Since I began writing long lost memories have been coming back to me. This is one of them. It happened not long after we moved into our first house. We had married the year before but had been together for about three years.
We were enjoying a long, languid session on a hot Sunday afternoon. The kids were away staying with their father, my ex husband, and we had taken the opportunity to explore our sexuality and see what new tricks we could think up. Bob was very sexual whilst I was learning to lose my inhibitions. We had experimented with sex toys and role play and had started to reveal out fantasies to each other. I knew he wanted to try swinging and sharing me but I was still a bit scared of the idea although when he talked about it I became very horny.
That afternoon we had already made love until we came together in a hot, sweaty crescendo and had dropped off for an hour to recuperate. Now my husband was becoming aroused again and slipped his fingers into my wet sloppy pussy, still with his cum inside, and I quickly felt myself becoming turned on again as I moved on his fingers.
After a while he asked me to straddle his face so he could lick me out. I placed a knee on either side of his head and sat on his chest. He began to lick up and down my wet slit. He pushed his tongue into me and lapped at his cum, swallowing it down.
Eventually he moved up to my clit, gently flicking it and rubbing the flat of his tongue against it. I was becoming more and more aroused and my juices were flowing to mix with the cum still left from our previous fuck.
One of his favourite tricks was to make me come and then push his thick cock inside me as I squirmed and wriggled beneath him. This time he really took his time, bringing me to the brink and then slowing down or moving from my clit to my pussy then back again until I was a screaming mess. My naked body was dripping with sweat whilst my straggly hair was stuck to my red flushed face as I humped myself against his beautiful tongue, begging him to make me cum whilst moaning and gasping in ecstasy
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the front door!
Our bedroom was right above the door and the windows were wide open as was the bedroom door to try to get some air through.
I clamped a hand across my mouth in case our visitor thought I was being murdered and we both kept quiet hoping they would go away.
No such luck.
"Bob, Denise! Are you there?" shouted my friend Pat.
I will have to break away from the story to tell you about Pat. She was a few years older than us and lived down the street. She had a mass of curly red hair, large breasts and long legs which she liked to show off with short shorts. Daisy Dukes as our American friends would call them. She was a lot more uninhibited than me and revelled in telling us about her sex life with her gentleman friend who visited her a couple of times a week. Her latest revelation was that her friend had started to push a vibrator into her as he climaxed. Bob asked if he had a small cock but she said no. I was puzzled because when Bob put his cock into me there was no room for anything else. I asked him afterwards what this meant and he laughed as he said she must have a big cunt. This of course got us hot and off came my knickers for a frantic quickie as we both chanted "Pats got a Big Cunt, Pats got a Big Cunt!" Childish I know but...whatever turns you on.
Bob had also told me about other incidents with Pat. The latest one being that she had called round whilst I was out. Bob invited her in and made a coffee. Whilst he was in the kitchen Pat picked up a catalogue he had been reading. It showed sex toys and lingerie from which he was planning to buy me a present. When he came in with the coffee she was looking at the lingerie section. You will know the type, all peep-hole bras and crotchless knickers.
As he sat down next to her she leant into him so they could both view the pages and she commented on what would suit me. After a while he felt one of her big beasts pushing against his arm and her breath quickened, he just knew that if he had put a hand on her thigh her legs would have parted like the red sea.
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
"Oh no" he replied "It wouldn't have been any fun without you there!"
I took this as a joke because although he had talked about sharing me with another man there had been no mention of us being with another woman. I had never thought about it but I had a few sexy thoughts imagining what it would be like.
Back to the story; Imagine my shock as there I am, naked and sweaty with my pussy pushed into Bob's face when he twisted away from my cunt and shouted back "Come round the side Pat. The back door is open."
"What are you doing?" I whispered frantically.
"Wait and see" he said "I want to look at her face when she sees us."
With this he started working on my clit again and my mind went blank with the sheer sensation of the feelings he was producing between my legs.
We heard the back door open and shut and footsteps walking in.
"Where are you two?" I heard.