Denise lay back on the settee, luxuriating in the peace and quite that surrounded her. Her husband Joe had gone down the coast for some odds and ends and wouldn’t be back for another hour or so. Also, being a half term holiday, their children had gone to stay for a couple of days with some schoolfriends who lived on a farm in the next village. Because of the half term, a lot of families had taken off for a few days leaving the village more than usually quiet. She was more than a little irritated, therefore, to hear the front door bell go.

She opened it to find a tall stranger standing on the doorstep. Sensing her surprise he politely introduced himself. ‘Hi, I’m Pete – I’m staying at Mandy and Paul’s place for a couple of days – I believe they may have told you about me’.

Denise quickly composed herself, remembering that their neighbours had mentioned it. They had taken their kids away for the half term break too, and had told her that they had let an old friend use the cottage while they were away. ‘Oh yes – hello, I’m Denise. Is there anything I can do for you’.

‘Just a bit of info’ really - where’s the village shop and, more importantly, when does the pub open’ he laughed.

His laugh had a relaxing effect and Denise cheerfully pointed out the village shop to him, and told him the pub opened around six (depending on the landlord’s mood).

‘Ok thanks a lot’ he said ‘might see you in there tonight’ and, with another laugh and a wave was gone.

Denise returned to her settee, lay down and closed her eyes. She tried to relax, but found her mind returning to the man on the doorstep. Quite handsome in an odd sort of way, but she was aware of the feelings that had begun to creep to different parts of her body as the memories of what happened with Sandy and Rick came back into her mind and she found herself wondering ‘What if….’.

She loved Joe and, from that angle, nothing had changed – if anything she and her husband were now closer than ever. But the excitement of having another man want her sexually, and the abandonment of letting him take her and do unspeakable things had been a mind blowing experience. She couldn’t help but feel a tingle between her legs as she remembered the moment when, for the first time, someone other than her husband had first slipped his cock into her cunt. She’d cried out so loud that Joe, in the next room had heard her, which heightened even further her excitement. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt herself back in that bedroom, her legs wide open in abandonment as this man had thrust deep into that part of her where only her husband had gone before and, when she had felt him stiffen in with his impending orgasm, had felt her body open for the flood of sperm which he had pumped deep inside her welcoming body.

She remembered too, her and Joe, having met in the night in the bathroom, had slipped into a spare bedroom where she had opened herself up for him. And then of course that bizarre event which followed. What on earth had come over her – she had never really liked anal sex, but that night she had wanted something so extreme that she had led her husband to the room which Rick and her were sharing, laid on the bed and made Rick bugger her while her husband had watched.

Oddly, she remembered, that after the initial stabbing pain when Rick first entered her, her emotions had taken over and she had revelled in the sheer decadence of the situation. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to have her husband watch as another man’s prick reamed into her anus, the most natural thing to look lovingly into his eyes and lift her leg so that he could see clearly what was being done to her.

They had often relived the situation, especially when making love, as she related every little detail to Joe. They hadn’t repeated it though. Living in a small village like this was not the kind of environment for that kind of experimentation. It wasn’t wise either to get involved with people they knew or saw and met frequently. But, she thought wickedly, the village was very quiet and empty, the kids were away - and then again there was the man staying at Mandy and Paul’s house.

Joe had returned at around five. It was a glorious evening – hot and sultry, so after a light meal, they had gone for a short walk around the village to work up a thirst before going to the pub.

Denise had told Joe about their new temporary neighbour. ‘What’s he like?’, asked Joe looking quizzically at her. ‘Oh, quite pleasant I suppose.’ she said, trying to keep her tone light.

Joe had thought of pressing the matter, but just then the subject of their conversation walked in. Recognising Denise, Pete bounced over to say hello. She introduced Joe to him and both naturally asked him to join them.

The evening went well, with all three becoming very relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. It was when Denise got up at one point to go to the toilet that Joe noticed that Pete was taking more than just a passing interest in her. Denise was dressed in a tight black skirt, her customary black stockings and a red sleeveless blouse. On her feet she wore semi-high heels with ankle straps, which Joe always felt made her look just a little bit tarty. Despite having had two children, her body had held up well – her tits were still firm and well shaped, her stomach with just enough swell to catch attention and, probably her best point, a drop dead gorgeous bum which filled and stretched the skirt to perfection. As she walked across the room toward the toilet it was hardly surprising that felt the stirrings of lust.

At around nine thirty, Pete had gone to the bar to get more drinks which left Joe and Denise alone for a short while.

‘I think he has evil designs on you’, said Joe.

