TED'S HORNY GIRLS (M/F,M+/F,M/f,M+/f,inc,preg) Part 1 (Chaps 1 & 2) of 3 by Art West Chapter 1: Fantasies and reality My wife Sharon was my ideal from the time we met. She is tall (only about an inch shorter than my 5ft 11in) and statuesque (big boned, with prominent, although not enormous breasts ... 38C). Even now at the age of 40 she has thick auburn hair which she wears long, and (for me quite a turn-on) her pubic hair is equally thick and auburn coloured. She was not my first sexual partner, but before my relationship with her my sex life had consisted of rather occasional encounters, interspersed with long periods of enforced celibacy during which I survived on fantasies, girlie magazines and masturbation. I was already 30 when we began going out, while she was still only 22. I was aware that she was not a virgin, but at the beginning I still imagined myself as the experienced partner, opening up new worlds to her. Only slowly did I come to realize that she had packed a lot more sexual experience into the years since she lost her cherry at age 17. After about six months of going out regularly we moved into together, and we seemed at that stage to be highly compatible. I got great satisfaction from sex with Sharon, and sort of assumed that she did too. I didn't make great sexual demands, and had no desire to look for any more pussy than what I had from Sharon. When she fell pregnant a few months later, I was if anything delighted to seal our relationship by getting married, and so we became Mr and Mrs Ted Grant at a traditional wedding. Baby Samantha arrived six months' later, on Sharon's 24th birthday. About 18 months later, the family was completed by the arrival of our second daughter Selina. I fantasized much about sexual adventures, but in reality my sex drive did, if anything, seem to diminish over the years, while Sharon's increased. From early on in our marriage, however, I could get very turned on when, at my insistence, Sharon described her earlier sexual experiences to me. I got a vicarious thrill out of hearing these stories, especially when they involved previous boyfriends whom we still saw socially. The thought of their hands fondling her tits and pussy, and their cocks entering her orifices could give me an instant hard-on, and increasingly I needed this stimulation to get me sufficiently aroused to make satisfactory love. One of my favourite stories was of the time she and a girl friend, both then aged 19, spent a two week holiday touring Spain, and had a private competition to see who would have the largest number of lovers. I continually pressured Sharon to recall more and more detail of each occasion. In recent years, however, the excitement of hearing her tell of these experiences has started to wane as I have become increasingly familiar with her adventures. I thus started urging her to weave fantasies involving current colleagues, friends and strangers. It turned out that she had a great imagination, and could regularly produce new and incredibly hot stories, which really blew new life into our sex life. As our girls reached teenage years, she started also to suggest stories of what they might be doing while out with their boyfriends, teasing me that I would really like to spy on them, or perhaps even to take the place of their boyfriends. The fantasies around Samantha and Selina drove me even wilder as I made love to her, although I started to fantasize that it was one of the girls I was fucking and not Sharon. Fantasy started to turn into reality about a year ago, not long after Sharon's 39th (and Samantha's 15th) birthday. Sharon is still in excellent physical condition and good shape. Her boobs are still sufficiently firm, so that she can carry off the sexiest outfits without a bra, while her long smooth tanned legs are the stuff dreams are made of. She makes a good living from the advertising agency where she works part-time, and this enables her to maintain an excellent wardrobe for herself (which she needs for her job anyway), and the girls. The girls (at 15 and 13) had developed a marvellous dress sense, although it had not escaped my attention that Sharon urged them to wear some pretty daring sexy outfits at times, and many's the time I could feel my cock stirring as I watched them leave with dates. I think I shall always remember that night on which these adventures really started. Sharon had got me hard with a couple of hot fantasy stories. In one story, during a night away at an advertising convention, and after a few too many after-dinner drinks, she had gotten into a silly bet with her boss (Paul, a senior partner, but in fact aged only about 35) on the result of a football match showing on the TV in the bar. The loser would carry out any forfeit the winner devised. She lost, and she had to remove the bra she was wearing below her filmy semi-transparent blouse, and give it to the barman. She had to stay drinking in the bar for at least another hour. By the end of the hour, she was so horny on the drink and exhibitionism that she readily agreed to spend the night with Paul in his room, where they fucked three times. In the second story, she had been lunching with a prospective client. At the end of lunch he asked her what