I paced nervously as I waited for my husband to get home from his errands. He promised me a big surprise this year to celebrate the third anniversary of our reigniting the passion in our love life. I recalled that night three years ago, the dinner at my favourite restaurant, the night in the nice downtown hotel and the conversations we had which led to him removing my ‘down there hair’ as he called it.
I remembered how sweet he was as he nervously asked me those questions about reintroducing toys to our lovemaking and letting him watch as I used them. The relief he showed was obvious as his body and face relaxed with each of my answers.
He was not the only one who was relieved that he wanted to discuss our sex life. I had been sitting on a secret that was eating at my heart and this gave me the perfect opportunity to reveal that, although I hadn’t cheated on him with my body, I certainly had with my heart and my mind. My heart almost stopped when I told him how I’d met a woman and almost went to bed with her. Only my promises to him had stopped me, but that encounter had ignited the flame inside me, and I was eager to know if I was indeed bisexual.
His response was better than I ever dreamed! He listened patiently as I told him about Rose, teasing my clit with his fingertip as I related the encounter. When he agreed for me to meet with my prospective lover, I almost smothered him with kisses and the love we’d made afterward was the best since our honeymoon! That night was the beginning of my sexual reawakening and now he was promising to expand my horizons further.
I had an idea of what it was he had in mind. We’d gone out on New Year’s Eve and I’d spotted the most handsome man I’d ever seen. He was tall and fit, less than half my age by my guess and his slacks couldn’t hide the prominent bulge at the front. I stared unashamedly as I watched him move around the room, dancing with a woman I assumed was his wife. The movement of his manhood under his slacks hinted that he might have a rather larger-than-average appendage to satisfy any woman who was so inclined. I’d told my husband about what I’d seen as we made love that night and again on several occasions since as I fantasized aloud while he drilled my pussy with the long thick toy he’d bought for me early in the new year.
After what seemed an eternity, he arrived home and I greeted him at the door with a long, deep kiss. “Hi, I’ve been waiting for you!” she breathed.
“I told you what time I’d be home!” he protested. “And I’m a bit early!”
“I know, Dear, but you were so cryptic this morning that I’ve been jumpy all day!”
“Well, your patience will soon be rewarded!” he said. He kissed me and excused himself. He came back into the room a few minutes later and hugged me, “Your bath is almost ready and “I’ve laid out some clothes on the bed for you. If you don’t want to wear them it’s okay, you can wear what you like. Whatever you choose, dress to impress!”
“Why?” I asked.
He kissed her softly, “Just trust me! Surely, after everything we’ve done for the past three years, you have learned to trust me!”
“Of course, I trust you!” I replied. I kissed him and went to our ensuite washroom to find that he had laid out everything he thought I’d need to get ready. I looked at the razor and cream and chuckled, “Not gonna need that!” I mumbled as I reached down to feel my freshly waxed pussy. That was my Valentine’s Day gift to him! Beside the shaving gear, I saw the kit I used to get ready for our usual Saturday night butt sex. “So that’s what he has planned! Nice!” I mumbled as I got undressed and climbed into the tub.
I did what I had to do, using the toys he had set out to check that I was all clean inside and out, slipped the butt plug he’d given to me for my birthday into my ass, and got out of the tub. I dried off and went into the bedroom to find a new set of lacy lingerie. I rolled the sheer white stockings up my legs, wrapped the garter belt around my waist and fastened the clips. Then I took the bra, which looked to be at least one cup size too small, and put it on, fastening the clasp between the cups. I adjusted my breasts inside the cups and looked around for the panties. I smiled to myself as I realized that my darling husband hadn’t bought any. He always wanted me to go commando some night when we went out, and it looked like tonight he’d get his wish!
I slipped the dress he’d picked out up over my hips and adjusted it to fit over my shoulders. It fit closely but not tightly, accenting my curves while still providing a little mystery as to what lay underneath. I adjusted the front so my breasts nestled into the fabric just so and looked in the mirror. “Rose would love this dress!” I said to myself.