Denise flushed and giggled nervously. ‘I got that message too, and to be honest I’ve got that nice tingly feeling down there too – I’m getting quite wet. Problem is’, she went on, ‘how do we give him the green light’.

‘Odd you should say that’, said Joe grinning broadly ‘I feel one of my migraines coming on’.

‘But you don’t have mi…..Oh…I’m beginning to catch on’, she laughed. Then, serious for a moment, she grabbed Joe’s hand and said ‘Are you sure you don’t mind?’

‘As long as you don’t mind me shagging you afterwards’ he said.

There was no time for her to respond as Pete had come back with a tray of drinks. Joe gave it a few minutes before he began rubbing his head and wincing in pain.

‘Shit’, he groaned, ‘this would happen now – it must have been the driving this afternoon’.

Pete gave him a puzzled look.

‘It’s migraine’, said Denise ‘he sometimes gets them when he’s been stressed’. Then, turning to Joe said ‘We should go home’.

‘No – you’re enjoying yourself here’. Looking at Pete he said ‘The only thing I can do is take one of my tablets and go to bed to try to sleep it off. Do you mind keeping Denise company? I’ll probably see you again soon’.

Pete and Denise watched Joe walk unsteadily out of the bar, still holding his head. Pete, at first, seemed taken aback to be left alone with Denise saying ‘Are you sure he’ll be all right?’

‘Don’t worry’, she said rubbing his hand as if to reassure him ‘once he’s had one of his tablets he’ll sleep like a baby’.

Pete noticeably relaxed and moved closer to Denise. They carried on chatting and Denise noticed that his conversation was becoming more intimate and suggestive. Eventually, around ten, he suggested that they might like to go back to the cottage for a drink. Denise readily agreed, trying to appear calm despite the rush of excitement she felt.

The walk over had been a trial for her. She had tried to keep her voice steady as she chatted to him, despite the feelings which began to find their way to different parts of her body. Her tits ached with anticipation and she felt sure that he might notice that her nipples seemed determined to force their way through her bra and blouse. As for down below, she could feel that deep twitching in her cunt which longed to be filled.

At the cottage, Pete had brought out some wine and a couple of glasses. They had sat close together on the settee making small talk and Denise could feel the warmth of Pete’s leg against hers. Having drained her glass (did she need Dutch courage?, she thought) she went over to the cabinet and refilled it. Turning around, she found that Pete had stood up too. Suddenly, he put his arms round her and clutched her to him. Their mouths found each other and began a deep erotic kissing. She could feel he was rampant, as his hardness pressed against her belly. His arms slid down until his hands were on her rump, kneading her buttocks and pulling her even harder towards him.

‘Is it all right?’ he asked breathlessly in her ear.

‘Oh yes’, she replied, ‘but we can’t be too long in case Joe wakes up and wonders where I am’.

She felt him move his hands up her rump toward the waist of her skirt. He popped open the button, slid down the zip and began pushing her skirt down until it dropped in a heap around her feet. She could imagine his pleasure at finding that she was wearing stockings and not tights as his hands caressed her buttocks through the thin material of her knickers. Then his hands were pushing down underneath them, over her ass cheeks before letting one finger run down the crack of her ass and finding her puckered hole. Gently, he rubbed it before slowly easing the tip of his finger into her anus. ‘Oh God yes’, she thought ‘I really want you there’.

Breaking off their embrace, Pete led her back to settee. She lay back against the cushion, letting her legs fall open, with one on the settee and the other on the floor. Pete was stripped off in no time and sat down between her legs and, leaning forward began opening her blouse and teasing her tits out over the top of her bra. He half lay on top her as he began to play with her tits, tweaking the erect nipples and eventually taking them in his mouth in turn, sucking and licking.

Denise could feel her whole body screaming out. She was sure that she must be soaked down there and ached for him to penetrate her. Eventually, he slid down, kissing her belly before moving back and slipping her knickers down, tossing them to one side. She opened her legs brazenly, willing him to look at her shaved pubis and sodden gash. He was obviously fascinated with her baldness, reaching down and stroking the exposed mound before his fingers moved down and slid in to her cunt.

Denise lay back, closed her eyes and let out a deep moan as his fingers pushed into her. She thought of her husband, back at home, and imagined him in bed wondering what they were doing at that moment. She wanted Pete to fuck her, but that was only a part of the thrill, which was why she had lied to him about the need for her to get back to Joe quickly.

