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

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... you."

She put her hands on top of his and, with gentle movements, showed him what he could do. As soon as he took control she removed her hands and relaxed her body. He gently pushed her head down his cock, then lifted it, then down again, groaning with pleasure.

"Oh god Sally, you are such a slut. Tom never mentioned this."

Not surprising, thought Sally, because he prefers a different approach, remembering the times when they were first married when he would lay her on the bed on her back, with her head dangling over the edge, and fucked her throat, vigorously. Perhaps seeing George using her mouth would mean a return to those heady days. She decided, since her hands were free, to give Tom an eyeful. Moving her hands to her buttocks she gave them a slow, circling, massage and then pulled up the dressing gown to reveal her arse and cunt. There was a creak of leather as Tom moved off the sofa, presumably to get a better angle, then the click, click, click of the smartphone.

George was moving more confidently now, and occasionally pushing Sally down deep into his crotch. He was speeding up too. His cock was slick with saliva and Sally could hear him breathing heavily. When the opportunity arose she reached under her belly to finger her clit and occasionally pop a finger into her cunt. She was gratifyingly wet down there, ready for cock when it happened.

"Argh Sally! So good. I'm going to..."

To Sally's initial alarm he sped up, his control beginning to ...

... fade. Harder and harder he went, her lips powering up and down his cock like a masturbation aid.

"Ghu, hu, hu, gggh.", Sally gagged and choked as his movements became more brutal and then he cried out and he was spurting cum down her throat and into her mouth. She tried to sit back but, for a moment George was out of it. When he opened his eyes he immediately let go.

"Oh sorry Sally. Sorry."

Sally sat back thinking of Diana. What would she do now? The answer was to open her mouth, show George the cum, and then - with a cheeky smile - swallow it down. Half of it had already gone down, she judged, might as well have the rest of the load. I'm channelling Diana, she thought, is this because I don't trust my own ideas?

"George."

"Yes, Sally?"

"We're off upstairs. Bring your beer. There's a chair my husband wants to sit in."

George looked puzzled but got to his feet. Grasping his beer can in one hand, and the waistband of his jeans in the other, he followed Sally up to the bedroom. His cock hung limp but Sally had a plan for that. She was now determined, having agreed to her husband's fantasy, to go through with it. She deserved George's cock, lots of George's cock, and was not going to be denied.

Sally helped George to undress and pushed him onto the bed. Tom sat on the bedroom chair. Then Sally delved in the bedside cabinet and produced a little blue tablet. She handed it to George.

"Take this my lover.", she grinned.

"Oy! Them's expensive!", called ...