The Other Men In My Life Ch. 01

"No." He said. "I want you to wank my cock slowly and tell me a story."

"What story?" I asked puzzled, before quickly realising.

"Tell me about the time you lost your virginity. I want to know how it happened." He said.

I giggled and took his throbbing cock in my hand. I stroked him gently as he settled back and closed his eyes. Luckily for him my first time was a pleasurable time. So I told him the truth and nothing but the truth.

After blowing his load all over my hand and the bed we showered, got dressed and headed for breakfast. Today was Saturday and we had a lot to do before tonight's Dirty Dancing show at the West End.

I had booked to have my hair and nails done in the afternoon so we spent the morning shopping for clothes and in particularly a new outfit that I could wear to the show. I had brought something nice just in case, but this was London so I wanted something special and brand new. I enjoyed trying on different outfits for my husband as he got turned on watching me parade in front of him and the male assistant.

"Shame he was gay." He joked, as I shook my head at him and chuckled.

Eventually we picked a nice dark red strapless dress that hugged my figure beautifully. I felt like a film star in it as its expensive fabric showed off my pert rear and breasts. Without a bra, I loved the classy and not slutty way the dress pushed my bust securely up and outwards, giving an inviting view of my cleavage, which many men in the theatre that night took full advantage of.

The show was fantastic. I loved every minute of it and despite not being a huge fan of the film, Rhys enjoyed it to. It was only ten-thirty when we left the show so we headed into a bar for a few drinks.

Once we got back to the hotel lobby we decided to take advantage of the late night bar as I had a light buzz in my head that wanted more alcohol. I felt good, like being on holiday.

Whilst sipping back more wine we struck up a conversation with a salesman who happened to sell wine. He was a nice and very funny man with his cockney accent. He was much older than us at fifty-nine, but that didn't stop him making us laugh with his jokes and crazy stories about the East End, where he was born and raised. You would have thought he was about to turn thirty not sixty the way he was going on.

After an hour or so, and a few more glasses of red wine, the bar closed and he asked us if we fancied sampling some of the his wine up on his balcony.

"A few sample bottles here and there don't hurt anyone." He joked.

I was unsure as we had to check out by eleven the following morning, but since we were having such a good time with him I allowed Rhys to twist my arm.

His room was very similar to ours but he had a balcony. At an extra cost of a hundred pounds a night the hotel could keep it I thought, although it did look lovely overlooking the city.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" I asked our host.

"Knock yourself out gorgeous," he replied, "just use the balcony."

Stepping out onto the balcony I realised for the first time just how drunk I was as the cool summer breeze hit me in the face. Lighting my cigarette I gazed out at the bright lights of London and smiled. It had been a lovely weekend and all thoughts of mine and Rhys' problems couldn't be further away as he joined me on the balcony with two glasses of red wine.

The sales guy, who I'm ashamed to say I can't remember his name, did explain about the wines and their origins but I didn't really pay attention. I couldn't think straight after a few more glasses.

I mainly stayed out on the balcony with the breeze, smoking cigarettes and sipping my wine while Rhys and the sales guy walked back and forth talking about their work, football and drink.

I wasn't sobering up, but as I wasn't really drinking anymore either I felt I wasn't getting worse. My husband on the other hand was becoming very drunk, but as he was really enjoying the company of the sales guy I said nothing.

Unsure if it was just my imagination, due to the amount of wine pumping round my blood stream, I felt I was being constantly watched by our host. He was always polite and friendly and the looks he gave me in the bar were no different than any other girl gets from a guy. But here in his room his eyes appeared to linger longer than normal as he spoke to my husband. When he came near me he spoke to my cleavage or legs rather than my face, something I hate in a man.

Maybe he was drunk? Maybe I was too drunk? Maybe it was time for bed?

"Oh come on, Sophie, we got plenty of time." Rhys moaned when I asked if we could leave.

"Yeah, come on, Sophie," the sales guy chipped in, "you need another drink, darling. You stop drinking you fall asleep." He went on.

As the sales guy poured me a large glass of Rose and handed it to me my husband became obnoxious.

"The last time my wife had Rose she gave me a blowjob at her friends party." He sniggered.

