The race

I have been married for almost 25 years and have a good marriage. I love my husband very much and he loves me. We do fun things together and enjoy each other's presence. Our sex is fine, but I'm starting to long to get a good fuck. My husband has never made me cum with his cock. It was always pumping for 5 minutes, cumming and falling asleep. Leaving me with a cunt full of cum and an unsatisfied feeling.

I got bored and started rejecting. For my husband there is nothing better than to let me enjoy myself. Frustrated, he handed me over. I started with an ejaculation ban. That almost immediately resulted in an alert, caring man. His oral skills got better and better. It was amazing. Over time, that too became a routine, despite my orgasms on that luscious tongue of his. I found out that he googled a lot on femdom and teasing on the internet. More and more often, sir did not feel like it and I found underpants with white traces in the wash. I bought him a chastity cage and locked him up 24/7.

In the past year and a half he became increasingly pal, helped a lot with the household and he treated me like a princess. When I raised my voice he would go into his shell and I could do anything with him. Usually it degenerated into a wonderful lovemaking.

Lately he has mentioned a few times that he would like to have another man fuck me. I was taken aback, you don't do that in a marriage. Certainly not in light of my traditional upbringing. On his computer I found adultery and cuckolding sites. Not my thing at all.

At parties and birthdays I got horny looks from him when I was having a nice chat with a man. Then invariably followed a great lovemaking with multiple orgasms for me.

It's Sunday and this afternoon two friends are coming to watch the F1 race with Max Verstappen. Always fun with beer and chips. I don't like it that much and take care of the men's wet and dry things. I start preparing early. My husband is still asleep. I cut cheese cubes, pieces of sausage and prepare all kinds of other tasty things. When my husband enters the kitchen, I get a delicious kiss on the back of my neck. Will you take care of the beer, I ask. I don't feel like lugging crates around. He gets the Hertogjes and puts them in the fridge.

Everything is ready for a pleasant afternoon. I jump in the shower for a while. When I soap myself I feel warm. I've been looking forward to being busted for a while, but I don't dare ask my husband, afraid of disappointment.

My husband's sites come up and I feel my pussy tugging. I just don't know what to do with my feelings. Actually, I just know: today is the day.

I soak myself in some soap and with a sharp knife I remove the stubble from my lips. He always liked it when I'm smooth, but so as not to spoil him too much, I don't shave too much.

For a moment I consider bringing myself to a climax and abandoning my plan. It takes effort to keep my hands off myself.

I dry off with a soft, scented towel. My skin feels electric. I stand in front of my wardrobe and wonder what to wear. I decide to put on the thong body that I bought for him on a whim, but never worn it. The lace bodice is transparent and the string of the thong is a string of pearls, hooked to the back. I feel the balls go past my anus and settle between my labia. When I move it gives me a horny feeling. Why have I never worn this, I wonder. A slightly shiny, red stretch miniskirt shows off my buttocks nicely. The hem runs just below the edges and I turn the top over. A horny feeling shoots through my crotch as I think about the view when I bend over. I grab a white shirt from my husband and put it on. It's way too wide and I don't fasten many buttons. Shoes become my heels. Not too high because I don't walk in heels much. I look at myself in the mirror and purse my lips: go for it girl, sounds in my head.

Downstairs I hear the race start. I hear bottles. Apparently my husband took the first round. I carefully walk down the stairs, those heels, but also the pearl necklace that massages my slits, make it difficult. In the kitchen I hold on to the counter for a while. My head is spinning, do I dare to do this?

Then I straighten my back and pick up the platter of sausage and cheese. I hear the men discussing the start and the first round. Apparently I'm not the only one who is tense. When I enter the room it is suddenly silent. My husband, who is sitting with his back to me, is watching TV, mesmerized. Two pairs of eyes are on me. With my breasts out and head erect I walk to the coffee table. Exciting ? Well sure, I hear one of the friends say. I don't know if he's referring to the race or me. In any case, I'm starting to leak nicely. I bend my ass to my husband. The other men have a nice view of my cleavage. I turn around and whisper in my husband's ear: I'm going to let you live your fantasy. His mouth falls open.

Then I go back to the kitchen. I feel the men's eyes burning on my buttocks. The hem has moved up a few inches. Just before I disappear from sight I pull it back into place.

