at me or just had an instinct about how I felt about him but he was quite flirtatious during the meal at the restaurant that evening and insisted I had an extra glass of cider. Alcohol gets me horny but I fought with my sexual desires doing everything in my power that night to avoid playing along with Ray's flirty behaviour and I think he got the message. In bed that night I turned to Andrew and held him close hoping that he would get the message. He pulled off my nightie and climbed on top of me. We had the best fuck we had had for ages. So I didn't have to masturbate that night after all. It wasn't by any means the first time I had shagged Andrew whilst pretending he was someone else but I felt a strong sense of shame on this occasion. At least I was being faithful in my own way. Ray refused to be put off by my lack of a response to his flirty behaviour. I wondered if somehow he was able to read my mind. I couldn't get this thought out of my head although deep down I knew it couldn't be true. But what if I was giving off signals without my own knowledge; I knew that professional card players prided themselves on seeing beyond the poker face of other players and spotting when they had picked up a good hand. Maybe Ray was "reading" me in that way. In front of Andrew his behaviour went no further than light teasing which Andrew found quite funny and didn't see anything wrong with. If Andrew was out of earshot he was different, piling on the compliments, suggesting I go for a walk or have a coffee with him without Andrew being there. He told me he had developed feelings for me and he couldn't understand why I put up with an old stick-in-the-mud like Andrew. I don't deny that I enjoyed the attention but made it clear to him that I had a strong moral code and was not the type to break my marriage vows. I said I loved Andrew and could not possibly do what he asked. I told him to look elsewhere for a relationship. He said he would try when I threatened that I would have to speak to Andrew about his attempts to "court" me. He calmed down for a short time but gradually he began again with the compliments behind Andrew's back. Sex with Andrew had increased in frequency since the "night of bliss" described earlier. But living in close proximity to Ray was having quite an effect on my libido so I was having to resort to frequent masturbation as well. I bought a vibrator, hiding it under a loose floorboard under the stairs, too embarrassed to let Andrew know about it. It was something I had not used since before I was married. I tried to examine my feelings. I decided I was not in love with Ray but most definitely "in lust". I was certainly ashamed of myself and was strongly opposed to any interaction with Ray that might conflict with my notions of staying faithful to Andrew. I rationalised that thinking about Ray was within the bounds of acceptable behaviour. Then Ray made his move. It was a hot, sunny day in May and I was sitting outside in the garden enjoying the sun's rays having finished work early on a Friday afternoon. "That's a sight for sore eyes!" said Ray as he wandered out into the garden through the back door of our house. This was totally unexpected as he usually drove back north straight from work on a Friday evening. In an attempt to get my legs brown I had pulled my loose skirt up to my waist. He could not have failed to see my white panties although I hastily readjusted my skirt as soon as I heard his voice. "What are you doing here?" I said, blushing. "I overheard you on the phone asking for an early finish today and thought I'd surprise you. Your legs are even more gorgeous than I imagined." He flopped down next to me on the garden seat. "I know you've developed quite a crush on me over the last few weeks so isn't it time we did something about it?" He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and pulled my face towards his kissing me full on the mouth. This was so out of the blue that I did not react immediately. My head was swimming and I wanted to return the kiss but after a few seconds I tried to push him away, simultaneously turning my head away and attempting to get to my feet. After I had broken away briefly he forced me back down on to the seat, moving his hands to grip my head and kissed me again. I had shouted "No" but he was very determined and very strong. I was enjoying the feel of his lips on mine even as I was trying to move my body away from him. He now had one hand behind my head and the other around my body holding me down. I felt his tongue trying to force its way between my lips but kept my mouth clamped shut. I knew that if I stopped fighting him for even a moment I would be lost. Suddenly he released his grip on my head and moved his hand in one swift movement up inside my skirt to my very wet vagina before I had time to close my legs. "Ah!" he said triumphantly, waving his hand in my face. "See how slippery you are. Why are you fighting me, when it's obvious that you're all wet and ready for my cock?" All I could say was; "No please don't," although his lewd talk was getting me even more aroused. Ignoring my tears he continued, loosening the buttons on my blouse, pulling my bra down below my breasts and pinching my nipples as his other arm