Adventures in Rosieland - Epilogue

My name is Rosie, and I have a confession to make;

The Stories my husband Steve has wrote are, for the most part, true. I'm sure he has told his side of the story faithfully, although he is not as innocent in all this as he makes out; some parts have been glossed over. My parts have been written from what I have told him. I had encouraged him to put our story to paper but never imagined he'd put it on the internet for all to see.

This is my side:

It's true that Steve had never cheated on me; within our marriage at least. I am the second Mrs G. Steve met his first wife at college and stayed with her for 3 years. They got pregnant, married and subsequently lost the child. She blamed him; he blamed her drinking and smoking whilst pregnant; she blamed her drinking on him. It was a vicious circle. He moved out because he just couldn't take it anymore and his confidence was knocked for six.

He met me three months after they'd separated; I was well aware that I'd be the rebound girl; the one to pick him up, dust him off and release him back into the wild. I didn't expect to fall for him so hard. When we met it was like we'd known each other for years. We got married a year later.

Things were hard for Steve those first few months we were together; his ex-wife wouldn't let go. She would be ringing and texting that she wanted him back. He'd try to ignore it, but one day she got through to him, saying she was going to take an overdose. He rushed round to her place and talked her down but her only plan was to seduce him and win him back.

If he'd used his common sense, I'm sure he would have seen it for what it was, but men are powerless when a woman is flaunting her sexuality at them.

He wasn't going to tell me, but you know when it's not your shade of lipstick on your fiancé's cock. Call me foolish, but I forgave him. He felt so guilty about it; I believe he still does. I know what sort of a woman she is, and it's the sort of woman I've been called many times since these tales were told.

After that incident we filed for a restraining order. She is no longer allowed to be within 200 feet of him or contact him in any way. The last I'd heard of her, she'd moved in with another man and gone further north.

A few months after we were married, Steve bought me a vibrator to spice things up in the bedroom. Things were already pretty spicy up there, but he can be persuasive, especially when you're bound to a bed with his work ties and screaming for him to stop because you're on your fifth orgasm and about to pass out.

Soon after that, he came home with a smaller vibe. I didn't know about it until I was on my knees and he was pushing it into my anus. I remember screaming for him to take it out but he switched it on and I came almost instantly.

I was then that he started fantasising about me being fucked by another man. It started innocently enough; talking about it whilst shagging, the vibe up my arse while he's telling me there are two men fucking me. Asking me which celebrity I'd fuck while he's tied and bound in the wardrobe, forced to watch while his wife is pleasured. The last one disturbed me slightly, but I let it pass.

He has said before, that he can only get turned on if he hears me cumming. That is partly true; it's the best way to turn him on. It's not just my moans that do it though. Thankfully we live in a detached house; I can be quite loud. We are not as loud as our neighbours however; in summer they don't bother to close their windows when their need arises; I'm surprised the whole street doesn't hear them with all her wailing. I've caught Steve with his cock in his hands during the loudest of their sessions on several occasions.

On to the Christmas party.

Steve had told me about the party about a month in advance, and that we were staying at his mate John's place. I knew they'd met at several office functions before, but Steve had never taken me with him. Fully expecting a weirdo, I checked John's Facebook profile. I was pleasantly surprised to see a man who looked very similar to Steve, he was very handsome.

I sent him a text two weeks before the do, "Hi John, It's Rosie, Steve's wife, are you sure you're OK with us staying?"

Five minutes later, "Sure!" he texted back, "I'd love to meet this knockout wife he keeps harping on about!! X."

"I'll bet he does!" I thought.

We travelled up on the day of the party, John kissed my hand when we met, then pulled me in and kissed my cheek. He told us to dump our bag in his room and he'd take the single in the spare bedroom, he was quite insistent about this. While Steve took our bag up, John took a step back and looked me up and down, I noticed he had a hardon; he noticed me looking too and smiled at me, not a creepy smile, more an embarrassed smile. Steve came down the stairs and we chatted while we waited for the taxi.

