Chapter 28
Adam wasted no time obeying his wife’s command.
He swivelled on the bed until he was lying full length behind me, his down, male body pressed against my skinny, middle-aged frame as if we were two spoons in a drawer. I could feel his muscular chest hot against my back and his erection pressing against the back of my legs.
It was beginning again. My heart thumped in excitement.
“Be gentle. Please,” I whispered, wanting desperately to feel him inside me again but knowing how sore I already felt.
“Shhh! Relax! Don’t worry,” he murmured, snuggling closer behind me, his hot breath on my shoulders.
Adam cuddled me for a while, rubbing his body gently against mine, his cock hard against the underside of my buttocks as he kissed my neck and shoulders.
“Does this feel okay, Alice?” he asked in a whisper.
“It’s nice,” I replied, wriggling my bottom against his groin.
It was indeed nice. After the energy of the last session, a little gentleness and romance was very welcome. As he kissed me, I could feel Adam’s fingers delicately stroking my side, from my knee, along the back of my thighs to my waist and boobs before returning to my bottom again. In contrast to the violence of his first fucking and the body-wracking orgasms that had followed, this was much more loving, caring and sensual.
I moaned softly with pleasure then felt Adam’s fingers under my knee, raising my leg slightly, opening a gap between my upper thighs. I felt his cock slip into that gap and gasped as his shaft rubbed up against my angry vulva.
“Still okay?” he whispered again, lowering my leg to trap his erection hard against my vulva.
“Mmmm!” I replied.
Very slowly and gently, Adam began to rock back and forth, sawing his shaft along my slit. I was a little sore but still very wet; it felt very pleasant indeed. I began to breathe deeply and noisily, my arousal increasing once again. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations coming from my groin.
“Still feel good?” Adam asked softly.
I turned my head towards his and kissed him full on the lips. The angle was awkward but it felt good to feel his tongue as smoothly on mine as his cock slid equally smoothly across my well-lubricated slit.
A moment later I felt my leg being lifted higher and Adam’s body pressed closer still. There was a movement across my groin, a fumble, a parting of sore lips then his wonderful pleasure-giving erection slid smoothly into my open vagina from behind.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The noise that escaped my lips was something between a sigh and a moan as my body was once again slowly penetrated. The angle was new and unfamiliar; Adams’ cock was touching me and stretching me in new and unexpected places that not even Will’s doggy-style rear entry had reached.
I felt him slip in deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out inside me, his hips pressed against my bony buttocks. I felt him lean away, his chest no longer against my back, his upper thighs pressed firmly against the back of mine…
Then he began to fuck me once again, wonderfully and sensually, moving back and forth again in tiny, careful thrusts, his cock deep inside my vagina.
“Mmmmm!” was all I could say or do.
Encouraged, Adam sawed back and forth a little faster, his hips moving steadily and with determination. I felt his arms reaching round my torso to cup my tiny breasts then stroke my pregnant tummy before descending to my groin.
Instinctively I bent forward a little, exposing more of my vulva to his mercy then biting my lip as in reward, his cock slipped just a fraction deeper into my body and his hand found my clit, fingering my battered, sore nub as his cock slid in and out of my nearby passage.
My arousal grew rapidly, my skin tingling, my breath deepening as I began to moan, A climax began to build slowly within me, making me tremble in Adam’s strong arms. He increased the pace of his thrusts; the trembling grew stronger until my belly turned to warm mush.
“Oooooowwwwwwwyyyeeessss!”
Wet, slapping noises filled the room as my juices began to pour from me again. The strong, familiar and to me, revolting smell of a woman in heat filled my nostrils. As if sensing this, Adam began to thrust harder and faster, fingering me more and more energetically until my whole body shook against his.
My chest tightened, my hips felt full of heat as a massive orgasm approached. The heat radiated out from my vulva and lower belly in waves, rising in temperature and intensity with every few thrusts. The wave grew higher and higher, cresting over me, the most powerful orgasm yet about to break…
But didn’t happen!
Instead of bringing me the release I so desperately needed, Adam held me tightly, his cock suddenly motionless within my vagina. On the very edge of climax, I was stunned as he held his still-hard cock within my body then seemed to fumble on the bedside table behind him.
I whimpered with disappointment.
There was a rustling sound and a fumbling behind my back then Adam began to stroke my back with his hand, from my shoulders, down my spine to my hips and across my buttocks. As his fingers reached the underside of my cheeks I instinctively raised my knees almost into a foetal position and in response, he began to stroke the soft smooth sensitive flesh at the back of my thighs, from behind my knees up towards my vulva.
