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I’m going to write this as if it’s happening in real time. It was 4 years ago so it’s difficult to remember everything. For instance, the dialogue is as accurate as I can remember, but it might not be 100% word for word.
In the years since a lot has happened. We are still married and Brian is still her owner. He discovered about 9 months in (and gleefully shared with me) that my wife had done porn in the years before we met.
He’s involved her in gangbangs, dogging, whoring, and the occasional “non-con” encounter.
My wife has loved all of it. At no point has she not enjoyed herself.
I’m happy to answer any questions.
So, here goes…
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We’d been married for 10 years when it started. My wife, Anna, is 36 now. Russian, 5’5″, slim, small tits, long brown hair, and great legs and ass. I’m 46. English. Chubby and overweight, 5’11”, short beard and balding. I have a decent size cock. About 7″, but the girth of a 5″. This happened almost 4 years ago, so take 4 years off the ages.
My wife is extremely sexy. I always thought she was too hot for me, but she said she liked how genuine and kind I was. She felt safe with me.
We never really discussed past relationships or sexual partners. I’d never really realised, but she always steered the conversation away if it got close to that.
We met at a New Years Eve party and talked all night. I took her out on our first date 2 weeks later and we had sex that night. We spent every night together after, and were married within 6 months.
Our sex life was strange. She surprised me by being able to deepthroat easily. The blowjobs were incredible. When she got drunk she loved anal. Always wanting it harder and faster. She’d mentioned a few times that she liked to be dominated, but I always struggled to do it. I felt self-conscious, not confident enough, always wanting her to take the lead and tell me what to do. Outside of the deepthroat blowjobs and occasional drunken anal, sex was pretty lame. Her on top, then missionary until I came. I could never figure out how to make her cum. She told me she didn’t care. She loved me.
After 2 kids the sex became less and less. The infrequency only served to shorten my staying power. Familiarity lessens attractions as well. So, after 10 years, we were having sex once every few months. Either I couldn’t get it up, or, when I did, I’d blow my load within a few minutes.
To make matters worse, I’d been made redundant. The only thing I felt I was good for and I couldn’t even manage that.
Then, one day, it all changed.
“I need the car tomorrow,” I told her, one sunny morning in late February. “Barney has his vet appointment”.
“I remember. We’ll drop the kids at breakfast club, then you drop me at work. Make sure you’re back in time to pick me up at 3. If you’re going to be late, let me know so I can leave work early to walk to pick up the kids”
Anna worked slightly different hours to her colleagues because of the kids. She started at 8am and finished at 3pm. She worked Tuesday and Thursday in the office, the rest of the week at home.
I’d also noticed a change since the new year. She always wore trousers to work before. Black trousers, usually a black jumper. Very plain. Very “working mum”. Now, however, she was wearing skirts and a white blouse. Heels that seemed a bit too high. The majority of her tights had disappeared out of her underwear drawer to be replaced by various types of hold-up stockings.
I loved it. I figured it was because we’d been talking about having a 3rd baby and it was her way of getting me turned on. It was working. Unfortunately, she hadn’t initiated any sex, and it had been so long, almost 3 months, since the last time, that I wasn’t sure how to break the ice. So the days just rolled by, as they do when you’ve been married a while.
I had a normal day. Done some half-hearted looking for work. Sunk 4 hours into video games and took the dog for his 13:30 vet checkup. He’s a little King Charles, so easy to look after. The vet was happy with him. Quick appointment. All done.
I arrived at her work place early, about two thirty. Barney needed the toilet. I put the lead on him and walked him around the grassy area behind Anna’s work building.
As I was walking him I hear the unmistakable sounds of two people fucking. Very quietly, but just loud enough to hear through an open window. I edged forward and slowly peaked around the corner of the window.
I see a guy with his back to me, trousers around his ankles, bare ass, pumping into a woman bent over a desk. I froze. It was Anna. My wife. Bent over, ass up, skirt pulled right up to the middle of her back, heels, black stockings, head laying on the desk turned away from me, this guy holding her hips as he fucks her. Fucks my wife. I could tell it was Anna from her figure and clothes. Not only that, but I could clearly tell it was her because of the tribal style tattoo she has on her lower back, just above her firm ass.
I was stunned. My cock was extremely hard. It was a horribly erotic feeling. I felt panicked, a deep sickness in my stomach that she was going to leave me, yet so turned on by what I was seeing.
I heard the guy almost growl as he pushed harder and deeper into her. He takes a handful of her hair and pulls her head back. His right hand grips onto her ass check, holding her down. For a split second I thought he would stand her up and she would see me out the side of her eye, but he held her firm. Slow, forceful thrusts. In complete control of her.
I can hear Anna panting. I see her hands reach back as she grips the edge of the desk to hold herself steady for him. Her feet, in those sexy high heels, are spread apart. She looked so fucking hot.
