Granting a Favor to Sadie
A while back, my close buddy Sadie had to split up with her present beau after her spouse figured out her infidelity. She was quite down, but it appears she cherishes her pampered living more than extra-marital intercourse. I supported my confidant, and as she was sharing her X-rated recollections, a story notion started blooming in my mind. This yarn is based on her intimate confessions, but it's undoubtedly fictional. Let me make it clear that all the sexual encounters in this tale happen willingly and amongst consenting adults at least eighteen years old. Kindly evaluate this story employing the scoring star mechanism, and don't omit to leave a remark following your reading. We authors thrive on feedback. Now, let's dive into the narrative!
TWO MONTHS EARLIER.
"It's occurred before," my cuckold said silently. "Think of all the beaus you've shared since you agreed to turning into a Hot Wife. It needs to be nearing twenty than ten, and these days you've deserted most of them. This is merely that Rob resolved to part ways with you. Don't take it to heart."
Richard's advice in no way brought me any relaxation. Being a Hot Wife for almost thirty years, I've become habituated to having a lot of sex. I've also mastered oral sex and enjoy getting fucked in my vag and rectum. I likewise relish having my mate clean me out after acts. Richard cherishes eating "cream pie."
"You're right, obviously," I inhaled, "but do you believe I'm fading away, Richard? I'm going to be fifty-one this year."
Richard disapproved.
"Certainly not, sweetheart," he reassured me. "Remember all the temptations you've gathered because of the club? How about Rob, that's who you hooked up with, wasn't it?"
I nodded, reminiscing about the excitement I always feel when a person (sometimes even women!) clearly want to screw me.
"Right," I said, getting up and arriving at a conclusion. "Let's go up to the study. I seem to remember I stored that BDSM dating site on my preferred list quite a while ago. It's time to secure a fresh beau!"
Richard smirked.
"Choose somebody who doesn't mind having an audience," he said. "You know I love to watch you getting banged!"
"We might even find someone like Ryan," I replied, remembering an ex-lover who didn't just dig fucking me in front of Richard but who favored having his penis sucked before we commenced and had his prick wiped after he came. I had educated Richard about sucking cock, and it was a delight he adored nearly as much as devouring "cream pie."
"That'd be marvelous," Richard acknowledged, adding, "but getting you a new beau is more vital than figuring out any person who delights in having their dick sucked by your cuckold."
We entered the tiny, third bed chamber in our residence that we'd converted into an office place. As the head of his personal civil engineering company, Richard sometimes functions from house, and I utilize our domestic PC to prepare my academic worksheets. We both as well utilize the laptop to surf porn sites.
I connected online and activated my favorites. Yes, there it was! Hotwife's Retreat: The Webpage for Hotwives, Bulls, and cuckolds. I clicked on the connection.
"A glass of wine sounds delightful," I advised Richard. He grinned.
"Will do," he said. "I knew you wouldn't be buried for extended. A glass of Chablis is on its approach. What's more, should you care for a stogie?"
I shook my head, laughing.
"Undoubtedly," I beamed. "I hope you realize how fortunate a cuckold you are, dearest, to have a Hot Wife prepared to respect your tobacco addiction!"
By the time Richard returned with my wine and my cigar, I'd logged in and was tapping via the category adverts. I hadn't been on this website for decades, and as I scrolled, I kept in mind that amidst the authentic solicitors, there'd always be the typical amount of timewasters, fantasy writers, and BS artists. This was going to be a lengthy outing!
I'd finished my wine and puffed my cigar. It was about 3 hours later, and I inspected the listing I'd built up during my flip through the personals. There were just four names on my piece of paper, but I was very confident these individuals were genuine solicitors, so I stretched, yawned, and disconnected.
"Bedtime, kinky," I smiled at Richard. "I'm merely going to brush my cheeks. Instruct me to put on a harness and strap on. I feel like pegging you before I go to sleep. And as soon as you've accomplished that, fart into the restroom. I need to take a pee ahead of sleep."
I made a mistake. Searching for a man who wanted to sleep with a 50-something woman who was married and whose cuckold husband enjoyed watching her being tenderized wasn't a simple task. The four individuals on my list all turned out to be complete fiascos, so I kept scouring fetish dating websites, which although very useful for those who enjoy kink, also had their fair share of time wasters, daydreamers, and liars.
