Clea Sighted
written by:
mcerotic

This is a sequel of sorts to "Unzipped" and "Unzipped again." I say a sequel of sorts because it is a completely different type of story. The two earlier ones were mostly dialog with some sex at the end when the girl gave in to the seduction. This is completely different, mostly sex with only a bit of dialog. Enjoy anyway. The story is self-contained and so it doesn't matter much if you have read the earlier two.

I can't believe what I did last night. I went and met my friend Gigi and Peter and I fully intended just to have a drink and a kiss. Well, okay, a bit more than a kiss, but not much more. And somehow all three of us ended up in Peter's bed and we never even had that drink.

We woke early, just when it started to get light. Peter's cock was rock hard and so, of course, it didn't take long before Gigi and I were taking it in turns to have him inside us. Then we got up and showered and Peter took us to a nearby diner where we had coffee and some breakfast before we all went off to our respective workplaces.

That evening was when everything came crashing down around me. I got home to find my husband Tim was already back from his business trip. His original schedule had him coming home late that evening having had an early dinner with a client in southern California. I could sense immediately that something wasn't quite right.

"Where were you last night?" Tim asked.

"Here," I said indignantly.

"No you weren't. I packed in a hurry last night and left some clothes I decided not to take on the bed. They are still there exactly where I left them."

"OK. I got a little drunk. I was with Gigi and it got really late and so it was just easier to stay over."

"But Gigi and Josh live over by the marina," Tim said. "My meeting in L.A. got canceled so I got an early flight back. I was in a taxi coming back into the city when I saw you and Gigi down in SOMA. And there was a guy too. You'd better tell me the whole story. Because by the way you two were behaving, laughing and kidding and couldn't keep your hands off him, I won't believe you and Gigi didn't have sex with him last night."

So I was caught. The very first time I'd ever so much as kissed another man and within 24 hours my husband pretty much knows. Of course I immediately burst into tears. A mixture of embarrassment, shame, disappointment in my own behavior and, worst, the fact that I knew I had to admit everything to my husband and beg his forgiveness.

So between sobs I told him the story. Meeting Peter at lunch with Gigi, going for drinks with them, knowing that Peter was going to shamelessly hit on me and secretly enjoying the attention, kissing in the park, going to his place last night fully intending to be a good girl. And then being bad, as bad as it gets. What was I thinking?

I wanted Tim to put his arms around me and tell me everything was all right, but he just sat there poker-faced. Was he going to want a divorce? Would our relationship recover? What could I do to make amends? At the very least I owed him a fling with another woman but I didn't know if he even wanted one.

"I talked to Josh," he said. "So I expect Gigi is having a similarly difficult conversation."

"Oh no! She'll be in tears too. I'm so sorry. It was so thoughtless, a spur of the moment thing. What do you want to do?"

"Do you want to stay married?"

"Of course. More than anything. I love you. I can't believe I let my...my body make me so stupid."

"So neither Josh nor I want to get divorced either. But first you need to be punished. And then you need to earn back our trust."

"Punished? What sort of punishment?"

"So here's what Josh and I decided would be your punishment. You either take it or you can walk out the front-door and not come back."

"I'll take it. Whatever it is. I don't want to lose you."

"First, you will both be caned for your terrible behavior. If you behave like naughty schoolgirls you will be treated like naughty schoolgirls."

"OK. But be gentle."

"No, I will not be gentle at all. It will really hurt. I will take out how angry I feel on your defenseless ass. Just as Josh will on Gigi's. Next, you and Gigi will put on a show for us."

"What sort of show?"

"A sex show of course. You'll undress each other, and finger and lick each other, and make each other cum. Josh and I will watch."

"But I'm not a lesbian."

"You had a threesome last night. I can't believe you girls didn't touch each other all night. All girls seem to be somewhat into other girls."

That was certainly true. I couldn't believe it when Gigi started to lick me, not to mention how good and how natural it felt. And although I didn't lick her, I did finger her clit while Peter was fucking her.

"And the third part of your punishment is that tomorrow night you will go and be Josh's sex-slave and Gigi will come here an be mine for a whole day."

"What do you mean sex-slave?"

"You will do whatever he wants. If he wants to fuck you up the ass, you roll onto your front. If he wants you to show a stranger your pussy, you pull down your panties. If he wants you to go to the door and pay the pizza guy in a see-through negligee, you do it."

"And Gigi? What will she have to do?"

"I haven't decided yet. Of course I'm going to fuck her. And make her suck me. And Josh says she's never had anal sex so I think that would be special. I don't think I'll let her wear anything except when we are out. It looks like she has a pretty good body under her clothes, I'll want to see it as much as possible."

