A few years ago my wife Deb and I moved into a small cul-de-sac in Essex. We are both originally from Manchester, but work had moved, and I’d had to move with it.
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We didn’t really know anyone, and I was working long hours. It was very hard on Deb. We were in our mid-twenties, and Deb at the time had brown hair with sun-blond streaks; she is slim with long legs, a small, pert bum, and bouncy 36C boobs.
She is quite shy, and all her friends were back up north, so when she told me she’d been chatting to one of the neighbors and popping over for coffee, I was happy for her. It was only a couple of weeks later that I found out it was a man.
The neighbor, Frank, lived across the road, and Deb had gotten talking to him about his garden, which was very well kept.
He offered her a coffee, and as they’d chatted, they’d hit it off, and so coffee at Frank’s had become a regular thing. Frank was in his mid- to late fifties, gray-haired, and lived alone, as his wife had died some years earlier (so he told Deb).
I don’t know why it bothered me, but it did. My young pretty wife is alone with an older man. Deb was a virgin when we met and still a little naive about men. I’d spotted a couple of my friends hitting on her, and she hadn’t even noticed. So the thought of her with this worldly wise man did get me thinking.
I asked her what they talked about, just trying to get a feel for what was going on. It sounded innocent enough. Just chatting about his garden, the local area, his past, and lots of other small talk. Then summer came.
When I came home from work, I’d ask if she’d seen Frank, and some days she’d say yes, sometimes no, but I noticed that on the days she’d been to Frank’s, her clothes were just a bit more sexy.
First it was tight jeans that showed off her bum or crop tops that gave a hint of showing her bra. Nothing blatant but enough that I noticed. Then one day when I arrived home, Deb was in the kitchen in a thin sundress. The sun was behind her and streaming through our patio doors. It made the dress virtually transparent.
“Did you see Frank today?” I asked, trying to sound “matter of fact.”
“Oh yeah, we had a coffee and a chat, and I helped him out in the garden,” she said as she fussed with the washing.
“I bet he loved that dress.” I said
She stood up and smoothed her hands down her dress, looking at it.
“Now you mention it, he did say he liked it,” she replied. Then she continued,
“Look now, don’t lose your temper if I tell you something.”
“What?” I demanded.
“Well, Frank tried to kiss me today. “Don’t worry; I stopped him and reminded him that I was a married woman.” She said, looking at the floor.
“He did what?” I said, incredulous.
“Look, it was nothing, and I put him in his place,” she said.
Later that night as we lay in bed, I pushed her for details. They’d been sitting on the sofa side by side looking at a photo album. He’d rested his hand on her thigh, and then a few seconds later he’d leaned in and kissed her. That was new at first. He’d tried to kiss her. Now he had kissed her. Deb had had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, and it may have loosened her up a little, so I decided to push a little. I was stroking her belly and allowing my hand to stray lower to her trimmed pubes as I asked,
“Did you respond when Frank kissed you?”
“Just for a moment…or two” she replied.
“Did you like it?” I continued.
“It was different; I didn’t expect it, but I suppose it was my own fault.” She said.
“Why’s that?” I pressed as my hand found her pussy lips.
“Well, that dress was pretty see-through, and I have been teasing him for a while now. And then when he had his hand on my thigh, I should have moved it, but…well, I enjoyed him touching me,” she said.
That was the first time I had my suspicions that she’d been dressing provocatively confirmed. Then she explained how she’d been bored, and when she’d gone to Frank’s for coffee, she’d noticed after a while that he’d been checking her out, and it had made her feel good. So she dressed a little more sexily, and he’d been even more attentive. She’d enjoyed the teasing and her effect on this older man.
“I’m sorry.” She said, “Have I been bad?”
I thought about it as I stroked her sex, and although I have to admit there was jealousy. There was also arousal.
