I was close to coming! I could feel it building inside as Peter pumped his thick cock into my wet cunt. God, I hadn’t felt like this for a long time – if ever! I felt like a wanton slut. I was naked now, except for my black, strappy heels. I was kneeling face down on the enormous bed with my arse in the air whilst Peter fucked me from behind with that incredible cock! I could feel my tits swinging each time Peter’s stomach smacked into my bum, impaling me.
I’d abandoned any sense of decorum as Peter pleasured me beyond anything I’d felt before. The increasingly loud, unladylike noises I was making left no doubt about my state of excitement and approaching orgasm.
‘Oh God, Peter…!’ I croaked.
As I felt his huge tool driving into me, images and semi-coherent thoughts about my seduction and the man responsible flashed through my head. In reality, Peter hadn’t had to try very hard. I’d been like a bitch on heat. I’d encouraged him in every way possible, with my husband, Jason, never very far away, watching me with an air of puzzlement – though not, I noted with satisfaction, any sign of anger or resentment!
At no point during the party had Jason tried to interfere. He had unquestioningly and blindly gone along with every aspect of the evening’s plan as it unfolded. Peter’s sexy (and crafty) girlfriend, Charlotte – puppeteer-in-chief, must have been purring with pleasure at how successful it was.
Of course, I had known Peter moderately well in our previous posting to Pakistan, where he had also been my husband’s boss. He had struck me then as an impressive man. From what Jason had told me, I knew Peter had been to Eton before going on to Oxford University to study politics. His career in the diplomatic service had seen him rise quickly, with some plum postings.
The difference was, in Pakistan, Peter had been single, and very much a ladies’ man who liked to play the field. Not that I’d discussed it with Jason, but Peter had always had an incredibly physical presence. He exuded maleness, radiating a powerful sexual energy. I’d always been attracted to him, but I was married and he’d never made any serious advances on me, despite his reputation. I’d always thought I didn’t appeal to him, being what you might call ‘cuddly’. We did sometimes flirt a bit though – and once his hand had ‘accidentally’ brushed against my breast, causing my knickers to dampen embarrassingly quickly.
Ah yes – his reputation! It was the one thing that might possibly torpedo his diplomatic career, if he wasn’t careful. He had seduced at least two of my friends during that posting – and they weren’t the only ones! It wasn’t something I had told Jason about, because they’d both been married to diplomatic colleagues – one Dutch, and one American. But they had both shared some of the juicy details over the intimate little lunches we had for the bored wives. Both had been more than eager to tell me about Peter’s sizeable cock and how he had pleasured them with it. One told me that she had even been spanked by him and she had sounded very happy with the experience! She had told me he had given her more excitement in one evening that she’d ever had in ten years with her husband.
I had always wondered what it would be like to be seduced by him.
Well, now I knew! And it was simply… actually, I have no words to describe this. My body felt like the inside of a pin-ball machine. As his cock drove into me, I could feel my whole being shaking as I teetered on the edge of perpetual orgasm. That I was making incoherent noises I knew – I just had no control over my body anymore.
And then Peter was coming in me. And it felt so overwhelming and filling! I felt him grab my hips more firmly and pull me back onto him as he cried out. I, too, cried out as I felt his cock pulsing. It was like a geyser erupting inside me! My responding orgasm was immediate and like nothing before! I had never come like this! Never come purely from having a man’s cock in me before! Jason always had to use his fingers or tongue to finish me. I didn’t know what I had been missing.
Minutes seemed to pass. Maybe years. As Peter finally pulled his still-firm cock out of me, I weakly protested.
‘No – stay inside me!’ I pleaded. I didn’t want it to end.
I got a firm slap on my bum in reply. Coming down, I was starting to feel like a used dish-rag. But in a good way. Between my legs, I was so wet it felt like a dam had burst down there. I was leaking what felt like a river of cum, mine and his together, mixed with our combined sweat.
I felt like a slut and I was proud of it. It felt so good! I’d wanted Peter to fuck me like he owned me, and that was exactly what had happened.
Peripherally, I heard Peter speaking.
‘I just came in your wife, Jason,’ he announced, ‘she really needed a good fucking – didn’t you, you horny slut!’ These last words were clearly directed at me and were backed up with another hard slap to my bottom.
I yelped and looked back over my shoulder and, with growing shock, realised that my husband and Charlotte had joined us. Christ, I hadn’t even been aware that they had entered the room! How long had they been there? How much of our lusty coupling had they witnessed? That Jason had seen me in this state – for a moment - made me feel embarrassed and uncertain.
But wasn’t that the point? That he should see someone else making love to – fucking – me, his wife?
He didn’t look upset or angry. He looked – he looked a bit confused and dazed by the events unfolding in front of him.
And accepting. Yes! Of course. This was what he had wanted! He’d told me more than once that he wanted to see me fucked by another man. And now he had. I’d been fulfilling his fantasy, as well as mine. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I should feel pleased! Pleased, happy, and proud! I’d given him exactly what he wanted! I was a good wife!
Charlotte’s grin corroborated my own feelings. She looked like the Cheshire cat! The things we’d talked about came to mind, along with the assurances she’d tried to give me. Yes – this was right and would work for him as well as for me. And now I looked more carefully, I noticed that Charlotte had hold of Jason’s cock. Or, more accurately, was leading him by his cock – which was betraying him with its stiffness. She looked like she had a firm grip on his member, and she quite literally had him in hand!
I looked back and gave my husband a radiant smile. My uncertainty had gone and I was sure now that he was enjoying this too. Even if it had been totally unexpected. From his point of view, anyway.
Jason had occasionally shared his fantasies with me. And I always thought it spoke well of my husband that he’d found the courage to share them with me. But I’d never known how to respond. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him – I did, and always had. Even though his fantasies had taken me by surprise. But the truth was, I couldn’t do the things he wanted. Not on my own, anyway, because, – and Jason really didn’t have any idea about this – because I had submissive feelings of my own. There was no way I could be the dominant one in our relationship. For some reason, I’d felt ashamed and embarrassed to share these feelings with Jason. I just didn’t have his courage.
Not anymore though. Not after the time I’d spent with Charlotte these last few days. Not after the conversations we’d had, the intimacies we’d shared. Things had changed and, with help, my confidence was growing and I was starting to make our fantasies real. It helped to have such willing partners and my only real concern was how this would affect my husband’s relationship with his boss once they returned to work.
I’d been lost in thought, and missed what was said next – I think Charlotte whispered something in Jason’s ear. But now Jason was on his knees, awkwardly moving towards me, with both Charlotte and Peter assertively looking on. His whole demeanour was extremely subservient. I felt such a wave of tenderness toward him as his eyes met mine. I really hoped he too was getting what he wanted out of this too.
