Life with Tamsin

I knelt behind her head kissing Gan as he fucked and wanking my own cock. She started to wail as her orgasm struck.

"Keep going, keep going! Oh for fuck's sake keep going," she wailed at Gan.

As she hit here peak his thrusts became much harder and he eventually fired his load of fertile cum into my Tamsin and I shot mine straight over her face and chest.

The sweaty climbdown afterwards saw us all spread out on the bed, allowing the cool air conditioning to do it's work. There was no embarrassment as I thought their might be and, in fact, Gan stayed the night and in the morning we had another shorter session with him fucking Tamsin as I fucked him.

The next day, after he had gone, we had a post mortem as we ate in the afternoon and neither of us felt any guilt. In fact Tamsin said she was hornier than ever though she wouldn't want to be doing it all the time. I could physically have done it again the next night as I was as horny as a teenager but my mental state worried that if we did it too much the novelty and excitement would go.

Surprisingly we didn't do it again on the holiday. We talked about it and even went into a bar but no one ticked the boxes and there was little point in just doing it because we could. Of course, once we returned home we were both annoyed we hadn't done it again while we could as trying to do anything back home led us back into the "what happens if anyone find out" scenario.

We had been home over three months and had expired all the dirty scenario stories in our fantasy sex sessions.

"It would be fun to do something like that again Ollie," she said one night. "I get wet thinking about what we could do."

I had to admit my brain had created some fantasy scenarios too. I had enjoyed seeing the woman I loved being a slut and I had no idea why since if she came home one night and told me she had been with someone I would have gone ballistic. Being there somehow made it ok.

It was purely by chance that I bumped into Phil around a week later. I hadn't seen him for two or three years as he had been abroad. I was with some guys from work and he was chatting to a guy at the bar. If anything he was better looking that he had been. The rugby weight had come off him and he was much leaner. Our eyes met at the same time and he strode across the bar, his face beaming!

"Ollie how are you? Still with the gorgeous Tammi?"

"Yes, we're still together," I answered.

"Lucky bastard! She always was a stunner but you got your leg over before I did!"

"Well she always did kind of fancy you Phil but I'm glad you were slow off the mark," I said.

"Don't suppose she's going off you a bit yet?" he said slightly tongue in cheek.

I didn't answer and Phil joined the company, the early evening drink stretching into a full evening session. Thankfully Tamsin was also out with friends so I was in no rush to leave.

As the evening progressed I started to fantasise again and my cock firmed up thinking of Phil fucking Tasmin right in front of me. I visualised his cock pumping into her while I held the hard meat, her juices running down the skin of his weapon as he fucked her violently.

"So has she ever mentioned me Ollie? Ollie are you listening to a word I'm saying?"

"Oh sorry Phil, I said, "I was miles away there."

"Does Tamsin ever mention me?" he repeated.

"Yes, from time to time. She really had the hots for you and I have no doubt you would have easily bedded her if you had stopped talking about rugby," I said.

"Even now I get a stiffy thinking about her," he said. "Hope I'm not offending you!"

"Eh no, no offence at all," I replied.

"I never did settle down as I have never found the one. I play the field as a single man and that does give me a lot of fun though," he said.

My mind was racing, trying to create a situation where he could "seduce" Tamsin but while I could be there.

Eventually I invited him for supper the following Saturday and suggested he stay the night and we could have a drinking session for old time's sake.

"Tamsin will love to see you again."

He said, "And I can see what I've missed all these years!

In my mind I was saying, "And might not be missing it for much longer!"

"I'll tell her to dress a sexily as possible to make you jealous," I said, smiling.

"You bastard," said Phil, "But I'm happy to go along with that!"

"Maybe you should do the same to let her see what she has missed," I said.

"You ARE a masochist aren't you?"

That wasn't the word I would have used to discuss the way I was feeling. My heart was thumping with excitement and the thought of all those years of fantasy perhaps coming to fruition.

Tamsin was delighted when I said I had met Phil and even more delighted when I told her he was coming over and staying the night. She looked at me and smirked,

"Are you up to something Oliver?" she asked.

"Just maybe," I replied. "Make sure you look sexy just in case. Would go for the borderline slut-look."

On the Saturday, when Phil turned up he looked very sexy, even though I say so myself. Stylish designer jeans with a promising bulge, slim fit short sleeve shirt and a cheeky boyish grin as he kissed Tamsin on the cheek.

"You look absolutely stunning," he said, "Much better than I remember. You ever think about me?" he asked.

"Of course I do, you conceited little twat, I think of you all the time," she said with a smile that suggested she was taking the piss but I had a feeling she meant it!

