We are an English couple, who have been married for nearly ten years, living and working in a fairly typical English city. While the early days of our relationship was filled with hot hungry fucking, things have tamed down over the years, much to my disappointment, but oh well, I guess that’s what happens over time. At least the love and friendship is still as strong.
It’s not as if my desire for my sexy little wife Sam has diminished, her body still stirs me every time she is close. Her long dark hair, framing her youthful face (you would never guess she is just over thirty), falls down to her chest, which draws the eyes to her pale white complexion, her large soft breasts begging for attention. I can never resist a squeeze of her full arse whenever she passes me at home, and her always so wet pussy just demands attention.
I guess Sam just started to think that sex while fun wasn’t the be all and end all, and was becoming something for ‘special occasions’, after all married couples don’t fuck like animals do they? As I found my sex drive just as high as ever, and not wanting to cheat, I found myself drawn to the varied porn available on the internet, pictures, video, stories, and chatting to like minded sexually open women on the internet. When I found my new favourite story site, I was drawn like a moth to a candle to the ‘slut wife’ section. Just the combination of words got my heart beating; just imagine having a wife who was a true slut, who lived for sex, hot dirty sex at that. I guess a lot of guys might let jealousy stop them enjoying the fantasies I found in the stories, but I could understand the sexuality of the slut wife stories; that love and friendship doesn’t have to be lost if the sexual self is shared. I myself am no submissive, so didn’t understand the ‘cuckold’ stories where men wanted their wives to dominate and humiliate them, I much preferred the stories where the couples where equal, the wife fucking about with the husbands permission.
Those stories kept me hot and horny for months… years even. They fuelled my own fantasies, those where my lovely yet conservative wife loses her inhibitions, learning to enjoy her body in every way imaginable, becoming a cum eating whore – oh yes my fantasies turned my wife into the dirtiest slut imaginable, and those fantasises made me cum he strongest.
These fantasies where just that, and never intruded on my relationship with my wife, I would never dare force that issue. Yes we had used some fantasy in our love making, with me sometime suggesting that Sam was being watched by a stranger, or she was teasing men with her body, but I could never take it any further, not wanting to risk the marriage, after all, my wife is no slut, is she…
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Another weekend, another hard week at work for us both, which we thought would be best relieved with a few beers and a film.
“Shall I invite Charles round tonight? You know that Christine and he split up the other week, I guess he must be going stir crazy in that flat of his.” I ask Sam, thinking that I’ve got enough beer for three. Sam and Charles have known each other almost as long as I’ve been with Sam, and have always got on, so I knew she wouldn’t mind spending the evening cheering him up.
“Of course, no need to ask Chris, as long as you two guys don’t do the blokes thing and ignore me all night!” Sam teases, knowing what we’ve been like in the past.
“Cross my heart, this won’t be a blokes only night. We won’t spend the night drinking and watching porn,” I grin.
“Not without me anyway,” she laughed back, pinching my bum as she triumphantly passes me, knowing how she had probably shocked me into submission.
Shaking my head in amusement I turn and watch her arse, wondering if that’s an extra wiggle she’s putting on for me. ‘Little minx’ I think to myself, if only she would spend the evening watching porn just with me, let alone with company.
A quick phone call later it’s all arranged, Charles will arrive at 7pm, bringing more booze and a couple of films with him. I busy myself preparing for an evening in, make sure the beer is cold and the nibbles are prepared. The only thing that’s missing is Sam, which I suddenly realise while I’ve got my head in the fridge.
“Sam. Sam?” I shout upstairs, “Where are you hiding?” My calls are met with silence, so as I’m about to go up and drag Sam downstairs, I hear her walking down to join me. Hearing her behind me I glance back, and then have to do a double take, as Sam has really gone to town.
“Well hello sexy,” I coo, and I mean it. Sam’s spent some time on her appearance tonight, her hair put up in curls, lips bright red and inviting. Her cotton summer dress hugging her curves, buttoned all down the front.
“Like what you see Mister?” Sam says, giving me a twirl, her body covered but accentuated with the thin cotton dress.
“Very nice. I can’t wait till I get you alone, you’re going to drive me crazy every time I look at you. Charles is going to spend all evening with a hard-on he can’t do anything about,” I joke, waiting for Sam to tell me off. To my surprise Sam’s only reaction is to giggle, running her hands down her dress, smoothing imaginary creases while letting her fingers tease her breasts.
