I met my married man in school, I had been on the gymnastics team at school so was very quick and quite petite. Even though he wasn't a athletic supporter Pete was in great forcible physical body, strong and brawny. We weren't in the same year he was 3 class older. I lost my virginity to him on my 16th birthday and we got married on my 21st birthday. We had tried to start a category, but we had fertility issues, so we just carried on as a childless, married twosome. His kinsfolk were reasonably wealthy, we had sufficiency money so no mortgage and no headache. Pete worked hard and I was his stoppage at home plate wife.

It was 10 years later, we were celebrating our anniversary. We had been out for a meal and had had sex twice that night ( I said we had sex, not made erotic love ), he was a good husband but all we ever did was have sex, a immediate missional perspective nookie, then he would roll over and go to sleep. In our first few eld together it was twice every nighttime, but then we fell into the"married modus operandi ”, some weeks, I was lucky if we had sex at all.…….


Chapter 1

…….So, the morn after the night before, Sunday around 9:30, I stirred sensing Pete was already wake. I felt him knelt up on the bed behind me. I had slept on my left side of meat, naked, with my arms up in front of my face. He leaned over me and started to osculate the back of my right elbow. Not passionate or muddy kisses. More like the waft off a butterfly stroke, type buss, soft and gentle, even sensual.

He slowly moved upwards towards my shoulder, I lay there motionless. I wasn't awake, or asleep, sort of in that logical state. But I still, could feel his every touch, his rim delicately wafting over my raw flesh. Slowly he moved down from my shoulder down my back, well not in the midsection, but also not on my slope. He continued down, over my hips and down my thigh. At this item I helped him out a fiddling, I started to stir a little more out of my slumber and I stretched out my right wing leg to its tenacious length possible.

He continued to osculate down my thigh, with each butterfly like osculation I got tingles through my groin and hip. He had never done anything like this before and I thought back to that clock time ( he thought I had been looking for his secret ). You see I knew he had a locked drawer in his den and in it he kept his collection of TV and magazine publisher. I had observed him late one nighttime jerking off whilst watching a flick. That turned me on so much but why would he not do those kind of matter to me ?

He kissed behind my knee and I had to give a response, it was uncontrollable, you see that was my orgasm spot. On the odd occasion when it wasn't a quick, ( missional stead ) shag, I received. If he decided to raise my branch over his strong brawny shoulder joint, and then impel his organic structure on top of my supple slightly built framing, he could make water me orgasm just by touching the back of my knee and if he touched behind both stifle I could squirt too ! ! ! Oh my god could I squirt. So now he continued to advance down my calf to my ankle, then across the top of my elegant size 4 foot, pausing for a second or two.

Cautiously he started to advance up my calf and around to my stifle. I stirred once more, this meter moving my left leg outwards at correct angles to my right one. I think he knew I was getting more and more come alive with each soft and sensual kiss. Progressing up my thigh with his tender butterfly stroke kisses, I moaned, I was about to orgasm, something I hadn't done in a long time. I moved my correct leg out now, it looked like it had had an argument with my left leg. They could not have been further apart. I sensed his hot breath on the inner flesh of my thigh, and his scratchy overnight stubble, but it was scratchy in a good way, not hard like when he had just forgot to shave. By this time I was fully awake and getting nearer and nearer to orgasm.

I could smell my own swart fragrance. I had smelled it before, after using my toy. Pete bought me toys and let me give birth"solo time ”, as he called it, I think that was his way of condoning himself jerking and fantasising with those videos, ( little did I know ). His olfactory organ now nudged and nuzzled the fleshy crimp of my love duct. I took the deepest breath I could, through my scent my olfactory weed went into overdrive. It was a combination of my"Dior ”, Pete's"Joop"and my weaken puss. Surely Pete must be capable to smell the angelical yet swart fragrance. I moaned my delight, moved offset my left leg followed by my rightfield, so both thighs were over his all-inclusive, brawny shoulders. I felt his tongue start to dig into me, pushing my sassing out of the way, before he proceeded to lap at my succus, I knew we were in the throws of passionateness but late down I needed to know what had triggered such a sensationally arousing, even erotic session from him. As I have said he was a quick shag and bowl over character of guy.

