My husband and I, we just happened to be just having a night out. While my husband was getting drinks and chatting to the barman, a man must have seen me sitting alone and came over and started up a conversation with me. He was not really my first choice in a "type", a little skinny for me, with not much hair, but he was very well dressed. Thinking I was single, he was certainly enthusiastic in his efforts to chat me up. He said straight up that he was 49. He introduced himself as Carter, he had quite a deep voice and seemed quite a pleasant man.
My husband was still speaking at the bar with some guy, so I quite daringly said nothing about my husband to Carter and even flirted back with him as he cheekily chatted on.
In that time before my husband returned Carter told me so many of the details of his life and asked me plenty about mine. Carter had been married twice but was now divorced, single and he quickly mentioned "available" He quite bluntly even said "he found me very attractive he would love to have sex with me" It turned out he was quite wealthy and even tried offering me a week's luxury cruising on the Pacific, if I wanted to pretend to be his "wife" That is if I was up for some "naughty fun" he teased. He seemed quite sincere in his offer, but seriously, I told him I was married and I just laughed off his suggestion.
Unpeturbed by the news of my marriage, Carter then cheekily asked if I would be interested in accepting money for a night of sex with me. I was taken aback for a second and quite stunned. Actually, secretly, I was really flattered that this man would seemingly go to such lengths to have me, even pay me, to join him in bed. However, I told him "No way, do you think I am just some sort of a tart, and I just told you I am married" “That I would pick up and just run away for a week with you to sail across the ocean, you must be nuts, I only just met you" I scolded him. Carter unfazed, just smiled, his eyes bright, seemingly unperturbed, and then he said "Think about it" handed me his card and then he turned and was gone.
This whole episode had happened and was over before my husband walked back. I was sitting completely alone at our table when my husband sat and put my drink down in front of me, but as I sat there I was still quite flustered, even felt warmly flushed, my mind was aflame and I found I wasn't even listening to my husband as he spoke, I was off daydreaming about Carter’s “crazy” offer.
I didn't mention my unusual encounter to my husband for a couple of days, but eventually I did. However, long before I did mention it, over those couple off days, again and again I roleplayed so many sexy scenarios in my mind, roleplaying the offer and it’s possibilities.
But when I finally did mention my encounter to my husband, I found I was quite perturbed by his reaction, because he just laughed. He had not met the guy, seen our interaction and he seemed to believe it was not possible that some guy would offer money and an overseas holiday, just so he could have the chance of sex with little old me. My husband seemed to think the man was probably just drunk. I left it with him and I let the conversation drop, saying "Well think what you like, I was there and he wanted to take me away" and I walked off. I thought maybe I should just forget all about it.
But surprisingly, Carter had really lit a flame in me, The more I thought about Carter and his offer, the more I was hotly burning in my desire for such an outrageous interlude, and the more I thought about it, the more and more I fantasised and the more and more I wanted it.
By Monday morning, none of it would leave my mind. I was still laid in bed, waking after some quite vivid dreams and as I daydreamed (and lightly touched myself) about that "cruise offer" I finally thought to myself, after my husband had gone to work (and I had orgasmed) What the hell, if I am going to keep dreaming it, I might as well make it happen. And, I also thought to myself, a little cash might be nice too, so why not?
Finally, I gave in to my out-of-control fantasies. I found Carter's card in my handbag and rang him. He laughed when he realised it was me. He was very enthusiastic and in literally minutes we very quickly arranged for him to come over to our home and visit me, very discreetly of course, on the following Thursday afternoon. I went a bit overboard in my excitement and said he could have sex with me, just once and only for a couple of hours, for the money he had offered me previously. Carter was not put off at all and still seemed really keen. We confirmed Thursday afternoon.
My husband came home later and when he was settled, I boldly told him what I had done. My husband was surprised but thrilled and so excited for me. My husband had always suggested that I take a lover, to live a little, but I had always resisted. It was wonderful to have him pleased for me. I was feeling quite bold but still slightly nervous about Carter and my first occasion of illicit sex. I sat on my husband's lap, and I asked him if he could be in the house with Carter and I. My husband said, " try and stop me being here” He pulled me into his arms, kissed me really lusciously and we fucked right there on the couch.
