I had gone to a party with my husband Ernie. Earlier we had disagreed, and I had virtually ignored him for the evening. This was happening more often lately.
As I was upset, I consumed a few cocktails at the party that affected me.
Ernie spent most of the evening drinking with some of his mates and had also had more than he would normally have had to drink. One of his mates, Mike, was a guy that we had both come to know quite well as Ernie had relied upon him for information that assisted him in his occupation and assisted Ernie in gaining promotion.
I danced with Mike during the evening. He enjoyed my company and explained he had avoided drinking with the other guys as he was driving. I had not enjoyed the company of a man, as I was with Mike, for a long time.
A week later Mike called and spent some time with Ernie at our home to assist him with understanding some problems Ernie was having associated with his job.
After they had resolved the problem, we ended the evening with a chat over a couple of beers.
Mike was about to leave, and Ernie had gone to the toilet. I accompanied Mike to the door. As he was leaving, I said, “Thank you for helping Ernie, it means a lot to him.”
In the process, I went to hug him. It was not unusual for me to display my friendship with him in this way as I had known him for some time.
I do not know what came over me but as I hugged him, I kissed him, intending it to be more a token of friendship and thanks. I had kissed him on the lips, not the cheek as I would normally have done. Something inside aroused me.
He was slightly surprised but did not pull away immediately after our lips met. A wave of overwhelming passion overtook me. I pulled him to me tightly and I slid my tongue into his mouth.
I pressed myself against him as he returned the feeling and he held me to him as tightly as I was holding him. The kiss went on for longer than it should have. It was not a casual kiss, but one of passion, with our bodies pressed together.
His hand fondled my breast on the outside of my dress, and I did not reject it. After what seemed an eternity, he moved his lower body away as we were caressing. It was obvious he had become erect but had said nothing.
I had similar feelings as my pants became damp with the passionate sensation surging through my body. It had been years since I had done that. I recalled Mike’s interest in me at the party, but it was not as strong as it was now evident.
We broke apart, saying nothing but both of us knew that what had happened was embarrassing, but neither of us wanted to apologise or retract the feeling we had experienced.
He turned to walk away, holding my hand until the distance between us broke the link. I became flushed with embarrassment and went weak at the knees. My nipples hardened and my pants were now soaking wet.
I had not felt like that for years, back when Ernie and I were courting.
I went inside and Ernie casually said, “Mike has gone, has he?” It was nothing more than a casual comment and he had not noticed my flushed face.
We both went to bed. Ernie went to sleep almost immediately, and I lay awake for hours thinking about what had happened and why. The feeling that I had kissed Mike and I had enjoyed it bothered me. I needed to masturbate to ease the erotic feelings I was experiencing.
I did not see Mike again until two weeks later. Mike’s arrival surprised me. What was unusual was that he told me Ernie had invited him to come over. It was normally a night that Ernie usually went to a club meeting. Ernie had not told me of Mike’s impending visit.
I explained that Ernie was at the meeting, and I was home alone. I invited him in as I would have if Ernie had been there. Mike was also surprised that Ernie was not there and explained he was certain he got the date right.
There were a few moments of difficulty in our conversation as we both realised that what had happened the last time, was an embarrassment to us both.
I suggested we have a glass of wine.
Mike replied, “Is that wise after what happened last time?”
“I am extremely sorry about that, it should never have happened,” I explained.
“Don’t blame yourself I was just as much to blame as I didn’t resist. To be honest I enjoyed it.”
“I did too, and I have thought a lot about that since and I am sorry to say I don’t regret it. I enjoyed what happened. I haven’t felt like that for some time.”
“I felt the same, “Mike replied.
“You need to know; Ernie and I are living together but not as we should. We have not had sex for months, and I am missing it.”
“I thought there was a problem. I am sorry to hear that. In those circumstances, I should leave before anything happens, that we both regret.”
“No, please don’t go. It is not the wine talking, right at this moment I want you to take me to bed, PLEASE.” I could not believe what I had just said; however, I meant it.
“Shit, Jan, this is wrong. I should leave before we do anything we regret.”
