The Homeless Shelter ch. 15
I was enjoying the weekend, Ted. My husband was home from his work trip and wouldn’t be going away for another couple of weeks, which, although I was glad about it, left me with a quandary. I’d arranged to meet Gil and several of his homeless friends on Wednesday of the coming week, and although I was determined to follow through on my promise, I couldn’t help but worry about it. Coming home late wasn’t an issue; I often had to work late at short notice. Ted knew that, but how the hell would I get in and deal with the fact I was full of cum and would probably smell of grime sex and possibly piss from laying on a grubby mattress?
However, as I lay on my back with Ted fucking me like a man who hadn’t seen his wife for a year as opposed to just a few days, I tried not to think about it and all my other infidelity, which had gotten totally out of control. I had become nothing more than a slut, and although I was ashamed of myself, I knew I couldn’t give it up. But how long would it be before I got caught? I wondered. Seconds later, all thoughts of that fled from my mind as my second orgasm of the evening surged through my body.
I finally came down from my orgasmic high and opened my eyes to see Ted standing by the side of the bed, pouring out two glasses of wine. He handed me one before lying beside me, giving me a kiss, and telling me he loved me. We lay together in silence for a few moments before Ted suddenly said, “Have you ever thought about having sex with another man?”
My heart almost thumped out of my chest, and my blood ran cold. My god! Has he found something out about my infidelity? I wondered. Trying to keep composed and not let my voice give me away, I said, “What on earth made you ask me that now?” Ted rolled onto his side and looked at me, smiling. I breathed a little sigh of relief inside; he wouldn’t be smiling if this was bad, I thought. He then went on to explain the reason for his question, telling me that for the past few weeks when he had been away, he had gotten to know a guy of a similar age to us, late fifties, for anyone who can’t remember, pretty well, and they’d had some quite open conversations about their wives and their sex lives.
My eyes widened, and I did feel a little tingle of excitement thinking about my husband talking about me to other men. Go on!” I asked, smiling as I looked into Ted’s eyes. Ted went on to tell me that the guy in question and his wife had decided to involve others in their sex lives several years ago, and it had proven to be amazing. They both had fun with others, and if anything, it enhanced their own sexual lives with each other. Ted told me about the couple, and he confided in me that following several conversations he’d had with Gregg (the guy), he’d fantasized about us doing something similar, even on occasions when we were having sex.
I was a little speechless, and my mind was going at a thousand miles an hour, almost not believing what I was hearing. Ted and I, back in our younger days, had occasionally talked about being with others, especially during some of our very exhibitionist times, when we had fantasized about somebody who saw us just coming over and joining in, and although we had discussed it, we had both decided it should just remain a fantasy. Now Ted was basically asking me if I had ever thought about doing what I had been doing for the last several months, albeit without his knowledge or blessing.
I had to control my urges and stop making any assumption that it was a done deal in Ted’s head: “I think we need to talk more about it.” I calmly said.
“So you haven’t said no?” Ted asked.
I looked at Ted and told him he was right. I hadn’t said no, but I hadn’t said yes either. I also confided in him that if I said I’d never fantasized about another guy the odd time during our marriage, I’d be lying, as I’m sure he would be if he told me he’d never fantasized about another woman. Ted gave me a wry smile and confirmed that he had and that he had fantasized about seeing me with another man, especially after some of his conversations with Gregg. I thought for one minute he was getting around to suggesting we involve Gregg. I knew I wanted to see other men; I had been doing so for months, but I wanted to keep control, so I had to play it cool and carefully.
“Ok honey! Let’s assume we are both willing, in principle, to go down this road. Let’s spend some time discussing it in depth.” I suggested. Ted agreed, and for the next hour or so, we discussed it all. Pros and cons: who, what, where, when, how, and so forth. At the end of the conversation, although we were now both a little *****, we had kind of agreed that we would genuinely give it a try. We had agreed that to start, we would look at involving another man; Ted would have to be present, and if at any time things got too much for either of us, we could pull the plug, no questions asked.
“So! Any ideas on a likely candidate?” Ted asked. I knew I could have gotten several men to come and fuck me. Rick at work, Zac from the sex shop, or several homeless guys, but I had to play things cool and we had also agreed to not do anything in our home for now. As I thought about it, I once again thought about Todd, who owned the liquor store, and his words after the first time he had fucked me: “Any time, posh lady!” he’d said. Although I didn’t know his situation, he was certainly a candidate, so I decided to test the water.
