Real People - a long story and pics

OK, I have never done this before, but I'm about to start a thread that describes our life story. Let's make some ground rules:
What I write is almost completely true, but some details will be changed to protect us or to add to the story.
We are an aging (50s) couple who have been together forever, love each other dearly, and who have had a few real adventures in life.
This is our story. If you like, let us know and we'll post more.
I don't have many pics from the early days - the technology wasn't available, but hundreds from recent adventures - forgive me if I can't accurately illustrate every story.
I will try to mix story and pics to make it interesting for you.
This can fly or die - the end result is up to you.

This first part is taken from something I wrote which described how our adventures began.

A guy, let's call him Andy, contacted me to let me know how much he was enjoying a story I wrote and published on another site. He confessed that he had been married for 30 plus years and had wanted to see his wife used by another man throughout that time, but had been unable to achieve his ambition. He explained that he really identified with the characters in my story, and that he loved to read about the female lead's humiliation and lechery in the story, imagining that it was written about his own wife, let's call her Maureen.

Something in his story touched me, and I wrote back explaining that whilst my story was fiction, many of the events are based on real incidents, or real fantasies that have been shared between me and my wife. I offered to share some of those real incidents with him if he was interested.

He was interested; and so began an exchange of e-mails that started out describing how my wife and I had broken through the barrier that every couple faces the first time they consider bringing a third party into their sex life. The first two such mails from me to Andy are reproduced below; I won't publish his own replies and stories, and they are irrelevant to my story anyway, but you'll get some hints as to his and Maureen's explorations from reading my mails to him.


Feel free to give your feedback, but if all you can do is flame, please do it elsewhere, I find it tiresome. I hope you enjoy

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Hi again Andy,

It sounds like you and your wife (Maureen?) are in a similar age group to us, and have been together for a similar period of time. Certainly, your feelings and fantasies appear to be similar to mine, and were initially inspired in a similar way to my own (Forum was a great source of ideas and fantasies in the days before the Internet). I married Martini in xxxx when we were both extremely young (19, 18). We each came from relatively poor families (we would have called it working class in those days), and to be honest, we had little in common other than mutual attraction, youth and raging hormones. Most of our families advised against the marriage, and didn't expect it to last, but here we are xx years later as happy as we've ever been, and having grown into a very close unit with everything in common, totally dependent on each other and devoted to each other, and we will remain together, I am 100% confident, until one of us pops our clogs and shuffles off this mortal coil.

I was always proud of the way Martini looked (and I still am - I've enclosed a photograph taken last year as an example). I always liked it when other guys checked her out. I read letters in Forum and fantasised about our having similar adventures, and was excited by the idea. We were lucky enough to have a relationship that allowed me to discuss these fantasies with Martini, but they remained fantasies. Both of us had been conditioned into 'normal' married life, where the guys were supposed to get jealous, and women were supposed to be monogamous. Although we shared the fantasy, and excited each other with it, nothing happened to make it a reality until much later.

Oh, we played a little with exhibitionism - I loved for Martini to dress sexy and take her out, hoping that other guys would check her out. But we never made the leap to actually encouraging anything to really happen that would lead to adultery or more. We'd go into town and get Martini trying on clothes in a fashion store or boutique preferably, where changing rooms had curtains instead of doors, and she'd leave a little gap for me and others to glimpse her through. That sort of game.

Until we were about 30, one of the most exciting things that had happened to us was when we went to a party at a friend's place. Martini wore a long white hippy type dress which was low cut at the bust, but which reached to her ankles. Underneath, she wore nothing except a g-string - very adventurous in those days, and in those days it was common for girls not to wear a bra. Martini's dress attracted a lot of attention, she really was showing a lot of cleavage, and a number of guys had danced with her. Quite late on we had been taking a rest, sitting on the floor of one room with our backs against a wall, and our knees drawn up, and one of our closest friends, Steve, was sitting close to us, opposite us really. As Martini and I got up to dance again, he leaned over and said something to Martini that I didn't hear, but she repeated it to me whilst we were dancing. He had said "You are quite hairy aren't you!"

In all innocence, Martini had been sitting in a position where he could look up her dress and see her pussy lips parted by her g-string. The realisation, as we danced, that he'd done this, and further, that he'd let Martini know what he'd done, excited us both enormously, and I really wanted things to go further. When we finished dancing, I steered Martini back to the same spot and we sat back in the same position, allowing Steve, who by now had been joined by another mutual friend called Rip, to repeat the experience, and see Martini's pussy, this time with them knowing that she knew they were looking (they didn't know that I knew). It was obvious to both Martini and I that Steve had told Rip about what he had seen, and they both took full advantage of our return to the same position – Steve and Rip almost lying on the floor across from us so that they could see right up Martini's dress. They even shared some comments between them that they thought would go over my head, but which I was able to understand because I knew what they were doing, and wanted them to do more of it.

Martini was secretly loving the thought of being exposed to them, and would lean over to whisper something in my ear, the movement causing her legs to part, giving them an even better look at her sex. What she was telling me as she whispered was how wet she was getting being ogled by these two friends.

I really wanted one of them to ask her to dance, so that she would be close to them, and they could make more suggestive comments to her, maybe even try to touch her up, just to see how far she would go with this. However, nothing else happened, probably because we were all too scared by the situation to take it any further, but Martini and I fucked like rabbits when we got home, and the remembrance of what had happened fuelled many a further sexy session between us. It also gave a charged atmosphere whenever we met either Steve or Rip again, but for one reason or another, nothing developed, and we eventually lost contact.

So you can see, we were very nervous and unsure about our own feelings. Things were complicated also by Martini's jealousy, and her concerns that the fact that I fantasised about her with other men might mean that I didn't love her as much as I professed, or that I was trying a back door to get her agreement to my sleeping with other women (what's good for the goose type of argument). On my part, I had no such intentions, but I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this according to the macho conditioning that I'd been subjected to all of my life, so there were lots of barriers to taking things any further.

Then things changed. I became much more reconciled to my own feelings, and started listening to my inner self and giving myself a lot more credit than I had hitherto. I guess I grew up. I kind of consciously and intellectually decided that my feelings were at least as valid as the conditioning I'd suffered, and started to convince myself that I was right, and the rest of the world wrong. Of course, the fact that I was a rampaging young buck with an incredible and permanent sexual libido, and was constantly fuelling that libido with my favourite fantasy, was maybe influencing how I felt about my intellectual versus conditioned instincts.

