She had only popped out for a coffee with her friends, but I found himself getting more and more excited.

I wondered what she was doing now and imagined some guy chatting to her in the coffee bar.

I could picture the coffee shop now in my mind. Lil sat opposite this man on a table for two, with groups of Dolls (her friends) at other tables. A few were laughing and making meaningful glances in Lil’s direction. The man had probably been with friends who had moved on to a pub and left him with Lil.

One of the Dolls came over and asked Lil if she was coming to the pub with them. The girls at the table she had left were giggling and it was apparent they meant to follow the man’s friends to whichever pub they had gone to.

Lil looked at her new friend and he shrugged, his face seemingly to say he wasn’t bothered if she went or not, he was happy to stay here with her, or follow the group to the pub.

“No, I said I wouldn’t be long so I’ll finish my drink and go home”.

There was a round of kissing goodbyes with the Dolls and promises to meet up over Christmas if any could be free. Before the last was out of the door and Lil sat down again.

She sipped her tea. It was awful, and quite low. She wondered about getting another because she was enjoying the attention of the man opposite her.

He was probably in his late forties, his dark, slightly curly hair and trim beard just showing signs of grey in patches. He wasn’t overly good looking but he had a nice smile, a good manner, and an infection laugh. She had taken to him as soon as the group had started flirting with the Dolls.

Now they were sat opposite each other.

“So you would rather stop here with me?” he asked cheekily, a glint of a smile in his eyes and lips.

Lil laughed and he joined in with a chuckle

“I said I was going when I finished my tea.”

His hand touched hers holding her cup to tilt it towards him so he could see what was left. It felt like there was a spark of static as he did so that startled her and almost made her spill the tea. His hand held hers though so it didn’t. He held it far too long for her comfort and in the end she pulled it away and he leant back in his chair again with a smile, taking a drink of his own coffee..

Her hand returned to cup and she took a sip before putting it down, deliberately leaving her hand on it, her heart beating faster now, she wondered if he would do it again.

“So what time is it?” he asked and leant forward taking her wrist and tilting it to see the time.

It was only eight, she doubted she would be expected home until nine.

Not the snap of static this time, but his hand holding her felt dominant and a flush of desire or arousal went through her. She was left uncomfortable and drew her hand back again.

She sat, chuckling and answered his question about what time her husband’s curfew was.

She was fully aware now that the two were flirting. He obviously found her attractive, perhaps he thought she would have sex with him. The thought sent a tickle of desire through her; that someone other than her husband might want sex with her both enticed and scared her.

She took another sip of her tea, making the foul brew last. This time she doesn’t leave her hand on the cup, in case he touches her again. She realises she wants him to touch her again.

Perhaps.

As she sips he too sips his coffee, mirroring her actions.

“So you do burlesque dancing?” he asks and she waits for the “at your age” which inevitably comes with it.

It doesn’t.

“Oh yeah, I’m the oldest of the group and should know better”. She giggles. She realises she has giggled and wants to retract it, but once something is done it can’t be undone.

“Do you do public performances, I’d love to watch you”

She feels herself blushing and forces herself past the embarrassment.

“Well I do it more for body confidence, but yeah we do shows”

He smiles and looks dreamy making her look at him quizzically

“What?” she smiles back, unsure of what he finds amusing.

“Just imagining you dancing with little on in front of me”

This times she blushes properly and covers it by a sip of tea. “It isn’t just for you” she retorts as she puts her cup down, this time leaving her hand on.

Once more his hand comes forward and takes hers, freeing it from the cup. “It is if I am the only one there”

She looks at him, his eyes are locked on hers. She can almost sense his desire for her in that look and the trickle of desire becomes wider.

“So when are you next performing?” he is still holding her hand, she should free herself, but she likes the feeling. She realises she hasn’t answered and is instead looking at their hands.

“Oh, er, the Spring”. She takes her hand away, relieved at the drop in intensity and opens her phone.

She looks at it and tells him the venue and date.

“I’ll be there” he smiles at her and they both take another sip of their drinks. Lil notices hers is becoming alarmingly low and sets it down. As her hand leaves her cup, he takes it in his hand.

“And will you dance especially for me?”

“My husband will be there” she says and then curses herself. Why mention him?

“Would he mind?” his thumb strokes the back of her fingers as he holds her hand and looks into her eyes. She avoids meeting his gaze directly.

Would he mind? He always claimed that it was his fantasy to see her with another man, even a threesome with another man. He said he didn’t mind, but it was never going to happen so she just forgot about it.

