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(M+F wife)
Rejuvenation
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The stranger pressing against my backside cips my naked breasts as the dress falls to my waist. I watch Paul watching us. The man moves in front of me, squats, slides the dress over my hips to let it pool about my feet. Only the thin silk of my panties between his eyes and my cunt. Between his mouth and my cunt. I watch Paul.
The man steers me to the armchair, slips my panties to my knees and then over my feet as I sit. He positions my legs over the arms of the chair. I'm totally exposed now. My cunt is wide open to him. And to Paul's eyes.
The stranger runs gentle fingertips over my inner thighs. Over my loins. Over the lips of my cunt. A quiver runs through me. In spite of myself. I'm still not sure I want this. My mouth is dry and I'm having difficulty swallowing.
Now it's his mouth there, between my thighs. His tongue parts my lips and flicks at my clit. I sense my hips tilting to make myself more accessible to him. Through half closed eyes I watch Paul watching us. Intently.
I find myself pressing my cunt up hard against his mouth. My hands are on his head, holding his mouth hard against my cunt. I watch Paul watching me orgasm. His cock is in his hand. I can barely breath.
2
"You can't be serious."
That's me. Helen. Thirty nine year old wife of eleven years. Faithful and true.
"Come on honey. It would be great. You'd enjoy it. I know you would."
That's Paul. My husband for those eleven years. Also faithful and true. I think.
"You actually want me to hop in the sack with another guy?"
" It's not quite like that" he says. "I want us to have a good sex life again. We both know it's not like it used to be."
That's true enough. God, we used to screw like rabbits. All over the house. We didn't need a bed. The sofa. The living room floor. The kitchen table. The bathtub. Stand-ups from behind. Stand-ups face to face. Anywhere and any time. But there was no denying things had changed. Always in the bed now. At night. Just before going to sleep. Once or twice a week and pretty basic stuff. "And how is this going to help?"
"Well, you'll be getting a new sex partner. And I'm really turned on with the idea of watching you. Christ girl, I get a hard-on every time I think about it. I'd love to see you doing another guy."
It had been a long time since I'd "done" another guy. About twelve years. Not since I'd met Paul. And there had only been four before him.
We discussed it off and on for weeks, and, after setting up a few ground rules, I finally, reluctantly, agreed to give it a try. The main ground rule was that I wouldn't know his name and he wouldn't know mine. There would be no small talk between us, either before or after. Just sex.
3
As I come down from my orgasm and open my eyes, I realize the stranger is no longer squatting between my legs. He's over by the couch now, removing his clothes, three quarters turned away from me. When he's naked he turns towards me and I see his erect cock, thick and powerful. I can't take my eyes off it as he approaches me. It's going to be inside me soon. He's going to fuck me with that cock. My heart is pounding. My peripheral vision makes me aware of Paul, now naked as well, slumped in his easy chair, slowly stroking his cock.
The stranger positions himself beside me, his cock near my face. I turn towards him, and take him into my mouth. I'm aware of my left hand cupping his balls, my right stroking his cock, my mouth and tongue working. I feel as though in a dream. He cups my face in his hands as I suck him. I want his cum. I want his cum to flood my mouth. I watch Paul as I suck the stranger's cock. I watch Paul breathing hard and working his cock.
The man pulls his cock from my eager mouth. "Noooo.....", I hear someone complain. Was that me? I realize it was. Now he's between my widely spread legs. Between my thighs. He parts my nether lips with the head of his stiff cock, but doesn't penetrate me. Instead, he runs his erection back and forth between those other lips. From my hungry opening to my tingling clit. Every time it touches my clit I feel an electric current run through my body. Much as I love this feeling, I want him inside me. I want to feel his cock penetrate me.
Then it does. It penetrates me in one long, slow stroke until his balls rest against my buttocks. Through almost closed eyes (I can't seem to open them) I watch Paul while this stranger pumps his cock into me. I can tell that Paul is close to coming.
So am I. And then...... I'm there..... as this unknown man fucks me and massages my clit with his thumb and I've rolled my hips back and up and he's so deep inside me and my orgasm washes over and through me and my sweet, sweet little cunt clutches and squeezes his pumping cock. The stranger goes slightly rigid and I feel his cock pulsing inside me and I know he's flooding me with his sperm, his spunk, his cum.
Then Paul is there. Beside me. His cock in his hand. I take him into my mouth. I wrap my lips around my husband lover friend's beautiful cock and receive and swallow his ejaculate.
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