This is about a date night in a large city hotel. Date nights are when Maggie and I go out, have dinner and stay the night in a hotel room and rekindle a bit of our earlier life with some raunchy sex. She always dresses for the part, a tight, figure hugging, not too long dress, suspenders, stockings, skimpy thong or skimpy panties and a push up bra to highlight her not too large tits. I know she is wearing a thong or very skimpy panties by running my hands over her bum and feeling her bare skin under her silky flowing dress.
Dinner on a Friday night was usually accompanied by exploring hands under the table and, from time to time, she'll disappear to the Ladies room and come back without the thong or panties she'd been wearing when we left home. I know when she's done this because she takes my hands, runs it up her slightly parted legs and pushes my fingers into her wet cunt. The panties or the thong are usually given to me across the table. As she does this she just smiles at me and runs her tongue over her bottom lip to let me know her tongue will have some fun later.
This one night, without her knowing, I'd organised a special addition to our date nights. The addition covered two things I'd developed later in life -- an enjoyment of male to male sex and a fantasy of thrusting my hard cock into her cunt that was filled with someone else's warm and sticky cum after I'd watched her be fucked. The first was a reality I was enjoying from time to time while the second was a real developing fantasy. It was also a gamble that all the things would come to pass, but, it was worth a try.
Maggie and I, Bill, are in our early 60's and have been married for about 30 years. Before we were married, we both played around a lot and were in marriages (me) and relationships (her). When we first got together we fucked almost every day. Indeed, the first night we did get together at a work reception we ended up in a deserted office with my cock in her mouth and then her cunt. When I did fuck her that night her cunt reeked of someone else's cum, that deep erotic and raunchy smell that even today I remember. After the first night things developed quickly and we cleared out of other relationships, lived together and then married.
In the first hectic years of sex and work, we played games and used different scenarios to spice up the time in the bedroom, and elsewhere in the places we lived. She loved to come to bed with a plate of cut oranges and squeeze the juice over my cock and balls and lick and suck it up. Some would run down beyond my balls and she would enjoy that with her tongue -- and so did I. We never did proceed to anal sex but I'm sure in her previous relationships she had.
My favourite games with her were two. In the first, she would dress like a street walker slut in her tightest and shortest skirt, extra high heels, suspenders and black fishnet stockings and skimpy lace panties or a very small thong a low cut, push up bra and a top that showed lots of tit. Hair pulled up, lots of make-up and slut red lipstick. She'd walk in the room, slink around, run her hands over her tits and cunt and say in a whispering voice: "Do you want to fuck me?" My response was always the same: "Yes" and she'd soon be stretched on the couch or bent overt the end, her skirt hiked up and panties pulled down. That is after she sucked my cock and I licked and sucked her cunt.
She was always so wet and my cock would slide easily into her open cunt. In this game, she loved to lead lots of dirty talk, of how to get my cock in her cunt, how it felt and of how many cocks she would service that night of being a slut. "You're such a slut Maggie, aren't you?" I'd ask more than a few times and she would always respond: "I love being a slut."
We both would get more aroused the dirtier and more graphic the conversation and even a couple of times we'd walk up and down the local inner city streets with her dressed like the streetwalker she pretended to be. We'd get a few looks and even some attempts from guys to chat but we'd keep going until we got back home and fucked in the living room or the bedroom.
The other game was we'd be on the bed, her sucking my cock and me with two or three fingers deep inside her wet and open cunt. She'd really get into this and would push as hard as she could into my fingers and I'd tell her she loved having a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt. We never took it further than just our scenarios.
Both the scenarios were not constant, just every now and then when we were both (or one of us) was feeling particularly horny. Other times it was just long fucking and sucking and she would love her cunt and clit being sucked or probed with my tongue.
These were the times and games I'd remember as we got older, had a child and got into the family life. When our daughter grew up and left, we'd take our time with sex and every now and then we'd play our games. However, they did diminish a bit. Age was having its impact.
The one thing Maggie never knew during those later years was that I went from straight to bi-curious and into really enjoying male sex. After a nervous beginning, I became adept at cock sucking and one day a man whose cock I was sucking looked down at my licking and sucking his cock and said: "You're a natural bottom." I'd never given it any thought other than that I liked to suck cocks and have men massage my bum. Never had I been fucked and it was not on my radar.
Anyhow, he stopped for a moment and went to his drawers and pulled out some female underwear -- skimpy panties and a thong and a loose feminine top. "Try some of these," he said. I put on a pair of skimpy panties and I was hooked! Dressed in the skimpy panties and the loose feminine top I was back on his cock with alacrity and both of us enjoyed the sex with a new fervour. A few weeks later when I met him again he dressed me in stay-up stockings, black lace panties and a push up bra. I was not big but the push-up bra did give me small tits. He worked me over with is hands and tongue and we were so aroused that when he got me up on my hands and knees and spread my legs it seemed only natural that I felt the head of his cock at the opening of my hole.