Her heart is beating hard and she wonders if he will hear it over the café music when she answers quietly “No”.

As they talk she uncrosses and crosses her legs again, the feeling from between her legs is both warm and tingly. She has a sudden urge to touch herself but shakes the thought from her head.

“No? So you are open to outside friends?” The question is simple, but the stream of arousal becomes greater still when he lets go of her hand and traces a finger on the back of her hand up past her wrist onto the start of her forearm, before bring it back and once more taking her hand.

“No, no, not really. Not that” She jerks her hand back in panic, wanting to take a swig of her tea and catches a glimpse of his puzzled face.

“Oh I thought you meant…”

He looked slightly crest fallen and she didn’t want him to look like that. She found herself telling him about the fantasy he had of her with another man before finishing with “But it’s a fantasy, he probably wouldn’t”

Her friend snorts and she looks at him puzzled.

“Men aren’t like women, when they say they would like something it is because they would.”

The tension has gone and she smiles. “He wouldn’t”, she reaches forward to taker her tea and squeezes her crossed legs together as she does. There is a pleasurable feel between her legs as she does.

“So I can’t tempt you to come for a drink with the other Dolls then?”

She smiles again at his flirting. “No, I said I would be back before nine, do you want to go and join your mates?” Immediately she curses herself, she doesn’t want him to go.

He chuckles, “I’d rather spend my time with a beautiful and sexy woman”. The blush returns with a vengeance and she hurriedly takes a drink of tea, finishing it before putting the cup down.

His hand takes hers again before she has time to pull it away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you away”, he is looking directly at her and she looks into his eyes. She sees attraction there, and lust. The look makes the stream widen further. The squeeze of her legs against each other makes her groin sigh in pleasure. Her bra seems to be chaffing on her nipples suddenly, sending little electric sparks into her body. His hand strokes higher, past her wrist onto her lower arm. She resists the desire for it to go higher.

“Well I’ve finished my tea” she announces, “are you going to join your friends?” she hates saying it even as she does and doesn’t want this to end. She hopes he offers her another drink.

“Nah. I think I’ll go home disappointed”, he winks at her.

“Where’s home?”

“Which way are you going?”

She smiles and elusively gives him a vague direction. He still has her hand and squeezes it.

He winks at her broadly, his mouth smiling over his trimmed beard. “Can you give me a lift?”

They walk from the café side by side, his hand coming behind her and wrapping around her waist. He makes some excuse about the cold, but it’s not cold. She allows it, relishing the feel of him holding her close. Even more when it slips down as they turn into a dark alley to the carpark and it slides to her bottom, cupping and gently moulding it.

The car feels warm inside despite it being winter and once strapped in she sets off out of town.

As soon as they are on the road his hand goes to her inner thigh. She doesn’t normally like people touching her while driving, and in this car it was quite a stretch for him, but she allows it anyway. Her legs seem to want to fall apart to allow him higher making driving slightly more tricky. She lets them anyway. His hand does climb higher and she feels a need growing between her legs.

The feeling is exquisite. She wants him both to stop his hand moving upwards, but also to have his fingers touching her pussy. Only just in time she realises the lights in front have changed to red and stops the car.

“Enjoying yourself” she asks as his fingers just reach the edge of her panties. She knows if he goes further he will feel the warm, moistness of her panty crotch.

“I’m wondering when you are going to ask me where I want to go”

His fingers reach their goal and began softly touching her labia through the material of her panties. Her eyes shut temporarily in desire as he presses his fingers into her. She cannot believe she is letting him do this, but it feels so very good.

The lights change and she sets off.

“Where?” Her voice is husky and she coughs to clear it.

He tells her.

“Nobody lives near there”

“No but there are plenty of places to park”

She looks at him in annoyance, his fingers still gently tracing the wet outline in her knickers. One finger prods accurately where her clitoris is and she takes a deep, ragged breath and the rush of desire.

Despite herself she finds herself turning to take the shortest route to where he has specified. she was doing this and turned the car in the quickest route to where he had said. He lifts his fingers to his nose, sniffs them and puts them in his mouth.

“You taste fucking fantastic” , the words send a rush of arousal through her and she offers absolutely no resistance to him returning his hand to its gentle massage while she drives.

On the last half a mile now he has worked a finger past the edge of her panties and is stroking gently on her inner labia. She wants his fingers fully on her clit but she has to drive.

She has no doubts now, she is going to cheat on her husband. She wants to feel this strangers cock thrusting in and out of her. She wants to suck him until he comes in her mouth. She wants to do all the things with him that she is scared to even suggest to her husband.

