Introductions

IntroductionsMy sex life with my husband virtually ended when he had a serious car accident. For better for worse and all that, but I never expected that I'd have my last fuck in my early thirties. After I'd nursed him back to some sort of health he was very good in using his fingers and tongue to make me come, and I really appreciate the effort he puts into that, but I missed having a cock fuck me. One night after a few too many drinks, and he asked me if I was happy with our sex life, I admitted that I wished I could have him inside me. He looked a bit sad, but we didn't talk any more about it that day.A week or so later, again after I'd had a few too many drinks, he asked if I'd ever thought about having sex with anyone else. Which of course I had - doesn't everyone do that? And then he shocked me by saying that he'd want to watch if I ever did want to do that. I said that didn't seem right (trying to say the right thing), and he said that he understood I needed to be fucked but he'd like to be part of it, even if it was just watching. That way it wouldn't be cheating. Apart from masturbating a few times when he was out of the house, imagining what it would be like to have sex while he watched me, I tried not to think about it. Which was virtually impossible, most guys I met I'd be thinking about how it would be to have them inside me. The world was suddenly full of possibilities.It was another couple of weeks before he asked me again if I'd thought about the idea of him watching me get fucked. We were lying in bed at the time, his fingers expertly keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I said I'd sometimes thought about it, but couldn't imagine ever doing it. And he said that was a shame because he'd overheard a couple of women at work comparing notes about a new young guy who'd recently started there who they'd each had sex with, and they were both saying how wonderful it was, and he'd been thinking of asking him over. All the time he was saying this his fingers were in my pussy and stroking my clit. "Are you sure you wouldn't like that," he asked, still keeping me on the edge, "having a hot young stud fuck you five or six times in an evening, wouldn't your pussy want to be full of his cock, orgasming as he moved inside you, feeling his cock pulse as he filled you with cum?" I looked at him - dare I say yes? His fingers slipped into my hole. "I can feel how wet you are thinking about it. You are thinking about it aren't you?" I nodded. "And you want it" I nodded again. "Say it." "Yes I want it". As soon as I'd said yes he started to frig my clit hard, and I came imagining feeling a cock inside me. After I'd calmed down again I thanked him for the fantasy, and we turned off the light and went to sleep.It was only a few nights later that he rang to say that his sister was going to babysit for us, and she'd pick the c***dren up after they came home from school. I asked where we were going and he said "I'll tell you later. But they need to be out the house. Once they've been collected I want you to have a hot bath, and get dressed up - your best black undies, stockings, that dress I like. I'll be there about 6"I got myself ready, thinking maybe we were going out for dinner and he was planning on going down on me afterwards. When I heard his key in the door I stood up to welcome him, and there was a younger guy with him in the hallway. "This is Sam," my husband said. "If you still want to, he's going to fuck you." I had butterflies in my tummy. Sam spoke first. "You look even hotter than in your photos. I hope you're going to say yes" Sam was tall and fair haired - I normally go for dark haired guys - with a very muscular build. I looked at my husband. "It's OK," he said. "Say yes if you want to". Sam moved to stand in front of me and leant down to kiss me, gently at first and then I opened my mouth and his kiss became more passionate, our tongues tangling, and I felt my pussy start to throb in anticipation. Sam broke off the kiss. "What do you think?" "I think yes," I replied, took Sam's hand in mine, and turned to lead the way into the downstairs bedroom. I waited until my husband had positioned his wheelchair and then I kissed Sam again, his hands touching me this time, feeling my curves through the thin material of the dress. When he grasped my ass I put my hand on his crotch and traced the outline of his cock through his trousers - it was bigger than my husband, not porn-star huge but definitely in the upper limit of what I'd ever had. When Sam felt my suspenders me moaned appreciatively, then his right hand slipped under the hem of my dress, slowly up the inside of my thigh. He paused when he moved over the stocking top onto my bare thigh flesh, then moved his hand up to cup my vulva through my lacy panties. I unzipped him and released his cock from his boxers and trousers, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Sam's hand moved away and I thought I'd done something wrong but then he was unzipping my dress and I stepped back slightly to let it fall to the ground, standing there in my underwear in front of this stranger while my husband watched. "See how wet she is," Sam said to my husband, "her panties are damp already." I blushed, but Sam laughed and said it was OK, he was glad I wanted him. He expertly unhooked my bra and kissed and fondled my breasts, his right hand cupping my vulva again at the same time. Then he said it should be my husband that took my panties off. I stood in front of him and he reached for the waistband, easing them down over my thighs. I completed their removal and handed them to him, and he smelt the crotch. I turned to Sam, naked except for my stockings. I sat on the bed and moved to unhook the suspenders, but Sam said to keep them on. Sam quickly got out of his clothes and I admired his naked body, his cock standing proudly erect and ready. He moved in front of me and took his cock in my hand, then placed my lips around it, swirling my tongue around the glans while my hand slowly worked the shaft. After a couple of minutes Sam took my head in his hands and gently pushed it away, and told me to lie back on the bed. He checked my husband had a good view and then Sam kissed his way up my thighs, before his tongue slipped its way up my slit to