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Cumming In My Wife’s Best Friend

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Summary: He fucks wife’s best friend to help with pregnancy.

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“And that is why we want John to help us to have a baby.”

The words, as spoken by our best friend and neighbour Mike, hung in the air for seconds after he had spoken them. I think that I realised the meaning shortly before my wife Natasha, because I was able to see her expression change to shock as I looked at her.

Across the table from me, and seated to Natasha’s right, was Mike’s wife and Natasha’s best friend, Helen. As Natasha caught my eye to express with her look how startled she was, I could see Helen staring down at the table in embarrassment, not making eye contact with anyone.

I was the first to speak. “Mike, surely you don’t mean…”

“That’s exactly what I –” He leaned forward to put his elbows on the table, then paused and looked over at Helen. “Sorry, what we, mean. Helen is only going to have a chance of having a baby naturally if she has sex with another man, and…look, this is killing me to say this, but Helen and I have talked about this at length and we want that man to be you John.”

I sat back and heard Natasha making a blowing sound, followed by the word “Wow.” That pretty much summed up my immediate reaction.

When Mike and Natasha had invited us around for an evening meal earlier that day, we categorically had not been expecting this. The invitation to come round to theirs for food had been casually delivered by Mike in a phone call, and we had readily accepted, knowing we could call on our regular babysitter at short notice.

The couple had been our best friends for over 9 years, and meals together at one another’s houses (always accompanied by a few bottles of wine) were a regular feature of our Fridays nights.

Natasha and Helen had met at university 15 years earlier, and indeed were still housemates when I had started dating Natasha 5 years after that. Mike had come onto the scene a year after me, and shortly after he started dating Helen we fell into our pattern of social foursomes.

Mike and I had also became friends, and all of this was further cemented when we all got married within 3 months of each other 2 years later, Natasha and Helen acting as head bridesmaid at each other’s wedding, and Mike and I trading usher roles.

That was where things diverged however. Natasha got pregnant on our honeymoon, on what must have pretty much been our first attempt. That news had been greeted with great joy by everyone we knew, including Helen and Mike, and I was able to joke happily that I was “1 for 1” when it came to the pregnancy hit rate.

Our first child was joined 2 years later by a second, again Natasha falling pregnant at what must have been the first attempt (so my new joke became “2 for 2”). It was around this time that Helen first confided in Natasha that they had started trying to have a baby, but without success. As time went on it started to become obvious to Natasha that this was beginning to upset Helen, particularly when Natasha fell pregnant again two years later with the twins (yep, first attempt, but no public jokes this time).

Helen and Mike had become quite open with us both by then about the problems they were having conceiving, and it was around that time that they started getting medical advice. It became quickly apparent from tests performed that the problem appeared to be Mike, who had a sperm count which was so low that it made conception impossible. Helen was diagnosed as perfectly fertile, which she later confided in Natasha made her all the more upset.

Following the diagnosis, the couple’s next action had been to try a sperm donor through IVF, and in the last two years they had gone through the process twice, but no eggs had taken.

Indeed, Mike had recapped all of this tale earlier tonight as we all sat at their dining room table. “The doctor’s think that the physical stress of the process is getting too much for Helen, and they do not recommend that we go through it again.” He had looked at Helen as he was saying this.

Helen had spoken up then. “I know I cannot go through that process and that disappointment again…but I just want my own baby! Why can’t I have a baby?”

Natasha had leaned forward at this point, squeezing her hand.

Before dropping his bombshell, Mike had added. “Helen is not ready to give up on being a natural mum, and we are not ready to think about adoption yet…look, the two of us have discussed this at length, and can we cut to the chase?”

“Of course,” answered Natasha, looking puzzled.

“Every test we have had tells us that Helen is absolutely fine, and fertile,” said Mike. “Therefore, if she was to have….” He paused and winced with embarrassment. “If she was to have sex with a virile man who had a healthy sperm count, in a situation which did not have the stress of an IVF procedure, well, we think she would be likely to get pregnant.”

He looked at Natasha and then at me, assessing our reactions, but the penny had not dropped at this point and we were both looking at him expectantly. However, Helen knew what was coming and her head went forwards in embarrassment, some of her black hair falling forwards over her face.

“If she went out and had sex with a stranger, it’s dangerous, and who knows what STD’s they might be carrying. Therefore, we asked ourselves the question; who do we know that we trust, who is healthy, and whose virility is in no doubt?” He paused, then delivered the words “And that is why we want John to help us to have a baby.”

After our initial shocked reaction and exchanges of conversation as recounted earlier, Natasha turned to look at Helen and said, aggressively, “Let me get this right…you are asking me to agree to you and John having sex? To agree to him impregnating you with his sperm? To you having John’s child? Am I understanding this right?”

Helen still had not lifted her eyes. I could see her body shaking slightly as if she was on the verge of tears, and she answered without looking at Natasha. “I am sorry Natasha….I should not have done this, should not have asked….I knew it was ridiculous to ask this, this will destroy our friendship…”

Mike spoke up. “That is exactly what we are asking, Natasha. The two of you are our best friends, and I know how horrible this suggestion must make you feel, and believe me the thought of Helen with any other man makes me feel awful…but we NEED this so much, we don’t know what else to do.”

There was silence after that. I certainly wasn’t going to be the first one to speak up, and I didn’t know how I felt about the whole situation. Definitely uncomfortable. I looked at Natasha. The 33 year old mother of my three children had a considering look on her face that surprised me, since part of me had been expecting the announcement from her that we were leaving immediately and that the friendship was over.

Natasha was 5’8″ tall, with an attractive sensual face with clear blue eyes and wavy long blonde hair. She had a good body for a woman with three children, although it was not quite as athletic and hot as when we had first met (in that first three month period of fucking like rabbits), and was now more fleshy. Natasha was the only woman I had fucked in the last 10 years, and was definitely the only woman I had ever shot my sperm into to make pregnant. Right now her ample 36C breasts were resting on her arms, which were folded in front of her as she leaned forward at the table with a quizzical expression.

I then looked at Helen. Although they were as close as sisters, the two women were physically very different. Helen was petite, maybe 5’2″, with a small frame and a lithe body. She had black layered shoulder-length hair, and a very pretty face with exotic brown eyes. Whereas Natasha’s breasts and body had filled out as a result of child-bearing, the 33 year old Helen had the trim physique of a woman 15 years younger than her, with small breasts and hips, and a very pert bum. Indeed, whereas Helen had been carrying some “puppy fat” in the early years I had known her, she had really exercised to get into shape and tone up her body in recent years, probably partly with the objective of increasing her chances of motherhood.

Helen happened to then glance up at me, and found me looking at her, before she flushed red with embarrassment and quickly ducked her eyes again.

An image suddenly flashed into my mind, unbidden….Helen beneath me, moaning, her body writhing under me as my cock slid into her…pleading for me to empty my cum into her…and I suddenly realised that I had been sexually evaluating Helen as I looked at her, something that seemed very out-of-context with our long term platonic friendship.

Natasha then stood up, interrupting my unexpectedly erotic reverie. “We will think about it. Come on John, we’re leaving.”

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Natasha was quiet, reflecting on the conversation, as we walked back to our house. When she was in this mood I knew that the safest policy was to stay quiet, and given the subject matter the very safest policy was to say absolutely nothing. As such, we walked in silence.

When we got home, and later got into bed having dismissed the babysitter and gone through our getting ready-for-bed routine, she finally turned to me and started to talk about the conversation.

“Did you expect that?” she asked, with a slightly ironic grimace, which immediately put me at a greater level of ease that she was not about to explode with anger.

“Absolutely, 100%, no,” I replied, adopting a neutral expression. I had decided to be deliberately careful in this conversation, to see where she took it.

“God, imagine suggesting that,” she added. “You going with Helen and making her pregnant. What a suggestion.” She looked troubled however.

I took a deep breath, but did not reply, lying on my side next to her.

“But….she and Mike must be so sad to contemplate that,” she added. “This must be hurting them so much, to contemplate…you know, you doing it with Helen.”

Silence and a serious contemplative look seemed to be the right pose for me to continue to maintain.

Natasha stared up at the ceiling for a second, then added, “But she made a call for help from me, her best friend, as the only person who can help her…and I feel really bad about the way I reacted.”

“How else could you be expected to react?” I replied. “It was a pretty outrageous suggestion.”

She then turned on her side to look at me, giving me a very piercing stare. “Do you find Helen attractive?” she asked.

“No, she’s not my type,” I answered immediately while maintaining eye contact, knowing that any other answer would be disastrous. “I mean, she is pretty I suppose if you like petite girls, but I don’t particularly. Besides, I have never thought about her that way, she has always been like a sister for all the time I have known you.”

This even sounded convincing to me, as I said it, and until about an hour ago was probably true. Helen had always been in the category of someone I knew I would never have any sexual relationship with, and as such while she was very attractive, I had not had sexual thoughts about her since maybe the early days of me and Natasha.

But even as I said this, another image flashed into my mind…Helen, bent over the side of my bed with my hands holding her hips, moaning erotically as I thrust my dick into her…

My God, I thought, it’s like the earlier proposition has flipped an erotic switch such that my suddenly adulterous mind keeps being assailed with thoughts of fucking my wife’s foxy best friend. My cock twitched in my boxers, and I abruptly felt horny.

Natasha continued to stare at me for a few seconds. “I am thinking about agreeing to it,” she then said, dropping the second bombshell of the evening.

Again, I decided silence was the safest reaction, instead raising a querying eyebrow. After a second she added, more decisively, “She needs me to agree to this. Mike needs you to agree to it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on this, and maybe talk about it after a night’s sleep?” I asked, definitely not wanting to betray any clue that this idea was starting to seem dangerously appealing to me. “Nat, if you ask me to do this, and I have…intercourse…with her, there’s no coming back from that.”

Surprisingly, she slid closer to me and with her mouth a couple of inches from mine, she slid her hand down to my boxers and placed it on my cock. “But this dick belongs to me, doesn’t it John?” she asked, and slowly began to circle her hand on my cock, through my boxers. “I am the only woman you want, and will ever want, aren’t I?”

I became hard incredibly quickly, the erotic images my mind had recently been producing contributing to this. As her hand began to slide up and down my hardening shaft, I whispered, “You are the only woman for me, the sexiest woman I have ever known.”

“And if you were to do this thing for Helen and Mike, it wouldn’t be making love would it?” She sighed as my hand reached to her soft full breast and began to knead it. “It would be a mechanical thing, to do what needed to be done for your seed to go inside her. Nothing more than that?”

I leaned in and kissed her, drawing in her mouth with my tongue, before replying, “We could leave most of our clothes on, I could close my eyes and think about you, and it would be over without any passion.”

She continued to work my now erect dick, reaching down once to caress my balls. “Tell me you won’t be any less than 100% mine, John, that you can do this without feeling anything for Helen.”

I pulled her in close to me and ran my hand down her back to her curvy ass, fondling her. “This is the only body I want…that of my beautiful sexy wife…you are the only woman I have ever or will ever love and the only woman who I can make love to.”

That seemed to seal the deal, because her hand lifted up from my cock and snaked behind my neck, and she moved her body into mine while we started to french kiss, our tongues entwined. “Put that big cock in me John, I want to feel my husband fill me up.”

My hand gripped her ass while we kissed passionately, my mind now completely focused on pleasuring my wife. Natasha knew I loved it when she talked dirty, and she also knew I liked her complimenting my penis, which was now at its fully engorged state. She started to grind her pelvis into my thick 7 inches, while we both endeavoured to work our underwear off our hips and down our legs.

No sooner had we lost our briefs than she pushed me onto my back and swung her legs across me, straddling my hips with her legs while facing me. She hungrily reached behind herself and gripped my cock, positioning it at the entrance to her cunt. Then she made a small moan as she slid down onto me, an expression of wanton lust on her face.

“Oh, John… I love your cock,” she whispered breathlessly, as my full length entered her smoothly. She put her hands onto my chest and then slowly began to work my cock inside her, grinding her clit against me.

“That feels good,” I replied, reaching up to tease her large nipples with my thumbs. I felt her cunt slide around and down my hard length, enjoying the sensation, watching her arousal build.

“This is the only cunt you want, isn’t it?” she asked, while locking her eyes onto mine, her blonde hair tousled around her now flushed face.

“I love being inside you, this is the only cunt I want,” I replied, but again unfaithful thoughts surged into my mind…an exquisitely tight cunt stretched around me, milking me of my cum…

Natasha was a good fuck, there was no doubt about that, although after the second child had been born I had noticed that she had lost some of the tightness she once had enjoyed in her vagina, and this loosening had been significantly compounded by the twins (she was back on the pill now, so number 5 was not an issue). Hell, childbirth and years of being stretched around my thick penis was bound to loosen the muscles of any woman, and Natasha made up for this with her undoubted passion for sex and for my cock.

She was bringing herself close to a climax now, lifting herself up and down on my dick with increased force and speed while continuing to rub her clit against me. My large hands started to squeeze and knead her soft breasts while her own hands reached for my shoulders. She started to grunt with pleasure as she pounded her pussy onto me, her breasts bouncing in front of me, and I felt my own orgasm drawing nearer.

Finally, she started to climax, and I felt her whole body tense as the first wave of orgasm hit her, the convulsion in her cunt creating a delicious sensation in my dick. I felt the familiar tension in my balls building as she continued to orgasm above me, moaning my name, and as I drew close to cumming my eyes closed in pleasure.

…and the face I could see in my mind’s eye had black hair and brown eyes and was not the face of my wife but rather her best friend, whose petite features were contorted into an expression of lust as a wave of my spunk landed on her face…

The unfaithful image set me over the edge, and I opened my eyes again as I started to cum inside my wife, shooting my load into her spasming cunt.

“Godddd….” I whispered, shocked by the intensity of the visual image that had set me off.

Natasha felt my spunk shooting inside her as she orgasmed, and she crushed her tits down onto me, her hair falling down around my chest, locking her mouth onto mine to kiss me while our orgasms subsided.

“Did you like that baby?” she finally said, breaking the kiss and looking down at me with a happy expression which she always adopted after making me cum, her face flushed in the afterglow of sex.

“That was fantastic,” I replied.

“And your cock belongs to my cunt, doesn’t it?” she asked, staring at me intensely. “And it always will, won’t it?”

“Forever,” I replied, with sincerity. But even as I said the words I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck her best friend, what Helen’s cunt would feel like wrapped around my cock.

“Then I am going to say yes to Helen and Mike,” she announced, before kissing me again.

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So there we all were, two evenings later, sitting in Mike and Helen’s front room, Natasha leading the conversation in the prelude to the first pregnancy attempt.

“I am going to set out the rules,” said Natasha, “which I have agreed with Mike. John, Helen, please will you listen carefully, because this is all important.”

I nodded while Helen murmured a yes. I was determinedly trying not to stare at Helen, the woman who in about 30 minutes time would in all likelihood be laying beneath me with my penis shooting cum inside her, but I hadn’t been able to avoid noticing that she looked radiant today. Natasha’s conversation with her the day before, agreeing to her plea for help and organising this gathering tonight, had obviously lifted a large weight from her shoulders.

Helen was wearing a sleek close-fitting white silk blouse and black jeans, casual but sexy, with her make-up lightly done but attractive and her dark hair loose around her shoulders, looking full and glossy. It was the right look , I thought with bemusement, for having sex with your husband’s best friend in the annexe bedroom of your house.

“Rule 1,” continued Natasha, “I am agreeing to let you have up to 5 separate attempts to get pregnant Helen, all during this month’s fertility cycle. If you can get pregnant over the course of the next 5 nights, that will be wonderful, but if you don’t, I do not want any of us to ever speak of this again and I will not agree to John doing this again.”

Helen nodded in agreement, and this was obviously something they had already discussed between them. I noted to myself that Natasha was quite impressive when she adopted this all-business persona, such that she appeared to be now discussing this in an entirely matter-of-fact way, which seemed quite surreal.

“Rule 2. You only have…intercourse here, in the bedroom of the annexe of this house, while Mike and I are in the house downstairs. We will put music on because frankly I do not want to have to hear any bedsprings creaking, but we both want to be here.”

Mike nodded awkwardly as if in agreement, and I wondered what this must be like for him, and how he felt in the moments before allowing another man to fuck his pretty wife. If the roles had been reversed I would have been feeling sick to the stomach right now, particularly at the thought of someone with a much better physique sleeping with my other half.

Helen’s husband was a naturally good-looking guy, although at 5’9″ he was 5 inches shorter than me, and in his early thirties was already being beset by the twin physical assaults of both baldness and middle-age spread. I exercised regularly and had a full head of hair and a well-honed strong tall physique, and Mike had become a useful benchmark in the last 3 years with which to compare myself when pointing out to Natasha how lucky she was to be married to such a fine physical specimen. I also suspected that my cock’s girth and length could put Mike’s to shame.

“Rule 3. We want you to do what you have to do as soon as possible, then finish and come back downstairs.”

I noticed that Helen blushed at this point. I wondered what was going through her head right now, and whether all she viewed me as was as a supplier of the seed which would impregnate her. That definitely was not the way I was considering the impending intimacy, and a nervous excitement was building in me at the thought of imminent sex with a woman other than my wife, my first experience of extra-marital sex and the first time I would be fucking any other woman than Natasha in more than 10 years.

“Rule 4. Please only undress to the minimum extent required, as in take your bottoms off but leave your tops on.”

I glanced at the silk blouse Helen was wearing when Natasha said this, and fleetingly saw the swell of her small breasts pressed against the fabric.

I continued to wonder whether Helen had given much specific thought to the actual act of sex, or whether she was entirely focused on the consequences. I had no idea really whether she even found me attractive.

“Rule 5. No intimate talk, obviously. Just get things done.”

At this rate I was expecting someone to present me with a blindfold and a set of headphones, any second now. Anyway, the odd thing about all of the events of the last two days was that it seemed to be Natasha and Mike doing all the talking. Helen and I had barely addressed each other directly since the proposition.

This made me think about the fact that Helen had a higher pitched voice and more refined accent compared to Natasha’s deeper down-to earth accent and husky voice. What would that voice sound like if in the throes of passion?

“Rule 6. No intimate touching. If you need to use your hands to…steady each other, fine. But nothing else.”

I involuntarily flexed my fingers at this point. I had large hands, but Helen’s petite build carried into also having very small delicate hands.

“Rule 7. There is to be nothing else intimate. No kissing, obviously…in fact, nothing with mouths.”

Helen interjected at this point, to say “Nat, I am so grateful for you doing this, but…God, as if I would do any of that when you have been so good to me.” I looked down at my feet, suspecting that indeed she probably had not given much thought at all to the actual deed of sex with me.

“And to carry on,” continued Natasha, “Rule 8. None of us ever speaks of this again after night 5.” She turned to look at Helen, and then me. “Is everyone agreed?”

“Of course,” I replied, and Helen and Mike also voiced their agreement.

“In that case,” finished Natasha, “I guess there is no time like the present.”

And then we were all stood up, and Natasha was next to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and whispering, “Remember what we said – you are all mine.”

Mike and Helen also embraced, and slightly bizarrely Mike shook my hand, and then it was time for Helen and I to head upstairs.

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Helen led the way to the annexe bedroom. It was at the far side of their house, and was almost a self-contained flat reached by walking down a long corridor, with a bedroom and attached bathroom with sink, toilet and shower.

I followed Helen into the room, and after I had entered she moved back to the bedroom door and shut it. I heard music come on downstairs (as Natasha had indicated) while I surveyed the room, which was furnished in a basic fashion with the most prominent feature being the king sized bed in the middle. The curtains had been drawn, and one small lamp in the corner was on, lighting the room in a soft orange glow.

I turned to look down at Helen, who was about a metre away from me, a foot shorter in height. She made eye contact with me, and I could suddenly tell she was nervous and ill-at-ease. Hell, I suddenly felt school-boy nervous and there was definitely an uneasy tension in the room.

“Well,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Here we are. So, what do we do now?”

Helen blushed and smiled embarrassedly at this, then said. “I suppose we could both get into bed under the covers, then take our lower half clothing off.”

I noted to myself as she said this that she really did look fine tonight, and Mike was definitely a lucky man. I was particularly captivated by her stunning dark brown eyes, and I was surprised I had never really noticed them properly until now.

“Ok then,” I said, and we both moved to opposite sides of the bed, sliding under the duvet cover, until we stopped, lying on our sides facing each other about a metre apart. I was on the left of the bed and she was on the right, and we were close enough together for me to be able to smell the fresh-scented perfume she was wearing. I had put on my favourite aftershave, which no doubt she could also smell.

We made eye contact again, while there was another awkward silence while we both waited for the other one to say or do something.

“This is slightly weird,” I said. “I can honestly say that I never expected the two of us to find ourselves together in these circumstances.”

“I know,” she replied, with a half-smile, her pert small breast again visibly pressing against her tight silk blouse as she rested on her side on her elbow. I could only half-see, because I did not want to drop my eye contact and stare directly at her chest, but I was pretty sure that she was not wearing a bra under the shirt, and that I could detect the points of her nipples pressing against the fabric. “I really appreciate you being prepared to do this.”

