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I'm 35 years old, 5'2, blonde(ish) hair (sometimes), and have 34DD boobs, blue eyes, nice legs (so am told) and am reasonably pretty, rather than knock-out beautiful. This is my TRUE... First time with another Man story. (Mdom/MF, wife, husb-voy, d/s, cuck) *** My name is Michelle, I'm 35, and my husband would consider me prim and prudish and so would nearly everyone who knows me. I consider myself very conservative and a bit of a goody two shoes, when it comes to the opposite sex, very reserved and shy, but until recently, fairly innocent. Mike, my husband, had begun mentioning the idea of me having sex with another man, but it really wasn't for me, I was much too proper for that sort of thing. But I would play along with him in bed, sort of roleplaying. Once whilst making love, I had mentioned that when I was about 16, I'd gone to the cinema with some friends and some stranger next to me had felt me up, unbeknown to my girlfriends. I'd let the guy do it because it felt nice and I knew that he couldn't do anything else, not with all my friends so near. This story turned Mike on to no end, and after that he was regularly trying to persuade me to go with him to a cinema. He reasoned that if he was there any stranger that would do similar thing, would only be able to go as far as I was willing to let him. I resisted until one day, I was feeling a bit horny and I'd been fantasizing what it might be like to be the object of another man's lust. Finally to Mike's surprise, said yes when the subject came up. I didn't intend letting anything go too far, but decided to dress as sexily as I could for the occasion, to help fulfill Mike's fantasy as much as possible, and I expected he and I would probably make love when we got back home. I wore some tan coloured stockings (normally only tights), and nice lacey panties (white) and matching bra, plain pale blouse, and a black and white check skirt, just past the knee. (This is as slutty and sexy as I can get, but pretty daring for me. We went to an ADULT cinema we found in the phone book and I was very, very nervous as we went in, not knowing what to expect. Mike said he had been anxious and terrified whilst also excited all at the same time from the moment I had agreed to do this. We went in and it was very dark, after a few seconds, we could see quite a few spare seats toward the middle of the theatre about half way down. I noticed the back row seemed full, all men. As we sat down, a big fattish oldish guy, probably about 60-ish seemed to have followed us into the row, and passed me and, innocently enough it seemed to me, sat alongside me to my right. We all watched the film for about 10 minutes, and to be honest, it was quite sexy and a bit of a turn-on with all the rude things happening in the film. I had become quite engrossed in the film and was getting a bit aroused and wet from the action on the screen when IT HAPPENED. At first, I thought the stranger's foot next to mine had accidentally come into contact with me. I realised he hadn't apologised, so he obviously had done it on purpose. After a few seconds, I nearly jumped out of my chair with shock, as the man placed his hand on my knee, through my skirt. After getting over the shock, I moved his hand off, but a few seconds later, it was back. I again moved it off, but he just continued putting it back there again. Mike seemed oblivious to all this, staring ahead at the screen. I was breathing heavier now, but decided not to make a scene, and let the hand stay on my knee. After a few seconds the guy got bolder, and I felt the weird, strange experience of a stranger begin gently stroking my knees before ever so slowly, sliding his hand under my skirt, and lightly and ever so slowly move onward and upward. I sat there frozen, but highly aroused, and could feel myself getting hotter and wetter. It took an eternity, but eventually he reached my panties, and began searching for a side opening. He had rested his hand on my hole from the outside for a few seconds, but now he was trying to get inside them... and then he did. Suddenly I felt Mike's hand on my knee, he was trying to touch me up, unaware of the stranger. I stared ahead as Mike's hand slid up my stockings and then... looked at him as he realised a strangers hand was already inside my knickers, fingers ever so gently probing, touching and opening up my hole. Mike looked shocked at first, but I guess it was what he had wanted, however he did make a small half- hearted effort to move the man's hand away, but was shrugged off firmly by the man. I sat there, sopping wet, at fever pitch and took a peep at the man who was helping himself to me. Big Fat Dirty Old