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(Part three of four parts) [MF, MMF, cheat, oral, humil, voy, wife, rom] The codes will evolve during part four. *** The first two parts were written in the form of a descriptive monologue to a cuckolded husband from the lover of his wife. They tell him how we have arrived at where we are. They contained some dialogue between the wife and lover. It is set in the UK, hence the English spelling. This third (and the proposed fourth part) is descriptive and written in the first person, should there be some favourable responses from readers. The author is, Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail. co.uk) I would be interested to hear about your views on this story and if you feel I should continue with part two. (from end of part two) The rest you know. You were pleased to see her home. She enticed you to bed, ensured that you came far too early (not difficult) and then asked you to go down on her before she caned you for being 'a naughty boy.' When you realised what you were tasting it was too late wasn't it Martin? She clamped her thighs around you head and expressed my cum out of herself and into your mouth. 'I've found a real man,' she said, 'and I am going to tell you what I am going to do about it.' You cried, and begged her not to leave you.' She told you that she had no intention of leaving, but from now on, things will be different for the three of us. Evidently, your face was a picture! 'Three of us?' 'Yes' she said, 'three of us; you're going to meet him very soon. Now, fetch your cane like a good boy and come back with my darling black penis on.' Part three I was apprehensive as I approached Paula and Martin's house. I had no idea she was setting us both up to meet eventually. When she informed me that she had told Martin everything I thought that was the end of it, not the beginning of another phase. I'd only seen him that once as I crossed the road on my way to his house to bed Paula; how were we both going to react when we met? It was bizarre. I rang the bell and waited. Silence at first, then movement behind the frosted glass of the door. Paula opened it. She looked stunning: her hair was held up by a large red hair-clip. It matched perfectly the skin- tight low-cut red top she wore, which finished above her navel, showing her perfect flat tummy all the way down to her hips, to which clung the shortest of tight fitting miniskirts. So short, it showed slightly the tops of her stockings. She wore impossibly tall black stiletto heeled shoes. She looked wonderful. 'Are you going to stand there all evening?' she enquired with a smile. I stepped into the hall; she shut the door behind me, turned, reached up and kissed me full on the mouth. 'I've missed you,' she whispered. Then, in her normal voice, 'Come and meet Martin.' She took my left hand in her right and led me in to the sitting room. Martin stood as I entered the room; he was taller than I imagined him to be. He was good looking and much the same age as Paula: I felt a lot older by comparison. He came towards me, smiling. I stood there hand in hand with his wife. Paula said, 'David, this is Martin, my husband; Martin, this is David, my lover.' 'Hello David,' he said, 'I've been looking forward to meeting you.' We shook hands, man to man. I was slightly taken aback; this was how you greeted somebody for the first time for sure: what gave it a surreal quality was he was greeting the guy who had regularly been bedding his enthusiastic wife. There was a short silence, 'David, let me get you a drink,' he said, 'vodka isn't it,' with ice? 'Yes,' I said, still slightly unnerved, 'thank you.' 'Sit down, please,' he said. I sat (collapsed?) in the nearest chair. Paula sat opposite me on the sofa, slowly and deliberately crossing her legs, showing her thighs and white thong in the process. Surely not I thought, not tonight, tonight was to talk, wasn't it? Martin brought me my drink and sat down in the other chair; they both raised their glasses. 'Your good health David' said Martin, 'I'm sure we'll become good friends.' This is weird I thought. Paula broke the ice. 'Martin would like our arrangement to continue David' she said, not looking at him, 'I would certainly like it to' However, now that Martin knows, I would like him involved too.' I looked at Martin, he nodded and smiled. 'We feel that he can learn from us and also continue enjoying the humiliation which he takes pleasure in.' 'Am I right so far Martin' she asked, without looking at him. He nodded at her and then at me. 'I'm not at all embarrassed about this David, you know it all anyway' he said, without any hint of bitterness. 'We've been fantasising about Paula with another man during sex for ages,' he said, it's always been a great turn-on for us.' He continued, 'and now it's happening, our sex is great, Paula orgasms when I use the dildo and I get to be told how small my prick is compared to yours.' 'Martin asks me to tell him every last detail of our times together, David,' Paula said, 'and I enjoy telling him.' I sat there speechless; this was a bit of a shock to say the least. 'Another drink David?' asked Martin. I looked at my empty glass; some evaporation must have taken place, I couldn't remember drinking it. 