My pleasure, I thought, but decided not to voice that. “So, do we take our jeans off now?” I asked, and she responded by nodding and then starting to wriggle slightly under the duvet, and then the jeans were cast from the side of the bed. I followed suit, then said, “And I guess we get rid of my boxers and your…erm…underwear as well?”

“I guess we do,” she replied, again blushing in what I was beginning to think of as quite an endearing way. More wriggling ensued from both of us, and then we were both in bed together, still about a metre apart and naked from the waste down, me wearing a close-fitting t-shirt on the top half and Helen wearing only the silk blouse. Despite my earlier anticipation, the slight awkwardness of the situation meant that I was currently completely flaccid.

There was an uncomfortable silence, then Helen finally said, “Do we need to make ourselves…ready? Shall I lay on my back?”

It was my turn to look embarrassed. “Look, Helen, I never have any problems getting ready for…intercourse, but right now there is no movement down…there.” I made a meaningful look towards my midriff, currently hidden under the duvet. “I think I will need to touch myself. Is that OK?”

“God….this is really embarrassing, isn’t it?” she said, openly smiling for the first time. “I think I will need to touch myself too, to also get myself…ready for you.”

I then lay on my back, looking across at her as she did the same, and we both move slid slightly closer together. Again, there was shifting under the duvet as I placed my right hand on my cock, and her left arm moved down to her midriff. “We had better be careful that we don’t break Rule 5, no intimate talk, with all this talk of getting ready,” I joked. “Shall we start on a count of three.”

This at least earned a laugh, but she didn’t reply and after a second I looked across at her and noticed that her arm had begun to move under the duvet, and she had undoubtedly begun to touch her lower parts to prepare herself for sex. She had also closed her eyes while she did this, such that I was able to openly feast my eyes upon her very cute and attractive face and slender but sexy top half.

There was a look of intense concentration on her face, and she had adopted an expression which could not be described as anything other than incredibly erotic, her mouth slightly open with her top teeth resting on her bottom lip.

I could also see her chest rising and falling in deep breaths while the top part of her arm (the only part visible to me) moved slowly in what was clearly a masturbatory motion. I could in particular now clearly see the erect nipples of her breasts pressing against the silk fabric, and I had indeed been correct that she was not wearing a bra.

I wondered what image or thought she was using to turn herself on to get herself moist enough for sex, whether she was thinking about Mike, or thinking about me and what was about to happen. I suspected the former was far more likely. I then wondered whether she was already wet enough to take my cock.

It was at this point that the reality of being in bed with my wife’s attractive and sexy best friend, who was now masturbating herself less than a metre from me, suddenly hit me. My cock responded at the same instant, and I didn’t need to use my hand any more, since I was hard within seconds. God, I thought to myself truthfully, I want this sex more than anything I have wanted in a long time. My 7 inch cock felt painfully hard and ready for fucking.

“I’m ready,” I stated, in a voice which surprised me with its huskiness.

She opened her eyes and looked at me through narrowed eyes. “Me too,” she said in what was little more than a whisper. “I think I should stay on my back…you go on top?”

“OK,” I replied, and we both moved closer prior to me turning and then swinging my body over her, careful to keep the duvet over us and also to hold myself up so that our bodies were not at this point touching. I felt her spread her legs under the duvet, while I placed my hands on either side of her neck, above her shoulders. I was therefore above her in the bed, holding myself up with my arms, my legs between hers so that my cock must have been only 2 or 3 inches from her core, our chests and faces about 12 inches apart.

I was very glad at this moment for my physique, and I knew that the muscles on my arms, shoulders and chest would be clearly apparent to her. Again, I felt satisfied that my body was so much better toned than Mike’s, and I was sure she could not have failed to notice that.

I was also amazed at the physical difference between her and Natasha, at how petite, slim and delicate her neck, shoulders and chest were when compared to my wife, and how enticing I found that.

My cock was incredibly hard and I savoured the anticipation that I was going to enter her in a few moments, while I looked down at her body. I could see the swell of her slim hip in the dark under the duvet, and the nearness of our bodies…

I realised that I had been devouring her body with my eyes and lustful thoughts, and quickly snapped my eyes up to look at her face. She met my eyes in return, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes wide as if with half-realisation of what I had been thinking.

“Ready?” I whispered softly, edging my cock closer to her entrance, without touching.

“Yes…” she replied, still holding the look with me, her eyes full of apparent trepidation, her mouth slightly open.

I moved my cock gently forwards and then it was touching her, the tip resting at the entrance to her vagina. Immediately I could feel her heat, and I knew that her brief masturbation had succeeded in arousing her.

She shifted her body slightly and then I slowly entered her with the tip of my hard thick cock, pushing the first two inches of my member into her. My eyes had remained on hers, and I could clearly see the moment when she first felt herself stretching around my girth and abruptly realised that my cock was much bigger than her husband’s, because her eye-brows lifted, her eyes widened and her mouth involuntarily formed an ‘Oh’ shape.

Her cunt stretched around me, deliciously hot and wet, as I proceeded to insert more of my dick into her. I could hear my breathing, and see and hear hers, as three…four…five inches filled her, filled her with a cock which I instinctively knew from her reaction was bigger and thicker than anything she had experienced in her life before.

I saw her hands subtly grasp the bed-sheet to hold herself steady as I pushed into her, and she continued to hold my direct stare as her cunt received me, her nose scrunching up slightly.

And God, her cunt felt incredible. She was fantastically tight around me, but stretching wonderfully as I filled her, and she was deliciously hot and wet. As the remaining inches of my cock slid into her, until I finally paused as my full 7 inches were consumed by her, I could not help but compare the tight gripping sensation on my cock with Natasha’s cunt. And in this comparison, I knew immediately that my wife’s significantly looser cunt was a distant second, whereas Helen’s cunt fitted my member like a glove. I had never in my life experienced such an exquisite feeling vagina.

As I finally stopped pushing my dick into her, I also saw Helen’s now flushed face make almost a gasp, and a small involuntary shiver ran through her whole body, resulting in a lovely quivering sensation in her cunt as it gripped me. She lifted her head from the pillow and appeared to look down our bodies towards our joined genitalia, as if in confusion, before again fixing her eyes on mine with almost a plaintive look on her face.

I knew then and there that she had not expected this, had not expected my cock to be so much longer and thicker than her husband’s. I also knew then that she had been approaching this scientifically, not focusing on the act of sex but only on the result, thinking that she would lie there and without passion would receive my seed, and then the act would be over.

But that was before my dick had filled her as it had now, stretching her exquisitely, the tip pressed into her cervix. Before the reality of knowing that she was not going to have…passionless intercourse with me… but that we were about to have sex. That she was about to fuck her best friend’s husband, and feel a cock inside her that was much larger than her husband’s or indeed had significantly more girth than any cock which she had ever been fucked by.

Her top teeth moved to rest on her bottom lip, her eyes held mine, and I started to fuck her.

I moved my hips to slowly withdraw from her, then I pushed forward again, filling her gently but firmly, savouring the feel of her incredible cunt as my flesh once again slid into and through it.

I repeated this, then again, and again, slowly and steadily moving my hips to fuck my wife’s sexy best friend. My arms were still positioned above her shoulder, and I saw her fingers now clench the sheet to try to hold herself in place, but I deliberately pressured my midriff against hers with every soft thrust, pushing her up the bed, my balls resting against her each time she was completely filled.

Her mouth was now open and appeared to make the ‘Oh’ shape with every push. At first, it appeared that she was trying to remain passive and just receive the thrust, with her legs spread and her hips steady, with no reciprocal clenching of her cunt as I was inside her. However, I knew instinctively and triumphantly that this was becoming more difficult for her with every withdrawal and insertion, and gradually I began to feel her cunt move to grip me on every inwards movement, and release me as I withdrew. Christ, her cunt muscles were incredible.

This was all the encouragement I needed to increase the tempo, very slightly, fucking her firmly but with a gradually faster pace. This in turn resulted in more pronounced gripping motions from her cunt. The sensations the little clenching movements produced for me was undoubtedly beyond anything I had ever experienced with Natasha, and I think she at this point she recognised the same surprise in my face that I had seen in her moments before…this was sex that felt right, better than anything we had felt before in our lives.

“God, this feels good,” I uttered breathlessly, almost before I could stop myself, breaking Rule 5, as I continued to thrust my penis into her.

“Uh-huh,” was all she responded, her voice now as husky sounding as mine had been moments earlier.

I could not help but lower my body slightly as I fucked her, putting weight on my elbows rather than my hands. My face dropped to within inches of hers, our eyes fixed on each other as we fucked.

My dick continued to move…IN…OUT…IN….OUT…stretching her around my shaft, impaling her on my rigid cock. I was deliberately now rubbing my pelvic area on her clitoris as I thrust into her, and after a couple of thrusts adopting this motion I felt her respond by grinding her own pelvis against me.

“Nnnnnn…” She suddenly made this sound, half word and half grunt, and I knew that she was deeply feeling me, feeling this act of sex.

I continued to fuck her while grinding my pelvic area against her, and at this point I moved first my right hand then my left hand to seek out hers where they gripped the sheet. My hands were much larger than hers, but as I thrust into her with increasing pace and force, I pressed my fingers into hers until our fingers on each hand were intertwined, the back of her hands pressed into the bed, and we were connected at the hands as well as the cunt.

Incredibly, this felt as intimate as anything we had done to this point, and we both recognised immediately that in locking our fingers together we had crossed a threshold of intimacy that our partners had not been expecting us to cross.

Our hands though continued to grip each other’s as I now started to pound into her, fucking her for all my worth, spreading her delicious cunt around my hard hot meat.

I lowered my body such that our chests touched, continuing to fuck her with increasing abandon, feeling her now hard nipples rub against me through the fabric of her shirt. As I now started to hammer into her welcoming tight vagina, grinding our pelvises together, our chests also now pressed into each other.

I was fucking her with complete abandon, withdrawing my 7 inch length and then powerfully thrusting it back into her exquisite cunt, feeling her body start to writhe beneath me with each thrust.

HARD….DEEP….my dick penetrated her, stretching her around me while my body pinned her petite frame in place. She had started to grunt with each inward thrust, a low guttural sound which was matched by my own panting as I pounded her pussy.

I lowered my head to her ear and could not help but lick her ear before whispering, “This is the most incredible sex I have ever had.”

This appeared to be too much for her, and the next thing I felt was her legs, which had to this point been spread, bending inwards to pull me tightly into her. Then she was gripping me with her legs, holding my cock inside her while her cunt muscles clenched around me. Then her head came forward to nestle in the angle between my head and shoulder, and she abruptly said, “Fuck….”

Then she started to cum. I felt it immediately as her cunt walls started to spasm around my dick, deliciously stimulating it, followed by a hot gush of a wet substance around my hard member. Then her whole body started to shake and spasm around me, and she made a loud prolonged moaning sound as an overwhelming orgasm overtook her.

“Fuck….John….fuck…..ahhhhh,” she implored as her body writhed under me in the throes of climax, her vagina gushing as her body bucked beneath me. Her legs gripped me, holding me inside her, while her cunt literally rippled around my cock. I had never experienced such an unbelievable sensation, and when I heard her whisper the words, “Ohhhhhhh…..John, fill me with your cum,” it was too much for me.

My cock, deep inside her and pressed against her cervix, started to twitch and then my spunk was shooting insider her, filling her womb with my hot jism. I moaned in turn and then bucked above her as wave after wave of my cum filled her welcoming cunt, and I knew that this was prolonging her own orgasm as she felt my seed inside her.

Her legs gripped me to her, holding me in place, and our chests were mashed together, my large pecs pressing down on her small breasts with their erect nipples. I continued to shoot my spunk inside her, as our hands released and then our arms were around each other, holding us to one another. Her cunt continued to spasm around me, milking me of every last drop into her eager womb, and we both knew that we had crossed another forbidden line by starting to caress the other’s back and ass with our hungry hands.

Then it seemed the most natural thing in the world to turn our heads to one another and to start french kissing, my mouth finding hers as we greedily started to tongue each other’s mouth while fondling each other. If holding hands had meant the crossing of one threshold, the hungry way in which we sucked on each other’s mouths was the smashing of the final barrier imposed upon us by our respective spouses.

I felt her cunt twitch spasmodically and infrequently as my own orgasm subsided, and my erection started to decrease inside her, all while we held to each other as if our lives depended on it and devoured each other’s mouth and tongue.

She had firmly held me in place with her thighs and legs, and I knew she was not going to release me until she was sure that all of my cum had worked its way into her, but I also knew that the wanton way in which she was giving herself to me was now about more than getting pregnant.

Holding myself inside her, I finally broke the kiss before lifting my head and breathlessly looking down at her sex-flushed face. “Did you like the feeling of my cock inside you?” I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

“Yessss….” She whispered with horny abandon, her cunt again twitching slightly at my lewd words.

“Did you climax for my cock, like I came for your delicious cunt?” I further enquired of her, challenging her with my eyes.

She blushed delightfully, but boldly met my stare. “You know I did.”

“Your cunt is SO much more enticing, tight and hot than Natasha’s, do you know that?”

“John,” she reproved, suddenly shy again. “You mustn’t say that…remember the rules.”

“Helen…you know we have already broken lots of the rules, more than our marriages and your friendship could bear, if Natasha and Mike had seen what has just taken place.” As if to reinforce the point, I bent my head and again found her mouth with my own, sucking on her bottom lip. She returned the kiss hungrily, and my now only semi-erect cock twitched inside her.

“They mustn’t find out,” she finally said, breaking the kiss. “We both know this has been wrong.”

“Well,” I whispered, “tell me the truth then. How does my cock compare to Mike’s?”

She looked to the side, not meeting my eyes, and said, “That’s not fair…don’t ask me to answer that.”

“I already said you are far better than Natasha….I just want you to tell me the truth.”

She turned her head to look at me again, staring at me intensely, before saying, “There is no comparison. Your cock is much bigger and thicker, and you are much better at fucking. That was the best sex I have had in my entire life, without any doubt…and I know that because I have never climaxed from just fucking ever before.”

This was fantastic for my ego, and we kissed again, before I lifted my head and said, “So, what happens now?”

She lifted a hand and placed it on my cheek. “Well, you have to go shower, then you must go downstairs and take Natasha home, so she doesn’t see the guilt which will be on my face.”

Astonishingly, I didn’t feel guilty at all, just elated about the sex I had just had. “And then what?” I asked. “I can’t just forget about what just happened.”.”

She looked at me with a very serious intent face for a few seconds, then smiled and said, “Well, then, shall we…try again tomorrow?”

The next hour passed in a confused blur. One moment I was basking in the euphoric afterglow of the most incredible sexual encounter I had ever experienced, enjoying the fleeting feel of Helen lying at my side nuzzling into my chest, the next I was under the jets of the shower in bedroom’s en-suite bathroom, contemplating what had just happened.

My cock was still semi-hard as the water washed over me, my body alive with the excitement of sex with a new person. God, the feel of being inside her had been beyond imagination, her cunt receiving me and pulling me into her with adulterous abandon. The experience of awakening her passion, capturing her lust with my cock, the meeting of our sex, the whole encounter had been mind-blowing. Even thinking about it made me want to stride back into the room, bend her over the bed, and fuck her until she screamed for mercy.

Yet even as I stood there under the shower, I felt the first hints of the guilt which was due to assault me in full force over the coming hour. I had just cheated on my wife, the mother of my children, the woman who I had been faithful and loving to for the last decade. The woman who loved me completely and would never betray me in the way I had just betrayed her.

I had not assisted her best friend with pregnancy matters. I had not gone about my business in a passionless way in order to plant my seed inside her best friend. I had not had emotionless intercourse with her best friend. I had absolutely not abided by the rules which Natasha had set down for the encounter with her best friend.

No, I had fucked Helen without reserve, had cum inside her only after I had felt her delicious cunt climaxing around my dick. I had pinned her petite frame to the bed and had mashed my body against it in my eagerness to join our sexes completely. I had savoured every second of the experience, had touched her, caressed her, had put my tongue in her mouth and kissed her. I had said things to her which were a direct betrayal of my wife, had told her about the supremacy of the experience of having sex with her.

When Natasha had given permission for me to come here to do this act, she had not been expecting me to do any of these things. No, indeed, she had such faith in me that she had completely trusted me not to do anything remotely approaching the lustful act of betrayal I had just committed.

“Tell me you won’t be any less than 100% mine, John, that you can do this without feeling anything for Helen.” That is what Natasha had said to me, and I had told her what she wanted to hear, that hers was the only cunt I wanted…

Except that was not true any more. I had crossed a line with her friend, and as I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, I knew that I could not undo or forget what had now been started. What Helen and I had just done together was adultery, an act of infidelity to our long term mates. Further, it was an act of wanton lust which had ended with my spunk pumping inside Helen, potentially providing her with something which her husband was incapable of giving, and something which could change the nature of our relationship irrevocably.

And there was absolutely no point in denying to myself that I now wanted a woman other than my wife, that Natasha’s cunt was not the only one I wanted. Indeed, I no longer lusted after my wife above all others. I wanted Helen, and the only thing that matched the hunger I was feeling to go back into the bedroom and lose myself in her was the guilt this desire was producing.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating the conflicting want and guilt, then splashed some water on my face and walked back into the bedroom.

Helen was sat up in the bed, the duvet cover pulled up to her shirt covered chest, her knees apparently raised up to her chest under the duvet. Her face was still flushed and her hair erotically tousled from the recent passion, and as I came into the room her eyes moved from the door, where they had been focused, to fix onto me.

“Hi again,” she said, somewhat shyly.

“Hi, stranger,” I replied, and moved to pick up my clothes and start dressing. I could tell immediately that the same thoughts of guilt which had assailed me in the last 5 minutes had also gripped her, and the intimacy we had enjoyed moments before had noticeably receded. “Are you OK?”

“Yes…wonderful,” she replied. “Thank you…for everything. It was wonderful…” She looked down at the bed, and I knew the awkwardness we both had felt earlier had returned to the room, and that a “but” was coming.

“Wonderful… but?” I queried, my heart pounding with an erratic giddiness I again had not felt since my teenage years.

“But….we shouldn’t have done things the way we did. We shouldn’t have said what we said to each other.” She looked directly at me, appearing somehow sexual and demure at the same time. “What just happened…we were being unfaithful to our partners.”

Her saying it just served to reinforce the thoughts I had being having a few moments earlier. We had both betrayed the two people we cared about more than any others in the world.

“I know,” I replied.

“If they had seen this, it would devastate them,” she added, looking like she might be on the verge of tears. “If Natasha had seen this, she would hate me. She had agreed, as a friend, to let us do this, and I end up…fucking her husband like a sex-crazed whore.”

“There were two of us doing the fucking, and you are definitely not a whore,” I said, emotions of guilt mixing with a sudden concern about what might be coming next. “What you are saying is true. What we just did was not mechanical, it didn’t abide by the rules they set out. We have just committed adultery. But it was the most incredible sex of my life and yours too I think, and I think we both know and recognise that.”

As I said this she bunched her knees up closer to her chest, putting her chin on the top of her knees over the duvet, and I suddenly knew again that I wanted her desperately. If she turned to me now and told me to come to her, I knew I would be on her in moments, would grab hold of her shirt and rip it off her body in my eagerness to access her flesh, and I would damn the consequences.

“I think we both need to think long and hard about whether we do this again, John,” she said, without looking at me.

I definitely was a mix of emotions now, my recently spent lust mixing with the guilt which was in turn battling slight anxiety.

“I’m going to go downstairs now and go home with Natasha,” I said. “I am not going to give her any hint or suggestion about what has happened tonight. Once I have gone you should get yourself sorted, and in turn do not speak about exactly what happened between us to Mike.”

She turned to me, her large exotic brown eyes and pretty features piercing me. “And then what?” she asked.

“If either you or me decides that it ends here,” I said, “we tell our spouses during the next 24 hours that we don’t want to continue. If I decide, I won’t be here tomorrow. If you decide, call Natasha and call it off. Otherwise, I will be back here tomorrow night.”

She considered this, then said, “OK.”

At this, I moved over and kissed her on the cheek, before leaving the room to go and meet my loving and faithful wife.

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As I walked into the downstairs front room to see Natasha, I wondered if she would be able to read my face immediately, read the guilt and conflict in my thoughts.

Would she look at me closely, size me up, then announce, “You fucking cheating bastard, you’ve just had mind-blowing sex with my best friend, and have destroyed my rules and my faith in you.”

Of course, my face was a carefully constructed mask and indeed she did not instantly detect the truth of the situation or utter these slightly preposterous words. Instead, she looked at me, concern on her face, and said “You OK babe?”

“Yes, fine,” I replied, in a quiet tone. Looking round the room, I could not see Mike anywhere. The music playing from the stereo in the corner was very loud, and I was immediately comforted that it was very unlikely that they would have been able to hear any noises from upstairs. “What about you?”

“Oh, feel slightly weird,” she said, and laughed half-heartedly. She moved to turn the music down. “But, I’m fine too.”

