Married for 18 years, Richard and Ellen Gray were seen by everyone as the perfect couple with the perfect marriage, the only arguments they had were usually sex related. Ellen thought that sex four times a week was adequate and nothing needed changing but Richard longed to spark up their sex life by swinging with other couples, which was completely off limits as far as his brunette wife was concerned. 

Richard often spoke of his fantasies as foreplay and Ellen even acknowledged that their lovemaking on these occasions was more erotic and her orgasms more intense. However, she was adamant that it was going to remain a fantasy, not wanting to be fucked by someone else or watch her husband fuck another woman.

When Ellen masturbated she thought of other men, sometimes women and wondered if she could do this for her husband. She wasn’t a prude; she enjoyed sex and even had her own fantasies. Yet in her heart she knew that she couldn’t betray her wedding vows, despite having permission from the man she loved. So for two years she heard the pleas from Richard and she placated him by ensuring the best sex so the subject was once again dropped. Until the next time.

Ellen was aware that Richard used the Internet; she even knew that he went into swinger’s chat rooms and she was happy for him to have his own cyber life. He met Dan online whilst surfing the net and they spoke about the swinging lifestyle, both sharing their fantasies of wanting to see their wives with other lovers, but both men had yet to achieve their goals. 

Over the course of several hours they discovered that they lived relatively near by. Richard described Ellen to Dan; the men even exchanged clothed pictures of their wives. Dan commented on Ellen’s picture and said he was attracted to her dark eyes and defined lips and yes he would very much like to fuck his sexy wife. 

Further weeks followed and Ellen noticed that Richard was making more and more requests for her to try swinging and be with another couple. She was relieved when he went on the computer and left her to sleep but she knew that their sex life was now suffering, as he spent hours chatting on line. Ellen was desperately torn between her love and strong desire to please Richard, and her apprehension about the swinging scene. What if he found the other woman more sexually desirable and started to have an affair outside of swinging? What if the whole idea of using swinging as a tool to enhance their own sex life fell flat on their face? What if one of them became jealous? As well as these concerns she simply didn’t want another man’s cock in her, let alone have her husband watch. The issue placed a huge strain on their marriage and Richard decided that he had to let it drop and get back to their ‘normal’ sex life, for the sake of their marriage. Or maybe not.

One evening, Ellen was nestled next to Richard in bed and with adoration looked up at his tired face. Out of the blue she said, “I will, as long as it is with someone we will never see again.” Richard knew he had heard his wife clearly, yet he didn’t comprehend the words, he certainly didn’t know what to say. He felt a tear on his chest and gently lifted her chin, looking into her vacant dark brown eyes. 

“Are you sure you want to, Ellen?” he asked, suddenly scared that he had forced this. “I’m not bothered anymore, so why are you agreeing to this now?” he questioned. He rose from his slouched position and wrapped his arms around his wife. 

"I know you want to, Richard, so I'll try," she answered simply.

Ellen took a deep breath, desperate not to let him see the tears building up from within her heart. "I’m not sure if I will back out at the last minute and you will have to accept that.” There was silence. “One last thing, Richard, I don’t want you there.” No more was said. Ellen broke away from him, tears silently falling, and slept. 

He felt stunned. His desire was to be with her and another couple, he didn’t want his wife to be fucked by a man if he wasn’t there to watch and look after her. The subject was dropped and Richard didn’t mention his fantasy for some days, not to Ellen anyway. 

The following day Dan was in the swinger’s chat room and Richard told him what Ellen had said. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” he told him. 

“Let a guy fuck her,” Dan replied, captivated with the idea of being the man to seduce his friend’s wife. Richard was now excited about his wife’s liaison, but had no idea of the heartache it was causing her. 

Ellen’s thoughts since that night were transfixed on what she had promised her husband. Exactly a week after, she sat down with Richard and told him there would have to be some rules. She repeated that he could not watch and that she wouldn’t do anything in the town where someone might recognize her. She coldly continued to say that she would not go to another man’s house and would prefer a hotel room, as long as her husband stayed in the bar should she back out and need to leave. 

“You have really given this some serious thought,” Richard acknowledged. 

Ellen nodded and asked if he was disappointed that he couldn’t be in the room with her. He confessed he was but his wife then agreed to relay the details of everything that happened while she was alone. Ellen looked down at the table. The exchange of words hurt and she felt broken that he still wanted to continue with this fantasy. 

Richard felt uncomfortable too; this wasn’t how he imagined the scenario. He had visions of them arranging a night at a swinger’s bar, becoming aroused with the anticipation of meeting like-minded couples, not knowing where events might have led to, but reliving the experience for their private erotic pleasure afterwards. They both sat in silence at the dining table.

