Rocstar Fucs My Wife

When I was told by my boss, that the company was sponsoring an auction, where celebrities would donate items, to raise money for charity, I thought it would be an interesting day. The auctioneer was to be Jack Todd, (I've changed his name for the sake of privacy.) The one-time rock god, still worshiped by millions all over the world. My role in this was to bring the various items onto the stage, so he could try and get the best price. The two of us didn't meet until I wheeled a large painting of a lion onto the stage.

"How much do you reckon that's worth?" He asked.

I looked it up and down, as if I knew what I was talking about. "At least a couple of grand." I answered.

From then on, he called me the resident expert on everything that went on sale. He made joke after joke at my expense, making the audience of a couple of thousand howl with laughter. I joined in the fun and soon the pair of us became a double act. This caused the auction to overrun by an hour but also raised almost double what had been expected.

Later at a celebrity lunch, where people paid a thousand pounds to sit at some famous persons table, Jack insisted I sat next to him. As the night wore on, we became firm friends. So much so, that when I told him my wife, Ruth, loves horse riding, he invited us to his house for the weekend. And so, after a two-hour drive, that Saturday morning, Jack welcome us both at his huge estate and showed us the horses we were to ride.

Soon after we set off at a slow ramble through a meadow, towards a track that led us to the seashore. The tide was out so the sand was firm, ideal for the horses, so we began to go faster. Speeding along the beach was exhilarating, feeling the power of the horse beneath you makes you feel like a king. But after a while, Jack led us down a track which took us to the Black Boar, a good old traditional pub. A man ran out and took the horses away to be fed and watered, while we enjoyed a long lunch.

Jack was in fine form and had us both laughing. When it was time for us to leave, I offered to pay but was refused. The pub was owned by Jack, bought by him primarily so he could ride his horses there.

The way back to his mansion was leisurely, taking much longer than the ride out. The three of us chatted about all kind of things. Jack seemed genuinely interested in us, our family, what we had done in life, the places we had seen and seemed to avoid talking about himself.

At his mansion, after a quick shower, Jack took us to his man cave which was bigger than the ground floor of our house. One wall was covered in guitars and in the corner was a mannequin draped in a black mini dress that was slashed to the waist. It was a famous rock and roll dress, worn by a backing singer on a tour of Europe back in his heyday. The photo next to it showed the dress, which was almost exposing the singers' breasts, which is why it had gained fame.

"You can try it on if you want." Jack offered.

I don't remember what I said exactly but I made a kind of mocking cough, as if to say she wouldn't want to. I realised immediately what I had done, the fire in her eyes showed she was angry.

"I know I'm forty, but I still have some life left in me." She snapped. Then looked at Jack. "I would love to try it on."

She took the dress to our room to get changed.

"Fuck me. I have four ex-wives but have never been as stupid as that." Jack said, half laughing.

"I know. We've been married a long time; you get to see them more as a wife and mother after a while."

"You better sleep with one eye open tonight." Jack joked.

Ruth returned about twenty minutes later. She seemed more than a little nervous and looked at me shyly, as if asking permission. I smiled.

"Wow. You we're right." I stuttered.

She looked gorgeous; the dress fitted her perfectly. Her legs seemed somehow longer; her arse took your eye straight away. We were having a spring heatwave, so she had the tan to show so much skin off, but what really struck you were her breasts. She filled the dress out superbly; tits were full and firm and pointed outwards and upwards. The fabric of the dress just about showed her nipples were erect, but they were out of sight, just. Side boob is always a big turn-on, just a glance had my cock growing. Jack was almost drooling as he complimented her as well.

She looked a little embarrassed at all the attention and looked at her watch.

"Football results will be on." She said to deflect the attention.

On the main wall was a huge television, the largest I have ever seen. It burst into life, and we spent the next half hour watching results coming in. When it ended, we both looked over to Ruth. She was sat on a large leather sofa and had dozed off. The dress had ridden up, you could see black lace panties, they had slipped on one side exposing a part of her bush and the hint of a pussy lip. The way she was leant meant the dress gaped a little, showing a bit more of her right breast, a tiny part of her darker skin was visible. I heard Jack gasp a little. I grinned at him and moved to adjust he skirt and hide her modesty.

