How I Fulfilled My Husband's Fantasy

How I fulfilled my Husbands Fantasy and where it led - Part 1

Hi there, The following story series is true, with only names and places changed. I'm writing this because I started reading my old secret sex diaries, I got excited reliving it all and if you like you can get excited as well. This part is only the start so if you like it and want to read all my story then please do a 'like' so I know.

It all started when I had been very happily married for about 10 years with two lovely children 10 and 12 years old.

At the time I was 32 and my husband Sam was 35 and sex during our marriage was very frequent and experimental enough without being kinky.

I enjoyed being given oral although I wasn't so keen on giving my Husband oral.

He always said anyway that it felt much better with his cock in my cunt rather than in my mouth.

My Husband was Head Chef in a local restaurant, and since the birth of our first child I have been pretty well a full time Mum, but I did do a bit of part-time work as a waitress and barmaid.

I have kept a secret diary of my sex life over the years, so here is my story which is true (with the odd embellishment) and based on my diary entries and my memory of events as they unfolded.

My name is Della and I am 5' 4 1/2' tall and consider myself attractive rather than pretty, pretty. I have a shapely body (even if I say so myself) 34 1/2', 24', 36', shortish auburn hair and weigh 122lbs with a bum and pair of legs that never failed to attract men's attention. My husband always says that the 1/2 inch on my bust measurement is all nipple! - they do stick out quite a bit when I get aroused and he says he likes that as they make a nice mouthful to play with - and as I always tell him anything more than a mouthful is a waste! He also says I have the perfect shapely sticky-out secretary's bum!

My husband Sam is 6ft, slim and fit with dark brown hair. He is a legs and bum man so I am definitely his sort! The progression from faithful Wife and Mother to a husband approved unfaithful Wife started with an apparently chance phone call and little did we know at the time what it would lead to!

Somebody had rung a wrong number which I had answered, the man on the end of the phone realized quickly that he had dialled a wrong number but quickly took advantage of the anonymity and started talking dirty to me which I was a bit taken back by, but to my surprise I found it was making me tingle a bit between my legs and I was getting a little wet.

Some weeks later in bed when Sam was giving my clit plenty of attention I told him about the phone call and how it had un-expectantly turned me on. I half expected him to be annoyed instead he grunted something, rolled on top of me and started furiously fucking me. I was on the point of orgasming when he stopped and asked that if I had got my eyes closed like this and then opened them to find it wasn't him but a stranger - would I be able to resist the urge to be fucked?

It was obvious that me telling him about the dirty phone call had excited him so playing the game I said 'I know what you want me to say - you want me to say that if I was really worked up and gasping for sex I might let a stranger fuck me - that's what you want me to say isn't it?'

'Well I'm not sure, but you said that a stranger talking dirty on the phone made you really wet so maybe being fucked by a stranger would be an even bigger turn-on for you - but you haven't answered me - would you? - but then I suppose you wouldn't know unless you were actually in that situation?'

I quickly retorted that I wouldn't be in that position - would I!

Sam said nothing as I gave him a fierce meaningful glare.

He said he found it a huge turn on to imagine me talking dirty with and even having sex with another man.

I said well as long as it's in your imagination and is just a fantasy!

Having had his sexual fantasies ignited by the dirty phone call and knowing I didn't mind talking about it, Sam started pushing me to say that in some circumstances I might let another man fuck me and let him watch.

Sam was a bit sneaky really because as he was fucking me or kissing my clit and I was really worked up and on the point of orgasm he would say something like 'imagine the bedroom door opened and another man came in and joined us - would you?'

It wasn't long before I started to respond to this scenario and began shouting out what I knew he wanted to hear me say 'yes yes I'll fuck anybody you want me to' and then as he fucked me and shot his load in me he would say it was somebody else cumming in me.

The problem was this made my orgasms more intense so naturally I played along with it more and more enthusiastically not thinking there was any harm in it.

Sam had always wanted to have a restaurant of his own so we decided to take on a 25 year lease on a 'freehouse' Pub with 5 letting rooms.

It was a very large 3 storey property with a large garden at the rear leading down to a river.

We were able to have a 3 bedroom flat for the family on the top floor with 5 en-suite letting rooms plus an office on the middle floor. On the ground floor we turned what was originally a large Public Bar into a restaurant and what was the 'snug', became the bar for the restaurant and also for use by the old pub regulars which we wanted to encourage.

We made a good team with Sam running the kitchen and me 'front of house'.

We employed a pool of part-time bar staff and waitresses from the locality.

The property was owned by a Mr Donegan, Sam said he thought he was a bit of the rough diamond sort but quite affable. We christened him Mr D and apparently he owned quite a few other similar properties.

Most of both Sam's and my time now was wrapped up in our business venture and pretty soon Sam's fantasies while we fucked became less a part of our lives as we concentrated all our efforts on making a success of the restaurant.

It was around that time that Sam started buying the 'top shelf' magazine Fiesta.

It became part of our sex play at bedtime, Sam would read the Magazine looking for something that excited him and then ask me to read it out loud to him. His most popular were 'Readers Letters' specially those about husbands watching their wife being fucked by a stranger.

I would read them out loud while he kissed and tongued my clit to orgasm. Often when I was in mid orgasm and past caring Sam would craftily ask me if I really would let a stranger fuck me, not pretend but really do it?

So being out of my mind in mid orgasm and without thinking I blurted out 'yes, oh yes I would, you know I would if you wanted me to.' As we lay there snuggling afterwards and remembering what I had said I nudged Sam and said 'well I would but only if I liked the look of him and you didn't throw it in my face later or go off me - and there was no chance anybody would find out.'

