Sharing My Wife Again

25 Temmuz 2022 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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At the time this happened, Shelley and I had been married for about four years, and had since had a daughter, which had basically put our exciting sexual exploits on hold for a while. In fact, it had been over three years since we did anything involving other people – something that we’d got into quite a bit before having our child. So, in October, 2019, we’d been invited to a charity dinner ball, in light of Shelley’s fundraising work for this particular charity. It was a proper black tie/evening dress affair, the sort of thing we hadn’t been to for years, so to ensure that we had a really good night and didn’t have to worry about how much we had to drink or what time we got home, Shelley’s parents offered to have our daughter stay at theirs for the night, giving us some proper time together, which hardly ever happened nowadays.We arrived at the ball, myself in black tux and Shelley in a sexy black evening dress that came down to the knee, and showed plenty of cleavage. Needless to say, she looked stunning, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her afterwards, determined to make the most of our night together. Shelley was now thirty-two, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and a great figure that she’d got back in fine shape after having our daughter.There were lots of other hot looking women and handsome men there too, so I reckoned there would be a lot of shagging going on later that night. We didn’t actually know anybody else there, and were sat at a table with some other couples, as well as an older lady on her own and a single man called Scott, who was probably late-forties. We chatted to them all throughout the evening, enjoying the great food and plenty of drink. We’d got a taxi there, and were planning to do the same to get back home so neither of us had to worry about how much alcohol we downed.After the dinner and thank you speeches, the music got going. There was a live band playing, and people were soon crowding the dancefloor. A lot of the people from our table cleared off to dance, leaving the older lady engrossed in conversation with one couple that stayed behind, and Scott, who pulled up a chair next to Shelley and I to chat some more.He asked us what we did for a living, and how long we’d been married, then told us that he was a divorcee who’d split up with his wife the previous year, and had two teenage daughters who both now lived with their mum. He also told us he was an accountant and confessed to being a ‘boring numbers guy’ which made us laugh, assuring him that he wasn’t boring and was actually really good company. The band started playing one of his favourite songs and he started tapping away to the beat.“I would go and dance but I’d look like a bit of a loner, wouldn’t kaçak iddaa I?” he joked.I wasn’t really into dancing, but Shelley liked to, so she stood up and said, “Come on, I’ll dance with you,” to Scott.“Well, I don’t want to take you away from your husband,” he said, but I assured him it was fine, and told them to hurry up before the song finished.I watched them dancing together, nothing sensual or anything, just general happy-go-lucky jigging about, and I could see they were having a good laugh. They carried on dancing for a couple more up-tempo numbers, before it got to a slow one. I wondered if they were going to carry on, interested to see what they would have done, but they obviously decided against it, feeling a little bit awkward, so they both came back to the table.I actually thought, a few years ago, she probably would’ve tried to collar him at that point, as well as suggesting she find a few more men to have a gangbang or something! But we’d got right out of the habit of doing anything like that, and I wondered if we’d ever find ourselves in that kind of situation again.“That was good, I haven’t jived like that for years!” Shelley said, to which Scott laughed and admitted that he hadn’t either.They sat back down, Shelley next to me and Scott the other side of her. Just seeing her in that black dress was enough to get me going, and I was very eager to fuck her brains out that night, so tempted to just take her outside and bang her against a wall like we used to years ago. She was quite tipsy by that point and didn’t seem to mind as I gradually hitched up her dress to massage her thigh, giving Scott a better view of her goods.He was a very polite and respectable bloke though, who deliberately tried his best not to keep eyeing her up in front of me, although he was obviously finding it hard not to look at her legs and tits as she started to lose her modesty. He offered to get us all another drink, and when he went off to get them, I said to Shelley how hot she looked and I couldn’t wait to get her home. She said we could make a move when it seemed right, although she didn’t want to leave too soon and wanted to make the most of our time out.“We’ve got all night anyway,” she said with a wink.The evening rolled on, and Shelley and Scott had another couple of dances together, coming back even more breathless than the first time. By about 11.30 people were starting to clear out, and I suggested we call for a taxi for midnight. Scott said he was going to do the same, but when we realised he lived sort of en-route home for us, we decided to all share a cab and split the difference. By the time we left, Shelley was pretty drunk, and stumbled slightly going out the door.