I don't know why but before I pulled it down, I lifted it higher, giving us both a better glimpse.

"What are you doing?" Ruth asked.

I felt like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar and froze, I was still holding the dress up.

"You fell asleep. I was saving your modesty." I stuttered.

Her legs were a little wider apart, showing more of her, it seemed to glisten in the light.

"You look wet." I said in my defence.

"Wearing a dress like this makes a woman wet." She answered. "I can see you are hard."

"I've not been as hard as this without Viagra for fifteen years." Jack said with a wide grin.

I looked into her eyes; she looked back coyly. We've been married a long time, I know every inch of her, knew her thoughts, sometimes before she'd even had them. It was written on her face that she wanted fucking, and now.

"You want cock, don't you?" I said low enough so only she could hear.

She licked her lips seductively "Two." She whispered, keeping my gaze.

"Two cocks, you want to fuck us both?" In an instant my cock expanded even more.

"I need fucking now, he can watch if you want and nothing more, but if you say so, two cocks would be nice."

We gazed at each other for a few seconds, saying nothing but telling each other exactly how we felt. I winked and nodded slightly. She grinned, rose from the sofa and walked toward me, crushing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. Her hand went down to my shorts and pulled out my cock, giving a little stroke. I heard Jack breathe in with shock.

"It appears the dress has turned my wife into a nympho." I said to Jack who was stood open mouthed. He couldn't find words to say or keep his eyes off what was happening.

"I better give it back." Ruth said, looking directly at Jack.

She unclipped the back, the dress shimmered down to gather at her waist, exposing her breasts and rock-hard nipples.

"Fuck me." Jack swore. I knew what he meant. Her tits were spectacular, firm, full rounded, begging to be looked at and fondled.

Ruth wriggled her hips; the dress fell to the floor. She came even closer to me, pulled her panties to one side and rubbed the head of my cock over her soaking hole. I could see in her eyes she was close to orgasm. With a little wriggle she worked the position so my cock could slip just inside. I thrust it in further, within half a dozen strokes she groaned.

I withdrew and looked down to my cock, rock hard, the cock head glistening with her juices. She knelt and took it in her mouth. Her arm reached out to Jack, she tugged at his shorts and grabbed his cock, wanking it slowly. To make it easier he moved closer, she moved from me to him, sucked a while then moved back.

"Are you guys' swingers?" Jack asked, his eyes were closed with the pleasure.

I laughed. "No. Not really. About ten years back I fucked her while a friend watched, she wanked him off afterwards while he played with her tits. Thats about it."

"Rock and roll! "Jack shouted as she took his entire cock down her throat.

She pulled me closer, then, without warning, took both our cocks in her mouth. It was strange, feeling another man's cock against mine, but the ecstasy that flowed over us was mind blowing. We both moaned as she sucked away before suddenly stopping and standing up.

As I nuzzled her tits I looked down and saw he was fingering her, so I moved behind, parking my cock in her arse cheeks as my hands fondled her roughly. In seconds she had cum again.

One thing about Ruth was her ability to orgasm multiple times in a session. If she was in the mood virtually every few minutes would see her gasping with the pleasure. That wasn't the case for me. I was a once-a-day sort of guy. It had been years since I'd creamed her more than that. This meant I had to conserve my strength; I stood a step back. She lay down onto the thick carpet. Her legs were open wide, showing what she wanted next.

I suppose there must be a certain etiquette to who gets to fuck her first, Jack looked to me and nodded, saying, she's your wife, you go first mate.

"Go for it." I said and settled down to watch.

First, he went down on her, taking good care of her clit, using a thumb to make her cum before he moved up her body to feast on her tits, licking her nipples to the hardest I had ever seen them. Then moved to aim his cock to the soaking hole of her cunt. I was watching from the back as he first went in and became hypnotised by the swift thrusts as he fucked away. Her cunt was sealed around his cock, the skin clutching it, stroking as he banged at her body.

Each time he went in his buttocks clenched, then relaxed as he pulled out ready to get back in again. The tattoo on the top of his back, of an owl in flight, seemed to move as his back powered the thrusts he made as he fucked her. She was shouting with the pleasure, getting higher pitched as she arrived at another orgasm, when he suddenly shuddered, grunting three more times before he exploded inside her.

