(un) Married Sex Life #4

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With drippy Dom behind us, in our Third Year at Bristol, Kate and I were still enjoying a typical student relationship and looking more "on" than "off". But still, I guess, our immaturity flashed through the settled domesticity and by second term after Christmas we had split (rugby commitments and too much lad time never helped) and were going through a just friends stage. Kate seemed to be making a point and actually neither of us dated anyone else as we were also trying to study for final exams.

I suppose that celibacy started to wear and gave rise to our sexiest night to that point, building on my conflicting emotional approach to jealousy around competing admirers. I loved that other men wanted to be with Kate, and I thrilled to staking my claim with her. But at the same time, like with Dom, her part second year boyfriend, I was excruciatingly jealous of their relationship: it gave real piquancy to my feelings for Kate. She explains even now that she just wanted to be treated right, and was also so sensuously affected by her youthful hormones: she loved boys and just liked being with them, if not quite sleeping with them (all).

Anyway, during the previous year, Kate had been up seeing me at home in Surrey and we had got to know my group of school mates including one of my best mate's, Allan, a high achieving student with a bit of a booze problem and a big woman problem. He was a shagger of note!

We all got on as a gang that summer, but what I didn't realise was that Allan had set his sights on Kate. Allan and I had been school together and he was very sporty and successful, intending a career in corporate law. He had a succession of girlfriends at school and notably got laid in our final year much to our impressed admiration.

That summer was trips to the beach, nights in the pub and clubbing in nearby Guildford. Allan was always attentive to Kate who as always liked boys and their company and may have given Allan the impression that she was open to his advances by mistake. Kate is the kind of woman who will come and sit on your knee to talk to you but it doesn't mean she wants to fuck you: she can be careless and a bit naive about her body language and actually still is even in her 50's.

Anyway, at some point that summer, while we were all merry at a barbecue by the river, and dripping wet from swimming, he tried to snog her after a slow dance and she parried his advances. I was no aware of his attempted snog, but Kate told me all back at my house in bed. She was randy as hell and I reflected that a) Allan's ham fisted seduction had turned her on and b) her being turned on, turned me on. That night she fucked me hard and I reflected on that classic Tom Jones line: You pump the tires, but I ride the bike!

It was therefore, interesting when Kate and I were on a relationship break that Allan invited us down for a night out in Bath where he was at university.

She and I scooted down in her Golf and I hoped that with a few drinks, I could get our relationship back on track....at least in the bedroom.

When we got to Allan's gaff, a large top floor student flat in the centre of town near the station, Allan was all hugs and kisses to Kate and his usual best mate's routine with me. I was, of course, suspicious and on guard but enjoyed the jealous frisson of seeing them embrace.

His two flat mates were there and I spotted them giving each other knowing looks when we were introduced. "Oh, you're THAT Kate" they said in so many words and appraised Kate in all her sporty, blond perkiness. I wondered if they gave me pitying looks as the unprepared victim but I this added to my competitive desire to hold on to Kate and her delicious ass!

They had cooked us the usual big pasta meal and his mates' girlfriends came over to join the party and to meet "The Kate" which still struck me as a bit much considering they had only met once that summer before. Allan later confessed he had become obsessed by Kate and kept boring his mates about her and his feelings....while nonetheless banging a succession of other girls at university!

I was corralled by the two girls in chat while Allan at the other end of the table fully engaged with Kate in what was clearly a very funny conversation. As they laughed and the wine went down, Kate suddenly started twiddling her hair and focusing on Allan. Uh oh, I thought somewhat sulkily, she is now really getting into this guy. I was clearly being distracted by his mates running interference and trying to give Allan more time with Kate on their own and this carried on as we left the flat and went to a student club/ pub to carry on the night.

We danced all evening and integrated with Allan's mates who plied us with drinks and joked about how well Allan and Kate got on. She did check in with me, however, which clearly irked Allan and she did dance with Allan and I equally, a taster of what was to come as it turns out! The drinks did not dull jealousy but I just found myself more and more aroused each time they danced, so tightly their crotches seemed attached to each other. Kate was so turned on I sensed the dampness steaming from her gusset. When we danced, her eyes had that drunken lust look that told me she was very turned on.

