"Look in the classified section," cried Lucy as she fumbled to loosen the cord of her robe. "It must be in there!"
Two weeks ago, my wife Lucy and myself had decided that we had talked about her fantasy enough and it was time to do something about it. We had carefully designed an advertisement, and after a lot of consideration, had finally e-mailed it to the "contacts" section of an adult magazine that we subscribe to. Lucy was getting more and more excited as we sat on the bed and paged through the current edition. I guess I was teasing her a little, slowly turning page after page depicting male and female models in various stages of undress before I eventually arrived at the classified section. I scanned the page slowly, looking for our advertisement, Lucy also looking over my shoulder. She was quicker than I, and with a squeal she pointed to a familiar looking box advert.
"There it is! Look! Look!"
I followed her finger. The first thing I saw was the photograph of Lucy that we had submitted with the ad. Although, when submitting the picture, we had obscured her beautiful face, the long shapely legs, large pendulous breasts and golden blonde hair, unmistakable belonged to my wife of twelve years. It seemed weird to look at the photograph of Lucy in all her glory, and then to glance sideways and see the real thing through the front of her now open robe. The text of the advert followed the photo:
*Abuse me while my husband watches! 36 year old married lady seeks W/E male to use and abuse her with husbands full consent. Any age considered. Must be discreet.*
Our e-mail address followed at the foot of the advert.
I re-checked the wording to make sure it was correct before my eyes were inevitable drawn back to Lucy's picture.
"You look like a real slut in that photo!" I remarked.
"Good! That's what I wanted. Lets hope it has the desired effect!
Dropping the magazine on the bed, I turned to kiss her. She was trembling all over and as her lips parted to accept my darting tongue. I put my hand to her breast and felt the flushed heat there, her nipples hard as pebbles and pointing angrily upwards. I felt her heat build as I let my hand drift downwards towards her groin. I touched the front of her panties, my fingers immediately damp from the moisture seeping into the garment. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst, and as Lucy grasped my shaft and lowered her head towards my glans, I gratefully lay back and began to enjoy a slow, blissful blow job.
We made love three times that night and I climaxed every time. Lucy has a thing about being fucked in her pussy while a vibrator is pushed into her tight ass, but for our last fuck of the night I turned it around. With her lying on her back and her legs back over her head, I pushed her favourite pink vibrator deep into her vagina whilst I slowly eased my own eight inches into her rectum. Lucy went into convulsions as soon as I was inside her, orgasming almost constantly. It was as much as I could do to keep her still enough for me to fuck her, I managed by holding her down with one hand while I used the other to work the vibrator deep inside her pussy as I fucked her in the ass. Her writhing and convulsions were too much for me to take, and even after two previous climaxes, I quickly shot my third load deep into her butt. We both fell asleep to the thoughts of fulfilling Lucy's dark, submissive fantasies.
Over the following week we checked our e-mail daily (I think that Lucy checked it more frequently when I was out at work!). We had many replies to our advert. A lot were obviously from younger, single guys who commented on my wife's photo in crude terms and expressed their desire to "fuck her wet cunt" and "ram their twelve inches deep into a multitude of her holes!" It was not until the second week that a message finally arrived that we both thought looked interesting. The sender claimed to be in his early forties. His name was Frank, married and with an above average endowment. He continued in a casual but easy style informing both Lucy and myself that he and also his wife, would be happy to undertake the task, but that it was important that they would take control of the whole situation. The message concluded by attaching photographs of Frank and his wife Jen.
Lucy was overjoyed, and I had to admit, that whilst I am not particularly submissive myself, It would be great to let someone else direct the proceedings. Also, the thought of a second female on the scene, brightened my outlook on the whole thing!
Over the next few days, e-mails were sent backwards and forwards between us. We learned that Frank and Jen lived only a short distance away and were experienced in the whole swinging scene. Frank was very dominant, but Jen was happy to go either way; she was used to submitting to her husband, but could easily take control of another male of female if the situation arose. Everybody seemed happy with the situation, so arrangements were made for them to come to our home the following weekend.
