‘It happened to me’ Aug 2015
written by:
Sexy Sadie

About the author: As will be noted from my Author profile, I have a background in DTP (DeskTop Publishing), and some while after I purchased my 1st PC I regularly contributed to an internet magazine.

Jane's confession:

Jane from Stoke-on-Trent and hubby Jeff are having a new house built. While he's at work, she's out there looking after the workmen. They've found a new sort of piecework but she'll have to take care: hubby may notice she's always getting plastered and her cries of pleasure may bring the house down...

I am 26 years old and have been married to Jeff for five years. I had never had sex before meeting him, although I have to admit he had taken my virginity before we married.

I gradually became very sexy myself and although I still never had another man I often got myself into such a randy state that Jeff never knew what hit him when he arrived home. I discovered it a real turn-on to go out bra-less in a tight blouse, encouraging welcome glances from men in the street. It also became normal for Jeff and I to use all the naughty words while screwing, making a fuck a really wonderful time.

Then we decided to have a new house built on the same site as our existing home. It was very exciting watching the house grow daily and I soon got to know the four men involved, spending a fair bit of time with them. I invited them in for a cup of tea every morning and afternoon and then returned with them to see what progress had been made.

It wasn't long before I ‘became' bra-less for them and was delighted at the effect I was having on them. Then, getting more daring, I would sit carelessly, allowing quite a lot of thigh to be exposed. After seeing them desperately trying to hide the bulges of their erections, I would return home, remove my wet knickers and play with myself for a long time.

After a few weeks, I decided that I would leave off my knickers when I visited them, as they always got wet. Anyway, I had never allowed my legs to open enough to display them so it wasn't done with the intention of exhibiting my cunt. However, I had not reckoned on men having a breaking point but I was soon to find out...

It happened one beautiful afternoon. The house roof was on and a ladder rose through a large hole into the attic. I enquired what was up there and was invited to go up and look. I hesitated at first, but Nick assured me he would look after me so off I went up the ladder, showing plenty of thigh from my wrap-over skirt.

After a few steps I stopped, saying it was getting too high but Nick, dwarfing my 5'5" and broadly built, put his hands on my waist and helped me step by step until I reached the top. For a few minutes he showed me what was to be seen, then it was time to come down - that's when the trouble started.

For several minutes I refused to step out onto the ladder. The three lads below, grinning up and shouting encouragement, seemed miles away and with Nick already on the ladder guiding my foot I reached for the first step. It was ages before I finally found the nerve to bring my other leg over to the ladder and, with Nick telling me not to look down and guiding one foot after the other, we descended very slowly.

Reaching about halfway down I was struck with fear by a statement from Nick that the ladder was broken and I heard him call to the men below to bring another. I saw the new one slide up alongside ours and was asked to reach my right hand out to transfer to the other ladder. That wasn't too bad but I was terrified when told to do the same with my right foot, as the ladders were swaying with our weight and some distance apart.

Eventually with Nick's help and with hands gripping so tightly that they were white I found myself with arms and legs widely spread and my face looking down into the empty space between the ladders. Amid the other voices I heard Nick saying, "Wider, wider. That's it. A bit more." I was almost hysterical to feel the new ladder moving further and further away until my arms and legs were at full stretch.

It was slightly reassuring to feel Nick's hands at my waist, believing that he was offering assistance, but seconds later my skirt slid down and was pulled off. For a few seconds it didn't register and then I looked down: with my brain spinning from the dizzy height, I realised I was naked from the waist down and saw three grinning faces between my outstretched thighs, looking up at my cunt.

At this stage Nick had begun stroking my naked bum and along my thighs. To avoid looking down at my plight and falling, I closed my eyes and my body trembled as he slowly slid one hand under my bottom, rubbing the wetness of my cunt. His finger found my exposed clitty, flicking it until my legs turned to jelly and I was in danger of releasing my hold. He then moved up behind me, his arms around me and I felt the hardness of his prick against me.

I found it impossible to believe he could fuck me like this but, even as I thought it, his hard knob slid down the crack of my bum and along the gaping wet groove of my quim. His fingers reached down to the front of my slit and it was driven into me forcefully. Deeper into me it went and I squealed with pleasure and delight, determined to hang on as his thrust almost lifted my feet from the steps.

Almost fearlessly I looked down at the three faces only inches from my cunt. Their eyes were sparkling and they licked their lips hungrily, satisfied their mate was fucking the ass off me. When we came it was sensational and I was thankful Nick still had his arms around my waist.

When he left me suspended in my outstretched manner, I was subjected to several minutes' verbal abuse as they watched our cum trickling down my thighs. Then Nick invited one of the others "to stick a length up me" but I objected strongly, saying I couldn't hold on any longer. They only decided to let me down after I'd agreed to let them all fuck me.

Once on the ground they soon had my blouse off and laid me across some bags of cement. My naked tits came in for much attention, my legs pulled apart and another stiff prick slid up my cunt. The bags were very hard, ensuring me full benefit from their thrusting cocks and it was wonderful.

