I still canıt believe it happened... it was only supposed to be a bit of fun. Donıt get me wrong, there was absolutely nothing wrong with our marriage. We were best friends as well as husband and wife. Lovers too... the sex was fantastic, always had been. All we wanted to do was to spice things up a bit. You know, add an extra dimension to our sex life.
It was my idea at first, but she didnıt exactly complain. I knew that sheıd slept with both men and women before she met me, and while I knew... well I hoped, that I satisfied her need for cock, there wasnıt much that I could do about her other desires, was there? Sheıd assured me many times that she didnıt really miss it too much, the taste of cunt on her tongue or a wet clit pressed against her own, but all the same I knew that she wouldnıt say no to it, if the chance arose. I used to feel quite guilty because that was the one thing I couldnıt give her, which is why I made my suggestion. And Iıve got to admit, the thought of my gorgeous wife writhing around with another woman made me horny as hell. Shit, even just thinking about it now, after all that has happened, is making my cock hard.
But anyway, it was about a month ago that I suggested it to her, that we find a woman for her, some pussy for her to play with. She was as keen on the idea as I was. We talked about it for a while and we agreed that I wouldnıt take part in the fun, but I was more than happy just to watch while I played with myself. After all this was about satisfying her needs more than mine... not that I expected to be left unsatisfied, with a gorgeous show like that to watch!
Now all we needed to do was to find someone. We couldıve picked someone up in a nightclub, hell, she got enough offers, but we thought that might lead to a few awkward encounters afterwards. So eventually we decided to pick someone from a contact magazine. That way weıd have some level of anonymity and detachment. We thought it would be the best way of avoiding any unwanted emotional entanglements... this was about sex not love, fondlings not feelings.
It was quite good fun looking through the magazines... we had some fantastic sex while browsing through them. I would go down on her while she read, licking and sucking with great enthusiasm, both of us imagining that my tongue was that of any one of the nameless women staring up at her from the crumpled pages. One night her moans of pleasure were louder than usual, her cunt juices flowing more freely than they ever had, and I knew that sheıd seen someone that attracted her. I looked over her shoulder at the person whoıd caught her eye... she was a stunner alright. My cock was already swollen and hard from my oral administrations, and slipped into my wifeıs vagina so easily that I almost came straight away. Not until Iıd brought her to climax, ramming myself deep inside her, did I release myself, spurting like a fountain.
The ad was simple and to the point, with none of the coy word games that some of the others used to disguise the fact that they wanted it. ³Attractive, bi-curious redhead, seeks other female, for intimate fun. Call me now on box number...². And if the photo was anything to judge by, attractive she certainly was. Long shiny red hair, big eyes glowing green and a figure that any woman, or man, would be happy to pleasure for hours on end. It was difficult to believe that a woman as sexy as this would need to advertise in a tatty little contact mag. Iım sure a cynic would say that it wasnıt her photo, or that sheıd be a prostitute... those thoughts crossed my mind, but my wife had decided that this was the one she wanted to bring to our bed.
So she made the phone call, to one of those premium rate lines, purring her mobile phone number onto the recording in the sexiest voice Iıve ever heard her use. All we had to do now was wait and see if she called us back. She didnıt keep us waiting too long... two days later my wife rang me at work, to say that ³Yvette² had called her, and that sheıd arranged for the three of us to meet up that very night, in a pub not far from where we lived. This was three nights ago.
She was already in the pub when we turned up, sipping from a large glass of red wine. We recognised her instantly, so after getting our own drinks we went over and introduced ourselves. If anything, she was even more sexy that her photo... full lips parting to show even, white teeth as she smiled in greeting, her long red hair falling around her shoulders. And it was truly red, not ginger at all, but almost scarlet. We exchanged pleasantries for a while... bad weather, good wine, then lowering our voices without realising it, the conversation took on a more intimate slant. Yvette mainly addressed her questions and comments to my wife, which was understandable really. I was quite happy just to listen to them talking and flirting with each other, not a trace of jealousy in my head. Under the table I ran my hand down my wifeıs thigh. She let me stroke her for a while, then grabbed my hand with her own and pushed it further up between her legs, where it was easy to tell how much she was enjoying the evening!