I put on the pearl necklace and earrings he’d given me for our first Valentine’s Day together and did my makeup and lip stain, not garish but enough to accent the parts I wanted to highlight and hide the parts I wanted to hide. I did a final check and then went downstairs to see if my husband was ready.
He saw me and smiled. “After twenty-five years together, I still am amazed at how beautiful you are!” he said quietly. I turned and lifted my hair so he could zip me up and then dangled my heels from one finger before putting my foot up on the footstool. He bent down and slipped them on my feet, carefully fastening the clasp. He looked up at me and smiled again. I reached for his hand and he stood up, kissing me softly and carefully, making sure not to mess up my lip stain. “Shall we?” he asked.
He helped me with my coat and opened the door to reveal a white limousine idling at the curb. A tall, young, dark-skinned man in a tuxedo was holding the door open for us so I climbed inside, thanking him as I passed. My husband got in and the driver closed the door behind him, got in, and pulled slowly away from the curb.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Remember that night three years ago?” he asked in return. I nodded. “I thought we might recreate that night with a little twist!”
“We’re a little overdressed for the pub, aren’t we?”
“We’re not going to the pub,” he said. “We’re going someplace much nicer!”
You don’t mean?” I asked. He smiled and nodded. I had been asking him to take me to this restaurant ever since I first heard about it from a girlfriend and got excited that we’d finally get to eat there.
We held hands, and I tried to pry more information out of him about what he had planned, but he was being very coy, saying only that I would thoroughly enjoy what he had in store. We arrived at the restaurant and, it being a rather cold and blustery night, he ushered me quickly inside.
Dinner was magnificent and the wine the waiter had suggested paired perfectly with our meal. We declined dessert and he asked me if I’d like to go dancing before we retired for the evening. I suggested we get right to the other, more erotic part, but he said my surprise wasn’t quite ready so I agreed to go to a nearby place that played jazz and had an exotic selection of cocktails.
We settled in and he asked me to dance. While we swayed, I persisted in trying to pry information from him. All he would say was that he had finally found a way to thank me for everything I had done for him over the years.
“You don’t need to thank me!” I protested. “I have loved our life together, every minute!”
“Yes, Sweetheart, I do!” he said.
As we swayed, I felt his phone buzz in his pocket. “Your surprise is ready!” he said.
“Then let’s go!” I suggested.
The limo pulled up in front of the same hotel where we’d stayed three years previously. As he escorted me through the lobby, I could feel many eyes following me, male and female. I knew I looked as good as I ever had, and after my whole life thinking that I looked very ordinary, the experiences of the past three years helped me to learn that I was anything but. I was gorgeous and hot, and I wanted the world to know it!
My husband led me to the elevator, and as it ascended, he kissed me softly. “I love you so much, Gerald!” I said as we kissed again.
“I love you more, Anne!” he replied.
He held my hand as he walked me to the room, the same one where we started our new life, the same room where I had my first encounter with my girlfriend, Rose. The memories of those times flooded back to me and I got wet at the recollection of her licking my pussy and of me licking hers.
“Champagne?” he asked, holding out a crystal flute. I took it and we toasted. “To the thrill of adventure!”
“What adventure?” I asked. He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him.
“Do you remember the night here three years ago, when I asked you all those questions?”
“Of course, I remember! I’ll never forget that night!” I said.
“It was pretty special,” he said. “And then the nights you spent with Rose and then with both of us, those nights were very special as well, weren’t they?”
“They were amazing!” I said. “All the new experiences and new feelings were almost overwhelming!” I kissed him, “Why do you ask?”
He took a deep breath. “On New Year’s Eve, when you saw that tall, dark-skinned man, do you remember how you felt?”
“I do! He made me feel all warm inside!” I admitted. “I told you that! We fantasized about that!”
“We did,” he said. “And tonight, if you want to, I’d like to make that fantasy come true for you!”
“Really?” I gasped. I had been dreaming about this, having a younger man with a long thick cock for me to suck and let slide into my pussy and fill me with his cum! “You don’t have to do that, you know! I am completely satisfied with what we have already!”
