My wife was pinned against the kitchen worktop, skirt around her waist naked underneath. I thrust into her almost lifting her off the ground and watched as her tits bounced up and down making her nipples peep through her unbuttoned blouse. Her bra had been pulled up to expose her well-rounded breasts. She had been fucked like this many times β by other men.
"Is this how you would have looked when the builders fucked you?" I asked. "Knickers off, tits out and you letting the others watch and play with your tits?"
"Yes, sometimes," she breathed, "And looking at their cocks β wanting them inside me too. Letting them take my hand and hold one at the same time as I was being fucked."
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I was about to suggest we go upstairs and she could tell me more of her story when she let out a loud moan.
"Don't stop!" she cried, "Harder, make me come!"
I thrust into her harder but slower, grabbing the cheeks of her backside I lifted her off the floor making the base of my cock rub against her clit. My hands moved her up and down rhythmically.
"Are you thinking of all those hard cocks? What a naughty girl you was letting them see up your skirt then letting them fuck you?"
She didn't answer, her eyes where closed, then she shivered. Her moaning started low, then got louder. She took hold of my hair and pressed my head into her chest.
"Yesss! - Fuck me β I love other men having me β I love to show them my body β I like to see and touch their cocks β and have them in my mouth. Fuck me harder β I'm coming!"
It was probably the most intense orgasm I have ever known her to experience. Well β with me anyway!
So β we went to bed β but as her sexual thirst was quenched we just lay there and drifted off into slumber-land.
Probably a couple of hours had gone by when her restlessness woke me up. I kept still and felt the bedcovers moving ever so slightly as though she was making short movements with her arm. She was playing with herself β she was ready again for sexual pleasure. What I wonder was going through her head? What thoughts had turned her on again?
"Will it spoil things if you talk?" I asked.
"What?" she answered, sounding surprised.
"Your enjoyment β playing with your clit. How about giving me a turn on too β tell me about how you have been naughty with other men." My cock was already very hard as I slowly wanked it against the sheets. If it touched her body I might just come too soon. "What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Things I did in the bathroom," she answered. "I'm ashamed of what I let happen but it still turns me on."
"Tell me more β how did you meet up with that guy again?"
"It was a few months later. You remember, small groups of workmen were putting all the mistakes right. I came across him one day on my way home from the shops. He was working with another man. I stopped to talk to him for a while and just found myself saying he could call round for a coffee if he liked. He said it was difficult to get away but thanks. Then he said that the following Wednesday he had the morning off for an appointment so maybe he could call then, on his way back to work. I said OK but call me a few minutes before he arrived β just to make sure it was all clear." (How devious she can be, I thought! I hadn't a clue what she got up to when I was at work.)
"I wasn't sure what I was expecting but when Wednesday came I was looking forward to seeing him. Well he arrived and we sat and talked for a while over a coffee. He mentioned the summer and said that he wished we could have spent more time just on our own. I told him I regretted what had happened β letting all those men call round just when they felt like it β using me. He said the others spoilt it, but he had always enjoyed the things we did."
"He meant the peeing?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Well yes β or at least I took it to mean that. He asked if I had regrets about that to, and did I really enjoy it."
"What did you say?" I said, running my free hand along her backside.
"I admitted that I did," she said coyly.
"Had you asked him round for a coffee hoping to do it again?" I asked.
"I probably was hoping something would happen," she said.
"Did it?" I asked urgently.
"Yes β you know it must have done." she replied.