“Where’s Mike?” I asked, sudden concern filling me that Mike had gone upstairs during my and Helen’s sex and had been listening outside the door, listening with jealous cuckolded rage while I pounded his wife into grunting moaning orgasm.

“I think he found this even harder than he was expecting,” Natasha replied, and she walked close to me and put her hand in mine, squeezing my hand. “Even harder than I did. He went outside to stand in the garden, for a few minutes.”

This was big relief for me, because it meant that I would be able to escape from Mike and Helen’s house without having to encounter him. Christ, the last thing I wanted to deal with right now was if he insisted on shaking hands again, before thanking me for my hard work.

However, I had not missed the point that Natasha had said “even harder than I did,” making it clear that it had been difficult for her to sit downstairs listening to music while her husband and best friend fucked upstairs, even if she could not hear it. I wondered what she had been imagining.

“Can we go then?” I asked, and Natasha nodded, before we headed out of their front door and started walking back to our house.

We walked in silence for a few seconds, Natasha’s hand clutching mine firmly. I truly could not think of anything appropriate to say in reference to the preceding hour, and I had no doubt that Natasha’s mind was awhirl with a mix of potential questions.

After a few seconds of walking, Natasha turned to me, and with a slightly anxious look on her face, said, “Are we still OK?”

The uncertainty in her usually strong and confident face immediately touched me and heightened my level of guilt, and I put my hand on her cheek as I faced her, and whispered, “Yes, of course we are. You are my wife and I love you.” Unfaithful, two-faced, adulterous cheating bastard, the guilt-ridden part of my mind whispered to me while I said this.

She made a large happy grin as I said this, and turned back to continue walking. “If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like?” The question was asked in almost a disinterested fashion, but I had no doubt at all that the casual tone was an attempt to mask the uncertainty and fear she had displayed just seconds earlier. And I also had no doubt that she needed an answer, something to reassure her.

“It was…” I started, my mind reaching for the proper adjective to sum up the most incredible sexual experience of my life, for words which could describe the feel of a silken cunt rippling around my cock as I shot my cum into her best friend. “It was slightly weird, very uncomfortable and awkward.” Lying cheat, that part of my brain cried out again.

“Did…IT…happen then,” Natasha asked, as we came up to our front door.

“Yes. We had, erm, intercourse. I went on top and we, you know, did IT.”

“And Helen got your sperm inside her?” Natasha was perhaps understandably asking me a lot of questions with an apparent level of urgency, and in some ways I was happy to get the discussion about these matters out of the way now.

“Yes,” I replied, as Natasha stood by our front door without moving to open it. The babysitter would be inside, and she clearly wanted to get answers to these queries before entering the house.

“OK, that’s what we all wanted,” Natasha announced. “And what was Helen doing? How did she make you..cum in her?” There was no feigned casualness in the question now, and my wife’s stare at me was intense while her hand still gripped mine.

I reddened slightly, and hoped that Natasha would mistake my blushing for embarrassment when it was actually for shame. How to answer that question?

“She lay on her back, I was on top,” I answered. Stick to the truth where you can, the lying conniving part of my mind advised me, it’s more convincing that way. “She just lay there while I entered her and started moving. She didn’t really respond and we didn’t touch each other, but she did become…lubricated inside, enough to have sex and to stimulate me. I made myself cum by closing my eyes and thinking about you, about having sex with you.” Fine answer, my devious internal adviser added, while I maintained direct eye contact throughout.

Natasha appeared to contemplate that for a few seconds, then smiled and said, “Let’s get inside and get rid of the babysitter then. I want my husband to myself.”

She turned to open the door, and I assumed I had passed whatever test she had been setting with her questions.

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5 minutes later Natasha was shutting the front door to our house after showing Kelly our perky 18 year old babysitter out, having fielded the confused comments from Kelly that “we had not been gone very long.”

Natasha turned to me, and smiled. “So. The kids are all in bed, and it’s just the two of us.” I could clearly recognise what she wanted by the way she put her hand on her hip and smiled mischievously.

“Shall we go upstairs?” I suggested, grinning and happy to see that the sexual implications of my wife’s comment still caused a reaction in my cock.

She moved in closer to me, walking slowly and sensuously, still wearing the knee high black leather boots she had walked home in, and otherwise wearing a close-fitting red cotton dress which came halfway down her calves. She entered my personal space and put both her arms around my neck, purring seductively, “Oh, why waste time, I want to reclaim my husband right here…and right now.”

And then we were kissing in the entrance hallway of our house, by the stairs, my arms reaching around to her back and waist and pulling her into me, her full breasts pressing into me while our mouths also pressed together. I ran my hand down her body to her ass, gripping it and pulling her tightly onto me, while she ran her hands into my hair.

She was definitely hot for me and she wanted sex, there was no doubt about that by the way she pulled me onto her and the urgency in her mouth as our tongues intertwined. She sinuously shifted her hips to grind herself against my now stiffening dick as we kissed, and her words about reclaiming her husband echoed in my head. I felt sure that she was about to give me a sexual encounter which she intended to employ to wipe out all thoughts of Helen from my mind, whether she believed it had been a passionless encounter or not.

As I fondled her body and kissed her, my cock now fully stiff as we made out in the space next to our stairs, a part of me could not help but make a comparison between the familiar body of my wife and the woman I had fucked only minutes earlier; Natasha’ full soft breasts compared to Helen’s firm small pert ones, Natasha’s height compared to Helens’ petiteness, Natasha’s fleshier rounder body and large hips compared to Helen’s delicately slim and toned physique. And the exciting thing was that the contrasting earlier experience made my wife’s body somehow slightly less familiar and therefore more exciting.

I was pulling Natasha onto me firmly, my cock pressing rock hard into her midriff, and we could both feel how turned on the other one was as we mashed our mouths onto each other’s. I was therefore momentarily surprised when Natasha pulled abruptly away from the kiss, but this surprise turned quickly into thrilling anticipation as she started to run her hands down my chest while sinking down to her knees in front of me, shaking her long blonde hair so it fell around her shoulders sexily.

I was therefore stood in the hallway of our house, still fully clothed and with my cock rigid in my jeans, my wife kneeling in front of me with her dress bunched up high around her thighs, her leather boots tucked under her.

Natasha placed both her hands on my crotch, one hand sliding up and along my shaft through my jeans, the other one reaching under to cup my balls. She moved her mouth to within about an inch of my dick, such that I was already anticipating the feel of her lips even through the jeans, then looked up at me sideways and whispered, “Who does this cock belong to?”

“You….” I replied, imploring her to go further.

She reached up and unbuckled my belt, before sliding down my zip.

“And I am the only woman you will ever truly want, aren’t I?” Even as she said this, she pushed my jeans down my hips so that they fell around my ankles, my cock now bulging against the straining fabric of my boxers. Her mouth moved closer and her lips parted and then were pressed forward to rest against the side of my boxer covered shaft, without actually moving on it.

“Yes…..I want you so much,” I replied, once again a slave to my now master-less dick.

“Well then, tell me what you want me to do?” she teased, while just the tip of her tongue emerged and lapped about an inch up my cock.

“Suck my dick, please,” I urged, and thankfully this was all the extra encouragement she needed to commence. She immediately lapped her tongue again along the boxers, but this time started at the base of my cock and trailed all the way up its length until she circled on the tip. Still looking up at me, she smiled, then hooked her thumbs onto the elastic of my boxer shorts and pulled them over my cock and down my legs, such that I could shake off both the boxers and the jeans down from my ankles.

Her hand then returned to my balls, and she started to fondle them while her mouth moved to the head of my dick. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock once, then while still caressing my balls teasingly said, “I hope these balls are still full of your delicious spunk….I hope you haven’t used it all?”

“God…no,” I whispered, wanting her to put my cock in her mouth. “Lot’s left for you.”

“That’s good…because…” She opened her mouth, and softly wrapped her lips on the head of my cock and sucked it, slowly and tantalisingly. “…because, I want your cum in my mouth, and in my cunt…”

Then she started to properly work me with her mouth and lips, sucking me into her while her tongue snaked along the underside of my cock. One hand continued to fondle my balls, while the other was placed around the base of my cock, and she gradually drew more of me inside her warm wet oral cavity as she increased the pace of the blowjob.

Natasha was a fantastic cocksucker, and tonight she was really working hard to pleasure me, her tongue swirling on the underside of my dick while she moved her lips up and down me, her mane of blonde hair draping over my manhood and trailing electrically against my hips and pelvis.

“Mmmmmm……” I moaned, placing one hand onto her shoulder and the other onto the back of her head, my eyes closing slowly in pleasure as my wife put all of her passion and expertise into working my dick, her lips taking my cock in, then deliciously releasing me.

My hand on the back of her head slowly began to push my cock further into her mouth and throat. This was so right, I thought, as her ministrations with her hands and mouth enticingly drew me towards orgasm. My beloved wife pleasuring me, sex without betrayal, lust without guilt. She increased the pace and effort on my cock, and in pleasure I closed my eyes….

….and in my mind it was no longer Natasha kneeling in front of me, giving me a fantastic blowjob. Instead, Helen knelt in front of me, her petite hands sliding around my cock while her hungry mouth worked me. In the picture in my mind she was naked but for red silk panties and a pair of knee-high black leather boots tucked beneath her. Her eyes were fixed on me while she worshipped my dick with her mouth and one of her hands, the other hand sliding down her sleek waist to slip inside her panties and find her crotch, to masturbate herself while she pleasured me. Her tongue worked me expertly while her exotic brown eyes remained locked on mine, and I pushed my member firmly into her willing orifice as I felt myself cumming in her mouth….

I groaned and exclaimed, “Fuck, you are so fucking horny….”

Then my eyes opened and I snapped back into the guilty reality that I was shooting cum into my wife’s mouth not Helen’s, and that my hand was pressed on my wife’s head forcing her to stay in position as I shot my load of spunk into her throat. I could feel Natasha gagging slightly, but could also feel her swallowing as I came inside her mouth. Taking my cum, and no doubt thinking with happiness that the exclamation had been aimed at her and not her best friend.

I released the pressure on the back of her head, self-loathing flowing over me in conjunction with the second release of my lust that evening. My wife had wanted to pleasure me to make me hers again, and I had once more betrayed her with my adulterous thoughts, had once again placed her friend above her in my thoughts of sexual desire.

Natasha continued to swallow the rest of my spunk, before sliding away from my cock and standing up. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, and alive with the joy and satisfaction of pleasuring her husband, she smiled at me and ran her hand onto my neck, caressing me briefly.

Then she turned away from me, and bent forwards to place her hands on the third stair on the staircase, her ass pointing up and out at me. She was still wearing her boots, and her cotton dress rode up high at the back of her calves. “Now fuck me John,” she stated, almost in a tone of command. “I need my husband’s dick inside me.”

I turned round to come behind her, my dick still rock hard even after the orgasm seconds earlier. I slid the dress up to rest it around her hips, such that her black panties were displayed to me, then pulled the panties down such that she could shake them down her hips and off over her boots.

I placed my cock at her vagina entrance, put my hands on her hips and then, in direct contrast to the slow teasing way my sex had entered Helen earlier that evening, I entered Natasha in one swift hard movement. “That’s it John, fuck me hard,” she demanded of me.

I was a guilty, adulterous, betrayer, I thought, as I started to fuck my wife, my thick cock sliding in and out of her already wet cunt. I had cheated on her with my thoughts and my body. Natasha however was not aware of this so it could not impede her own need for quick satisfaction, and she promptly started to moan while I used my hands on her hips to forcefully pull her back onto my dick.

This was the first time I had revisited her vagina since the revelation which had been sex with Helen, and I realised instantly that her pussy could not compare to her best friend’s exquisite cunt, that it did not deliciously grip me and envelop me in the way that Helen’s had. Of course, Natasha was completely unaware of this as her panting continued in front of me while I fucked her, my cock entering her to the hilt such that my hips banged into her ass.

“Oh, John…” moaned Natasha, “That’s it…fuck me, fuck me hard.” Her breasts shook every time I slammed into her from behind, pulling her onto me with increased force and vigour.

She was almost grunting now with every powerful entry, but despite her enjoyment I was too shockingly aware of the unflattering comparison I was making, that Natasha’s pussy just was not capable of providing the peerless sensation her best friend’s had given to me earlier, and I felt somehow angry that Natasha’s cunt would forever now be diminished for me.

“God…..nnnnnn…..nnnnnnn,” she uttered, making sounds that were more animal-like and primal with each firm thrust. “That’s it husband, give it to me.”

I was hammering into her for minutes, my stamina extended significantly by the two orgasms I had already experienced that evening, and there was no question that she was building up to a very explosive orgasm herself, as her moans and squeals were becoming more extended and high-pitched with every thrust. Her cunt was sopping wet around me, and the tip of my dick slammed into the deepest part of her as my body banged into her ass.

“Ohhhh……nnnnnn….nnnnnn…” she uttered, now a slave herself to the power of the fucking she was receiving.

Her ass was twisting in front of me as her orgasm drew closer, such that I had to continually drag her back onto my dick, giving her no respite from the pounding she was taking. She was getting very close, but with slight alarm I knew that a further orgasm for myself suddenly seemed a very distant prospect, and I could not escape the thought that her cunt felt so inferior to Helen’s.

“Oh, John, I am going to cum….” she finally screamed as I fucked her in our hallway If there was one sure way to alert Natasha that there was more to the encounter with Helen than I had indicated, it would be if I failed to cum while fucking her. But as my wife’s familiar body writhed in front of me, impaled on my cock, I knew with adulterous resignation what I would have to do if I wanted to find release. So it was that as she started to shake around me, her legs buckling slightly and her cunt starting to quiver as her orgasm arrived, that I closed my eyes again….

….and I was above Helen again, savouring those first few moments after entering her, when she had looked down at our joined sexes with anxious confusion, while I marvelled at the sensation of her silken cunt….then I jumped to the moment when I had fucked her to orgasm, and my spunk was filling her, pumping into her, overwhelming her with lust as we ground our bodies together…

And at last my third and final orgasm of the evening arrived, my sperm shooting into my wife’s vagina as she screamed in front of me in the throes of what was an almighty orgasm.

“Oh…John…fuck, that was so good,” she said finally, panting heavily to catch her breath while leaning back into me, my cock still inside her, and turning to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around her chest and waist from behind, returning the kiss, feeling even more guilt over what had just happened.

“I love you,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.

“I love you too,” I replied, but even as I said it I knew that I had already made my own decision that I would be returning to her best friend’s arms and losing myself in lust with Helen the next evening. I did not have the willpower to resist the sexual desire that I now felt for Natasha’s best friend, and the only person who would now stop me returning for more of the delicious experience of infidelity was Helen herself.

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And so, there I was, almost 22 hours later, my hand poised at the door handle to the annexe room in Helen and Mike’s house.

The day which had just passed had seemed to extend without end, filled with a nervous anxiety that the phone was going to ring at any given point, delivering the message I did not want to hear. During working hours, every time my Personal Assistant Alison had put a call through I had been expecting it to be Natasha passing on the news that would end my adulterous sexual adventure, announcing that Helen had called the whole idea off, had decided not to try for a second time. Indeed, my productivity for the day had disappeared among recollections of the evening before, memos and emails eclipsed by images of sex and spent lust.

But lunchtime had come, and still Helen had not phoned to cancel, nor had the call come throughout the long afternoon. Then, when I had got home from work and Natasha had greeted me, I was expecting it to be the first thing that she announced, that Helen had decided not to have a second attempt. Instead, I had been kissed on the cheek and informed that we were having pizza for dinner.

And so, the whole day had passed but the call to cancel had not come, to my excited delight. Whatever thoughts of guilt and shame Helen had felt as a result of last night, none of these had been enough to overcome either her desire to get pregnant or her need to feel my cock inside her again. Which meant that she had consciously decided to have a second sexual encounter with me, had decided to invite me back despite knowing that I had produced a sexual response in her cunt with my dick which her husband had never been capable of providing.

When Natasha and I had therefore arrived at Helen and Mike’s house, we had been greeted just by Mike, with the music from the downstairs stereo already turned up to an uncomfortably loud level. Apparently Helen was waiting upstairs, and so as I made ready to head upstairs and again fuck her best friend, Natasha kissed me on the cheek and told me that she would be waiting for me. Noticeably, Mike did not shake my hand tonight, but made an awkward gesturing motion towards the stairs, before turning and walking into his living room.

My hand paused at the door handle to the annexe bedroom. Should I knock first, should I show proper social etiquette to the woman I had pumped my sperm into the night before? I decided not to, and turned the door handle and entered the room.

Helen was sat at the side of the bed, and she turned to look at me as soon as I entered the room.

“So, you decided to come?” she asked, neutrally, her fantastic brown eyes finding mine instantly. I noticed immediately that she was wearing a red silk dressing gown, strapped at the waist, which came halfway down her thighs as she sat at the side of the bed. Her silky black hair looked lustrous tonight, resting fully on her shoulders as if she had been brushing it out only moments before, and her lips looked glossy. And there was definitely a stronger essence of her perfume in the room. With excitement, I recognised that she had prepared herself for my visit.

“Yes,” I replied. “So, you decided not to cancel?”

“I decided not to cancel,” she repeated, the words and their implications left lingering for seconds after she had said them.

“And what about Mike and Natasha?” I asked, my confidence growing slightly as I realised that things were definitely going ahead.

She blushed, then replied, “They must never know what happens in this room. Whatever happens. It will destroy our marriages and our friendships if they find out. We broke so many of Natasha’s rules last night.”

I knew that was completely true, and indeed had been reflecting upon that during the day. “I know…but at least we didn’t break rule one and rule eight,” I quipped. Rule one had stated that there were 5 attempts, and rule 8 that we were never to speak about all of this again after the 5 nights, so breaking these last night would really have been some effort. I could not help but give a half-smile at my weak attempt at humour, and she saw this and also appeared to smirk for a second before reverting to a serious look.

“Those are the ones we must never break, under any circumstances, if we care about our marriages. And John, you must not joke about this,” she reprimanded me slightly. Then she asked, “Can we do this while abiding by Natasha’s rules?”

“You know the answer to that is ‘no’,” I replied. “We both know that if we do this again, after how incredible last night was, that we will obliterate their rules. By being here, we both know we have already decided to disregard all the other rules.”

She looked suddenly downcast, but did not say anything for a few seconds, which was implicit acceptance of my statement. Then she stated, “I felt so…sad…last night, lying down next to Mike, feeling like I had betrayed him in a way I never expected to. I don’t know if he sensed that I was in turmoil inside. And yet, I felt sad but at the same time strangely elated. I wanted to call Natasha to cancel today, I really did, but the memory of you being inside me, it was too much. I could not resist being here with you again tonight.” This was all delivered quietly, but the words ‘inside me’ were delivered with emotion, and my lust for her again gripped me.

For a couple of seconds, I wanted to blurt out what I had been thinking about over the course of the last 24 hours, of how I had been thinking about her and what I wanted to do to her. Part of me wanted to tell her about the sex with Natasha the night before and how she had dominated my thoughts during that session. To tell her about how I had been like a schoolboy with a crush all day, counting down the hours to when I could again see the newly found object of my desire.

Instead, with far more control, I said, “Stand up, and come over to me.”

She paused for a second, the she got to her feet up and walked to me, and I concluded with elation that she was resolved to the course of action that we were both set upon. I could see the delicious swell of her small breasts against the silk dressing gown, and I felt a sense of triumph from the fact that she had made herself ready for me.

She stopped a couple of feet away from me, her eyes locking onto mine as if to challenge me to make the next move. In response, I moved forward to enter her personal space, about a foot away from her. I could smell her perfume more intensely now, could sense the tantalising proximity of her flesh beneath the dressing gown, and my cock started to respond. However, I also wanted to savour this moment.

“Before we start,” I said, emboldened now, and picking up on the theme discussed moments earlier, “I want to set out some new rules.”

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but she quickly recognised from my look that I wanted her to play along with my game. “Oh yes? What rules?”

“New rule 1,” I announced, edging slightly closer to her, our mouths just inches away. “In this room, there is no guilt, however we both feel when we are outside of this place.” I moved my right hand to place it on her left arm.

Her expression shifted slightly again at the use of the word ‘guilt’, then it looked like she was again re-confirming a decision which she had already made, and with resolve she smiled and said, “Agreed. Shall I make up rule 2?” Her hand moved in turn to my arm.

“Yes, sure,” I replied, slightly surprised that she had joined the game so quickly.

“Rule 2. We only have…intercourse….here, in this bedroom.” I recognised that she was repeating what Natasha had said the night before, but then she added, “….but, anywhere in this bedroom, and I guess that includes the en-suite too.” She edged in closer to me as she expressed this variation of the rule which Natasha had set out, such that there was less than 3 inches between our bodies, her mouth slightly open in a pose which required all of my willpower not to lean down and draw her succulent bottom lip into my mouth.

