by Vivi King
Despite being slightly embarrassed I felt more than a little pleased. The new dress had been a very recent birthday present from Pete and I had felt very good wearing it at the dinner party. Quite short, close fitting and colorful, it was intended to highlight my long, slim legs but I had been concerned that it also drew attention to my exceptionally flat chest, made even flatter by our recent extra visits to the gym. I could feel myself blushing a little but he hadn’t finished.
“And I wasn’t the only person to notice, was I?” he asked as he turned to face me, a rather smug, knowing expression on his face.
“Don’t be silly,” I chided, wondering what he was driving at and silently praying he hadn’t noticed Tony’s wandering hands as we had said our goodbyes.
“I’m serious. At least two men in the room couldn’t keep their eyes off you all evening – three if you include me!”
He sipped his tea as he paused, looking me up and down. I involuntarily pulled my robe tighter around my body in a defensive gesture a rookie psychology student would have recognized.
“Does it make you feel good? Feel attractive, knowing that you’re being admired like that?” he asked, apparently honestly.
“Don’t embarrass me, Pete...” I began, staring uncomfortably at the floor but he interrupted me.
“Because it makes me feel good knowing other men are looking at you and finding you as stunningly attractive as I do!”
I raised my eyes to look at his, looking for evidence of irony or teasing. I found none but he still hadn’t finished.
“Knowing they’re undressing you with their eyes right in front of me and thinking what they’d like to do with you. It’s a real turn-on, Penny!”
“Pete!” I exclaimed, “Don’t say that! I’ve never done anything to encourage...”
“I know,” he insisted. “That’s what makes it such a turn on. You’re becoming sexier and sexier
without even knowing it. Ever since we started our fantasies you’ve been getting more confident, holding yourself taller, dressing more daringly, moving more sexily. And you don’t even realize you’re doing it!”
I just looked at him blankly. Could this be true?
“Look at last night’s dress. It’s tight fitting and comes less than half way down your thigh.” I began to protest but he held up his hand. “Yes, I know you were wearing tights too but think about it! A year ago you’d never have dreamed of wearing anything that revealing. Now, you wear it happily and look incredible in it!”
I was thunderstruck! Was he right? My mind rushed to all the other clothes I’d worn recently, whether I’d chosen them myself or Pete had bought them for me. Perhaps he was right! Certainly they were different – shorter, tighter, classier than the rest of my wardrobe. But if it was true, what could it mean?
Had I been sending out the wrong messages for months without even knowing it? And were they wrong?
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled as he came closer to me. “Have I been making a fool of myself? Have I... Oh Jesus!”
I stepped back from him, my eyes fixed on the front of his towel which had tented out to an almost comical degree, forced away from his legs by what could only be a massive erection. Always long and slender rather than short and thick, the slimness of Pete’s cock had at least partly contributed to my lack of orgasms over the last twenty years but to be honest the main culprit had been the looseness in my vagina I had suffered ever since I had torn badly ‘down there’ giving birth to our younger children nineteen years before.
Whatever its dimensions might be, Pete’s cock was now making its presence very obviously felt. He glanced down at himself, then looked back at me and laughed.
“See? You’re having that effect on me now and you’re not even dressed! Just think what effect you were having on poor Tony last night!”
He pulled me closer, opening my robe until his towel-covered erection pressed against my lower belly through my nightie. It felt large and hard against my skin as I slowly put two and two together.
“You weren’t really drunk at all, were you?” I stated rather than asked.
“Perhaps a little tiddly,” he confessed, kissing me on the end of my nose. “I couldn’t have driven home but I thought you might feel a bit less inhibited if you thought I wasn’t in any state to object.” He laughed and kissed me again. “It worked, didn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a dull feeling in my tummy meaning I suspected I knew the answer.
“I mean that a certain gentleman pushed his luck even further than usual last night, didn’t he?” I felt my robe being slipped off my shoulders and fall around my ankles. “I mean that a certain pair of hands spent rather a long time around here... and here.”
