Caught! (Mike's Story)
It was a Thursday afternoon, about 2 pm. I was taking my shoes off outside our back door, after coming home early from work.
My name is Mike, I'm 33 years old, married for 10 years to Wendy 32 years old. We had a great sex life, but for the last few months I had a suspicion that something was going on.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Sometimes when I came home all the windows in the house were open, even on cold days. There was a strong smell of air freshener that was covering something else and the bed always had fresh sheets on. Was she having an affair. On those days she seemed extra attentive to my sexual desires, seemed extra aroused and wet between her legs.
That was why I had taken a half day off work. I parked the car on the next street, I didn't want her to hear me pull up on the driveway. I had walked down the road keeping my head down and keeping close to any hedges for cover, as our bedroom was at the front of the house. I quietly opened the back door, left my brief case, jacket and tie in the kitchen. If there was going to be a confrontation I didn't want to be strangled with my own tie.
As I crept up the stairs I could hear my wife moaning. I knew that was the sound of her enjoying sex. There were other moans from a voice I didn't recognise. I was prepared to burst in and catch them in the act. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, as I looked through the gap I couldn't believe what I saw. I recognised my wife's red hair, she was on top. The person underneath was another woman, my wife was fucking her with some sort of double ended dildo.
I stood rooted to the spot, all sorts of things running through my mind. If she'd been fucking a man I would have burst in on them. A woman, I'd fantasised about her having lesbian sex, but how did I feel about seeing her doing it. Should I confront them, let them get on with it and confront her later. Not confront her. I hadn't even known my wife had any sex toys, let alone lesbian tendencies. I noted the woman wasn't shaved like my wife. Her vaginal opening was being pulled in and out in time with the dildos action.
Without any conscious thought I'd dropped my trousers and my boxers were pulled half way down my legs as I played with my erection. In my excited fumbling I'd accidentally pushed the door open. The woman looked at me. My god it was Andrea from next door, Phil's wife. I froze, she gasped and whispered something in my wife's ear. Wendy paused briefly, then they carried on.
Wendy said, "Come in Mike, why don't you join us?"
"Don't stand there with your jaw flapping." said Andrea, "What are you waiting for?"
I quickly undressed and got on the bed beside them and started to caress them, slipping my hand down to feel their cunts and the dildo pumping in and out.
"Mike you've never fucked me in the arse, there's some lube on the bedside table, lube yourself and my bum and GET in there."
Bloody hell I'd never heard Wendy talk like that.
"And if you are a good boy you can fuck Andrea."
"In any hole you like." Said Andrea.
I didn't need asking twice. I'd wanted to try anal sex, but never had the courage to broach the subject with Wendy.
I lubed us both up. Wendy stopped pumping while I spread her cheeks. Placed the head of my prick on what I had assumed, up till now, was her forbidden hole and gently pushed. After the initial resistance I was soon up to the hilt inside her. She started fucking Andrea again and I started fucking Wendy's arse. I could feel the dido in my wife's vagina, through the membrane, rubbing on my prick. The feeling was incredible, I was close to cumming, Wendy and Andrea were also nearing their peak. I shot my load in Wendy's arse, that tipped her over and brought on orgasms for both her and Andrea.
We lay in each other's arms, I was now soft and had flopped out of her arse, but Wendy still had the dildo in Andrea. As she took the dildo out of Andrea, I noted that my wife had a blue coloured erect penis. When she took it out of herself there were ridges that would have rubbed on her clit and a bulb shape that she could hold in using her vaginal muscles. It was a strapless dildo.
Soon the girls were fondling my prick, Andrea went down on me and Wendy made me lick and suck her strapless. I could taste Andrea's juices on it. Andrea had a different taste to my wife, but it was still delicious. They swapped round and Andrea pulled a flesh coloured strapless from under the pillow, that tasted of Wendy. I wondered how long they'd been at it before I got home.
I heard Wendy say, "Why don't you let him fuck you in the bum. When he comes it's hot and I don't just mean the action. His spunk in your bum is hot."
"Hmm yesss." Mumbled Andrea.
Wendy lubed us both. With Andrea on top, my wife guided my prick to Andrea's puckered rosebud. She held me in position while Andrea lowered herself onto my cock. Once she was fully impaled, she held herself still.
Wendy now moved over my face and lowered her cunt to my mouth. I loved giving her oral and was soon grinding my face in her and sticking my tongue in her vagina. Meanwhile Andrea started rocking back and forth, pumping up and down on me. The two women above me were kissing, fondling and sucking each other's breasts and rubbing each other's clits.
Andrea screamed as I came in her arse, which made my wife come in my mouth. We lay in each other's arms relaxing. Then Andrea looking at the clock realised that time was getting on, she quickly got up and dressed to go home and shower before Phil got home from work. As she was leaving she said, over her shoulder, "I'll leave you two love birds alone ... for now!"