Man, but he'd got me to such an incredible state. The stranger tried opening my legs as best he could with his left hand, but then slowly pulled his hand out. I thought it was now all over, and the adventure... fantasy... had ended. I was wrong. He slid his left arm around my shoulders and then squeezed me tight, pulling me toward him. He leant across me, almost arrogantly staring at my hubby as he did so, and blatantly slid his right hand up my skirt, and firmly and strongly stroked and rubbed my stockinged-legs and thighs (stockinged for my husband later I had remembered), whilst all the time pulling me more toward him. I was trapped; Mike seemed in a daze, the stranger had undone his zipper. His penis WAS much larger than Mike's, and very, very thick. I noticed other men sitting in front in front of us, turning and watching me being molested by this stranger in front of my husband. Some of them came over to the row in front of us leaned over the seat back and stroked my legs. Then another stranger came up behind me and leaned forward, and slowly began caressing my tits from behind me, lightly at first and then much, much firmer. Dirty old man raised my right leg and firmly placed it over his lap; everyone could see I had stockings on now. My leg was being forced to brush his cock, whilst he reached back over and roughly stroked my thigh up to my panties then inside. I was so turned on, I had to admit that I'd never been so aroused in my life. A man asked Mike to swap seats, he refused at first, but the man was insistent and a bit threatening. Eventually, rather than get in a fight, Mike went to the toilet. I was now thoroughly trapped, thoroughly aroused, and at the same time thoroughly afraid of being raped. It was all TOO much. I suddenly groaned, couldn't catch my breath, and orgasmed heavier than any time in my life, there and then in front of all these dirty old pervert blokes, a 60 year old guy's fingers buried in my pussy. Some of the men grunted, and came, 2 all over my skirt and the main perpetrator put some sperm on his fingers and rubbed it roughly into pussy. I wasn't on the pill, but the exoticism of the moment was again becoming too much. The old fat guy was using my leg to massage his enlarged cock, which I realised was now dangerously near my hole, although I knew our positions would make it difficult for him to penetrate me. I came again, heavily... two orgasms in quick succession... never known for me. I came down from my high as Mike returned. I wanted to go, so did he, the men in the theatre had had their fun and now I was feeling so slutty that I needed to get away. My husband and I left the adult cinema, followed by the bloke who had originally felt me up so blatantly inside. The dirty old man, fattish 60 ish big strong looking guy. As the man came up alongside us he asked if he could give us a lift home. We did have quite a long walk home so hesitantly, we agreed. The bloke led us to his car, his arm around my shoulders. I was glad of the lift home, after all the excitement I'd had and a lift home seemed a nice innocent way to end the night. We got to the car, he opened the passenger door for me; Mike was going to sit in the back on his own. Warning signal? As the guy drove, he stroked my legs at every opportunity, told me how nice I was, how he hadn't had sex for ages, and how he couldn't believe someone as pretty as me could have an husband who allowed strangers to feel them up. I explained this was a one off, we had just fulfilled a fantasy, and that was it. He started getting a little vulgar, asking me how far our fantasy was going to go, how he'd like to fuck me. After I had told him I wasn't on the pill, he'd said how much he'd love to empty his huge load into me filling me up with his babymakers. Strangely, I was getting aroused again with all this dirty talk, I wouldn't have believed that I would have, only the day before. Suddenly he turned off the main road and parked the car up behind some deserted factory buildings. Before we could say anything, he had reclined my seat and climbed on top of me and was sliding his hands up in my skirt. As he put his weight on me, I realised I couldn't stop him, and Mike would have to prevent things going too far. The man opened my blouse and squeezed my tits roughly, before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. That was going too far, I thought, and think I actually murmured a subdued no at that stage. Mike must have heard me and he told the man to stop and take us home. He said that we had no condoms, and he didn't want me to be fucked by some strange guy. The man, looked over at Mike. In that moment I saw that if this guy wanted to do something that my husband wouldn't