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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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So many guys and so many dick pics. It took a few days to sort the genuine from the fantasy but in the end I opted for a guy I had met at a Fab social, Nicky. I arranged to meet him for a pint when I outlined the deal and yes he was up for the challenge.
The big night arrived and Nicky was as impressed by the house as I had been when our taxi costed up the drive. Karen's husband greeted us at the door. Hello, I'm John and you are....
Introductions over we moved into the lounge, please be seated Karen will be down shortly, John said. He continued, wine or beer, just name your pleasure? I noticed that his hands shook as he poured the wine, his voice had an edge to it. Karen wafted in wearing an expensive dress that had been designed to shock. Oh how her breasts flooded into the gap between the material, never mind the split up the side, that only became apparent when she sat down. A slow theatrical crossing of her legs exposed a wonderful old fashion high quality stockings and suspenders. John was standing at the back of the sofa his fingers gripping the cushion tightly, I thought he might faint.
So, Karen spoke, you are the man that's going to break me in properly, she held her husbands eye as she spoke not Nicky's. Oh lets not be so course my dear, John said, I'm not yet 100% sure we will do this. Karen erupted, your not sure we will do this, you, you, well I'm fucking going through with it with, or without your blessing. She stood up and took Nicky's hand, lets go darling and suddenly they had gone. I need a drink, what about you, John asked.
We finished our drink and creped up the stairs. We entered a sumptuous dimly lit bedroom. Karen was seated in her underwear with Nicky stand in front of her naked. He was well muscled, sharp definition and tanned from his work. Karen cupped his buttock with one hand whilst holding an unfeasibly large rigid cock. John's face, even in the dim light, was ashen white. He looked as though he would throw up at any second. Karen's command that we both strip was not unexpected in the circumstance. To be very honest it was a pretty uncomfortable feeling standing naked next to her husband but not involved in the sex going on in front of us. She was taking her time examining his member before turning her attention to his balls. She weighed then in her hands, jiggiled and rubbed then. Stop that tickling Nicky laughed. I looked round and lifted a riding crop off a seat before sitting down. The atmosphere in the room had become charged with tension, Karen had laid back spreading her legs. She was not shaved or waxed and a tuff of auburn hair protected her lips. Nicky bent forward to kiss her pussy but she stopped him. Just do me, she asked, but slow and gentle. John spoke, no I think we have gone far enough, it had never occurred to him to ask why a riding crop had been left in his own bedroom. Karen had been quite clear in her instruction to me, she had foreseen this very situation. If, she had instructed, he (her husband) tries to stop me whilst in a roused state do as instructed. I gave John's erect cock a stinging slap with the crop, quiet and watch I scolded him. He sulked but returned his eyes to his wife spread on the bed.
Nicky slowly ploughed his cock through her protective thatch, her lips parted more with each upward thrust. He grip his cock and started pressing forward. Lube, Karen asked, and Nicky picked the tube up before squirting liberal amounts along the lengthy veined cock. Next attempt successful he stood hard coupled to her, she smiled and said, just lovely. Come over and hold my hand, she asked her hubby. John quickly moved to place where he could both hold her hand and clearly see her impaled. Nicky started a slow rhythmic thrusting only stopping when she squeezed his side. Before long he was on top of Karen with her stockinged legs wrapped hard around his waist. She started making base animal noises as she slowly lost control. I'm sure John was crying as she lost it completely under Nicky's pounding, a quick slap with the crop soon stopped his sobbing. I think he resigned himself to the fact that this stranger was pleasuring his wife in ways he never could.
The night was a resounding success for three of us and a game changer for hubby. No he didn't do clean up, he just stared at the gapping mess, his wife too exhausted to even rise and clean herself. There was no second session, just a welcome coffee while waiting on a taxi. What next, well who knows? Enjoy. |
