My wife and I have a normal kind of relationship. We both work hard during the week and spend time with each other whenever we can. Sex is good, varied and we both get a huge kick from it. I wouldn’t say we talk about sex that much, or our fantasies, but at least, unlike other couples, we don’t have any secrets from each other. Well, I guess we have fantasies, but like I said, we don’t tend to discuss sex all that much.
The wife and I have our routine. Monday is late night working for me while Emily sits in the garden drinking Gin and Tonic; on a nice day that is. Wednesday is the night we spend together come what may. Thursday is Emily’s keep fit classes and I have a boy’s night out. I used to go to the gym but it got so boring that I just wasn’t enjoying it anymore. The weekend is our sexy time together. That is when we test the springiness of the bed, the solidity of the floorboards, the sturdiness of the kitchen tops and the elevated challenges of sex on the staircase.
Melissa is different, she is an open book, and her routine is sex, sex and sex. So open in fact, that I think most of the pages blew away in the last storm. She talks about sex like it’s her postgraduate thesis and she always keeps me on edge when she starts a discussion on the topic. Not from what she says, but from her probing questions into my sex life. I am not the kind to openly talk about these things. I love Melissa to bits though.
Melissa and I are work colleagues, of a sort. We don’t work for the same company, but she is an IT analyst and occasionally does work for our company on a contractual basis. We have got to know each other quite well over the six or so months that she has worked for the company and whenever she is around we always have lunch or a coffee together.
That’s when her musings start to come out to play. I always pick a table well out of reach from prying ears when Melissa and I sit down for a coffee. You never know what she will come out with.
Melissa intrigues me because she is bi-sexual, and I have fantasies about that. Not me being bi-sexual, but my wife, Emily. It would turn me on so much to experience watching her with another woman. But I know it’s all a fantasy.
Melissa and I were having a normal business like conversation when she suddenly, and out of the blue, announced that she had amazing sex with a woman the night before.
I nodded and smiled back at her.
Melissa leant in towards me and stated, matter-of-factly, “Fucking amazing body. Tits to die for, and her pussy was so, so sweet.”
I was glad she kept her voice down. That must have been a first for Melissa. Then I was told about the guy she had a few days earlier. Apparently his cock was fucking amazing!
“Is your cock nice?” she asked. Out of the blue.
I opened my mouth to speak and wondered whether I should tell her or not.
“Let me guess. I bet it’s a nice size and I would say you’re a roundhead.”
I nearly asked her what she meant by a roundhead, but my brain managed to put two and two together before I embarrassed myself.
I smirked and nodded, shaking my head a little as an affirmative sign that she could be right.
“I knew it!” she said.
Melissa was uncontrollable, and it was with regret that I blurted out that I needed to get back for a one o’clock meeting and that I would see her next time she was around.
We said our goodbyes but not before Melissa gave me a peck on the cheek. I wasn’t expecting that at all, and in fact, it surprised me.
I smiled back at her. “See you soon,” I said and winked as I left.
I next met up with Melissa two days later. We were chatting when she put me on the spot with a question that I was unsure of. She asked whether I could put her up at our house for a couple of days while her bathroom was being completely re-fitted. I told her I would have to ask the wife and quickly jotted down the dates that Melissa gave me.
To my surprise, Emily agreed that Melissa could stay for a few days; if only she knew what Melissa looked like she may not have agreed so readily, but I never gave Emily enough information to make that decision.
Melissa moved into our spare room on the Saturday, and confirmed that the work would be finished by the following Tuesday.
I have to admit that having another woman in the house was a little awkward at first. My wife and I couldn’t act like the house was our own anymore. We had to be cognisant of the fact that Melissa could walk in on us at any time. We did have those awkward moments when one of us would walk in on the other, in a moment of forgetfulness, moments when we were abruptly reminded that we were not alone in the house.
Melissa teased me, all the time. She would wear next to nothing when making a snack late in the evening, taking it up to bed with her; finding myself looking up the stairs at her wobbling backside as she bounced her way to her room. It was partly my fault that she did this of course, because I couldn’t help but watch her, and she knew it.
At one point I accidently walked in on her while she was having a piss on the toilet. I couldn’t hear anything and the door was ajar. As I walked in, I felt the Oh! Fuck! moment building up in my head and I blurted out the proverbial sorry, held my hands up, and backed out closing the door behind me.
Melissa seemed unperturbed. I did notice a wry smile cross her face as I made my exit.
