Having thought I would never get out of the office with such a busy day, I finally arrived at my house. It was late and there were no lights on in the house. “That’s strange,” I thought out loud. Turning the key and walking into my house I wondered where my husband Peter was. He would normally tell me if he were going out.

The sound of my heels echoing as I walked across the wooden floor sounded very eerie before I turned on the lights and headed into the kitchen.

I took a glass from the cupboard and poured myself a much needed glass of red wine. I could feel the tension in my body from the day’s work slowly ease as I sipped the wine. Still wondering where Peter was I reached into my bag and pulled out my packet of cigarettes. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, I was now in wind down mode with a glass of wine in one hand a cigarette in the other.

As I exhaled a breath of smoke from my mouth and raised the glass to my lips. Suddenly I jumped with fright, spilling the wine down the front of my white blouse.

Peter had crept up from behind and quickly wrapped his arms around me. “You bloody idiot! Look what you made me do?” I said giggling. Smiling, Peter ran his hands up and down the tops of my legs, pushing my black skirt up to reveal the tops of my black stockings. “Very nice indeed,” he whispered into my ear, before nuzzling on my neck.

I didn’t have long to enjoy this pleasure though as Peter picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen table. He opened my legs as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. I took a quick drag from my cigarette and crushed it out as I enjoyed the lustful looks I was receiving.

I was now sat before my husband, legs spread with my skirt bunched around my waist revealing my black stocking clad leg and black lace panties. Without saying a word he dropped to his knees and hooked each of his thumbs into the sides of my panties. I lifted my bum off of the table slightly as he very slowly eased them down my legs.

No words were needed as the air filled with sexual tension. Closing my eyes as I felt his hot breath between my legs, he was soon sliding his tongue up and down each of my lips in turn. I was instantly oozing my juices onto his tongue as he expertly teased me.

As his finger probed between my pussy lips and entered me, his tongue was soon doing circular motions around my clit. I was forced to arch my back as I felt my impending orgasm. My chest heaved in and out as I took deep sharp breaths. “Almost there.” I groaned between breaths. Then suddenly he stopped.

“I can’t have you cumming yet my naughty wife. I want you to beg me before I let you cum,” he smirked. I both hated and loved these sessions when my husband took control of me. He always knew how to play it so cool.

Peter helped me down from the table before leading me up the stairs to our bedroom. Once in there, he took my silk scarf that just happened to be on the bed I thought, and then gently tied it around my head leaving me in total darkness.

As I sat on our bed I felt his hands begin to unbutton my blouse before removing it. He loosened my black lace bra and let my breasts hang free. I felt my nipples instantly harden and my pussy begin to lubricate itself.

Then I felt him cup my left breast as he took my nipple into his mouth. My breasts have always been sensitive and Peter knew just how to work them. Not too soft or too hard, just enough to send uncontrollable shivers throughout my body.

I was soon ordered to lie on the bed with my blindfold remaining in place. I then felt two more silk scarves being wrapped around my wrists as he tied me firmly to the bed posts. His breathing was deep and I could sense his arousal as he finished tying me up.

I imagined how dirty I must have looked. Tied to the bed and blindfolded with just my heels and stockings on as my skirt lay bunched around my waist. My breasts bared and my nipples showing my excitement as my shaven pussy leaked its juices onto the bed sheets.

“Tell me Katie, how much do you want it?” he asked. “More than you could ever imagine you bad boy,” I giggled trying to stay calm.

My excitement was reaching over drive as I heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone. Then I heard the sound of his trousers dropping to the floor. The bed soon creaked as he climbed onto it and got between my open legs. My breathing was forever increasing as I longed to be touched again. The episode in the kitchen felt a lifetime ago, when in fact it was probably no more than 15 minutes ago.

I began to moan as I felt him gently kiss his way up my legs, paying particular attention to the tops of my stockings. Lots of tiny soft kisses were covering my thighs as I wriggled and groaned in pleasure.

My back quickly arched as the kissing stopped and I felt his cock touch the lips of my pussy. It was so sudden and unexpected but very nice. As he rubbed his cock up and down the lips of my entrance I felt his thumb press down on my clit. Pressing down slightly he began to rub my most sensitive spot.