she would do to get the contract, and she had replied: "I'll do anything". He said: "OK, then come with me to the motel up the road, which rents rooms by the hour". She went with him, and he made her stand with him at the reception desk while he booked and paid for the room, and while the clerk looked her up and down lecherously with a smirk. Once in the room, he lay on his back on the bed. She had to take down his trousers, strip naked herself, and suck his cock until he was hard. Then she had to ride him to climax. These were the hottest fantasies she had come up with in months, and telling them seemed to get Sharon hot as well. She pushed me on to my back, and started riding me energetically, crying out as orgasms overtook her. I was nearing climax when suddenly she gasped out: "What would you say .... aaah ... aah ... if I told you that these stories were .... aaah ... aah ... NOT fantasies?" "Wha ... What are you trying to say?", I managed to grunt out. "The stories I told you are not make believe .... I actually did these things. I have regularly been fucking both Paul and my client Bob Henderson since these events happen". As this sunk in to my befuddled brain, it seemed that my cock grew by another 20%; I bucked against Sharon harder than I had done in years as the images of her fucking the other two men flooded through my brain. Very soon I came, spewing out gallons of spunk in one of the most intense climaxes I had ever experienced. As we lay with our passions subsiding, however, some doubts came to the fore. Had I heard right? Was Sharon regularly taking other lovers? Could I deal with this now that the passion of our coupling was past? Sharon broke into my thoughts: "You really got off on that didn't you? You're really a perverted voyeur at heart, aren't you?" she teased. "I think you would get off on it even more intensely if you could actually see me making love to Paul, or Bob, or maybe others". I was literally speechless, and my mouth just opened and shut soundlessly, at which she laughed: "That says more than any words ever could!". Sharon rolled over to the one side, and idly ran her fingers up and down my chest as she continued: "We could do it quite easily, you know". "What do you mean?" Sharon seemed to have it all worked out: "You remember that the girls are going away for the weekend on their school trip, don't you? Well, I can tell both Paul and Bob that you are also away for the day at a convention, and that we could work undisturbed here on completing Bob's project. I'm sure that they both know, or at least strongly suspect, that I am fucking the other. So it will not take much from my side to precipitate some pretty hot action." "With both together" I gasped. "For sure! I'm woman enough, and it'll give you more to see!" "But where am I supposed to be all the time?" "The garage!", said Sharon. Now our house is built on a slope, and the garage is about half a floor higher than our living area. The steps descend into the kitchen, but the garage shares a wall with the living room The garage seems to have been added on after the house was built, and there are ventilation panels in this wall, almost at ceiling level in the living room, but at mid-wall height in the garage. One can see easily into the living room from the garage, and we, in fact, often call to each other through the panel. If the garage doors are shut and the lights are out, however, you can't see anything from the living room. So Sharon's idea was simple. I could secrete myself in the garage with enough refreshment for the day. (We have a small refrigerator in there in any case.) She would shift the furniture so that the three-seater sofa faced towards this wall, with a coffee table in front of it. Almost as if I was watching myself from far off, I heard my own rather hoarse voice whispering "OK". Sharon smiled, leaned over to kiss me, and went off to shower, leaving me lying on the bed wondering what have I done?? Chapter 2: Sharon's lovers Over the next few days I moved almost in robotic fashion. We saw the girls off on Friday for their school trip, wearing outfits that would have had them sent home instantly in my day. On Saturday morning I placed a chair and a variety of snacks in the garage, with enough beers in the fridge for the day. Sharon's outfit alone was enough to give me a hard-on, and make me want to change my mind. She wore a green top having a halter neck which crossed over her breasts (rather in the fashion of "cross-your-heart" bras), with the two ends tapering down to ribbon width going round her back, and to the front again, where it was tied in a bow. This left a couple of inches of bare midriff above a short flared white skirt. Her legs were bare, and she wore just a pair of gold-coloured sandals that was little more than an expensive pair of beach thongs. With her hair down, she looked about 25, not nearly 40! I drove out at around 10am, and left the car at a parking lot some three blocks away. I returned on foot along a service lane running behind the houses, in through the kitchen and up to the garage, locking the door behind me. I tried to open a beer while I waited, but my hand shook so much that I spilt about a third of it. Paul arrived first, a