So that was my punishment. First a painful caning. I knew I'd be in tears almost immediately. Then putting on a show with Gigi. Having played with her body a bit the night before that shouldn't be too bad, but really embarrassing doing it with my husband watching, not to mention Josh, Gigi's husband. I don't even know him that well. He's certainly never seen me naked or even in a swimsuit. And then a day with him. At least he has a good body but it is still hard to imaging fucking my best friend's husband. Girls just don't do that. Well, I suppose married women aren't meant to fuck other men, period, so it is certainly just deserts.

"Tonight," Tim said, "you can sleep in the spare bedroom. Reflect on how bad and unfaithful you have been. I'm not going to fuck you until I've fucked your friend and got some of it out of my system. Tomorrow evening, Friday, Gigi and Josh will come over here. You'll get caned. Then put on our little girl-on-girl show. And then Josh will take you home until the following night leaving Gigi here."

That night was terrible. I lay in our spare bed, occasionally tearing up. I could hardly sleep but I had to go to work tomorrow and then...the weekend of punishment.

When I came home from work, Tim was not yet home. But lying on the dining table was a cushion from the sofa. On it lay a long bamboo cane, maybe half an inch thick. It looked terrifying.

I went upstairs and packed a few clothes into a bag, since I would be leaving and going to Josh and Gigi's house later.

Tim arrived home at almost the same time as Gigi and Josh came to the door. At least we didn't have to have another horrible conversation. I hoped that if we got this weekend over with then things would return somewhat to normal. Normal conversation, share the bed, have sex again.

Tim opened a bottle of wine and poured each of us a glass. We stood there in the living room talking about the weather and sipping wine, as if this was a social engagement before we all went out to dinner together or something. But underneath everything was the ominous knowledge that this was the weekend when Gigi and I would have to make amends for our bad behavior.

Josh tossed a coin and apparently this meant that Gigi would get caned first. I wasn't sure which would be better. Going first and getting it over with, or going second and having a few more minutes of respite. But also having to watch Gigi's punishment, so not under any illusions by the time it was my turn.

"Take down your pants and panties," Josh said to his wife. Gigi looked at him, her eyes begging for a last reprieve that didn't come. Slowly she unbuttoned her pants, undid the zip and pushed them down far enough to uncover her bottom. "And your panties," Josh said. I knew how self-conscious she must feel pushing her panties down with my husband watching.

Josh took one of the dining chairs and put it in the center of the room. "Hold onto the chair, rest your head on the cushion, and bend over."

It was an obscene position. She was fully clothed above the waist, and her pants still covered her legs. It was impossible not to stare at her pale bottom. Impossible not to look at her pussy, framed between her thighs. I didn't need to see Tim to know he was inspecting the pink gash of Gigi's pussy lips. A small shiver went through my body when I suddenly realized that my husband's cock would be pushing into that pussy later that night.

Josh picked up the cane off the cushion. He took an experimental stroke. The whoosh of the cane through the air was chilling, knowing that first Gigi's bottom and then mine would be at the receiving end.

He held the cane so it just touched Gigi's bottom. Her bottom looked so white and defenseless, all the more so since her legs and back were tanned making the contrast to her white cheeks more extreme. Soft, pale, smooth, feminine cheeks about to be abused.

Josh raised the cane high and brought it down hard. It swooshed through the air and made a horrible crack when it contacted Gigi's exposed ass-cheeks. There was a brief pause and then Gigi cried in pain. A few seconds later a red welt appeared across her ass. Josh stood there letting the pain build up and subside a bit drawing out the punishment. Gigi started to sob. I felt sorry for her, but for me the worst thing was that I knew it would be me next.

After what must have been about half a minute, Josh took aim again. Part of me didn't want to watch but another part of me couldn't tear my eyes away. Another loud swoosh, another crack, another squeal of pain, another red welt. By the time of the last stroke, the tenth, Gigi's ass was a pale canvas with a grid of red wheals. She was sobbing continuously.

"OK. You can stand up," Josh said. Gigi stood. There were tears running down her face. She started to pull up her panties. "No, take them off completely," Josh ordered. Gigi pushed them down along with her pants and stepped out of them naked from the waist down. I could see my husband inspecting her slit, a long deep groove at the base of her belly with a small strip of sparse blonde pubic hair, and the pink tongue of her inner labia just visible peeking out.

Josh passed the cane to Tim. "Your turn," he said to me. I slowly undid the button on my jeans and pushed them down along with my panties. They fell around my ankles and I pushed them off. I went and took hold of the chair and bent right over. I felt very vulnerable like that. Firstly, my naked ass was stuck in the air as a target for the fearsome cane. And secondly I could sense Josh's eyes looking at my pussy for the first time. Then a random thought came as to why I should care. This weekend he would not just be looking at it, he would be fingering it, licking it, fucking it. Surprisingly, I felt a little flutter of arousal in my pussy at the thought.

