More Than a Haus Frau

After a while I felt him put his hand on my thigh. He commanded me to
take off my panties. I did as instructed, lay back and parted my legs.
This was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers quickly found
their way to my clit, and then inside me. My hips responded with
urgency. I had neither the power nor the will to resist. God I felt
alive.

Bob then moved his head to between my legs: my husband hates eating me
out, so I was really looking forward to a good tongue-lashing.
Grabbing my legs by the ankles and holding them up into the air, he
licked my clit, then buried his tongue in my snatch and then, when I
was sure I couldn’t stand it anymore, he licked my asshole. I had
never felt anything like it before. I didn’t even know such things
were done. I couldn’t help it. I wrapped my legs around his head,
trying to force his tongue more deeply inside me. I was wet and ready
for more.

He then climbed on top of me and, despite his size, slipped easily
inside of me. My hands reached down to grab his buttocks and draw him
in. Of their own accord, my hips moved to meet his thrusts, urging him
on. I found that I couldn’t help myself from moaning in rhythm with
his strokes. I showered him in hot, wet kisses: I find it wildly
erotic to be wet kissed while I have a cock in my cunt. My hands
wandered all over his body. With each thrust I felt my breasts surge
up and down my chest underneath my sweater. I threw my arms around him
and found myself begging for more.

“What do you want me to do?” he whispered.

“Fuck me hard”, I breathed.

“Like this?” he said, hesitating, the tip of his cock resting,
quivering, on my clit, bringing me to the edge of orgasm, desperate
for his next thrust.

“No, don’t tease me like that. Put it in me hard.” I said.

“Like that?” he asked, sliding all the way inside me, his balls
slapping against my ass.

“Just like that”, I breathed as he drew himself out, ready for another
thrust.

“Are you a bad girl?” he teased, again hesitating.

“Oh yes” I sighed.

“Will you do wild and crazy things for me?” he teased, again
hesitating.

“Anything” I sighed, wanting him to stroke me again.

“Will you be a naughty wife?” he demanded; again hesitating; again
resting the tip of his quivering cock on my clit, making me crave the
next thrust.

“I am a naughty wife.” I growled, as I ran my fingers down the crack
of his ass, making him gasp.
“Now fuck me.”

He began pumping furiously. “Yes. Do it. Again. Deeper. Again.” I
spasmed. I moaned. Hands on his buttocks, I pulled him deep into me. I
came in waves. The instant I stroked his balls, he came too. His
roommates must have really enjoyed the guttural sounds coming from the
room.

We lay there for a while, gathering our strength. Then he took off the
remainder of my clothes and gently caressed my body. This must have
gone on for 30 minutes. I became very relaxed. He then threw on a robe
and, with a kiss, left the room, promising to come back with more
drinks. I heard him in the next room, telling the boys of his conquest
and being congratulated. I lay on my belly, lost in thoughts of how I
had just cheated on my husband again and let myself be used as the
star attraction in a sexhibition, but also glad that Bob had seen fit
to end our session on a tender note.

I must have drifted off. I was awakened by the sound of the door
closing. I was glad that we would now have some privacy. I felt a
gentle touch on my back. I lay there enjoying the sensation of fingers
playing with my body, like it was a musical instrument. The room was
now semi-dark. I was surprised to find that a number of candles had
been lit. The atmosphere was more sensual than sexual. Perhaps the
romance was not all gone after all.

Soon enough, those butterfly fingers danced their way to my buttocks
and thighs. Eyes closed, I spread my legs apart, hoping that my inner
thighs would be treated to the same caresses. I was soon rewarded, and
in time, those gentle fingers also made their way to my cunt, still
oozing come. They slipped easily inside, stroking, slowly stroking.
This is what I had come here to experience. I reveled in this more
sensual approach to lovemaking.

In time, the fingers moved to play with my stiffened clit, gently
massaging it between thumb and forefinger. It was like I was living a
dream. I heard myself moaning. I raised my hips up and felt them
gyrate. Then I felt another set of fingers tracing their way along the
crack of my ass to play with my asshole. I felt the tip of a
come-covered finger slowly apply pressure. I raised my ass even
further in the air, sphincter dilated as much as I could, signaling
its readiness. I felt the tip of the finger slip gently in; another
couple of fingers slid into my cunt; a thumb put pressure on my clit.
Being pleasured in this way was a completely new experience for me. I
began pumping my hips. I heard myself panting. The more I pumped, the
deeper those come-covered fingers slipped inside me. I heard myself
moaning loudly and crying out for more. Despite the door being closed,
I imagined the boys in the other room were enjoying the audio portion
of the show.

