My descent into debauchery started just over a year ago when I allowed my husband’s friend, George, to seduce me. I don’t know why I did it, I had no need for another man or an affair, but my husband, Peter and I had a tiff before he left for his conference, and George was there and wanted to flirt with me, as he often did. Peter and George had been childhood friends, they were at school together, but their paths diverged at age 16 when George left school, Peter says George was never particularly academically minded. Peter stayed on in the sixth form and then off to university to obtain the first of his degrees that have made his successful career. I don’t know what George was doing at that time, because it was not until several years later that their paths crossed again. George is now the manager of a betting shop, but I suspect he also makes money from things that might not be entirely legal. For obvious reasons, I have changed the names of the main players in this story as both Peter and I have high–profile, responsible jobs and we are well known in our community. My name is Rose, 34 years of age, 5’ 6” tall with a slim figure which I maintain with an hour in the gym most evenings after work, provided we do not have any social engagements. Peter is nearly 15 years older than me, we met a few years ago at a dinner party at the house of a mutual friend who was trying to do some match-making. One thing led to another and we eventually married 4 years ago, moving back to the area where we now live a year later, when Peter and George met up again. Right from the start, George took a shine to me and would casually flirt with me whenever we met. Peter treated it lightly, he said it was a complement to him that another man found me attractive, and it was, after all, his best friend. Our sex life is satisfactory, Peter is an attentive lover, he always ensures that I orgasm, although he has quite a small penis, so he can never give me the pounding I would like. I was not a virgin when we married, a couple of boyfriends at university had seen to that, so I had some idea of what a decent sized penis felt like. No matter, we were well suited in other respects, so it was a good marriage. We haven’t yet felt the need for children, so I have remained on the pill. Anyway, Peter and I had had words just before he rushed off to catch the train to his conference, and I was calming myself down with a bottle of wine in the evening when George knocked on the door. He said he hadn’t realised Peter would not be there but, thinking about it afterwards, I think George knew that Peter was away. I invited him in to share the wine with me, needless to say he flirted with me and, being a bit tipsy, I gave in to his advances. He fucked me on the settee …… and doggy over the arm of the chair …… and I finished off riding him on the floor when he finally flooded my pussy with his sperm, which was simply awesome. This became a regular thing, usually meeting at George’s flat, with him pounding my pussy with his big cock. He usually likes me to suck him to erection first, but he is very adept at maintaining his control, saving his seed to flood my pussy and, if we have time, he can usually do me a second time an hour or so later. I can’t help thinking that Peter must have noticed subtle changes in the way we make love together, I know that I am more inclined to encourage him verbally when he has his head between my legs. That is something my husband is very good at, and I simply love it when he sucks my clit between his lips while slipping two fingers into my very wet cunt. However, there is nothing quite like being pounded by George’s big cock, and it is simply awesome when I am at the peak of an orgasm as he spurts his seed into me, he is such a heavy cummer. It was while we were recovering from a lengthy session In George’s bed that he asked if I had ever thought of fucking two men at the same time. At first, I thought he was suggesting a threesome, him me and Peter, but when I said I didn’t think Peter would go for that, he said no, he had a friend who might be interested. Initially, I said I would think about it, but he raised the subject again the next time we met a few weeks later and he seemed very keen on the idea. He said his friend had an even bigger cock than him, knowing this would really get my attention and I agreed that I would meet the two of them for a drink one evening. Peter was due to go away on business for a few days, so I told him I would be having a drink with some friends from work in the evening, which would be my alibi for not talking to Peter over the phone that evening. George suggested I should wear something more provocative, so I went out the weekend before the ‘date’ to buy a semi-see through blouse and a leather miniskirt, which was nothing like I normally wear, either at home or at work. I have called it a miniskirt because it was shorter than I normally wear, although it did come virtually down to my knees, but it was easy to show off a bit of stocking top when I sat down. The skirt showed off my long slim legs, which I am so proud of, and I knew that a black bra would look wonderful through the blouse. I drove my car into town to meet George at his flat, and he drove us the 10 miles or so to the pub where we were due to meet his friend. Needless to say, I was feeling nervous, but George kept rubbing my thigh with his hand as he drove along, slipping a finger inside my thong from time to time, which really aroused me. When we got to the pub George’s friend Simon was already there and it came as a bit of a shock to discover he is black. He is about my age, a lot taller than me, close to 6 feet, with a muscular toned body and I quickly realised I found him attractive. Simon bought a round of drinks and we found a quiet table in the corner where we could talk. Simon seemed quite nice, dressed in slacks and a shirt, he was clearly not a ‘bit of rough’ and, after talking for a while, I realised I quite liked him. George bought some more drinks and I got the impression that my G&Ts were actually doubles, rather than the singles I had asked for, but I went along with it as I was starting to feel mellow. I