Pete’s hands were on my buttocks, raising the hem of my short nightie to expose my bare flesh, then squeezing my cheeks gently, kneading them firmly before teasing them apart to let his long middle finger run the length of my cleft, forcing my body against his.
“Pete, I’m not in the mood...please....” I tried to say but my body was already giving the lie to my words as his searching finger found the base of my slit from behind.
"Jeez Penny, you’ve not been as wet as this for a long time!” he whispered in my ear as his finger slid along my slit and delved inside my body. The angle was awkward, restricting his movements but it felt surprisingly good for such a crude attempt at seduction.
“Is it because you’re thinking of him doing this?” he hissed.
Pete removed his hand from my bottom and moved it round to my lower belly from where access to my vulva was so much easier. His palm cupped my pubic mound and a single finger slipped the full length of my slit. Instinctively I opened my legs a little. He stroked my swelling, moistening lips in long, slow strokes, dipping between the folds of flesh into the dampness that was oozing from my body.
“Mmmm. Pete, no I... Mmmm!”
But it felt so very nice! My legs began to tremble a little and I realized that unbelievably after so many years of familiarity, I was becoming incredibly aroused by my own husband’s rather crude fingering.
“Did you want Tony to touch you last night?” he asked, his voice low and hard. “Did you want him to lift up your new dress? To lower your tights and panties to your knees? To slip his finger into you like this?”
Suddenly my husband’s finger was deep within me, moving rapidly against the inside of my mound.
My trembling knees buckled for an instant before I caught myself again.
“Oh Pete,” I heard myself moaning as my arms rose around his shoulders to steady myself. “I’ve not washed, I’m not clean.”
My protests were weak and were completely ignored as he backed me to the bed. My knees bent, my legs lowered me down until I perched on its rumpled edge. I didn’t resist.
“I don’t care,” he whispered. “Just like Tony wouldn’t have cared last night. He’d have stripped you like this!”
Before I realized what was happening, Pete had pulled my nightie quickly up and over my head leaving me naked.
“He would have pushed you to the floor like this!”
He suited his actions to his words and a moment later I was lying on my back on the bed with my husband’s strong body looming over me.
“He’d have spread your thighs like this!”
His strong hands were on my knees, easily parting my skinny legs, spreading me wide open until I could feel the cool air in the room on my dripping wet vulva.
“He’d have taken out his cock.”
I could feel the head of his long, thin erection parting my outer lips, then my inner lips, then pausing with just its tip inside my body.
“And he’d have got you ready to fuck, Penny; hard, right in front of me whether I objected or not.”
But to my frustration he didn’t thrust into me. Instead, he held himself still with just half the head of his cock in the entrance to my vagina. I felt so aroused, so turned on that the torment was almost unbearable.
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sp; “Please...” I began to whimper, thrusting my hips forwards as if to swallow up more of his wonderful cock but he moved back a little to keep himself tantalizingly poised at my entrance.
“Tell me how you feel Penny!” he commanded. “Tell me how much you want him to fuck you!”
“Pete! Please!” I protested weakly but the heat within me was growing all the time.
“Tell me Penny! Admit it! Tell me that you wanted him to fuck you! Tell me how badly you wanted his cock inside you!”
“Oh my God!”
“You wanted his hands inside your panties, didn’t you? When he was groping your bottom, you didn’t want him to stop, did you?”
“Pete...”
“Did you?”
“Oh God! No I didn’t!”
There! I’d said it! And deep down I suddenly understood that it was true; I really had wanted to let him go further – much further than my sense of propriety would ever have allowed.
“That’s my girl!” Pete said triumphantly, wriggling his hips so the head of his cock moved quickly back and forth in my sensitive entrance. “I knew you wanted him last night. You wanted his hand deep between your sticky thighs, didn’t you?”