“On the contrary, my Dear,” he said. “I need to do this for you and for us. You want this, which means I want this for you. The only thing I ask is that when you are finished being with him, you come back to me with your body filled with his cum and your memories of how he made you feel!”
I could hardly believe what he was telling me! He was going to give me to another man for a night of uninhibited sex “Wouldn’t you like to stay with us? To watch us? Maybe join in?” I asked.
“I would, but I have an engagement of my own!” he said. You’ll see all about it tomorrow. Or the next day if you want to stay with him for longer!”
I leaned in and kissed him and then heard a tap on the door. He stood up and put on his coat and pulled me to my feet. “Good night, my Darling! Never forget that I love you with all my heart!”
“And I love you! I can’t believe this!”
“Believe it! he said. “One last thing. Don’t hold back! If it comes into your mind, do it! Enjoy this night to the fullest!”
“I will!” I said. He blew me a kiss and turned to leave. I heard the door open, and he addressed the person on the other side.
“Make her beg you to stop!”
The door closed and the strange man entered. “It’s you!” I gasped when I saw the man who had driven our limousine.
“Yes, Ma’am!” he smiled. He took off his tuxedo jacket and placed it on the back of the chair beside the desk. He came to me and took me in his arms, kissing me softly, “Your husband was right, you are a very beautiful woman!”
By this time, my heart was pounding in my chest. “More beautiful than the young ladies your own age?” I asked nervously.
“They’re just girls,” he said. “I prefer a real woman. One with experience and curves who knows how to please a man.”
“I don’t have that much experience! I protested.
“That’s not what your husband said,” he replied. “The way he tells it, you have this fantasy.” He undid his slacks and let them fall, exposing his rather larger-than-average appendage. “I can help you with that!”
I reached down and took it in my hand, and as soon as I touched it, I knew that I could no more stop myself than I could stop the sun from rising! I dropped to my knees and examined it closely, turning it with my fingers and watching it grow in length and girth. I looked up at him and winked before I opened my mouth and took him inside it.
I felt it grow to full hardness in my mouth. I tried to take him in deep but this was not my husband’s five and a half inches. This was at least nine inches of hard, thick, raging hard-on! I did my best but there was no way I was getting that monster in my throat. But no worries, my throat wasn’t really where I wanted it anyway.
“Come here, Baby!” he whispered as he urged me to my feet. “Let Andre have a go!” He led me to the bed and told me to lie down. As he lifted my dress, he smiled up at me, “Somebody came ready for action!”
“You have no idea!” I replied. I wasn’t going to tell him that I was the one who had no idea what action I might be ready for!
He moved between my thighs and inhaled deeply, letting out a low growl as he came forward. I was positively vibrating with the anticipation of having the only man other than my husband lick my clit. My excitement rivalled the first time I’d been with Rose nearly three years before.
I felt his warm breath on my smooth lips as his fingers parted my inner labia, exposing the soft, smooth, pink skin that they hid. I knew the exact colour because I’d seen it on the video my husband and my girlfriend had shot of her licking my pussy the last time we visited her. His tongue flicked forward and my hips jumped at the contact.
“Yes! That’s it!” I breathed. “Don’t ever stop!” He slid two fingers inside me as he suckled on me, massaging my G-Spot and bringing me close to orgasm very quickly. Despite his apparent youth, he demonstrated considerable expertise as he edged me, bringing me close and then letting me down before bringing me up again.
“Oh God! Please just let me cum!” I pleaded with him. He continued to tease me, occasionally pushing on the jewelled end of the toy in my bum, as if he could feel what I was feeling, bringing me up to just short of the pinnacle and then easing me back down.
I felt his kisses moving back up my body, stopping along the way any time I reacted to his feathery touch. He took in one nipple, sucking on it before nipping it lightly with his teeth. I squirmed and looked down at him to see him looking back at me, smiling. He did the same to the other one, making me moan loudly as I pulled his face into my chest. He relinquished his grip on it and moved up to kiss me.
“You know,” I breathed between kisses, “When you’re doing something to a lady’s body, and she shows you that she likes it, it’s very rude to stop!”
