Unexpected Surrender

UNEXPECTED SURRENDER

Your friend Rick's hand was under my blouse, inside my bra, fondling my breast. I was nervous but also aroused. You were watching me. I knew you wanted me to let him continue, but I was reluctant. I had been faithful to you for our entire marriage. I'd made vows to be faithful to you and despite your encouragement, I didn't feel right about yielding to your friend. I hadn't stopped him when he reached into my blouse. I thought I would let him get a little and maybe that would satisfy his and your curiosity, if that's what it was. Now that his hand was on my breast, it felt so good that I decided to let him get a little more familiar with me. He unhooked my bra and my boobs flopped free. His hand roamed over both of my breasts. I could tell my nipples were hard and he really liked stroking his fingers over them.

He was kissing me and I was enjoying his sensuous lips. His tongue was exploring inside my mouth and I met his tongue with mine. He pulled my shirt up and I raised my arms to allow him to strip me to the waist. I looked at you as another man rubbed his face in my breasts, mauling my tits with his hands and sucking on my nipples. It felt so good. I remembered those first times with you, how it felt to have your hands and your mouth all over me. I remembered when your prick finally slid into me and I began my first orgasm. I knew that if Rick continued, he would bring me to that overwhelming sensation again. I knew you wanted me to yield to him, to let him strip me and fuck me. I'd had no intention of allowing it to happen when the evening started, but now I was on the way and my resistance was weakening.

We had invited Rick for dinner, like we had many times before. He and I had often flirted, although he was sometimes too gross for me. I'd kissed him and he'd grabbed my ass, but not much had happened between us. You always liked me to dress provocatively, with short shorts and skimpy tops, so I had worn a bra, but it was a thin one and my nipples poked through. I could feel Rick's eyes on them all evening and as I became light headed from the wine and the grass, I realized that I was aroused by his and your attention. Instead of football, you were both interested in me. I liked it and when you kissed me, I responded passionately.

Rick joined us on the couch at your invitation and after a few minutes of kissing both of you, you yielded to Rick and watched the two of us. Your hands had been roaming freely over my body and Rick assumed your responsibilities and had his hands on my butt and my legs. I was wearing shorts and both of you freely caressed my legs and my inner thighs. You had put your hand over my crotch, but when he tried it, I pushed his hand away, once, then again. I was subconsciously wanting him to put his hand there again. The juices in my pussy were beginning to flow. I wanted to be seduced by you and when you passed me to your best friend, I found my desires to have transferred to him. But I was scared.

With my breasts bared, Rick continued to suckle my nipples and you kissed me again. I looked at you with pleading eyes, desperately wanting you to tell me what you wanted me to do. You wouldn't say what you wanted. I knew. You wanted me to yield of my own volition, to let another man seduce me. I felt the lump of his cock pressing against my leg and knew he wanted me in the worst way. He desired me, wanted to consume me, to stick his prick in my hole. You were encouraging him and leaving me to decide. Should I let him continue, knowing that he would be fucking me, the first and only man to have fucked me other than you.

All of my strict puritanical upbringing was being challenged. I had been taught to resist boys' advances. I'd been taught and confirmed through experience that boys were interested in only one thing, my pussy. That was unfair to say, because you are a wonderful man and you love me for myself, but still, you have an unquenchable desire for my pussy. I continue to treasure the times when you grovel in my crotch, licking me and tasting my juices, making me have wonderful orgasms. I'd never known such pleasure existed until I was in bed with you. You took my virginity, rather, I willingly gave it to you. Once I felt your cock inside me, things were never the same. Back then, I lived for my time with you, eagerly awaiting Friday night when you would come get me and take me somewhere to fuck me all weekend. You proposed and the thought of being with you for my whole life was a dream.

After we married, having you fuck me every day was the dream come true. I eagerly gave you everything I had. You fucked me in the ass; I swallowed your cum; there was nothing I wouldn't do with you. I stripped in the woods for you to take photos and you made a video of me masturbating myself. We did other nonsexual things, of course, and our life has been wonderful, but right now, sex was the only thing on my mind. My pussy was dripping and your friend Rick had a hard cock ready for me to use.