“Good rule,” I whispered, and my other hand found her neck, caressing her neck and hair. She responded in almost cat-like fashion, turning her head into my hand to receive the caress. “Rule 3. We do what we have to do as soon as possible, then finish and go back downstairs. But if what we have to do is make love to each other for over an hour, then that is what we have to do.”

“Mmmm….that’s a good rule too,” she replied, and we both knew that, having already made the joint commitment that this was going to happen, we were crossing yet more boundaries with each other by playing in this manner. “Rule 4. We only undress to the minimum extent required.” As she said this, both hands went to my belt, and in seconds she had undone my belt and unzipped my fly, giving some freedom to my now rigid cock, which she stared at brazenly. Having released me, her hands then went to the sash on her dressing gown, and she untied this before sensuously and slowly shrugging the gown off her small shoulders. “As in, take your bottoms off but leave your tops on.”

The erotic charge that was already building in the room moved up to another level when she released her incredible body from the dressing gown. Under the gown, she was wearing a red slinky camisole on her top half, which barely covered her small breasts and did nothing to cover her sleek stomach, and she had nothing on her lower half such that her silky slim legs were well-displayed. I consumed the sight of her body like a starving man, savouring her petite frame and toned body, relishing the soft swell of her small breasts and hips, the dark black triangle of the hair at her sex. Her body was flawless, and I could see that she was delighted by my appreciative reaction.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head with purpose, then pushed off my own jeans, so that I was stood in just my boxer shorts, our bodies ever closer, both of knowing that our mutual lust was coiled and waiting to explode upon each other. “Rule 5,” I whispered. “No intimate talk, obviously…no saying anything remotely unfaithful like….’you are the most effortlessly erotic woman I have ever met, I want to bend you over the side of that bed and fuck you until you scream for mercy, until I unleash my sperm in you’.”

Her hand moved to my chest, resting there lightly. “No, definitely nothing like that, or anything like me saying ‘I want to ride your cock and feel you stretch me again in a way which my husband is incapable of doing, and I want to grind my clit against you while I fuck you from on top until you shoot your delicious sperm inside me’.”

Her hand slid down from my chest to my lower stomach. “Rule 6,” she added. “No intimate touching.” With this, she leaned forward gradually so that her head was resting into my chest, and her left hand reached down into my boxers and her delicate fingers trailed softly around my cock. She twisted her hand gently so the palm of her hand was gently caressing me, and then she started to slowly masturbate me. I took the opportunity to lose the last my clothes, as she added, “If we need to use our hands to steady each other, like this….” She leaned more firmly into me as she moved her hand up and down my shaft, “…that’s fine. But nothing else.”

I responded by moving a hand onto her chest, reaching under her camisole to cup one of her delightful small pert breasts for the first time. My large hand enveloped the breast, and I could feel her nipple pressing hard against my palm.

“Rule 7,” I stated, huskily, while her hand slowly manipulated my cock. “There is to be nothing else intimate. “No kissing, obviously…” With this, my other hand raised her chin and our mouths found one another, in a surprisingly controlled and tender kiss. “In fact, nothing with mouths…” And with this I started to trail soft kisses down from her mouth, to her chin, to her slender neck and shoulders, until my mouth was over her breast.

I pushed the camisole up with my hand, relishing the contrast to Natasha’s large full tits as I stared at her small breasts, then my mouth was on Helen’s small erect nipple. It was hard in my mouth as I started to tease it with my lips and tongue, and I heard Helen whisper, erotically, “Rule 8…let’s forget the rest of the rules…”

It was effortless, given our contrasting size and build, to softly pick her up and carry her to the bed, where I lay her gently on her back, her legs pointing out to the side of the mattress. Once she was deposited there I returned to her breasts, sucking and licking the nipple of her right tit while my right hand played with her other breast.

I heard her sigh in pleasure while I aroused one nipple with my tongue while circling my right palm around the other. I had always imagined that I was a big breast fan, given that Natasha and the two girlfriends that had preceded her were all large breasted, but I was delighting now in the experience of being able to surround and engulf Helen’s small breasts with my hand and mouth. Helen was clearly very sensitive in her nipples as well, because her body was squirming slightly on the mattress as I pleasured her, and one of her hands moved round to play with the back of my hair.

I circled my right hand on her nipple once more, then slowly started to slide it down her body, teasingly circling on her midriff, waiting to see how she would respond while I continued to lick and suck her other nipple. I felt her legs shift to spread apart, in what was an obvious invitation for my hand to gain access to her sex.

I responded in turn, sliding my large fingers down her perfectly toned stomach and reaching between her legs, finding her clitoris with my index finger.

“Ahhhhh……..” she whispered in response, as I started to circle my finger on her clit, and I could feel that she was very wet already and was extremely turned on.

I leaned across her to place my mouth on her other nipple now while I continued to slowly manipulate her button, knowing that I had found the exact right spot by the way her breathing deepened. “Like that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yesssss….” she replied, dreamily.

I had decided that I was going to use my fingers to bring her to her first orgasm, that I was only going to slide my cock into her after her passion had already exploded once.

“You have such a sexy slim body,” I whispered to her, while I tongued her nipple and increased the pace and pressure of the circling of my digit on her clit.

“You tooo…,” she responded, her legs spread fully open to give access to my hand. “Ohhh…that’s so nice.”

“I have been thinking about doing this to you all day,” I added, while my middle finger joined in with the manipulation of her clitoris, feeling her moisture immediately as it pressed upon her.

“Ohhh…me tooo…” she moaned, and I knew that her climax was building.

“Thinking about your delicious body, and all the things I am going to do to it to give you pleasure. Like this.” My tongue was lapping her nipple between words, my fingers now properly frigging her clit, ever more quickly and firmly.

“Uh-huh…ohhhh…. that’s so horny,” she uttered, both hands now on my neck and hair, pulling me onto her breast. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……”

Then she started to climax around my fingers, her back bucking up off the bed and her pelvis trying to grind itself into my hand. I momentarily released my mouth from her breast, but then my tongue found her again while my fingers did not release her, and I felt her whole body start to shake in orgasm. My cock was incredibly hard and I knew that I would not be able to resist fucking her for much longer.

She continued to shake as her climax took her, finally reaching down to place her delicate hand on my wrist to implore me to release her clit. I did this, and also moved my head up from her breast, before placing my hands on her hips and moving her body so that her feet came just short of the edge of the bed.

I moved above her, edging forward so my face was just inches from hers, and positioned my dick at the opening of her cunt. She looked at me with an intense lustful expression, so different to the situation and the look of trepidation just 24 hours earlier, when I had found myself poised over her on this very bed for the first time.

“Fuck me, John,” she urged me, and then I was in her again, my cock sliding into her inviting cunt.

This time there was no cautious and gradual entry, and instead I was inside her in one firm steady movement. Immediately I could feel again the incredible compatibility of our sexes, could feel how well I filled her and how perfectly she contained me.

“Fuck….” I moaned, her heat and tightness far surpassing the sensations of Natasha’s cunt the night before. I then started to fuck Helen, her hands on my shoulders, and whispered, “This feels so fucking right.”

There was no shy reticence on her part tonight either, no pretending at the start that she was not feeling me and trying to avoid moving her hips with me. Helen was wantonly fucking me from the outset, her cunt gripping and releasing me in its wonderful warm hot interior.

“Your dick, inside me,” she panted, while I stretched her around my cock. “It feels so goooddd…I never knew…never knew I could feel this full.”

I leaned in and we kissed for a few seconds while the fucking continued, my cock pistoning in and out of her, banging into her cervix, her legs already moving to grip me into place and her hand sliding onto my ass to try to pull me ever deeper into her.

“Your cunt surpasses anything, anyone, I have ever been with,” I replied, knowing that the incredible sensations she was providing me with and the erotic nature of her words were going to cause me to cum more quickly than I was accustomed to.

Her cunt was dripping with moisture, my balls feeling the wetness coming out of her as they slapped into her. “This is so goooddd,” she panted, “I love being fucked by you….hammer me with your dick, pin me to the bed and fuck me.”

I needed no more encouragement, and I started to pound into her with increasing force and passion, her tiny frame writhing under my large muscled body, our mutual sounds of lust filling the room along with the sound of creaking bedsprings.

This was sex that was perfection, two bodies united in mutual lust, a cock and a cunt that were made to fill and to receive the other. I was grunting loudly while she started to moan loudly with every insertion of my cock, pressing herself into me and gripping me.

She finally arched her back against me, and panted, “Nnnnnnnnnnn…….ohhhhh……you are the best fuck of my life John.”

Then it was too much for me, the pent-up desire of the last day exploding from my cock and gushing into her, my cum filling her and shooting into her cervix. My balls seemed to be releasing a torrent of cum inside her, and the feel of my spunk filling her immediately sent her over the edge, and she in turn started to cum.

Once again her cunt quivered around my dick deliciously in the grips of her orgasm, the fantastic rippling feeling extracting every last seed of cum from my body. My mouth and hers locked onto each other as we expressed the pleasure we were feeling with and the desire we were feeling for the other person by sliding our tongues into each other’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm……” she moaned, “Fill me up with your cum, John, give me what my husband cannot give me.” She continued to grip and squeeze my still hard dick with her pussy walls, helping to maintain my erection.

We kissed again, then I replied, “I want you to have all of my cum, every last drop, my sexy horny lover.”

She looked at me with intensity, and I realised what word I had said, the term I had used which acknowledged openly what we now were. After a few seconds, she whispered, “I love your cum inside me….lover.”

Then we were kissing again, her hands caressing my back and ass, knowing that we had just crushed another psychological barrier which both brought us closer together while drawing us further away from our vows to our spouses.

The sexual work of her hands, mouth and cunt as we embraced kept me hard inside her, then it seemed the most primitive thing to be withdrawing from her before standing up, and urging her to, “Lean over the side of the bed.”

She did so without hesitation, her pert small round ass-cheeks and her cunt displayed to me as she stood up, then turned to lean forwards to place her hands on the bed. Then I was in her again, entering her from behind, my cock slick from our mixed fluids.

“Ohhh….ohhhh….ohhhh,” she started to moan immediately, her body shaking with each forward thrust I made. I gripped her hips, marvelling at how slim her hips and waist were compared to Natasha, as I pulled her exquisite cunt onto me. She had a fantastic ass, and I savoured the view of her body from behind, her head tilted forwards as she received the thrust such that her lustrous black hair fell forwards over her face.

The comparisons and contrasts between fucking two different women in this same position in the space of 24 hours immediately came to me, charging me erotically as I fucked Helen from behind. I loved my wife, but this petite woman in front of me now, this woman who moaned and groaned with every slam inwards of my cock, this woman had supplanted my wife as the prime receptacle of my lust and desire.

“God, how did I survive without experiencing fucking you,” I moaned as I took her from the rear, my large hands gripping her hips firmly.

“How did I survive without your cock inside me,” she responded, “Nnnnnnn….ohhhh….feels so fucking good filling me up.”

This was surpassing even the sex of the night before in its intensity and sheer physical euphoria, and again I felt myself drawing closer to orgasm. This time she reached her climax before me, however, and she started to almost shriek with delight as a third wave of orgasm hit her, her whole body convulsing and her cunt pulsing around me as she came.

I was unable to outlast her by much, however, and for the second time that evening my spunk entered her, joining the cum that had already been mashed into her cunt by my pistoning dick.

Her whole body shook around me and she fell face forward onto the bed, drawing me with her, still inside of her.

We lay like that for minutes afterwards, the occasional pulsing of her cunt keeping me semi-hard while she held me in place, some of my spunk seeping out of her but no doubt lots staying within.

She lay with her face to the side, and I nuzzled her neck while we basked in the physical joy we had just experienced together. Part of me wondered how long we had been up here for, whether our spouses had started to wonder where we were and what was taking so long. Another part of me did not care, and simply relished being on top of a woman I was lost in lust for.

Helen looked sleepy, in a slightly dreamy state, and she whispered, “Thank you, lover.”

I kissed her cheek, trying to find the will to break this intimacy, but knowing that I would have to. My heart was pounding. How was I going to be able to give this up, in 3 nights’ time?

The next day in the office was even less productive than the day which had preceded it. My mind was alternating between naughty recollections of the cock-clenching sex I had enjoyed with Helen the night before, back to feelings of guilt and uncertainty arising from the interaction with Natasha which had come later in that evening, before fixing on erotic cum-drenched images of what might await me on night three of sexual relations with my wife’s best friend.

My thoughts were everywhere other than on the report I had to get finished, and I noted to myself that if I carried on like this for many more days, I might have to start charging for my sperm-delivery antics since I would be out of a job.

I just was not able to get myself to focus, and all morning it had felt like someone had charged with me with a month’s worth of uber-horniness which I could not work out of my system. I had even felt my dick stirring in my pants a couple of times and had shifted uncomfortably on both occasions, looking around with embarrassment to see if anyone had noticed the growing bulge in my pants, despite the fact that my crotch was hidden by my desk and I was in my office on my own. The arrival of a semi hard-on was something that had never previously happened to me in the work environment.

If a man has a cheating or infidelity gene, mine had definitely been activated in the last two days. Indeed, the catalyst of smashing a 10 year platonic barrier with Helen under the force of my thrusting cock and gushing spunk was also making me more attuned to other women who circled in and out of my world and who had previously been filed in the “not my wife and therefore not be regarded sexually” category.

The first of these was my Personal Assistant, who was located at the desk outside my office, typically facing away from me. Alison was the archetypal power-dressing secretary, her long auburn hair usually done up in a bun, her clicking stiletto heels always a precursor to her actual physical presence. She had a round appealing tanned face which was attractive without being stunning, but also had a toned body that was the result of countless step and yoga classes, and she knew how to present what she had to best effect.

Despite this, I had never previously given her any focused sexual consideration, and indeed I think she regarded me as the perfect honourable hard-working husband and father, who was strictly off-limits. Our working relationship was therefore professional and friendly, but had never strayed remotely close to anything which might be called flirtatious.

Today however, I had found myself discretely watching her moving about on a couple of occasions, surreptitiously admiring her figure. Then, when she had come into my room to lean forward to place a drink on my desk, I had been very aware of the third button undone on her shirt, which showed a hint of full cleavage. I had flushed and stared concertedly down at my papers, before noticing that Alison was looking at me with a quizzical expression.

“Are you feeling ill?” she asked, but after I proclaimed my good-health she left the room with a light-hearted shrug, leaving me to wonder if I was turning into a sex-addict.

The thing which was able to dampen my ardour, however, every time my thoughts turned to it, was the difficult exchange with Natasha the night before. Considering it now, I could see that from the moment of greeting my wife in Mike and Helen’s living room following the second explosive sex session with her best friend, I had been carelessly less guarded.

I could now recall limited parts of the awkward small talk we had indulged in as we had walked home again, and could also recall Kelly’s further confused look when she was relieved early again, with her high-pitched teenage exclamation of “This is weird!”

However, none of that was very significant compared to my recollections of the conversation with Natasha in our bed.

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She had been leaning on her side, wearing her white silk nightdress, having just got in next to me after getting herself ready. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, somewhat distantly.

“Nothing,” I replied, when of course I had been daydreaming about the succulent clench of Helen’s adulterous pussy. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, ever since you came down from that room tonight, it’s like your mind is somewhere else,” Natasha commented, with agitation which was now more evident. “I don’t think I have had a clear sentence from you yet.”

I looked at her. “Sorry, I just feel really tired. You know, chemicals kicking in, and all that.”

“So, she got your sperm again?” she questioned, with an apparent level of tension in her voice. “You fucked together and she made you cum again.”

I stared at her, this question lifting my brain out of the sensuous fog into which sex with Helen had floated it. “Don’t describe it like that, Natasha, making it sound so seedy. Yes, we had intercourse again and I put my sperm in her.”

“And did she cum, when she felt that big fat cock of yours filling her up and shooting its spunk inside her?” This time, the question was asked with an obvious tinge of jealousy and an even greater level of aggression, demanding a strong response.

“No,” I answered immediately and firmly. “Of course not. You know that we are not having sex in that way.” The devious part of my mind kicked in at this point and I decided that the best way to counter this suspicious interrogation from my wife was to go on the offensive. “Christ, Natasha, what are these questions about? I am only up there because you told me to. You started all of this by agreeing to it, not me, and now you are asking me questions as if I have done something wrong.”

She paused to reflect on this, then forcibly tried to change the expression on her face to a more mellow one. “Sorry, John, you are right. That was out of order.” I did not respond, deliberately acting hurt, and then there was an awkward silence for a second, before she said, “Here, let me get in close to my husband.”

I was lay on my back, and she moved to slide in under my right arm to lie on her side with her hand on my chest. I put my arm around her and we lay like that, in silence for about a minute, her breasts pressing large against my side, her breath hot. I knew her well enough to be aware that she was building up to say something, and my own breathing was shallow and slightly nervous while I waited for the next statement or question.

“You were upstairs for a lot longer tonight,” she finally stated. “A LOT longer, did you realise that? Mike was getting visibly agitated. What took so long?”

“I didn’t realise that,” I replied, wondering if she could feel the unusually rapid heartbeat of a confronted adulterer, beneath her resting hand. “How long were we up there for?”

“An hour,” she replied. “Or 1 hour 4 minutes, to be precise. I could tell that Mike was thinking, ‘How does it take an hour for him to cum inside my wife?'”

“And were you thinking that too?” I asked, with a more conciliatory tone this time.

“No,” she immediately responded, then added, “No, of course not, but…but why did it take so long?” Clearly, despite her denials she had been pondering on exactly that question.

I had already structured my answer to this as I had lain on top of Helen earlier that evening, while my recently spent but still almost hard penis had twitched inside the tight warm grip of her incomparable vagina. I had been dreamily aware of the time spent and the questions this might be generating from our spouses, and therefore had prepared my response while our sexes had remained joined together in post-coital languor.

That internal liar I was beginning to become so familiar with was therefore ready for the question, and I announced with apparent embarrassment, “We had…trouble getting started tonight. I couldn’t get a hard-on and she wasn’t ready to take me. The longer it took the more awkward we both got, and that just made it worse. Eventually we got there, but it took quite a lot of time.” I sighed. “For all that effort and embarrassment to try to do a good deed for your friend and for Mike, as you had wanted me to…well, I definitely wouldn’t have bothered if I had known I was going to get this sort of reaction.” What a conniving bastard I was becoming!

She was silent and motionless for a few seconds, considering this, until her hand on my chest moved down to my left side and squeezed me, briefly. “I am sorry, babe, I know this must be really difficult for you too, and I do believe you when you say how awkward it all must be, doing this with her. I can only imagine what it would be like if things were reversed, and it was me and Mike having to do this, although I must admit that I am starting to wish that I hadn’t agreed to any of this. However, you must believe me that how I am feeling right now, this….nasty suspicion that’s making me ask all of these questions, it’s not your fault and it’s not Helen’s. It’s my problem. I trust you and Helen and love you both more than anyone else in the world, and I promised Helen I would help her have 5 opportunities to get pregnant, so we must stick to that.”

That interior shit I had discovered, that inner voice who was proving to be such an effective deceiver, gave an internal cheer. Not only had my wife explicitly consented to my next session with Helen, it was her that was feeling guilty about being too aggressive and demanding in her enquiries, rather than me feeling guilty for channelling my erotic attention into her lifelong friend.

“That’s OK,” I replied, sounding magnanimous, squeezing her in return.

After a few seconds her hand slid down my stomach until it found my cock under the sheets, her fingers sliding onto my shaft. “Shall we make friends?” she asked, caressing me softly and kissing my chest once. “I think the best way for us to make friends will be for you to have some non-awkward sex with your wife….”

Her hand continued to move on my dick, but it was soliciting no response, nor did I think it was likely to. I had emptied my balls and for that moment at least my lust into Helen, and I genuinely anyway felt too tired for sex right now. I moved my hand down and gripped Natasha’s wrist, shifting her arm back to my chest. “I really am very tired,” I announced. “Can we just have a cuddle then go to sleep?”

She seemed to freeze slightly in my arms, then with a slightly tremulous voice said, “Of course. Let’s go to sleep.” She cuddled in close to me, her head on my chest, and I wondered what she was thinking, whether the slight rejection had only served to strengthen some of her forming doubts and suspicions, whatever she had stated a few moments earlier. But I really was very tired, and right now I did not have the slightest urge to fuck my loving and devoted wife, and so as she lay there motionless and in silence I did the same.

Eventually, she had rolled away from me and turned on her side to go to sleep, lying with her back to me. I did not give too much further thought at that time to setting things right with Natasha, and instead later lay in the dark processing images of forbidden sex with Helen through my cheating mind, my own hand resting on my cock.

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Thinking about the exchange with Natasha now, I knew that the smart move would have been to have turned her on her back and fucked her for 5 minutes, despite my fatigue at the time. Any suspicions would then have been temporarily shafted into the back of her mind. As it was, our interaction at breakfast this morning had been polite but not friendly. She was definitely pissed off with me and was emitting borderline jealousy, but she was also trying not to be too blatant in her display of those emotions.

I was still thinking about this when the phone rang.

It was Alison. “John, there’s a Helen on the phone asking to speak to you. She wouldn’t give a company name, but said that you know who she is?”

