When I first married Rob we were both wild for each other, we were unbelievably in love and had eyes only for each other. We experimented with sex, attacking each other in the most unlikely locations, and Rob got his cock into all my possible orifices.
We were in heaven.
Unfortunately, after a couple of years, life started to get in the way. Our jobs were stressful, our free time was short, Rob was tired most of the time, and therefore not very interested in sex with me. Also, he stopped being adventurous, he would climb on top of me on a Saturday night, usually a bit drunk, fuck me hard for four or five minutes, cum inside me, then roll off and go to sleep.
Sometimes I would cum, but mostly I would be left frustrated. I would have to get one of my vibrators out and look after myself in the bathroom. I was getting more and more annoyed and depressed.
But then something happened which changed everything.
It was summer and a lovely day, so we went to Stratford on Avon and took a picnic. We went with Rob's friend Tom, and his boring wife Val.
Tom was a guy I always had time for. He was good looking, funny, a bit childish sometimes, but always interesting, and he definitely fancied me. He was always flirting, trying to touch me inappropriately, and trying to look up my skirt. On that trip I was really happy to see him, his attention was just what I longed for.
We had our picnic, on the grass beside the river, with the famous theatre on the opposite bank, and after the sandwiches and wine, we all fancied an ice cream, so Val volunteered to go to the ice cream van and buy them. Clearly she couldn't carry four ice creams back on her own. Tom just looked away, so Rob volunteered to go.
As they walked away across the park I noticed Tom looking up my skirt. He was sitting on the opposite side of the picnic blanket, and I guessed he could just about see my panties.
"Enjoying the view Tom?" I asked.
"I am, I love the colour, the yellow is so bright and summery."
Normally I would close my legs together in this situation and say something like 'the show's over', but instead I opened my legs a little wider and said "is that better?"
"Beautiful." He replied.
He slid across the blanket so he was sitting next to me, and put his hand on my raised knee. He started to slide his hand down the inside of my thigh, careful to leave my dress in place so no one could see what was happening, and were looking into each other's eyes, with no more than an inch separating our lips. Inch by inch his hand approached my moistening pussy.
Our faces moved closer together and finally our lips met. He was so gentle, so sensual, so seductive, but his hand had stopped at the top of my leg. My pussy could feel the warmth of his fingers, but he just stroked the sweet spot on the inside of my thigh just short of my sex.
"Are you teasing me Tom?" I asked.
"Ask for it." He demanded.
"Please Tom."
"Please what?"
"Please touch my pussy." I begged.
Tom's fingers moved onto my bright yellow panties. He moved them gently and slowly up and down the line of my slit. It felt wonderful.
We kissed again, but I had the additional pleasure of his fingers playing over my clit. I felt him pull the gusset of my panties aside and start to rub up and down my very excited pussy lips, then he started to push his fingers inside me, I wanted him so much, his kissing was so sensual and exciting, he had fingers inside me, and his thumb was flicking my clit.
"I'm afraid we have to stop, I spy two people carrying ice creams." He warned me.
Tom's fingers left my pussy, replacing my knickers in their proper place, and his lips left mine.
I felt devastated, bereft, and deserted, but also excited. I was thinking that I should arrange for Tom to fuck me, I knew that he wanted to, and I was thinking that being the faithful wife might not be for me. Perhaps the hot wife, or the slut wife might be more my thing.
Tom licked his fingers to get rid of my sex scent, or perhaps to enjoy it. We only had moments before Rob and Val would arrive back with the silly ice creams.
"We have unfinished business here," Tom pronounced, "are you going to let me fuck you?"
"God yes, I want you so much!"
"I'll ring you next week, ok?" He asked.
"I can't wait!" I replied.
"What have you two been up to while we were away?" Val demanded.
"Having sex on the grass in front of everyone." Tom joked.
Rob laughed, but Val didn't. I concluded that Tom had history on the subject of infidelity, which didn't put me off him at all, in fact the idea excited me.
Tom moved back to his original position opposite me, so, as I took the ice cream from Rob's hand, I readjusted my legs so that Tom could see my yellow panties again. He smiled and winked at me and Val looked cross.
I didn't hear from Tom until Wednesday lunch time.
"Hi Sexy," he said, "when do I get to fuck you?"
"Well, Rob is away tomorrow night, up in Yorkshire, if you can find an excuse to get away." I told him.
"I'm sure I can think of something, I'll be there at about seven, so we can be in bed by five past, ok?" He told me.
"I can't wait." I replied.
The following morning I kissed Rob goodbye, telling him to be good, whilst thinking about Tom, and how much I was looking forward to him fucking me.
The day dragged by slowly, as my brain raced, and my excitement grew, but eventually it was time to go home and get ready.
For the whole of the thirty minute drive home I was wrestling with the big question of the day, that is, what should I wear? I was tempted to wear nothing at all, but would that be too brash?
I could have chosen just a short skirt and tight top, but that seemed a bit boring.
So finally I sort of went back to my first idea, that is, naked, but I put on plenty of make up, put lipstick on my nipples, and wore high heels.
Surprisingly Tom was on time, so I didn't have to suffer through endless minutes of repeatedly looking at the clock.
"Wow, you look fantastic!" Were his first words.
"Thank you kind sir," I replied, " I didn't want you to have to waste time getting me out of my clothes."
"Good thinking." Tom replied, whilst turning me around to face the back of the sofa.
He put his left hand on my neck and pushed forwards and down, leaving me no option but to support myself by putting both hands on the sofa back. I heard his zip go down and his trousers drop to the floor, then one of his feet was between my shoes, sliding them apart, and a hand was exploring my pussy.
I felt the head of his cock pressing on the entrance to my moist vagina, and then with a hard thrust, he was all the way in. Without pausing, he hammered in and out of my sex at a furious pace, and I loved every moment of it. I was being fucked, and fucked hard, there was no romance, no foreplay, just hard fucking.
"I'm going to cum!" I shouted, as he continued his onslaught.
I didn't have to cajole my orgasm into being, it was suddenly just arriving, out of my control, unstoppable.
"Oh God, Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed as I went crashing over the edge.
Tom kept pounding as my orgasm rolled through me, then slowed down as my convulsions lessened. Until he was completely stopped, but still erect and inside me, filling me with his unsatisfied male organ.
"That was a good start," he said, "what shall we do next?"
"What do you want to do?" I asked, innocently.
"Well, there's a very inviting little brown entrance right in front of me, I thought I might try that."
"You'll have to be a lot more gentle if you want to go in by that entrance." I insisted.
He didn't answer, or pause, he just pulled himself out of my pussy, and pushed his hard cock at my rear entrance. I tried my best to relax my sphincter, and suddenly, with an incongruous popping sound, the head was in.
"Now take it nice and slow, I'm tight down there." I instructed.