My wife told me that she had to walk very slowly past Roy’s house twice because he didn’t seem to want to notice her at first. She went to the store and as she came back she lingered in front of his gate pretending to be adjusting her bags. Giving up hope of an invite for coffee she made her way home thinking he must be very annoyed at her for the way she entertained his guests. Perhaps he was jealous but she had told him not to get attached to her.
“I had been home about fifteen minutes when the phone rang,” she told me. “It was Roy – he asked in a very terse tone if I wanted to come round to his house. He sounded a bit odd and I wasn’t sure if I should – but well – I did.
The men were still there and no one actually said much so I began to feel a little uncomfortable. I was about to ask Roy why he had bothered to ask me for a coffee in the first place if he was not in a favourable mood. Being in the presence of the men again strangely enough didn’t worry me –the older one still had a smirk on his face and the other one still stared lewdly at me.
After a while he seemed more relaxed and now my mind kept going back to yesterday’s events. Roy didn’t sit still but kept finding it necessary to do little chores that took him out of the room. I wondered if he was trying o leave me alone with the men but what reason would he have. The men said they had been packing their cases as it was time for them to leave so everyone was busy about the house walking from room to room.
I was asked if I minded making us all a coffee as I was the only one not busy. That’s when things happened – as I stood in the kitchen making the drink the older man came from behind and put his hand on my tits. He turned me round to face him and thinking no one else was there I let him kiss me and grope my breasts. He whispered to me to put my hand on his cock – and I did. I slowly rubbed his bulge as he kissed me and played with my breasts. It was only for about half a minute but it was long enough to convince Roy I was happy to oblige his friend. He had been watching from the doorway and I opened my eyes to see him looking straight at us.
He looked a bit shocked then he said, “I wasn’t sure when they told me what happened yesterday – but I see now it’s true. I just want you to know that I didn’t tell them you might be willing to give favours – I didn’t break our promise.”
Poor Roy – I didn’t know if he was scared I might be annoyed if his friends had been making up stories and blame him or whether he was upset that their claim was true and my favours weren’t exclusive to him. Now I knew why he seemed in a funny mood – his friends had told him everything and figured he was getting some of the same.
The men both laughed quietly in a smug “I told you so” sort of way.
I realised that I still had my hand on the big man’s bulge and took it away. Roy told me that I didn’t belong to him so carry on doing what I was doing. There was an edge in his voice and he was trying to come to terms with the revelation.
Well we eventually sat in the lounge and Roy suddenly came to me and kissed me openly. He said that if I had come again so willingly and quickly that all the things his friends had told him about what had happened yesterday must be true. We all knew that if I was prepared to visit again the morning after then – well – it didn’t need spelling out.
The conversation was a bit stinted and awkward but there was a sexually charged atmosphere – they all knew how willing I was to be very “friendly” with them. The younger of Roy’s guests rose to go into the kitchen and asked aloud if I would follow him in – help him refill the coffees. Everybody knew that wasn’t the real reason of course – when he had put down the cups he put his arm around me and began to kiss me and feel my tits.
Well it didn’t take long – for me to be as aroused as he was I mean. I let him unfasten my top – the wrap around one and he had easy access to my breasts. The others remained in the other room silent – as though they were just listening. The thought went through my head that they would be waiting to take a turn with me – I became really excited! I finished up sitting on a chair with the guy stood in front of me and I sucked him off – and let him “cum” in my mouth.
When I looked up the others had then started to wander into the kitchen. They saw me sat with sperm on my chin and still holding the cock. My tits were still hanging out and for a moment they just gazed at me. All sorts of things happened in the next hour – they started by getting me to bend over the table and I let them peel my panties off. I was fucked from behind and then they just played with my body and generally groped and felt me. I sucked their cocks and rubbed them and let them rub the sperm into my skin.
After a while they decided to take me upstairs and when they felt recharged they tried other things – like making me suck a cock while another was in my pussy. They wanted me to let them put a cock into my arse but I told them I had never done that before and wasn’t ready to try. It didn’t stop one putting his finger into me when my bottom was bucking into the air while I sat on top of his friend fucking him.
