We are an English couple, who have been married for nearly ten years, living and working in a fairly typical English city. While the early days of our relationship was filled with hot hungry fucking, things have tamed down over the years, much to my disappointment, but oh well, I guess that's what happens over time. At least the love and friendship is still as strong.
It's not as if my desire for my sexy little wife Sam has diminished, her body still stirs me every time she is close. Her long dark hair, framing her youthful face (you would never guess she is just over thirty), falls down to her chest, which draws the eyes to her pale white complexion, her large soft breasts begging for attention. I can never resist a squeeze of her full arse whenever she passes me at home, and her always so wet pussy just demands attention.
I guess Sam just started to think that sex while fun wasn't the be all and end all, and was becoming something for 'special occasions', after all married couples don't fuck like animals do they? As I found my sex drive just as high as ever, and not wanting to cheat, I found myself drawn to the varied porn available on the internet, pictures, video, stories, and chatting to like minded sexually open women on the internet. When I found my new favourite story site, I was drawn like a moth to a candle to the 'slut wife' section. Just the combination of words got my heart beating; just imagine having a wife who was a true slut, who lived for sex, hot dirty sex at that. I guess a lot of guys might let jealousy stop them enjoying the fantasies I found in the stories, but I could understand the sexuality of the slut wife stories; that love and friendship doesn't have to be lost if the sexual self is shared. I myself am no submissive, so didn't understand the 'cuckold' stories where men wanted their wives to dominate and humiliate them, I much preferred the stories where the couples where equal, the wife fucking about with the husbands permission.
Those stories kept me hot and horny for months… years even. They fuelled my own fantasies, those where my lovely yet conservative wife loses her inhibitions, learning to enjoy her body in every way imaginable, becoming a cum eating whore – oh yes my fantasies turned my wife into the dirtiest slut imaginable, and those fantasises made me cum he strongest.
These fantasies where just that, and never intruded on my relationship with my wife, I would never dare force that issue. Yes we had used some fantasy in our love making, with me sometime suggesting that Sam was being watched by a stranger, or she was teasing men with her body, but I could never take it any further, not wanting to risk the marriage, after all, my wife is no slut, is she…
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Another weekend, another hard week at work for us both, which we thought would be best relieved with a few beers and a film.
"Shall I invite Charles round tonight? You know that Christine and he split up the other week, I guess he must be going stir crazy in that flat of his." I ask Sam, thinking that I've got enough beer for three. Sam and Charles have known each other almost as long as I've been with Sam, and have always got on, so I knew she wouldn't mind spending the evening cheering him up.
"Of course, no need to ask Chris, as long as you two guys don't do the blokes thing and ignore me all night!" Sam teases, knowing what we've been like in the past.
"Cross my heart, this won't be a blokes only night. We won't spend the night drinking and watching porn," I grin.
"Not without me anyway," she laughed back, pinching my bum as she triumphantly passes me, knowing how she had probably shocked me into submission.
Shaking my head in amusement I turn and watch her arse, wondering if that's an extra wiggle she's putting on for me. 'Little minx' I think to myself, if only she would spend the evening watching porn just with me, let alone with company.
A quick phone call later it's all arranged, Charles will arrive at 7pm, bringing more booze and a couple of films with him. I busy myself preparing for an evening in, make sure the beer is cold and the nibbles are prepared. The only thing that's missing is Sam, which I suddenly realise while I've got my head in the fridge.
"Sam. Sam?" I shout upstairs, "Where are you hiding?" My calls are met with silence, so as I'm about to go up and drag Sam downstairs, I hear her walking down to join me. Hearing her behind me I glance back, and then have to do a double take, as Sam has really gone to town.
"Well hello sexy," I coo, and I mean it. Sam's spent some time on her appearance tonight, her hair put up in curls, lips bright red and inviting. Her cotton summer dress hugging her curves, buttoned all down the front.
"Like what you see Mister?" Sam says, giving me a twirl, her body covered but accentuated with the thin cotton dress.
"Very nice. I can't wait till I get you alone, you're going to drive me crazy every time I look at you. Charles is going to spend all evening with a hard-on he can't do anything about," I joke, waiting for Sam to tell me off. To my surprise Sam's only reaction is to giggle, running her hands down her dress, smoothing imaginary creases while letting her fingers tease her breasts.
"Do you think so darling?" she asks me, stepping closer so that her breasts push against my chest. "Do you really think men think I'm sexy? And don't tell me that you do, because that doesn't count, you have to say it!" she pouts, looking up into my eyes.