He clearly didn't notice my piercing gaze as he went on.

"Remember, honey, it was New Years Eve and you let me cum on you're ..."

"Ok, Rhys!" The sales guy jumped in. "I can't let you embarrass your beautiful wife." He then leaned closer and whispered so only I could hear. "However tempting it is."

I smiled meekly and sipped my wine as I sat on the side of the bed facing the open balcony door. Rhys apologised blaming the wine before he walked over to the balcony door, shut it and then sat in the big chair in the corner of the room.

Saying nothing the sales guy sat next to me on the bed and complimented me on my dress. Being taller, I noticed his eyes gazing straight into my cleavage as I turned to thank him.

"You're very welcome, gorgeous." He said, taking a gulp of his wine without removing his eyes from my chest. "Your wife is very beautiful, Rhys."

"Amen to that." He replied, raising his glass as if to toast me.

Rhys didn't seem to notice the sales guy as he continued with his overly polite but respectful compliments. I wasn't quite sure what shocked me more when the guy casually lifted the pendant on my necklace with his fingers, my husband for simply watching him as he continued his conversation about our weekend, or the sales guy for touching it?

Seeing the look of shock on my face the sales guy smirked and asked me about the pendant. I explained briefly its family history and he seemed genuinely interested as he listened with his eyes looking into mine. I had always felt proud about the pendants history, and if I'm honest I felt a little turned on by his reaction. I couldn't explain it; it was just that for the first time he took interest in me as a person.

He continued complimenting me as his fingers let go of my necklace, and then he traced the tips of his fingers across my collar bone and down my arm.

I looked at my husband for help, a response to what this man was doing, but he sat watching as he slouched in the chair. His eyes appeared half open before I turned back to the sales guy and looked with pleading eyes for him to stop.

He began to tell me how beautiful I was, that he wished he had married someone as pretty and sexy as me when he was younger. I wanted to tell him to stop touching me but I couldn't find the words as he was being so nice and tentative.

I blamed the drink and my husband for my remaining still and silent as he moved his hand round to my back and began tracing the tips of his fingers very slowly up my spine. It tickled and sent sparks of electricity throughout my body, and I closed my eyes briefly before opening them again to look at my husband. His position hadn't changed and my silent cry for help was ignored again, but I knew he was watching, he wasn't feigning sleep.

By now the fingertips of his left hand had reached the top of my dress, below my shoulder blades. He delicately took the small zip between his fat fingers and held it for a moment. I looked up at him and he smiled before leaning down, and he gently kissed the top of my shoulder and arm.

It suddenly felt very seductive as I looked once again at my husband for help. He was now sat up with a drink in one hand and the other rubbing his crotch. He must have noticed that my face was not a happy one. Inside my head I was screaming for help, for this man to stop, for my husband to stop this madness. But my body was betraying me, this man was waking my senses, and then I felt it.

Slowly, very, very slowly I felt the zip being pulled down my back. His kisses remained gentle and sensitive but as the zip inched down, so his kisses worked their way up my arm, onto my shoulder and then up to my neck. I looked at my husband, still searching for a way out of this, and then I felt the tightness of the dress around my body begin to ease as the zip was being pulled down. I could feel his fingers as the zip finally reached my lower back. I looked down at my chest and saw that the dark red fabric now sat loosely on top of my breasts. One sudden movement, one quick jolt and I would bare my breasts.

I waited anxiously with my eyes now closed, waiting for the next move, hoping he would stop and I would suddenly wake from this erotic nightmare. That my husband would come to his senses and drag me out of here.

Then I felt his free hand touch my face and my eyes opened as he turned my head towards his and he kissed me on the lips. I could taste the wine on his breath and it tasted nice as my lips parted and allowed his tongue into my mouth. For a moment all thoughts of my husband evaporated as we sat there for a short while kissing. His tongue was soft and gentle at first, but then it became more passionate and I knew the gusset of my panties was getting wet.

I sat there, arms at my sides, submissively kissing a man I didn't even know. I was turned on but nervous, and then thoughts of my husband watching us returned and I quickly pulled away. I looked at Rhys who now had his pants undone with a hand inside rubbing himself. I can't describe how I felt at that moment; I wanted to cry as my body pulled me in two different directions.

