Pauline loved it when men looked her up and down, she could tell instantly if they wanted to fuck her. If they looked like they were undecided, she would soon help them make their minds up.
This was rare however as she had this special sort of mysterious edge that made her very sexually attractive. Generally, if they were eyeing her up they already had sex on their minds.
Anyways, she’d always play with them, give them the eye back, a wink, a little smile, maybe even a discreet lick on her lips or something else openly suggestive. Knowing full well that would make them want her even more.
This said, she wasn’t a prick teaser, not at all. No, if it was at all possible, she would accept or suggest to go fuck somewhere…
She’d fuck them in the toilets of a bar, in a car, in the back row of a cinema, in a forest, go back to their place or take a hotel room. Anywhere would do if the situation arose. She once got chatted up on the bus by a dude from North Africa and let him take her back to his flat which he shared with some mates.
Once through the door, there were six black men at home so she fucked them all. Things started with a gangbang in the sitting room and continued with her being taken from bedroom to bedroom. She loved every single minute. On the way out, she even let herself get fucked for a last time on the staircase by the guy who accompanied her downstairs.
I remember later that night, once she’d got home and we went to bed after dinner, rubbing her pussy as she told me the details of her afternoon/evening…
Her pussy was well loosened up, it was warm and well stretched. My fingers slid effortlessly inside her, she was really wet. She came and came on my hand as she retold the experience, also making me cum really hard a few times during this debriefing.
Quite early on in our relationship, I came home early one day to find Pauline being fucked by a local bus driver on our kitchen table. It was sort of funny really, such a cliché. My reaction was :
“Oups… ‘lol’ Well I’ll just go to the sitting room while you two finish up, but I need a cup of tea so please don’t be too long”
Needless to say, the man was a bit embarrassed, couldn’t get it up again, and quickly left. Pauline came to apologize (with my cup of tea) which I accepted, but I went in cash. I said don’t mind if it’s just fucking and it doesn’t get in the way of us. She was most relieved, if not a bit puzzled.
We talked about it and came to the agreement that she could fuck around as much as she wanted and I would accompany her as much as possible, supporting and looking after her back if she wanted to go to pick-up places or clubs and saunas, etc.
She didn’t yet know about clubs and saunas and was very intrigued. She imagined at first that I was going to such places but no, it’s just because I work in nightclubs and know of them but I’ve never yet been to one. She seemed to find it hard to understand how I was not jealous so I just tried to explain that :
If she loved me and our relationship was strong, why should I be jealous of a purely physical act that bought her pleasure? Also, when I see she is happy and enjoying herself I find her even more beautiful than ever.
Anyways, there were a few ground rules such as :
– On no account should our son ever be a witness to any goings on. If anything happened at our place then he would be away with his grandparents or with friends.
– She must remember that these are purely sexual relationships so if a partner starts talking about leaving me for her or such she knocks that sort of shit on the head straight away.
– She must not hide these encounters from me and tell me everything. Preferably as foreplay during our own private lovemaking.
One of our first experiences after making the agreement was with a guy I selected for her from ads in a swinger’s guide. He came for an evening at our place when our boy was away with his grandparents.
But mostly we went to clubs or saunas because one is never enough for her and it’s a lot quicker and easier than placing and/or replying to ads.
She really loved it when I took her to a sauna club. I’d walk her around and take her to different places in the club to get fucked…
At first, after showering we’d go to the very back of the steam room in the dark, and I’d just stand back and let all the naked men press in around her, rubbing their bodies against hers and touching her all over. She’d stand there cumming with anticipation while being explored by multitudes of keen hands and mouths…
Most times she was so hot for it, the fucking would start right here in the steam. She’d get fucked and filled with cum from behind by several unknown cocks while others continued to caress her body. And she would stroke and suck any cock she could reach.
After a while, we would go upstairs and I’d lead her slowly through the backrooms. In the labyrinth of dark hallways, hands would come out of the blackness and touch her as we walked.
Every now and then, I’d slip her into a private booth and then select one or more of the men following us to join us.
She liked me to take her to the S&M area where they had a sling into which I would lay her, strap her firmly in, blindfold her then just let men fuck her from both ends until they came and were replaced by a fresh cock bursting to cum in one of her holes. She really lost it when men came in or on her. It made her feel dirty and slutty which just drove her even deeper into sin… and… she always wanted more
“je veux encore… Encore!!!”
Most times, when finished and back at home we’d take a shower, she would tell me her best moments, and we’d make each other cum a few times before sleeping.
Often however we would get invited back to someone’s place or hotel room to carry on. Sometimes I would go, but sometimes I just let her go and would return home and wait for her to get back to fill me in on her fun.