I felt the cane against my ass as Tim took aim. The cane went away. Then the whoosh and the crack. I heard the cane on my ass before I felt it. For a split second there was no pain at all. And then it felt like a red hot iron bar had been pushed onto my ass. Searing pain shot through my cheeks. I heard myself scream out with surprise as much as pain. The burning got more intense by the second. I felt tears well up. I couldn't remember experiencing anything so excruciating in my life. Gradually the intense burning diffused to a painful throbbing.

Then the whoosh of the cane again. My whole body tensed up in anticipation of the agony I was about to experience. Crack, the cane slashed across my ass again, higher this time. The same tiny moment of respite before the cane scorched a line of intense pain across my cheeks, my cheeks that had never ever been caned before. He waited longer this time. The intensity faded to a throbbing and the throbbing to a dull ache across my whole ass. I just wanted to get it over with, not have to experience each stroke as an individual punishment.

Just as the pain became bearable, I felt the cane pressed against my ass again. He was aiming lower, close to my pussy. I squeezed my legs together automatically to protect it. I heard the cane and gritted my teeth. It was impossible to feel anything except my ass, burning as if it was on fire. The cane hit and another burning branch was thrown onto the blaze. I heard myself cry out. Tears were flowing continuously now, I couldn't control myself. The new stroke flared and then merged into the general throbbing across my whole ass.

I couldn't imagine how I would be able to withstand ten strokes. But the strokes seemed to merge into each other in an endless haze of searing pain. Having seen Gigi's ass, I knew what mine must look like, a grid of red wheals, each a trace of one stroke of my punishment, a red reminder of my infidelity.

I had lost count of the strokes when Tim suddenly said, "OK, you can stand up." I reached back and gently ran my fingertips over my ass. I could feel the marks of the cane, each a little raised from what was normally the smooth silky skin of my ass. I took a tissue and wiped the tears off my face.

The two men sat at the dining table drinking wine. Gigi and I stood, of course. There was no way either of us was going to be sitting down for a while. Both of our asses glowed like red beacons. I took a large gulp of my wine. A little alcohol might take the edge off my aching ass.

Tim got up and left the room and returned with a duvet that he spread out on the floor. The stage for our show, I presumed.

Without being asked, I decided it was time to start. I moved in front of Gigi and started to unbutton her shirt. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was odd since I'd never kissed a woman like that before. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I reached around behind her and unclipped her bra and took it off. Now she was completely naked.

She reached out and pulled my T-shirt off over my head as I lifted my arms. Depending on what I'm wearing I don't always wear a bra but today, with just a thin T-shirt I did. I felt her fingers fumble with the claps and then it released and I shook my bra off down my arms.

I took Gigi's hand and the two of us lay down on the duvet. We wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our naked breasts together as we kissed, more passionately now. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. It felt different from kissing a man, softer and gentler and more feminine. Not all that surprising I suppose. She moved onto her back. I continued to kiss her but also let a hand slide down from her shoulder and cupped one of her breasts. I felt her nipple go hard against the palm of my hand. I was surprised how aroused this was making me. I did my best to forget the two men watching us and focused on giving Gigi the best sexual experience that I could. I had no idea if she'd ever been with a woman before but she seemed to be going along with everything I did.

I moved down her body, planting kisses down her neck, across the top of her breast until I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I gently held it between my teeth as I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned quietly, whether acting or genuine I couldn't really tell. I kissed my way further down her body, across the bottom part of her breast and across her belly, I tickled her navel with my tongue and then went lower still, through the small patch of blonde curls to the most intimate corner of her body.

Gigi spread her legs for me. I'd never seen a pussy like that at point-blank range. Even in the locker room at the gym you may see naked women but you don't get to see their pussies. I inspected her as if it was a biology lesson. Her pussy looked different from mine. She had much smaller inner labia whereas mine are big and puffy. I put my fingers on her outer lips and gently moved them apart. Her whole pussy opened up like an exotic pink sea-anemone. I could see her opening, the entrance to her sex. And the little pink bud where her labia came back together that I presumed must be her clit. It is a lot harder to find your way around another woman's pussy purely visually. The only pussy I'm used to is my own and I find my way around that by feel, plus, of course, it is out of sight around the curve of my own body in any case.

I lowered my head and gently pushed my tongue into the pink cave of her cunt. She tasted clean and sexy. "Oh yes," she moaned as I circled my tongue in the entrance to her body, gradually pushing my tongue into her as deep as I could. I ran the tip of my tongue the length of her pussy, not quite reaching her clit. I did that a few times and then I paused. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved the tip of my tongue onto her clit. It felt surprisingly hard, like a tiny ball-bearing. Her body shuddered at the first touch and she let out a long sigh of pleasure.

