It was the day of the dinner party and I was dreading it. My wife had had to go away urgently, her mother had fallen and she was needed to help her while she recovered.  We were to be six couples but I was the only one going alone. My wife had insisted that I go as it was her very good friend Elaine who was holding it and she had assured her that I would.

Carrying a bottle of wine and some flowers, I knocked on the door to be greeted by Elaine and her husband Neil. After the perfunctory introductions with the other guests, and parrying off questions about why my wife wasn’t with me, followed by the  sympathetic noises coming from my replies, I was left to mingle while Elaine went back into the kitchen.

Of course I knew some of the people in the room but there were three couples who were new to me. One of them, a lady, was very friendly. She introduced herself as Barbara and was very chatty,  which made me feel more relaxed, as I’d stopped being embarrassed about being the centre of attention. Her husband Greg, was busy chatting to one of the other husband’s but Barbara wasn’t letting go and kept holding my attention with her quite amusing stories. 

At dinner, Barbara even managed to sit next to me while her husband Greg sat opposite. Elaine served the food and fussed about everyone having everything they needed and in that few moments of chaos Barbara stroked my leg under the table. She was flirting with me. It was a shock to find that after twenty three years of marriage,  someone found me attractive. Flattered, I touched her knee in response.

What followed throughout dinner was a lot of leg fondling and stroking.  Barbara seemed to be paying me lots of attention.  The fact that she had on a short skirt enabled me to reach quite high up her leg to the point I touched her panties around her thigh.  Both of us were chatting to Greg whilst we we’re gently stroking each others legs. Barbara took this situation with calmness.  She looked at her husband as if she was daring him to see what she was doing while I was half excited and petrified at the same time.

After dinner, we were led to the lounge area for drinks and Barbara excused herself and went to the bathroom.  Meanwhile, Greg wanted to continue the last conversation we had before.  I half expected him to warn me off his wife but he didn’t. He chatted away and seemed interested in what I was going to do whilst my wife was away.

The rest of the evening was spent without any more incident and I took it as a one-off piece of flirting, albeit with a bit of leg fumbling. Barbara was probably trying to provoke Greg or she just liked to flirt. Anyway, the evening came to an end and we all parted the best of friends and with coat on I made my weary way home, which thankfully was only ten minutes walk away.

Putting my hands in my pocket to guard against the night chill, I felt a piece of paper there. It was probably a receipt from a purchase and I thought nothing of it, except that I would bin it when I got home. With thoughts of my flirting with Barbara I continued my walk home and considered about sexually relieving myself when I went to bed.

However, the receipt I pulled from my pocket wasn’t a receipt at all. It was a scribbled note saying,  “ Call me Monday after eight ”, with a telephone number and a signature that was Barbara’s. The thought of relieving myself went into overdrive despite the fact that I was considering adultery and I paced up and down the living room questioning my motives but the stiffness in my cock wouldn’t subside so I decided to take matters in hand and sort myself out.

Lying on the bed naked, my cock stood proud despite the amount of alcohol I’d consumed, and thoughts of my hand travelling up Barbara’s leg and imagining what I would like to do with her, and she, putting her hand on my now, very erect cock, had me blasting away with shots that almost reached my chin. I Just lay there in a haze imagining I had cum inside her as I fell asleep.

The morning brought a lot of dried up mess on the bedlinen . I’d not bothered to clean up my ejaculation from the previous night and the first part of my morning was spent changing the bed linen and getting the washing machine going. I had initially thought,  that morning,  that I wouldn’t ring Barbara on Monday but as the day wore on I weakened. She was an extremely attractive woman  and I couldn’t resist the idea of plundering her most intimate places.

By Monday, after work, the temptation was too much and at one minute past eight I dialled her number. She said Greg was at his Bridge Club and wouldn’t be home until eleven o’clock and she would love to see me now if I was able.  Of course I was, and within fifteen minutes I was parked down the road from her house.  I’d pre-emptively decided to make myself as fresh as possible and was scrubbed within an inch of my life before I made the call, just in case. A good decision.

 After a moments hesitation, I nervously rang the bell. Barbara very quickly answered it ushering me inside before I could even say hello. In the lounge she turned and kissed me long and tenderly before breaking off and getting me a drink. It now became apparent to me that she had nothing on beneath her dressing gown and with each turn she revealed more of her beautiful flesh.

If I’d had any hesitation about what I was about to do, it vanished in a millisecond as I reached out to undo the already loose belt on her gown to reveal her sumptuous body. I had to have her and she looked just as eager as me, and all thoughts of any conversation went out of the window as we gorged on each others bodies.

As I’m kissing and stroking as much of her body as I can reach, Barbara was unfastening my pants and desperately trying to unleash my cock. What followed was an unseemly rush to get naked and down to business, and with clothes scattered and left where they fell, we explored each others most intimate parts, both with our hands and also our mouths to try get as close to each other as we could. 

A while later I was desperate to enter her, so I positioned her on top of her dressing gown which lay on the carpet. Parting her legs and with my cock pointing to her entrance I went into her with a long and satisfying sigh. It was a warm, lush feeling and I wondered at my staying power before I exploded into her. Trying to make it last, I slowed down and paced my thrusts at a level where I had control, and Barbara was still able to bring herself to orgasm.

Lost in the pure lust of our lovemaking I heard a cough behind me.

In panic, I froze and instantly pulled out. Greg had returned to catch me as deep as I could possibly be inside his wife’s pussy. My first thought, in my panic, was that he was going to beat the living crap out of me and I must have looked like a gibbering idiot trying to get out of this situation without a severe beating.

With words like, “What do you think you’re doing to my wife?” And, “How are you going to explain this to YOUR  wife?”

More panic!