“Well! There is only one guy who springs to mind who may fit the bill, although I don’t know him well or much about him; however, I do think he kind of fancies me, and he’s pretty good-looking and charming.” I told Ted. “Ted looked a little surprised that I said I knew someone but said, “Go on. Tell me more.” I then described Todd to Ted, including the fact that he was black, which Ted told me he didn’t mind. I explained that I only knew Todd as we used that liquor store to buy booze if we were having drinks at work for a birthday or office party, and on a couple of occasions when I had bought, he had been charming, complimented me on how I looked, and given me a free bottle of wine.
Ted didn’t seem to mind anything I told him, and he asked me if I’d be willing to approach Todd and sound him out. I agreed, and we kind of left things there, forgetting about it for the rest of the weekend. Monday morning arrived, and Ted hadn’t mentioned anything about our conversation, so I was sort of thinking he may have forgotten about it and it was just a spur-of-the moment fantasy thing. I soon found out I was wrong when, just as I was leaving for work, Ted asked, “Are you going to go and see Todd today, honey?”
I took a deep breath and told him I would. My insides were tingling at the prospect of it all, and I headed off to work, wishing lunch time was here already. I found it hard to concentrate all morning, and a few minutes before midday, I headed off to the liquor store. Thankfully, Todd was in and alone when I entered the shop. I quickly told Todd I needed to talk to him, and he locked the store and led me to the back room, offered me a seat, and asked me what the issue was. I explained all and established that he wasn’t married and that he had his own very nice apartment in a nice part of town. It all seemed ideal, and Todd told me he’d be willing and would not mention anything about our previous fun. “Talking of fun. Fancy some now, posh lady?”
As he spoke to me, Todd rubbed his groin, and I could see his cock had already begun to get hard in his pants. I knew I shouldn’t, as I had to go back to work, but I just couldn’t help myself. My insides tingled, and my mouth drooled at the thought of Todd fucking me. “Will you do it quickly and rough?” I asked, sounding very subservient.
Get your fucking pants off and bend over that desk.” Todd said. As soon as he said that, my cunt juices gushed. I stood up and slipped off my now-soaked pants while Todd unleashed his huge cock, which was now hard and throbbing. I lifted my dress and bent over the desk. I felt Todd’s hand on my left buttock, pulling it to the side a little and opening up the entrance to my love hole a little. Todd pressed his cock head against my hole and paused very briefly before ramming it into me, right to the hilt.
“Oooooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Fuck! I gasped as he began to fuck me hard and fast. He was fucking me so hard it hurt, but I loved it and begged him to do it harder. Todd grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so hard that my scalp stung, and I almost cried.
“Is this how you want me to fuck you in front of your husband?” He growled.
My pre-orgasmic tremors began to rumble through me at the thought that he may soon be doing that, and I imagined what Ted would think of his slut wife having a big black cock up her cunt, brutally fucking her. “Ohhhhhh! Yesssss! Yes, just like this, fuck me hard and cream my married cunt as my husband watches on.” I shrieked. Todd went even harder, spurred on by my words. I was seconds away from orgasm, and I begged him to do it harder and make me cum. Todd pulled my hair harder, the burning in my head matching the burning in my neck. Then, as he unleashed spurt after spurt of cum inside me, I came hard, my whole body shaking.
After a few minutes, Todd pulled his cock out of me, and instead of grabbing some tissue from the roll, he made me clean his dripping cock with my mouth. I loved the taste of our mixed cumin juice on his cock and told him I wanted to make me do that again in front of my husband. As we finished up, I arranged for Ted and I to meet Todd in a bar near his apartment at 8 p.m. on Saturday so we could have a few drinks and see where things led.
Once again, I reinforced the point that we had to act like we’d only briefly met in the store, and I told him what I’d told Ted about him giving me the odd bottle of wine and being very complimentary, which is why I chose him for our swinging experiment. I also told Todd about my planned meeting with Gil and some of his friends on this coming Wednesday. He smiled and then gave me two bottles of whiskey, telling me that it would save me coming in for them on Wednesday, as the last thing I needed was his cocking me up before meeting Gil and half a dozen guys.