Adam’s hand moved smoothly over my engorged flesh, along my slit from my sore clitoris, across my swollen inner lips and down to my as-yet untouched anus. I started as his fingertip began to trace the outline of my tightly closed sphincter, my heart thumping as I remembered how it had felt when Will and Pete’s fingers entered that deep dark cavern.
Then Adam’s fingertip did the same. Covered with cool slimy goo, it easily prised open the tightly puckered muscles of my sphincter and entered my rectum.
“Uhhhhhh!”
I gasped as his digit sank into my body, feeling first one knuckle then the second pass through my tight ring. My body tried instinctively to expel the invading finger but to no avail; Adam simply pressed his hand forward until I could feel his palm against my lower spine and his finger deeper in my bottom.
For a moment the world stood still, my lovers cock buried as deep in my vagina as his finger was in my anus.
Then he began to move, drawing his cock back until it had all but left my body before thrusting it forward. At the same time, his finger in my rectum was twisted from left to right.
My sensitive anus tingled madly; the double stimulation simply out of this world. I already knew from both Will and Pete how effective an erogenous zone my bottom could be, but this was something new.
There, lying on my side with my knees drawn up almost to my chest, my whole vulva and cleft were open and exposed helplessly to Adam’s desires. He took full advantage of my vulnerability, his strokes growing longer, deeper and faster with every second, his finger now fucking my rectum as effectively as his cock was fucking my cunt – for that was all it now was; a cunt!
The first orgasm hit me hard and fast, shaking my entire body so hard my raised knees hit me in the face.
“Ohhhhjjeeesssussssccchhhhrriisstt!”
The second wave arrived hard on its heels and the third shortly afterwards. As I came helplessly on Adam’s finger and cock, I no longer cared where my husband was or what he was doing. Now, nothing but my own extraordinary pleasure mattered.
Securing his advantage, Adam fucked me in rapid, short, sharp thrusts, his body angled away from mine to give him maximum depth of penetration while I felt the incredible sensation of a second finger being forced alongside the first in my already-stretched anus.
“Noooooo! Ohhhh Yessss!”
My knees hit me hard in the mouth as Adam’s thrusts drove me bodily up the bed one last time before to my surprise, slowing to a halt.
My bewildered mind began to object but then something changed. The fingers were no longer in my rectum. His cock was no longer in my vagina. There was a fumbling behind me, a soft squirting noise; the touch of warm hands on my exposed buttocks.
“What… what… are you doing…?” I murmured, dazed.
“It’s okay. Relax,” Adam whispered into the back of my head.
I felt something smooth and rounded being rubbed along the cleft between my buttocks.
“But that’s… that’s my…”
Still too dazed by my orgasms to understand, I put up no resistance when the ‘something’ was pressed up against my already loosened anus.
“Raise your knees. It’ll be easier,” Adam whispered in my ear.
“Mmmm?” I asked, slightly dazed.
“Raise your knees, Alice.”
Still not fully understanding what was happening, I did what I was told, raising my legs until was lying on my side, my knees high against my boobs.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Good girl,” Adam purred in his rather endearing Northern accent. “Now take a deep breath!”
“What? Oh! Oh! OhhhWWWWW!”
I felt pressure against my anus; it closed tighter. I felt the pressure increase; its resistance began to fail. I felt the pressure increase suddenly and sharply…
If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget the moment the head of Adam’s cock passed through my anus and entered my rectum; the first time in my entire life that a man’s cock had penetrated my most private passage.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!”
It felt simply huge, massive, filling me impossibly from the very first second it burst through my sphincter.
My instinctive reaction was to jerk my hips away to try and free myself, but Adam was expecting this and simply moved with me. Wherever my hips moved, his moved too, holding his cock firmly inside me.
Unable to free myself by escaping, my body tried to expel the invader in other ways. The urge to move my bowels was almost overwhelming but Adam had clearly expected this too and began sawing himself back and forth through my stretched anus, reaching deeper inside me with every little thrust until I felt so full I was sure I would burst.
“OoooowwwWWWW!” I wailed.
“Oh my God!” Pete’s voice from somewhere to my left sounded awestruck.
I stared blindly at the bedroom wall, stunned. A man’s cock was really, inside my rectum. I was having my first ever anal sex.
And it hurt like Hell!
“Try to relax,” a female voice close by murmured reassuringly. “It will feel strange if it’s your first time but trust me; if you can get through the first few minutes it just gets better and better.”
My head was spinning as I tried desperately to relax my sphincter and ease the discomfort. Adam’s thrusts were small and slow, but my raw, tightly-stretched anus felt every tiny movement of the shaft that penetrated me.
“It’s okay,” he whispered into my ear from behind. “You’ve done really well. The worst is over; just try and relax. You’re going to love it.”