“Mike, I want you to; over the last couple of weeks, I have given this great deal of thought, believe me. I am pleading with you, please do it with me. I have even thought about ringing you to see if I could come over and do it at your place. I don’t know why Ernie has set us up like this unless you have said anything to him.”
“I haven’t, I promise. I had no idea that you felt that strongly about it. I am sorry that things are not working out with you and Ernie, but I don’t want to be the third party in this.”
“Mike PLEASE take me to bed. I want it more than anything else in the world now. As I said, I haven’t been able to think of anything else since the last time you were here.” I then got up and threw myself at him as he was sitting in the lounge. I held and kissed him passionately and he resisted for no more than a second or two, then he accepted my embrace.
I had lost all reason. I had no idea that he and I would be alone. I did not consider for a moment that Ernie had deliberately set this up.
I wanted Mike and as we kissed, I tore my dress and bra from my body and exposed my breasts and thrust them into his face.
Mike did not resist and began to suck on each nipple as I moved them from one side to the other.
My hand went down to his fly and undid it.
Before I could remove his cock, he stood up and began to remove his pants.
I undressed at the same time. I was naked before he had got out of his pants and underpants after removing his shoes.
His cock was erect and pointing straight out in front of him. I pulled his T-shirt off and kissed him as I have never kissed a man before. The passion within me was overwhelming. My juices were flowing and virtually running down my legs.
Within seconds I pulled him to the floor I could not wait a moment longer, I was frantic. Mike was quickly on top of me, kissing me as he positioned himself to enter me. I manoeuvred myself into position, I was beside myself with desire.
I spread my legs and pulled my knees back onto my shoulders. I was ready for him, and he immediately thrust his rock-hard cock into me. He went in hard and fast. His cock could not have gone further in if he had tried. The feeling was unbelievable. My nipples were hard and my breasts firm and virtually aching with the erotic sensations pulsating through me.
He did not waste a moment and had immediately begun to fuck me with a sense of urgency.
I had sex with several boys at college and nobody else since I married Ernie ten years ago.
The feeling of him entering my body was amazing. It was hard and it was savage. It was something I should be used to, but I do not believe I had ever felt like this before. It was hard, fast, passionate, and it was spontaneous. There had been no preliminary foreplay. It was something I wanted and now it was happening I could not have been happier. The passion was overwhelming.
The feeling and sounds of a man in me and over me were so erotic. He could have done anything he wished with me, but he had satisfied the lust I had and the desire to have a man’s cock inside me. It had been many months since Ernie had sex with me, but it was like I was having my first time all over again.
The feeling of his cock inside me was hitting all the familiar spots and giving me that thrill of doing something wonderful. I could feel his cock fucking me hard, and I was enjoying something I had never believed possible with a man that was not my husband. The feeling was amazing.
He was working hard to please not only himself but for me as well. I could feel his body pressed to mine and I could smell him. I wanted to scream with delight as I could not have been happier. Never have I done anything as spontaneously as this. I was virtually fucking him rather than him fucking me.
I could not believe I was doing this with a friend and not my husband. I had laid awake and imagined us doing this in my mind, but never realising that it would happen in this way.
It was immediate with no discussion or coercion. It was completely spontaneous. There had been no hesitation. We both just did it; this was not lovemaking, this was lust.
I had thought about how I would enjoy this in my mind; however, I had never considered this would ever happen in the way it had.
I had imagined it would be more romantic. It was not. It was nothing less than lust. He did not hesitate and continued to fuck me. It took me a moment to realise that we were making love.
The feeling throughout my body with each thrust of his cock into me was something wonderful. He was fucking me hard fast and vigorous and being rough. My body shook and my breasts bounced as he thrust his body into me with a resounding slap.
I was equally as anxious and responded as best I could.
We were both grunting with the exertion that each of us was putting into the union of our bodies. I had not given myself to a man as I was doing at that moment ever before. Not even Ernie. This was physical.
The feeling inside my vagina was something I had never felt before. He was using his cock in a way I had never experienced. I could not remember ever being this vigorous in having sex on any previous occasion.
I had subconsciously wanted this, but I had not planned for it to happen and certainly not in the way it had. In my dreams, our intercourse was soft and compassionate, lovemaking. This was unbridled lust.
