Thanks to everyone who sent positive feed back, it has inspired me to continue with this story! If you didn't enjoy the first episode, don't bother reading any further. This is posted in Loving Wives because it's about a wife who likes being fucked. If that's not your bag, read something else, or write something else, don't tell me (you know who you are, anon.)
For the rest of you, any feedback, suggestions and criticisms, votes etc. are all very welcome and appreciated.
10th March 2008
Due to some comments (which I have left posted) I have finally edited this story and changed a few parts of dialogue to avoid any confusion as it crosses borders. it has also given me a chance to change a few mistakes. Feedback does work!
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Following our first threesome as described in my first story, Lynne was a little embarrassed by her wanton actions the next day. I tried to draw on her innermost thoughts of that hot night, but apart from admitting that she had thoroughly enjoyed being fucked senseless, she told me that she didn't really want to discuss it further until she had got her mind around the situation.
We met up with Ian again a few days later; We had both felt nervous about seeing him after letting him join our sex lives, although we had spoken a few times on the phone. When he arrived, struggling beneath a huge bouquet of flowers for Lynne the tension eased, and everything was back to normal. We went out for a drink, and spent a pleasant evening together.
Conversation flowed easily with no difficult references to 'that night', although over the next few weeks it did seem that an occasional knowing look or comment could pass without embarrassment.
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As we lay in bed, a few nights later, Lynne confessed that she had been concerned that Ian might assume that he would be allowed, or expected to fuck her, every time he was invited round, but as that hadn't happened, she could now look back at our threesome with ease.
"After all" she whispered to me, "It was something special, wasn't it?"
"It certainly was," I assured her gently, pulling her closer.
"I still can't believe how much cock you can manage, you looked fantastic all night, and it makes me hard just thinking about it!"
Lynne's hand slid down to check my statement.
"Mmm," She whispered, smiling "It does seem to do it for you, doesn't it?"
"I have to say, having two hard cocks aching for me all night was a great compliment, I was really only expecting an hour or so at the most!"
"I think that you underestimate your powers, you may pass as a prim and proper lawyer by day, but you make a fantastic slut wife by night!
"Oh God," she sighed, "Is that how you see me now?"
"Sometimes. You know, when I want to," I told her, teasingly.
"And when is that, exactly?" she quizzed,
"Well, now, for instance, and two days ago at the supermarket."
"At the supermarket? Why on earth the supermarket?" she gasped.
"You were bending over the freezer, dressed in your smart black trouser suit, and the thought crossed my mind that the people around you would have no idea of how you looked, dressed like a slut, bent over an armchair with two cocks vying to satisfy you!"
"Wow! Do you really think of me like that? You're not going to get bored with me then!" she giggled.
"I'll never get bored! You can have all the cock you want, just so long as I am in agreement and part of it!"
"Do you mean that we could do it again then? I mean with Ian, he was so sweet, he really did enjoy me, didn't he?"
"Enjoy you! I'll say he did, he told me that he only has to think of you that night and he gets a raging hard on!"
Lynne lay with her eyes closed, deep in thought for a while, before she turned to me and looked straight into my eyes.
"Would you like another session Darling? I know that you wanted to see me being fucked by someone else, but now that we've done that, do you think we should do it again?
"What about you?" I asked, "I would love to do it all over again, but only if you are going to feel happy and enjoy it too."
She gave me an impish smile.
"Having your two big cocks at my mercy all night is the most exciting thing that I can think of, I would love to do it again!" she said in a low voice, her hand sliding down to my stiff cock.
"If that's what you want then, that's what you'll get!" I encouraged, "I'll speak to Ian, when do want to arrange it for?
"How about this weekend?" she suggested eagerly.
"No good, Ian is going to Germany until next Friday, you'll have to wait until the following weekend, can you wait until then?"
"I suppose so," she replied, with a dejected tone, but then she brightened a little, saying,
"Actually, that might be better,"
"Why?"
"Well, I've been thinking, I would like to try something a bit different next time, I still want you both to enjoy it, but I want to take more control, you know, be in charge."
She had my mind racing now! "What do you mean by 'in charge' exactly?"
"Oh God, this is embarrassing! ...I have been thinking,"
"Go on." I urged.
"Look," she paused, "Don't laugh, but, I thought it would be fun to restrain you a little, both of you, so that I could tease you for a while. But you would have to go along with it, or I would feel silly, and that would spoil it. What do you think?"
"I think you are a very naughty girl," I laughed, "I'll tell Ian to keep the following weekend free!"
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I called Ian the next morning, outlining Lynne's idea. Needless to say he was more than keen at the prospect of getting his cock into her again, and bemoaned the fact that he was working away.
"This is going to seem one hell of a long trip now, please don't let her change her mind," he pleaded, "I'm going to be loaded right up for her when I get back!"
"Don't worry mate," I assured him, "I'll keep her simmering nicely until you get here!"
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Lynne's excitement built steadily during the next week.
One afternoon I had to take her to a local boatyard on the river to buy various lengths of soft black rope, and the following day we had to visit endless furniture shops until we found a matching pair of long low stools.
"What do we want these for?" I asked.
"I've always wanted something like these for the big bay window in the bedroom." was her explanation, although it was the first that I had heard of this.
So, needless to say, she bought them, and managed to arrange delivery for the next day!
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On the Thursday, Ian phoned from Dusseldorf.
"Is everything still on for Saturday?" he asked.
I told him what we had been up to, so he had better make sure that he was back!
"Oh I'll be back, even if I have to walk! But listen," he continued, "What shoe size does Lynne take?"
"Three or thirty six European, I think. Why?"
"Well," he replied, "I've seen a fantastic pair of boots in a shop here with five inch heels, she would look great in them, I thought that if you were O.K. with it, I'd buy them for her."