I’m afraid it does make me very aroused – having men treat me like a whore and a slut. The dirtier it was the more I liked it – even the fatter older one who panted for breath over me and sweated while I sucked his cock. When they took turns to fuck me doggy style I felt a real dirty woman offering my bottom up into the air for them. I almost wished I had been willing to try anal sex.”
My wife seemed to drift into deep thought as she brought her tale to an end. Simply put – we fucked hard and long – that night and for many others after. The men had long gone and she would still occasionally visit Roy – but somehow the thrill had subdued – we had both become too used to it. It was rather like having your favourite meal every day – it becomes boring and looses its appeal. We still recalled her exploits when we fucked but it was clear that both of us were tiring of her game.
One night she confessed to me how stale her visits to Roy had become. Sometimes he took her to his bed and it was just like a boring married couple doing it. Even the regular blow jobs she gave him while sat in his kitchen had lost there exciting spontaneity. Surprisingly, having my wife tell me she had been fucked by Roy yet again no longer had much effect on me either – I was so used to hearing it.
In the same conversation she mentioned the new neighbours – and in particular their son – a strapping twenty year old. Now this made me a little jealous – this wasn’t a lonely middle aged man who she would never run off with – it was a young stud! She went out of her way to run into him and he was beginning to notice her more she told me. She confessed that she was actively pursuing him hoping some opportunity would present itself.
Over the next few weeks all this built up while Roy drifted more into the background. Once at a party I caught her on the patio in the dark being kissed by the stud. His mates were with him and they put it down to a housewife having too much to drink and not realising how far she was going. I stood there and thought – if they only knew that my wife would probably be willing to take them all on and do far more than just let them kiss her then what would their reaction be?
Seeing those studs with bulges at the front of their pants excited me thinking what they would do to my wife. After that I gently encouraged Debbie to try her luck – maybe she would be able to ask him into the house when I wasn’t around. But things took a different turn and she made a very significant error that ultimately led to our present situation.
One night I was out and Debbie, sat alone, let here thoughts drift to the young man. She swore he was home alone - his parents gone out for the evening. She thought a couple of his friends might me with him but now she was brave enough to take a chance on that and hope they would take the hint and leave if she got the reaction she hoped. She would go across to his house – find an excuse – dressed to attract attention.
The plan was more to undress than dress – she would be ready for bed – wearing see-through short nightie under a loosely tied robe – then find she needed a light bulb. That was her reason for going two doors down the road – to ask if he had one and hope he would invite her in and she would show just a little too much and get him interested. He would want this sexy young wife to stay awhile and she would become very careless with her robe falling open. It all sounded easy – because if his mates didn’t take the hint and go – she would accept the offer to stay anyway!
“It seemed straight forward really,” she told me several days later, “If his friends stayed maybe he would take me upstairs for sex. Or there was the chance that if I wanted him to fuck me that I might also have to accommodate his friends – I was going to give it a try. He knew how I had liked the way he kissed me and I had done enough in the last few weeks to make it clear I was prepared to play around.
I got it very wrong though – I don’t know how I managed it but I could have died. His father answered the door – it was he in the house with his friends. There was I stood with my robe on looking dumb and tongue tied!”
The vision was almost comical, “So what did you do?” I asked.
“I could only think to say the words I had planned to – explain about the light bulb and say my husband was out and did they have a spare one I could use. It sounded unconvincing and corny now but I couldn’t just run away – I had to have a reason for being there. When he invited me in I expected his wife to be there and cringed at the thought of her seeing me dressed like that but when he showed me into the sitting room their were three other men present. It was the dad who was staying in with his buddies.
I felt conspicuous – all their eyes were fixed on me – they smiled and introduced themselves but their eyes undressed me and had more wicked thoughts. The boy’s dad, Jim he’s called – asked me to sit down while he went and found a light bulb for me. I was committed now and when I sat down it was like I was on display – I was really aware how short my robe was and that I hadn’t much on underneath.