He said that none of that would happen and he wouldn't make me do it, I would have to do it willingly.

I mulled over what I was now agreeing to in bed but wasn't sure if Sam really meant it - or if it was just a fantasy for him.

The thing is that over time and with Sam's encouragement I had begun to quite fancy the idea of a stranger fucking me and cumming in me while he watched. The idea rattled round my head so much I decided that I needed to bring it to a head. So in bed that night I challenged him and asked if he really did want me to do it or was it only a fantasy that we played in bed.

He put his arms round me kissed me and said 'look at the moment it's our bedtime fantasy - if you wanted to make it a reality - well I would love that - but only if you really wanted to do it'.

As we fucked that night and unprompted by Sam as I was cumming I cried out 'yes, oh yes, I'm imaging it's a strangers cock fucking me Sam, ooooh I think I do want a stranger to fuck me while you watch me cum on another man's cock - I'd let anybody you want fuck me, just tell me!'

Sam groaned and started thrusting harder gasping 'would you really - would you really do it?'.

Still orgasming I said' I think you know I would do it don't you - just to please you'.

Without me knowing Sam used a photo he had taken previously of me naked on our sofa and had put an advert for threesomes or foursomes in the Fiesta Contacts Magazine.

I didn't know that he had actually done it until we started getting replies and he had to own up to it.

I was really annoyed with him and said what if somebody recognises me.

Sam showed me the advert, I was actually quite chuffed with how well it showed off my figure and relieved because the top half of my face had been obscured so that I couldn't be recognised.

After reading how complimentary the letters were about me I softened a bit and started treating them as a bit of a laugh and they did make me feel quite wet.

I had wondered in the past if a lot of the stuff in the Fiesta content was really genuine and so wouldn't have been surprised if we got no replies.

So although initially annoyed I was secretly pleased that we had so many replies and how flattering the letters were about me.

I think Sam was pleased by my response as he realised he had taken a bit of a liberty turning our bedtime games into possible reality and he said 'let's see who we think would be suitable if we were really going to do it.'

That little game resulted in us having some great sex and a good laugh as we went through the letters. I didn't voice any opinions about possibles and fortunately Sam didn't see anybody he thought were suitable. There were some real nutters with very odd requests but there wasn't anybody that took our fancy or sounded 'literate' enough.

Sam said he had placed the advert for 3 consecutive weeks and so the next week we got another batch of letters and I was quite enjoying the frisson, fun and excitement they brought.

We decided after the first bunch of letters that if the letters were badly written, too extreme or showed signs of illiteracy we would dump them straight away.

Quite a few replies were ditched that way after giving us quite a laugh but this time after considering the remaining letters we found one reply for a threesome that we both agreed we would consider in the 'unlikely' event that we did go ahead!

It got a bit more serious though when Sam said just for a bit of fun why don't we write back asking for his photo and see if you liked the look of him?

I said 'what's the point if we aren't going through with it?' but after a bit of Sam's usual persuasion I finally said 'OK I suppose there's no harm in that.'

So that's what we did and the 'stranger' who was about the same age as us sent a photo straight back saying why don't we arrange to meet very soon. The letter was well written in a lighthearted way and suggested we went to his house in London or he could come to ours.

It was all getting a bit real now and I was getting nervous as Sam was taking us closer and closer to reality - specially when Sam asked if the chap came into the 'acceptable to fuck' category.

I looked him meaningfully in the eye and said 'well in our bedtime fantasies I probably would.'

Sam grabbed me and kissed me soundly thinking it meant I was up for it.

It was a bit bewildering for me to understand how things had got this far but then I was curious to know if I would actually go through with it if it came to it.

So, looking Sam straight in the eye again, I said if that's what you really want and can live with any consequences that follow then let's do it and get it out of the way - after all we don't have to see them afterwards and it's just one fuck anyway isn't it?'

Sam asked 'what could the consequences be anyway?'

I wanted him to realise it was a big step and not to just think with his cock!

'Well think about it for a minute - I might get to enjoy the excitement of having other men and I might get a taste for it and want to do it more and more whether you like it or not - you might not be able to live with that - because if you persuade me to do this for you then you have no right to stop me later have you?'

He thought for a minute.

'Do you think it would have that effect on you then?'

'No I don't think it would but I don't know - it might, so think carefully Sam, are you willing to take the risk?'

'I don't believe you would end up like that so let's do it this once and then we will know if we would want to do it again.'

I hesitated then smiled and nodded 'OK!'

Sam put his arms round me and gave me a long deep gentle kiss!

We wrote back to our 'threesome' choice saying it was our first time and as we had a small hotel/pub with 5 letting rooms we suggested that he could come and stay one weekend, and that he would be fully catered for (excuse the pun). If it didn't work out on the first night he could just disappear.

We planned ahead and had taken no bookings for the Saturday evening suggesting he arrive late Friday afternoon.

From the photo he had sent us, Paul, who said he was 33, had dark hair, a darkish complexion and I have to say I found him attractive. It was strange and exciting to look at his photo thinking I am going to fuck this man.

So, on the Friday after school we packed the kids off to their Grandparents and got ready for our 'dirty' weekend.

I was 32 years old as I prepared myself for our 'threesome.'

On the Friday I hovered around so that when Paul arrived it was me and not any of the staff who met him as I wanted minimum contact between him and any staff who were about. I was a bit embarrassed and nervous when he arrived knowing what was going to follow.

I showed him to his room where he quickly kissed me on my cheek, then looking me straight in the eye planted a kiss on my lips. I called Sam into our flat and said I had told Paul we would ring his room when we were ready probably about 9pm as that would be when restaurant service finished. Sam said he had not taken any bookings after 8.15 that night so should be finished by 8.45 in time for a quick shower.

