“Fuck, C,” he said, looking at me with an expression of total awe. “That was incredible.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I simply didn’t know where to start.
Phil’s brain was obviously working on the same problem. He continued to look at me, then a little crease appeared between his eyebrows, as if deep in thought. Seconds later, his face brightened as though he’d had a ‘eureka’ moment.
Moving to sit on the table beside me, he took my hands in his and said, “Christina. We’ve both fucked up, all right? I know it was mainly my fault, so I’ll allow you to hold it against me for the rest of my life, just as long as we’re together. I love you. I’m not saying it won’t be tough, but I’d rather have it tough with you than easy without you. I’ll do everything in my power to make it work, and most importantly, make you happy. What do you say?”
“I say we’ve got an awful lot to talk about, but yes. I love you too, and right now, that’s all that matters.”
He enveloped me in a huge, tight hug which almost squeezed the air from my lungs. I hugged him back, scarcely believing that the man I’d never stopped loving was back in my arms. All too soon, though, reality began creeping back into my consciousness and I pulled away from him and began to straighten myself out.
“So, what now?” Phil said, moving to make himself presentable again.
As he spoke, I’d heard something and moved over to the window. Tiptoeing to look outside, I saw Shane and Paul walking across the yard towards the building we were in. Spinning around to face Phil, I said, “Right now, I think we’ve got some explaining to do.”
Double Vision
Becky and Paul shared most things - as an open-minded married couple, this included sexual fantasies, many of which they acted out. A Lance Corporal in the British Army, Paul did wonders for Becky’s uniform fetish. However, as much as she loved and trusted Paul, Becky had never divulged her number one fantasy.
Tonight, however, Becky had decided to bite the figurative bullet. Paul would be home in about 20 minutes. She pulled the new negligee out of her top drawer and slid it over her shoulders, letting the fantasy unfold in her mind. She imagined Paul, with several other men dressed in uniform, surrounding her.
Becky pulled the matching skimpy panties up, wondering how damp they might become before he even came home. The squaddies in her fantasy moved in on her, quickly pulling her clothes from her. She imagined eager, masculine hands caressing her skin, her limbs, her breasts.
She walked around her marital bedroom, lighting candles, imagining the sordid positions her military gang of lovers would assume. They might force her to her knees, here, at the end of the bed, each taking pleasure in her mouth. They would bend her over the front of the low dresser here, taking turns entering her.
Becky sat on the end of the bed and pulled on her tallest heels, picturing her own body lying prone, her lovers touching, kissing, and fucking her. She indulged in her fantasy for only a moment more before she stood to look in the mirror and assess the finished product.
Becky’s fantasy was a minefield for so many reasons: it broke the couple’s rule about bringing other people into their sex life. Plus, she didn’t fancy any of Paul’s mates, and if the authorities found out, there could be an awful lot of trouble. So Becky had kept quiet, letting her fantasy scenario play out only in her head. But she had realized that just because she told Paul about it, didn’t mean that anything had to happen. After all, they hadn’t acted out all of the fantasies they’d previously divulged; they were happy to just talk about many of them. This could be one of those fantasies. She applied a sheer pink colour to her lips and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.
Becky heard the key turn in the door and ran down the stairs. Paul was grinning even before he came in, but his grin widened when he saw what she was wearing. He was clearly in for a good time this evening. She took his hand, wordlessly, and pulled him over the threshold and towards the stairs - barely giving him enough time to shut the front door.
Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they’d been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren’t quite the rampant teenagers they’d been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they’d done it.
Paul knew that Becky loved him in uniform - she often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn’t complaining, After all, it was really no different from him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits - much like the one she had on now.
Becky let go of Paul’s hand and sauntered to the bed. She turned and sat, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he felt his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.
Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything, from the regulation boots to the beret on his head, screamed “fuck me!” And that’s exactly what Becky intended to do.
“Come here, gorgeous,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive tone, “let me look at you.”
Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth, muscular stomach, then licked him, her tongue riding the ridges of his six pack.
Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn’t wait to get her hands on his cock, but she knew it was worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. She released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails, not-so-gently, across his skin as she did so.
Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul’s belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own - nothing. He’d gone commando today, so that all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.
Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife’s hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked the shiny, purple head like it was an ice cream, lightly flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband’s impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul’s concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.
“Babe,” Paul said, his voice husky with lust, “you’re going to have to stop that or I’ll come. It feels bloody amazing.”
Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, “Well, that’s kind of the plan.”
“I know, but I wanna come inside you - eventually.”
“How about you return the favour, then?”
Becky slid Paul’s shaft deep inside her mouth one more time, then back out with an audible “pop.” She lay back on the bed, crossed her arms behind her head, and looked at her husband with a lecherous smile.
Paul instantly dropped to his knees on the carpet and shuffled closer to the bed. He grabbed Becky’s ankles and pulled her so she was positioned with her ass on the edge of the mattress. He removed her tiny, frilly knickers, pulling them over her legs and off her feet, then he spread her legs wide. Dipping his head between her thighs, he inched slowly towards her pussy, purposely teasing her, like she had him. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent of her, his cock leapt in response. Then he exhaled, sending a car
ess of warm air over her labia and clit.
Becky gasped at the sensation; her legs involuntarily drawing together. Now she could feel Paul’s head against her inner thighs, his green beret tickling the delicate skin and its badge digging into her. She didn’t care. All she really wanted to feel was his talented tongue dipping into her wetness, coaxing her to orgasm.