“I do,” I replied, my mind racing. “Please put her through. And Alison, please will you close my door, it’s a personal matter.”

The call transferred, and I heard the soft refined accent of my new sexual playmate on the other end of the phone, Helen saying, “Hi lover.”

“Hi there, you.” I replied, pausing until I had seen that Alison had closed my office door, feeling slightly confused but also immediately infused with giddy guilty excitement. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes,” she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. “And no, I am not phoning either to cancel tonight or because we have been discovered. I just wanted to talk to you, is that alright with you?”

“Yes, sure,” I responded, being aware that Alison had shot me another questioning look as she had shut my door. “No, in fact, it’s great to get this…slightly unexpected…call.”

“I am at home all alone today,” she answered, slightly coquettishly. “I had booked the day off a couple of weeks ago, before all of this started. And I was just sitting here a few moments ago, and found myself thinking about you.” I was definitely not mistaking the fact that her tone sounded both suggestive and seductive.

“Nice thoughts I hope?” I replied, play-acting at being coy, while pushing my recent recollections and concerns about Natasha firmly out of my mind.

“Very nice thoughts,” she responded, her voice soft and slightly breathy. “I have been picturing the events of the last 2 nights in my mind. It all seemed such a rush last night after you finally got up, we barely had a chance to speak once you had taken that lovely thick hard cock out of me. And so, I just wanted to speak with you.”

“Well, I am glad you have called,” I replied, my cock twitching at her use of sexual language. “I definitely wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that I have been thinking about you quite a lot today, too.”

“Mmmmmm….it’s so nice to hear you say that,” she replied, and the way she emphasised the first word made me begin to wonder whether she had called me for more than a chat, and my dick started to harden in my pants. “If I close my eyes, right now, I can see and feel you leaning over me, pushing that rigid hot length of yours into me from behind, filling me up so deliciously, making me feel so sexually complete.”

“I cannot wait to be doing that again,” I stated in reply, whispering slightly but still recklessly aware that I was now getting into this despite the fact I was sat at my desk in work. Fuck the report. “The sensation of being inside your hot tight cunt is incredible, and the feeling of your silken pussy rippling around me as you cum is beyond compare.”

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned again, the posh element to her voice making her sound very erotic on the phone. “You make me feel like such a BAD girl, do you know that? You are such a naughty man too, making me act this way, you know exactly what to do and say to make me feel hot and moist inside…ahhhhhhhhhh…..John, can I tell you a secret?”

“Please do,” I responded, and my cock was solid in my trousers now. I shifted closer to the desk, again conscious of how I would look if Alison peeked into the room.

“I am touching myself right now, while we speak,” she stated, then paused for effect. I imagined her, sitting in her negligee at the other end of the phone, her hand slid into her panties, teasing her clit. “That’s so lascivious, in the middle of the day, isn’t it? And do you want to know something else? I would never have dreamed of doing anything like this a few days ago, calling someone and using lewd words on the phone in this manner…ohhhhhh, that feels nice… never mind speaking to my lifelong friend’s husband this way.

“My whole life up to two nights ago,” she continued, “I know that I was a sex 1-2 times a week girl, that I would infrequently do what a good wife should do to pleasure her husband, and sometimes I would feel some sexual pleasure in return. But otherwise, I didn’t think of sex very much at all…..mmmmmmmmm…. it was always my younger sister Catherine who was the black sheep of the family, sleeping around and having a string of boyfriends. I have always been the ‘innocent’ family girl and devoted wife.”

“And now?” I encouraged, certain that she was masturbating herself while she described this, and desperate to touch myself in turn in response to her erotic talk.

“Ohhhhhhh…..now?” she replied. “Well, now, since that first instant you entered me and slowly stretched me around that wonderful girth of yours, and from the ecstatic moment that I felt my whole body explode into an orgasm while you impaled me on your cock, everything has changed……mmmmmmmmm…. you have done something to me, made me a servant to my sexual desire, such that I cannot seem to stop myself thinking about being with you.”

“My big thick cock is hard for you, right now,” I whispered, so very hungry for her again. “Painfully hard. I think if you were kneeling here in front of me now, your hands on my knees, your mouth near my crotch, and were to lean forward and lick my dick, I might just cum all over your face and chest.”

“Mmmmmm….yummy,” she replied. “That sounds delicious, and it is giving me lovely ideas for later tonight. Can I tell you something else?”

“Yes…” I whispered in return, and I could not help but slide my hand under the desk to my cock, merely placing it onto my shaft and moving the fingers slightly in order to discretely stimulate myself.

“Mike has never been able to give me what you can, and never will be able to,” she announced, her talk slow and deliberate, with unusual irregular pauses which I believed to be the punctuation caused by the sensation of her delicate fingers caressing her clitoris. “The feel of your cock, for the first time, was a revelation to me…..ohhhhhhhh… I have only ever been with four men including you and Mike, and none of the others have come close to you for either size of dick or for the overwhelming way you fuck me as if you want to become part of me, to lose yourself in me completely…..nnnnnnnnn…. Mike, well, he is a loving husband and I love him and he is my best friend, but….well, his cock is not big enough, in fact it is just so miserably TINY when compared to yours. And he just does not have your skill or sheer physical force and presence when we have sex, that thing you can do where I feel completely overpowered and helpless beneath your relentless pounding strength and passion. God, just thinking about it now is making me so fucking horny…”

And then she stopped talking for a few seconds, and I could hear her breathing loudly on the other end of the phone, then a few muttered curses, “Oh…..goddddd, oh John….. nnnnnnn…..fuck…..” Then there was a pause for a few seconds, during which I was silent and incredibly aroused while hearing her panting on the other end of the line, knowing she had brought herself to climax with her fingers and her erotic talk.

Eventually, the panting subsided slightly, and while touching my dick I whispered, “You ARE a very bad girl, making me hard here listening to you, knowing that I cannot be there and enjoying it with you.”

“Mmmmmmmm….that felt so good,” she announced, her voice low and husky, but less punctuated with sounds of lust now. “If I am becoming a bad girl, whose fault is it John? You have opened up my sexuality in just two nights in a way I just cannot comprehend. Do you know, Mike has never made me orgasm just by fucking me, he only gets me there with his hands and his mouth,” she continued. “I cannot help it, but the unflattering contrast to you is making me look at him differently, making me respect him less and therefore making me feel less guilty about how you are making me feel. If Mike had been able to make me feel once in 10 years how I have felt with you in just two nights, then I wouldn’t be acting this way.”

“That’s how I am starting to feel about Natasha too,” I responded, compounding further my lack of fidelity to my wife with this expressed criticism. “I keep finding myself thinking about you and comparing her to you unfavourably. In fact, even when Natasha and I had sex two nights ago and I came in her mouth, I imagined that it was you that was kneeling in front of me, wearing red panties and black leather boots and sucking my cock. I feel completely like you do, that the last two nights have been the most mind-blowing sexual experiences of my life, and it makes the thought of Natasha’s cunt so much less appealing now.”

“Mmmmmm……hearing that makes me feel soooo horny and pleased with myself,” she replied. “And do you know what, I think my whole outlook on the world has been transformed in the last 2 nights. If you had talked about Natasha that way two nights ago, I would have protested and have been filled with guilt. But now, hearing you say that, I feel so sexy and aroused and self-satisfied. I love Natasha and she is my best friend in the whole world, but it’s not fair that she has had you all to herself for all these years.” I slowly stroked my hand along my cock as she said this.

“I think Natasha is feeling slightly uncertain, slightly worried, and maybe even a little bit jealous,” I announced. “I tell her that what we are doing together is awkward and not enjoyable, but she is asking me questions about what you have done to make me cum, and in her heart-of-hearts, I think she knows we are having full-on sex in that room. I think the imagery of you and me engaging in acts of sex and lust together is starting to torment her.”

“Well, I think Natasha has been a bit of a fool,” Helen stated, sounding suddenly oh-so-slightly ruthless. “If you had been mine, I would not have knowingly shared you with another woman, whatever the circumstances, and no matter how much I trusted her. And whatever images may be in her mind, I doubt they will match up very well against the reality of the last 2 nights. Natasha and Mike made their choice, and now I think you and I should put whatever guilt we feel to one side and enjoy the consequences. And, well, if I can make you feel so much more excited than Natasha can, then she isn’t really being a very successful wife, is she?”

That did not sound very fair to my loving spouse, but I was not about to contradict Helen. This conversation was going into very interesting, exciting and potentially very dangerous areas. “And how is Mike feeling about the last two nights?” I asked. “Is he becoming suspicious or jealous?”

“Mike has been acting very strangely since that first night,” she said. “After night one, I waited for as long as I could after you had left before going to see him, and I massively played down what had happened between us, emphasising the awkwardness and making no reference to the physical pleasure I had enjoyed. I think the immediate guilt I was feeling helped to make this story seem more authentic.

“Mike responded in a very supportive and caring way, and strangely he did not ask me many questions, just whether I had got your seed inside me. It was like he did not want to focus on the fact that his wife had just had another man’s cock thrusting inside her, giving her what her husband couldn’t do. He therefore did not act at all suspicious, and he was very loving, but I wonder now whether he could tell that I had climaxed with you. I think now that maybe when he first saw me I was still flushed with the thrill of our sexual encounter, and maybe Mike could also see the conflict on my face which was resulting from being torn between the sexual joy you had given me and a misery right then that I had betrayed him and my wedding vows.”

“Did he want to have sex that night?” I asked, remembering the urgency with which Natasha had wanted to reclaim me on that first night. “Natasha pounced on me after that first time.”

“No, he didn’t,” Helen replied. “And I didn’t encourage him, either. We got into bed and we lay together in the spoon position for a while, and neither of us made any sexual moves. However, last night, after our second encounter, it couldn’t have been more different.”

“How so?” I enquired, my dick still hard in my pants, my palm slowly rubbing against my trousers. I glanced quickly at the door again, and could not see Alison.

“After you had left,” she stated, “I lay there feeling your cum still seeping out of me, wanting to hold as much in place for as long as possible. Thinking about you, and feeling so very languorous and dreamy and turned on….mmmmmmm, even thinking about it now makes me feel so hot. Eventually however I had to rouse myself and leave the room, so I put my t-shirt and panties back on and returned to my bedroom. Mike was there, waiting for me wearing just his underpants, no doubt this time clearly seeing the blush of orgasm on my face and neck. He looked very agitated and angry, and was sat at the side of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. I was about to ask him what was the matter when he almost leapt up and was upon me, pushing me against the wall.”

I sat in silence while she described this, my breathing heavy while I stroked my cock at my desk in response to her sexual recollection. She continued, “He literally mashed his mouth onto mine, forcing my lips open with his tongue and crushing his mouth against me. His body pinned me against the wall and I could feel his erection immediately, poking into me. He muttered ‘I want my wife back,’ sounding very fierce and serious and scary, and he was almost grinding himself against me with a savagery I had never experienced from him before, his tongue slathering against my mouth and face.

“I tried to protest, to push him away from me, and I knew then that it was jealous anger that was fuelling his lust-filled assault on me, jealousy at what was going on in his annexe bedroom and at the after-effects of sexual ecstasy which he could detect on his wife. He was therefore not interested in my protestations and growled ‘I am going to cum inside you tonight, too’. Then he gripped my arms and half-pushed, half-threw me onto the bed.

“I fell onto my back, and immediately he was upon me again, pulling my panties off me roughly, and dragging down his own underwear. It all happened so quickly that I was too dazed and shocked to put up any sort of fight, my hands pushing feebly against his chest, then my legs were spread by his body and he was pushing himself into me.

“His head fell into the space between my head and shoulder as he entered me, and then he started to lick and kiss my face and neck while he started to fuck me, just pumping with his lower hips and ass rather than fucking me with the movement of his whole body. His dick thrust in and out of me, rapidly entering my still-wet cunt with all the force Mike could muster. ‘I want my dick inside my wife’ he uttered, and I resigned myself to receiving this fucking from my spouse that I had neither desired nor had invited.

“I therefore wrapped my arms around his back and spread my legs to give him the access he needed to make his penetration as deep as possible, but immediately I was pining for the deep DEEP stretching that your cock had given me minutes earlier, for that sensation of being filled which I have only ever experienced with my vagina wrapped around your shaft. I knew straight away that his thin five and a half inch dick just could not compare to yours, and although my cunt was wet and I was still hot from the passions you had aroused earlier, in an instant I was almost a disinterested spectator in this act of sex with my husband.” I was going to cum in my pants if she carried on like this.

“But, lying slut that your dick has made me, I started to moan in a simulation of growing passion at this act of angry rough fucking by my spouse. He continued to plunge his dick into me, his head buried next to my neck, his body pressing down on mine. ‘Oh, Mike,’ I lied, ‘Your dick is so wonderful inside me, so big, so hard, I love being fucked by you.’ And one of my hands slid down to caress and squeeze his ass, while the other slid to the back of his neck, and I started to grip and clench his thrusting dick with my pussy walls. My fake moaning continued to build with his own mounting grunts as he fucked me.

“Fucking him felt like being with a boy after experiencing a man, but when he commanded , ‘Tell me you love my dick inside you,’ I moaned, ‘Ohhh…Mike, your dick feels soooo good inside me, you are such a sexy lover…ohhhhhhhhh.’ But I was really thinking about what a poor pathetic specimen his cock was, wishing it was you spearing me with your girth. Eventually, to bring things to a close I licked his ear and pretended that I was cumming while I used my cunt muscles to coax him over the edge, and then he was shooting inside of me, adding his seedless sperm to the fertile spunk which still remained from the load you had pumped into me earlier.

“I held him inside me for 5 minutes, then finally he rolled off me, turned off his bedside lamp without saying anything, and went to sleep. I lay in the dark, replaying fucking you in my mind, still feeling warm and savouring the afterglow of the orgasms you had given me. And when I got up this morning, the conversation with Mike before he went to work was polite, and we didn’t mention what had happened at all. Imagine it, him not mentioning that he was thinking that another man had fucked me to orgasm, me not mentioning that he had practically forced himself on me, had as good as fucked me without my consent.”

“Wow,” was all I could muster as a reply at the end of this dirty monologue. I wanted to release my zip, grab my cock and masturbate myself properly, but I resisted the urge. I paused for a few seconds, then summoning all of my oratory skills to encapsulate how turned on she was making me, repeated, “Wow.”

“Do you want to know my naughtiest thought of all, John?” she asked, then continued without waiting for my assent. “When we started this, before I felt you inside me for the first time, all I could think about was that if a baby was conceived, it would be mine and Mike’s baby. That it would be Mike’s child, no matter who the father was, because I am his wife and we love each other. But now, I am thinking that if there is a life starting inside me, it is mine and yours, the result of these incredible experiences together.”

This was a very surprising announcement to hear, and despite our incredible level of intimacy to this point, I felt the threat of another brick in the foundation of my life with Natasha being smashed away. I paused to consider her words, then drawing upon even more deep and profound descriptive powers, announced, “God, I can’t wait to fuck your brains out again tonight.”

*****************

The rest of the work day passed uneventfully, other than the peculiar stares I was receiving from Alison, who was no doubt wondering why her straight-down-the-middle family man boss had spent so long on the phone to a woman who was clearly not a business associate.

When I got home from work, Natasha was noticeably more friendly towards me. I was delighted about this, since it seemed to guarantee that night three with her best friend was still on. After we had finished dinner, with thoughts of the impending encounter with Helen looming large in my mind and in my balls, Natasha announced, “I phoned Helen at lunchtime today.”

“Really?” I replied casually, as my wife stared at me intently, aware that a lunchtime conversation would have been shortly subsequent to when Helen had masturbated herself to orgasm on the phone with me.

“Yes,” she responded. “And I am very glad that I did. I was very upfront with Helen, telling her about the jealous feelings I had been experiencing last night and this morning. About how I was starting to have regrets about agreeing to you doing this, and how I had been acting all prickly with you. Helen listened to everything I said, and she was very supportive. She also confirmed what you had already said to me, about how awkward and embarrassing everything has been for you both.” She smiled supportively as she said this last part.

“OK,” I answered, neutrally, wondering if this had been the same Helen who had called Natasha a fool and an unsuccessful wife earlier in the day, while telling me about how devoted she now was to my cock.

“She also said that she could fully understand how I felt, and that Mike was also suffering slightly,” Natasha continued. “In fact, she asked me directly whether I wanted to call the whole thing off today, and she said she would abide by whatever decision I made and would not feel like I had let her down if I stopped things now.”

“Really?” I repeated, my voice perhaps an octave higher this time at the thought of being denied the erotic company of Helen again. “And what did you say?”

Natasha frowned. “I thought about it for a few seconds, and I came very close to saying let’s call it off, but then I realised that decision would show that it was the nasty jealous suspicious part of me which is taking control. So, I thought further about the good reasons we are doing this and of the fact that I trust you and Helen, and I told her that the decision was hers alone. She sounded like she was going to cry and told me that she loves me as the most wonderful friend in the world, but that she wanted every opportunity to make sure she gets pregnant, so she wants to carry on for three more nights.”

“OK,” I stated, thinking that Helen could be a pretty convincing actress when she was so inclined. I had no doubt that she had only made the offer because she had taken a calculated gamble as to what Natasha’s answer would be.

“And I am so sorry I gave you a hard time last night,” Natasha continued. “You definitely didn’t deserve any of that. In fact, to show you how much I love you and trust you, I am not even going to come over with you tonight. I agreed that with Helen, given that she thought that the proximity of me and Mike was adding to your awkwardness and possibly making it less likely that she will conceive, so I will see you when you get home.” I was dumbfounded as I uttered my agreement. Maybe Helen was a better liar even than I was.

So I had left our home on my own later that evening, arriving to have the door answered by Mike, who was putting his coat on as if to leave his own house. The greeting was even more discomfiting than the previous evening, and neither of us could make proper eye contact. Mike mumbled however that he was going out to the pub for a couple of hours, and that he would be back later.

Then he brushed past me and shut the door behind him on the way out. My heart pounded in excited anticipation, realising that Helen and I were alone in the house, and that we perhaps would not have the same ticking clock in our minds accompanying our lovemaking.

I wondered if she had heard the doorbell, and was even now readying herself for me, preening herself as the slamming front door announced the departure of her husband. I made my way upstairs with an urgency generated from my all-encompassing desire, until I was at the door to the annexe room. I did not knock tonight, instead pushing the door open immediately.

The sight that greeted me had an equivalent effect to an invisible hand gripping and massaging my balls. Helen was lying on the bed on her back, on top of the covers, one knee bent while the other leg was stretched out in full, her small breasts flattened against her body, her nipples hard. Her rich black hair was spread out sensually beneath her, her slightly parted lips again glossy while her marvellous brown eyes fixed on me, full of want.

But it was her attire which immediately captured me. She was naked but for very tiny gauzy black panties, black elbow length satin gloves, and knee-high black leather boots. The effect, combining with her lustrous black hair and contrasting with her milky skin, was instantly arousing. In turn, her face was set in an expression of arousal, as if she had been toying with herself in anticipation of my arrival.

“My God, you look stunning,” I whispered, my cock hardening as I savoured just how horny this woman could inspire me to be.

“Well, it sounded like you like leather boots, given what you said on the phone earlier, so I thought I would treat you,” she purred, arching her back in a cat-like motion so as to further display her body to me. “And I do very much want to give you a treat tonight, as a thank you for all your hard work. Why don’t you get fully undressed and come and lie here next to me?”

I did not need to be asked twice, and I stripped, deliberately slowing down and resisting the urge to throw off my clothes like a horny sex-obsessed teenager. As I pushed off my boxers, my semi-hard cock emerged into view, and I whispered, “My cock has been thinking about you all day today.”

She patted the bed to the right of her and I lay down close beside her, on my side facing her. I moved to kiss her but she placed a soft satin-covered hand on my chest, and paused me in my motion. “Slow down, stud,” she teased me. “I think we will have a bit more time tonight, to be able to enjoy ourselves even more. And I want to be the one giving pleasure to you tonight, after the way you have made me feel.” She pushed my shoulder slightly, and added, “Why don’t you lie on your back.”

I had no willpower to resist her apparent preference to take control, so I lay on my back, my cock almost hard but not quite rigid yet. She moved in close to me, again sinuously moving her body such that she slid her small breasts against me, and I lifted my arm so that her shoulder could fit into the space under my armpit.

“I spoke with Natasha earlier,” she whispered into my ear, her satin covered left hand sliding over my chest and waist. “She was so incredibly gullible, so trusting of the two of us, so willing to believe there is no passion or lust between us.” Her hand circled lower down my stomach towards my midriff, taunting me with the anticipation of the feel of satin fingers against my cock. She had already established on the previous night and on the phone call earlier that I liked erotic talk, and she was clearly going to oblige me again tonight. “Well, in the next couple of hours, I am not going to just help you to break your marriage vows, I am going to wipe Natasha out of your mind, am going to make you fall even more completely in lust for me…”

Her hand reached the head of my now hard dick at the same time that her hot wet tongue licked my ear, the tip of her tongue circling around my earlobe. I moaned softly as her fingers just lightly trailed around the head of my dick, also in a circular motion, twisting lightly as they caressed me.