He growls deeply once more and does a final thrust, obviously cumming, pushing deep in her. Anna lets out a sigh. I quickly and quietly walk backwards, not wanting to be seen.
I honestly don’t remember walking back, or even getting into the car. The dog is in the back seat and I’m just sitting in the driver’s seat, rock hard, staring at the office entrance, feeling nervous, sick, turned on, and waiting for Anna to come out.
Anna comes out, gets in the car, and I just stare at her.
“Ok, lets go” No hint in her voice that anything has changed. Just another day.
I’m just looking at her. I didn’t know what to do or say. I was kind of in a daze.
“What’s up with you? Barney Ok? Mark? You look pale. Are you ok?” I see her eyes dart down and see my very noticeable cock poking out the top of my jeans. One of her eyebrows raises, “What’s going on?”
I just blurt it out. To this day I’m not sure why or how I did it. My instinct is usually not to talk about things. Just get on with it. My body seemed to be working independently of my brain. Like I was a passenger.
“I saw you. I took Barney to the toilet around the back. I saw you. Through the window. Bent over the desk” My mouth was dry.
“Oh,” she paused, “I see.” Her eyes darted down to my cock again, “And this made you hard?”
I didn’t really hear her.
“Are you leaving me?” I thought I was about to throw up. It was the one question I wanted her to answer. It was the one question I didn’t want an answer to. I was sweating.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We need to pick the kids up. We’ll talk after they are in bed. OK?”
“Sure. Yeah. Ok.”
I was kind of relieved. Weird. She wasn’t leaving me. “Don’t be ridiculous”, she’d said. Jesus, my cock was throbbing.
The rest of the evening was, well, strangely same-old. Anna acted perfectly normally to me and the kids. She was texting a lot on her phone all evening, though. She did go straight upstairs to get changed when we got home, and was up there for a good 20 minutes.
About an hour before the kids’ bedtime, she whispered to me, “You’re sleeping in the spare room tonight.” I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not? The spare room is where we used to have sex because it seems to keep the noise in easier. Doesn’t wake the kids. It’s also where I get sent if we’ve had one of my 3 minutes fuck sessions and she’s annoyed.
We all head upstairs and my wife puts the kids to bed. She pops her head around the corner of the spare room door, “Get undressed. Stay under the covers, don’t move”, and she disappears downstairs.
She’s gone for a good 30 to 40 minutes. I can hear her talking quietly downstairs.
The door opens, closes, and she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s wearing her dressing gown. I can see her legs are bare. No stockings for me.
“So,” she said. Anna’s looking me straight in the eyes. I can tell she’s a bit nervous. “What do you want to know?”
“Who is he? Do you love him?” It came out almost in a jumble
“Brian. His name is Brian. He’s my line manager. No, no I don’t love him. Actually, he’s a bit of a prick” Her voice was calm. Steady. No hint of the nervousness I saw on her face. “Are you going to leave me?” She said this quieter. She sounded scared?
“No. Never. But, I don’t know what’s happening. He’s a prick but you’re fucking him? Is he making you?” The thought suddenly entered my head. I didn’t like that the idea secretly turned me on
“No, nothing like that. He’s rude. Sexist. Very sexist. Talks to me like I’m something he paid for…. but it turns me on. Really turns me on. I can’t help it. I knew it was wrong. He would constantly remind me that I was cheating on you. Make me feel like a slut for doing it. The way he talks to me just gets me so horny. I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop? If you say stop I’ll stop. I’ll quit work if you want?”
My cock was hard again. The thought of this guy treating my wife like that, taunting her for cheating, and him knowing that she was wet for him. I was rock hard.
I decided not to answer her yet. I wanted to know more.
“How did it start? Tell me everything. Be honest from now on. No secrets. No lies. No lies of omission. Tell me”
And she did.
“He’s been flirting with me at work for a while. Always when nobody is about. Comments about my ass. Asking what colour underwear I was wearing, if I was wearing any at all. He was kind of sleazy about it but I liked the attention he gave me.” She talked quietly. Just so not to wake the kids, not because she was embarrassed. She seemed brazen, happy to be telling me, like she was telling a normal story.
“Then we had the Christmas party in December, remember? I had a few drinks. Brian hadn’t talked to me all night and, honestly, I was disappointed.” She looked at me, seeing if she could see what I was thinking.
