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I will tell you the truth about what happened not that long ago.
I may not be perfect any more but men still find me attractive. I know that for sure because I am always being, flirted with, chatted up, accidentally touched.... I am sure the girls know to what I refer. I even had a cabby recently suggest I could pay him with my charms rather than money. I legged it immediately you will be pleased to know, I am not having that at all. But nice to be found sufficiently attractive.
A few weeks back at a family wedding a couple of the ushers tried it on at the reception. My husband was there, in the room, and yet they still both thought I was worth a crack at, they had no chance.
I love my fella, but sex, it has to be said, is not quite as exciting as it once was. I think he knows that so has tried to spice it up a bit. Recently he has taken to whispering his fantasies in my ear when we are having sex. They revolve around me being taken by other men in various standard, and not so standard, situations. Sometimes whilst he is on top of me he will suggest I imagine I am being ravished by two black men, spit roasted, turned round and round, you know the sort of thing.
Another is where we are at a club and a few young men separate me from him and start to grope me and he has to watch helplessly as I willing surrender to them. Recently he has fixated on a particular line where I am speared by a man with a massive weapon. I become a slave to his enormous and rigid equipment and become his sex slave whilst my husband is forced to watch. More and more of his fantasies revolve around him watching me with other men.
I am not specially turned on by his stories but he seems to like pushing the boundaries of what he suggests. None of the suggestions are non consenting but in plenty of them I start out rather reluctant. It makes him happy...
We recently had a chance for a few days away without the k**s. We got a good deal to one of those warm, lazy islands in the Med. It was wonderful.
The second night there, we had just gone to bed and were cuddling in. Nothing much had happened yet although I could tell he wanted to play. But I had to stop him, I needed to tell him something. I whispered that when we were down in the bar earlier, I had felt a man’s hand on my bum.
At first it was just a slight touch, I wasn’t sure at first if it was an accidental brush or whether it was intended so I ignored it. Then it was back, definitely stroking from one side to the other. I moved away a little, it may yet have been an accident. But then a third touch and this time there was absolutely no doubt my arse cheek was being squeezed, quite firmly, first one, then the other.
I supposed I should have brushed the hand away but I am British and didn’t want to make a fuss, so I just looked round to see who the perpetrator was. It seemed to me it was quite a nice looking young man, late 20s, tall. Mind you all young men of that age seem nice looking to me nowadays. I liked the attention and I have to admit I enjoyed the idea of him fancying me. That is more of a turn on than my hubby’s fantasies.
The young man looked at me and smiled but I didn’t return the favour and I moved away.
I told my husband all this and asked him what he thought. He didn’t say much but he did ask me if I enjoyed the unexpected attention and I admitted to him it was flattering and nice. But I then took control of the moment and grasped my hubby’s balls and then moved to his rod and stroked it slowly. I got close to him and snuggled as much as I could without letting go of his manhood.
‘What would you have thought if I had of let him go a bit further?’
It was my turn to drive the fantasy.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked. So I suggested instead of moving away from the stranger, I had have moved closer, let him have a proper feel of my rear asset. Perhaps encourage him to slip his hand under my skirt.
I let that tableau hang in the air, I darted my tongue in my husband’s ear. He had gone very quiet but his penis was the stiffest it had been since I don’t know when. I let my tongue play around his ear and his neck in a way I know he loves. I said he had to realise that there was a man somewhere in the hotel that was at that very moment imagining what he might be doing to me if i had of let him touch me more.
My husband was very silent, but I went on, ‘imagine if I had gone off with him and let him pull down my knickers, touch me, get me hot and wet, just imagine.’
And whilst whispering this in his ear I was stroking his cock and it was really throbbing in my hand, I was afraid I would finish him off far too quickly, so I stopped and just held it.
‘Do you like the idea of him wanking over the thought of fucking me? Do you like the idea that in the hotel is a man that wants to fuck your wife and is spurting his stuff out right now imagining me in his arms.’
And my husband almost imperceptibly said he loved the idea. The very thought of men lusting over me was clearly a mega turn on for him, and without realising what was happening, I had started leaking juice form between my own legs. I was hot.
Oh my, what now? Dare I go a touch further?
‘You keep talking about watching me with other men....’
I licked his ear and started stroking his penis again. I climbed on top of him and slid his throbbing dick inside my wet hole. I have to confess I am not usually that easily aroused, usually he has to perform oral for a considerable time to get me sufficiently turned on so I can climb straight on top of him, but that night I was, as they say, a bitch on heat. The thought of this man fucking me had turned me on too.