“But it’s so big,” I moaned.
“So, we’ll take it very slooowlyyyyy!”
I felt him stop, still buried in my body, filling me completely in an extraordinary new way.
There was the popping sound of something being opened behind me. The next thing I knew, something cool and slimy had been squirted onto my anus. The shaft within me slid slowly in and out; the burning sensation in my bottom eased a little.
He squirted a little more cool goo… and suddenly Adam’s cock was moving much more freely in and out of my rectum; the pain quickly becoming less intense. Though still present, the urge to move my bowels was decreasing rapidly too and I suddenly became aware of an entirely new and truly incredible sensation emanating from the entrance to my rectum and building very quickly indeed.
“Oh my GODDDDD!”
The high-pitched squeal that escaped my lips was quickly choked off by the extraordinary wave of pleasure that gripped my entire body. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
“See? I knew you’d love it,” Adam said encouragingly.
My legs straightened by themselves and my body flexed but Adam held himself deep inside me, his hips following mine as I rolled onto my front, my legs parted helplessly by his knees.
“Ooooowww!”
I wailed into the bedclothes as I lay face down and Adam began to bugger me properly. The angle was awkward, but the sensations were almost beyond description as his thick shaft was dragged across my over-sensitised ring and plunged into the depths of my bowels over and over again.
I shook bodily as the waves of pleasure grew in intensity.
“That feels so fucking good Alice,” he hissed, his mouth inches behind my head.
“You’re so big! I’m so full!” I protested weakly.
“That’s because you’ve got my whole cock in your ass! All of it!”
“Oh God!”
“Relax. It will start to feel good soon!”
It was already feeling good.
“Can you feel yourself getting looser?” he whispered into my ear a dozen strokes later.
“Y… Yes…” I gasped.
It was true, and the looser I felt the better it felt too.
“I can feel it too,” Adam growled. “Let’s try this…”
His arm slipped under my belly and lifted me a little from the bed, his cock still inside me.
“John! The pillows!”
I felt Pete moving closer; two pillows from the bed were shoved underneath my hips then Adam lowered me back down.
For a moment I lay there impaled by Adam’s cock, my bottom obscenely raised, my face pressed into the rumpled sheet. But my lover had no plans to let my arousal subside; instead he began to fuck me again, this time with a slow but increasing pace, thrusting in and out of my neatly-presented rectum in long, smooth strokes.
My body fought back weakly, my sphincter still trying to close, my bowels still trying to expel the invader but after a dozen more of Adam’s strong, confident thrusts I felt the unexpected and entirely new sensation of my body simply giving up the fight.
Defeated by the assault, my sphincter yielded completely, surrendering, opening completely, offering no resistance at all to the shaft that penetrated it.
The moment of complete compliance was extraordinary; far from feeling weak and vulnerable, a strange, almost liberating feeling of relief and freedom came over me along with a totally compliant acceptance of whatever pleasures would now take place.
My final virginity well and truly gone, I had nothing left to conceal; nothing left to defend. I could let myself go in a way I had never been able to before. With no resistance left in my anus, the remaining pain faded too and was quickly replaced with a new and entirely unexpected kind of pleasure as the nerve endings in my rectum were stimulated to an astonishing degree.
Sensing the change, Adam began to fuck me harder and faster, feeling no resistance at all to his increasingly powerful thrusts.
“That’s really good,” he grunted. “Is it good for you yet?”
It was, but I was already beyond reply, my body twisting and flexing as if adjusting to this wonderful new sensation on its own, seeking first the most comfortable, then the most pleasurable position.
Adam’s thrusting grew faster and more forceful still; I could hear the sound of his lower belly slapping against my bony buttocks with each deeply penetrating stroke.
‘Slup! Slup! Slup! Slup!’
The sounds of my anus being fucked were quite different from my cunt; cruder, earthier, more feral.
“Ohhh Goddd! I moaned into the mattress.
‘Slup! Slup! Slup! Slup!’
“Jeesussss!”
My eyes were tightly closed now, my face pressed into the bedclothes, my bottom raised high; completely exposed to whatever Adam wanted to do with me.
‘Slup! Slup! Slup! Slup!’
“You’re fucking amazing Alice!” he gasped without pausing in his rhythm.
Completely unable to speak, all I could do was nod my head. It felt good; it felt very good. It felt like nothing I had felt in my life before.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup’
The pace grew faster and the wave of pleasure began to rise over me.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup’
The wave reached its crest and began to break.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup’
“OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!”
