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Why does my husband, Darren, share me with other lovers? Because it turns him on to know that he has an attractive wife that other men desire. Does he feel jealous? No, I don’t think so, it’s just physical pleasure after all and I don’t get emotionally involved with my lovers.

The question most people ask is how it started. How did a normal, middle class couple with three kids set out on this little erotic adventure? They want to know the thought processes, the physical practicalities of having our kind of open relationship. Second they want to know if Darren sleeps with other women to counter-balance my adultery. The answer to that is no, he doesn’t. I am a very sexual woman and give my husband more than enough pussy for any healthy man. I do not, have never, cheated on my husband. He shares me with other men because that fulfils a need he has and I only have sex with men he decides to share me with, so if you’re of a mind to hit on me in a bar you can forget it. To get me you have to go through Darren and he’s very fussy about who he allows between my legs.

It all started with his friend Ben who’d split from his wife and needed somewhere to stay till he got his shit together. We had a big house that Darren had inherited from his parents with plenty of room so it made sense to have him stay with us. I’d always liked Ben but hadn’t really thought he was interested in me till Darren mentioned that he’d seen Ben staring at my butt earlier in the evening. Now, I know I’m passably pretty, but I’m no stunner and I hadn’t even thought about other men looking at me since I’d met Darren. But, lying in bed with my husband, with his hands caressing my butt, he told me that he’d caught his friend’s eyed glued to my ass as I’d poured drinks for them in the den.

“You’re kidding,” I said.

“Nope. His eyes were boring right through your pants, through your panties and right down to your bare ass.”


“I swear, Penny. That man has the hots for you.”

Darren had the hots for me too. His thick erection was pressing against my belly and his hands were pulling apart the cheeks of my ass. He put his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily.

“He’s just missing having a woman around,” I said, letting him go.

“I don’t think Tania was giving him much pussy towards the end.”

“He’s a naughty boy anyway, looking at other men’s wives’ butts.”

Darren bent his cock down to slip it between my thighs and I rocked my clit gently against the shaft.

“Is it turning you on,” I asked my husband, “knowing another man wants your wife?”

“Uh huh.”

It was turning me on too. I could feel my pussy lips swelling and opening, the well of my pussy bubbling with my love juice. I thought of Ben, his crazy grin, his shock of wild hair, his broad chest, and tried to imagine it was his cock between my legs. It felt good.

Thinking about making love to other people wasn’t anything new for us as we’d often shared fantasies. It turned us both on and always led to a wonderful fuck.

Darren reached between my cheeks and inserted a finger up my butt. The twin sensations of his finger and his cock between my legs had me wriggling like a fish.

“Do you want my ass?” I whispered, hopefully

“Not particularly, but I think Ben does.”

“What makes you say that?”

“He told me Tania was mad for it.”

For some reason I couldn’t imagine skinny little Tania Hope taking a man’s cock up her ass but, then again, what did I know? I doubt if any of my friends imagined that I was addicted to anal. I’d no idea I would enjoy it so much but from the moment Darren first stretched my pooper when we were on vacation in Bermuda, I’d known that it would be one of my favourites. The sensations were just so blissfully intense, so totally different to pussy fucking, that I liked it at least once a week. Thankfully Darren liked it too and would have happily fucked nothing but my ass if I hadn’t stopped him, hoping to keep my back passage at least moderately tight. As I’ve said, Darren has a thick cock and it wouldn’t have taken long with him taking me up there every night for him to really stretch me. So we kept it for a special but didn’t assign a specific night for it, just to keep it interesting. Once I’d been so into it that I’d let him fuck my ass three nights in a row, but that had been a one off.

Now I was imagining myself sandwiched between Darren and Ben. Darren’s fingers were standing in for Ben’s cock and Darren’s cock was still between my legs. My husband was kissing my lips and his friend was kissing the nape of my neck. I came with a shudder.

“Good one?” Darren asked.