“I disagree. I think it’s always best to leave a lady wanting more!”
I grinned at him, and we kissed some more. “You are the only man other than my husband that I have kissed since he asked me to marry him!”
“I suspect that I will be the only man to do many things to you other than your husband!” he replied. He reached for a condom, but I shook my head, I wanted the full experience of fucking his cock!
Now, if you’ve read the first chapter of this story, you would know that I am no shrinking violet! I stand nearly six feet tall in bare feet, and my mature body is full and round and well-proportioned. That’s why I was surprised when he rolled me on top of him and forced his knee between my thighs. “Oh my!” I cried. I looked at him and whispered, “Be gentle!”
He smiled and our eyes locked as I swung my leg so I was straddling him and reached down to grasp his long hard cock. I guided it by feel to my opening and slid slowly down over him. As I matured, I lost my natural lubrication, but on this night, after the licking he’d given me, I was as wet as I had ever been!
I felt his broad head penetrate me, parting my inner labia and stretching me wider than any man had ever done. The flange of his glans rubbed over my G-Spot, making me swoon for a moment until I was able to look into his eyes again. I felt every ridge, ripple and vein as he entered me, not stopping until the end of it pressed against my cervix. A wiggle of my hips and he slipped in the extra inch or so, filling me to capacity.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” I breathed. I held myself onto him to enjoy the feeling of fullness he was giving me. My eyes bored into his and he smiled at me. “Fuck me!” I breathed. “Fuck my married pussy!”
We started moving and it took a few moments for us to find a rhythm. He slipped out of me once, and his cock pressed against my anus, almost pushing inside it. “Nope!” I cried as I reached down and grasped him to make sure he was correctly aligned for re-entry. I slid back onto him and moaned, “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” We started moving again, and soon, our bodies were slapping together. His strong arms pushed my shoulders up and his hands pressed into my tits. I rocked my hips and my arousal built until it felt like I was on fire. My clit rubbed against him as I fucked him and before long, I was ready.
“YES! FUCK! YES! YES!” I screamed as I came all over him. I felt the warm wet flood as my pussy gushed and soaked our union. Through it all, he pushed his hips upward over and over; you could say that he fucked my pussy up but good!
I collapsed on top of him, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. “Give me a minute!” I panted, thanking the fates that I’d kept up the workout routine I’d adopted shortly after my first tryst with Rose. She and my husband about wore me out that week, and I knew that if I was going to have that much more sex, I’d need to be in better shape!
As I recovered, I looked at him again and we kissed. “That was amazing!” I breathed.
“It’s not over yet, not if you don’t want it to be!” he replied.
I smiled at him and kissed him again before rolling off of him and getting onto my hands and knees. He moved behind me and entered me from behind, reviving that feeling of fullness that I was beginning to grow to love. This time, he took control, quickly finding the depth he needed to thrust before increasing his pace. Soon the loud slapping sounds resumed as his hips slammed into my ass cheeks once again.
I felt his hand leave my hip and then felt the sting as he slapped my ass. “OW FUCK!” I cried. I felt the heat radiating outward from the point of contact and realized that I liked it! “Again!” I whispered.
WHACK! The other cheek stung as he slapped it, harder than the first time! “FUCK!” I screamed. “AGAIN!” he continued until my ass was bright red and he raised welts in the spaces between where his fingers contacted me. Then he grabbed my hips roughly and started pounding into me harder. I relished the discomfort as his fingertips dug into me, gaining purchase for the last few strokes of his hardness into my willing and wanting cunt.
Then it happened. He regripped my hips and drove into me, holding himself there as he emptied his cum into me. The hot shot of his spunk triggered my next orgasm and I screamed again, drowning out his grunts and groans as his last few spasms twitched inside me.
He pulled out and kissed his way down my back, placing feather-soft kisses on my reddened cheeks and moving one hand between my thighs to tease my clit softly as I began to recover. I fell forward onto my chest and, for some reason, started crying. I was so full of emotion from these new and wonderful feelings I was having that my body couldn’t contain them anymore.