Rather than crash down upon me as my previous climaxes, the first anal orgasm of my life seemed to begin deep within my bowels. Building much more slowly than vaginal or clitoral climaxes, it grew until it had reached a powerful intensity deep inside me then it simply surged outwards, overtaking all other sensations, robbing me in turn of the power of speech, of breath and finally of all voluntary movement as it took control of my entire existence.
“OhhhhhhmyyyyGooodddd!”
My ecstatic wailing stopped, choked off by the sheer intensity of my climax, rendering me silent though my eyes and mouth gaped wide and my body shook uncontrollably.
“Christ Penny!”
I heard Pete exclaim from somewhere close by, not noticing that in his own excitement he had once again used my real name. As if spurred on by this, Adam seemed to redouble his efforts and began the short, rapid strokes that would have brought any other man I had ever slept with very quickly to climax.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup…’
“AaahhhhhhooooowwwwwWWWWW!” I wailed as the climax grew even more intense.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup…’
The sensations were like nothing on earth; my whole body convulsing beneath Adam.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup…’
“Jeeeeesssuuuussss heeelllpppp mmmeee!!”
I had no idea what I was saying or doing, my body throbbing and pulsing as another unfamiliar wave of this new kind of orgasm hit me.
“You want him to cum in her ass?” I heard Eve ask from behind my back. “Or across her face?”
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup.’
“What do you want Penn?” Pete asked, again using my real name.
But I was too far gone to reply.
‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup.’
“Better decide soon;” Adam gasped anxiously. “I can’t hold out much longer!”
“Shit! Um…”
“Nearly there!” Adam warned.
“Fuck! In her face! Cum in her face!” my husband finally gasped.
Adam immediately pulled his cock out of my rectum leaving me feeling dazed, confused and very empty indeed. He jumped off my prone body and stood alongside the bed.
“On your knees Alice,” he commanded.
Dazed, and exhausted, I nonetheless did what I was told, slipped off the mattress and knelt trembling and unsteadily on the floor in front of my lover, my knees wide apart, my hands on my thighs to steady myself.
Adam pulled off the condom quickly and efficiently then began to pump his shaft rapidly. There was the slapping sound of his hand on his cock, a series of animal grunts and a flexing of his body.
“Open your mouth. Quickly!”
I looked across at my husband who was watching intently as Eve filmed in extreme close-up. The movement was enough to make Adam miss his mark. The first rope of semen splashed against my left cheek, the second hit me in the eye, shocking me into opening my mouth.
The third rope went straight between my waiting lips.
The rest of Adam’s ejaculation went God knows where. A great deal went into my mouth, the rest I have no idea. It was a very large ejaculation even by Will’s standards and seemed to go on a long time but like all good things, eventually it came to an end and finally the room went still.
“Oh my fucking God!” I heard my husband gasp.
I remained there on my knees, stunned, my right eye sticky and my mouth full of the slightly sour taste of Adam’s thick, sperm-laden semen.
“Open your mouth Alice,” Eve hissed. “Let your husband see inside.”
Pete was standing over me, a look of awe on his face. Stunned, I did what I had been told and opened my lips wide, revealing the pool of semen on my tongue.
“Shit! You really did it!” Pete gasped again.
“Yes John,” Eve grinned triumphantly. “She really did it.”
She turned her attention to me.
“Now swallow it, Alice!”
Eve’s voice was hard and commanding. I looked towards her but could see nothing but the camera.
“Come on, swallow my husband’s cum, Slut!”
I looked at my husband but there was to be no help from that direction. I had no choice but to do what I had been told and swallow my lover’s cum.
The wad of sticky goo caught in my throat on the first attempt making me gag, but when I tried a second time, the entire mess slipped down my throat with surprising ease.
“Show us your empty mouth,” Eve ordered.
I opened my mouth, the incoming air sharpening the souring taste.
“Was that what you wanted John? You’re a real cuckold now!”
Eve’s voice was still hard and cruel as she asked my husband the most important question of the evening.
Incapable of speech, Pete simply stared at me, stunned.
Taking the lead, Adam bent down and took my hands in his. He helped me to my feet then took me in his arms, hugging and kissing me tenderly. Then, with a sensitivity that in other circumstances might well have caused me to fall deeply in love, the deliverer of what to this day remains the best sex of my entire life helped me onto the bed.
Climbing alongside me, he began to stroke my poor, abused and exhausted body from my head, my semen-covered face, my shoulders then across my back and down my spine.
I was beyond response, simply spent; my energy completely drained. I had been fucked almost literally into unconsciousness and had loved every dazzling moment of it.
“You’ll be okay,” Adam murmured in my ear. “You’ve been amazing.”
I mumbled something incoherent.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he whispered, kissing me again.
I shook my head.
“It… it was wonderful!”
“I think you’d better rest,” he said with real caring in his voice. “You must be exhausted.”
