A loving wife has sex with two guys, cuckold, loving wife, sex stories, 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.”
“Have you dressed as I instructed?” Paul went straight for the killer punch.
“Yes, of course, no underwear at all in fact.”
“Wow! You sure are one sexy lady.” Peter offered, looking into my eyes, but I suspect thinking about other parts of my body.
Standing, inadequately dressed between these charming, attractive, successful men, I felt an incredible frisson of excitement. I knew that this was exactly how I wanted to live my life in future. I decided there and then that my husband would be in a permanent chastity cage within one month, and that like it or not he would have to come to terms with me cuckolding him on a regular basis. I had come to the conclusion that I loved sex too much to dedicate my whole sexual future to one man, and that, in fact, I needed to push the boundaries way beyond what my husband could accept were he free to choose.
“So Sarah, what can I get you to drink?”
“Paul, you know what I drink. Get a bottle of Moets please. Peter, will you drink some champagne with me? I know Paul prefers his malt whisky.”
“I’d love to help you with this first bottle Sarah. Do you always drink champagne?”
“Well, my husband, being a bit of a cheapskate, often gives me Prosecco, but I prefer Moet. Have you been there, by the way? We had a private tour.”
“What, of Moet?”
“Yes, of course, in Epernay”
“No I haven’t, but I would love to, perhaps you might consider going again with me?”
“I might…we’ll see.”
Paul arrived back from the bar with a bottle of Moet, two champagne flutes, and a large whisky for him. We toasted having a fun evening, and chatted about nothing important, until Paul put down his whisky glass.
“I need to kiss you.”
“Well, if you need to, you better had. Peter, excuse me turning my back on you.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that at all, I can admire your gorgeous ass”
I turned to Paul and he started kissing me on the lips. It was a very sexy arousing experience, kissing another woman’s husband in the middle of the hotel foyer. It got a whole lot sexier when Peter moved in close behind me and started kissing the back of my neck, while his arms wrapped around me and started caressing my breasts. My nipples got very hard, very fast, and I could feel a familiar warm, wet, tingly feeling between my legs. In a few moments the men started to get aroused, I could feel a bulge in front of me, pressing into my stomach, and another behind my back. We were also starting to attract attention.
“That’s enough for now boys, or we’ll get thrown out.”
They moved reluctantly away from me, so we were just chatting again, but we were chatting about sex.
“I’ve never had a threesome before, so you’ll have to be a little patient with me.”
“I haven’t either, but I’m really getting into the idea.” Paul confessed
“I’ve had a threesome with two girls,” Peter added “They were hookers.”
“Shall we get going to the restaurant, there’s no champagne left?”
They each took an arm and we walked out into the evening sunshine. As we walked along the pavement towards the restaurant I smiled to myself, very happy to be with these two gorgeous men, who were both going to fuck me later. I decided that I would do threesomes often, but never with another girl.
When we got to the gastro pub the bar area was packed with people waiting to get allocated a table. Even though we’d booked, we had to wait in the queue, as everyone had booked. Peter was despatched to get another bottle of champagne, and a whisky for Paul.
“What do you think of him?”
“He’s nice, charming, good looking.”
“You’re happy to have sex with him later?”
“Definitely, I’m really looking forward to having both of you.”
“Good, we’ll see if we can push your boundaries a bit.”
“Hmmnn…how exciting…I can’t wait.”
Peter got back with the drinks and we edged forward in the crowd. It was getting more and more crowded and I found myself wedged between Paul and Peter. They both took advantage of the situation and started running their hands over me. Paul was in front and running his hand up and down over my pubic mound through my dress. Peter was exploring my ass, rubbing his hand up and down the crack, fondling my buttocks. Peter made some sort of signal to Paul with his free hand, which, of course, I couldn’t see.
Both the guys hands worked their ways down my legs to the hem of my dress, then I felt them moving back up, and I could feel that the hem was being pulled up as well. I panicked a bit, looking around me, but no-one else could really see anything, we were so closely packed. The hem was raised higher and higher. No-one said anything. Finally it was around my waist, and I felt a foot slide between my feet and lever my legs a little apart. Paul’s hand pushed between my legs and his fingers, two I think, pushed past my pussy lips and into my vagina. As he had in the restaurant, he started flicking my clit with his thumb.
Behind me Peter was enjoying my ass cheeks, and then I felt his finger pressing on the little rose bud of my bum, and soon he was inside and pushing right in, then in and out in a steady rhythm. I had to stop Paul, or I would cum.
“Please stop playing with my sex bud, or I’ll cum with all these people around”
“I’m not going to stop until you’ve cum, so you’d best make it quick before the crowd moves”
The feelings going through me were amazing, my clitoris was so engorged, Paul added another finger to make his thrusts even more wonderful, and Peter pushed a second finger into my ass, and was pumping in and out, and I was going to cum, and there was nothing I could do about it. When I came, my legs went all wobbly, but the two hands were deep inside me and I didn’t fall, but the extra pressure on my clit and the fingers rammed into my pussy and arse gave me the most incredible climax. I tried so hard to keep quiet by pushing my fist into my mouth, but I wasn’t entirely successful. Several people turned to look at me.
I was still climaxing when the people in front of us moved away to their table, and the guys whipped their hands out of my orifices, but didn’t bother pulling my hem back down. The maitre’d who was gorgeous, and French, glanced down at my exposed pubes.
“Vous etes tres jolie madam.”
I rapidly re-arranged my dress.
“Merci beaucoup, vous etes gentil monsieur.”
“Bon, suivey moi.”
He showed us to a square table for four, and after seating us he removed the spare cutlery, handed us our menus then placed a napkin on each of our laps. As he placed my napkin down, he managed to hook a finger under the hem of my dress and slide the hem up my legs a little, and, as he settled my napkin, he slid his hand some way up the inside of my right leg.