Suddenly it all seemed too late as I felt my dress fall from my body stopping at my waist. Gasps from the sales guy and my husband filled the room instantly. I looked again at my husband and watched as he took out his rock hard cock and started stroking it, as if not acknowledging me as his wife. I felt a tear run down my cheek.

"It's ok, Sophie, I won't hurt you." The sales guy whispered as he kissed my neck and wiped away the tear.

"Please ... I can't do this ... I don't want to do this ... I'm married" I started to say, finally finding the courage to speak, but not quite enough to walk out.

He must have sensed my emotions I thought, but then he cupped one of my breasts and gently started caressing it before moving onto the other one. Still kissing my neck he worked his way up to my cheek all the while caressing and massaging my breasts.

This time I turned my head without his help and welcomed him into my mouth. I tried to block out the morality of what was happening to me and concentrated on how much I was enjoying the kiss. He was a great kisser, better than my husband, softer, gentler and very sensual.

His gentle touch was short lived though, as a few moments of kissing passionately had turned his caresses into forceful gropes, taking one breast and then the other into his sweaty palms as his kisses slowly turned to pants for breath.

He guided me backwards gently until I was lying flat on my back on the bed; his hands never left my sensitive and swollen breasts.

"God, you're beautiful." He said raggedly.

His panting turned to grunts of excitement as he drew one hand away and slid it straight down and under into the crumpled mess that was my dress around my waist. He fumbled under the dress before finding the thin elastic band of my matching red panties. And when he found it he forced his tongue deep into my mouth like some crazed maniac.

Knowing where his hand was about to go I felt a sudden wave of excitement wash over me, and then he slid his hand inside my panties, cupped my pussy and started massaging. He teased me for a few moments before he finally slid a finger, quickly followed by another two, into my body. He finger fucked me slow and deep, as far as his fingers could reach.

His probing fingers forced me to breathe heavily and I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I bucked my hips slowly, matching the gentle rhythm of his fingers as my need grew closer and closer. He took me right to the brink of orgasm before suddenly pulling his hand and then head away from me. I looked up at him desperately, my eyes pleading for him to carry on and make me come.

He stared at me like some sort of possessed animal and smiled. I could see how much he wanted me and I think I returned the same look, wanting him to fuck me there and then on his hotel bed in front of my husband.

I remained silently still, but for my exposed breasts rising and falling as I panted for breath. He stood up and I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Our eyes never left each other's as I continued to watch him undress.

He wasn't a handsome man with his balding head and fat beer belly, or in his case wine belly. He had that constant red, blood vessel popped, face look a person gets when they drink too much alcohol in their lives. He wasn't particularly hairy, thank god, but the lack of it didn't improve him either. He was average height I'd say, slightly shorter than my husband but much fatter and unhealthy looking. But however he looked, I found myself drunk and extremely turned on. I would deal with the reasons why when I had a clear head.

Out the corner of my eye I noticed my husband was now sat up in the chair, trousers around his ankles still stroking his cock slowly, as if saving his load until the end. He could have cum already for all I knew.

My thoughts of my husband were quickly quashed as this, near sixty year old naked sales guy grabbed my dress and yanked it down my legs. His tugs were so urgent and forceful that I thought he would damage the expensive material, as he also pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. We both giggled childishly before he finally pulled it off, leaving me in just my soaking wet red lace panties and red heels.

With my dress gone I could see his cock properly for the first time. I had no idea if it was big as I hadn't felt it when we were kissing. My husband is an average six inches with a nice girth and the sales guy looked not much bigger, maybe an inch but no more than that. His cock was also shaped like a banana, curving upwards.

I gasped when I saw it and tried to hide my excitement as I looked and appreciated his odd shaped cock. I had seen sex toys shaped like that for a ladies g-spot, but I had never seen or heard of someone having a cock like it in real life.

"Sit up and come here, Sophie." He said firmly.

I did as he asked and more. I took his cock firmly in my tiny hand and instantly noticed that it was longer and fatter than my husband's. Smiling at the shape again I stroked it.

