That's the way to do it 
by Chatterly 1996

Forgive me for penning this confession, but  I wish to share my
recent experience with other women who find themselves to have been
in a similar situation. My name is Andrea; and the situation to
which I refer to is: being married with two kids, and most
importantly - their husband being the only man they have ever slept
with.

      I found myself married at twenty-one. As a late developer, I
convinced myself  I was going to be shy and awkward forever; so I
hung onto the first man who showed me more than a passing interest.
It turned out to be Phil who wooed me (although I didn't take much
wooing), and who also somewhere along the line - best forgotten -
took my virginity. All Phil's lovemaking ever amounted to was two
minutes of  pointless poking and gyrating, then all too soon, him
rolling over and closing his eyes. He had always boasted of the
countless women he has had, and often suggested he could have his
pick of the crop if he so desired. So I accepted the bed I had made,
the man I made it with, and lay miserably in it.

Soon after taking my virginity, he proposed marriage and I eagerly
agreed. Phil held onto the privilege of being the only man who had
bedded me for over four years. Then something happened to change all
that, and that's what I am going to relate to you now.  

On my twenty-fifth birthday we dropped the kids off with Phil's mum
and dad, and treated ourselves to an Italian meal. As we were
ushered to our table, Phil caught sight of a couple that was
friendly with his parents. We stopped for a short conversation, only
to be invited to join them at their table. 

John and Sandra were in their late forties, and had never had
children as John was a sergeant Major in the army. Sandra wasn't the
most attractive woman in the world, but she seemed very happy, and
obviously lived only to make her husband happy . She dressed sexily
- obviously to please John - in tight gear that was really much too
young for her. The skirt she wore was far more daring than my own.
As she sat, it practically disappeared from her lap, and required
skill to conceal the bare bits above her stocking tops. I on the
other hand had on a long pleated thing that Phil's mum had given me
for my birthday, and must say that I've never really had the guts to
dress in the way that Sandra did. The only consolation was that I
did have longer legs and bigger tits than Sandra, and knew I would
have suited her outfit better than her.

John poured the wine, and initiated all the conversation. He was a
very commanding man; totally in control over everything - including
his wife. As my glass kept on receiving its fill, I felt a numbness
develop in my lips and a twinge between my legs. I began to feel
randy as I thought of John screwing his submissive wife, and
ordering her to perform for him. She openly played with his leg (and
more) under the table as he sat looking so assured; his wide
shoulders more than filling his dinner jacket. I felt a twinge of
jealousy as she stared so contentedly into his large hazel eyes. 

I excused myself to go to the toilet, and as I sat in the cubicle
with my knickers at my ankles I found myself moving a finger in the
dampness between my legs as I thought more about the couple we were
dining with. I moaned quietly and increased the movement inside my
cunt until I heard someone enter the toilets. When I came out of the
cubicle, Sandra was applying her lipstick and I smiled at her face
in the mirror. I started washing my hands and was aware of the smell
coming from the fingers that moments ago had been deep inside me.

'Are you enjoying your evening?' she said as she straightened her
stockings.

'Yes,' I replied. 'Are you?' She nodded and turned round to face me.

'John was wondering if you and Phil fancied coming back to ours for
a night-cap.' 

'Well I'm not sure,' I replied, but I was certainly sure that I did.

'Oh come on,' she insisted. 'It'll be fun, we can see which of our
men has the biggest cock.' I couldn't believe she had said this, but
she quickly moved out the toilet door and left me standing pondering
on exactly what she meant. Perhaps she fancied Phil - although I
doubted it, considering she had John all to herself.

Back at the table we soon finished our meal, and it was John who
talked Phil into going back to their house.

In the taxi, Phil sat in the front and John sat in the back between
Sandra and myself. He stroked a finger gently up and down his wife's
stocking covered legs. I watched from the corner of my eye and felt
again a moistness developing beneath my knickers. As if I couldn't
help myself, I inched a leg very slowly over next to his. As it
touched him, my heart pounded frantically and I allowed the split in
my long skirt to fall open to reveal my flesh. My face felt flushed
and my eyes were fixed on Phil in the front chatting to the driver;
totally oblivious to the wanton thoughts his young wife was having.
This turned me on more and I pressed my leg harder into John's,
resting one of my hands on my bare thigh - dangerously close to his
lap. Without even seeming to look he grabbed at this wrist and slid
my hand over to the front of his trousers. What I felt made me gasp
involuntary; a hardness - almost as if it couldn't possibly be a
cock. I soon realised it was as I moved my hand carefully from one
end to the other and I felt it react in swelling even further.

I began to get bolder in my movements and Sandra did not seem to
care that I had discovered why she was so committed to her husband.
She smiled straight at me and her hand moved on top of mine and
pressed it firmer into the hardness beneath her husband's trousers.
The taxi jolted to a stop and I quickly retrieved my hand from
John's lap.

Once inside their house, we consumed more wine and chatted as if
nothing had happened. I sat on the floor at Phil's feet, in-front of
a coal fire. The warmth of the fire forced me to stretch my long
legs out and separate my skirt at the split. I knew from where John
was sitting he would be able to see my panties, but I wanted him to.
I wanted to feel again the thrill that had shook me earlier on. 

Sandra suggested she would show me the rest of the house, and once
upstairs, away from the men she told me that John wanted to fuck me.

'You really will enjoy it,' she insisted. I went silent for a moment
and my heart speeded up again. 'He's seen John's cock before, says
it's no bigger than a young boys. Is that right?' I nodded slowly.

 'What about Phil?' I finally said. 'And you? I'm sure you wouldn't
want that.

'I certainly don't mind,' she replied. 'I'm the luckiest woman
alive. I don't mind showing off what I've got.'