encircled my shoulders. "I promise I won't tell Andrew if you stop right now." I half shouted this but it did not deter him. I was still struggling under his firm grip but his fingers on my breasts were driving me wild and I wanted him to keep stroking me. His mouth was back on mine and, finally giving in, I kissed him back opening my mouth to receive his tongue and making short urgent mewling sounds. Our back garden is not overlooked. Ray took his time, fingering my cunt expertly until I was completely at his mercy; then reaching up inside my skirt to pull my panties down. Of course I moved my bottom off the seat for him. He picked me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all and carefully lay me on the freshly cut lawn. He penetrated me from above, my skirt high up around my waist, legs apart and it felt wonderful, I was enjoying the moment without any thought for the future. My first orgasm came within seconds of his penetration. I couldn't help making some noises but tried hard to muffle them against his shirt front, afraid of being heard. Ray slowed down and stopped fucking, leaving his erect phallus deep in my cunt. "Shall I stop now, my darling?" I wanted more. "No, please don't stop." "Tell me what you want." He said, relishing his power over me. "Please fuck me dear, I want you to give me a thorough fucking. I want to feel you spurt inside me." These were words I had never spoken before. My face was red with shame but I could not help myself. Usually one orgasm is enough for me but Ray had hardly started and I wanted more. He began driving his penis into me establishing a steady rhythm. He was a different shape to Andrew and much stiffer. I was in ecstasy and it was hard to keep quiet. I raised my legs up around his waist and began moving uncontrollably meeting each thrust, relishing the feelings in my head, it was as if I was at the centre of a firework display. As his movements became quicker and more urgent I could feel my second orgasm building and my timing was perfect, I came as he filled me with his spunk. There was lots of it and I drew him further into me enjoying the wetness in a way I had never experienced before. I suddenly felt cheap and sluttish and expected Ray to roll off me and leave the garden, now that he had got what he wanted. Amazingly he had not undressed at all and as he pushed himself back I saw that there was a mark on the front of his trousers, on his flies where his cock still stuck out, now gradually shrinking. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "Was that thorough enough for you my darling Liz?" I nodded but was beginning to feel waves of shame at what we had done. His face showed concern at my expression. "I'm going to take you into the house. We can talk there." He said, picking me up in his arms again. It wasn't very far to the settee in the living room but it felt wonderful being carried like that as if I weighed nothing. In my mind he was my knight in shining armour, not a man who had more or less just raped me. Should I forgive the way he forced himself onto me when I was repeatedly saying "No"? At the time this barely crossed my mind. I was blaming myself, whilst still in some kind of post coital rapture. Ray lay me down on the couch and kissed me, my clothes still in a state of disarray, but I pushed him away, telling him I had done a dreadful thing. I pleaded with him to go back to his house up north and give me time to think and, this time, he did as I asked. I pride myself in being an honest person. I expected that a confession to Andrew would have consequences which would be very grave indeed but over the next 24 hours I went through torture considering all my options until I came to the conclusion that I would have to tell him. Andrew's story Having read many erotic stories over the years it never occurred to me that my life might change to the point where I was a character in such a story. Events over the past few months have frequently been painful and confusing so writing about what happened is helping my understanding. I recognise that I might be a bit OCD (stands for obsessive compulsive disorder) getting wrapped up in routine, in my own little world. I love Liz very much indeed and wouldn't hurt her for the world but can't help being a little bit distant at times. I knew that our sex life had gradually "calmed down" as we got older but thought it was normal and accepted it with reluctance finding an outlet in reading erotic stories and jerking off when what I would have preferred was more frequent sex with Liz. It wasn't something we ever spoke about. I admit that my upbringing as a regular churchgoer has made me inhibited where sex is concerned. Having Ray stay with us for a temporary period made a difference. It came out of the blue and it was good to get to know him again after years of hardly any contact. He was still the same lively Ray, always joking, always up for a laugh and I could see that Liz was also enjoying his company. He liked to take us for a meal at his expense most weeks whilst he was with us. Liz used to enjoy a drink but over the years we had stopped going in pubs. Ray, in his pushy way, took control on these nights out and when Liz asked for a soft drink he brought her