I don’t know why; maybe it was the thought of her coming back to me after being with another man, or maybe it was the thought of my shy wife exploring a side neither of us had known she had. I really don’t know, but it was there. I was turned on, and after I’d reassured her, I fucked her like I hadn’t done in ages. Afterwards, as we lay chatting, I asked her.
“Will you miss teasing him?”
“I guess so. It’s so boring while you’re at work.” She replied.
“If I let you carry on with your …little game, how far would you like to go?” She thought for a moment and then said,
“I don’t know. I mean, I enjoyed kissing him, and when his hand was on my thigh, it did turn me on. You know that another man wanted to touch me.”
“If I let you do this, you have to tell me everything. Nothing held back, and it’s just a bit of fun. OK?”
“Ok. I do so love you. You’re the best husband in the world.” She said, kissing me hard.
Nothing happened for a couple of days until one night when I got home late from work. We finished dinner, and then Deb handed me a glass of wine and, taking one for herself, she said,
“Let’s go to bed. I went to Frank’s today, and I have something to tell you.”
I got into bed and waited for Deb to join me. When she entered the room, she was wearing a new summer dress that I hadn’t seen before. It was thin and buttoned up the front.
“I bought this to wear to Frank’s, but I didn’t wear it like this.” She said.
“How did you wear it?” I asked.
She popped the top button, and the top of a lacy pink bra appeared. Then she popped the two bottom buttons, and her thighs appeared. Not as I’d thought in her usual tights but in stockings.
“Like this.” She said.
I actually gasped and begged her to tell me what had happened. She slipped off her clothes (except for the stockings) and joined me in bed.
She had gone to see Frank and let him know that there were no hard feelings over his clumsy kiss. He’d been relieved, and she’d agreed to stay for a coffee. She told me how she’d sat opposite him and flashed her legs shamelessly. She’d made a point of bending low for her coffee so that he could see her cleavage. Finally, after teasing him for an hour, she made to leave. In the hall he’d finally not been able to hold back. He’d pushed her against the wall, gripped her breast, and forced a kiss on her.
“Stop!” she’d told him, and then, to his total shock, she’d said,
“If you want to look, you should just ask.”
With that, she’d pushed him a step back and then undone all her buttons. Her dress had gaped open, and he’d gazed at her almost naked body. All she was wearing under the dress was high heels, stockings, tiny pink panties, and a matching lacy, pink bra.
“Now” She’d said, “I love my husband, so don’t get any romantic ideas. But if you’re a good boy, we can have a little fun. Shall we sit back down?”
He’d agreed, and she’d led him back to his sofa. She wouldn’t allow him to take off her bra or panties, but she let him touch through the material. He took full advantage and kissed her for ages while feeling her tits through her bra and she even allowed a quick stroke between her thighs. Finally, he pulled back, out of breath. He looked her up and down and asked if she would let him get his cock out. She told him he could but that he wasn’t going to fuck her. He stood and undid his trousers; he pushed them and his underwear down in one swift movement. His erect cock bobbed into view. Just the second one she’d ever seen.
“It wasn’t like yours.” She said.
“Why? What do you mean?” I asked,
“Well, I thought all cocks would look pretty much the same, but yours is straight and sort of pointy and his is bendy and has a thick bulbous head.” Then as an afterthought she said,
“It’s much bigger than yours.”
Now I really was feeling jealous. My pretty wife had been virtually naked with another man, and she’d been comparing my cock unfavorably with his. But at the same time it was the sexiest thing she’d ever done, and I had to hear more. As she continued, I got more and more aroused.
My dick was like a solid rock. Also in the past, Deb had been pretty shy about words like “cock”; she would have said “willy” or some such nonsense. Now, after hanging out with Frank, she used the word without a second thought.
She told me how fascinated she’d been looking at his erect cock. It had been all she could do not to touch it. Frank had sat at the side of her and used one hand to touch her and his other to masturbate as he kissed her. He’d not lasted long before his sperm had spattered her thigh and stocking top.
