First the reality:
My wife had an affair with a work colleague, which I later found out about. I agreed for them to continue.
A long time later she went to his house, and we'd agreed she could stay overnight. She asked me if I could drop her off, and pick her up the next morning. I agreed, but mentioned that I thought I ought to be getting something more out of the deal. Having thought about it a bit, she said "when you come to collect me in the morning, why don't you wear a pair of panties under your jeans? Then, you could come in for coffee, and we could all have some fun before we leave".
I was definitely up for that. A few months prior to this was the first time I had worn panties in front of her boyfriend.
So I dropped her off, and went home, and spent the evening trying not to masturbate, in anticipation of the next mornings fun.
I arrived at his house the next morning, and rang the doorbell. I was surprised when one of her boyfriends rugby player mates opened the door. I explained that I was there to pick up my wife. The guy got a big smirk on his face and invited me in. I followed him into the lounge, where there were four more of her boyfriends rugby mates. It was clear they had stayed the night, as there were pillows and blankets on the sofas, armchairs and the floor. The guy that answered the door introduced me to the other four. "This is X's husband. He's come to collect her". I heard one of the guys laugh, and the others just exchanged glances, as if to say 'this could be interesting!'.
I was about to make my excuses and leave, when one guy said "there's coffee ready, I'll get you one".
So I had to stand there, feeling like a lemon, increasingly conscious that I was wearing a pair of my wifes panties under my jeans.
We made conversation and it became clear that they had arrived the previous evening unannounced, looking to see if my wifes boyfriend wanted to join them in a pub drinking session. He had invited them in, and they'd ended up staying and drinking, and had spent the night.
They explained that my wife and her boyfriend were still in bed, but they would probably be up soon. So I stood and drank my coffee, and had to answer some questions from his mates: "how long has your wife known X", "you must be very 'understanding' to allow her to stay out overnight" etc.
Then the conversation suddenly stopped as noise from the bedroom above started. It was obvious it was the sound of a bed rythmically squeaking. We all knew what that meant. My wife and her boyfriend were fucking in the bedroom above. Then there was the faint sounds of grunting, and of occaissional moans from my wife.
Downstairs we were all silent, listening.
One of the guys broke the silence: "sounds like someones having a good time!" They all burst out laughing, looking at me for my reaction. I just stood there red faced. But I was conscious of my growing erection, and how uncomfortable it was getting inside my wifes knickers. I was concerned they might spot the bulge in my jeans. Then they might pull them down and see the panties I was wearing.
The noises from upstairs were getting louder. My wife is a 'screamer', and soon enough, her orgasm started. She was very loud, screaming several times, followed by "yes....yes....yes", and then her boyfriends loud grunts as he was, obviously, ejaculating inside my wifes pussy.
After a few minutes, when things had quietened down, I made my excuses and left. I drove around the corner, found a quiet spot to stop the car. I hurriedly pulled down my jeans and panties and furiously wanked off, cumming in less than a minute.
Later that day, back at our house, my wife told me that the arrival of her boyfriends rugby mates wasn't pre-arranged, and had caught them by surprise. She was wearing some very skimpy clothing and was braless. The other guys started flirting with her, and she got very horny. They started playing card games and inevitably turned it to strip poker. Because she was useless at card games she quickly ended up naked in front of them. She stayed naked for quite some time, and served drinks to his mates, but told them not to touch. But she didn't stop her boyfriend from touching her, and she got increasingly hot and horny. Eventually her boyfriend started kissing her on the sofa, and then he started fondling her breasts and moved her legs apart, while his mates watched. When he knew she was completely worked up he moved her hand down to between her legs, and pushed her fingers into her pussy. She couldn't help herself, and knew that the other guys were all watching her, which turned her on even more. She opened her legs fully, and masturbated until she orgasmed. As soon as she finished, and had calmed down a little, she got up and left the room. Her boyfriend found her some minutes later and persuaded her to come back and stay naked. Which she did, on condition that his mates wouldn't attempt to fuck her. During the remainder of the evening they played truth or dare games, where she had to reveal her relationship with her boyfriend, the fact that I knew and approved of him fucking her. She also revealed that I was less well endowed than her boyfriend, and that I didn't make her orgasm when I fucked her, that he lasted much longer than me, etc. Her boyfriend even revealed that I had recently started going down on her immediately after he'd fucked her and ejaculated in her pussy.
Next post contains the fantasy.