I would typically spend my weekends at our neighborhood fetish club, but most of the members were already connected, and while I wouldn't mind joining a threesome or a foursome for a one-night stand, I really needed a lover with a sizable penis and enjoyed oral and anal sex in addition to regular vaginal intercourse.
I had an exhausting week at school due to the presence of an OFSTED investigation team. Although I have no qualms about being examined or questioned about my professional performance, I object to being picked apart by someone who is infamous for being a disastrous classroom instructor. To my relief, I prepared my classes as normal, delivered them in my typical manner, and answered all the inspectors' inquiries. I did not care what their opinions were. My head teacher had faith in my abilities, along with the majority of the parents of my students. Their viewpoints were important, not the opinions of visiting investigators, who seemed to derive pleasure from criticizing unnecessarily.
"You Trio of Lorries!" I thought to myself after my last class, which had been criticized by one of them. I decided that I was going to the club that night, with Richard, and I was determined to find someone to have sex with me, no matter what stood in the way.
It was incredibly quiet at the club when Richard and I arrived that night. I briefly greeted a few close friends and was intrigued when Richard and I approached the bar to order some drinks.
A dear friend of mine for many years, Sadie, was seated on a bar stool, nursing a drink that seemed like it could be a giant gin and tonic. I've known Sadie for years and years, and throughout all that time, she has always been an unfaithful wife. It still amazes me how she's managed to keep her multiple lovers a secret from her husband, Colin.
Colin is a decent man, somewhat haughty and self-important, but overall, he's a good guy. His wealth certainly helps, and he's utterly infatuated with Sadie.
"All on your own?" I inquired with a grin as I pulled up a bar stool next to my friend. "It's not like you to be drinking alone. Where is Don?"
Don is Sadie's current beau, incidentally. They come together whenever Colin is out playing golf or chairing some significant conference, which almost always results in him becoming wealthier. Sadie is always available, as Colin insists that his spouse not work. All Sadie appears to do is sleep with men behind her spouse's back and spend his money like it's going out of style.
Sadie frowned.
"Don will soon be a thing of the past," she grumbled. "Yesterday, Colin returned unexpectedly. He had brokered a takeover and made a fortune from the deal. He wanted to celebrate with some sex.
"And..." I asked, smiling. "What's the issue? You've never turned down the chance to get laid, have you? Colin may not be Don, but he still has a functioning penis."
Sadie's lower lip trembled, and I feared she'd start sobbing.
"Oh, Olwen," she sobbed, "I'd just said goodbye to Don, thank goodness. He'd fucked me three times and planned to meet me there that night. Colin's away for a golfing weekend."
"And..." I said, smiling. "What's the problem? You've never turned down the opportunity to be fucked. So, what happened?"
Sadie's eyes filled with tears.
"No," she bawled, "in fact, I'll have to let Don go. Colin came home unexpectedly yesterday. He'd just made a lot of money from a takeover and wanted to celebrate. I was freaked. Both my pussy and my ass were still full of Don's semen, and I had just said goodbye to him. I knew he might be able to achieve an erection again quickly, so I knelt down, removed Colin's penis from his pants, and sucked on it. I figured if I could give him oral sex, I would have about an hour before he could get it up again. I could pop into the bathroom and wash Don's semen out of me."
"A wise plan," I commented with approval. I sipped my gin and tonic that Richard had purchased for me.
"The glory hole is available for your usage, according to Dave the bartender," Richard suggested hopefully. "It would be fantastic if I went there for a couple of hours!"
"Of course, cucky," I said with a smile. "And with any fortune, I'll find myself a suitor tonight. You could have a sperm pie for dessert after so much cock sucking!"
Richard planted a kiss on my cheek and hurried to the glory hole. I hoped he found some customers. He enjoys sucking cocks almost as much as he loves watching me get fucked.
I turned back to face Sadie.
"Continue, please," I prompted her. "You were about to suck Colin's cock, right?"
Sadie downed the remainder of her gin.
"That was the goal," she confessed, "but prior to me gliding Colin's pecker into my mouth, he pulled me up and kissed me. That's when things really went south. My breath smelled of cock, and Colin is not the brightest fellow, so he caught on immediately."