By Thursday, Melissa was still at our house. There were issues with the work being done and apparently the electricity to the shower unit was no longer within the required specification. It had to be re-wired.
I heard the door bang as Emily left the house; bag in hand and off to keep fit, as usual. I was about to get ready and leave to go down the pub. My mate Dave had just sent a text to say that he would be a little late and that I should not rush. I never rushed anyway, but I always liked to be on time.
As I left my bedroom to walk down the corridor I heard sounds coming from Melissa’s room. One of the conditions of her staying was that she should not entertain and embarrass the pair of us with her many and varied friends. It was a condition between the two of us; I could never tell Emily what she was like.
I heard the sound again as I got closer. Her door was half open and I peeked around the door frame. I shouldn’t have, but my mind was switched to pervert and voyeurism mode and I just couldn’t help myself.
I was surprised to see that Melissa was on her own, face down on the bed, her lower torso was naked and her jeans were piled in a heap around her ankles. I frowned in puzzlement at the noises she was making. I watched as she raised her bum off the bed and back down onto it. Changing position, I could see that both her arms were under her and that, on the upstroke of her bottom, she was holding a flesh coloured tool. A dildo, to be precise.
I watched in awe as Melissa fucked the dildo like it was some horny teen cock thrusting into her. Her whimpers became louder until she started to speak to the dildo. Telling it to ‘fuck her hard’, and instructing it to ‘give it to her’.
I shouldn’t have done it but I did. I unzipped my trousers in the doorway and took my hardening cock out of my trousers. Pushing my pants to one side I started to stroke it. I pulled on my cock, hardening it, as Melissa fucked herself to orgasm. I was sure that I could dash away to safety at any time, should Melissa suspect anything untoward.
Melissa could certainly make a noise and it was evident from what I was hearing that her many lovers would know when she was about to orgasm. I certainly did. As Melissa screamed with pleasure I looked down to my cock and was amazed at how erect and hard it was. I pulled on it, marvelling at its size, looking at it, as I listened to Melissa verbal sighs and moans fill the room.
“Well Matt! Looks like you enjoyed that?”
I hadn’t noticed when the moaning stopped. Her words frightened the shit out of me; as I was suddenly made aware that Melissa had spoken. She was half turning around on the bed and removing the dildo at the same time.
“I…I…”
No noticeable English words came out. I shook my head in disappointment at being caught spying on Melissa in her most private moment. I watched Melissa get off the bed. She pulled her jeans completely off; not an action I would have performed; quite the reverse in fact. Melissa then stood up and I saw, for the first time, the mischievousness look in her eyes.
She walked towards me. “Pity to waste it, don’t you think?”
I was stunned. Like a monk sworn to silence. Unbelieving of the words she had just uttered. I was expecting a bollocking, but not those words.
“What-“
My return was pitiful. Realisation slowly kicked in and I knew that it was a feeble attempt and avoiding what was going to happen.
“I said – pity to waste it.”
Melissa dropped to her knees, wrestled my cock from my hand and engulfed it with her lips. She pushed it deep into her mouth and sucked on it before raising her head to lick down my shaft. She gathered up my full balls and sucked each one into her mouth in turn. She then let them plop out making a loud sound before she sucked on the head of my cock once more. Her hand pumped at the base of my sensitivity. She was needy. I was desperate, horny and I couldn’t hold back.
I spurted down her throat. I raised my head to the ceiling so that she couldn’t see the despair on my face. Guilt was already setting in while Melissa held my cock still and swallowed. I started to shake my head but Melissa showed no remorse, no regret at all. In fact she was downright enjoying it. The slurping noises and murmurs from her throat was telling me that she was in her element.
As she released my cock, she voiced her opinion, “That was fucking delicious, you don’t know how much I needed that.”
“Melissa – we shouldn’t have done that.” I retorted.
“You shouldn’t have had your cock out wanking and looking at me masturbating then, should you!” she retorted.
She was right. I should have been half way to the pub by the time I shot my load down her throat. Instead I was standing in front of her, my cock wilting with her hand around it, and with drops of cum dribbling from the side of her mouth. Her sexy mouth, that is.
I shook my head.
“I blame your fucking house rules. If I could have had one bloke, just one, this may not have happened,” she told me.
I shook my head again.
Melissa sat back on her legs and let go of my cock. She opened her legs and placed her hand on her pussy. A finger snaked its way inside as she looked up at me.
“You could fuck me?” she said.
