We headed to bed early, and I hit the shower while Paul sat in bed reading. When I climbed into bed, I cuddled up to him and tried to close my eyes and sleep, but I just couldn’t get to sleep. My behaviour over the last couple of days was nagging at me, and it still wasn’t clear to me if Paul believed me about the cinema today.
“Honey, can we talk? I need to get something off my chest,” I said, sitting back up and turning towards Paul.
“Yeah, sure, babe, what’s the problem?” Paul said, putting his book on the bedside table and giving me his full attention.
“Today at the mall with Tina, in the cinema with the black usher, I want you to know it truly happened. I wasn’t just making it up like bedroom talk. I did all those things, I cheated on you. I let someone else bring me to orgasm with his fingers, and then I sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth before I swallowed his cum,” I said in a cringing voice expecting it to hit Paul that I had cheated on him today finally.
Paul looked at me with a blank look on his face. I could see he was thinking, but I just didn’t know what.
“I had no reason to doubt you when you told me earlier, Fanny. I’m not sure what you are trying to say differently,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“Honey, I cheated on you. Why aren’t you angry? Why aren’t you screaming at me?” I said, frustrated.
“That’s technically not really cheating. You came home and told me straight away; you didn’t try and hide it or lie about it. I’m actually relieved you are finally coming out of your shell again. Tina is a good influence on you.”
I was speechless. How the hell can he be so fucking calm? And how in the hell can he say Tina is a good influence on me? Since I met her, my life has run off the tracks, in a fun way, not a bad way, but I was doing things I never had. He should be livid.
“What! How can you say Tina is a good influence? Since I met her, I have gotten drunk and stripped half-naked in a bar full of men, where most of them touched me up. And today, I did unthinkable things. That is not like me; I would never do those things normally. Surely you are a little bit angry,” I said, really sitting up and almost screaming it out in my own frustration, knowing I would not be this calm if the shoe were on the other foot.
Again, Paul calmly sat there thinking before he finally said something.
“You have a very short memory, darling. That is exactly the sort of things you would do, and partly the reason I fell in love with you so quickly… Well, at least it used to be, but my fun Fanny disappeared out of my life for some reason, and Tiffany turned up about eight years ago. And I can’t tell you how happy I’m that Fanny is back and Tiffany has fucked off because if we are being honest here, Tiffany was dull and boring bitch.”
I was dumbfounded, not believing Paul just called me dull and boring; the fucking nerve of him, I thought.
“I can’t believe you just call me a dull and boring bitch, you arsehole. I don’t know any of my friends that fuck their husbands as often as I fuck you. Their husbands are lucky to get it once a month!” I retorted.
“Yes, and those women both have a couple of young kids, and they work full time. I’m surprised they find time to have sex as often as they do. I didn’t say it to piss you off. But Tina’s antics and wild behaviour don’t even come close to yours when we were first together,” Paul said, sounding like he was trying to worm out of his previous comment.
“What are you talking about? She is completely without inhibitions and does the craziest things. Is that the sort of person you want to be married to? Then you should hook up with her,” I said as I felt my anger starting to rise.
“As I said, Fanny, short memory. Do you remember how we met? Because I do, you were butt arse naked doing a nude run around the bar at that dive college hangout bar after losing a drinking game. You ran right into me, knocking my beer all over yourself and me. You said to make it up to me I could lick the spilt beer off your tits!
“Or what about the time we headed up to Yosemite National Park for your first climb? We drove up there with you topless the entire way flashing all the truckers. And then you climbed on my lap and fucked me while driving naked, making me go past Carrie and Pete’s car flashing them,” Paul said, annoyed that I was getting angry at his comment.
“Oh, you are going to drag all up that. It was fifteen or more years ago, I was young, and I never did anything sexual with other people, so it’s different,” I snapped back.
“Aspen, nine years ago. I surprised you for your birthday and took you snowboarding. We both took some ecstasy at that party. Then we got in the hot tub with those other couples we didn’t know. And you stripped naked and started sucking my cock. One woman from one of the couples was pissed off, and they left, but the other couple were right into it. We went back to their chalet, and we fucked in front of each other before we swapped partners. That was pretty sexual. You didn’t mind fucking someone else then,” Paul said before continuing on.
“But you changed after your thirtieth birthday, just after we moved into this neighbourhood, it was a gradual change. But you started wearing nothing but activewear. All your sexy dresses got packed in the back of the wardrobe. You started wearing underwear all the time, even around the house. I had rarely seen you wear a bra before then. I lost fun Fanny that year, and Tiffany, your mother’s clone, replaced her.” Paul said, his voice hurtful and bitter sounding.
