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I Admit It, I Made A Mistake - Maybe It Was the Making of Me

Sometimes it's the mistakes we make that truly shape the rest of our lives
I admit it – it was a mistake, I made a mistake. At least, I sometimes think it was a mistake. Sometimes I think it was the making of my life.

I got drunk – in a bar – and started talking with some total stranger about my life. But he’s a total stranger, right? Doesn’t know me, doesn’t know where I live, or anything about me – except perhaps what I might tell him and for all he knows I’m lying, right?

So why was I drunk in a bar telling a total stranger about my life? Why does anybody do that and doesn’t it happen all the time in bars? I wasn’t happy with my life and couldn’t see any way to fix it. I was past 40; the kids were finally getting out of the house and leaving it back to just me and the wife – at last.

The wife? Oh, yes – Mary. We met in high school and fell hard for each other. Managed to stay together, get through college, and even started our family. Our life had its ups and downs, but we ground the years out and successfully sent our kids out into the world. But that grinding had come at a cost – we no longer knew much less recognized each other – which only reinforced the downward trend in our sex lives of the past twenty years. And neither one of us was smart enough to know what to do about it or brave enough to even raise the issue. So that’s why I was sitting in a bar telling a total stranger all my troubles.

His name is John and I’ll get to the explanation of why I say is. At the time he was just a friendly guy sitting on the bar stool next to me. We’d sat there in silence nursing our beers for a while when he finally turned and introduced himself and bought me a beer. Hell, I figured at worst misery loves company and we could pool our tears together, especially if he was willing to buy the beer. I realized he was a good looking guy and could have been off playing the ladies – or, and I admit to having experimented in college (without telling Mary) – he could have been with the “boys in the band” but he was buying the beer – and he was listening to me. Soon I was spinning out the whole sad story of my life as I saw it.

Honestly, I don’t recall how long we sat there or how many beers we drank – I don’t even remember if he ever told me anything about himself. But I do know that the next thing I remember was waking up in a chair in the bedroom of my house – mine and Mary’s bedroom.

I gently raised my throbbing head up to look around and saw Mary, my Mary standing there looking at me. Next to her was a man who after a moment I recognized was John from the bar – apparently he’d brought me home when I became too drunk to get there on my own. I started to get up and speak to them when I realized that I couldn’t. I looked down and found that I was tied to the chair – and I was naked. Confused and somewhat alarmed, I looked up again to see Mary in John’s arms – or rather John’s arms around Mary holding her back as she had stepped towards me.

“Good afternoon, Mark” said John. “I imagine you’re a bit surprised at this situation. No worries, I’ll explain it all to both of you. For starters, I am about to make love to your wife, Mary, right here in your bed while you watch.”

He went on, “I’m doing this as a favor to the both of you, John, and when we’re done here today you’ll both admit to that – or I’ll untie you and leave your house and neither of you will ever see me again.”

Mary and I exchanged confused looks before looking back at John, but I noticed that she made no effort to escape his embrace. She hadn’t been with another man since we met in High School – that I ever knew – but that only made me wonder how interested she was now in John’s plan.

When she looked back at John, he embraced her fully and turned her to face him. “Mary, I am about to make love to you as you deserve. Your husband has told me a great deal about the both of you and I am going to do this to help you and your husband, to make you both recognize your love for each other and how best to express that love.”

“Your husband will sit in that chair and watch while we do this. You are to forget he is even here, neither of us will even mention his name. I will decide whether or not and when he may be allowed to join us.” John looked directly into Mary’s eyes as he spoke apparently to see if she understood and agreed. Mary did not speak and made no effort to move away, apparently deciding that she had no choice – and perhaps even that she was more than willing for this to happen.

John leaned forward to kiss her and Mary made no attempt to turn away or escape, in fact her lips even slightly opened in evident anticipation as her eyes closed. John began gently, softly, and slowly. A series of kisses – on the mouth, her cheeks, her throat – as his hands began to softly caress her arms and her back. Mary relaxed further into his embrace pressing their two bodies even more closely together. It was like watching all the classic movie clinches blended into one. John moved deliberately, with no hurried gestures, and gently leaving no indication that Mary was anything other than a willing recipient of his attention. But don’t get me wrong, Mary was clearly more than willing as she in turn was also kissing, caressing, and pressing herself against him.

I couldn’t turn away in spite of myself – nor could I do anything about the growing erection that even this relatively tame and fully clothed display was inspiring. As I said, John was – is – a good looking guy and his partner was the woman I’ve shared my life with for over 20 years, and she still looks as sexy to me as the day we first met.

