“You want me to do what?" Dawn’s eyes looked like saucers, her mouth fell open and her body froze mid-thrust.

"I want to see you play with another man's cock. You don't have to fuck him, just make him cum," said Colin, her husband of five years, who was lying under her, cock buried in her thirty-year-old pussy.

He added, almost in a whisper, "You know we have fantasized about a stranger fucking you, well all I am asking is you wank one off. Come on babe, just to make your old man happy. Just a one off, I promise, please.

For a moment Dawn made no reaction. Then, slowly resumed her rhythmic fucking movements as her skilled cunt muscles milked her husband's still rock-hard cock.

"So you want to turn me into your dirty cock wanking whore, do you? You want to see another man's cum running through my fingers. You want to get your voyeuristic rocks off seeing me play the slut."

Secretly Dawn had to admit to herself the thought of what Colin proposed was working her up to what would be a crashing orgasm.

“Well, for now, you better give this slutty whore a good hard fucking, and spunk up her. Because there’s no strange cock here to wank. So make me fucking cum!” Dawn yelled as her orgasm tore through her.

The following morning Colin made no mention of his idea for his cuckold fantasy. His breakfast was the usual rushed coffee and a single slice of toast. A quick deep kiss, and a pinch on Dawn's bottom, and a dash for the car.

Dawn wasn't working until the afternoon and hadn't showered or dressed yet. Five minutes later found her naked under the comforting stream of hot water. Most mornings she would rub herself off under the shower, but today she felt she wanted something, longer, deeper, and more erotically thoughtful.

Showered, dried and powdered Dawn studied her naked body in the full-length mirror. She ran a hand over her belly, not quite as flat as it used to be, but still by no means fat. Her breasts, a genuine thirty-six C with prominent nipples. She smiled as she remembered how Colin liked her to wear tight sweaters and no bra. They had often joked that his cuckold fantasies came true when other men noticed.

Her gaze travelled down to her lightly furred pubic mound. Her pussy lips, pushing their way through the fine, blond hair. Her legs, long and well-shaped with slim ankles and feet with bright red toenails. With a toss of her blond locks, Dawn lay on the king-sized bed.

"Just a little play won't hurt, maybe explore Colin's cuckold fantasy," Dawn said to herself.

Dawn had her own special way of working herself up when she had the time. First, she ran her hands up and down the front of her upper legs, kneading her firm thighs and feeling them tense and relax under the stimulation.

Then her hands moved to her belly, one index finger moving in circles in her belly button, while the other traced a line between her breasts to her throat. Soon both hands were massaging her firm tits and fingers pinching the erect nipples.

By now her mind was imagining a hard cock in her hand as she slowly, and skilfully worked it towards its eruption. Many times she had done this to Colin. But in her mind, this was not her husband's cock, but one of a total stranger she would never know or even speak to. The thought of this thrilled her more than she expected. Even though it was only in fantasy, the germ of it happening, in reality, was starting to form in her mind.

Soon she was lost in a world of throbbing, spunking cocks as she envisioned the spunk shooting out and cascading over her stroking hand, and running between her fingers. As she rubbed her clit, and her climax approached, the cocks in her mind changed length, shape, and colour. But the end result of streams of hot, white cum remained the same. When her climax overtook her it was as powerful as any she could remember.

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"What's it going to be tonight, babe? Sixty-nine, cowgirl, straight fuck, you decide," Colin said as Dawn came out of the shower room into the master bedroom.

Dawn looked at her naked husband laying on the bed gently stroking his already hard cock.

"No, lover, tonight you are getting a long, slow handjob. You can make me cum anyway you want afterwards, but first, you will cum by my hand."

Colin thought this a bit strange, but if that was what his wife wanted he was only too happy to indulge her. Besides, he enjoyed bringing her off with fingers, tongue, and vibrator. The very fact of hearing her cum that way almost inevitability got him hard again for a second fuck.

"Lie back, shut your eyes, and enjoy," Dawn purred as she lay on her side level with Colin's waist.

Doing as he was told Colin laid back and waited. When he felt the lightest touch or a finger run under the underside base of his cock head, he groaned and felt his cock give an involuntary twitch. This was followed by Dawn closing her hand around his hard shaft and slowly sliding the skin up and down. Far too slowly to encourage his spunk to erupt, but enough to convey pleasure.

Five minutes of gentle wanking and she could hear his breathing deepen and the cock in her hand stiffen even more. Time to change her technique before his inevitable climax occurred.