About the same time, Martini was taking swimming lessons from a guy that was obviously attracted to her (he used to spend ages having her practice her leg kicking action whilst out of the pool, lying on the poolside, which coincidentally allowed him to eye her up as she opened and closed her legs in a little swim suit). Martini used to tell me about his obvious manipulation of her when she came home from a lesson, and we would both embellish the event with our favourite mutual fantasy theme. It got to the point that I would be excited whenever she was having a lesson with him, and we'd both rush home to discuss the latest lesson and screw each other whilst discussing whatever had happened.

We both knew it was inevitable that he would one day make a proper hit on her; attempt to ask her out or something, and we fantasised about how she should react when he did. I encouraged her to accept any invitation, and spent a lot of time constantly telling her I loved her, and that I was proud of her, etc, to allay her fears about my 'perverted' fantasy masking a lack of care for her, or other, even less palatable objectives. Eventually the inevitable happened, and he asked her if she would meet him one evening. She accepted, and came home to tell me about the development, and we were each as excited as we had ever been before, and screwed each other for ages. Martini has always been multi-orgasmic, but I was typically a one-shot, fire-it-and-forget-it type of guy. This night, I think I came about 4 times in succession, and I guess that this, more than anything else, convinced Martini that I really did get excited about the thought of her with someone else, rather than that I was scheming to get a bit of tail with another woman.

That was the start of our adventures, which have developed significantly since then. If you are interested, I'll tell you what happened next. In fact, I've enjoyed writing this so much that I might develop this as a story (true story) for an erotic story site. Let me know what you think of the idea, and the story so far.

Kind regards,

Rotter

Hi Andy,

Thanks for the three stories, which were hot! What a shame that things didn't work out quite as well as you had hoped, although it sounds from your description that Maureen was ready and able to make the final 'jump' and make you the cuckold that you want so much to be. Your description of her intimacy with Geoff indicates to me that she was definitely ripe for the plucking, if only circumstances hadn't intervened. If Len hadn't called them back (probably a bit of jealousy on his part) and you hadn't behaved inappropriately afterwards, who knows what might have happened?

I promised you that I'd tell you more of the story about our first time with planned and agreed adultery and cuckoldry. Here's what happened with Martini's swimming instructor.

What I didn't tell you before was that there was a loose professional connection between Scottie (Martini's swimming instructor) and myself. We were both in the forces at the time, of similar rank, and based at the same location. As such, he was aware of my work patterns, and more importantly, aware of my duties. There were times when I was on-call, and therefore away from home for much of the evening / night, and he would have been aware of the dates when these duties fell for me.

When he eventually picked up the courage to make a hit upon Martini, he asked her what happened when I was the duty officer, and whether that meant she was available to go out with him. She admitted that when on duty, I was away from home for most of the night, and that my next duty was the following Thursday. We lived at the time in a small town, and Martini pretended that she was nervous about them going out together where they may be seen by mutual acquaintances. Obviously, Martini need have no concerns about word getting back to me, because I was encouraging her to meet with Scottie, but Scottie didn't and couldn't know that. After some discussion, they agreed between themselves that Scottie would call at our house on the Thursday evening, and that they would have a drink and see what happened whilst I was on duty at the base. It was after agreeing this that Martini came home and reported the conversation to me that we both got extremely excited, and fucked like rabbits for several hours, talking about what might happen, describing what we hoped might happen, and re-assuring each other that this was an adventure game we were playing, and didn't mean that we didn't love each other just as much as before.

Martini was typically female about the whole thing – "Oh, nothing may happen. He may not fancy me. It could all be a damp squib. Don't get your hopes up too high, he may not show up." – comments like that. All the time, I'm thinking "Are you mad? He's a guy! He has already ogled you, asked you out, arranged to come to our house when I'm away, and you've as good as agreed that he can fuck you. Why would nothing happen after the way this scene has been set up?" Of course, I didn't say any of this; afraid to do anything that might make Martini change her mind.

The days until my duty were agony, and ecstasy. I was in a constant state of excitement, imagining my wife of 10 years, still a very attractive and young looking 28-year-old MILF (of course, we had never heard that term then), meeting this guy and letting him have her as he pleased. I was careful to constantly reassure Martini of her attractiveness and irresistibility, as well as of my growing love for her and pride in her appearance. Martini fluctuated between confidence and pride that he wanted her, and concern about what the event would mean for our relationship. I was on tenterhooks all the time – would it happen or not?

Eventually, Thursday rolled around, and I came home early from work to prepare for my evening duty. Martini also came home early to get herself prepared for what was intended to be her first extramarital affair with my full knowledge and consent. Whilst she had a bath, I laid out the clothes I wanted her to wear to receive her intended lover. I chose a filmy cocktail dress that she always wore a slip with because it was a little transparent. It had a spaghetti strap top, which would mean she couldn't wear a bra with it. To wear beneath, I chose tan stockings and suspender belt, and a sexy pair of panties that tied at the side, and were almost totally see-through. I didn't lay out the customary slip that she also wore with the dress.

After Martini's bath, she prepared her hair and make-up, and nervously dressed for me so that I could see how she would look when she opened our door to Scottie later that evening. It would still be a couple of hours before he arrived, and I had about 40 minutes before I had to leave to start my duty. We were both almost breathless with excitement as we moved towards the culmination of our plans for her adultery.

We talked through final arrangements. As my duty was something of a fluid affair, allowing me to come home when things on the base were quiet, but at no particular fixed time, we needed a signal that all was clear so that I didn't arrive home unexpectedly, and catch Scottie still in my place in the arms of my wife. We agreed that if the porch light was switched ON, that would mean it was safe for me to come home, but that the porch light would be switched OFF whilst Scottie was in residence, so-to-speak. We went over this little plan several times, because Martini was by now so woolly headed with excitement, that I was unsure whether she had really grasped and understood it.