Before leaving we made plans for tonight. I was to pick her up from the local train station and drive her to our house where my wife would be waiting. As she turned to leave, Yvette put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me briefly on the cheek, a warm musky scent emanating from her. She embraced my wife in a similar way, but lingered for a longer time, much closer to the lips. To see the two gorgeous women holding each other like that... well my mind had already gone into overtime. I was certainly looking forward to our second meeting, to say the least.
Finally the night... tonight... arrived. Leaving my wife at home in a high state of anticipation (and arousal), I met Yvette outside the station. Inside the car, she turned to me, opening her coat, and asked me if I thought my wife would approve of her outfit. My eyes nearly fell out! Under her coat she revealed herself to be wearing nothing but a red and black lacy basque, full breasts barely contained by their cups. I canıt remember what I said to her in reply, something suitably complimentary I suppose, but as all the blood was rushing from my head to my swelling cock, it was difficult to breathe let alone talk! In the half light of the car, I tried to surreptitiously adjust my growing erection, but on hearing her low sexy laugh I donıt think Iıd fooled her much. We spent most of the five minute drive to my house in silence. I donıt know what was going through her head, but all I could think of was the quick glimpse of her lace-encased tits, and how good theyıd look pressed against my wifeıs.
Once we reached the house, I offered her a drink, which she refused, saying that maybe sheıd accept one later. My wife was already in the bedroom, so I suggested going straight upstairs to join her. I followed Yvette up the stairs, my tongue almost hanging out as her hips swayed and bottom swung sexily. My wife stood in the bedroom doorway, the soft light from within casting an attractive silhouette through the skimpy, see-through dress she was wearing. Sheıd very considerately re-arranged the bedroom furniture, placing a large comfy chair near the bed, close enough for me not to miss a thing but not close enough to touch. On the other side of the bed was a table with quite an array of sex toys, some of which Iıd never seen before, including a large black strap-on dildo, which I couldnıt wait to see in action.
She helped Yvette remove her coat, which fully revealed the strangerıs body in itıs full glory. They stood close together for a short while, almost touching, until my wife tilted her head in my direction. Yvette nodded, so my wife walked over to me and started loosening my clothing. Once my shirt was undone and my jeans around my ankles, she pushed me down into the chair. Leaning forward over me, she kissed me deeply and ran her hands briefly over my swollen balls and shaft. Murmuring the words ³Itıs my turn now, darling² into my ear, I understood that my part in the evening was now over; from here I was to be a spectator only. I kissed her for the last time (little did I know that it really would be), and settled back into my chair, eager for what was to come. My dick was now fully erect, throbbing and jerking in the air, as I idly stroked it, far more intent on watching the two ladies enjoy each other.
They knelt on the bed kissing at first, Yvetteıs hands at first bunched in my wifeıs hair, then running down her shoulders to push the straps of her dress down. The loose skimpy fabric slipped down easily, showing my wifeıs breasts to which Yvette lowered her head. My wife moaned in delight as Yvette sucked at her nipples, and busied her own hands at loosening the other womanıs basque. The red and black lace was quickly pulled away to show a wonderful pair of large firm breasts which seemed to fit into my wifeıs hands perfectly. Pushing my wife gently down to the bed onto her back, Yvette turned around so that they could both enjoy the taste of the otherıs breasts, Yvetteıs breasts hanging down into my wifeıs mouth as she suckled hungrily. Knowing my wife as well as I did, I knew that although this gave her intense pleasure, it wouldnıt be enough for long; pretty soon her clit would be screaming for attention, and I was right. She had just started stroking herself when Yvette noticed, and without removing her lips from around the nipple she was pulling at, replaced my wifeıs fingers with her own.
Seeing this womanıs long fingers stroking my wifeıs clit and slipping into her wet cunt was too much for me, I had to stop my manipulation and grit my teeth to stop myself from coming before theyıd hardly started. Not daring to touch my cock in case it went off, I breathlessly watched as Yvette wriggled her way down the bed to bury her head between my wifeıs thighs. From the sucking noises I could hear, Yvette was enjoying this as much as my wife was.