He lifted his body so I could slip a leg under him so that placing the other over him put my pussy directly onto the head of his cock. I was so wet that it slipped into me without any preliminaries. Darren felt thick and strong inside me and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started rocking into me.

“Stick your fingers up my ass again,” I instructed.

“Hard or soft?”

“Hard. Like Ben just slipped into bed behind me with a raging hard-on and stuck it up my butt.”

Darren jabbed two fingers into my pooper and I convulsed, mashing my titties against my husband’s chest.

“Would you really like him to do that?”

“Not for a first time, no. But once I got to know him better, maybe ..”

“You’re a slut.”

“It’s only talking.”

Darren pulled his fingers out of my ass and rolled me onto my back so he could give me a regular hard fucking. I slung my legs round his waist and let him plunder my body, wet, open, ready for action. For all my love of anal I loved missionary in the pussy too and I came several times as my husband fucked me hard before finally shooting powerfully inside me.

Only talking, I’d said, and I really believed it. It had just been another one of the fantasies we shared, but as the days passed I began noticing Ben’s eyes on me and it turned me on. Darren noticed too because, aroused by Ben, I was giving my husband better sex. Sucking him off the minute he came home from work, giving him a hand-job when he was in the shower, encouraging him to finger me under the dinner table. I was on heat and I couldn’t hide it.

Darren said to me one night, “What’s it going to take to dowse that fire, screwing Ben?”

“I couldn’t cheat on you, honey,” I whispered as I stroked him to an erection.

“It wouldn’t be cheating if I knew about it.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“No,” he admitted after a long pause, “Actually it would turn me on.”

“Really? I thought you just liked talking about it.”

“Yeah, that’s good, but this seems like the logical next step.”

“No,” I said emphatically, “If I slept with Ben it would destroy our relationship. We took a vow of fidelity, remember, when we got married and I’m not going to risk losing my man for a quick fuck.”

“But you miss it, don’t you?”

“What?” He was stiffening up nicely in my hand and I squeezed his cock, just below the head.

“Lots of strange cock, like you used to take before you met me.” His hand cupped my pussy mound and a fingertip searched for my clit.

“I was younger then. Now I’m married, I have kids, you shouldn’t have me thinking like that.”

“But that’s why I’m secure about you sleeping with Ben, because we’ve been married 10 years and because we’ve got three kids. You’re not likely to leave me for him.” He found his target and began rotating over my little engorged nub.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I giggled, “what if he’s a better fuck than you?”

“Do you think that’s likely?”

“No, honey, I might enjoy fucking Ben, but I love you.”

“So, you do want Ben?”

“I wouldn’t know how to go about it,” I said, climbing on top of him and letting his long shaft slip into my wet haven. It was exciting but I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I began bobbing up and down on my husband’s cock and, lowering my mouth to his ear, whispered, “If he comes on to me I might give him it, but I’m not chasing him.”

Of course all I’d done was lay myself open to Darren encouraging Ben to make a move on me. I don’t know exactly what words were spoken but Ben started complimenting me, how nice my hair looked, stuff like that. He also started touching me. Nothing inappropriate, just resting his hand on mine as I passed him a plate at dinner or putting a hand on my shoulder as I stood looking out of the window. It was all done very subtly, so I was never totally sure, but I suspected that our guest was looking for something special from his hostess.

One day I had my back to him as I hand-washed some delicate porcelain dishes. He was perched at the breakfast bar drinking coffee and Darren had taken the boys to the park.

“You know, Penny,” Ben began, “I’ve been watching that beautiful ass of yours for three weeks now and I’ll be moving out tomorrow so I’ll miss it.”

I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned, “It’ll still be here, you can always visit.”

“It would have been nice if I at least got to touch it while I was here.”

I held up my left hand and waved it at him to show him my wedding ring. “Married, Ben. Penny’s ass is not available for touching, I’m afraid.”

“Just let me see it once then.”

“No,” I said sharply.

“Just lift your skirt and let me see it.”

“Ben, behave!”

“I won’t touch it, I promise.”