Hubby started to thrust but I told him not yet. I gyrated a bit and continued to whisper as quietly as I could but remaining audible.
‘You keep talking about watching me with other men.... would you like to make it come true?’
I pushed my tongue back in his ear.
‘Would you like to watch me get fucked by him, we can do it tomorrow night’
Then I started riding him. ‘Answer me. Shall we make it happen tomorrow?’
I was ridding him quite hard and he was responding, with his hands on my hips, forcing me down to meet his up thrusts, but no answer. He couldn’t answer because he was so over excited, he was spurting inside me, and I was nowhere near conclusion. ‘You’ll have to finger my clit till I come.’ I had never talked to him or any other man like that before but I needed satisfaction and I wanted to know if he was going to take up my offer to let myself get fucked.
He brought me off with his fingers; he is very good at that.
We cleaned up and snuggled in intimately and I asked him again if he wanted me to perform for him with the young man. And he said he that he did, if I was entirely happy so to do...
Next night in the bar we waited, sure enough the young fellow turned up and this time it was me that was the predator and him the prey. I made sure I was available and sure enough he came close and touched my rear end. But this time I grabbed his hand and pressed it closer, so he slipped his arm round me and I melted back into his arms.
Let’s cut the long story short.
I took his hand and led him to the hotel lift, we got in and hubby got in too. In the lift I went straight to work playing the perfect sexy slut. I rubbed him between the legs, he was obviously well endowed which was lucky and even better very excited. I told him I would be at his disposal..... Nice choice of word I thought, but for him to have me, my old man wanted to be in attendance to watch.
OK he said, no problem. If we wanted we could do it as a threesome, but I insisted it was one on one and hubby was not allowed to touch me or himself until the visitor had departed the room!
We all understood the ground rules.
In the room I quickly had the young man’s trousers off and was admiring his beautiful equipment. It was rather larger than my man’s both in length and girth, this would be an experience. I wanted to tease both of them with my oral skills but realised I may not get that much into my mouth. I perched on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me. I started to lick his shaft slowly and caress the tip but he had other ideas. He had it in mind to drive it in as hard as he could. He grabbed my hair, a handful on both sides of my head and told me in no uncertain terms to open up.
I did as I was told and wow, was it a challenge to get it in. My jaw was stretched to what felt like breaking but he pushed in as deep as he was able. He thrust in quite a few times and I was dribbling and gagging. He kept one hand on the back of my head to ensure I didn’t get away and the other reached down to grope my breasts. He pushed his hand inside my flimsy top and managed to push my bra down. I had one breast on display and he was squeezing it much too hard.
He withdrew from my mouth, he wasn’t hanging about. He pushed my top right down and got the second breast out. He was mauling them roughly. He pushed me back, hoicked my legs up, pushed up my rather short skirt and virtually tore my knickers from me. A quick fingering to make sure I was wet and with my legs positioned on his shoulders he bent over me and unceremoniously slid his massive weapon inside me.
I was stretched in all directions. Before I had a chance to savour the feeling he withdrew, turns out it hadn’t gone in all the way, he pushed in again, it went further, but still hadn’t penetrated all the way. He withdrew again and then plunged for a third time even deeper and then I knew he was really rammed home, his flesh slapped into mine. Then he stopped for a moment to allow me the chance to realise I was being violated by an exceptional tool and that I needed to worship it as only a wanton slut can. And I have to admit that at that moment all I actually wanted was for him to start his assault on my hot cunt, it was desperate and I started raising my hips as best I could to get a better purchase.
He hadn’t really said much till then but I remember he did say at that point ‘all you prick teasing sluts are the same, once you open your legs all you really want is a hard ride.’ And that is what he did. He rode me really hard and I trembled with pleasure as I came very quickly. I felt pangs of shame and embarrassment knowing I had never experienced pleasure like it with my husband but I needed this monster to keep performing inside me.
And wow, it was such a pleasure and I was so sorry when he finally exploded his jizz inside me and stopped.
He was certainly no gentleman. He whooped it out, wiped it on my skirt that was still bunched around my waist and put his trousers back on. He asked if we would do it again but didn’t wait for a reply, he said he already knew the answer and would meet us in the bar again tomorrow.
He left.
I lay back and asked my husband what he thought. He said he had loved every minute and hoped I wanted to do it again the next evening. But first he needed me to relieve him, and because he had been so kind to me I said if he wanted he could use any orifice he liked to come in.
