Expanding her Horizons I.

I was at the top of the stairs and was heading for the 
bathroom when I turned my head to look along the dark 
hallway in to our bedroom. There was my wife with her 
white towelling robe wrapped round her rummaging 
through her chest of draws for underwear; she lifted 
out her black and red thong that matched the black 
Basque with the red roses on it. My heart skipped a 
beat and my cock twitched with excitement it reminded 
me of why I was upstairs in the first place, the 
bathroom. I headed in to take care of business, once 
finished I noticed that when she had her bath she 
shaved her legs, armpits and maybe trimmed her bush. 
Wow was I in for a good night now the kids were in bed 
asleep? It certainly looked liked it so as I left the 
room I glanced down the hall and saw her naked with 
her back to me, she turned slightly and my eyes got 
wide fast. She was completely shave, nothing, bare. 
Something I had asked her to do for years, but she’d 
always refused or done it and complained about it. 
Swallowing deep I couldn’t wait for her to come down 
stairs and take me to heaven. 

Sure enough I heard the familiar creak on the stairs of 
heels shoes and my cock twitched some more. Then she 
appeared at the door. My stomach shivered, my eyes widened, 
my heart beat faster and I found it hard to breath. There 
she stood in the highest heels she had in a matt black 
at least 5 inches, she’d not worn these in ages, citing 
they hurt her. The black stockings were sheer and as she 
turned slightly to reach her hand bag I saw they were 
seamed – my favourite. Over the stocking of her right 
leg was the silver anklet I had bought her, it being a 
bit of a fetish of mine. The seam of the stocking lead 
my eyes to the skirt she had on, it was black and just 
above the knee, but had a delicious slit up the thigh. 
The slit was not slutty nor was it conservative, it 
was just nice, the slit emphasized her sexiness and I 
looked towards her breasts, the low cut top did little 
to contain her ample 40Bs. I stared with my mouth hung 
open like a dog drooling for a juicy bone. Her lips 
were a deep red, her eyes were dark and heavily made 
up and I then noticed the scarlet nail varnish on her 
fingers. I only noticed them as she was counting out 
condoms and placing in her bag. This was getting 
better, she was going to play the hooker for me and 
make me use one, oh what a night this would be. 
Standing side on she bent forward and looked across 
the room at me, and a smile was forming over her red 
lips. 

“Do you like what you see then baby?” she asked with 
her sexiest voice. 

“What’s not to like, you look hot, really hot.” I 
replied as I started to get up.

“Stay there for a minute. I want you to look at me, 
think about what I am going to be doing soon.” She 
looked right into my eyes.

“Oh I am thinking alright. Why don’t you get over here 
and tell me what you’re charging” I smiled. She looked 
at me and then frowned a little. From a small carrier 
bag she produced two pairs of metal handcuffs, and 
walked towards me grinning.

“Oh you’re feeling a bit naughty are you” I asked, 
smiling, I couldn’t wait to raise that skirt and feast 
on her body. 

“Left hand please.” And took it and slipped a cuff on. 

“And now the other one please” and I raised my right 
hand, only for her to slip the cuff round the wrist. 
She pulled me up using the cuffs which hurt a little. 

“I think I’m going to have to put your hands behind 
your back” she said with firmness in her voice as I 
reached with both hands for her breast. 

“ok I surrender” I chuckled expecting her to kiss me 
or let me loose on her beautiful tits. She undid the 
cuff and pushed my hands behind my back and I heard he 
click, click, click as she fastened it. Her hands went 
to my belt and began to unbuckle it, the button popped 
soon after and then she used her lovely red 
fingernails to slide down my zip. My trousers were 
lowered to my ankles as she slowly knelt in front of 
me. My cock was straining to be freed from my boxers 
her fingers danced across the front of me crotch 
making me twitch and jump. Looking up at me she licked 
her lips and the light glinted off them. Her 
fingernails traced up to the waistband of my boxers 
and stopped. 

“Remember what you wanted me to do, one of your 
fantasies?” she purred. I nodded, she was going to 
make up a story of her with a lover. Or was she going 
to be the housewife hooker that has been working all 
day to make ends meet. Or was she going to … my 
thoughts were interrupted by her fingers slipping 
inside the waistband and her nails scratching my skin 
as she lowered them to my knees alongside my trousers. 
She formed her mouth in to a perfect O shape and 
breathed her hot breath on my tip making it shiver and 
my heart skip a beat. She teased me by pulling away, 
and sitting back on her heels. 