a cider instead pretending he had forgotten what she ordered. I think Liz was grateful for the excuse to have alcohol and requested it herself as the weeks went by. I remember one night when Ray was being particularly flirtatious with Liz he bought her an extra cider after she'd said she had had enough. To my surprise she drank it and was a bit unsteady on her feet as we walked back to our house from where I'd parked the car. I moved to take her hand but Ray had got in first and I watched from behind as they walked together to the house. They looked good as a couple and my penis stirred as I considered them having an affair and wondered why my jealousy made me horny. Then Ray put his arm around her shoulders and she pushed him away, staggering the rest of the way to the house on her own. We had sex that night, the best for a long time. We started in the missionary position as usual but Liz moved us round so she was on top, her hips gyrating strongly. I couldn't help thinking that she might be remembering Ray's behaviour earlier and getting off on it. For my part I was stiffer and more excited than usual as I considered that idea. Thoughts of Ray with Liz continued to occupy my head after that. I remembered how insistent she had been for Ray to stay on after the sale of his house fell through. I worried that she might be falling in love with him. But the weird thing about it was that the thought of them in each other's arms was exciting me sexually. I sought out stories on the internet about cuckolding. I also found myself having more sex with Liz. I noticed that Ray often joked around with her and paid her compliments. I was envious of his easy charm and realised I could not compete. Ray had reached the point when he was about to exchange contracts. He liked his new house and had found a first time buyer for the other one. Then Liz dropped the bombshell. It was over a weekend. I had noticed that she seemed upset and preoccupied on the Friday night. She had retired to bed early but couldn't sleep and was tossing and turning all night. She eventually got up about 3am and went downstairs. She looked distraught but would not say why. I got up early and found her sleeping on the couch in her dressing gown. I made us both a cup of tea and got some cereal but was trying not to wake her, eating it in the kitchen. She came through and sat down heavily on one of our high stools. I couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked despite her solemn expression. "Andy, I did something bad. Oh hell, I can't say it. You'll hate me and I don't want you to hate me." "I love you darling, It's impossible for me to hate you whatever you've done. Is it something to do with Ray?" Her eyes widened with astonishment. Even before she answered the waves of humiliation had begun to course through me. I could feel the heat in my face and my penis beginning to harden. "Oh Andy, I had no idea you had any suspicions. How could you? Nothing happened until yesterday afternoon." "I still love you Liz, tell me what happened." I stirred on my seat allowing my penis more room and hoping Liz didn't see. "He fucked me." She began to sob. I wanted to comfort her but didn't want to betray my guilty secret so I continued sitting. "Liz, I still love you, what happened?" It all came out then, but at first her voice was racked with sobs. Her crying was out of control and, as she spoke, I moved quickly behind her hoping to hide my erection. I held her awkwardly from behind, kissing her head. "He's been trying to make me see him on my own for a while now. I've always refused. But Andy, this is the worst of it. I wanted to. I kept thinking about him, his body, his cock. Even when making love to you I was pretending it was him. He, he caught me by surprise sunbathing in the garden with my skirt pulled up. He knew I was getting home early." She began to cry again, longer this time. Lodger Gets His Way "Go on darling, I expect he saw your panties didn't he?" She gave me a funny look. "Yes, then he sat next to me on the seat and tried to kiss me." She had stopped crying. "I fought and fought but he was too strong for me. And all the time I was getting more and more aroused. He had his hand on my breasts, caressing my nipples. You know how I love that don't you?" I nodded. "And th,then I relaxed. I k,kissed him back." "Trust Ray to spot a conquest. Did you come inside to do it?" "No, he fingered me there on the seat. By then I couldn't wait to feel, to feel..." She stopped and was looking at me queerly again. I helped her say it, "To feel his cock inside you. Go on, I expect you had an orgasm?" I had continued to stand behind her. She got off her chair and looked down at the front of my trousers. "Two as a matter of fact. Wait a minute Andy, why all these questions, you're excited by all this aren't you? What kind of a man are you?" What could I say? She had the evidence in front of her. I nodded sheepishly. "I know it's weird, but the more jealous I get the more turned on I am. I do know one thing though, I love you and don't want to lose you." Liz frowned. "I can't think straight at the moment and your reaction is not what I expected at all. I'm going back to bed. We can talk again later." I wanted to have sex with her