“Merci beaucoup.”
“C’etais ma plaisir, madame.”
We studied our menus, and then I remembered where the guy’s fingers had been.
“I think you boys should go and wash your hands before we eat, especially you Peter.”
“Good point, but let’s order first.”
The boys ordered oysters, then steak, and since I also adore oysters, I ordered those as well, followed by lamb.
“They say oysters taste like a woman’s pussy, when she’s aroused, do you guys agree?”
“Oh, absolutely, no question at all.” Paul replied.
“I’ll second that Sarah, although I haven’t tasted you yet. Perhaps later I can compare you to the oysters?”
“I look forward to offering you both a pussy tasting later. Now run along and wash those hands”
The oysters were fantastic, washed down with the last of the champagne, then Paul ordered a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape which I hadn’t had in ages. We were all getting very relaxed, and I didn’t complain when I felt a hand on each knee from the gentlemen positioned either side of me. They pulled my legs far apart, forcing my dress up towards my pussy, and, to avoid tearing it, I lifted my bum a little off the seat, and both men pushed the hem of my dress right up to my waist. That left me sitting on my bare bum, with my legs splayed and only a napkin to cover my modesty.
The maitre’d approached carrying our main courses, he placed the guy’s steaks in front of them, then came round behind Peter to place mine in front of me. Just as he was placing the plate down, I felt my napkin whipped away. The guys were still holding my legs wide apart, and now one of them had my napkin. My sex was fully displayed to the charming Frenchman.
“Ah Madame, you seem to have dropped your napkin”
As he was saying this his hand slipped between my legs and started stroking my pussy lips. I cannot describe how excited I was. He was only stroking me for a few seconds, but it was pure joy. Sadly, he couldn’t continue very long without attracting attention, so I was left with a very aroused clitoris, and my juices seeping onto the chair.
“It would seem that two guys aren’t enough for our sexy Sarah.” Peter commented.
“Please may I have my napkin back?”
“No.” they both said in unison.
We started to eat our steaks, but the guys took turns to stroke my clit, so it took me forever to eat my meal. Eventually I was finished and we all agreed that we should get to the hotel and have some serious sex.
When we got to the hotel room, I was excited, but also a little nervous, but the guys took charge and pulled my dress off, then they both stripped naked. What a pair of hunks they were, tanned, toned and well hung. Paul sat on the end of the double bed and asked me to suck him. As soon as I bent forward to take his hardening cock in my mouth, I felt Peter behind me, placing his rigid cock at the entrance to my vagina. He pushed confidently in, then started an in and out rhythm, as I settled in to giving Paul a blow job.
“Come up here and climb on my cock.” Paul instructed as he slid up the bed and lay on his back.
Peter slipped out of my pussy, and I crawled up the bed and I lowered my sex onto Paul’s rigid pole. Once fully impaled, I started to ride up and down on his shaft, really enjoying the sensations. Peter came up behind me, on his knees, and reaching round my body, started to caress my breasts, and tweak and pull my nipples. I could feel his still erect cock pressing against my back.
Peter pushed forwards, so I had no choice but to lie forward onto Paul’s torso, and as I did, Peter pulled my legs back towards himself. I was then lying full length on Paul, fully impaled on his rigid cock, so I started kissing him, but then I felt Peter’s hard penis at the entrance to my arse.
“Paul told me what a superb, tight, velvety ass you’ve got, so I just have to try it.”
Without further hesitation, he pushed forcefully into my rear passage. He was only partly in, as he started a rhythmic motion, causing me to slide up and down Paul’s shaft. I felt so incredibly full, and completely out of control. These guys were strong and confident, and with both of them inside me, and me sandwiched between them I was theirs to use.
We all got into a co-operative rhythm, driven by Peter in my ass, transmitted to me, powerless between my men, then onto Paul’s cock. The feelings inside me were indescribable, the intensity of the feelings from Paul’s cock in my vagina heightened by the pressure exerted from Peter filling my ass. I knew I was going to cum soon, I didn’t have to do anything, or think up any fantasies, I just let them take me, use me, and I got closer and closer.
As Peter got closer to his own climax, he increased the pace and the power of his thrusts, making me ride Paul’s cock more vigorously, making me closer to orgasm, and also making Paul closer. We all three rode together to a massive mutual climax. I started to cum first, and the guys just rammed me up and down, like a sex doll they were shagging, and I just kept climaxing and climaxing. I felt Peter spurt in my arse, a hot jet deep in my bowels, and still I was riding my wonderful orgasm. I didn’t know if it was lots of orgasms, or the same one going on and on. Then I felt Paul erupt inside me, and for a few moments we were all climaxing at the same time, then Peter collapsed on top of me, and Paul’s squirts tapered off. Finally my orgasm wound down, but as we all lay exhausted, little aftershocks were still rippling through my vagina and clit.
“Wow guys, that was amazing.”
“Yeah.”
“Your ass is sensational.”
“It’s sore, and full of your cum.”
We all disentangled ourselves, and I slipped into the loo to wipe my pussy and bum. I didn’t want to shower, as I hadn’t got all my stuff, so I slipped on my dress and rejoined my lovers.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to love you and leave you guys. Thanks for a fantastic evening.”
“Thank you too, it was awesome, would you consider having a repeat match some time?”
“Yes Peter, I would, get in touch when you are next in the uk. Also, if you want, we can have an evening with just the two of us?”
“That would be lovely.”
“Paul, I’ll ring you when hubby is out of town again. Love to your wife.”
“Ooh…cheap shot…ok…make it soon, I just love fucking you.”
“I enjoy you too…bye guys.”
And blowing them both a kiss I slipped out of the door. I never did discover who’s room it was.