I had made arrangements for cover for me so I could have the night off and I made it clear I was not to be disturbed!.

I enjoyed putting on my sexiest outfit and so took my time. I had decided to wear a tight shortish skirt that I knew would ride up my legs when I sat down and a loose silk 'wrap-over' blouse. That was after I had donned my sexiest underwear of black lacy bra, matching lacy panties and high heels set off by black stocking and suspenders.

I was getting increasingly nervous so instead of fretting on my own I rang Paul's room and suggested that I could meet him in the bar for a pre dinner drink stressing that our meeting in the bar had to look accidental and to leave it to me to approach him. Thankfully he understood what I meant.

He was in the bar on his own so it was quite natural when I started chatting to him.

Being in the Public Bar was good as we had to chat politely although I was pleasurably aware of how Paul was eyeing my legs approvingly as my skirt had ridden up my thighs. He dropped a few 'double entendres' in the conversation that had me anxiously looking round to make sure nobody in the bar overheard us above the background music. I whispered to him to be careful about what he said.

By the time Paul went to have his dinner we were getting on famously although it was quite exciting chatting away like that knowing he was going to fuck me later!

I was glad I had suggested having a drink in the bar as then I wouldn't be so nervous when we met later.

We only had 4 tables booked so I told the staff to turn down any 'walk-ins', so that Sam would be ready at 9.

Sam managed to finish service by a quarter to nine and shot off for a quick shower.

I was quite relaxed by now having already met Paul in the bar earlier and but I had a few more vodka orange's anyway to get rid of any remaining nervousness!

I asked Sam what it felt like cooking a meal for a man who was going to fuck his wife later - he shrugged and said in all honesty he was so busy he didn't have time to think about it.

We rang Paul at 9 to let him know we were ready and then what seemed like only a minute later, it all became real and my heart skipped a beat as I heard Paul knocking on the door to our flat.

Paul seemed quite relaxed after his meal and a few glasses of wine. He looked at me lustily and said 'you look gorgeous, your husband is a lucky man' and then boldly said to Sam 'OK if I kiss your wife?'

Sam looked at me for the go ahead and I smiled and nodded.

Paul slipped his arms around me and pulled me in tight and gave me a rather nice long open mouthed kiss, tongues and all. I thought this is going to be alright if he can kiss like that.

He stopped kissing me after a minute or so and whispered 'I've been thinking about this all through dinner,' which of course was just the right thing for him to say to me!

We went on kissing for several minutes and I was aware Sam had come up behind me and was nibbling the back of my neck while fondling my tits - I was in a sandwich!

With the ice broken Paul didn't hang about after that. Still standing and holding me with one arm he started to expertly unwrap the front of my blouse - he was obviously pretty practiced as with Sam's help he had the blouse off in no time and then I felt Sam unzipping my skirt from behind. Paul slipped my skirt over my bum. Sam had to help a bit because it was a bit tight, but when it was down by my ankles I quickly kicked it away saying 'you two are not wasting any time are you?'

So there I was stripped down to Bra and panties, Stockings and suspenders and in the arms of a man who wasn't my Husband - a stranger in fact - and with my husband watching - and approving!

Paul stood back and spun me round to admire my figure and remarked that I looked better in the real than the advert picture, adding 'I love stockings and suspenders, you have stunning legs and bum'.

Without much ado he led me to our settee and sat me down in the middle and then sat down beside me. Sam sat down on my other side.

I was looking forward to enjoying more of Paul's attention and didn't want to be just sitting there awkwardly so I took the initiative and pulled him to me and offered my lips up to be kissed.

I closed my eyes as Paul leaned over and started kissing me again - he was good with nice soft lips and a gentle exploring tongue.

I felt Sam start to caress me through my panties and I knew he would be able to tell I was getting very wet - then I felt his hands pulling my panties down and without thinking I lifted my bum up to make it easier, as I felt them being pulled over my feet and off.

I thought there was no going back now!

Paul and I were still kissing eagerly when I felt his hands searching for the clip to my bra, he was obviously pretty experienced as it came undone at first go.

I was by now completely ready for anything and thought well Sam's going to get his fantasy fulfilled for certain.

Then I vaguely felt my legs being spread apart by Sam but I was so into Paul's kissing that it didn't really register.

Then I felt Sam's finger caressing my moist cunt lips and seeking out my clit - I though about time! I was aching for it to be played with.

After a few minutes the finger stopped it's caressing and probing and I heard some movement then suddenly Sam was kissing my pussy and clit. At the same time Paul was alternately kissing me and sucking my tits and nipples which, with Sam's attention to my clitoris was really getting me going.

It wasn't long before the anticipation of the sex to come with the combination of what Paul and Sam were doing was building up and I knew it wouldn't be long before I started to orgasm.

So there I was legs akimbo with Sam's head between my thighs licking and nibbling me to orgasm and making sure I was nice and wet and ready for Paul's cock - and too far gone to back out - crafty bugger!

I wondered what Paul's cock would be like so I groped to find his trousers and was pleased to find that Paul had already unzipped them.

I fumbled in his open flies and took a hold of his cock to feel whether I was going to get a good fulfilling fuck. I wasn't disappointed - it felt like a good 7 inches or so and nice and thick.

I started to caress his cock - not too much as I didn't want him cumming until the right time.

I peeped open my eyes to see Sam looking up to take in the scene of me naked except for suspenders and stockings, caressing Paul's very hard cock while he was kissing me and my tits.

I could see he was loving me being handled by another man and I could see that Paul had no libido problems judging by the size of his big hard erect cock!

Sensing that I was ready, Sam stood up and stripped himself off, Paul followed his example so there we were all ready for action.