He moved beside me and rolled me into his body, holding me and letting me get it out of my system. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he whispered. “I thought that was what you wanted! Your husband told me to fuck you as hard as I could, that you had talked about it, and you wanted that!”
“You didn’t hurt me!” I said softly. “Well, maybe a little, but I loved it! I’ve never been spanked like that before and I fucking loved it!” I kissed him softly. “That was the best sex I have ever experienced, even better than my first time with a woman!”
“You like girls too?” he asked. “I wish your husband had told me, I could have brought my girlfriend along! She likes girls too!”
“I don’t like girls,” I told him. “I love women! I love being with them and tasting them and having them cum all over my face and body.” I sat up and told him the story of what happened three years ago and how the experiences I’d had since had awakened this sexual animal inside me.
“Your husband is a very lucky man!” he said.
“My husband is the finest man I know!” I said. “You might think that he is a weak man for letting me be with other people, but he is the strongest, most giving man I could imagine. It takes a man with a great amount of confidence in his manhood to let his wife do the things I do!”
“I never thought of it that way,” he said. “And does he have other lovers as well?”
I held up two fingers. “Two, my girlfriend Rose and his girlfriend Sam. Samantha. I guess she’s more like a friend with benefits than a girlfriend. We’ve been with both of them, alone and separately, and it has been the most amazing experience of my life!”
I didn’t know why I was telling all of this to a man I had just met. Sure, I’d sucked his cock, and he’d licked my pussy, and he’d fucked me every which way but loose, but I had been dying to tell someone, anyone, how these experiences made me feel, and he was right there when I was in the mood to talk about them.
“You are an incredible woman, Anne! You are beautiful and sexy and hot and erotic and uninhibited and fun! I am very glad that your husband introduced us tonight!” He kissed me softly.
“That sounded like a goodbye speech!” I said. “You’re not going to leave me here all alone, are you?”
“I’m not going anywhere, Precious!” he said with a wide smile. He kissed me again and I settled back in to cuddle with him.
“So, what’s your deal? Are you just a limo driver, or do you have a real job?”
“Is there something wrong with being a limo driver?” he asked.
“No, there’s not, I just wondered if there was more to you than being a driver and a sex machine!” I giggled.
“That’s my other job,” he said. I turned and looked at him. “I’m an escort. I provide ladies with company for a fee.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” I exclaimed. “Are you saying that my husband paid you to come here and fuck me?”
“‘Ride her hard and put her away wet’ was how he put it!” He smiled.
“Well, you’ve ridden me hard, that’s for sure!” I joked. I rolled on top of him, “Maybe now you can put me away wet!” He reached down and fondled my still-wet pussy. I reached down and guided his fingers inside me. “Not there!” I whispered. Then I moved them just that little bit lower until they touched my back door. “There!”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I have no trouble with a little pain, but that could really hurt you!”
“I’m sure,” I said. “I trust you!” He moved behind me and got into position.
I wish I could say that it didn’t hurt, but it did, more than I thought it would. That was not on him; he was as gentle as he could be, and he tried to stop several times until I reminded him that he was paid to do a job and I intended to get my husband’s money’s worth! In truth, I almost begged him to stop, but I was determined to do this, the only reason being I wanted to see the look on my husband’s face as I described it to him.
Once he was inside me, he stopped and waited for me to start moving. He let me control everything, obliging me when I reached for his hand and brought it around my hips to start tickling my clit. A half minute later, I came again, this time not in a squirt but a gentler gush as wave over wave of pleasure washed over me.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto my chest and he slipped out of me, neither of us concerned that he hadn’t filled my backside with his cum. He rolled down beside me and cuddled me, soothing me and kissing my cheek softly until I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was alone in the bed. I rolled over and groaned, my ass hurt inside and out, reminding me of the spanking and the very good fucking it had endured the night before. I turned to see Andre, sitting in a chair and holding his phone. He heard me and looked over with a smile. “Good morning, Beautiful!” he said softly.
“Good morning!” I replied. I rolled onto my stomach and groaned. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Only what you wanted me to do!” He said, his smile broadening.