She wonders whether it will end her marriage. What will he say when she tells him? Will she tell him? Yes she decides as the stroking finger curls onto her clitoris and gently rubs.

She needs to stop the car before she crashes. They are now on back, country roads and she searches for somewhere to stop.

A finger slides inside her and her passenger says huskily, “about a hundred yards on the right, there is a dirt road to a field.

She tells herself that her husband fanaticised about this. That he wanted her to do this, and she decides to remember every detail so she could tell him while they were in bed tonight and he ate her new lovers cum from her cunt. If he didn’t then their marriage was probably over

At the thought she nearly orgasms but somehow manages to turn the car onto the dark track, following it for a dozen yards or so before it stops.

She stops the car and turns the engine off, immediately turning to her passenger and pulling his face into hers so they can kiss. A second finger forces its way inside her next to the first and he gently finger fucks her while their tongues fuck each other’s mouths.

His thumb works on her clit while the two fingers flick inside of her and she finds the outlet for her arousal and an orgasm washes over her, leaving her moaning, and gasping into his mouth

“Fuck you’re hot” he whispers and begins fumbling at the buttons on her dress. She knows you can’t have sex in this car, she has tried with her husband, it’s just not possible leaning over the middle, but she wants sex and decides to join him around his side.

She stops him and climbs out of the car. It is cool, but not cold for the time of year and she is hot. Changing her mind, she doesn’t shut her door but instead opens her buttons and pulls the dress over her head. It leaves her in her ornate crotchless black tights, high boots, and skimpy knickers and bra

She tosses the dress into the car as her passenger rounds the bonnet and takes her in his arms, kissing her deep.

Her inhibitions are gone. She just wants him inside her now and when she realises he is fumbling with his trouser flies, she unfastens his belt and the trousers slip down his legs to the floor. He presses his bulge against her and she feels the outline, hard beneath his shorts before she pulls them down to join the trousers. She crouches to do so and the erect cock is in front of her mouth so she simply takes it in and begins sucking and licking at the underside of his bell end like her husband likes.

Not huge, but big enough. His full foreskin pulled back to allow her access to the end. He tastes of scent and pre-cum exciting her more. She is there less than a minute before his hands pulls her up by the arms and they kiss again. She wonders if he can taste himself on her but he pushes her away against the car bonnet and she props herself up with her elbows while he directs his cock between her legs.

There is no delay, he pushes the panties aside with his cock end and sinks all the way into her eager cunt.

She leant back as best as she could while he fucks her hard. His hands claw her bra down to give access to her tits and he guzzles on one while groping the other without slowing his pace.

For a surreal moment she looks around them at the darkness and the stars as he rams into her and mauls her breasts, then a second orgasm overtakes her, shivering through her body, making everything tingle and her eyes close to see far close stars on the inside of her eyelids

She is still shuddering when he pulls from her and his hands turned her around.

She doesn’t resist and laid there, her tits splayed on the cold bonnet as her knickers and tights are finally pulled down and his cock pushed into her from behind.

Almost immediately she feels another orgasm starting to build and pushes back harder to him but just as she feels herself pushing over the edge of the waterfall he stops and pulls from her, holding her eager bottom from pushing back into him. She mistakes what he is doing.

“No please, I want to feel you cum inside me”, she turns to beg him to fuck her again and realises he is changing where his cock is pointing and without pause his wet cock simply slides into her arse.

Now he feels big. He stretches her so much it hurts, and his forced entry was anything but gentle making her cry out in pain until she bites her lip, grimacing at the pain until she feels his legs against hers.

For a few seconds they are frozen, her over the bonnet and him bent over her, cock deep inside her anus. She has no desire to stop this. She has put herself in this position and now he is fully mastering her. The thought erases the pain of entry to a dull throb.

Then he begins to slowly withdraw.

Then fuck her again.

He starts slow and it is painful, especially when his cock is fully in her, but slowly the pain begins to subside as he slides in and out. He seems to sense this and begins to speed up his thrust.

The edge of her anus feels like it is on fire, but there are other feelings there. Nicer feelings and after a few more thrusts she finds herself pushing back onto him as he thrust forwards to magnify them. It works. The feeling of being fucked in her arse is entirely different, but the pleasure is now undeniable and she slips a hand between her legs to start finger her clit as he fucks her behind.

The third orgasm that is anal assault stopped rapidly builds and she starts trying to delay it. To hold it off by changing her position so there are twinges of pain, but still it builds.