I threw the covers back and got out of the bed, absolutely fuming now. “You take that back! I’m nothing like my mother! Take it back!” I screamed.
Paul never budged, just looked at me with that cocky look on his face when he knows he is right and just can’t wait for people to find out that he is.
I grabbed my pillow and stormed off to the spare room. Slamming the door, I flopped down on the bed and started bawling my eyes out. Going over everything Paul had said, the worst part was he was I knew he was right. I had really struggled with turning thirty. It was a terrible time for me, and all my friends in the new neighbourhood were married moms with kids and careers. I didn’t realise how much I had changed.
I must have cried myself to sleep, but Paul was standing next to the bed with a coffee and two slices of toast in his hands when I woke up.
“How long have you been standing there?” I said, wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
“A little while, I will never get sick of watching you sleep. You always look so peaceful and relaxed,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“I owe you an apology. Everything you said about me was right. I have turned into my mother! God, just the thought of that makes me cringe, but why didn’t you say something earlier?” I said, taking my coffee from him.
“Because you wouldn’t have agreed with me, and we would have fought like we did last night. But I thought you would be able to see it yourself after doing what you did with Tina. And it sounds like you have, and hopefully, I’ll get my fun Fanny back,” Paul said.
“So does that mean you want me to be like Tina? You know she and her husband Sam have an open relationship? She can fuck whoever she wants as long as she tells him about it after. Surely that’s not what you want me to do, honey?” I said, concerned Paul wanted me to become a slut or something.
“Well, how about baby steps? It made me incredibly horny yesterday hearing what you both got up to. I haven’t cum that hard or as often in years. I really loved that you sucked a random guy’s cock and swallowed his load, and I absolutely loved that he finger banged you to orgasm.”
“Are you being serious right now, that honestly turned you on that much?” I asked.
“I’m not sure that you know this or not, but that night in Aspen wasn’t wild and amazing because I got to fuck someone else. It was amazing because I got to watch you being fucked by someone! I didn’t care if I screwed his wife or not. I was turned on so much, and I got off watching you getting fucked,” Paul said, running his hand under the cover to my rapidly leaking pussy.
“So you want me to be a slut?” I said as his fingers slid through my wet pussy lips.
“Do you think Tina is a slut? That’s not a nice thing to say about your friend,” Paul said.
Putting my coffee down on the bedside table, I pulled Paul down on top of me, kissing him, as he had really got my pussy leaking and needing his cock in me.
“No, of course, I don’t think that of her. Jesus, I didn’t mean it like that. Besides, they have a legitimate reason she does what she does. Sam has a medical condition. He suffers from ED, and the only thing that gets his cock hard is when she fucks other guys and goes home with a pussy full of another man’s cum. He usually eats her out, which gets him hard and then he fucks her sloppy seconds while she relays the details to him,” I said, pulling Paul hard cock from his shorts.
“Well, it would make my cock hard as well, knowing you were coming home from a girls’ night out and your pussy was full of another man’s cum,” he said, climbing between my legs and sliding the head of his cock through my gushing pussy lips.
“Ooooh, fuck, really, that would turn you on? Oooh fuuuck babe stick it in. Fill me up with that big hard cock, baby. I would do that for you if you really wanted me to. Ooooh, God, just the thought of another man’s cock unloading inside me makes me fucking sooo horny, oooh fuck yeah, I can do that for you, babe. I will fuck someone else. Do you want me to? Ooooh fuuuuck me, oooh yeeees,” I moaned as Paul stretched my pussy open with his hard cock.
“Oh God, yes! I want you to have your pussy full of another man’s cock.”
Paul and I fucked ourselves silly for the next hour or so before getting in the shower together. We rarely fight, and when we do, it’s always over quickly and neither of us holds grudges. Of course, the makeup sex is always amazing.
Later that day, Tina called me and asked if she could come around with Sam. She wanted to introduce him to us. I said yes, of course, and they came over in the afternoon for a swim and a BBQ. I hadn’t really asked before, but we found out Sam was ten years older than Tina. I also found out Tina was forty, the same as Paul, while Sam would be fifty in a few months.
We had a few drinks as we sat on the patio talking. Sam was a really lovely guy and very handsome, very athletic looking. He and Paul got on exceptionally well. Sam had something to do with computers, so they were both deep in tech talk when Tina suggested a swim.