I was enjoying a new pleasure in having sex, one that I was having and enjoying even though it was wrong. I was being an adulterer and enjoying it. I was having sex with a man and enjoying it in a way I have never enjoyed having sex in my life previously.
I soon realised I was responding in a way that was unusual for me. I was responding to Mike and at the same time attempting to fuck him in a way I have never done before. Fucking Ernie was just a function of our bodies, I usually lay there until he finished. There was no love or passion in what we had been doing for ages.
This was sex in a way that was completely foreign to me, and I had never enjoyed anything like it in my life before.
Sex to me had always been lovemaking, this was anything but. It was physical, sexual, and ravishing. I was doing everything I could imagine women doing in the pornographic videos I had watched. I was living out the actions a porn star portrayed when she was performing for a camera. I wanted to be his slut.
He was using my body to release his passion and was quite physical in doing so. With every thrust, my tits bounced, and my body shook. I would end up with carpet burns the way we were fucking each other.
It was not long before I came. It was a rare occasion for me to achieve this. This is the first time for a year or more that I had not just laid there and let my husband have his way with me. I rarely refused Ernie and if I did, I had a good reason. In recent days however he had not responded to my desires and rejected my advances. This has caused feelings of frustration to develop between us.
I began to have my orgasm with the intensity I do when masturbating. I was enjoying something wonderful without realising it was with a person I did not love, but he had generated the physical pleasure rather than the emotional pleasure I was having. My whole body was reacting to Mike cock. I was having an orgasm second to none. It was so wonderful feeling the thrill of his cock. I was almost crying with the joy I was feeling.
Mike was fucking me roughly and I was enjoying it, I was having an orgasm that a man’s cock was giving me and not my fingers.
I was having sex with a man that I should not be having sex with. I was having an adulterous affair and enjoying it.
I began to imagine Ernie was in the room watching us having sex and not objecting and enjoying seeing me being satisfied in a way he has never satisfied me.
It was then I realised that Mike had reached his climax and was commencing his orgasm. I reacted instinctively in a way that I believed a woman should, and please the man who was filling me with his seed. With each thrust and grunt, he ejaculated and filled me with his semen, I was enjoying this in a way that I had not done so for months.
“Fill me, Mike, fill me,” I screamed.
I began to make noises and use words that I hoped would satisfy him that he was giving me untold pleasure. I was playing the role of a slut.
I was enjoying doing this in a way I had not believed possible. I responded in a way I had not done since my college days of having sex.
Mike did not take long to finish ejaculating and reach that stage where he was breathless and satisfied.
I could not believe how wonderful I was feeling. I had achieved a state that I have not managed in over a year with my husband. I had achieved an orgasm with a man the first time we had sex; I had not made love with him, but I had loved what we had done together. The feeling of him ejaculating inside me filled me with joy.
We both lay there together, on the floor, not even in a bed, having had sex with a man I had no moral right to have sex with. II had enjoyed one of the most wonderful experiences in my life though.
Mike’s cock softened inside me. Then he rolled off and lay beside me.
I sat up and remained on the floor. Mike did the same facing me.
We were both naked and unashamed.
“Enjoy that?” Mike asked.
“Can we do it again?” I asked jokingly.
“We should not have done it the first time,” Mike said.
I would gladly have done that again, having considered what I was doing and who I was doing it with.
I just wish my husband could see how to satisfy me as Mike had done. “I know, but I would not change it for anything. You have given me so much pleasure. I would do it all again and not hesitate.” I told him.
“I will be honest, I enjoyed it myself,” Mike admitted.
“You stirred something up in me that I haven’t felt for months. The only times I have cum in that time were the times I masturbated.”
“I am sorry I didn’t realise you and Ernie were having problems.”
“About a year ago he began to lose interest and I have had to virtually do it for him if I wanted sex. He never initiates it anymore, even when I use a toy to masturbate, he just rolls over and goes to sleep. He used to love watching me toy myself.”
“I know he was extremely keen to get the promotion at his job and now he has achieved it, he should get back to normal,” Mike said.