She was suddenly aware of Pete between her legs, of his pulling her towards the edge of the settee as he prepared her for his entry. She could feel his cock against the inside of her thighs as he edged nearer to his goal, felt him place the head of his cock against her cunt lips and beginning to push forward and into her. Then that wonderful delirious moment as his cock slid in and up her to its full length, pressing deeply inside until she could feel the tip pushing against her cervix. As he began his rhythmic fucking movement she opened her eyes and looked down. She presented a picture of decadent abandonment. Her blouse was opened and her tits peaked obscenely over the top of her bra, the nipples erect and gorged. Her legs, sheathed in sheer black stockings, were splayed wide open with Pete kneeling between them. Below the black suspender belt her belly, and bald cunt stood out starkly. Lifting her head slightly, she could see Pete’s prick, slick and shiny with her juices, sliding in and out of her gash. She needed this fucking and, cried out for Pete to fuck her harder and deeper. Her cries and groans only served to egg him on as he pounded into her like a man possessed.

Fearing he might pull out at the last moment, for fear she might get pregnant, she cried out ‘Pump your spunk into me Pete – fill me up!’

He took one more lunge, burying himself deep inside her cunt and staying there as the convulsions gripped him. Denise could feel his cock begin to swell and jerk within her as his sperm began to jet out inside her. He must have been well worked up as it seemed to her he was going to come forever, pumping what felt like gallons into her willing hole.

Eventually, he pulled out with a groan and slumped on the floor before her. Looking at her he asked ‘Was that alright?’

‘Oh yes – that was most definitely alright’, she replied with a dreamy smile. ‘But now I’d better get back as soon as possible’.

She hurriedly dressed, pulling her knickers up tightly against her cunt – after all, she wanted to keep as much of his juice in as possible.

Before leaving she kissed him reassuringly and said ‘Joe and I are going to the coast tomorrow – we’ll pick you up about ten’.

‘Are you sure that’ll be okay?’ asked Pete, ‘after all…’

‘No problem’, she replied.

Denise hurried back towards her own house. She was aware of the throbbing in her cunt which usually followed a good shagging, but she was more aware of what she was carrying. As she walked, she imagined that could even hear the sloshing of Pete’s spunk inside her, and could feel the hot stickiness seeping out into her already soaked knickers. She wondered how Joe would react – would he be put with another man’s spunk still inside her? He’d fucked her after Rick that time, but she had been more or less drained and dry by then. She found such dirty thoughts were already bringing her close to an orgasm.

Arriving home, she quickly went up the stairs and walked straight in to the bedroom to find Joe sitting up in bed, wide awake. ‘Good’? he asked simply.

Unbuttoning her blouse she looked directly at him and said ‘Gooood!’

She was now down to just her suspenders, stockings and sodden panties. Looking over at Joe she said ‘Shall I wash first – I’m still full of his spunk’.

Joe looked at her and noticed the damp, dark stain spreading upwards from the crotch of her knickers, then threw back the bed cover and moved over for her to get in.

Slipping off her knickers, she slid onto the bed beside him. He looked into her eyes, letting his hand gently stroke her tits before moving down to her belly. Denise’s legs were open and as he glanced down he saw that the tops of her stockings were stained dark and that the tops of her inner thighs glistening with moisture. He moved down the bed and gently opened her legs still further before lying between them so that he could examine her more closely. His eyes were barely inches from her cunt now. The lips were bloated and red from the pounding she’d had and flecked with blobs of spunk. Opening her gently with his fingers he saw a small dribble of semen ooze out of her, running down towards the crack of her ass.

He’d lain here tonight wondering about this – how he’d feel and whether he’d be turned off or turned on. Now he knew and, raising himself up, gently lowered himself on top of his wife. Denise felt his hardness between her legs and raised herself slightly, yearning for him inside her. She felt his cock against her cunt, then felt it slide suddenly and easily into her.

‘Do you mind fucking me while I’m still wet?’ she asked.

‘No’, he replied ‘it’s wonderful’.

Not that long ago, Denise would never have dreamt that she would have allowed herself to get into this situation – now she positively revelled in it. She could feel her husband’s cock deep inside her. It wasn’t just her imagination, it did feel different as his cock slid in and out on a cushion of Pete’s spunk. Emboldened by the headiness of the moment she said ‘Would you like to watch him fuck me next time’.

‘Oh God yes – would you do that?’ he asked.

‘And more’, she replied mysteriously.

Joe suddenly began to pump faster as the combination of the situation and her dirty talk had pushed him over the edge. Clasping her tightly in his arms he slammed deep into her and began pumping his own spunk to join that of her lover. Denise too had been pushed over the abyss and, feeling her husband’s semen filling her to overflowing, screamed in ecstasy as she came.