When I masturbate I like to circle a fingertip around my clit, nudging it but not touching it too directly or it gets uncomfortable. So I started to do that to Gigi's clit with my tongue. From the sounds she was making I was doing something right. I could sense her arousal building up as my tongue worked its magic. I put a fingertip in the entrance to her vagina and gently pushed inside. It felt very different from my own, mostly because I'm more aware of it from the vagina side than the finger side when I probe myself. As I continued to circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, I began to slowly finger-fuck her, sliding my finger back and forth inside the warm, tight wetness of her sex.

Gigi was moaning loudly now. Some of it might have been acting but there was no doubt that she was totally aroused too. I'd seen her orgasm before and I knew she was close.

I lifted my head for a moment. "Cum for me Gigi," I said quietly.

"Oh god yes," she sighed. "Don't stop. I'm nearly there."

I bent back down and licked her clit a bit harder. At the same time I continued to fuck her with my finger, not breaking the rhythm at all. Her body suddenly went taut and she let out a sort of growl like a rabid animal. Her orgasm exploded. I could feel her pussy contracting around my finger as the waves of her climax flooded her body. I very lightly and gently licked her clit, knowing how sensitive it probably had become, as the waves became ripples and finally died away.

Gigi lay there for a bit, her body limp and exhausted. Finally she opened her eyes. "Your turn," she said quietly.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. From where the two men were sitting nothing was hidden. Gigi moved and started to kiss one of my little breasts, kissing in circles and gradually approaching my nipple. I could feel my nipples were rock hard and very sensitive. Finally she was kissing my nipple, taking it between her lips. The tip of her tongue circled the hard point sending spasms of pleasure sparking through my body. I could feel my cunt all wet and excited and expectant.

Gigi moved away from my breast and moved so that she was lying between my outspread thighs. I could feel her breath on my pussy. I felt her fingers on my lips, opening me up, freeing my clit from its hiding place. I looked down. It was odd to see my friend, a woman, between my legs where I was used to only seeing my husband. Her tongue was softly licking my inner lips. I could feel my juices running down from my pussy down between my cheeks. I was dripping with excitement.

I looked over at the two men watching us. But instead of feeling self-conscious, it felt incredibly sexy. We were putting on show, letting them live a fantasy that most men only could dream of. I knew they were both rock hard. My husband's cock that I knew so well, and Josh's cock that I had never seen but would soon enough be inside me.

Suddenly I had an idea. "Get your cocks out," I said firmly.

I think it was just the catalyst they needed. They had wanted to touch their cocks for ages. Both men unzipped their pants and started to stroke themselves. Josh's cock looked big, bigger than my husband, bigger than I was used to. I felt a quiver in my pussy at the thought that it would soon be in there.

Gigi started to attack my clit more firmly. I heard myself starting to moan involuntarily. I half closed my eyes, but I could still just see the two men stroking their cocks as Gigi drove my body towards completion.

"Oh yes, keep going, just like that," I moaned although Gigi didn't seem to need any encouragement. "Yes, I'm going to...I am...oh god," I squealed as I felt my orgasm burst from my clit, flood my pussy, and send tingling feelings everywhere from my toes to my scalp. "Oh don't stop," I moaned as the tremors of my climax radiated through my whole body. I felt Gigi push a finger into my cunt to milk the last few drops of pleasure from my quivering pussy.

Almost at the same time Gigi and I had the same idea. We crawled across the floor and knelt in front of the two men. Neither of has had said anything, we had not made any kind of pact, but we both chose the other's husband.

I bent down and took Josh's huge cock into my mouth. Definitely bigger than I was used to. Although Peter's thick cock had been good practice. I didn't expect him to last long. We'd put on a pretty good show. I started to swirl my tongue around the fat pink mushroom of his cockhead. He started to moan little nothings of encouragement. I started to take him deeper into my mouth. With one hand I started to gently stroke his shaft, the other I pushed into his pants and caressed his balls.

I glanced to one side. Gigi was bobbing her head up and down on Tim's cock. He lay back with his eyes closed, clearly in ecstasy.

I sensed that Josh was reaching that point of no return, just about to cum. I wondered whether to tease him, to soften my licking, holding him just short of cumming, but there would be plenty of time for that the next day. Instead I licked him hard and pumped his shaft hard. He groaned and I felt the first jet of cum shoot into the back of my mouth. I continued to gently stroke his shaft as his body emptied spurt after spurt of thick cum onto my tongue.

I swallowed his cum and sat up. Just at that moment Tim started to cum in Gigi's mouth. She pulled back from him and stroked him and I watched, for the first time, ropes of cum spurt from my husband's cock into the mouth of another woman.

We stood around for a while drinking our wine and doing our best to have a normal conversation. As normal as you can with two guys fully dressed sitting down and two naked women standing beside them.

I got dressed and picked up my bag. I wore a skirt but I deliberately wore no panties. Josh and I left leaving a naked Gigi to the unbridled desires of my husband.