She continued to run her tongue around my ear, whispering, “Naughty man, all so easily turned on for his wife’s best friend, oh so ready to fuck me….”

“Yessssss…” I moaned in return, loving the sensation of her swirling fingers and teasing tongue. She shifted her body so she could move her mouth down to my neck, trailing her tongue along my skin, pausing to plant soft kisses against me. Her fingers gently increased the sphere of their circling motion, taking in more of my shaft as she gently masturbated me.

“My cunt is so hot for you,” she purred, her eyes inflamed while she stared at me. “So ready for that thick shaft of yours, but I’m not going to let myself give in yet…” She changed the position of her body so that she was then leaning over me, her mouth above my left nipple, her body pressing against my left side while her left hand maintaining its work on my cock. She then proceeded to lower her head to suck my nipple, closing her wet lips over it and drawing it into her mouth while her tongue licked the underside.

Having satisfied herself that my nipple had hardened in her mouth, she slowly shifted across me to the right nipple, trailing her own nipples against my skin as she moved, her hair falling onto my chest. While she kissed and sucked my right nipple her hand shifted from my cock to my balls, massaging them before returning to run along the length of my dick.

I ran my hand through her hair onto the back of her neck while she licked and sucked me, my dick fully engorged in anticipation of the pleasures she was soon going to provide to me. The sensation of her raven hair as it lay against my body was thrilling, and it trailed along my skin as she moved her mouth from my nipple and started to kiss down my body to my waist.

Her warm wet mouth moved down to my midriff, planting kisses within the tantalising vicinity of my cock, inches from my shaft. Her hand returned to the act of caressing my balls. She whispered lewdly to me while she kissed me, her brown eyes fixing on mine, “Do you want my hot little dirty mouth on your cock today, for the first time?”

“God, yessss….” I implored her in return, in agony awaiting the moment when her lips would close upon my dick.

“Well…tell me,” she continued, torturing me as her tongue swirled close to my member, her eyes locked on me. “Do you want me more than your wife now, do you lust for me above all others, including Natasha?”

“You know I do,” I almost growled, sufficiently inflamed that I was now close to gripping her head and forcing her mouth onto my cock. “Pleeeaaaase…..”

“Mmmmmmmm….that’s what I wanted to hear,” she concluded, then moved her mouth to the head of my dick, and in that sexy posh accent of hers, announced, “This looks yummy…”

Then her tongue came out and she licked upwards along the underside of my dick, one satin-covered hand continuing to fondle my balls while the other moved to my chest to balance herself. When she reached the top of my cock, she opened her lips fully and surprisingly she took me quite deeply inside her mouth first time, making a sexual grunting sound as she did so.

She then started to bob her head up and down upon my shaft while she gave me a blowjob, straining to stretch her lips around my wide girth. “Mmmmmm, I’ve wanted to taste this delicious cock all day,” she cooed, while pausing. “I love having your penis in my mouth.”

The thought that it was Helen sucking my dick, fulfilling my lurid fantasies of the last 2 days, was stirring my lust and I could feel the cum building in my balls rapidly. She was undoubtedly good at giving a blowjob, but the size of her petite mouth and my large cock also meant that she was struggling to devour all of my length. Indeed, she was not able to take as much of my dick in her mouth as could Natasha, who had a fuller wider mouth and who I objectively realised was probably a slightly better cock-sucker.

Despite this, I was incredibly aroused and I moved both my hands to the back of her head, holding her mouth in place while I gently started to move my hips upwards to push ever more of my cock into her warm orifice. She started to gag slightly and pushed upwards against my hands, so I released my hold while she lifted her mouth up and looked at me through tousled hair.

“Mmmmmmm…this cock is so thick,” she commented softly, “It is hard to fit it all in. I don’t have this problem with Mike, you know, with his little dick…”

“Well, it’s time to practice on a proper man’s cock,” I stated boldly, and when my hands were returned to the back of her head, gently forcing her mouth to return to my shaft, she did not resist at all. “I want to fuck your hungry wet mouth,” I told her, reasserting some control after having remained a more passive recipient up to this point.

She slid her mouth down onto me, and did not protest when I started to move my hips again, slowly pushing my cock in and out of her willing lips. My hands held her head in place while I fucked her mouth, gently at first but then with increasing ardour. She was gagging slightly but forced herself to stay in position, and she placed her hands on my midriff to steady herself, to take me in as much as she could. Her eyes were fixed on mine, full of lust and want.

“You are such a dirty little cumslut, aren’t you?” I whispered, staring at her while I said it, as my dick slid into her fully stretched lips with increasing vigour. “Such a cheat to your husband, and a betrayer of your best friend.” I could feel myself getting ready to explode in her mouth, as she grunted in acknowledgement of my comments. “Are you ready for a real man’s sperm in your throat?”

She grunted again after I asked this, the primitive sexual nature of the sound and her hot willing orifice pushing me over the edge to my climax. I put more pressure on the back of her head, forcing her to take slightly more of me in, as I start to unleash my spunk inside her mouth. I saw her eyes widen as I started to shoot my cum into her throat, and she again gagged slightly, but she forced herself to remain in place and take my gushing jism into her stomach, swallowing as I unloaded myself into her.

I seemed to be cumming inside Helen’s mouth for an ecstatic eternity, my body alive with the erotic forbidden thrill of doing this with my wife’s best friend for the first time. After I had finished shooting my load, she continued swallowing, and started to suck up and down my shaft slowly again. Our eyes locked once more and we knew that we had broken yet another prohibition placed upon us by our spouses, and she smiled slightly while she continued to work my shaft with her tongue, a trail of my cum at the corner of her greedy mouth.

I was still rock hard, and I felt like I could go on forever this night, so much did I want her. “Turn your body around on top of me, so I can taste that pussy of yours for the first time,” I ordered her, “But keep that dirty little mouth on my cock.”

She raised her eyebrow in mock challenge to my commanding tone, but then gracefully turned herself around, all the while keeping her tongue on the head of my cock. She then swung a leg across me, her small firm breasts now pressing into my lower waist, so that we found ourselves in the 69 position. Her black panty clad cunt was inches from my mouth, her knees bent under her on either side of my body, her leather boots to either side of my head.

She gripped my cock with one satin-covered hand and started to slurp her tongue around the head, using her other hand to balance herself while her hair fell around my groin. I could not help but reach up with both hands to caress and fondle her ass-cheeks, admiring her fantastically curved and toned rear. “You have an incredible ass,” I complimented her, “So much firmer and sexier than Natasha’s…”

“Mmmmmm…..it makes me so hot when you tell me I am sexier than your wife, lover,” she whispered in return, pushing her bum back against my roving hands. “I love your physique too, you are so much stronger and muscular than Mike is.”

I slid one hand down to her cunt, and pressed my palm against it. She sighed in delight at this and pushed herself back against me, almost rocking herself on my palm. I let her grind herself against me this way for a few seconds, then slid my fingers under her panties, finding her clitoris.

I teased her with my fingers for a few seconds, and I noted that each circling motion I made on her clit led to slight interruptions in her own ministrations on my dick. Her hips rocked softly with the movement of my fingers. “Like that lover?” I teased her, enjoying the reversal of the controlling role she had taken earlier.

“Uh-huh, that’s nice,” she sighed, and she rubbed the side of her face up and down my still rock-hard cock, sliding her nipples against my midriff.

“What about this then?” I asked, and gently put pressure on her ass, to ensure she lowered her crotch down to my mouth. I removed my fingers and kissed the entrance to her cunt through the gauzy black fabric of her panties, my tongue slipping out to poke into her slit through the material.

“Mmmmmmmm….even better,” she replied, licking my shaft in return, pressing her body into me. “Shall I take my panties off?”

“My cumslut wants to take her panties off, does she?” I teased her, planting small light kisses onto her sex, delighting in Helen’s own attentions on my cock. “How about if I do this?” Instead of allowing her to take the thin panties off, I gripped them and applied firm pressure to tear them apart, causing them to fall away from her body.

A shiver ran along the length of her entire body and she gasped as the material was torn off her pussy, clearly excited by my display of force. “That’s nice too,” she whispered, sounding almost in pain, and I knew that she was feeling the same torture of anticipation which she had inflicted on me earlier. Her bush was very neatly trimmed, and her cunt was clearly displayed to me, two inches from my mouth.

“And what about this?” I asked, and my mouth and tongue worked under her, the tip of my tongue finding the flesh of her clitoris, playing with it.

“Fuck….that’s fucking good,” she moaned excitedly. She gripped my dick more firmly and started to lather it with her tongue with more abandon, as I started to lick and suck her button.

My hands circled on her ass as I started to work her towards her first orgasm with my tongue. As she had done with my hand, she almost wanted to grind her cunt onto my face, my mouth and nose placed on her vagina while my tongue lashed along her clit and the top of the entrance to her cunt. I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt against my face, could feel the juices trickling from her wet pussy down onto to my chin.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn……that’s it, lover….taste my pussy,” she urged. Her body writhed against me even more as her arousal built, her breasts rubbing against me, her own attentions on my cock lapsing as she lost herself in an impending orgasm. “Ohhhhhhh… so fucking good….that’s it, suck my clit you naughty man…”

“You taste so good, such a delicious cunt, so much nicer than Natasha’s,” I whispered while I continued to lap her sopping clitoris and cunt, knowing that the words were hastening her climax.

“Ohhhhh…..fuck…..why can’t my husband make me feel like this?” she moaned, her body shaking with little tremors suggesting a build-up to her orgasm, her head resting against my fully engorged cock. “Nnnnnnn….god, you make me feel so horny, so dirty…..ohhhh, aahhhhhhhhhhhh……”

Then she was cumming on my nose and mouth, her juices trailing down my chin while I mercilessly continued to suck her clitoris, giving her no respite from my lashing tongue. She screamed with the orgasm, and her boot-clad legs clamped on either side of my head, holding me in place while the climax ran through her. The tremors her body had exhibited seconds earlier turned into a full-blown earthquake, and she pressed her body against me, grabbing my thighs with her arms and burying her head into my crotch as she shook under the throes of sexual ecstasy.

“That’s it, my little cumslut,” I urged, “Cum for me.”

She continued to moan and curse as her body shook above me, then finally the orgasm had passed, and she lifted herself up to kneel at the side of me. Her face was flushed with the clear traces of orgasm which Mike had noticed night before, and her body pose as she knelt there, back arched and small breasts pushed out, was intensely erotic.

“I love being your cumslut,” she declared. “That felt soooooo fucking good.”

My cock was still hard, which she noticed, and she smiled before purring, “Now it’s my turn to take control again…” Having said that, she proceeded to swing her leather boot clad leg across me, so she straddled me, facing me. Then she raised herself up to a squatting position, and moved her body to position her cunt about an inch away from the head of my rigid shaft.

She moved her cunt lower, so that we were almost touching, then she fixed her eyes on mine and said, “Do you remember the first time you entered me, in this bed?”

“Of course,” I whispered, smiling, while she teasingly brushed the head of my cock with her sex. “How could I possibly forget the most delicious cunt I have ever experienced?”

“No,” she admonished, slapping my chest playfully. “Not the whole experience…just that first moment. When you were poised above me, your dick at the entrance to my vagina, ready to push into me….and our eyes locked, and then you entered me?”

“God, of course I do, it was incredible,” I replied, entirely serious now. “I wanted to be inside you so much, I was so excited and delighted by your body, so amazed that I was about to fuck Natasha’s best friend.”

“Good,” she replied, then put her hands out, fingers splayed, encouraging me to interlock the fingers on both hands with hers, in order to give her balance. “I want you to remember this, too…”

Then she slid herself down onto me, taking the top two inches of my cock into her tight wet cunt. I anticipated her sliding herself down onto me fully, but she stopped with two inches inserted, and then started to move her interior cunt muscles on my shaft, almost masturbating my cock with her pussy. I could feel immediately the extraordinary degree of control she had over her vagina, how she had mastery over where and how firmly my cock was being massaged. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.

“Ohh…that’s feels really good,” I moaned, while our hands gripped one another’s and our eyes locked together as she squatted over my cock.

“I bet Natasha has never done this for you, has she?” she stated proudly, while lowering herself such that another inch of my cock entered her. “I bet her cunt cannot make you feel like this?”

“No, never,” I gasped, in awe of how she was gripping my cock, almost milking it, although I was not ready to cum yet. “Her cunt is too loose for this.”

“Mmmmmm….poor Natasha,” she moaned, “She cannot give her husband what he needs.” Another inch of me entered her and she sighed erotically, more and more of my shaft becoming subject to this incredible vaginal masturbation “My slutty sister taught me how to do this,” she added, smiling. “Mike likes me doing it to him, but I can hardly feel him inside me…but with you, you stretch me on that thick cock sooooo wonderfully.”

Another inch of me entered her, then the building pressure on her calves caused her to decide to lower herself fully onto me. She also tucked her boots under her thighs, her legs now straddling my waist, and took the rest of my cock inside her cunt.

Our hands were still locked together and we could not break the intense stare that we were maintaining between us, as she stopped the internal gripping and started to rock herself gently on my cock. “You are so sexy,” I whispered. “I love having sex with you.”

“Uh-huh,” was all she replied, and I could feel her rubbing her clit against my pelvis while she rocked herself on my thick 7 inch shaft. Her top teeth were placed on her lower lip in that now familiar pose as her arousal built slowly again. The sensation of her working herself on top of my cock was incomparable, and I could not tear my eyes off her face as she eventually broke our stare to close her eyes, lost in the ecstasy of our fucking.

Her cunt felt deliciously wet and hot, and still so tight, her silken cunt walls once again obliterating any loyalty I had towards my wife. I arched my back slightly to try and push even more of myself into her, and she responded by changing her motion from rocking on me and grinding her clitoris against me, to pushing up and down on my dick.

She lifted herself and dropped, lifted and dropped, and then we were properly fucking again, the slow tantalising build-up forgotten. I pistoned my hips up into her, and she pushed herself down on my dick, moaning with every clash of our sexes.

Our fingers were clenched together as they had been that first time, and she started to bounce up and down on me, my cock filling her IN…OUT…IN….OUT…. sounds of our mutual lust and sex filled the room, her moans turning to half-pitched squeals as my thrusting cock filled her, my balls on the brink of releasing my seed inside her again.

“Fill me with your cum John,” she urged, opening her eyes and piercing me with her fantastic eyes again, as her own body started to shake again with an impending orgasm. “Give me your sperm.”

And then I was cumming inside her again, spunking inside her while she screamed and wailed with a very deep and intense orgasm, the juices of our sexes intermingling as she continued to bounce up and down on my dick. We seemed to orgasm together for almost a minute, our hands clasped together, until finally she fell forward onto me, my cock still inside her.

She lay on top of me with her head to the side, and I kissed the top of her head affectionately, and wrapped my arms around her back. We lay like that for minutes, recovering from our exertions, and she continued to play games with my cock, squeezing and gripping it with her pussy. I was amazed that after two mind-shattering orgasms she was still managing to keep me hard.

Eventually, she broke the silence by announcing, “I don’t know how I can give you up in two nights time John,” she stated, sounding very serious. “I don’t think I can let Natasha have you back, all to herself.”

“I don’t think I want you to,” I stated, hugging her, luxuriating in the feel of my cock still being gripped inside her.

She looked up at me then and smiled, then said, “Isn’t it about time we had that shower together?”

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We fucked once more that evening, in the shower, Helen’s arms held up above her head by one of mine, leaning her against the wall while I thrust into her from behind. We left the bathroom door open while having that fuck, so that the noises of the last stages of the evening’s lust could be heard in the bedroom.

In total we fucked for about an hour and a half that night, and the fuck in the shower was the only part of the entire lust-filled cum-drenched sex session that was not fully captured by the small partially hidden camcorder set up on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. No, whatever happened between us in the shower would have to be left to the imagination of whoever had planted the camcorder, although our grunts and moans were completely audible over the sound of the running water.

In our urgency to fuck each other neither of us had noticed the small device pointing at the bed, nor did we notice it before leaving the room that night. We were however very much going to find out about it during the following day.

The phone at my desk rang for what must have been the twentieth time, and it was clear that the person on the other end of the call was not going to hang up any time soon.

I definitely did not want to interrupt what I was in the middle of to take the call, but each consecutive ring served as further announcement that the person dialling my direct office number was doing so for a reason of importance, a cause from which they were not going to be easily diverted.

I finally opened my eyes to look at the caller identity on my phone, and immediately recognised it as my home number. This was not a great surprise, since Natasha was one of only a handful of people who had my direct dial. I knew instinctively that something was wrong, since it was very rare that Natasha called me late in the morning of a working day. Reluctantly I moved my hand to the receiver, picked it up, and placed it to my ear.

“Hello,” I started, the slight tremor in my voice caused by a number of reasons which would not be evident to the person making the call.

“Don’t hello me, you two-faced lying cheating bastard,” responded Natasha heatedly on the other end of the phone. “I now know what you and that fucking whore have been up to. If you want to save our marriage, you no-good slut-fucking scumbag, you had better be home in the next hour.”

Natasha then ended the call abruptly, and I placed my own phone receiver back in the cradle, sighing with the weary resignation that I had finally been uncovered.

Alison, on her knees in front of my seat, the lower half of her body under my office desk, paused what she was doing and slid her hungry wet mouth off my cock, looking up at me quizzically. “Is everything OK sir?” Her hands rested on my thighs softly.

“Actually, no, it’s all gone to hell I think,” I replied, before placing my hand firmly on the back of her head to encourage her expert mouth and tongue back onto my shaft. “But why don’t you try to make me feel better.”

“Anything you want, sir, just ask,” she replied, then stretched her luscious lips back around my cock and recommenced sucking my dick.

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A day which was about to throw up more surprises than I had encountered even in the last taboo-breaking week had started normally enough. Natasha had been friendly at breakfast, not asking any questions. This was no doubt partly driven by the fact that she had been on the receiving end of my cock the night before, and that she had decided on an apparent whim to take the day off work “to go shopping”.

I had been a lot smarter last night after returning from Helen’s. Even though it had been relatively early when I got back, just after 10.30pm, Natasha had already gone to bed. She had been on her side half-asleep when I got into our bed, and I could easily have slipped into slumber myself, without disturbing her.

However, having learnt the lesson of the night before, I had instead decided to sidle up to her, and had rubbed my cock against the crack of her ass until she had started to gradually wake and to grind herself back against me. I had been able to get myself hard again very quickly despite the earlier gymnastics with Helen, so had then spent 5 minutes fucking my wife from behind while we both lay on our sides, clutching her breasts while she moaned against me until I finally came inside her before slipping off into sleep.

This had apparently left her in good spirits, with the result that there was no suspicious interrogation this morning. As such, I had headed off to work in a jovial mood, feeling very pleased with my ability to pleasure more than one woman and to get away with it.

On arrival, I had immediately noticed that Alison had made an effort with her personal appearance for work. Firstly, her long straight auburn hair was not up in a bun today, but had been released to trail gloriously down to the middle of her back, catching and reflecting the light. Secondly, her lips were red and glossy, and there was a stronger aroma of perfume by her desk.

She was also wearing a tight blouse made from a filmy semi-transparent white material, with very short sleeves which showed off her toned bronzed arms to good effect. It was the type of top through which the bra underneath could be very clearly seen, and this feature and the low neck drew the eyes helplessly to her full cleavage. She completed the look with a short black skirt which again worked to reveal a large part of her long legs to anyone who wanted to scrutinise her. She was in her mid-twenties and her body without question looked hot today.

As I passed her desk and mouthed my usual “good morning” platitudes, she surprised me by flirtatiously replying, “Hi John, oh, it’s going to be a very good morning today.”

Then, when she brought my coffee through 5 minutes later, rather than retreating from the room as she normally did after placing it down on my desk, she closed my door then leant forwards from the waist on the other side of the desk and placed her elbows on the desk across from me, thus pushing her ass out behind her.

I looked up to therefore find her enticing cleavage directly in front of my eyes, and Alison staring at me in a calculating way I had not seen from her before. Almost as if she was making an overt sexual evaluation of me. I tried desperately to maintain eye contact and not to stare at her breasts, but I could tell by the glint in her eyes that she knew instantly what effect her stance and display of breast was having on me and what I was thinking. I also knew that she had positioned herself like this deliberately.

“What do you want me to do for you today, boss?” she asked me, a smirk in her voice, not at all talking like a personal assistant would usually talk to her employer. I think I blushed slightly. “I’m here and committed and eager, ready to do whatever you tell me to do.” My cock twitched in response to my uncertain interpretation that there was a sexual offer in her words.

“Is everything OK Alison?” I asked, trying to act like the dispassionate manager I used to be rather than the horny adulterer I had become over the last few days.

She smiled again when I asked this, almost as if to a secret joke which she was sharing with herself, then one hand moved to rest under her chin while the other moved to pick up my phone from its cradle. She lifted the phone with her long delicate fingers, then placed it down on the desk, almost trailing her red fingernails along its length as she did so.