"What happened?" I enquired.
"He yanked my dress," Sadie blushed. "Of course I wasn't wearing undies, and not only that, my pussy was still swollen from the rather randy romp Don had just subjected me to. Colin evidently got furious."
"Bloody hell," I gasped. "Thank goodness Richard is a cuckold who's cool with me being fucked by other men."
Sadie already knew how protective Colin could be, and that he had a green-eyed monster lurking inside him was a well-known fact.
"So, you must ditch Don?" I continued. "Have you informed Colin?"
"Informed him?" Sadie snapped. "I had no opportunity. He stormed out of the house last night and hasn't returned since. A message on the phone this morning informed me that he had departed for his golf getaway a few days early. He said he'd be home on Sunday."
"Shit," I whispered. "I guess you'll have to let him go, yeah? Have you informed him?"
"Inform him?" she growled. "I didn't have a choice. He stormed out of the house overnight and hasn't come back. There was a message on the answer machine when I got out of the shower this morning. Colin left for his golfing escape early. He presumably intends to be back Sunday, he said, and he's contemplating a divorce. I'll be destitute."
She gulped the rest of her gin and motioned to Dave, the bartender, for another round. When he placed it in front of her, she gulped it down and glared at him.
"What?" she bristled. "Haven't you ever seen a woman get wasted before?"
Dave shook his head sadly and glanced at me, then at my still partially full glass.
"No thanks, Dave," I said in response to his inquisitive glance. "Sadie's here is drinking for the both of us!"
He scurried off to serve another customer and I wrapped an arm around Sadie.
"What about I don a dildo and shag you?" I asked. "I was hoping for a wang tonight, but you're my BFF, and I just can't bear to see you this down."
Sadie smiled, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You're such a terrific friend, not just the filthiest, kinkiest broad I know," she commenced. "I like lesbian sex, but right now, I couldn't care less if I never get fucked again. I don't wish to lose Colin. He's a decent soul, even if he's a tad self-absorbed and happens to be the most unexciting chap in the sack. He fucks in the missionary position, rams his pile driver in whenever he remembers to and plays with my jugs if he so recalls and finally, during coitus, as he erupts, he desparately attempts to attain his quintessential post frolics position lying on his back and sleeping with his exhausting breath long afterwards."
I laughed.
"You paint such a picture of the most passionate lovemaking," I chuckled. Sadie looked at me, bewilderment in her face, then realised I was teasing her. She smacked my arm and admonished me to bugger off. She downed her gin in one go and banged it down heavily on the bar.
Dave glanced at us and started mixing her another alcoholic beverage. Upon placing it in front of her, Sadie grasped his hand.
"Disregard my drunken ravings, Dave," she mumbled. "I'm sorry for shouting at you before. I didn't wish to offend you."
Dave and I smiled at one another.
"What would you like to drink, dear?" inquired Dave. "Maybe Olwen can easily hop onto your face and wiggle it."
I loathed seeing Sadie disheartened, and because I was still crafting a strategy to assist her, my brain began pondering a feasible solution. I considered it and it gradually dawned upon me. I faced a blitzed Sadie and smiled at her.
"Your hangover will be catastrophic if you persist in binging," I started. "But, at this point, all isn't completely lost. Phone Don and request for some more of his lovely cock."
"Wait up," Sadie said, looking a bit dazed. "Did you understand what I said? My marriage is in danger because I was caught sleeping around with Don, and you want me to continue? I'm desperate to salvage my relationship, Olwen."
"I know that," I told her. "Call Don and ask him over here. Then go home and get some sleep. Before you pass out, send Colin a really good apology text and let him know that you're regretful and don't want to lose him. Let him know that you've cut ties with Don and that you plan to be the devoted, faithful wife he deserves."
"I will dump Don," Sadie replied, "but I haven't told him yet. I don't need to suddenly disappear on him. I owe him the courtesy of finishing things face to face."
"You don't," I laughed. "Let Don take care of himself and focus on saving your marriage." I told Sadie my plan.
I continued, "Go ahead and phone him."
Sadie took her mobile phone out of her bag and hit the speed dial button for Don's number. She placed the phone on speakerphone and waited for it to be answered. It was only after about ten seconds that it rang.