As she lay besides him that night, she had made no effort to dry herself. She preferred, instead, to feel the spunk gently dribble out of her cunt and down between the cheeks of her ass and, as it ran over her bum hole her mind filled with wilder, dirtier thoughts.

The three of them had driven down to the coast that day and played tourists. If Pete was feeling any guilt or discomfort, he hadn’t shown it and had even playfully held Denise’s hand on occasions.

As Pete was due to leave for home the next morning, Joe and Denise felt it safe to invite him around that evening for drinks. As he was leaving, whatever happened that night wouldn’t lead to complications or embarrassment the next day.

As with the last occasion something like this had happened, Denise had stood naked in the bedroom before selecting her outfit for that night. Joe had watched her put on her red satin suspender belt and customary sheer black stockings. Again, she spurned her bra telling Joe that it would be too much of a hindrance later. She had asked Joe’s advice about a choice of knickers, and had settled on the red satin ones to match the suspender belt. A simple sleeveless blouse and her plain wrap-around skirt finished it off nicely.

‘Well’, she smiled wickedly ‘this lot ought to give him a good hard on’.

Pete had brought some wine, David stuck with his beer while Denise proceeded to demolish a bottle of Southern Comfort.

Well into the evening, the atmosphere had become relaxed, even tipsy, as they talked and laughed their way through various topics. Joe sat on one settee while Pete sat on the left hand side of the other. Denise had been sitting next to her husband, making sure that her skirt had ridden well up so that Pete could have a reminder of what he’d had the night before.

Having got up to refill her glass, Denise, now apparently tipsy, had gone to Pete’s settee, sat down at the opposite end, kicked off her shoes and swung her legs up so that she was half sitting, half lying crossways with her legs draped across Pete’s lap. Pete felt quite comfortable to let his hand rest on her leg as they resumed their conversation. It wasn’t long, however, before Joe noticed that his hand had begun to stroke Denise’s leg. She in turn opened her legs slightly so that he could rub his hand on the inside of her leg as far as was seemingly decent.

None of them could probably have said at what point the realisation of the situation dawned, but soon Pete was quite happy to let his hand run up to the bareness of Denise’s inner thigh, above her stocking tops. Dreamily she opened her legs still further to encourage him. Pete glanced over towards Joe enquiringly and, getting what seemed to be a ‘carry on’ signal, continued his stroking, even reaching as far as the crotch of her knickers.

She now lay back easily, her skirt well up to her waist. Her stockings and red satin knickers were exposed and Pete began to run his fingers between her legs and against her crotch. Denise let out a lazy deep groan, while the smile on her face confirmed her pleasure. Lifting her legs, Pete slid out and around so that he now sat on the edge of the settee, with Denise lying back on it. He gently pulled open her legs again, ran his hand up from the knee, stroked the tender inside of her thigh and against the crotch of her knickers eventually pulling it to one side and sliding a finger into her cunt. Joe sat contentedly watching them, noticing that there was a total lack of tension in the air. There was no doubt that all three were highly aroused, yet there seemed nothing wrong in what was taking place.

Denise continued to murmur and sigh as Pete slowly worked his finger in and out. Joe walked over, kneeled on the floor besides her and unbuttoned her blouse. Her naked tits splayed out provocatively as he reached down for the waist of her skirt. Pete broke off for a moment to help, lifting her hips gently so that Joe could unwrap the skirt and pull it from under her and, almost in the same movement, slid her knickers down her legs. Denise lifted her feet for him to remove them completely then lay back, legs splayed and, to all intents and purposes, naked and open to whatever they wished to do to her.

Both men stood up and, without a word, took off their own clothes. There was no embarrassment, and Joe felt that Pete had understood and accepted his role. What was happening was between Joe and his wife, Denise – Pete was an accessory and was only too happy to go along with it.

Pete took up position between Denise’s legs, bent down and began to lick her cunt lips, driving his tongue around and into her sopping cunt. Denise let out a fresh, louder groan and Joe hurried to kneel besides her and, bending down, gently kissed her on the lips. Looking down, he saw Pete straighten up, take hold of his prick and guide it towards Denise’s entrance. As Pete slid into her, she opened her eyes, gazed at Joe and let out a long ‘Oooooh’.

Pete held deep inside her for a moment, then began rhythmically pushing in and out of her. Joe heard Denise say ‘Play with my tits, Joe’. Joe gently began caressing her lovely tits and he and his wife locked gazes and smiled at each other. ‘Nice?’ he asked. ‘Mmmhh yes, nice’, she replied.

Joe now slid his hand down, over her suspender belt and onto her belly. He could see Pete’s prick, slick and shiny with her juices, sliding in and out of her cunt. His hand rested low on her stomach, barely above her mound, and the thought went through his mind that, just a couple of inches below where his hand rested, another man’s cock was buried deep inside his wife’s body.