When I rang Carter on Tuesday morning and told him that I had asked my husband to be home, to my surprise Carter said he was thrilled and said he would love to fuck a sexy woman like me with my husband present. He explained that he liked the idea of being a bit of an exhibitionist himself and he very much liked the idea of being watched as he pleasured and took pleasure in me. Carter and I were both clearly excited for our sex date. I shared our full plans with my husband when he arrived home later in the afternoon. My husband was instantly excited, and he had me over the arm of our lounge suite and was quickly balls deep in me whilst we were still talking about what could possibly happen. My husband was thrilled I had made this happen, he could barely wait himself and he and I had a very sexual couple of days, it was wonderful.
On the afternoon in question, Carter arrived before my husband made it home and I welcomed him in. He kissed me softly on the lips and squeezed me gently round my waist as we hugged in a hello.
I was already a flustered mess, and my loins were embarrassingly, already on fire. It was so thrilling to have a new man here. Here just for the purpose of getting naked with me for the afternoon. I poured us drinks, I poured myself a very large Gin to relax. I could tell Carter was aching for me and I was no less aching for him. He pulled me to him when I was close by him at my kitchen counter, he crushed my breasts against his chest and his arms encircled me. We really kissed each other this time. We kissed again and again, hands roaming all over, eagerly exploring each other’s form.
I pulled away and took him by the hand, I literally dragged him into my bedroom. I sat Carter on the bed, and I boldly undressed in front of him, I was quickly completely naked in front of him.
Carter looked me up and down with hungry eyes as I stood there naked for him and he studied my ample charms for some time before standing and coming up against me. He came to me and caressed each breast, rolling each of my nipples until they stood up. He lowered his hand down over my belly and moved his fingers in between my legs. I have a small bush of pubic hair, but I had shaved my pussy lips to make myself neat for him to play with. I moved forward slightly, onto his roaming hand as he entered me with one finger then two. I was so sexually excited as he felt about inside my creamy pussy, I was actually a little embarrassed that I was as sexually excited and sticky as I was.
Carter then turned and stripped himself naked, he had his back to me. I checked him out as he got naked, he had a great arse, but then he turned back towards me, I audibly gasped!
I gasped like a drooling teenager as I saw his fucking cock. It was the biggest, most magnificent cock I had ever seen, a fleshy, wonderful, half erect fuckpole between his legs. I was stunned by his monster cock and absolutely fascinated at the size of his massive, circumcised beast. It was many inches long and as thick as my wrist. It was a fleshy pink colour with a darker, uncircumcised, huge bell-shaped head. I couldn't help myself and I moved in forward, looked him in the eyes, but as I did, I closed my hands around his awesome girthy shaft. I gave his cock a two-handed squeeze, it was fantastic to feel the heat and weight of his cock in my hand and the best part was I could not close my fingers around it, fuck “Wow!” It was impressive. He just smiled at me as I toyed with his tool…
He stayed standing very close and I continued to stroke his huge growing member, pressing it against my belly, with its one evil eye looking up at me. I kissed him, but I couldn't wait a second longer, I threw myself on my bed and I spread myself out. Carter stood before me at the side of my bed. Like some randy tart I spread my legs in invitation, raising them high and wide, knees bent in my needing anticipation. I offered myself up to him, my whole body, wide open, little ole me, all his for the taking...
Carter proved to be an excellent lover. He quickly knelt before me and licked my pussy out, then sucked on my puffy lips until I was all drooling and creamy. Even the bed was a puddle with my leaking excited vaginal juices, I was so aroused.
At the same time, I was groaning with pleasure and breathing heavily as Carter beautifully ate me out. Carter’s tongue was teasing me, giving me small multiple spasms. His long active tongue roamed my vagina and he constantly had one then two fingers buried inside me moving them about exploring my hole. I heard my husband arrive home and come into our bedroom as I was laid back, being eaten out. He walked into our bedroom to see me splayed out and clearly enjoying Carter's oral attention. I didn't actually care whether he was excited or upset.