I’m waiting for the pain of his punches, and he reminds me of the pain I’m going to inflict on my wife. In the middle of my panic I feel despair.  My life and reputation had been destroyed in an overwhelming moment of desire.

But wait!

Barbara wasn’t panicked. She remained calm and didn’t even attempt to cover herself up and Greg hadn’t punched me yet.  What on earth, was going on?

Gradually it dawned on me that I had been set up, but for what reason? There wasn’t anything obvious, except to destroy my marriage or blackmail me for some purpose.

“Tell him Barbara, while I get ready”, said Greg. And with that he turned and bounded up the stairs. I was totally perplexed and bamboozled as I looked, open mouthed, at her with her legs in exactly the same position as they were when I was lay between them, and her entrance still open-lipped from where my cock had separated them apart. On my par,  my cock had had a puncture and was totally deflated.

Barbara tried to explain things to me but I couldn’t take anything in except that I’d been set up and unless I didn’t want to get divorced and end up living in a bedsit then whatever Greg wanted,  I had to comply.

Enter Greg. He was naked except for a leather thong and some leather straps around his chest. He was well built and the black leather made him look very macho. My thought was that he could turn me into pulp if he wanted to, as he ordered me to stand up. Nervously I did what he said, not sure what was going to happen. He just said he wanted to taste his wife on me and took hold of my floppy cock and put it in his mouth.

To say I was shocked, was an understatement.  My gut reaction was to pull away but his hands had me gripped firmly enough so that I couldn’t move.  I’d never have contemplated doing, or having,  anything like this done to me, but I was helpless to escape from it.

My humiliation was complete when, despite myself, my cock started to firm up again. It didn’t jump back up,  but it did grow slowly and to full size. The feeling was warm and he knew exactly what was needed to get it going. Despite not wanting this to happen I couldn’t help myself and began to push with every thrust Greg did to take more of me in. Barbara, meanwhile, had knelt up and was level with Greg and as his mouth left my cock, Barbara took over and latched herself onto it too.

They both spent the next few minutes taking turn, licking and sucking my cock. They seemed well rehearsed as they instantly knew when they were to take over. The only difference was,  that Greg kept his hand on my bottom at all times and his fingers were probing towards the entrance to it. I was only slightly aware of this as I concentrated on two people taking turns on my cock. Its not an everyday occurrence and despite myself I was hugely enjoying the attention.

As if on cue, Barbara pulled away and turned on her hands and knees so that her bottom was facing me and Greg urged me to take her from behind. He obviously wanted to watch. So, positioning myself, I did what I was told and with my glistening cock entered her pussy with relative ease. What I hadn’t expected was Greg had come up behind me and sandwiched me between them.

I was now, in a land of confusion. Ploughing Barbara was fantastic and I dearly wanted to plant my seed in her, despite her setting me up.  Greg, with his cock pressed up against my bum, and him having both a physical and mental hold over me, was able to do what he liked with me, and there was nothing I could do about it. So I just braced myself and let him do what he wanted.

I’m ordered to stop pushing into Barbara and I felt something cold up against the entrance to my bum hole to be followed by Greg’s cock trying to make an entrance.  Urged to relax, I managed to accommodate Greg inside me. It was a shock at first and,  at that time, I questioned whether I  should just take the consequences of my adulterous actions instead. 

But, after allowing a few moments to get used to it, it didn’t feel so bad. I’m then reminded that Barbara was being neglected and that I should get on with it, and so I continued to work my cock in as far as it would go with Greg doing exactly the same to me. It wasn’t long before Greg took over and his thrusts into me had a knock-on effect into Barbara. Sandwiched between them and with little control of the speed or weight of the thrusting, I just let myself go with it. I’d been pulled over a line, but I had to admit that I  quite enjoyed it and I could feel the sap rising and could probably  explode at any moment.

Whether Greg could tell, or whether he was getting close to cumming himself, he had increased the pace and weight of his thrusts into me and the consequence was that I did the same to Barbara. She, in turn, started breathing more heavily and wriggling her bottom to meet Greg’s thrusts echoed through me. Suddenly she pushed back and kept it there and wriggled furiously as she orgasmed.

 This had the effect of making me cum too. Greg then went into overdrive and brought his stroke to the point of no return and climaxed into me, pushing me even deeper into Barbara, sending every possible drop I had further into her.

Still sandwiched between them, we just collapsed where we were, with me sliding out of Barbara but Greg seemingly wanted to keep his emptying cock a little longer inside me, still gripped me tightly. Eventually, and with a few final strokes, Greg pulled out. Thankfully, he did it gently and I felt no discomfort.

He got up and told both of us that we could do what we liked with each other, but that I had to come back in two days for his pleasure. With that, he turned and left the room.

It was left to Barbara to explain the trap I’d fallen into. It appears that Greg no longer has conventional sex with her, but now prefers sex with men. So they both keep an eye out for men they both like and the game begins.  She went on to say that if I had truly objected to his advances, he would not have continued, but because I had an erection from him sucking me, it was game-on.

An hour later, and with a more comprehensive idea about their unusual sex practices, Barbara and I returned to where we were before Greg had interrupted us, and I was able to spend more time enjoying her flesh, licking and sucking her nipples as I went into her as deep as I could.  It was a slower coming together this time and we both enjoyed the sensation of our intercourse, concluding with orgasms that deep and sensational.   

Promising to return in two days time I left for home with a bit on a guilty conscience, but here I have to confess that what happened to me that night was strange and bizarre, but that I liked it, including Greg putting his cock up my bum. If, in a couple of days, he wanted me to suck his cock,  I probably would.  It was a side of life I had no knowledge or desire of before, but now I was intrigued, and conscience aside, I was going to let Greg teach me in front of Barbara, who said she found it fascinating and that it turned her on in a big way.

Who am I to argue?