I was very wet, breathless - partly in nervousness, Sam sensing this whispered was I ready for Paul to fuck me.

I could tell he loved saying that so I looked him straight in the eye and nodded with what I hoped was an impish smile. I felt quite hot and knew my cheeks were flushed with excitement and I could feel my labia was engorged and puffed up after all the attention.

I was definitely ready to be fucked.

I heard Sam say to Paul quietly 'she's all yours Paul, I've been wanting to watch my lovely wife being fucked by another man for ages.'

Paul said to me can I fuck you bareback or do you want me to wear a condom?

I said 'no condoms - I want to feel every inch of your cock Paul'.

Paul turned to Sam and said 'you are a very lucky guy to have such a lovely beautiful, but dirty minded wife!'

So there I was, a 32 year wife and mother of 2, about to be fucked bareback by another man while my husband watched - mad or what!

I should explain that the settee we were on was quite low and so was at just the right height and position for Paul to kneel between my open thighs and give him easy access to my cunt. (Sam and I had used this position many time so I knew it was perfect).

I was still a little apprehensive as this was the first time at being a naughty wife so I hoped I wouldn't regret it.

I shuffled my bum forward so I was on the edge of the settee and lay back in a half reclining position, Sam pushed some cushions behind my back so I was in a nice relaxed reclining position and able to look down and see my cunt being fucked.

Paul hooked his arms under my knees and lifted them up and spread my legs wider.

I was both excited and nervous as I looked down at Paul stroking his cock in readiness.

I was impatient to feel his cock in me and reached down and took hold of it and giving it a caress, pulled his foreskin back over his glans, then remembering this was for Sam's benefit I looked at him to make sure he was still OK with what was going to happen.

He smiled back.

I continued to look at him as I deliberately started to slide the head of Paul's cock up and down my cunt lips to get it nice and lubricated and I could see Sam was holding his breath with a concentrated and fascinated look on his face as he watched me about to take another man's cock in my dripping cunt.

I wanted him to know I was doing it for him but that I was jolly well going to enjoy it to!

Paul started pushing the head of his cock gently in me as dry mouthed I licked my lips in anticipation.

I could see my swollen pussy lips opening to take in his cock head and as he thrust in me gently my cunt lips parted to envelop the whole of the glans of his cock. Then he gave a guttural grunt and thrusting hard rammed the full length of his cock right up my welcoming vagina until I felt his balls slapping up against me.

Ooooh - I did like that!

I looked across at Sam again and smiled to myself seeing the lustful look on his face as he stared intently at Paul's cock ball deep in me.

Sam told me afterwards that he was really excited but at the same time slightly uneasy, it was a heart-stopping moment for him - the first time he had actually seen me take another man's cock and that I seemed to like it a bit too much! Well he was right there!

Paul was clearly quite practised - no wham bam thank you ma'am merchant - he fucked me with long slow thrusts, pushing his cock right up me to it's thick hilt and then pulling out till only his glans was in me before thrusting back in. Sam said I looked lovely with my flushed cheeks and gasping quietly as Paul thrust his cock in my willing cunt. He said I had a sort of vulnerable look - breathing in short excited gasps with my lips apart as if I couldn't quite believe what I was doing but at the same time he said I was looking enthralled as I watched Paul's cock thrusting in me.

He said it was a bitter sweet feeling as his fantasy unfolded in front of him watching me lying back with my legs akimbo clearly enjoying being fucked by another man's cock and not able to suppress soft moans of pleasure.

Paul carried on fucking me slowly making increasingly louder grunting noises each time he thrust in deep, I was totally engrossed with the feel of Paul in me and almost forgot all about Sam as I rotated and thrust my hips up to meet Paul's thrusts, gasping each time he grunted and thrust in me.

Occasionally I did glance at Sam who was sitting beside me on the settee and could see he was riveted watching this other man grunting and thrusting his cock deep in my cunt. I was completely lost in the sheer enjoyment but I did have a sudden flash thinking what on earth am I doing - but with Paul's next deep satisfying thrust I quickly ignored my qualms.

I was loving it and wanting to please Paul and wanting him to think I was a really good fuck.

I couldn't take my eyes off his face as I searched for and wanted signs of his approval.

Sam said later I was gazing at Paul a bit too adoringly!

I kept having to lick my lips as I was feeling quite dry mouthed and trying to catch my breath as my breathing got faster and more uneven.

Paul suddenly quickened the pace and started thrusting harder and grunting even more - I instinctively matched his thrusts with my hips and couldn't stop gasps and moans escaping from me as he thrust into me making louder and louder guttural groans and grunts with each thrust. It was almost brutal as he slapped up hard against my vulva.

I still couldn't take my eyes off him - alternately looking slavishly at his cock and then gazing straight into his eyes as he returned my gaze with a dirty lusty almost sneery look as he fucked me hard.

After about another 5 minutes of this hard fucking he resumed the long slower thrusts. I vaguely remember reaching up to hook my hands behind his neck pulled myself up and give him a long slow tender open mouthed kiss whispering I loved his cock fucking me and that I wanted to cum with him when he shot his load in me.

Sam had a puzzled look on his face as he watched me so I gave him a quizzical look and stuck out my tongue giving him a defiant suggestive smile - what a little minx I've become!

Sam said later that he felt a mixture of jealousy and excitement at my show of affection but I said he couldn't complain after all he had persuaded me to do it and had said he wanted me to enjoy it.

Paul and I continued with the slow fuck and every so often I pulled myself up again to give Paul another slow lingering kiss to encourage him and let him know (and Sam) I was loving being fucked by him.

Paul was pushing his cock really deep inside me, each thrust accompanied by loud guttural grunts and groans.