He pressed himself the merest half inch further into me. My body jumped. It felt wonderful, almost as if it wasn’t my husband inside me at all; as if it was my seducer taking me for the first time.
“Yes, I wanted it!” I cried back.
“You’d have sucked his cock too if you’d had the chance, yes Penny?”
“Mmmm... Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I’d have sucked his cock!”
“Good girl! Now what would his cock feel like, Penny? In your mouth?”
A clear, vivid image filled my mind as I replied, “Long and thick, choking me...”
“As big as mine? Tell me, Penny!”
“Bigger! Much bigger!” I hissed, guessing the answer he wanted to hear.
I must have guessed correctly if the sudden tensing of my husband’s body was anything to go by followed by the sharp thrust of his long slim cock deep into my vagina and its rapid withdrawal back to my entrance.
“Oh yes!” I gasped, feeling the base of his cock stretch me slightly, then withdraw.
“You like big cocks, do you? You want to feel a huge cock inside you, do you?”
“Oh yes!”
“You’d have laid back and spread yourself for him, wouldn’t you?”
“Pete, please...”
“Wouldn’t you Penny? Despite the ring on your finger you’d have spread your legs for him?”
He thrust deep into me again then pulled back to my entrance. It felt so very, very good!
“Yes! Yes I’d have spread my legs!” I croaked, loving his teasing yet desperate for him to take me properly.
“Right in front of me?” he asked, his voice hard, dipping a third time deep into my vagina.
“Yes! Oh God! That feels good! Yes, right in front of you! As if you weren’t there!”
I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the fantasy, the images before my closed eyes getting more and more vivid as I listened to the hard voice.
“He’d have mounted you in front of me, wouldn’t he, Penny?”
“Yes!”
Pete’s cock, still stationary in my entrance was driving me half mad with arousal.
“His body over yours, forcing your legs apart!”
“Mmmm!”
“Open for him, Penny. Spread your thighs for your lover!”
Without hesitating, I opened my legs as wide as I could. Pete’s cock dipped deep into me again then pulled back. I gasped then whimpered.
“Christ Penny! I’ve not seen you this turned on for years!” he hissed. “You want him to fuck you now, don’t you?”
Almost beyond speech now, I just nodded.
“Say it, Penny!” he growled. “Tell me how badly you want him!”
To my delight I felt his long, slim cock begin to penetrate me slowly and smoothly and repeatedly.
“Oh yes!”
“Tell me, Penny! Tell your cuckold husband what you want!”
“Mmmm... I want you to...”
“You want who?” He half yelled over me as his strokes increased in speed.
“I want him to...”
“You want him to do what?” The strokes were now regular, long, deep and rhythmic.
“Oh God! Please... I want him to... I want him to... FUCK ME!” My voice was barely recognizable as my own.
“But you’re married, Penny! What about your husband?” His strokes were growing faster and faster.
“I don’t care! Fuck my husband! Fuck everything! Just keep fucking me!”
In my extreme arousal I was lubricating like crazy. I realized to my horror that this was making my
already loose vagina even more slippery and threatened to deprive me of some of the sensation I craved so badly. I tried to improve the situation by clamping down with my pelvic floor on my husband’s shaft and was briefly rewarded with the thrilling sensation of his ridges rubbing against my inner lips. In response, Pete’s thrusts became faster and deeper still.
“Oh yes! Yes! That was... fucking great, Penny!”
His thrusts began to grow more violent. I began to moan.
“Moan girl! Moan as he fucks you! Tell me what it feels like to have his cock inside you instead of mine?”
“Bigger! Better!” I gasped, hoping it was what he wanted to hear. It seemed to be just that.
“What do you need?” he asked harshly, “What would you beg for?”
“Pete... Oh God! I need cock!”
“What sort of cock, Penny? Tell me!”
“Big cock! Thick cock!”
