Shagged by a Stranger While Hubby Slept at Our Side [Cheating] [FM] [Cuckold]

Gary and I have hovered on the edge of the swinging scene for over a year now. I’ve already posted about our adventure with another couple in a tent. This happened just last weekend.

He’s had this cuckold fantasy going on for a while now. Recently it’s got more intense. He likes me to tell him what I would let men do to me if I had the chance and so I do. Storytelling comes easily to me. I suppose the next step is to tell him what a man actually did to me.

We’d gone to this house party. People from his rock climbing club. I didn’t know many of the guests. Just three in fact. I was bored out of my mind until Gary got so drunk he had to be put to bed.

He was sprawled outside the upstairs bathroom drooling. Cath and Mike, the hosts, helped me get him to the spare room. I was going to slip into bed with him but Cath said I shouldn’t let his being unable to handle his drink spoil the night for me.

So I followed her downstairs again. People were still arriving, the party really only just getting going. I poured myself a stiff drink and made my way to Sean and his wife, the only other people I really knew. Another young man joined us and soon I found myself chatting with him.

The music was loud and the drink began to unravel me. I found myself swaying to the music glass in hand. Sean came closer and I moved closer to him. Then we were dancing together, his arms around me pulling me in tight so that I could feel his cock hard against my belly. I thought this will be something to tell Gary about.

We danced and kissed with tongues. I could tell he really wanted me, his hands on my buttocks, his tongue sweeping my mouth like it was some sort of essential pre-dental purge. Overpowered me a bit, that kiss did. But it certainly aroused some deep need. So I broke from our kiss and told him my husband was upstairs. He said he didn’t mind, that he was bi. I said Gary wasn’t bi, and anyhow he had passed out, but perhaps we could — sort of — work around him if we were very careful. I liked how he grinned unashamedly when I said that.

Then I led him up to the room where Gary was passed out. It was pitch dark and I couldn’t actually see my Gary but I knew he was lying on top of the duvet on the side of the bed closest to the door.

I led Sean round to the far side and wriggled out of my party dress, quickly unclipped by bras and kicked off my shoes, pulled off my tights and panties and I lay down and let my eyes become accustomed to the dark. I could just make Sean out undoing his belt and dropping his trousers. Then he was on the bed and up over me. No niceties, just him pushing into me in the dark. I had to take him in hand, his fumbling was going nowhere. Once positioned just-so, he entered me easily as I was so wet down there. All that close-up dancing and kissing had excited me a hell of a lot.

So there I was getting shagged senseless by a stranger named Sean while Gary lay on his back snoring just inches to our side. The way the bed rocked was sort of distracting because I kept thinking what if he wakes Gary up. Even though Gary was always going on about this kind of thing I was certain he would not be able to handle it in real life. The shock of waking up to your wife being fucked would be enough to give any man a coronary, I’m sure.

Sean fucked me so hard I wanted to cry out, especially when he was deep inside me and pushing with punishing lunges, his pubic bone rasping against mine, and it went on and on and I began to get more and more concerned we would wake Gary. Eventually, Sean was moaning and I could feel the spasms of his cock at its deepest inside me as he emptied lashings and lashing of spunk.

Afterwards, we lay together for a while just kissing. Then Gary began stirring and Sean quickly rolled from me and down off the bed, lying flat on the floor. But it was Ok, Gary just turned in his sleep, his back facing me. I looked for Sean and saw him stand up and begin fastening his belt. He leant and kissed me, whispered a thank you before quickly left the room.

Next morning I didn’t say anything about Sean but went down on his cock while he slept, breathed life into it and coaxed him fucking me while my cunt was still icky from Sean’s cum. I knew when he did eventually get to hear about my adventure he would appreciate my thinking of him like that.

But I still haven’t told him but do intend to. I will pick my moment carefully.

Sean was still in the house when we both went down later that morning. He was at the table eating a bacon sandwich. Turned out Gary and Sean knew each other, Sean a climbing club member too. They began chatting about old climbs they’d done together in the past.

I kept thinking god! Gary, if only you knew about the climb Sean had completed last night: the climb onto the bed and up between my legs!

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