It was the end of the night and the lights were now on, everyone has started to leave.

Me, Allan and Kate left together and caught a taxi not far from the club, abandoning the rest of Allan's mates who were off to a flat party. It worked out that I sat in the front seat as I was the one who waved down the taxi, Allan and Kate got into the back.

The taxi driver and I talked about all sorts ranging from football), to music but the conversation naturally died without any sorts of contribution from Kate or Allan, once I realised they hadn't been talking I turned my head to see that they had been snogging for probably the entire time, Allan's hand awfully close, high up her thigh.

The driver noticed and asked "Are you two in the back ok?". Kate and Allan stopped kissing and laughed. I was livid but Kate leaned forward and touched my shoulder. I had no idea what was going on. Memorably, the driver asked me if we all lived together to which I say no and that I'm just visiting with my girlfriend for the weekend. "Where is she at tonight then?" the driver asked.

I hear Kate let out a little laugh as I explained she was in the back seat. Kate who stopped kissing Allan, just holding his hand that rested on her thigh. Almost as awkward as me, the taxi driver laughed "Right, ok." which was thankfully the end of the conversation for the rest of the journey.

We arrived back at Allan's student flat on the very top floor. I remember that the walk up was miles and conversation sparse -- a kind of sexual tension had started to cut through the alcohol buzz.

Once in the flat, Kate scampered to the loo and left Allan and I together. I asked him what the fuck we were doing and he just smiled and put his hand on my shoulder and just told me to relax. Then, when Kate returned Allan and I went for a slash in the bathroom and, oddly, but naturally at the same time, we both took a pee at the same time in the toilet! It broke the ice and I got a chance to see his dick for first time since school, and realised with some pride that he was smaller than me, at least when peeing!

On returning to the lounge, Kate was sat in the middle of the sofa and with a bottle of Jack Daniels she had found in the kitchen. We sat either side of her, after Allan stuck on some suitable romantic mixed tape. After that it was a blur of hands, and tongues. Kate was obviously massively turned on and had decided to have us both, either together or one after the other.

As I kissed her, I slipped my hand under her t shirt only to find Allan's hand on the other side groping her left breast! I slapped it away causing a commotion under her T Shirt and making us all laugh. Then, he put his hand on her crotch and started to press her vulva with the flat of his hand over her jeans. Kate's hips started to shift now pressing back against his palm. She stopped kissing me and turned to kiss Allan while I slipped her breast out of her bra and started to tease her nipple with my tongue.

Kate was by now mewling and rubbing both our dicks through our jeans, getting us very hard. This carried on for a while until, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand into the familiar crinkle of her pubic mound and then dipped my fingers into what was now her sopping pussy. Experience taught me that I could frig her with my middle finger while gently rubbing her clitoris which started to make her buck in the seat, and she returned to kissing me. Her mouth tasted of whisky and of Allan and her eyes were narrowed in a lustful possession.

Kate just managed to whisper the word "bed" and Allan and I stood, pulled her upright and followed Allan to his bedroom. Kate put her arm round me to steady herself and held her jeans up with the other hand.

The bedroom was remarkably large, looking more like a bow windowed front room, with light flooding in from the street lamps. The bed was likewise surprisingly large, the legacy of the no doubt well heeled landlord. Kate immediately wriggled out of her jeans and stood in the middle of the room in t-shirt and matching floral underwear set (see a trend in her taste here?). Allan immediately closed in on her and she helped get Allan's jeans off: she knelt and smoothed down his boxers revealing his dick, now hard roughly as long as mine but thinner with a narrowed glans. I saw it up close myself later and was able to catch it in all its glory. Allan pulled off his clothes and she told him: "You wait there...".