“No, he is no different, he likes his job but has lost interest in sex. He is distracted for some reason.”
“I am sorry, I don’t want to get involved, but I did enjoy tonight, I have no idea why he asked me over knowing he would not be here.”
Mike dressed and prepared to leave. I remained naked.
We were inside at the front door and when we said goodbye it was with an enthusiastic and passionate kiss, one that could have easily started us both off again.
“I must go, you haven’t dressed and if Ernie came home, he would soon put two and two together. I don’t want him thinking we are lovers.”
“I want you again. Maybe at your place next time?” I pleaded.
“Let’s cool it for a while, I don’t want problems with Ernie; he is a friend even so.”
With that, I kissed Mike again, took his hand and put it to my breast. My pubic hair was damp with his cum, so I avoided getting him to touch me there. I would be doing that myself a little later.
I stood naked at the door with him, visible to anybody passing. I had no shame; I was proud of what I had done.
It was difficult for us to part and when he had gone and the door closed behind him, I cried, and it was not because I was hurting or sorry. I was happy that I had made love to Mike but sad that Ernie and I were facing a rough time.
I went to bed as I was. I wanted to smell him on me. I masturbated with his cum still inside me.
Ernie arrived home about half an hour later.
He surprised me and seemed happier than I had seen him for ages.
“Did you have an enjoyable time with Mike?” He asked.
I was surprised at his demeanour and his comment.
“Why didn’t you tell me he was coming? It was a complete surprise.”
“I wanted it to be. I hope he fucked you?”
What Ernie had asked flabbergasted me, “What did you say?” I asked.
“I hope he fucked you, that’s what I wanted him to do, you needed it and if I am not wrong, wanted it.”
“What is going on?” I asked. “You wanted Mike to fuck me? I don’t believe what I am hearing.”
“Look we have not been getting along for ages and there is a reason and now you have done that I can tell you what the reason is.”
What he was telling me was something we both knew but had never admitted to each other.
“I want to be a cuckold husband and have another man satisfy you sexually because I haven’t been, and what’s more, I don’t want to. I have been planning this for a while and it took just a bit longer than I had planned. I have something to tell you.”
I sat there completely silent; this was something I was not expecting.
“I am seeing another man; not a woman, a man. I am having sex with him, but I don’t love him, I just enjoy having sex with him.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “Ernie please tell me this is a joke; I am finding this impossible to believe.”
“It is true, and it has been happening for a few months, we meet, and we masturbate together. It is something that started well before I met you. When I was at school he and I masturbated together, and things just went on from there. My parents found out and sent me to a shrink, to sort me out. It worked for a while and then I met you and I put everything behind me and for a few years I didn’t have any problems.”
“Then I met him again at a conference, we had a few drinks and he told me how much he had missed what we did together. He is married but the feelings never left him. He always preferred to have sex with another man than his wife. He met other men for casual sex, and she found out and left him for a while but after a few months, they got back together again. She had a friend that understood her predicament and invited her to stay with her for a week or two.
It transpired that her friend was single and enjoyed a swinging sex life and encouraged her to participate. At first, it was just with the two of them. Then it progressed and became involved with other men and women, and she joined in the swinging activity. Now that’s the way she prefers it.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you to continue to see Mike and do whatever you wish. I want to keep seeing my friend Brian. I am not interested in his wife or her activities and neither is Brian. He does not enjoy sex with women.”
“Well, that’s a relief I won’t be asked to let your friend fuck me,” I said sarcastically. “How do they manage to live together, living under such an arrangement?” I questioned.
“I don’t know, I have not met her, and I don’t want to. I have no interest in anybody other than you and Brian. I want us to live together but not sleep together. You can have Mike here anytime you wish and do as you wish together. It will not bother me if the two of you are in bed and I am here. I will not bring Brian home here. What we do together will be in private.”
“Do you love him? Is he gay?” I asked again.
“No. It is purely the sex between two men that we both seek. We have no amorous feelings for each other it is purely nudity and sexual. We use a place that gay men patronise, but we do not associate with them. We just enjoy each other’s company and the sex.”
“How are we going to live together with Mike sleeping with me and the two of us living together in the same house?”
