Written by Jean

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31 Aug 2008


A number of years ago my husband Steve persuaded me to have sex with a friend of his from work. It was not something I was comfortable with and I dreaded the doorbell ringing that first night. Tony was 20 years older than us and I was just not comfortable with the whole idea....but after many months of coaxing I had agreed to it.

Tony came in and my heart pounded with apprehension, we had sat in the lounge with drinks for an hour, at first we had made small talk, then after a while a porn video had been put on. The drinks had taken the edge off my feelings, I was more or less resigned to the fact that I would be having sex with Tony and I wanted it over as quickly as possible. Tony had put his arm around me, and with his other hand began to stroke my boobs, his hand disappearing up my jumper and into my bra in a well practiced move. This was it I had thought, and more in an act of desperation than sexual anticipation I had stood up, removed my jumper, bra, skirt and tights. I had wasted 3 or 4 minutes but was now in my knickers standing in front of this man. I sat down again as I was told and his mouth covered first one nipple and then the other, his hand working its way over my inner thigh, and my mound. As his fingers prized my pussy open I was as surprised as he to find myself relaxing and lubricating myself ready for sex. I eased back in the sofa, spreading my legs a little so that Tony could work his magic a little easier, something was said which I didnt quite catch and Steve moved to my other side pulling my legs open further. There was no hiding my acceptance of the situation, Tonys fingers were deep in my slit and I was flooding, moving against his fingers as they probed my hole. In response to Tony I lifted my backside off the sofa and my knickers, my last attempt at modesty were pulled down over my backside, my thighs, past my kness and I slid one foot out of them so I could open my legs wider for this assualt. I dont know how he did it, but Tonys cock was out, his trousers around his ankles and I reached out for his cock....pulling his foreskin back and forth over his helmet. He moved between my legs, I knew what was coming, but all my apprehension was gone, I just wanted him inside me fucking me. Was this really me, the housewife who had never thought about this kind of thing, the woman who had taken so much convincing. I was about to fucked by someone I had only just met, while my husband watched, and I didnt care!!! I just wanted him inside me. I felt him push his cock into me, god it felt so good, I changed angle slightly so he could push deeper inside me and Steve my husband held my leg higher so that his friend could go as deep as he wanted. When I came it was like a dam bursting....all that pent up energy released. Mini shock waves followed as Tony pumped himself to completion. I knew my work was not done, Steve was between my legs and he pushed himself into my now spunk filled cunt, to be honest I had given my all and out of sheer laziness I suggested he use my bum, I knew he liked that, and I wouldnt have to do a thing. He came as I knew he would and we lay on the lounge floor with me fondling two sticky cocks.

Over the next 6 months Tony became a regular visitor on a friday night, and as my own confidence grew so we tried new ideas, new positions, we were now a 3some in every respect. Tony appeared at my front door one Tuesday lunchtime, he had he said been in the area and fancied a cup of tea. He followed me out to the kitchen and as I filled the kettle his hand moved up my skirt, found the gusset of my tights and began to rub my slit through two layers of fabric. I parted my legs for him and he slid his hand down my waistband over my backside an found my already moist pussy, I waited a short while and told him this woud never get the tea made. He said something about he already had what he wanted, and he couldnt wait until Friday, without thinking I was told him he didnt have to wait. We had sex over the kitchen table, it was quick, it was sex, it was fantastic. I finished the tea and we sat stroking each others sticky parts. What with picking the kids up from school, tea time and then kids homework it was quite late before I sat down with Steve....and I couldnt quite find the words to tell him about my lunch hour. The longer I left it the more difficult it seemed to get to find the right moment, and then we were in bed and asleep. Tony appeared the next Tuesday lunch time, we both knew what would happen, there was not pretense of making tea. I led the way to my bedroom and stood before him in a sexy outfit. He asked why I had not told Steve of the previous week, I couldnt really answer, and he called me his lunchtime slut. We had indulged in talking dirty before but I think we both knew this was different, something only he and I shared, and the more he called me a slut the more I rose to meet his new expectations of me. There had never been any limits as a 3some and there werent any now, he fucked my cunt and arse, I sucked his cock and rimmed him as he liked. He had been in the bathroom before when I needed to pee, he had simply carried on washing the smell of me off himself before he went home to his wife. Today, he put his hand between my legs as I emptied my bladder, feeling up my hole already wet with his cum and now warm with my own piss, he told me I was a dirty slut, but said he was not complaining.

This went on a few weeks, neither of us telling Steve of our bit of extra fun. Then one Tuesday Tony was at the door again this time with another man who he said also worked with Steve. The three of us made our way to the kitchen, I was sad, I had been waiting for Tony to call with eager anticipation. As I filled the kettle Tonys hands appeared around my boobs....I pulled away but he held on. "Ive told Mike all about our lunches" he said "no need to get shy". In those few words my life changed. "Come upstairs" I said and the three of us went to my bedroom. Mike was about 5 years younger than Steve and myself. I could see that what he might lack in expereince and technique he made up for in length, his cock was much larger that Steves or Tonys. Tony suggested that Mike and I start which we did, he was not lacking in experience as I had first thought. Tony had joined us and with my mouth full of his cock he was telling Mike to do whatever he wanted, I would oblige. In between he was calling me his whore, his slut, I wanted Mike and Tony to have me for lunch. We came, me riding Mike and Tony in my arsehole, before we went to the bathroom to clean up. I sat on the loo while Tony fingered me, then leaned back so Tony could pee between my legs as has become our ritual. When Tony had finished Mike began to pee, making no attempt to aim his stream between my legs, but rather over my minge. Next week I was almost disappointed that Mike was not with Tony but we enjoyed ourselves as we had done before. "Next week" said Tony "come over to this address" thrusting a slip of paper into my hand. "One O`clock sharp, do you know where it is?" I confirmed I knew where it was and that would be there.

............Like me your`ll have to wait until next week to find out.


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