After some moments, John pulled away gently causing Mary to look up at his face – and was that alarm or disappointment in her expression? Surely not. But John explained in a soft voice, “Mary, your husband told me that you have beautiful breasts. Would you please take off your blouse and show them to me? Just undo the buttons and let it slide off your shoulders on to the floor.”

Mary stepped back just enough to create an open space between them and – without even looking at me – gazed into John’s eyes as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse starting at the top. Was she looking for his reaction? Was she worried about what it might be? While the exact thought didn’t enter my mind at the time, Mary need never have worried. Certainly she no longer had the pert and even perky breasts of that high school girl who so enchanted me so long ago, but hers now are the beautiful soft full breasts of a mature woman and perfectly matched for her size (5’8”) and full feminine physique.

John apparently agreed because even from where I sat I could see his eyes reflecting his appreciation as Mary exposed her breasts barely clad in a sheer black lace bra. Did she always wear that around the house I wondered briefly?

As her blouse slipped on to the floor at her feet, John reached out to put his hands on Mary’s shoulders. She looked at him inquisitively, apparently looking for his response or even intentions. These became clear as John pushed her bra straps off of her shoulders further opening up her breasts to his gaze. He pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips, and then began moving his lips in a series of kisses down her throat to the cleft between her breasts.

“Mary, your husband also told me how much you enjoy having your breasts played with. Place your hands on mine and show me where and how your breasts like to be touched.” She did as she was told and soon John was caressing, squeezing, and manipulating her breasts and her hands fell away. At the same time, he was ravishing her nipples and the surrounding area of her breast with kisses and caressing them with his tongue. I could see Mary responding to all of this as her eyes closed again. One hand reached out for John’s chest and simply rested against it while the other reached up and caressed the backs of his hands as they worked upon her breasts.

John paused long enough to speak again, “Mary, I want you to place a hand on my trousers where you can see the outline of my cock.” It took Mary a second to process this before her hand began to move but in that time it also attracted my attention to John’s crotch where I could see a very prominent cock shaped bulge under his pants – a prominent and large bulge. Mary’s hand then came to rest on that bulge and obscured my view.

“Now you can feel that bulge, can’t you Mary? That bulge that is my cock, the cock that I will soon put into your pussy and make love to you with – the cock that is soon going to be fucking your pussy. The first cock other than your husband’s to ever enter your pussy.” Mary visibly blushed and then flushed bright red as she listed to John’s words and took them in. Her hand grasped that bulge more securely now as she listened. And as I heard those words I became both alarmed and even further aroused. I was going to have a front row seat so to speak as my wife committed adultery – as she had sex as far as I knew for the first time ever with someone other than me – her husband.

John removed her bra completely and again stepped back. He looked at Mary again, who made no effort to cover her now naked breasts in front of her lover – for he was clearly now her lover. “Mary, please undo your skirt and let it drop to the floor. I want you to have on only your panties.” Again, Mary did as she was told and was soon naked except for an almost g-string black lace panty (and again a part of my mind asked, does she always wear those for housework? What else had I been missing?).

“Now, Mary, I want you to unbutton my shirt, take it off, and drop it to the floor.” Mary looked into John’s eyes as she stepped towards him, but as she began to undo his shirt buttons she dropped her gaze as she opened his shirt. Soon she was pressing kisses against his chest inch by inch as she undid each button. When she finished, she pulled the shirttails free from his trousers and then slid it off of him. And then she embraced him again, pressing her naked breasts against his now equally naked chest.

“Next, Mary, I want you to undo my belt, open my trousers, and drop them to the floor.” Again, Mary did as she was told, only looking down instead of up into his eyes. In fact, as soon as the belt was undone, she lowered herself to her knees and was looking directly at the fly of his trousers as she opened it and began to push them down his legs. What she exposed was a black silk g-string pouch which at that moment just barely held in John’s cock and his balls. Soon John stood in front of the kneeling Mary wearing nothing more than that g-string.

His 6’2” frame was impressive and he was clearly very fit – not bodybuilder showman fit, more like a decathlete with an emphasis upon strength, agility, and endurance. Though generally considered a tall man, it was his quiet, alert and athletic presence that enabled him to dominate a woman, a man, or a room.

“Mary, I want you now to make love to my cock. Your husband actually bragged about your skills in oral sex and I admit I have been really looking forward to this. I want you to start by removing my g-string without using your hands and after you have done that, I am entirely at your disposal, my love.” Mary may not have noticed that last bit, but I did – and for a moment I despaired for how could I compete with this Adonis.