“Why don’t you go and put on that sexy bikini you bought yesterday?” Tina said to me.
“Are you kidding, Tina? I couldn’t wear that in front of Sam. It barely covers anything! I only bought it for swimming with Paul,” I said, shocked that she would want me to be almost naked in front of her husband.
“You don’t have to worry about Sam. He will love it, and seeing you so scantily clad might even give him a hard-on. So either you or I could fuck him,” Tina said, shocking me.
“Tina, Jesus, I’m not going to fuck your husband! What on earth are you thinking,” I said, thrown off guard by her comment.
“Well, the offer is there. Maybe we could be more than just gal pals,” Tina said, putting her hand on my knee.
I was shocked, to say the least, But then I remembered what I had done yesterday when I licked Tina’s pussy, and I remember how wonderful it had tasted and how good her pussy felt in my mouth.
And of course, there was what Paul had said last night and again this morning. He had been turned on when he had watched me fuck that guy in Aspen. Both Paul and Sam enjoy watching their wives being fucked, apparently. Maybe I could get Sam’s cock hard even if it was for Tina enjoyment. What harm could it do? I thought.
I didn’t need bathers. It was my pool, my rules. Besides, Paul was right; before I turned thirty, I wouldn’t even have thought about it; I would have just stripped off and gone skinny dipping. Most of our climbing friends have seen me naked on many occasions. It’s only the friends I have made since moving here that I have been an uptight prude around.
I stood up, taking my dress by the hem. I lifted it over my head, then peeled my Lacey white thong down my legs and threw it on Tina’s lap before I dived in the pool. Tina followed suit, stripping out of her clothes and jumping in the cool water. Soon both the guys were stripping down and jumping in next to us. I was amazed when I saw Sam’s cock. It looked both longer and thicker than Paul’s, and it was even hard. I suddenly realised why Tina does the things she does. She doesn’t do it for the other men. She does it for herself and her husband. She wants him hard so she can fuck his beautiful big thick cock.
The water felt wonderful as it had been such a warm day, the cool water making my nipples rock hard. But I was surprised when I felt Tina’s soft hand grab both my boobs from behind and rub my nipples.
“Tina, I know what I did yesterday was different than everything I had told you, but I got caught up in the moment. It doesn’t change how I feel about women. I love you, I really do, and I know this sounds ridiculous because I have only known you a few days, but you are like my closest friend,” I said, concerned I was giving Tina the wrong signals.
“Relax, Fanny, I’m just teasing you. I know where we are in our relationship, and it’s why this shouldn’t bother you. I’m just messing around, although I did love the way you used your tongue in my pussy yesterday,” she said, kissing my neck.
I turned around and loved the look on Paul’s and Sam’s faces as they watched Tina and me in a sexy girl on girl embrace, especially Paul. He knew what I thought about lesbian sex, so I guess he was more shocked than anything. So I decided to play up to it a bit and French kissed Tina, but I didn’t use my tongue until hers sought out my mouth, and I slowly began reciprocating, kissing her back.
Oh my God, her kiss was so different. It was so soft and tender, her lips so plump and soft. My arms instinctively wrapped around Tina’s neck, and our breasts squashed together. Tina’s hands slid down my waist and cupped my arse cheeks.
Not only was I suddenly feeling utterly relaxed in Tina’s arms, but I was also loving being there. I could feel my pussy heating up as we kissed, and I’m sure if we weren’t in the pool, my pussy would be dripping wet.
Tina’s hand snaked its way between us, and her fingers slowly parted my pussy lips as she slid them up and down my through my pussy. I couldn’t pull myself away from Tina’s lips. Her kiss was amazing, as were her fingers. Her touch was softer, more tender, more damn precise. Tina knew precisely where and how to touch me as I pushed my pelvis hard against her hand.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little less wet,” Tina whispered in my ear before lightly kissing and nibbling it.
Tina pulled me by the hand, and I eagerly followed without hesitation. I wanted to know if I would regret my decision to have never experimented with women in my past.
Let me explain a bit on that. My parents were very religious, and my mother was extremely dominating. I didn’t masturbate until I was nearly seventeen, having a fear of God put in me all the time. I had it drummed into me that same-sex relationships were the root of all evil, something that just stuck with me, I guess, and I had never even wanted to try.
Tina picked up a towel and gently dabbed my body with it before I did the same to her. Tina pushed me down onto the sun lounge tenderly onto my back. She began kissing my way down my body taking her time with each of my hard nipples biting and sucking them, pulling at them with her teeth.