Peter had never done this to me before; he usually licked my clit as he fingered me to orgasm. But I wasn’t complaining this was equally as exciting. As my orgasm grew closer I concentrated on the felling his thumb was giving me. Then without warning he plunged his cock deep into my body and sent me over the edge. He felt bigger than normal as I clamped my pussy tight around his cock. His thrusts were too strong for me though as his cock continued to stretch me. He stopped rubbing my clit and took both of my breasts in his hands. Squeezing them hard he continued to fuck me with deep lunges. I could hear the slurping sounds coming from between my legs with each powerful thrust.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a second pair of hands on me. This time grabbing my head and turning it sideways. As I tried to protest against the sudden confusion a second cock was forced into my body. I swallowed the cock and sucked it deep into my mouth.

“That’s it baby, suck my cock deep,” I heard my husband say. I was soon wondering who it was fucking me when a second orgasm rushed through my body. I had to stop sucking my husband as I gasped for air and welcomed the slowing pace of the cock between my legs.

“Untie her Pete; I want to see her beautiful eyes as I fuck her again,” the strange voice said. “Only if she promises to be a good girl,” my husband chuckled.

I felt the blindfold being removed and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. But when they did I found myself looking up at a complete stranger. He was handsome and slightly older looking, maybe late 30s. My husband was to the left of me smiling down as he gently stroked his cock.

I was shocked and dumbfounded as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I had just been thoroughly fucked by a complete stranger without my knowledge, and I had enjoyed it.

“My, my you are a beautiful sight,” he said raising my legs onto his shoulders. “Pete, what’s going on?” I asked looking up at him. He didn’t answer. Instead he just smiled as he watched my eyes close and I felt the strangers cock push even deeper into my body.

I didn’t ask again. I gave up caring. I gave up worrying as my husband had obviously arranged this. Instead I tried to rock backwards and forwards with my legs up on this guys shoulder as he fucked me senseless. I felt him touch places I never knew existed and in turn, was treated to another blissful orgasm.

My legs were slowly lowered as he pulled out again and began to untie my arms. I was near worn out and my pussy was soaked as I felt her throbbing between my legs.

As I felt the rush of blood in my arms I was quickly pulled on top of my new lover. I looked at my husband as I suddenly felt uneasy. He was now standing by the side of the bed, still stroking his cock as he nodded his approval. I suddenly realised how much I wanted this.

I leaned forward resting on this guys shoulder as I removed my skirt. I then straddled him as I took a hold of his glistening cock. Now just in my stockings and heels I placed the cock to my entrance and looked into my husband’s eyes. I had never seen him look so horny. His eyes were filled with animal like lust and I wanted to please him.

Once again I was being fully stretched as I lowered myself onto his cock. It was rock solid and it felt amazing. Once the head squeezed past my lips, the rest quickly followed until I was sat right down on his cock. His moans turned me on as I began to steadily ride him. I went slowly at first as my pussy quickly accommodated his size. Then I went deeper and faster, slamming my pussy down hard onto his cock. His hands reached for my breasts, squeezing them before he gripped my arse cheeks and began to fuck me back. His groans grew louder as he powerfully slammed his cock up into my pussy.

I began to cum again, my nipples hardened as my pussy tightened around his cock. I began to jerk violently as I coated his cock in my juices. Then he sat up and held his breath, his body began to shake as I felt his cock twitch inside of me. I looked at my husband who was still stroking his cock, as our eyes met; we both knew I was being filled by another man’s hot, sticky load.

“Now be a good slut and clean my cock,” the guy said firmly. I climbed off of his cock and knelt on the bed between his legs. His cock was still firm as I took it into my mouth and started to curl my tongue around its head. I found the mixed taste of our juices to be highly arousing as I began to take more of him into my mouth.

This was too much for my husband, who obviously felt he had been watching far too long. He got onto the bed and pushed me forward, forcing the cock in my mouth to go deeper. He then slid two fingers into cum soaked pussy before rubbing the combined juices into my arsehole.

I pushed back into my husband as he rubbed his cock up against my anal opening. I winced with the pain at first as he pushed into me. He kept his cock in deep and slowly fucked me with short thrusts. My mind was on auto pilot as I sucked hard on the cock in my mouth whilst pushing back on my husband.

Soon enough both men had reached boiling point. I didn’t have another orgasm, but it still felt amazing as I got filled with cum at both ends. I quickly swallowed the salty cream being fired into my mouth as my husband finished filling my anal passage with his mess.