'Thank you Martin' I said, 'thank you very much.' I looked across at Paula, trying to get some sort of hint as to what happens next. She just smiled openly at me and slowly re-crossed her legs. Martin returned with a large vodka; I thanked him gratefully. I felt the need to take some form of control here so I asked, 'What happens now, where do we go from here?' 'Bed,' said Paula softly, and then added, 'eventually.' She slowly stood up, put down her glass, crossed the room and sat on my lap. 'I'll take that,' she said, taking my glass from me and placing it on the table beside my chair. I looked at Martin, he was watching intently, his lips slightly parted, his breathing audible. I looked at Paula and was immediately conscious of two things, I could feel the heat of her crotch through my trousers, and that my cock was beginning to stir. She smiled and leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. We held the kiss for a good half minute when she slowly drew away. 'Now you can have your drink back,' she said and leaned across to get it. As she did so, I looked across at Martin; he was entranced and clearly affected. 'Wow' was all he said. Paula gave me back my drink and then stretched cat-like the whole length of her body; as she did so, the skirt rode above her stockings, revealing the short suspenders and the smooth skin of her thighs. She rose up and walked across to the sofa, slowly sat down in the centre of it and then looked at Martin and then to me. 'Come and sit her both of you,' she said, patting the seat either side of her. This girl was in control. We both moved to sit either side of her, taking our drinks with us. I placed mine on the table beside the sofa. Martin took a healthy gulp of his and held on to it. Paula reached behind her, pulled out the soft cushion from behind her back and laid it on the broad arm of the sofa beside me. She then swivelled around on her arse, put her legs across Richards lap and laid on her back across mine with her head on the pillow. 'That's better,' she said, 'much more comfortable.' She looked good laying there, looking up at me. 'Can I have another kiss now please?' she asked, smiling. My thoughts were all over the place now. 'Please,' she said again. I lowered my head and she gently took hold of my hair and pulled my head down. I kissed her lightly but she pulled my hair harder and we kissed heavily, our tongues flitting in and out. We held it for some time, kissing heavily and sometimes noisily. I pulled away but she held on to my hair and said 'No, don't stop, please.' I was conscious of Martin, who I could hear breathing heavily, but let myself be pulled down again. Now the brakes were clearly off. As we kissed again I moved my right hand to her left breast, splayed my fingers and then gently closed them, squeezing the nipple through her top. Paula moaned and squirmed slightly, pushing her breast hard against my hand. Her nipple rapidly rose erect and firm. I moved my hand to her other breast. She broke away from our kiss. 'Wait,' she said softly. 'Martin,' she said, 'feel how wet I am' and then pulled my head down again, but this time to her breast. I pulled off the shoulder strap and pulled down one side of her top to expose her breast and lowered my mouth to the erect nipple. 'Christ,' I heard Martin say; ' I heard Martin's ragged breathing as he watched me suck his wife's breast; she lifted her hips slightly as I felt him moving. I was conscious of some movement but it was Paula's reaction which alerted me that he was doing what he'd been told to do. She gasped slightly, just after he did having found out just how wet she was. 'Fuck me,' he muttered. Paula moaned loudly. I looked to my right; Martin looked in a right state. He was clearly aroused; he was breathing in rapid, short breaths. He had pulled Paula's thong to one side and was looking down at his two fingers, which were buried in his wife's shaven slit; they were acting as a chute, funnelling his wife's love-juices into and over the palm of his hand. It was an extraordinary sight. He noticed me; smiled slightly, pulled his fingers from Paula and then offered them to my mouth. I gladly leaned towards him and sucked them. Boy, did she taste good. 'When you two have finished,' she said, 'I think it's time we all went upstairs.' 'Yes,' breathed Martin. I said nothing; I leaned back so that Paula could stand. She turned, looked down on us both and offered us a hand each. 'Come,' she said. 'Won't be too much difficulty there' I thought as we both stood up. She turned and walked towards the bottom of the stairs and then looked over her shoulder, 'Well?' she asked. We followed her. There was a slightly funny moment when he and I hesitated to let the other go up the stairs first; he went and I followed and was glad I did. Paula was then over half-way up, and what a wonderful sight she was. She'd left the shoulder strap down, her skirt which had previously ridden up revealed her wonderful arse; her thong had stayed pulled to one side as Martin had done. The cheeks of her arse were clearly wet, as was the tops of her legs, the inside of her thighs and the tops of her stockings. She was a sight to behold. Paula paused, and then turned in the doorway of the bedroom, Martin got to the landing, pausing by the chair; I reached the landing and stopped. She looked lovely, standing there with her breast still exposed. Now we were all on the same level, Paula looked at Martin and said, 'Martin, sit on the chair and wait, I'll call you later.' He hesitated, nodded assent and sat down. 