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"Come on Gary, you know you want to. You've been grabbing my tits and feeling my cunt every chance you've had every since you started seeing my sister. Dave will be at the pub watching the game for another half hour at least. I think we should get it out of the way so if you want to feel my pussy wrapped tight around your cock it's now or never..."
I'd greeted Gary in the latest piece of sexy underwear hubby Dave had bought me. I'd asked him round under the pretext of there being something wrong with my tablet. I was feeling horny, my sister was away at one of our sisters who lived up north. It was going to have to be a quickie because my hubby Dave would be back within the hour.
I thought Gary's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. He was straight over to me, his hands grabbing and groping. He slipped his fingers into my pussy. we kissed passionately, our tongues almost exploring our tonsils.
Gary bent me over the sofa and took me from behind. He didn't last long. Gary pulled out, I turned round. He was still quite hard. I looked at the globule of cum about to drip from his cock end and licked it off then took his cock in my mouth. He stiffened again and thrust in and out of my mouth. He didn't cum until I played with his balls. Half of his cum went down my throat and half on my sexy outfit as he pulled out of my mouth.
Time was getting on so I sent Gary on his way. Not long after, Dave came home really happy because his team had triumphed. He was even happier that I'd had a visitor. He won't ever know who it was though.
Dave's lovemaking is always more ardent when he is reclaiming me. There is an element of punishing me by treating me like a whore, complete with verbal insults and name calling. He apologises afterwards though there is no need. I love it when he fucks me like that. Usually he is quite gentle.
I have five sisters and six brothers. Gary is the second brother in law who has made love to me now, would it be slutty of me to seduce the other three?
Reclaiming me is the only time hubby takes me roughly and the only time he uses derogatory names such as slut, whore and cunt. It gets the angst out of his system and I love it.
He has no idea that I have been fucked by two of his brothers but then I rarely tell the names of guys, I just tell him that I have been fucked.
Hubby's hobby is photography, he takes the photos. Despite me enjoying a variety of men I am actually quite old fashioned at heart so very few of our pics are more than soft glamour.
The first guy who persuaded me first to touch his cock, then kiss, lick and suck it over the following weeks and who finally took my cherry still lived close by. In the very early hours of my wedding day he came to my hotel room for a nostalgic last fuck. I'm usually very vocal but my parents were in the next room. It was he who once invited a friend to fuck me while he watched, that was my second cock. I found other guys and he got married so he stepped back and we stopped having sex. I was full of his cum on my wedding day though I looked so innocent in the photos.
Hubby still feels shame at loving being a cuckold but if I stopped shagging guys he would beg me to start again. Most of the naughty photos of me are taken in hotels or on holiday. It is rare that I don't get shagged by a stranger when we are away. They tend to be the guys I tell hubby the name of as we aren't going to see them again.
I've still not let him watch me gobble a man or spread my thighs but by chance a few months ago I was picked up at the bar by a guy in his fifties whose room was next to ours. I was so vocal they probably heard me in the bar. Hubby told me it was the most exciting evening he'd ever had. He had wanked so much he couldn't reclaim me. Hubby had heard so much he could almost tell me how I'd been used. The other two guys I was shagged by that long weekend were from a different hotel. Hubby vacated our room each night for a few hours until I phoned to say the guy had gone.
Ever since hubby (then just a boyfriend) caught me when he came over one night after I'd cancelled a date with him to 'wash my hair' he has known I get filled with cum by other guys on a regular basis. He hate fucked me that night and then dumped me until he came the next night to hate fuck me again. Of course we reconciled. Since then I've always told him when I've been fucked just not by who. Sometimes I tell him that the cum he is licking from me was put there by someone he knows but I don't give him any clues as to who. He likes knowing that he may be passing someone in the street who has been inside me, or perhaps someone at a party we are at. Once when we got home from a coach trip I did say to hubby that there were two guys on the coach that had 'emptied their balls into me' a couple of years or so ago.
One guy I couldn't hide from hubby was Roger, he certainly lived up to his name.
My lovely soulmate has been a generally virile man with an average sized manhood but on occasion he has had problems maintaining his erection. It has always been psychological and his mojo has always eventually returned. This is the first time it happened...
In the early 2010s we took in lodgers to help make ends meet and so we could enjoy the odd luxury. One such was Roger, a lecturer at the local college. What a dish he was, 40ish and with a manner that from the start made my knickers moist.
If Roger had wanted to try out the bed with me under him when he first came to see the room I would have stepped out of my knickers and lay back on the mattress (bed not made up at this point) and let my legs fall apart.
As it was he seduced me within 24 hours of him moving in with us. Well, perhaps seduced isn't the right word as I was very willing but Roger thought otherwise as I did protest a little so he wouldn't think I was too easy.