Before I left, I asked Martini to stand in front of the fire. When she did, her entire body was back-lit and silhouetted by the subtle light from the fire. She looked stunning, and incredibly sexy. As she was still professing that even if Scottie showed up, nothing may happen, I told her that if he didn't make a move on her all she had to do was stand in front of the fire like that and he was sure to pounce on her and forcefully take her. It was weird giving my wife tips on how to excite and seduce another guy, but soooooo exciting.

Eventually, I had to leave, and kissed and fondled Martini before dragging myself reluctantly away – she looked, smelled and felt great, and it was all I could do to stop myself fucking her there and then, which would have made me late, and would have ruined all of our preparations. I waved goodbye to her as I slid into the car and drove away to the longest and most frustrating 5 hours of my life.

I couldn't concentrate on anything at the base, and got through my duty on automatic, wishing the hours away until I could get home and find out what had happened. At the same time I was imagining what might be happening at home, wondering if Scottie had turned up, and if Martini's fears about him not wanting her had any foundation, knowing that they had none. My heart was in my mouth throughout, my cock hard with excitement, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from relieving the growing pressure for release in my balls. I distinctly remember how my mouth would fill with saliva when I thought of what might be happening, and I was close to vomiting with excitement at several points during the evening. At no time did I feel jealousy, just raw lustful excitement.

I found out from Martini later that she was in a similar restless and excited state as she waited to see whether Scottie would appear at the appointed hour.

Finally, I was clear of my duty requirements, and I could go home. It was with bated breath that I turned the corner into our street and looked for the lit porch light that would signal it was safe for me to enter the house. When I looked, the light was on, and my heart missed a beat as I pulled the car onto the driveway, and rushed to the front door.

That was nearly a disaster. Martini had totally fucked it up, and had forgotten all about the signal in her excitement, and had never switched the light off when Scottie had arrived. I found out later that I missed him by about two minutes, Scottie deciding to leave by the back door to avoid alerting the neighbours. If I had been a few minutes earlier, I would have crashed into Scottie, with potentially disastrous consequences. In the climate of the day, it was important to the whole adventure that neither Scottie nor anyone else was aware of my knowledge and complicity in the affair. However, disaster was avoided, and he had left totally unaware of my almost simultaneous arrival at the front door.

When I entered the living room, Martini was standing by the fire, in her cocktail dress, almost as I had left her, although her hair and make-up had clearly been disturbed. It only took one look to pass between us, and I knew that she and Scottie had fucked during my absence. The room smelled of sex, and she looked at me sheepishly, but coquettishly, like the cat that got the cream, and was now frightened of the reaction. I rushed over to her and took her in my arms, and for the first time kissed my adulterous wife firmly on the lips.

When we broke apart, I was rock hard and almost speechless with excitement, but managed to get out the question, "Well, what happened". Martini smiled at me, and replied, "What didn't happen would be a better question". That was the start of a sexual marathon between us, my first of the night, and Martini's second.

I ran my hands over her body as she started to tell me her tale, feeling h
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I ran my hands over her body as she started to tell me her tale, feeling her firm flesh beneath her filmy dress, and imagining Scottie doing the same. She told me how he had arrived, and she had poured him a beer, before sitting next to him on the sofa. They had talked for a few minutes, during which time Scottie had determined what time I was expected home. It didn't take long before he made his move. He reached over and pulled Martini's face towards his and they kissed. Confident of his position, and of her willingness and unspoken submission to him, he had let his hand slide down across her shoulder, and was cupping her breast before they had finished the first kiss. As Martini recounted to me how they had fallen into each other's arms, and how he had explored her body with his hands, I was already stepping out of my trousers, and interrupting her with my own kisses and exploration of her unfaithful body.

She explained how Scottie had taken charge of her and told her to stand as he stepped behind her to undo the zip at the back of her dress, and of how she had allowed him to pull the spaghetti straps over her shoulders, letting her dress fall to the floor. He had then reached around her to caress both her now naked breasts with his two hands, as he buried his face in her blond hair and nuzzled into her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

As she described how his hands had then swept down across her flat stomach, and to her hips, I was already naked and starting to remove her dress myself, the second time she had allowed a man to undress her in a few hours I remember thinking at the time.

Scottie had discovered the ties at the side of her panties, and had silently pulled loose the bows that held them together, before sliding the material away from between her legs, leaving her standing in just her shoes, stockings and suspenders, before he stepped back and admired her nakedness for the first time. As I let her dress fall to the floor, there were no panties to contend with, and in answer to my questioning look, Martini explained that Scottie had been so taken with her panties, she had let him take them with him as a souvenir.

As Martini stood naked before me, as she had earlier stood and allowed Scottie's visual examination of her, the smell of sex was overpowering, and I could see stains and dampness on her stocking tops, and the sticky residue of their adventure at the tops of her thighs. I pulled her down to the floor, eager to be inside her, this first time I was far too over-excited to even consider exploring the evidence of her infidelity – a habit that I would later discover and enjoy to the full.

For the first time I slipped my rock hard cock into my wife's wet, recently used, swollen pussy, and felt it engulf me in its sticky wetness. As I started to hump into her, after hours and days of sexual tension and excitement, she continued to tell me about the events a few hours earlier.

Scottie too had been impatient to be inside her, and had wasted little time in discovering how wet she was in anticipation of him, sliding his fingers down to her pussy, and telling her to part her legs so that he could properly explore her wanton wetness. As she told me how he had instructed her to part her legs, as my mind came to terms with another man being in a position to order my wife to expose herself for him, I was already well past the point of no return on my way to my first orgasm of the night.

Between her grunts and moans as I humped her aggressively on the hard floor, she told me how he had turned her to face him, and started to undo his shirt, whilst telling her to remove his trousers. It was when she described how she had sunk, naked to her knees in front of him, that I could hold back no longer, and thrust deeply into her used pussy, shooting my load forcefully into her, to join whatever residue he had left in her earlier. My eyes closed, and I shook with the intensity of that first release, and I collapsed on top of my newly adulterous wife, totally spent, and ashamed of my inability to hold off my own release for more than a few seconds. I needn't have worried.

That was just the start Andy. If you are interested, I'll tell you more about what Martini told me that night. About how Scottie really got off on telling her what to do, and when to do it. Of her responses to that, and how her recounting her tale to me of her first time with Scottie led to me breaking my own recently set world record of climaxes in a single night, and how we then took the relationship with Scottie, and his successors even further. The more of this I write, the more I think I should publish these e-mails, after making you and Maureen anonymous of course. Let me know what you think about the story so far and the idea of publishing it somewhere for others to read.