little before 11am. The two of them sat on the sofa and started kissing quite passionately, while Paul clearly hand his hand inside her top fondling her breasts. The sound of their heavy breathing came through quite clearly to where I was sitting. Ten minutes later, however, Bob arrived which called a halt to their petting. For the next about 90 minutes nothing of excitement happened, and I began to wonder whether Sharon had read their intentions correctly. At that point, they seemed to have concluded the work they had wanted to do, and Sharon stood up. She told them that she had prepared a light lunch and could open a bottle of wine, but excused herself first to go to the toilet. The two men watched her lecherously as she left, and as soon as she was out of earshot Bob muttered: "God, Sharon's looking hot today; I've been sitting with a hard-on most of the time". Paul laughed: "That's two of us! Her old man is out until after 6 tonight, her kids are away for the weekend, and I think she's game for anything. There's plenty of her to go around, so I suggest we co-operate rather than compete", at which they shook hands. It was quite a turn on hearing these guys talking of my wife in this crude manner. A few minutes later, Sharon came through with the wine and snacks. They each took a glass of wine, and the three of them settled back on the sofa sipping their drinks, with Sharon in the middle of course. "Here's to a job well done", said Paul raising his glass, to which Bob responded "And to a beautiful sexy lady". They clinked glasses. Almost as if rehearsed, the two guys each dropped a hand on to Sharon's knees. "Hey", smiled Sharon, "this is not very professional!", but made no effort to remove their hands as she leaned backwards and sipped her wine. Paul took another sip of wine, put the glass down, and then took Sharon's glass from her and put it down. He leaned towards Sharon and started kissing her while his hand moved up to fondle her breast. Bob, in the meantime, watched benignly, still sipping his wine while idly running his hand up and down Sharon's inner thigh, gradually moving her skirt ever higher. Paul and Sharon's kissing became more intense, as his hand found and untied the bow holding her top; in one quick jerk, he pulled the entire garment off and threw it over the back of the sofa. His lips tracked down from her mouth over her neck and down to the closest nipple, while his other hand continued to fondle the other naked tit. Sharon was already beginning to moan audibly, and her breathing became much heavier. Bob's hand had by this time pushed her skirt all the way up to her crotch, revealing that she was not wearing panties! As Bob's fingers stroked through the thick bush of her pubic hair and entered her vaginal opening, I nearly shot my load in sheer excitement. Sharon started tearing at Paul's shirt and trousers, and soon had him stripped. He brought her head down to his crotch, where she started sucking noisily on his now fully engorged cock. As she did this, she moved more on to her knees, with her ass directed towards Bob. He licked at her pussy for a few minutes, then stood up to remove his own clothing before also removing her skirt. Bob then knelt behind her, and entered her from behind while one hand reached around to rub her clit. With one cock in her mouth and the other deep in her pussy, Sharon was driven over the edge, and her moans became screams of ecstasy. The two men were obviously not going to last long, and sure enough within a few minutes both were gasping and jerking as they pumped their semen into Sharon's two willing orifices. In sympathy with them, I came in one of the tissues I had with me. As the two guys softened, I could see Sharon's lips and cunt muscles still trying to milk the last few drops out of them. All three dropped back on to the sofa, looking quite exhausted! Sharon was quick to recover, however, and was soon re-filling wine glasses and passing snacks around. Once she had nibbled a couple of sandwiches, she took her wine glass, and seated herself between the two guys, crosslegged with her feet tucked under her, seemingly oblivious of the semen leaking out of her wide open pussy. As Paul and Bob started to recover, they again started to run their hands over Sharon's body. Sharon, in her turn, would kiss (wet noisy open- mouthed kisses) first one guy, then the other, then back to the first and so on, and gradually their pricks lost their flaccid look. At some point, Sharon spilt her wine all over Bob, and with giggling apology carefully licked it all up. "That's no fair ... what about me", complained Paul; so she deliberately poured even more over him and repeated the performance. One of the guys then picked up a bowl of ice cream that was in a cooler on the coffee table, but which had become rather soft by now, and poured it all over Sharon's tits, to the accompaniment of shrill shrieks from her. As the molten ice cream ran down her breasts, over her stomach, and on to her crotch and thighs, the two men began licking it all off (more giggles from Sharon). By the time she had more-or-less been cleaned up, Paul was rock hard again. Sharon pushed him bag into the seat, and then straddled him, holding hard on to