Monday evening was swimming night and as we prepared to leave Carol was really nervous. "Everything OK, you look a bit white?"
"No nothing, I just feel a bit off colour." I bet she did, we were off to collect Paul and she didn't know that I knew. She tried to cry off but I insisted she would be alright once we were there.
"Hi Paul, how's tricks?" I asked as he climbed in the car, looking at Carol he said, "couldn't be better." Even in the dim light of the car I could see her blush. Once in the changing rooms Paul asked, "well, did you like the tape, I must admit I thought I'd gone too far forcing it down her throat but after the initial shock she took to it like a trooper. Unfortunately the tape ran out on the first night and I couldn't let on that it was recording so you didn't get to see her on the other nights."
"What other nights?" I asked, "I thought you realised, the tape was made on Monday night after getting back from the pool, we had a few drinks on the way home and well, you know the rest. I then spent Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday fucking the arse of her as well, hasn't she told you anything?"
"Nope, not a word."
"Tell you what, that little bitch can't get enough, she's agreed to let me bring a friend next time your away, I showed her a picture of his cock, it's a little bit bigger than mine, she can't wait."
I couldn't believe it, my shy wouldn't change for anything wife had become a total slut for any guy with a big cock.
We made our way to the pool and I couldn't help but notice that Carol made every attempt to stay as far away from him as possible. Paul eventually trapped her in the deep end and I watched them have a heated discussion, looking in my direction every now and then. As I swam over to them Paul swam away. "Every thing OK, you and Paul looked like you were having a real heavy discussion."
"Oh no, he was just telling me how to improve my stroke." Oh yeah, and I can just imagine what stroke that was I thought to myself.
Getting changed I asked Paul what the conversation had been about. "I asked her why she hadn't told you, I thought she was going to have a heart attack. She made me promise not to say a word so I made her promise to be my slut and let my friend fuck her, that's when you came over." As we dressed we made plans for the following weekend.
On the way home not a word was spoken until we neared our house. "Coming in for a coffee?" I asked, "no not tonight thanks, I've got some work to do,"
"no problem, just drop by whenever your passing, I'm sure Carol will entertain you if I'm not there." You should have seen her face. "Thanks mate, I might just do that," Paul said winking in my direction. When we got in Carol sheepishly asked, "what did you mean, I'm sure Carol will entertain you?"
"You know, make him welcome, coffee, what did you think I meant, take your knickers off and fuck him?" She turned deathly white. "N, n, no, of course not, what, me fuck Paul, he's far too old." She was digging a bigger hole all the time and didn't even know it. I decided to rub it in. "Oh I don't know though, he keeps himself in shape and if you saw the size of his cock," now she went from white to red, " I think you might even change your mind."
"Well if you think I'm going to fulfill your perverted fantasies by letting an old man like Paul touch me you've got another thought coming." I felt cross but contained it. "Oh by the way, I forgot to tell you I'm away with the club this weekend, should be home in time for Sunday lunch."
I ride a motorbike and belong to a local club so weekends away was fairly normal. "When are you leaving?" She asked, 'Oh some time Saturday morning, not to early why?"
"Oh no reason, just thought I might go shopping with one of the girls."
That Saturday, I packed a few things in the panniers and set off................, straight to Paul's. We hide the bike in the garage and spent the day setting things up. "She's been told to get here by seven," Paul said hiding the video camera in the bookshelf, "Mike will get here about 7:30. Should be a lot of fun huh?" It was a long day but eventually just as night started to fall a car pulled up in the drive. "Watch this," said Paul, lets see just how obedient she is." Looking through the net curtains I saw Carol get out of the car, she was wearing a full length coat. Looking nervously round at the surrounding houses she suddenly threw the coat into the car, locked the door and ran to Paul's front door. "Looks like she complied I said." Paul had instructed Carol to walk to his door wearing only high heels, stockings, suspenders and an under the nipple bra he had bought her. "We'll leave her waiting a few minutes," he said watching through the curtains. Although the front door was sheltered by a porch, anyone walking by would get a clear view of her standing there dressed like a slut. She rang again. "Time to hide," said Paul heading for the door.