I turned to face him, leaning back against the sink, still grinning. “But you would touch it if I showed you it, wouldn’t you? You’d touch it and feel it and kiss it and that would make your cock go all hard, so you’d want to fuck me. That’s what would happen, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“What has Darren said to you?”

“He said .. he said he wouldn’t mind sharing you with me.”

“Sharing me? Is that what it is? But won’t you feel odd fucking your friend’s wife?”

“Odd, sure, but good too. Very good.”

“And you can’t even be bothered booking into a hotel to have adulterous sex with me?”

“Is that what you want?” he asked eagerly, putting down his cup and bouncing off his bar stool.

“No, you silly,” I replied, walking towards him and hooking my hands behind his neck, “Hotels are sordid, I’m much more comfortable getting it here.”

I tilted my head, opened my mouth slightly and offered him it. He obliged by slipping his tongue in and letting me suck on it. I pressed my body against him and felt his stiff cock press against me. His hands slipped round to my ass and he cupped my cheeks, lifting me up to him.

“So what’s so great about my ass?” I asked him.

“It’s a woman’s ass. Tania’s was scrawny, nothing to dig your fingers into.”

“You saying I’ve got a fat ass, buster?” I responded fiercely.

“Hardly, you’re actually very slim, but woman slim, not little girl thin.”

“That’s okay then, I like being a woman.”

His hands lifted my skirt and slid up the backs of my bare thighs to my ass again. As we kissed he rolled and squeezed my firm mounds and I felt his cock becoming even harder.

“I think we’d better let that big boy loose before he explodes,” I suggested. He released me for long enough to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. It was about the same size as Darren’s, standing proudly erect between us and I grabbed it before dropping to my knees and taking it in my mouth. Ben grabbed my head and fucked my face, almost causing me to gag. It was obvious he hadn’t had sex for a while and was finding my warm, wet, mouth a good place to be. I mouthed, licked and sucked him till I felt he couldn’t take any more because I didn’t want him coming in my mouth, I wanted this beauty between my legs. I gave it a last lingering coat of spit with my tongue and stood up.

“Okay, let’s see what you can do.”

I flipped my skirt up to my waist and leaned over to rest my hands on the bar. Ben pulled my panties down to half way down my thighs but they were so brief that he wasn’t afforded a much better view till I reached behind to spread my ass cheeks. Ben buried his face there, his tongue exploring my ass hole with his wet tongue.

“Oh God, you’ve got hair down here,” he said excitedly, “I haven’t seen a hairy pussy in years.”

“Like you said, I’m a woman, not a little girl. Plus it itches like hell when it grows back and my skin’s too sensitive for constant shaving.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said, parting my curls with his fingers to let his tongue get to my pussy lips. His fingers then started spreading my ass hole and he worked a finger of each hand inside. He was doing fine keeping me open that way and I let go of my ass and returned my hands to the bar, giving me leverage to push back against him. His tongue wasn’t really long enough to get to my clit properly but his fingers in my ass felt so good that I didn’t want to spin round. I hadn’t wanted to give him anal on a first fuck, but the urge to be fucked up there was building up in my pooper. Fuck, I thought, if he sticks his cock up my ass he can still reach round and work my clit with his fingers.

“Do you want to fuck my ass, Ben?” I asked.

“You bet!”

“Go right ahead,” I offered, shoving my ass even further into his face.

He stood up and said, “I can’t, not standing up. I have a knee injury. Can we lie down somewhere?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him through to the den where I finally kicked my panties off and got rid of my skirt, blouse and bra. Now, totally naked, I lay on the couch, face down and presented my lover with what he most desired.

He didn’t bother stripping off and his cock was still sticking out of his pant’s fly as he lowered himself onto me. His hands were eager to reach round and mould my full breasts but I could feel the hot length of his cock rest against the crack of my ass.

“Stick it in,” I pleaded.

He let go of my boobs and spread my ass.

“Do you need lube?”

“No, I need cock.”