At that point I told her that it was time I was gone. I pushed my cock back into my trousers, made myself decent and looked at her pleading face one more time.
“I have to go. I’m so sorry.”
I left her room and almost ran down the stairs.
“Don’t be sorry,” she shouted after me, “You can fuck me when you get back if you like.”
I met Dave at the pub to the obvious comment of ‘where the fuck have you been’. I couldn’t tell him the truth so the obvious excuses flowed out of my pathetic mouth.
We chatted and drank a few beers, a few other mates arrived and we had some fun together, but I was engrossed in guilt by the time I had to go home. On a few occasions, my mates even asked whether I was feeling okay. I just nodded.
All I could think of was Melissa masturbating, sucking my cock and swallowing my load with the utmost pleasure on her face.
I sneaked back into the house at around ten past eleven. I must have waited outside for ages; it was an attempt to ensure that Melissa had gone to bed and was not waiting up for me. She wasn’t. I crept upstairs quietly, avoiding even a casual glance at her bedroom door, and made my way to my own bedroom.
Emily was already asleep; exercise always had that effect on her. Every Thursday she would come home completely knackered and just sleep. I undressed and crept into bed beside her; still wondering about what had happened earlier. Should I tell her in the morning? Should I confess? Would Melissa tell her? Probably not I thought. I fell asleep deciding to say nothing and speak with Melissa the following morning.
Friday came and went. Melissa and I hardly conversed. Anything we did say was light-hearted and open. It was like nothing ever happened and Emily seemed completely unaware that anything had transpired.
More than once I struggled with the idea of telling Emily, but I shut up. It would only make things worse.
On the Saturday, I was still in bed when Emily announced that she was off out to do the shopping. I just grunted as I usually did; hoping to stay in bed and grab a few extra hours of snooze time. It suddenly dawned on me that Melissa may still be in the house.
My eyes shot open and I was about to shout out that I would go shopping with Emily when I heard the door slam shut. I snuggled back into the bedclothes and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep because I awoke with a start. Melissa was sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked. Her breasts were heavy as she leant a little forward when my eyes opened.
“You look sweet when you’re asleep,” she said.
“Really,” I replied. “Melissa I don’t think this is the place for you to be right now.”
“I do,” she replied.
“How do they look? A bit empty without hands around them, don’t you think?”
Melissa wiggled her voluptuous breasts from side to side. She stood up and crawled over to my side of the bed. Pulling the bedclothes down over my body; her eyes diverted to my hardening cock once more.
I felt the wetness of her mouth descend onto my member and felt her cup my balls as she weighed them in her hands.
I just couldn’t stop her. She was naughty. Dirty. Filthy. An insatiable slut, and I loved that. I watched her suck my cock and by the time of her third descent, the guilt was almost gone. Second time around didn’t feel that bad.
She lifted her mouth off my cock and while still massaging it, kissed me on the cheek.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she told me.
“I bet you are.” I replied.
Her slow wanking of my cock was deliberate. It was erotic and I felt so horny when she started telling me what I should be doing to her in return.
Her words intoxicated me. I wanted so much to give her what she wanted.
I pushed her over and her legs spread like butter. It wasn’t the first time she had performed that manoeuvre and it was fair to say that she was an expert at it. I slipped my body between her thighs and my cock slipped in with ease. Wet was an understatement. Melissa’s pussy was sodden with expectation. Her cunt sucked me into her and I pushed my enlarged cock deep into her. Melissa pulled her legs up around my waist and my cock retreated and thrust into its goal one more time.
Melissa groaned out loud at my repeated penetration.
I buried my head in the recess between her face and her shoulder and fucked her hard. I loved every moment. My cock throbbed repeatedly and it was all I could to control my pending orgasm.
The short, sharp slap on my bum caused me to cry out loud.
“What the fuck!!!”
I pulled out of Melissa almost instantaneously. While on my hands and knees, I scrambled to the head of the bed, turning and trying to hide my embarrassment at the same time.
I was panting and found myself staring openly into the eyes of Emily looking at the both of us.
I found myself, once more, short on excuses. The sight before me, scared me senseless, I had been caught fucking a colleague on our marital bed. I was fucked. Really fucked. I could see divorce lawyers queueing for my money, sleepless nights on park benches wrapped in The Times newspaper. I could see myself jobless, moneyless, loveless. I had wrecked my marriage. I was completely fucked. I had betrayed the one woman I really loved and –
“You stupid twat.” said Emily.
I looked at her.
Realisation set in.