It was then she sees the man stood at the other side of the bonnet from he.

He is holding a dog lead in one hand, and his cock in the other, pulling himself as he watches them rut over the car bonnet.

The sight overcomes her walls and the third orgasm rushes towards her. The man, now he knows he has been seen comes around the car, leading the dog, still masturbating so he can get a better view. Li’s eyes tracking him as far as she can until her lovers hand forces her face down as he fucks her arse for all he is worth

The dog walker is grunting advice and she hears him ask if he can cum on her. She doesn’t hear her lover answer but a few seconds later, as her lover withdraws, she feels the splatter of hot semen onto her lower back and buttocks. One shot must have hit around her lover’s cock, because the next thrust slides easier, and if anything deeper and she moans as she crests the no-return point for her orgasm.

There was no pain now, only pleasure and she pushed back onto his cock with every thrust, trying to get as much of that pleasure as possible and as her lover fucks her arse covered in the dog walkers cum she orgasms so hard her legs go weak and is purely supported by the car bonnet.

Her lover groans and announces he is going to come but he still fucks hard, in and out, in and out.

It seems to Lil it will last for ever, the pleasure, the residual pain, the humiliation, all churning with her latest orgasm until with a final drive into her, she feels something deep inside, hot spurts and she realises her lover is coming deep in her bowels. This orgasm seems to last forever as her lover holds himself deep inside her and she has spasm after spasm.

Her lover collapsed over her and breathes heavily into her ear, his cock still buried deep in her anus as it twitches in its death throws.

They lay there for nearly a minute, getting themselves together and not talking, before he slips his softening cock out.

She pushes herself upright as he moves away. The dog walker is nowhere to be seen now and as her brain cannot think of anything to say she opens the car door which has shut at some point and retrieves her dress.

Her lover fastens his pants back up as she slips the dress over her head before pulling her knickers and tights back up.

She can feel the material around her anus becoming damp from the cum leaking from her and she realises the marriage she had lived for forty years was over. Her husband wouldn’t accept this and they would split, and even if he did, the marriage wouldn’t be the same. She would want other lovers. In the orgasmic afterglow she doesn’t care. Her cunt throbs, her anus throbs, her nipples throb. Every part of her body feels alive and sensuous.

They drive to the next village in silence and contemplation, broken only be her new lover asking for her phone and putting his number in, as well as texting his own phone from hers.

At the village he has her stop and kisses her goodnight passionately before hopping out and waving her off as she drives home.

I was waiting. sporting a full erection from my imagination, and only just resisting the temptation to pull myself off underneath my large robes.

She enters the room and kisses me hello.

Did she seem different?

I curse my lack of sense of smell and ask her if she wants a drink.

She does and I go to make them hiding my erection. My fantasy ended.

When I returns, drinks in hand she is wearing just her bra and knickers, laid on her back on one of the throws on the settee.

I put the drinks down and sit at her side, looking over her body, noticing the crotch of her panties is wet and kiss her there. She is wet, I can smell her.

She sighs and holds me to her as I gently pull her panties and tights down to reveal her shaven pussy, my mouth barely leaving her sex for an instance.

“I have something to tell you”. She sighs as my tongue enters her. She is wet and ready for me to fuck now, but I work on her clitoris, wondering if she is going to tell me why she is so turned on.

“Don’t stop,.” She holds me to her and I keep my tongue moving. "I want your fantasies to come true” she sighs and wonders whether I will stop if she tells me.

I hmms a question as I licks her beautiful tasting inner lips and vagina.

“I want you to see me having sex with another man”.

I groan in excitement and wonder if she means it, swirling my tongue around her clitoris, hoping she will continue with her fantasy while I do. Lil doesn't want him to stop and searches for a way to tell him..

My fingers trickle down below her labia and trace to her anus, She likes to have her anus probed while she is sucks and fingered. To my surprise it is wet there and when I push a finger against her anus, it slips in easily. he slides first one, then a second finger in easily.

I tremble with excitement and wonder if, just maybe, has she? When a second finger slips in as easily as the first I am almost certain.

My cock is aching it is so hard.

“Can you tell?” she asks me. I can only nod my head as I lick for all my worth and finger her anus. Lil feels an orgasm start to brew and moans to let me know I am on the right tracks.

She swears and pushes herself into my mouth, but I have to know.

I kneel up and pull the fingers from her anus. They are wet and sticky. I wonder if I should taste them but as my nose gets near, the smell of spunk is clear.

I almost cum from excitement on look onto my stunning wife.