I looked at her happy face, and felt again that pining twinge
between my legs. 'But..' I began to say.

'No buts,' she put in. 'I'll take care of Phil.'

I had no idea how any of this was going to come off, but was very
excited to be under the control of this experienced couple.

Downstairs, the men were talking about relationships, and I heard
Phil saying that I had been a virgin when we'd met. Sandra and I
entered the room and John immediately stood up and halted his
conversation with Phil.

'Phil was saying he always wants you to wear sexier clothes,' John
said, and I looked at Phil. Before I could respond, he continued.
'Sandra has some very sexy stuff, come on and I'll show you what I
like her best in.'

He grabbed my hand and marched me back out the room. Sandra shuffled
past us and closed the door behind her and Phil.

'Do you want the fucking of your life?' He whispered as he ushered
me up the stairs.

'Yes,' I mumbled in response. He grabbed my wrists and stopped me on
the top landing.

'What's the magic word then?' he asked pulling me close to his
chest. I looked directly into his masterful eyes. 'Come on,' he
whispered. 'What is it that you say?'

'Please,' I mouthed, not sure if the word actually surfaced.
'Please.' I said it again just to make sure. 

'Does Phil not fill you up?' he asked as we moved into a bedroom. I
just shook my head and felt his hands begin to roam under my
clothes. 'I told him that Sandra fancied him, and that she could
show him a trick or two. He wants to fuck her, and asked me to get
you out the way for a few minutes.'

He lay me back onto the bed and stood directly over me. I realised
that my bra was already undone, and my tits were spilling out of
through the opening in my blouse. He removed his shirt and I viewed
his hard body. My cunt pulsated and longed for some well overdue
attention. I raised up my legs and pulled down my knickers under my
skirt. They felt almost double the weight due to the dampness in
them. I cast them to the ground and undid the two buttons holding my
skirt together. 

With the skirt gone I looked back at John who had just stepped out
of his trousers. The sight that  befell my eyes was incredible: he
didn't have on underwear, and the cock that stood upright - the only
focal point in my sights - was almost as thick as Phil's was long,
and longer than anything my imagination had ever conjured up.  I
reached for it and attempted to encircle my fingers round its girth.
My other hand eased down the foreskin gently exposing a gleaming
deep purple crown; sticky but so healthy and strong looking,  As I
stared in awe at its magnificence,  I felt my cunt opening up in
anticipation of what it was about to receive. Could I take it? I
wondered, but didn't have long to wait before finding out.

John grabbed my legs and pulled me forward. He raised them up over
his solid shoulders and his thick cock began to rub along the
outside of my welcoming slit. I felt an overwhelming feeling rush
through the length of my body, and I cried out for him to shove it
in me. The feeling that took me was so far away from romantic. I
felt like a naughty schoolgirl in need of some punishment: I
imagined this was me losing my virginity, and convinced myself that
it possibly was. He pushed back my legs, holding them firmly by the
ankles and gently eased his waist inwards. I gasped loudly, as if I
required extra oxygen to get me through the next few minutes.  I
inhaled and exhaled air frantically, and in-between emitted a loud
moan as he finally penetrated my body. 

'Oh God yes,' I screamed and pushed my back further towards him,
taking his cock deeper. An orgasm shuddered through me - the first
of many - as he expertly gyrated his lower body.

'That's a perfect fit,' I heard him say; but I was in no mood to
start a conversation. 

'Yes,' was all I shouted - probably a bit too loudly.

'You'll never want Phil in you again,' he whispered passionately,
launching forwards with another burrowing thrust.

'Oh no, not after this,' I squealed, biting my bottom lip. His
talking was exciting me further. 'Please do it to me harder. Please!
Please!' He did, just when I though he could push no further, he
did. 'God I love you,' I shouted. 'I want to be yours, only yours.'

He turned me onto my front and eased into my stretched cunt from the
rear. I took him much easier this time. His hands manfully grabbed
my flushed tits and he squeezed along with every hard thrust that he
presented. As my cunt exploded in yet another orgasm, I felt him
tense and finally release his fluid deep into my body. He continued
the momentum and released a few more orgasms from me before easing
out from my throbbing, pouting pussy. My clitoris tingled as his
semen trickled past it out onto my thigh. 

We lay silent for a few moments until my breathing found its normal
rate. Then he gently began to stroke my hair and face: kissing my
neck and breasts with such contrasting gentleness. As I watched his
cock stir back towards its formidable hardness, I moved down and
took it in my mouth. I had never done this with Phil, but somehow it
felt right to honour such a beautiful cock with some special
attention. I continued this until I felt him spurt his second batch
of fluid of the evening straight into my throat. 

We finally fell asleep, entwined in each others body until I awoke
to the feeling of him pushing into me once again. We fucked a couple
of times before Sandra brought us in some breakfast. 

'Morning,' she shouted cheerily. 'And how are you two this morning?'
She was dressed only in a tiny negligee, but she smiled whole
heartily as she lay a tray at the foot of the bed.  

      'Where's Phil?' I asked, but couldn't help smiling brightly at
my new lover lying next to me.

It turned out that Phil had performed his usual two minute action on
Sandra, but being less than impressed with his performance Sandra
suggested they watch some home made videos of her and her husband at
it to give him some ideas. He was amazed by the whole night and told
me he didn't mind that I'd finally been on the receiving  end of a
good honest fuck. He admitted that he had a long way to go before
being in the same league as John, and agreed that there was no point
in him attempting to fuck me again. If he's good, then he gets to
clean me out with his tongue, and I might one day let him watch a
master in action. Now that's how to keep control of your man. 
      
          
Please send comments, remarks, complaints, praise, disgust, good
cheer, and whether you actually think I should continue in this
vain to DChatterly@hotmail.com