Once, she was invited back to a private house by three pretty sketchy men. I went home and she finally crawled in the next evening! She had managed to send me a quick sms in the early hours of the morning which I read when I woke up reassuring me she was ok and not in any danger. She still didn’t know what time she’d be home. When she did get back, I learned they had basically used her as a human sex doll, only finally liberating her at 7 pm the next day.
Pauline really did enjoy being sexually dominated. It was definitely one of her major turn-ons. She knew I wasn’t so much into that aspect. I did enjoy seeing her being gang fucked or things like her being fist fucked and such but I didn’t like seeing what looked like pain being inflicted upon her, or her being treated badly. So she’d spare me the details of those types of encounters and just give me the juicy bits she knew would turn me on.
She had known what these men wanted to do to her and she really wanted to be used like that so she made me understand in the changing room that I wouldn’t want to physically be there. And she was right!
After this session, her holes were particularly delightful to the touch. She’d really been opened up. She told me about some of the seriously hard-core double penetrations with lots of abusive language and being cummed in all three holes at the same time, over and over again.
Basically, she was sucking, fucking or both non-stop for the entire time she was there. Sometimes with just one or two of them but mostly, by all three at the same time. She said she completely lost control of her body and senses several times and felt like a vrai pute which made her just keep taking it until they could fuck her no more.
Before leaving she was asked if she’d come back for a weekend-long gangbang sometime soon, promising her at least ten or fifteen participants. She said of course she would, but they’d have to work out the details with me, and gave them my pro number so they could do just that.
About a month later they called and proposed a date for the weekend. I agreed Pauline would show up at the meeting place from where she’d be taken to the venue.
I didn’t tell her but the guys told me they had planned quite a party, where she and one other lady would have to entertain and satisfy well over fifty men from Friday evening until Monday morning. She told me she had absolutely no idea how many men she sucked, fucked, and had been fucked by over the weekend but she was very grateful I’d let her go, and that I’d kept the amount of men as a surprise. She was accepting only what was originally announced and was worried there would be quite a lot of waiting around which she would have found frustrating.
She didn’t really see much of the other lady who, like her, was kept very busy. But early on Friday evening, as the first batches of guests started showing up, they (she and Pauline) were publicly group fucked a few times after doing a sort of show together, fucking each other with all sorts of sex toys.
After these initial gangbangs they were both taken to different bedrooms with on-suite bathrooms in which they spent most of the time being constantly visited by the guests. Sometimes alone, mostly not.
As I’ve said Pauline loved being eyed and sized up and also loved the idea of men watching her fuck, getting turned on, and wanting their turn. She made quite a number of pornographic videos in the 1990s and early 2000s.
At least ten films in all but I believe there may have been many more, including a few more specialized, private videos and photo shoots. I was present for the filming of her first four films but also three specials which were S&M films.
I’d go with her because she wanted the support, being a bit nervous at first, but she soon could do without me. Which I was fine about and she always tried to make sure I got a copy of the films.
I have to say, I really got off watching my wife fucking in those films. I know her very well indeed and could tell how much she was enjoying herself. There was no acting on her behalf, just pure pleasure.
The S&M films, well, they are not such a great watch for me, but even in those films, I can see her enjoyment. There are even a few bits in those films that I’ll still gladly watch and cum watching.
I know in the films she made that were sold commercially she was disappointed not to have done more and gone further but I’m pretty sure she did a few wild things in some private stuff she did.
One summer, following a contact she got on set for a film made in Paris somewhere, she came home to tell me she had been offered a trip to Portugal for a week or two to work as a hostess in a man’s club/bar set-up.
I could tell she was eager and really wanted to go, so I let her. Who am I to stop her, I didn’t mind and knew how much the idea turned her on. When she returned I was amazed by the stories she had to tell me. She really got to play at being la petite pute she wanted to be.
Another contact was for a role in a film as a body parts double. It was a French arty film with some actress playing the lead role opposite Roco Siegfriedy, the famous Italian porn actor. The problem was they needed close-up shots of Roco’s cock penetrating this actress who refused to let Roco do this to her.
Apparently, someone suggested Pauline to the Directrice after seeing one of her films because she has a very nice hairy bush which looks a lot like that of the prudish actress.
Pauline accepted the shoot and went for a few days to the south of France. She stayed at the same hotel as Roco and on both nights he visited Pauline in her room and they fucked.
The second night Pauline got Roco to phone me and tell me how lucky Pauline was to have someone like me who let her live her sexuality so freely. She told me later she was sucking him off when he called me. This was a massive turn-on for us both.