I grab her hips roughly and pushes my cock into her willing anus and she cries out in delight.

As I fucks her I tell her to tell me every detail and she does.

I don't last long.

My wife and I are approaching our sixties although we’re told we don’t look anywhere near, and neither of us are in that bad shape. I work out quite regularly and she performs burlesque. We have been married for approaching forty years. I was a Virgin before I met her, and she had had sex just the once before she met me. Neither of us have ever been unfaithful in all our time together.

This year we went on holiday to a Greek island.

We like to go to nudist beaches for an overall tan and almost our first visit we had a beach walker (they parade the shoreline with semi erections to try and pick up partners), thinking he was hidden from us behind a boulder masturbate himself to orgasm while watching my wife practice her routines.

Half an hour later on the same beach, just around the other side of a large boulder where we were sun bathing, I saw from the sea a different beach walker was having sex with a woman while her partner sat at the side of them masturbating. People further down the beach were looking their way so it wasn’t a very private spectacle.

We left the beach and returned to the hotel where we had very hot sex ourselves.

My confession is that I would have loved for it to have been my wife who was being fucked. Now I find it hard to get this out of my head. While we have sex I love to watch her face, to see the pleasure build and overwhelm her, the effect her arousal has on her body. I find watching her masturbate an incredibly arousing experience. But the idea of someone else having sex with her simply blows my mind.

My wife though isn’t interested, although the fantasy does turn her on, she thinks some things should be left as a fantasy.

While I know she is right, the idea of someone seducing her after a burlesque show so that she has sex with them while I watch is my greatest fantasy which I have no hope of ever achieving.

hi my name is Tina i’m 34 nice brown hair,green eyes and triple D tits on my 5’8” frame with the ass to match . i’m married to David he’s 35 6’3” very muscular and he has an amazing cock.

we both like to party and let loose on the weekends. we’ve had a few threesomes with other men and women usually there’s lots of alcohol and sometimes some coke involved. i get really horny in come and i’m very open to his suggestions. there isn’t much he can’t get me to do once i’m wired and drunk.

i like the attention from other men and even women when we go out and David knows that and even encourages me often to play around. i dress very sexy when we go out so i get lots of stares, comments and plenty of people trying to talk to me.

the funniest thing is some guys have found out that i can be had for a quick fun time, even if it’s just out in the parking lot,

David and i regularly talk about our fantasies during live making and i really love sucking his cock as he tell me me how much he loves me being with other men and what a turn on it is for him knowing while he’s in the bar playing pool, i’m outside on my knees giving head to some lucky stranger.

we were talking our fantasies one night and he said he really liked the idea of me going outside with a guy to smoke and me taking off my shirt and bra and kneeling down and performing an awesome blow job and swallowing for a stranger. i wasn’t sure at first but i do love sucking cock and i always swallow for David and the thought of getting strangers off really excites me. David suggested i should ask guys that we’re hitting in me if they would like to go have a smoke and then ask them if they’d like to see my tits they’ve been staring at and go from there.

the first time i did it at a bar i did exactly as David thought i should and went down to the end of parking lot where it was dimly lit and i just took off my shirt the guy asked what i was doing and said i’m going to show you my tits so you don’t have to keep staring in front of my husband. i pulled my bra off and let him play with my nipples for a minute and asked if he would like to feel them wrapped around his cock for a minute. i reached out and felt his cock through his pants and he was rock hard already, i unzipped him and let some saliva drip down on him told him to lean back and started to stroke him then wrapped my tits around him and started tittie fucking him for a minute then let my tits go and asked him what he really wanted. and asked if he wanted his dick sucked. he was completely speechless, i lowered my head and tongue swirled the head and stick my tongue in his pee hole and whispered is this what you want. he put his hand in the. ask if my head and i began alternating between tongue swirling and sucking as hard as i could so he would cum quick and about a minute and half later i swallowed his huge load. i said i had to hurry back inside so my husband wouldn’t be suspicious and thanked him.

i went back to our car and left my bra there and went back in and told David it was time we got going. when we got in the car it was quiet for a minute and David finally asked how it went, i asked if he wanted details now or when we went home, he said he wanted to hear them now before we even pulled out of the parking lot. so unzipped david and started telling him the way it all happened while stroking him and he was super hard and i took his cock in my mouth and sucked him for all i was worth and i told him seductively that the guy had cum so hard on my mouth and david started cumming and the load was the biggest and hardest i’d ever felt from him. when we got home we stripped and got in bed and he wanted me to tell him again and i asked if he really enjoyed knowing i gave a guy head in the parking lot and he came again and stayed hard and fucked me for an hour. it was amazing.

