A little 'loving wives' tale with little graphic sex in it, so if that's what you crave, please move on.
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"Oh my God!
That's it ---- that's it ---- don't stop.
Aaah you bull you, you fucking bull.
More ---- more ---- more!
Oh yes --- yes --- yeeeeeeeeeees!"
With a final shudder that ran right through my body, my toes uncurled, my nipples seemed to explode. Then I collapsed exhausted on top of the hunk of a man that I was astride.
My bare breasts flattened against his chest, and slowly, no hurry, just very slowly and deliciously, I experienced that wonderful feeling of his large cock slowly deflating inside of me, slowly, wonderfully, slipping out with a silent plop!
We both lay there panting, trying to regain our breath, my body, so small against his, gently rising and falling as his chest rose and fell.
"Bugger me Dave that was good." I informed the good-looking man under me once I could find my breath.
"Isn't it always Barby?" He answered.
My name wasn't actually Barby, and for that matter it wasn't even Barbara. Some years ago when at school some guy had compared me to his sister's Barby Doll and the name had simply stuck.
Well that more or less gives you some idea of what I look like I guess. Tall, blonde, willowy and with big boobs. OK, not as big as the real Barby's tits, and they're real rather than plastic, and big enough that nobody ever complained.
Certainly the guy who first gave me that name didn't, and he enjoyed playing with them often enough at the time.
I looked down at my lover and smiled happily. We'd first had sex together some seven years previously when we'd been at College together as teenagers, and had hit it off straight away. It had been great that first time, and had got even better over the years.
Practice makes perfect they do say, and I found sex with my friend Dave just as close to perfect as I could possibly imagine.
"That was fucking marvelous Barby," reiterated Dave. "How come we never got married?"
"Because you're an asshole Dave," I reminded him for the fiftieth time.
"Mel doesn't think so." Dave pointed out cheekily.
"That's because your poor wife doesn't know that you've never stopped fucking me Dave," I pointed out, grinning at him.
"Could be," he agreed grinning back at me with that cheeky smile of his that I loved so much.
We lay there for a little longer in silence, while I rubbed my tits slowly back and forward against his chest, relishing the feel of his chest hairs as they caught against my still hard nipples. I could feel a third session coming on.
"What about Nick then?" Dave reminded me.
"Oh God yes; I mustn't forget, I'm supposed to be meeting him in town this afternoon."
"That's not what I mean silly," Dave interrupted me. " I mean how come I'm an asshole for screwing you, but you're not an asshole for having sex with me."
"Not the same." I pouted.
"How come it's not the same?" He demanded. "You're engaged to the guy, and due to get married in a few weeks."
"It's just not the same Dave." I tried to explain. "Men are happy as long as they get regular sex, but women, sensual women that is, need some variety. They need the feel of different cocks inside them from time to time."
"Time to time for Christ's sake," he laughed out loud. "How many men have you been to bed with since you got engaged to Nick?
I thought about it, remembering that I'd got engaged to Nick nearly five months ago.
"Eight," I told him trying my best to be honest.
"What about me."
"OK nine then," I admitted with a giggle. "But I'm going to stop the day I get married."
"Think you really can?" Dave asked.
I slithered my nakedness further up his gorgeous hard body, and started to kiss him passionately while I rubbed my pussy up against his hardening cock.
It was a pretty neat way of avoiding that question, as I wasn't really sure that I knew the true answer. I truly intended to be faithful to Dave's best friend Nick after we became man and wife, but then I'd promised myself the very same thing when we'd got engaged five months ago.
If only life wasn't so complicated.
If only there weren't so many gorgeous sexy men around.
If only my pussy didn't throb so, whenever an attractive man talked to me.
"Well I'm going to be Nick's best man on the day Barby," He reminded me. "But who's the best in bed?"
I gave that a moments thought, and then wished I hadn't. How do you give an honest answer to a question like that? Insult my husband to be ---- or lie to my favorite lover.
"Neither of you," I told him at last, making sure that he saw my mocking grin. "It was the black chap I picked up in the pub last week."
"Cheeky cow," Dave cried out, and pinched one of my nipples hard, pulling and tugging at it till I squealed out loud, and at last with a giggle agreed that it was in fact him who was best ----- Maybe the best by far.
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"Hi Barby."
Nick stood up like the gentleman he is, as the Maitre 'd showed me to his table. One of the advantages of having a boyfriend like Nick was that I eat in posh restaurants like that one all the time.
Little me from the back streets of South East London, being wined and dined by the son of one of the best families in the country.
Fucked by him as well for that matter.
"Hi Nick," I greeted him with a smile on my face. "Sorry I'm late sweetheart, but I got caught up on something."