and tried to kiss her but she turned away and quickly left the room. I realised that I was in the grip of a kind of fetish and accepted that Liz must find it repugnant. I wasn't all that happy about it myself. A lot of men would be thinking about divorce. Or at least have wanted to punch Ray for what he'd done. By all accounts he had used his superior strength to force himself on to her. Could that be construed as rape? What kind of best friend fucks his best friend's wife? But I felt unable to get angry with Ray. Weirdly I was curious to know more details about Liz's adultery. The word itself, adultery, stayed in my mind and sent blood to my loins. Liz came back downstairs about lunchtime. She said she'd caught up on some sleep. "Can you let me have Ray's mobile number? I'm going to text him that he's not allowed to stay here any more. Help me pack up his stuff to put outside the front door. Once he knows that you know all about it, he'll not argue." I hadn't anticipated this but with a bit of quick thinking (unusual for me), I wrote it out and gave it to her. I knew Ray. Texting him would give him her number. With Liz's mobile number Ray would make sure his contact with her would continue. He'd do his best to wear her down. I realised, God help me, that I wanted that to happen. I proved to be correct in my thinking. By Sunday afternoon he'd already been bombarding her with text messages. I thought Liz would delete them but sneaked a quick look whilst she was in the bath on the Sunday night. There were about twenty already. She'd only sent three replies. I looked at those first. Two of them were brief telling him to stop but it was the third one that interested my loins. She was telling Ray to pick up his stuff from the house Monday morning whilst we were both at work but agreeing to meet him in a pub that lunchtime. She said she wanted to see him face to face to make it absolutely clear that there was no point in him trying to contact her. I also opened some of his texts. They were all rather crude, reminding her of the things they did in the garden. He'd sent her photos too; all of him naked, some with close ups of his cock. I was sure Liz would want to masturbate whilst looking at these pictures. She'd said her sexual attraction to him was strong. I quickly turned her phone off and walked down to the garden shed to do some masturbating of my own. That night as we lay in bed, me with an erection that would have shown even under our thick duvet if I'd been lying on my back, I said hesitantly. "I expect Ray has sent you a few texts, hasn't he?" She felt for my penis and smiled. "My fucking Ray has got you really worked up hasn't it darling? And I bet you had a look for his texts on my phone whilst I was in the bath didn't you?" "Yes dear, I'm so sorry." She saw by my expression that I was ashamed of myself and afraid of what she might say. Her attitude to my reaction to cuckolding appeared to have changed. Her hand continued to stroke my willy. "Its okay Andy dear, don't worry, I wanted you to look at them. Now let's try an experiment. Go and fetch my mobile phone." On my return she adjusted the phone to show a close-up of Ray's penis and moved over onto her back. "Now fuck me whilst I look at my lover's lovely cock. I expect we'd both enjoy that wouldn't we?" She was right. She was getting wet from looking at the picture and I was getting stiff knowing why she was wet. After a wonderful fuck I plucked up the courage to say; "You described Ray as your lover, not your former lover. Are you planning to continue to see him?" "That depends on you. I'm not falling in love with him. There's no danger of that. And I'm mad at him because of the way he forced himself on me. So he will be eating humble pie for a while. But he's been responsible for an improvement in our sex life. There's something going on here that's pleasing both of us. I'm getting that if I give in to my slutty desires you will approve and want me to tell you about what I'm up to. Is that true darling?" "Yes." I admitted, blushing. "But I can't explain it and it's taken me by surprise too. I seem to get off on the humiliation which scares me a bit. Go ahead if you want but let's continue to be totally open about it. I'm so grateful that you told me straight away dear, it must have taken a lot of courage." Liz nodded. "I thought it would finish us. I'm also a bit scared. It would be so nice to rub up against Ray's lovely body again but I intend to make him wait. Are you okay with me telling him you have given me permission? I expect that it would increase your excitement. Am I right?" This took me a few seconds but I realised she was correct. Liz was already bringing her clear and intelligent thinking to bear on our new situation. What a wonderful woman. I nodded thoughtfully. "That's very perceptive. By all means let him know. How about changing the way you dress. Look a bit more provocative when you see him tomorrow. That way you'll get him all excited and then tell him you've decided you don't want to see him anymore. Of course you'll give in later, won't you?" "Yes, dear, that's the plan. You want me to be a tease? I think I'd like that." Liz takes up the story When I saw Andrew's erection after my confession I was completely taken aback. I was disgusted with him. But by Sunday I was beginning to see things in a different light. I reasoned that there was now a way for me to keep Andrew and see Ray with Andrew knowing all about it. A risky idea?