"I'm going to fuck your cunt," he said to me as I felt the lube covered head enter me. "Just relax," he said, pushing his cock a little further in. The head was now fully inside me and he paused. "You like my cock in your cunt?" he asked and, by instinct, I nodded. "Just breath slowly," he said as he pushed in a little further. This was pre-AIDS days and the feeling of his hard and warm, bare cock in me was so erotic that I did push back a bit. His cock arrived at that internal barrier and he stopped, holding on to my hips.
"This might hurt a bit but it's worth it," he said and then pushed a little harder.
"Relax and push back," he directed me, pulling me back by my hips at the same time.
I felt his cock at that barrier, pushing, seeking to get further inside me. It was a little uncomfortable and a little painful but nothing I was going to resist. I suppose we both pushed into each other at the same time and I felt his cock pop through the barrier and go further inside me.
That was my introduction to being fucked and being the natural bottom. With Maggie I was the top but with men I was the bottom. It also introduced me to the delights of feminine underwear and over a year or so I built up a bit of a collection -- some I bought when I was away on work and others I took from Maggie's extensive collection. With the right man, I would dress up in suspenders, stockings, skimpy lace panties or a tiny thong, sometimes a bra and often wearing slut red lipstick. I never looked as sexy and slutty as Maggie but most of the men I did it for enjoyed it and it would lead to a session of kissing, sucking, me being rimmed and then fucked. The more I sucked and fucked the better I got at it and the more natural it felt. I tended to be more submissive, especially when dressed up and loved to feel like a used slut. I suppose my games with Maggie gave more a few lessons.
Then, checking out various story and real life bi and wife sites I began to fantasize about sharing Maggie. The more I fantasized the more it kept popping into my mind. To watch her being fucked. To join in, with her, both of us sucking the man's cock, her getting fucked and then slipping my cock into cum filled cunt. It became, I suppose, an obsession but one that I felt would never be realized.
Things began to change when I met Paul on a chat site and after exchanging pics of ourselves we began long erotic chats where, after a while, I introduced my fantasies. He loved the fantasies and got me to take shots of Maggie's underwear drawer with her panties, thongs and bras spread out. Then he wanted some shots of her used panties, hopefully with cum stains on them. After initial hesitation I delivered and found, to my surprise, that taking and sending the pictures aroused me and enhanced my fantasy of Maggie being shared. Paul was more than agreeable to that and we sketched out during our on-line chats various scenarios where it would happen. Nothing happened then more than erotic fantasy chats.
It was inevitable that Paul and I would end up lovers and in a short time we did. Maggie would go into the city a couple of times a week, leaving me in the house for a few hours. After some hesitation, and a few coffee shop meetings, Paul came to the house one time she was away and found me waiting for him dressed in suspenders, stockings, a tiny thong and a push-up bra. All the underwear was Maggie's and that made it more erotic and slutty for me.
The first time, after lots of kissing and Paul groping my bum, my thong was slipped down and I was bent over the end of the couch and felt Paul's condom encased cock at the entrance of what I now called my cunt.
"Oh, fuck me, Paul," I said, "put your cock in my cunt."
Without hesitation, he obliged and he fucked me slow and steady over the end of the couch. It was the best fuck I'd ever had. He paused for a minute and whispered: "I want you barebacked." I was so aroused and loving his cock in me that I nodded. His cock came out and the condom taken off and his cock was back inside me. It felt so good. Hard and hot and slippery.
He picked up his pace, slamming his cock into me saying: "I love fucking your cunt. It is tight at the start but then as you become more of a slut, it opens up and takes more of my cock. You love me fucking your cunt, don't you?"
That first time, with his bare cock inside me, we both came at the same time. Me over the towel I'd spread over the end of the couch and him inside me. His cum felt so good inside me. Warm and wet and sticky as I moved my legs together to keep his cock inside me. We were both exhausted and sated and he just lay on top of me for a while. Then he had to go because I needed to clean up before Maggie returned.
That was the first of several sessions while she was out and Paul introduced a precursor to sex with me by going through Maggie's panty and bra drawer, checking some sexy and raunchy lingerie she had and suggesting what I should wear for him. I usually followed his lead and as I could fit into just about all Maggie's things, I was fucked wearing her suspenders, stockings, skimpy panties, tiny thongs, bras and lingerie. The more we did it the more erotic is became and as he fucked me, Paul would tell me what he wanted to do to Maggie, knowing this would get me more aroused and excited.
"I want to fuck her," he'd say. "But before I fuck her I want her to sit and watch you suck my cock, slurping on it, kissing it, licking it and taking it all in your mouth.
"I want Maggie to see that her husband is a slut.
"I want you dressed in some of her panties or thongs, stockings, bras and wearing her lipstick.
