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.
"I know you probably had sex with him again," I said teasingly, "But I wouldn't know if it included doing naughty things in the bathroom."
"Well it did β OK," she said, sounding a little uneasy again. In spite of all the things she had told me there was still something she found hard to talk about and wanted to avoid.
"It's a bit early for sleep β how about I go and get us a couple of drinks and bring them up here?" I offered. Now it's quite obvious what my motive was β relax with a drink β loosen the tongue.
"OK," she said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"
We had a drink or two and picking my time I said, "Look, why don't you get over whatever's bothering you and just tell me?" I let my hand cup her breasts and in a reassuring way kissed her forehead.
"Turn out the light," she demanded. "I don't want you to see me while I tell you."
Then she lay down and turned her back to me.
"The first time he visited - when we was talking about the summer β he asked me to sit next to him on the sofa. He kissed me and I let him unfasten my blouse and pull my bra up β and I played with his penis. Then he started asking questions β like you do. He asked what I really liked about the summer; I didn't see any point pretending to him after the things that he had seen me do. So I told him β I enjoyed the teasing and showing my panties β I liked doing it in front of several men β it made it more exciting. I enjoyed it when one touched me for the first time and being watched by the others. I liked sex with more than one man at the same time β seeing another man's cock for the first time. Then I admitted to him that I really liked the things we did in the bathroom - I got really turned on by it.
We didn't have full sex that day β it made him too excited and he came all over my dress. I took it off and then we went into the toilet β I let him pee on my underwear. Sorry, it's awful having to tell you these things."
"But there's worse to come?" I ventured.
"Yes, much worse," she admitted.
"I didn't see him for a while after that and I admit I was disappointed. I wanted more of him and more of the things we did. The work had suddenly dried up and he had gone. Then one day there was a knock on the door. He had called round on the off chance of catching me home. He said he was now self employed and was working in the area β he employed another man to help him β seeing he had a bit more time and freedom he said maybe he could call round and see me every now and again.
So he started calling more often β once, sometimes twice a week. I lost all inhibitions. I knew it would only last a short time so I made the most of it. I never had to pretend with him, I could live out my sexual fantasies and he never questioned anything. We had no emotional attachment β it was just a friendly but very sexual relationship. Most of all I knew we both enjoyed the same kinks."
"Tell me about the things you did," I said, moving both my hands to her breasts. I had turned towards her know and my cock pressed against the crease of her bottom.