Continued Gordon was gripping the arms of his chair, his eyes closed, as Stuart gently stroked his cock through his trousers. Gordon was obviously completely engrossed in the feelings and neither of them seemed aware that I had even entered the room. I sat in the sofa opposite, fixed on what was happening. I couldn’t believe what I was watching, it was almost dreamlike. I have no idea why, but it excited me beyond measure. Stuart continued to whisper words of encouragement, asking how it felt, telling him how nice and hard he felt, how impressive and large it felt. Gordon said nothing but was clearly responding to the touch and the words. Without breaking the spell, Stuart slid the zip down on Gordon’s trousers and gently eased his now fully erect cock into view. Stuart now had a hand firmly round the shaft and, as he slowly slid it up and down, he used the middle finger of his other hand to rub around the almost purple helmet. Gordon was now much more vocal in his response. Not words but guttural sounds of pleasure spilling out of him. Stuart moved his head near and I thought he was going to go down on him but instead he just blew gently on the head of the cock as he continued to play with him. Gordon must have been so close but Stuart pulled back every time there was a tell-tale sign that Gordon was going to erupt. Then I heard my name spoken for the first time. I was surprised that Stuart knew I was there but now I became part of the game. Sitting back but not letting go of Gordon’s painfully hard cock, Stuart whispered. “Your lovely wife is sat watching everything I am doing to you. It excites her. I can hear her breathing. She’s turned on.” Gordon smiled amidst his facial contortions from the sensations being administered to his cock but he didn’t answer and he didn’t open his eyes. Stuart continued. “She is a beauty Gordon. You’re a lucky man but right now she has made herself look really horny for me. Does that excite you Gordon?” Gordon nods. “She looks hot Gordon. Are you giving her to me? Are you passing her to me so I can enjoy her?” Gordon said and did nothing other than continue to react to the sensations in his dick. “Open your eyes Gordon and look at your wife. She has dressed for me. I am going to have her, but only if you give her to me. Are you going to give her to me?” Gordon opened his eyes and just looked into mine. He was filled with and intensity and a lust I had not seen for many years. Stuart spoke again. “Can I have her Gordon? Are you going to give her body to me to enjoy and pleasure?” Gordon stared at me and gave a very slight nod. “Say it Gordon, Say the words. Look at her and say that she is mine, that I can have your darling wife.” It was several seconds of silence save for the sounds of Gordon struggling to contend with Stuarts hands on his cock but then he spoke. “Yes.” “Yes what Gordon.” “You can have Marion, You can have her.” “What do you want me to do with her Gordon? “Pleasure her. Enjoy her” It looked almost like agony in his face as we stared at each other, not breaking eye contact for a second. I could feel my own emotions and feelings beating hard in my chest. I thought my heart would explode. My abdomen felt as if it was buzzing. I had never been this excited or turned on without even being touched in my life. Stuart continued to almost taunt Gordon. “What do you want to see me do to her? Say what is in your imagination Gordon. You have thought about this. What shall I do to her?” Gordon again just stared at me. I sensed he wanted to speak but wasn’t sure what to say. The words that stuck in my mind were ‘do to her’. Not ‘with her’ or ‘what shall we do together’. In any other situation I would have been offended but being talked about in this way made me feel horny and excited. “Look at how your wife is dressed Gordon. Doesn’t she just fill your cock with lust? I am so fucking hot for her Gordon.” Stuart didn’t even turn around as he continued, this time talking to me. “Marion, slowly open your legs nice and wide so Gordon can see you in all your glory.” My hands were tensely pressed into the cushions either side of me. I paused for a second, and without moving anything other than my legs, I did as I was told. As my legs opened wider I could feel the sticky sweat at the tops of my thighs as they peeled away from each other to reveal the damp gusset of my knickers. For the first time in ages Gordon broke the stare and lowered his eyes to my crutch. Still, the clever stimulation from Stuart kept Gordon on the boil without letting him Cum. “See how she does what I tell her? Look how wide she has opened her legs. See how the syrup from her pussy is seeping through her panties Gordon. Now tell me clearly, do you want me to make love to her like a delicate princess?” He paused for a second “or do you want me to use her and fuck her like a dirty slut for you?” Again I should have been offended but the sexual tension in the room and in my own body was so intense that the words just seemed to fire my nerves as soundly as if I was being physically fucked. Stuart’s hands on the solid cock were now almost a blur as Gordon started a deep throaty sound which built as he almost roared out the words and came at the same time. “Fuck the slut”. For the first time, Stuart turned towards me, and with now only one hand he wanked the throbbing cock as it erupted. Stuart looked into my eyes, almost as if he could see into my soul. I was aware of the spunk that spat from the end of Gordon’s cock but I was held by Stuarts penetrating glare. Without any break, he kept stroking the now very red