“Go on,” I said
“He was there when I came out of the ladies room. He asked if I wanted to go outside for a smoke. He didn’t wait for a reply, he just said “Of course you do”, and led me outside. I’m not sure why I followed him. I think it was because he’d ignored me all night. I wanted to know he was still interested in me”
“Anyway, we went around the side of the restaurant. It was quiet, nobody was around. He lit up the joint and we had a smoke. He said he knew I’d like it, that it was always the quiet ones you watch out for”
I shifted in bed. I was very conscious of my hard cock. I knew this story was leading to my beautiful wife getting another man’s cock in her. But to hear her tell it, in her voice, that Russian accent, it was such a turn on. I didn’t want her to notice I was hard. I was worried she’d touch it and I’d just blow my load straight away. Anna didn’t look down. She just looked in my eyes and carried on with her story…
“He started asking about you. Said you were a lucky man. Getting to fuck me when ever you wanted. He said that he bet I liked it rough and dirty. I was drunk, stoned, and turned on. I told him that we hardly ever fucked. I told him everything. He laughed. He asked me when the last time I’d had a really good fucking. I said since before we were married. He asked if I liked to be dominated. I said yes. He said he could tell. He leaned in and said I looked like a filthy…” she paused, “a filthy cunt that needed real dick in her”
I’d never heard Anna say “cunt” before. But the way she said it, I could tell it was a word he used that she liked. It gave her a thrill.
“I thought he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. I grabbed his arm but didn’t stop him. He went all the way up, I opened my legs for him, his hand into my knickers, and pushed his fingers in me. He said, “Fuck you’re wet. Dirty little bitch”, then he kissed me.” Anna was breathing heavily. I could tell just remembering it turned her on.
“We kissed for a bit and he pulled his fingers out of me. He held them up and said, “Well?” I took his fingers in my mouth and he smiled.”
Anna then slowly pulled down the quilt cover, exposing my cock. “You want to hear the rest?”
“Yes”
“I’ve been texting him all night. Then I was talking with him before I came up. He knows you know. He likes that you know”
I suspected that’s who she was talking with.
“And? What happened next?” I wanted to hear the rest, not deal with what might come next.
“Do you want him to stop fucking me?”
“Tell me what happened”
“No. That’s all I’ll say until you answer me”
I paused. This was it. It had been kind of a one off until now. The idea of this guy in my wife was a strange feeling. Both the pit of my stomach dropping out and feeling so turned on by it. I wanted more. My cock was so hard that it was twitching. I knew this is what he had told her to do. Tell me this much, check I was hard, then withhold the rest until I agree to give her to him. I was being manipulated, I knew. Brian was in control and he wasn’t even here.
“Carry on” I whispered
“Carry on with what? The story? Or carry on letting him have me?” She bit her lower lip gently. Fuck she’s sexy.
“Both”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes”
“You want him to keep fucking me? Using me? He doesn’t wear condoms, you know. He cums inside me. Uses me like a toy. You want that to carry on? To give me to him?”
“Do you want to carry on?” Stupid question. Of course she did. I was stalling, looking for permission.
“The choice is yours”
“Yes. I want him to have you”
She smiled at me, “So, he said he’d drive me home, to go wait by his car. He’d go tell people I was feeling ill and he was tired, so he’ll drop me off on the way back”
“Where does he live?” That had never really entered my mind. Did he live in the city centre? In our village? I didn’t even know what he looked like.
“About 5 minutes walk away. On Church Street.”
I was stunned. Literally around the corner. Had she been sneaking out to fuck him? Had he been here? In our house? Wait, “fuck me”, that’s what Anna had said. She never said she was fucking him, it was always him fucking her. It was a small detail, but an important one I felt.
“I was in his car and he told me to pull my dress up, so I did,” she carried on, breaking my wild thoughts.
“Did you want to have sex with him?”
“Yes. I was thinking he was going to pull over somewhere and fuck me in the car. I didn’t know then where he lived,” she went on, “He said to remove my knickers, which I did, and he lowered my window and told me to throw them out. He said to sit there with my dress up and legs open.”
She was turned on. Her face was flush, breathing heavier.
“He didn’t say a word after that. Didn’t even look at me. We were close to home and I started thinking he was just going to drop me off, leave me like this. But, he suddenly pulled into a driveway.”
“He got out, came around and opened my door. I stood up and he put his hand around the back of my neck and led me to his front door”
“Was your dress still up?” I had a vision of her walking, ass out, to his door
“No. The dress fell down as I stood up. We went to his house and he took me straight to the front room. He threw his coat over the armchair and told me to strip. I hesitated. He said, “Strip or leave”, he was so forceful. I took my dress off, removed my bra and was standing naked in just my high heels”
“Fuck,” I breathed, “Did you like that? Did it make you horny?”
“I could feel my pussy was wet. My nipples were aching. He grabbed my wrists and put them behind my back and held them with one hand. The other he pulled my hair and pushed his tongue in my mouth. We kissed, slowly, softly. Then he put me on my knees.”
I wasn’t sure my cock could take this. It was twitching away. One touch and I’d explode. The detail she was going into. Blow by blow. As if she had committed every bit to memory.
“Is this all true?” I had the feeling she might be embellishing a bit.
