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I guess ours isn’t an unusual story, Paul and I married
in 1990, I was a silly eighteen year old girl and Paul
was twenty, just starting his own building business and
married life in the same year. I didn’t have a career
as such, just spent my forty hours a week in an un-
demanding office job, earning minimum wage but it
didn’t matter as Paul was doing very well in his ‘one-
man-band’ building operation.
All went ‘normally’, well, unremarkably, I didn’t fall
pregnant as I, or should I say everybody expected, I
did try, we tried to start our family but nothing
happened in the first ten years of marriage and at
twenty eight years old I was beginning to feel that I
would never get to have a child of my own. We had done
all the tests, fertility and everything; there was
nothing wrong with either of us that the doctors could
find.
Two things happened that changed things, you could say
kick-start things off, Paul brought a laptop computer
for the millennium, his present to himself and we got a
new next-door neighbour, Tom. Tom was twenty years
older than Paul but looked exactly the same age, he was
so tanned that when he moved in I thought he was Asian.
A week after moving in, Tom had a house warming party,
the only people there were from our street, he didn’t
appear to have any local friends; our street only had
eight houses on it, built on a triangle of land bounded
on one side by a railway line and the other by a major
road. Tom’s and our house were on one side of the road,
backing on to a wood lined railway and the other six
houses were built on the other side of the road. It’s
strange but we had lived in the street for ten years
without ever really having anything to do with our
neighbours, the other families all had children which
was possibly why we had so little in common and also
explained why at ten O’clock there was only Tom, Paul
and I left in Tom’s house.
That’s when Tom opened up, lots of alcohol had flowed
and it seemed to lubricate Tom’s mouth, we learned a
lot about Tom’s thirty years in the Army, the reason
for his deep tan was working for more than ten years in
the middle east impersonating an Arab. I was impressed
at Tom’s intelligence, he spoke fluent Arabic and had
many books in his bookcase written in Arabic, French
and German, Tom was also mega-fit, Paul had spent ten
years working hard as a builder and I thought he was
fit but Tom made him look like a weakling.
When we got home I felt guilty, I realised that I
wanted sex with Paul, but Paul hadn’t been the one who
had made me so excited, Tom had done that, I also knew
that Paul would have been very suspicious if I had
asked for sex or initiated the act in any way, I had
never done anything like that in the ten years we had
been married, in bed I lay awake, I couldn’t get the
image of Tom out of my head.
I could tell that Paul was sleeping soundly and allowed
my fingers to stray between my legs, I didn’t take my
panties off, just hooked a finger under the leg-elastic
and allowed it to slip into my vagina. I was surprised
at just how wet I was down there and just how quickly I
climaxed, I wanted to drive myself into a full blown
climax but settled for a gentle shuddering orgasm, I
didn’t want to disturb Paul and get caught in that
situation, then I slept, still very frustrated but at
least the edge of my sexual tension had been blunted.
Paul started to spend more and more time chatting to
people in chat rooms, most wives would have bitched
about that but not me, we had been going through a
slack period, sexually, we had done all the ‘fuck when
the time is optimum’, fuck and then me stand on my
head, Paul in boxers for twelve months to let the
cooling air circulate around his balls. After all that
it was no wonder that we had just both given up making
the effort, given up loving, we shared the same bed,
sere still best friends, I’m sure there was no other
woman in Paul’s life and there was no other man in
mine, we had simply given up.
Then it started, Paul had spent most of one Saturday on
the computer, I was reading a book, I noticed from time
to time that Paul’s typing speed increased, he was
getting very into his conversations, I also noticed
that as his typing speed increased his trousers formed
a little tent, I pretended to read and watched Paul
closely, he was definitely getting turned on quite a
lot as he typed.
At midnight I decided to call it a night and go to bed,
Paul had often continued chatting on the Internet for
an hour or more after I threw in the towel and went up
to bed but not tonight, Paul switched off the computer
and was in bed by the time I came out of the toilet.