Whatever Mary may have felt, she gave no evidence as she began to do exactly as instructed. She took the waistband of the g-string in her teeth and began to slide it down John’s hips. Of course, it snagged on John’s cock but she shifted her grip to a point just above and pulled out to create a big enough opening for it to pass over his cock. As enraptured as I was by Mary’s performance (and whatever I said to John in my drunkenness was no lie, she was artist in oral sex), what truly caught my attention was the vision now of his fully exposed cock. Already slightly aroused it seemed almost twice as large as my own though unlike mine his was uncut, the foreskin intact. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mary had ever had any experience with an uncut cock – and my own erect cock twitched at the thought.

As Mary completed her first task, John briefly placed a hand on her shoulder so that he could step out of the g-string as she completely removed it. He then pressed the back of her shoulder to bring her face and her attention directly back to his cock – perhaps expectantly reminding her of what was to come next (apparently him, of course). Mary’s hands rose softly up John’s well muscled legs as she shifted herself into position. As she leaned forward to place her lips against its head in a soft kiss, her hands moved up his thighs to the spot where they met the cheeks of his ass. I had completely lost track of the passage of time by now and no longer thought about the fact that my wife and lover were completely ignoring my presence. I was by now totally locked into watching and appreciating the hottest sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

Mary did really know how to do oral sex and I watched enraptured as she used all of her wiles on John’s handsome cock. She kissed the head and then along the shaft, as it grew she licked up and down its length like a child with an ice cream cone they fear will melt away before they can eat it all. From time to time, a hand would help her hold John’s cock up as she took part or all of it into her mouth. The gag reflex that always had prevented her from deep-throating me apparently had vanished. I was awestruck by this display of prowess in manipulating the male organ. John evidently was enjoying it as well given the frequent moans and noises of appreciation, his occasional efforts to begin fucking her mouth (when Mary would defend herself by taking the base of John’s erect cock in both hands and then furiously mouth fuck the remaining exposed portion of his cock). My cock was now ready to explode on its own if she or even John had even looked at it – but I remained the invisible man – voluntarily silent for fear that the slightest noise would stop the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed even as I knew more was to come. I was afraid I would be put out of the room and not allowed, so to speak, to see the climax.

After a time, it appeared that even a man of John’s demonstrated sexual talents could only take so much – or else he wanted to move on before any of us got bored. He took Mary by the shoulders and raised her up as she released his cock, and when she stood up he kissed her passionately yet gently on the lips. As Mary enthusiastically returned the kiss, now a clearly open-mouthed kiss, I realized that her pussy was now leaking down her legs between her thighs. John had her now so aroused that she was operating on pure sexual instinct. After only a few minutes, John pulled away and said, “Mary, that was truly magnificent – it was wonderful, and as much as I would have loved to fill those pretty lips in reward for their attentions, I want now to return the gesture. I want you to lie back on the bed and allow me to worship you. I want to make love to that beautiful pussy of yours before I fuck you and make you my woman. Your husband has told me that you love to receive oral sex as much as you love giving it. I hope that you will accept my offerings in this regard.” As he spoke to her, he placed his hands on Mary’s upper arms and gently guided her backwards to the bed (our bed!) and then eased her on to her back so that her pussy was open and accessible to him. He then went down on to his knees next to the bed.

From where I sat, bound and naked, I could see the vision that greeted John – my wife Mary’s beautiful pussy full exposed to him and offering clear wet proof of just how aroused she now was after John’s attentions so far. As always, John started gently and softly, using just teasing touches of his tongue and lips to explore the flower she presented him. His hands caressed her upper thighs, her lower abdomen, the cheeks of her ass – and I soon realized he was even exploring the rosebud of her ass as his tongue plied at her pussy. Just as with Mary, it was like watching an artist at work on his canvas. Using his tongue, his lips, his fingers, John manipulated Mary’s labia, alternately licking across them from her clit all the way to the opening of her ass, teased and sucked at her clit as it increasingly thrust itself upwards in search of more, and pressed his tongue and then his finger(s) in and out of her pussy – teasing it open for the monster cock we all knew would soon enter there. Mary’s naked body betrayed her enjoyment of all of John’s efforts as she shifted her hips forward begging for me, clenched her legs or even the cheeks of her ass on John’s hands as they moved around her body, and finally the unprecedented sounds escaping from her often clenched lips – all spoke to her state of arousal. And as for John, I could glimpse her wetness across his lips, chin, and cheeks as he occasionally lifted his head for a breath, a change of target, or simply to tease her by his pauses. I could also see John’s cock amazingly grow even longer and thicker as it too responded to the sexual activity going on.