his penis while she first rubbed it along her pussy lips, before inserting it into her vagina and sitting down hard. Slowly at first, but with increasing tempo, she bounced up and down on his cock, and was soon having one shuddering climax after the next. She pressed her mouth down hard against his, and even from my vantage point I could see their tongues doing battle, sometimes outside their mouths, sometimes with mouths locked together. Their bodies glistened with sweat, but they held tightly on to each other almost in desperation as the coupling became more and more intense. The raw animal passion was incredibly exciting to watch, and I wanked in time with them so hard that it hurt. It seemed to go on for ever, but it had to end. With a huge groan, Paul reached climax and pumped his seed deep into Sharon's womb. Paul might have been through, but not Sharon! As soon as Paul's jerking started to die down, she lifted herself off of him, and sat herself down on Bob, his cock immediately disappearing up to the hilt in her presumably VERY juicy pussy. There was almost no interruption in the action, as Sharon just continued her bouncing and French kissing with Bob. She appeared to have 2 or 3 more orgasms, judging by her screams and shudders, before Bob started to pump his seed to join that of Paul's in her womb. Sharon was still lying with her head on Bob's shoulder as their passion subsided, when the doorbell rang. "Oh fuck", said Sharon. "Oh god" echoed Bob, "that's young Colin Carr. I'd forgotten about him". "Colin is my technical assistant. He needed to go out to one of our factories today, but didn't have transport. I let him use my car. He dropped me here this morning, and had to return to pick me up unless I called him!". Sharon got up from straddling Bob, and walked to the window where she peeped through the drapes. "He's quite a hunk", she said. "Yes", agreed Bob, "the rumours are that he has bedded half the women in the company!". "Well then, I'd better let him in" said Sharon, walking out of the room towards the hall, still totally naked. I could hear the door open, and Sharon's voice saying brightly: "I guess you're Colin who has bedded half the women in your company. Come on in!". Well, I can't say what his faced looked like when this beautiful naked woman opened the door, but he obviously regained his composure quickly, because when they entered the room, they had their arms around each other. Colin was a tall muscular-looking figure, definitely no more than 25 years old. Sharon dropped into an easy chair, spread her legs wide open, and said: "Come on, stud ... fuck me!". He was not slow in obliging. His t-shirt, jeans and underpants were on the floor in seconds, revealing a truly monstrous organ at full erection. "Ooo!" said Sharon. Colin moved between her outstretched legs, and plunged straight in. Sharon lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, and grasped his buttocks in her hands to pull him hard against herself. One wouldn't have thought that she had shut had numerous orgasms, as within a very short time she was crying out again as further climaxes racked her body. This Colin had incredible stamina, and he must have pumped into her for a good ten minutes before shooting his load to join those of the other two. The show was, to my disappointment, however, now over. Both Paul and Bob realized that it was much later than they had thought, and hastily dressed and took their leave (Colin going with Bob, of course). As they left, Sharon remained lying back in the chair where she had been fucked by Colin, and sleepily told them to find their own way out. As the cars were heard departing, she smiled up at the ventilation opening and beckoned lazily to me. I nearly fell down the steps getting to her. I was so turned on by the scenes I had witnessed over the past few hours, that in spite of having come twice in my tissues, my balls were aching with the need to fuck Sharon right there and then. As I reached her, however, she simply pushed my head down into her crotch, and told me to lick her out. Her pussy was unbelievably juicy from her own lubrication and the four loads of cum leaking out, and had a quite rich aroma. But I complied, and for probably 10 or 15 minutes I licked and licked and licked, swallowing her juices and undoubtedly a lot of come. Eventually she relented, and I was able to mount her for one of the most exciting and satisfying fucks I had ever had with her. And that was not the end. After showering (together) and sleeping for a while, we fucked again. That night we slept in each other's arms, and made love again the next morning as we woke up. It had been many years since I had been able to come so often in less than 24 hours. One thing was for sure: I loved Sharon. But I had now come to realize that if I was to enjoy maximum and long-lasting sexual gratification with her, I was going to have to share her with many other men, and often. Where possible, I would watch, but otherwise I would have to rely on her graphic descriptions. Sometimes, this may mean some humiliation for me, but it was the price I was going to have to pay. I started looking forward to a much richer and varied sex life than I had ever thought possible.