Hello again Andy,

Thanks for your mail, and I'm glad that you are enjoying hearing about how Martini and I got started with bringing other men into our life together, satisfying my desire to know she was having sex with other men, and eventually leading to me seeing her with other men, and much much more.

I really appreciate your feedback on how our story is being written, and of course, I'll try to include as much as I am able about not just what I was thinking and feeling as these adventures progressed, but also what Martini was thinking and feeling. I can appreciate how that could be exciting for you, and actually, I'm finding it quite exciting thinking about these old episodes and writing them down. I have also done as I proposed in my earlier mails, and I've gone ahead and published the first two e-mails, slightly edited, on on an erotic story site. They haven't been cleared for publication just yet, being in a pending state, but it will be interesting to see how others react to them when they eventually become available. Don't worry, I have removed anything that could directly identify you, and changed the names to protect the innocent, as promised.

When I left off in my last mail, I had just finished cumming in my wife Martini's well used pussy for the first time, and had collapsed on top of her on the floor of the living room in our house, where only a few minutes earlier, she had said goodbye to her new lover.

In the immediate aftermath of my orgasm, we both lay together, speechless, and recognising that we still loved each other. Martini was naked but for her stockings and suspender belt, which I subsequently found out, had never been removed through the marathon session that she had eventually had with Scottie. I was naked, and despite my having climaxed just a few seconds earlier, I was surprised to realise that I was still rock hard from the intense excitement. Oh, those were the days – lol.

Despite being rock hard and comfortable inside Martini, I wanted to hear more about what had transpired, so rolled off of her accommodating body and we lay spooned together by the fire. As I reached around her to snuggle into her, my erection pressing into her back, I quietly asked her to go on with her story, which she did, in great detail.

She reminded me that Scottie had told her to remove his trousers as he pulled off his own shirt, and that she had dropped to her knees to comply. At this point, she giggled a bit and said that she thought he had really enjoyed telling her what to do, and that he certainly did a lot more of that as the night progressed. I felt a surge of additional excitement run through me, finishing with a twitch of my cock, as I wondered what other orders this guy had given to my wife. Martini felt my cock stir, and looked back over her shoulder at me, and asked if this was really turning me on. I replied by pushing my still hard cock against her and squeezing her breasts, urging her to continue.

She then described to me how she felt as she undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. She could see the large bulge in his shorts as he stepped out of his trousers, and she couldn't resist reaching up with one hand to feel his growing hardness for the first time. He let her play with him for a few seconds, whilst she was thinking, "Oh my God, I'm about to let this guy have me!" Martini told me that she was very wet with her own excitement, and was getting a real buzz from the submissive posture she was in, nearly naked on her knees at his feet as he stood before her. She also said that knowing that I was on duty thinking about what she would be doing was also adding to the incredible turn-on she was getting from this new and strange situation. She desperately wanted to please Scottie in order to please me, was how she put it.

After a few seconds, Scottie simply peeled off his own shorts, stepped out of them, and stood naked and erect in front of her eyes. I couldn't resist asking her how big he was, and her one word answer was "Big!" I distinctly remember feeling pleased, not at all threatened – even though from her reaction, he was obviously bigger than me.

Now she was able to reach up and wrap her hand around his cock, as she knelt before him. She told me that she would have taken him in her mouth there and then, but that he was too impatient. He pushed her back until she was lying on the floor in front of him, as he towered above her, taking in her naked body with his eyes, drinking in every detail of her. Eventually he told her to open her legs, and after a slight pause, she did as he ordered. Martini told me, as I cuddled into her, that she couldn't help but compare her position then with the position he had made her take on the pool side to practice her leg kicks. This time, though, there was no cover or privacy for her from a swimsuit, and he was able to see every part of her, including her very wet and open pussy.

As she told me about how he knelt between her legs, and then reached under each knee with his hands, pulling her knees upwards, and spreading her legs further apart, I reached down and positioned my own cock until it lay against her sticky wet pussy lips. As she described how he had entered her from the front, I slipped my length into her from the rear, and she moaned, and stopped her tale for a minute whilst she adjusted her position to allow me to slide deeply into her.

Once again, I started to slide in and out of my wife's body, whilst she picked up the story.

Scottie had slid easily into her, she said, despite his size and girth; she was so ready to accept him. He had lifted her bum from the carpet to rest on his own thighs as he knelt in front of her, sliding his big cock in and out of her willing pussy. As he had entered her, she told me that for a moment she could think of nothing but the physical pleasure she was experiencing from his penetration of her, but she quickly started to remind herself that she was committing adultery, offering herself to this other man, offering what until then had been reserved for me. Martini squeezed her legs together and tightened her grip on me as she told me how that thought had caused a mini-orgasm to ripple through her, soon to be replaced by a full climax as he continued to stroke his full length into and out of her.

By now, I was approaching my second orgasm, and I could feel, and hear Martini starting to build up to her own passionate release. Her words were coming in short bursts, interspersed with moans and groans, as she remembered her earlier infidelity, and the eroticism of taking this stranger with her husband's full consent and approval. We continued to hump into each other in animal lust, our heads full of the various images that we were picturing in response to this incredibly exciting adventure.

The story dried up as we passed the point of no return. Now we were just two old and familiar lovers, working to please and satisfy each other, caught up in the intense physical stimulation that each of us provided to the other. A few more seconds of frantic humping brought me to the point of my second climax in a few minutes, and I desperately tried to hang on, taking Martini with me, pushing harder and harder into her, deeper and deeper as I held back my own orgasm. Finally, the damn burst again, and I spewed my cream into her just as she pushed back against me, and shuddered and groaned in her own intense climax.

Her ass jerked as I spasmed inside of her, and we pushed against each other as our orgasms faded. Once again, we spooned together, still tied together by my now softening cock remaining inside her swollen and twitching pussy. This time it took a good five minutes before I felt able to slip from her comforting folds, and hug her tightly to me, feeling more love for her than I had ever felt before.

