Satin Encounter

My cock slipped in between her lips and I felt her warm wet tongue slide over my knob end. Because I'd been in a high state of sexual arousal now for quite some time, the feelings from my cock were incredible. I'd never felt anything like it before in my whole life. It was so exquisite that I nearly shot off there and then. It took a considerable amount of effort and determination to keep from coming to soon.
My hips started to push gently into her mouth, backwards and forwards. As I fuck my wife's mouth while another man serviced her cunt.
Lust took control as I started to push further into her mouth. Sid watched for a few seconds then started thrusting harder while burying his face in her neck; now with every thrust into her he made a grunting sound.
Within seconds Angie arched up forcing Sid up with her, her body went rigid and through the sensations on my cock, I felt her shake as she climaxed on this man's cock.
I'd stopped thrusting into her mouth as I watched her reach her peak. I'd never seen her have such a powerful climax before. Angie remained like that for several seconds while making a high-pitched squeal over my cock. Then as she came down from her high, she let my cock slip from her mouth and gasped, "My God!" She was panting, gulping air as wave after wave of pleasure still swept over her body in a torrent.
I pushed forward, my slut wife took my cock back into her mouth and I continued to fuck it.
Watching her just come was so erotic. The look on her face was so gorgeous that I knew I dearly loved her. Once again, the guilt came flooding back as I thought she'd hate me after this was all over.
Sid continued to plough my wife's cunt, where he got the stamina from I'll never know. A man of his age was certainly putting many younger men to shame. The thought crossed my mind that it was because Angie was a good fuck.

My wife was beginning to move a lot more under him. Sid was obviously a cocksman and he knew what he was doing. I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned as I pumped my sperm into her mouth.
As I filled, her mouth so I noticed Angie thrusting her hips up to meet Sid's thrusting loins and then come for the second time on his cock. She hastily swallowed all my emissions without losing any.
My cock slipped from her mouth and she gasped out, "Oh, shit!" she was panting with pleasure, but Sid continued to pound her cunt.
I rolled away onto my back, then sat up to watch the scene of my wife confirm that deep down she really was a slut.
Angie was now fucking him back, enjoying his cock as it sliced in and out of her hairy cunt. I watched her raise her knees and open her thighs wider allowing him to go deeper. Her arms went around him and pulled him close.
They kissed.
That hurt; up until now, they hadn't. It looked as though they were lovers in the truest sense of the word, not just two people having sex. Unexpectedly I felt jealousy and for one god-awful moment thought, I'd lost my wife to Sid. However, it got worse.
Sid whispered in her ear but I didn't hear what he'd said.
Angie lovingly held onto him; she was looking into his eyes as he fucked into her. She gave a smile and spoke, "Oh, yes, Sid I love your cock inside me." They kissed again softer more loving.
My heart sank, what is going on, I thought, I've lost her for good.
"Are you going to come again, Angie?" He whispered.
"Huh, huh," she replied with a smile still looking into his eyes.
"What's making you come, Angie?"

"Oh, Sid you have a lovely cock," she replied smiling. Her smiled changed to a sexual grimace as once again she arched up to him coming on his cock.
"Oh, yes," she cried out, "Oh that is so good," she gasped her breathing laboured, "God I never knew fucking could be so good. I just love your cock do me some more."
Sid obliged and continued to fuck my lovely wife, giving her what she wanted.
My own cock was hard again so I moved back into position and placed my cock to her lips.
Her eyes suddenly snapped open and I saw the shock on her face. She had been totally lost in her own sexual world and had forgotten I even existed. For how long I'll never know but my lovely wife of twelve years had been completely absorbed in her own lust.
Angie turned crimson and was about to say something when I pushed my cock into her mouth. She sucked me in looking up at me her eyes pleading; but I just fucked her mouth. As I looked down at her, I watched her eyes roll in their sockets as Sid brought her off for the fourth time with his cock.
It was then I decided I wanted to be inside her. Sid had been using her pussy for too long and I wanted some of it.
Taking my cock from Angie's mouth, I moved off the bed. Angie watched me as Sid continued to fuck her.
Tapping Sid on the shoulder, "Come on, Sid I want some pussy."
Sid looked back at me and then climbed off her, "Sure, Pete be my guest." He rolled away and I crawled up between her legs and got on top of her, my cock slipped into her extremely wet pussy right to the hilt in one long motion.
An unexpected groan escaped my lips as I hit bottom. God did she feel good, I thought as I started to slide in and out of her.
Supporting myself on my hands I looked down at my wife to discover the hickeys, one on the other side of her neck and two on her left tit, one was very close to her nipple.
Sid moved up the bed, wasting no time at all in presenting his slimy cock to Angie's mouth. With no hesitation, she opened up and took him in. Straight away, he started fucking her mouth.
The feelings around my cock were out of this world. To enter a woman who'd just been fucking was electrifying and I was glad I'd already come so that I could enjoy these sensations.
Our threesome continued. Sid gently fucked her mouth while I fucked her cunt.
Sid spoke, "That's it girl clean your cunt cream from my cock."
I maintained a steady rhythm of thrusting into Angie's body and she met every one of them with an upwards thrust of her own.