My wife had an affair with a work colleague, which I later found out about. I agreed for them to continue.
A long time later she went to his house, and we'd agreed she could stay overnight. She asked me if I could drop her off, and pick her up the next morning. I agreed, but mentioned that I thought I ought to be getting something more out of the deal. Having thought about it a bit, she said "when you come to collect me in the morning, why don't you wear a pair of panties under your jeans? Then, you could come in for coffee, and we could all have some fun before we leave".
I was definitely up for that. A few months prior to this was the first time I had worn panties in front of her boyfriend.
So I dropped her off, and went home, and spent the evening trying not to masturbate, in anticipation of the next mornings fun.
I arrived at his house the next morning, and rang the doorbell. I was surprised when one of her boyfriends rugby player mates opened the door. I explained that I was there to pick up my wife. The guy got a big smirk on his face and invited me in. I followed him into the lounge, where there were four more of her boyfriends rugby mates. It was clear they had stayed the night, as there were pillows and blankets on the sofas, armchairs and the floor. The guy that answered the door introduced me to the other four. "This is X's husband. He's come to collect her". I heard one of the guys laugh, and the others just exchanged glances, as if to say 'this could be interesting!'.
I was about to make my excuses and leave, when one guy said "there's coffee ready, I'll get you one".
So I had to stand there, feeling like a lemon, increasingly conscious that I was wearing a pair of my wifes panties under my jeans.
We made conversation and it became clear that they had arrived the previous evening unannounced, looking to see if my wifes boyfriend wanted to join them in a pub drinking session. He had invited them in, and they'd ended up staying and drinking, and had spent the night.
They explained that my wife and her boyfriend were still in bed, but they would probably be up soon. So I stood and drank my coffee, and had to answer some questions from his mates: "how long has your wife known X", "you must be very 'understanding' to allow her to stay out overnight" etc.
Then the conversation suddenly stopped as noise from the bedroom above started. It was obvious it was the sound of a bed rythmically squeaking. We all knew what that meant. My wife and her boyfriend were fucking in the bedroom above. Then there was the faint sounds of grunting, and of occaissional moans from my wife.
Downstairs we were all silent, listening.
One of the guys broke the silence: "sounds like someones having a good time!" They all burst out laughing, looking at me for my reaction. I just stood there red faced. But I was conscious of my growing erection, and how uncomfortable it was getting inside my wifes knickers. I was concerned they might spot the bulge in my jeans. Then they might pull them down and see the panties I was wearing.
The noises from upstairs were getting louder. My wife is a 'screamer', and soon enough, her orgasm started. She was very loud, screaming several times, followed by "yes....yes....yes", and then her boyfriends loud grunts as he was, obviously, ejaculating inside my wifes pussy.
After a few minutes, when things had quietened down, I made my excuses and left. I drove around the corner, found a quiet spot to stop the car. I hurriedly pulled down my jeans and panties and furiously wanked off, cumming in less than a minute.
Later that day, back at our house, my wife told me that the arrival of her boyfriends rugby mates wasn't pre-arranged, and had caught them by surprise. She was wearing some very skimpy clothing and was braless. The other guys started flirting with her, and she got very horny. They started playing card games and inevitably turned it to strip poker. Because she was useless at card games she quickly ended up naked in front of them. She stayed naked for quite some time, and served drinks to his mates, but told them not to touch. But she didn't stop her boyfriend from touching her, and she got increasingly hot and horny. Eventually her boyfriend started kissing her on the sofa, and then he started fondling her breasts and moved her legs apart, while his mates watched. When he knew she was completely worked up he moved her hand down to between her legs, and pushed her fingers into her pussy. She couldn't help herself, and knew that the other guys were all watching her, which turned her on even more. She opened her legs fully, and masturbated until she orgasmed. As soon as she finished, and had calmed down a little, she got up and left the room. Her boyfriend found her some minutes later and persuaded her to come back and stay naked. Which she did, on condition that his mates wouldn't attempt to fuck her. During the remainder of the evening they played truth or dare games, where she had to reveal her relationship with her boyfriend, the fact that I knew and approved of him fucking her. She also revealed that I was less well endowed than her boyfriend, and that I didn't make her orgasm when I fucked her, that he lasted much longer than me, etc. Her boyfriend even revealed that I had recently started going down on her immediately after he'd fucked her and ejaculated in her pussy.
Next post contains the fantasy.