I may not be perfect any more but men still find me attractive. I know that for sure because I am always being, flirted with, chatted up, accidentally touched.... I am sure the girls know to what I refer. I even had a cabby recently suggest I could pay him with my charms rather than money. I legged it immediately you will be pleased to know, I am not having that at all. But nice to be found sufficiently attractive.
A few weeks back at a family wedding a couple of the ushers tried it on at the reception. My husband was there, in the room, and yet they still both thought I was worth a crack at, they had no chance.
I love my fella, but sex, it has to be said, is not quite as exciting as it once was. I think he knows that so has tried to spice it up a bit. Recently he has taken to whispering his fantasies in my ear when we are having sex. They revolve around me being taken by other men in various standard, and not so standard, situations. Sometimes whilst he is on top of me he will suggest I imagine I am being ravished by two black men, spit roasted, turned round and round, you know the sort of thing.
Another is where we are at a club and a few young men separate me from him and start to grope me and he has to watch helplessly as I willing surrender to them. Recently he has fixated on a particular line where I am speared by a man with a massive weapon. I become a slave to his enormous and rigid equipment and become his sex slave whilst my husband is forced to watch. More and more of his fantasies revolve around him watching me with other men.
I am not specially turned on by his stories but he seems to like pushing the boundaries of what he suggests. None of the suggestions are non consenting but in plenty of them I start out rather reluctant. It makes him happy...
We recently had a chance for a few days away without the k**s. We got a good deal to one of those warm, lazy islands in the Med. It was wonderful.
The second night there, we had just gone to bed and were cuddling in. Nothing much had happened yet although I could tell he wanted to play. But I had to stop him, I needed to tell him something. I whispered that when we were down in the bar earlier, I had felt a man’s hand on my bum.
At first it was just a slight touch, I wasn’t sure at first if it was an accidental brush or whether it was intended so I ignored it. Then it was back, definitely stroking from one side to the other. I moved away a little, it may yet have been an accident. But then a third touch and this time there was absolutely no doubt my arse cheek was being squeezed, quite firmly, first one, then the other.
I supposed I should have brushed the hand away but I am British and didn’t want to make a fuss, so I just looked round to see who the perpetrator was. It seemed to me it was quite a nice looking young man, late 20s, tall. Mind you all young men of that age seem nice looking to me nowadays. I liked the attention and I have to admit I enjoyed the idea of him fancying me. That is more of a turn on than my hubby’s fantasies.
The young man looked at me and smiled but I didn’t return the favour and I moved away.
I told my husband all this and asked him what he thought. He didn’t say much but he did ask me if I enjoyed the unexpected attention and I admitted to him it was flattering and nice. But I then took control of the moment and grasped my hubby’s balls and then moved to his rod and stroked it slowly. I got close to him and snuggled as much as I could without letting go of his manhood.
‘What would you have thought if I had of let him go a bit further?’
It was my turn to drive the fantasy.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked. So I suggested instead of moving away from the stranger, I had have moved closer, let him have a proper feel of my rear asset. Perhaps encourage him to slip his hand under my skirt.
I let that tableau hang in the air, I darted my tongue in my husband’s ear. He had gone very quiet but his penis was the stiffest it had been since I don’t know when. I let my tongue play around his ear and his neck in a way I know he loves. I said he had to realise that there was a man somewhere in the hotel that was at that very moment imagining what he might be doing to me if i had of let him touch me more.
My husband was very silent, but I went on, ‘imagine if I had gone off with him and let him pull down my knickers, touch me, get me hot and wet, just imagine.’
And whilst whispering this in his ear I was stroking his cock and it was really throbbing in my hand, I was afraid I would finish him off far too quickly, so I stopped and just held it.
‘Do you like the idea of him wanking over the thought of fucking me? Do you like the idea that in the hotel is a man that wants to fuck your wife and is spurting his stuff out right now imagining me in his arms.’
And my husband almost imperceptibly said he loved the idea. The very thought of men lusting over me was clearly a mega turn on for him, and without realising what was happening, I had started leaking juice form between my own legs. I was hot.
Oh my, what now? Dare I go a touch further?
‘You keep talking about watching me with other men....’
I licked his ear and started stroking his penis again. I climbed on top of him and slid his throbbing dick inside my wet hole. I have to confess I am not usually that easily aroused, usually he has to perform oral for a considerable time to get me sufficiently turned on so I can climb straight on top of him, but that night I was, as they say, a bitch on heat. The thought of this man fucking me had turned me on too.