“I think you need to sit down” she said with a grin. 
“Then I can tell you what I am going to do.” Standing 
up she walked towards me and pushed me backwards on to 
the middle of the sofa. She walked away from me 
forcing me to watch her ass as she swayed her hips. 
Taking a hold of her handbag she brought it to an arm 
chair, and set it down. She sauntered over to me and 
leaned forward allowing me a look down her top. Her 
breasts were encased in the ‘oh so sexy’ black Basque, 
and the edges of a couple of red roses were poking 
above the neckline of her top. I leant forward to 
nuzzle between them but she pulled back. I could not 
lift up to get closer due to the cuffs and the 
trousers round my ankles. Her red nail scrapped over 
my tip making my entire body shake and shiver. 

“Now my dear husband, for ages you have wanted to have 
me take a lover.” She stepped backwards and ran her 
hands over her chest. “You wanted me to date another 
man, to kiss him, to let him touch my tits” Her hands 
demonstrated the movements. “You want him to run his 
hands up my thighs.” She leaned forward and lifted the 
hem of her skirt and ran her red nailed hands up to 
the tops of the stockings and to the milky white flesh 
above them, then she let the skirt drop. She walked to 
the dining room chair and lifted her small black 
trench coat and put it on. She was really making me 
want her now. In the distance a car horn tooted three 
times, she lifted her handbag and smiled. 

“Well that’s him now” she giggled.

“What? I’m sorry what did you say?” I shook my head to 
try and lift the haze of excitement from my mind.

“I said that’s him now. My lover. You know the man I 
am going to be going on a date with and, if he’s lucky, 
fucking his brains out later.” She turned and began to 
walk to the hall.

“What? What you mean?” I tried to get up but she said 
quickly 

“You wanted me to have a lover, well I found someone 
to play with and he’s waiting. See you later.” And she 
again started for the door, then stopped.

“Mind you it might be a case of don’t wait up” she 
giggled and was gone. I jumped up, and went to walk 
but tripped on my trousers round my knees and landed 
heavily on my side. I wriggled the cuffs off, they 
were the ones you can get in novelty shops and you can 
easily open them if needs be. Stumbled up and yanked 
up my trousers up and headed for the door. My phone 
beeped with a text message but I ignored it and got to 
the front door and outside in time to see a black BMW 
turn out of our street and out of sight. 

I raced back in and grabbed my phone to call my wife 
but the call went straight to her voice mail. She had 
turned off her phone. I looked at the text message, it 
was from her. It was long, she must have written it in 
advance and sent it when she got in the car. I read it 
and tried to take it in. ‘Darling for years you wanted 
me to have sex with other men so by the time you read 
this I will be in his car heading for a night with him. 
Sorry I handcuffed you but you wanted it now you have 
it. I love you so I am going to try this. Maybe I will 
enjoy it and we can carry on. XX.’ The stories on the 
internet sprang to mind, and the phrase ‘be careful 
what you wish for, it might come true. 

I hit reply and typed ‘I will wait up for you. 
I love you. This is great. I would not have stopped you. 
I hope you have fun.’ 
I hit send and put the phone on the table next 
to my laptop. I tried logging on to websites. I tried 
typing up notes. I shut the laptop down. I turned on 
the TV, I surfed the channels, I tried a DVD or five. 
Nothing was able to occupy my mind, one minute I was 
full of fear or jealousy and grabbed for the phone to 
send a text to say STOP I DIDN’T MEAN IT, or PLEASE 
DON’T or things like that. Then I would get an image 
of my super sexy wife in her Basque, and heels giving 
her new lover head, or his head between her legs and I 
would get hard again and again. I wanted to make my 
self cum over and over, and I almost got to the edge a 
few times. All this and she had been gone only two 
hours it was now 10 pm. I finally gave up and laid on 
the sofa and turned on the TV. Some mundane show 
blurbed out and tried to fill the room. But without 
her there and knowing she was maybe in the arms of a 
lover or in his bed made the room empty. Adverts 
started, and some cleaning agent was shown, ‘It will 
clean anything’ it said. Pity it never cleaned my mind 
a year or so ago I thought. 

