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It all started way back in 1998 when I was eighteen and working for a furniture removal company. The company also did house clearances. It was during one particular house clearance that I was left alone to box up belongings of a tenant who had fled the property months previously, for some unknown reason.
As I was working through the master bedroom I came across two porn magazines, a dildo, and some handcuffs. I had seen porn mags before, and I even owned a VHS porn video, that I had obtained from a friend, but I'd never bought or read any porn magazines myself. Not one to knock an opportunity when presented, I hid the magazines in my rucksack and boxed the other items up with the rest of the belongings.
That evening, I climbed into bed and opened up the porn mags. My sexual fantasies were about to be realised when I read a story about a man and his wife on vacation.
The story claimed to be true, but whether it was or wasn't didn't really matter. What mattered was the profound effect it had on me as I read tantalisingly from the point of view of the husband. It was if I was standing right beside him, watching in the shadows as two businessmen, who had invited several tourists onto their huge yacht, seduced his wife in a private cabin. The husband had desperately searched for his missing wife after she failed to return from her 'quick' tour with the businessmen. The captain of the yacht, upon seeing the husbands distress, led him to a place where he could watch his wife, but he was not to interfere.
It is of course a familiar theme in the genre of cuckolding, wife cheating, and wife sharing stories, but as an eighteen-year-old lad, growing up in a world without internet porn at his fingertips, it was very exciting. My cock was rock hard, and I must have masturbated over that story a thousand times. The image the story created inside my young mind was a very powerful one. I would visualise the look of reluctance on the wife's face as the two men seduced her inhibitions to a level whereby she could only submit and have her body enjoy the experience. Visualising the two men taking her at either end, riding her until they each climaxed, had my own climax erupting hard into my wanking sock. Yes, I had an old sports sock that I used to wank into, disgusting I know.
Hooked on the idea of watching another man's wife being shared or cheating, I began to purchase monthly porn magazines, like Readers Wives, from my local newsagent. My excitement to read the latest wife stories heavily outweighed my embarrassment of putting the magazines down on the counter and paying for them.
Despite having a girlfriend, whom I had very good and regular sex with, the rush I felt reading those wife sharing stories was something different. She of course didn't know I was buying porn magazines.
This went on for about a year, until my parents bought me a desktop computer. I had left my job at the furniture removal company and started a BTEC diploma in computer studies at my local college.
The computer was to be the start of my obsession. It was now 1999, fast approaching the new millennium, and I discovered the newly created erotica website called Literotica. I no longer needed to buy porn magazines. Instead, I stayed up late, when I wasn't with my girlfriend, and read through many, many stories, and not just the Loving Wives section. Although Loving Wives was where I spent most of my time reading.
The obsession naturally turned into an addiction, but I didn't realise it, or see it as a problem back then. I was young and virile, so I was able to bith regularly wank over these stories and have regular sex with my girlfriend.
Then, when I had just turned twenty, my girlfriend and I broke up. Not for any particular reason. We had been together since we were fifteen years old and we simply matured into wanting different things. The extra time I had on my hands went into clubbing kaçak iddaa with my friends, searching for casual sex, and of course, many more hours reading and wanking over stories on Literotica.
My life continued like this until I met my next girlfriend, a beautiful petite redhead named Emily. I was twenty-one, and she had just turned nineteen. She was hot, fun, and exciting, and my attention was finally diverted away from Literotica.
As our relationship progressed through the 'honeymoon' period, the relationship became serious and intense. She was fiery, and we both had high sex drives. My time with Emily also developed another side of my sexual desires. Despite being in her late teens, Emily loved buying sexy underwear and sexy cosplay outfits for us to enjoy at weekends when her parents were away, which they often were. I had learned so much from my time on Literotica that I began to imagine Emily as the wives in some of the stories. I think the fact she was so sexually open and adventurous lent her to my fantasies, but I couldn't bring myself to admit any of this to her, even though she continually probed me to confess my fantasises.