Without further hesitation I felt the warm, bulbous, head touch my narrow opening. He pressed against me and my flesh opened to him.

“Gently,” I hissed, remembering how long it had taken me to train Darren in how to approach me back there. I liked it, sure, but it had to be introduced gradually, giving me time to adapt to the unnatural invasion.

“Sorry,” he breathed, holding still, with just the head of his cock inside me. In general dimensions he was the same size as Darren but the head of his cock seemed to be wider at the flare and it took me a while to get used to it. He worked it in and I felt the warmth in my ass grow as my tight sphincter relaxed and allowed him entry. Soon he was in me up to the hilt and I let out a soft groan.

“Good?” he asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“I’ll hold it here for a while. Let me know when you want me to start fucking you.”

“Oh, don’t wait,” I answered, shoving my ass up at him, “I’m ready to be fucked right now.”

He began pumping into me. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathed.

I felt his powerful thrusts into my body and knew that I was going to come with being ass-fucked by him. Already I was feeling the distant tingle of an approaching orgasm and I held my breath in anticipation. As he thrust harder and harder, really pounding into my ass, the feelings grew stronger and stronger and when my climax arrived I shook like a leaf as Ben continued hammering into my butt.

“Oh God,” I sobbed, “that was wonderful.”

Suddenly Ben’s entire weight dropped onto my back and he cursed, “Damn, knee’s gone.”

I was disappointed as I’d thoroughly enjoyed him pounding me and suspected there were still a couple of comes lurking in my system. Still he’d given me a thoroughly good one and it would be unladylike to complain.

“You poor dear,” I said, “Get onto your back and let me do the work.”

He rolled off me and asked, “Can I have pussy too?”

“Sure, but I’ll need to clean you up first.”

As he stripped off before arranging himself on his back I ran into the en-suite and found a face cloth which I quickly dampened before returning to my lover. His cock was still standing, ferociously erect and defiant. I grabbed it and quickly wiped it clean before throwing the cloth aside and flinging a leg over him. I parted my pussy lips with my fingers and slowly inserted his cock into my sopping hole. It slid in smoothly and soon I had him all the way in, my butt nestling against his balls. I began rocking on his mighty shaft, resting my hands on his chest. He seemed fascinated by my thick bush and reached down to run his fingers through it.

“Oh Penny, you’re just great. I wish I’d known before that Darren was willing to share you.”

“He doesn’t,” I told him, “This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. The first time I’ve had a strange cock since I got married.”

The thought of that seemed to arouse him even further and, despite his bad knee, he began matching my rocking movements with upward thrusts into me.

“I shared Tania once,” he admitted, “with a black guy. She loved it. I mean really loved it.”

“Big cock?” I asked, curious.

“Massive, but she took it up her ass without blinking.”

I couldn’t imagine anybody bigger than Darren or Ben up my ass, but little Tania was proving to be full of surprises.

“She couldn’t sit down comfortably for days afterwards,” Ben continued, “but she still said it was the best fuck she’d ever had. I guess she got off on pain.”

“Just the once then?” I asked, eager to know more.

“No, we’d hook up with the guy once a week and he would have sex with her. Went on for a couple of months.”

“Nothing to do with your break up then?” I admit I wanted to know if this sharing thing was workable.

“No, I don’t think so. I think we just outgrew each other. Wanted different things out of life.”

I moved my hands onto Ben’s hard, flat, belly to allow me to bounce rather than rock, varying the distance I allowed him to plunge into me from a couple of inches to his full length. Looking down I could see my cream coating his cock and it excited me. I had a little come, but nothing as intense as the one he’d given me while fucking my ass. I continued bouncing on him, hoping to build up another one.

“I hope Darren’s gonna share you with me for a while.”

“I don’t know what he’s got planned,” I admitted. “A one-off with you might be enough to get it out of his system, or he might want to share me with 20 other men that I don’t know about. This came totally out of the blue, Ben, so I don’t know where it’s heading.”

