The Borrowed Wife

We had been married for over 10 years, well into the two kids and a dog lifestyle, sex with Bob was probably once a month or so. I didn't even think anyone fancied me anymore, we were in a rut, but things were about to change.

It all started innocently enough at the Company Christmas party when Bob (my husband) introduced me to Martin, an attractive guy in his mid 40's, they work in the same office.

It was odd how from the first few minutes of chatting with Martin I was getting fluttery, there was something in how Martin's eyes met mine. I couldn't remember the last time a man had locked me in his gaze the way Martin was doing.

To break the spell I asked if his wife was with him, I might as well have stood on his toes from the grimace on his face, turns out he had just gone through a rather difficult divorce. I said, "well better luck next time" to which Martin said "there won't be a next time", if I need a wife I'll borrow one!!!" I didn't know what to say or how to take what he meant, thankfully Bob was back from the bar by now with our drinks.

That was all that was said that night, but Martin was unnerving me, but every time I glanced in his direction (and I couldn't help doing that) his eyes were on me, it was so obvious that Bob noticed, innocently he said "well it looks like you made a good impression on Martin," I just smiled.

A couple of weeks later Bob had to attend a conference in Edinburgh, he would be gone for 3 days. I asked if he wanted me to drive him to Manchester airport, he said Martin had offered, saving us having to get someone in to look after the kids, I didn't give it a second thought.

Martin turned up around 5:30, Bob was ready, we kissed and away he went. The flight was for 8pm, it's an hour's drive to the airport, I guess they were there by 7 ish, It was gone 8pm, when I noticed a car pulling into our drive, I went to the door to see Martin carrying a bunch of flowers, Martin said, Bob asked me to get them for you. Little did I know what was going on, looking back I'm sure I was being set up.

I asked Martin if he wanted to come in for a coffee (big mistake) I went to fill a vase for the flowers. I looked in the window over the sink to see Martin watching me, I could feel his eyes on me. We sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, just chatting, but his eyes were locking me in like a deer in the headlights.

I could have stopped it there and then, but I couldn't, my heart was beating really fast.

I was struggling to put a sentence together I was so nervous I was trembling, Martin must have noticed. The next thing I knew I felt his foot touching my foot, I knew that it wasn't an accident, I could have moved, but I didn't, his foot was by now purposely sliding over my toes, my face was burning with embarrassment.

I was letting him make a move on me, what would Bob say, other than "go for it" this wasn't the first time I felt that Bob had tried to "set me up" he said it turned him on when men were checking me out, he would ask me if I fancied them.

I found it odd at first, but I got to thinking it was just a fetish, I never encouraged him, other than a bit of pillow talk if while we were out for a drink and Bob had brought my attention to a guy that looked kind of cute, if I went along with it and said the guy looked sexy Bob wouldn't last two minutes in my hand, or in bed, that helped if I felt too tired to play.

I couldn't even hear what Martin was saying, my mind was in a spin, I felt like I had to break away from his obvious attempt to seduce me, but by now I was feeling aroused. Martin probably knew it, he'd made the first move, and I hadn't moved away from him.

Then out of the blue he stood up and said "well, I guess I should go now" without even thinking what I was saying I said "No, don't, don't go yet." what was I saying!!!

Martin said "well, I guess I should take my jacket off." I don; t know what it is but men in blue shirts do something for me. As I hung his jacket in the hallway Martin stood really close behind me, he put his hands on my hips, I could feel his breath on my neck. I felt weak, excited but weak, I knew he wanted me, I hadn't been so sexually aroused for a LONG time.

As I turned around Martin pushed me against the wall, and started kissing me. I could feel his erection pushing against me. I couldn't move, I didn't want to move.

Martin took my hand placing it over the bulge in his trousers, it felt huge. I just had to unzip and release this monster, it was a bit of a struggle getting it out but it felt so good in my hand. I had to break from the kissing to look what he had on offer, it was warm, sort of bouncing as it throbbed, his bell end was already slick with precum,

I wanted it, it was too late to turn back now. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, it looked longer than what I was getting at home, at least 8" or so, thicker too and really, really hard. It was one of those moments in time when you lose all sensibilities, moments later I was down on him, kissing his cock so gently, I felt shameless, sucking the cock, a man I hardly knew, a man who works in the same office as my husband.

Maybe I was overwhelmed by the erotic arousal of the moment, but whatever it was the next thing I knew was I was leading Martin up stairs to our bedroom, we had hardly stepped into the room but we couldn't have taken our clothes off faster if they'd been on fire.

What was I doing, leading a "stranger" to bed, OUR bed, that was turning me on even more knowing he worked with Bob. We kissed again, it felt so good as I lay there with Martin between my legs, a man 10 years older than me, a man 10 years more skilled than Bob.

By now I could tell I was wet, it's just as well, Martin was starting to enter me, just the head at first, then he pulled back, then a little deeper, then pulling out again, then he went deeper and deeper, being gentle with me.

I thought I'd taken all he had until he pulled back again then he sank his cock deep into me full length, Martin wasn't just "borrowing me", or even fucking me, like an animal, he was claiming me.

I could feel every throb of his powerful shaft inside me, he was as hard as a bone.

I'd never been fucked slowly like this before, slow is better, I could feel every throb of his cock inside of me, Martin wasn't just hard, he was masterful and I was loving it.

He was at me for around 15 minutes, I'd wondered if he might be a fast comer like Bob, I'd looked at the bedside clock, it was 8:43 when we hit the sack, it was now 8:58, his cock was throbbing furiously inside of me, I could feel it getting even harder as Martin throbbed inside me.

I knew he was about to cum, I wasn't on the pill because we weren't doing much at home, I was hoping Martin would take his cock out and shoot his cum on my belly.

That didn't happen, I felt him stiffen up really hard, he was grunting like an animal as his cum shot inside of me. I felt every load he fired, I couldn't help responding, wrapping my legs round him, pulling him in as deep as I could.

Martin gave one final thrust before he fell exhausted onto me. That was the first time Martin "borrowed me", we have been at it for 4 months now, I'm not missing sex at home at all now, at least not with Martin, he knows when Bob is out of town, that's when we get together usually in the afternoons when the kids are at school.

This Cuckolding lifestyle can so easily become addictive, being taken by an older man certainly gave me an appetite for a more skillful man. The odd thing is, I get the feeling that Bob set me up for all this, he says nothing, and that turns me on, I'm sure e knows Martin is fucking me.

Another thing that turns me on is getting Bob to have sex with me just hours after Martin has filled me with his cum. The first time was mind blowing for me when Bob said "boy are you roused tonight, you're really wet!!!" Little did he know that wetness was his buddies cum, slopping all over Bob's cock as he entered me. That really is a powerful feeling,

it's not really cheating if you're almost sure your husband set you up, or at least knows what's going on.

Ruby WN1.