Eventually, we resumed the story. She told me how, after she and Scottie had fucked for the first time, on the floor where we now lay, how he had pulled out of her after climaxing inside her, as I had just done, and how he had straddled her chest, his own softening cock near her chin, and had ordered her to clean him up with her mouth and tongue. She told me how depraved she felt, and yet how keen she was, to follow his orders, and first lick and then mouth his cock, wet with their juices, taking his reduced length into her eager mouth for the first time. I couldn't resist turning her head towards me, and kissing again the lips that had been wrapped around his cock, licking at the chin that had been damp and sticky with their mixed juices a couple of hours before. When we finished kissing, she told me that as she mouthed him, she already felt him begin to grow again in her mouth, whilst his spunk was already dribbling from her used cunt, to dampen her thighs and soak into the tops of her stockings.

When he was fully hard again, he had risen from her and sat on our sofa, and pulled her head to his groin in order that she could suck him, and lick him some more. As she did this, she said to me, he began to talk to her, telling her what a good little wife she was, what a good little slut she had been, and how he was going to enjoy using her again and again.

Martini explained how this made her feel. We had never played domination / submission games between us, always respecting each other, always equal partners in sex as in everything else. She said that she now found it very exciting, almost intoxicating, to submit to his crude and offensive behaviour. His treating her as an object added to her excitement; at times she wanted to rebel, but stopped herself, wanting this man to know her for what she was; a slut and a whore, an unfaithful, cheating wife. She became obsessed with being everything he wanted her to be as he pulled her hair and spoke crudely to her as she lavished attention on his cock and balls.

He started to ask her questions. "You love it don't you? You want more of my cock don't you?" as she continued to pay homage to him. He would pull her head, by the hair, away from his cock, and she told me how she pushed back, despite her hair being nearly torn out by the roots, to taste him again. My wife told me that it was as if a spell had been cast upon her, as if she had become nothing more than a sex-crazed nymphomaniac, who wanted nothing more than to be used and abused by this man who had no rights over her. As she told me all of this, once again, I felt my own stirrings begin, as I responded to this most erotic of all my fantasies unfolding.

She told me of the satisfaction she had felt when her ministrations finally got to him, and he started to respond to her oral skills. I listened with mounting excitement as she described how he had started to thrust into her mouth, and into her throat as he started to lose control. She recounted how she felt a power exchange as he started to stop being in control and started to need her to finish the job she had started. I knew Martini to be an excellent cocksucker, and now this man was enjoying her skill as I had so often done in the past. By now I wanted Martini to take me in her mouth as she had done Scottie, but I also wanted her to continue to tell her story, so I resisted the temptation, and listened to her as my excitement returned.

Eventually, she told me, he lost the battle, and presented her with his own tribute, shooting his second load into her mouth and over her face; groaning with the intensity of his orgasm. Martini explained to me how proud she felt when he did so, how she enjoyed him wiping his still pulsing cock across her face, receiving his later spurts as a badge of honour. He would rub his cock into the spunk on her face, and then feed it to her again to enjoy the taste, and to watch her greedily lick up his deposit. Finally, he made her lick him clean again, all over his softening dick and around his balls. As he rested after his exertion, she was able to slip away from him to clean up somewhat, both her mouth and face and her dripping pussy. When she returned to him, lying naked on our couch, she brought him a beer from the fridge, and presented it to him.

They had chatted as he recovered, Martini sitting on the floor at his feet. She explained to me how he had felt guilty at drinking my beer. We both thought it incongruous that he should feel no guilt at using my wife as his toy and plaything, but some masculine code of honour made drinking my beer a step too far. By now I was hard again, and Martini turned to caress me, and ask if I wanted to hear more. I nodded "yes" as she gently stroked my cock.

Whilst she was sitting at his feet, as he drank my precious beer, he asked her to sit opposite him, her back against the chair opposite; he wanted to look at her. Martini complied, and found herself once again sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest, as another man stared intently at her pussy. She told me that it made her remember the time we had let Steve and Rip see her at our friend's party all those years ago. She explained how conscious she was of his intense gaze and attention, and how she at first felt awkward sitting there being examined by him. Later, as he asked her to open her legs for him, and asked her to reach down and part her lips for him, she again found herself wanting to be ordered by him to do things to please him, and as she obeyed his increasingly lewd instructions, she found herself again getting excited by her own submission to him.

By now Martini was stroking me, and I allowed her to take a break from telling her story to slide down and take me into her mouth. The touch of her hand had been light and delicate against the skin of my cock, sensitive from the two orgasms I had already achieved and from the attention I had paid it earlier whilst on duty; but the warm wetness of her mouth as it engulfed my head was like being bathed in ointment, relieving the sensitivity I had been feeling. I let her slide her head over me until her chin was against my balls, and I was fully embedded in her mouth. Now it was my turn to talk to her as she sucked me. "So you liked being made to display yourself to Scottie did you?" Her head nodded in answer, and her eyes opened to look up at my face, without ever letting my cock slide from her hungry mouth. "You liked him being able to tell you what to do?" She nodded again.

As she continued to gently wash over my cock, I continued to talk to her, exciting both her and myself by repeating the words she had told to me. "You are a slut, my slut, my slut wife" I told her, and she agreed.

"You have more to tell me?" I asked, and she nodded vigorously, my cock in her mouth, as if to say that there was still lots more to relate, and I felt another surge of excitement as I imagined what else might have happened between them. Although I was hard again, having cum twice, I was in n o hurry for a third, and wanted to relish the rest of the story. I pulled her head away from me, and she reluctantly let my cock slip from her mouth.

"Sit by the chair" I ordered. "Show me how you sat for Scottie, and then go on with your story."

She scuttled over to the chair opposite where I was sitting, and drew her knees up to her chest. Her pussy was red and swollen, and starting to leak jism as I looke
Utter_Rotter
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She scuttled over to the chair opposite where I was sitting, and drew her knees up to her chest. Her pussy was red and swollen, and starting to leak jism as I looked at it; I couldn't tell whether it was all mine, or also contained some of Scottie's own contribution. There was a towel on the arm of the sofa, obviously Martini had brought it through at some point in the evening, and I threw it across at her and told her to sit on it to protect the carpet from the copious secretions that were now leaking from her.

My wife adjusted herself on the towel, knees drawn up, but together, and told me that this was how she had sat for Scottie initially. I could see her naked pussy lips between her thighs, and imagined Scottie seeing the same intimate view of my darling wife. I couldn't resist reaching down and sliding my hand gently over my hard, sore prick.