I was my own woman, in my own delirious world. At this stage, I was so hungry for Carter's cock that, right there, in that moment, right in front of my husband, I literally begged Carter to shove his cock in and fuck me. My husband expressed his own amazement at Carter’s cock, even complimenting Carter. But he quickly shut up and watched on as this giant cocked man knelt up and began to aim his erect organ at my very excited little hole.
Carter leaned forward onto me and rubbed his cock up and down my juicy slit, locating my entry. Moments later he found my entry and began to work himself into me. The big purple helmet was so large I initially felt my opening struggling to stretch wide enough to take him. I felt like I would be split open by the sheer size of him as he continued to work his way inside me. I had never taken a cock this big, but holy fuck I wanted too. I wanted him hard jammed in deep and mashed up against my cervix. I looked him in the eyes and said in a soft but firm voice to Carter, "I can take it." Carter smiled in unison with me and pushed in harder.I cried out, but I knew the whole lot more was still coming, ha!.
My husband came in close to watch my delicious struggle, that was particularly hot.
Carter slowed and then pulled back. He gave me a few moments to re-prepare myself .
I was really aching by now, absolutely ready, eager for Carter to ream me open. I pulled Carter back down onto me and with my hand I guided his stunning cock head back to the entrance of my vagina, I parted my cunt lips as wide as I could with my fingers. I quivered as I finally felt him push past my pussy entrance, I felt a distinct pop as he pushed through my vaginal opening, fuck he was big. He then lowered himself and pushed more, his cock sinking deeper into my eager cunt. I remember crying out in absolute pleasure as he began to slowly thrust in and out, sinking his cock in a little more on each inward thrust until, for just a moment, I felt I couldn't take any more cock. If I did, I felt I would surely split in half, but fuck he felt so good! I was being tortured but I also found myself in a delicious heaven at the very same time, as his thick cock penetrated me, stretching me wider and wider open. He pushed on deeper, he made me gasp, my pussy was never going to recover from this punishment.
I held myself up for him; my hands spreading my legs to hold them wide open, trying to give Carter full access to me. I looked down to my vagina, I was shocked, there was still more cock to go. I licked my lips in anticipation knowing that I was going to have to take it all. My husband sat on a bedroom chair with the biggest smile and watched me being torturously fucked. With my arms I pushed my hips up. There was still a heady feeling of incredible vaginal resistance as my poor little vagina struggled to cope, but then, the torture, was suddenly gone, he was deep in. I was fully impaled on this huge cock.
He felt delicious as he now pumped up and down, in and out. I could feel the end of his cock churning my organs, right up into my belly. I urged Carter to push in as deep as he could. I writhed under him and even for a few seconds in the intensity, I felt faint. Mini orgasms never ceased rolling through me and they were powerful, they were out of this world. Now I was fully and gloriously impaled on this magnificent man, I wanted to contribute more to our movement. I pushed myself up and down, fucking back onto Carter’s groin, still supporting myself under my legs, I was done just lying there enjoying, taking it, I wanted to fuck him back. I needed something near and easier to grip, and there it was right behind me. I grasped the bedhead, and really pushed back onto Carter's wonderful fuck pole, grunting and groaning, "Fuck Me Carter, fuck me" I raised my arse off the bed to receive each of his long powerful and deep, very invasive strokes.
My husband had moved in very close to get a clear view and he now sat on our bed, his head only a few inches away from Carter's big swaying balls, watching on as Carter squelched in and out of my reamed love tube. My husband was intensely staring at the sight of Carter's cock stretching out my cunt and literally cheering me on. My de-flowering by Carter was still fucking painful, but worth any torture, his cock was blazingly exquisite.