In the kitchen I lean my hands on the counter. I gasp and enjoy my horny feelings. Then I feel someone's presence. It's my husband. My heart shrinks. What are you up to, he whispers in my ear. You know that, I say. He moans. I think his cage is like an iron fist on his cock. Hmm, he says and walks back to his seat. I let some time pass and go back inside with four beers. I give the guests one each and then my husband. I lick my lips and watch him turn red. Then I sit between the two men on the couch. They don't know how fast to move a little bit. In a normal voice I ask how the race is going. Max is fifth is the answer. Nothing else happens. I do see two red heads sitting next to me and one tense in front of me. I try to have a conversation about the race, but the men don't give a damn. When I want to get cheese I reach forward. My ass must be visible to the men. The pearl necklace tightens between my lips; it hurts pleasantly. The men sit next to me like two pillars of salt. My husband keeps a close eye on me; he doesn't want to miss a second of my race. When I want to sit down again I stumble and land

accidentally

on the lap of one of the men. I slide back into place, but grab his crotch. I feel a hard-on in his pants. I start stroking his crotch. Despite the fact that I see a wedding ring on his finger, he doesn't ward me off, but starts to caress me. I feel two other hands go over my back. I lie down on the couch. My legs are being worked on by one of the men. The other man takes care of my breasts. I also see a wedding ring on him. He unbuttons the shirt and caresses my breasts and stomach. The other man raises his hands to my crotch. He gasps when he feels the pearls between my lips. He strokes it with his finger, which I feel in my clit. I turn around, unbutton a pair of trousers and pull them down. A nice cock pops out. I caress em and decide to take em in my mouth. It tastes great. Slowly I let the velvety skin slip between my lips. It takes some effort to get all the way down to the trunk, but it works. I massage his balls with my hand, while sucking heavily. I feel my skirt being ripped off my buttocks and landing on the floor. A warm tongue begins its search between my wet lips. I hear slobbering. Is that me or is that him? I float away in my daze. Far away I hear a zipper going down and a pair of trousers rubbing against my legs. I stop sucking and turn around. A surprised man stands behind me, ready to take me. I get up and walk to the kitchen. I see 10 laps to go. I'm panting for a moment. I take off my shirt and skirt. Then I grab a bowl of sausages and walk back inside. I present the sausages and put the dish on the table. Then I take the cock of the other man. This one is a lot thicker and longer than the previous one. I put my lips around the purple head and suck it in. I can't get much further than half way. I hear panting above me. The other man has discovered that the string of pearls can be unhooked and slowly takes it up and down. I feel this intensely in between my lips and over my clit. Not to forget the feeling along my anus. I start panting and can't concentrate on blowing. Then I feel an orgasm coming on. I almost explode and hang in the arms of one of the men.

I sit on the couch and take a sip of my beer. The men are now unstoppable. I beckon my husband. Give me away, I gasp. He stands up and beckons one of the men. He runs his fingers through my wet slit and lubricates the man's cock. I almost can not wait. My husband takes the cock between my lips and holds it right in front of the entrance. In one go the man thrusts in and starts fucking with short thrusts. I scream. I've never felt this. Then the man retreats. For a moment I don't know what they want man sees it: the man with the big cock lies down on the couch and I have to straddle him. My husband holds up the man's cock and I lower myself over it. He is fat and tall. It looks like I'm being torn apart. When my lips touch his trunk I come shaking. The man below me starts thrusting and immediately I come back. This orgasm continues. I don't know what hit me and I scream. I feel something pressing against my star. No, I shout, but it's too late: my man guides the smaller cock into my anus. It hurts for a while, but it's all well lubricated. I keep coming. The men keep going. Then I know: they wait until the finish line. I'm going to make that difficult for them. I start squeezing and massaging. Both men are having a hard time. Then I hear the commentator in the background. Apparently the race is being fought to the finish line. The last corner and the final sprint. I feel another orgasm coming on. Then the cock starts throbbing in my ass. I hear the man moan as he crosses the line with Louis Hamilton. Also the man in my cunt forcefully squirts his load into my cunt. I feel his cum spray against my uterus.

Exhausted, I fall down on the man below me. He lovingly wraps his arms around me. I get up and see three racers on the podium. I tell my husband to lie down and he lies down on his back on the floor. I step over him and sit with my cunt on his mouth. He gobbles up his friends' cum mixed with my juices. My asterisk is also not forgotten. The two friends look on in shock. Slowly but surely it becomes less slippery between my lips and my husband licks me to a final climax.

When I am back on earth I see my husband looking at me lovingly. He kisses me and massages my hands. Thank you for the beautiful experience, he says softly. I say nothing, but the pleasure is all mine.