we’ve since done it 8 times and every time after it is the best sex we ever have so we plan to continue doing things like this and a couple times the guys have even fucked me and that gets david really horny knowing another man had used me like a toy

Wife has 2 BBC dildos. My wife is my best friend and ur sex life is amazing! Even though I have only been inside her about 4 times this year. Sex consists of either her with her vibrator and her bbc dildo while she sucks me off or she has me eat her out while she gets stretched while riding it. This only happens a handful of times. The majority of times she locks me out of the room and we role play her being a hotwife while she’s out. She will send me vids and text of how her night is going with her bbc “bull” which is obviously her dildo. Some nights she’s in there for as long as 4 hours. She also uses a pussy she bought me for role play and uses it to role play herself having a ffm threesome with the BBC . I love seeing her pussy dripping with cream and swollen after getting her pussy stretched and fucked by those huge cocks. She sometimes uses both and simulates and mmf threesome while I either watch or get texts. It’s obvious she loves big cock inside her as she also has told me this. She was never a squirter until she Used these real replica bbc dildos. She has squirted all over my face while I eat her out as she fucks these huge dildos. I have been obviously cucked by her and her dildos without the humiliation aspect. She pretty much uses me as foreplay to get her turned on then proceeds to get her pussy destroyed sometimes to the point where she tells me her cervix is bruised. She loves putting my hand on her belly while she’s getting pumbled so I can feel how far deep and big the bbc dildo feels inside her.

I've been married to Jacqui for five years. We'd been dating for a couple of years before that. Jacqui married me when she was nineteen. We met through our interest in amateur dramatics. Jacqui joined a small theatre company that I was a member of. We rehearse once or twice a week. It wasn't until last year when we got a new director that we started performing more interesting plays. Before it had all been musicals etc, but now we moved onto more adult themes. It wasn't suddenly all sex and violence, but we started doing plays with a bit of nudity or bedroom scenes.

We all enjoyed the change. At first it didn't really affect Jacqui and I as we normally only had small roles but things changed last year when Jacqui was given an important role in a new play. It was only late one evening while we were reading through the script at home that we realised that the role called for Jacqui to appear naked in some scenes. In several others she was required to only wear underwear and towards the end of the play she would get involved in a love scene with the leading actor which would mean him stripping Jacqui first down to just her panties and generally groping her all over and then removing her panties and supposedly making love to her in a bed.

This caused both of us to think deeply as to whether we wanted to be involved in this. In the end we decided that as the play was in good taste and that the love scenes had artistic merit it would be foolish and prudish for Jacqui to say that she wouldn't do them.

I think it actually added a bit of spice to our relationship because certainly later that night as I mounted Jacqui my thoughts were of my pretty, young wife being naked amongst our fellow actors, some of whom we regarded as friends. I think Jacqui found it exciting too because she was very wet when I entered her but, unfortunately, the excitement was too much for me and I came in her after only a couple of minutes. I finished Jacqui off by using my fingers and tongue on her clit and pussy. This is very effective with Jacqui. She has very prominent pussy lips which are very sensitive, they hang at least an inch down from her hole, and her clit is also very visible, standing clearly out from the surrounding folds of skin even before she is aroused.

We both derive great pleasure from the attention I lavish on her pussy lips. I can spend hours sucking and pulling on them to elongate them even further. Jacqui often keeps her pubic mound shaved and this only accentuates her long, hanging lips even further.

It was while I was using my mouth on her that evening that I realised that not only would Jacqui be naked amongst our friends but she would also be revealing to everyone the fact that she shaves her pussy. Strangely I found the thought exciting. It had never occurred to me before that the thought of my wife being seen naked in public and being groped by another man would be erotic to me but we both had a good time in bed that evening.

Over the next few weeks we had many rehearsals and it was kind of strange to see my wife in the arms of another man, in this case the lead actor Ken. We hadn't had a dress rehearsal yet so Jacqui hadn't had to strip off in front of everyone but the thought of her doing this kept us very active in the bedroom.

We were both very excited after coming home one evening after we had spent a few hours rehearsing the scenes where Jacqui has her breasts felt by Ken in the play. Although she had her clothes on for the rehearsal and we were only really going over the dialogue, Ken still used to opportunity to give Jacqui a good feel. From where I stood at the edge of the stage I could see Ken caressing and stroking Jacqui's breasts through her blouse. At one point he ran his hands down over her ass and lifted her short skirt at the back and we could all see his fingers briefly slip inside the edge of her panties. There was no objection from Jacqui and certainly everyone else on the cast was enjoying seeing my pretty wife being felt up by her handsome partner on stage. I was finding this exciting too, and I had plenty of time to watch them as I only had a small part to play in this production.