"What the hell, woman?" Don exclaimed. "You never call me except when you want me to fuck you."
"How can I help you, Sadie?" Don continued. "Do you need me to give you more dick?"
"Ummm... hi Don," Sadie mumbled. "I... I'm at the club, which is pretty deserted. How's your schedule? You fancy a quick romp?"
Don chuckled. "Nah, I don't fancy a quickie," he said. "What I fancy is having my dick sucked for a while, followed by shagging your arse until you cum. Then I'll finish inside your pussy. Oh and by the way, be naked when I get there so I can tell who you are."
He ended the call, and Sadie looked at me and gave a wide smile.
"If this works," she said, "I'll give you a blowjob as a reward, and then you can strap one on and hammer me."
"Your obsession with being fucked senseless is what got you into this situation," I replied. I winked at Dave.
"Ask Dave to call for a taxi for Sadie, would you?" I said quietly to Dave. "She's going home."
Dave grabbed the bar phone and made the call. I looked at Sadie. "Text away," I suggested. "You should be far from here before Don arrives."
Sadie was having problems typing her text with her drunk fingers, looking like two limp sausages. I groaned and grabbed the phone from her.
"For God's sake," I muttered. "Just go and freshen up for the taxi."
Sadie made her wobbly way to the barstool and headed towards the bathroom as I typed a sincere message to Colin. Then I showed it to Sadie.
"Thank you, Olwen," she said, flashing me a weak smile. "I'd better hide before Don arrives."
She struggled into her coat and grabbed her handbag. Just as she reached for her phone to keep it, it beeped, signalling an incoming text. She looked at me worriedly.
"What now?" I asked. "Open it and see."
With fumbling fingers, Sadie read the new message. A wide grin crept across her face. She passed me her phone.
"I'm on my way home," I read. "Make sure you're naked when I get there. My dick needs sucking and then I want to screw your asshole. You've never given your ass to me before. But it looks like that's about to change. Talk later. Colin, xx."
A while back, you said something about not liking anal sex, I joked with her, handing back her phone. "It looks like you might only experience a sore butt, lucky you! Now, go home and leave Don to me while you try saving your marriage."
Sadie leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
"I owe you something," she murmured, "and I always repay my debts!"
As I waited for Don to show up, I chatted with Dave and some other members coming in for a casual encounter. While giving some advice to a newer member about the glory hole and its possibilities, I noticed a commotion at the other end of the bar.
A large, well-built young man was at odds with Dave, and as I watched, he slammed his hand on the counter and mumbled something that sounded like, "That damn wench!"
Dave looked over my way, and I got the clue to leave the conversation. I went towards where the young man was still fuming, cursing Sadie loudly. The person I was speaking to about the glory hole followed me, and before I introduced myself to this person I knew to be Don, the new member asked for directions.
"Just go down the stairs and follow the corridor," Dave told him. "The other wife's cuckold is in the glory hole tonight. She's trained him well. He has a mouth for education!"
I smiled as Dave, and the man promptly ran off to get his cock sucked. I knew Richard would do an excellent job, and I felt happy for them both. Then I turned my attention to the young man, who seemed to be invested in the discussion.
"Hi, I'm Olwen. I'm a good friend of Sadie's."
"Considering I used to be, until the prodding bitch led me on and stood me up," he snapped. "Did I hear that there's a glory hole here? I might as well head over there for a while, cock in hand. Sadie's sent me on edge and now I need to unload before I return home."
I remembered his message to Sadie and partially undid the top buttons of my blouse, showing off my 34DD chest.
"If your cock could use some sucking, I can do that," I offered. "Sadie's husband caught wind of this relationship, so you can forget any more of that. She'd rather money and a cushy life than adulterous faux-passion. I'm a Hot Wife. My cuckold is at the moment, busy in the glory hole. He can suck your cock, but I can too, and if you're into it, you could take me afterwards."
That stunned him! He stared at me open-mouthed.
"That's not amusing," he started, eyeing me angrily. "I came down here for action, and Sadie stood me up. I don't need you aggravating me too. Also, if what you said about Sadie's husband is true, I'll publicly announce her as a cheating tramp! No one should play around with me like that."
