Having him suck cock

It was sexy to read Tara’s recent post about the pleasures of having your sex licked out by your husband. Cunnilingus is even more delicious when your sex is dripping with stud spunk of course. Learn to overcome your post fuck hypersensitivity down there, so a wet tongue arouses rather than tickles, and it’s blissful. One of the things I’ve noticed is how such pleasures extend. First it’s the physical sensation of thrusting cock inside you and then the slurping wet tongue bath. You relax and think dirty, picturing how your lover’s spunk tastes to your cuckolded husband. You sense how deliciously selfish it is to insist on both sorts of male attention. You imagine how intoxicating your female perfume is…when it is mixed with the smell of hot, newly ejaculated spunk. What follows then is curiosity. You want visual stimuli. You want to see your husband submit to your lover.
I had been going with Ben for nearly five months when I was personally ready to have my husband do something more than lick my spermy slit. Mark always deferred to Ben when we were out, it was becoming common knowledge that I wore the pants and had chosen Ben over him. But as well as seeing Mark defer to Ben in public I needed to see him submit to him the bedroom. I discovered that a woman can enjoy the voyeuristic side of sex too. I raised the matter one weekend when Ben and I were away. Checking carefully that Ben enjoyed seeing me make Mark submit, I ventured,
‘I think it’s time he learned to suck your cock darling’.
I was surprised by Ben’s reaction. He wasn’t as keen as I hoped he might be, saying that he liked showing off with me, but that he wasn’t sure about sticking his dick in Mark’s mouth. Suddenly I felt irritable, even waspish with Ben and said that I was sure that my pliant husband wouldn’t bite! Ben laughed, and said that he would smack Mark one if he did. He knew though that my husband was too wet and weak to risk that. No, it was about the thought of coming inside a bloke’s gob. A tingle of excitement shot up and down my spine. That was it wasn’t it! That was what turned me on about this. I could actually make my husband swallow my lover’s spunk, or I could make him arouse him to the point where he transferred cock to cunny and squirted his jizz in there, it was just so Madam knows best!
I left it then, thinking stupid girl, you pushed too soon for that. You’re more comfortable with the threesome sex than Ben is right now. Take it slow, the moment will come. It did too. We were at a party, one where my friend Nadia was coming out with her lover, and Gerry her ancient husband was assigned the barman role. It was a highly charged party, with a lot petting going on. Ben had his hand up my dress and inside my knickers as we talked with Nadia and her new man. Mark was waiting on patiently and I was feeling very very randy. Nadia said that I was her role model as I could make Mark do anything. Ben agreed, that I certainly could and we could demonstrate that! His wink suggested that this was the time. He was as turned on by my bitch power as I was.
We took our drinks upstairs to the master bedroom, Nadia, Carl, Ben, Mark and I. There was a lot of snogging and petting and I ordered to Mark to take down my and Nadia’s panties when we directed. He passed that test easily, being a bit of a valet to yours truly. Then though Ben unloaded his handsome, gnarled prong and gestured down with his gaze. I knew what he was inviting me to do.
‘Mark,’ I said firmly, ‘lather Ben up. I want him to be on the edge when he enters me.’
It was a terrible test wasn’t it!? It was a stupid test, making Mark go public first time. But the atmosphere was right. We were all feeling bloody horny. I watched my husband sidle over to Ben and start to lap at his bulging balls. I hadn’t expected that. I hadn’t expected him to work on his spunk factory, to get that all charged up so he could seed me. Watching him lick and watching Ben look down at him just a little nervously, was pristine. Nadine was cooing from the off, she thought this ‘amazing’.
Mark was ready to suck cock, but to be sure that he gave the right amount of head, Ben grabbed his mane of hair and reminded him that he had to behave well. He pushed his erect prick into Marks’ mouth and my husband’s lips sealed around the veiny shaft. I couldn’t help it, I touched my clitty and it shivered with excitement. Under Ben’s control, Mark was soon sucking back and forth on that weapon and every time it showed in the open you could see how wet and slimy it was. It was thickening even more now, growing rock solid. I said to Nad…
‘This is new for us…it takes time. It’s not gay sex, its submission. Mark knows that he must bend to my will. Ben won’t shoot his load in there tonight, but Mark will get used to that too’
The first session was short-understandably. Ben pushed Mark aside and then hoisted my legs up over his shoulders. He thrust inside me greedily, grunting loudly as he took his pleasure. Feeling his manhood glide there, lubricated by Mark’s spittle was orgasmic. It was the ultimate helping out, making sure that I enjoyed Ben’s big cock to the full. I climaxed noisily, clenching my teeth, my neck flushing puce. My nipples were erect too, they felt like door stops! What a relief when I felt Ben’s spunk bolting inside me, belching out and exploding inside my womb. It was relentless stuff and Nadia kept exclaiming, ‘this is gorgeous…it’s so raunchy.’
Afterwards I noticed that Mark had slipped away to wash his mouth out. It was a new thing for him and I told him that watching him suck cock was beautiful and that he was so well behaved. I wanted him to know how pleased I was so I pulled his head down onto my sticky sex. He started to lick greedily and it was perfect. I knew it then, there would come another time, when Ben would ejaculate and Mark would swallow.