Martini then explained how Scottie had told her to open her legs. She told me the exact form of words he had used. "Spread your knees slut, let me see your whorish cunt properly!" As she told me how he had ordered her to expose herself, she slowly parted her knees, and let them fall sideways, until she sat on the floor, her feet together, but with her knees spread out, exposing her pussy completely, and mimicking the view he had had of her.

Martini went on to tell me how he had told her to reach down and spread her lips apart so that he could see properly into her, and she said that she had kept her eyes locked on his as she did as he ordered, repeating the action for my benefit, right down to locking her eyes with mine as she reached between her legs with her right hand, slipping two fingers over her wet sex, and using them to spread apart her prominent outer lips.

As they spread for me, a large gob of spunk and cunt juice dripped from her heavily used cunt onto the towel beneath her.

Scottie had sat and watched her for ages, she said, talking to her about her own pussy, telling her how prominent her lips were, how hard her clit looked. She told me that sitting exposed like that, being talked about and to in that way was one of the most exciting things that she had ever experienced. Occasionally, Scottie would tell her to rub herself, and she would take great pleasure in providing herself some relief from her excitement by doing as he asked, becoming desperate for more physical contact as her excitement mounted.

By now, Scottie was more confident of his power over her, and of her willing submission to him. She told me that he started to tell her that he would make her sit like that in front of his friends, so that they too could see what a slut she was. As she told me this, I very nearly jacked myself to another climax, but managed to hold back by squeezing myself hard, and then removing my hand from my organ.

By now, she said, Scottie had had his fill of looking at her, and he ordered her to play with herself; to make herself cum. He told her that he would count to twenty slowly, and that if she hadn't cum by the time he reached 20, he would dress and leave, and she wouldn't see him again. He told her that this was her chance to demonstrate to him how much she wanted him to come and use her again.

I looked across at my young wife, exposed and slickly wet with our juices, and asked her if she wanted him to see her again; I asked her if she had become this man's slut. She answered me by saying that she had made herself climax by the time he counted to twelve, and she had enjoyed him watching her demonstrate her eagerness to be used by him again, cumming, she said, noisily and powerfully as he watched her debase and abuse herself at his command, a wicked smile playing on his face as he counted slowly whilst she frigged herself.

We looked at each other with absolute lust in our eyes, each knowing that tonight had just been the first of such occasions; each aware that we were already addicted to this wanton and unconventional marriage and behaviour. I was already addicted to my enjoyment of my own cuckoldry, to allowing my darling and precious wife to have other men. She was already addicted to her enjoyment of her newly discovered submissive side, to allowing herself to be used and abused by other men who had no real claim on her.

We each moved toward the other and came together again on the floor, and for the third time, I entered her and we fucked. We fucked noisily, violently, passionately, as we thought about the huge step forward we had made tonight. Our lives would never be the same again, we both knew. Now there was something that we shared, something more than other couples shared. Time would show that our mutual compact would only enhance our relationship, make us closer, and make us stronger, as we played our respective roles of slut wife and willing cuckold.

After that third frenetic coming together on that first night of our new relationship, where we lustily used each other without further discussion of the evening's events, but by no means silent in our passion, we retired to the bedroom, where we talked more, and made love twice more during that long night. The final couplings were more loving, less lustful, but still heightened by further discussion of Scottie's visit, and discussion about future visits to come.

Andy, this has been another long and detailed account of our first experience in the lifestyle that we have now enjoyed for many years. I have many other tales to tell you – of how Scottie continued to use Martini, eventually sharing her with a friend or two, of how I finally came to let him know of the affair, and how it then proceeded, of how Scottie eventually moved away, and the search for his successors. If you want to hear more, then let me know and I'll write more. I'll also continue to publish these accounts on an erotic story site.

Regards

Rotter


The above is all true and real. I have attached a couple of recent pics of my darling slut wife. If you have enjoyed and want to hear more, please let me have your feedback - there are many more tales to tell.

So ends my first thread and post, now it is up to you to decide if you want more.

Rotter
Utter_Rotter
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Sorry for the three posts - I didn't realise that there was a limit on the length of the posts. I'll know better next time.

Rotter
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

Great story. Keep it coming. Really nice work.

And, I think this is what its all about for us men that love that our women have others. The closeness, the love, the playing between two who are sharing everything together. And 'the other' who is just a part of it

You describe everything so nice and sexy. about all feelings and all the horneyness

do post more please
A cuck to my GF - A bull to all other women

this is what being a cuck is all about, thanks i can remember the waiting to get home and see if anything had happened.........
everything in life is free

Thanks for the comments Norwegian and mace, I'm glad you enjoyed. I will write more and post here in the next couple of days, together with more pics.

Rotter
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

Excellemt story - looking forward to hearing and seeing more!!!
Intelligent articulate man seeks people who need to be "used, abused & humiliated!"

wow- a truly exquisite and exciting story- cannot what to hear more- thank you so much for taking the time to share this with us

Rotter,

That is a great story of your introduction to cuckolding and Martini is a lovely cuckoldress. I particularly like the picture of her wearing the cuffs. I'd love to hear about that and how she has taken to the role of the submissive adultress. Please tell us more and show us more of your lovely wife.

Good and bi

Hello again Andy,

It has been a while, but I am so glad that you enjoyed our last instalment. That first night with Scottie lives in my memory like it was yesterday. It is one of the watershed events of my life, and has coloured and impacted every subsequent day, one way or another, ever since. Not just for me, but also for Martini.

The days that followed her first overtly sexual meeting with Scottie were equally incredible. I would find myself stopping in a trance as I remembered the events as Martini had described them to me. I was careful to keep out of Scottie’s way at work; not because I was jealous or unsure of how I would react when I met him, but because I wanted to savour meeting him for the first time since he had become my wife’s lover and, as I was increasingly beginning to imagine him her Master. I realise now that I was sub-consciously putting off what I was sure was going to be an exciting and pleasurable experience – meeting him knowing what had transpired between him and my wife, without him having any idea that I knew.

