My sex life mostly consists of sucking Sam off on a Sunday morning. We do fool around a little first. We kiss and Sam feels up my boobies a little and fingers me a bit, but it always ends up with me sucking him off. That’s what he wants and I thought that, as his wife, it was my duty to fulfil his desires. My own desires didn’t come into it because for lots of years, I literally didn’t have any.

I’d never allowed that side of my nature to develop and thought that sex was something for men to enjoy and which was necessary to make babies. I’d done that for Sam, given him two sons, but I’d never experienced an orgasm, not even when he used to give me some reasonable attention such as licking my pussy and fucking me. That had been in the early years, when he still had a passion for me, but it had been steadily declining as the years passed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love me, just that he found me boring. My body and my sexual experience, weren’t enough to keep him aroused, but that wasn’t my fault. He’d wanted a virgin for a bride and that’s what he’d got, a maiden who knew next to nothing about sex.

I didn’t mind sucking Sam off though, I quite liked it, even if it didn’t give me any direct pleasure. There’s something about having a man’s cock in your mouth which is quite empowering, giving you the feeling that you’re controlling a wild beast.

Sometimes, in the morning, he’d have an erection and I’d manage to wiggle my ass enough to get it inside me. But he always woke up and demanded his breakfast before I could really enjoy it.

I had a friend, Mandy, who used to tell me about her sex life with her hubby, Clark. It sounded wonderful as she talked at length about how he romanced her constantly, talked to her, gave her his time and fucked her almost constantly.

So it came as a surprise when she announced to me that she had a lover.

“But... but, I thought you and Clark were so happy together?” I blurted.

“Oh, we are. In fact Clark introduced me to Jack. They’re going to share me.”

“But I thought your sex life with Clark was so great?” I asked, totally ignorant about such things.

“Listen, honey, the more cock you get, the more you want.”

We were sitting in her kitchen drinking coffee, having deposited our kids at school. We’d been friends for a couple of years and Mandy, being a bit of a chatterbox, usually did all of the talking. That meant that she knew little about my sad excuse for a sex life. Now, she saw my face, jealous at this woman getting the attention of two men, when I couldn’t even arouse the interest of one.

She reached out and stroked my face with her fingertips, “What’s up, honey?”

“Nothing,” I said, straightening up.

“Sure there is. Have I shocked you, telling you I’m going to be a shared wife?”

“Well, a bit, “ I admitted. “I don’t even know what that means.”

She laughed, “Oh, it’s nothing special, just Clark’s agreed to share me with other men. Means I have a licence to be a slut.”

I knew she’d always been flightier than me, though that wouldn’t have been difficult, but I had imagined that most of what she said was just exaggerated flights of fantasy.

“But how could you? You’re married, you have kids.”

“I also have a sex drive which needs to be satisfied.”

“But you say Clark never leaves you alone.”

“That’s married sex, which is fun, but ultimately over the years it gets boring. I’m happy with Clark and I love my kids, so I’m not prepared to upset that applecart. The answer to all my needs is to have sex with other men, but with my husband’s approval.”

I couldn’t, wouldn’t, understand it, a woman prepared to break her marital vows, give her body to another man, it seemed perverse, if she truly loved her husband.

“I don’t understand,” I said limply.

“What? Don’t you get horny?”

“What do you mean? Do I want sex? Oh yes, Mandy, yes. I get nothing from Sam, absolutely nothing, but I don’t think I could cheat on him.”

“You poor sweet,” she said standing up and approaching me, “Tell me about it.”

I started slowly but eventually poured out all my woes to her. How sexually inexperienced I was, how Sam wasn’t interested in me that way any more now that I’d given him the sons he desired, how I’d tried to re-ignite his interest but had failed miserably.

“Seems to me that you’re ripe for a fling.”

I put my hand to my mouth, “I couldn’t.”

“Sure you could.”

“Honest, Mandy, I couldn’t sleep with another man.”

She put her arms round my neck, “Who said anything about sleeping? And who said anything about a man?”

She pulled me towards her and her lips sought me out. It seemed so wrong and I tried to push her away but my struggles were in vain. Her lips found mine and she kissed me.