John was sat at another table during the dinner and Steve kept whispering in my ear; asking me if I'd like John to fuck me. He said that John's wife was at her Christmas party, probably on her back right now, writhing around as the directors took turns licking her pussy. I'd been drinking champagne; I was feeling very tipsy, and now I was horny.

John came to sit with us. He kept stealing glances at my tits, I jiggled them a few times for him and, when the disco started and I got up to dance, he couldn't take his eyes off them. When Steve sat down, John and I danced closer, so close I could feel his middle leg, hard against me. I reached down for a cheeky feel; it was bigger than Steve's and my pussy felt moist. A song neither of us liked so we went back to the table.

Noticing Steve was gone, I looked around and saw him chatting to an older gentleman, John nudged me and put his hand on my leg, leaning in to talk, he said that the guy Steve was talking to was a right old windbag, he'd be stuck talking for ages. With that, he kissed my cheek and slid his hand up my skirt. I was about to protest until his finger rubbed my labia slowly from bottom to top and I just needed that cock inside me.

"Ladies!" I whispered. "Two minutes!"

The party was at a golf club, the ladies changing rooms were empty and the lockers arranged to afford privacy to members.

I chose the furthest set. John entered two minutes to the second later, saw me in the shadows and walked to me confidently. He embraced and kissed me, his hands squeezing my bum as he picked me up and laid me on a bench. He pulled off my panties and started to lick my pussy, tongue flicking my clitoris as his fingers massaged my cunt. I came hard, shouting at him to fuck me. When his cock entered me I thought I was going to explode, he pumped into me like he'd not been laid for months.

He shouted that he was going to cum so I sat up and took him in my mouth as he released his load,groaning as it filled my mouth and I gulped it down.

Back in the room, we made it back to our table, John leaned in again, hand squeezing my thigh, "We've got to do that again!" he implored,

"Later." I said, "Be outside the room tonight when I fuck Steve. He probably won't be up for it, he's terrible with booze in him, but I know he's fantasised about me fucking someone else. Listen outside the door and time it right, walk in, say you've forgotten your toothbrush or something and he might suggest you fuck me while he watches. That way it's his idea!"

John did remember the toothbrush bit the next day though, that was an unexpected surprise. So was Beatrice!

Steve hasn't told you that John is impotent, probably because he didn't know; it's not the sort of thing that men brag about. John told me though, probably because I'd asked if they had any children, more probably it's because he was drunk.

The parentage of Beatrice isn't in question; I think Steve just added that for a little spark of intrigue.

Now for John & Sheila:

Steve told a little white lie! There were times when we visited John & Sheila with Beatrice that I'd find myself alone with John, enjoying a delicious quickie. These were few and far between though; you couldn't call it a serious affair, and I told Steve every last detail when we got home. Sex on those nights was spectacular. Sheila knew about us; they were in to the swinging lifestyle and had a very open marriage.

I'd noticed that Sheila fancied my husband, she told me as much on one or two occasions, the problem was that Steve only saw Sheila as a friend and his buddy's wife. Sheila and I planned every last detail of Steve's seduction. I told her that I'd distract John, although I'm not sure she knew how many times I'd distracted him already; and she'd come on to Steve.

I'd make it so he wouldn't really have a choice in the matter and I'd be enjoying her husband's wondrous cock with her consent. Everyone's a winner! Sheila Especially.

Sheila had always wanted a child but she knew John couldn't give her any. They'd tried everything, and nearly bankrupted

themselves in the process. Fostering wasn't an option; they'd tried but had been rejected; the reasons were unknown to them. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.

Watching Sheila fuck her husband in the morning really turned me on. I hadn't seen a woman in the throes of ecstasy, apart from myself in the mirror, which doesn't really count. Sheila had told me that she'd experimented with women before, she even thought she could have been a lesbian in her mid-teen years except, when she got older; she loved the feel of a man's hard cock between her legs. John loves it hard and fast, which is nice for a quickie. Steve is a very considerate lover; he makes sure I've cum before he does.

Those of a sensitive disposition will probably want to look away now. Back away from the web browser, it's time for Bobby and Georgie.