Holding me close in his arms, Adam kissed me on the lips and forehead laying me on my side and cuddling behind me like two spoons.
I could feel his strong arms around me, his warm chest against my back, the top of his thighs against the underside of mine and his warm breath on the back of my neck as he showered both it and my shoulders with tiny kisses.
“Shh!” he hissed as my body literally shook with after-shocks. “It’s all right. It’s all right.”
Both disappointed and relieved that it was all over, the emotion began to spill out of me along with silent tears that rolled down both my cheeks. The salty flow gathered momentum as my sobbing body rocked in Adam’s arms and I murmured incoherently over and over again:
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”
Whether these words were addressed to Pete or Adam I can’t be completely sure. I suspect it was the latter but that road can remain untrodden for now. All I know is that at that moment, I was no longer Penny Barker. I was whoever and whatever that man wanted me to be.
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”
I said it because I meant it. At that moment I was so far gone I would have one anything at all for Adam. If I wasn’t already pregnant I would have happily borne his child there and then.
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”
Memories become even vaguer after this.
I remember Pete and Eve talking and having a drink together as I lay in her husband’s arms; I remember the atmosphere being strangely relaxed and positive. I remember hearing very flattering things being said about me by both Adam and Eve.
I remember being left alone on the bed and the rustling of clothes as our two paid guests got dressed.
I remember a goodbye kiss from each of them; a peck from his wife, a long slow embrace from my lover.
As she bent over me, I remember Eve whispering.
“It will hurt tomorrow but not for long. The more you do it, the better it gets! Trust me! Good luck!”
Then Pete and I were alone in the room, Pete as excited as a child on Christmas morning; me a quivering wreck fit only for sleep. But even then I knew I had an important duty still to perform if the night was to be the complete success it must be.
I remember rolling onto my back and shuffling up the bed until my head was on the pillows. Then I spread my trembling legs and reached out towards my husband inviting him into the ‘scene of the crime’.
Pete pulled off his shorts, freeing his erection and clambered onto the mattress between my knees. He lowered his head until his face was only inches away from my battered vulva and stared, breathless and excited at the damage before him. I felt his fingertips gently touching my sore places.
“Jesus Penn, you’re actually gaping!” he gasped under his breath.
“Hmm?” I asked, my head still spinning.
“Your cunt and your anus; they’re both red and wide open.”
Even in my dazed state I winced at his use of the ‘c’ word, though having watched me perform as I had, it seemed an appropriate description. I had made no attempt to retain any form of dignity and had been led entirely by lust.
I remember him taking extreme close-up photos of my battered genitalia, the new camera clicking and whirring over and over again. Despite my misgivings and our daughter’s misadventures, I was too far gone to protest.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered,
“Okay,” I whispered helplessly. “Be gentle please…”
I remember Pete mounting me determinedly and penetrating me deeply on his return to bed, my loose, over-used vagina putting up no resistance at all. I remember how good it felt to have the man I loved inside me, but I was too sore and far too tired to take any active part in the proceedings.
I simply let Pete have his way with me any way he wanted.
Having had his fill of my vagina, I remember Pete rolling me onto my front, spreading my legs and, after a pause and a clumsy clashing of bodies, I felt the strange, unfamiliar sensation of his long, slender cock entering my gaping rectum for the first time in our twenty-five-year-plus relationship.
“This feels unbelievable!”
Pete’s words were nothing but a hoarse whisper as he sank his full length into my bowels and held himself there. I remember how incredible it felt to have my husband’s slim cock so deep into my back passage and the way his hairy base rasped through my sensitised anus.
Then he began to fuck me again. I remember how strangely right it felt to have that long, slender shaft thrust over and over into my rectum and the truly extraordinary amount of pleasure it brought me even in my exhausted state, bringing me close to but to my relief, not quite reaching yet another anal orgasm.
I remember Pete quickly reaching his own climax and, for the first time in my life, I felt the extraordinary, unique sensation of a man’s semen being pumped into my unprotected bowels instead of my vagina.
I remember cuddling up to him afterwards in the dark, feeling his arms wrapped tightly around me as I thanked him over and over again; telling him how amazing a man and a husband he was and how much I loved him.
My voice sounded drunk, even to me.
I remember Pete saying how proud of me he was. I remember him bringing me a long cold drink. I remember sipping at it for a moment before rolling back onto the pillow, exhausted.
I don’t remember falling asleep naked on the bed but I did.
The incredible evening was finally over.
Chapter 29
It was nearly ten o’clock when I woke with a start the following morning. I sat up in a panic then immediately regretted it; my head was spinning, my mouth was dry as a bone, every joint in my body seemed to have frozen solid in the night and my bottom and vulva were raw.