Her lips were soft, her breath sweet and as her moist tongue penetrated my mouth, I found myself relaxing and responding to her. I was sitting on a high bar stool and she forced my legs apart and came between them, never taking her mouth from mine.

“You like that?”

“It’s wrong,” I breathed.

“No, it’s not, it’s a good thing. People enjoying each other. I’ve wanted you for a long time, you know? I find innocent-looking girls very appealing. Maybe it’s the witch in me, longing to corrupt them.”

That came as a shock as I’d never suspected that Mandy was that way inclined. For that matter I’d never thought about other women myself, I’d always thought I was totally heterosexual, but here I was, kissing a woman and enjoying it!

“Mandy,” I said desperately, “Don’t do this. It makes me feel weird.”

“It makes you feel good, is what you mean.”

She slipped a hand under my jumper and I felt her press on my belly. Her hand slid up to my breast and cupped it while she moved further between my legs and lodged herself against my groin. Still she kissed on, her hands stroking my neck, my hair, my face.

“You taste so good, Debi,” she murmured, her hand massaging my boob, her kisses moving downward.

“No!” I insisted.

But she didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen to my protestations. She kissed her way down my neck, nibbling at my flesh and making me tingle.

“I’m not a lesbian,” I said firmly.

“Of course you’re not, and neither am I, but we’re going to have some fun together and I’m going to arrange for you to get some cock later, just like you want.”

“No,” I said firmly as her kisses reached my breasts. “I don’t want another man. I’m married and I’m faithful.”

She moved her body back from me and I thought she was listening to my protests, but it was only so she could grab and massage my pubic mound with her hand.

“Your pussy says different. It’s hot and I’ll bet if I put my hand inside your panties I’d find you were all wet down there.”

“No you wouldn’t,” I said stupidly, because it left me wide open to having to prove my assertion.

Mandy seized the opportunity. “Okay, if it’s wet, I get to kiss it, if it’s dry I’ll leave you alone.”

She moved back from me and I sat there, terrified, unsure of how to respond.

“Don’t be chicken,” she egged me on.

“What? What?” I asked, bewildered and unsure if she actually expected me to undress for her.

“Jeans and panties down. I want to see if your pussy’s wet.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m not pulling my panties down.”

She smiled. “Listen, Debi, I know I’m coming on kinda heavy with you, but I’m trying to be helpful, honest. That requires you to accept what your needs are, and denial isn’t going to help. So, pull the panties down or go home and we’ll pretend this conversation never took place.”

I stared at her. She didn’t seem threatening and she was a woman, after all. It surely couldn’t be any great betrayal to expose myself to another girl. And I was fairly sure I’d be dry between my legs because it took quite a lot to get me going. That would prove all her sexual sophistication to be nothing but pie-in-the-sky.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees.

“All the way, I want you to be able to spread your legs.” I scowled but did as she told me.

“And the panties.”

They were my last refuse of decency, but I wiggled my ass and got them off.

“Nice legs,” she complimented, which pleased me strangely.

She was a much better-looking woman than me. Tall, statuesque almost, with a great mane of hair, bulging breasts and ass, the kind of woman men wanted. Beside her, I was a beanpole with not much of a chest and a skinny, boyish ass. To her Amazonian beauty, I was not much more than a mouse.

She put her hands on the insides of my thighs and spread my legs. I’d trimmed my pubic hair just the previous day, so my lips were quite exposed. Looking down I noted that they seemed quite dry and not glistening with arousal. This didn’t seem to faze Mandy.

“I think we should part those lips and see what’s inside,” she breathed, “because it looks like all the excitement that’s oozed out of you so far has been absorbed by the gusset of your panties.”

I flinched, fearing what lay within me and what it would reveal, but there was no place to retreat to. Mandy’s hand slip up my thighs and her fingertips gently prised apart my pussy lips.

“When was the last time you were fucked, Debi?”

“I can’t remember.”

“You poor thing.”

Her middle finger slid easily inside me and came out shining with my juices.

We both looked at the evidence of my arousal and I suddenly felt the cold wood of the seat on my ass which made me shiver.

“I think I get to lick that sweet little thing,” Mandy said, her eyes glowing.

“You said kiss,” I argued.

