How it all started (prequel to Wife’s night out)

How a wife started her journey fulfilling the whispered fantasies of her husband.

Had a few issues posting the first story (Wife’s night out) but this is the story of Rachel’s first, tentative steps into my fantasy. I must admit I was apprehensive when it started but she says that I fuck her better when she has a tale to tell than any other time.

Rachel leaned back as she straddled her husband Andy, his cock twitching as she rubbed her pussy up and down its length. A smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at him.

“So, you know how you’re always telling me your fantasy is to see me suck another man’s cock, to see me swallow him in my mouth while you hammer my pussy?”

Andy put his hands on her hips, holding her still. “You always tell me to stop, that you’re only for me”.

Rachel giggled “and then I always cum hard with your fingers in my mouth and cock buried in me”

“What are you trying to tell me?” Andy asked, his voice breaking nervously.

Rachel lifted herself up, grasping Andy’s cock and guided it inside her as she settled back down with a satisfied sigh. “I’m saying you missed your chance this weekend”
She felt Andy’s cock twitch inside her, sensed it hardening even more as she started to rock back and forth.
“What? Tell me” Andy gasped, his hardness betraying his interest.

"You know Laura and I went out last night, to that club in Leeds?" Rachel started, her voice dripping with mischief. "You know how she gets when she's had a few drinks."

Andy swallowed hard, his fingers drumming against his knee. "Yeah, I know. So, did you two have a good time?"

Rachel laughed, a low, sultry sound. "Oh, we did, only we didn’t go out alone. You know Laura has the hots for her neighbour, Steve? She invited him and his friend Mark to join us. You remember Mark, right? Tall, dark hair, always has that smirk on his face."

Andy nodded, his jaw tightening. He remembered Mark all too well. The guy had a reputation, and not just for his sharp wit.

Rachel continued, her fingers trailing across Andy’s chest, twisting the hair as she went. "So, there we were, in the club, music pumping, bodies grinding. Laura and Steve were all over each other. But you know what? Mark kept trying to get into my pants."

Andy’s eyes darkened. "That fucker. Did he touch you?"

Rachel smirked, her hand sliding up her thigh. "He tried. Kept pushing, getting closer. I told him to back off, but he didn’t listen."

Andy’s breath hitched. "What happened?"

Rachel leaned forward, her breasts hanging tantalisingly close to Andy’s mouth. "When we were dancing he kept putting his arms round me, he grabbed my boobs while he ground against me and squeezed my arse when I danced with him."

Andy groaned, his hands gripping Rachel’s hips as she moved faster. "How much did you let him get away with?"

“Patience” Rachel laughed, low and throaty. "We left to get a taxi home. Laura and Steve were making out next to us, it was so hot watching them together.
and he put his hand on my thigh. I pushed it away, but he just kept going, working his way up my dress."

Andy’s cock twitched at the mental image, his own hand shifting to rest more firmly on her leg. "And you let him?"

Rachel exhaled sharply, her eyes darkening with the memory. "No. At first. But then... fuck, Andy, he slipped his fingers under my knicker, and I was so wet from dancing, so turned on by watching Laura and Steve making out, that I just... let him." She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "He fingered me right there in the backseat, with Laura and Mark making out next to us like it was nothing."

Andy groaned, his grip on her thigh tightening. "Jesus, Rachel. You let him finger you in a taxi with your friend right there?"

“Yeah. Well we got to Laura’s house, her and Steve got out. Mark stayed put, told them he would split the fare with me if the taxi took us home. I should have said no, told him to stay at Marks like he planned but I said nothing. When we set off again he pulled me onto his lap, his fingers working me over. I was soaked, Andy. Soaked."

Andy’s eyes were wild, his voice rough. "Did you come?"

Rachel shook her head, her fingers toying with her nipples. "Not then. But I gave in. I let him touch me. Let him finger me right there in the taxi, with the driver watching in the rearview mirror."

Andy’s breath came faster. "What did you do next?"

Rachel lay down on Andy, rolling over so he was on top of her. "He pulled my top down and sucked my tits right there in the taxi, Andy. Hard, rough, just like I like it. I’m surprised we didn’t crash because the taxi driver couldn’t stop ogling us"

Rachel’s nails dug into Andy’s shoulders as he pistoned inside her, legs wrapped around him.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned. "Right there. Don’t stop, fuck me like you own me."

Andy’s breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck, Rachel. You’re killing me."

“Mark said that I shouldn’t be the only one having fun so I bent over and unbuckled his jeans. God, his cock was lovely, nice and thick, just the perfect length. I took it in my mouth" she purred, her voice dripping with wicked delight. "A rough, sloppy blowjob, right there in the taxi with my tits hanging out and his fingers banging into my pussy while the driver watched us. I came so hard, Andy.”

Andy kissed her roughly, his voice a growl. "Fuck, Rachel. Did you swallow?"

Rachel shook her head, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "No. I pulled away, he came all over my tits while he jacked himself off, watching me like a fucking animal." She licked her lips, her voice dripping with desire.

Did you let him fuck you?” Andy asked.

Rachel shook her head, her lips swollen from his kiss. "No. “I wiped myself down, and told him to take me home.

But "But now? Now I want you to fuck me, Andy. I want you to remind me who I belong to."

"You want this?" Andy growled, his mouth crashing down on her breasts, sucking and nipping at Rachel cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her, hard and fast

"Oh, God, Andy," she gasped. "Yes, just like that. Fuck me harder."

He obeyed, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of their bodies filling the room. Rachel’s breath came in ragged gasps, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Andy reached up, pinching her nipples, and Rachel screamed, her back arching off the bed.

"Come for me," Andy demanded, his voice rough. "Come on my cock, Rachel."

She didn’t need the encouragement. The pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her juices coating his shaft. Andy groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum," he growled, pulling out just in time to shoot his load all over her tits. Rachel watched, her hand rubbing his cum into her skin, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

Andy collapsed beside her, his chest heaving. Rachel turned to him, a smirk on her lips. "So, how was your night?"

Andy laughed, pulling her close. "Best night ever, Rachel. Best night ever."

Let me know if you enjoy it in the comments. Rachel’s been busy with her body count and doesn’t spare the details.