Written by Angela 82

Fact
4 Nov 2016


So, my boyfriend Andy, had obviously developed a fetish for me and another man. He had never seen me with another guy, that was solely for my pleasure, and it was due to Andy's neglect of me, in which was the reason for me to be unfaithful.

Sex became more frequent. Pretty much none-existent for three years to three to five times a week. It felt like a new relationship in a way and even though I'm somewhat ashamed now of my cheating past, I felt like I'd done something which deserved 'reward'.

I spoke to Andy many times regarding this obsession of his and he admitted that he really wanted to see me and another guy have sex. I explained that fantasy and reality are worlds apart, but he was pretty adamant that he wanted to at least experience it to decide whether or not he would really like it.

So, part-reluctantly, I agreed that if the time, place and person were all right, then I would take it one step at a time to see if he would really enjoy it or if he would totally flip seeing me with another man's penis inside me.

This past March, Andy and I was going for a date-night. A nice meal in our favourite restaurant, followed by a few drinks in the nearby pub.

We'd been out a couple of times since New Years Eve and Andy hadn't encouraged me to flirt with other men or try to initiate anything to happen, so I just dressed up in a dark blue knee-length dress, black heels and black tights. Andy suggested I wore stockings with some nice sexy underwear instead, so I obliged knowingly that tonight was going to be interesting.

During the meal, I could tell Andy was anxious, but excited about something. I asked him what did he have planned, or did he have something in mind. He said no, but I could tell he had something up his sleeve.

It was a Friday night and the pub was pretty busy. We were on our 5th or 6th drink when Andy eventually piped up with telling me that he bet plenty of guys in the pub fancied me and asked if I liked the look of anyone. I said no without even looking round, but he insisted on me being honest, so I randomly picked two decent looking guys.

He asked me if my former-self would have sex with either, I replied that I might have done. Then followed with asking me if my current-self would sleep with either.

At this point, I was getting a little excited down below, so I said "Yes, I think I'd like the tall one stood near the fruit machine, he looks like he could satisfy me".

Andy's face displayed a mixture of shock and excitement.

The next round, he suggested I go to the bar and linger for a little while and see what happens. I agreed and got up to order myself a drink and proceeded to sit down and see if I would attract any attention.

I got a couple of stares and a smile, but it did take around 15 minutes for a guy to come over and say hello. I looked over to Andy and he nodded for me to go on.

His name was Craig and and he was 43 (10 years older than me and 5 years older than Andy). He was local, even though I'd never seen him before. He asked who I was with and I pointed to Andy and informed him that he was my other half but had a strange fetish for me and another guy.

Craig looked to Andy and said "A bit weird, why would he want a cracker like you messing with another bloke?", I told a white lie and said that he had fantasised about it for a long time, but I never had the courage.

Andy offered me another drink and the conversation continued.

Not to sound shallow, I don't think I really fancied Craig. He was pleasant enough and was of decent-build, but there was no real physical attraction. I didn't care about the age thing as I've been with much older.

When he nipped to the toilet, I raced over to Andy and told him we should go, but Andy was having none of it, he was way too turned on by the fact his girlfriend was the object of desire of an older guy.

I told Andy that I wasn't attracted to Craig, so he stood up in a huff and said "Forget it, lets fuck off home then!". I followed him out of the pub without even seeing Craig again.

The wait for the taxi home was painful. Andy was in a bad mood, so I suggested we go to a nightclub. One that I often frequented these last few years. He seemed to perk up at this idea and agreed. So the taxi was diverted to the club.

I admit, I was a bit like a fish out of water in this club. There were other women my age and older there, but they all seemed to be a little rough around the edges.

Andy was definitely a fish out of water and hadn't been clubbing since he was 26.

There was a lot of guys in their twenties, so I knew that at least one of them would want to get their end away by the end of the night, so I told Andy to get the drinks in and meet me on the dancefloor.

I hung around the perimeter of the dancefloor and almost immediately got chatted up by some sweaty 21 year old whom I politely declined.

Andy came over with my drink, so I placed him a few yards away from me and told him to watch as I ventured into the crowd of dancers.