We had been married for close on 18 years and from day 
one of meeting her I loved more than anyone I’d ever 
known. She’d always kept her hair long it was a brown 
colour with the odd fleck of red in it and she always 
looked hot and sexy in my eyes. She gained some weight 
over the years after two kids, most women do, but even 
then I wanted her. Her green eyes would capture me 
when she would look in my eyes and she’d only have to 
walk near me for me to want to reach out and grab her 
and pull her into kisses and hope it would lead to 
more. But I had a fantasy, a fetish, a desire to see 
my beautiful wife in the arms of another man, to see 
him kiss her, touch her, excite her, to slide inside 
her and make her cum. I wanted a man to take her with 
a big cock, to stretch her, make her wet make her pant 
and cum hard. Then I wanted to slide my own cock in 
her and to reclaim her body. 

She had always been a good sexual partner for me. I 
could make her cum hard enough to make her pass out. 
Before the kids came along we had made love outside, 
had been adventurous. But now, it was all very 
familiar, both of us could predict how the other would 
start or move next. It wasn’t boring by no means, 
since the kids she had allowed us to use a vibrator 
and that had been fun. We’d used alcopop bottles, and 
once a cucumber. The nearest I ever got to having her 
like I had wanted was to use a large lubricant tube to 
open her, she came from it and then I slide in, she 
moaned “I can’t feel you, are you in me?” I just 
couldn’t hold back and came in huge spurts into her. 
It was wonderful. 

The memory was in full force when I heard my phone 
beep from the table, I raced like an Olympic sprinter 
to get to it. Peering at the illuminated screen it was 
a text message from her. ‘Had a nice meal and drink in 
a bar now heading for somewhere quiet. Looks like you 
better not wait up. xxx’ My heart thumped rapidly in 
my chest. What could I say back, ‘go for it’? ‘Don’t 
do it’? ‘Come home, I’m sorry’? My usually thinking 
brain, not the one in my pants, could only type ‘ok’ I 
mean you wife’s gone out on a date with another man, a 
new lover, fulfilling your ultimate fantasy and all I 
could reply was ‘ok’.

As the light of the phone dimmed, so did my 
butterflies in my stomach. Only to be replaced with a 
nagging sensation of ‘what have I done?’ I settled 
back on the sofa and looked at the TV, the man and 
woman on screen hugged immediately I pictured her in 
his arms and I got hard yet again. This was torture, 
my head was swinging back and forth between ‘this is 
great’ and ‘oh God what have I done’. It was so 
confusing. I tried to watch the TV but it was no use 
nothing would push the images of my wife with him out 
of my mind. My eyes opened with a start and I looked 
at the clock, the hands said 12.20, as I came to I 
thought about bed then remembered she was out, the fog 
of sleep disappeared straight away and I rushed to the 
table and grabbed the phone. Nothing! Placing it back 
on the table I went in the kitchen and got a drink of 
water to ease the dry feeling in my throat. 

Water sprayed across the side as I coughed in reaction 
to my phone bleeping as if to say ‘ha ha got you’. I 
lunged at it and the name on the top of the message 
was my wife. I read it and stopped in my tracks. 
Putting the phone on the table I took a deep breath 
and picked it up and read it again. ‘Don’t expect me 
til late. He is amazing. Three times and still wants 
more. Will text when I am on the way back’.
She’d done it. She’d found a man, dressed to seduce 
him, teased me, gone out on a date. Now she was in his 
bed. Now she was having sex with only the second man 
ever. What could I reply? I didn’t want to send an OK 
again and sound like I didn’t care. I didn’t want to 
sound too happy or sad about it. I typed the keys and 
read back “Have fun. Love you. Thank You. Tell me 
about it later.” I didn’t expect a reply but one 
flashed back . “No. Thank You” 

Well that wasn’t what I expected. I had imagined a ‘I 
hate you’ or something about ‘you made me do this’ or 
‘I hope you are pleased I am a slut now’. Sitting with 
a hard on, on the sofa I watched the flickering box in 
the corner without taking anything in. The old clock 
on the wall chimes 1 am. Then 2 am. At 2.07 my phone 
bleeped and I looked at the screen. ‘I’m on the way. 
Love you xx’. If it was even possible my hard on was 
now even harder.