He heard her husky voice say ‘Turn me over’. Pete slowly withdrew and, together, they turned her over. She now lay splayed on her stomach; her right leg lying on the settee while her left draped onto the floor. Pete had re-entered her and, despite their previous experiences, Joe felt this had to be the most obscene and erotic scene he had witnessed. Her blouse was pushed up almost to her neck leaving her body bare, save for the suspender belt. Pete kneaded her buttocks as he continued driving in and out of her. She turned her head towards Joe and said ‘Go fetch it Joe – upstairs next to the bed’. He knew what she meant and, with a new sense of excitement left them to it and ran up to fetch the jar.

On seeing the jar in Joe’s hand, Pete had obviously sensed what was going on and, while Joe prised off the lid, pulled open Denise’s buttocks, exposing her tight, pink little anus. Pete remembered the previous evening - having had just his finger in there had blown his mind. But now it seemed she wanted him in there. Joe had scooped some of the jelly onto his finger and now applied it tenderly to his wife’s anus. Denise sighed gently as, in her minds eye, she could imagine what she looked like, splayed out obscenely while her husband and another man parted her cheeks and saw and played with her most private part.

Joe now held open her cheeks as Pete put his finger against her bum hole and slowly pushed it in, well over the second knuckle. He sawed in and out for a few moments until they all realised that the moment of truth had arrived. Holding her as wide open as he could, Joe watched as Pete took his prick in his hand, rubbed it in the crack of her ass to lubricate it, and pressed it against the tight little hole. Denise suddenly braced herself ready as Pete began to push forward. Joe saw the initial resistance then, suddenly, the head of his cock was in her. Denise jerked and let out a loud ‘Oohhh’. Despite the lubrication, that initial stab still hurt. Slowly, the rest of Pete’s length disappeared into the depths of her ass.

Joe couldn’t have imagined that this would one day happen. He would never have believed that not long ago Denise didn’t like this kind of sex. Yet here he was, holding apart the cheeks of his wife’s ass while another man’s prick pushed in and out of that delectable and sacred little hole. Her body and mind had now obviously accepted the intrusion as she began to let out a series of soft grunts and groans of pleasure. Pete adopted a slow, gentle in-out rhythm but Denise must have been wide open now as his cock easily slipped in to the very depths so that his balls slapped against her cunt.

Sensing that Pete was close to the point of no return, Joe reached down and grasped his wife's hand. Pete began to speed up, groaning loudly. Suddenly, he grasped Denise’s hips and plunged into her as deeply as he could. His whole body shook as he pumped everything he had deep into her bowels. Denise could feel the sudden, filling flood and cried out at the perverted, delirious sensation.

Utterly spent, Pete pulled out from Denise’s hole. Silently, he got up and began to get dressed, his purpose over. Joe kneeled behind her still prone body and gently stroked her buttocks as soft groans still came from deep within her as her orgasm subsided. Pete nodded his farewells to Joe, before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind him. Now alone, Joe eased her legs open again and guided his rampant cock into her cunt, gently easing into her before starting a slow in and out rhythm. Denise’s eyes opened and looked back at him in a sultry, dreamy way. ‘Enjoy?’, she asked. ‘Yes – did he hurt you much?’, he replied. ‘A bit’, she said, ‘but even the pain is nice’.

As he pressed into her, he opened her bum cheeks and looked down at her violated ass. The tight little ring, normally pink, was now blood red and slightly swollen. It still glistened with jelly and deep inside he could imagine Pete’s semen awaiting his arrival. Pulling out of her, he realigned his prick with her gorged hole. ‘Are you too sore for me as well?’ he asked. ‘No – I want you there. Shag my ass Joe’.

He pressed against her hole, feeling the head suddenly pop in. He watched as the rest of his prick slipped into the depths of her, and was sure he could feel the other spunk sluicing around him as he gently probed her innards. It couldn’t last long, of course. With the excitement of the evening and now these weird, perverted feelings his body began to wrack in the convulsions of orgasm. Grasping Denise’s hips, in the same way that Pete had, he slammed them closer together diving so deep he was afraid he’d come out of her mouth. Denise could feel his cock jumping deep inside her, felt the sudden flood of warmth joining Pete’s contribution and filling her to overflowing.

Turning around and taking her husband’s head in her hands, she kissed him deeply and lovingly. ‘Oh boy’, she said with a naughty chuckle ‘I said last time we should go for two lots in both -–let’s see if next time we can make it both together’.

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