I went back to work, stashed the whiskey in my desk drawer, and checked my diary. “Oh Fuck!! I exclaimed under my breath. I realized I had a 3 p.m. meeting with my boss, Brian. He was a really good boss and treated me well, allowing me to be quite flexible with my hours, so if I worked late a couple of nights, I could take a day off at the end of the week and so forth. He’d made no secret of the fact that he had the hots for me.
He was a married guy in his sixties and told me he was no longer getting it at home, during one drunken moment at an office party. We had put it behind us and still got on very well. Now I had to sit through a meeting with him after just being fucked by Todd. I wondered if Brian would detect a smell of sex on me. I thought about having a good clean-up in the bathroom but decided against it as I hoped Brian would smell sex on me, and the thought made me smile to myself.
I went along to the meeting with Brian in his office. We both sat in comfortable lounge-style chairs around a small coffee table. There were four chairs, but rather than sit opposite him, I decided to sit in the chair next to Brian, so I was at ninety degrees to him. He had arranged coffee, which was in a pot in the center of the table, along with cups. When Brian was looking through his notes, I could feel Todd’s cum leaking into my pants, and I could taste the residue of a mixture of cum and pussy juice in my mouth from when I’d cleaned Todd’s cock. I felt so horny and undid an extra button on my dress.
I waited for Brian to look up, and I leaned forward, grabbing the coffee pot. “Shall I pour?” I asked, knowing that Brian would have a good view down my dress and see my cleavage. After pouring coffee, I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs, showing much more thigh than I’d normally do. All through the meeting, Brian fidgeted in his chair; he kept staring at my tits and my legs. I knew he wanted me, and the slut I’d become took over my thoughts. I decided right there and then that I was going to let him fuck me in the very near future.
The day finished, and when I got home, Ted had already prepared dinner. We ate and drank some wine. I knew he was dying to ask if I’d seen Todd. I smiled and told him I had, and I told him of the arrangement I’d made to meet Todd in a bar so we could all have a drink and get to know each other. Ted looked so excited and couldn’t wait to get me into bed. We fucked for a couple of hours, and he commented a couple of times about how wet and dripping my pussycat was. What he didn’t know was that some of that wetness was Todd’s cum. Without even knowing it, he had already shared my cunt on the same day as Todd, and in a few days, he would be sharing it at the same time. I smiled as we drifted off to sleep, thinking that I couldn’t wait for Saturday to arrive.
However, as I lay on my back with Ted fucking me like a man who hadn’t seen his wife for a year as opposed to just a few days, I tried not to think about it and all my other infidelity, which had gotten totally out of control. I had become nothing more than a slut, and although I was ashamed of myself, I knew I couldn’t give it up. But how long would it be before I got caught? I wondered. Seconds later, all thoughts of that fled from my mind as my second orgasm of the evening surged through my body.
I finally came down from my orgasmic high and opened my eyes to see Ted standing by the side of the bed, pouring out two glasses of wine. He handed me one before lying beside me, giving me a kiss, and telling me he loved me. We lay together in silence for a few moments before Ted suddenly said, “Have you ever thought about having sex with another man?”
My heart almost thumped out of my chest, and my blood ran cold. My god! Has he found something out about my infidelity? I wondered. Trying to keep composed and not let my voice give me away, I said, “What on earth made you ask me that now?” Ted rolled onto his side and looked at me, smiling. I breathed a little sigh of relief inside; he wouldn’t be smiling if this was bad, I thought. He then went on to explain the reason for his question, telling me that for the past few weeks when he had been away, he had gotten to know a guy of a similar age to us, late fifties, for anyone who can’t remember, pretty well, and they’d had some quite open conversations about their wives and their sex lives.
My eyes widened, and I did feel a little tingle of excitement thinking about my husband talking about me to other men. Go on!” I asked, smiling as I looked into Ted’s eyes. Ted went on to tell me that the guy in question and his wife had decided to involve others in their sex lives several years ago, and it had proven to be amazing. They both had fun with others, and if anything, it enhanced their own sexual lives with each other. Ted told me about the couple, and he confided in me that following several conversations he’d had with Gregg (the guy), he’d fantasized about us doing something similar, even on occasions when we were having sex.