In a way it felt weirder leaving my friend Gigi at my house knowing my husband was going to fuck her, than it did to be leaving with Josh. I suppose because I'd already broken the taboo of unfaithfulness to my marital vows but my husband would get to do that for the first time later that night. Plus, having discovered with Peter the thrill of illicit sex with someone other than my husband, I was actually looking forward to Josh fucking me. I could already feel my pantiless pussy fluttering with anticipation.

In the car, Josh and I talked a little about our pasts. Our sexual pasts. It turns out that Josh was a virgin when he met Gigi. So she's the only woman he's ever fucked. Tonight will be even more of a treat for him than I had expected.

When we arrived at Josh and Gigi's house he seemed a little subdued, as if he was a bit uncertain how much freedom he had to do what he wanted with me. Or perhaps he was a bit nervous only having ever had sex with one woman and unsure about in which ways I might be different. So I just took control.

I stood in front of him. "Kiss me," I said. He didn't need telling twice and our lips came together and our tongues found each other. I reached down and put my hands on his ass and pushed my body against him. I could feel his cock hardening against my mound. I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. In no time his pants and boxers were around his ankles and he kicked them away. His cock stuck out, almost completely hard. I took him into my mouth and used my tongue to bring him to complete rigidity while he unbuttoned his shirt.

I was kneeling fully clothed and he was standing naked in front of me. I looked up at him as I lovingly caressed his cock with my lips and my tongue. I love to look into a man's eyes when I suck his cock. It makes it even more intimate somehow. And it is especially exciting when it's not my husband's eyes I'm gazing into. Looking into a man's eyes as he cums in my mouth is even more intimate, but I wasn't planning on Josh cumming in my mouth this time. My pussy was aching for attention.

I stood up and pushed Josh backwards a little. The back of his legs hit the sofa and almost automatically he sat down. I stepped onto the sofa, one foot on either side of him, and I lowered my body over his cock. My skirt hid that I was not wearing panties but he certainly noticed the moment my pussy lips touch his cockhead. More by luck than judgment the point of his cock engaged into my entrance and all I needed to do was to sink down. I expected his cock to simply slide into me but he's big, bigger than my husband, and so I had to lift myself up and press back down several times to work him completely inside me.

"Oh Clea," he said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck you."

"Well you are a very naughty boy for wondering that when you are married. But aren't you lucky. Now you get to find out. Just sit back and enjoy."

I started to fuck him, rocking my hips back and forth on his huge cock. At the same time I pulled my T-shirt off over my head. I never put my bra back on so then I was topless. I leant forward and offered a breast to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and circled my nipple, which immediately went rock-hard. I pushed my little breast further into his mouth and he gently bit my nipple, sending little spasms of pleasure spiraling away.

Because his cock is so thick he felt very different inside me. I changed the movement of my hips so that I was going more up and down, lifting my body up so that his cock almost left me, before sinking down and taking him completely into my cunt. It felt wonderful each time his massive member re-entered my sopping wet cunt. I could sense that Josh was getting close to cumming already. The excitement of fucking another woman was almost too much for him.

"You are nearly cumming aren't you? Fucking your wife's best friend."

"You are fucking incredible, Clea. You feel so tight and hot and wet on my cock."

"Cum for me, big boy. I want to feel your cum in my pussy. In my married pussy where you don't normally have permission to go."

"Oh yes, Clea, make me cum."

His hands were on my breasts as I continued to rise and fall, pumping his cock with my pussy. I squeezed my cunt hard onto his cock and I reached out and pinched his nipples hard. That took him over the top.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming," he gasped, although it is obvious anyway. The feeling inside my cunt changed as his cock pumped thick white cum inside me and I milked him dry with my hips.

I stood up, lifted up the front of my skirt, and positioned my pussy just in front of his mouth. He pushed out his tongue and the tip touched my clit. It was as if a jolt of electricity shocked my body.

"Oh yes Josh," I moaned. "Lick me. Make me cum."

He was a bit rough. Obviously Gigi has a less sensitive clit than I do. But he knew what he was doing well enough despite having only licked one pussy in his life. I knew that I was getting close, I could feel the spring of arousal winding up tight inside me, ready to release like a jack-in-the-box.

"Don't stop Josh," I said. It felt really dirty to use his name all the time, just because it's not my husband's name I suppose.

"Oh good boy," I said as I felt the onrush of my orgasm. "Oh Josh," I moaned as the first spasm of my orgasm burst through my body. I felt my pussy convulsing as his tongue continued to attack my clit. I moved forward pressing my pussy against his mouth as the pulsation of my orgasm squeezed his cum from my cunt onto his tongue.

I squatted back down again. I could feel his cock, now soft, pressed against my pussy. I leant forward and gave him a kiss.

"So how was your second woman?" I asked.

"Perfect. Just perfect," he replied. This weekend was going to be more fun than I had expected.

