It’s a long time ago now – we’d been married about three, maybe four years.
Went to a party with Anna and like it did at most parties in those days, drink flowed freely. Doubt there were any drugs around, though the odd Purple Heart might have been available at the time. Not for me! I was more interested in a night of music, dancing and drinking – whilst some lucky devils were fucking the arses off some of the young chicks.
Being married but very broadminded, I let them screw themselves stupid whilst I sunk a few malts. Anna, well I thought she was dancing so, if that kept her happy, then drink kept me ecstatically perky.
Anna was very randy in the taxi home and couldn’t keep her hands off me. Trouble was, all that booze had left me with a bad dose of the BDs (brewers droop for the uninitiated...)
We lay in bed, hell, I remember the light spinning round on the ceiling so had to prop myself up. Anna laughed. She was randy. I was temporarily impotent but she didn’t seem to care. Instead she started talking about our sex lives, how good we had been at it but perhaps it was time to spice things up a bit. She spread her legs and sent a couple of fingers scouting the bushy terrain. My mind was willing but the old Tonka toy wouldn’t play.
Anyway, I don’t want to keep you in suspense; Anna suddenly blurted out how she would love to be fucked by a guy and wanted me to watch. Shocked for a moment, I asked what guy?
Does it matter? She asked as she began rubbing herself quite frantically.
The idea didn’t appeal to me to begin with but then, well it hit home quite quickly. I’d always fantasised about her being screwed by a friend of ours though I’d never said. The old cock began to kick into life but not before Anna had brought herself off with her deadly fingers. Then she set about me with her hands, up and down my body, down to my pubes, round and round the stem of my cock without touching it. Oh, the bloody minx. Taunting, teasing, until suddenly she mounted me and hey presto, like magic, one eyed cock delivered everything she wanted.
Everything? Well not quite. As she was riding me she kept talking about having it off with another bloke. When I eventually agreed she went crazy and fucked me harder and wilder than ever before.
Next move. Who was it to be? Strangely she had someone in mind, so one evening she invited Gary back home and we sat down, had a few drinks, talked about sex and then, Anna dug her elbow into my ribs and hissed in my ear, ‘Ask him you dumb fucker.’
Never really taken to being called dumb but Anna went out of the room leaving Gary and me alone. How the hell I suggested it I’ll never know, but suggest it I did.
‘You’re fucking joking mate, aren’t you?’ he was astonished.
‘Do you want to fuck her or not?’ It must have sounded like I was pleading,
‘Fuck yeah, man. I could fuck her right now.’
‘Just one thing Gary, I want to watch.’
‘You dirty sod! You want to watch me having a fuck?’
‘You want to fuck my wife, remember.’
‘You really don’t mind...?’
Anna appeared in the doorway, winked at me and beckoned Gary with her finger. God she looked sexy, pink transparent negligee over, woo I get hot recalling it, over her naked body. I know I got horny right there.
I followed them up the stairs and into the bedroom, our bloody bedroom, but it was all in the cause of sex.
If there was such a thing as male rape then I think Anna would have easily qualified! She had his clothes off before they’d reached the bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. His cock was maybe nine inches long and had a bigger girth than me. That was intimidating. They lay on the bed naked, Gary looking embarrassed and probably scared I’d knife him in the back at any time.
‘Go on,’ I urged but couldn’t hear what Anna said to him.
His fingers dived straight between her legs, quite rough I thought, but she didn’t seem to mind. She took his weapon in hand and began to give him a gentle hand job, then she went down on him, head of his cock inside her mouth pressing her cheek outward, Anna began working her mouth up and down his cock, her hand still working the lower end of his stem.
How the hell she took so much in her mouth I’ll never know, she didn’t even gag. I was as hard as a rock; unzipped my fly and allowed my own cock to jump from its hiding place.
Had a feeling that Gary wasn’t too keen on the oral aspect and just wanted to plough inside her moistened cunt, while I wanted him to get the job done so I could get my end up her beautiful hole.
He wanted to do it missionary style, Anna’s least favourite position, but once he rammed his beauty inside her she moved rhythmically with him. Almost as if they’d done it before. I wondered if he had been at that party and shafted her then, but she was enjoying what she was getting. Gary pulled out of her I thought this was the money shot but no, Anna went onto her hands and knees and he poked his cock into her from the rear.
She loved that, I recognised the tell tale gurgle in her throat as he plunged in deep ploughing into her roughly, moving faster and faster. His balls were slapping against her body, she was gasping with every lunge, and I was rubbing myself in time to the rhythm. Anna began to shriek with both pain and pleasure as he banged hard into her, his hands pulling her hard against his own body. He jerked and groaned and shot his load into her.
Anna collapsed onto the bed and he fell on top of her, his damp cock running with his cum and her juices.
Bloody hell, that was fantastic, I thought and continued wanking myself. Anna called me to the bed, I lay on my back and she straddled me, sinking me into her absolutely wet cunt that was full of Gary’s cum. It didn’t take long for my own cum to join his.
Gary went off into the night no doubt disbelieving his luck. Anna and me, well we celebrated her fuck with Gary in the only way possible. She loved it and said she wanted to experience it again, but with someone new....
Anna..... !