My emotions and thoughts during these days were mixed up and intense. I was very proud of my ability to shake off the shackles of my conditioning, and come to terms within myself with my new relationship with the world. There remained a lingering doubt about whether what I was doing was right? Was it manly to want to share my precious and beautiful wife with another man? How did I feel about her ability and willingness to be with someone else? Did she really love me? Then I would remember the excitement and passion that we shared and know that these were moot questions. This was an adventure that I wanted to share with my life partner.

For Martini too, the evening heralded many changes and questions. She no longer concerned herself that my motives were anything but to share in her pleasure, as I had amply demonstrated during that first, and subsequent nights. She found a new confidence; one that she could have justly claimed earlier, but the obvious lust and attraction that Scottie had demonstrated for her made her feel better about herself and the effect that she had always had on men in general. Perversely with this newfound confidence, she had also discovered something new within herself; her ability to enjoy being ordered and used and mastered, and she was eager and keen to know more about this newly discovered aspect of her sexuality. An aspect that I had never been able to bring to the surface of her conscience.

We talked endlessly over the weekend about what had happened, reassuring each other that we were OK with this, that we loved each other even more, and that we wanted to continue. It didn’t take long before we got the chance.

I still hadn’t bumped into Scottie at work when on the Monday after the initial Thursday meeting I took a call from Martini to say that Scottie had called her. I was sitting at my desk in the middle of the day, and when she told me that, I remember now how my heart had stopped and the blood had rushed to my face. When I was able to speak, I asked her what he had said.

Martini explained how Scottie had apologised for not calling earlier (we had both wondered at his lack of communication after the Thursday evening), but quickly went on to say how much he had enjoyed “using her”. Those were the words he used, and I can’t say even now who was more excited by them; Martini or I. There was a palpable pride in Martini’s voice as she recounted their conversation.

Martini had told him that she had also enjoyed herself very much, and after some small talk, he had asked when he could meet her again. Once more, I could feel the excitement in her voice as she told me his exact words.

“You were very good on Thursday evening, you little slut, but I’m sure that you can do better. When can I take you to the next step?”

By now I was rock hard beneath my desk, and wanted so much to hear the rest of the story, but at first hand, not over the telephone. I stopped her from continuing and looked at my watch. It was nearly lunchtime. I told Martini to save the rest; I was coming home for lunch.

When I got home, Martini was waiting at the door to meet me. I kissed her hungrily and we went into the living room together, where I made her sit opposite me and begin again at the beginning.

“Scottie called at about 11:30, and his first question was “Can you talk?” He was obviously worried you might be at home.”

I looked at my wife whilst she spoke; her eyes were shining and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. She was wearing a little yellow tee shirt and a brown pleated skirt, nothing out of the ordinary, but I thought I had never seen her look lovelier.

“When I told him I was alone, he said good. That was when he apologised for not calling over the weekend. “I would have called” he said, “but I didn’t want to put you in an awkward situation”. Then he told me that he had enjoyed ‘using me’ on Thursday night”.

As she said these words, she smiled thinly. They had clearly left a mark on her.

“I told him that I had enjoyed seeing him, and that it had been very exciting for me too. For some reason, I wanted him to know that it was special for me. I don’t know where I got the courage from, I was shaking by now, just from speaking to him”.

Martini looked at me, unsure how I would feel about this little revelation, but I smiled at her and asked her to continue. My erect cock was tenting my uniform trousers as she continued.

“Then he said that I had been very good on Thursday, and called me his “sexy little slut”. He said he was sure that I could do better, and when could he see me again and take me to the ‘next step’.”

We were now at the point we had reached on the ‘phone, and I was eager to hear the rest. Martini continued.

“At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant, and I kind of paused as I tried to work out how to reply. He didn’t give me too much time to answer him. After a second he said “Well! When can we meet again? I assume you do want some more of my cock?”” She actually blushed and stuttered over the word as she repeated his coarse language to me.

“I just stammered Yes!, and asked him what he meant by the “next step”, and he said “You’ll find out when we meet. Now, when can you make it?” I was so flustered by then that I blurted out that I could see him tonight.” She looked at me sheepishly. “I hope I did right.” And she burst into tears.
I hurried over to her and took her in my arms. The emotional tension was huge, and she sobbed quietly for a minute or two as I tried to calm her down. I can remember being on my knees before her, holding her in my arms as I comforted and reassured her, and how my erection was pressing against the front of the chair as I did so.

Eventually, she dried her tears and looked at me. When she started to speak, I put my finger to her lips and stopped her, and held her close to me again, before kissing her. She responded eagerly and our kiss became more passionate and urgent. Before I knew it, I was trying to strip her of the few clothes she was wearing, but she stopped me dead.

“Wait!” she said. “If I am going to see him tonight I have a lot to do. But I need to know if you want to continue this?”

Her halting of my amorous advances, never before refused by my wife, brought me to a stop. I was rock hard, hungry for her, but respected her wish to take a breather and consider our position. In a flash, all of my options passed through my mind. I could stop the adventure and have her here and now, release my pent up hunger, but put the rest of the potential adventure at risk. Or, I could ride this impossible wave of excitement by confirming my willingness to continue – at the cost of immediate release, I could bank untold potential future excitement and passion. The choice was crystal clear to me. This was the defining moment in my career as a new cuckold.

I looked her in the eyes and saw there the excitement, uncertainty and eagerness to explore more. It was like a reflection of my own thoughts. I kissed her tenderly again, and spoke softly to her.

“I have never wanted you more than I do now. I have never been so excited as I have been since Thursday evening. I have never been so proud of you as I have been in the last few days. I don’t want to stop. I want to continue. I don’t know what the next step is, but I want you to take it for us. How do you feel?”

As I spoke these words to her I could feel a shiver run through her. I never knew if it was a shiver of excitement or of fear, but we both knew that we were crossing a boundary. She returned my anxious gaze and kissed me back. I knew that whatever else happened, she would meet Scottie this evening as he had asked.

We discussed the arrangements he had made. He was to ring back at 14:30 to see if she was available, and make whatever arrangements had to be made. I had a sick feeling in my stomach as Martini made me a sandwich before I returned to work, waiting for her call to tell me what the arrangements were.

As agreed between Martini and myself, when Scottie called her back she explained that I was going to attend a card school that evening and would be away from 19:00 until at least midnight. This was a complete fabrication, but allowed Scottie free reign over Martini for several hours – as far as he was concerned she was available to him.

