The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... won't you be late for work."

"No...", he replied, "... this won't take long, luv."

His cock wasn't the largest, or fattest, of cocks she had experienced. She'd been with a couple of men before her marriage, and both had been better endowed. But the head of his cock was a pleasing mushroom shape, and he did get very hard when he was randy, no need to 'thumb him in', ever. And he certainly had stamina, once he set off, and got past the sensitive penis stage, he could go on for an hour. Today he wasn't going to be that long, he was pounding away with little regard for endurance, clearly excited by the prospect of seeing her with George.

He grunted, "Ya, ya, ya, ya,", as he pounded away, distorting her buttocks and pushing her body forwards with each impact. As his cock stirred her cunt she wondered if the 'fun' was Tom's idea, or George's. She had been faithful to Tom, and believed he had been faithful to her. Now he was giving her permission to be unfaithful. Did this mean he had already wandered? Had he fucked a local whore, or even worse, one of her girlfriends? Was he guiltily trying to even the score?

"Tom... ah, ah, oooh.", she gasped. His cock was giving her pleasure, he was making sure he kept plenty of action happening in the most sensitive part of her cunt. She began to think that if he wanted some naughtiness, and that was the price of keeping him happy, and holding on to her marriage, then she would go along with his plan.

"Okay Tom... I'll fuck ...

... George, if that's what you want."

"Ya, ya, ya, ya...", Tom's grunts continued, but there was a tone of satisfaction, and an increase in speed.

"Oh Tom...", Sally realised she was about to cum, "... oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!"

Tom pounded a few more times, then came himself. Pulling out he spilled his sperm across Sally's buttocks and back. She lay still, glowing from her orgasm, while he dressed.

"I'll see you tonight then.", he smiled, "I'll let George know he can come over after tea."

Once he had gone Sally showered. The warm water washed away the sweat, sperm, and building site debris from her pores and relaxed her. She looked down at her large, but very soft and saggy breasts, her rounded tummy with its double crease, and her chubby thighs and wondered if - when he actually got to see her naked - George would be turned on enough to perform. It would make for a very embarrassing evening if she couldn't give him a hard-on. Getting a thrill from fantasising about a mate's wife was a long way from the bare truth of that same woman stripping naked in front of him with all her flaws. What if he ran away? What if he laughed at her? And was she now officially a slut for having agreed to do this?

She stripped the bed and washed the sheets and pillow cases, then hung them in the garden to dry. As the sheets flapped in the sunshine, Sally indulged herself in a Pimm's while stretching out in the garden lounger. A voice over the hedge caught her attention. She shaded her eyes ...