“Yes. Well, mostly. I might have forgotten everything he said, but yes, it’s all true.”
“So you’re on your kness…”
“He gets his cock out, and he was big. He is big. A good 8 inches and thick. One of the thickest cocks I’ve ever seen. It was amazing” She glanced down at my cock. I knew she’d done that on purpose. “I wanted to please him so I spat on his cock and he said, “Good. Be a dirty fuck. Let yourself enjoy it”, then I took him down my throat.” She smiled at me, with one raised eyebrow, impressed with herself.
“He said, “Ooohhh, you filthy slag. Fuck you can take it, can’t you? What a fucking waste. Your husband is an idiot. Slut like you, yeah, down that throat, you whore”
Then Anna did something I’d never seen her do. She took off her dressing gown, laid next to me naked, without touching me, and started to rub her pussy. I’d never seen her masturbate before. She did it so openly, no hint of shame or self-consciousness.
She closed her eyes and carried on, “He grabbed my hair and face fucked me. Calling me names. Really dirty stuff. I kept my hands behind my back. Surrendered to it. Then he pushed me on my back, got straight on top of me and just forced that huge cock into me. I moaned so loud he covered my mouth with his hand. He fucked me so hard, whispering things in my ear.” She was wanking hard, panting, eyes shut tight, left hand pulling hard on her left nipple, lost in the lust of the memory.
“What did he say to you?” I breathed. I had to know. She clearly loved it. Even after all these months, the memory of that night was something powerful for her.
“He said, “You’re cunt is mine. You belong to me. You’re wasted on that boy. You need a man. A real man. A big fat cock to open you up.” He called me a whore, slag, slut, everything. The way he said it. He meant it. And I felt like it…”
Anna was panting hard, her fingers locked and going side to side in a blur. She arched, gripped her left breast hard, and came. She flushed. Her pale skin is flushed red. Marks on her breast from her finger nails. Panting as she slowly calmed down.
She turned her head and smiled. “Get off the bed, kneel down there”, she pointed down at the floor.
I did what she asked. Anna shuffled over, opened her legs, and slid to the edge of the bed, her red, wet pussy a few inches in front of my face. I could smell her sex.
“Eat,” she breathed. I buried my face in her, “Slowly, it’s tender.” I slowed down.
“He came deep inside me. We came together. I came so hard. It’s not often that I cum from just being fucked. But the things said to me, I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. He whispered that he knew all along what kind of girl I was. Said most girls were whores, they just wouldn’t admit it to themselves. He pulled his cock out of me and stood up and started to get dressed, just leaving me on the floor.
I asked him where the bathroom was. He laughed, “Oh no, slut. No clean up for you. You’re mine now. You do as you’re told, just the way you want it, yes?” I nodded. “You’re to get dressed and I’ll drop you off to hubby. You’re to go up to bed, with my cum still in you. Understood?” I nodded again, feeling horny. “You’re to get undressed, wake up your hubby, and get him to fuck you missionary. Close your eyes and compare cocks. Yes?” I nodded and got dressed.
“Wait,” I stopped eating her, “I remember that, it was the last time we had sex. I remember you being so wet”
“Mmmm. It was Brian’s cum. I couldn’t even feel you inside me, but you finished quickly enough”, she frowned, “I didn’t say to stop.” I carried on eating her, “good boy”
Fuck. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this. I needed to fuck her. Regain my wife. I was about to when she said, “Lay on the bed. Now.”
I jumped up and laid back, expecting to feel that pussy on my cock. I could barely contain myself. Instead, she sat on my face, reverse cowgirl, as if she was going to do a 69.
“That’s it. Taste it. My used pussy. Brian’s pussy. I suck his cock every morning when I’m in the office. Every morning before the others arrive. It’s just the two of us. I bring him a coffee, suck his big cock, and swallow his cum,” she was slowly grinding in my face, “When they all go out for lunch, I sit on his desk, open my legs, and let him fuck me as hard as he wants. I’m going to be seeing him every Friday night from now on. He’s going to train me to be the perfect whore. He’ll bring me home, you’ll kneel down, lick me clean, and I’ll tell you everything he does to me.”
God, this was amazing. She was so wet. Rubbing herself over my face. Totally in charge.
“He doesn’t usually fuck me when other people are in the building. But he knew you were coming to pick me up today. He wanted to send me home with his cum in me. Can you taste him? Deep in there? The man who’s fucking your wife….”
And with that, she gripped my cock and squeezed it. The cum burst out of me. Anna pushed her pussy down on my mouth to muffle my moaning. On the third pump I felt her mouth around my cock, as she swallowed the rest. She let my cock out her mouth, moving up, slowly licking all the cum up off stomach and chest.
Eventually, we were eye to eye, upside down. She smiled, and just left and went to bed.
I wanked off 3 more times that night.
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