The two of us went upstairs, showered together and then got into bed. Somehow, knowing that this was Josh and Gigi's marital bed, a bed where no other woman had ever been, made even that everyday act seem special.

In the morning I decided to be a dirty girl. Tim had told me that he was going to fuck Gigi up the ass because she'd never been taken anally. So that meant that Josh had never done it either. I've done it a few times and although it's not something I rave about, it makes a change. And it feels so dirty. I wanted to do something with Josh that Gigi didn't do for him. I'm not sure why I was feeling so competitive, but I wanted my day with him to be the best sex he'd ever had. Better than sex with his wife. The most memorable sex of his life.

I woke first and I went to the bathroom. In my toilet bag I had a tube of lube. I squeezed some out and rubbed it on my asshole. I gradually worked first one finger, and then two, inside me, distributing the lube ready for Josh's cock. Then I got back in bed with him. He stirred, starting to wake up.

I reached over and grasped his cock. He was completely soft. I gently massaged his cock. I love the feel of a cock as it grows larger and larger between my fingers like that. He started to moan encouragement as he finally awoke completely.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He moved over me. I reached down and grasped his cock and guided his knob into me. I wasn't totally ready for him but I like the feel as a cock works its way into me as my pussy relaxes and wettens. We fucked like that for a bit but I didn't want him to get too close to cumming yet.

I pushed him off and rolled onto my front. I pulled my knees up underneath me so that my pussy was offered to him like a mare to a stallion. His cock slid back inside me, deeper still in this position, and he pistoned into me for a bit.

I reached down between my legs and grabbed him. He wasn't really sure what I was doing at first. I pulled myself off his cock and then positioned the point of his cock on the tight pucker of my asshole. I pushed myself slowly back against him, feeling his cockhead start to press into my pre-lubricated rear entrance.

"Oh fuck Clea," he sighed as he realized what I was doing. "You are unbelievable."

I felt my asshole start to distend to accommodate him. It was extremely intense, after all he was thicker than any other cock I'd ever had in my ass, but I was determined to take him. Once I sensed his cockhead was inside me, I started to rock back and forth a little, gradually working him into me a tiny bit at a time. When I was relaxed enough that I wasn't worried about pain I let go of his cock.

"Fuck me Josh. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good and hard."

He grabbed my hips and started to thrust his own hips back and forth. His cock felt enormous inside my smallest little hole. Enormous but exciting. I don't know what it is about being fucked up the ass but it is something like sex when you are a teenager: dirty and illicit. I pushed my body back hard against him each time his hips thrust forward, burying his thick cock inside me until his belly pressed against my ass-cheeks. Funnily enough his belly against my ass, still sore from my caning, was more uncomfortable than his cock in my ass-hole.

I pulled away from him and rolled him onto his back. Then I squatted over him and took him back into my ass. He reached out and started to play with my pussy, sticking two fingers inside me. I put my hands on his shoulders and I started to fuck him again, sliding the tight ring of muscle up and down his cock. I felt completely full, with his cock in my ass and his fingers fucking my pussy.

"Look into my eyes as you cum, Josh," I said. I knew he was close.

I continued to move my hips as I watched his orgasm build up and then burst through his body. I stared into his eyes as his cock squirted jets of warm cum into my rectum. His first anal sex. Something he'd never forget.

I sat there on top of him, with his cock still in my ass. I could feel it gradually softening and feel my asshole contract around it as his cock became thinner. Finally, I lifted myself up off him and lay down beside him.

"You are amazing Clea. I never expected you to let me fuck you up the ass."

"Josh, I'm not allowed to refuse you whatever you ask for. I'm your sex-slave for a day, remember. If you wanted to fuck me up my ass you just had to order me to do it. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"I want you to lick my cock. The cock that was just in your ass."

That was something I'd never done before. But I could hardly refuse. I moved down the bed and took his soft cock into my mouth. His cock was surprising. Erect he was quite a bit bigger than my husband; soft he was a lot smaller. I thought it might feel a bit disgusting but it was fine. I licked his little cock clean. It tasted more of his cum than anything else.

"Masturbate for me," Josh said. He was definitely starting to get into his role as master to my slave finally. "And talk to me while you do. Tell me what you are fantasizing about."

I moved across the bed and lay down so that he would have a good view straight up between my legs. I slowly parted my thighs watching his eyes as they drank in the sight of my unobscured pussy.

"You are so different from Gigi," he said. "Your pussy is like an butterfly with big pink wings. Plus your beautiful fiery pubes."