Pennies were dropping, ever so slowly.
Emily leant forward on the bed.
“Always,” she said, “always give the lady a good licking before you fuck her.”
With that Emily’s tongue extended as her naked body climbed onto the bed. Emily licked along Melissa’s puffy outer lips while spreading her thighs with the palm of her hands.
I watched in disbelief as her tongue disappeared inside. Emily, my wife, was licking pussy. In front of me. In broad daylight. I decided I must have been dreaming. I pinched my nipple hard. Fuck it hurt. But it proved it wasn’t a dream.
“She has such a sweet tasting pussy,” said Emily, as she lifted her head, before flicking her tongue at Melissa’s clit.
I was still dumbfounded. My mouth was becoming dry and I swallowed hard. My cock was still hard and I watched as Emily started to enjoy herself and delve deeper into Melissa’s cunt.
“I hope your fucking wet.” I declared.
I stood up on the bed and rushed round behind Emily. I aimed my cock at her glistening hole. Kneeling, I fucked my cock into her. I started to pound her pussy. There was no finesse.
Melissa moaned and sighed all through Emily’s licking. She could see me fuck myself senseless and she pulled herself upright. My wife almost lost contact with her pussy but Melissa sat up and placed her hand on my chest and pushed me backwards.
“Slow down, slow down. Go easy. You’re not cumming in Emily, you’re cumming in me,” she stated for the record.
Melissa lifted herself from under Emily, got off the bed and walked behind me. She pushed me backwards which made my cock slip from my wife’s cunt.
“Now then, what do you think Matt, I would say that those keep fit classes have paid off, don’t you?”
Keep fit classes. Keep fit classes, why the fuck was Melissa mentioning keep fit classes.
My cock throbbed. More pennies started to drop.
“Oh! We did do some keep fit classes. We did, didn’t we Em?”
Melissa nodded to herself. Emily had turned around and was now half resting on the pillows she piled at the head of the bed. Her legs draped open in a relaxed pose. Her ample tits heaved as she smiled at both of us.
“Yeah. We did a few. Two or three I would say. Maybe four, max,” replied Emily.
“Two or three before what?” I said looking from Emily to Melissa who was standing beside me.
“Before that sweet talking slut seduced me,” replied Emily.
I looked at Melissa.
“That – was – fun. It was so fucking easy to get into your wife’s knickers you know, especially when she found out who I was,” said Melissa, “I simply watched her exercise. My eyes never left her lycra coated pussy as she exercised in front of me. I kept salivating and wondering whether she would go for it. She did. Big time.”
“Exercising in front of you?” I asked.
“She’s my instructor,” said Emily, pointing at Melissa.
“Yeah, it was just a matter of making my intentions known. Holding your wife back at our fourth session and then telling her exactly what I wanted to do to her,” said Melissa.
“You What?”
“I told her, in no uncertain terms, exactly what she wanted to happen. Shall I show you what I mean?”
I looked at Melissa and in my confused state, nodded my approval.
“You can fuck me as hard as you want Matt, and I mean as hard as you want, just wait for Em to cum first yeah.”
Melissa dropped down into Emily’s waiting honey pot. Her head was lost between my wife’s soft thighs and I watched for a while as Melissa licked her pussy.
My cock was rigid. It had never before been this stiff. Melissa settled into a rhythmic motion as she spread her knees on the bed. I looked at the juices leaking from her pussy. They were dripping down onto the sheets. She was actually, physically, dripping wet.
Emily was moaning and holding the back of Melissa’s head, a small bunch of hair curled in her fist as I sank my cock into Melissa’s cunt. Emily was lifting her pussy onto Melissa’s mouth in a regular breath-like fashion. Emily was staring at Melissa, not me.
“She’s so fucking hot, Matt,” moaned Emily.
I started to fuck a little faster and it wasn’t long before Melissa was licking and moaning into Emily’s pussy. I wanted them both to cum at the same time. A dream perhaps, but the two of them looked so hot together. It wasn’t as if it was their first time either, I reckoned they both knew what they liked and how to bring each other off when required.
I grabbed Melissa’s waist with both hands and fucked into her. I heard her groan and then grunt in unison with Emily’s constant panting.
“I’m fucking cumming. She’s cumming too. Matt, fuck her hard,” cried Emily.
A few strokes later and Emily had let loose with a barrage of sexual abuse. Melissa was groaning loudly into Emily’s open pussy and I was exploding inside my friends beautiful cunt. I pulled out almost immediately and sprayed what was left over Melissa’s backside.