I was near the edge of yet another powerful orgasm. Eyes still closed,
savoring every sensation, I heard myself say “God, I’m horny. Fuck me.
Now.” I must have said the right thing at the right time because in
the next instant I felt a cock enter me. Maybe it was this new
position, but that cock seemed to fill me up more completely and go
more deeply into me than any cock had ever done before. It was a
strange, powerful sensation; each thrust causing me to grunt as air
was forced from my lungs.

Not content just to fuck me, I felt one hand reach around and play
with my clit, causing my hips to gyrate wildly. “Do that some more.” I
pleaded. I felt the fingers of another hand on my ass, thumb resting
on my anus. How I had come to love that back door feeling. “Go ahead,”
I commanded. Only a slut would beg for it like this. The feeling as
the thumb entered my asshole sent me over the edge. I came in a
frenzy, my body wracked with spasms. I wanted to smother my lover with
hot, wet kisses. I twisted round to find not Bob, but Tony. I was
stunned but, in mid-orgasm, all I could do was remain impaled, cock in
cunt, thumb in butt, wave after wave crashing over me. Tony had come
too. It was the first time I had ever had the seed of two men inside
me at the same time.

After a while, we collapsed on the bed. We lay there together, in
silence, for a long time, his tool throbbing inside me. At last it
softened and slipped out, but still he held me in his arms, caressing
me, making me feel like a rare and special treasure. Perhaps I was.
After all, how often would someone like Tony have a chance to fuck
another man’s wife? I got my answer when I asked about Sheila. He said
“Oh, Sheila was hot, but you’re hotter.”

I spent the rest of the night in bed with Tony. At one point he asked
if I thought he should leave and let Bob back into his own bedroom.
“No,” I said, “you’re the better lover.” I think he liked hearing
that. The next morning, naturally, Tony wanted to fuck me again, and I
gladly let him. Of course we used Bob’s bed: me on my back, legs in
the air, my hands on his hips, urging him on, his tool sliding ever so
deeply inside me. When I came, it felt heavenly.

After showering together, Tony went to rustle up some grub. The other
guys were off running Saturday errands. I looked at the clock. At
home, I knew my husband would be taking our son to the park to ride on
the swings. It wasn’t long before Tony was riding me again too, this
time from behind, me bent at the waist, hands holding on to the
kitchen table, breakfast long forgotten.

I was lost in the throes of an orgasm when I heard the kitchen door
open. In walked Bob and Roger. What a sight must have greeted them:
Tony, every inch the young stud, stood there with his prick buried
inside the wife of another man. I was deeply ashamed. I wanted to stop
but Tony, hands on my hips, kept driving into me. He was determined to
finish fucking me right there, in the kitchen, in front of his
friends. He was the dominant male and I was his trophy fuck.

I heard Bob say “God, she’s a slut.” I felt humiliated, but the truth
of those words was plain to see. Grunting with each thrust, Tony
picked up the pace. I began to moan. Next, I felt hands on my swaying
breasts, and I heard Bob say to Roger “Pull on her nipples.” Roger did
as he was told. My breasts, charged with mother’s milk, were soon wet.

Bob then moved down my body, using his fingers to play with my clit
and my exposed anus. It was the lewdest, most obscene moment of my
life, and it quickly sent us all over the edge. I left as soon as I
could. I was determined not to let the others use me for their own
selfish pleasures. The boys had not yet been cruel to me, but having
broken so many other taboos, I feared they might. Before returning
home, I went to a motel, showered, then cried and cried and cried.

I no longer see them. Bob tried calling a number of times. He even
tried to blackmail me. At one point someone had a video camera
running, and they caught me doing some wild and crazy things, but I
don’t care. So long as Bob wants to have sex with me again, he knows
that he is not going to get what he wants if he shows the tape to my
husband, and I know that if I went back, I know it would be more of
the same, or worse

In any case, if I did go back, it would be to Tony. As for my new son,
he is a beautiful, innocent baby. My husband loves him dearly … and I
still think it is possible that the baby is his.