"Is my cock nice and clean now, Angie. Do you like the taste of your own slut cunt on your tongue?"
There was no response.
Sid pushed deep into her mouth and Angie gagged. He pulled back and then eased back in again, deeper again. I felt her body gagged but this time Sid didn't pull back he pushed in and his cock went another inch or two. Angie tried to pull away but Sid grabbed her head eased in still further, this time with a determined look on his face.
I suddenly realised I'd stopped fucking Angie and was intently watching what Sid was trying to do.
Again Sid pulled back but only slightly, and then pushed back in. His cock slid between Angie's lips as smooth as silk into her mouth, deeper, four five inches.
Angie gagged again but Sid didn't pull back at all, instead he just kept pushing and I watched his cock slide into her throat. Amazed I saw her lips kiss his groin.
I suddenly blurted out, "Good girl," and continued fucking her.
Sid started fucking her throat, he must be right in, I thought.
Out of instinct, I went down and started kissing her ear and down over her hickey covered neck. As I was doing this I suddenly realised I could feel the movements of Sid's cock in her throat. She really was having her throat fucked.
With a grunt, "That's fantastic, Angie," Sid gasped. He started to move faster, and then cried out gasping, "Here it comes, Angie." He pushed in and held her head tight against him squashing her nose against his hairy potbelly. "Ugh!"
Then I witnessed Sid's cock throb several times, as he pumped his spunk into my lovely wife's throat. At the same time, Angie was trying to swallow as his sperm shot straight down into her gullet. It seemed an age before he released her, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Angie moved her head away gasping for air, she wretched bringing up spunk from her throat where she seemed to rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing it again.
My heart was beating like mad. My mind was full of lust at what I'd just witnessed. My wife had just deep throated this stranger, something we've never done before or even inclined to try. My lust took control, I started to fuck her, and I mean really fuck her, hard and fast.
I felt Angie respond. She put her arms around me and held on. I banged into hard grinding my pubes against hers. At that moment, Sid didn't even exist.
Then Angie gave a grunt, her body went ridged, "Yes that's it fuck me. God I'm going to come. Yes!" Her body then jerked several times; then from deep within her throat came a long low growl that led into a squeal of pure pleasure. Then I came; I spunked my wife, spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot into her well-used cunt. Groaning with pleasure, we collapsed onto the bed panting. A few minutes later, I rolled off my wife and lay on the bed.

