The next time Matt and I met was more of a last-minute arrangement. Plans with family commitments for me were up and down, the meet with Matt was on, off, on off, but finally the kids had settled on what they were doing, and I had the house to myself for the weekend. Both Sally and I were elated. Sally had planted the seed that it would be incredibly horny and naughty to bring Matt to our house. To enjoy him and have him enjoy me behind the closed doors of the family home. I wasn’t sure, but Sally persuaded me. Matt didn’t take much persuading; he also found it a massive turn on to be entering our home (albeit a now separated home) to take another man’s wife.
It had been a few weeks since our last encounter and I was craving to have his body against mine. To feel his fingertips running over my body, our tongues entwine, his hands massaging my full but soft boobs, making my nipples erect under his touch. I wanted to tweak his nipples which instantly respond to my touch, to feel his cock grow hard in my hand. Now that my sexual appetite had been moistened it had a woken something very naughty in me that was craving sexual interactions more and more. I was finding my daily orgasm was becoming mostly twice a day, thoughts of sex, dirty scenarios, and thoughts of what I would like to experience in the future were starting to take over my train of thought.
Matt and I had been chatting regularly, teasing, sending naughty erotic photos, explaining what we wanted to do each other, sexting, and chatting late into the night, having phone sex, making each other cum hard. You may remember the last time we met Sally had told Matt that she wanted him to take her knickers home and for him to play with his cock whilst it was wrapped in her lace knickers. She wanted him to shoot his load into the gusset. Over a number of nights Sally reminded Matt of this request and they spent hours edging and playing, teasing each other over the phone. I would cum several times a night just from listening to Matt talk dirty to me, imagining the naughty scenarios he described. These scenarios got hotter and filthier as we became more comfortable with each other, letting our darkest fantasies out, the favourite one for now being Matt reminding me that he owned me, how I would do exactly as he asked.
Matt told me he was going to grab my neck push me against the wall and have his wicked way with me over and over again. He told me how he was going to blindfold me and restrain me on a chair in the middle of the room. My hands behind my back, my legs spread wide either side of the chair, fully exposed for him to see. He described me being helpless and vulnerable, not knowing where in the room he was or what was going to happen next. I could hear the door open and shuffling, and I wasn’t sure if he was leaving the room. I called out his name, nervous and scared that he had left me, I hear the door close and more shuffling. This reassures me that he hasn’t left the room, however I now hear several sets of footsteps.
Being blindfolded heightens all other senses, and I can hear noises coming from all directions in the room. I can hear inaudible muffled noises, was that voices, 2 men’s voices, whispering, hold on was that 3? 4? I say Matts name again, nervous and apprehensive, he tells me to shhhh and to be a good girl for him. Sally takes over, she has fantasised about this for a long time, to be in a state of arousal at the mercy of Matt. She instantly knew that he had invited other men into our room. She couldn’t see through the blindfold but could hear zips being undone. She had an awareness that these men were close by, she could smell their unfamiliar aftershave, could hear their moans and heavy breathing as she sensed they were playing with their hard cocks while standing around her.
I feel hands start to explore my body, grabbing my boobs, pulling and tugging on my nipples. I feel hands wonder over my soft body, edging closer to my most intimate area between my legs. A hand reaches round the back of my head, Sally turns to face the direction my head is being turned to and she instantly opens her mouth, putting her tongue out, showing the men the treat that is a pierced tongue, and she feels the first cock push into her mouth she moans as she sucks him in. Sally knows there are at least 3 men in the room, and she knows they are here for their own gratification, not for her pleasure. She is eager to please and takes each cock that is presented to her face, she feels them stroking over her, brushing against her boobs, nipples, cheeks, against her hair, chin, lips, 2 cocks try to enter her mouth at the same time, she struggles, but somehow manages to get the tips in as she is so greed and needy, wanting them to cum over her.
It isn’t long before she feels the first splash of wet, hot sticky cum land on her cheek. A moan as he empties himself over her face. This seems to have a knock-on effect for the others, and she feels the next squirt down her throat as he pushes himself in her mouth, I feel him throb as he unloads jet after jet into my mouth. I can hear a third say “fuck this is hot, you dirty bitch” and again a splash of cum is being emptied on my face. I am unsure how many men have just used my body to cum over, but Sally takes it all in her stride. I sense them all slow their strokes as the last drops of cum leave their softening cocks. I am covered in their spunk. I hear Matt thank them for using his cum slut and that he’ll be in touch again soon. They all zip back up, and I hear shuffling as they leave the room almost as quickly as they entered.