-- well maybe, but I was still lusting after Ray and perhaps I wasn't thinking too clearly. On Monday morning I had managed to dig out a miniskirt that I hadn't worn for years. I also put on a very low cut bra under a thin white blouse. It was possible in good light to glimpse a fair bit of cleavage through it. I was bare legged, another change for me (I usually wore tights). Andrew was pleased but unfastened two buttons on my blouse. "Now he'll get a real eyeful if you lean forward dear." We kissed goodbye, a proper kiss, so I had to redo my lipstick. (Bright red). I had planned to make my meeting with Ray as brief as possible but it was difficult to carry the plan through. He couldn't understand why I was refusing to see him again when Andrew was encouraging me. He also found that difficult to believe. He obviously thought I'd quickly give in bearing in mind the way I was dressed. When I saw him move in his seat to adjust his trousers I realised he had an erection. My panties were becoming damp and I had to battle with myself to stay firm. "Look here Ray." I said. "You ambushed me in my garden. You forced kisses upon me and mauled my breasts when all the time I was fighting you off and telling you to stop. When a woman says "No" you have respect that. I could have gone to the police......" "You are quite right Liz. No excuses and I'm so sorry for doing that. But you now know we are good together. Please let me see you again. I promise I'll be good in future. And you know you'll enjoy the sex don't you?" I stood up at this and leaned across the table showing him plenty of cleavage. "The answer is still "No". I've got to get back to work." Back at my desk I was still excited by the meeting and stroked myself out of sight of the other workers thinking that it was good that Ray didn't try to justify his actions. My new dress code had not gone unnoticed by my work colleagues, a couple of the men who usually say nothing had engaged me in conversation. It was good for my ego and I resolved to buy a new, sexier wardrobe. Andrew, by all accounts, will approve. That night I added one or two bits for Andrew's benefit. I said he'd commented on the colour of my panties which wasn't true. I doubt if he'd got a glimpse of them. Maybe next time. We chatted on the living room sofa on Monday evening. It was one of those lovely warm sunny evenings that you sometimes get in May. I could see a bulge in his trousers and suggested he unzip and bring it out. I stroked him as we talked and it was a lovely intimate time. We had an early night going to bed in daylight for the first time in ages. I put a favourite Lily Allen song on our Ipod player called "It's not fair". I don't think Andrew had heard it before. It tells the story of a woman trying to decide if she should stay with her partner who is perfect in every way except in bed. It's not fair because whilst she gives him blow jobs he won't lick her pussy. It's essentially a female version of an early Beatles song "Please Please me" but far more explicit. Andrew took the hint and slid beneath the duvet to bring me to a lovely orgasm as I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ray. When he came up for air expecting to penetrate me I stuck my mouth into his ear and whispered; "I've decided to save that for Ray darling. They say abstinence makes the heart grow fonder." Andrew, bless him, accepted his fate with a smile, a thank you and a sloppy kiss on the lips. If I was reading him right he would enjoy having to take second place to Ray in the fucking stakes. Still, I couldn't leave him completely stranded so I took him in hand and as I whispered slutty comments to him about sex with Ray in the future I brought him to orgasm that way. The next day I received a huge bouquet of flowers with the message; "To my darling Liz, I'm sorry I was such an arsehole, I'll behave a lot better if you give me another chance. Love from Ray." He also sent me four text messages. I didn't reply. On Wednesday he sent me very expensive Belgian chocolates with a similar note asking me if I would meet him again at lunchtime. There were further texts throughout that day. I showed them all to Andrew and we laughed knowing we were just stringing him along. On Thursday night he rang our landline. I picked up the phone. I could tell he was worried I would replace the receiver and immediately blurted out that he wanted to take us both out for a meal at his expense. I passed the phone to Andrew, smiling and mouthing the word "Yes". Andrew was blushing as they spoke but he agreed on condition that Ray stopped sending text messages. He told Ray that he always read them first anyway which wasn't quite true. The meal was fixed for 8pm next Monday night at a hotel in town. The venue was a few notches above the restaurants Ray had taken us to previously and very expensive. I told Andrew that I needed a completely new outfit for the occasion and he came with me buy it. In the end I bought a backless, low cut party dress, the kind intended to be