Written by Slut Wife Betty

Fact
Oct 13, 2015


Sheila transferred the flat lease to us when she moved out to live with her future husband (see Slut Wife Betty published here on 16 July). Charles and I wanted another woman as a flat mate but, since it was already a few weeks into the Fall term, we were having trouble finding anyone. Finally, after a month or so, a 'drop dead gorgeous' guy in his mid-20s applied and, with no other prospects, we relented. Mark was a research assistant in chemistry working on his advanced degree and brought home for sleepovers a steady stream undergraduate women he met on campus. It was revealing to overhear the vast differences in sexual techniques and verbalizations amongst the women he was fucking in the room adjoining ours. Many were the nights we wound up being turned on and fucking each other to the sounds of sexual delight from the next room.

We rarely saw Mark during the day and during evenings he was generally out with his current female undergraduate until he brought her back and quickly slipped into his bedroom for their sleepover. That was usually the signal for Charles and I to get it on for the night to the erotic sounds coming through the thin wall separating our bedrooms. It was almost like living in a bordello.

I am only ordinary looking with a pleasing but undistinguished figure, although Charles finds me wildly sexy and attractive, Mark was invariably polite to me but paid almost no attention to me as a woman. This was disconcerting when I compared myself to the generally gorgeous undergraduates he was shagging. I must admit that the thought of slipping into Mark's bed and fucking him silly crossed my mind on a regular basis.

One day I unexpectedly returned to our flat in early afternoon and, upon entering, noticed a woman's coat, scarf, and handbag draped across the arm of the sofa. Being familiar with female fashion, I noticed they were not those of an undergraduate but of a much older woman. The door to Mark's bedroom was closed, so I took the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity and looked in the handbag at her identification. She was in her early 40s and evidently the wife of one of the lecturers or professors.

I quickly returned her handbag to its original state, crept to Mark's bedroom door and, as I put my ear to it, could hear the unmistakable sounds of a woman in the early stages of being seduced. I quietly went into our bedroom, closed the door, and lay down on our bed next to the common wall between our bedrooms. Mark's guest was quite verbal and I easily followed their progress. I soon had my skirt rucked up around my waist, my hand in my knickers, and alternated between massaging my clit and fingering my pussy as I rose up the slope of passion toward a climax in time with Mark's guest. When she finally came with loud cries of passion accompanied by Mark's grunts of ejaculation, I reached my own orgasm, stuffing the corner of the extra pillow in my mouth to muffle my own sounds of climax.

After a short respite, they proceeded to have a second bout, to which I again fingered myself to a climax along with them. As they soon started a third bout of passion, I took the opportunity to slip out of the flat and waited in the pub across the street. I was curious to see what she looked like. After another half hour or so, a tall distinguished woman with a fine figure and beautiful face emerged, then hurried off. She looked like the 'trophy wife' of a department head. I quickly returned to the flat and heard Mark in the shower. I waited on the sofa and, when he came out of the shower with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist and saw me, I caught him off balance by saying, "She's a fine looking woman and sounded like a great shag - I wonder whose wife she is."

He about dropped his teeth with surprise and stammered, "What are you talking about?" I replied, "The professor's wife you were just shagging. I saw her from the pub across the street when she left." He sat down in the chair opposite me and looked at me thought fully then, after a long pause, said, "What do you want?" I told him I was a bit put out that in the several months he lived with us, he never even looked at me like a woman, let alone came on to me. He protested that he did that out of respect for me and Charles. I agreed that was noble but, as a woman, felt slighted that he didn't show any interest in me.

By now, finally understanding where this was going, he asked, "What about Charles?" I smiled as I answered, "Oh, I'll tell him about it afterward, but he won't be upset." Upon hearing this, Mark stood up and quietly said, "Take your clothes off." I stood facing him and slowly did as he asked. When down to my bra and knickers, he unwrapped the towel from his waist and let me see his substantial cock, which was slowly rising on its own. He moved into me pulling me into a tight embrace with his arms around my back, and kissed me deeply with his tongue plundering my mouth. I eagerly returned his kiss and ground my hips into his now erect cock.

