Hotwife part 2

If this is your first visit, then you might like to read part one of this story first.

For those who've been waiting, "Apologies, finally it's here. I hope it's worth the wait xx"......


As we reach the top of the stairs, I turn to Mr S. and with a dirty grin on my face, push the door to Nigel's bedroom open. The room is dimly lit with a bedside lamp. Nigel is laying with his back to us but jumps up a little startled, as we reach the side of his bed.

"Hello!" I say, smiling warmly, "This is Mr S's idea, can we join you?"

With a slightly shocked look on his face, Nigel replies, "Sure!" And moves the quilt aside for us.

I lay down next to him, Mr S. remains standing, we are all naked.

"Hmmm, what do we do now then?" I inquire, feeling a little awkward.

"I think Nigel should start, don't you?" Mr S. replies, gently stroking my body and beckoning Nigel to join him.

Nigel doesn't need asking twice and begins to gently kiss and caress my body.

Sandwiched between the two of them, I can't help but marvel, "Wow, this is really weird!" I giggle, "But in a good way," I add, not wanting to stop the fun.

I take Mr S. into my mouth, as Nigel moves down my tummy, spreading light kisses over my skin. As he nears my pussy I raise my hips to greet him, not feeling in the mood for any teasing tonight. He reads my signals wonderfully, flicking and licking my lips, then delving his tongue as deeply as possible into my already soaking hole. I gasp with pleasure as the first orgasm quickly hits, this guy really knows how to use his tongue!

I feel like a vixen, I feel like a whore, who's adored, wanted and lusted after. I never thought I'd feel any of these in a mfm (male-female-male) scenario.

Mr S's cock tastes delicious and I sense his enjoyment, as he thrusts it deeper into my throat, causing me to gag a little, then withdraw. I moan loudly and grit my teeth as I release a gusher of an orgasm. I hear Nigel splutter a little, then gulp it down, as unperturbed he continues, making me flood his mouth time and again with my juices. I ride the waves of pleasure with complete abandon, allowing them to engulf me entirely, until I can hardly take anymore.

Sensing my need to rest, both men slow and ease their sexual onslaught on my body. I lay panting, still consumed by my own ecstasy, until slowly I begin to return from my euphoric ride.

Finally regaining a grip on reality, I ask greedily, "Right then, what's next?!"

"What do you want to do?" Mr S. asks me.

"Oh, I think you should decide. It's your idea, you're in charge. You decide.'"

And I really do mean it, I'd be happy to get up and leave now. But I'm not happy making any decisions during this potentially explosive situation.

Mr S. looks at me lustfully, then replies, "I think Nigel should fuck you while I watch."

"OK," I smile, rather pleased with his decision.

I reach up for Mr S. kissing him passionately, as we wait for Nigel to put his condom on. I feel Nigel enter me, then begin to fuck me hard and fast. I guess he worked out how I like it quite early on. I take my husbands rock hard cock into my mouth again, as I continue to enjoy the climaxes from another man.

Unlike Mr S., Nigel doesn't allow me to rest between orgasms. It's a dance we've perfected together over the years, but Nigel doesn't know the steps and I can hardly cope, with wave after wave of deep ecstasy.

Finally I manage to catch my breath, "Is this what they call being spit roasted?" I enquire.

"Kind of," Mr S. replies.

I guess I'm not in the correct position to be truly spit-roasted. As I'm lying on my back, with Mr S. sat to my right, his cock in my mouth.

Nick pushes my legs up and I drape them over his shoulders, allowing him to enter me more deeply. As the next orgasm reaches its crescendo, I straighten my legs up above his head. He responds by grasping them with both hands, then pushing his weight against them, while still thrashing away at my pussy. With one hand, Mr S. grabs both of my ankles and holds them back for Nigel.

Wow, this has to be one of the most erotic moments I've ever experienced. My husband holding my ankles, so that another man is free to fuck me harder and deeper than before.

I feel overwhelmed with the amount of orgasms that I'm experiencing, and am completely lost within the surreal surroundings. Yet strangely I begin to feel empowered and want to change positions, lying on my back is my most hated position! I break my legs free, grab Nigel by the shoulders and push him away from me. I then flip myself over onto all fours, grab Mr S. and push him provocatively off the bed, into a standing position.

I take him again into my mouth, as Nigel positions himself behind me. As he begins to enter me again, I'm engulfed by a sense of feeling powerful yet 'used' and very, very dirty. Especially as the realisation hits that I've just experienced a very major switch.

"Now that's what you call being spit-roasted!" Mr S. exclaims happily, as he peers down at me being fucked by our friend.

Both men continue to caress and please me, causing me to climax continuously without rest. My pussy and mouth being rammed hard and fast, my juices dripping sluttishly over their hard cocks.

Finally between orgasms I manage to gasp, "Enough! I can't take any more, I'm fucked!" Then proceed to untangle myself from my lovers and collapse back onto the bed exhausted.

"Wow, what a lovely surprise," Nigel exclaims, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Mmmm it was all Mr S's idea. He's completely blown me away," I reply, gazing with awe into my husband's eyes.

I sense that Mr S. is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and return to our room, still horny as hell and ready to fuck the night away together................

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OK, so maybe you won't see the significance of this development. I mean, I've had sex with other men in the presence of Mr S. (2 to be precise), but it's always been as a foursome. This time however, there was nothing in it for Mr S., other than the satisfaction of seeing me being turned on by another (he's not an avid voyeur like me).

Ironically, it wasn't the man between my legs that turned me on the most, it was the one within my heart. The one who shared me with another for my pleasure, for my own satisfaction. My sexy selfless husband, who instigated and choreographed the whole exciting adventure. I'm still blown away by it all now.

Through all our swinging experiences, this has to be one of the most unexpected so far. And it's all to do with Mr S. and I. I've finally 'got it', this swinging lifestyle is 'all about us', giving and receiving pleasure, doing things to please one another.

However, he has stated that it was a one off, never to be repeated again. Shame, but I wonder if he's familiar with the phrase 'never say never again'?......................................