'David, you come with me,' she said, turned and walked into the bedroom. I looked down at Martin as I passed his chair. He looked up at me and gave a sheepish grin. 'Looks like you're first' he said. I nodded and continued into the bedroom. I turned to close the door, 'No,' Paula said, 'leave it open.' I looked at her quizzically; 'Really?' I asked. She nodded. 'Take off your clothes just there, where Martin can see you' she said. Without any embarrassment, I started to strip. As I did so, Paula stepped out of her shoes and lay back on the bed. She pulled the other shoulder strap down and then pulled the top down to leave both breasts free. She pulled up the skirt to just below her waist and pulled the thong fully to one side. She smiled at me as she began to gently finger herself. I was down to my pants; I pulled them down and my seemingly huge prick sprang clear. I turned to look at Martin; he was sat on the edge of the chair, staring at my erection. I tightened the muscle at the base of my prick and a huge tear-drop of pre-cum oozed freely out. Without taking my eyes from Martin, I reached down and spread the pre-cum over the head of my prick and then slowly took myself in hand and spread it over its length. I stood there, looking directly at him as I slowly masturbated myself. He started to fumble at the zip of his trousers as Paula said clearly, so that we could both here, 'David, come here and fuck me with that.' I shrugged at Martin and moved towards her bed and out of his sight. I moved onto the bed and knelt astride her hips with my hands either side of her shoulders. I knelt there looking down upon her with my leaking prick hanging down like a horse (though sadly not as big!). I bent my arms and lowered my head to kiss her. We kissed deeply; as we did so, Paula reached down and took my prick into her hand. I pulled away and fastened my lips to her breast. She breathed in deeply and audibly and then loudly telling me to suck harder. I moved to her other breast and she got louder. I thought of Martin sitting outside, listening to me sexually using his wife. 'Let me suck your wonderful huge prick, David' she said, 'force it into my mouth.' I moved up to straddle her chest and leaned forward, at the same time grasping my prick and forcing it down to her mouth. 'My God, it's huge' she said. I stifled the last word as I pushed my dripping prick into her mouth. 'Mmmm,' she moaned through her filled mouth. I reached behind me and stated to massage her clitoris. She grasped my prick, and pulled it from her mouth.' 'Christ, that feels good' she said, and then jammed my prick back into her mouth. She went silent as I continued to stimulate her; she started to suck harder on my prick and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off cumming for much longer. I stopped touching her, pulled my prick from her mouth and moved to go down on her. 'Oh, yes please,' she said loudly, 'lick my cunt David.' She offered herself to my mouth and I found her clitoris with my tongue. She groaned loudly as I started to stimulate her erect clitoris and then went silent as I licked it in earnest. She didn't stay quiet for long; she started to give loud gasps and words of encouragement like 'Yes,' 'harder,' 'gently,' 'make me cum' and then went silent again. In the silence that followed, from the landing, I heard the unmistakable sound of Martin cumming. Paula must have heard it too as she quietly laughed, ejecting a gush of love juice as she did so. No sooner had the sounds of Martin died down when Paula stated to spectacularly orgasm. It came on suddenly and with force; she grunted and then shouted, 'Cumming, I'm cumming!' and all hell let loose. She bucked into my face and forcefully grabbed my hair; she let out a series of loud shudders as waves of spasms went through her, saying, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck …….' over and over again. Eventually it subsided and she quietened down. When she lay still, she released my hair. As I pulled away for air she simply said, 'Fuck me David, please.' I rose above her and she grasped my leaking prick, digging her nails in as she did so. She pulled it (and me with it!) and fed it into her sopping wet slit. I rammed it in hard and she gave a loud 'Yes.' With her husband listening on the landing, we just plain fucked. There was no finesse whatsoever, it was just animal fucking. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping into her arse as I pumped her hard. She kept up a running commentary; 'I love your huge prick David; fuck me hard with your lovely prick, fill me with your cum, make me pregnant,' (the last one a bit of a surprise) she just kept it going all the time, I presume for Richards sake as much as mine. It wasn't long before my control began to slip away. 