Steve just didn't seem to be interested in sex and I was getting frustrated. He was working late and too tired to do anything when he came home; he'd just sit in front of the telly and doze off. My toys satisfied me, but there was something missing. I needed a connection that just wasn't there with a lump of plastic and rubber. Stories and porn were no refuge either. I was at my wits end!

The names have been changed to protect the guilty, but I'd seen "Bobby" around the supermarket on a few occasions. He worked there and I'd noticed the size of his cock as he put stock on the high shelves, I wanted it. I was going to get it. I'd worn short skirts and bent over near him, pretending to pick up things, just to see his bulge get bigger as he watched.

He already had a girlfriend, who also worked there, but that didn't stop him looking.

Steve was working late one day when I decided to visit the store, Bobby was working; his girlfriend wasn't. I bent over to pick up a bag of rice, Bobby was watching, I wasn't wearing panties. He stood there, mouth open, I put the rice back down and reached under my skirt to feel my moist pussy lips, he nearly passed out! I put it down to the amount of blood rushing from his brain to his oversized penis. I asked if he wanted a taste,

I licked my finger, he looked around and back at me. "Meet me in the car park in five minutes. I've parked near the bushes around the side of the store, I'll flash my lights when I see you" I told him, almost ordered him actually, I was so horny and neither Steve nor John had fucked me in weeks, I needed this.

Eight minutes passed and I thought he'd chickened out, but I saw him walking around the corner. I flashed my lights and he practically ran to the car.

We got in the back, my hands frantically unbuttoning his pants as we kissed, he opened my blouse and sucked my nipples, feeling my wet pussy and sliding his fingers inside me. I took hold of his gargantuan penis and stroked it to its full length. His fingers worked me up into a frenzy and my pussy was soaking. I was just wet enough for him to enter me without it hurting too much, but it still hurt like crazy until I'd got used to it.

I fucked him hard in the back of my car; it felt so good to be filled so completely. When he came in me I could feel his cock throbbing,

like it was trying to open me up wider and rip me open.

The second time we met was in an afternoon of the fourth week; I was horny, I decided to take him home. Steve was at work so I thought the coast was clear. I really didn't know he was in the house then until I saw the video, weeks later. I could tell that Steve was struggling with something; his demeanour had changed, but he wouldn't, or couldn't tell me what was wrong.

When he bought me that dildo, I though then that he knew about Bobby, that he'd seen us together somehow.

I decided to cool it off with Bobby and changed supermarkets, but I bumped into him and his girlfriend in my new store.

The daft lump even invited me to his house. Looking at him again, I wanted to experience that cock, just once more.

When I came home that day, there was Steve on that bloody laptop, his headphones on, probably listening to music as he worked, so I snuck up behind him and saw Bobby; nuts deep; in me.

When I came to, Steve explained what he'd seen, how he'd felt, what he'd done. My heart literally stopped, I hadn't thought how it would affect him, how it could affect us, how stupid I'd been.

I needed to make it up to him somehow, and get Bobby out of my system, so we devised our little plan for an evening's debauchery.

It worked too well. It was only to be for one last night, but Bobby's girlfriend thought she might have been pregnant and turned to me. She couldn't tell Bobby that Steve was probably the father as Bobby hadn't cum up her for months, it hurt too much. I told her she'd have to tell Steve, he'd know what to do.

Steve told me what he was going to do, and where he was going to do it, but not that he was going to fuck her in there. I don't think he knew himself. I thought I'd turn up there for moral (ahem!) support, just in case he had knocked her up, and she walks out looking freshly fucked.

It did make us even. Sort of.

Bobby and his girlfriend split up shortly after. She said it was nothing to do with us. She loved Bobby, but it still hurt when they had sex and they argued more often nowadays. Bobby moved out of their flat and she moved back in with her parents because she couldn't afford the rent. Steve consoled her. We've not heard from her since though.

Looking back on things, as a couple, we're stronger than ever now. My craving for massive cocks stopped with Bobby. We still have fun with John and Sheila from time to time, when they're not at their clubs. Sheila loves pussy more than John, it seems. She certainly knows how to get me going ;-)

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