Angie lay beside me panting, trying to get her breath back. Then I saw Sid come from the bathroom.
Angie rolled over onto her side and put an arm across my chest. Sid got on the bed and lay down behind her. Very quickly, we all fell to sleep.
I was woken a couple of hours later. It was still dark. The bed was rocking; I rolled over to see Sid lying between Angie's thighs fucking away at her cunt. She had her legs wide open, her hands holding onto his arse as he pumped into her.
Angie was grunting and sounded like a pig. Then he suddenly heaved into her, pushing his cock right up into her sex as he groaned with orgasm unloading several hot spurts of spunk into her willing womb.
Sid rolled off and they both lay for several minutes while trying to get their breath back. Then Angie rolled back over and cuddled up to me and again we fell asleep.
I had no idea what time it was but I awoke again noticing Angie wasn't cuddling me anymore so I half turned and looked behind me.
There was Angie, again lying on her back, legs wide open and bent at the knee with Sid lying between them. It must have been just after dawn sunlight was shining through the gap in the curtains.
Sid was obviously buried deep inside her. He was sucking on a nipple and at the same time whispering at her.
"Do you like my cock, Angie?"
"Mm," Angie replied. Her hips were gently undulating as he very slowly pushed in and out.
"Do you like it stuffed up you're cunt?"
"Mm feels good."
"Tell me, Angie tell me what you like?"
"I like what we're doing."
"No, Angie talk dirty to me, say those nasty words."
They fell silent. I wondered whether Angie would comply. They both continued to fuck each other gently, while Sid kept his mouth glued to her left nipple.
Angie then gave a long low groan of bliss. "Oh, Sid I love your cock. I love it stuffed in my cunt," whispered Angie.

Shit was I shocked to hear Angie talk like that.
"I knew you would, Angie. When I first saw you at the bar I knew you were a slut."
"Yes, I'm a slut. Sid. You made me a slut, I like being your slut."
"And your husband what about him?" He asked pushing into her a bit harder.
Angie groaned.
He thrust harder still, "Come on tell me, what about your husband?" He pulled back and thrust hard again.
"Oh, God," Angie exclaimed then groaned.
Sid speeded up Angie met his thrusts.
"Come on, Angie tell" Sid whispered urgently.
"I . . . um . . . He's my husband you're my lover."
Sid began to fuck her with powerful strokes. He stopped sucking on her tit and moved up to find her neck.
"And are you going to let me service your cunt whenever I want it?" Sid asked picking up the pace and adjusting his position he lay down on top of her with his full weight; arms up and around her head with his head in her neck. I could clearly see the expressions on Angie's face as her head bobbed with each thrust.
"Well?" I heard him mumble
Angie brought her legs up and crossed them over Sid's lower back. She groaned loudly, "Yes, you can have my cunt anytime you want it – Oh, God you're bringing me off!"
Angie began to grunt again.
Sid was a cocksman to be true and he was determined to make my lovely wife sing.
"Fuck me Sid I love you – I love you're cock in me. Fuck me, I'm going to come, Sid make me come. Oh, God you fuck me so well."
Sid was now banging into her and my wife took it all.
"Are you going to come on my cock again, Angie?"
"Yes, yes make me come," Angie gasped as she clung to him, "Oh yes I'm going to come."
"Do you want me to spunk you, Angie?

"Yes come, come together, spunk my womb, I want it."
She had her face close to his ear as he lay upon her. His thrusts were now shorter but more forceful. Then he raised his head up and groaned loudly, "Here it comes, Angie I'm going to knock you up," he groaned again, "Do you want me to knock you up?"
"Sid do it, knock me up, Sid."
"You're so fucking good here it comes." Sid slammed into her and held himself tight against her, his cock deep inside her cunt. At the same time, Angie's thighs began to tremble.
My wife screamed out, "I'm coming," her voice was like a growl, her body was having spasms – jerking under Sid as her orgasm crashed through her body. Sid kept heaving into her cunt trying to get deeper, his arse cheeks clenching in time with the throbbing of his cock that was pumping spurt after spurt of hot spunk into Angie's womb splashing over her cervix.
It was an incredible scene to watch instead of joining in I went back to sleep. Again, I woke to discover Angie was now asleep and laying right up close to Sid. Her arm was over his body snuggling up to him. Jealousy hit like a brick in the face. Seeing them like that made me question whether we'd gone too far. We've never done anything like this before. Now my mind was in turmoil and I really didn't know what to do. The way Angie snuggled up to him and the contented look on their faces tore my heart. The whole scene had me thinking that she loves him now instead of me. The past two nights had shown how responsive she was towards him. It seemed Angie was totally in tune with him sexually and the sex he gave was out of this world.
It was time to get up anyway so I headed for the bathroom for a shower and a shave. This was the last day of the conference and we had the company ball that night, tomorrow we will venture home, back to Cornwall.
This was certainly going to be a major turning point in our marriage. Assuming our marriage survives this. My feelings that morning were confused. On the one hand, I enjoyed watching Sid fuck Angie, that first night was a complete revelation. The second night was even better. Angie was amazing; I deliberately allowed that second night to take place just to see what would happen. Yet not until Sid actually turned up, before then I really was enjoying the evening with my wife.