When I did open up during our pillow talks, I admitted to fantasising about being with two women at the same time. I also admitted to wanting to know about her sexual experiences. Undeterred, Emily enjoyed telling me about her sexual exploits. She didn't have that many that were fun or crazy, and they only involved three different guys. None the less, listening to her whimper through how she lost her virginity, while I slowly fingered her pussy and sucked on her tits, was more than enough to fuel my deepest fantasy. I also came to learn how she got caught by the police whilst riding an ex-boyfriend in his car at night. But my favourite had to be the time when Emily rode me nice and slow in a basque she had bought, while explicitly sharing her experience of being fucked by a guy in his forties. She was on a rebound from splitting up with her ex, and she ended up letting this older guy fuck her senseless in his Range Rover. I believed she knew this guy, but she always went coy when I pressed her on it, never telling me who he was or how she knew him.
The night of Emily's twentieth birthday and things took a more open turn. We were drunk and really horny after partying at a club with our friends. Dancing with her rubbing her arse up against my crotch had me wanting to fuck her in the toilets. She teased us both good and proper that night. But what aroused me more than anything was watching guys try and hit on her throughout the night. She turned them all down and slapped away any wandering hands of course, so there was no need for me to get jealous, angry, or involved. I may have been a guy who got lost in the idea of a man sharing his woman, but I wasn't a guy who would idly sit back and watch guys take liberties with his woman. Thankfully, Emily's fiery character meant guys didn't take the piss out of her. They knew that no meant no with her, so they would always turn away and leave her alone.
When we got back to the hotel room, that I had booked for her birthday, we tore each other's clothes off and fucked like wild animals. Ripping the dress from her petite body, exposing her firm 32C titties and shaven pussy, the whiskey slushing around inside my skull brought my fantasy to the forefront.
"You looked so hot on that dancefloor tonight!" I grunted, cupping her pussy in my hand.
Emily giggled and moaned in response as she unbuckled my trousers and took out my cock. "You looked pretty damn hot yourself!"
"How did it feel knowing all the guys in the club wanted to fuck you?"
Emily giggled again, before dropping to her knees and taking my cock inside her mouth.
"Mmmmm, fuck! This is what every guy wanted from you tonight!"
"But only you get to have me," she said, in between swapping my cock for my balls.
Emily kaçak bahis knew how to suck a cock and play with a guys nutsack. She was amazing. I grabbed her head and began to sway my hips backwards and forwards, gently fucking her mouth when she took me back down her throat.
"You'd look so hot sucking a guy off," I groaned, with my eyes closed as my mind entered the world of fantasy. "Would you enjoy that, sucking off a random guy from the club?"
"I'm not sure my boyfriend would like it," Emily replied, licking my shaft before swallowing my head again.
"What if your boyfriend wanted to watch you with another guys cock inside your hot mouth?"
Emily ignored my latest question and jumped onto the bed, signalling it was my turn to get my head between her legs. I couldn't wait. I leapt onto the bed and slid my arms under her legs. Emily shifted closer, and moaned loudly when my tongue licked up one side of her pussy and then down the other. She always loved that. I took her right to the edge of an orgasm, before I stopped and got onto my knees. She smirked, loving and hating it when I denied her.
"You wanna know my deepest, darkest fantasy?" I snarled, whilst rubbing my cock between her soaking wet pussy lips. I wasn't being open or brave, I was being drunkenly stupid.
A big grin extended across her face, followed by a wicked laugh. "Tell me... fuck me and tell me," she then moaned, as I half entered her.
"I wish it was some other guy fucking you right now!" There I said it. I finally admitted my deepest fantasy.
"You wish I was cheating?" she panted, my cock travelling seven inches deep inside her.
"No, not cheating. I would be sat in that chair by the window," I explained, glancing to my right. "I would be watching you getting fucked by some random guy you pulled in the club!"
We groaned together as my own words nearly sent my heart bursting through my chest. I drove into Emily and she wrapped her legs around my waist. We fucked slowly to begin with, her raising her hips from underneath, and me driving down slow and deep from above.
"What if my boyfriend gets jealous?" she panted with a whisper in my ear.
"He won't, he'll be so turned on watching you being naughty that he'll have his cock in his hand in no time," I whispered through shaky breath. "He'll enjoy the show. Would that turn you on?"
"Yes," Emily gasped.
Emily was absorbed in the fantasy as much as I was. She had become so wet since I started confessing and role-playing. Meanwhile, I was experiencing a rush like nothing before. My voice was trembling, my heart was beating hard, and my cock was throbbing even harder inside my girlfriends sopping pussy.
"You want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches, don't you, Emily? Tell me how much you want this strangers cock." I grunted when I finished talking, pushing my cock as deep as I could while I waited excitedly for her response.