The familiar sound of a key rattling in the lock 
happened at 2.30 and in she walked. Her hair that had 
originally been up in a clip was now down flowing 
across her shoulders and looked ruffled. Her lipstick 
had lost is glossy glint, and her stocking seams were 
askew and she had a glow to her skin.

“Hey you, I thought you would be in bed.” She smiled 
looking radiant.

“How can I go to bed knowing you are out doing 
whatever.” I replied with the butterflies in my 
stomach making way for tap dancing elephants.

“You mean who, not whatever.” She grinned. “Oh and the 
who, is called Karl.”

“Who’s Karl?” I asked, she’d never mentioned him 
before. She walked to me and kissed me on the lips, I 
wrapped her in my arms and she pulled away slowly. She 
was glowing, smiling and full of confidence. Using her 
hands she pushed me back to the sofa and then told me 
to sit on the floor. She moved round me and I caught a 
glimpse down her top at the bites on her breast. There 
were three ‘hickeys’ as the Americans call them. I 
went to say something when she pressed her finger to 
my lips.

“He’s left his marks on me darling, you may want to 
push me away when you see me under these clothes.”

“I won’t.” I tried to reassure her. As I lowered 
myself to the floor she sat on the sofa and slowly 
parted her stockinged thighs. The black smooth 
material made way to the soft milky white flesh above. 
Just slightly above was a mouth shaped bruise on her 
right thigh. I stopped for a second taken slightly 
aback. She looked down at me and appeared worried.

“Wow darling, he’s left one here as well, I’d love to 
see if there are any more?” My voice reassured her.
“Find out!” she replied. She wanted to spread her legs 
but the skirt was tight enough not to allow it. She 
stood, towering over me in her high heels and looked 
down on me and told be to reach round and unzip her 
skirt. As I leaned into her my face pressed against 
the front of her skirt I could smell the odour of sex 
coming from behind the thin black material. My fingers 
fumbled with the zip at first but the came under 
control and then the clip was undone. Her hands came 
to the waistband of the skirt and she used her knee to 
move me back a little. Very slowly she inched the 
skirt down her thighs until I could see the black 
thong appear and the roses seemed to taunt me saying 
they had seen more action tonight than I had, as they 
slipped into view. As the black material hit the floor 
my eyes focused on another ‘love bite’ just above the 
line of the thong. In the back of my throat I groaned 
with pleasure. She took off her top to reveal the rest 
of her magnificent body encased in that super black 
Basque.

“Now baby,” she cooed, “time for you to kiss my sore 
parts better.” 

“Sore?” I asked somewhat stupidly.

“Yes, did you think I wouldn’t want to expand my 
horizons with someone bigger? You said you would love 
me to have sex with a bigger cock.”

“Yes, … I … well I didn’t think you would, I thought 
you would go with someone the same size” I said in 
amazement. She laughed and the voluptuous flesh atop 
the Basque shook temptingly.

“Karl is bigger than you darling. You are what 5 or 6 
inches?” It was a rhetorical question, “well Karl is 
about 9 inches long and thick. Oh God is it thick.” 
She moaned out the last sentence and shivers took her 
body. I reached for the thong and her nails dug into 
my hands, as I looked up she was shaking her head to 
stop me.

“I want you!” I begged. 

“First you have to suck my tits, then you have to lick 
me and while you are licking me I will tell you about 
tonight. That’s if you want to hear it.”

“Yes I do … please, yes … tell me about you and Karl.” 
Her hands went to her breast and she lifted one then 
the other out, my mouth dropped open at the sight. The 
original three ‘love bites’ were alongside another 
five or six, accompanying them were some imprints of 
his hands on her tender white flesh and her nipples 
were hard and redder than I had ever seen before. 

“He sucked them a lot and gripped them and made me beg 
for him to bite me. He was in total control of me.” 
She now looked more nervous than ever. I stood and 
gently kissed each nipples and ran my tongue over them. 
Once I had toyed with her nipples I gently kissed the 
whole breast flesh making her shiver. 

“Mmmmmmm yes that is baby, make them feel better, they 
need some gentle touches.” Her head went back and a 
moan escaped from her lips, the lips that had kissed 
another man for the first time in 18 years of marriage. 
On her neck under her long hair was a ‘love bite’. 
This really challenged me as she had always banned me 
from biting her where it could be seen, now here she 
was with a lovers ‘mark’ on her neck. 