On the other hand I didn't expect Angie to actually go through with it that second night. I suppose I was waiting for Angie to say enough was enough but she never did. What did transpire from that weekend was that Angie like it and the ramifications of it all was that our marriage was never the same.
After showering and having a shave, I returned to the main room to find Sid had gone. That night was Sid's last and he had to be out of the hotel by ten that morning.
Angie was still asleep. She'd rolled over onto her side, her black hair across her face. I got dressed ready for the conference. Then I went over to her and kissed her exposed neck. Angie made a soft moan. She still smelt of sex but it didn't smell the same. It was sort of stale or old. I left her there in bed and went down to breakfast.
Again, I thought I might bump into Sid but if he was there, he never made it known. I was glad of that.
Returning to our room, I found Angie in the bathroom. She'd showered while I was having breakfast. I looked at her she turned away. I tried to smile warmly but fail miserably.
"Hi, you okay?"
Angie was wearing her bathrobe and stood side ways on.
"Yes I'm fine," she replied meekly, "I thought you had already gone to the conference."
"No, I'd just been down to breakfast. The taxi will be here in a couple of minutes." I noticed she wouldn't look at me, "You going shopping again today?"
"If you want me too," she replied her voice low nearly a whisper.
"Yes, I want you to. I want you to look fabulous tonight."
Angie gave a weak smile but she still wouldn't look directly at me. "Okay, what time are you coming back?"
"Just after one o' clock," I replied looking at my watch.
"We could have lunch?"
"That would be nice," I replied happily, "I'll see you later then?"
"Huh huh"

That day at the Conference was a lot better than the last two. Personally, it was one of the best days in my working life. As with all sales clerks, there is that elusive bonus that we all crave for but never really achieve the results to get it. For the past four years, Andy Simpson had won it and going by the look on his face, he'd thought he'd won it for the fifth year running.
Unfortunately, I won the bonus. Andy came fourth and several of the Reps thought it a good idea to celebrate that fact and didn't come out of their comatose state for several days.
I returned to the hotel with a cheque for £8000 and a holiday in the Fiji islands.
Boy was I on high.
However, that euphoria was very short lived when I entered our room to discover Angie wasn't there. My heart sank, I felt ill and my mind conjured up all the worse reason imaginable.
There was shopping on the bed, so she had been there.
Then the phone rang.
"Hello."

"Hi darling I'm glad your back," said Angie, "I'm down in the restaurant waiting for you."
With a sigh of relief, "Oh, okay I'll be straight down."
In the restaurant Angie was waiting at a table. As I approached so, she stood up and stepped away from the table to greet me. I saw my wife standing before me in the shortest skirt I'd ever seen her dressed in. Her long legs looked spectacular. Her blouse was tight across her chest making her breasts more prominent and allowing a faint outline of her nipples show through. You could guess she wasn't wearing a normal bra. She'd fluffed up her hair and really gone to town with her makeup. I have to say she looked incredibly sexy with a sense of elegance and just a hint of slut.
She embraced me with a gentle kiss on my cheek, looked into my eyes, smiled and quietly said, "I love you, Peter."
I saw a look in her eye that I'd never seen before. It was intense yet soft and meaningful. Her whole manner when she spoke exuded honesty and I knew from that moment on that she was truly my wife – my slut wife.
That is the true account of what happen in London in September 1998.
It has been eight years since then and not very much has happened since. We had a great three weeks in the Fiji islands something I will never forget.

As to our relationship, well we're still together. Three months would pass before the two of us actually sat down and talked things through. Listening to Angie reveal her true feelings was a complete revelation.
However, those feeling are for Angie to reveal not me and I have to say you probably won't never know them. Be that as it may I can reveal that after that night of discussion we have indulged in several other exploits of this nature and maybe I will write some more.
For the pessimists out there I say this: Angie didn't catch any diseases, infections or anything else. She is a healthy woman who has discovered another side to herself that she enjoys.
For the sceptics out there I say this: Who cares . . . the truth is so much harder to believe.

By for now