Most of the time my husband goes along with whatever I suggest about having sex with other guys. Sometimes though he likes to set things up – like the time with Sam, and the first time with Paul and his friends. I know he wouldn’t suggest anything that I wouldn’t want. So when he said he’d like me to be blindfolded for a Saturday afternoon session, I had no hesitation is agreeing.

That afternoon he got me to shower, then put on stockings and suspenders and lie on his bed, in a position where it would be easy for him to get his chair next to me. Then he blindfolded me, and slowly stroked me from neck to knees, before placing a hand between my legs and using his fingers to get my juices flowing nicely. By the time the doorbell rang, he had me on the verge of orgasm.

“Don’t move,” he said. “I’ll be right back”

I heard him talking to whoever had arrived as he led them to his bedroom, and I resisted the urge to touch myself or to move. I knew that when they walked into the room, they would see me lying on the bed, thighs spread, legs towards them, my pussy swollen and aroused and glistening with my pussy juices.

“There she is,” I heard my husband say and heard an intake of breath. “I’ve got her ready for you.” I heard the sound of undressing, and then a weight on the bed as somebody moved to join me. There was warm breath on my thighs, and then a tongue licked its way up my slit. Then the guy moved up the bed and I instinctively reached down for his cock.

“No,” my husband said. Let him put it in.

I inhaled the scent of the guy when he kissed me, eager to have him enter me. Then the tip was at my entrance and slowly he slid in. He was thick – very thick – and I felt my pussy lips open to receive him. As he slid in it was obvious there wasn’t just girth, there was length as well. I tried to guess how long – seven, eight, maybe nine inches before he was fully inside me.

“You like that, Julie?” my husband asked

“Fuck yes,” I answered. “Are you sure that’s just one cock?”

The guy inside me laughed. “I’m glad you like it.” Then he started to move inside me – slowly, using the full length, letting me get used to being filled. I was already close to orgasm before he’d entered me, but after a minute of being fucked I was ready to let go.

“Make her come,” my husband said and the guy started to pick up the pace. I craned my neck up to kiss him and concentrated on the feeling of my pussy being filled, and then my body was shaking as I came. The guy paused inside me until my orgasm was finished. I was expecting him to start thrusting again, but instead he slowly withdrew.

“What?” I asked

“Just wait,” my husband replied.

The bed moved as the guy got off, and then there was the weight of a body moving to join me again. I kept my hands by my side, resisting the temptation to touch his cock. The guy kissed me (this one had a beard) and slid the tip of his cock up and down my slit a couple of times before starting to enter me.

“Fuck,” I said. This guy was even thicker. Not as long though … maybe seven and a bit I guessed when he was fully inside me. The guy kissed me, then nuzzled my breasts in turn, then raised himself up on his hands and started to thrust. He went harder than the first guy, pressing me down into the bed with each inward thrust, and soon I was holding back my next orgasm

“Let it go, sweetheart,” my husband said. I want to see you coming over and over.

The guy lowered to his elbows and kissed me and then another orgasm shook through me, making me leak a little squirt.

“Good girl,” my husband said. “You can take off your blindfold now”

I took it off and looked up at the guy inside me. “Hi,” he said, and smiled, before withdrawing his cock and moving up the bed to offer it to my willing mouth. The guy who’d fucked me first moved onto the bed and knlet between my thighs. I paused in sucking the other guy’s cock to look at his magnificent erection, then he positioned it and started to fuck me again.