After 26 years with only one cock up me, I had suddenly received four at one laying. It may be difficult to put into words how it feels to lie with a beautiful stiff prick relentlessly mashing my cunt to pulpy pleasure and one or two more waiting to continue the onslaught, but where words fail the action is easy. Just lay down and open my legs. The rest is easy and very satisfying, as I have found to my advantage.

The four men have screwed me frequently since that time and now no excuses are needed. Whenever it is convenient, I just go to them with no bra, no knickers and a cunt always lubricated in anticipation.

Linda's predicament:

Getting hitched is a big day for most girls but after the thrill of the wedding has worn off, some brides find excitement in a little extramarital sexual activity. A few even have lovers on their honeymoon, but surely only Linda of London could make out with the guy selling her a wedding dress...

I am fascinated by the various letters in your magazine. For over a year I have kept my secret, but having read letters from unfaithful wives prompts me to write about my status as an unfaithful bride, far more sordid and lewd, but in my experience quite irresistible.

Last year I was just 24, rather vulnerable, and like any eager bride, looking forward to getting my bridal dress. Then the money problem loomed. The groom and I were hard pressed, and every penny had to be closely budgeted. After careful shopping I saw a splendid dress in a window and knew I just had to have it. I'd seen about fifty by then, but this was just what I wanted.

The store was empty, apart from one sales assistant, a tall good-looking man in his late twenties. I enquired about the dress in the window and he showed me an identical one in the shop, and urged me to try it on. My face had fallen when the price had been mentioned - it was about 30% above my limit, and I was so tight for money. The man, I suspect, realised my disappointment, but nevertheless suggested I try it on. When I'd seen myself in it, I was certain it was the one for me. The salesman looked at me and commented on how lovely I looked: "The most lovely bride I've seen," he said.

Such a compliment made me look at him once again - he was obviously handsome, over 6' tall, quite muscular and very smartly dressed in a three-piece suit. He was a blue-eyed blonde, and really quite dishy. Once more he said that there could be no other dress that would suit me. I told him how much I loved the gown, but had to admit that I just couldn't afford it.

That bloke was a true salesman. "I'm the owner's son, I practically run the store," he proudly announced, "and we have numerous schemes for interested customers." Then I noticed that he lewdly ran his hand over his most private parts. "We give most generous discounts to our beautiful brides."

I was stunned, mesmerized, perhaps even keen. "What kind of discount?" I enquired. What he said was music to my ears.

"Half price to you, you beautiful girl," he said. For me this was marvellous. Not only the offer, but also the compliments from a handsome man had me in a tizz. I didn't know what to expect.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"No catch, darling," he replied, "just a bit of fun for both of us."

He had a naughty grin on his face, but now his hand was almost pressing what was quite obviously a hard-on. I blushed.

"Lovely brides turn me on," he said, "and that outfit can be yours at 50% off." I was to be wed in two weeks, but here I was with a handsome guy, accepting his lewd proposal.

"Just bend over that table," said the stud (the only real word to describe him). I obeyed. I admitted that the price tag was too good to resist and shamelessly admitted that he was too good looking... The rascal had got through to me. Anyway, my husband would never know. I was still free and unattached, strictly speaking, so why should I feel guilty? On the other hand, I reasoned, how could I get married when I was still prepared to have it off with another bloke? What a dilemma.

The dress, though, was too beautiful and the discount too great. I obeyed his commands. Boldly I strode to that table, bent over double, and with bated breath anticipated his next move. I felt his hands on the bottom of that gown, and then in one swoop it was thrown right over my head. I couldn't see a thing - I was speechless. A pair of hands felt my thighs, my blue knickers were gently removed. I'd taken my tights off when I tried on the dress.

His big hands now stroked my thighs, urging my legs apart. I thought I heard a zipper being undone. I must have been right as I soon felt something hard and hot pressed against my thighs. I couldn't see a thing, the dress still being over my head. This blonde man's overtures had made me wet. No real foreplay had been needed. I could feel his hard dick against me, and then he shoved it in.

It was a beautiful fit, nice and snug. A surge of deep erotic pleasure spread through me, and I was being fucked, so well fucked just two weeks before my wedding and not by my fiancé but by a man I'd met only thirty minutes before. He pushed deep and true, so hard, thrust after thrust his cock sawed into my bridal pussy. I came off and tried to suppress my cries of pleasure, but I could not. His cock had felt too good.

When I came off on his dick I was surrounded by darkness, yet I sensed that this cock was special - it made me cum off a second and third time, and then I heard the man approaching his own orgasm. Despite myself I yelled to him to spunk inside me. "I don't want the dress soiled," I cried. I'm not sure if that was the truth - I think I only wanted that man's hot spunk right up me.

Shakily, my lover helped me off the table. He was ever so professional, and so immaculate. (Even his dick was neatly tucked away). I was dazed when he took me over to the cash desk. I paid the bargain bill, changed back into my clothes and left the shop, thinking I'd never see this stud again. Then came my wedding. The wedding photos of me in my dress, professionally taken, looked beautiful. Looking at them a few days afterwards, I felt I must show them to the shop owner. I don't know what made me do this - was it some perverse thrill of exhibitionism? Nevertheless, I sheepishly made my way to his shop, album in hand.