I wanted Emily to see me spurt and realise that another woman had caused that. Actually another two women caused it and one of them was my beautiful wife.
It didn’t stop there, we fucked for the rest of the afternoon. The food shopping never got done that day, and the combinations we got into were a dream come true. My favourite, as any guy would confess to, was when Emily sat on my face, facing Melissa, while Melissa fucked my cock. Every man’s dream I guess.
We must have lay on the bed partly cuddling each other for ages as the hours slipped into the early evening. I suddenly had a thought; a very pertinent thought at that.
“Is that bathroom of yours being refurbished?” I asked.
“Not a fucking chance. Can’t afford that,” she said as her hand slipped onto my cock for a quick grope. Again.
It was Emily that finally offered the complete explanation to me, putting my mind firmly at rest.
“I found out that Melissa was the person you sometimes talked about at home. I put two and two together, by the end of the second exercise class. I knew what you had said about how she conducted herself. Matt, to be honest, I wanted to be seduced by her, and so, after the second class I started to play up to her. I knew from what you said that she wouldn’t be able to resist. When she went for it – so did I.”
I was once more left in a state of being dazed and slightly confused. But at least this time, my cock was being stroked.
“That’s when we hatched the plan,” said Melissa.
“Took us three months of pretend exercise classes though,” Emily laughed out loud at the thought.
“Your wife’s a fucking nymphomaniac when she’s in bed with me. It’s no wonder she was always knackered when she got home to you,” Melissa informed me.
It all started to make sense. The late exercise classes, the tiredness, the low libido because of her complete satisfaction on Thursdays. The moving in was staged, the slutty actions of Melissa was just to tease and reel me in. It all fucking worked, and what was worse, they made me feel guilty about my initial part in it all. My infidelity was petty compared to what my wife and Melissa were practising behind my back.
“What about last Thursday’s exercise class?” I exclaimed.
“I went down the pub,” replied Emily, “I had to leave Melissa to seduce you, how else was I going to catch you out?” Another giggle erupted from both of them.
“What if I had been a good boy? What if I was un-seduceable.”
“You! Miss out on some crumpet, watching a beautiful woman masturbate in front of you, and then drawn into a blow job. Sorry, is your name Matt, or what?” Said Emily.
I nodded.
“However, if I catch you fucking anyone else in this bed, then you will be out on your arse. Get it!”
Her tone left no compromise at all. It was final.
“I got it,” I replied, nodding my head.
“Apart from me that is,” added Melissa.
“Apart from her,” added Emily.
I nodded once more.
“Lick my pussy Em – please.”
The cry of sexual abandon once more propagated throughout the room. I felt myself get hard again at the thought of what Emily and my wife was about to embark on. I didn’t think I was going to survive the both of them for this one day, leave alone the future.
ooOoo
The last six weeks have been unbelievable. I was kept constantly hard and asked to perform regularly. It was fun at first but when we got together as a threesome I found myself being as knackered as Emily was on her Thursday nights.
Melissa’s bathroom was still being refurbished, so to speak, and she was still staying with us off and on, but mainly at weekends. She would come over on Friday after work and stay until the Sunday.
Our working relationship changed a lot, I would say for the better. I now looked on her as a partner in sex rather than a naughty, sexual woman, who teased me. Our conversations, believe it or not, became more normal. Talking more of what we did together rather than what she did with others.
I guess Melissa still pulled the guys and gals during the week, but I never asked her about it and she very rarely offered any information.
On one occasion, while at home with Emily and myself, Melissa hinted that she may have found a bloke that could satisfy her needs. I sat there listening to her go on about him; eyes wide open and smiling like a Cheshire cat. I started to wonder what Melissa’s needs actually were. They certainly would have very few limits.
On that same night, I found myself smiling as I caressed Emily’s breast while we watched TV. Melissa was in the kitchen making the coffee. Emily lifted her head towards me and suggested that we needed to purchase a super king-sized bed.
“Why?” I asked, knowing full well there would be more room in it for the three of us.
“I’ve invited Melissa to move in with us if she wants to. Permanent like. It would save the travelling and well-”
My eyes closed in abject bliss. I pondered on that thought for a while.
“Well what? She only lives a few miles away.”
“Well, it would be fun teasing her new boyfriend or girlfriend of the moment. The ones that she may well bring home once in a while.”
I started to smile and thought of the possibilities. The one that entered my head was being left out while three women take over my super king-sized bed.