Each evening when we came home from the hall where we had been practising we would go straight to the bedroom where Jacqui would immediately lay on the bed. I would spend the next hour or so with my face between her thighs as I gnawed and sucked on her juicy cunt lips. Quite often I would not even get to fuck her. Jacqui would have several orgasms while I ate and sucked at her sweet pussy.Sometimes she would rub me off afterwards, sometimes not.

Eventually the time came where we had a full dress rehearsal, or in Jacqui's case it should have been undress rehearsal as she spent most of the day and evening absolutely naked. It was mid morning on a Saturday and the first scene we went through was where Jacqui gets naked out of a bed to meet her on-stage lover Ken. Jacqui arrived on stage wearing a loose gown which came down to mid thigh. I had wondered why the hall was so busy on that morning as at least half of the men present had no real need to be there. I then realised that they had turned up to see my wife strip off on stage. All eyes were on Jacqui when the time came for her to shed the gown and get under the covers. I thought she might have slipped into the bed while still wearing it and then taken it off under the bed covers, but no, she removed it in front of us all and actually stood facing us absolutely naked.

I knew that all the men in the hall were looking at her body, there were about fifteen of us hanging around that Saturday morning. As she stood before us, raised as she was a few feet up on the stage, I knew that I wasn't the only man to let his eyes drift down past her full breasts to her shaven pussy with her cunt lips clearly hanging down between her white thighs.

Jacqui seemed to revel in the stares of the men and was in no hurry to cover herself up. Eventually, however, she got into the bed and the rehearsal commenced. For the rest of that day until we went home in the evening Jacqui didn't put her clothes back on. All the men were treated to the sight of my wife displaying herself openly. The bedroom love scene with Ken is only a couple of minutes in the play but seemed to take hours to rehearse that day as Ken was allowed time after time to feel her breasts and ass and then lay her on the bed and eventually lie on top of her to simulate sex.

I'm sure all the men watching were turned on by the action on stage, because every man loves to see a pretty girl being made love to. I know I was turned on too by seeing my young wife naked with another man. Several times I had to adjust my trousers, especially when Ken lay naked on top of Jacqui and began moving his body up and down for realism. We all noticed that Ken was sporting a semi hard on when he dismounted from Jacqui each time and on one occasion I could see his thickening member lying between her engorged pussy lips, which was partly due to Jacqui raising her legs around Ken's waist, which wasn't actually called for in the script.

Our director called for a coffee break as Ken lay between Jacqui's spread thighs, his buttocks rising and falling gently. It was my duty that day to do the coffee and it was a peculiar feeling handing mugs of steaming coffee around as my wife lay in bed with another man. As I took theirs over to them I noticed that Ken had pulled the covers over their naked bodies but that he was still lying on top of Jacqui. I also noticed that Ken's body was still moving up and down in the simulation of sex, perhaps more so than it was earlier. Ken turned to me and grinned as I placed their mugs by the side of the bed. I knelt down by the head of the bed intending to talk to Jacqui during the break and it was then that I noticed the flushed look on her face. It suddenly dawned on me that they weren't simulating sex, Ken was actually fucking my wife as I knelt beside them. I felt such a fool for not realising sooner what they were doing. I felt humiliated and didn't know quite what to do. In the end I did nothing and just knelt there as Ken's movements under the sheets became more and more obvious. At one stage Jacqui began to make small crying noises as Ken brought her to a climax. It is to my shame that it was me who covered her mouth with my hand to quieten her. With my hand on her mouth I could feel her shudders as the orgasm took her, I could also feel the vibrations as Ken ejaculated into her at the same time.

It must have been obvious to everyone else in the hall what was going on. I felt totally humiliated by the situation but I also had a raging hard on in my trousers. Ken actually said thank you to me as I took my hand away from Jacqui's mouth. There was further *********** as, a few minutes later, Ken pushed the covers back and lifted himself off my wife. I think all the men present probably saw him slip his long cock out of Jacqui's hole. He certainly wasn't hiding anything as he walked across to the front of the stage to talk with his mates. His foreskin was pulled back and the head of his cock was glistening with his and Jacqui's love juices. There was even a small string of cum still hanging from the tip of his cock. He was making it clear to all his friends that he had just fucked my wife.