Paul began kissing and stroking me as soon as I got
into bed, he was more demonstrative even than on our
wedding night, he was both loving and bestial, we made
love and fucked, Paul pushed and pulled me into more
positions than I thought possible, at around one thirty
in the morning I realised that even though I had been
taken to many orgasms Paul still hadn’t climaxed at
all.
Paul was talking dirty, telling me what he wanted to
try, doing things that he had never done before, then
he got a glint in his eye, he hopped off the bed and
pulled my head to the edge of the bed, he pressed his
cock against my lips but I refused to open my mouth, he
took himself in his hand, pumped his cock hard a few
times and then fired off his sperm all over my face.
I wasn’t sure whether I was disgusted or turned on, I
thought that perhaps after such a great sex session I
should have opened my lips and allowed him to do as he
wished but that was one step too far, then as I took
jet after jet of red hot semen all over my face I
wished I had given in, the thick salty fluid burned my
eyes slightly and I knew that it would have been better
to have it in my mouth than all over my face, I’d have
to go and wash again, I also watched as his cock shrank
back as soon as it had finished firing all over my face
and knew that the session had ended.
Paul was sleeping by the time I had cleaned myself up,
changed my nighty and used the toilet, I didn’t sleep
for hours, I realised that the sudden awakening in
Paul’s sex drive was as a result of ‘adult chats’ to
people in the chat rooms he had spent most of the day
talking too, did it really matter why my husband fucked
me the way he had, what had been the catalyst, and did
it really matter that the sex wasn’t designed to
procreate, his seed had washed all over my face rather
than into my womb.
I had never seen him masturbate before, I knew that he
had done it while we were courting, we would kiss and
cuddle and then he would go to the toilet before seeing
me safely home, I knew back then that he was
masturbating himself instead of risking going too far
before our wedding night and I respected him for it,
but since our wedding day all sex had been designed to
produce a new life, or at least try too, however
unsuccessfully.
I woke at nine O’clock on Sunday morning, I’d love the
opportunity to sleep late on a Sunday but the lawn
mowers, trimmers and DIY fanatics in the area put paid
to that concept. Paul’s space at my side was not only
empty but cold too, usually I would have got up, used
the toilet then dressed before going down stairs, today
was slightly different, I was very sore between my legs
from Paul’s more bestial excesses of Saturday night, I
would probably need a long soak in the bath to ease the
soreness, maybe even a salt water bath, I’d have to see
how I felt after my first cup of coffee.
I had a dressing gown on the back of the bedroom door;
it was the ’emergency’ cover in case the house ever
caught fire in the middle of the night, I would never
normally dream of walking around the house in such a
state of undress but today I decided to risk it. I went
from toilet to kitchen and made coffee and toast and
took Paul a tray through to the living room with
coffee, toast and preserves, I carried the try through
the dining room and on into the living room, this meant
that I was approaching Paul from behind.
I managed to read quite a bit of his conversation with
someone called “Lincolnshire Poacher”, Paul was
complaining that I hadn’t sucked his cock the previous
night, even thought he had pleasured me for over an
hour, Lincolnshire Poacher’s reply was simple, “Don’t
fuck the bitch again until she’s sucked you then!”
I was very shocked to see that Paul was sitting on the
sofa wearing just his boxer shorts, he was obscured
from the window by the trolley his laptop stood on, as
I sat on the sofa, on his right hand side, I looked at
the large picture window in front of me and realised
that anyone walking in front of the house would be able
to see me sitting there dressed in only my dressing
gown and nighty, I really needed to put up some net
curtains to maintain a little privacy, not that I
generally sat around dressed this way. Paul finished
his coffee and pushed the laptop trolley away from him.
I looked at the window now, nervously, Paul could now
be seen from the road, I wasn’t sure why I was so
worried about us being seen in our own living room
dressed the way we were but I was never really
comfortable unless correctly dressed. Paul turned to me
and began kissing me, I felt the slightest of tugs as
he untied the chord holding my dressing gown closed, he
pushed my dressing gown wide open and slipped his left
hand onto my breasts as his right hand slipped behind
my head. Paul’s left hand was massaging my breasts much
too hard and pulling my face against his much too hard
too.