was sitting one side of the table with my back towards the wall, and Simon sitting beside me, with George opposite us. Simon slid his hand across to my thigh and was gently trying to edge the hem upwards so he could get between my legs, but I wasn’t ready to let him finger me yet. When I slid my hand across his thigh and felt the bulge in his trousers, I looked wide-eyed at George and whispered “oh wow”, it felt simply enormous. This encouraged me to slide my bottom forward so my skirt rode up and, letting my knees part, Simon was able to slip his hand between the bare flesh at the top of my thighs. George couldn’t actually see what we were doing but I think the looks on our faces said it all. George suggested that Simon could pay a visit to the gents, so we wouldn’t be seen leaving together and, when we all stood up, they shook hands and said farewell, Simon also gave me a peck on the cheek. When we arrived at the car, George suggested I got into the back, I assumed Simon would sit beside George in the front but, when he came out of the pub 5 minutes later, he got into the back seat with me. Once we were clear of the pub, I turned to Simon and we were instantly locked in a passionate kiss. He mauled my tits, grasped my top lip between his which I found so erotic, and slid his hand up my skirt so he could slip a finger into my pussy. “God you’re wet” he said, I hadn’t realised how much the brief fumble in the pub and the thoughts going through my mind would arouse me. Less than an hour ago, we had driven to the pub to meet George’s friend, supposedly for a social chat, and my body was telling me I wanted this black stud with his big cock hidden inside his trousers. By the time we got to George’s flat, I had orgasmed twice on Simon’s fingers in my cunt. I had to rearrange my clothes before I could get out of the car, and Simon said “heh babe, you are one horny chick, I think we’re going to have some real fun tonight”. As soon as we got inside the flat, Simon pinned me against the wall and kissed me passionately, before standing back and saying “heh babe, are you ready for this?” I knew this was my opportunity to say no, but I had no intention of backing out. Pinned up against the wall, I had felt Simon’s bulge pressing against my tummy, and I wanted it. I was a bit tipsy, but no way was I drunk, so I said “yes, I want you to fuck me”. We went through to the bedroom, where George had already swept the duvet off the bed, Simon and I were instantly clawing at each other’s clothes and I was determined to get into his trousers. I sucked his cock, it was ENORMOUS. It felt slightly strange as I had never experienced an uncut cock before, but I realised I could pull his foreskin back and comfortably get his knob into my mouth. Simon was very considerate, he never tried to force his cock into my mouth, perhaps it was the way I licked my tongue round his knob which encouraged him to enjoy the moment. I don’t know how it happened, I must have been lost in the enjoyment of Simon’s cock, but I found myself on my back on the bed naked, with George eating out my pussy watching Simon stripping off the remainder of his clothes next to the bed. Again, I lost track of time, the next thing I knew Simon was between my legs offering his enormous cock to my willing cunt. He was very considerate, he edged into me gently and made sure I was comfortable before he started to pound me. It was awesome, I had never been so stretched before, and I am sure he reached all the way to my cervix. By the time he slipped out of me, I was thoroughly exhausted, I thought I could not take anymore, but George was standing next to the bed waiting for his turn. George looked at my pussy and said I was ‘wrecked’ and he wanted my arse instead. I was too tired to argue, so I just laid there as he prepared my bum for his onslaught with some lube and slid into me. You would have thought that I would be totally ‘orgasmed-out’ but George gave me another shuddering orgasm, to the point when I was practically in tears. Simon was standing next to the bed stroking his cock and it was only then I realised he had not cum yet …… and neither had George. I had read something about how some women liked to have two men inside them at the same time, so when George suggested they take me together, I said “oh yes please”. So it was that I ended up on top of Simon with his massive cock buried in my pussy, and George climbing on top of me to slide his cock into my stretched arse. My orgasm was simply awesome, having two cocks pumping me senseless felt like I was losing consciousness and, when they both came inside me, I felt totally filled. Eventually, they let me rest, I was lying in the middle of the bed with sperm leaking out of both holes and they were getting dressed. Simon made a comment about me being a slut, but I didn’t care, I had been well fucked and had enjoyed every minute of it. It crossed my mind that they thought they had used me, but I had got everything I wanted so effectively it was me that was in control. A month or so later, George asked me if I wanted to do a porn video with Simon and one of his friends, but I said that would not be a good idea if I was recognised by someone I know. George said I could wear a mask if I wanted and he could also provide something to calm my nerves if I needed it. I assume he meant drugs, so I said emphatically no. He kept raising the subject, he said I had been so good with Simon and I was starting to get the impression he wanted to ‘pimp me out’. He showed me some photos he had taken on his phone while I was fucking Simon, which he said made it clear I was enjoying myself, and I then began to fear that he might show them to Peter. So that is the point I have reached, I am now a slut who enjoys fucking black guys – and yes I did enjoy fucking Simon and I would do it again but I am faced with the possibility of it being used against me. One side of me says I should do the video for George and enjoy it, because I know I would love to fuck Simon again (not to mention his friend). The other side of me says I risk the possibility of it all coming out and I will lose my wonderful marriage. I am at a tipping point!