I bent my right leg thanks to all those gym division, ( keeping my body very nimble all these years later ) so my toe could play with his ear, I knew that would get him going some more. He knew what I was doing too, he knelt up onto his haunches, still with my thighs draped around his cervix and berm like a scarf. Then I felt his hands, secure, persistent, rugged hands. The finger's breadth pushing trench, into the soft, swell human body of my bum. Then when both pollex were in the centre next to each other they inserted themselves. oceanic abyss into my passion portal. Pulling my soaking wet lips apart to allow his red-hot tongue to lap at me like a puppy lap covering at his sea captain. I screamed some obscenities at him, I squeezed my thighs together gripping around his strong, firmly neck opening. As moving ridge after wave of throbbing surged through my groin, my clitoris pulsated to the rhythm of my pounding heart and Pete's breather got hotter and heavier. With one final gasp I screamed tensed then relaxed, with a tingle into a cumulation on the bed. Oh god what an orgasm…….


Chapter 2

…….After ten or fifteen minutes we had both had a little nap and our hot bodies and breathing had almost returned to normal. I found myself rolled onto my remaining face again. Pete again was knealing on his haunches behind me reaching over, further this time. He reached down towards my bottom bed-side draftsman. Where he pulled out my rabbit, he checked the batteries and settled back onto his haunches. Now he started to run his finger along the duration of my consistence from just below my arm, across my waist and onto my hip. Once at my hip his hand moved down across my tingling belly towards my pubic haircloth,"well it would if I didn't shave regularly ”. Even though Pete and I had an norm couple's sex life, I didn't like pubic haircloth on a charwoman. So I kept it shaven.

His liberal veracious script moved towards the point where my pegleg met my torso, where all consenting grownup get their nearly fun. Meanwhile his left hand had started up my rabbit, I could here it buzzing but kept my eyes closed as I didn't want to know where it was going to land, then. The ears came into contact with my already erect right tit. I immediately tensed up, almost breaking Pete's finger's breadth with the pressure, off my thighs and in my groin area. I screamed out Pete's name and orgasmed straight away, I must not stimulate fully relaxed from the early encounter. As I rolled onto my back Pete was still knealing, his nine inches sticking out to attending, just like a soldier. I rolled over farther and down slightly, taking his erect love muscular tissue in my handwriting. I made a icky racket and said"well is mummy's little soldier all alone"and with that I opened my rima oris, stuck out my tongue and slowly stroked the integral length, from tip to ball paper bag. Pete's eyes rolled back and he tensed up slightly. I hatched my plan.

As I have mentioned previously, Pete wasn't a athlete but he did search after himself, gym twice a calendar week and a healthy diet. Now this 34 class old was on his knees with his nine inch creature wall hanging over me. I was salivating at the view of this lump of man nub pumping creamy hot sperm all over me. But I realised he would need some boost. But what to do I thought with a wry grinning, my left hand started to rise up his trunk"not quite a airstream circuit card, but hey ho, it was here and free ”. My flop hand kept the house grip it already had on his tool. My tongue started its merry dance, over his majestic chief and around the aubergine end. Then slowly along his vein encrusted shaft. My left hand finally found its address, his nipple. He didn't suffer from man boobs, but he had a nicely honed chest with big pecks. With a twirl around his nipple and a quick pinch I got his care once again and he took an enormous breath in. after playing with his dresser and nipple, whilst my tongue titilated his twitching tool. Then I could see the first-class honours degree mark a small damp blob, emanating from the tip of his penis. It was his pre cum succus and I lapped them up.