"I'm sorry, should I have cum on your belly or tits?" He asked, rolling off her.

"I'm nearly there!" She chafed.

He was breathing heavily but she needed to finish and moved to sit on his face, in the 69 position, bending over to take his still leaking cock in her mouth, as she began to grind on his face, in an almost desperate need to finish. He didn't seem to grasp what she wanted hm to do, I moved to help and slipped my cock in from the back. She stopped grinding and moved her arse up a little higher so I could strike the right position.

I have always loved fucking her from the back, watching her arse move as we fuck, seeing her brown hole flex if I went in deep. I licked the end of my thumb and brushed over it, she orgasmed immediately. Now I needed the sensation and built-up speed to make it happen.

I have to say it was a big turn on watching her arse wobble and her head bobble on his cock which was now almost hard again. I was also aware that every now and again my balls would brush against Jack who was still beneath her. I thought he must be getting the best view any man could get, when I felt a tongue lash out, licking my ball sack. It caught me by surprise, I lost concentration and felt the rush fall upon me. On the next thrust his tongue reached out again and my balls clenched as they emptied. Cum poured into her. Straight away I withdrew and carefully moved from her so I wouldn't spill cum onto Jack.

I needn't have bothered, her pussy was covered in a whitish foam, cum dripping from her cunt was being lapped up by Jack, both mine and his. She shook her hips to get the last drop out then sat up.

"I can't believe we just did that." She giggled.

"Fuck. That's rock and roll." Jack cried out, he was still laid on the carpet, his cock was beginning to shrink though.

I recovered first and pulled on some shorts, Jack soon followed and went to get us all drinks. Ruth put the dress on the mannequin and quickly went back to the room and put on a nightshirt she had brought to sleep in. I didn't hide much. The movement of her tits was clearly visible, she sat cross legged, not caring her cunt was on view. In fact, she seemed to revel in the effect this had on us. Though we had been married an age, I still couldn't help but look. Jack was almost hypnotised by it. After a while though, she moved to sit more ladylike.

Jack put on some music, and we began to drink and chat. As the night wore on, we began to feel the delicious effects of vodka, getting a little drunk. Jack put on his huge TV and turned down the lights. An old Led Zeppelin concert flickered light around us, the music seemed to add to a feeling of comfort, a closeness I had never experienced before.

I was sat on the floor, leaning against a leather sofa, Ruth had moved so she was sat between my legs. It seemed natural for my hands to roam her body, pulling off her night shirt, playing with her tits gently as we all chatted. We were singing long to Dazed and Confused when my fingers stroked against her pussy lips. A finger pressed inside, when I withdrew it a moment later there was a thick coating on it. I could see it was a mixture of her juices and the remains of two loads of spunk. The thought of this had my cock growing again.

"Get on your side." I whispered.

I began by softly kissing her as my hands brushed against her skin. A hand worked a way down to her buttocks, traced along the firmness of her cheeks, parting them a little, a finger ran inside the crack, just brushing by her holes. I felt her tense at the thought of what I was going to do.

After adjusting her body so I could use my tongue against her swollen lips, I began licking her clit from behind. She moved a little to make it easier and give better access so I could be firmer. She was almost weeping with the pleasure, trying not to buck her hips as that broke the contact. When I felt her orgasm, I didn't stop. She cried out, then open her legs a little more, changing the emphasis on what I was doing. My tongue slowly left her cunt and moved back, licking the skin between her pussy and brown hole. When I reached the target, she cried out and buried her face into the thick carpet. My tongue lashed around the entrance, dipping in for a split second before forcing a way in as far as it could. As the hole opened a little, I pushed spit inside, then spent a full minute licking the hole, making it mor pliant, giving her wave upon wave of pleasure.

By now my face was lathered in her juices, I needed a moment to catch my breath and used this break to slip my thumb inside to the first knuckle and held it there. She mewed a little but didn't cry out in pain, so I began to move it slowly. Firstly, in a circle motion, before I pushed my thumb in deeper, a fraction more with each thrust, until my thumb was fully inserted. Then I used it as cock and fucked her arse.

