I have realised from one or two comments from people reading my stories that I never revealed the hold my sister had over hubby, nor the fact that she is no longer living with us.
So, feeling annoyed that hubby couldn't seem to get over his mental block over letting me keep him in chastity and faithful to me, even to the extent that he would never be allowed to wank, whilst I sleep with lots of hunky younger men, I decided to step things up. Basically, when all three of us were together I asked my sister straight out, to reveal how she was blackmailing hubby.
She told me that she had walked into our bedroom, after I'd gone to work, thinking that hubby was already up and dressed. I think she actually knew full well that he was still in bed and listened at the door for the right moment to burst in. Anyway, what she discovered was hubby wanking. Not just wanking, but wanking into a pair of my knickers. Luckily she had her phone with her, what a coincidence, so she took some pics, then under the threat of showing me the pics, she insisted he carried on so she could shoot some video. She then showed me the pics and the video.
I wasn't even a bit cross, I thought it was really sweet that he was using my worn knickers, it showed that he was thinking about me, not someone else, when he was wanking. Obviously my sister planned to get something on him, but I wonder to what extent he went along with it to be 'forced' into doing things which turned him on but he was a little bit afraid of doing.
With that puzzle out of the way, I thought we could move forward, but then my sister got a job offer, and the next day I had to take her to the west country, to start the job. Hubby was away on business from Sunday to Tuesday evening, so my plans had to wait.
All day Sunday was spent moving my sister to Somerset, nearly three hours away in a very loaded 4 x 4. When I finally got home I was exhausted, so I opened a bottle of Pinot Gringo, and poured myself a large glass, and drank it straight down. I drank the second glass a little more slowly.
Here I have a little secret to share. The journey home was slow and boring, typical Sunday night, so when I stopped at the services for a much needed pee, I slipped my little lacy thong off completely, and held it bunched up in my hand as I came out of the toilets.
I was wearing a flowery, flared summer skirt, that felt thin and insubstantial as I walked across the car park. Obviously no one knew that I had no knickers on, but I felt so turned on as guys smiled at me, as I walked past them. I smiled back, of course, and rated them on how much I wanted to fuck them. Just in my head, of course.
Once I was back on the road, crawling along in a line of vehicles heading towards London, I slipped my left hand under my skirt and started to play with my pussy. At first I just stroked up and down my lips, enjoying the sensation, and the feeling of doing something secret and naughty. As I got more worked up I started to play with my clitoris, wishing I'd had the foresight to slip a vibrator into the car before we left home.
I started to remember Paul fucking my arse, Paul fucking my pussy, Paul finger fucking me with my husband sitting right next to me holding my legs apart. That last image was the most erotic, and soon I was imagining my husband sitting watching Paul fuck me in his hotel room. I rubbed harder and faster and in seconds I was climaxing, and as I was bucking in my seat the traffic slowed to a stop, and I realised a truck driver was stopped facing in the other direction, and that he had a perfect view of my hand scrabbling between my legs.
"Having fun love?" he called from his open window.
"Yes I am!" I called back "Are you?"
"Not as much as you!"
And then the traffic started to move. I was so turned on by my encounter with the trucker, that I rammed my fingers straight back between my legs, and in fact I came twice more on the journey home. I had to stop once the traffic started going faster, but my play time certainly made the journey less tedious.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so, well into my second glass of Pinot, I picked up the phone and rang Paul's mobile. He doesn't like me ringing him when he's at home with his wife, but I wasn't going to risk wasting an evening.
"Can you talk?"
"Yes, for a few minutes, what is it?"
"Hubby is away tomorrow night, are you free?"
"I thought I might not hear from you again, after I gave you that little surprise."
"You mean buggering me without my permission?"
"Yes, that."
"Well you are hearing from me."
"That's good, but I'm afraid there's a problem with tomorrow"
"Oh damn, aren't you at the hotel?"
"I am at the hotel, but I'm having dinner down the road with a colleague."
"Oh, that's a shame, I'm so horny."
"That seems like a waste, why don't you join us, I'm sure Peter won't mind."
"Ok, if you're sure he won't mind"
"I'm sure he won't, but just in case, wear a dress and no knickers. We can let him know when we are having a drink before dinner."
"But that will make him think that you're both going to fuck me."
"Yes, it will, won't it. Meet us at 7:30 in the hotel lobby"
"Gosh...ok...7:30 and no knickers."
"Got to go...see you tomorrow."
Monday morning I went off to work wondering what on earth I was thinking the night before when I let Paul talk me into having a threesome with him and a colleague I'd never even met. Paul on his own was a bit of a handful, but with two of them I would be completely out of control. By late afternoon, I still had butterflies in my stomach, but I was starting to get really excited. I slipped away a bit early, so I could have plenty of time for pampering, and really went to town with the preparation. I chose a fairly tight dress, with a supported bust, so I wouldn't need a bra. Obviously I wasn't allowed knickers, but at least the pencil shaped dress couldn't blow up in the wind.
I spent so long making myself look gorgeous that I was nearly late and realised I hadn't phoned hubby. In the end he rang me as I was driving to the hotel, and I told him a bit of a fib, saying that I was having dinner with some of the girls from work. Since he wasn't yet locked up in a cage, I didn't want to get him all upset at me going out with no knickers on to have sex with two hunky guys.
"Here's Sarah, Sarah this is Peter."
"Hi Peter, it's nice to meet you."
"And it's great to meet you Sarah, Paul didn't exaggerate, you look fantastic."
"Thank you Peter, Paul didn't mention that you were an American."
"Does that matter?"
"Of course not."
