I’ve been asked to expand on my story, ‘The Serving Hatch.’ I gave it a bit of thought and perhaps there is a bit more life left in it. So if you asked, this is for you. If you haven’t read The Serving Hatch yet, this may not make a lot of sense. I’ll leave it up to you.
Having a fantasy in your mind is one thing; living it out is quite another. For me, a fantasy has to be based on events that could, at least in theory, actually occur. If I can’t believe it could really happen, I can’t write about it. After all, I have to pretend that I am there, playing my part.
The naughty boss, the dinner party, me being squiffy and the serving hatch provided the perfect storm—a collection of circumstances unlikely to be repeated. And then this happened…
It was now two weeks since my husband’s boss seduced me. We agreed we’d never mention it again. That is until one night, after a bottle of wine, I asked my husband if secretly he enjoyed watching another man making love to me. He was a bit taken back by my question. I could see he was reluctant to answer, but I wanted to know. I asked again. He said he did enjoy watching but could offer no explanation why.
To be honest, dear reader, I really enjoyed it. I’m not sure if it was the feeling of having another man inside me or my husband watching. All I know is, it was the naughtiest thing I’d ever done and I enjoyed every minute. I wanted to do it again. All I needed to do was get my husband on board. Now I knew that he also enjoyed it, I was halfway there. I pressed on with my questioning. I asked if such a perfect storm of events occurred at some future time, would he do it again.
He was a bit hesitant in his answer but agreed he would, although such a set of circumstances was extremely unlikely to reoccur. Little did he know that I could see a perfect storm on the not too distant horizon. His good friend Simon was coming over at the weekend to say goodbye. He had just completed a messy divorce and was moving to Canada to start a new life. I know Simon has always had a thing for me. He never missed an opportunity to flirt. To be honest, I quite liked him too.
So there we have it, a man who fancies me, just divorced, moving to Canada, and will be round our house for a goodbye drink at the weekend. If that hasn’t got the makings of a perfect naughty storm, I don’t know what has. As far as I’m concerned, I also have a husband who is open to the idea. I started thinking of a way I could fit it into the conversation on the night. That wasn’t as easy as it sounded. I couldn’t just come out and say something like, ‘oh, by the way, as you’re leaving, would you like to make love to me whilst my husband watches?’.
The more I thought about, it the more I realised how difficult it would be. Maybe I was overthinking it. When Harry’s boss was here, things just happened. Perhaps if the same circumstances were recreated, a similar outcome would occur. Again, that didn’t seem very likely. I was desperate to formulate a plan; I had all the ingredients, I just needed the recipe. I was left with only one choice, wait for the night and wing it. It wasn’t the best plan but it was all I had.
I didn’t have to wait too long and the weekend was now upon us. I was determined to give myself the best chance of seduction, best black underwear, stockings, short skirt and tight white blouse. If this didn’t work, nothing would. Harry did ask me why I was getting all dressed up. I told him this may be the last time we saw Simon; we should make an effort. It seemed to work.
Halfway through the evening, and thoughts of a spectacular orgasm were fading fast. My ambition of avoiding getting squiffy was also dead and buried; I was now on my fourth glass of Merlot. Simon offered up the bottle to top me up. It was now or never. I declined the wine saying that Harry wouldn’t let me have any more after what happened with his boss in the kitchen. This got his attention; he wanted to know what happened.
Without realising he was helping my cause, Harry chipped in and said that we had all had too much wine and things just got a little out of hand. This was my chance, I said with the voice of innocence, “A little out of hand? Your boss made love to me while you held my hands.” That was it, I’d said it; Simon wouldn’t let this drop now. The stage was set, no turning back. Harry tried to explain the circumstances; he wasn’t doing a very good job. He was desperately trying to downplay the events.
Simon had so many questions. Nothing Harry said made it sound like, ‘just one of those things.’ If anything, Harry was making it sound worse. I could see that Simon was constantly adjusting his posture in an attempt to hide his obvious state of arousal. I started to have a go at explaining events. I was doing a worse job than Harry, deliberately, of course.
I made a few arm and hand movements as I seemingly tried to explain how things transpired. I then told Simon it would be easier if I just showed him. I took his hand and led him into the kitchen; he was behind me. I bent down to the dishwasher and said, “I was doing this when I felt a pinch on my bottom.” This time I was wearing a short skirt, so I managed to give a flash of stocking tops in the process.
I went on to explain, “Of course, I thought it was Harry. I called him a naughty boy and told him to rub it better. He started rubbing my bottom; I was getting turned on. Then I stood up and turned round to find it wasn’t Harry.” As I said that, I stood up, slowly turned round, looked Simon in the eyes and said, “That’s how it started.” I stepped over to the serving hatch, put my arms and head through. Harry was standing there as before. I looked straight into Harry’s eyes as I said, “Then Harry took my hands and lightly held me in place.”
As I said that, Harry took my hands. So far, Harry was on board; would Simon follow? In a soft voice, I said, “As Harry took my hands his boss started to massage my back.” Nothing. Did he fully understand what I was saying? Perhaps he didn’t have a thing for me after all. I gave my body a little wriggle and once again, I said, “When Harry took my hands, his boss started to massage my back.” A moment’s silence, and then, finally, I could feel Simon’s hands on my back. He was now on the same page. Would he stay on it?
His hands felt lovely as he gently massaged my lower back. I was moving my body to show the pleasure he was giving me. I was getting really turned on. The thought of what was to come was making me wet. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and neck. I started letting out little sighs as he did, all the time looking into Harry’s eyes. I could see he was getting really turned on. The thought of him being turned on was making me wetter.