After letting Yvette suck and lick at her clit for a while, my wife decided it was time for her to take control. Reaching out to the table, she selected a medium sized vibrator, and pushed it into Yvetteıs slick cunt. As it disappeared, my wife increased the speed, although the buzzing noise was soon drowned out by the groans of enjoyment from our visitor. Intent on bringing her to orgasm, my wife worked hard at it, pausing only briefly to wrap her lips around Yvetteıs erect nipple... it wasnıt long before Yvette gave a long, shuddering moan, and relaxed, one arm falling over the side of the bed. They kissed passionately before Yvetteıs arm crept back into view, clutching the strap-on dildo Iıd seen earlier. Pushing my wife onto her back, Yvette rolled across the bed towards me. Holding the strap-on in place she asked me to fasten it for her, as she couldnıt reach the fastenings behind her back. Ohh, pure torture, having that smooth, round backside wiggling invitingly before my face... my neglected hard-on, which had started to deflate, sprung back to life, harder than before. Lingering slightly more than necessary, I fastened the dildo in place, my fingers trembling as they lightly brushed the damp, sticky, soft hair between her legs.
Seeing her climbing back onto the bed with the large black shaft of the dildo sticking out in front of her was one of the horniest things Iıve ever seen in my life, but it paled in comparison when she spread my wifeıs legs and gently sunk it into her hungry pussy. My hand was once again stroking my erection, juices oozing from the tip. I didnıt want to come straight away, but I didnıt think I could hold it back for long.
It was so horny watching my wife being fucked by another woman that I couldnıt keep back. I knew I wasnıt supposed to join in, but I didnıt think either of them would mind having a real, rock-hard cock inside them. As I stood up though, my hard-on pointing proudly upwards, Yvette frowned and shook her head. My wife laughed as Yvette came over to me again with a long silk scarf from the table of toys and wrapped it around both me and the chair so that my body and upper arms were bound to the chair. I struggled a little, testing how secure I was... I could barely move; this woman wasnıt fooling around. I could still move my lower arms though, but only enough to keep playing with myself... at least that wasnıt denied me.
Unfortunately for me though, my viewing was then to be impaired also... Yvette came back with a second scarf which she wrapped around my head, covering my eyes. ³Naughty boy will only be able to listen now² she whispered into my ear. Judging by the distance of her voice, I quickly stuck my tongue out and was rewarded by the feel of a soft tit and pert nipple. She pressed her nipple into my mouth for an all-too-brief instant, then left and moved away, slapping me roughly across the cock as she did so. Being quite partial to a little pain, this only got me even hotter!
So for a while, all I could do was listen... listen as they sucked and fucked each other. I heard the unmistakable moans of my wife reaching orgasm, not once but twice, and from what I could make out, she wasnıt alone in that. Not being able to see what they were doing made my imagination run riot, and accompanied by the wet noises of flesh against flesh, and licking and sucking, it wasnıt long before I was wanking furiously, ready to shoot my load.
As the sucking, slurping noises of one, or both, being pleasured orally, increased in volume, my heightened sense of smell noticed a heavy, musky scent hanging in the air. Combined with the wet sex noises I could hear and the work of my trusty right hand, it tipped me over the edge, and I came suddenly, spurting my juices into the air, and dripping down onto my chest and legs. The release felt so good after being so close for such a long time.
As my cock wilted and my breathing returned to normal, I became aware that the room was in total silence. No sucking, slapping, whispering... nothing. ³Hey ladies... how about untying me before you fall asleep² I joked, but without response. ³Darling? Come on now... Yvette? This isnıt funny, I need a piss.² Still, no answer.
A feeling of dread crept down my spine. Something didnıt feel right. With a rush of adrenaline, I struggled, feeling the flimsy silk tear. I pulled my arms free, tore the other scarf from my eyes, and took in the scene before me.
My beautiful, sexy wife, was lying on the bed with her throat ripped out, a single drop of blood rolling down onto the sheet below. Her cold, dead eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Of Yvette there was no sign. I froze momentarily, then stumbled across to where she lay. I held her face between my hands, searching vainly for a flicker of life. No use, her pale face, rapidly cooling, would never smile at me again.
I gingerly touched the ragged gash at her throat. The wound was almost without blood, slightly puckered at the edges. No blood...
What more can I say? I now know what Yvette was. I also know that Iıll never watch another vampire film for the rest of my life. I suppose her box number in the magazine shouldıve been a massive clue...
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