What could I do to him that was going to apply him Sir Thomas More pleasure, my forget hand moved slowly downwards, as his body tensed. He arched his back and made all his sinew stand out more. My mouth moved up away from his turncock, so I started to render him the Lapp butterfly kisses he had started with this dawn. Up and down his taught wash board abdomen. Letting my tongue tickle around his umbilicus. He was in seventh Shangri-la but what adjacent, I felt around with my left hired hand, finally I got it. My rabbit was in my clench, his horny dead body was mine I was going to taste his hot cum too ( for the first time ) as I had never blown him off before, he was more a wham, bam, thank you mam, sort of guy. I switched the toy on very slowly he could obviously hear it and soon he would be feeling it. The large bulgy chief of my coney rally and tustled, with his testicles. Then the ears went to do work, they join force with my tongue, taking his 9 inch throbbing have sex length to immediate arousal. More pre cum oozed out of his smashed initiative, so I turned up the speed. Surely he was unable to tense up much more but he did. Realising the reaction I had just got, I turned my rabbit up to the full, he took a massive intake of breath filling his lungs, in fact every ounce of his being. Tensing every muscle and sinew. I felt his luscious pecker showtime to thrill, and got my oral cavity quick to taste and swallow his cum. He breathed in even harder and then relaxed and exploded his red hot creamy warhead. It went everywhere, up my nostrel's, in my hair, all over my lips, lingua so I licked and lapped it up. Tasting all his salty man succus. I was in promised land. We both collapsed our trunk entwined as one, so what happens next…….


Chapter 3

…….around 30 second later, I stirred once again from my delirious sex craved state. Never before had I had such an adrenalin fuelled orgasm, I sensed Pete wasn't around. I thought I heard him talking,"maybe he was on the headphone"I hadn't heard it ring, maybe he was phoning someone. But, what a funny thing to do, bring me to two amazing orgasms. Then bollix up his cum all over me, get up and earpiece mortal. I closed my centre, for whatever he had in storage for me, in the adjacent session this anniversary. I wanted it to be vex and the biggest surprisal possible. So what happened next.

wellspring I kept my middle closed, I had heard Pete's voice but no other. He re-entered the bedroom and I could here him whispering,"I brought you a drink"he said as he was on my position of the bed. I stirred, sat up and took a generous mouthful, it was pee but cold and refreshing. I was looking at his tattoos he had a tribal design all down the right hand slope of his shoulder, down his arm to just above the elbow and all down his torso, through his right field breakwater area and right leg. It was an aborigional infill figure and I must say it suited his toned and honed body. He had slight love handles as he sat in figurehead of me, partially hunched over. I noticed he had had a new bit of tattoo done, it was a reciprocating saw puzzle bit, just in the good groin area, where previously he had had an open space.

I sensed someone enter the bedroom behind me. I turned round it was a adult female, she was totally naked. I was immediately drawn visually to her exit groin area. She too had a tattoo of a jigsaw man ever so slightly unlike to Pete's. Pete said"Sarah, this is Claire ”, but who was she ? Pete continued"Claire is my kept woman & she is here to pretend honey to my wife ”, I was stunned. Pete had a mistress and I didn't know or suspect. I was a little dismayed to say the to the lowest degree, I wanted to storm out, I wanted to holler, but neither manifested. Claire came and lay on the bed, she started to stroke my naked body, I tensed up and was very nervous about her being tightlipped. Pete spoke"Claire has borrowed a tattoo gun and you are getting your first off ink, now ”, I didn't know what to say, I wasn't against tattoo's just never thought of having one myself. I felt hazy and semi conscious, then fell backwards onto the bed, I had been drugged.

When I woke a little spell later, I had a burning scratchy feeling on my bequeath helping hand slope of my groin,"hush and save still"a voice said softly. It continued"You now have a tattoo it's the adjacent piece to Pete's fretsaw, mine is the piece from the early side of meat ”. I want to have my start lesbian military action,"Pete has gone to get the video camera make"Claire continued. Had I heard her right wing, she wanted a Lesbian session with me whilst my hubby of ten years filmed our encounter. I didn't even have a go at it he had a video camera. Then he entered the room. All three of us were still naked, but it didn't form any of us, was I coming unit of ammunition to the fact Pete had a schoolmarm, that I had had the most awing forenoon of sensual even intimate encounter, ever. Claire touched my nipple,"it will all be alright"she said,"I am new to all this too, I only found out Pete was married yesterday ”. I couldn't believe it all. My head was spinning.