my swollen clit and circled it a few times."I think you're ready," he said to me, and I said I was more than ready for him. Sam moved up the bed and I reached down for his cock, guiding it to my entrance and keeping it there for a moment while I looked at my husband and thanked him. I looked at Sam and nodded and he slid slowly into me - the first time I'd been penetrated in well over a year, and it felt incredible, I was almost coming already and we'd hardly started! Sam fucked me slowly at first, using the full length of his cock, letting my pussy get used to the feel of him inside me, then when I moaned and grasped his buttocks, pulling him deep into me, he sped up, fucking me hard and fast until I came. He paused in his thrusting and kissed me, then when my orgasm had subsided he started moving again. "Next time I'll cum inside you," he said, fucking me with long strokes of his cock and bringing me back towards the peak of excitement, and I held back my orgasm, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being fucked properly again, until it was starting to get too much and I just nodded at Sam and he started fucking hard and fast again and then I felt his cock pulse as he came and I started to come just afterwards.When Sam took out his cock he lay beside me and held me in his strong arms and I felt his cum start to trickle out of me. I took his cock in my hand and held it while he kissed me. It didn't seem long before he started to get hard again. "I want your ass next," he said. "If it'll go in, you're welcome," I replied, reaching into the bedside cabinet for the tube of lube that hadn't been used for ages. I positioned myself on my knees and elbows, ass towards my husband so he could see the cum leaking out of me, then Sam moved behind and entered my pussy and started to fuck me again. After a few minutes he paused and then I felt the cold shock of lube on my asshole. "Just relax," he said, starting to move in my pussy again, and I reached back to hold my buttocks apart as his finger circled my asshole a few times and then slid in, intensifying my arousal. Sam carried on fucking me with his finger in my ass, then he withdrew and I felt the tip of his cock against my asshole. He pressed gently and I relaxed, feeling the tip slip in and then he paused with the ridge of his glans outside me, moving back and forth gently, and then with a harder thrust he was in. I gasped - a bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure - and then reached back between my legs to start to stroke my clit. "You're so tight and hot," Sam said, "I might not last long." "It's OK," I replied, "I won't be long," and I frigged my clit for all I was worth as Sam's cock moved in and out of my ass and then the muscle tightened around him as I started to come and I felt his cock twitch in response as he unloaded into me.I needed to pee after that, and while I was in the bathroom my husband phoned for some takeout to be delivered. I'd just finished wiping myself when Sam walked into the bathroom. "I need to pee too," he said. "Spread your legs" I did as I was told and Sam aimed his pee between my thighs and into the loo while I idly stroked my clit. When he'd done I washed his cock for him, and then we went back to the bedroom and Sam went down on me until I came again. Then I returned the favour and blew him until he came in my mouth.Sam hardly kept his hands off me while we ate our Chinese takeout, his fingers keeping my pussy in a state of arousal. He was hard before we'd finished the meal but I couldn't resist leaving the food and lowering myself onto his cock, riding him until I'd come and then he held me tightly as he stood up, carrying me with him with his cock still inside me, and placed me on the edge of the sofa and fucked me to another orgasm before he finished himself. My husband tidied the plates away while Sam and me were fucking. "The k**s will be back soon," he said. "That's a shame," Sam said, "I could go again. Never mind" I asked Sam if he was serious and he said he was, and all I could think about was getting more of that cock while it was still available. "How about if Sam and me went upstairs and you put the k**s to bed?" I asked. "Please?" "OK, if that's what you want"I kissed my husband and thanked him, then led Sam to my bedroom upstairs. When I heard the k**s being dropped back home I was already on my back again, mine and Sam's mouths locked together while he moved inside me, a long slow lovely fuck that had me coming three times before he shot another load of cum into my pussy. Same held me for a bit afterwards and then I told him I needed to pee again. Sam continued to hold me and he kissed me, long and deep. "Have you eve been fucked when you needed to go?" he asked and I said I hadn't. He said most girls he knew enjoyed that, and if I held on a bit he could get hard again and we could try it. We lay there and kissed, me stroking his cock gently and him fingering my pussy, until he started to stir again. "You on top this time," Sam said and I willingly obliged, sinking down onto his lovely cock again. "That's quite intense," I said, the pressure on my bladder making me more aroused than I was expecting. "Good," he said. "tell me when you're almost there." I rode his cock until I was getting close, and when I told Sam he told me that it was best we went to the en suite. He had me kneel in the shower while he fucked me from behind, and immediately I'd finished coming I couldn't hold onto my pee any longer and I started to go while Sam was still moving inside me, all the way through me peeing until he groaned as he came again."Fuck," I said when he pulled out. "That was quite something. I don't suppose you can do it again tonight?" "Well, if you let me get a couple of ours sleep, I probably could." After I'd cleaned up we went back to the bedroom and he held me in his arms as we both slept. He was as good as his word - a bit after midnight he woke me up and we had sex again, then at about 5am we woke up and went downstairs to my husband's bedroom, and had sex one last time while my husband watched.Since then Sam's been round a few more times, but he likes variety so it's only an occasional thing. And there have been other guys too, sometimes more than one at a time. But that's a whole other story.