I was responding instinctively and 'helpfully' pushing my hips up so I made sure he did penetrate me as deeply as he could.

I could tell by my breathing that I was getting close to a big orgasm.

I looked over again to Sam and stuck my tongue out at him, again playfully smiling and mouthed 'I love you' to him. Sam smiled back and asked if I was near to cumming.

I swallowed and nodded my head gasping 'yes, yes but I want to cum with Paul.'

Paul grunted 'oohhh fuck yes' and started fucking me hard again and his grunts turned into almost a snarl as his breathing got even louder. He was moaning and panting in time with his snarling grunts, and I couldn't take my eyes off his thrusting cock, aroused and excited as I watched his glistening cock sliding in and out of me in slow deliberate thrusts.

Sam leaned over and I watched as he started caressing my clit to make me cum quicker. I was very close to orgasm so I slipped my hands round Paul's bum and looking him in the eyes said out loud 'I want to cum with you Paul, I want you to cum with me'. Just saying that out loud was a trigger and in seconds I had lost control and was blurting out 'I'm going to cum, oooh God, OOOOH shit, ooh fuck, I'm cumming, cum in me now Paul, oooh fuck, cum in me, oh god yessss' - my hips convulsing and bucking uncontrollably as my orgasm took over.

Paul responded with slow deliberate deep hard thrusts as he rammed his cock in as far as he could gasping loudly 'oooh yes, oooh fuck yes, oooooh fuck yes' as I felt his cock convulsing as he gave a loud deep animalistic and snarling grunt each time he pumped another jet of semen into my willing belly.

I had my legs wrapped round his waist now and was digging my fingers in his buttocks and pulling him in me as deep as I could loving the feel of his buttocks clenching each time he shot another load of his cum deep into me. His loud obscene grunting noises made me feel really slutty and wanton as I gave my body completely to his animalistic fucking.

As I was cumming I glanced at Sam and gave him a wickedly smug smile as I continued to thrust my hips at Paul to get all his cum in me saying to him 'this is what you wanted isn't it Sam, see me being well and truly fucked by another man, and cumming while he shoots and fills my cunt with his seed?'

Sam with his cock in his hand just looked at me and smiled!

After a minute or so Paul stopped thrusting, I sighed contentedly and reached up to put my arms round his neck again and ignoring Sam I lifted my head up again and whispered to Paul loud enough for Sam to hear, 'that was a really fantastic fuck, you are a fucking animal Paul - thank you.'

I gave him a long lingering open mouth French Kiss again in case Sam had any doubts that I had enjoyed it.

I lay there with my legs akimbo and with Paul still in me, my hands still stroking and pulling on his buttocks while his cock spasmed intermittently as he emptied every drop of his seed in me.

Afterwards I wasn't sure how I should be feeling having been well and truly fucked by another man with my husband watching this other man grunting as he fucked me hard while I orgasmed on his cock with the only noises being my moans of pleasure and his animalistic grunt as he shot his sperm in me.

I wondered as well what Sam was feeling - was he feeling bitter/sweet like me - the bitter bit being finally the loss of any pretence of not enjoying it and the sweet bit being the absolute filthy slutty enjoyment of it?

After a minute or so resting and kissing Paul I watched fascinated as he slid his cock out with gooey strands of semen trailing from his cock back to my open reddened cunt lips, as he then lewdly wiped his cock up and down my open slit to get rid of them on my pubes!

God I thought open mouthed - that was so filthy, but it didn't stop a smile spreading across my face as I looked across at Sam and stuck my tongue out again and said teasingly, 'that's what I call being well and truly fucked - I must be flooded with Paul's semen!'

Paul and Sam both laughed and Sam sounding slightly rueful when he said 'I guess you have and are!

Paul leaned over to kiss me and said well it was certainly well worth while travelling for.

I could see Sam was rock hard having seen his fantasy enacted out in front of him and he nudged Paul aside and slipped his cock in my cunt still awash with Paul's semen - he was so worked up he only lasted about 30 seconds before cumming like a schoolboy.

I was feeling really shameless as I lay back on the settee with two lots of semen mingling in me and looked at these two men who had just had me. I provocatively spread my legs so they could see their combined semen dribbling out of my pussy.

Paul went off to the bathroom so I turned to Sam feeling quite proud of myself and looked quizzically at him with a mischievous smile saying 'are you happy now?'

He nodded smiling and said that I had looked a really wanton tart as I lay there unashamedly with my pubes matted with the sticky semen of two men.

Thinking for a moment I responded smiling 'yes I suppose I am - but that's what you wanted wasn't it, your wife being a wanton tart for you?'

The conversation was cut short as Paul returned from the bathroom and Sam pottered off to the bathroom as well.

Paul was looking at me quizzically so I said 'what's up Paul?'

'I thought you might like me to come to my room and stay the night with me?'

Having another man fuck me was one thing, but I didn't want to spend all night with another man and I didn't think Sam would like it either?'

'Sorry Paul, Sam has first call on me tonight.'

Paul pulled a disappointed face and gathered his clothes up waiting for Sam to show him how to get to his room.

When he came back I said 'Well I've done what you wanted - you've watched another man fuck me bareback and treat me like a tart and fill me with his cum - was it as good as you fantasied?'

Sam said he was still slightly stunned by it all and asked' Did you enjoy it?'

I couldn't help smiling and looking him in the eye and said 'couldn't you tell Sam? it was better than just enjoying, Paul was a real animal grunting away like a rutting stag as he came in me - it made me feel really naughty, slutty, wanton and tarty, so yes I did, by the way, he asked me to go and spend the night in his room, but I said no I wanted to be with you.'