"Fuck, yeah." He gasped, lifting onto his tippy toes and then back down again.

I watched my red polished nails as my hand worked his cock back and forth; I loved the way my hand curved up and down his cock as I stroked him. Not being too tall the sales guy reached down and cupped my breasts before rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. I felt my pussy start to pulsate as more juice seeped into my panties. I was so turned on I stood up and removed my panties with one hand, whilst still stroking his cock. As I bent down to pull my panties over my knees and shoes he jerked forwards poking me in the face with his cock. I looked at him and smiled but he continued jabbing at me to open my mouth.

After removing my panties I sat back down on the edge of the bed, ignoring my husband's movements in the corner of the room and started to rub slowly and hard at my clit. I opened my legs wide and the sales guy commented on my shaven cunt. I felt incredibly hot and dirty when he called it that and I began to rub vigorously.

"Come on, Sophie, suck my cock." He hissed, still jabbing his cock towards my face.

"No, I ... I wont ... do that." I moaned keeping him at bay as I concentrated on my impending orgasm.

As I hadn't planned anything I decided at this point I would bring us both off. Once we had both climaxed we would suddenly see sense and perhaps feel ashamed and go our separate ways. Despite enjoying everything he had done to me I never had any intentions of letting him fuck me or use my mouth. The man was bald, fat, and old enough to be both my father and grandfather.

"What are you doing?" He said in frustration, "Put it in your fucking mouth I want to feel those lips around my cock."

"Oh fuck yeah!" I moaned at his words.

"You like that bitch?" He went on. "You like having a dirty old man telling you to suck his cock while you rub your cunt, your dirty stinking cunt!"

"Ohhhhhh fucking hell ... ohhh gods help me!" I screamed as my orgasm gripped me tighter than anything I had ever experienced previously whilst masturbating.

I then let go of his cock and fell back onto the bed, my body was tingling and burning as if it were on fire. With my eyes closed and my body trembling I suddenly felt someone between my legs spreading them wide apart. I opened my eyes to find the sales guy, my mind had gone blank, and he was there on his knees licking my pussy. I was so wet I could hear the slurping sounds as he lapped up the juices from my orgasm. It felt amazing.

My body arched and I grabbed a pillow to cover my face as his tongue probed inside the folds of my hole, licking and teasing my lips. He obviously knew what he was doing I thought, as he stayed away from my overly sensitive clit. One touch of that now and he would ruin it all. I always found the sensation after orgasm unbearable.

My eyes were rolling around my head so fast I had to close them and try to calm myself down. I couldn't keep still but the sales guy had a tight grip on my hips, legs over his shoulders with the heels of my shoes digging into his back. He wasn't letting me go anywhere. My skin was still hot and tingly and I felt sweaty all over.

Once my orgasm had subsided I could concentrate on the red hot tongue that was probing my pussy. I forgot where I was again as he slid his fingers straight inside me and started fucking me harder than before. In and out, in and out he went never slowing down as he matched the speed with his tongue.

Then it returned. The burning hot fever deep inside me suddenly coursed through my body without warning. There was no slow build up. As he ploughed and lapped at my pussy with his fingers, I suddenly shuddered into another explosive orgasm, practically trapping his fingers inside me. My pussy pulsated violently, clamping hard around his fat digits as my hot sticky juice squirted onto his tongue and bed sheets.

Once my body relaxed the waves of pleasure drifted away. I had never felt so light and relaxed before. My body sank into the large mattress and I removed the pillow from my face to allow for some much needed air. I exhaled a loud gasp of satisfaction up at the ceiling, closed my eyes and I was gone.

I had forgotten where I was and who I was with for a few moments until suddenly, I felt my legs being raised and pulled forwards. Perhaps I was dreaming. I hoped. Perhaps it was my husband? But then he was on top of me. He was heavy and fat and the thought was a sobering one.

"No, what are you doing." I shrieked, opening my eyes.

Distracted by movement in the corner of the room I turned to see my husband stumbling to his feet. The sales guy now had my backside on the edge of the bed with his hands firmly on my hips keeping me in place and my legs spread wide over his arms. I saw that my husband was still stroking his cock as he moved to the end of the bed and stood to watch us.