Paul and Sam were both now out of the pool and standing next to the sun lounge. Paul’s cock was already hard as an iron bar and was pointing skyward. Sam’s cock, while not hard like Paul’s it had grown significantly. Even though it was still hanging downwards, it was easily three inches longer than Paul’s and much thicker.
As much as I loved the attention my nipples were receiving from Tina, I needed her to tongue fuck my cunt. Juices were literally pouring out from my swollen lips. I looked at Sam’s beautifully perfect cock, and my imagination went into overdrive as I imagined it stretching me open wider than my pussy has ever been before.
I placed my hand on Tina’s head and pushed her lower down my body. She looked up at me as my nipple stretched and snapped out from between her teeth. Tina had a look of lust in her eyes as she looked at me, then at where I was looking, which was at her husband’s beautiful huge cock.
“Honey, why don’t you come over and give Fanny a taste of your lovely big cock? I think she would love you to be hard enough to ride you when I’m done with her pretty pussy. You don’t mind if Sam fucks your gorgeous wife, do you, Paul?” Tina said, looking directly at Paul.
Paul just stood with his mouth agape shaking his head as Tina continued down to my dripping wet slit, my body thrusting up hard into her mouth as her tongue ran from my little pink rosebud to my clit. Tina was the first woman to ever get near my pussy, and just the thought of it had me cumming almost immediately as her tongue pushed deep inside of my leaking hole.
With my eyes clenched tight and my legs clamped firmly around Tina’s head, I screamed out in pure ecstasy of the debaucherous act of lesbian love. I flooded Tina’s mouth with my juices. She never stopped licking and sucking my clit for the entire time the earth-shattering orgasm rocked my entire body.
As I relaxed my thighs, holding Tina’s head in place against my throbbing clit, I opened my eyes only to see Sam’s big cock dangling just above my mouth as he stroked his hand up and down the semi-erect monster.
As Tina once again went to work with her tongue, this time licking and stabbing it into my virgin arsehole, before taking long licks up between my puffy pussy lips to my clit. I reached up and took hold of Sam’s cock before sticking out my tongue and licking the tip and underside of the fat bulbous head.
I loved the taste of Sam’s cock and precum and began devouring it inch by inch into my mouth, gagging on it after only a few inches. I looked up and saw Paul had moved in for a closer look and was actively stroking his hard cock, while watching me choke myself on Sam.
I pulled my mouth from Sam’s huge dick and smiled at Paul.
“Darling, Sam loves it when Tina’s pussy is full of a fresh load of another man’s cum. It makes him nice and hard. Why don’t you help me out and fill Tina’s beautiful cunt with a load of your hot cum? I want Sam’s cock nice and hard, so he can really stretch me open. When I ride him like the slutty hotwife, you are so desperate for me to become,” I said to my handsome husband.
“Are you sure you are okay with me fucking Tina?”
“Well, I certainly am, and so is Sam, so get over here and fuck me with that gorgeous cock,” Tina said, looking up from my sloppy pussy, her face coated in my pussy juice.
The thing was, I wasn’t sure I was okay with it! We hadn’t even talked about Paul getting involved with fucking other women. I suddenly wasn’t sure if I was okay him fucking someone else. My thoughts bought back to the current situation as Paul slammed his cock hard into Tina from behind, forcing her mouth into my splayed open pussy. Fuck it! I thought; we were all in this together now.
But there was denying it was having the required effect on Sam as I returned my mouth to his cock, only to realise I could only get half of what I had in my mouth previously. His cock grew even larger as he watched Paul slamming his cock into his wife Tina as she licked my pussy.
I grabbed a handful of Tina’s hair as her tongue once again disappeared deep into my flooding wet hole. With one hand gripping Sam’s hard, huge cock I sucked him the best I could as I held Tina’s head in place on the verge of erupting into her open mouth as her tongue probed my depths.
“Ooooh fuck yeeesss, Oooh my God Tina, I’m going to cum again ooooh fuuuck, oooh yeesss,” I screamed as I gushed copious amount of my sticky girlie fluids into Tina’s hungry mouth.
My hand was not even able to close around Sam’s ridiculously thick cock now. And, my pussy dripping wet, I hungered to have Sam inside me, stretching me open more than Paul ever has. As selfish as it sounds, I didn’t care about Tina or Paul at all right now. The only thing occupying my mind was having Sam turn me into Paul’s slutty hotwife. I wanted… no, I needed Paul to witness first-hand the complete whore for big cock I could and would become for him.