“What’s the time? What’s the time?”
Pete was lying alongside me on top of the duvet. He was already awake and seemed to have been so for some time if the laptop and camera on the coffee table were anything to go by. I could hear the room’s tiny kettle struggling to boil close by.
“Relax,” he smiled at me. “We’re here two nights. Take your time, my little Hot Wife.”
I fell back onto the pillow and took a lot of deep breaths as my memory began to return, the extraordinary images rushing in on me in a tsunami of astonishment and disbelief.
Had I really done all that? Said all that? Enjoyed all that? Had I really been that woman?
“Want some tea?” Pete asked casually.
“Please,” the one-word reply was all I could manage.
He jumped to his feet and a few minutes later brought a steaming cup to the bedside. I sat up again and sipped the hot liquid tentatively as my husband’s eyes bored into me, a look somewhere between awe and admiration on his handsome face.
“Don’t stare at me, Pete,” I frowned.
“Sorry Penn,” he smiled, embarrassed. “It’s just that I can’t believe…”
He let the words fade.
“How do you feel this morning?” he eventually asked.
“Tired and achy,” I replied.
“I’m not surprised.”
I blushed ridiculously.
“How do you feel?” I asked. “It was supposed to be your fantasy coming true as much as mine. Was it all you wanted it to be?”
There was a long pause while my husband thought what to say.
“It was amazing; better than I dreamed it could be,” he replied, his wide eyes wide with excitement. “You were astonishing; out of this world. Penny Barker, you are incredible. I love you so much!”
The look on his face told me this was nothing but the truth.
“But,” he continued. “It’s got to be right for both of us, hasn’t it? It looked as if you were enjoying it all but…”
He let the last word hang in the air again. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before replying, watching the hopeful, almost puppy-dog expression on my husband’s face. The evening had indeed ben incredible; I had enjoyed sex more powerful and overwhelming than I had imaged possible. My watching husband had been wonderful too so why was there such a feeling of uncertainty at the back of my mind?
“Pete… “ I paused. The puppy-dog face grew more anxious. “Pete, it was incredible for me too,” I finally told him to his obvious relief. “The way he made me feel was out of this world.”
“I’m so pleased,” he said, his expression changing to one of relief. “I thought it was but I needed to know for sure.
“But…” I added unable to leave my worries unexpressed.
“But what, Penn?”
I paused. The words on my lips were corny in the extreme but I needed to know the answer.
“Are… are you sure you still respect me? After all you saw me say and do?”
It was an unfair question but I was still feeling dazed and, at that moment, very exposed and vulnerable. I needed to hear words of reassurance. Bless him, Pete was very quick to oblige.
“Of course I do; I’m crazy about you! Even more than before if that’s possible!”
“You really mean it?” I asked anxiously.
“I mean it so much I’d book them again today if you wanted.”
I laughed, relief taking away some of the unease.
“Better let me recover a bit first!” I blushed.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“I ache like hell. If this is going to happen again I’ll need to get into yoga first.”
“I meant…” he began.
“I know what you meant, Pete,” I said a little more seriously. My first full anal sex had been a surprise to both of us. “The answer is yes it did hurt and it still does hurt.”
He looked crestfallen before I added with an embarrassed smile.
“But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again!”
The smile that crossed my husband’s face was truly extraordinary.
***
Although he would have loved to fill what was left of the morning in bed, Pete could tell I was still suffering the effects of the previous evening so made only a perfunctory attempt at seduction which I easily resisted.
Instead he showered while I slowly bathed alongside him, letting the hot water soothe my aching limbs. I winced sharply as my mistreated and semen-encrusted bottom touched the hot soapy water but the pain did remind me how incredible my first anal sex had truly been. Without that pain I might now have believed it had acutally happened.
Afterwards I dried myself on a large, white, fluffy towel then stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, surveying the damage my night of passion had wrought on my body.
It wasn’t a pretty sight. I look like what I was; a middle-aged woman who hadn’t had anything like enough sleep. There were bags under my eyes, wrinkles on my neck and my face and chest were still flushed.
“Jesus Penn! He really did mark you!”
Pete’s voice was hushed. I examined myself closer. The hickeys on my neck and left breast had ripened in the night and were now large, purple-brown in colour and roughly two inches across. Seen full-on, no-one could fail to guess what they were. They could probably be hidden by careful choice of clothing but I guessed I would carry Adam’s mark for the best part of a week.
I sat at the dressing table, dried my hair and applied a new coat of war paint, paying special attention to the tell-tale darkness below my tired eyes. Pete watched me closely throughout as if I was a strange new phenomenon to be studied. It was disconcerting.