“I haven’t drunk like that kaçak bahis for quite a while,” she giggled, and got into the back of the taxi with me, while Scott sat in the front.On the way back, Shelley and I started snogging each other, as I pushed up her dress further, almost forgetting we were still in a car with two virtual strangers. It was like we’d gone back in time to when we were first together, feeling all hot and horny as we got it on for the first time.At one point, Scott looked back to talk to us, but said, “Oh, sorry,” with a grin as he realised what we were up to.We arrived at his house after about ten minutes, and he asked if we wanted to go in for a nightcap.“I think I’ve had enough to drink for one night,” I joked, but Shelley was happy to take him up on the invitation, insisting that we could get another cab home a bit later on. To be honest, part of me just wanted to get home and fuck the crap out of her, but as Scott asked us in, I suddenly had an inkling for the first time that things could potentially go further with him – maybe that was his masterplan all along, especially after seeing how fired up we both were. It had been so long since anything like this had happened, and I’d just assumed those days were behind us. But we had the whole night to ourselves, and a bloke who probably fancied the pants off my wife, even though he was being very discreet about it.At the hope of things heating up when we got inside, I agreed, and thought even if they didn’t, Shelley and I still had the rest of the night to enjoy once we got home. Scott insisted on paying the driver in full, and led us in and through to his kitchen to get us another drink. We’d all had a fair bit already, but gladly took another one ‘for the road’.We stood around chatting in the kitchen for a while, and Scott and I were glad to get our bowties and jackets off so we could loosen up a bit. I made a point of standing very close to Shelley with my arm round her, to really relax her into the situation, which also spurred on Scott to ask a bit more about us. We explained after nine years together, and having a child, that we didn’t get the chance much to be really close and intimate very often, so that evening was a real treat.“I could tell from the way you two were all over each other in the taxi,” said Scott, actually making Shelley blush slightly. In spite of some of the dirty things we’d got up to years ago, having a lengthy break from that kind of activity meant that Shelley had almost reverted back to the shy, quiet girl she was when we first met, although I was certain her slutty side could come out again if the opportunity arose.“Well, don’t let me keep you guys, if you want to head off to rekindle your passion, illegal bahis I won’t stop you,” Scott joked.“That’s alright, we don’t have to go just yet,” I said, stroking Shelley’s arm. She looked at me with a slightly hazy look in her eye, and I knew deep down she must have been feeling horny as hell, all dressed up in her high heels and sexy evening dress, probably still on a high from dancing with Scott earlier on.I got myself behind her and turned her slightly away from me so she was a bit more face-on to Scott, downing the rest of her drink and handing her empty glass to him.“Another?” he asked.“No I really shouldn’t, I need to stay sober,” she replied.“For what?” Scott asked.“For my two-year old, when she gets home tomorrow – a mummy with a hangover wouldn’t look good,” she grinned.“But you’re such a yummy mummy, babe,” I said, running my hands up and down her arms as I pressed against her from behind, my hard cock rubbing against her arse, making her gasp slightly.“Seriously you two, do you want me to leave you alone?” Scott smirked.“No, stay, we don’t mind,” Shelley replied, “you’ve been staring at my tits all night anyway.” He laughed the comment off, as I reached round and groped Shelley’s breasts.“Well, you’ve got such nice tits darling, can you blame him?” I said, kissing her neck. She closed her eyes, reaching back with one arm and placing it behind my head.“And you’re a very sexy woman,” said Scott, putting his hands on her waist.And that was the move that confirmed it: he wanted her, but up till then he’d just been too fucking gentlemanly to admit it! Shelley leant back and kissed me, as Scott moved in and kissed her neck. She turned back to him and said, “You can’t do that, I’m a married woman,” in a dreamy state, as she touched his face and stroked his hair.“Well, I don’t see your husband complaining, do you?” he said.“No, he just doesn’t care,” she gasped. Our hands were all over her, kissing her neck and shoulders, making her feel hornier than ever as she gave in to the moment. “Oh god, this feels good,” she said, kissing both of us in turn, “I’m getting all fucking wet now.”Scott pushed up her dress, running his hand up her leg while he kissed her chest, leaning her back onto me and turning her head back so I could snog her.“And your hubby really doesn’t mind you doing this?” Scott asked.“No, he likes sharing me,” Shelley panted as I groped her tits.“What, are you regular swingers or something?” he asked.“We used to do this sort of thing quite a bit before we had a family,” I replied, and Scott confessed that we had really made his night. He suddenly pulled her tight against him, forcing the bulge in his trousers into her crotch.“Are you boys going to fuck me good and proper?” Shelley gasped, grabbing Scott’s face and kissing him, locking tongues briefly before she pulled away. “Can you show me the bedroom?” she asked as she looked him in the eye. I winked at him with approval.

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