Carter proved he was a long stayer and fucked me for the best part of an hour. Fully buried, his cock knob mashed the roof of my cunt and destroyed my cervix the whole time. I was having ever increasing orgasms and was screaming out with lustful pleasure, and I am sure our neighbours could hear my tortured, but brilliant sex.
Finally, Carter let loose, "Gonna cummmm, Shona."
Carter groaned out like a wild beast, and he smashed into my vagina with hot splashing ribbons of spunk, he stiffened as he orgasmed and began shooting his sperm deep inside me. With each thick shot of sperm his body would tighten, and his pelvis would grind down hard onto me. I could deliciously feel the first few stunningly hot spunk shots, which were forcefully squirted and driven right up into me, flooding my loins, and then flooding back out, soaking the sheets. We both came in unison as he orgasmed, one last magnificent orgasm for each of us and it was fucking magnificent… As I lay under a collapsed spent Carter, it truly felt like Carter had completely filled and flooded every inch of my body with his glorious spunk…
That first time, Carter lay on top of me for a while after his orgasm and even as he relented and pulled upwards, beginning to withdraw his cock, that familiar "Pop" (more like "splop" after this fucking) I could feel my poor little vagina actually "pop" again as Carter pulled his large cock head back out through my vaginal opening, it was a gloriously delicious sound and sensation.
My husband had watched everything from behind and said later that it was an incredibly horny sight to see me with my vaginal lips stretched so tightly around Carter's veiny girth, spunk being ejected with the force of each of Carter's orgasmic inward strokes and my vagina so tightly stretched around the man's big cock. I groaned softly as "Carter" slowly pulled his massive tool out of my pussy and it flopped down between his legs, still pulsing little dribbles of cum. He was such a brilliant fuck.
My pussy normally closes up after sex, but this time, after Carter fucked me with that monster cock, my puffy and swollen vagina was left gaping and very much splayed wide open. Not much spunk seemed to cum out of my opening at first, but then it started oozing. As I leant up and moved around to sit up a bit, a flood of thick sperm poured out of me and oozed down my thighs and bum crack. The bed sheets beneath me were a complete puddle but all I could do was smile. I opened my legs to show my two men my hammered, split open "honey pot". I crashed backwards on the bed, completely fucked out, my husband came over and kissed me. He was completely naked now and with the erection he was sporting I certainly knew I had still more to do. Carter dressed, left on the bedside the agreed amount, but I didn’t give a fuck about the money anymore. I would have paid him after that fucking. As soon as Carter was gone my sexy husband ploughed round two into whatever was left of my pussy and my husband, and I both had a great time…
The sheer size of Carter with the way his cock rubbed my clitoris as he fucked me and then with the sensations of all my inner labia holding his cock tightly and being pulled in and out of my body by his wonderful cock girth bought about in me some of the most sensational orgasms I have even had. I thought that the size of him would stretch my pussy out, but I would recover. In the past, no matter who went through me, my vagina always seemed to recover after a few hours and the stretching was a short lived, but still incredible sensation. However, even after all this time, these months later, post Carter, I remain stretched out and my poor little vagina does not seem to be recovered to anywhere near the small size it used to be, I don't know whether to laugh or cry about what Carter has done to my pussy. Carter certainly has "broken me in” He has stretched out my cunt a great deal more than any man before him, but it does not matter to me, I really loved our sexual time together and the destruction of my vagina by Carter's cock has been so worth it. The sex was so brilliantly good with Carter, and it was even more of a "turn on" to have my husband watching me being fucked, from the sidelines, from time to time.
After that first Carter visit, I found that after a few raunchy sessions with Carter that I could really let myself go and "open up" so I could much more easily take Carter's huge cock in many positions. Quickly the three of us became firm friends "with sexy benefits". I never loved Carter, but I certainly adored his gigantic mushroom-headed cock. Being impaled on his sex organ has been life altering, the sex was so fucking good with him. Carter seemed to have plenty of money and regularly showered me with gifts and money. He had an apartment in town, and I regularly stayed with him, sometimes with my husband also, "Menage au trois" but I quite often spent time without my husband. Overnight or over a weekend Carter would hammer me senseless, we fucked like randy rabbits, sometimes we literally never left the bed for a whole weekend.