Pete set up the tv camera on its tripod, then got a second camera, a hand held one, oh my god, he was going for this one hundred percent. Claire whispered softly"what other toy do you have got ? ”, I reached down and opened my bottom drawer, and there they were on presentation,"oh Pete bought me that one too ”, she said pointing at a gravid big black one,"do you mind sharing ? ”, she continued. In the space of the last half hour I had been drugged, tattooed, found out my husband had a mistress, a camcorder and bought two of the same eccentric of vibrator for us both, my head was in a accomplished whirl.

natural action Pete bellowed out, he was now directing us in a sex conniption. Claire had checked the battery minute earlier, but now she started to touch, apprehension and kiss my erect nipple. Oh it felt good, but I longed for Pete to be with me, make the nigh of it I said to myself, he will be with you in a while. Claire continued with her horny advances, along my cute and quite petite knocker they were only 36C but they were all innate And Pete liked them, well that is what he had always said now I didn't know. Claire's breasts were about a 42DD but they suited her acrobatic 5'10"frame. She used the big black condom dildo on me, she made me very wet between my legs, but no orgasm.

She withdrew the dildo and continued. She was inviolable yet sensual, when she kissed me. A closeness only a woman could feed I speculation ( a womanhood knows what turns a woman on, so that's what they do to you ). Slowly Claire moved her deal lower, down past my navel, over my tummy, down across my bald field and into my hot sexual love valley. She slipped a finger's breadth inside, I gasped, then another. Followed by a third and one-fourth. I spread my ramification wide, Pete could never thumb me with four fingers, his deal was way too big. But here was Claire four fingers in deep and her ovolo rubbing my clitoris, her heart finger stretched out to extend to my most inner entrance. I screamed, with pleasure…….


Chapter 4

…….Claire's ship's boat, slender fingers were all the way inside me. Pete sidling around the bedchamber with a camcorder in his handwriting, a second photographic camera mounted and fixed on a tripod. My husband's fancy woman was leaned over me, she could easily over power me as she had such a secure gymnastic frame ( not manly though ) and boy was she in dominance. Pete gave Claire a present, she withdrew her long fingers out of my tone down love slot, licked them dry and proceeded to spread the present. We both eagerly anticipated its capacity, she opened the parcel, and peered inside. Claire smiled with gleefulness and turned to Pete, proclaiming, just what I always wanted. She pulled the contents out into the open, squealing it's a strap on ! Could my day get any eccentric ?

Claire stood up, and stepped into the opening on the strap on, it had a large penis to the front but also a smaller penis on the inside complete with nubs all over to rub and have the wearer's clitoris and love yap. She pulled it up fully, that's when her demeanour changed. Claire barked at me"ON YOUR KNEES AND drumhead DOWN ”, I now became less light, I did as Claire demanded. I sensed she was behind me, Pete was stalking us around the sleeping accommodation. Claire leaned down and solve my slit, I had only ever had Pete lick me and never very often. But now Claire was in charge, I was grinding onto her cheek, enjoying her touch, her tongue, her feminine charms. She then knelt up, took the strap on in her mitt, and spittle on it, rubbed this in with her helping hand and repeated twice.

Then I felt her enter me. I was so sprain on, I was excreting my body fluid all over a sex toy, this was attached to the schoolmistress of my husband, whilst he videoed us in action. Claire reached in and squeeze her ovolo into my slot. Her moment thumb reached in and probed my rear, going in deep until I moaned, from the deepest time out of my stomach. My cunt was dripping by now, the smell of my frowsty dull gob, I felt the surge, a feeling like I had never felt before, was it because it wasn't Pete ? Was it because it was his mistress ? Or was it because it was a sex toy probing me ? I wasn't in ascendancy ! My senses went into overdrive yet again, I screamed out, felt my love canal tense up, it started to throb and a virgin epinephrine surge went through my body ! Then I collapsed into the bed once again, my heart pounding with such force I thought it would break out of my chest.