"I like to start by stroking my nipples to get warmed up," I said as my fingers went to my breasts and started to rub my nipples gently. My breasts are quite small but I have big sensitive nipples to make up for it. I felt them start to stiffen, felt the arousal start to build up in my pussy, knew I was starting to get wet. "Then when I'm ready I reach down and use one hand to open myself up." While one hand continued to stimulate a nipple, the other snaked down across my belly, through my orange hair and spread my pussy open, uncovering my clit. "Then with the other hand I get my clit ready with some of my juices." My second hand finally left my breast and slipped down between my legs. I pushed a finger almost into my entrance and then slid up between my labia, spreading my wetness onto my clit. I did that a few times until my clit was nicely lubricated. "Then I start to finger my clit." With just my index finger I rubbed my clit, barely touching it, sending little jolts of excitement into my body. "Once I get a good rhythm going I start to fantasize about something. I close my eyes and retreat into feelings of pure sex. The real world fades away and I'm in the world of my fantasy."

Suddenly I had an idea. Something risky but maybe with an upside. I would fantasize about Peter. Peter who had got Gigi and myself into so much trouble. Peter who had shamelessly seduced me, knowing I was married. Seduced me because I was married. Peter who I hadn't given up the hope of fucking again. Maybe we could all invite him over or something. And I don't mean for afternoon tea.

"I'm remembering the first time Peter kissed me." Of course I'd told my husband this story when I confessed my sins, but Josh knew nothing of it. "We were in Golden Gate Park a couple of days ago. I so wanted to fuck him but I knew I mustn't. But I couldn't resist a little taste. He pulled me behind a bush out of sight of anyone else. It was absolutely electrifying when our lips met. He told me to imagine my mouth was my pussy and he ran his tongue all around my lips. It was almost as exciting as if his tongue really had been between my legs. I knew my pussy was flooded. He reached down and gently pressed his fingertips against it. Still over my pants. But my body totally burned with desire. I knew I should stop him when he unzipped my pants and slipped his hand into my panties, but I also knew I didn't have the willpower. I wanted to feel his fingers, feel them among the folds of my sex, feel them inside me. When his finger nuzzled against my clit I think I practically came on the spot. I was absolutely dripping wet with arousal. Married sex is very comfortable but this was something so different. Wrong but wonderful. Sinful but so sexual. Rock music, not chamber music."

As I told him the story I continued to circle a finger on my clit, occasionally dipping back down between my lips for more of my slick juices to keep it wet and slippery.

"He pushed his hand deeper into my panties, underneath my body. I could feel his fingers on my lips. My moist lips engorged with excitement. He curled a finger up. It was the first time for years anyone other than Tim had had a finger inside me. His finger slid easily into my pussy. I was so wet and aroused it felt as if he could push his whole hand in. It felt so wrong. It was wrong. But also it was so unbelievably thrilling. I suppose because it was so wrong. There I was almost in public in the park with a man's finger who was not my husband stroking back and forth inside that most intimate corner of my body. Where he was absolutely not allowed to be."

Reliving the encounter in the park with Peter as I masturbated already had me close to cumming.

"I'm getting close to cumming," I continued. "Both in the park and right now here on your bed. Peter continued to finger-fuck me. He'd push his finger into me and then slide it the entire length of my pussy between my lips, up and over my clit. Then he'd circle my clit a few times before slipping back between my lips and up inside me again. Oh wow, I'm going to cum. In the park I felt my orgasm inside me, just like now. Oh gosh, I'm starting to cum...wow, that's intense...in the park I was cumming too, barely able to stop my legs collapsing underneath me...his fingers were perfect, coaxing levels of pleasure from my pussy that I didn't know were possible...oh wow it's going on and on just like that day." My finger kept lightly stroking my clit until the final sensations of my orgasm died away. I knew I'd put on a good show.

I moved my hand away and just lay there on the bed, my legs spread wide. I opened my eyes. Josh's eyes were still glued to my pussy. My swollen pink pussy presumably still glistening with the wetness of my climax.

"Wow, that was something," Josh said. "Gigi doesn't like to do that. I mean with me watching. It was very sexy. Intimate."

I rolled back up the bed so that I was lying alongside him. I put my arms around him and gave him a kiss. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Let's go out for breakfast as if we are married. Well, we are married. Just not to each other."

"Well, I've got my wedding ring on," I said holding up my left hand. "And I just got fucked by my husband-for-the-day."

We showered and went to one of the neighborhood cafés that did a good brunch. I normally don't drink that early but a glass of champagne seemed perfect. Naughty like everything else that day. We sat there like the happily married couple that we were not, looking around at all the other couples, guessing that most of them were in bed having sex not that long ago just like we had been ourselves.

After eating we wandered around the neighborhood looking in the shop windows. Josh surprised me by holding my hand. A little gesture but very special, given that we were walking around the area where he lived and any of his friends, or worse, Gigi's friends, might spot us. A married man holding another woman's hand is suspicious, at the very least.

We went back to the house. Neither of us said anything but somehow we both had the same idea that we would go back upstairs, get back into bed, and have sex. But not rough, raunchy sex. Married sex, as if we really were man and wife. Gentle sex. Making love rather than fucking.