He welcomed me as if he was half-expecting me anyway. I told him the purpose of my visit and we sat beside each other on the settee and I began to show him the photos. He made a few very flattering comments which made me happy. I was a beautiful bride and this man realised it. When I had finished I shut the album. I was shocked. I hadn't noticed, but the man had taken his dick out and was sitting beside me gently stroking its enormous length. I looked aghast, hand on mouth, staring at it and yet not wanting to. It was so big. "Go on," he urged, "touch it. You haven't seen it yet, have you? Go on, touch it."

Despite myself, my hand stretched out and clasped it - gently at first, then firmly. He sighed with pleasure and I looked at him. Our mouths almost inevitably joined together, my tongue moving furiously inside his mouth. It was truly disgusting, a newly married woman jerking a bloke off. After this I was shocked to hear his suggestion - "Kneel before me and give it a suck." I shook my head. I had never done such a thing before.

He realised my reluctance, but saw that I was looking at it, amazed at its size and pinkness - I was unabashedly admiring it. "Go on," he urged again. I got off the settee, knelt by him, and kissed his knob, still astonished at its length. I was getting quite excited at the prospect of doing my first gobble. I gave that nice cock a few lewd resounding kisses and looked up at the owner of this masterful weapon. He was so vain. "You love it, don't you?" he was saying, "you love my long cock, don't you?"

"I love your cock, I love it," I kept saying, my tongue warmly salivating the swollen knob. I hated myself for what I was doing, but the urge was devastating. I was wild with lust for this arrogant bastard. However, I hated myself more for what I did next.

Carefully, I fitted that beautiful smooth knob into my mouth. I shut my eyes, relishing the taste and my right hand instinctively felt between my thighs, relieving the anguish I felt there. I loved it, and, unfortunately, he knew that. I was amazed at the immense pleasure I got from sucking his dick - I'd never even contemplated doing it before yet here I was loving every mouthful. I urged him to cum in my mouth. The man had other plans.

"Take your knickers off," he said, "and sit on my cock." I felt powerless, and did as he ordered. He touched my wet knickers and taunted me further. "You really fancy me, don't you?" he said. "I'm the best. Your husband just doesn't compare, does he?" mocked this evil man. I nodded my head, wanting his shaft. I sat on his tool and felt the massive length shoot up inside me. He was rough, placing his hands under my thighs to give me a good ride. I came off straight away, yelling and swearing at him. He kept picking me up and slamming his rod up my bridal cunt. I had a second orgasm and was cumming like a firecracker.

I thought he would have shot, but as if to taunt me further, he still urged me to "Cum once more for me." Just the sound of that dirty suggestion made me do it a third time, and then he came off, so good and deep, right up me, gush upon gush. He was an incredible shag. I got off his lap shakily, put on my knickers and prepared to leave. I left, promising myself I'd never see this man again. I wondered if I could resist the temptation.

Sex with him was becoming addictive. A week passed, and I found that I just had to have it again. I knew it was bad, dirty, perhaps even sinful...but I rang him up. He ordered me to come the following evening. I had to obey. The scene was set for a session more obscene than anything I'd ever experienced.

My next visit involved a straight strip for us both. We knew that I had gone to see him to be properly shagged, so why pretend? I stood facing him, in front of the full-length mirror, dressed only in my long high-heeled shoes. Without prompting, I knelt before him. I knew we often tend to exaggerate the size of a man's dick, but when I saw myself in the mirror, his knob in my mouth, I realised how truly big this guy's cock was.

His body seemed so far from my brightly painted lips. I sucked him there, watching myself in the mirror. (For the cock-suckers among your readers, here's a suggestion: do it while watching yourself in a mirror. Apart from the normal thrill of cock gobbling, a tremendous voyeur thrill is involved as well - quite amazing).

This time I suspected he wanted to give me a proper mouthful - I played the tart, with loud, obscene cock-sucking sounds escaping my lips. Back and forward, side to side, up and down I went on that huge, throbbing love-rod - a pretty brunette head on a large blonde dick. My tongue proved so versatile, so sensitive and that cock in my mouth was so hot and salty.

I needed to refresh my lips, so I urged the stud to cum in my mouth. I soon tasted stud-cream for the first time. It was pleasanter than I thought, though the force and fury of his ejaculation did catch me out. He too looked in the mirror. "We look lovely together, don't we?" he asked. His spunk in my mouth prompted me to agree.

We shagged again, a good old-fashioned missionary fuck on the carpet. I orgasmed again with my legs around his strong back. This was all a year ago. I'm no longer the unfaithful bride, but, like many other married women, am now the unfaithful wife. I know these sessions are bad, even perverted, but I have to be serviced by this guy and visit him two or three times a month, sometimes more.

Editor's note: Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.