Afterwards we dressed slowly, my body stiffening, my belly feeling even larger than it had the day before. At Pete’s insistence I dressed much more sexily than I would normally have done in a short dress with a neckline that came very close to revealing the hickey on my chest, a fact that seemed to give my husband a remarkably powerful thrill throughout the day. I draped a silk scarf around my neck to cover the other stamp of shame.
By the time we had dragged ourselves downstairs, the hotel’s restaurant was closed so we walked into the city, hand in hand and enjoyed a delicious, rather late breakfast together in a cafe a short walk away. Pete positively glowed with happiness and pride throughout.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of emotional turmoil which I did my best to hide from my husband, for whom my love and gratitude was genuine and enormous. Several times during Saturday and Sunday I told him how great he was being and how much I loved him.
This pleased Pete a lot especially as he could see I really meant it.
For the whole two days, he treated me like a Princess. Nothing was too much trouble and he was very obviously proud to be seen with me as we took in a few of the city’s sights and visited its more significant shops.
I felt very stiff as we negotiated the crowded pavements. My bottom remained sore too; I was definitely walking a little strangely but there was no-one we knew to see us.
For almost the whole of Saturday I was elated to the point of euphoria, my mind filled with memories of all that had happened and how incredible it had all felt. We went clothes shopping and bought me three new outfits, far more sexy than I would have chosen before but they somehow seemed to suit the ‘new me’.
The contrast between these normal activities and the previous night was surreal.
In the evening I changed back into my cocktail dress and we ate dinner in a celebrity chef’s restaurant. Pete made oblique allusions to the previous night throughout the evening which made me blush frequently. Each time it happened, I looked around the crowded room wondering what the other diners might think of us; the nice-but-dull upper-middle-class married couple out for a pleasant but routine evening together.
None of them would ever have guessed what we had been doing less than twenty-four hours earlier!
As we waked back to the hotel after dinner, Pete persuaded me to take off my scarf so that anyone who passed could see the hickey on my neck.
I reluctantly agreed. It was surprisingly thrilling to feel so exposed but I was relieved only a handful of couples had passed us en-route and most of those had been too wrapped up in each other to notice the clear evidence of infidelity.
That night we made love passionately. At least Pete was passionate; what with my soreness and the constant stream of physical and emotional memories of the previous night, I had to use all my acting skills to put in a convincing performance.
Afterwards, as I lay in the darkness next to my sleeping husband, I wondered uneasily whether normal sex could ever satisfy me again.
***
We visited a gallery on Sunday afternoon and had one last cup of coffee before carrying our purchases back to the car and commencing our journey home across the moors. Pete drove; I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Within fifteen minutes I had fallen fast asleep in the front seat and didn’t wake up until the lights of our city shone through the windscreen into my eyes.
It felt strange coming back to normality after all that had happened. The house looked the same; it was the couple entering that had changed.
Later, when Pete was upstairs in the bedroom, I nervously looked at some of the pictures he and Eve had taken during the session on the camera’s screen. They were, to say the least, shocking, not least because of how old my lined face and skinny body looked compared with Adam’s fit, trained physique.
The sound of my own voice in helpless ecstatic wailing made me wince.
Pete’s camera skills left much to be desired but Eve’s were surprisingly good. In most shots, there was no mistaking the identity of the woman on screen, her eyes and mouth open wide while a younger man’s erect cock was being thrust into her vagina and bottom.
Needless to say, these pictures and videos will not be shared with anyone, ever!
I put the camera down quickly as I heard Pete’s footsteps on the stairs and pretended to watch the end of the news on the bedroom’s television. When he joined me, he began to flick through the photos himself. I could see the swelling growing in his trousers.
“Happy with them?” I asked, nodding to the camera.
“They’re okay,” he replied, a little disappointed. “To be honest Penn, the photos don’t really matter. It was the most erotic time I have spent in my entire life. Okay, I didn’t get my creampie this time but you can’t have everything.”
It was the most erotic time I had ever spent too. With the hotel suite, it had been expensive but as Pete said, with our two incomes, we could afford it now and then.
To my surprise, I realised that I wanted that to happen!
Though still sore and in shock, there was no mistaking the message both my body and mind were sending; Penny Barker had enjoyed being fucked in front of her husband and – given time to recover – was in no way averse to it happening again.
The gamble had actually worked! Though I had declared my love for Adam over and over again, it had been post-orgasmic euphoria rather than the genuine love I had felt for my first adulterous lover, Tony. It hadn’t been real and was no threat to my marriage.
What was most important was that Pete had both seen it and enjoyed it too.