be able to stop him. But then the man said, "OK, I won't go too far. I'll stop short of cumming in your doll." But look at her man, she's panting for some fun." I was so turned on by this strong older man who seemed to dominate both of us with his presences. He held me tight and then kissed me as he rubbed his thick cock against my knickers. After a while, I was definitely hotter than I'd ever been in my life before, and I starting to lose a little control. He slid his hands up to my panties and ever so slowly, incredibly slowly, lowered them, bit by bit, until I felt myself subconsciously raising my hips to help this stranger undress me. Mike reminded him again and he said it was alright, he just wanted to be near my pussy when he came, which he said he was about to. He asked me to rub his cock near my hole and make him cum. I felt much happier being in control and was willing to do what he wanted. He held my hand on his cock, making me masturbating him, all the time dangerously near my pussy. He began kissing me again, harder, then harder yet, I was trapped. Suddenly it happened, he yanked my arms up over my head, holding them tight, kissing me so fully I couldn't moan or tell him to stop, or warn Mike, then he was humping at me, I knew it was all over! He was pushing into me, there was no resistance, I was so wet and aroused that he just slipped in, literally screwing his cock into me, penetrating me with slow circular movements, opening me up, further and further. I was thrashing my legs around beneath him, but it was no use. It was happening, a man other than my husband was finally inside me, I was being fucked by a complete stranger and without protection. He was pumping away, and suddenly I realised I was liking it. So prim and proper or not, I knew I was getting the best sex I'd ever had in my life. I stroked his shoulders and mewed in lust quietly begging him to do it harder. He knew I had surrendered to him and he released his grip and came up for air. As he panted breathlessly, he was still relentlessly thrusting in and out of me. I must have looked such a slut giving myself to him like this. What was Mike doing while this man was forcing himself on me, where was Mike? The stranger grunted then and I felt his body stiffen, he growled that he couldn't hang on anymore and with a huge, "YES!!" he began pumping his spunk deep into my womb, his body jerking on top of mine with each jet of cum he shout into me, and he kept cumming for the longest time I'd ever seen. I was soaked and nearing my own orgasm, Mike had uttered NO just then, but I scrunched around desperately afraid that he would hate me and got the shock of my life. My husband had his inflated dick in his hand and had cum all over himself. I dismissed him as the stranger kept up the thrusts, building an orgasm deep within me. The man kept talking dirty to me, asking me to cum for him, to show my hubby how turned-on I was by being fucked by a real man. How my belly was full of his cum. How much I'd wanted it, needed it. All the things you read in stories, and here it was, happening to me. I ended up even telling him I wanted his baby. I was so aroused and his dirty talk made be beg for it. Then it happened, I was orgasming for the third time that day. I was well and truly fucked by this stranger. He had had me completely. Afterwards, my hubby looked shell shocked by it all. As we all dressed, the man gave us his phone number, we gave him a false one. Then we went for a drink, all 3 of us. ** I'd had an incredible evening, first the adult cinema experience, then car-sex with the big fat old guy getting his first sex in ages, and using me for the experience. What had I become? Hubby, stranger and I all went into a nearby pub for a cooling down drink, Mike got the drinks in, the stranger blatantly sat next to me on a back-row of seats. We must have looked a strange threesome to the regulars in the pub, because I had this big older guy with one arm around me and his other hand resting on my knees or lap at every opportunity, and quite obviously there was my husband, bringing our drinks and sitting opposite us, as I was continually touched up. The stranger didn't seem to care about my husband, once again, getting the subject back to sex. Norman, as his name turned out to be, apologised for cumming inside me, but he'd been so turned on he couldn't help himself, and the thought of me not being on the pill had given him such an urge to have me fully. His ex- wife had not been able to have kids, so he got a buzz trying to impregnate anyone he could. Charming I thought, BUT having a family WAS in my and my husband's plans, but for us alone. After 3 drinks, I was so drained, I was ready for home. As