As the years went by, Pauline explored sex to its full. I really didn’t mind, quite the opposite in fact but Pauline had more, and more problems handling it. I was less and less present at her different encounters.
She didn’t really need me there anymore, she was quite capable of handling literally any situation and to be honest, she enjoyed putting herself in situations where she could be seriously abused. She did in fact go looking for exactly that. I simply just drifted further and further into the background. For me that was fine but not so for her.
She thought I was no longer interested in her and she didn’t like that. I think her own desires contaminated her thought process, she imagined that I must be fucking around too.
I did have two affairs over the many years we were together. Both experiences were very short, the sex was drab, and it was never like with Pauline who is the only person who has ever really turned me on. Anyway, it all got rather messy, so we ended up divorcing. It was me that left, I felt like I had no choice.
She took many, many lovers. I knew when there was a new one, when the sex was good, when it started to fade and when it was over.
The deal was simple, she fucks whoever she likes but makes love to me. In the end, it felt that the rules were being broken as she took out on me her frustrations with these different lovers. I figured, after a while, that I needed to get out. I did this with no regrets about having had the sex lives we had had up until then, even though it meant us coming to an end.
Like I said, it was messy, mostly because Pauline put another angle on it, saying she couldn’t trust me and not wanting to accept how I was suffering, so that was that.
We were divorced for nearly five years when she emailed me out of the blue, saying she hadn’t received my monthly bank transfer for our son.
I checked; she was right, the transfer time period had ended so I sorted that out. I replied to give her my apologies, inform her the missing transfer was done, and that I’ve programmed new monthly transfers as before. To which she thanked me and suggested meeting for coffee.
Basically since the divorce, she had a few “serious relationships” none of which had worked out, and was missing me. We met again shortly after this, went for a meal then back to my place where we fucked.
The sex was awesome, just like before and after a few such meetings we were officially back together. She sold my old flat that I’d handed over to her when we divorced. I sold my flat and we bought a new one.
It was at that point Pauline told me that she had been diagnosed with some sort of tumor in her skull growing along the nerve from her brain to her right eye.
Within six months they decided to operate and remove the tumor. It was quite a heavy operation but she made it through ok with the exception of her sex drive.
It seemed she had lost it as the sex completely stopped. I felt I had no other choice than to accept that the operation had killed her libido, but as I loved her deeply, I accepted this. I was just glad she was still with us, and otherwise in good health.
After only two short years, we divorced for the second time.
Turns out she hadn’t lost her libido at all, and had been fucking around for quite a while.
My son informed me that she’d only really gotten back to me because she’d just been dumped and had already been given the tumor diagnosis. She was lonely and scared. She knew I loved her and would accept her and be there in case things went pear-shaped.
At the beginning of this second relationship, I had told her that I didn’t really care much anymore for the swinger-type scene and all the casual sex. This was my big mistake because Pauline is incapable of having a single sexual relationship. I really should have known better!
As soon as she had recovered she went looking for cock, found it, and didn’t share this information with me. She knew if we had sex, I would know instantly she was sleeping around again, and she was right, I would have.
So she tried to keep it all secret and it basically worked until the bank called, asking me to sort out her overdraft and a few other matters. I quickly discovered all sorts of payments, made in all sorts of places, all of which when she was supposed to be visiting her mother.
Her personal account was in a bad way… For months and months, she’d been spending way over what she earned. The bank had even blocked her payments to the joint account from which our mortgage and utility bills were paid from. So after a lengthy discussion with the bank, I sorted things out, took responsibility at 100% for the mortgage, etc., and put her account back to zero.
She left the flat three months later never to return, leaving an undisclosed credit card debt to the tune of 15.000€ with another bank that I had been totally unaware of. Unfortunately, under law, I found I was legally obliged to pay this off, which took me five years.
Once I sold the flat which, overall, took eight very long years, I did receive my half of the gains and a percentage of her share to compensate for paying the mortgage on my own. This was not her doing but the Notaire.
And that was that. There will never be a third time.
I loved her and probably still do somehow. I’ve so many good memories and regret nothing. Let’s not forget that she is also the mother of my only child, who is a very good egg, and for that, I will always be grateful.
Today, I’m single by choice, it’s simpler like that. I often watch one of Pauline’s films which I always get off on. If I want to fuck, then I know where to go but honestly, I’ve seen and done things most men just fantasize about, so I’m quite satisfied in life. I’m pretty sure I won’t meet someone as sexually interesting as Pauline again.
So I’m happy having the occasional fling with a like-minded lady, who’s simply looking for something other than a ten to fifteen-minute romp in the dark before rolling over and going to sleep.