"I want you to fuck me while he watches and strokes his cock. I feel so naughty," she said. "I want you to fuck me in front of him."
"OK, Emily," I moaned, trying my hardest not to cum with everything feeling extra sensitive. "I'm going to fuck you like a slut and fill your pussy with my cum."
Emily grinned with her eyes closed, squeezing her legs and arms tighter around my waist and shoulders. "Show him how it's done, stud," she said.
Nuzzling my face into her neck I began to fuck her hard, imaging it was a stranger inside her. Emily responded by bucking her hips and ordering me to make her cum.
"Yes!" she screamed into my ear. "Fuck me in front of my boyfriend!"
"I'm going to fuck your pussy hard, you dirty little bitch!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard and cum inside me!"
"In front of your boyfriend while he wank's over his girlfriend being a slut?"
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!"
"Do you prefer my cock over his?"
"Yes! illegal bahis I want you to make me cum!"
I had to stop for a moment, I was on the brink of cumming myself. Emily opened her eyes and kissed me. Panting into each other's faces for a few moments, Emily smiled and told me she loved me.
"I love you to," I told her, and then we resumed fucking wildly.
I just about managed to abstain from cumming when Emily squealed in ecstasy and dug her nails into my back. The stinging sensation probably helped as it shifted my focus to her nails scratching into my flesh. She bucked wildly beneath me, urging me to fuck her harder until her orgasm had ended.
"Now bend me over and fuck me like a whore!" she demanded.
I pulled out and we quickly changed positions. But as Emily got onto all fours, facing the top of the bed, I told her to face the chair and imagine I was sitting there watching her.
"Are you ready to get fucked facing your boyfriend?"
"Definitely!" she sighed hoarsely.
I entered Emily with a long, hard thrust and pulled her head back by her hair. I was in full fantasy mode again, fucking her and imaging I was in the chair watching her tits swinging. The guy fucking her had no face, it was all blurry. It was never about the guy, it was always about the wife, girlfriend, and now Emily.
"Fuck me! Make me cum again!" she screamed, collapsing her head into the bed and reaching a hand under her body to rub her clit.
"That's it!" I grunted from behind. "Rub your pussy and cum all over this strangers cock. Show your boyfriend what a hot slut you really are!"
As soon as Emily started rubbing her clit she cried out in ecstasy again. Her pussy tightened so hard I had to fuck her harder to stay inside. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the image that she was cumming on someone else's cock. It was too much for me to bare. I had hoped and planned for a long night of dirty sex, but Emily's pussy and my fantasy got the better of me. Grabbing her hips, I rammed into her from behind one last time and shot my load deep inside her pussy.
Immediately afterwards, my confidence shrivelled up faster than my satisfied cock. I felt so embarrassed. Emily lay on her back looking up at the ceiling, panting and sweating.
"We need to do that again," she sighed.
"Sorry it didn't last long," I muttered.
"Sex doesn't need to be long when its that intense," she sighed again, still trying to catch her breath.
"I don't think I've felt you cum that hard before," I told her.
"That's because you've never made me imagine I was fucking someone else while you watched before."
I gulped, wanting the bed to open up and take me away from the embarrassment of now having to explain myself.
Emily finally stopped panting and rolled over onto her side. I was now laying on my back looking up at the ceiling, wondering how to explain what I had been saying without sounding like a loser.
"Do you want to know what my fantasy is?" she whispered, about to save me from any embarrassment.
I turned and looked straight into her eyes. "Go on then."
"I would love to experience two guys at the same time."
I smiled, not sure what to say next.
"Perhaps we can roleplay that with you and a dildo?" she whispered again, which helped take the sting out of my feelings of regret.
"You have a dildo?"
Emily laughed. "No, but we can get one and have some fun."
I took Emily into my arms and squeezed her tight, before holding her as we discussed our fantasises. We didn't plan anything or explore the possibility of turning anything into reality. What we did was share something deeply personal with each other, made easier by the fact we were drunk. Looking back all these years I realise how extremely lucky I was to have such an understanding girlfriend at such a young age.
However, Emily would soon change all that when we went to the popular and crazy resort of Magaluf, on one of the Balearic Islands, Mallorca. It is to young Brits what Cancun is to young Americans. Alcohol, drugs, sex and more sex.