Colin groaned as he felt her long fingernails scrape over the swollen head and down the shaft. He loved the bitter-sweet feeling of sharp nails raking his hard cock, in the same way as Dawn enjoyed his nails running over her back just before her climax.

Dawn smiled as she watched the beads of precum ooze from the small hole, and collecting it on her fingertip smeared it over the dome and under the rim. She knew from experience his balls would soon be treating her to the sight of a jet of hot spunk.

When it came it surprised both of them. Colin felt his cock harden even more, and his balls tighten as jet after jet shot from his cock.

Dawn was caught unawares by the force of the initial jet and it caught her full in the face. It covered her nose and mouth, with a thick string dripping from her chin. The second, third and fourth jets were more controlled and covered her wanking hand exactly as she had wanted. It dripped between her fingers and she used it to coat the shaft and head of her groaning husband's twitching erection.

As his cock finally softened in her spunk covered hand she smiled at him and lifted it to her mouth. He watched as her tongue lapped up every trace of his cream, including the string hanging from her chin.

"That, my lover, is a real handjob, the sort you want to see me give to other men. Now make me cum, in any way you want."

Colin looked at his smiling wife, and despite his softening cock was determined she should cum as hard as he just had.

"Lie back, babe, open those lovely legs and let me suck and lick you. I want you to fill my mouth with your juice. Tonight is masturbation night, a night of fingers and tongues."

Dawn loved it when he licked her clit and fingered her cunt. But tonight it seemed even more exciting. Usually, it was foreplay, a prelude to a fuck, but tonight it was the main event.

As Colin proceeded to flick his tongue over her sensitive clit, between the lips of her moist cunt, and down to tease her puckered arsehole, Dawn found her mind wandering back to the sight of his cock spurting spunk over her hand. But it was more than that. She could imagine the cocks of unknown strangers spewing their load under her wanking fingers. Her excitement grew as Colin's skilled tongue worked its magic and his fingers invaded her, by now sopping cunt.

"Going to cum!" She screamed and pulled his head hard into her groin. "Fucking eat me! Drink my cunt juice, oh fuck, now!"

Colin had tasted Dawn's cunt juice a hundred times, but tonight his mouth was deluged in her salty, sticky, juice. She had always produced copious amounts of fluid, but tonight he was hard put not to choke as he drank it down.

"Oh fuck, lover. That was one of the best cums I've ever had, you are so fucking good at eating me out," Dawn gasped as Colin lifted his juice covered face from her heaving body.

"It was fantastic, babe, you are always a sexy bitch. But tonight you were like a woman possessed. What the hell brought that on?"

"You did, or rather what you said the other day did. I wanted to wank you off and think about a stranger's cock in my hand. That's what made me cum so hard. Is that bad of me?"

"If it makes you cum that hard, keep right on thinking it. After all, it’s just a fantasy... or is it? Do you really want to try it?"

"I'll be honest, part of me wants to. But my sensible head says, no way. Just when we were both turned on, my sensible head was nowhere to be seen."

"Tell you what we will do. We will have a dummy run. There is an adult cinema about ten miles away, nobody would know us there. We go and watch a film, get an idea of the lay of the land. If you don't like the feel of the place we come home, no arguments," Colin said.

"So a dummy run, I am not committed to wanking any guy off, and if we like the idea we go back and do it for real."

Colin lent over, kissed his wife on the nose and squeezed one of her tits. "That the deal babe, I'll set it up. Now I'm getting hard again time for a good night fuck me thinks!"

"Sounds good to me, sweetheart. Get that cock in me and fuck my brains out!"

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"You sure you are up for this?" Colin looked at his wife who was choosing the sluttiest dress she had from her wardrobe.

"Sure, it's only a dummy run after all. Anyhow, I might enjoy the dirty movie and wank you off for practice," Dawn said with a laugh.

The cinema was tiny compared to the multiplex one they normally went to. Dawn had felt herself colouring up with embarrassment as Colin stood at the ticket box. But she also felt a little disgruntled that the middle-aged woman behind the desk didn't say a word or even look up at her nervous customers, and merely pushed the tickets through the small opening at the bottom of the window.

The interior of the auditorium was dimly lit and it took a few seconds for their eyes to become accustomed to the gloom.

Colin took Dawn's hand and made his way to a pair of seats about the centre of the small cinema. As he led her Dawn cast a furtive glance around and was comforted by the fact it was almost empty, and the few occupants there were appeared to already be in couples. Maybe, she thought, it would stay that way, we can just watch the film, I can wank Colin off and we can go.