When my hand began to ache, I slipped the thumb out, pleased to see the hole was now much more open. I then used my tongue, licking around the rim, then pushing spit inside her, sucking a little to bring it back before spitting it in further. It was messy, she was soaked, my face was covered, and I was now breathless. So, I moved back to her clit, slipping my tongue around it before using my lips to make her orgasm again.

I needed a rest now and lay on my back. Jack moved to take my place. I watched him hold his cock firmly and saw what he was aiming for. Anal was on his mind. The head of his cock slipped in, but Ruth shifted position, it fell out.

"Thats for him." She said firmly. That made me feel a little bit special.

Jack made no complaint and aimed for her cunt. It was so wet it pushed inside with no resistance. As he fucked, he grabbed at her tits, being much rougher than before. She made no complaint and grunted loudly as he filled her hole, going in deep each time. He fucked her like this for an age before she moved to change position.

I was laid on my back, my cock was hard and wanting to be worked. She smiled and moved over, sitting astride so her back was to my face. Her hands moved down and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her pleasure hole. For a second, I felt it inside her cunt, but she pulled away and pushed it against her arse, stretching it with my cock head so it could push inside. It took two, or three goes, before she could push down, taking my cock in one go.

She cried out with pain and took a second before she began to pump on it, slowly.

"Oh my god, fuck him girl!" Jack shouted.

He had the better view. She was laid on me, spread eagled, her tits were bouncing at each rhythmic thrust. The darkness seemed to highlight the black of her bush, it seemed to have a sheen to it that gleamed silver in the poor light.

She lay further back, so she was almost flat on me, supporting herself on her elbows. This meant she couldn't move much, and I was almost pinned to the ground. Then I felt strong hands move my legs and Jack move with only one thing on his mind. I felt every movement as he pushed his cock in her and began a slow fuck. Sweat from Jack dripped onto Ruth and joined hers to run onto me at the bottom. It made the sensations even more erotic, it gave us all a feeling of closeness, a special friendship to share such personal pleasure. Our bodies were one, we were one. As he moved to gather momentum for orgasm I felt his cock, which was only separated by a layer of skin, tense up reading for the pleasure. I felt each twitch, sensed how deep he went and how it seemed to have grown thicker as he fucked her.

We were so close I felt the vein in his cock tense and then the heat as his spunk rushed into her as both of them moaned with extacy. Exhausted he pulled out, I felt the drip of cum onto my leg.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"No. I've had enough. You finish off." She answered, lifting off my cock.

"Get on your knee's" I commanded. She complied.

The gaping hole of her arse looked amazing. It was wide open. Jack made a comment I couldn't hear fully, my attention was elsewhere. I maneuvered behind her. She was a little high, so I pulled her legs open wider, then slammed my dick in. Once deep inside I knew I wouldn't slip out, so I began to fuck it. Slowly at first, gathering speed till I was almost in a frenzy. I slapped her right arse cheek hard; she cried out in shock, but I still slammed into her. I took an age, revelling in the sensations, feeling superior, as if a cock in her arse gave me some kind of superpower.

I bent over her, grabbing at her tits as I thrusted in and out, squeezing them hard, feasting on their ripeness. As the feeling welled up in me, my balls began to twitch. I was almost out of breath and close to collapsing when the well of ejaculation moved to its fullness. Like an ape-man I roared as I pumped cum inside her, carrying on thrusting well after I had finished, causing both holes to be lathered. At last, I sat back, gasping for breath.

Jack lay a hand on each of her buttocks, pulling them apart.

"No more, I can't take any more." Ruth protsted.

"Let me clean you up." Jack whispered.

I watched as he sucked at the cum dripping from both holes. He used his tongue to clean up everything from her. When he'd finished Ruth moved onto the sofa and lay down.

"I need to sleep now." She said softly. We all did.

I woke first, it was close to ten in the morning. Jack was asleep in a chair but opened his eyes and winked. I gave him a huge grin in return.

"You two are in a different class." Jack said. "I've done some shit in my time, with groupies and the like, but sucking cum from your friend's wife's arse is something else."

"I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for a month." Ruth added with a yawn. She turned to me looking guilty. I smiled back.