Breaking our kiss and embrace, he took my hand and led me into his bedroom, but left the door open. Standing before him, I asked why, and he said, "If Charles won't mind me shagging you, then he might appreciate watching if he returns while I'm in you." He then removed my bra and devoured them with his mouth as he roughly caressed them with his hands. He soon had my slit wet and my pussy on fire from the bolts of passion shooting down from my breasts. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my slit beneath the thin cloth of my knickers, bringing with it jolts of electricity. My groin was mashing into his rummaging hand and my mouth was emitting a steady stream of moans of passion. I finally couldn't stand it and I loudly said, "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

He quickly pulled my knickers down and off, then pushed me onto his bed. I lay on my back with legs wide open and raised as he quickly settled between them and pushed his cock a couple of inches into me. Holding his upper body over mine on outstretched arms, he watched my face as he slowly pushed his cock up me a few inches more. I felt stretched as he was a bit wider than Charles and moaned as he pushed further up me. I let out a deep moan of satisfaction when the end of his cock reached my cervix. He asked if I was alright and I told him I liked the feeling of being a bit stretched and totally filled. He gave me a wicked smile, then dropped his torso down on my chest, put his hands under my shoulders, and proceeded to fuck me with quick hard strokes. He was deliberately being rough with me and I loved it, pushing my groin up to meet his down strokes. We rapidly fucked to our first climax with me screaming out mine and him bellowing out his almost simultaneously.

As we came down from our heights of passion, we devoured each other's mouth with our lips and tongues. I loved being fucked by him and he proceeded to take me again and quickly brought me to a second climax. Surprised that I came again so quickly, he asked if this was normal for me. I gleefully told him that he had a highly orgasmic woman under him who loved to fuck and came easily. He smiled widely and fucked me to another quick climax, this time with me screaming out my orgasm as I rammed my quivering hips so violently upward I almost unseated him. We rested for a short while, then I got on top and fucked him, ending with a violent rolling of my groin against his pubic bone, then collapsing forward onto his chest after coming with shouts of passion. We ended with him fucking me from the rear as I knelt on the bed on my hands and knees. He pounded into me and came a final time with his rock hard cock ramming into me hard. I hadn't ever been so violently fucked and when he asked if I was alright with it, I told him I liked and wanted him again that way on another day.

Charles had not returned yet, so we got dressed and sat in the lounge talking. I had put my knickers on without cleaning up and, as I sat there, could feel his cum leaking out onto the crotch band and thought Charles was going to love it when he later pulled my knickers down and found another man's cum on it, up my pussy, and smeared all over my groin.

I asked Mark several questions about him shagging the professor's wife. He said, as a research assistant, he was invited to a lot of the faculty parties in his department and some of the older wives came onto him. It was somewhat dangerous but most of the husbands looked the other way, mainly because they had things going with students, and any public disclosures could jeopardize a lot of jobs. This one was his second and was a 'referral' from his first one as the wives shared their lovers amongst themselves, and he was sure he would have more 'referrals' in the future. It was interesting look into the morals of uni life on the other side of the podium.

Mark soon left for his late afternoon undergraduate date and Charles arrived soon afterward. I beckoned to him from the sofa in my special way and we were soon into a major hot snog with me on my back lengthwise on the sofa with Charles slowly undressing me. When he got me down to bra and knickers, we moved to our bedroom and I had him undress before having him resuming undressing me. I stood while he uncovered my breasts and did his usual fabulous job with his lips on my nipples while he fingered my slit through the thin material of my knickers.

He then knelt down on the floor in front of me and nuzzled my groin with his nose. He soon looked up at me with a widening grin and said, "What have we here. Do you have a surprise present for me?" He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my knickers and moved them down my legs and off. Placing his face hard against my pussy, he inhaled deeply, then slipped his fingers inside and rummaged around, feeling Mark's cum. Quickly standing up, he kissed me deeply, then said, "You'll have to tell me who it is later - now I just need to fuck you."

Almost throwing me onto the bed, he got between my legs and had his cock up me in a thrice. He fucked me hard and fast to my first climax, then a bit slower and more considerate to my second orgasm, coming in me with his usual grunts and shouts as he spewed his cum against my cervix. When we lay with arms and legs entangled in our post-orgasmic glow, I told him all about Mark and me. This got him rock hard again, and he quickly fucked me to a final climax, with him shooting some more cum in me as he bellowed out another one of his own.

Finally satiated, we talked some more about Mark and me, and Mark's faculty wife, with Charles saying he would love to have her after her next time with Mark. We then lay there plotting how we could maneuver Mark and her into a foursome with us. In the meantime, we got Mark that evening to join us for a threesome, at the end of which we broached the idea of the foursome with the faculty wife. Mark wickedly asked which faculty wife, but that's a story for another time.


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