“Yes, I did want it, didn’t I?” I beckoned him over to me and kissed him deeply. “And now, I want you to run me a bath on that big soaker tub, then take a shower with me, and then, I want you to fill my pussy with your sweet cum and take me home to my husband!”
“Yes, Ma’am!” he grinned. He disappeared for a few minutes and when he returned, he scooped me up and carried me to the bath.
“I’ve never had a man pick me up like that before!” I said. “I like it!” I kissed him and he set me into the warm water. “Wash my back, please!” He did as I asked him to and he gently washed my back, moving to wash my chest and abdomen before leaning down and kissing me. He left to start the shower, and then he got undressed before reaching out and taking my hand to help me out of the warm, soapy water.
I stepped out, and he led me across the room to the glass-walled shower. I returned the favour, washing his body before turning my attention to his growing erection. I marvelled at its length and girth, unbelieving that I had taken that monster inside my pussy and my ass. I found myself wishing that I could have swallowed him into my throat. Then I remembered something that my husband and I had seen in a video we watched one night. I looked up at him and smiled. “Let’s do this!” I whispered.
We got out and dried each other off, and I led him to the bed. I lay down on my back with my head hanging just over the edge. “Come here and feed me that magnificent cock!” I whispered, and he smiled, stroking it to make sure it was fully hard.
He moved into place, and I reached up and grasped it, guiding it to my lips. I licked the length of it and opened wide, inviting him to ease it into my mouth. Slowly it entered until I felt it at the entrance to my throat. I waved my hands for him to stop and he pulled it out. “I didn’t say stop!” I protested. “Just wait a moment!” I opened wide again and he slipped it back in, stopping when I raised my hand. I took a few deep breaths and craned my head back to open my throat to him. I dropped my hand and he slid it forward slowly until I felt the restriction of my throat. He eased it forward a little harder and it entered my throat and then I panicked. I waved my hands again and then pushed back on his hips and he stopped.
“Sorry, not gonna happen!” I said as my chest heaved. “Holy fuck, that was close!”
He laughed and helped me up. “It’s okay, Sweetie, you tried.
“Give me a minute!” I said, and I got up and went to the washroom to wash my face and rinse my mouth. I went back in and he was reclined on the bed, his cock still hard as he looked at his phone. “Who’s that?” I asked.
“My girlfriend,” he said. “I was just telling her I’ll be home soon. Unless you aren’t finished with me yet!”
“I’m almost finished with you!” I said as I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. “I just have one more thing I need you to do!”
Two hours later, he stopped the limo in front of my house. My first instinct was to grab him and kiss him as I exited the back seat, but I didn’t want my neighbours to see me kissing a young man who was not my husband. I just looked at him and smiled. “I had a great time!” I whispered.
“Me too!” he said. “Now go to your husband and give yourself to him. Let him reclaim you and tell him he’s the best husband in the world!”
“I will! Thank you, Andre!”
He took my hand and kissed my fingers. “My pleasure, Ma’am!” I turned and walked up the walkway and mounted the steps. I tried the door, but I found it locked, and I didn’t have any keys. I rang the doorbell and waited as the cool morning air cooled the cum running down my thigh, almost to my knees. I was shocked to see who answered it.
“Well, look at you standing there all fucked out with another man’s cum running down your thighs!”
“Sam!” I exclaimed. “I should have known!” I stepped inside to hug her, kissing her firmly as the door closed behind me. “Did you spend the night?”
She smiled and nodded, “I did, and we had a great time!”
I looked around for my husband. “Where’s Gerald?”
“Umm, he’s a little busy at the moment!” Sam said as she took my hand and led me upstairs. As I went to the house, I heard the familiar noise of two people engaged in vigorous sex. I pushed the door open to see my husband fucking a woman from behind. As soon as I moved inside, I recognized the russet hair and the familiar form of my girlfriend.
“Rose! What a nice surprise!” I rushed over to kiss her. Then I reached in between my thighs and scooped a dollop of Andre’s cum from my dripping pussy. “I brought you something!”