The film was similar to ones they could have watched at home on almost any of the porn sites they sometimes visited. But Dawn had to admit, seeing it on a big screen did make her feel more involved with the characters in it. Like many porn movies, the director had ensured they could get as many different sex acts into the sixty minutes as possible.

They were about ten minutes into the film when a dark figure slid silently into the seat next to Dawn.

"You still okay?" Colin whispered in his wife's ear. The briefest nod and a squeeze of his hand told him she was.

Dawn stared straight ahead at the screen, despite an almost uncontrollable desire to study her new neighbour. Almost at once she felt the man's leg rub against hers. First just a gentle pressure, and when she made no attempt to move her leg away, became firmer and started to rub up and down slightly.

Although she knew this was a dummy run, Dawn was starting to get sexually aroused. And when the back of a hand started to stroke her thigh through her skirt she allowed her legs to open slightly and the one closest to the stranger move towards him.

"He's got his hand on my leg," she whispered in Colin's ear.

Colin felt his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he glanced across to see the shadowy hand on his wife's leg.

"Up to you babe, we can go if you like."

He got his answer; Dawn moved the hand closest to him to stroke his erection through his jeans. He knew now that she was in control and neither he nor their new neighbour would have any say in how far this was going to go. All he knew was this was not just going to be a dummy run.

The hand stroking her thigh became bolder, turned over and started to squeeze Dawn's upper leg. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, she thought and placed her hand on the stranger's leg and matched him squeeze for squeeze.

Colin now decided to see if Dawn was up for a development and reaching forward, took hold of the hem of her skirt and slid it upwards to reveal her bare legs.

Now Dawn experienced something totally new to her. Two men, both running their hands up and down the front of her thighs and inching towards the inside. Any thought of turning back was now forgotten and she slid down in her seat to allow them easier access to her legs.

The movie rolled on but only served as a subliminal sexual aid to the action unfolding in the three seats.

"Get your cock out, lover," Dawn whispered to Colin as she pressed down on the bulge.

Even as he struggled to free his rock hard cock from its denim prison, Dawn moved her other hand to the stranger's groin. A surprise awaited her; his cock was already out and responded instantly to the touch of her fingers. She felt her body tingle with excitement as she slowly worked her hand around the hard shaft and slid the skin up and down. In her mind, she was comparing the two cock she now held in each hand and decided that Colin had the slightly longer one, while their new companion's was fatter.

Colin was the first to reach under his wife's panties and find the soaking wet cunt waiting for him. But a few seconds later, he felt the other man's fingers touching his as they slid in from the other side.

Dawn was beside herself with lust as she felt the stranger's fingers slide into her cunt while Colin rubbed her clit.

All pretence at watching the film, or even caring if others were watching them had left the three masturbators as they raced towards their inevitable climaxes.

Dawn was seconds from hers when she felt the stranger's cock explode in her hand, followed almost at once by Colin's.

The feel of the two cocks throbbing and twitching in her hands as both men pumped their spunk out, was having the effect of magnifying Dawns own orgasm. The warm spunk running through her fingers, coating them in the slippery fluid, and dripping from her wrists.

Colin watched his wife's body shaking and twisting under the pressure of the two men's fingers working on her sopping wet cunt as her orgasm crashed through her. He saw she was biting her lip in an effort to suppress a scream, and only partially succeeding. With one final thrust of her hips, she slumped back in her seat and let the two spunk covered cocks slip from her hands.

"Lick those cum coated hands clean; both of them. I want you to taste the spunk on both," Colin whispered in her ear.

As if in a dream, Dawn did as she was told and licked first the one that had wanked off her husband, then without any qualms, did the same to the other. This was the first time since she had been married. In fact, the first time since she started dating Colin that she had tasted another man's spunk. Just the act of doing it sent a further shudder through her.

"Kiss me, lover, taste his spunk mixed with yours," she whispered to her husband and opened her mouth to accept his probing tongue.

When they finally broke from the tongue fucking kiss, Dawn turned to see the seat next to her was now empty. The fact was, that not a word had passed between the stranger and her. Even more exciting to her was that she had not even looked towards him. Had not seen his face, nor for that matter the cock she had made to erupt in her hand.

The film forgotten, Dawn and Colin made themselves look respectable and walked hand in hand from the cinema to their car.

"Well, did you enjoy that as much as I did?" Colin asked as he coupled his seat belt.

Dawn stopped the act of clipping hers into place, and leaning across and kissed him on his cheek.

"Enjoyed it is an understatement. Next time, and there will be a next time. It’s no panties for me, and a blowjob for our stranger."