Written by Slut Wife Batty

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Jul 16, 2015


My husband Charles affectionately calls me his slut wife since, with rare exception, all he has to do is give me his 'I want to do naughty things with your body' look and I begin to get horny and wet for him. It's not that he is that handsome or especially sexy looking, but has everything to do with our sexual 'chemistry' as a couple. Having had boy friends since age 12 and sex since age 16, my experience level was fairly high when I met Charles in our first lecture at uni. He saw me when I walked in, changed seats to sit next to me, and earnestly chatted me up. I soon noticed we had that indefinable connection and readily accepted when he suggested a pub after class. We spent the rest of the day and most of that evening together. When he finally walked me back to my shared flat late that evening, our prolonged kisses at the door left me with weak knees and damp knickers.

We were together again the whole next day after our morning lectures and most of the evening. When he finally brought me back to the flat, we said a quick 'hi' to my flat mate Sheila, retreated into my bedroom, and fucked ourselves silly until morning. That's when I found out that, even though Charles has only a bit larger than average sized equipment, his fit mine ideally and he could make me come quickly in all of our favorite positions - and we tried them all that night. I also found out I'm very vocal with him, squealing out my many climaxes with lusty abandon. Shela also found that out as our bedrooms have a common wall and she jealously told me the next day she couldn't sleep hearing us go at it and repeatedly masturbated to our climaxes most of that night. I teasingly asked if she wanted to try out Charles and she said she would kill for a man who could give her that many orgasms in a single night.

With my flat mate's permission, Charles soon moved into my bedroom and we three settled down to a very happy existence with Sheila and Charles becoming close like brother and sister. We all laughed at Sheila's jealous 'masturbation' remarks each morning after listening to us during the night, with her threatening to kidnap Charles and enslave him in her bedroom. There was a bit of truth to those remarks since, despite Charles' efforts to hook her up with his friends and Sheila's own attempts, she was relatively unsuccessful in finding a guy for more than the occasional single night one off.

After about six months, Charles and I knew we were right as a couple on many levels in addition to sex, and we became engaged. A few months later, after a particularly dry spell and with some embarrassment, Sheila came to me with a very personal request. She told me Charles and I were more of a brother and sister to her than her actual siblings, trusted us implicitly with her emotions, and asked if I would loan Charles to her during times when she couldn't stand any longer her involuntarily celibacy. She expected me to be shocked and outraged, and was extremely surprised when I smiled and told her I was wondering when she would finally succumb to the unique opportunity our three-some living arrangements provided. Being confident that she was no threat to our commitment to each other, I approached Charles with the idea. I was a bit surprised when he was shocked and put up all kinds of objections.

When he finally calmed down, I simply asked him if she was in any way sexually attractive to him. After a long and sheepish pause, he admitted he had given it some thought, but would be with her that way only if I was completely comfortable with the idea. I assured him I was and laid down the ground rules, the main ones being it was to be only on an occasional basis when Sheila asked my permission, they were to leave her bedroom door open so I could watch as the thought of seeing my lover with another woman was highly erotic to me, and it was to be only for the first part of the night so Charles could service me afterward in our bed. Everyone agreed and the first time was to be that night.

Sheila was so in need of being laid and Charles was so taken up with the thought of having a new woman in bed that the few hours after dinner was like a French bedroom farce. It was great fun to watch the two of them fighting their highly charged emotions and 'dance around each other' in our small flat that, by about nine o'clock, I finally said to them, "I'll put both of you out of your misery - go to bed and enjoy yourselves!" With great relief, Sheila silently thanked me and rushed into the loo to freshen up. Charles took that opportunity to ask me yet again if I really wanted him to be with her. I told him the thought of watching him with another woman made me wet and horny and, if it got to be too much for me, I might join them in her bed and have him fuck me. He looked a bit shocked and I realized that, at this stage of our relationship, I was definitely the more sexually adventuresome.

He joined Sheila in her bedroom, turning out the lights but leaving the door open, which allowed in enough light from the lounge lamps for me to see them kissing and undressing each other from where I sat on the sofa. Just seeing that made me more wet and horny, so I got my thin night gown and quickly changed into it, making it easier for me to slowly masturbate as I watched them.