We peeled off our clothes and got under the bed covers naked. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. I turned my back to him and he spooned against me. I could feel his cock against my ass, still soft, but soft and sexy. He put an arm over me and held one of my breasts. We lay there like that just cuddling and both of us fell asleep.

Josh must have woken first because when I awoke I was aware of his cock, still against my ass, but this time rock hard. He lay along the length of the crack between my cheeks. He moved so that he was between my thighs, not inside me but just rubbing against my pussy.

"Oh that feels good," I sighed as his cock slid back and forth against my swelling lips,

I could feel myself getting wet, feel my juices coating his cock. I moved the angle of my hips a little and the next time he pushed forward, the head of his cock, instead of slipping over my lips, slipped into me.

"Oh yes," I moaned as he slowly moved back and forth, gradually inching his thick cock into my welcoming pussy. He slipped his other hand underneath my body so that he had a hand on each of my breasts. The nipples were hard little points against the palms of his hand. He moved and took each nipple between finger and thumb. As his cock continued its slow relentless movement back and forth inside me, he generated little jolts of joy that seemed to go straight from my nipples to my clit.

Once his belly was pressed against my ass and his cock was completely inside me, I pulled away from him, rolled onto my back and spread my legs as wide as I could. He moved between my outspread thighs and re-entered me. The missionary position, in some ways the most basic and common ways to have sex, but also a position that feels wonderful. I love the weight of my lover on me, the irresistible force he can generate as he pushes his hips down to meet mine as they rise up. And I love to kiss and look into his eyes while his cock creates such wonderful feelings of pleasure between my legs.

I reached down between our bodies and started to masturbate my own clit as he started to move his cock a little bit harder and faster. I could hear myself moaning as my body was overwhelmed with feelings of intense sexual joy.

It felt so intimate, kissing and making love like that. I really felt like more than a wife-for-a-day, more like Josh's lover. His mistress. Which, I suppose, in a way I was.

"Oh don't stop, I'm going to cum," I whispered as I felt my impending orgasm. "Oh Josh, I want to do this again one day," I moaned as I climaxed. "I hope you do too." My orgasm faded quickly, not one of those mind-blowing ones.

"Do you really mean that?" he said as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my body.

He stopped talking and I could tell he was about to explode. "Oh god you feel so good," he moaned as I felt his hips thrust a little deeper and more vigorously and his cock pumped his cum deep in my vagina.

The two of us spent the afternoon lying naked on the bed watching a movie. No, not a porn movie, if we wanted anything sexual it was within arm's reach. Then we got up, showered and went out to a nearby bar. The plan was to meet Gigi and Tim there and we would have a drink and then go back home with our real spouses. I realized I'd left my bag at Josh and Gigi's place so in the end we all went back there and it only seemed natural that we should have another drink there, so Josh went to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine and I went upstairs to fetch my bag.

When I walked back into the living room I was surprised that Gigi was kneeling on the floor bent over the sofa, naked from the waist down. The red grid from her caning had turned black and blue. My husband Tim was undoing his pants and getting ready to fuck her one last time. Gigi spread her legs and presented her cunt to him.

Without stopping to think about it, I slipped my pants and panties off and bent over the sofa alongside Gigi. I knew Josh wouldn't need any further encouragement. I heard him come back into the living room and a short moment later I felt the big mushroom of his knob back at my entrance, nuzzling between my lips, spreading my juice around prior to penetrating me.

I looked across and watched my husband fucking my best friend. It didn't feel like any sort of betrayal. Erotic to watch in fact. My own personal porno movie.

As Josh fucked me and Tim fucked Gigi, I looked at her and asked her quietly, "Do you want to do this again some time?"

"Fuck yes," she said. "I've had such a great weekend."

I felt Josh pull out of me. Josh and Tim changed places and I felt my husband's smaller cock slip inside me for the first time since he discovered my indiscretions. It felt so comfortable and normal, like sleeping in your own bed after a long trip.

"Oh that feels good," I said. "Welcome back."

He started to thrust his cock inside me, his movements familiar and reassuring. He bent over my back so that his mouth was close to my ear.

"I forgive you," he whispered. "But now I know why you did it. How exciting it is to fuck someone else. I'm not sure I want to give that up."

The two of us, the guilty girls who'd been found out fucking Peter, were back being fucked by our husbands, forgiven completely. But we knew our lives would not be the same going forward. Another weekend I would be back in this house with Josh's cock instead of my husband's pleasuring me, while my husband serviced Gigi's sexual needs. Or all four of us in a heap of writhing naked sexual abandon. Maybe one day we'd even be able to invite Peter to join us. Two horny girls with three men to service us both. Letting Peter seduce me turned out to be a much bigger event that I expected.