“That is something I hope we can work out between us. If you want Mike to be involved, then I have no problems. I like and respect him, and I would like him to replace me in your bed and hope that you do not fall in love with him and tell me you want to marry him. It will be difficult, but I believe we can work it out. I hope Mike feels the same as I do.”
The following day I rang Mike and told him there was something I wanted to discuss with him privately.
He joked and asked me if I wanted to tell him I was pregnant.
I replied, “I wish,” and left it at that.
I arranged a meeting with Mike and Ernie, and we all met at our place. it was a difficult meeting and discussion. Like me, Mike had difficulty believing what Ernie had suggested.
Ernie outlined his arrangement with Brian and that he was more than happy for Mike and me to begin a sexual relationship and he would have no problems in us being together in our house or his.
Ernie was encouraging him to accept the arrangement.
Eventually, Mike agreed, with encouragement from me.
Then Ernie said to prove I mean it why do not the two of you go off and enjoy yourselves. Do not worry about me I am quite happy.
Ernie assured us that he would not interfere or intrude on us. It would be the ground-breaker of our relationship. It would be the beginning of an affair that we would all be happy with.
I took Mike’s hand and led him to my bedroom.
We sat on the edge of the bed and talked.
I had to convince him that I wanted what we had discussed to work. Ernie had been seeing Brian for some time so their arrangement would continue as if nothing had happened. We had to sort out our position.
He asked, “how do you feel about having sex with me and living with Ernie?”
I explained I had thought about it after our first time having sex together and I was convinced I wanted that to continue. At that time, I was not sure about Ernie and my relationship.
I told him we may have to separate. Then Ernie explained the relationship between himself and Brian which had been occurring for many months. I realised we had been living together while he was having sex with another man and that was not going to change. As much as I loved Ernie in a strange way, I couldn’t leave him. I did not want us to separate. I would not be making love with Mike but enjoying an intimate relationship and we would be doing something I enjoyed and wanted.
Mike said, “Well if we are going to do this, we may as well get things started. It will be difficult for a while, but I am sure we can work it out.”
“What I want right now is for it to work ‘in’ not ‘out.” I stood up and began to undress. Mike did the same.
When he was naked his cock was slack, He was having difficulty getting into the mood. This evening’s meeting had been difficult, and he was about to have sex with another man’s wife while he was in the house.
I took the initiative and took his cock in my hand and stroked it. As it slowly began to become firm, I took it into my mouth and sucked him until it was hard and ready to fuck me.
I had not sucked Ernie’s cock for years; he did not like me doing it and now I know why. He preferred another man to do it for him. Mike was most appreciative of what I was doing.
I began to fondle his balls and he said,” If you keep doing that I will cum in your mouth, do you want me to do that or fuck you?”
“Fuck me,” was all I said and immediately let his hard cock slip out of my mouth and got onto the bed in preparation for what was going to be the first of many more occasions.
We would be doing what we were doing while my cuckold husband was doing something else in the house quite aware that we were fucking each other and with his full approval.
Mike and I began to have sex together in a mechanical way. Our evening had not been conducive to lovemaking, and we needed a bit more stimulation.
Gradually things began to warm up and the feelings of what we were doing were beginning to work on our systems.
We fucked as if we had been fucking for years, nothing exciting or erotic. We were going through the motions, and I had a subdued orgasm. Mike continued, “I usually cum quicker than this, its hard to get that excited knowing I am fucking another man’s wife, and he knows.”
After another few minutes, he managed to cum. Like me, it was not the earth moving experience we had achieved the first time we did it together but we both seemed happy.
After we had both dressed again, we went out to the lounge room and Ernie was there. He had prepared a light snack for supper and opened a bottle of champagne.
Mike and I stood together more or less embarrassed having just made love and my husband was celebrating. There was no reaction or comment from Ernie. it was just as if it were something that might happen every day. None of us said anything. We all knew what had happened and nobody was upset about it.
Ernie opened the conversation. “Let’s celebrate our arrangement, I do not know about you Mike, but I am more than happy with our arrangement and the look on Jan’s face after being with you makes me more than happy. Let us celebrate me becoming a happy Cuckold husband.”