“You’ll let me lick it, I promise.”

She dropped to her knees and her face approached my crotch as I held my breath. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The day had started so normally, breakfast, kissing Sam goodbye as he went off to work, getting the boys to school, and now here I was with a woman about to perform cunnilingus on me. It was a total upsetting of my world-view and I didn’t know how to react. Her warm breath reached me before her lips and even that aroused me as I felt my lips fill out and part. I’d decided to forego any further resistance and to relax and enjoy the experience. It wasn’t as if I was having sex with another man, after all.

Mandy’s tongue stretched out and the very tip flickered over my pussy lips. Almost instinctively I wriggled my ass forward for more of her delightful touch.

“Like that, honey?”

“Mm,” I agreed.

“You taste wonderful. Sweet, fresh, pussy.”

She ran the flat of her tongue up my lips now, moistening them and spreading them wide while plastering them back and exposing my opening fully. That movement was slow, but then she repeated it again and again, each time speeding up and increasing the pressure. She wasn’t deliberately targeting my clit, but the pull on my lips affected it and I felt it harden.

“Ungh,” I grunted, trying to recall the last time I’d had my pussy licked.

Mandy stopped her tonguing and blew into my opening before inserting the very tip of her tongue a little into me. Again I wriggled forward, eager now to get more of that moist probe inside me. She stabbed the full length of her tongue into me and I automatically wrapped my legs around her neck. They looked long and skinny sitting on her shoulders and I wondered why she seemed so determined to have sex with me. I was hardly desirable by woman or man, or so I’d been led to believe.

She tongue fucked me for a bit, which opened my pussy up a good deal and I felt a hard ball gathering in my stomach as if I were about to explode. I’d had this before and recognised it as an approaching climax, but previously it had always dissipated as Sam didn’t really know what he was doing down there. But Mandy did and she switched her attention to my clit now, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue, while she inserted a digit into my by-now well moistened hole and fingered me.

As a woman she knew, of course, that my clit was too sensitive for too much direct pressure, so she concentrated attentions around it, especially the hood that normally covered it. Pressure on that was definitely nice and I felt myself tense with the sheer joy of the physical pleasure I was receiving. Could this be it, my first orgasm? I felt my juices seeping from me and running down my ass. My hands went to Mandy’s head to hold it still as I ground my hungry vagina against her voracious mouth.

I found myself making strange sounds, noises I’d never uttered before. There were wails of pleasure, little shrieks of joy, deep groans of satisfaction.

Then it was upon me, a huge wave of exploding sensation that swamped my entire being. I howled with joy and dug my nails into Mandy’s scalp.

“Oh God! Oh yes! Oh my dear Lord, that is so good. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Suck on my cunt. Yes, there, yes!”

Mandy’s own fingernails dug into my skinny ass, pulling me into her face. She kept at her attentions and as one wave of climax passed she’d already initiated another which followed close behind. My legs slipped from her shoulders eventually, and my hands dropped to my sides, as I slumped, drained, feeling as if I’d been sexually mugged, pummelled into submission. Mandy rose to her feet and wiped her face with a towel. She was grinning and leaned forward to peck me on my mouth.

“Good one, huh?”

“First one. It was wonderful.”

“I don’t know how Sam can stay away from that beautiful honey-pot.”

Mention of my husband brought me sharply to my senses. What had I done? Whatever it was, I felt no guilt. I’d been pleasured like never before and I had no regrets.

“I’ll expect payback,” Mandy said.

“You want me to do that, to you?”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

“But I’ve never done it before, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Okay, how about fucking Clark then?”

I jumped off the stool to retrieve my panties. “I couldn’t cheat on Sam, Mandy.”

“I think we’ve passed that point, you’ve already cheated, with me.”

“But you’re a girl,” I argued, pulling my underwear on.

“Doesn’t matter, you’ve given yourself to another person, that’s cheating.”

I knew she was manipulating me, but I didn’t care. I wanted to believe her. To believe that having cheated once it wasn’t any greater wrong to do it again. And again. And again. I grabbed my jeans and started putting them on.

“I couldn’t sleep with Clark anyway, he’s your husband.”

“And he’s letting me have Jack’s cock, so he deserves some pussy. Yours.”