I shook my head at him in disapproval.
"If you do something like that, you'll be an outcast in this town," I warned him. "We're in a fetish club, and every member here prides their fetish secret. If you want to ruin the town's favorite blonde, have it your way. But I suggest you think about it. Sadie was devastated by this incident, too. She's trying to save her marriage."
I paused, and Don shrugged his shoulders.
"You're right," he admitted. "I'll just take my leave and find another girlfriend to fuck."
"What's wrong with my idea?" I teased him. "You sensed my lips, and you tasted amazing. I'm not too keen on oral sexual experiences like that, but since I'm a Hot Wife, my husband not only allows me to have other lovers but also enjoys watching me. I'll be happy to fuck you while my husband watches. Do you want to give it a shot?"
I winked at Don and said, "Let's go to the glory hole, because Richard will be ecstatic when we pick him up. I'll be preparing your c**k for him to slurp on during the trip home if you want."
"I'd love to," Don said with a grin.
When we got to the glory hole, a man we had given directions to was panting and looked like he had his penis pushed up against the wall. I knew there were several holes in the wall, and that Richard was sucking him off.
Don and I observed as the man reached his climax.
"Woah!" the man exclaimed, thrashing around uncontrollably. "Oh my God! Yes! Wow... wow... W....W...C..K!"
He stepped away, zipped up, and grinned at Don.
"Whoever's in there is a pro," he said. "You're going to enjoy it, buddy. Though," he added, looking at me, "I wish I could stay and watch you use this facility. How does it work for a woman? Is there a tongue that pokes through the hole?"
"No," I replied, pointing to where the hatch could be raised. "The woman sits on the ledge with her legs inside the glory hole. The man who's on duty pleasures her without seeing her face. It's just as anonymous as the men who visit here.
The guy's face lit up with desire, but I shook my head.
"Unfortunately, I'm only here to get Richard to take us home. If he's a good boy, he'll be allowed to witness me getting f**ked," I said.
The man's face was priceless as I knocked on the door.
"Richard?" I called out, "your time's up. I need to get home. Let's go!"
The door opened, and Richard emerged, smile on his face.
"Thanks," he said, glancing from me to Don and then at the guy whose dick he'd just sucked. "It was enjoyable. Good evening, gentlemen, and remember, there are still two other mouths ready to service you in the glory hole. Have fun!"
"Not only me, sir!" I smiled. "This man here is going to need some relief as well. I've offered to help him."
Richard smiled and extended his hand to Don.
"It's very kind of you, sir," Don told him. "I'm Richard, Olwen's cuckold. It's nice to meet you."
Don took Richard's hand and they shook. "You've got some cum on your chin," Don mentioned.
Richard wiped his finger across his chin before popping it into his mouth.
"Tasty!" he grinned, making way for Don and me to exit the room.
As we left the glory hole, we heard a sigh of relief from the man who had moments earlier been thrusting his penis through a hole in the wall. Looking back, I saw that he had selected Don's advice and was once again inserting his penis through a hole.
Richard started the car and looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"Home, my dear cuckold," I whispered, caressing Don's erect cock in my hand. It grew instantly, and I started to give him a proper blowjob to get his load out before we reached our destination.
"Take the longer, scenic route," I instructed Richard. "I don't want our first f**k to be a quickly-finished one. Drive slowly."
"Yes, dear," Richard answered, shifting the car into gear and driving gently. I stopped sucking Don's cock and raised my head in anticipation.
Here's a paraphrased version of the given story:
This wasn't the first time Richard drove me home for some action. In fact, I'd already sucked cock in the back seat of our car a few times before. We're familiar with these scenarios. So, while Richard turned off the main road and started driving down the country lane to our house, Don was on the verge of cumming.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned, "just a heads up, babe. I'm going to cum any second nowww! AARGH! Fucking hell!"
"Oh...my...fuck!...ff...uu...cc...kk!...FFF...UUU...CCC...KKK!..."
And cum he did. My mouth got filled with his hot, thick load, which I swallowed. Don kept cumming until he seemed to run out.