What a sweetheart my Nick was. Never queried what I had been stuck up on to make me so late. Not that I could have told him that it had been his best friend's hard cock.
"Just over two weeks to go now Barby," my lovely six foot tall hunk of a husband to be reminded me, as he curled his arm round my slender waist. "Then we can sleep together every night without having to pretend we weren't to my parents."
"Not so loud Nick," I admonished him in not much more than a whisper. "I don't want everyone round us to know what we get up to.
"You're such a sweet little innocent aren't you honey," Nick laughed at me as I fluttered my eyebrows at him. "Nobody cares these days if we sleep together before we're married."
I shrugged my shoulders in reluctant acceptance, relishing the fact that my sweet man thought he had popped my cherry shortly after we had got engaged.
If only he knew.
If only he knew that I'd spent the night before and half this morning fucking his best friend in positions that he didn't know existed. How could I possibly introduce him to such acts, which I adored so much when he thought I was such an innocent little thing?
"Even so Nick," I carried on putting on an embarrassed grin, doing my naive little schoolgirl act. "You know how much I enjoy going to bed with you, but you don't have to let everyone know what we get up to do you?"
Nick chuckled and smiled at me as if I was a small child. Oh I loved it when he treated me like that. I absolutely loved it when he treated me like an innocent young girl.
He really thought that he had taught me everything that I knew about sex. Sometimes it was so difficult not to take the lead, not to take him to the edge of oblivion, to blow his mind, like I knew I could.
That would come of course, and I was looking forward to it developing over the next year or so. But meanwhile I had to play the inexperienced card, even acting so nervous when he suggested that I try giving him a blowjob, claiming that I wasn't really ready for that yet. Making him wait, when in reality I wanted to get my lips round his lovely cock, every bit as much as he wanted it, if not more.
The one time I'd actually kissed the tip of it, after he'd been on at me for so long just to taste it, I'd burst into tears, mock tears, and the poor sod had fallen for it.
Stupid upper class sod!
No, that's not fair at all. I did love him. No honestly I did love him, and was really looking forward to spending the rest of my life with him. Once I'd trained him a little, he would probably be just as good in bed as Dave.
Well, maybe nearly so.
And if he wasn't?
Well Dave would still be there for me of course.
And Mike and Fred and Miguel and .......
Oh it really wouldn't be a problem, and even I could afford to be a bit patient in order to marry into one of the richest families around.
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The two weeks seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, Nick was off on his stag night with his pals, my hen night being scheduled for the night after, the night before our wedding.
"Now you behave yourself Nick," I warned him as I brushed his jacket down with the back of my hand. "Don't let those wild friends of yours lead you astray."
"Don't worry sweetheart," he replied happily. "Dave has promised me faithfully to keep me on the straight and narrow."
Oh yer!
I already knew what they had in mind for him, having wheedled it out of Dave the night before when I refused to suck him off till he told me all. He'd held out well, right up till I threatened to get out of his car completely naked and go and knock on his neighbor's door. The one he didn't like that is. The big French rugby player who had flirted with his wife, Mel, at the Christmas party.
Then again of course, Dave had no idea that it would be nothing new for Jean-Pierre to see me in the nude; but then, why should he? Was none of his business after all.
It sounded OK --------- The stag party that is.
They were going for some drinks at their favorite pub in town, then off to the lap-dancing club down the road. I'd warned Dave that if he let things get out of hand, then he'd never hear the last of it. No way did I want my husband to be having sex with some loose woman just before our wedding, and if he did, then I don't think I would ever be able to forgive him. Just the thought of it made me sick to the stomach. Didn't mind some slapper sitting on his lap and flashing her bare tits in his face at all. Didn't mind if he had a grope of them for that matter.
Just didn't bother me.
But the thought of some other woman using my man's lovely cock, even just holding it, set me off in a rage.
He'd better behave!
If he didn't then he would suffer. The pair of them would suffer.
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Anyway ----------- It all did go off reasonably well as it happened.
Not that I trusted the pair of them to be honest with me of course, but my best friend Hester worked at the club they were going to. Nick thought she worked at an office in town of course, so she had to make herself scarce the night they were there.
I knew several of the girls at the club as it happened, having worked there as a stripper myself for a few months to help pay my way through College. But that had been several years previously, before I'd met Nick, but I made it very clear to all the girls that they'd be in trouble if it got out of hand.
It worked!
The following day Nick, Dave and several of their friends were complaining that it had all been a bit tame. Didn't mean they didn't have hang-overs of course, but that was OK with me.
Bloody men. Children, the lot of them.
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Then it was my hen-night!
Well, I'd been a bit crafty, hadn't I?