After a few minutes Paul’s left hand started to wander
down my body, he started pulling my nighty up and as he
exposed my panties I heard a sound that made me freeze,
Tom, the guy who lived next door started his petrol
lawnmower up, he was starting to cut the grass on his
front lawn, there was almost no place on his front lawn
that he couldn’t see into our living room. There was a
sudden stabbing pain between my legs as Paul’s fingers
started to invade my body, I pushed his hand away and
told him that I was too sore after the previous nights
excesses.
Paul pulled away from me, he looked wounded, this had
been the first time I had ever rejected him, there were
two reasons that I didn’t want Paul to have sex with me
in the living room, I had chosen the one I thought most
reasonable, the other reason was that I didn’t want to
be caught in a compromising position by one of our
neighbours.
Maybe I should have mentioned that reason too, Paul got
a strange glint In his eye, then he started pulling my
head towards his lap with his right hand as he pulled
the front of his boxers down with his left hand, he was
rock hard and rampant, my lips were bumping up against
his cock head in seconds, I considered my usual
response, keeping my mouth closed but I remembered the
message from Lincolnshire Poacher and opened my mouth,
“Ouch, don’t let your teeth scrape against it!” Paul
said through gritted teeth.
My head was being pressed down lower and lower, I had
both hands working flat out trying to keep my dressing
gown closed and my nighty covering as much of my body
as possible then his cock head suddenly hit the back of
my throat, I had to leave my nighty and dressing gown
to fend for themselves, I needed both hands to push
back off of the seat cushion to prevent choking on his
cock. Paul was giving me lots of directions, like
“close your lips on the shaft”, “suck”, “Lick the
shaft” and “Lick the head”.
It wasn’t at all unpleasant, nothing like as horrible
as I had always imagined it, then there was a sudden
bitter salty taste, Paul was nowhere near his climax so
it must have been a shot of pre-cum, then things
started hotting up with Paul, I was managing to keep my
head high enough to stop his cock hitting the back of
my throat but then Paul started to lift his bottom up
off of the couch seat, he was getting very excited, his
upward thrusting was increasing and he kept striking my
oesophagus with his cock head, trying to remember all
of Paul’s instructions and the constant pressure of his
cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat I
forgot all about Tom next door cutting his grass and
getting closer all the time to seeing Paul and I
‘performing’ on the sofa.
There was a sudden rush of thick, bitter, salty fluid
filling my mouth, there was little room for it in my
mouth and I was forced to swallow quickly to prevent
choking on it, Paul shuddered, every muscle in his body
went into spasm and he forced his thighs up higher than
ever and his cock head engaged with my oesophagus and I
felt a jet of scalding hot fluid injected directly into
my throat followed by a second and a third.
As Paul’s cock shrunk and fell from my mouth I was
suddenly aware of two things, one, the taste in my
mouth was totally foul and I desperately needed to
brush my teeth, gargle with mouthwash and then brush my
teeth again, two, Tom’s lawnmower had stopped moving,
the engine was just ticking over and it sounded very
close to our living room window. I looked in the
direction of the sound; Tom was standing, looking
directly at me, resting on the handle of his lawnmower.
My eyes flashed quickly down my body, I was trying to
push myself up into a sitting position but Paul was
still holding me down, my dressing gown was wide open,
the bottom of my nighty was bunched up around my waste
and my panties were totally on display to anyone
passing the window. I broke free from Paul’s grip, “I
need a bath in salt water, and gargle with mouthwash”,
I said, Paul just smiled at me, I had managed to cover
myself up and looked out at Tom, he smiled at me and
waved his hand, then he pulled the clutch lever on the
mower, it jerked into life and he turned away and
continued to cut the grass.