'I'm going to fill your wife with my cum Martin,' I called. I heard him start to say something but it was overtaken by Paula's response, 'My cunt is stretched wide for David, Martin,' she called, 'he's going to squirt his cum deep inside me.' And I did; it hit me hard and I drove my prick deep into her in one huge thrust. She shouted, I may have hurt her I didn't know, I just held it deep in her as I felt my cum squirt out of my prick in great long blasts. I loudly went 'ahhh' with every spasm; it was so good it almost hurt and it seemed to go on for ages. 'God I love you David,' Paula said clearly. This brought me back from my reverie and my spasms subsided. I looked down on her face; she smiled at me; 'I love you too Paula,' I said, and continued, 'you fucking tart. Look at you.' She giggled, I love being a fucking tart,' she said, 'especially your fucking tart.' She did indeed look just like a tart who'd just tuned a quick trick. Her hair was all over the place; her make-up smudged; her top dragged down, showing her swollen breasts; her skirt around her waist; her thong pulled roughly to one side and kept there by my prick, cum leaking around it; her stocking tops wet. She looked absolutely gorgeous. We all went silent after that for a short while. Eventually by penis softened and I withdrew it. The air filled with the scent of cum mingled with love-juice; I moved down and kissed her open slit, now oozing cum. She pulled my head up and I moved to lay beside her. 'You can come in now Martin,' she called. There was some movement on the landing and Martin appeared around the door. He looked dishevelled; he had only his tee shirt on; his penis had half a hard on and cum was evident on the front of his legs and in the matted hair around the base of his penis. Paula slightly shifted her hips towards him and parted her legs. He looked at us both, me first and then Paula, where his eyes rested on her crotch. 'Look what David has done to me Martin' she said in a taunting voice. She reached down and pushed two fingers into her slit and brought them out streaked with my cum: she showed them to him and then put them into her mouth. 'Mmm, nice,' she said. 'See what a man he is Martin,' she continued, see how he gives me what I need and you can't.' 'Isn't he a real man Martin?' she chided. He said nothing. 'Answer me Martin' she said, 'isn't he a real man?.' Martin nodded, 'Yes he is Paula.' 'Tell David that he's a real man Martin,' she said softly. He looked at me, 'David you are a real man' he said, and added 'and I am not.' I wondered where this was going, he had no shame at all; he just came out with it. 'Thank David for giving your wife such a good fucking Martin,' Paula said, 'thank him for fucking me.' He looked be fully in the eyes. 'Thank you David for fucking Paula and giving her what she really needs; she loves you and I am pleased that you fuck her like the real man I am not.' I didn't say anything; what could I say? She shifted herself towards him and spread her legs widely to fully expose her leaking slit to him. 'Taste David's cum Martin,' she said, 'while it's still fresh.' He looked hungrily at her and then fell to his knees in front of her open legs; she reached towards his head and held his hair as she guided it to her crotch. Martin needed no more encouragement; he went at her clitoris with undisguised enthusiasm. Paula looked at me and smiled; she tried to hold my gaze but her eyes closed momentarily. She was clearly greatly aroused. Paula pulled his head away. 'Wait,' she commanded. He looked at her pleadingly and quizzically. 'Why don't you clean David for me?,' she asked. 'Fuck,' I thought, this wasn't in the plan. I waited to see what Martin would do. 'Yes darling,' he said, 'of course I will.' I needed to take the initiative here I thought, as Martin started to move past her to where I lay. 'Stay there Martin' I said. I got up and moved around the bed. He watched me expectantly. I walked around to the end of the bed and stopped on his side but a couple of feet away from the bed end. He looked questioningly at me and I just looked back at him. He got the idea in the end and moved toward me, still on his knees. He stopped in front of me and looked up at me. I stood with my legs slightly apart, looking down at him. He knelt up and slowly put his hands on my hips; hesitantly he moved his mouth towards my soft(ish) penis and slowly took it into his mouth. It felt good I have to say. I think he was surprised to feel me start to harden. It wasn't just the effect of his mouth on my hardening prick; it was what I was looking at as well. Paula had swivelled back to expose her cunt towards me. She was watching her husband kneeling in front of her lover, licking his wife's love-juice and her lover's cum from his prick. I looked at her as she masturbated vigorously at the sight. She smiled broadly at me. 'I love you,' she silently mouthed. I looked back at her. 'I love you too' I silently replied. What the fuck had I got myself into? I thought. *The author is, Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail. co.uk) I would be interested to hear about your views on this story and if you feel I should continue with part four. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 42