The clinical detachment of having sex with strangers – experienced, professional escorts – really had made it easier to relax and really enjoy the sheer physical pleasure without any risk of emotional consequences.
My husband and I had shared something new and special and our love had survived intact.
We were about to go to sleep in our own bed in our own house on Sunday evening when Pete took a small box from the top drawer of the bedside table and gave it to me. I opened it; inside was a fiery yellow glass charm.
“A hot colour for a Hot Wife,” he smiled. “Where’s your bracelet.”
With a smile, I passed him the Pandora bracelet that had been almost all I had worn throughout my most recent and most intense fucking. Pete unclipped it and threaded the charm into place alongside the others.
“There! Still plenty of room for more,” he said, his eyebrows raised.
I put it on my wrist immediately, held it to the light and watched the coloured glass glowing in the low bedroom light.
“I’ll wear it all night,” I told him, kissing my amazing husband discreetly on the lips.
Pete turned out the light. For a moment I lay awake in the darkness.
If ever had I doubted the benefits of becoming a Hot Wife at my age, those doubts had been blown away and with a vengeance. As I wrote later to one of my online friends, my hands shaking as I typed, nothing in my life had prepared me for the all-consuming, mind altering experience my husband and I had shared.
My stomach churned with self-doubt as I remembered how my husband had actually seen me take another man’s cock in my mouth and suck it, how he had watched that same cock repeatedly penetrate my over-sized vagina bringing me to multiple orgasms.
He had even looked on astonished as for the first time in my life a man’s erect penis had successfully penetrated my anus and plunged full length into my rectum.
Pete had heard me wail, howl and scream; he had watched me reach orgasm countless times at the stranger’s hands; had listened while I begged that man to fill me with his sperm and make a baby in me despite having another man’s baby already growing in my womb.
Under Adam’s expert attentions I had become a wild, almost feral creature driven only by lust and the need to procreate. All I had wanted was for that man to mate with me and impregnate me.
The sensible married mother of two and career scientist had disappeared under a wave of pure primal imperative.
I even remember trying to pull the condom off so he could cum inside me unprotected. I really had been that abandoned; that lost in lust! Pete thinks it was all just an act to turn him on but in the cold light of day I’m not sure it was.
Despite the discomfort that still racked my body, all I could think about was what on earth had happened and when we could do it again?
***
At work the next day, I was all over the place emotionally, my mind lurching from euphoria to self-doubt and back via a heavy dose of disbelief. More than once I went to the Ladies’ Room to look at my hickeys and make sure they were still adequately hidden.
That night I lay awake trying to understand the ‘new me’ but it wasn’t easy for a girl as inexperienced as I was.
Thankfully, throughout it all, Pete remained on a massive high, ‘spoiling me rotten’ as my Grandmother would have said and showering me with selfless adoration.
It took a full three days for my emotions to stabilise and for me to put the evening into context. To be brutally honest, it also took three days before I had recovered enough to go to the toilet properly; post-anal constipation hadn’t helped my mood at all.
But eventually as the hickeys faded so did the doubt. By the following Friday there was no denying the incredible pleasure I had experienced that night. There was equally no denying that, after a period to recover, I wanted to experience it again.
There was also the niggling concern that I would find my life with Pete a little tame after that night. He was a warm and caring lover but not even Darren and Will were in the same class of expertise or ability as Adam.
Was I spoilt now as far a ‘normal’ sex was concerned?
There were so many questions and so few answers.
Prior to Manchester I had been just a foolish, unfaithful wife with an accidental ‘bun in the oven’ and whose cuckolded husband was prepared to let things carry on.
Had I now become something different?
Or had something that had always been buried deep within me now been released? Whichever it was, I was not the same woman I had been before.
And what about my marriage? How could a comprehensive fucking by a stranger make me feel even more in love with my husband? I unquestionably did!
Most bafflingly, how could feeling more in love with my husband make me desperately want to cuckold him again and again and with new and exciting men? I unquestionably wanted that too!
Perhaps it was better not to ask these questions and just accept reality. Our marriage was still strong, probably even stronger. We might soon have another child.
I had never felt so alive, so sexy and so much a woman in my whole life. Pete and I had discovered things about ourselves that we had hitherto only suspected. We had the rest of our lives to enjoy those things and had discovered just how to do so in safety.
Now there was only the small matter of an unplanned, illegitimate pregnancy to deal with. Within a few weeks my swollen belly would be impossible to hide and the rumours would spread like wildfire.
We could prevaricate no longer; it was time to come out of the closet and let the world know that at the age of fifty-two, Doctor Penny Barker PhD was going to have her fourth child.
If we were lucky, only one other person would ever know that the baby’s father was not her husband.
Whether we were going to be lucky remained to be seen!