"Are you joking, every man would love to get their hands on you!" I add to my words with my actions, letting my hands slip around Sam's waist, gently squeezing her full arse cheeks. I can feel her warm firm flesh through her dress, enjoying the sensation, before realising that I cannot feel the material of panties. "Oh you naughty girl, what have you got on under there?". I have no more time to push the matter, as we are interrupted by the sound of the door bell.
Sam's eyes sparkle with humour as she twirls out of my arms, running out of the kitchen to rush to get the door, but as she steps through the door I'm sure I hear her laugh "That's for you guys to find out," I'm sure I must have misheard, but my heart still misses a beat and I feel the blood start to flow into my cock, just with the hope that this evening could turn into something far more interesting than I was expecting. Bringing myself to my senses I fill a cold box with beers and follow Sam into the lounge, where I find her already greeting Charles with a peck on his cheek.
"Watcha mate, make yourself at home why don't you?" I joke, passing an embarrassed Charles a beer, taking his offering from him. "What delights have you brought us tonight then?" I ask, while pulling several DVDs and more beer from his bag. I know Charles too well, and he's not let me down, the movie selection he's brought is your typical 'blokes' selection. "Well Sam, you'll be pleased to know Charles has thought of you and brought some sensitive works of art with him. You have the magnificent choice of Terminator 3, or, I'm afraid to say, Lord of the G-strings. Charles, only you mate!" I laugh, expecting Sam to make us select something from our own film collection.
"Sorry Chris, I just wasn't thinking," Charles starts to apologise, but is cut short by Sam.
"Well I'm not watching that violent trash, but this could be fun," Sam says taking the dodgy porn title from my hands. "You know I like Lord of the Rings, and it'll be funny to see what they've done with it."
"Well if you really think so Sam, I doubt it's ever going to win as many Oscars as the original." Laughing at Charles' discomfort I hand Sam our beers and perform the hosts job of setting up the DVD.
I hear Sam talking to Charles while I tinker with the TV. "You don't have to sit on the floor Charles, that sofa is designed for three people you know. It's Chris' fault we don't have another chair in here, you know he likes it all minimal."
"Hey I just like open space, I don't want it all cluttered," I retaliate, joining Sam and Charles on the sofa. Sam's right though, we did want a chair we could both spread out on, and there's plenty of room for Sam to lie across the sofa, head on my lap, with Charles sitting the other end. "This is the life eh mate?" I toast, knocking back my beer.
As expected the film is pretty terrible. But it does allow for lots of laughter, as we all joke about the acting ability of the 'stars'. I do wonder how uncomfortable Sam feels sitting with two men watching soft porn, but she doesn't seem to be phased, in fact she's drinking beer and laughing as hard as any of us. As the film goes on, the naked bodies are having some effect, and I cannot hide the erection from Sam. She grins up at me, cheekily giving it a squeeze when she's sure Charles isn't watching. The amount of chatting starts to drop, as we all start to concentrate more on the soft focus fucking. I'm not the only one shifting uncomfortably, I know that Charles is sitting with his legs crossed to hide his own excitement. I'm surprised to hear the odd murmur of appreciate from Sam, as she seems to be sliding her legs against each other, as I know she does as her pussy starts to heat up. As the credits run at the end of the film, the sexual tension in the room is definitely building, and I start to wonder if Sam will want to get rid of Charles so she can jump on me.
Sam is the first to speak, breaking the breathy silence. "Well that was quite fun, it did make me laugh. Although I can't really see the point, you couldn't really see much could you? I mean, if we're going to watch porn, I want to see some hard cock!" Sam tells us in a matter of fact way, Charles and I hardly know where to look, as it's hardly the sort of thing we'd expect her to come out with. "Oh come on guys, stop acting the prudes! You know exactly what I mean. I'm sure you want to see more than a couple of girls rubbing their tits and thighs don't you?" Sam continues, teasing us unmercifully.
While I think of something witty to say Charles' brain kicks in first. "Well I'm sure if we ask nicely Chris will bring down something from his private collection, won't you Chris? That is, if you think you can handle it Sam?" he challenges, his mischievous side daring Sam to back up her words.
"Oh I'm up for much more than you know Charles," Sam laughs, turning to me she winks, and turning back to Charles she continues "Chris, why don't you go and get us more beer, and the strongest DVD you have, and we'll see who is the prude."
I almost run out of the room, trying to hide my obvious bulge, Sam's boldness exciting me far more than the film had. I rush upstairs, picking out something that I'd love Sam to watch, a hardcore gang bang movie, where the female star takes on all lots of men in every way possible. I've probably got harder, but I'm pretty sure this will challenge Sam's limits, and also the theme might be suggestive, especially as Charles will be sitting there with us.