worn without a bra. It was cut well above the knee but in a tasteful way. Sexy thong panties, hold up stockings and the highest of red high heeled shoes completed my outfit. My libido was in overdrive and I'd demanded frequent lickings from Andrew since his efforts on the previous Monday and had still not allowed his penis inside me. He'd jerked off in front of me and accepted the ministrations of my hand. He wanted to know if I planned to fuck Ray after the meal. "And can I do it after he's finished?" he said. I told him he would find out on Monday night. I wasn't entirely sure how it was going to end but had a few ideas up my sleeve. This time I wanted to be in control. I had never been one to shave around my pussy but on the Monday evening I decided to go for it. Andrew was happy to oblige. He made sure my mound and all around it was clear of hair apart from a short landing strip just above my slit. "I'll enjoy going down on you all the more from now on." He remarked. We were shown to a table in a nice secluded corner of the restaurant and I made sure I was sat next to Ray with Andrew opposite. Ray was being very proper and shook hands with Andrew before giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I could see he was impressed with my new dress. We were all feeling a bit awkward, not knowing what to say. Ray spoke first. "I know I'm repeating myself but I wanted to start off by apologising for forcing myself on you in that rough way now that we are face to face. Do you think you might be able to forgive me?" I looked him sternly in the eye. "It helps a lot that you accept what you did. Otherwise we'd not be here eating a meal with you. Let's talk no more about it. We came by taxi so we can have a few drinks and relax, don't you agree Andy? "Absolutely, darling, I'll go to the bar. Shall I get your usual Ray?" As Andrew walked away I gently stroked Ray's leg near his knee. "I've worn this dress especially for you. Do you like it? I turned towards him pushing the dress slightly higher up my thigh. But I want you on your best behaviour tonight. Is that clear?" "You mean this to be a test of my self control. To be honest you look so sexy in that outfit I'm not sure I'm up to it." "Just make sure you do what I say this time. Or you'll not get to see this again." I flipped my loose dress all the way back showing him my panties, then pulled it back down again. Being so close to him, I really just wanted to fling my arms around his neck and kiss those luscious lips but I was being strong. Ray visibly relaxed but I knew I had increased the sexual tension between us and was hoping I could go through with my plan. We kept off the subject of sex whilst we ate the meal. I was on my third cider by the time they brought coffee when Ray brought the subject up again. "I'm surprised that you have given Liz the okay to see another man." He said looking at Andrew puzzled. "I don't see it that way. Liz does what she wants to do. It took us both by surprise but, yeah, I guess I am okay with it." I nodded in agreement and excused myself to go to the loo. I slipped off my panties which were soaking by then. On my return I sat down closer to Ray. The flimsy panties were hidden in my hand and I passed them to Andrew. He had his back to the other tables and he made sure Ray saw them. Ray put his hand on my knee. "Ray dear, why don't you move your hand higher. I'd like that very much." Andrew called the waiter over to order more drinks. By the time the drinks arrived I was kissing Ray open mouthed. His hand, hidden under the table, was fingering my pussy and I was in heaven. As the waiter walked away Andrew deliberately dropped his tea spoon on the floor then crouched down to pick it up in order to get a better view. Between kisses Ray explained that he'd been staying in a room at the hotel. I took the key off him and set off for the lift. My whole body was tingling. Once in the room I stripped off all my clothes and got into the king sized bed. The boys waited a few minutes and then followed me up. It was wonderful to get them to strip off and climb in either side of me. I started by turning to Andrew and kissing him, then back over to face Ray, his erection strong again, pushing towards my cunt. "Permission to fuck you ma'am" he said grinning. "Yes please, I want to feel you inside me," I said, "poor Andrew has been missing out this last week. I've made him wait." "You did right." Ray said pushing his cock into my quim up to hilt. "You need to feel a real cock in your cunt. I don't expect he's up to much." He drove into me furiously and I was already feeling an orgasm coming. His words increased my pleasure and I decided to play along. "Yes it's true, fuck me hard like last time. I need a real man's fucking. I'm coming, aaargh, aaargh. I screamed, this was even hotter than last time. Ray began to slow down as I slowly regained my senses again. "Oh Ray, don't stop, darling, we've hardly started." I was all hot and sweaty under the duvet. Even though bulbs were going off in my head I managed to say: "Make yourself useful Andy dear, pull the duvet off us I'm getting soooo hot." Ray continued pounding me and spurted deep inside as my second orgasm came. Andrew was getting a better view of the