Mary finally could stand no more apparently as she locked her legs around John’s head. He eased himself free and stood up right where was at the foot of the bed. Mary relaxed back into the bedding in an apparent sexual swoon. Now, John finally looked over at me and I could see his large cock sticking straight out from his body as I looked back at him. He turned again to look down at Mary who had by now recovered enough to look back up from the bed, but clearly her attention too was focused upon John’s massive tool (certainly compared to mine). I can still recall the look of hunger that would quickly flit across Mary’s face as she lay there.

John came to me in my chair, my face almost at eye level with his cock causing me some concern about what was going to happen next, concern turning to surprise as he began untying me. In my now confused state, he found it a simple matter to guide me now to the bed (was it now his bed?) and lay me down on it. But he put me on the bed head to toe with Mary so that my feet rested on the pillows and my head at the foot of the bed (where I was almost intoxicated by the smell of sex from the dampness on the bedding). He then gently raised Mary up on to her knees so that she presented her ass to him at the foot of the bed and was actually on top of me. I had an eye to eye view to so speak with her pussy now almost literally dripping wet.

“Mary, I am now going to put my cock into your pussy and fuck you. Your husband will have a perfect view of this and as I instruct him may also be allowed to participate as I make love to you. I remember that he told me how much you enjoy sucking cock so I have placed him so that you may suck his cock if it pleases you. I am sure that even with his less than sizeable tool he will enjoy your attentions.” As he spoke, John was manipulating his large tool so that its tip was gently rubbing against the lips of Mary’s pussy – occasionally pushing against the opening of her pussy just a little bit.

I lay on my back beneath my wife watching this other man’s cock tease at the opening of her pussy. I was only mildly and briefly distracted by the feeling of Mary’s lips around my own cock. But John’s massive tool seemed to fill my vision in this position and it held all of my attention. He continued to tease around her pussy with it as his hands caressed and stroked the cheeks of her ass and even teased at her asshole. Suddenly I realized that this monster was approaching my face – and when I looked up in panic I saw John watching me react. He smiled softly and gently, and almost whispered to me “Go ahead, I know you want to, you know you want to.”

When I looked back, his cock was now literally in my face and its tip almost resting on my lips. My lips parted almost of their own volition and my tongue tentatively flicked out as I raised my head to bring it into contact with John’s cock. It was an almost electric experience as for what seemed like the first time – though really it wasn’t – I touched, tasted, and felt the soft skin of another man’s cock. I quickly licked at its head and even kissed it softly – and then it was gone. My eyes opened again to watch just as John brought the tip back to the opening of Mary’s pussy and he began to lean in behind it.

I watched open mouthed and barely breathing as John slowly eased his cock into Mary’s pussy. Her ass rocked back towards him clearly relishing the sensation and for a nanosecond she stopped sucking on my own now seemingly inadequate manhood. They moved like this for a while, slowly, gently, John almost just swaying in the breeze as he stood at the foot of the bed with his cock embedded in my wife’s pussy. Mary rocked gently backwards and forwards seeking not to lose this new sensation but relish it as much as possible.

John looked down at me and softly said, “Lick her pussy, Mary wants you to tease at her clit with your tongue while she fucks my cock.” Befuddled by the situation and now getting caught up in the sexual sensations, I did as he said and began to tease at Mary’s already engorged clit with my tongue. I discovered that in so doing it was almost impossible not to find my tongue in contact with John’s cock – apparently I decided that I like that too as I began to pay attention both to her pussy and clit but also to John’s cock as it pumped in and out of my wife’s pussy. I caught a glimpse of John smiling down at me as I continued doing so with evidentially growing enthusiasm.

It wasn’t long after that when John began to pick up the tempo and thrust more forcefully and rapidly. Mary responded to his new pace and soon they were frenziedly fucking above me – my tongue and my cock forgotten – and I could only watch my wife and her lover focus only on each other. To my shock, at this point, Mary began calling his name, “Fuck me, John, fuck me hard, John. Oh, fill me up, please! Oh, my God, I love your cock,” and so on – it became hard to recall all of her variations. John’s response was to simply keep fucking her as hard as he could by now.

From where I was, I could see his cock increasingly covered by Mary’s juices, pumping in and out of her, and I could at last see his ball sack tightening up as he apparently was getting ready to shoot a load into my wife’s pussy. I couldn’t resist the temptation to thrust my head up and try and lick his hairless shaven balls with my tongue. I finally managed to do so as, coincidentally or not, John exploded into my wife’s pussy just as she too delivered a loud body shaking orgasm – and collapsed on top of me.