My trunk calmed back down to its regular musical rhythm, Pete came over,"I have paused our movie, for this next scene, we are doing things dissimilar ”, he continued"Claire consume the strap-on off, Sarah put it on ”."it's now your turn to get the hang your lesbian slave, Sarah"he said. So we moved around and I put the strap-on on, it was damp to the touch and I first felt the clitoris stimulator. I immediately found it stimulating I was now the owner of a monolithic tool. I had a kick at my beck and call and my husband was happy. I ordered her to roll onto her back, she did. I went down on her, licking out her cunt, I opened her lips with my finger's breadth, and inhaled her wet possibility. Oh god it was so intense, I was in centripetal overdrive, I could now flit my knife into her pussy, she squealed like a slight girl. I imagined my Pete where I was now, breathing the sweaty musky olfactory property of this cleaning lady. I knew nil about her, for all I know she knew everything about me, the only person who knows everything is walking round the bedroom with a camera, filming the action.

I rose from her wet hole and started to kiss her belly, moved slowly upwards to her ample tits and started to fondle them. My tongue darted and licked at her nipples. She arched her back to fulfill my rise and I placed my entire body upon her. As I lowered my body over hers, I inserted the end of the strap-on dildo into her slippery time slot. And immediately felt the clit stimulator press into my most sensitive area. I squeaked with delectation, Claire started to wriggle with delight but as I only had a slight bod, I was in fear of being thrown off, like a rodeo copper throwing its passenger. Then Pete approached me from behind, spat onto his raise phallus and inserted it into my plastered virginal arsehole. I was now the jam in a Claire and Pete sandwich…….


Chapter 5

…….I knife thrust forwards into Claire then backwards onto Pete. What a opinion, again forwards and backwards, I started a nice regular recurrence. Each fourth dimension I looked forwards into Claire's eye, sometimes they looked oceanic abyss into mine, early sentence she looked over my shoulder at Pete. I increased my tread as my heart pace pulsed, inscrutable and cryptical, forwards and back. Faster and faster, I was getting wet but nowhere near an coming. Claire however, now there was an orgasm waiting to befall. I quickened my pace, thrusting into her and back onto Pete. Her hint started to pant, Pete's too on the back of my neck opening, this was great. I was the woof, in their orgasm sandwich. I was fully in bearing. I thrust harder and deeper, my tempo increased further. My compressed bunghole gripping around Pete's pecker in out, in out, up down, up down. Their external respiration got shallower not even panting fully now, just like when a dog had been on a loyal run, but without their spit hanging out. I knew it, just a few to a greater extent poke and I would win, my clitoris was wet, too wet. I was turned on, but, this meter I was going to fulfil them both. In out, in out I rocked faster and faster, harder and harder, their breathing changed, in out, in out, faster and faster and then in unison, you might even say stereo. They both tensed up then exhaled and with a loudly cry they shouted"OH….. MY…… GOD….. ”. I felt Pete's length get-go to pump, throbbing into my arse, Claire was riding, writhing, squirming, into her inscrutable climax. Pete collapsed onto me and I collapsed under his torso weight onto Claire, his cum oozing out of my arsehole and Claire's heavy panting and hot breath in my ear.

We rested for a while, then I motioned for Pete to wind off, which he did and I climbed off Claire. I needed some food, what time was it ? I looked at the clock, a little after noonday. I walked into the kitchen, Pete surfaced, Claire too. I said I needed a little bite to eat………….. nothing impenetrable I couldn't belly anything heavy. Claire and Pete sat at the table, I suggested a yoghurt, Pete screwed his face up but Claire smiled and said"yes please, any flavour ”. As we were eating our yoghurt Pete's tool, appeared to be sad, hanging hobble and lifeless. Looking down at the level, I looked across at Claire and caught her eye. I motioned with my oculus towards Pete's groin. She stood up appearing to walk to the sink. As she passed him she looked down to see his sad phallus looking so forlorn. She dripped the remnant of her yoghurt rightfulness into Pete's lap, bullseye, it landed right on his member. He jumped up, shouting"you daft bugger ”. Claire slyly looked at him, bent down onto her knee joint and started to clobber the yoghurt off him. He sat back down on the chairperson a smirky grin on his face, I thought we lady friend needed to learn him a thing or two.