“Do you think so darling?” she asks me, stepping closer so that her breasts push against my chest. “Do you really think men think I’m sexy? And don’t tell me that you do, because that doesn’t count, you have to say it!” she pouts, looking up into my eyes.
“Are you joking, every man would love to get their hands on you!” I add to my words with my actions, letting my hands slip around Sam’s waist, gently squeezing her full arse cheeks. I can feel her warm firm flesh through her dress, enjoying the sensation, before realising that I cannot feel the material of panties. “Oh you naughty girl, what have you got on under there?”. I have no more time to push the matter, as we are interrupted by the sound of the door bell.
Sam’s eyes sparkle with humour as she twirls out of my arms, running out of the kitchen to rush to get the door, but as she steps through the door I’m sure I hear her laugh “That’s for you guys to find out,” I’m sure I must have misheard, but my heart still misses a beat and I feel the blood start to flow into my cock, just with the hope that this evening could turn into something far more interesting than I was expecting. Bringing myself to my senses I fill a cold box with beers and follow Sam into the lounge, where I find her already greeting Charles with a peck on his cheek.
“Watcha mate, make yourself at home why don’t you?” I joke, passing an embarrassed Charles a beer, taking his offering from him. “What delights have you brought us tonight then?” I ask, while pulling several DVDs and more beer from his bag. I know Charles too well, and he’s not let me down, the movie selection he’s brought is your typical ‘blokes’ selection. “Well Sam, you’ll be pleased to know Charles has thought of you and brought some sensitive works of art with him. You have the magnificent choice of Terminator 3, or, I’m afraid to say, Lord of the G-strings. Charles, only you mate!” I laugh, expecting Sam to make us select something from our own film collection.
“Sorry Chris, I just wasn’t thinking,” Charles starts to apologise, but is cut short by Sam.
“Well I’m not watching that violent trash, but this could be fun,” Sam says taking the dodgy porn title from my hands. “You know I like Lord of the Rings, and it’ll be funny to see what they’ve done with it.”
“Well if you really think so Sam, I doubt it’s ever going to win as many Oscars as the original.” Laughing at Charles’ discomfort I hand Sam our beers and perform the hosts job of setting up the DVD.
I hear Sam talking to Charles while I tinker with the TV. “You don’t have to sit on the floor Charles, that sofa is designed for three people you know. It’s Chris’ fault we don’t have another chair in here, you know he likes it all minimal.”
“Hey I just like open space, I don’t want it all cluttered,” I retaliate, joining Sam and Charles on the sofa. Sam’s right though, we did want a chair we could both spread out on, and there’s plenty of room for Sam to lie across the sofa, head on my lap, with Charles sitting the other end. “This is the life eh mate?” I toast, knocking back my beer.
As expected the film is pretty terrible. But it does allow for lots of laughter, as we all joke about the acting ability of the ‘stars’. I do wonder how uncomfortable Sam feels sitting with two men watching soft porn, but she doesn’t seem to be phased, in fact she’s drinking beer and laughing as hard as any of us. As the film goes on, the naked bodies are having some effect, and I cannot hide the erection from Sam. She grins up at me, cheekily giving it a squeeze when she’s sure Charles isn’t watching. The amount of chatting starts to drop, as we all start to concentrate more on the soft focus fucking. I’m not the only one shifting uncomfortably, I know that Charles is sitting with his legs crossed to hide his own excitement. I’m surprised to hear the odd murmur of appreciate from Sam, as she seems to be sliding her legs against each other, as I know she does as her pussy starts to heat up. As the credits run at the end of the film, the sexual tension in the room is definitely building, and I start to wonder if Sam will want to get rid of Charles so she can jump on me.
Sam is the first to speak, breaking the breathy silence. “Well that was quite fun, it did make me laugh. Although I can’t really see the point, you couldn’t really see much could you? I mean, if we’re going to watch porn, I want to see some hard cock!” Sam tells us in a matter of fact way, Charles and I hardly know where to look, as it’s hardly the sort of thing we’d expect her to come out with. “Oh come on guys, stop acting the prudes! You know exactly what I mean. I’m sure you want to see more than a couple of girls rubbing their tits and thighs don’t you?” Sam continues, teasing us unmercifully.
While I think of something witty to say Charles’ brain kicks in first. “Well I’m sure if we ask nicely Chris will bring down something from his private collection, won’t you Chris? That is, if you think you can handle it Sam?” he challenges, his mischievous side daring Sam to back up her words.
