This is a pure piece of fiction, written in my spare time. It contains references to MF, MM, and dildo strap-on sex, with a strong undercurrent of hubby humiliation. If this is not your cup of tea, then please, by all means hit the close button. No, it does not reflect the life style of the author. Its just ... erotic fiction.
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We left our neighbours house late in the night, our minds in turmoil. We'd spent an evening I never imagined possible in our marriage, and had come out the other side invigorated and liberated. We returned to our empty house, and climbed into bed, exhausted, smelling of sex.
The next morning I had great difficulty focusing upon my work. My mind forever wondering back to those erotic scenes of the day before. I was sure Sophie would be in the same state of mind, so I picked up the phone and rang home.
"Hi honey, its me."
"Mmmmmm, Hi" she replied.
"Are you OK, you sound a bit funny."
"They're here in the house. I'm sorry but I just couldn't refuse."
My cock twitched in my trousers, knowing instantly who 'they' were.
"What are they doing?"
"They've got me leaned over the breakfast bar. He's about to slide his cock in me. UGGGGGGHHHH .. MY GOD ..."
Sophie's moan echoed down the telephone line, filling my head with erotic images.
"And what's Chantal doing?" I questioned.
"Since you weren't here, Chantal helped out. She's licked my pussy and got it ready for Mark. I've never had a woman lick my pussy before. I feel so dirty. But it needed doing. Taking his cock doesn't get any easier.." she replied, out of breath.
My cock ached and I reached under my desk to stroke its throbbing length.
"Oh, its BIG. I can feel his cock stretching me wide open. I can feel the veins running along its length, his cock head rubbing against my G-spot. Chantal tells me I've only taken 4 inches so far. I've another 6 inches to go. Oh God, I love this cock."
As much as I hated to admit it, I loved hearing my quiet wife become some other man's cockslut.
"OHHH.. He's sliding his thumb in my asshole. I feel so FULL. Oh MY GOD, I'm CUMMMMING ... UGHHHH .."
All intelligent conversation with my wife ended, as the phone line filled with the sounds of her panting. Chantal, who had obviously finished her task, came to the phone.
"Lee, so nice to hear from you. I hope you don't mind but we popped over to borrow your wife. You see, Mark enjoyed her tight pussy so much last night, he's decided to use it more often. Sophie certainly seems not to mind. Check your blog site during the day. I'll post a few pictures for you."
I sat there speechless, amazed at her brazen authority over our couple.
"Mark's going to be busy with her all afternoon. If I was you I wouldn't count on dinner being ready on the table tonight. See you later."
With that, Chantal hung up.
Before I could react, the phone rang again calling me to yet another business meeting. The remainder of the day was busy. There I was working hard, earning a crust, in the knowledge that my wife was being fucked senseless in my own home.
That evening I rushed home early. I walked in through the front door to find the house in darkness. No one home. I walked to the neighbours' house, and opened the front door. The lights were ablaze, and there to greet me was my wife. My wife, sitting on the sofa, impaled on Mark's hard cock.
Her face was flushed red, her eyes half closed, a sultry look of bliss on her face. "Oh, hi honey. Sorry I wasn't there to meet you, but he started on me again. This is the third time today!"
Mark looked at me smugly, slowly thrusting his cock in and out. What could I say to that?
"Take your clothes off, have a shower. Go and see Chantal. She's up in the bedroom. I want you to do whatever she says. You understand? Please, just do what she says. I DO NOT want to risk losing access to this cock."