“I have done something very wrong at work, John,” she announced, looking down as if with shame before staring into my eyes again. “It has been going on for a while, and I cannot keep it to myself any longer. I want to tell you so you can decide how to… discipline…me.”

“What is it Alison?” I asked, slightly bewildered but fully aware of the erotic charge in the room.

“I have been trying to improve my business skills, as you know, taking a part-time night course,” she said. I nodded supportively. “But to improve my hands-on experience, 6 months ago I started to do something which was very bad, something which I need to either be sacked or to be punished for.”

“Well, please tell me what it is you have done,” I pushed, becoming quickly intrigued.

“I worked out how to get the phone system to do it, and then I started to listen in to some of your business calls,” she announced. My heart started beating faster immediately, as I realised a potential implication of what she was saying and what she might have heard. “I was doing it just to understand how you deal with clients, how you speak with people, so I could try to pick up some of those skills.”

“That is extremely serious,” I announced with feigned gravity, not seeing any point now in dancing around the question I wanted to ask. “And… have you heard anything on those calls, that you should not have heard?”

“Nothing, boss,” she whispered, quietly. “Until, that is, yesterday, when you took the call from Helen.”

“Oh,” I uttered, blushing significantly this time, realising that my personal assistant therefore knew that I was having adulterous sex with my wife’s best friend, and that I was not the straight-laced family man she had probably always imagined me to be. That she had heard Helen masturbate herself on the phone to me, and probably had enough ammunition on me based on my participation in the call to get me sacked before lunchtime for gross misconduct and inappropriate sexual behaviour at work. “And what do you propose that you or I do about this?”

I think she read the look on my face, my apparent concern for my job, and instantly stated, “Just so you know, beyond any doubt, the problem and the wrong behaviour is all mine, not yours. You have never acted anything other than entirely fairly and honourably towards me, and you are a great boss to work for. I however have acted very badly here. I feel terrible for hearing what I did, for hearing the very personal things she said about what you have been doing with her and the way it has made her feel, and to make myself feel less terrible I need to be… DISCIPLINED, Sir.”

She had never used the last word to address me previously, and I was suddenly in no doubt at all that she was making an open sexual advance towards me. I realised that the other message she would have picked up from the call yesterday was that Helen was in awe of my cock and the way it made her feel, and maybe that thought had aroused Alison to do this. And if Alison had previously been attracted to me but had avoided making a move because she thought that I would not cheat on my wife, she definitely knew differently now.

I paused for thought, watching her run her hand slowly along the phone receiver in an overtly sexual manner, before I queried, “And what form would you propose this… discipline…takes?” My cock was stiffening as we had this discussion, and I realised that I was mentally up for cheating on my wife with a second woman, and for fucking my tanned toned personal assistant.

“Well,” she stated, again making that slight half-smirk, and I think she knew that she had me where she wanted me. “I definitely do not want to get sacked, Sir, and I cannot afford to be fined. So, I thought that my punishment could take the form of either oral or physical… chastisement.”

I realised I was staring openly at her cleavage and that she was enjoying my brazen looks. I also knew that I had a conference call starting in 10 minutes time, and therefore whatever I wanted to do it would have to wait for a couple of hours. “Be more specific, girl,” I ordered her.

“Well, Sir, after your conference call ends at 11am, I think we should book an hour for my personal appraisal, and that we should lock your door so that we don’t get disturbed,” she replied, having already apparently given clear thought to this. “And then, to ease my guilty conscience for listening to your phone conversation during which you talked about someone kneeling in front of you at your desk and licking your cock, I should get down on my hands and knees and…beg …for your forgiveness, Sir.”

I considered this for a few seconds, staring at her cleavage and contemplating the further life-changing consequences of what she was proposing, then I concluded, “Very well, put it in the diary.” She made to stand up and leave, but I interrupted her, adding, “And Alison, just to give you some advance warning, you will need to make a very convincing case if you want to keep your job.”

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And so she had returned two hours later, her full red lips smiling as she locked my office door behind her. She had then stood in front of my desk, with both her hands behind her now-straight back, one ankle crossed over the other, stood like a naughty schoolgirl summoned in front of the headmaster. Albeit that this miscreant had full large breasts, which the pose only served to push upwards and forwards, an effect of which she was no doubt aware.

I was sat in my leather chair, which was pushed back about two feet back from my desk. Part of me wondered whether it was madness to go forward with this, but I had already concluded that I wanted to find out properly what this luscious twenty-five year old wanted me to do to her. I also wondered whether I would now be officially cheating on both my wife AND my new lover Helen, but I pushed that thought out of my mind.

“Now what, Alison?” I queried.

“Sir, I liked it when you called me GIRL,” she stated. “And you are my boss, Sir, so you should be telling me what to do. Whatever you want me to do to save my job.”

“In that case, girl” I stated, now irrevocably committed. “Come and kneel in front of me as you suggested earlier, here in front of my desk.”

She did as I requested, her perfume powerful as she gracefully moved in front of me, then sank to her knees before me, her ass and feet sliding under my desk. I spread my legs, looking down at her while she kept her own eyes lowered, her hands on her knees. I could see her white bra through the filmy blouse she was wearing, could see the fullness of her lips, could smell her. She was playing this self-allocated role of guilty penitent extremely well and I was forcefully aroused by the position of power she had now apparently willingly granted to me.

“Take your top off girl,” I stated as my cock hardened. “And your bra too.”

She did as I requested, sliding her blouse off her bronzed arms and shoulders. Then she unclipped her bra and slid this off too, lowering it to reveal spectacular breasts and an even tan which covered all of her chest. She had fantastic bronzed tits, which I guessed were a 34C, slightly smaller than Natasha’s but very firm and curvaceous, with small dark brown nipples which were now erect. She again placed her hands behind her and arched her back, to display these fabulous breasts to me, like a slave at my feet, before shaking her hair so it fell around her shoulders, some of it falling onto her chest to teasingly obscure those breasts.

“You like someone else being in control, don’t you girl?” I asked her.

She lifted her eyes to meet mine directly for the first time since kneeling. “I love giving control away Sir. Giving away control to you, Sir, that was just something I had always imagined would just remain a masturbatory fantasy of mine, until yesterday.”

“Then I think it is time you started to work through your punishment,” I stated. “Just for my knowledge, girl, are you on the pill?” She nodded. “Let’s not waste time then. Unzip my pants, slide them down round my ankles, and suck my cock until I cum.” She moved to start to do this, but then after staring at her perfect breasts for a second longer I had an additional thought and stated, “But when I tap you on the shoulder, I want you to release my cock from your mouth and reposition yourself on your knees with your hands behind your back, so that I can cum on your chest. Understood, girl?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered, huskily, and I could tell that she definitely got her own arousal from being dominated.

She had then proceeded to unzip me, to extract my now semi-hard cock, and again I delighted at the widening of the eyes I detected as she took my girth in her hand and moved her mouth towards it.

“Does my cock excite you girl?” I asked her.

“Yes Sir, very much, I have never seen a cock as thick as this Sir,” she responded, sounding hungry and excited. She had then started to perform oral sex on me. and I was quick to discover that she was very skilled indeed at this. She attended to my cock like she was at devoted worship, floating between kisses at the head and along the side, swirls of the tongue around the head, and fingers running around the shaft working expertly in conjunction with the tongue. I had never really appreciated how wide and full her mouth and lips were previously, but I was definitely experiencing the benefits of that now. She did all of these things without actually having taken me into her mouth yet, but the sensation she was providing and the thrilling anticipation of the moment when she would finally wrap her lips around my shaft was deeply intense.

“Do you like sucking my cock, girl?” I asked, breathlessly, still slightly dazed that I was now here doing this with my personal assistant.

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she answered, her hands now placed on my thighs. “I love using my mouth on your cock, it makes me so wet and horny, I could cum without touching myself…”

“You are very good at it…” I moaned as she finally took my shaft between her lips and slid her mouth and tongue down onto me, and then she started to fellate me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, luxuriating in this superb cock-worshipping blowjob, knowing that she was deliberately building the pleasure she was giving to me slowly. I sensed that she was determined to use the whole hour to pleasure me with her mouth, and so I willingly surrendered into the slow wet embrace of her orifice, ready to savour the experience…

It was at this stage that the phone had started to ring, and I had received the summons from Natasha. After ending the call and Alison’s slight pause to ask her question, I again settled back to close my eyes and tilt my head back in the chair while Alison continued to minister to my cock with her mouth and tongue, with all the skill of an artisan.

A number of images rushed through my head as she slowly brought me closer to orgasm… Natasha, on our wedding night, flushed and excited as she dropped her wedding dress from her shoulders and exposed her soft full breasts to me…Helen, straddling me and taking the first two inches of my cock inside her… Natasha, on her knees in our hallway, sucking me… Helen, stretched out in the shower, her arms held above her by one of my own, writhing on my cock… Alison, her rich auburn hair falling teasingly over her near-perfect breasts as she knelt before me….

These images and the peerless slow arousal-mounting blowjob I was receiving gradually built me to my climax, and when I knew I was close I tapped Alison on the shoulder. She knew immediately what to do, and as earlier instructed she released me from her mouth and rocked back on her heels, once again placing her hands behind her back to push her chest forwards, her neck up straight.

I stood up in front of her, staring down at her faultlessly proportioned toned bronzed breasts. Then my orgasm came, and I aimed my cock at her chest, before shooting my semen onto her, my cum landing as an initial irregular line which started on one breast and ran up to the chest, before being joined by a second and a third smaller shot of jism.

I gasped heavily as I came on her, feeling a primeval sense of power at the act of marking her with my seed in this way. I could see her breathing was very heavy too, and she physically jolted with each line of semen which landed upon her. Finally, she whispered, “Thank you Sir.”

I stared at her cum-drenched breasts, relishing that she had ceded control to me, then I reached down and with my right hand I smeared the cum across her breasts and chest, savouring the luscious feel of her full firm tits as I did so.

I wanted to fuck her right then but I did not have time, not if I wanted to meet Natasha’s deadline, and I was not prepared to risk missing it. “I have to go,” I announced. “I would undoubtedly like to bend you over that desk and fuck you from behind, to mark your vagina with my semen in the same way that your breasts have been, but I have been summoned home.”

“That’s OK Sir,” she replied, looking like she was completely unfazed by this. “Whenever you want to do that, all you need to do is order me to come in here and bend over. For now, shall I get your tissues and clean us both up?”

I drove home, wondering what had triggered the change in Natasha’s mood from the happiness which had been experienced at breakfast, to the raging anger which had been transmitted on the phone. I thought about how I could defend myself against any further accusations, but I realised that it was impossible to plan for this without knowing exactly what evidence she had to support the comments she had made.

She had certainly addressed me with more venom on the call than I could ever recall in our married life, which made me nervous that she had something incontrovertible, but I could not begin to imagine what that might be. The only thing I would be able to do was to hear what she had to say, assess how concrete the source for her accusations was, and then react accordingly.

However, as I pulled into our driveway, my stomach was churning and I felt slightly ill. I also knew that the words she had used to describe me were all true, a fact compounded and worsened by the act of cumming on my willing personal assistant’s luscious breasts just minutes earlier in a brand new act of infidelity.

Natasha’s car was in the driveway, and I steeled myself for what was about to come as I walked up to the front door. I contemplated shouting “Hi honey, I’m home,” as I walked into the house, then smiled at my own weak attempt at gallows humour. Instead I entered in silence, and got an icy cold statement of “I am in the front room,” from Natasha after I had closed the door. I walked through to see her, now feeling as if it was me who had in turn been summoned to see the headmistress.

I entered the room to see Natasha sitting at one end of our sofa, wearing a summer dress which left her arms bare. Her hair was drawn up in a bunch at the back of her head. I could tell immediately that some of the anger she had expressed on the phone had subsided, to be replaced by an exterior of frostiness.

“Sit down,” she commanded me, and I complied, sitting at the other end of the sofa from her. She stared at me, and I could see that her eyes were slightly red, that she had been crying just before I got home. However, she was hiding this apparent sorrow behind a hard facade now. “Have you got anything to share with me?” she asked.

“Natasha, what is it?” I queried. “You called me here.”

“I SAID,” she replied, loudly. “Have you got anything you want to share with me?”

I was still not ready to spill my guts until I knew what evidence she had in support of her earlier accusations, so I repeated, “You called me here? Why?”

“Because I want to save our marriage,” she stated. “Because I want you to be honest with me about what has been going on with Helen, before it’s too late. So, I will ask you again, have you anything to say?”

“Haven’t we already had this conversation two days ago?” I replied, trying to act hurt and confused again.

“Yes, we did, but that was before I was given the evidence that proves that not only are you a cheating no-good bastard, you are a lying no-good bastard as well.” Harsh but fair, I acknowledged mentally.

At least this gave me the opening I was looking for. “What evidence?” I asked.

She contemplated the question, then sighed, and said, “I can see now what a fool I have been this week, and I am realising now that with someone who is clearly as accomplished at lying as you have been revealed to be, expecting you to tell me the truth was too much to hope for. What evidence? WHAT evidence? This evidence.” She reached for the TV remote control, switching the TV on from standby, then in turn took the DVD remote and pressed play.

It took me a second to recognise what I was looking at, given the peculiar angle from which the footage had been shot, but as soon as the penny dropped my heart sank at the same time. If this was about to show what I guessed it was about to show, I thought, my marriage may well be as completely and utterly screwed as Helen had been over the course of the last 3 evenings.

The first moving image on the TV screen was of Mike’s back, as he moved away from the camera which he had just surreptitiously planted on the bookshelf in the annexe bedroom. He turned back once to look at the camera, then left the room, which then lay empty as the footage continued to record. The camera, on a shelf which must have been about a foot above the level of the bed mattress, captured the angle of the bed completely.

I moved to grab for the remote, but Natasha swiftly moved it out of my reach. “Oh, don’t worry… LOVER,” she said sarcastically. “I have already watched it, this morning with Mike at his house, so snatching the remote from me isn’t going to save your dirty little secrets from coming out. This watch is for your benefit, so you can see what I have already seen and think about how that might have made me feel while viewing it. If you want to have any hope of saving our marriage, you can sit there and squirm while we both watch this together. In fact, I think Mike and the slut are having a similar viewing at this very moment.”

I was obviously well-and-truly rumbled, so I was resigned to being on the receiving end of whatever medicine Natasha now wanted me to swallow. However, she had now made reference to ‘saving our marriage’ on two occasions, so I took that as some encouragement at least that things were not completely beyond redemption.

On the screen, a minute passed, and then Helen entered the room, wearing a conservative unattractive dressing gown. She shut the door behind her, then Natasha and I watched as Helen quickly shrugged off the shapeless dressing gown, revealing an equally shapeless t-shirt covering plain panties underneath. This was obviously the attire she had put on for Mike’s benefit.

Despite myself, I observed with fascination as she then acted to ready herself for me. First she was reaching into the cabinet in the room, producing satin gloves, black leather boots, and gauzy black panties. Then she was stripping off her dowdy clothes, and adorning herself with the arousing black outfit she had displayed to me. Then there was a quick spray of perfume, before she lay on the bed, the camera capturing her perfect body.

“Natasha, if you have already seen this, what’s the point of watching it again?” I asked, a hint of panic in my voice, wondering how good the audio was going to be and desperately trying to recall what I had done and said the previous night.

“Why don’t you stop asking questions, shithead, and only speak when you are answering some of my questions,” she replied, for which I had no possible counter.

We then sat in silence, watching as Helen slid a hand down inside her panties, and started to touch herself. She masturbated herself slowly and teasingly, similar to the way she had done on our first night together, the main difference being that then a large part of her body had been under the sheets. Despite the situation, it was a very horny sight to see, but there was no way I was going to let Natasha see that element of my reaction.

Finally, I heard the doorbell ring in the background on the television, announcing my imminent arrival. This was a cue for Helen to stop her self-pleasuring and to compose herself in the posture with which she had greeted me, with her hair fanned out beneath her and one leg bent sexily.

“Here comes the conquering hero, for his hour of awkward sex,” Natasha sneered spitefully, as on screen I entered the room, and the said hero made the first of what were now to prove to be gut-wrenching announcements, commenting on how stunning Helen looked before divesting himself of his clothes at rapid pace.

Viewing what followed over the next hour represented probably the least comfortable experience of my life. Natasha actually forwarded through some parts, but essentially she made me watch all of the torrid highlights as I fucked and sucked her best friend from all sorts of angles, and as I was sucked and fucked by Helen in return. Occasionally Natasha made some acerbic remarks such as “Yes, it looks very awkward, doesn’t it, you lying shit,” or, “Do you really like those tiny little tits? They are like 2 aspirins on an ironing board,” or, “Cumslut? She is a fucking whore.” The latter comment, or variants thereof, was uttered the most frequently, but generally we watched the whole squirm-inducing session in silence.

Despite my predicament, part of me could not help but appreciate how good the sex on the screen looked, however. Helen looked fantastic, and I had to admit that I looked fairly porn-star like and performed pretty well too. I therefore watched in grim fascination as Helen first of all worked down my body with kisses, before starting a blowjob which culminated with me cumming in her mouth. I then watched as we adopted the 69 position, and she in turn came under the assault of my willing tongue. The action went on from there to Helen squatting above me and gradually lowering herself onto my cock, with the hot fucking which followed.

The camera in fact confirmed to me what I already knew, which was that sex with Helen was as close to perfection as I had ever experienced. I was sure that Natasha would be able to see this as well, and that the knowledge could well be consuming her with jealousy and rage from within. How would I able to cope with watching Natasha indulging in top-notch sex with someone else, if the roles were reversed? Not very well at all, I surmised, and therefore I could understand Natasha’s occasional barbed commentary.

What was slightly surprising to me however was just how loud Helen and my grunting and moaning was, and how animal-like it sounded. The camera had in fact recorded the audio perfectly. Indeed, this high-quality sound was disastrous, since the worst moments sitting here right now while watching with Natasha were definitely when Helen and I participated in lust-filled conversation and exclamations which betrayed our partners more emphatically than any lewd act we were committing on the screen had done.

For instance, Helen whispering to me, on the video, early in the night….

“…I spoke with Natasha earlier. She was so incredibly gullible, so trusting of the two of us, so willing to believe there is no passion or lust between us. Well, in the next couple of hours, I am not going to just help you to break your marriage vows, I am going to wipe Natasha out of your mind, am going to make you fall even more completely in lust for me…”

The exchange between us, when Helen’s mouth was hovering teasingly close to my cock…

“…Do you want my hot little dirty mouth on your cock today, for the first time? …Do you want me more than your wife now, do you lust for me above all others, including Natasha?” And my answer confirming that, yes, I did indeed lust for her more than my wife. Later, I had also gone on to tell her that her ass was better than Natasha’s, and every time these comments came out on screen with Natasha next to me, it was painful.

The worst however was when Helen was squatting over me, massaging two inches of my dick inside her cunt…

“…I bet Natasha has never done this for you, has she? I bet her cunt cannot make you feel like this?”

“…No, never,” I gasped on screen. “Her cunt is too loose for this…” That one earned me a specific dirty look and a disapproving curse from Natasha.

And finally, when lying in our cum-soaked embrace prior to the shower, Helen saying….

“…I don’t know how I can give you up in two nights time John. I don’t think I can let Natasha have you back, all to herself….” And me replying that I did not think that I wanted her to…

When finally the on-screen couple moved to the shower, Natasha forwarded through the rest of the DVD until she arrived at a scene where I left the room and the recording cut out. She then paused the DVD and turned to look at me.

“You said some horrible, cruel, terrible things last night, John,” she stated, once again looking hurt. “Did you mean them?”

“No, of course not, they were stupid comments made in the heat of the moment,” I responded, feeling terrible again for what I had done to Natasha for and for my betrayal of her with both deeds and words. “Yes, I have been having lustful sex with Helen, and yes, I lied about that, but please do not think for one moment that I do not love you and want you.”

“And as you say, you have lied to me repeatedly too,” she added, sighing wistfully. “You were very accomplished at that, skilfully deflecting my suspicions over the last couple of days, when I began to wonder whether I had made a very big mistake in agreeing to all of this.” I said nothing, but looked as shamefaced as I currently felt. “I guess all of this is my fault though,” Natasha continued. “I started this, I pushed you into the way of temptation, into the bed of that conniving bitch.”

“I should have said no, from the outset,” I replied. “I have made a terrible mistake.” And this time, I genuinely meant it, wishing I could undo what I had already done with Helen, to put things back to how they had been with Natasha. And what about your cock-sucking personal assistant, do you want to ‘undo’ that as well, my evil inner voice challenged.

“My friendship with Helen is finished,” Natasha stated. “There is no way I can trust her after this. I truly hope that she isn’t pregnant, the conceited cow. However, the question is, can I trust you, and do I want to save our marriage and do you want to make sacrifices to save our marriage?”

“I want to save our marriage,” I stated firmly. “I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, to make you trust me again.” An image of cum being smeared across flawless bronzed breasts rose inappropriately into my mind, undermining the comment even as I made it.