“Oh I’m up for much more than you know Charles,” Sam laughs, turning to me she winks, and turning back to Charles she continues “Chris, why don’t you go and get us more beer, and the strongest DVD you have, and we’ll see who is the prude.”
I almost run out of the room, trying to hide my obvious bulge, Sam’s boldness exciting me far more than the film had. I rush upstairs, picking out something that I’d love Sam to watch, a hardcore gang bang movie, where the female star takes on all lots of men in every way possible. I’ve probably got harder, but I’m pretty sure this will challenge Sam’s limits, and also the theme might be suggestive, especially as Charles will be sitting there with us.
As I re-enter the room I’m surprised to see Sam has stretched out more, and Charles is giving her feet one of his famous foot massages. “Oh I see, when the hubby’s away eh?” I joke, grinning at Charles to let him know I’m only playing.
“Mmmm Chris, why didn’t you tell me Charles had such good hands?” Sam purrs, obviously enjoying the relaxing pressure on her uncovered feet.
“Well surprisingly, I’ve never had the pleasure,” I quip, which sends the room into laughter. “I hope you’re ready for this guys, I don’t think you’ll find this one quite so soft.” Sliding the DVD into the player, I take my place back at Sam’s head, brushing the hair from her face. Sam winks up at me, stretching her body out again, letting Charles continue to massage her feet on his lap.
After only five minutes the guys realise that this film isn’t going to waste time on a story, as the camera shows us a dimly lit room with a big breasted naked women playing with her pussy, and unlike the previous film this time we can watch as her fingers pull open her outer lips, and delve deeply inside her hot hole.
There are no words spoken this time, no jokes, as we watch the onscreen slut show us her innermost charms. After a few minutes, the camera pulls away to reveal four naked men, all stroking their cocks as they watch the show.
“Oooo about time,” Sam giggles, sitting up slightly to get a better view, “Finally some meat for the girls.” I watch Sam closely, and I notice her lick her lips as the camera shows us the largest member on display, the owner’s hand stroking the skin up and down his swollen head.
I bend down to whisper into her ear “Is that enough cock for you dear?” breathing warm air into her neck as I know she likes.
“For now.” she whispers back, her hand sliding under her head to hold my cock through my trousers.
Grinning I look back up to watch the men encircle the starlet, their hands reaching out to start touching her all over.
“Lucky girl,” Sam murmurs, loud enough for Charles and myself to hear.
“What?” Charles shouts in mock outrage, “aren’t Chris and myself enough for you?”
“I’m sure you will be,” Sam jokes, and out of the corner of my eye I notice that her feet must be rubbing against Charles’s lap, where his own erection must be straining against the fabric. This almost doubles the rate my heart beats, as I realise that Sam is slowly getting so turned on she already has gone further than I’d ever expect her too.
Scenes seem to fly past, girl after girl getting serviced, while our three pairs of eyes focus on the dirty action. No more words are uttered, but I can feel the tension in the air, and my own cock is beginning to ache for attention. Slowly turning my head I let my eyes sweep down across the sofa, and what a fantastic sight greets me. Without me knowing Sam has let her skirt ride up a little, half her thighs uncovered. She has let her legs part slightly too, making her look a little slutty. That’s not the thing that makes me most excited though, oh no. It’s the fact that Chris’ hands are now not just massaging her feet, no they now are sliding higher, squeezing and fondling her beautiful firm calves.
Thinking that now is the time to test Sam, I let my left hand drop down from stroking her hair, sliding down her neck, reaching out to unbutton the top button on her flower patterned dress. Sam’s eyes flicker to mine, momentarily distracted from the flickering images of porn on the screen, then go back, her lips parting to breathe more heavily as the excitement takes her. Another button pops open, and Charles looks up at me, smiling at the sight of Sam’s breasts appearing before him. As I smile in encouragement, my fingers shaking, I manage to open the third button, and we can both see the deep valley between her large breasts, revealing that they are obviously not covered by a bra.
At this moment, Sam shifts on the sofa, letting the fabric fall away, almost revealing her nipples to us both. She’s the only one watching the screen. “Oh my god, look at all the cum… oh god, she’s covered it. It’s so dirty.” Sam cries, making us both look at what she’s been so intent on. The female lead looks like she’s taken all four men’s cum on her face, her features coated in sticky cum, her tongue darting out to lick it all up.
Charles grins at me, approving of the film and my wife, “yes but you like it don’t you Sam?”
