So why did M get off Doug's cock and walk to the window?

More boring geographic facts that help the story.

The house was on a crossroads, of which one led down to the park, so from the bedroom you had a clear view down the road to the park entrance and what M was doing was checking to see if the family were not on their way back. 

Doug said M then asked him to join her on the sofa so she could keep a look out for the family's return from the park. 

So with this invitation and assuming the show had to go on Doug waddled over, with jeans around ankles and sat down.

Once again M pulled up the skirt, pulled her knickers to one side and lowered herself on Doug's cock. Again claims M said while riding his cock, with a laugh, retailed that the first time she had her first fuck was sitting on the cock of a boyfriend in the back seat of his car. (Another truth as she shared the fact with me)

Riding his cock while on the sofa didn't seem to be as good as on the floor so M suggested change of position, got off and mounted him facing away, which suited her better but despite the pleasure my wife was getting from fucking his cock it didn't suit Doug as she rode him she was leaning on the front of  his thighs just above his knees and it began to hurt. 

A little 'Ouch' of discomfort from Doug made M become aware so she got off.

Taking over he turned her around and sat M down on the sofa, so he could have another plate. He  got down on his knees and opened her legs and pulled the knickers to one side, M didn't resist this time and even helped matters by putting a leg over the arm of the sofa exposing her fanny even more by tugging back the thick part of her bushy pubes to expose the lips of her fanny and clit.

The view of M's fanny with the labia lips now wide open and the clit standing proud inspired Dog so he didn't go down on her and got up off his knees, took his cock in hand, pulled back its foreskin and started to rub the tip of her clit with the underside of his bell end. This seemed push things on with M as her groans were now moans.

Then she suddenly and again Doug thought she had a change of mind but all she was doing was looking over her shoulder out the window to double check to see if all was clear down the road.

It was and to confirm she was still in the mood, she took his cock in her hand put it in her mouth working her tongue around the exposed bell end.

M then laid back again on the sofa, pulled the knickers to one side and started to rub Doug's cock around her clit even squeezing at it's bell end to extract more pre-cum.

Now this has been is the most difficult part of writing all this down; as I always get stuck, not by lack of things to say, but what had just happened because the picture in my head is the image of my missus masturbating her clit with another man's cock, and it didn't help the progress of getting to the end of the story as I kept stopping to have a wank. 

The usual solution was to masturbate and come and then wait a bit, sit down again at the PC, and use the lack of ardour, that I was now feeling post orgasm, to get on with writing and get to the end. That was a struggle. 

The effect of M rubbing her enlarged clitoris with his cock and the sight of more pre-cum leaking cock along with the noise M was making, alerted him that she might be coming close to an orgasm, which she confirmed, when she asked him to put his cock in again. 

M stood up, bent over, head down on the seat, lifted her skirt back over her waist, pulled the knickers to just below her bum, leaving her arse in the air ready and to make things easier she even put a hand around the back and spread a bum cheek for an easier entrance.

Doug said the view nearly made him blow his load there before he got his cock in as he now had the vision of not only her fanny but her bum hole. Like her minge, but not so much, it is surrounded by pubes. He said he was tempted to rub his cock around her anus, which was already moist from the dribble down from her fanny but as time was of the essence he slid his cock down to the correct target, my wife's ready and waiting vagina.

He began to rub his still exposed helmet up and down the slit and without ceremony slid his seven inches of his cock, minus half and inch of foreskin ,into a very wet fanny and started to fuck my wife properly.

Now I have a vision of  Doug fucking my wife as I've seen him action while shagging Angie.  He is good, and if my wife ever came clean with me about what happened she would say he was a good fuck,

With M's head face down in the chair, though enjoying the finale of fucking M, he kept a watchful eye on the road to the park which was a good idea as after a minute or two intense and rhymitic fucking he saw Angie and I, along with the kids, slowly emerging from the parks entrance. 

Doug said he panicked and immediately stopped and pulled his soggy knob out of M's pussy, alerting her that the families were on their way home.  M raised her head and looked out the window and then surprised Doug in a slightly desperate voice "Keep going...don't stop... I'm nearly there".

Without hesitation and with the need to spunk more of a priority than getting caught on the job, Doug continued to fuck my wife hard 

In his retelling of this moment he said he knew of only one way might make him come quicker was to think of me shagging Angela, for the first time I'd fucked put my cock in her on that Friday night a few years earlier but it wasn't necessary as when he was about to put his cock back in M's cunt he looked down at his dick and noticed that not only was it glistening with the mixture his pre-cum and the wetness of my wife's fanny, there was also streaks of her vagina cream over his cock making it look like he'd spunked already.  

With his knob back in the sensation of his exposed bell end now in direct contact with slippery walls of M's cunt, her hand now between her legs frigging furiously frigging away at her clit, making her generous bum now shake like jelly, she, along with a high pitched moan and mutterings of "Yes...yes...yes" came to a  long and pulsing orgasm making her fanny grip Doug's cock in turn making it start to squirt his load up my wife.

Now it was at this stage of Doug's retelling of the day he fucked my wife, came even more confirmation that it all was true. 

One thing in all the years of our 'love making', M's biggest pleasure was the taking of all my load as when I'd finished pumping into her all what I had in my bollocks, she would put a hand between her legs and give my nuts a gently squeeze to make sure that they were empty. 

My wife did that to Doug. 