In the two hours before he had to go off to a meeting he taught me more about pleasing and being pleased than all my previous lovers. I thought I was very experienced but Roger showed me how much more there was to lovemaking than wham bam and blowjobs.
When hubby got home he could tell from the scent in the air that I had been well and truly fucked and of course he guessed it was by Roger. We went straight to our marital bed so he could enjoy the wetness and looseness of my pussy while I told him what Roger had done.
Hubby and I were still in bed when Roger got back. I threw a short silky gown on and set about making an evening meal for us all. By the time we sat round the table it had fallen open somewhat, revealing my boobs and my pubic triangle. I was feeling so very slutty and very satisfied. After we had eaten I told them both I was going for a long soak in the bath. Roger was very intuitive and had quickly sized up the situation regarding the relationship hubby and I had. As though it was the most natural thing in the world he told us he would be up to the marital bed in half an hour. Although I had on occasion taken lovers to our bed I had never done so with hubby in the house, it was always the spare bed, so I looked at hubby and he shrugged.
Despite having had me thrice earlier he had me three times that evening. After the third time he whispered in my ear that he would like to watch me and hubby. I was exhausted but Roger insisted I beckoned hubby. Hubby had cum twice while listening to us so when he tried to penetrate me he failed. I guess I didn't help by saying to him in my post coital haze that he would have to be better than he has ever been to match Roger but my biggest ooops was when I said he would never stretch me like Roger had. I thought it would excite him. His hard 6 inches suddenly became a very soft two inches and no amount of coaxing could change that. Roger spent the night in my bed, hubby spent the night in the spare room. It was a couple of months before hubby could penetrate me properly again. I didn't go short of loving though...
Just recently I excited hubby by telling him my elderly boss was calling round to interview me about another promotion. In reality, the promotion and salary uplift had already been agreed, me entertaining him was just the way he liked to use his power over me though without it no promotion and no pay uplift.
Mr. Farooq liked young blondes. Most of the time he wore a western style suit. You could always tell when he was interviewing a female employee because he wore his home country's traditional garb.
He didn't knock, he expected me to be in the lounge reclining on the sofa. Mr. Farooq half smiled, half leered when he saw me.
"Alice" he said in his usual thickly accented voice, "you perfect British slut, you look so, so delicious."
I stood and greeted him with a lingering kiss. I just about felt his larger than average cock stiffen against my groin, his overhanging belly was in the way preventing closer contact.
I closed my eyes as Mr Farooq pawed me. His hands were all over my body but my small breasts were by far his most popular target. His breathing got heavy. He sat on the sofa and demanded that I strip off the flimsy garments I'd worn to excite him. Not for the first time I stood naked in before this man in his late sixties. My nipples were erect and my pussy was wet with anticipation.
Mr Farooq stayed clothed but released his cock. I knew what he wanted but waited for him to gesture in his usual way for me to get on my knees and pleasure him. I did as I was bidden. His eyes closed, his body relaxed and he uttered a sigh as I butterfly kissed his circumcised manhood. I ran my tongue slowly up and down his light brown shaft. There was a slightly different but not unpleasant taste to Mr Farooq's oozing precum. He sighed even more as he passed my lips and slid over my tongue. I could have made him orgasm very quickly if I'd wanted to but I was in full slut mode. I was enjoying being a piece of fuckmeat for my boss. I eventually took him over the edge. I knew he was coming, his balls tightened under my chin, his cock twitched, his hand went to the back of my head and he called me by his recently deceased wife's name. I swallowed his cum and licked what was still on his cock. Business transaction over I slipped on a robe and joined him on the sofa.
Mr Farooq told me his wife had been very conservative and that sex had stopped once she had provided him with a family. Having sex with his employees had started soon after. Nobody ever got sacked for refusing but neither did they get promoted and he was pretty good at knowing the likely lasses.
While were chatting I'd kept playing with his cock and he was getting hard again. I suggested the bedroom. He stripped, I shrugged off my robe. He lay on the bed. I straddled his cock, guiding him into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him. I did most of the work. My tight pussy muscles almost sucking him off in between the times I was riding him. After he had cum we lay there for a while.
Hubby was very excited when he got home an hour after Mr Farooq had gone. We went straight to bed. He took me with his usual reclaiming vigour. That Mr Farooq was my boss and was of Pakistani origin enhanced it for him. He added his cum to my boss's as he screamed out a torrent of degrading words and phrases reserved hereabouts for women of low morals who fuck Indian and Pakistani guys.
Perhaps in a way I've whored myself again but that single fuck and blowjob will put five grand into our account this year.
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