I kissed Mike goodnight at the door and the feeling between us was emotional but confused. I had fucked Mike and my husband had suggested and approved of our relationship. It was going to take some getting used to.
I began to invite Mike over the nights Ernie and his Brian would meet and we would fuck our hearts out.
One night we were just playing around on the bed naked and he began to kiss me gently then he moved his kisses down to my neck where one of many of my erogenous zones was working overtime.
After getting me to the stage of being utterly devoid of any resistance to whatever he wanted. Mike moved to my nipples and then did something I have never enjoyed before … he ran his finger around my navel.
This created a sensation deep within me and the desire for him to fuck me was overwhelming. I knew he would and just adored the attention he was giving me. What he was doing was something I had never experienced before. It was purely physical.
Then slowly he kissed me below my navel and found my small patch of hair that I had reduced from the full bush to a small patch, something he had suggested in an earlier passionate session.
Then he went lower. With his face in my hair, he took my legs and gently spread them wide.
I had no idea of what was to follow but I responded to his every move and offered no resistance.
Then he gently used two fingers to spread my labia and expose that part of me that was crying out for something to release the fabulous feeling I had. My vagina was virtually tingling with anticipation. He slid his tongue along my now exposed vaginal opening from the bottom to the top of my highly aroused clitoris. I cried out in absolute ecstasy and thrust my cunt hard against his mouth.
Mike did not need any further encouragement. He then began to use his tongue and fingers in that part of me in a way I have never experienced in my life. This was oral sex, and it was something I had never experienced with Ernie or any of my previous lovers. It was something that almost blew my mind. The feelings I was having were beyond words. This was the closest thing to being in heaven that I could imagine.
I wriggled and moaned with the eroticism that he had engendered within me. I grabbed my nipples and squeezed them. This was sex in a way I had never believed possible. It was the most wonderful experience I had ever enjoyed. It was the first time any man had used his tongue to do anything but kiss me passionately. I could not endure the agony of the erotic sensations pulsing through my body.
I screamed and I came with the most vigorous orgasm I had ever enjoyed – it bordered on being painful it was that intense. Mike continued to lick me as my body jerked quite physically and I was lifting my butt off the bed using my feet and my shoulders to raise my body for him to add pressure and pleasure to my vagina in the way he was.
After I had cum, I was exhausted, and I could not move or talk. I just lay there gasping for breath and letting every nerve in my body settle back to normality.
Mike moved up beside me and lay on one arm facing me just watching me recover from the most wonderful experience I had ever enjoyed.
I was now convinced that I had changed the way of life I had lived for over ten years.
For some reason, I still enjoyed Ernie as a companion and had very deep feelings for Mike. I did not love Mike in the same way as I did Ernie.
It was the physical sex with Mike that I enjoyed and needed.
I had two completely different men in my life. One I enjoyed as a companion the other as a lover. I do not believe that I loved either. I have a good relationship with Ernie as a friend and Mike it seems fills the void (no pun intended) that Ernie leaves as a lover.
Mike is younger and not a guy I believed I could live with, but in bed he is unsurpassed.
It was a month later that Ernie suggested Mike sleepover at weekends. He was enjoying the new Jan in his life – as a companion, not a wife. A wife who is being sexually satisfied by a man other than her husband.
I had to admit living a sexless life with Ernie had become more enjoyable. We had become exceptionally good friends rather than spouses and he and Mike were getting along wonderfully as well. We never discussed our individual sex lives, but it was obvious to us all that Mike and I were having the best sex that was possible. He was enjoying his newfound pleasure of being a ‘stud’ for me as much as I was enjoying being his ‘slut.’
Ernie was as happy as I had ever seen him as a cuckold husband, and he had commented a couple of times how happy that Mike had made me.
There were times Ernie passed the bedroom door while Mike and I were making love and occasionally I saw him watch for a minute or two then move on.
He continued to see Brian and I met his wife and had a quiet chat about our newfound pleasures. It was obvious she was enjoying her pleasures of swinging and invited Mike and me to a night at the venue. I gratefully declined, I was more than happy in having Mike to myself, I did not want to share what he was giving me with another woman.