I was a little speechless, and my mind was going at a thousand miles an hour, almost not believing what I was hearing. Ted and I, back in our younger days, had occasionally talked about being with others, especially during some of our very exhibitionist times, when we had fantasized about somebody who saw us just coming over and joining in, and although we had discussed it, we had both decided it should just remain a fantasy. Now Ted was basically asking me if I had ever thought about doing what I had been doing for the last several months, albeit without his knowledge or blessing.
I had to control my urges and stop making any assumption that it was a done deal in Ted’s head: “I think we need to talk more about it.” I calmly said.
“So you haven’t said no?” Ted asked.
I looked at Ted and told him he was right. I hadn’t said no, but I hadn’t said yes either. I also confided in him that if I said I’d never fantasized about another guy the odd time during our marriage, I’d be lying, as I’m sure he would be if he told me he’d never fantasized about another woman. Ted gave me a wry smile and confirmed that he had and that he had fantasized about seeing me with another man, especially after some of his conversations with Gregg. I thought for one minute he was getting around to suggesting we involve Gregg. I knew I wanted to see other men; I had been doing so for months, but I wanted to keep control, so I had to play it cool and carefully.
“Ok honey! Let’s assume we are both willing, in principle, to go down this road. Let’s spend some time discussing it in depth.” I suggested. Ted agreed, and for the next hour or so, we discussed it all. Pros and cons: who, what, where, when, how, and so forth. At the end of the conversation, although we were now both a little *****, we had kind of agreed that we would genuinely give it a try. We had agreed that to start, we would look at involving another man; Ted would have to be present, and if at any time things got too much for either of us, we could pull the plug, no questions asked.
“So! Any ideas on a likely candidate?” Ted asked. I knew I could have gotten several men to come and fuck me. Rick at work, Zac from the sex shop, or several homeless guys, but I had to play things cool and we had also agreed to not do anything in our home for now. As I thought about it, I once again thought about Todd, who owned the liquor store, and his words after the first time he had fucked me: “Any time, posh lady!” he’d said. Although I didn’t know his situation, he was certainly a candidate, so I decided to test the water.
“Well! There is only one guy who springs to mind who may fit the bill, although I don’t know him well or much about him; however, I do think he kind of fancies me, and he’s pretty good-looking and charming.” I told Ted. “Ted looked a little surprised that I said I knew someone but said, “Go on. Tell me more.” I then described Todd to Ted, including the fact that he was black, which Ted told me he didn’t mind. I explained that I only knew Todd as we used that liquor store to buy booze if we were having drinks at work for a birthday or office party, and on a couple of occasions when I had bought, he had been charming, complimented me on how I looked, and given me a free bottle of wine.
Ted didn’t seem to mind anything I told him, and he asked me if I’d be willing to approach Todd and sound him out. I agreed, and we kind of left things there, forgetting about it for the rest of the weekend. Monday morning arrived, and Ted hadn’t mentioned anything about our conversation, so I was sort of thinking he may have forgotten about it and it was just a spur-of-the moment fantasy thing. I soon found out I was wrong when, just as I was leaving for work, Ted asked, “Are you going to go and see Todd today, honey?”
I took a deep breath and told him I would. My insides were tingling at the prospect of it all, and I headed off to work, wishing lunch time was here already. I found it hard to concentrate all morning, and a few minutes before midday, I headed off to the liquor store. Thankfully, Todd was in and alone when I entered the shop. I quickly told Todd I needed to talk to him, and he locked the store and led me to the back room, offered me a seat, and asked me what the issue was. I explained all and established that he wasn’t married and that he had his own very nice apartment in a nice part of town. It all seemed ideal, and Todd told me he’d be willing and would not mention anything about our previous fun. “Talking of fun. Fancy some now, posh lady?”
As he spoke to me, Todd rubbed his groin, and I could see his cock had already begun to get hard in his pants. I knew I shouldn’t, as I had to go back to work, but I just couldn’t help myself. My insides tingled, and my mouth drooled at the thought of Todd fucking me. “Will you do it quickly and rough?” I asked, sounding very subservient.
Get your fucking pants off and bend over that desk.” Todd said. As soon as he said that, my cunt juices gushed. I stood up and slipped off my now-soaked pants while Todd unleashed his huge cock, which was now hard and throbbing. I lifted my dress and bent over the desk. I felt Todd’s hand on my left buttock, pulling it to the side a little and opening up the entrance to my love hole a little. Todd pressed his cock head against my hole and paused very briefly before ramming it into me, right to the hilt.
“Oooooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Fuck! I gasped as he began to fuck me hard and fast. He was fucking me so hard it hurt, but I loved it and begged him to do it harder. Todd grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so hard that my scalp stung, and I almost cried.
“Is this how you want me to fuck you in front of your husband?” He growled.
My pre-orgasmic tremors began to rumble through me at the thought that he may soon be doing that, and I imagined what Ted would think of his slut wife having a big black cock up her cunt, brutally fucking her. “Ohhhhhh! Yesssss! Yes, just like this, fuck me hard and cream my married cunt as my husband watches on.” I shrieked. Todd went even harder, spurred on by my words. I was seconds away from orgasm, and I begged him to do it harder and make me cum. Todd pulled my hair harder, the burning in my head matching the burning in my neck. Then, as he unleashed spurt after spurt of cum inside me, I came hard, my whole body shaking.
After a few minutes, Todd pulled his cock out of me, and instead of grabbing some tissue from the roll, he made me clean his dripping cock with my mouth. I loved the taste of our mixed cumin juice on his cock and told him I wanted to make me do that again in front of my husband. As we finished up, I arranged for Ted and I to meet Todd in a bar near his apartment at 8 p.m. on Saturday so we could have a few drinks and see where things led.
Once again, I reinforced the point that we had to act like we’d only briefly met in the store, and I told him what I’d told Ted about him giving me the odd bottle of wine and being very complimentary, which is why I chose him for our swinging experiment. I also told Todd about my planned meeting with Gil and some of his friends on this coming Wednesday. He smiled and then gave me two bottles of whiskey, telling me that it would save me coming in for them on Wednesday, as the last thing I needed was his cocking me up before meeting Gil and half a dozen guys.
I went back to work, stashed the whiskey in my desk drawer, and checked my diary. “Oh Fuck!! I exclaimed under my breath. I realized I had a 3 p.m. meeting with my boss, Brian. He was a really good boss and treated me well, allowing me to be quite flexible with my hours, so if I worked late a couple of nights, I could take a day off at the end of the week and so forth. He’d made no secret of the fact that he had the hots for me.
He was a married guy in his sixties and told me he was no longer getting it at home, during one drunken moment at an office party. We had put it behind us and still got on very well. Now I had to sit through a meeting with him after just being fucked by Todd. I wondered if Brian would detect a smell of sex on me. I thought about having a good clean-up in the bathroom but decided against it as I hoped Brian would smell sex on me, and the thought made me smile to myself.
I went along to the meeting with Brian in his office. We both sat in comfortable lounge-style chairs around a small coffee table. There were four chairs, but rather than sit opposite him, I decided to sit in the chair next to Brian, so I was at ninety degrees to him. He had arranged coffee, which was in a pot in the center of the table, along with cups. When Brian was looking through his notes, I could feel Todd’s cum leaking into my pants, and I could taste the residue of a mixture of cum and pussy juice in my mouth from when I’d cleaned Todd’s cock. I felt so horny and undid an extra button on my dress.
I waited for Brian to look up, and I leaned forward, grabbing the coffee pot. “Shall I pour?” I asked, knowing that Brian would have a good view down my dress and see my cleavage. After pouring coffee, I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs, showing much more thigh than I’d normally do. All through the meeting, Brian fidgeted in his chair; he kept staring at my tits and my legs. I knew he wanted me, and the slut I’d become took over my thoughts. I decided right there and then that I was going to let him fuck me in the very near future.
The day finished, and when I got home, Ted had already prepared dinner. We ate and drank some wine. I knew he was dying to ask if I’d seen Todd. I smiled and told him I had, and I told him of the arrangement I’d made to meet Todd in a bar so we could all have a drink and get to know each other. Ted looked so excited and couldn’t wait to get me into bed. We fucked for a couple of hours, and he commented a couple of times about how wet and dripping my pussycat was. What he didn’t know was that some of that wetness was Todd’s cum. Without even knowing it, he had already shared my cunt on the same day as Todd, and in a few days, he would be sharing it at the same time. I smiled as we drifted off to sleep, thinking that I couldn’t wait for Saturday to arrive.
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