and well satisfied dick as the white sticky remnants of Gordon’s seed trickled down over his fingers. Then the movement changed as he started to use the mess to massage his dick so it glistened as if covered in my baby oil. The cock was still sensitive and it was obvious that Stuart enjoyed the control over Gordon as he made him squirm with each touch. He gently slid his fingers up and down the slimy shaft until it was clear that it was now less sensitive and starting to regain its firmness. I badly wanted to touch myself but I was almost mesmerised by what Stuart was doing to my husband whilst both of them now looked at me. Once Gordon was fully hard, Stuart placed Gordon’s hands on his cock to let him now play with himself. I knew that he intended to turn his attention to me and I was fit to explode. He stood and held his hand out for me to stand and join him. I stepped up to him and I was aware that I was shaking. It wasn’t fear or nerves, it was complete and utter sexual and physical excitement. I offered both hands but he took one in both of his and started to rub it. I realised that he was now working all of the excess spunk from Gordon into my fingers and over my hand up to the wrist. We were stood close and we looked into each other’s face as he ‘washed’ my hand in my husband’s slime. I could feel it and I could smell it and I could hear Gordon breathing hard as he wanked and watched. Even in my heels Stuart was a little taller than me and, as he turned me to face Gordon, he stepped behind me and I could feel his head near my shoulder and his hands slip around my waste onto my belly. I was stood right in front of my husband, no more than a foot away. Stuart started to gently move his hands in circles, each circle getting larger and covering more of my body till they came into contact with my breasts. Once again Stuart started to talk to Gordon. “I am really going to enjoy this Gordon. I am going to fuck your slut wife as you instructed.” As I stood there feeling Stuarts hands on my tits, I could also feel the swell of his cock pressing against my buttocks. Then I felt him kissing my neck, gently biting the flesh and working his way around the nape of my neck and round the other side of my head. It was a slow combination of biting and licking and it made me quietly moan. “Tell me when you want me to open her up and I’ll get her dress open so we can have a good look at your gorgeous wife” “Do it, you can do it now. Have a good look at her.” There was such eagerness in Gordon’s voice. I thought Stuart would start straight away but he strung it out by turning me sideways on to Gordon and running his hands up and down my front and back. He continued to kiss and bite my neck as his hands caressed and squeezed my tits and buttocks simultaneously. This man was driving me crazy. Slowly I was turned back to Gordon and then I felt my belt being unbuckled. With my eyes closed in the sheer magic of the moment it was a while before I realised that bot my tits were still being mauled as my belt was released. I half opened my eyes to see that Gordon had moved forward and was the one who was now letting the belt fall apart. As he sat back he took his cock back into his hands and watched as Stuart now flicked each button open down the front of my dress. He stepped back from me and I felt the dress ease off my shoulders, down my arms and off. Stuart stepped back to me but didn’t make body to body contact, he simply ran his fingers all over my flesh and it felt electric. “What a fucking horny body your wife has Gordon. Look at the ass and tits on her. How does she look to you right now Gordon, like a lady or a slut? With my eyes closed again I just felt so wanton. “She looks like a fucking slut” I had never heard Gordon talk this way about me before and his dirty words thrilled and excited me. I felt my bra release, it was quick and easy in the hands of this experienced man. Once again Stuart pressed up against my back and I was conscious of the rough material of his jacket against my skin. His fingers lightly traced around my rigid nipples, with a slight pinch of each bud every now and then, it was bliss to feel them touched in this way. After a while he took the full weight of my breasts in his hands and massaged them, gently at first but then more urgently. I was aware of something on my leg and, not wanting to break the spell, I moved a hand enough to feel that I was leaking through my knickers. I have never been so wet and never experienced it actually running down my leg. It wasn’t a gushing river but it was a serious indication of the sexual state that I was in. My hand was barely back at my side when I felt Stuart start to lower one of his slowly down over my belly. It was like an electric shock when he first ran his middle finger down over the gusset of my panties and then again as he dragged it up, at a snail’s pace, pressing the black lacy material into the folds of my pussy lips. I shook when I felt it slide over my clitoris. I opened my eyes to look at Gordon so that I could see the reaction when Stuart pressed his hand back down, only this time inside my knickers. His face was pure lust and his hand speeded up as I let out an involuntary cry as Stuarts finger suddenly rubbed almost violently over my clit. It wasn’t pain, it was glorious. I wanted to cum so badly but this wonderful bastard kept it like a carrot on a stick. He massaged all around my pussy. Pressing inside, stroking the lips and causing excruciating pleasure when he played on my clitty. Very slowly Stuart pulled his hand away and I felt my knickers