He didn’t make her wait much longer. Paul slid his hands underneath her, cupping her ass and pulling her pussy onto his face. He brushed his face against her skin, the roughness of his stubble making her squeal and wriggle in his hands. He smiled, then drove his tongue into his wife’s pussy. She tasted and smelled divine - Paul never could get enough of giving Becky head.
As he licked, sucked, and nibbled at her vulva, Becky’s gasps and moans became louder and more abandoned, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came. Adding a finger to her pussy, he coated it thoroughly in her copious juices, and smeared them on her asshole. Knowing what was coming, Becky’s anus twitched, as though trying to grab his finger. Stroking gently but firmly, Paul introduced his digit to her back passage, continuing to tongue her clit.
Once she’d relaxed a little, Paul pumped his finger in and out of Becky’s tight hole. He felt it grow tighter and grip his finger, and with a final suck of her sensitive nub, Becky was spiralling into orgasm. Twitching and moaning, Becky came hard, Paul continuing to lick her until the contractions died down.
He clambered up and joined Becky on the bed, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair as she recovered. She looked up at him and grinned lazily, still basking in the afterglow of her climax.
It was now or never.
“Sweetie,” she said, looking coyly up at him through her lashes, “you know how you said we can tell each other anything?”
“Yes, of course. What is it?”
“You know how much I like you in your uniform, right?” Not wanting to give him a chance to reply, she continued, “Well, I’ve been keeping this one quiet for a while, but I sometimes think about group sex - with squaddies.” She paused. “I know it can never happen, but it makes me horny thinking about it.”
Paul remained silent. He had a faraway expression on his face, and Becky wondered what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he snapped out of it.
“You dirty bitch. Being serviced by different men gets you off, eh?”
Becky looked up, alarmed, but then she spotted the smirk playing on his lips.
“I’d quite like to share you out actually. My sexy wife sucking and fucking different cocks, all the while knowing I get to go home with you.”
Pouncing on her and tickling her, they laughed and playfully wrestled until Paul ended up straddling his wife, pinning her wrists down. They quickly resumed where they’d left off before Becky’s confession.
*
Days later, Becky’s fantasy was the last thing on her mind as she wound her way down the aisles of the supermarket. She had a delicious meal planned for Paul, and was consumed with the upcoming line up of recipes. She hummed a tune as she drove home and unlocked the front door, propping it open so she could bring in all the bags. She flipped on the kettle and headed for their bedroom to take off her shoes before putting the shopping away.
It wasn’t until she pushed open the door that she noticed something was amiss. However, before she could take anything in and make sense of it, Paul appeared from behind the door with a blindfold in his hands.
“I gotta surprise for you babe. Let me put this on.”
Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky smiled, pointing back towards the kitchen. “Just let me put the groceries...”
“Shhhh,” he interrupted. “They’ll be fine. Do as I say, turn around, and let me put this on you.”
Becky’s body responded immediately. She turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn’t uncomfortable for her, and took her hand. He led her towards the bed, pushed her gently onto it, and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, starting with her shoes and socks, then peeled her clothes away, layer by layer, until she was completely naked. She had been nude in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed - she didn’t know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.
“You trust me, right?”
Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed shift as Paul’s weight moved off it. She knew he hadn’t gone far, she could hear noises that resembled the sound of clothing falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing, but if that were the case, he was wearing an awful lot of clothing. She wondered if her ears were playing tricks on her.
Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that’s when she realized he hadn’t been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leaned down to kiss her.
“You’re beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?” he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.
Nodding, Becky became very aware of the dampness between her thighs.
“You’re a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don’t you? I see men looking at you when we’re out, and I don’t blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day, you’re mine, so I’ll let them share you for a little while. They’re looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?”
As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky’s heart pounded in her chest when she realized what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn’t? They’d always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it - even just for sex.
Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw. Standing tall and rigid...surrounding her from every side...were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several, huge, freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from an array of different angles -him, in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections - countless uniformed men straddling nude women. There were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors - the undressing noises she had heard earlier - and they added to the eerie sensation that she was in a universe filled with beds and lovers.
“The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I’d do anything for you, so I got as close as I could.”
“I’m a very lucky girl,” she replied, looping her hands around her husband’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “I can’t wait to be shared amongst all these men - fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole.”
“Dirty bitch,” he mumbled, against her mouth, “now let’s see about that cock in every hole, shall we?”
Pulling away from the kiss, Paul straddled Becky, placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. He undid his trousers and pulled his prick out. It was rock hard, straining up towards his belly button. He pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky’s lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savoring the feeling of her talented tongue caressing his shaft.
Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. It was quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife’s snatch in the mirror, pink and glistening. God, he couldn’t wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky’s mouth so she could suck it properly.
Getting his bell end nice and wet, Becky teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep-throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth
. She gobbled his shaft down again and repeated the process. Just as he started to approach orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She knew how to drive him wild, and loved doing it.
If Becky strained her neck a little, she could see the reflection of the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath him. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from this viewpoint, she could see how swollen her labia and clit were. Popping Paul’s cock out of her mouth, she said, “Baby, I’m so wet for you. Touch me.”
Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky’s pussy. She was, indeed, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. He brought it to her lips, and greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul’s finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucked her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself.
Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. He grinned up at Becky before he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She giggled, and caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them.
He licked and teased her, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. He planted butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious.
Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky’s thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.
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