Carter was so naughty, sometimes, when my husband had not come along for the weekend, Carter would, on occasion, bring in a few friends. I always believed I have been a “good girl” But even from a young age, I have always been a sucker for an erect cock. But in a room with four naked men, standing before four erect cocks, having the men all stripping me naked, fondling and touching every inch of my body “good girl” just didn’t apply to me anymore. With the four of them on me, I turned into a total wildcat, a bold vixen wife with literally no sexual limits.
Four cocks, one of which could always make my eyes water, made for some incredible, unforgettable, and wild nasty sex. On those weekends, as I lay tangled between sleeping men or I would eventually wake from a recovering slumber, I would find myself to be painted, plastered, worn, and torn. I would give them all as good as I got, going well out of any of my preconceived comfort zones to please them all and literally doing and taking anything the four of them wanted to do with me.
My body, my lingerie, my skin, my vagina would be awash with their spunk. I would find myself in the odd quiet moment, running my hands over my damp lingerie and my exposed skin. The sight and scent of spunk emanating from my lingerie and body. Gallons of spunky goodness dried, drying, and thickly crusted on my skin, it was so outrageous that I would find myself in this situation, but it proved all “Oh so fucking delicious…”
After those “manly” weekends, during the following week I would barely be able to walk straight. I smile now to myself thinking about the poor hotel maids who had to clean up the destruction of our bedding and room after those four-man weekend tryst's.
In fact, in the months Carter, my husband, and I spent with one another we all became so very familiar. Quite often during the week Carter would just rock up at our front door or sometimes call my mobile to say he would be over.
My husband and I would or could have been cuddled up on the couch, Carter would arrive, I would go up to answer the door and maybe not arrive back into my husband's arms for an hour or more whilst I spread my legs and Carter took immense advantage of each other. Carter would pound me to the point of delirium and when he was sated with me, he would head off home.
Then dishevelled, I would make it back to the couch and my smiling husband. When I made it back to the couch and sat back down with him, I would be flushed in the face, my vagina would be hammered, puffy, stretched out and I would be totally full of Carter's spunk. My husband adores me “never washed” after my Carter interludes, he finds my sex and the resultant scents and fluids of Carter an immense turn on. That is, he loves for me to smell and taste of Carter's manly body, but especially of Carter’s beautiful cock.
Many times, the urge to take me himself, that urge to "reclaim me" has my husband in a right horny state and, directly after Carter had left, my husband also would finger, eat me out and fuck me himself. I think the phrase "Sloppy seconds" sums up my husband's turn on me. After Carter, now it’s my husband's turn to run himself through my used, spunk filled and sweating body.
I tell you, with Carter and the sexual competition he seemed to create with my husband, I had some of the best regular sex, I've ever had in my whole life, it was downright fucking amazing being had, again and again, by my two men.
I certainly enjoyed being that naughty "shared vixen wife" now that Carter had my pussy well stretched out.
Funny thing though, it turned out I was only to be Carter's fuck toy for about nine months. After that Carter found the allure of travel too strong. For nearly a month previous Carter begged me to travel with him, run away with him, but I could not. I remained a loyal, loving wife and even with the immense thrill of Carter taking me away round the world on a "fuck tour", that is something I could never do without my main man…
But now, post Carter, at least my husband and I have some great memories and, much to my husband's delight, I have become much more self-assured and discovered a very sexual side in myself that I continue to regularly explore. What certainly surprises me is that no man since Carter has ever had the "equipment" that Carter sported, but what really blows me away is that I always imagined that men love a tight pussy. But since Carter, I have had so many men fuck me since, all slopping around in my well hammered, loose, well used hole and then complimenting me on how much they enjoyed me, my body, and my vagina, that just blows me away.
Carter may have kicked me off, but I have certainly relished taking up the role for my husband and myself, the exploration of my absolute sexuality…