Dimly realising the truth of this, I clamped down on him again, tightening myself as hard as I could and holding on as long as my pelvic floor would allow. Pete grunted in delight; his smooth strokes became shorter, sharper uncontrolled thrusts.
“Oh my God!” he exclaimed coarsely, “I’m going to cummmmm!”
A voice inside me yelled ‘No! Not yet! I’m not ready!’ but it was too late. Within seconds my husband’s handsome face directly above mine had become ugly and contorted as his climax began in earnest. His thrusts, already violent became wild and painful as his powerful body slammed repeatedly into mine and his ejaculation began.
For what seemed an age, his cock throbbed deep within me as his thrusts slowed to a halt and his spermless semen filled my body. I had come much closer to orgasm than I had for a long time but still hadn’t made it all the way.
Was it my fault for having torn in childbirth? Did I simply need more detailed and more vivid fantasies to help me get there? Or did I really, actually want and need another, bigger, thicker cock inside me?
“Penny, that was simply amazing!” Pete gasped as he rolled off and onto the sticky sheet alongside me. “I can’t believe how you turned me on like that!”
I smiled at his bright, beaming, exhausted face, astonished that he could have derived so much pleasure out of imagining his wife and the mother of his children having sex with another man right in front of him. Despite my researches, seeing that genuine, unmistakable desire glowing eyes of the man I loved and had lived faithfully with for so long was still a shock.
“It was good for you too, wasn’t it?” he demanded. “Admit it, Penny! You really are turned on by the idea of being fucked by another man!”
It was true, I had to admit it. My words and my body had given me away to my husband in ways which were undeniable. But was he thinking of the same man whose image had been before my eyes as his cock had plunged deep into my body? Was he thinking of any specific man at all?
We lay side by side for a long time as we recovered our breath. I watched the morning sunlight travel across the bedroom ceiling as my mind span. It had been a long time since I had been so aroused during sex with my husband and there was no doubt what the reason had been; the extraordinarily vivid images of
being fucked by another man. There! I’d used the word. I wanted to be fucked! Not ‘made love to’; not ‘seduced’. No, I wanted a strong, handsome man to fuck me, and if he had a huge cock then so much the better.
“It would be ok, you know,” Pete said so softly I didn’t hear properly.
“Hmm?”
“I said that it would be ok if you wanted to do it for real. With someone else if you promised to be honest and tell me all about it. It would be ok, you know!
“Pete,” I began. “Don’t spoil the moment by getting weird again.”
“You said you’d think about it,” he said almost accusingly.
“And I will... I am thinking about it,” I replied truthfully but not wanting him to know just how attractive the idea had now become. “Just don’t put pressure on me. Please, Pete.”
He went silent for a while but I could see the smile on his face broadening.
“Wouldn’t you worry that we’d split up? That you’d become cold and resentful or that I’d fall in love with him?” I asked as casually as I could, as if not intending the question to come out loud. “I know I would if you did it. I couldn’t handle it if you cheated, Pete.”
He paused before answering as if thinking hard.
“If we were open and honest about it, I could manage,” he said thoughtfully. “And I’m not asking to fuck other women in return. I’m not saying we should become swingers.” He thought for a moment. “I suppose it would be different if you had a one night stand with a stranger or an ongoing affair.”
“Which would turn you on the most?” I asked. He quickly turned towards me, his eyes bright and excited.
“You mean you’ll give it a try?” he demanded eagerly.
“No!” I quickly replied. “I’m just trying to understand you a bit better. It is a weird thing to ask, you know. I’m trying to get my mind around it.”
He rolled back onto his side of the bed and started at the ceiling, obviously disappointed.
“I’m not sure it would matter,” he said after a few moments, “if the man turned you on enough to let him fuck you, it would have to be ok with me.”
I stared blankly at the bedroom ceiling. Oh my God! Was my husband really, honestly trying to persuade me to take a lover? And was I really, honestly considering doing it?