My wife and I had been married about four years

My wife and I had been married about four years. I was working and she was going to college. Sometimes when we made love, I had told her how much I liked watching her suck my cock and how erotic it was to see my cock entering her. She often joked that I was a Voeuyer. One night we were laying on the bed reading some erotic stories. One was a story of a woman whose husband got off watching her with other men. She asked me “Would you like to try that?” I told her that I thought it would be a turn-on, but also had feelings of jealousy. We talked about it and she told me she loved me and she would only be doing it for the sex and to please me. We left it at that and the subject did not come up again until a friend came over for dinner a few days later. He was in one of her classes and sometimes came over to study and hang out. Throughout the course of the evening, my wife mentioned what she called my fantasy. The conversation progressed into the two of them discussing how they should make it a reality. My attempts at dissuading them were rather feeble. My wife Suggested that they just tie me to the chair and get on with it. And that is exactly what they ended up doing, plus gagging me for good measure. I cannot describe how turned on I was to be completely helpless as my wife took of her clothes and started making out with this other man. I could not do anything but watch as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him right in front of me. When they fucked, he sat in another chair facing me and she straddled him also facing me so that I had a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of my wife’s pussy. It was the most erotic experience of my life and one that we have repeated many times and in many ways.

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Truth be told I like to have my cunny licked by John

Truth be told I like to have my cunny licked by John. It’s not as powerful as full on thrusting sex with Garth, but then you need the gentler movements as well as the full throttle passages in a piece of sexual music don’t you. I realised just how delicious and necessary the contrasting experiences are after I started sleeping with Garth. He is a pilot and I am an air hostess so it was easy to have an affair- we flew the same routes and stayed in the same hotels. Lots of air hostesses cuckold their husbands, we work in a business with glamorous men and ready opportunities. John my husband stayed home and did a low key job with the local council. After I gave birth to Garth’s daughter, he took up full time parenting duties for us, agreeing to raise her to become every bit the spoilt bitch that I am. But I get ahead of myself- back to enjoying different sorts of sex!
The first time that John licked me out was as I was getting ready to go on my next flight. I was in stockings and suspenders, my bra, just clipping my Breitling onto my wrist when he gently took my hand, begged me to wait just twenty minutes or so and slid down my front, kissing my bare tummy as he went. I let him do that.. let him arouse me, even though I was annoyed. I had planned to meet up with Garth for a quick fuck at the airport before we took off and by then I was gagging for what only my lover could do to me. John was soon nuzzling at my sex though, slipping his tongue up and down my slit, sucking gently on my button. Instinctively I started to push my cunt against his mouth, this was delicious! He’d never done this before and quite honestly for a month or more we hadn’t had sex anyway. Having had Garth’s stiff and very ample member inside me, I’d gone cold on my husband. Women can and do make terrible comparisons.
Checking my watch and sighing with a mixture of pleasure and some little guilt that I really wanted my lover to cock me, I said,
‘I won’t fuck you John, I don’t have time.’
That’s when he dropped the bombshell..
‘No, its OK…’ he whispered, planting kisses on my sex, ‘I understand. I accept that you’re seeing Garth. But it would just be brilliant if I could do this for you once in a while.’
The sensation as he gently sucked my clitoris into his mouth and wiggled his tongue against it was electric! I shuddered visibly and remember dragging his mouth against my cunt. Perhaps it was the relief too, that John knew and wasn’t going to make a fuss about my affair. Perhaps it was his acceptance that I was always doe eyed around Garth when he came to our parties, I don’t know, but I had an explosive orgasm there and then. I could feel my sex squirting juices, squirt, squirt, squirt, rhythmically and into John’s mouth, all over his nose and cheeks too! He didn’t hesitate, lapping up the juices and swallowing them down. He siphoned up every drop I had to offer.
‘Whilst I’m driving into the airport…’ I managed huskily, still thrusting against his face, ‘you must call Garth and beg him to fuck me on a regular basis. I want you to invite him here to do that..so there is no sneaking around.’
John nodded- he would do it.
It was such a heady, such a selfish and a power crazed thing to say. But that was how I felt, power crazed! The last time I had felt this horny was when an attractive but older business passenger had begged me for my knickers and I had slipped them into his brief case thousands of feet up in the air. Afterwards, all glaze eyed he had slid away to the toilets and I watched him through the crack of the open door, wanking into them. It was very steamy.
‘Lie on the bed’ I said to John, ‘I want to ride your face. It’s so sexy that you accept its best that Garth does the fucking now.’
I settled myself on his face, dropping slowly down onto his mouth and almost asphyxiating the man. The sensations of his mouth working on me, the little gasps as he struggled for occasional breathes, just did my head in. My pleasures came first!
‘You’re so wet and loose down there…’ he managed during a pause for breath interlude.
I pulled my peachy, blood engorged lips open to show him close to.
‘He’s a lot bigger than you’ I said coldly.
I decided to wank John off then to secure complete control. Swivelling around and pushing my sex back against his mouth, I took out his stiff little spout and started to work it quickly. It spurted a little fountain of spunk immediately, the thick stuff that you get when it’s been a long time since you’ve had sex. John was groaning and writhing beneath me..
‘Stop it!’ I snapped, ‘I didn’t say that you could moan like that. This is my pleasure…remember.’

It was then a new and more liable husband that then dressed me for my flight. He held my blouse so that I could slide my arms in and then pulled up my skirt and zipped it tight. He buffed my shoes whilst I finished my make up and then afterwards, held the door of my BMW Z4 so that I could get in.
‘Remember, the phone call’ I ordered, giving him the mobile number to ring.
Garth had the biggest and sexiest grin possible when I got to the aircrew lounge.
‘John rang…’ he said calmly, ‘you are one hot little madam sorting that out.’
I nodded and beneath my auburn fringe shot him a come to bed glance.
‘I’m fed up with pretending, not taking what I want’ I said.