“Enough!” she panted. And I stopped. Through her deep 
breathing she rested her hands on my shoulders and 
looked through her hair and told me to lay down on the 
floor. I did as she asked. 

“You made my tits feel so much better, but there is 
somewhere else that need your gentle lips” standing 
astride me she hooked her fingers into the thong and 
gentle drew it down. But she stopped. 

“Close your eyes” she told me. I did. When your eyes 
are closed your other senses are boosted. My ears 
detected the swishing of thong on stocking, my nose 
smelt the musky odour coming from this stunning 
goddess above me. My skin felt the tiny current of air 
that she created as she removed the thong completely 
and threw it to the floor besides my head. I felt the 
movement of her as she began to straddle my face. It 
was then I remembered that she had completely shaved 
herself for her new lover as her smooth, silky bare 
pussy rested upon my lips. Without being told my 
tongue jetted from my mouth and touched her sensitive 
body. She whimpered above me and shivered.

“OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” she moaned out. “Oh 
darling make my soreness go away.” I licked kissed and 
nuzzled the soft wet flesh of her open body, and all 
without looking. I sneaked a peek at her pussy, it was 
very red and angry looking, and tasted so sweet. 

“There is no cum in there, I made him wear a condom.” 
She looked down at me. “Actually he wore four. Each 
time he had me.” My cock was throbbing, aching and had 
she touched it then and there I would have exploded 
all over her hands.

“Ok now go nice and slow and I will tell you about my 
night out.” She purred. “When I left you I got in his 
car and he drove out of the street. I take it your got 
the text I sent you?”

“Yes darling” I said somewhat muffled under her.

“Well first we went to a nice little restaurant and 
ate, then to a bar for a drink or two. I think we made 
an impression on one or two people there.”

“Really, how?” I asked, in desperate need of hearing 
what she was capable of.

“Well there was a dance floor and, as you know, I 
don’t like dancing as a rule, but Karl got me in his 
arms and only two songs in he was feeling my bum and 
gently lifting my skirt showing off my thong and bum 
to everyone. I told him to stop or I’d go back home 
and he did.” She really didn’t like dancing, and in 
our 20+ years together I had danced with her a total 
of 4 times. Yet here she was on her first ‘date’ with 
him and she was dancing with him.

“Well after another song we settled in a booth and was 
kissing, and before you ask yes there were tongues and 
yes he was fondling my body as he did it. He whispered 
in my ear that older women in stockings and suspenders 
made him hard and to prove it he pushed my hand onto 
his cock. It was hard, long and thick. I knew then 
that even if you wanted me to stop I don’t think I 
could have. 

“You said older women? How old is he?” I asked with a 
little trepidation.

“Karl?. She paused and giggled. “Karl is 26 and very 
athletic. He plays for a rugby team or something.” The 
look in her eyes was like she was drifting off in to a 
pleasant memory of him. Shivering she ground her mound 
against my face a little hard and then eased herself 
off a little. My wife was now a cougar.

“Karl took me by the hand and we got back in his car 
and drove off, that’s when I sent you the text telling 
you we off to somewhere quiet. Well the place was his 
house, we drove in and parked and he lead me by the 
hand through his door and without saying a word kissed 
me, gripped my breast and pressed that wonderful hard, 
cock against me.”

Visions of her in his arms flooded my mind and I 
groaned a little. My cock twitched repeated for 
release, and I wanted so bad to slide inside her and 
fill her with my cum. She then continued.

“He looked me in the eyes and said that there was a 
cab number on the sideboard by his phone, and if I 
wanted to back out now all I had to do was dial it and 
he would understand. Did I tell you he knows I am 
married? In fact one of the first things he said in 
the car tonight as we drove away was how lucky you are 
to have a sexy woman like me in bed every night.” He 
was right there. Sure things weren’t 100% wonderful 
all the time. Married life isn’t but My wife was great 
in so many ways.