As we lay in bed my wife said they had planned it. They wondered how long it would take me to cotton on. The open windows, the air freshener and the clean bedsheets were all meant to make me suspicious. They would have their trysts at Andrea's house, or on a Thursday at our house. It had taken me just over three months to figure out that something was going on and they had sublimely planted Thursday in my mind.
That was not all, despite my being quiet, they had heard me opening the back door and moving about the kitchen. What I saw through the partly open bedroom door was to a certain extent staged. Once they heard me coming upstairs Wendy had flipped Andrea over so I would get a good view of their filled cunts. Andrea gasped, as planned, although she wasn't expecting to see me with my trousers down holding my erection in full view.
I'd been taken for a kipper. Not that I was complaining, as I ended up in bed with the two of them.
My wife told me she was going to take my anal virginity, she knew it was something I'd never tried. In my teens when I was an army cadet there had been a lad, Brian, who preferred boys. He had tried it on with me once, but got slapped down. His group of hangers on were known as, 'Brian's Bum Boys'.
Letting my wife do that to me seemed perfectly acceptable and I was willing to experiment.
She said, "It's better if I'm on my back, because if I'm on top the combination of lube, my juices, gravity and the pumping action can make my end to slip out."
I was getting strangely excited with what was about to happen. I'd never before entertained the idea, but now I couldn't wait. I took her strapless turned round on top of her, gave her a quick lick, she was still very wet from our previous escapades. I gently inserted the bulb end into her vagina and started to suck her 'cock' while she sucked mine. Wendy lubed my arse, stuck first one finger in then two, to prepare me. At her slap on my bum I swivelled round and presented my 'hole' to her 'cock' and slowly sank down on it. What a strange, full feeling I had. Not at all unpleasant, in fact as I started to slide it in and out of myself, I found I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. Wendy had hold of my cock which she was rubbing in time with my pumping. I was building up to an orgasm in my bum. I never knew such a thing was possible. When I finally came it seemed to last a long time, and was more intense that any wank.
From when I'd got home to the next morning we tried various positions and manoeuvres. Had anal, vaginal and oral sex. While we rested between bouts, Wendy told me how her affaire with Andrea started. About nine months previously Andrea had come round to our house upset, because she suspected Phil of having affairs when he was away on business or at conferences. While Andrea cried on her shoulder Wendy gave her a comforting hug, which led to a kiss. Wendy without thinking responded to Andrea's needs and they soon ended up naked in bed. Their feelings got the better of them and they seemed unable to stop what was happening. They caressed and fondled each other. Soon Andrea was humping Wendy's thigh. Wendy, quietly enjoying the sensation, reciprocated. When release came it wasn't a mind blowing orgasm, but a feeling of contentment. Quickly followed by feelings of guilt.
They both dressed quietly and quickly then Andrea went home. They avoided each other for a couple of weeks, but we'd been friends since they moved next door five years before. They found it difficult to ignore each other and had to admit they'd enjoyed the sex and companionship. Admitting to each other that what had happened between them was unexpected but pleasurable, they went ahead and explored this newfound sexuality.
One day, when Phil was away at one of his conferences, after making love Wendy turned to Andre and said,
"I hope this won't shock you, but I think of you all alone next door when Phil is away. I would love it if you could spend the night with us."
Andrea went quiet for a moment.
"I like the idea, but I can see a number of problems. How do we broach it with Mike? What are the ground rules? Who is allowed to do what to who? What about jealousy?"
"So long as I'm there," said Wendy, "you can do what you like with him."
They didn't think they could ask me outright, as they didn't know what my reaction would be. I'm not sure what my reaction would have been either. Probably not positive. So a plan for my entrapment was put in place. They were beginning to get impatient and wondering what else they could do, as I was showing no signs of falling into the trap. Until yesterday.
I resolved, that next time I went for a drink with Phil, I would ask him if he had a fling when he went to these conferences. I was strictly a nine to five man, so such opportunities never arose. Phil admitted that most times he would end up in bed with one of the female delegates, they were usually married and looking for a bit of variety. He didn't think Andrea knew about it and although she seemed distant at one point, lately when he came back she seemed more loving.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." He said.
If only you knew Phil, if only you knew.
I thought.
Now that Andrea was fulfilling her desires with us, Phil could have his flings for all she cared. So it came to pass that when Phil was away Andrea slept with us. We tried all sorts of positions and combinations, double penetration, anal or vaginal. Sometimes I was in the filling in the sandwich, sometimes one or the other of them was the filling.
On one of those mornings I began to stir, Andrea still had the strapless in my arse. One hand under me reaching round and holding Wendy's hand just above my pubic hair, another hand was cupping my balls one hand resting on my chest and another hand playing with my erection. FIVE HANDS! My eyes snapped open.
"EDNA!"
The girls jumped.