I gave Harry a naughty smile as I said, “Then Harry’s boss started to massage my breasts.” No sooner did I say it when Simon was cupping my breasts. I started to get quite noisy. He was in no doubt that I was enjoying his attention. I didn’t have to ask him to undo my blouse; he was now fully committed. As he moved his hands to my buttons, I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing into me. I moved my bottom from side to side as I pressed back. As the final button was undone and his hands returned to my breasts, I started to climax.
Unlike with Harry’s boss, I was in control. I was going to get the most out of it. Yes, I was being naughty, but this was going to be my day, for me and my needs. I was going to have as many orgasms as I could handle. Up until Harry’s boss, I had only ever had one man inside me, now I was about to sample number three and loving every single moment.
I really don’t know what my husband finds so erotic about looking into my eyes as another man pleasures me, but he does, and I was determined to hold his gaze throughout. Only Harry could see my face; both men could hear how much I was enjoying it. As Simon continued to massage my breasts, I just got louder and louder. I asked him to undo my bra; I wanted to feel his skin on mine.
As Simon undid my bra, he slid his hands round to once again cup my breasts. I could feel my nipples pressing into his warm, soft palms. He gave a little squeeze as I let out a huge moan of delight. I looked straight into Harry’s eyes whilst licking my lips and said, “Oh Simon, you are turning me on so much. I want to feel you inside me. I want you inside me now.” Simon moved his hands from my breasts to undo his trousers.
He put his hands on my silky smooth black knickers, gave my bottom a few light squeezes before slipping my knickers to the floor. I can’t begin to describe the feeling I had knowing he was about to enter me. As he did, he was slow and deliberate. I was so wet I could hear the sound of my juices squishing out. I was starting to orgasm again. The walls of my pussy were gripping and pulsating around him. Harry and his boss felt the same to me, but Simon, oh Simon, felt huge.
As he pushed in deeper and deeper, I was breathing heavily, moaning and groaning so loudly, all the time maintaining eye contact with Harry. Simon was moving in and out with a delightful rhythm. My orgasm seemed never-ending. Simon let out a groan as he started to cum deep inside me, squeezing my breasts as he did. I could feel the power of his hot ejaculation hitting the very top of my pussy. All the time watching Harry, watching me.
If this is what he wanted, I was giving it to him. I made no attempt to disguise how turned on I was by having his friend inside me. At this stage, and going by what had transpired with his boss I suppose he thought this was the end of the show. But he was wrong; I was about to up the ante. As Simon was going soft inside me, I said, “Would you like to go around and hold my hands? It’s Harry’s turn.” The look of shock on Harry’s face was priceless.
I had strayed off the reservation, I’d put Harry in a situation where he had no choice but to comply. Simon had pulled his trousers up and was heading for the lounge. It was Harry’s turn and he felt forced to perform. Thankfully he didn’t let me down. As Simon took my hands, Harry came into the kitchen. I now found myself looking at Simon as Harry cupped my breasts. I let out a few gasps of delight, but not as loud as I did for Simon.
Harry dropped his trousers and entered my now soaking wet pussy, filled with the cum from his friend. For the first time in my life, I experienced the feeling of two men inside me in quick succession. I was loving it, every moment of it. I didn’t feel comfortable making eye contact with Simon as my husband entered me. Instead, I closed my eyes and faced the floor. Simon was holding my hands so gently as Harry maintained the rhythm I so adored.
It wasn’t long before Harry was cumming; the excitement he felt watching his friend pleasure me had already brought him close. I could feel him pumping inside me as he let out a groan and squeezed my breasts a little harder than usual. I’m sure he enjoyed the way I changed the script to allow him to relieve himself inside me. For me, it still wasn’t over. Simon was leaving for Canada in two days and I was determined to extract as much pleasure from the evening as possible.
Harry was starting to go soft as he gently slipped from inside me. Simon was still holding my hands as I looked in his eyes and said, “When I left the kitchen, Harry’s boss wasn’t finished with me. He carried me over to the sofa. Will you do that?” I wasn’t sure if the look on Simon’s face was shock or excitement, but as I walked from the kitchen, he was there, in the doorway, ready to lift me to the sofa.
Now it was my turn for pure sexual indulgence. As I lay stretched out on the sofa, I asked Simon to put his fingers inside me and bring me to orgasm. At the same time, Harry was to gently massage my breasts. Oh my god, it was heaven. The feeling of Simon’s fingers exploring and exciting my soaking wet pussy, while my husband was massaging my breasts was orgasmic beyond belief. I’m not exactly sure how loud I was screaming, but it must have been very loud indeed.
My entire body was exploding with orgasms, all at the same time. I very nearly passed out with pleasure. I have never known anything like it. Nothing in my wildest fantasies had prepared me for such feelings. I was tired and completely orgasmed out. I wasn’t sure if I could take any more pleasure. Despite this, I asked Simon if he would like to take another turn inside me. Silly question really, no sooner had I asked, Simon was on top of me. Once again, he entered me. This time he was more forceful.
No holding back. Simon was rampant. I couldn’t help myself; I was starting to orgasm again and again as he pumped into me. I guess, like me, he knew this would be his last chance. He was going to take it, and boy, did he. All my poor husband could do was watch on as his best friend took me like a man possessed. He wasn’t making love to me; he was fucking me like a man just released from jail. We were both as noisy as could be as we came together. I truly had never felt anything quite like it.
After, I just fell asleep on the sofa; it was now getting quite late. I was tired and out of breath. This had been a night like no other. I was so tired that I didn’t even notice Simon leave. I woke as my husband was lifting me onto our bed. He made love to me one more time. We never spoke about it in the morning, probably for the best, I suppose. If you can hear banging in the background, that’s my husband. He’s nailing up the serving hatch, no idea why.
