Things went quiet for a while after that, it was a case of missed opportunities and real life getting in the way. I did spy Helen a few times changing, and Carl, but we didn’t get much action and it was all a bit frustrating. Tom didn’t reappear either and there was no sign of Helen being naughty.
Then, one Saturday, I’d woken up horny and so had my wife. We’d played in bed, I was fingering her in her knickers and getting her wet before going down on her, which I loved. Tasting her arse and sweet wet cunt was a delight and I couldn’t get enough. Eventually though, she pulled my head up and demanded that I fuck her. I pushed her legs back toward her head and slid inside, pumping hard for all I was worth until she came on my cock and I filled her up with spunk. She soon left to clean up and I lay in bed scrolling here and feeling satisfied.
My wife then told me she was going out to see her friend - running late because of me - and she hurried out in the car. Getting out of bed, I saw Helen’s car gone and wondered what Carl was up to. I text him a ‘you up?’ type message, and he said he was around doing diy. I pulled on some long shorts and a tee and headed over.
I found Carl in the kitchen, fixing shelves, and I asked him how long Helen was out for. “All day mate, she’s taken the kids shopping”. Excellent. I went over to him, grabbed his cock and said “I have a surprise for you” before turning and heading for the stairs. I led him up his own stairs and into their bedroom, where I stripped naked and lay on their bed - all within sight of my own window. Carl followed suit, and got onto the bed next to me. “Taste my cock” I told him, “you’ll especially like it today”. He did as I asked and took my hardening length into his mouth. I hadn’t washed and I was a mix of sweat, cum and my wife’s sweet wet cunt. Carl sighed as he sucked me and I told him what had happened, he was also hard by now and clearly excited at this. I stopped him momentarily, leant over the bed and handed him my wife’s messy, cummed wet panties to play with.
Carl was like a man possessed, sniffing and licking while stroking his cock as I lay back. He played with mine too, talking about the taste of my wife, which turned me on hugely. Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers down against my hole and started massaging it while he told me how horny he was. “You like that don’t you, you slut, your arse felt while you watch another man taste your wife” he said, clearly in charge. I loved it and told him so, which spurred him on to push a finger inside my tight virgin arse. I gasped and Carl said “you need this” before stretching me with a second finger. Before I knew it he was probing me, my wife’s cotton panties against his face, and I was doing my best to make it easy for him.
“Put them on” Carl demanded, throwing the knickers at me. I complied, still on my back, showing my rock solid bulge to him, as he wanked slowly over me. He pushed my legs back slightly and positioned himself against my hole, his sticky wet tip pushing on me. “Fuck me” I said, knowing neither of us had done this, “fuck my married arse like the cock slut I am” which seemed to turn him on more and he pushed hard against my hole.
With a pop he was inside me, a married man’s cock in my arse, my wife’s panties on, on his marital bed. He pushed in slowly, deliberately, until I could feel this sensation inside me I couldn’t control. “FUCK ME” I told him, and he did. Gently at first, then harder as he told me what dirty slag I was and how he wanted to fuck my wife. He picked up the pace, holding my legs, until he announced that he was going to cum hard. As soon as he said that he pulled out of my arse and wanked over my panty covered cock, telling me what a dirty married cock slut I was, how he wanted to fuck me and my wife, how her pussy tasted so good. He climaxed almost at the same time I did, shooting rope after rope over my groin and chest, me filling those messy panties with him. It was a disgusting horny mess of cum and sweat, me laying like a cheap cum whore on his bed.
Carl told me to jump in his shower, which I did, and then headed back down to where he was making tea. I’d been fucked for the first time and although I was uncomfortable, I knew I wanted more. Carl was good with it all too, smiling broadly, telling me how we was bewildered by his own sexuality and drive now. I asked if Helen had the same feelings, and how she’d react to him being ‘curious’. “Not sure” he said, “but I think I want to explore it”. Good I thought, that’s positive.
As I left I said I’d see Carl soon, and he told me he was away for 3 days on a course. Helen was at home though, so I’d see him next weekend. Interesting I thought, she needs an eye keeping on her… |