After a quiet respite as we lay there, they gasping but all of us recovering from that explosion of sexual energy, John again surprised me. At his request, I assisted him in putting Mary so that she now reclined on her back against the pillows; her legs still spread wide exposing her pussy. John then indicated that I should take up a position on my knees between her legs and facing her pussy. “Now, it is your chore to gently and softly clean up my Mary (his Mary, I briefly thought?). I want you to make love to her pussy after all the pleasure that it has given me, and especially I want you to clean up all of her and my juices that you find there – and you are to swallow all of them. Nod if you understand.” I did as I was told, ignoring my own still hard cock and asking now questions about what he would be doing, thinking that he might now disappear and perhaps Mary and I could resume our normal lives.

It wasn’t long before I was completely focused upon my assigned task – having always enjoyed pleasing Mary with my mouth and tongue in any case. And it wasn’t long before she revived enough to take notice of my efforts and reward me with a smile as she looked down at me. After that I only redoubled my efforts and blocking out everything else in the room.

That’s why I was surprised to suddenly feel someone’s mouth kissing my own posterior and a hand gently caressing my cock. Since Mary was clearly visible in front of me and I had not heard the door to the room open and close it could only mean that John was looking at me to be his next partner. In principle, having as I admitted a little bit of experience, this was not objectionable to me but I was a bit alarmed at the implications that John’s huge cock would soon be plowing my ass. On the other hand, John’s continuing attentions, which now including his rimming my asshole, and my pleasure at being able to please Mary left me in a sexual high that was becoming irresistible.

Suddenly, I felt a lubricated finger push into my asshole and begin gently moving around. I liked it – and my bum wiggled enough to give that away even as my mind was racing. The first finger departed, but soon returned with a second finger and more lube, and now both fingers wriggled around in my bum hole – and my ass responded eagerly to my own surprise. I looked up a moment and realized that Mary was now riveted at the sight of her lover getting ready to fill her husband’s boi-pussy with the same massive cock that had just so please her. She was still enraptured.

John quickly pushed three fingers into my now begging asshole and generously applied even more lube. Then his fingers disappeared and I grew very apprehensive as the pleasure of his touch faded and the fear of what was coming next grew. I felt the tip of John’s cock gently touch my asshole and just rest there a moment. The longer the touch lasted the more I desired for him to fill me with the whole of his manhood – let him make me his bitch just as had taken my wife for himself.

Finally – at last – he began to lean against me and push his cock inside of me. There was pain at first – but at last it began to ease – and was replaced by an amazing feeling of sexual submission as I silently thanked John for giving me the gift his manhood. The feeling of arousal grew as he began to pull his cock almost all the way out only to push it back in again. This gave way to an actual pumping motion as we both rocked back and forth and each time his cock filled me I came a little bit closer to my explosion. I realized that Mary had turned around and crept beneath me so that she could take my cock in her mouth as she watched her lover’s cock breed me. I tried to use my mouth and tongue on her pussy again but was simply too overwhelmed as John continued to fuck me and Mary took my cock completely into her mouth. The outcome was of course inevitable as John and I had near simultaneous orgasms – his flooding my pussy with his cum while Mary lapped at my cock to capture all of mine.

Well this all happened about ten years ago. Shortly after we met John, we moved in with him. He has rather large house on a good sized piece of property on the southern edge of town. We all have our individual bedrooms and we each get to spend a night with John as he decides – he’s pretty fair in distributing his attentions. There are a number of other couples like us as well as individuals whom John has met from time to time also living in the house. John allows us to spend time with each other as we wish as long as it never conflicts with his own calendar. John eventually met our children and their spouses and they have spent considerable time with us all as John’s guests at the house. Of course, that means that by now we have all had sex with each other and with John. I presume that he has even fathered some of my grandchildren. But they have all chosen to stay outside of the main house and live their own lives for the time being. There are also some small cottages scattered around the property that John has given to various residents of the main house when they finally wish to retire from the demands of living in the main house – though some of these residents still occasionally are John’s guests and are certainly free to spend time with any of the other residents.

Well, as I said, it all started when I made a mistake and got to talking with a stranger in a bar while drunk. But that was years ago.

By the way, would you like to meet John? I can introduce you to him; he’s sitting over there in the corner of the bar.

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Comments(2)

rtrsplaytime
Posted 09 Nov 2012 11:29
wow a little different for me but still a great story
pleasuregiver9876
Posted 09 Nov 2012 02:51
another excellent story
 

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