Nevertheless, Richard booked a room at a hotel in the next town for the following weekend and plans were made for Ellen’s secret encounter. He didn’t see Dan online, but he mailed him a few times so he would be the man who picked up his wife. Dan’s eventual reply confirmed everything and Richard was content with the arrangements.

Ellen spent the week feeling apprehensive and made a point of getting a Brazilian wax to ensure her usual trim pussy was completely bare, needing to look and feel different. When the evening came she took her time getting ready. She wore a fitted, deep orange, halter neck dress that clung to her curvaceous body and fell just below the knee. The open back revealed the seductive shape of her spine and shoulder blades. Dark orange sandals complemented the outfit along with marcasite and mother of pearl drop earrings and a small white gold wristwatch. Her make up was subtly applied and her lips were lightly glossed. 

Richard looked at his stunning wife as she nervously stood in front of him. She calmly removed her wedding rings and gave them to him. With an apologetic look she simply said, "I can’t let a man fuck me with my rings on." 

They arrived at the hotel early enough for dinner, which neither really had the appetite for, both deep in thought about what might happen. Richard imagined his wife being taken by another and Ellen occasionally glanced at him, blushing slightly at what she was about to do.

Finally, she left Richard at the restaurant and went to the cocktail bar. Shortly afterwards, he made his way to the lounge area, his eyes adjusted to the low light and he found a small table in the back where he could see Ellen sitting alone at the bar, pink champagne on the counter in front of her.

She had finished two drinks before she saw a man come running into the lounge. He stopped just inside the door and tried to look casual. Even though Richard had never seen a picture of Dan, he looked at his watch and was certain it was him. To Ellen he was just another man visiting a bar. The stranger looked around, saw the attractive woman and sat on a barstool next to her. He ordered his drink and started to strike up a conversation. 

Ellen noticed that he moved the stool closer and put his arm across the low back and continued talking. She was nervous at first but after another glass of champagne she began to feel receptive to the charming words of the dark haired stranger. She felt his finger glide up and down her spine, not expecting this intimacy so publicly. They sat and talked this way for another half hour before he suggested they go somewhere more private. Finishing their drinks, he stood and held out his hand to her. Ellen glanced over at Richard as she left the bar with Dan. Richard’s attention was captivated on the couple as the man led his wife towards the reception area, their figures disappearing inside the lift. 

They reached the room and after closing and locking the door, Dan guided Ellen against the wall. They kissed, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, his penis hard against her thigh. He untied the halter of her dress and the top fell to her waist, exposing her round breasts. Ellen kept her eyes fully focused on the bed in front of her, wanting to sit down, but feeling a total whore if she did. The stranger kept kissing her, slobbering his large, wet tongue around her ears, down her gracious neck, until he firmly steered her onto the bed. 

“Oh! God you’re lovely!” he exclaimed and continued to kiss her whilst mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Dan massaged the areola expertly, sucked, squeezed and pushed her breasts together; Ellen tolerated his urgent ministrations but silently winced in pain. His hand reached under her dress and suddenly Ellen stopped him, looking down at the stranger’s large hand. 

He asked, “What’s wrong?” Although remaining quiet, Ellen wanted to say, ‘I’m doing this just to fulfill my husband's fantasy but now I’m having second thoughts and can’t continue.’ 

There was an awkward silence, Ellen shook her head and they both sat on the bed facing the fire instructions secured to the back of the door. 

After a brief moment, Ellen realized what she had to do and turned and faced Dan. She moved towards him and he resumed his kissing, his wet mouth trailing over her face. Ellen screwed her eyes closed, imagining it was her husband. Taking charge, she leaned back on the bed and raised herself to allow him access to remove her dress over her shapely hips. Dan didn’t take his eyes off her as he stripped from all his clothes. In his rush, he struggled to get out of his jeans realising that he hadn’t removed his shoes. Ellen just stared at the almost clown-ike performance and couldn’t help but notice that his long, thick swinging cock was uncut and a strange pink colour. It curved and quivered, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

When he returned to the bed he slipped his hand inside her panties to feel her pussy. The tell tale sign of her wetness betrayed her as Dan removed her briefs and parted her thighs. She felt exposed lying on the bed in the bright lights of the hotel room and wanted to stop him again, but knew at this stage she had to go through with it and let him fuck her.

He sat beside her on the bed and very slowly explored her body, teasing her clit, her juices evident as he fingered her deeper and harder. One finger then another went inside Ellen’s now swollen hole, turning and pushing until he manipulated his hand deep inside her. He mistook Ellen’s squeals of shock to be those of delight and his large hand continued to twist and push. Ellen grabbed his wrist when she couldn’t tolerate it any longer and pleaded with him to fuck her. He slowly removed his soaked hand and put his fingers in his mouth to taste her, his long, pink, salivating tongue purposely licking each finger as he rose to his knees and began stroking his cock. He didn’t look at Ellen’s face but rather the smoothness of her pussy now completely moist from her juices.