In the bath I couldn’t get the image of Tom from my
mind, he had seen me at my worst and it looked like he
had enjoyed what he saw, even though I was sore between
my legs, and I certainly couldn’t use the excuse to
myself that it had been a very long time since I had
sex, I slipped soapy fingers into my body and began to
masturbate myself for the second time in my life, and
for the second time in my life the image that flooded
through my mind as I pleasured myself was that of Tom
and not my husband Paul.
The sun was beating down, I was wrapped in just a
towel, I had pleasured myself for so long that the
salty water I had been bathing in had turned cold, I
looked into the back garden, the sun looked wonderful,
I should have dressed and then done my housework but
instead I made myself a long drink of white wine and
lemon aid with a mountain of ice in the glass, I took
the drink into the garden and set up a lounger and
table.
I had intended to go back into the house and put on a
t-shirt and jogging trousers but the sun began to heat
my body through the towel and I decided that just a few
minutes in my towel would be OK, the only people who
would see me would be passing by at eighty miles an
hour on the main railway line behind my garden, oh and
maybe Tom from next door, but I had heard his car leave
the close while I had been masturbating in the bath. I
drank the wine mix in a few sips, it was eleven o’clock
in the morning and I was drinking alcohol in my back
garden.
“Are you OK?” “Sally!” I felt a hand shaking my
shoulder, “Sally, are you OK?” I had fallen asleep in
the heat of the sun and began a wonderful alcohol
induced dream about the wonderful Tom, Then Tom’s face
came into view, I didn’t know if I was still dreaming
or awake, “Are you OK?” I suddenly snapped too, I was
awake, Tom had stepped over the low fence separating
our gardens and was shaking me awake, then I realised
there was a bigger problem, the towel that had been
covering me at eleven o’clock had fallen completely
open and the sun had severally burned my body, it was
almost three pm and I was glowing like I was radio-
active.
Tom called out to Paul in the house but there was no
answer, Paul had been called out while I was in the
bath and he had left a note saying he would be back as
soon as he could but I had missed it totally as I had
just assumed he was playing with his friends on the
internet. “You need to go to the hospital! I’ve seen
what the sun can do to European skin.” Tom took me to
casualty, I had dressed in a white Indian cotton dress,
I had no underwear on as it was too painful, as I left
the house and got into Tom’s car I realised that the
dress was almost see through, in the past I had only
ever worn it with a blouse and slip under it, I
couldn’t worry about the propriety of it all, I was in
too much pain.
Tom took me to the hospital but Paul turned up to take
me home, I was very disappointed, the hospital had
given me a morphine based painkilling injection and
about a gallon of liquids to replace the lost fluids
from my sunburn accident, and I was feeling very
giggly, very happy and very horny, if Tom had taken me
home I would have offered him something, maybe even
offered to suck him off even though I didn’t really
practice it, the rest of my body would have been out of
bounds due to the severe burns, maybe I could have gone
on all fours for him and taken him doggy style.
My body was out of action for a month, the problem for
Paul was that because of my tender skin I was walking
around the house almost nude all the time, even panties
were too much for me to put up with, I was bored
because I couldn’t go to work, Paul was super horny
from seeing me scantily clad all the time and from his
conversations with the Lincolnshire poacher and his
other friends on the Internet. I got use to giving Paul
a daily blow job, he wanted it more than once a day but
I put my foot down.
I got quite good at bringing him off, learnt what he
liked, how to make him climax quickly, how to hold him
back, teasing him to a mind blowing orgasm, I even got
use to the taste of sperm, not like it but get to not
mind, I also became able to take his cock into my
oesophagus without choking or even gagging. Tom and I
had coffee every day, usually within minutes of Paul
leaving for work, Tom made it quite clear that he would
love to have sex with me, no one had actually ever said
the words, “I want to fuck your ass off” to me before,
Paul had never mentioned wanting to fuck me verbally,
with him it was all body language, he had verbalised
his orgasmic tension during sex but never come out cold
and asked for it, Tom did though.
My convalescence had been over about a month when Paul
came in and told me that Tom had invited us to dinner
on Friday night, Tom had held two parties for everyone
in the close since his introductory party, I had
declined his invitation due to my illness but now there
was no impediment.