Kate waved me over and told me to undress her so then as I stripped her my gnawing jealousy came back. I was about to expose my naked but much loved ex-girlfriend to my best mate, and watch her get fucked, however, my dick is rock solid. She kissed me and undid my jeans as I stripped. I remember that there was the moment of no return which was both unbelievably distressing and sexy at the same time. She shrugged off her bra, wriggled off her knickers, and taking our hands led us to the bed.

I have replayed this erotic highlight so often in my mind, the details have been embedded and maybe imagined in nearly 40 years of recall, but the essence is how we both still remember it.

We ended up on the bed with Kate in the middle, her beautiful freckled face with a lustful glow, her dirt blond bobbed hair framing it all. Allan slid over to her left and I lay on her right, giving my own right hand the scope to wander freely over her body. This was the first time any of us had had a threesome so real estate and space was at a premium. Allan and I both nuzzled her and let our tongues rove. This was familiar terrain for me and, though we had not been an item in months, Kate and I clicked back easily. I used this to my advantage -- Allan was a competitor and I knew wanted to have a relationship with Kate and I was not about to give that up easily.

I slid down her and she instinctively opened her legs wider to me to bury my face in her tight blond curls, probing her glistening labia with my tongue and parting them up and down to settle on her clit with very light touches. Throughout, our married life my original Cosmo tip of licking each letter of the alphabet on your partner's labia has worked magic on Kate and it did so that night. She tangled her hands in my hair and rested the flat of her feet on my shoulders, allowing me full access.

Allan was now side-lined and so moved up cock in hand and held it close to Kate's face. She opened her eyes and smiled closing her mouth around his dick. He didn't know her preferred style and grabbing the back of her head pushed her hard onto his cock, her nose pressed into his pubes. Kate gagged and pulled back telling him not to do that before starting again to lick and nibble his straining glans.

I was getting really turned on by how hot it was as she moaned at every grasp of air she had from sucking on his dick while I ate her out. For 10 minutes or so she rose and fell on my mouth while stroking Allan's cock and cradling his balls. Allan was at the grunting stage with his ball sack visibly tight. Kate was getting wetter and wetter as I inserted my thumb to her pussy and middle finger pressing her bum hole.

My frigging gradually picked up the pace as I licked her clit but it doesn't last long as her legs began to shake and her breathing became more intense: Kate came on my face. I heard her pick up the pace of sucking on Allan's dick, before he suddenly withdrew with a plop and lay back. He urged, dragged her on top, and I realised I was about to watch my best mate slide his prick into my future wife's soaking wet cunt.

I sat up as Kate positioned his dick at her entrance, and she slowly descended onto it, trying to hold her breath until she bottomed out on his shaft, impaled to the hilt. Kate did make that contorted face that I have seen a few times before as she took the first few inches, gasping in ecstasy as Allan pressed his new prick into her tight pussy.

With Allan fully stretched inside her vagina, Kate began to kiss him and clenched her pussy walls around his girth. Suddenly, at that point, Allan started to gasp, and then out of nowhere he came inside Kate as she looked at him with surprise, amusement and delight at the irresistible nature of her sex technique! Allan was stunned at his over excitement and apologised for the briefness of the encounter! He slumped back in the bed looking crestfallen, his arm folded over his brow.

I seized my moment. I lay on my back and pulled Kate onto me, telling Allan to watch for a prefect demonstration how it should be done. Kate shrieked in a laugh but nonetheless threw her legs either side of me and guided my dick into her glistening pussy in the usual way. It was SO hot and SO wet with Allan's jizz flooding my prick. He started to thrust as Kate got into her stride on top. This makes her come so easily and it was not long before she was leaning back, grabbing my knees and bucking her hips as she came on my cock, pressed hard up inside her.

I told her to change positions and Kate instantly got off as I got up and went round the back of her, putting her on all fours facing Allan. I pushed into her, with some help from Kate, tilting her hips and curving her back to allow me to slide deep inside. I started to pump her from behind, my thigh slapping against her bum and my balls swinging against her clitoris. Kate was fully focused on how good it felt as I pounded her pussy faster and harder than before. She looked at Allan as I rode her -- she encouraged him to reload and they would try again when I was finished.