I don't think Andy noticed, but I had my bum pinched, an arm around my waist, my cleavage ogled and some guy tried to snog me without even saying hello first, but one guy caught my eye who seemed to be minding his own business dancing away on his own, so I made my way over and danced close by.

I caught his eye and he nodded, I smiled back and the distance between us shortened. No words were exchanged, just glances as we danced face to face.

I turned round and backed in to him. He didn't exactly push me away either. He slid his arm around my waist and I instantly noticed his groin against my bum.

I looked over to Andy and he had an astonished look on his face which just spurred me on to grind my ass up and down this young guy.

I turned round again to face him. I have no idea who made the first move, but our lips locked and tongues entwined as I lost all bearings of where I was.

My new friend was obviously rock hard in his trousers and I was more than moist, yet we still hadn't even muttered a word.

I took him by the hand and led him to the bar. I sneakily glanced over to Andy and smiled, who now looked intrigued as to what was going to happen next.

Finally, we spoke and introduced ourselves as I bought him a drink. He was James and 24 years old. He was pretty hot too with a gorgeous smile and what seemed like a nice body underneath his trousers and tight t-shirt.

I shamelessly told him that I fancied him and I wanted to take him home. He laughed, but agreed, so I ordered him to drink up and we then proceeded to walk out.

Andy looked dumbfounded. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and gesture to follow us.

Outside the club, James and I waited for a taxi, whilst I saw Andy walk out of the club and into an alcove. I don't think James had yet caught on we had someone spying on us, so I carried on kissing him and sneakily grabbed his crotch.

He whispered in my ear that he wanted me, in which I replied "Then take me!". He told me to come on and held my arm as we crossed the road and down some side streets. Again, I looked over to Andy who then began to follow.

I can't disclose where we ended up, but it was some historic place in the centre of Blackburn town centre. It was dark and there were a few benches around, so James sat down and I sat on top of him.

We kissed hard as I ground his groin. My pussy was aching at this point and I just wanted him inside me. I reached down and unzipped him. He pulled his hard cock from his trousers and I pulled my knickers to one side and lowered myself.

I gasped quite loud as I felt his cock ease it's way inside me.

I had no idea where Andy was. I looked around a few times whilst riding James' cock, pretending to be on the look-out for the general public, but was hoping he was getting a good show of his girlfriend finally partaking in his fantasy.

My knees were killing me already on this bench, so I told James to fuck me from behind.

I bent over the bench, feeling my knickers being pulled to my knees. James entered me once more and reached down to rub my clit. I came within a minute.

As James pounded me hard over the bench like a dirty slut, he asked me where I wanted him to cum. "It's up to you babe" I offered, so he pulled out and ordered me to sit in front of him, in which I gladly obliged.

He wanked for a few seconds and a sudden spurt of cum hit me on the chin, followed by another on my nose and third time lucky, one spurt in my wide-open mouth.

I finished him off by sucking him, licking every last drop.

I straightened myself up and wiped my face with tissue. He thanked me for such an amazing time and asked if I wanted to go home with him or he come home with me. I made my excuses, but we exchanged numbers and told him I'd call him later.

He insisted on walking me back to the taxi rank and whilst we made our way there, I noticed I had two white marks on my dress and another on my stocking.

I managed to get a cab after 10 minutes of him holding me very close. I felt quite bad he had no idea what had just happened, but I was still wondering where Andy was.

I kissed James goodnight and got in the taxi where I immediately called Andy on his mobile. Typically, he had left his at home, so I just decided to carry on with the journey home and got in at 320am.

340am and Andy asked where I disappeared to. I asked "You did see it all didn't you?" He replied "No, I lost you!", "There was too many people around, what happened??". I told him to come to bed, where I would explain everything.

Andy followed me upstairs and I sat him on the bed. I reached down and unzipped him. He asked again what happened, so I shushed him and told him that instead of telling him, I would re-enact it for him.

Typically, we didn't even get to the fucking from behind before Andy unloaded inside me.

Just a shame Andy didn't see the show that was put on just for him, but I still had James' number......

See more in my next story.


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