Tamsin was in a short skirt and tight t-shirt top. When she sat down you felt you could almost see her panties, That was deliberate!

We had some food and beers then moved on to wine. The conversation was based on catching up and I wondered if we had strayed too far from the evening's objective since he hadn't made a single further comment since the initial arrival chat. After around two hours, Tamsin had to pop next door to feed the neighbour's cat as they were away from the weekend so Phil and I popped another couple of beers when she went.

As soon as she left, he spoke.

"Are you up to something Ollie?" he said.

"What do you mean?" I answered with an innocent face.

"The pair of you are acting like a couple of old swingers on a night out," he said. "She's dressed like a sexy hooker and you keep looking at my front. You haven't gone all cuckoldy on me have you?"

"What the fuck is "cuckoldy?" I asked.

"When a guy wants his girl fucked while he sits and quietly watches. I've done it, you know!"

"Christ no," I said. "There's no way I want to sit quietly while another man fucks my woman, I want to join in!"

Phil smiled and said, "Always thought you were a bit poofy!"

I blushed but said nothing. I heard Tamsin come back in. She looked at us both sitting on opposite sides of the couch.

"Ok, what is it?" she said.

"Phil wants to fuck you," I replied.

"Great, I thought we would never get around to it," she said.

I loved it when she was slutty!

She quietly winked at me and then stood up. I could see her nipples through the pale cream top she had on. She had taken her bra off.

"Come on through and see our bedroom Phil. Oliver can wait a few minutes to let us warm up!"

I was a bit stunned that she was going to drag her old admirer into our bedroom and exclude me but somewhere deep inside it turned me on so I said nothing as Tamsin took his hand and they disappeared down the hall. I sat, an erection pushing against the inside of my jeans and then I decided to quietly tiptoe down the hall. As I did so, I could hear Tamsin's breathing as Phil was obviously kissing her. Quiet slurping and heavy breathing could be heard as I gently eased my cock out and stroked it, listening from the hallway.

The light was on in the bedroom but not the hall so I edged closer to watch. His hand was up her short skirt and it was obvious he was stroking her cunt through her pants. Tamsin was gasping as his lips crushed down on hers. Phil stood up and unclipped his jeans, sliding them down his strong legs, his tight hipsters well wrapped around his firm arse. He slid them off as Tamsin did the same with her panties. He was facing her, back to me.

She gasped, "It that all you?"

"You'd better believe it honey," he said.

I had never seen Phil naked so I had no idea what his equipment looked like, nor had the size of it ever been a factor in our fantasising. I assumed he would be much like me but her comments had me doubting it. Still with his back to me, Tamsin sat forward on the bed and pulled his hipsters part down, revealing the top of his bottom as she took his cock in her mouth.

"Christ it's so big," she said.

I had never wanted to see something more in my life. Part of me wanted to get in there and join it and part wanted to wait until they actually started to have sex. I decided just to hold on a little longer. She slid his pants fully down and he stepped out of them. His lightly hairy arse was on full show and I could just see his balls hanging between his legs. Tamsin was slurping his noisily. He lifted her up under the arms and pulled off her top to expose her nudity and at that point he turned sideways and his magnificent cock stood straight out. I gasped! I assumed it must be about 9 or 10 inches long but is was thick with a furl of foreskin around the head. Tamsin went back to sucking and I could hold on no longer.

I walked into the room, cock in hand.

"Hi Ollie, you're just in time to watch your wife get royally fucked," he said.

I assume he had twigged I was getting turned on in this slightly passive role and he was playing it out for me. I was happy to go along.

"Do what you need to do," I said.

I stripped naked and stood in front of my mate naked for the first time. I walked over to stand beside them both and gently took Tamsin's breasts in my hands. Phil was on his knees, his mouth licking her cunt as I kissed her lips. She was softly panting and he eased his finger into her.

"Oh Ollie this is so good," she gasped.

I felt Phil's hands on my balls. He cupped them, still fingering Tamsin with his other hand, and then took my cock in his hand gently stroking it up and down. The sensation was electric, partly due to the fact I hadn't expected it. I looked down and he smiled back as his mouth wrapped itself around my cock head.

"Oh fuck, that's incredible!" I said.

He only spent a couple on minutes on me before returning his attention to Tamsin, laying her on the bed and going back to having his twosome. He caressed her, kissed her, gently stroked her tits, fingered her and lay with her as she cooed quietly. I climbed on to the bed and Tamsin took my cock in her mouth. I was excited, of course, but so much more excited watching her having her wicked way with an old flame. I could happily have sat on a chair, watching and wanking but didn't want to look too wet!

