Rogue Interlude

Sometime before lockdown happened, we'd spent a Sunday in bed together. Fucking. Pushing limits. Talking filth. Edging each other. Those sessions were wild. Comparable to the best solo session you've ever had, a long drawn out experience of shared fantasies. Discussed and inflicted on each other.

After I'd taken her orgasm. And she'd taken my cum, we lay there catching ourselves. And at some point, we talked about inviting others to join us in bed. Something we were both extremely turned on by. But bored by the logistics of organising. Not to mention the conversations we'd need to have with each other to make it feel safe (emotionally as well as any boundaries we might need to express).

But we did it. (I'll skip those details). And we found ourselves on Feeld.

It seemed odd to be on the apps. Neither one of us had used them since we met some 4 years previous. And neither one of us had used any apps while in a relationship. And now here we are. In bed. Showing each other profiles. Talking about what it might be like.

About a week later I connected with a woman who was in a similar position. She and her partner (m) were looking for another couple. They were about the same age as us. And they stood out because they were able to write coherent messages. And did a good line in filth. A rare quality when looking for hookups (take note).

A couple of video calls later, and were in an Airbnb.

They were professionals (she was some kind of solicitor. He an educator). We were naive. They were fairly experienced. It turned out they'd been polyamorous for years, had multiple partners and regularly swapped.

We talked about their lifestyle. It seemed baffling. And a lot of work.

I liked her. And he seemed to have a good sense of humour. No one ego. An openness that made me feel comfortable with the idea of him fucking my wife. And I wanted to see what it felt like to fuck his, while looking my wife in the eye.

That afternoon, my wife suggested that she and the other F take a bath together, while we went to get more booze.

We talked a little on the walk to the store. Mostly surface level stuff about life. The filth was yet to come. Besides, I was too distracted thinking about my wife in a bath with another woman. I'd never seen her with another woman. Except in videos and photos that she'd shared with me from encounters she'd had before we met. It turned me on seeing a photo taken of her mouth buried in another woman's cunt. It was taken from the cunt owner's perspective, while my wife looked directly into the camera. Whoever's cunt that was, I know how good her mouth feels.

We got back to the Airbnb, and found them both in the tub. They'd broken the ice, and looked super hot as they touched each other. Their tits mashed together as they made out. My wife had a great set of tits. DDs. His wife had a much smaller chest. Maybe Cs. And her brown hair compared to my wife's red hair made them seem like a superb contrast.

We encouraged them out of the tub, and towelled off our respective wives. And took them to the room we had in the Airbnb. The same room the night previous my wife and I had spent all night fucking in. Excited by the arrival of our new friends the next day. We'd finished that night with my wife toying her clit with her favourite lelo. A gift I'd given her. Actually, one of many. She'd burn them out after less than a year. I'd stood over her as she came. My cock in my hand. It was soaked in her juices. I remember being so fucking hard. Seeing her chase that orgasm as she watched me stroking my cock above her. We managed to cum at the same time. She buckled and came noisily. I sprayed my cum over her tits and face.

And now we were in the same bed, with these two. I remember our wives getting into the bed. And we stood fully clothed. My wife came over and kissed him for the first time. And I was kissed by his wife. Somewhere along the way, my wife kneeled on the bed and unbuckled my pants as I stood next to the bed. She encouraged him to undress as she stroked my cock. I remember she kissed his wife, my cock still in her hand, and then pulled back and pushed her head toward my cock. "Suck my husband's cock" she said. Hottest fucking words I'd say ever heard. Then she moved on to the husband's cock. He'd stripped naked. He was stood next to me. His cock hard. Smaller than mine. Not as thick. And not as long. I watched my wife wrap her hand around it. Then she bent down and took it in her mouth. Not breaking eye contact with me. She was such a cock hungry slut. I was so proud of her. All the while, his husband was taking as much of my cock in her mouth as she could manage. It was an odd experience. I found it hotter to watch my wife go to work on this man's cock than the experience of this woman sucking on mine.

She let off my cock. And my wife grabbed at my cock. She tried to orient the two of us such that she had a cock in both hand. She gently pulled us toward her. I could see she wanted to try to take us both in her mouth at the same time. He was stood a little distance from me. And it was making it difficult for her. I looked at him and could see he was a little coy about contact. I put my arm around him and pulled him into my side. Said nothing. And we both enjoyed the sensation of our cocks rubbing against each other while my wife wrapped her mouth around us both and used her tongue to worship both our cocks. She really was an excellent cock sucker. My slut wife.

I was making out with his wife while she tried to get as much of us into her mouth as she could. She looked like such a pretty slut. Two cocks in her mouth. While I'm feeling up another woman.

She came off our cocks, and turned around. Her ass presented to us both. Her cunt was on display. I could see how wet it was.

He looked at me. Gave a small nod. I could tell he was looking for my consent or approval. I nodded back. He reached down to his jeans and produced a condom. While he was getting himself sorted, I moved his wife to the other side of the bed. I wanted to be able to look my wife in the eye while she took a new cock inside her.

I arranged his wife such that she was on her back. Her legs open. Her cunt just in front of my wife. My wife was on all fours. Waiting for him to push himself inside her. Waiting for the first new cock she'd taken in four years. I pushed my cock into his wife's mouth.

My wife's eyes were locked onto mine. My cock was buried inside another woman's mouth. I had no feelings for this woman. She was just a hole. And my wife was on all fours, giving her cunt to a man she'd only met a few hours before. I knew he didn't care for anything but sinking his cock inside her cunt. And I knew what a fucking tight hole that was. He'd be fucking delighted.

He'd finished putting the condom on. I could see he had one hand on his cock. The other on her hip. He looked up at me and paused. I nodded. "Fuck my wife". He didn't need to hear anything else. He spat on his hand, rubbed it into her cunt, then pressed his cock into her.

If you've never looked into your wife's eyes as a stranger pushes himself inside her, you'll not know how fucking hot it feels. How perverse it feels for another man to seek your approval. Like this is your property. And if you imagine all this to be true, then it's easy to indulge in the fantasy that you created this. You turned your wife into a slut to be fucked by strangers. And you watch as he pounds her. Fucks with a rhythm that's different to yours. You see her start to lose herself to it. You know that his cock isn't stretching her the way yours is. Or hitting as deep.

But there's a stranger fucking your wife.

And my cock is buried in this woman's throat.

We fucked for the rest of the afternoon. And into the night. They weren't as vocal or perverse as we were. But that didn't matter. We were all indulging in fantasy. And our appreciation for it was ours.

It was the start of a new chapter in our relationship.