'Would you have liked to?'

'No, I wanted to be with you Sam - it was the first time with another man and I wanted some re-assurance from you about it.'

Sam dragged me up to bed and insisted I tell him what I was feeling and thinking when Paul fucked me.

Needless to say it didn't take long for him to get hard and manage a second fuck.

'Mmmm' I thought afterwards 3 fucks in a night and still tomorrow to come - might be nice to do this more often!

Some friends let us borrow their river cruiser now and then and we had lined it up for this weekend to entertain Paul during the day. So on the Saturday morning we had a lie in and then Paul joined us for breakfast, strangely we were quite at ease with other, I had thought it might be a little awkward after the previous evenings 'goings on' but I needn't have worried, after giving Paul a quick morning welcome kiss and him telling me what a good evening it was and asking me if I was regretting it at all. (So far I thought to myself!)

We told Paul about having a boat available and he seem quite excited at the prospect of a river cruise.

I packed some sandwiches and fruit together with a nice bottle of chilled wine in a chiller bag and off we set.

Fortunately it was lovely sunny weather and being early in the season it was not too busy on the water. As lunchtime approached Sam said we should go and moor up somewhere and have lunch.

I suggested a spot which we often used which was down a little side dyke and so it was nice and quiet being off the main river.

Sam navigated us into the dyke which had a bit of a 'dog-leg' so with the reeds we weren't visible to other boats once we had moored.

I always think there is something about having a picnic that makes the food seems tastier and this was no different maybe helped along by several glasses of wine.

We chatted away about all sorts of things and unsurprisingly I suppose, our talk turned to the events of the previous evening. I was getting quite wet talking about it and I was particularly interested to hear Paul's take on it as he described the things I did he had particularly liked - some of which I couldn't remember doing!

Sam with obviously ulterior motives pulled out the concealed fold away double bed and then got some throw cushions out of boat stowage and threw them on the bed.

Paul took the hint and taking my hand sat me down on the bed, slipped his arms around me and pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me - a bit presumptuous I thought so I glanced over to Sam who was seemingly unconcerned and preoccupied with opening the roof canopy to let the sun stream in, so I relaxed into Paul's arms and settled in for a good old snog.

I didn't need much persuading anyway as by now with all the dirty talk I was in the mood for anything.

To my surprise Sam was undressing - clearly indicating to me what he had in mind!

Me and Paul took the hint and seconds later we were all sprawled on the bed naked, with the warmth of the overhead sun streaming on us through the open canopy.

I was good and ready for anything.

Then while Paul was still kissing me and caressing my breasts and nipples, Sam eased my legs apart and then slid down between my open thighs and started giving my clit some attention.

It didn't take long for me to get an overwhelming urge to be fucked and the first to have me was Paul.

I was on my back, so as Paul fucked me I was looking over his shoulder up at the open sky with the clouds and birds flitting by and just like eating outside I decided having sex outside (well nearly outside) had an extra edge to it as well!

The boat was rocking gently because of Pauls efforts thrusting in me and every so often there was an extra rocking of the boat when a big cruiser passed by on the main river sending it's wake into the dyke.

It felt quite naughty thinking people were passing by so close and oblivious to the 'action' going on only yards from them!

I remember thinking why Sam and I hadn't done this before!

Paul was 'rutting' away and started to grunt loudly like last night so I had to 'shush' him in case a passing boat could hear.

I had my legs wrapped round Paul's waist while he thrust away on top of me, with Sam smiling lewdly, fascinated and watching Paul's white buttocks thrusting away between my legs.

I was already very aroused and with the help of Sam caressing my clit it didn't take too long before I was gasping out for Paul to fuck me harder as I could feel I was going to cum very soon as I worked hard for him swivelling my hips and pulling him into me to match his thrusts.

I was stroking Sam's cock lovingly when Paul grunted even louder and started thrusting in me really hard, slapping up against my Pussy lips. I yelped with pleasure and surprise as I felt him start ejaculating in me, watched by Sam impatiently waiting for his turn.

When Paul had 'filled his boots' and emptied himself in me, Sam almost pulled him off me in his haste to get at me.

Although I had enjoyed being fucked by Paul I enjoyed even more the familiar feel of Sam's cock as he pushed in me excited obviously excited that I had already satisfied one man!

Sam kept up a steady and satisfying rhythm that hit the spot and brought me to orgasm and he shot his load in me shortly after.

Paul lay alongside me on my other side so we were lying side by side with me on my back and these two men who had just fucked me flanking me either side.

I had slung each of my legs over their legs so I was spreadeagled with my legs wide apart revealing the double dose of semen that had mingled deep inside me but was starting to seep out.

Mmmm! It was heaven lying like this with these two men who continued to canoodle, kiss and caress me as I gazed up at a blue sky with the warmth of the sun on us.

Sadly as the sun fell behind the trees the air cooled so we packed up and set off back to the restaurant - me and my men fully satisfied after some unexpected open air sex.

That dyke will never seem the same again!

When we got back to the restaurant Paul went off to his room to have a nap and shower and Sam and I did the same.

In the evening Paul joined us again in our flat for a glass or two of champagne and then Sam cooked us a simple meal accompanied by a few glasses of wine.

We adjourned to our sitting room and after a few more glasses of wine I was glowing!

Paul said it might be a good idea to gather cushions and pillows on the floor so we could play around together on the floor.

At the time we didn't know what he had in mind and what he meant by 'play'.

After we had thrown down plenty of cushions and pillows on the floor, Paul suggested we strip off and relax on the cushions/pillows.