“Where was I?” she said as she lifted off my mouth, 
and stared into space as if lost in thought. “Ah yes. 
I looked at Karl and told him to take me to bed before 
I changed my mind. We went up the stairs and he opened 
the door. Darling I have to say that his bed is huge, 
and the black silk sheets on it looked soooo inviting. 
I walked in and turned to face him and he shed his 
clothes down to his boxers, it was then I saw what a 
huge bulge he had and I felt nervous all over again. 
But there was something that was telling me that this 
was something I needed to try. He approached me and 
began to kiss me his hands disappear behind me ad in 
an instant my skirt slipped to the floor, my top 
followed and then he gently backed me to the bed. I 
sat on the edge and he stood in front of him and 
looked up. Darling I could read his mind through his 
eyes. They begged me to taste him. I slipped his 
boxers down his legs and I just could not believe it! 
I mean it was, big, but wow it shone in the dimly lit 
room. I just needed to taste it. It was a bit hard, ha 
ha sorry about the pun here, but it was hard to get my 
mouth round it at first. But I managed it. Aren’t you 
proud of me?”

“I am darling always” I replied, after all what else 
could a man say to such a sexy woman?

“Well once I had done it for a minute or two he gently 
pushed my shoulders back and I laid on the bed for him. 
I closed my eyes and thought how much you loved me and 
I almost got up, but then I felt his hands take off 
the thong and instantly his mouth was on me. Just like 
you are doing now, and it was very good. Trust me, my 
body shook and I felt like I had mini explosions in my 
pussy and tummy all at once. His face looked up and me 
and was covered in my juice. I felt so alive and yet 
so terrible. No one but you had done that to me. He 
stood over me and my body was soaking with sweat. I am 
telling you darling my pussy was gushing I was 
soaking.”

I could imagine that. Whenever we had sex she was 
always wet. And it was always hot inside.

“Karl told me to move up the bed a little, once I had 
he climbed between my legs, and slowly rubbed that 
huge pole against my opening. I was so wet darling and 
I was panting for him. I wanted it in me all of it, I 
didn’t know if it would fit but I wanted it so badly. 
He leaned towards me and the tip slipped between my 
lips, and it was followed by the rest of him. I was 
amazed that the tip slid in, it took him 15 minutes to 
get all of the monster in me. Darling I took it all in 
me, all nine inches in me. I felt it in me so deep. No 
one has been that deep before, sorry darling but it 
was intense. REALLY intense. I was panting and I 
remembered this was the first time together and I 
managed to say that I wanted him in a condom. He 
smiled and withdrew himself slowly. Oh God it felt 
like he was dragging my pussy inside out.” She 
squirmed against me and lifted herself clear of my 
face. It was then I saw the stretched open pussy over 
my face.

“That’s enough of that for now. Do you want to cum 
now?” she asked in a little sing song voice.

“I’d love to, but I want to hear more of the story” I 
countered.

“Well, I will tell you the rest after we’ve slept.” 
She stood up and walked towards the room door. 

“Darling you look so hot too” I wanted to hear it all, 
but I knew her well enough to know when she would not 
continue.

“Ok then, tonight you get to get inside me and cum and 
tomorrow I’ll dress up again in this or” and at this 
point she turned and looked over her shoulder and 
seductively said “Something else to pique your 
interest.” and promptly grinned.

“Let’s get to bed.” I insisted. Once in bed she laid 
on her back and opened her legs baring her fully 
shaven body to me and smiled.

“Come slip inside me and fill me with your wetness” 
she hissed the last few cylabals like a wanton woman, 
which she now was. I climbed between her legs and my 
hardness touched her lips and she smiled and I slide 
in.

“Oh darling I can hardly feel you,” she moaned with an 
almost sulky look on her face of disappointment. “I 
know Karl is big but he’s stretched me can you feel me 
darling?” 

“Yes.” I panted. “I it’s so hot and wet in there and I 
can hardly feel you round me. Are you sorry you did 
this?” I asked pensively.

“Oh god no darling in fact I want to do it again and 
more than once” she groaned. “I can hardly feel you 
move either”. I could not hold back it was the biggest 
orgasm I had ever felt in my life. It started in my 
stomach through my whole body, my balls tightened like 
never before and I came inside her squirt after squirt 
inside my wide and her new found love of sex. I rolled 
off her and was completely out of breath. She raised 
herself up on to one elbow and looked at me lovingly. 
“Darling, get some sleep. You will need it tomorrow.” 
She smiled and winked.