we drove, same situation as before, husband in back, I couldn't believe it when we stopped off again at the original spot of my first extra-marital experience. Even though I was disheveled, worn out, hair a sweaty mess, Norman told me how pretty I was, and again reclined my seat, and slid his hands up my skirt. He removed my panties, and once again clambered on to me. We didn't speak, Mike didn't say anything either, we all knew what was going to happen and nobody tried to stop it. I was kissed gently by Norman, his cock was incredibly hard again and once more, slowly I was being opened up and penetrated once more by him. Without him telling me, I instinctively placed my stockinged-legs around his waist/upper thighs and rubbed them teasingly along his big wide body. He smiled, we were like seasoned lovers, knowing how to arouse each other, him knowing that to penetrate me fully to the hilt was such an immense turn on for me, especially comparing his size to my husband's much smaller penis. I knew he was right up me again, close to my womb, and he was talking dirty again. "Do you want my spunk?" - "Do you want every last drop inside you?" - "Do you need MY cock?" - "Do you want this injection regularly?" - "Do you want my baby?" Finally I responded, "YES!" I gasped to all his questions. I couldn't have a fourth orgasm in one night, surely? Yes, I did, I now knew I just wanted HIM to cum. To cum inside me, have his way with me, do what he wants and empty his balls into me. Make me pregnant, I didn't care, I just wanted the power to make him cum. So I began caressing his bum cheeks, before squeezing them with all my might. "Cum in me," I murmured, looking into his eyes. "You've had me fully, you'll make me pregnant, come on big boy, empty yourself in me, you're so much more of a man than my husband has ever been, prove it now, come on..." Story fantasy stuff, I know, but ALL TRUE and happening to me. Me talking dirty to him this time was all it needed, he grunted and his body jerked as he shot another load of cum deep into my belly. He pumped for all he was worth. Finally, we were all done, fucked, shagged out. Still on top of me he rubbed my belly and smiled. I knew what he was thinking. As we finally went our separate ways, us with his phone number, him with the false one, we were careful to have him to drop us off away from our house. *** Two months later, we rang him and met him in a pub, he immediately assumed the dominant role again, sending hubby to the bar, me sitting next to him, his arm around me. As he stroked my tummy, with my hubby sat opposite, I broke the news. He had gotten me pregnant. "Oh Michelle,' he said enthusiastically. "that's grand news." He began to firmly caressing my knees and thighs, blatantly in front of Mike who although quiet, looked as if he had expected this all along. He really didn't seem to mind. Norman, my stranger, spent the rest of the night stroking my stockinged thighs, caressing me, rubbing my belly, telling us how wonderful it was to have put someone as pretty as me in the family way. Mike just accepted it all. We went out, and Norman gently put some more of HIS baby juice in me in the car, as we made love, and ensured the baby would get well used to mummy's lover's sperm joining it in the womb. We met about once a month, I didn't want much more contact with him than that. Our routine was pretty standard. We would meet at dinner time, Mike would watch as my lover caressed my legs and belly gently or firmly as he desired, we would go shopping for maternity clothes, which Norman would pay for, as most of the clothes were of his choice, I was just to wear them, Mike had no say, then we would stop off for Norman to make love to me, and pump more spunk inside my rapidly growing belly. I grew pretty quick, we had arranged early on that we would not have any further contact after about 8 months, when I was really large. After each liaison, Norman would keep my panties, and it turned me on knowing that this dirty old guy was probably bragging to his friends how he was shagging some young pretty not-getting-enough housewife. On our final meeting we went to his flat, and he took some pictures of me, dressed in my large pink maternity smock, and flat shoes, and some of me undressed, as he promised not to show them to anyone, he wanted them as his souvenir. I didn't mind, I had something from him after all, and Mike had had his fantasy fulfilled... more than he'd expected, I'd guess. We never saw Norman after that, I expect he has happy memories when he thinks about me and masturbate over my panties, looking at my pictures. Mike and I are still happily in love. Michelle xx * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 79