It was nice and relaxing resting on the soft cushions while Sam and Paul paid attention to me taking turns kissing, caressing and stroking me everywhere, and a first for me of having both breasts and both proudly erect nipples kissed and nibbled simultaneously by them while they took it in turns to play with and caress my cunt and clit.

They knew exactly what they were doing as they brought me to near orgasm - the cunning buggers had achieved their aim of getting me nice and ready (and I was nice and ready) for another round of sex!

Paul suddenly asked me if I had ever had two cocks in me together?'

Looking puzzled I said 'Do you mean both in my cunt at the same time?'

He nodded.

Laughing I replied 'no I haven't - what sort of girl do you think I am?'

Sam laughed at that and Paul grinned as he said 'do you fancy being a real naughty slut for your husband?'

I looked at Sam quizzically and said 'do you want me to be a naughty slut' he grinned lecherously and nodded enthusiastically, so feeling liberated by that and with the 'glow' of alcohol in me along with the yearning to be fucked I was ready for anything.

I smiled mischievously at Paul and Sam and surprised myself saying 'yes please, I want to be really, really slutty for my husband!'

Sam smiled back at me and said to Paul 'I think we can take that as a yes.'

Paul told Sam to lie back on the floor and pushed several extra cushions under him to lift him up. Then he told me to get astride Sam and get his cock in me - no problem so far.

So there was Sam raised off the floor by the cushions and there was I mounted on Sam with my sticking up invitingly at just the right height for Paul to fuck me from behind.

I could feel him positioning himself behind me as he said to Sam 'just slip your cock out a little so I can get some of Della's juice on me'. He then told Sam to get his cock in again and just push it in a bit.

I sensed Paul had got his cock in his hand and with Sam already part way in me he slid his cock along Sam's cock till I felt it hit the entrance of my vagina.

Then he said to Sam 'now hold still while I push in - then when I say we both need to push in gently together, best to do it a bit at a time so we don't stretch Della too much!'

Paul pushed again and I gasped as I felt his cock forcing and stretching my cunt lips open to take two good sized cocks.

Paul asked if I was alright and to tell them to stop if it got too painful.

He told Sam to start pushing in and then with a short series of pushes Paul and Sam penetrated me further.

I was holding my breath as the two cocks got deeper in me and the more I felt my cunt being pleasurably stretched.

Sam asked if I was OK.

It was taking my breath away but I said 'it is a bit painful but I like it, so carry on - I want to be a your dirty slut and I want both of your cocks all the way in'.

They pushed again together as I moaned softly and urged them on 'Ooohhh yessss keep pushing in me, Oohh fuck, Ooh fuck yes it's stretching me, it's lovely, ooooh I love it, keep pushing, I want to feel both your cocks all the way in.'

With that Paul and Sam started to shove their cocks in less gently stretching my cunt further and further.

All of a sudden and I felt them go all the way in me as they banged up against my mound.

I yelped as it took my breath away then pleased as I felt the two cocks balls deep in me.

'Ooohhh God that's sooo good it feels like one monster cock stretching me.'

Paul said 'do you feel like a slut?'

Then before I could answer he said to Sam 'do you like your wife being a slut for us like this?'

I waited for Sam to answer.

'If Della likes it then I do'

'Yes, Yes, I do Sam, I do, I want to be a real slut for you Sam'

A mixture of pain and pleasurable was sweeping through my cunt and I wanted to let them know I was enjoying being fucked by two cocks 'Oohhh fuck, Oohh God, that's so fucking lovely, Oh God, I love being a slut for you Sam - and even better I love feeling a slut.'

After the initial stretching it felt really good and I must say I was getting very randy thinking what a tart I was taking two cocks in me.

They started to thrust gently in unison like one big very thick cock fucking me.

As my cunt accustomed itself to two cocks I told them to fuck me harder.

That got Paul and then Sam grunting like animals each time their combined cocks thrust in me.

I was feeling really slutty and tarty and enjoying the sensation of being stretched as I joined in matching their grunts and moans with my own as they picked up the pace.

The only sounds were the grunts and groans of all three of us and the slapping of Paul's balls as he thrust in me along with the slurping and squelching sounds of two cocks as they plundered the depths of my dripping cunt.

After several minutes or so it was too much for Sam as his breathing was getting more ragged and I knew he would soon cum and I hoped Paul would cum soon as well as I wanted them to cum in me together.

My back was arched with my bum sticking up proudly with Paul's hands gripping my hips as he thrust in me.

Sam being under me was kneading and kissing my breasts and nipples as he and Paul continued fucking me, thrusting harder and faster into my now fully stretched, flexible and accommodating cunt as it hopefully waited to be filled simultaneously with two men's sperm.

Paul let go of my hips and then pulled my arms behind me and used them like reins to pull me backwards and forwards onto his cock.

I felt completely helpless and a bit like a rag doll as Paul fucked and used me as he wanted, calling me his slut saying 'that's how a slut should be fucked that's what you want isn't it Della - to be fucked like the slut? He said to Sam 'do you like your wife being fucked like a slut heh? She loves it don't you Della?

I was so far gone I didn't wait for Sam to answer so I shouted out 'yes oooh yes I fucking love it, fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am.'

Sam thrusting hard in time with Paul, chimed in 'Do you Della? Do you like taking two cocks and being our slut?'

'Yes oooh yes!'

Paul obviously liked calling and treating me like a slut and he liked telling Sam that his wife was a slut and that she enjoyed being used like a slut.

Paul was getting closer to cumming as he grunted louder and louder each time he and Sam's cock plumbed the depths of my compliant cunt.

Like last night his animalistic grunting and being treated like a complete slut by the men was a real turn on for me in the mood I was in.

I felt myself losing control again and my body started to tremble and quiver with an another oncoming orgasm.