He’d been so apologetic and rushed to clean her up. She’d told him not to worry and that she’d see him again soon.
“How did I do?” she said,
“That was so fucking horny,” I replied.
“So you don’t mind if I go again?” she asked as she pulled on my dick. Well, in truth, part of me was horrified by what was happening, but a bigger part just wanted more. Almost like a scab you know you shouldn’t pick, but you do it anyway.
“No,” I said. You can go. Just remember our rules.”
Then I rolled on top of her, and as I penetrated her, I asked her to tell me again. The sex was so satisfying I was completely drained after I’d cum inside her, and Deb had a shattering orgasm that left her shaking all over as she relived her afternoon fun.
Just over a week later, I was lying in bed when Deb came into the room. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt, and her nipples were prominent, showing that she wasn’t wearing a bra; she also wore a short black skirt and calf boots. She looked a proper tart, to be honest.
“Do you like my outfit?” she said,
“I love it,” I replied.
“Frank really liked it,” she said as she started stripping it off. I asked her what had happened as she joined me in bed. She stroked my already stiff cock and said,
“You love this as much as me, you perv.” I wasn’t going to lie. I did. I was becoming addicted to my wife’s new slutty side. I wanted more.
She’s gone over to Frank’s dress just as she’d shown me (God knows what the other neighbors thought). He’d very much approved of what she was wearing. They both knew what was going to happen, but they still had coffee and chatted, both a little unsure about making the first move. Then Frank had asked if she was wearing a bra (even though it was obvious she wasn’t).
“No.” She’s said,
“Can I see?” he’d asked
“Only if I can see your cock again.” She’d said with a smile.
She’d sat on a chair in his lounge and removed her t-shirt; for the first time, he’d had unrestricted access to her tits. He’d stripped off his trousers and underwear, and she’d asked that he stand in front of her.
As he’d reached down and felt her breasts, she’d taken his cock in her hand and slowly tossed him off as she spoke to him. She told me how much she was shaking and how wet she’d been. It was just the second cock she’d touched. She loved how thick the head looked and how shiny his knob end was.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked
“Oh yes,” she’d said. “And do you like feeling my tits? Have you ever wanked thinking about them?”
“God yes, so many times.” He’d gasped.
“W…will you suck my cock?” he’d stammered. She’d looked up at him. Right into his eyes and said,
“Soon, very soon I will.” Then he’d ejaculated over her tits and hand.
By now I was gently fucking her while she spoke.
“I don’t know why.” She said, “But I wanted to taste it, so I licked a bit of his cum from the tip of his cock.” She’d never done that for me. Never let me cum in her mouth. To be honest, she’d never really liked sucking cock. My speed increased, and I fucked her harder as I asked breathlessly.
“Will you suck his cock next time?” In the past it had been me setting the rules; now I was asking her what the parameters were.
“Yes!” She gasped, and I could hold back no longer. I filled her pussy with my seed and collapsed on top of her.
All the next week at work I couldn’t concentrate. Was today the day Frank had his cock in my wife’s mouth? Every night I’d get home to no news, but amazingly horny sex with Deb. I didn’t push, and as the days went by, I began to think she might have changed her mind. How wrong I was. It turned out Frank had been away for a week, and Deb had actually gone round as soon as he was back.
She explained this as we lay in bed on the night of her visit. She’d dressed in a black wrap-around dress. Not a hint of what was under it. She’d asked about his holiday and made small talk as he’d sweated in his own kitchen, wondering what she was going to do. Finally, he’d made some comment about her dress and asked if he could kiss her.
“You’ll crumple my dress.” She’d lied, “I’d better take it off.” She’d undone the tie holding it and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a red silky basque, hold-ups, and nothing else. He was looking right at her pussy. He gasped, and she admitted that exposing her pussy to him had gotten her extremely turned on.
He’d suggested they go to the bedroom for privacy, and she’d agreed. He’d sat her on the bed and asked her to spread her legs so he could look at her pussy. He knelt between her thighs, and she allowed him to touch and then stroke the lips of her pussy. Then he started licking first her lips, then her clitoris.
