I was caught in the middle. I guess it would be the dream of some women as my husband wanted me to fuck another man. For years he had bugged me to let another guy screw me so he could get his jollies jerking-off watching.
So far I had refused thinking it was not because he loved me but just wanted to use me as a sex object. I had tolerated him fucking me with giant cucumbers and even posed for some naked pictures for him to show to his friends. Still he wanted to see me with another man.
Then I met Kevin Webster. Kevin was a new mechanic they hired at Davenport Motors where I worked as Mr. Davenport's P.A.
Davenport Motors is an upscale B.M.W. and Mercedes dealership selling new and "previously owned" automobiles.
My heart had skipped a beat that first day Ian Davenport introduced us and I could tell by the way Webster looked at me he was equally interested in me.
I had not got the job as Mr. Davenport's personal assistance solely on my ability to type sixty words a minute I was also blessed with the body of a porn star. At thirty-three years of age my 38D breasts were still firm and my tush tight and nicely rounded. My long shapely legs went on forever. I always got a second look from the male staff and customers.
Kevin Webster was my version of a "dreamboat'. Tall and muscular with dark curly locks and an always smiling handsome face. I found myself unconsciously fantasizing about what hung between his legs.
That night in bed I broached the subject with my husband.
"You know that deal about me fucking another guy, do I get to choose the guy?" I asked.
"Why, is there someone you'd like to fuck?" he replied.
"Maybe?" I teased.
"You may fuck anybody you like as long as I get to watch." He agreed.
You wouldn't mind in he cum in me?" I persisted.
"I would insist that he did!" Rick said.
"What about sucking his cock?" I continued.
"Absolutely! Who is he?"
I had my husband's permission to seduce Webster.
Three times a day the coffee truck stopped in the service department of Davenport's. The staff would congregate at the truck purchasing refreshments. It was an ideal opportunity to talk to Webster.
Over the next few days I built up a rapport with Webster in the coffee truck lineup. I learned that he was married but got the impression he could be tempted. I made several suggestive remarks and sent signals that I would be agreeable to a fling.
One Friday after work I went for a drink with a few of Davenport's employees at a nearby pub. After about an hour I accepted Webster's offer of a drive home. I knew Rick would be waiting for my arrival.
Reluctantly Webster accepted my invitation to come in for a drink and meet my husband. Rick was delighted to see me come in accompanied by a stud. As I introduced them I gave Rick the sign that Webster was "the one".
Rick was deliriously happy at the possibility of finally witnessing his fantasy come true. He couldn't be nicer to my unwitting workmate. He immediately engaged Webster in conversation to learn more about him as we sat drinking Rick's best whisky.
The guys were getting along well. Webster's libido was as intense as my husband's. The conversation quickly got to "shagging" and how they liked to do it. Webster indicated he liked to ride a broad "doggy style" so he could get deep inside of her.
Rick was getting more excited by the minute and I knew he couldn't take much more. I excused myself to "slip into something more comfortable".
It had been a long day. I stripped in the bathroom and took a quick shower with a strawberry douche and went to the bedroom to freshen up my makeup and do my hair.
From my lingerie drawer I selected my floor length sheer white negligee. The gown is absolutely transparent and did nothing to conceal my bare breasts or freshly shaved pussy.
I headed down the hall to rejoin the guys.
I don't know who was more amazed by my entrance, Rick or Kevin? Both of their eyes popped out at the sight of me almost naked. Rick had a big stupid grin on his face.
"What do you think?" Rick asked our guest.
Kevin was dumbfounded, not sure what the correct reply should be.
"God, she loves cock!" my husband blurted out.
It was blunt but true that I did love cock. I loved sucking them and feeling them forcing their way into my orifices. I was a dedicated cockhound.
My mind flashed back to my college days and the drunken frat parties where I had been gang-banged again and again. I had won the honor of being named BJ Queen by sucking off twenty-seven guys in a row, swallowing every load!
Since being married I had tamed down considerably limiting myself to a handful of affairs. Presently I was looking after Mr. Davenport's needs on a regular basis.