I threw my head right back and cried out 'Oh my God, Ohhh fucking Hell, I'm such a dirty slut taking two cocks, and I fucking love it.'

Then looking straight down at Sam I gasped 'Oooh fucking hell Sam, are you pleased now, am I slutty enough for you?' but before he could answer I blurted out 'ohhh shit I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum - I want to cum while you dirty bastards cum in me together, cum in me you dirty bastards, fill your slut with your cum!'

My back arched with the start of what I knew was going to be a sublime orgasm.

I pushed my bum back at Paul as my body started shuddering with orgasm.

Paul's grunts became even louder and more animalistic as Sam whispered 'fucking hell, Ooooh fucking hell Della, I love you being a slut like this.'

I felt their cock's convulsing as they shot the first double load of semen in me, followed by several more loads as they ejaculated noisily in me.

I felt quite proud of my slutty self - if a little sore!

After a minute or so Sam's spent cock slid out of me and I rolled off him taking Paul with me and we kind of collapsed on the floor side by side.

Paul opened my legs and rolled in-between them and as I looked down between our bodies I could see him rubbing the bell-end of his cock up and down the lips of my pussy like he did last night, spreading the sticky gooey mess that was seeping out of me, reducing my pubes to a sticky matted mess.

It felt and looked really dirty and if he had any lingering doubts it did prove to Sam that I was capable of being a real slut to please him!

Looking at Sam defiantly I said 'are you happy now you and Paul have made me into a slut?'

Sam was watching Paul's cock which continued to toy with my pussy and smiled 'I know you aren't a slut, but I love you acting like one.'

I replied, perhaps too quickly 'what makes you think I was acting.'

Sam did a double take and asked incredulously - 'you were weren't you?'

Paul interjected saying 'I don't think she was - if she was, she's a dam good actress'!

I'm not sure if Sam was pleased with Paul's remark and to be fair neither was I!

Paul took his time getting dressed to go back to his room - having missed out last night I think he may have thought he would be sharing our bed tonight but neither Sam or I fancied that.

He turned at the door and asked me if there was any chance of an early morning cuppa?

I smiled knowing he didn't mean a cuppa, he meant an early morning shag.

I looked at Sam and couldn't tell what he was thinking so said 'haven't you had me enough this weekend Paul? I am a bit sore after tonight so I'll have to see what I feel like when I wake up - it has been a tiring but very satisfying day.'

In bed afterwards Sam said 'did you really enjoy that - were you acting or are you really a closet slut?'

'Mmm, well yes I did enjoy it and I was acting a bit for your benefit but then I got so carried away with you two fucking me like that and once I got over the pain and my vagina had stretched itself to take you both - well - it was mind-blowing and I definitely wasn't acting then. I liked being a slut like that but only because I know that tomorrow we will be back to normal - a happily married couple, Della and Sam again.'

Sam laughed and leaned across to kiss me.

I carried on 'I didn't think I would be able to take two big cocks together but I'm glad I did - and then to have two men cum in me at the same time - I think that maybe does qualify me as a slut doesn't it?'

I was still on a bit of a high and carried on 'I didn't like his grunting to start with but in the end I liked it as it made me feel even more like a tart, I did worry a couple of times though that he was getting too carried away and the way and tone of his voice when he called me his slut, I didn't really like that - I am your slut when you want me to be a slut, nobody else's - I don't think he understood that?, did you think he went over the top a bit?'

'Sorry Della, I was so carried away at what you were doing I hardly heard what he was saying, but I was worried at times it might hurt you taking both our cocks together, when Paul suggested it I wasn't sure if you would go along with it. Seeing you have orgasm after orgasm and watching his facial expressions and hearing him grunting as he came in you at the same time as me was, well, more than just living out my fantasies - but I wouldn't want you to be a slut in real life.'

'Well I was taken back when he suggested that both of you had me together, but I thought you would want me to do it so I went along with it.'

Then smiling knowingly at him I added 'I will be your secret slut but only when you want me to be'.

Sam quickly said 'yes please', then asked if I would like a last shag with Paul in the morning.

I said I thought not as I'm a bit sore and you've seen Paul in action and without you there he might get carried away and get a little rough - if he makes me any sorer we might not be able to make love for a week.

'Well that's definite then don't do it - I don't see why I should go without just for his pleasure.'

'And mine!' I chimed in.

Thinking about the events of the weekend over the next few weeks it struck me that I didn't really warm to Paul when he first arrived but once I got over that - and with some persuasion from Hubby - the sex turned out to be so good and exciting.

Mmmm - thought for the day! I don't actually have to be attracted to a man to enjoy having sex with them. Dangerous!!

A couple of days after the adventurous weekend with Paul we were both still excited about it and we just couldn't keep our hands off each other with Sam repeatedly wanting me to tell him what it was like for me.

So I had been comprehensively fucked by another man and Hubby had fulfilled his fantasy of seeing me orgasm with another man fucking me - and - as a first for me, I had accommodated two big cocks in my vagina at the same time, mastering a double penetration!

A couple of weeks later Sam asked if I would like Paul to stay again.

I thought to myself, well I'm a bit worried as Paul turned me into and made me love being a slut and repeatedly called me a slut like he meant it - and if that was what happened with his first visit what would he persuade me to do next time?

So after a little thought I replied 'look we don't know anything about him really do we - I mean he called me a slut - which I was of course - but we can't afford to close the restaurant like that too often can we and anyway I'm not sure I would want something like that to become a regular thing - I mean we don't know what he's up or who he's mixing with in-between times do we? Let's leave it as a very exciting memory.'

I think Sam was a little disappointed, but nodded his agreement saying 'well yes, let's see how we feel in a couple of months eh?'