Paul

Paul was a gentleman.

Slightly older than us, very polite, well dressed and well mannered.

We met him in the pub, at his request, “ just in case I’m not suitable, it saves any embarrassment “

When we got back from the pub, C went straight upstairs, “just give me five minutes, boys”

She was laying on the bed, nice new deep purple silk underwear and black stay-ups.

Paul stood and admired her…”you’re very lucky, S, your wife is absolutely stunning “

She was loving it, proper old school charm, he’d been laying it on, thickly, from the instant he’d walked in the pub.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, carefully pulled it out of his waistband, and folded it, just looking at my semi-naked wife.

I, meanwhile, had got naked, and was on the bed next to her, he put his shirt carefully on the bedroom chair.

He pulled his belt from his trousers, C reached for my erection.

He rolled his belt, never taking his eyes from my wife.

I squeezed her erect nipple.

“You’re a proper tease, Paul”

He just grinned as he undid his trousers, and slid them off, again, folding them slowly, and placing them on his shirt.

There was a significant bulge in his boxers.

But it was when he revealed his cock, that C let go of mine, and reached out to his.

We’d only seen facial pictures of him, so, as he pushed his boxers off, the look of delight on my wife’s face was a picture.

His cock was thicker and longer than mine, and extremely hard.

I felt the shudder go through her.

“You need to be very careful playing with that” he said, as she got hold of it..

“I’m very excited to see you, at last, and we don’t want it to go off at half cock now, do we”

He climbed on the bed next to her, admiring her underwear and the feel and texture of it, stroking her legs.

I was stroking her naked thigh between stocking and panties. Her legs parted easily, and I could see the damp patch her excitement was causing on the purple silk that covered her slit.

Paul was at her breast now, it was easily uncovered, then he was licking, kissing, and biting her nipple, so I duplicated the action, with “my breast” opposite him.

She held our heads tight into her tits as we suckled..

“Oh I love this” she moaned.

I watched as he stroked her thigh, and I did the same. We were a mirror image, each side of her..

Her legs opened wide, and our hands met at the point of it all.

I could feel him finding his way into the leg of her French knickers, so convenient for this, I thought.

She tilted her hips, and I knew his finger had slipped in her.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh”

He stopped sucking her nipple, and started to kiss her.

Her hand was round his cock, and she was exploring its size.

I leaned back to give them room, and they rolled over together onto his back, still kissing.

She was sort of on top of him now and I could undo her bra, easily.

I eased it out from between their entwined bodies.

He took the opportunity to get his hands on her naked breasts.

She had unfettered access to his cock, and she was making it even harder.

I started to ease her knickers over her arse and she raised herself up to let me do it.

With a bit of wriggling I pulled them off her legs, her stockings sliding down her thighs very sexily.

Paul rolled her over onto her back, and I moved to the edge of the bed to give them room.

He was between her legs now, but they were still kissing.

Her legs came up round his arse, and he broke off from their embrace.

Holding himself up with one hand, he was obviously using his right hand to position his cock.

“Mmm, my word you’re nice and wet” and he thrust forward, spearing her with his prick..

“Oh for fucks sake” she cried. (my wife only ever swore when being fucked)

“That is so fucking nice, oh yes, fuck me you bastard, give me your cum”

She was holding onto him as he vigorously did as he was told.

No gentle man now. He was really giving it to her. Her legs were up as high as she could get them, wrapped around his hips, and I could hear his heavy bollocks slapping her arse as he fucked her.

She let go of him with her right hand and found my cock.

She turned to me, “Oh this is so nice, I fucking love you, you dirty bastard..oh fuck his cock is really filling me up, I’m going to cum, don’t you dare shoot your cum, I want it next, oh fuck fuck fuck fuuuucccckkk”

He was obviously cumming too, as he was thrust deep in her, giving short sharp jerks, and grunting like a pig.

“Oh fuck he’s got so much spunk, I can feel it filling me up, oh it’s so hot, oh yes” (he had told us he was a heavy cummer)

I was on the verge of cumming too, so I practically yanked him from between her thighs, taking his place, my cock slid in nicely.

It always amazed me, how tight she was after being fucked by a bigger cock than ‘mine.

And she was really tight, but really very wet, too.

It was like having my cock gripped in a hot buttered silk purse.

(No I don’t know what that’s like, unless it’s like my wife’s well fucked cunt)

It was sexual heaven, sloppy seconds really does not describe the sensation of fucking my wife’s fucked, spunk filled cunt.

I could feel cum oozing out down my balls, and she was cumming again as I did.

“Don’t pull out yet please” I propped myself up, our hips stuck together, I could feel her pulse through my cock.

Cum was easing out down her arse.

Paul was caressing her breasts, stroking her body.

“Your still cumming, aren’t you” he said

“Mmmmmmm” and her body was just quivering almost vibrating.

My cock slid, out, and she groaned..

“It’s ok,” Paul said, and he readily took my place.

His cock wasn’t quite hard enough, but as she was open and very slippery, and I watched as he rubbed it up and down her wet slit until it was hard enough to go back in.

“Oooh yes, oh that’s nice, oh it’s getting harder, oh you horny fucker, oh yes please”

He moved gently. Looking at me, he said, “she’s very sexy, isn’t she, S, and very wet too”

“Well that’s mostly you” I laughed

C was having a continuous orgasm.

“I can’t normally cum twice” he said, “but this is so nice, I might be able to cum again “

I reached between his legs and found his balls.

“That’s nice, but not too hard”

I fondled and squeezed him and he started to fuck more earnestly.

“Oh yes” my wife sighed and was thrusting back..”can you cum again, oh that’s good, what are you doing to him”

“Pumping his balls, milking him for spunk, for your greedy cunt, you tart “

“Oh that’s nice, oh yes yes yes” and again they climaxed together.

Needless to say, we invited Paul back.

In fact he became a regular caller. He was a professional photographer and took some very erotic, but not pornographic pictures of my wife ( no I won’t share)

He was quite an accomplished artist and I have a couple of very erotic sketches of my wife too.

These are in our bedroom, and it gives me an added thrill to know the artist and photographer was once a participant in our erotic adventures.

If you’re interested, there’s more to tell, other combinations.

Let me know, if you do.