With her eyes closed, he entered her and Ellen wrapped her legs around him, sensing that it wouldn’t be long before Dan climaxed. Her hands by her sides, she gripped the sheets as he slammed his cock inside, his balls hitting her arse every time. He thrust and pounded hard and when he came he pushed the head of his cock against her cervix and pumped his seed vigorously into her cunt. Ellen remained quiet. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard, Dan’s punctuated with grunts, as he rammed his balls deep.

Ellen turned her head as Dan’s sweaty body collapsed on top of her before rolling on to the mattress, leaving a trail of cum on her thigh. She instinctively and subtly wiped the thick semen away, cleansing her hand on the sheet. They lay together whilst they caught their breath and now she had fulfilled her duty she wanted him to leave. Dan must have sensed this as he made his excuses with small talk, got dressed and left. Ellen drew her knees up under the creased sheet, pulled it over her breasts and tucked it securely under her arms. She dropped her head on her knees in relief before reaching for the phone.

She called down to the bar and asked for her husband. Speaking softly, she told him to go up to the room. Richard couldn't wait to know: “Did anything happen?” 

"Yes,” she said, “I let him screw me." Ellen hung up.

Visions of his wife getting fucked had been running through Richard’s mind all night but hearing her tell him made his heart beat faster as he raced up to the room. He stood outside, suddenly reluctant and apprehensive to knock on the door. A slight tap and Ellen answered in seconds. She was wrapped in a large dark grey bath towel, her hair was disheveled and she had the glow of a woman just recently ravished. The room smelled musky of sex.

“Do you still love me, Richard?” she immediately asked. He nodded and moved to sit on the bed, the covers still in disarray and the evidence of his wife’s fucking stained on the sheet. 

He asked, "What did you do with him? How did it start? How did he take you? Tell me," he pleaded Ellen, as she stood in front of him and dropped the towel exposing her body. 

“He didn’t use a condom." She proceeded to tell him what Dan did, what his cock looked like, how it felt inside her, making sure that she gave the impression she enjoyed everything. Her husband was so totally aroused by her detail that he couldn’t speak; he just gazed at her freshly used body and took off his clothes, seduced by her words. He failed to notice that her eyes were glazed, expressionless. 
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Ellen’s breasts were marked and viciously red, her nipples erect still. Richard turned her around so her back was at the foot of the bed and kneeled in front of her. His cock was fully erect at the thought of seeing another man’s cum in her, his wife’s pussy inches from his face. He ran his finger from her soaked hole down the inside of her thigh, following the line of Dan’s cum that had started to seep out of her. He returned his finger to her cunt and pushed it inside her. Tasting his fingers he asked, “Will you show me?” 

Ellen lay back and shuffled up a little on the bed. She opened her legs; her bare pussy was gaping wide, swollen and Dan’s semen clearly visible. 

Richard’s thoughts were nothing more than to lick her slippery cum-filled cunt, still hot from the friction of Dan’s cock, still pulsating from his orgasm. He could taste his sweat and as Ellen once again clenched the sheets, he devoured her with his tongue and brought her to the climax that she never reached with the man from the bar. While she was still in the prime of her orgasm Richard raised himself on top of her and slipped his hardness into her dripping hole. 

She was so incredibly wet, so perfectly lubricated, that he slipped in with no effort at all. His cock disappeared, penetrating his beautiful wife as he began pushing his shaft slowly and deeply into her swollen pussy. The foreign cum that filled her cunt oozed out and dripped on the bed. 

His cock started to twitch in erotic ecstasy as Ellen’s gentle voice simply said, "Fuck me, please. Fuck me now." He looked into her face, and saw a cool expression, controlled, saying exactly what Richard wanted to hear. She moaned gently as he began to move faster and harder, knowing that she had been engaged in the act of love with another man - another set of hands on her breasts, another set of lips teasing her pussy, another cock inside her. As he neared orgasm, his wife pleaded, “Make me yours again!" It tipped Richard over the edge, as he added his own cum to what Dan had spurted in his wife's vagina. 

For the second time that evening Ellen felt a man collapse on top of her, completely sated from the use of her body. This time it was her husband that rolled off, but this time she was held tight and she returned the embrace, wanting to eradicate the memory of the first.

They returned home and Ellen and Richard never spoke about that night again. Two days later Richard went online and opened an email:

“Hi there, sorry I couldn’t make it; I got called out of town on business and just got back. I hope we can set a date with Ellen for another weekend instead. Regards, Dan.”