Rick's hand slid into the back of my pants and went under my panties onto my bare ass. His fingers probed my crack and he gently squeezed my butt cheeks while his face continued to enjoy my tits. His hand slid into my crack, between my legs and touched my pussy. My shorts were undone in the front, thanks to you, so his hand was able to reach between my legs from behind. His fingers were on my sex, sliding along my slit, between my pussy lips. No man had ever been there except for you. When his hand moved around to the front, I didn't resist and his fingers promptly entered my vagina. He pushed two fingers inside me. I looked at you, watching from a few feet away. I know I had a helpless look on my face, wanting you to tell me it was okay to allow your friend to fuck me. When you nodded, I had the permission I needed. I felt an orgasm swimming over me, just from his hands in my cunt. Cunt is a nasty word, but you like it when I use it. Your friend's fingers were in my cunt, finger-fucking me.

He pulled my shorts and panties down my legs. I lifted my feet to assist him in stripping me. Now naked, I looked at you, wanting you to see me be taken by your friend, to yield my previously faithful married pussy to him, to have him put his big cock in my horny cunt. I laid back on the couch, parted my knees and let him do his thing.

He wanted to prolong my pleasure. He slid down so his head was in my lap. He was looking at the intimate features of my pussy, something nobody had ever seen except for you and my 'cunt doctor', as you call Dr. Jamisson. Rick used his fingers to spread my lips apart and closely examine the folds of my vulva. He tickled my clit with his index finger and then the tip of his tongue lapped at my soft flesh. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through me when his tongue touched me there. I arched my back and he slid his fingers inside me again. He found my g-spot and his fingers pressed together with his lips on my clit which brought me to my first climax. I squirmed while he held me, controlling me as my orgasm continued. His face was buried in my cunt, his fingers were inside me. My own hands roamed over my breasts, pinching my nipples. I saw you there with your phone, taking photos of your friend ravishing me. I closed my eyes and focused solely on the wonderful sensations cascading through my body.

His tongue entered my vagina and he swirled it around the rim of my love hole. He tried to get his face inside me, his nose and his tongue were pushing, trying to get into my vagina. I pulled the back of his head to my crotch, coming all over his face. I'd totally lost whatever modesty I'd had and was letting this man devour my flesh. I wanted him. I wanted his cock in me.

"Fuck me." I implored him. "Come up here and fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask." He said.

I looked at you, my loving husband, about to yield my extra-marital cherry to your friend, to let another man put his cock in my married cunt for the first time. I looked at you for reassurance. There would be no going back. Unlike a light bulb, I couldn't be unscrewed.

I said to you, "I want him."

You nodded.

I said, "I want him to fuck me while you watch."

You smiled. I saw your hand on your cock.

He was there, kneeling between my legs with his cock aimed at my vagina. I felt the tip of his prick touch the opening to my honey pot. I wanted him inside me, whether you liked it or not. With your permission, I was acting like a wanton slut, wanting this man to fuck my married cunt. The head of his prick spread me open, I felt his cock-flesh pressing all around the rim of my vagina opening. He pushed his prick into me, slowly sliding it along the slick walls of my vagina, deeper and deeper until his pelvis was pressed against my crotch. He was inside me and began to pump his cock, fucking me. He put his face in my breasts and then moved up and kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving myself to him. My legs wrapped around his knees, holding him there. You were there, but he was the one making love to me. You'd let him have me and now I was going to give myself to him completely. I looked into his eyes while he fucked me. Our tongues tangled again and I felt his prick touch my cervix. Another wave of orgasm spread over me.