“It’s so dirty,” Sam almost seems to plead.
“But it’s hot isn’t it Sam, you’re thinking about being that slut aren’t you,” I join in, picking up on where Charles is encouraging.
“ye… yes.” Sam stammers, face flushing.
Wanting to keep the heat building I continue “Well keep watching my horny wife, because the next scene shows a slut housewife getting fucked by her husband and another man at the same time.”
“Mmmmm” is all that Sam can say, and she shifts again, eyes going back to the new scene, rubbing her face against the heat of my trapped cock.
Charles and I now know where this is heading, and my excitement is making me tremble as I watch his hands slide up higher now, knowing that Sam will not stop him. I watch until his hands slide up her thighs, hidden under her dress. I almost groan in disappointment as I am not able to watch them explore Sam’s body, but am delighted when Sam takes a break from her concentrated watching and like an experienced slut starts unbuttoning her skirt, letting the material fall away higher and higher. She doesn’t stop until her entire dress is undone, her breasts and pussy now exposed. I take the invite up instantly, taking both breasts in my hands, squeezing and twisting her red hard nipples between my fingers.
The film becomes a background to the real action, as Charles moves his hand to Sam’s trimmed bush, making her gasp, watching as she spreads her legs for him. As I watch in a near trance it seems to take forever for his fingers to slide inside her soaking twat, which is so wet I can hear it slurp as he starts to finger fuck her.
Sam’s moaning encourages us both, and I know my cock needs the attention it’s needed so badly all night. Sam doesn’t need much encouragement, a touch of my hands and she moves onto her hands and knees, and she feverishly unbuttons me, freeing my cock from its confines. Overcome with the excitement, I grab her hair, and pull her face down onto my cock, rubbing the oozing pre-cum all over her face. I’m surprised by her sluttish abandon, as she licks and slurps at me, soaking my balls with her saliva as she licks and sucks up and down my shaft.
At the same time I can see that Charles has got behind Sam, pulling her arse cheeks open he has his tongue buried between her cheeks, licking up and down from her puckered anus to her dripping pussy. Rather than complain, which normally she’d do, Sam grinds back onto his probing tongue, receiving the first rimming of her life.
“Oh my god Chris, that feels so good. Can you see what he’s doing to your wife Chris? He’s got his tongue…oooooo, right up my arse, oh god… yes!” I shut up her dirty talk by forcing her mouth down on my cock, making her take me as deep as she ever has.
“That’s it my slut Sam, suck it, taste my cock!” I urge her, loving the sensation of fucking her throat, while knowing she’s getting the licking of a lifetime. Sam’s body starts shaking, as I can tell that Charles now has several fingers ramming in and out of her cunt, in time with his oral teasing of her forbidden hole.
It’s all too hot a situation for me to last long, my cock was on fire before, but now with the rough hard blow job I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer. Charles looked up, his face wet with fluids, and knew I was about to cum, so reached out and grabbed Sam’s hair, making her speed up her bobbing.
“That’s it Sam, suck your hubby off, take all of his cum while I watch,” he growls, his own animal instincts making him more bold. That sends me over the edges, watching him force my wife to suck me harder and deeper. With a raw cry I start bucking my thighs up and down, my cock spewing cum inside Sam’s mouth, throb after throb shooting more and and more, coating her tongue, lips, chin with my hot spunk. Even in my blissful state I think to myself that if a threesome is how I get my conservative wife to swallow my cum, we better have lots more!
Charles is obviously impressed, as he watches her swallow my load, then dirtily lick up every drop from my balls, swirling it in her mouth, enjoying every drop. “She’s a fucking dirty slut your wife, you’re a lucky man. Do you mind if I fuck her?” he asks, even now waiting for permission for something all three of us obviously want.
Not answering Charles right away, I kiss Sam hard on the mouth, tasting where my cum has just been. “Fuck him my beautiful slut, fuck him good and hard,” I encourage her.
Sam jumps at the chance, sitting forward on the sofa’s edge she spreads her legs as wide as possible, running her hands up her thighs, now wet with her own dripping wet pussy. “Come and get it Charles,” she purrs, dipping her own finger into her hot hole, urging Charles on by then sucking the wetness slowly off her finger. Charles doesn’t need asking twice, he has his rock hard thick cock sliding up and down her puffy pussy lips within seconds, teasing her with his hardness. “Oooh yes Charles, give me that cock,” Sam begs, hands sliding around his back, pulling him into her.