“I wanted to slow him down. Stop him,” she said, “but it was so good. I let him lick me!” That was the first time he made her cum as she gushed her juices over his tongue. He then stripped, and after removing her Basque, they lay on the bed kissing and fondling one another.
She’d had his fat cock in her hand and was enjoying the feel of it against her skin. Then nervously she explained that at first she’d rubbed it against her thigh, and then she’d turned her body and opened her legs slightly so that Frank’s hard length was rubbing her pussy lips. Then she admitted that she’d opened her legs for him fully and put his cock inside her.
“You let him fuck you?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yes!” She breathed, “Are you cross?” I thought for a moment. Where had I thought this was heading? He was always going to end up screwing her. And I have to admit it still made me horny; if anything, I loved and wanted Deb more.
“No, I’m not cross,” I said. “Tell me how he fucked you. What was it like?”
She explained that at first he’d been gentle. He’d lie on top of her, gently pushing his thick cock into her tight pussy. She’d had another orgasm over his cock at this point. Then he’d turned her over and fucked her doggy style, and a baser man had come out.
He told her what a great ass she had as he slapped it and told her what a great little fuck she was and what a slut she was. She’d loved his onslaught, and after his cock gave her another shattering orgasm, she asked him to stop as her pussy was getting sore.
He did as he was asked, and as a reward, she laid him on the bed and took his cock in her mouth. She’d licked his balls and sucked on his fat cock until he’d grunted and became the first man ever to come in her mouth. She loved telling me about the warm salty taste of his sperm before allowing me to become the second man she’d ever swallowed.
Over the next few months that became a pattern. A couple of times a week she would visit Frank and then tell me about it as we fucked. She loved it when he talked dirty as he fucked her. New words entered her vocabulary, and I stopped being as shocked when she said things like “He came in my cunt.” I lost count of the times she allowed this man, old enough to be her father, to fuck her.
I was powerless to even think of stopping it. She regularly swallowed his spunk; she let him cum over her face, tits, and even inside her pussy. It’s almost like he trained her for me, as everything she did with him she then did with me. The most daring thing I did in retrospect was letting her stay the night at his house. She told him I was on a business trip and she was his slut for a full 24 hours.
It was then that she finally gave him her asshole. He had asked her for ages, and she finally gave in and allowed him to fuck her in the arse. She hadn’t really liked it, and he was still the only man to have ever had his cock up her bum. I can’t tell you how I felt when she explained that she still had his spunk in her bum hole.
Then he fucked it all up.
She’d popped round as usual, and Frank had a friend there, an older man who looked about 60. Deb had been expecting sex and was in a short skirt, no knickers, and a tight t-shirt that showed off her lack of a bra. Suddenly in front of this stranger, she felt very exposed.
The men had clearly been discussing her. This had been her secret game, and Frank had been discussing her with his mates. Frank clearly did think she was just a cheap slut to be used. Not the friend she’d thought
“Turn around, Deb,” he said to her. Without thinking she had. He lifted up her skirt and exposed her naked ass to his mate.
“Told you, didn’t I?” said Frank to his mate. Cracking arse. “I fucked that tight little hole last week, didn’t I, Deb?”
She nodded, not quite knowing what to do but getting angrier by the second. Then Frank continued,
“This is Stan; he’ll be joining us today. You’re going to love having two cocks at once.” If he’d asked, she might just have done it. Maybe. But to be so taken for granted, to be treated in such a cheap, thoughtless way, was too much.
“Fuck you, Frank” were the last words she ever spoke to him. Despite the flowers and apology cards.
We are back in the North now, and our adventures have continued. Deb has too much of a taste for extra cock now.
** Please Note: I found this story on the net and it’s one of my favourites of it’s type I may have made some slight changes for grammar or more to suit my fantasies but the original idea is not mine**