When Richard pulled up to our hardstanding, Don's ball sack looked drained. I still had some cum in my mouth and knew where it was going. I carefully removed his soft cock from my mouth, leaving it sitting on his thigh. I winked at him, showing off my mouthful of cum like a squirrel with nuts or acorns or whatever they eat.
Richard jumped out of the car to open the back door for me. Since We had this kind of setup before, he knew what was coming next.
I got out of the car and kissed my cuckold full on the lips. In a well-timed move, our mouths opened simultaneously as our lips met, transferring my cum from my mouth to Richard's. He swallowed everything - both the cum and my saliva.
"Thanks a lot, babe," he said in a warm tone. "I hope your new lover still gives you pleasure."
Don hurried out of the car, his soft cock still on display.
"Holy shit, man. Your Hot Wife has one hell of a technique!" he gasped, "she's drained me!"
We walked into the house, and I led Don straight up to my bedroom. Richard went into the kitchen to get Don the glass of water he wanted. When he came back in, Don and I were lying comfortably on my huge bed.
While Don drank the water, I undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and took it off. Don's eyes lit up as he saw my big frame.
"Holy cow!" he exclaimed, "you're a big girl, aren't you? I think I should also take my clothes off. I feel way overdressed at the moment!"
We both stripped naked and got back on the bed. I noticed Don's cock was getting harder as he stared at my body. I looked at Richard, and then at Don's growing cock, and he understood. Richard moved to the side of the bed and positioned himself behind Don.
"Shut up!" I whispered to Don, and then I turned to Richard.
"It's showtime, cucky," I said, urging Richard to slipDon's cock into me.
While Richard fucked me at lightning speed, Don watched intently.
"WHOA, man!" he exclaimed, "I've never had your husband watch while I fucked you! You two must be some kind of kinky couple!"
"He's happy to be a cuckold, and I love him a lot," I said. "This lifestyle works for both of us, but if you think it's weird, well..."
"I didn't mean to insult you," Don said quickly. "Your hubby has a thick cock, and it feels heavenly inside you."
Richard slowed his thrusts, causing me to advise him not to rush things.
"We've got all night, unless you have somewhere else to be," I said, stretching orgasmically.
Richard chuckled and went back to his fast pacing.
"I've never fucked a woman while her husband watches," he admitted. "You two are quite the kinky bunch!"
"But that's exactly what we are," I replied, fingering Don's arsehole. "Don, relax."
I looked at Richard, then fingered Don's arsehole, slipping my finger inside him. He jerked forward, and I tightened my grip, eliciting a moan from him.
"Go gradually," I instructed him as I continued to fingertip his anus while he rode me from the front. He was talented; he altered the depth of his strikes, taking my entire length out at times then plunging himself back in slowly. On other instances, he was all the way in, and he'd force his way deeper. I experienced my first orgasm with his hands clutching my buttocks, legs entwined around his hips, and head leaning back as I savored the climax.
Don dismounted, switched me on all fours, and found himself back in, this time thrusting me from behind.
I prefer this stance; it makes men penetrate deeper inside me, I thought. After that, he inserted what felt like two fingers into my anus.
"What works for you, works for me," he groaned and started to finger-fuck my anus while his cock still penetrated me from the front. With his other hand, he held and tugged a nipple. He sent a burst of delight by squeezing the bud as I buried my face in the pillow and luxuriated in the multitude of pleasurable sensations my body was experiencing.
Confusion was in my mind due to the different areas of my body in need of attention. My vagina felt full and stretched, there was a painful sting in my anus, and both of my breasts were throbbing due to the torment my partner was causing. I felt a subsequent climax approaching, so I squeezed Don's cock to make the anticipation last, and the feeling more intense.
However, Don was determined. He kept ramming in and out me amidst the throbbing of his spurts. Eventually, my body collapsed, and Don was met with my cum dripping down his thighs.
"You're a master," I gasped, just before he released, filling me up. Afterwards, we both slowed down, and Don leaned over me, covering my back.
I contracted my vagina around his lessening cock and eased him out.
"My god, babe," he panted, "that was such a killer. I've never made a woman squirt before."
It's not necessary to use "babe," I thought, but I composed myself and murmured, "Intriguing, I suppose I'll give it another try. But first, the cuckold ought to clean us."
The three of us rearranged ourselves so we could lie side-by-side on the bed.