Hubby started to thrust but I told him not yet. I gyrated a bit and continued to whisper as quietly as I could but remaining audible.
‘You keep talking about watching me with other men.... would you like to make it come true?’
I pushed my tongue back in his ear.
‘Would you like to watch me get fucked by him, we can do it tomorrow night’
Then I started riding him. ‘Answer me. Shall we make it happen tomorrow?’
I was ridding him quite hard and he was responding, with his hands on my hips, forcing me down to meet his up thrusts, but no answer. He couldn’t answer because he was so over excited, he was spurting inside me, and I was nowhere near conclusion. ‘You’ll have to finger my clit till I come.’ I had never talked to him or any other man like that before but I needed satisfaction and I wanted to know if he was going to take up my offer to let myself get fucked.
He brought me off with his fingers; he is very good at that.
We cleaned up and snuggled in intimately and I asked him again if he wanted me to perform for him with the young man. And he said he that he did, if I was entirely happy so to do...
Next night in the bar we waited, sure enough the young fellow turned up and this time it was me that was the predator and him the prey. I made sure I was available and sure enough he came close and touched my rear end. But this time I grabbed his hand and pressed it closer, so he slipped his arm round me and I melted back into his arms.
Let’s cut the long story short.
I took his hand and led him to the hotel lift, we got in and hubby got in too. In the lift I went straight to work playing the perfect sexy slut. I rubbed him between the legs, he was obviously well endowed which was lucky and even better very excited. I told him I would be at his disposal..... Nice choice of word I thought, but for him to have me, my old man wanted to be in attendance to watch.
OK he said, no problem. If we wanted we could do it as a threesome, but I insisted it was one on one and hubby was not allowed to touch me or himself until the visitor had departed the room!
We all understood the ground rules.
In the room I quickly had the young man’s trousers off and was admiring his beautiful equipment. It was rather larger than my man’s both in length and girth, this would be an experience. I wanted to tease both of them with my oral skills but realised I may not get that much into my mouth. I perched on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me. I started to lick his shaft slowly and caress the tip but he had other ideas. He had it in mind to drive it in as hard as he could. He grabbed my hair, a handful on both sides of my head and told me in no uncertain terms to open up.
I did as I was told and wow, was it a challenge to get it in. My jaw was stretched to what felt like breaking but he pushed in as deep as he was able. He thrust in quite a few times and I was dribbling and gagging. He kept one hand on the back of my head to ensure I didn’t get away and the other reached down to grope my breasts. He pushed his hand inside my flimsy top and managed to push my bra down. I had one breast on display and he was squeezing it much too hard.
He withdrew from my mouth, he wasn’t hanging about. He pushed my top right down and got the second breast out. He was mauling them roughly. He pushed me back, hoicked my legs up, pushed up my rather short skirt and virtually tore my knickers from me. A quick fingering to make sure I was wet and with my legs positioned on his shoulders he bent over me and unceremoniously slid his massive weapon inside me.
I was stretched in all directions. Before I had a chance to savour the feeling he withdrew, turns out it hadn’t gone in all the way, he pushed in again, it went further, but still hadn’t penetrated all the way. He withdrew again and then plunged for a third time even deeper and then I knew he was really rammed home, his flesh slapped into mine. Then he stopped for a moment to allow me the chance to realise I was being violated by an exceptional tool and that I needed to worship it as only a wanton slut can. And I have to admit that at that moment all I actually wanted was for him to start his assault on my hot cunt, it was desperate and I started raising my hips as best I could to get a better purchase.
He hadn’t really said much till then but I remember he did say at that point ‘all you prick teasing sluts are the same, once you open your legs all you really want is a hard ride.’ And that is what he did. He rode me really hard and I trembled with pleasure as I came very quickly. I felt pangs of shame and embarrassment knowing I had never experienced pleasure like it with my husband but I needed this monster to keep performing inside me.
And wow, it was such a pleasure and I was so sorry when he finally exploded his jizz inside me and stopped.
He was certainly no gentleman. He whooped it out, wiped it on my skirt that was still bunched around my waist and put his trousers back on. He asked if we would do it again but didn’t wait for a reply, he said he already knew the answer and would meet us in the bar again tomorrow.
He left.
I lay back and asked my husband what he thought. He said he had loved every minute and hoped I wanted to do it again the next evening. But first he needed me to relieve him, and because he had been so kind to me I said if he wanted he could use any orifice he liked to come in.
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