When Paul and I arrived I was surprised to find a
strange woman opening the door to Tom’s house, the
neighbours hadn’t all been invited, just Paul, I and
this… tall, perfectly formed young woman, “Hi, I’m
Rachael, Tom’s daughter. You must be Paul!” Rachael
extended her hand to Paul, she ignored me totally,
Rachael and Paul were still holding hands making small
talk ten minutes later when Tom called us into the
dining room to eat.
Paul sat next to Rachael and I sat by Tom, the meal was
simple, stake with dressed salad, the stake was
unbelievable, my knife slipped through it like a hot
knife through butter, to Paul and Rachael Tom and I
didn’t exist at all, Tom told me that his daughter was
twenty years old, very experienced sexually. Tom had
his hand on my knee within seconds of us sitting next
to each other, I looked nervously at Paul to see if he
noticed, and if he did what his reaction would be, he
didn’t notice at all and before I was half way through
my stake Tom’s fingers were easing my knickers aside to
explore my inner folds.
He had flipped the hem of my dress onto my waste so
that he could see my knickers and the hairs that tried,
unsuccessfully, to hide my sex from view. We didn’t get
to sweet, Tom suggested to Rachael that she should show
Paul her music selection and let him chose something to
listen too, as they left the room he said, “They’ll be
in bed fucking before the first chorus is over!”
I let Tom kiss me for the first time, he led me up
stairs to his bedroom, stopping briefly at the door to
the room his daughter was sleeping in during her visit,
the sound of sex was quite clear during the silent
passages in the music. Tom took me into his room; he
undressed me totally, kissed every inch of my body as
he undressed me.
Tom was gentle, powerful, loving, inventive,
extroverted, and willing to teach me everything he
loved about sex, I was worried that Paul would finish
fucking Rachael and then come looking for me but Tom
assuaged my fears, “I’ve never known Rachael to let a
new fuck partner out of her room in less than three
hours, and I asked her to take her time with Paul.” His
words and smile put me totally at ease.
Tom may have been old but he knew how to fuck, he took
me to the edge of many climaxes, taking me to that
point where I was breathless but not quite into a
proper climactic state, after two hours he started to
fuck me with animal passion, drove me into a screaming
banshee of a woman, I had never made those sounds in my
life before, Tom had used his eight inch cock to drive
me to the very edge of insanity and then allow me down
only to drive me onward again. I used my new found
skill to give Tom pleasure with my mouth; he managed to
get the head of his cock all the way into my throat
before firing his seed deep into my belly without
leaving the nasty salty taste in my mouth.
I was ready to get dressed, Tom had given me two hours
of pleasure and I had given him one climax I was
expecting everything to be over now that Tom had fired
his seed into my throat. “Are you finished?” I was
shocked that it was Tom asking me that question, “I
thought that because you have had your climax you would
want to go to sleep now!” Tom shook his head, “Let’s
just check what Paul and Rachael are up to first!” Tom
said.
Tom led me by the hand out on to the landing, I could
hear music and the sound of sex, Tom eased the door
open and we both peeked into the bedroom, I didn’t feel
at all uncomfortable being nude in Tom’s house, I did
feel a little uncomfortable standing there with Tom
naked too, standing looking into the bedroom where my
husband was fucking a woman almost half his age, Paul
looked terrible, just over two hours of sex was four
times longer than he had ever performed with me and he
looked like it was starting to show on his body.
Tom left his daughters door open and started to fuck me
standing there within feet of my husband and his
daughter, if Paul had looked up he would have been able
to see me taking Tom’s very large erection into my
pussy as we both stood there face to face. ~Tom lifted
my legs one at a time so that he was now carrying me
with my legs around his waste; he carried me slowly
into his bedroom, fucking one stroke into me with each
step.