It would be a remiss at this stage not to note the noise Doug makes when he cum's. It's scary. It's like the roar of a wildebeest on heat. I can vouch for this as I've heard it many times. Angie said it would wake the dead and when they fucked at home she regularly gave him a pillow to bite on so as not to wake their daughters. The noise even alarmed M, who commented after, that she thought he was having a heart attack of some kind and it was a wonder the whole street didn't hear him.

Doug's load, like his pre-cum, is of enormous quantity. With the exception of one of my current wank buddies, an older gentleman called Chris, it's more than a mouthful if you're taking in orally and if you are swallowing it takes a couple of  gulps. So the thought of what was up the vagina of my wife at this moment is to me beyond horny. 

As usual what goes up must come down and which did as after Doug had pulled his cock slowly out of M, he claims that maybe his biggest load to date slowly began slowly to dribble from her cunt. 

The graphic image that Doug still carries is the sight of an avalanche of cum slowly plopping on to the gusset of M's French knickers. He claims it was a puddle of thick old fashioned lumpy spunk. 

M even commented on the mess, because as she stood up and went to pull her knickers up she looked down at the gusset and saw that even more spunk was dribbling out of her fanny on to the pool of cum below and wittily said to Doug "I think you needed that'.

What happened next

Doug remembers that  in a flash, M got it together, with knickers up and skirt down, she was quickly taking the tape out of the TV and back in the undies draw and was away down the stairs leaving Doug still pulling this jeans up  and still bewildered at the thought of what had just occurred. 

Doug said, as it happened, there was a bit of time before Angie and myself made it back to the house due to the kids dawdling on the way home.  

My memory of when we got back in doors was that Doug was glued to the TV into the front room watching the football and M cheerfully loading the dishwasher in the kitchen and not showing any sign that Doug's bucket of spunk was slowly sloshing away in the gusset of her French knickers.

Doug claims that the only time M said anything in relation to what had happened earlier in the afternoon, was when they were later alone in the kitchen. He said the kids were out in the garden and I was upstairs showing Angie the progress of refurbishment (Was she sucking my cock ready to fuck her on the landing?) 

The couple were chatting about anything other than what had happened earlier. Doug said you would have thought that whole thing had never happened, that was until M paused for moment, looked at him, stood slightly with legs apart and started to giggle and said "Well what went up is still coming down, it feels like I've wet myself" 

M, with a quick look out the kitchen window to check that the kids were still in the garden and opening the kitchen door to see if I was still up stairs with Angie, she quickly put her hands up her skirt and pulled the knickers down to her knees and then let them drop down to around her ankles. Doug said the noise that they made when they landed on the floor reminded him of the sound of a wet nappy being dropped.

Doug had a clear view of the gusset. It was a soaking sodden mess, all the spunk had dissolved  and all that was visible were creamy streaks of discharge from M's fanny.

M stepped out of knickers, picked them up and rolled them up in a ball and with one hand, lifted her skirt and and with the other wiped her fanny with a dry bit of the panties and the inside of her thighs, then started to walk over to the washing machine, on her way, she stopped in front of Doug and held them up under his nose. All he could smell was a strong whiff of his sweet smelling spunk mingled with the fragrant smell of cunt before it goes fishy.

With a chuckle M proceeded to the washing machine, opened the door and tossed them in. Even the noise that made, said Doug. was like someone throwing a soaking wet towel into a bucket,

What had happened in that last 30 seconds was having an effect of Doug as he felt himself getting hard again and claims that M noticed the lump in his jeans as she walked past him gave bulge a tap with her hand and said 'I think you've had enough fun for the day Mr Cock,'

M's last remark was the last clue that Doug was telling the truth as it's sort of think she'd say to me and still did when used to have sex,

A couple of questions.

Normally on Sunday evening M and I normally had a fuck. So the question is, did we have sex on the night that Doug fucked and spunked up my wife?

I have wondered that ever since he told me. 

Did I get what I would now fantasise and wish for, sloppy seconds, albeit unkown 

Was my cock lubricated by the liquified remains of Doug's spunk. Did my cum mix with his. If I did fuck M that night was she thinking about the events of the afternoon as I shagged her.

Questions, questions and more questions, that in my mind keep coming into my head even after getting this far,

Over the last few months, in many clandestine phone calls, I interrogated Doug in an effort to make sure every second of what happened was true, In fact I think I got on his nerves in my quest for even the smallest detail. In the end he nicknamed me Miss Marple.

A final thought.

What happened to my wife on that Sunday afternoon? Why did she end up getting fucked by a close friend, so I asked Doug if he's ever raised the subject with M. He said a few years back that the subject did come up during a phone conversation with M. 

M claimed that it was never in her mind to have sex with Doug that afternoon. She added that the drink might have had something to do with it. The talk about the porn films she remembered well and after that things just happened and in fact she was really in two minds about coming upstairs again to see how he was.. 

When pressed by Doug to say what happened to make her go all the way, M answered that the fact that Doug didn't stop wanking when she came into the bedroom, while watching the porn film got her going. Starting to toss him off and start to suck his cock seemed to be a progression but the real turning point was when Doug pulled up her jumper and sucked her tits. To me this makes sense of it all as M, until a certain moment in foreplay she always seemed just a little inhibited, but as soon as one her nipples got sucked, she was up for it. In fact she did say once to me in a moment of passion that when a nipple found itself into my mouth it was the point of no return.

HIs final question she asked M was did she have any regrets. His reply was "You've got to be joking" and added it was most likely the only dirty thing she'd ever done.'

As, for safety reasons, Doug hasn't read my version of events so he, like you, will read it here at Swinging Heaven. 

MM