Matt then releases the restraints, removes the blindfold, tells me I am a good girl and pats my bottom as he leads me to the bed, where he bends me over and takes me from behind. There is no foreplay, no touching me, he knows Sally will be soaking wet and ready for his cock. He pounds me hard, deep and its not long before he is throbbing inside of me, emptying himself into “his pussy”.
This is just one of the scenarios we talk about late at night, and has us both cuming hard, Matt sends me pictures of my spunk filled knickers after he has wanked himself into them. He now hands me these knickers back and Sally is excited to be putting them on.
Now we were together and keen to explore each other again. The anticipation of feeling Matt enter me was so intense I was soaking wet without even have him touch me yet. We started off on the sofa, pleasant chat, and general flirty catch up. Matt took the TV remote and scanned through for something naughty. He selected a channel; a woman in a taxi, unable to pay her fare and so offering to pay the taxi driver by other means. I knelt on the floor between Matts legs and undid my bath robe. I was wearing a new underwear set, PVC material strappy sexy bra which showed off my cleavage well, along with PVC front knickers and a sheer back. Matt approved of the look, and I soon had his cock out of his trousers and between my boobs. He fit perfectly into my cleavage, and I started to slowly stroke his growing cock between my boobs.
Sally was in the room, and the sound of the naughty video on the TV behind her, along with the sight of Matts hardening cock between my boobs had her wanting more. I asked if he wanted a guided tour of the house. We ended up in my bedroom. I had already laid out the waterproof blanket knowing full well just how wet and messy this was going to get. Matt told me as sexy as the underwear was, he wanted me naked. We removed each other’s clothes, and I lay back and let Matts hands wonder over my body along with his lips and tongue. My own hand teasing across his chest, nipples, down over his tummy to his hard cock. Pulling him closer to me, aching to feel his hand between my legs but enjoying him tease me first. I was wet, I knew I was soaking.
My mind very conscious that even though I was now separated, I was still a married woman and had this handsome younger man in my marital bed. Sally was going wild at this thought, a wanton woman, who wanted Matts hard cock thrusting into her on this very bed where sex with her husband had been mundane and boring. She was filled with desire and an urgent need for Matt to take her. I straddled Matt, my favourite position, being in control of the depth, stroke speed, and being able to push my clit down onto his pubic bone as I grind down on him to bring myself closer to that rush of orgasm.
Changing positions, I took Matt in my mouth, practising deep throating him, taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. He praised me on my efforts and told me I was a good girl and he was impressed. Another position change found me on all fours at the edge of the bed. This was lower than the hotel bed and the perfect height for Matt to properly take me. He held onto my hips and thrust into me with all his might, a hand full of my hair, pulling my head back ensuring I couldn’t move away from him as he thrust harder and harder into me.
I could feel his cock on my gspot, applying pressure in all the right areas as he drove his cock into me. I could feel him deep inside me, it felt like he was in my womb he was so deep, relentlessly pounding me. The familiar feeling of me squirting was building and I squirted heavily over his cock as he continued to thrust, splashing us both in my wetness.
The loud noise of his balls and thighs slapping me along with the squelching noise of my pussy was driving me wild. I wanted everything he could give me; I wanted as hard and deep as he could give. As he fucked my pussy, noises escaping my mouth as my orgasm built, I could hear him groan, and his urgent, brutal, banging of me increased as we both reached our climax. We both groaned wildly as the waves of intense pleasure rode over us, Matt holding my hips steady and firmly ensuring every drop of his cum was inside of me. We collapsed into each other on the bed, enjoying the post orgasm glow.
The days that followed, I could certainly tell I had been fucked good; I could feel my insides sore, my clit was tender to touch, and it hurt my pussy to sit down. After our last encounter I had sore insides and the question at the end of the last story was, “is the soreness due to the big toy I had taken or was that the fucking Matt had given me”? Well, we had used no toys this time, the answer was clear, Matt had literally given me the fucking of my life.