Rick was doing me bareback. The soft skin of his hard prick was sliding aloing the slippery walls of my cunt. I thought for a moment about how his cock felt different than yours. Was it better? Was it longer? I smiled at my decadent thoughts about being fucked by a man with a bigger cock. I don't know if he was bigger, but he was different. His stroke was different. He felt different between my legs. He smelled different; he had more hair on his chest and his lips tasted different from yours. I liked him. It was a good thing I did since he was fucking me, but I mean that I liked his pace, the feel of his cock, the way his hips spread my thighs apart. Getting fucked by another man was a new thrill. I had never thought I would do it, and now I wondered if I would want to do it again. Maybe Rick and I could have a regular liaison or something. I wondered if you would like that.

You were sitting there watching, watching another man fuck your wife. I thought you were foolish to share me, but it seemed to really excite you to see me get off. You love watching me do myself with my vibrators, both of us imagining that the fake cock belonged to another man. We've made up scenarios where I would be getting fucked with you watching. I made up a story about men raping me while you were tied up and you came in your hand while I looked into your eyes and described how their cocks felt inside me.

I felt Rick's body tense and from the expression on his face, I knew the semen was building inside him and was about to erupt into my unprotected womb. The last threshold of sharing me was about to be crossed. I felt him gushing inside me. He had an expression of pure ecstasy. I remembered how wonderful it was to watch your face the first time you came inside me and now another man was having the same reaction. It really stoked my feminine ego to have a man lose himself in pleasure while coming in my pussy. I concentrated on the baby-making fluid washing up into my deepest recesses, his sperm seeking my uterus on the chance of getting me pregnant. Only you have done that. I wondered for a moment if you might want your friend to impregnate me. What a nasty, but thrilling idea. I'd never do it, I told myself, but knew how easily I had been seduced by your friend. He'd tapped a secret gene of primitive desire in me, he'd awakened the slut in me. I was like a female cat in heat, rubbing herself on tomcats, wanting so badly to get fucked.

I laid there for a moment, my legs spread apart, semen oozing out of my just-fucked cunt. Rick kissed me tenderly and thanked me.

I asked him, "Was I okay?"

He said, "You were fabulous."

I looked at you and said to Rick, "Maybe David will let us do it again. We can make a regular thing of it."

Rick was silent, but you moved in.

You immediately mounted me and I felt your familiar cock replacing his in my sloppy vagina. You'd never had sloppy seconds in my cunt before. You slid in so easily, like I was lined with silk. Your familiar cock felt different with all your friend's spunk inside me, but your body and your pace were the ones I loved. You seemed to really like fucking my semen-filled cunt.

I asked you, "Did you like that? Did it match your fantasy to see another man fuck me?"

You nodded and began to pump faster. You usually take your time, but you seemed driven by wild desire. I encouraged you, looking into your eyes with shared lust. I didn't remember you looking so eager, so primitive in your desires. I knew you wanted to reclaim me for your own and I wanted it too. I'd fucked another man and now you had to assert your rights to me. I was your woman and I wanted you to take me, to let me know that I belonged to you. It was so wonderful when your cum blasted into my vagina. It seemed like you had an unusually big load, just for me.

"That's it. Come inside me. I love you, only you." I said.

I was coming too. The way you desired me was wonderful and pushed me over the top again. I momentarily marveled at how many times I had come with you and your friend; I had enjoyed it as much as you had. Performing for you, letting another man strip me and finger me, eat my pussy, then fuck me, was exhilarating. We'd tried something new and it had been great. I'd been afraid, but with your help, I'd done it. Now I wondered if you were going to want to share me with others. I knew and loved Rick (a friend kind of love, not a fucking kind of love). Having him do me was great, but I didn't want to do it with men I didn't know. But, thinking about it, it you want me to do with other guys ...?"

Rick had left and we cuddled, then fell asleep in our bed and now it's the next morning. We haven't talked about it yet. I'm wondering what we will say. What will you want me to do next? Will I want to? But then I put those thoughts out of my mind and remembered the wonderful feeling of fucking your friend, then giving you sloppy seconds, the fulfilling feeling of going to sleep with the semen of two men inside. I hadn't expected it and hadn't expected that I would like it as much as I did.

"What's next, Honey?"