In their phone conversation, he told her he wanted to take her out for a drink and to have some private time “not in our house”. She agreed to meet him at the corner of the street where we lived at “about 20:00”. When she called me to tell me of the arrangements, she told me that Scottie had instructed her to “dress casually, but sexily – wear a skirt!” The possibilities filled us both with excited anticipation.

I was home at about 17:00, too excited to eat any of the dinner Martini had prepared for me. She had spent the afternoon deciding what to wear for her “date” and bathing and washing her blond hair, and was beautifully made up and dressed in a robe when I arrived home. We talked a little about what might happen, and she showed me the clothes she had chosen for the evening.

Her selection included a favourite skirt which finished a couple of inches above the knee with a slit at the side that reached up to mid thigh, together with a zip-front woollen knit skinny rib cardigan that she habitually wore without a bra. The zip could be undone from top or bottom to reveal as much cleavage or midriff as desired, and was one of my favourites.

We discussed underwear, and she rejected the idea of stockings and suspenders on the account of the “ugly lumps” visible beneath her skirt. I spent most of half an hour convincing her that this was a terrific turn-on for most men of our generation, and she reluctantly agreed to my suggestion that she wear these items. Wearing a bra was never even considered, but she did wear a brief pair of panties. When she was dressed and in her high heels, she looked stunning, and I was over the moon with excitement.

In case Scottie was likely to drive by, I took to my car about 18:30, and drove a few streets away before parking and returning secretly via the back door (the same one that Scottie had used the week before). I found Martini predictably unsure of herself, but excited and ready to leave for her “date”. We talked some more about the plans for the evening, me with a lump in my throat, until it was time for her to leave. I kissed her again, and wished her luck as she stepped through the front door to meet her “bull” (in those days that term would have been meaningless to us).

The next several hours were both a nightmare and a revelation to me. I couldn’t settle to anything. I was hard with excitement, but frightened to touch myself, determined to be ready for her when she returned. I tried to watch TV and to settle with a beer, but couldn’t sit still for more than two minutes. I was constantly watching the clock and wondering what was happening. At one point, I remember, I paced up and down the stairs of our small house, counting the trips up and down, just to pass the time. I looked at photographs we had taken, including some risqué ones of Martini, and I flicked endlessly through the available TV channels looking for something that would attract my attention and take my mind off of what might be happening elsewhere.

At 23:00, after several beers, I gave up and went to bed. I stripped off completely naked, enjoying my nakedness as I slipped beneath the sheets, and wondering about Martini’s state of dress, and attempted to sleep. It was impossible. I was soon pacing again up and down the flights of stairs, this time naked, watching for the car lights that might signal her return home. Exhausted after about 90 trips up and down the stairs, I again went to bed and tried to sleep.

This time I dozed, and awoke to hear the front door opening and the sounds of Martini taking off her high heels before padding up the stairs. I looked at the bedside alarm clock and saw that the time was still the right side of midnight – just. I held my breath until the bedroom door opened, and Martini appeared.

To be continued…
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

Beautifully written and very exciting. More please.

Fantastic account and a lovely wife,she looks perfect!
It is very exiting to train a wife to display her self properly.

I am delighted to be getting such positive comments - thank you guys. Carvin, thanks also for your mail, which I have responded to.

I hope to be posting the next installment this week, but there then may be a gap as we are going on holiday.

Rotter
Utter_Rotter
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me and my husband want to have sex on msn cam or yahoo
if you want to play with us add me
chanet79@yahoo.com
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:)

Go on Rotter, a fantastic thread. And well written.

Regards, Dino

Please please please carry on Maestro!
M Lura

10,000 words written and 4 lousy pics that show nothing....And he's complaining about no technology in the early days but has hundreds now?

After seeing 4 pics, didn't bother reading anything. If I want a novel, I'll go to the bookstore, thought this thread was both?????

Whatever....
Sean

UR, I am really enjoying your storytelling so please continue. Certainly all of us would enjoy more pictures because we are all voyeurs at the core but I will continue reading with or without the photos. Thanks for taking the time to post.

beachwatcher

I don't know why Shamusx would complain that there are too many words.

If you don't find it interesting, or find reading to be hard work, then skip to something simpler.

I like this story and hope for more.

Great story and your descriptions of the first steps in this lifestyle ring true. Thanks!

Thanks for the support guys - agree that Shamusx should look elsewhere if reading a prolonged story is too difficult or not rewarding enough for him. However, he has a perfect right to say what he feels. I never set out to please everybody, just those with a similar interest to mine, and that might enjoy hearing our story.

Regarding the pics, I was up front in saying that I didn't have many that could illustrate the early days (I wish I had, I'd give a lot for a picture of Martini in that hippy dress!), but I knew you might enjoy just a few of the recent ones so that you can at least picture Martini when you read the story (even if these pics are many years later than when the current adventures were transpiring). The "hundreds" I quoted are all more recent, and I thought the better of these would be better shown to illustrate later parts of the story so that they can be seen in context with the writing. I'm also sorry about not posting her face here - we have a vanilla private life to protect, sorry.

I am working on the next part. One question, would this thread be better in the cuckold stories section of the site?

Rotter
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent

UR,
Please continue. I've been enjoying the story and the occasional photo is helpful in tying the story to reality. It's always good to hear from ShamusX, he posts so rarely, and he does represent a portion, perhaps a goodly portion, of the membership, those who are not used to reading stories without pictures. Some, I'm told, find that difficult. At any rate, please continue for the rest of us.

Fred

please go on!!!!!

UR, you wrote:
I am working on the next part. One question, would this thread be better in the cuckold stories section of the site?

If your story is more fiction than reality, perhaps yes.
But I have two problems with this section:
1 reality or fantasy are mixed (more fantasy I think)
2 there is no subdivision.

Conclusion for me: stay here.

Dinoo

BTW:
My wife is enjoying your story too.
And that pictures? Aren't there enough on this site?
The question is the story. Point.

It is always great to read a well-written story! Thanks Rotter!

keep it up rotter, berst story i've heard yet, my owner wife likes it too!!

We've liked the story. And we get the picture even without the "black and whites."

Excellent story, love the pics, looking forward to next installment.

Brilliant; more please and soon!