All the stories she’d told me about Clark’s wonderful love-making came flooding back to me and made me feel weak.

“Are you sure?” I asked lamely.

“Of course, we’ll all share together.”

“But what about Sam?”

She helped me zip up my jeans before grabbing my ass and pulling me to her. “I don’t think Sam will want to play, so we just won’t tell him.”

My mind was everywhere. The sheer practicalities of having a lover; the where’s and when’s of meeting; the thought of a strange man’s body next to mine, his hands, his mouth, his cock; the remorse that was surely inevitable with accepting such a scenario.

“I don’t know,” I muttered.

“You know just fine. The kids are on a sleep-over tomorrow so my men and I are going to play the evening away. Tell Sam you’re coming over here to talk to me about recipes or some shit, and you can join us. It’s be fun and you’ll enjoy it. Even more it’ll make you feel better about yourself.”

“No it won’t, I’ll feel guilty.”

“Maybe at first, but the good feelings will far outweigh it, believe me.”

Even as I left her house, insisting that I’d do no more than think about it, I knew I’d be returning there the following day. Mandy had opened a door to a new world for me and I wasn’t going to refuse the invitation. If I did I’d be condemning myself to a life of eternal boredom, and though I didn’t know what my future held, the least I could expect was excitement and I desperately needed that.

In the event it worked out perfectly. That first time Clark took me into their bedroom and fucked me magnificently while Jack had Mandy in the living room. Clark was as good as Mandy had promised and paid more attention to sucking my pussy in one session than Sam had done in ten years of marriage. Mandy’s husband was not only sexy but very sexual. He absolutely revelled in every sexual act, from having his cock sucked to having me bounce up and down on it as he lay on his back. I came for the first time on that man’s cock, as he gave it to me from behind, and that is something I can never repay him enough for. I remember tears streaming down my face as climaxes ripped through me. His strong hands gripping my hips as he pounded his thick cock into me, my ass in the air, my face buried in the pillows on their marital bed.

Strangely, I never felt any guilt at all. I felt that all I was getting was my due, something I’d been denied since I married Sam.

I finally gave Mandy some personal payback and that led to the whole situation becoming not only a little more complicated but a whole lot more enjoyable. We’d been fooling around dancing with each other and drinking wine in their living room. Mandy and I had ended up kissing and she dragged me down to the couch. She had to coach me through it, but I managed to pleasure her several times with my mouth and fingers while the boys sat and appreciated.

As she subsided for the last time I was on my hands and knees on the floor between her legs. I felt my skirt being lifted and my panty-hose and panties being pulled down before a rock-hard cock plunged into my already-moistened pussy from behind. I imagined it was Clark, of course, but then saw him climbing over Mandy and feeding his cock into her face. It was Jack who was fucking me! That set the tone and from there on in I had a selection of three lovers to choose from.

Some nights I would be taken by all three of them and on others I would give my all to only one. I loved every permutation of bodies and everything we did. Sometimes I’d be sitting on Mandy’s face and sucking Jack’s or Clark’s cock. Or we girls would be lying face down, kissing each other while being pounded from behind by our studs. Other times Mandy would be playing with my clit while Clark fucked me, or I’d be sucking Clark while Jack fucked me and Mandy played with my boobs.

Jack introduced me to anal sex, something I’d never even considered, and I found that I enjoyed it, though I couldn’t take it too often. That led to double penetration from Clark and Jack, an ultimately fulfilling experience, trying to accommodate two men within my slim body. Some nights I’d go over and Jack would be absent, so Clark would have the job of satisfying us both on his own. This wasn’t too onerous as we girls were perfectly capable of giving each other pleasure without the attentions of a man, though we were never ever averse to a cock intruding on our activities.

I have found a life and am much more fulfilled. I feel no guilt or shame at what I do. If my husband had been as loving and attentive as he should have been I would never have strayed, but his narrow view of women and their libido drove me into a corner I was lucky to escape from.

And Sam? No, he knows nothing of what I get up to and I doubt he even suspects or cares. He gets his cock sucked on Sunday morning and that seems to keep him happy. I don’t mind doing it, it’s my duty as a little wifey, after all.