Phil put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down on to Tamsin as he sat back.

"I want to see you fuck her," he said. "I want to watch your cock enter her and fuck her hard and when you've finished, I'll fuck her while you watch."

The dirty talk got me going and I climbed on to Tamsin, lifting her legs up in the air and easily guided my cock into her wet, slippery vagina. She groaned as I started to gently fuck her. As I did so, I was aware of Phil's hand on my buttocks pushing and encouraging me from behind. I was now in my stride but then I felt his finger easing into my hole. I stopped but he kept pushing down on my shoulder.

"Keep going, you'll love this," he said.

I did and Phil's lubricated finger returned to force it's way inside my bottom as I fucked. There was a slightly numb sensation at my cock head as I fucked and he became quite forceful, the more I hammered into Tamsin. I was sweating and close to cumming so I slowed and pulled out.

Phil offered my his cock.

"Make it wet for me," he said.

I looked at him as though to say, "You must be joking?"

"Make it fucking wet," he commanded and thrust this massive weapon at my face. I looked at Tamsin and she nodded so I gingerly placed my lips over the head as Phil gripped my skull and forced his cock into my mouth. I gagged but he kept going.

"Suck me you cunt," he said. "Take my fucking big cock in your mouth you pussy. You loved my finger in your arse and if you don't do this right you're going to get done straight after your wife. Would you like that?"

When I didn't answer, he repeated the question but, to be honest I had no idea if I would like it or not.

Tamsin was lying on her back witnessing my humiliation when Phil climbed on to her, ripped open a condom and with a struggle, pulled it over his very rigid weapon. He made Tamsin kneel doggie-fashion and climbed behind her slowly entering her as she drew breath as the thick brute went into her.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she replied.

"Well let's do the main course, " he said.

His cock was rammed into her, as she gave a little yelp, and then he really started to hammer her. She whimpered, groaned and sounded like a starving animal as his big cock filled her cunt. I scooted down so I could actually watch his entry and was fascinated watching his cock slide in and out, the skin wet with her juices. I put my hand there and gripped his cock, feeling the veins stand out as he pummelled her. This went on for fully ten minutes and Tamsin almost reached orgasm twice. Each time she sounded as though she was building, he slowed or stopped.

"Come here and kneel down, he asked me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm going to do you and then finish off inside her. I want to fuck you both."

"I don't think I could........." I started to say.

"I have a feeling this might not be the first cock you've had inside you so shut up and kneel."

I realised he had guessed or been told my little childhood secret so I climbed on the bed and knelt on the bed my arse in the air alongside Tamsin. He pulled out of her and added more lubricant to me and his cock before starting his assault on me. In fairness he was surprisingly gentle and the initial inch or so slid in without discomfort. I assumed his earlier fingering had helped. The next inch caused me to gasp so he stopped and then pushed again.

"I really don't think I'm going to manage this," I said again.

He pushed quite firmly and his cock slid more. As I tried to pull off he held my shoulders and started to fuck.

"I won't manage any more,"I squealed.

"There is no more," he said, "Your have nine and a half inches of cock in you."

The thought excited me and I realised far from my erection dropping, I was as hard as nails. He really started to fuck me, gripping my hips and hammering my arse. Tamsin watched over her shoulder and declared her jealousy that I was getting fucked harder than she had been.

Phil pulled out after about 5 minutes and without any break plunged straight into Tamsin's cunt, hammering her harder than he had me. I rolled over and went behind him. I lubed my finger and stuck it into him as "punishment" but was surprised to find he loved it. He fucked her for a full 5 or 6 minutes before groaning and pumping his cum into her. I managed to grip his cock and felt the cum pumping up it into my wife.

When he slumped off her, I climbed straight on top and slid easily inside her. I knew just how to make her cum and fucked her open slippery hole, making sure to reach her little love button. Tamsin started panting and howled in her inimitable way as she climbed to her peak and my cum fired straight inside her.

Sweaty, hot and panting we all collapsed on the bed.

"Did that live up to expectations," he said.

"You had better fucking believe it," I answered.

"Well if your little tartlet want more of the same or more of something more, I can be of service!"

We mumbled unconvincingly as the slight after-sex embarrassment took hold. We had coffee, talked about anything but sex and went to bed. There was no repeat in the morning and after breakfast we said our goodbyes with the obvious promise to hook up again.

"Well Tamsin, we've done it and got the t-shirt so that should get all that sluttiness out of our lives once and for all," I said after he left.

She looked at me, smiled slightly sheepishly and said, "I wonder what his mates are like?"