Tom almost threw me onto his bed and then he did a
swallow dive on top of me, he fucked me with great
power and force, I was picturing the image of Paul and
Rachael in my mind as Tom fucked me, I lost track of
time, even though Paul could have tired any moment and
come looking for me, Tom was a typical man, it would be
perfectly OK for him to take the young woman up on her
offer for sex, after all she couldn’t make him
pregnant, and just as the thought of pregnancy passed
through my mind Tom’s sperm started to pass through my
cervix and deep into my womb, I was actually screaming
at the top of my lungs as a magnificent orgasm ripped
through my own body just as Tom was climaxing into my
body, I had felt nothing like that in all my life.
Suddenly Tom’s bedroom door opened and I actually felt
my heart stop beating, it had to be Paul, alerted to my
infidelity with Tom by the baying and screaming that I
was doing, I held my breath and then relaxed, it was
Rachael walking into her father’s bedroom, Tom pulled
his softening cock from my pussy, I had expected him to
want to cover us both up as his daughter walked in but
he seemed to be perfectly happy for his daughter to see
the two of us nude, as she was perfectly happy for her
father and I to see her totally nude. “Oww! Daddy,
you’ve finished without me!”
Tom just smiled at his daughter, “Sorry darling.” Was
all Tom said to his daughter. “Paul’s sleeping; I think
he has over tired himself!” Rachael said as she slipped
onto Tom’s bed by my side, she slid closer to me and
pressed her mouth to my ear to kiss me there and then
to whisper “Did he fill you right up?” I didn’t respond
to her, I did feel myself blush, the heat of my
embarrassment turning my face a bright scarlet.
Rachael didn’t wait for an answer from me, she had
already decided on finding out for herself, Rachael
slipped down the bed and started kissing and sucking my
breasts, I froze to the spot, in my head I was
screaming out, “What the fuck are you doing to me you
freaky bitch!” But I couldn’t get any words out of my
mouth, all I could do was lie there still as a board.
Rachael kissed her way down my body and when she got to
my pussy she started to lick deeply to get at her
fathers deposit that he had left in the ‘Bank of
Sally’s pussy’.
“Mmmmm, he’s been saving himself for you for quite some
time judging from the taste in here!” I was trying to
disappear from view into Tom’s mattress until his
daughter finally pressed the right buttons inside of my
body, I started to climax all over again, Rebecca
worked on my pussy with her mouth as she turned her
body through one-hundred and eighty degrees and lifted
her leg over my head and lowered her pussy down to my
mouth, expecting me to reciprocate the oral loving on
her, she drove my pussy a little harder and I did
reciprocate, eating my husband’s sperm from Rachael’s
body, I didn’t take her anywhere close to the orgasmic
plateau that she had taken me too, she was obviously
very well experienced in performing oral sex on a woman
and this was my first ever time.
I decided that I couldn’t take any more pleasure and
was collecting my clothes together, Tom suggested that
as Paul was sleeping I should just go into his
daughters room and get into her bed with him, Rachael
would stop in her fathers room with him, he had watched
Rachael and I having oral sex for thirty minutes and as
I left the room I noticed that Tom had his full
erection once again, as I slipped quietly from Tom’s
room I was aware of the sounds of sex coming from the
room behind me.
I looked over my shoulder and saw father and daughter
on the bed together and Tom was pounding his cock
instantly into his daughters body, I wish I could have
had the courage to stop and watch, it would have been a
big blast to see two people fucking but the thought of
the incest issue made me scurry away to lie by my
husband’s side. I slipped into an instant sleep, my
body relaxed, all traces of frustration gone, I managed
to get into bed without Paul even feeling me arrive.
It was still dark in the morning when Paul rolled over
onto the top of my body and started fucking me wildly,
it took several thrusts before I woke up fully and
turned the light on, Paul seemed genuinely shocked to
see that it was my lying under him, he knew from the
bed that he wasn’t at home and I definitely got the
feeling that Paul had hoped that the woman now under
him was the twenty year old girl and not his enchant
wife, then he smiled and started fucking me a little
gentler and took me to a gentle orgasm before filling
my pussy with his spunk.
I hope you liked my little swinging story, if I get
enough reaction from this story there will be another
story at least.
Annalisa
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