“I hope you don’t regret it.”

“No, I don’t do regret.”

“I’m gonna come soon.”

“I know. Go right ahead, I’ve had my fun.”

He grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples expertly which started me building up a head of steam again. But he hadn’t been fooling about being ready to come because minutes later he came with a loud roar and shot an amazing amount of cum into me. Again, I was disappointed as I hadn’t quite managed to get off but despite ejaculating what felt like pints inside me, Ben kept fucking, even as his stuff drained out of me and onto his belly.

“Come for me, baby,” he urged, his cock still hard but slipping in and out easily with the lubrication he’d filled me with.

“Stick your finger in my ass,” I ordered and he took one hand away from my boob, reached behind me and slid a finger straight up my pooper.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, “yes, yes, yes. Finger fuck that fucking, fucking ass.”

I collapsed on top of him like a deflated balloon as my third orgasm of our session hit me. Still not as intense as the ass-driven one, but a lot stronger than the previous. I quivered on top of him in the aftermath and he held me to him. I had my eyes closed tight but the smell of him told me I’d just been fucked by a man that wasn’t my husband.

I was still shaking with after-shocks when I heard the front door close.

“Shit,” I said, jumping up, “it’s Darren and the boys.”

I didn’t doubt for a moment that Darren would know what I’d been up to, but there was no need to display to my sons how much of a slut there mother was.

I hunted frantically for my panties which I’d cast aside so casually while in the throes of passion and hissed to Ben, “Get your pants on, goddamit!”

By the time Darren entered the den we were sitting chatting and fully dressed though Ben’s come was still pooling in my panties. The way Darren wrinkled his nose however told me that he sensed the scent of sex in the air.

“You fucked him, didn’t you?” he asked me that night once we were in the privacy of our bed.

“I thought you wanted me to,” I answered.

“I’m not complaining,” he said, pulling me towards him, “Was it good?”

“Excellent. I sucked him, I let him fuck me in the ass and he finally came in my pussy. A good all-round session.”

Darren’s hand went between my legs. “You didn’t douche?”

“I didn’t have time.”

“So that’s still his cum leaking out of you?”

“Well, that and my contribution to the events. You want to see?”

In the dimness of the bedroom I felt him nodding rather than saw him, but I switched on the bedside lamp and lay back with my legs splayed while Darren gazed at my puffy hole.

“You wanna lick it?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I want to fuck it.”

I hung my head a little. “You wanna fuck the naughty wifey?”


“You wanna fuck me where I put another man’s cock?”

“Yeah,” but this time it was grunted.

“You wanna fuck wifey’s naughty pussy?”

He was breathing heavily and didn’t answer at all this time, but I’d been eyeing his cock getting thicker and rising. He lunged forward and was on top of me, his cock slotting perfectly into my welcoming cunt.

“Oh, give it to me, baby,” I urged and my husband hammered me with more passion than I’d known in a long, long time. No foreplay, no kissing, no caressing, just the fucking of a male cock into a female pussy. I didn’t even care whether I came or not, all I wanted was my husband to fuck me like a madman, and he did.

I fucked Ben another couple of times after that but he soon found another girlfriend and I didn’t want to threaten his relationship with her. Both times I got an intense fuck from Darren afterwards and he was more disappointed than me at Ben finding a new friend. For weeks there was a hesitancy in the air between us. Me, unsure if he wanted to share me with other men and for him, I assume, a worry about how I’d react if he suggested it.

I had already decided that in my own mind. My husband didn’t object to me having sex with other men, he really liked it, so if he offered me more strange cock I intended taking it. Getting those things said to each other was the difficult part. That and finding a potential partner for me who would be willing to accept our terms and conditions. That I had to want the guy sexually and that it had to be with Darren’s approval. My new sexual liberation must have been obvious because I suddenly started getting lots of offers from men, but they wanted illicit affairs, behind Darren’s back, and I wasn’t having any of that, no matter how attractive the men were. I had to be shared or nothing.

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