Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

... you I have a problem. It is probably why I used to frighten boyfriends. My husband, bless him, does his best, but he knows he can’t cope. To be honest, no man can and I married Andy because he loved me, and I do love him. But my sex life was a disaster.

I used to go out and fuck anyone I could, but I was always left completely unsatisfied. It is not nice.

On one occasion, in a very rough and undesirable pub, I let half a dozen blokes fuck me, one after the other, and I still needed more. I remember shouting at them, telling them to fuck me again and again, but they left me shaking on the toilet floor, and I had finally walked home alone, almost naked.

Andy helped me shower and brought me my vibrators and giant dildo, which I used for an hour, but I wasn’t satisfied, and I had waves of disappointment sweeping over me for the next few days.

So when I met Emma, I thought that, perhaps, this could change my life. I did not know what to expect. Emma and Eira would be the first women I would have had sex with. But I was, obviously, apprehensive.

When I finally woke, for a brief moment, I was not sure where I was, but I felt wonderful. My body was still tingling, but I had an incredible feeling of contentment, so warm and so complete.

Emma and Eira were sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, the back of their heads just in front of me. They were chatting, their heads touching. They heard me move and turned to look at me, just inches from my face, and they ...

... both smiled, and each kissed me.

It was the first time I had been able to talk to anyone about my “problem”. Even with Andy, I had not been able to tell him what it was like, or how it felt, or how utterly and completely frustrating it was for me.

That was a few weeks ago now. I had stayed the night with Emma, and Eddie had joined us in bed and I had had a more controlled set of orgasms, Eddie simply marvelling at my lust. Eira had gone home to Oliver, and, from what she told us later, she too had been ravished by her horny husband, no doubt telling him about our day together.

And I have to go now. Eira and I are going shopping. Emma has told us what we need to do.

Eira

“So, you like it?”

“Oh wow, Eira, it’s absolutely wonderful. I know it will need some doing up, but blimey, what a house!” Emma was whizzing around the house, her usual lovely, excited self. After much searching, we heard about the place from a friend of a friend, and we went to see it as soon as it hit the market. To be honest, Oliver and I were not expecting much. We had been continually disappointed with what we had seen up to then.

As soon as we got out of the car, I grabbed his hand, and he smiled at me. Yes, this looked perfect. We managed to do a deal with the owners, and it was ours, or at least we hoped so. God knows how the English put up with their ludicrous property market or, rather, the ridiculous purchase process, but at last, we had exchanged contracts and should complete in a ...