I’d started what I thought was a FWB arrangement with Wendy, mid forties, well spoken, short haired blonde friend of a friend from a series of social engagements. I ended up partnerless one night and her husband, Paul was with her but seemed less inclined to socialise and seemed to nurse the bar. 

Wendy had a pixie cut hair style, great legs, c cup tits and a filthy laugh. I’d say she was a size 12 and dressed somewhat conservatively. The drunker she got, the more she flirted. 

This particular night she had a silk blouse on, black skirt and fishnets with black heels. We’d fucked a few times, and the conservative girl was starting to disappear. Paul had been her second lover, she travelled internationally and was also fucking a colleague abroad. I was encouraging her to find herself. 

She loved the idea of Paul being around us, it seemed to really turn her on. She’d brush past me, eyeing me, either her hand, hip or full arse stroking my cock.  

Whenever we did fuck, she’d urge me on. I’d tell her to make sure her husband fucked her after I’d filled her and insisted she denied him the two nights before we fucked. She’d shake with excitement when we met. 

That night we were at a friends party and partners were present (not mine, as she was working). There was lots of dancing and chatting. We found ourselves in the smoking area outside. Neither of us smoked but the tension had got too much. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me past the shelter and round the corner into the darkness. 

Her mouth was on mine, hands were all over each other. Her nipples were hard and I turned her round, ‘be quick’ she said. ‘I’ve something to ask you’. 

I stopped, ‘fuck me’ she said, ‘Ill tell you when you’re in me’

As she spoke, she hitched up her skirt to reveal the fishnets were holdups. I unzipped while she eased her black knickers down around her thighs. I spat on my fingers and wet the head of my cock. I knew she was wet, but we needed to be quick. She bent forward to the wall and spread her legs. 

My shaft was thick and solid, encouraged by the illicit situation and arguably this professional, butter wouldn’t melt middle class mum and wife, dropping her knickers in public for some illicit cock. 

As she leant forward I slipped into her and gave it to her, balls deep. ‘Cunt’ she groaned. 

This made me even harder. That well spoken voice being so prescriptive with her language made my balls throb. 

We went at it, no airs or graces, just hard, urgent fucking. No idea when someone might come out, I wanted to empty my balls inside her before she went back to Paul. She grunted expletives with each thrust from me. He lovely nails contrasted against the wall and as I fucked her hard, I said through gritted teeth ‘so what did you want to ask you dirty bitch’?

‘Paul wants to watch us’ she said. ‘It gets us both off’

I stopped. ‘What’?  I asked. 

‘Don’t stop’ she said pushing back onto me. ‘He doesn’t have the stamina or the cock to do the job’. 

‘But he’s my husband and he’d like to watch you fuck me’. ‘ He knows you’re fucking me now’. 

I couldn’t argue with the fact Wendy was wetter than I’d felt before. My balls were sodden with her juices and the image of fucking her as her bull in front of her husband was bringing me close to the edge. As if to tip me over the edge she said ‘you can have me in our bed and he’ll either listen from the spare room, or watch and head back to the spare room’. 

That was it, a couple of hard, deep thrusts and my seed was pouring into her. She pushed back, pressing her arse into my groin. As I slipped out, she grunted and a combination of our juices dropped onto the floor and into her knickers. 

She stood and turned easing her underwear up her thighs, hooking her thumbs into the sides, the material covering her slit before she dropped her skirt. 

She kissed me and said ‘come on, I want him to see you’ve had me’ and grabbed me by the hand.

We headed back in. I’ve always seen myself as the alpha, the bull so to speak, but this was blatant and I wasn’t prepared for it in honesty.

What came afterwards, on and off was something I count myself lucky to have enjoyed. 

E