When finally naked, Sheila sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Charles close to her, and proceeded to suck his cock and massage his balls. When highly aroused, he can't take much of that and, sure enough, he soon pulled away from her, pushed her upper body back onto the bed, and knelt on the floor between her legs. Knowing what he was going to do next, I positioned a small chair in the doorway to the bedroom so I could have a better view. By the time I changed location, he was doing to her something he does to me that I especially like. He has a prominent nose and was rotating his head so his nose was caressing her slit with his tongue following to lick her and suck her clit on his head's upward rotation. Her lewd moans told me she liked it as much as me.

After a short while, he concentrated on sucking her clit while fingering her pussy, and soon brought her off to her first climax. She wrapped her thighs tightly on each side of his head as she came with cries of completion, her hips shuddering with her passion. He continued licking her as she worked through her orgasm. As I watched, I slowly fingered myself, working up my own passion.

When she was finished, he stood up between her legs and leaned over her upper body, pushing his cock into her pussy with slow steady strokes until he was fully up her. She moaned as she quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him, and proceeded to kiss him passionately as he established a steady rhythm of thrusting his cock up her pussy. By this time, I had three fingers buried in my own pussy and was timing my fingering so I would come when they did. Charles was so turned on by having a new woman, he was proceeding quickly to a climax, and so was Sheila, as evidenced by her increasingly incoherent moans and groans, and the energetic movement of her hips under him.

I was also close to coming when I noticed his transition to the short strokes that indicated he would come very shortly. I could tell Sheila was also very close. Within seconds, he went into overdrive as he pounded his cock into her hard and fast. It was enough to send them both over the edge. She cried out her climax and he bellowed out his, as I grunted out my own orgasm with them, my fingers a blur of movement in my pussy. As they worked out their mutual orgasms, I came down from mine and slumped back in my chair, legs spread, nightgown rucked up around my waist, and my hand still slowly fingering my sopping wet pussy.

As they enjoyed their post-coital bliss entwined in each others arms, and kissing and hugging, I realized the sight of them fucking had really turned me on and I needed to come again. As they murmured sweet nothings to each other, I quickly brought myself off again, making enough nose to attract their attention, and they both watched as my hips quivered and trembled in climax and heard my moans of satisfaction. When I was finished, Charles asked if I wanted to join them, but I replied that I wanted to watch them some more, so they proceeded to fuck one another to an almost mutual come with her on top. I fingered myself to another come watching her enthusiastically fuck him, her hips rapidly rotating against him as she sat on top of the thrusting cock I knew so well.

By this time, I was a bit 'fucked out' and left them to it, telling Charles he could have another hour with Sheila, but then to return to our bed and fuck me. I soon fell asleep, but awoke to Charles' fingers in my pussy as he maneuvering me onto my hands and knees. He then fucked me rather violently from the rear, pounding hard and deep without much regard for my pleasure. He was so turned on by his just completed bouts with Sheila, it was all for him, which I didn't mind since I knew I would come after he went into the short strokes - and I did to our mutual satisfaction, loving the feeling of him spunk in me.

As we cuddled and kissed afterward, I asked him how it felt to fuck Sheila. He just moaned with satisfaction and said, "I don't understand why her one off guys don't want repeat performances. She's a great fuck." I thought for a few moments, then answered, "She's not in love with them and they are relative strangers to her, so I think she's basically not that comfortable in bed with them and it probably shows in her response to their love making. You, on the other hand, are familiar to her, like a brother, so she's very relaxed with you and can let herself go, trusting you to be good to her. Also, she's probably a bit in love with you - but don't let that go to your head." And, the next day, when I talked with her about it, she pretty much said the same thing to me, including her admission that she was a bit in love with Charles.

Our three-some 'arrangement' continued for another year or so. I would sometimes join them so Charles could fuck both his women in the same bed, which was highly erotic for all three of us. By then, Sheila had met her future husband and transferred to him her feelings of love for Charles and moved in with him. Our experience with our next flat mate is another story for another time.


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