action. I was ready to let him take over between my legs but Ray had other ideas. He repositioned me on my knees, my bottom high in the air, my legs apart. He then grabbed hold of Andrew and pushed him onto his back with his head between my knees. "Why don't you sit on his face while you suck me back to life again. Give him a taste of a real man's jism." I was glad to do so and thought it good to get hubby involved. It didn't take me long to get Ray's penis hard. He quickly pulled out and moved around behind me, hoisting my bottom into the air again and plunging his rod into my willing hole. Andrew stayed where he was. If I dropped my head I could see him through the valley between my breasts. He was lying there, penis sticking up like a flag pole, enjoying the view. Ray was caressing my breasts as he fucked me. It's a reason why I like to be fucked doggy fashion, only very rarely tried within my marriage. This fuck seemed to go on forever but I enjoyed every minute of it. Ray's penis seems shaped so it finds my G spot every time. Of course I was happy to allow Andrew inside me later. He didn't last very long, maybe because I was on top this time. I made a mental note to do him that way again as I think he likes it. Andrew takes up the story First times are always special and my first wife watching experience couldn't have been bettered. We discussed it fully over the next few days putting Ray off until we were both sure we were ready to go again. Of course Ray couldn't get enough of Liz. I said that the comments they both made about my inadequacy as a lover were spot on and Liz promised she would find ways of increasing my feelings of humiliation in the future. "There's one thing that might help" I said, reddening. "D,Do you think you could put me into p,panties?" I stammered, very embarrassed. Liz laughed out loud. "Why on earth?.... Oh, I see, and I expect you'd want Ray to find out so that he could laugh at you too. Are you sure you want this? We were sitting together on the settee. When I nodded Liz grinned and hitched up her skirt. "Slip these off for me darling. Then you put them on, I want to see how you look in them. That's it. Walk around a little and do a twirl. They're not a bad fit. Mmm it's making me wet. Kneel down dear." I knew what she wanted, knelt and bent my head to lick her pussy. "Good boy. It seems we have a lot more to learn about each other. We'll get you fitted out tomorrow. You'd better come with me. I expect you'd like pretty pastel shades wouldn't you dear like the ones you are wearing. The girl at the checkout will get a thrill when I tell her we are buying them for you." Lodger Gets His Way Liz made sure Ray was fully aware that I was turned on by embarrassment so he lays it on thick whenever Liz needs to see him for another fucking. It's; "Hello panty boy, I see you're so rubbish in bed that Liz has to see me every week to get what she craves. What's it like to be married to smasher like Liz but be totally unable to satisfy her." He'd unzip himself and wave himself at me. "You'd much rather have this than what he's got to offer, wouldn't you Liz?" Liz always agrees and adds comments of her own; "That's true, my darling Ray, I can't get enough of your lovely cock. Licking my fanny is all you're good for now Andy. And doing the chores. He's such a good help around the house Ray. He does my weekly shop, hoovers round, irons all my clothes, fills and empties the dishwasher, makes my meals, cleans the toilet, takes out the rubbish, he never stops. He'd make someone a lovely wife." We actually share household duties and still have sex but Liz wants Ray to believe all that. I play along, accepting the taunts from both of them as part of our game. It all adds to a night out with Ray. We usually go for a meal together first, then come back to our house. Wearing panties all the time has made me more submissive around Liz. I try to do more of the household chores than she does these days. She could wrap me around her little finger as the saying goes but is not one to take advantage. I am happy to strip naked when we get back to the house after our meal with Ray. They like to tie me to a chair to watch them together to stop me playing with myself. Every now and then they leave me tied up downstairs whilst they are enjoying each other's bodies upstairs. Once a month they eat a meal at our house, the table set for two only. It is prepared and served by me to emphasise my inferior position. Recently I have had a bump in our car which was my fault. I couldn't help but be extremely ashamed and felt I should be punished. I suggested that Ray give me a spanking and he said he would be happy to do it. Liz was eager to watch. I stripped naked for him and he bent me over the back of our settee. Liz held me down to stop me wriggling. He laid into my bare backside with his belt until I cried and begged for him to stop. Liz thanked Ray with a long kiss and they ended up in bed upstairs. She told me afterwards that she had so enjoyed watching me being spanked that she wants to give me a spanking of her own sometime. I guess I will have to be on my best behaviour from now on. On second thoughts the idea sounds quite erotic. I wonder if it may get to be a part of our lovemaking.