Once he was seated, Claire straddled his thigh, her hot wet brim immediately sliming where she sat and her finger pick up excavation into his chest just enough to wound but not enough to break the skin."I have something to soothe the pain sensation"I said, he looked at me and said"please ”. I took my yoghurt pot and poured it over his tattooed sight, Claire went into overdrive. She covered him with overemotional buss and lapped at his gruelling pulsing dresser. This got him so aroused, he rose from the chairwoman grasping under Claire's tail and carried her, astride him back to the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and lowered his strong muscular body on top of her, he entered her wet slippery hole ( very easily ) and when he was balls deep, he lifted her ramification over his articulatio humeri. I was overjealous, god I was envious. Once he had her pegleg where he wanted them he rolled forward once again, doubling Claire up so her calf were almost by her pinna, I thought ( if that had been me, I could have wrapped my legs behind my own mind ) I was still that supple. Once he was comfy and dependable ( well he thought he was ) I quietly crept into the bedroom, you see I hadn't removed the strap-on and now it was his turn.

I crawled onto the bed behind him, the strap-on still glistening with Claire's juices. I lifted onto my ft so I was squatted behind him and slowly and surely started to enter him. He looked over his berm and winked, I was shocked, had he planned this all along. I rode him deep, bareback, humping his very being. I scrapped my nails down his strong muscular back, he seemed to wish this too. What could I do, my married man of ten years knew my every motion before I made it, I withdrew the strap-on almost to the point where it would fall out, then thrust it back in him. It took his breath away slightly, so I did it again. A footling harder then harder still. He was panting intemperately and making moaning noises ( joy or pain in the neck ), I wasn't sure. I got my thumb, this nail was slightly longer than my finger, I pressed it hard against the rim of his arse and he screamed. Now this prison term I knew, it was botheration and I loved giving it to him…….


Chapter 6

…….His adrenalin kicked in by now and the painful sensation seemed to subside. So I withdrew, I removed the strap-on, and joined them once again on the bed. Claire's wooden leg still over Pete's strong shoulder joint, Pete humping her very regular. I looked at his egg dismission, it was bashing against Claire's pussy and rump. I said out loud"you pathetic thing, do you desire some care"and with that I opened my mouth and took his sack in. Pete was delighted, you see he trimmed his pubic fuzz neatly also under his coat of arms, but as for the rest of him he was hairless. At the gym where he attended, they had a dressing facility, and once a calendar month he had a waxing and massage.

I had images going through my mind once again. What services did Pete, get at the gym I thought. He always came back refreshed, my mind wandered. You see I went to a gym, about three multiplication a month, just a modest workout for me and ladies only, Pete insisted on that. But his was a mixed adroitness, and I thought what if the peach therapist's, were female and offered, special's. The opinion washed over me, did he get other kicks, a blond beauty, after inflicting pain by waxing him. Massaging his taught body then stroking him and giving his pecker a rub, a suck, or even straddling him and riding him. This idea turned me on, I started to jerk off myself, sucking his balls, fingering myself and getting very, very wet. I brought myself off this clock time, to a quiet down but truly fulfilled orgasm.

Pete was now pumping harder indoors Claire, she was moaning deliriously, with joy I hope. I couldn't keep open his sack in my mouth, so I got up, found the camcorder and urge on record. As I stepped around the bed filming the two of them fucking each other like two hare, on heat. They both worked up into frenzy ; moaning, groaning, sweating and swearing at each other. Until the two of them, finally orgasmed together. Pete rolled off and onto his back, Claire rolled towards him, raising one leg to rub his hot sweaty thigh and I put the tv camera down, to crawl across the bed to be on his other side. Replicating Claire's stupefy with my leg rubbing his former second joint, Pete spoke"I am so glad you two get on ”, he continued"you see Claire's lease is up on her apartment and I want her to make a motion in with us ”."she can have the spare room, for most of the time and we can have threesome's once a calendar month ”."What do you retrieve, Sarah ”, he said and with that we all fell in to a oceanic abyss restful sleep, with sweet dreaming of our last few hours of exploits.

The end .