During the week before they arrived, Lucy was like a bitch in constant heat. On more than one occasion she greeted me at the front door on my return from work wearing nothing but a smile! On the first occasion she simply dropped to her knees in the hallway and immediately pulled out my cock and started sucking. She took me so deep into her throat that I thought she would choke and when I climaxed, she swallowed without spilling so much as a drop. The second time, she pulled me by the hand into the kitchen, and bending over the sink, begged me to fuck her as hard as I could. Always happy to oblige my slut of a wife, I fucked her with jack hammer speed, twisting and turning as I thrust and pinching her hard nipples until she orgasmed. No matter how many times we fucked that week, she still begged for more!
Finally Saturday evening came around; the evening of our first meeting with our new friends. We all ate a light meal that Lucy had prepared and then retired to our comfortable lounge. We sat and drank some brandy, the alcohol slowly removing any doubts or inhibitions that Lucy or I might have had. Frank chatted easily, putting us at our ease. He sat next to Lucy on our large sofa while I relaxed in an easy chair with Jen sitting cross-legged on the floor beside me. The conversation throughout the evening had been mainly small-talk but of a sexual nature and I could see that Lucy was becoming more and more animated; crossing and uncrossing her legs and not being able to really sit still for more than a few seconds at a time. Frank obviously realised this as well because the chit-chat abruptly stopped and the tone of his voice changed.
"Lucy," he said simply. "The time has come for us to see your body. Please strip your clothes off NOW."
He didn't sound harsh or crude, but more controlled, more deliberate. It was obvious that he was not to be disobeyed.
Without a word Lucy rose from the sofa and began unbuttoning her blouse. The rest of us watched in anticipation as she slipped the garment from her shoulders and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her mid-length, black skirt was next. The room was so quiet that, as she lowered the side zipper the sound almost echoed around the lounge. Lucy had not worn stockings and now stood before us in panties, bra and high heeled sandals. She looked a picture and I bristled with pride as we all looked on. Frank now rose from his seat and started to circle the standing Lucy, touching her every now and then and commenting as though he were inspecting her. As he moved behind her he made a deft movement and my wife's bra was on the floor exposing her ample chest to our eyes. Instinctively, Lucy's hands went to cover her chest but were quickly pulled back down to her sides by Frank.
"Did I say you could move your hands, slut?" Frank's voice of authority boomed out.
"N..n..no. I'm sorry..Sir." Lucy replied lowering her head and keeping her arms firmly by her sides. She was obviously loving the dominance and really enjoying her part as the submissive.
Another exact movement from Frank brought her panties down to her ankles and she now stood naked but for her sexy shoes. While all this had been going on, I had begun to develop quite an erection. Jen had realised this and positioned herself, still cross-legged on the floor, between my legs with her back to me. My arms were resting on the sides of my chair and I felt her reach back and, taking them in her hands, drape the over her shoulders. In this position, my hands fell over her shoulders and rested on her firm but large breasts still covered by a low cut sweater. Her hands closed over mine and began to encourage me to gently squeeze the large globes through the woolen fabric. I heard her groan slightly as I started to massage them. As I gently rubbed the hardening nipples I became aware that her breasts were naked under the sweater and my erection grew another notch.
As I squeezed Jen's tits, we watched the action unfold in front of us. Frank, obviously satisfied with his inspection of Lucy's body, now stood behind her and faced her towards us. He had one hand wrapped around her chest and seemed to be imitating my own actions as he quite roughly squeezed her breasts. He paid special attention to her large nipples as they hardened under his touch. His other hand had circled around her upper left thigh and was pulling her legs open to reveal her trimmed pussy. Lucy had her eyes tight shut and groaned slightly as his fingers opened her damp labia. Her eyes flew open in shock. We all heard a resounding smack as Frank's palm came into contact with her buttocks.