pushed down so they rested half way down my thighs. The elastic bit into my flesh and I loved the feel of being naked. Fingers returned to my pussy, they were familiar, and I knew that they belonged to Gordon. I was aware that Stuart had moved away and I just wallowed in the feelings that my husband was generating in my pussy. When I felt Stuart press against me again he was naked. His cock slid between the tops of my legs and I felt the heat of his body against my back. As Gordon played between my legs I could feel him pressing Stuarts Cock upwards so it rubbed deep into my gash. Stuart’s hands were on my tits and I have to say I felt almost worshiped between these two men. After a short time Stuart turned me round to face him. He pushed my shoulders down and I thought he wanted me to go down on him. Then I felt Gordon’s hands on my thighs as he pulled me back. I knew that I was about to be fucked by my husband. I admit to a mixture of happy release and disappointment that it wasn’t Stuart that was about to fuck me. As Stuart supported me I sank my pussy down onto the waiting cock. Once fully impaled I sat more upright and started to move up and down on Gordon’s surprisingly hard cock. He felt big but I suspect that after the long build up it was my pussy that was fully puffed up for sex. Gordon’s hands came round to play with my tits and I lay back even more against him. As I lay back against my husband, my hands gripping the arms of his chair and I pumped up and down. Then I was completely taken by surprise when Stuart stepped over us, took my face in both his hands and kissed me deeply. His tongue mashing in my mouth, our tongues fighting and loving each other. I was so taken by this I stopped fucking. “Don’t you dare stop. Keep grinding your husband’s cock till I tell you to stop. Let the slut out and fuck like a whore”. I loved the words, it was as if they had kicked my pussy back into action. I started to fuck like a demented demon. There was a cock in my pussy, a tongue in my mouth and hands all over my body. Suddenly Stuart started to kiss down my body. Pushing Gordon’s hands away he suckled my tits and licked my nipples before continuing down over my sweating, heaving belly. Gordon was back at my tits, holding me firm as Stuart bit gently on the soft flesh at the tops of my inner thighs. I became still as I felt Stuarts tongue start to lick and torture my clitoris. As I started to build with this new sensation of a cock in my pussy and a tongue on my clit I began a very slow deep grinding movement up and down on Gordon’s fucking amazing dick. God! Stuart was good at licking my clitty. When I came I felt an energy and a power in my body that made me feel like Superwoman. Then I was conscious of Stuart ordering me to fuck Gordon till he came. I did just as he told me. Gordon loved it, shouting filthy obscenities at me as I gave him the dirtiest fuck of his life. All the sensations were still inside my pussy from my cum so each powerful pumping movement fired me as well. Stuart was stood in front of us watching and stroking his own beautiful cock as he spouted a barrage of filthy encouragement. “That’s it you dirty bitch, fuck your husband like a whore. Make him spunk deep in your filthy cunt. Go on Gordon, shag her, do her up the cunt. Empty your balls into her.” It was all so disgusting and beautiful at the same time. The physical thrusting, Gordon mauling my tits and Stuart’s obscene language created such an exhilarating moment of sexual freedom and pleasure. Role play was gone, I was completely absorbed in my new liberation as a total slut. I loved it. Gordon grabbed me so tightly when he shot up into me. Telling me not to stop, I continued to fuck him till he was spent. Once Gordon was done, Stuart pulled me away and bent me forward to kiss my exhausted husband. Gordon held me tight and we kissed deeply. He was telling me how much he loved me and how he loved the new me. The sudden feeling of being filled up with cock as you kiss your loving husband is fabulous. Stuart fucked me like crazy as Gordon held me and encouraged Stuart to do me harder. It has not happened before but the brute force and animalistic fucking made me cum again. I usually have to stimulate myself after but this just swept over me. What happened next shocked and excited me. Stuart suddenly shouted “Where do you want it? “Where we said” was Gordon’s rapid reply. Stuart pulled out from me and quickly moved next to Gordon who just as quickly grabbed the cock with both hands and then took it into his mouth. I was amazed to see Stuart fucking Gordon’s mouth till he shot his load right down my husband’s throat. It was fantastic and when Stuart withdrew his cock I was kissing Gordon with a frenzy, my tongue deep in his mouth savouring the taste of fresh spunk from someone who was a total stranger till that day. Gordon and I have never been so close and, sorry to those who think that once you do it you can’t stop, we have never done anything like it again. Gordon and I have found a new way to enjoy sex that is raunchy, gutsy and downright dirty. Stuart was a gentleman after and we chatted like old friends for ages. I am also sorry that this is so long but I am an English teacher and it has been a total joy to recount every last detail that my husband and I experienced that day. I may be a teacher but I was taught so much that day by Stuart. A big thank you from both of us. It will excite us now to know that this will titillate and excite others who read my literary efforts. Some real drama that I thought would remain a fiction for me.