Pulling my car up outside the garage my eyes flick up to the rear view mirror, seeing the automatic gates closing I turn off the engine. I climb out of my car and look at the other cars parked. Cars, plural. My wife's car is here, but there is another car that I don't recognise. Shrugging my shoulders I walk to the house, thinking to myself that it must be a friend of my wife's.
Entering the house through the front door I pause in the hallway. I'm listening, trying to work out where Molly is. No chatting coming from the sitting room, so I head to the right, past the dining room and into the kitchen. Nothing. No Molly, no friend, no drinks on the breakfast bar.
"Must be outside," I mutter out loud, and I head back down the hallway towards the stairs. I take the stairs two at a time, pulling at my tie, I can't wait to get this monkey suit off. At the top of the stairs, I go left towards the master bedroom. My wife loves our bedroom, situated over the sitting room, it's quiet with beautiful views over the English countryside. My mind is quickly going over my plans for tomorrow, so that I can switch off and enjoy a relaxing evening.
I open the bedroom door and that's as far as I get. My feet are stuck fast to the carpet, my body instantly tensing as I take in the sight before me.
My wife is on her knees at the side of our bed, with some bloke's dick in her mouth! I have two thoughts pushing for domination in my mind. "What the fuck does she think she is doing?" is one thought and the other is "Holy shit, she's done it!"
Like most couples, we've talked about our sexual fantasies. We've even acted a few out: sex in a public place, going to a lap dancing club together, picking each other up in a bar. But this is on a whole other level. This is a fantasy we both share, that we've had fantastic sex after talking about. But ironing out the wrinkles, making it possible, well, I didn't think we were quite there. To be fair, we did discuss it only last week, and she did say she had found someone and was sorting it out. But then she stripped off her clothes and dangled some handcuffs from her finger and all sensible thought was gone.
And now here I am, standing in the doorway of my bedroom, trying to process what I'm seeing.
I repeat, again, that my wife is giving some bloke I have never seen before, a blowjob, a fucking blowjob! I'm not sure if I make some kind of noise or if Molly just sees some movement from the doorway, but she looks over towards me and slowly slides her mouth up and dick and releases it.
She smiles at me and rises to her feet. It's now I notice that she is wearing the full gear. Black, lace bra, matching knickers, suspender belt with garters holding up black stockings and of course, black fuck-me shoes. Smiling she sensually walks over to me, swaying her hips, eyes bright with lust, lips parted. She stops in front of me, puts her hands on my chest, and presses her lips against mine. Some part of my brain is screaming at me that those lips were wrapped around someone's cock just a few seconds ago, and as she pushes her tongue into my mouth, I'm wondering if I can taste him on her tongue.
Just as I'm about to push her off of me, I catch sight of the strange man in my bedroom. He is facing us, a broad smile on his face. He looks happy and relaxed. And his dick is in his fist pumping himself.
The heady rush that I always get when we talk about adding a third person, hits me hard. Growling deep in my chest, my hand flies up to Molly's head, a grab a handful of hair in my fist and take over the kiss. My mouth is dominating hers, as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My once flaccid dick is now getting hard. I can almost feel the blood rushing to my cock, and I feel strong and powerful. This is my wife and I'm going to call the shots.
I pull her mouth away from mine and look her straight in the eye. "Hello, Molly. Do you want to introduce me to your friend?"
She nervously licks her lips, she knows this is where our fantasy can actually become a nightmare. "Rob, honey. This is Gavin, he's Maria's cousin."
I look over at Gavin. He's a good looking bloke, I'd say about six or seven years older than me, slightly greying hair. He looks like he keeps himself in good shape and I have to admit I'm secretly pleased to see his dick is no longer than mine, in fact I think mine is a little thicker.
I nod my head at him in greeting. "I think you are neglecting your guest, honey," I say pushing her away from me.
I can see the relief on her face, as she quickly kisses me on the mouth and turns to walk back over to Gavin. She quickly looks at me before stepping up against Gavin's body and kissing him.
Not taking my eyes off of them, I cross the bedroom to the armchair and start removing my suit. My dick feels hot and heavy, I don't think I have ever felt so aware that it's there. I cross the room again and crawl up onto the bed. Patting the mattress beside me I call out, "Molly, get your arse over here."
She quickly complies, lying next to me, face flushed and breathing heavily. Her tits have never looked better, they're heaving with every breath she takes, I can see a flush of pink all over her chest and her hard nipples are poking through the lace of her bra. I run my hand across the top of her chest and she shivers. I place my hand around her throat, she relaxes her head back, elongating her neck, allowing me to get a good grip. I squeeze slightly and her eyes flutter.
While Molly and I don't have a Dom/sub relationship, I am a dominant man, especially in the bedroom. And while Molly is my equal in most things, she gets off on being told what to do when having sex.
"Oh, Molly. What am I going to do with you?" I ask her, "You've brought a strange man into our bedroom and he's had his dick in your mouth." I give her moment to ponder this while keeping a little pressure on her throat.
"I'm going to return the favour. I'm going to let him eat my pussy," I grip her neck tighter and growl, "Because don't doubt for one minute that this isn't MY pussy."
Her head nods in agreement and her tongue darts out to wet her dry lips. I look up at Gavin, who has been watching intently. "Gavin!" I call getting his attention and incline my head towards Molly's pussy. He gets the message, and crawls on the bed pushing Molly's legs apart before positioning himself on his stomach between her thighs.
I watch at moment while he runs his tongue over her lace covered pussy. Molly's body twitches in pleasure. He pulls her knickers to one side and I see him suck one of her pussy lips into his mouth.