"Richard," I called out, "time to clean! You'll begin with Don, and then I have a cream pie for you."
Richard reveled in his role and quickly dived between Doctor Patel's leg, and started doting with his tongue on his lover's softened member. I relished the aroma from my pipe as I inhaled it, anticipating my turn for cleaning.
"So, Don," I stated as I took a drag from my pipe, "that's why you taste...alone."
Don was still flustered from my climax.
"Olwen," he said, "you're an intriguing individual. Would you consider me as a partner besides the cuckold who you've targeted for your games?"
I kept my response firm as I puffed out smoke, "It's possible...if you can promise to maintain this secret."
Don nodded.
Richard was done; he extricated himself from Don's semi-erect member, and looked at me with excitement radiating across his face.
"Oh yeah?" he said, his tone suggestive. "Let's see how far past your anal threshold we can get."
Similar to what I had done to Don, I eyed Richard's soft cock.
"You've done it twice this afternoon if memory serves correctly. Plus, me sucking on you in the vehicle had you on fire before we left the bar," I said, trailing off. Richard's member rose, catching my astonishment. "Well, you get me hard, Richard. You're persistent in my playroom. However, I don't think penetrating me is possible at the moment."
Richard didn't need to be encouraged. He focused all his energies on my genitalia, allowing my excitement to rise. I winked at Don.
"You consented to butt sex earlier, huh?" I inquired. "Are you open to using your anus?"
Don hesitated, viewing his impotent member between his legs.
"I did three rounds through my girl earlier this afternoon, and you swallowed me up in the car; I'm drained." he admitted. "I really enjoyed getting to know you, but I don't think I can achieve an erection after all that exertion. Practically, anus sex would be my preference."
The warmth of Richard's tongue brought me to bliss once more. Cuckolding truly has its perks - a second climax is practically a given, and this was no different. I hugged his head tightly and began feeding him my own cum, combined with the juices Don had left within me. Richard licked, swallowed, and devoured every last drop. This man has impeccable skills when it comes to cleaning up.
"You're more than welcome to stay the night," I said, setting my pipe aside and loosening my grip on his head. He emerged from under my thighs, flushed and glistening with perspiration, yet still sporting a cat-like grin.
"You'll be in the spare room tonight, cuck," I announced. "Don will be here as well. Perhaps he'll still be around tomorrow, so I can mils you in front of him. For the time being, we need to hit the bathroom. Shall we?"
I guided him to the bathroom where I perched on his face, releasing my bladder from within. Then, I cleaned my teeth, kissed his cheek, and wished him goodnight. I returned to my bed with the enticing stranger.
MORNING
Awakened from a deep sleep, I felt a thick, robust member nudging its way between my arse cheeks while meeting my pucker. Opening my eyes, I noticed Don awake as well.
"Morning beautiful," I greeted him cheerfully. "It seems you're raring for some fun."
Don stretched, yawned, and I recall feeling his rock-solid erection prodding against my backside.
"More than ready," he admitted. "Fancy reaming my arse?"
I responded with a grin. Following our liaison at the fetish club a few weeks prior, I'd lured him to my home for some fantastic intercourse. The first night, he hadn't been able to ravage my anus due to his previous climaxes that day. However, he did stay overnight, and he'd stuffed me the next morning. It had since become an established routine.
At this point, Richard would drive me to the club every Friday night. Don and I would indulge in a couple of drinks, and we would engage in foreplay whilst Richard enjoyed himself in the glory hole. We would then return home, and he would prepare me for a sensual, slow stretch from Richard before settling down to witness my unforgettable Hot Wife experience. Once our pleasure session concluded, Richard would clean us up before relocating to the spare room. Upon awakening, Don and I would commence another day filled with sexual satisfaction. This morning unfolded in the same anticipated manner as always. I yearned for an extended anal encounter.
During breakfast, Don and I discoursed about the following weekend. I was unsure how long our connection would persist, but I was resolute in exploiting him whilst we each derived so much enjoyment from copulating.
THIS IS THE LIFE OF A HOT WIFE. Lovers will enter and pass on, but if one intends to embrace the lifestyle, I know there'll be a new partner emerging soon to fill the void.
THE END.
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