But she struggled to keep her moans in as she gasped in ecstasy. She climaxed again with me deep inside and I felt my own orgasm rising. Kate was pushing back and grabbing the bed sheets as I pounded into her quivering depths, she tried to clench me with her pussy, but she was tired now and well fucked. I felt myself cumming and told her causing Kate to push her ass back harder onto my dick. Then I came, reclaiming her pussy once more, flooding her with jet after jet of hot semen -- she gasped saying she could really feel how hard it was and what a huge load that was. I was pretty pleased with myself, when I withdrew from her wetness, leaving her face down in the bed, her bum in the air, panting and red faced. Allan gave us a slightly deflated smile of congratulation and we slumped on to the bed beside him.

"Allan, darling, would you be able to get some tissue paper for us, I can't see any up here." Kate asked. She snuggled with me and clamped her leg together to prevent the flow of cum onto the bed. Allan reappeared with some toilet paper and Kate started to clean her bits, my bits then poorAllan who looked very down.

So, we fell asleep in that position: Kate lying across my chest with her bum towards Allan, who spooned insecurely with her. It was hot so no bedclothes were needed. I was feeling pretty epic and never happier as I had taken on a potential competitor and won hands down so that he was getting Kate's arse and back while she cuddled me.

That said, things were on the up for Allan later about 4am. I was finally deeply asleep when I was aware of movement from Kate. In the bright glow of the streetlights, I could see he face beside mine eyes open and mouth slightly agape -- she was gently rocking against me which was nice, then I realised her left leg was slightly raised and Allan was fucking her from behind, his dick inserted shallowly in her vagina just ever so slightly moving. Kate mouthed a whisper to me that Allan was fucking her -- I asked if she was fine and she nodded slowly looking me right in the eyes.

He started to pump her faster and deeper, bringing he legs up between her thighs and across me. She raised her own leg higher to give him more access and closed her eyes. She was breathing deeply through her half open mouth.

I asked Allan if that was good, and he grunted acknowledgement while not reducing his pace. Eventually, Kate rolled back towards Allan, who made way and climbed over her and between her legs, sliding back into her in one thrust in the Missionary position. I lay on my side and watched the two of them make love. Allan was fully recovered and his confidence was back. Kate was once more being ploughed into the mattress and her appetite that night was insatiable. They never broke their deep kiss as he pressed down on her ploughing deep inside her and thrusting steadily and slowly, but deeply. Kate was mewling needfully as he fucked her for what seemed like ages.

I did not interfere but just quietly stroked myself hard again watching this beautiful streetlight bathed scene. Eventually, Allan went up on his arms and slowed -- he told her he was close to cumming and so erotically, she said to go ahead just "fill me up". Allan thrust hard and I saw him go rigid as his buttocks tightened and he came, gasping, shooting his second load inside Kate's receptive cunt.

She stroked his back and moaned quietly as he bucked again and again unloading inside her. feeling his warmth fill her insides, plastering the walls of her vagina. Thank the lord for birth control as he myst surely have impregnated her being so copious and so deep. They kissed for a long time and Allan seemed really moved by it all. He withdrew slowly, his wet cock swinging free, and slipped to her side. Kate sat up to go the loo, cupping her hand under her pussy to catch the load now dripping out of her.

Allan lay back on the bed his hands folded behind his head and looked at the roof. He was lost in thought and told me later down the years that he knew at that point she had led him fuck her again out of kindness and lust but not love or passion. He knew he had no chance with her in the long term.

Kate finished her pee and returned to bed waddling and complaining that it felt like someone seemed to have stuffed several carrots up inside her! I pointed out that I had not had the chance to cum again and she pouted saying poor baby and proceeded to give me the best blow job I had ever had to that point. It last ages and she worked her mouth so hard until I was close to blowing my wad. At that point, she stopped climbed on top, lowered her self easily down on to my cock and started to rock her hips. I lasted 30 seconds before cumming inside her as she giggled and rubbed noses and snuggled my ear. She slid off begging for peace and fell asleep again between us.

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