"You bastard, you made me wait there deliberately, what if someone came along?" Paul grabbed her roughly by the hair and slammed her against the wall. "Listen slut, don't you ever critisise me again, you do what I tell you and you don't complain, or perhaps I should tell your old man what your really like."
"No please, he'll kill me, I'm sorry Paul, it won't happen again." This guy had been fucking her for less than a week and already she was his sex slave. He led her into the lounge, sat her down and gave her a drink. I stood at the end of the room behind a Chinese screen giving me a clear view of everything. As this end of the room was in complete darkness I felt secure that even if she stared hard, she wouldn't see me.
"So, you ready for some real sex?" Paul asked her, helping himself to her oversized tits, "you sure look like you are."
"I'm not sure, what's this Mike like, he may not like me." Fuck me backwards, she wasn't concerned that a total stranger had been invited to fuck her, just that he may not like her. "Oh don't worry, he just loves married sluts." She didn't seem too reassured and stared nervously into her drink. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked sheepishly, "whatever we like," Paul replied spreading her legs and fingering her shaven pussy. The fucking slut just lay there while he played with her clit bringing her off. "That's right baby, your gonna need it nice and wet."
Shortly after she had cum, the doorbell went. "Ah, that should be Mike, go and let him in."
"I can't go like this, supposing it isn't him?"
"GO!" Paul commanded. She reluctantly got up and walked into the hall. "And don't cover your tits with your arms, put them down." She did as Paul told her and taking a deep breath opened the door. We could see from the lounge into the small reception area and both Paul and I watched as Mike stood at the door admiring my wife. "Well now, what have we here, you must be Carol." As he spoke he walked round her admiring the view from all sides. "Oh yes, I can see we're going to have lots of fun with you tonight." He caressed her tits and moved a hand over her pussy. "Nice cunt, I like a smooth cunt, so much nicer to lick." With a hand on her arse cheek he led her back into the lounge.
Mike was older than Paul and certainly carried more weight, in-fact he was rather fat. I could see the look of disdain on Carol's face. The two men made her sit on the sofa. "Show Mike what a good whore you are, get it nice and wet for him." She hesitated for a moment then both hands went down to her cunt. One spread the lips apart while the other sought and found her sensitive clit. As she wanked herself off both men started to undress. Paul was right, Mike was bigger than him, much bigger, in-fact he looked totally out of proportion with his short legs, fat gut and a prick the size of a horse. Carol looked at Paul. "No, there's no way I'm taking that up me, forget it, tell Tony, do what you like, NO." Paul grabbed her hair and yanked her into a kneeling position on the floor. "I don't think you understand bitch, your mine now to do with as I like." Producing a pair of handcuffs from under the sofa cushions, he secured her hands behind her back. Then he placed a blindfold over her eyes. "Now your ready for some serious fucking."
Carol was sobbing, pleading with Paul not to hurt her. "Just do as your told and you won't get hurt, simple isn't it." She stopped sobbing and nodded her agreement. Mike, now completely naked, stood in front of her and fed his fat uncircumcised prick into her mouth. She really struggled to accommodate it. As it finally reached full length, the skin drew back revealing a very red coloured helmet already oozing spunk. Mike smeared the gooey substance all round her mouth before pushing it in again. Eventually, she managed to get the first few inches into her mouth. It was obvious that Mike's cock was so fat that there was no way she would be deep throating him so he simply had her suck what she could and use both hands to wank the rest.
Meanwhile, Paul was sitting on the ground behind her busy fingering her sodden cunt. "Don't worry, if you can't get it all in your mouth, you'll love it up your cunt." Carol just grunted. Satisfied with his blow job Mike ask if he could fuck her. With Mike laying on his back, Paul guided Carol until her cunt was directly over Mike's rampant organ. Mike wiped his cock back and forth along her cunt lips, coating it in juices. "OK my little married whore, its all yours." He really got of on calling her that and we both watched as she lowered her cunt onto Mike's dick. She managed the first half without a problem but as his cock actually got fatter at the base the last 5 inches took ages. Eventually, with much grunting, swearing and coming, she was fully home. "There, you see, you could do it," said Paul rubbing his hands over her arse.
She started to ride Mike's cock in earnest, bringing herself off more times than we could count and swearing like a common whore each time she rammed her cunt down on it. "Enjoying it are we?"