Like the cuckolded husband that I was, I helped my freshly fucked wife to her feet. Worse was to follow, as I took her hand to lead her away to the cloakroom I noticed that there was a large wet stain in the centre of the bed. Ken's cum had already started to run from my wife's stretched pussy and more of it ran down her thighs as we walked to the side of the stage. At one point Jacqui actually put her hand between her legs to stop the flow dripping onto the wooden floor of the stage. Her hand came away coated in Ken's cum. I was shocked when she absentmindedly put the fingers to her mouth to clean them.

My face was burning with embarrassment at the episode but I was also so turned on that when we reached the cloakroom I pulled Jacqui inside and, without bothering to close the door properly, I turned her around and bent her over the wash basin. I kept one hand on her back as I released my penis from my pants and in one movement I slipped straight into her from behind. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I was also amazed that she seemed so loose, there was little or no feeling from the walls of her cunt. Ken must have really stretched her when he fucked her because my rock hard cock was hardly touching the edges. I thought I might have difficulty cumming in such a large, stretched hole but it was when I glanced down and saw my cock covered with another mans cum that I suddenly started shooting my load into her.

Jacqui and I got ourselves cleaned up after that. We had a quick kiss and cuddle and she said she was glad that I'd fucked her after Ken because it showed that I wasn't mad at her. We kissed again and made our way back to the stage.

The remainder of the day went by fairly quickly. It was later, when we got home, that we next spoke about what had happened. I admitted that it had turned me on. Jacqui, for her part, admitted that she found Ken very attractive and had been fantasising about him for some time. She apologised for acting like a slut in front of our friends, but I surprised myself by saying that I liked her acting like that. I asked Jacqui what it felt like to have had another cock inside her as she had been a virgin when we had met. She told me that although she still loved me, she also loved the feel of Ken's much larger cock inside her. She said he had really filled her and that she could actually feel him inside her which she couldn't always with me. We made love well into the night with Jacqui eventually bringing me off with her hand because she said she felt too sore to have me inside her.

From that Saturday onwards there was very little pretence that Ken wasn't actually fucking my wife at every opportunity. Whether it was as part of the rehearsal for the play or during the breaks in between Ken would shove his fat cock up my darling wife. After each rehearsal of the bedroom scene the sheets would need to be changed as Ken deposited his spunk up my wife and a spreading wet patch would be evident on the bed.

Often I would go home on my own as Ken drove Jacqui off to his flat to continue their lovemaking on into the night. She would come home to me in the early hours of the following morning with his cum still running down her legs.

I had stopped fucking Jacqui myself by this time. First of all she was getting no pleasure from it because she couldn't feel my little cock inside her stretched hole anymore. Secondly, she had developed a habit of sliding her shaven pussy over my face as soon as she returned home to me and I would shoot my load onto my stomach as I sucked her long cunt lips into my mouth. The taste and feel of Ken's spunk as it ran from her hole and dripped from her raw looking lips onto my face was too much and my hand would drift down to my hard cock and I would bring myself off with a few strokes.

It had taken only a matter of a few weeks for me to change from a normal married man to this stranger who waited at home while his wife went off with her lover and then performed oral sex on her after she returned. Our week long stint at the local theatre went well and we got rave reviews from the local press. Apparently they liked the realism of some of the scenes. Jacqui was now a changed woman. She loved the attention she was getting and she admitted later that exposing herself on stage before a couple of hundred people really turned her on. I'm not sure if the audience realised that she was getting fucked on stage each night but the rest of the cast and stage hands certainly knew. I only found out later that she had let two other men have access to her body during the run of the show. One was the director, Gavin, the other was Ted who worked the curtains.

Since that show approximately half the cast have had sex with my wife, some on a regular basis and others as a one off. All our friends are aware of Jacqui's infidelities and most of them are also aware that my sexual preference these days is to use my tongue on my wife's well fucked cunt. There is nothing more pleasurable than the feel of Jacqui straddling my face with her slimy cunt and seeing her raw red pussy lips running with another mans cum.

I want someone to rape my girlfriend. I want a man to kidnap her and turn her into his sex slave, then violently rape her every day until the Stockholm syndrome kicks in and she starts to love it. He’d get her pregnant and rape the kids she pumps out for him, too. God that would be so fucking hot.

I desperately want somebody to kidnap me and my gf, and turn us into sex slaves for life. I want to watch as our kidnapper rapes and impregnates my gf and forces her to give birth to kids who will be sex slaves too. It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time but I want it to become real. I'm trans f btw.