“So if you were me and you also wanted to save our marriage, John, what would you do?” Natasha asked me, expecting an answer, and I was suddenly unnerved because I sensed that there was some hidden agenda behind the question.

“Firstly, I would make me promise never to do anything like this with Helen ever again,” I said, carefully. “And I give you that promise. I will not see her again.”

“That is a given, otherwise I will cut your dick off myself. And what else?” she demanded.

Coming up with a second point was a lot trickier, particularly when I felt that she already knew what the answer was but wanted to see me squirm. After a few seconds of fruitless consideration, I desperately ventured, “Forgive me?”

“Well, I suppose that is a given too, eventually,” she answered, “but it isn’t the answer I had in mind.” She stared at me for a few seconds more, then sighed and said, “Whatever you might think given your actions over the last few days, John, which have not shown me any respect at all, I am a strong person and I actually have a lot of respect for myself. But I still love you, and I love our family, and I actually concluded before I had finished watching this video for the first time today that I was not about to give up on all of that just because you have allowed that cock of yours to overwhelm your small mind for a few days.”

I think she noticed the look on my face, that her comments allowed me to hope that things could return to how they were, and she immediately added, “However, I also knew immediately after watching that footage that I could never be the sort of person to just wake up one day and say ‘I forgive you’, after which everything would be alright.”

She paused to give herself time to compose her words, then said, “If I had reacted to this act of adultery with just tears, then the sense of betrayal and jealousy would I think have eventually been too much to take. I think something like that would stay in our marriage like a poison in the blood, slowly killing off everything that is good between us, with me feeling like the victim and forever persecuting you as a result of my sense of being wronged. I know that am not the kind of person who could imagine that things could be made right just by saying ‘I forgive you’, following which I would be able to forget about what you had done and move on. No, I’m not that kind of person at all… however, I am the sort of person who could remove the pain of an injustice by… getting even.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling like I was being slow on the uptake.

“I mean that my immediate reaction to that video,” she replied, “was that the only way I could save our marriage was not to forgive you but to get even with you. That way we could both put this thing behind us and move on. And that the only way to get even with you would be to do to you what you had done to me. That is, to have sex with another man who wasn’t you, so you would know what it felt like for me to see you fucking another woman and cheating on me with your words and your actions.”

“You mean, that for us to save our marriage,” I replied, slightly aghast, “you are going to have sex with another man? Who?” The thought of her fucking someone else abruptly filled me with horror and made me feel slightly sick, and I was immediately full of the uncontrollable envy which she had no doubt been experiencing over the last few days and this morning.

She stared at me solemnly for a few seconds, then announced, “Not, GOING TO have sex, John. I have had sex with another man already, this morning, after I watched the video of you and the slut.”

“What! Who?” Part of me already knew who she was referring to, but I was not able to articulate it to myself.

“With Mike, of course,” she answered calmly. “We fucked this morning, in his front room, after we had watched the video Mike had captured last night. What better way to get even with our cheating spouses than to return the favour? Mike suggested it first of all, but then he and I discussed it quite rationally, before we had sex together, there and then. It was quite good, in fact. Mike made me orgasm a number of times, and is probably having this very conversation with his whore of a wife right now.”

“Oh,” I uttered, crestfallen. I felt sick. My loving wife, my loyal partner throughout my adult life who I was sure had never cheated on me, had just announced that she had just had partaken in revenge sex earlier that morning. The smug mighty conqueror of other men’s wives had in fact been cuckolded by the cuckold, that ever-present evil rear part of my brain commented wryly. “Well, is that it, then? Does that mean you think our marriage can be saved?” My voice was weak, broken. I immediately could not stand the thought that tiny-dick Mike had stuck his cock in my wife, the arrogant little prick. How dare he? He had better not have cum in her, or I would fucking kill him. God, what if she had sucked his dick?

“Erm, not yet,” she replied, and I could see the strong Natasha who I had fallen in love with years earlier shining out as she spoke, a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth no doubt emerging as she recognised the queasy envious reaction her words had caused. “Mike and I had to sit through that stomach-churning video from last night, so before you and I can really start to consider how we are going to heal our marriage and be true to each other again, you need to sit here and watch mine and Mike’s video.”

“What?” I almost squeaked, appalled. “You filmed it?” She nodded, then moved her hand back to the remote, signalling she was about to press play. “Natasha, please don’t make me watch this.”

“This isn’t your time for requests,” she said. “Watch this, and maybe I will be able to feel satisfied I have got even with you, and maybe we can then move on to save our marriage.”

She pressed play on the remote. Helen and Mike’s front room came in to view. Seconds later, Natasha and Mike appeared on screen. I watched the screen, my heart pounding, as they approached each other.

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They were stood about two feet away from each other, in touching distance, in the centre of the screen. Natasha’s blonde hair was up in the same style as now, in a bunch behind her head, exposing her neck. Her summer dress similarly displayed her arms, and reached about halfway down her thighs. She had obviously taken her boots off upon arrival at their house. Natasha’s expression was recognisable as one of determined resolve, and she glanced briefly at the camera as they faced each other, clearly aware of its presence.

Mike was dressed in a jumper and jeans. In contrast to Natasha, I instantly detected a look of satisfied excitement on Mike’s face. I could tell immediately that he was pleased with himself for manufacturing this revenge fuck with my wife, for the opportunity to get his hands and his mouth on the juicy flesh of his own wife’s best friend. How dare that little shit do this with Natasha!

Mike made the first move, stepping closer and reaching for both of Natasha’s hands. She accepted his grasp, and they stepped in to within about a foot of each other, both looking slightly awkward in their movements. They were quite similar in height, although Mike was slightly taller. He tilted his head forward, and then said, “May I kiss you?”

Natasha murmured her assent, and then their mouths were leaning in towards each other, and they started to kiss softly. I was now unable to take my eyes off the screen as I watched my beloved wife, who had not been with another man for over 10 years, kiss Mike while they held hands together like two young lovers.

The kiss was initially awkward, without tongues, and slightly lacking in passion. However, I could see their bodies edging closer until finally Natasha’s full soft breasts pressed into his chest. Then Natasha, no doubt applying her strong willpower that if she was going to do something she would do it properly, lifted one hand to place it behind Mike’s neck, and pulled his mouth onto hers more firmly.

The kiss then lost some of its awkwardness, the two mouths opening onto each other with more passion, and Mike’s now free hand slid round to Natasha’s back, lightly holding her to him. I wondered what it felt like to Mike, having my wife’s larger soft breasts pillowing into him, after only experiencing Helen’s much smaller breasts for a number of years. The thought made me feel darkly horrible, but then at the same time I was captivated by the action on the screen.

I think it was Natasha who introduced her tongue to the kiss first, since I heard Mike gasp slightly and then it became clear that they were definitely french-kissing each other, the embrace slowly heating up. Their other hands were released, and then Natasha’s second hand was running up and down Mike’s back while the first hand curled into the hair at the back of his head.

I watched Mike’s other hand slide down to Natasha’s hip, then move round to her ass, where it stopped, resting against her curved cheek lightly. Their chests were now pressed together, and I could not help but notice that their lower bodies were now touching while they kissed. A bulge was visible in Mike’s jeans, and I could see Natasha lightly rubbing her hip against it as she snogged with him.

“Mmmm, you are a really good kisser,” Natasha announced on screen, breathily, and I suddenly felt horribly sure that she was not play-acting that statement for my later benefit, and that she was getting into this. After all, Natasha loved french-kissing, and I was the only man she had kissed for over a decade – what if Mike was a better kisser than me?

“You too,” replied Mike, his voice husky, and this served to prompt the two of them to recommence their snogging with renewed and enhanced vigour, more vocal noises of appreciation now being made while they made out with each other. Natasha was definitely grinding her hip against Mike’s erection now, and her own hand slid down from Mike’s back to his ass.

Mike in turn could be seen to squeeze Natasha’s ass, then his hand moved from her back to reach for her full breast. He placed it on her tit and could be seen to start fondling her, earning an appreciative murmur from Natasha.

They were really getting absorbed in the kiss now, and I was slightly horrified to feel my own cock twitching as I watched another man tongue my loving wife while squeezing her ass and breast. Their tongues were clearly snaking into each other’s mouths, Natasha’s hand in Mike’s hair pulling him onto her.

Mike squeezed and pressed Natasha’s pliable breast while they kissed, and I heard him exclaim, “Your breasts are amazing, so large and supple.” This confirmed to me that my earlier suspicions had been correct, that he was definitely relishing the contrast to Helen’s smaller tits.

“Why, thank you,” Natasha answered, looking genuinely flattered, before mashing her mouth against his once more. “Why don’t you unbutton my dress, so you can see them better…”

They did not break from kissing while I watched Mike reach behind my wife to start unbuttoning her dress. He might have a relatively small dick, I thought, but he certainly appeared to have nimble fingers, because Natasha’s dress was open at the back in seconds. She took the opportunity to shake it off her shoulders, and it bunched down at her waist, exposing her top half.

She was wearing a white lacy bra, which cupped the underside of her breasts while leaving most of the flesh above her nipples uncovered and pushed upwards. Mike obviously could not resist the invitation the exposed skin made to him, and he started to kiss Natasha’s chin, then her neck, then her shoulder, working to her soft pillows and enticing cleavage.

Natasha’s hand remained on his neck while he planted kisses on the parts of her breasts not contained in the bra, and I could hear her panting appreciatively in response to the attention he was giving to her tits. Mike looked like a man who had been lost in a desert and had found an oasis, marvelling in the soft orbs of flesh which he had been given access to, worshipping them with his mouth in the a way not unlike how Alison had worshipped my cock earlier in the day.

Eventually Natasha reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, releasing her bosom to him fully. Mike greedily accepted the unspoken invitation, and I watched with desperate resignation as a man who was not me placed his mouth on my wife’s nipple and started to suck upon it. I could see him circling her nipple with his tongue, then teasing the tip, then drawing the whole thing into his mouth. Natasha now was holding his head with both hands, and she was clearly enjoying it, since I could see her close her eyes and groan lightly. The sound caused a reaction in my dick, and I realised I was getting a hard-on as I watched my wife having her breasts licked and sucked by another man.

“Your breasts are so much more succulent than Helen’s,” I heard Mike murmur, then he switched his attention to the other breast, licking, sucking and teasing with his tongue. I knew that Natasha loved having her breasts and nipples aroused, and that she was extremely sensitive in that area, and it was definitely the case that I no longer lingered there during sex anything like as much as Mike was doing now. She was clearly loving the attention she was getting from him, however, and again she groaned in satisfaction.

This time, it was Natasha who took things to the next stage, and I saw her wriggle her body to cause her dress to fall off her hips, revealing her white lacy panties.

“Why don’t you use that skilful mouth of yours somewhere further down,” she moaned in suggestion, and I was now morbidly resigned to being both appalled and aroused at the same time as I watched Mike accept the prompt, and start to kiss down my wife’s stomach to her waist, sliding to his knees in front of her, while she remained stood up.

When he stopped and took hold of her panties to slide them down her legs, I realised that my cock was now fully erect in my trousers. I wondered if Natasha had noticed, and hoped she would not see the effect that watching the evidence of my cuckolding was having on me.

Natasha’s pussy and bush was then exposed to him, and without hesitation she placed her hands on his head again and pushed his mouth into her crotch. Then Mike was licking and tonguing my wife’s clitoris, going about this activity with the same enthusiasm with which he had launched himself upon her breasts.

Natasha used her hands to balance herself while she received the sensual ministrations from his tongue, and she murmured, “Ohhhh… that’s really good… yeah, just there…”

Again, I felt insanely jealous at her apparent reaction to the work of his mouth, insecure now that he was also better at eating pussy than I was. Mike was locked in one place, and I felt sure that he was tending to her clitoris with small sharp strokes of his tongue, and from Natasha’s reactions he had indeed found the precise right spot.

“Mmmmm… Mike,” she whispered. “So good… what a wicked skilful tongue you have.”

Mike’s hands were reached around her, squeezing her round asscheeks, and he whispered, “You taste wonderful, and I love how soft your body is.” Then he returned his tongue to its eager work, and Natasha’s panting and sighing started to build relentlessly while he fondled her ass and sucked her clit.

Eventually, I watched helplessly as my wife’s body started to shake and she started to orgasm, brought to this point by another man’s tongue. “Ohh… mmmmm…… oh Mike, fuck… ahhhh.” Mike still did not release her at this point, and I knew that Natasha’s pussy juices would be dripping down her leg and over his chin. Natasha’s hands circled in his hair appreciatively while he still continued to suck and lick her during her orgasm, extending it, and then I saw her body shake again as another orgasm followed the first in quick succession. Natasha’s body quivered, at which point Mike finally released her from his oral attentions, and stood up to embrace her again.

I looked across at Natasha on the sofa when this happened on screen. She did not return my look, but I saw her body shiver slightly as if in recollection of an intense orgasm experienced earlier that day.

I had watched my wife orgasm with another man, an event which had confused me by both repulsing and arousing me at the same time. I both hated the fact that it had happened but at the same time some perverted aspect of me found it a turn on to see my wife become a sexual object for someone else’s use, which was a reaction which truly surprised me.

On the screen, Natasha collapsed on jellied legs to the thick carpet in Helen and Mike’s front room, while Mike remained standing. “Thanks…lover,” Natasha whispered, and I was sure she had used these words deliberately. “Now, why don’t you get undressed and bring that hard cock of yours over to my mouth. I think it needs some attention.”

Mike did as he was bidden, and I could see his excitement as he stripped off, probably feeling the same things I had felt with Helen over the recent evenings, the thrill of exploring new orifices with a new woman. His boxers came off last, revealing the area where I definitely had a clear superiority over him, his cock. His was about 5 and a half inches long, of average girth, but right now was rigid and upright. I felt slightly better that I knew he would not be able to effect Natasha by fucking her, with that thing, not in the same way that my cock could.

Natasha was lay on her back on the floor, looking very wanton and sexy now, and she encouraged Mike to squat above her with his knees planted at either side of her head, holding his cock pointed down towards her mouth.

Natasha took hold of his cock in one hand, then gripped his balls with the other, and murmured, “This looks tasty Mike… do you want Helen’s good friend Natasha to put it in her mouth?”

“Yess…” acknowledged Mike, then indeed Natasha was taking him into her oral orifice, and giving him a blowjob. I knew that Natasha had a full large mouth, and that she was a great cocksucker, and this clearly became evident very quickly to Mike. “Fuck, that’s incredible,” he exclaimed, as she took his entire length into her mouth and throat, and began to lather his cock with her skilled tongue.

My wife was performing oral sex in front of me on the screen, and again that conflicting emotion between rage and involuntary arousal gripped me. Mike was clearly getting a treat from Natasha, and I realised that after years of trying to stretch her mouth around my girth, applying herself to a smaller shaft like Mike’s would allow her far greater license to apply her cock-pleasuring skills.

Mike was balancing on his hands and knees, gasping, with his cock in my wife’s mouth and throat, and I could see him making slow rocking motions as if to start fucking her mouth. She was holding his balls and I could see her throat contracting repeatedly, so she was apparently deep-throating him on their living room floor, something she had stopped trying to do with me some time back.

“You suck cock so much better than Helen,” Mike announced, and Natasha again purred appreciatively at the comment, which I acknowledged to myself was probably true. “Helen has never done this with her throat… ohhh… I think I am going to cum…”

Natasha’s hand moved round to grip his asscheeks to hold him in place, and then I was watching a man other than me pump his semen into my wife’s mouth on the screen, hearing Mike grunt and Natasha moan as his cum filled her throat, their animal-like sounds mirroring the kind of sounds of lust which Helen and I had indulged in on screen minutes earlier.

Mike eventually extracted himself, then I saw Natasha reach for his cock and grab a glistening globule of cum and saliva from it, which she then reached down with and rubbed onto her breasts, particularly in the cleavage.

“Do you want me to allow you to do something your small-breasted wife cannot ever give you?” she asked Mike, and I knew that a large part of what Natasha was doing with Mike was as much about revenge on Helen for what she had done and said, as it was about me.

“What?” asked Mike, but it was obvious that his answer was going to be yes.

“Why don’t you slide that still-hard cock of yours in between my supple luscious breasts, and allow me to give you a tit wank,” Natasha purred. Fucking hell, I thought, Natasha did not do half-measures when she was determined to get even, and this act was definitely about showing Helen where Natasha felt herself to be superior.

Next, I was watching Mike shift his body down so that he was inserting his shaft between Natasha’s ample bosoms, and she was pushing her breasts in from either side to form a tunnel of flesh for him. Then I was mesmerised as my wife allowed her tits to be fucked by this long term friend of ours, the two of them panting and groaning as Mike’s hips pumped his cock in and out of her cleavage.

“Wow, this is amazing,” stated Mike, lustfully. “In fact, the feeling of this is beyond words.”

“You just enjoy yourself, babe,” Natasha responded as she held her breasts together, again sounding pleased with herself, as if she was getting what she wanted to achieve out of this sex session. The use of the word ‘babe’ stung me however, since that was the word she had only ever reserved for me. “But I want that cock in my pussy now.”

Mike did not need to be asked twice, and then he was sliding down above Natasha, his cock placed before her opening. Then he was pushing inside her, and they started to fuck each other.

I watched, sickened, my cock hard, as my wife was fucked by a man other than myself for the first time in over 10 years. They started slowly at first, and I saw Natasha reach her hand round the back of Mike’s head again to pull his mouth onto her. They kissed tenderly and passionately, Natasha moaning quietly as their tongues worked together while Mike’s cock lay inside her, her other hand circling on his back and ass.

I knew that the size of Mike’s dick would not effect Natasha much after years of my girth inside her, but I also knew that she would still be turned on from Mike’s oral work on her clit, and from Mike deliberately grinding his pelvis against that area now. Natasha’s breasts were flattened slightly on her chest, but they were still mashed into Mike’s body.

“Ohhh, Mike,” she moaned, “I like having your cock inside me, it feels so good.” This sounded like a deliberate parody of me and Helen, and yet it also sounded like she meant it.

They french-kissed again, while Mike’s tempo of fucking slowly increased, his angle of penetration ensuring that there was friction against Natasha’s clit with every thrust.

“Do you think my body is hot, Mike?” she asked him, while breaking off to kiss his ear and neck. “Do you like my supple curvy body and my large breasts?”

“More than you can know,” Mike moaned, affectionately running one hand on the side of her face while he returned to kissing her. “I have fantasised about doing this with you for years, for the whole time we have known each other. This is the best sex I have ever had.” That dirty little bastard, I thought to myself, how dare he be fantasising after my wife?

“Then fuck me HARD, Mike, make me cum and cum in me in turn,” Natasha whispered, then Mike was hammering into her on the carpet, his rear pumping up and down as he thrust into her. Their mingled sounds of lust were clearly audible, and I was appalled to realise that Natasha definitely was not play-acting her sounds of lust, that her earlier orgasm combined with Mike’s passion and the friction on her clitoris was heightening her arousal again.

For Mike’s part, he sounded like he was in heaven, constantly repeating her name while he fucked her. “Oh, Natasha…. so sexy… such a delicious body.” The two grunted, then Mike was murmuring a word with each consecutive thrust, “Wanted… to… do… this… for… so… long… fucking… you… is… so… fucking… hot…”

Then Mike was cumming in my wife, groaning and crying out as he pumped his load of cum into her, grinding his pelvis against her as he tried to get into her as deeply as possible. This appeared to set Natasha over the edge, and she started to cry out, “Yes, babe, fill me with your cum… ohhh… I’m cumming…”

Then they were french-kissing again, with Mike’s dick still inside my wife, no doubt still pumping his semen inside her, while Natasha’s arms wrapped round his back to hold him inside her. This post-sex snogging then seemed to go on for minutes, until eventually Mike got up, turned to the camera, and switched it off.

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Natasha and I sat in silence for a couple of minutes afterwards. I hoped that Natasha had not noticed my erection while I had been watching the video. I finally broke the silence. “OK. Does that mean that we are even?”

“I guess it does,” Natasha stated. She could see how shocked and appalled I was at having had the role of adulterer reversed on me, and added, “Look on the bright side. If you are horrified by what you just saw, it means you still want me and are not quite ready to cast me aside for another woman yet. And, if you really want to try to find a positive, well, at least I won’t get pregnant.”

She smiled slightly when she said this, and I gave weak grimace in return. “So what happens now?” I asked.

“We try to rebuild things and put this behind us,” stated Natasha. “Starting with tonight. Why don’t we call Kelly to come round, and then go out for a meal together.” After that, there was more small talk, but I became gradually more comfortable that this was not going to destroy our marriage.

However, there were three big unknowns in that conclusion. Firstly, what was I now going to do about my auburn-haired apparently submissive personal assistant, who had felt my cum splattering on her breasts earlier that day? Secondly, what if Natasha, having experienced the thrill of adultery herself, was compelled by her own desires to repeat the encounter with Mike or with someone else? And finally, how was Helen going to react to all of this, particularly if she was already pregnant?

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