Becky and Paul shared most things – as an open-minded married couple, this included sexual fantasies, many of which they acted out. As a Lance Corporal in the British Army, Paul already did wonders for Becky’s uniform fetish. However, as much as she loved and trusted Paul, Becky had never divulged her number one fantasy.
Despite her secrecy, Becky suspected her fantasy was a common one. It involved not just one person, but several. The dream that had her tossing and turning at night was the thought of having group sex, with squaddies. She knew it was clichéd, but hey, she didn’t control what got her off. The fantasy was a minefield for so many reasons; it broke Becky and Paul’s rule about bringing other people into their sex life, she didn’t fancy any of Paul’s mates and if the authorities found out, there could be an awful lot of trouble. So Becky kept quiet, occasionally letting her fantasy scenario play out in her head when she was masturbating.
They made love frequently – often Becky would pounce on Paul as soon as he got home from work, ensuring she got the uniform experience. But she didn’t push it too often because she didn’t want him to think she only fancied him in his uniform. That was definitely not the case; as someone who was expected to pass regular fitness tests, Paul had an incredible body that most women, and probably many men, would lust over.
It was just that uniforms seemed to supercharge Becky’s sex drive. Something about the sheer manliness made her come across all ‘damsel in distress;’ waiting for her hero. Paul, for his part, rose to the occasion admirably; taking control, swooping in and spiriting his wife to bed. Imagining this scenario multiplied sent Becky into meltdown.
Eventually, she decided to bite the bullet. Just because she told Paul about it, didn’t mean that anything had to happen. After all, they hadn’t acted out all of the fantasies they’d previously divulged; many of them they were happy to just talk about. This could be one of them.
One evening on returning home from work, Paul grinned as he saw his lovely wife coming to meet him at the door. His grin widened as he saw what she was wearing. He was clearly in for a good time this evening – Becky had on a new negligee, skimpy knickers and some skyscraper heels. She took his hand, pulled him over the threshold and towards the stairs – barely giving Paul enough time to shut the front door.
Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they’d been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren’t quite the rampant teenagers they’d been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they’d done it.
One thing that often featured, Paul thought, was him wearing his uniform. Becky often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn’t complaining, but he did know just how much him wearing his uniform turned Becky on. He didn’t really mind. After all, it was really no different to him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits – much like the one she had on now.
Presently, they arrived at the bedroom and Becky sauntered in, again leaving Paul to shut the door. She turned and sat on the bed, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he could already feel his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.
Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything from the regulation boots to the beret on his head screamed ‘fuck me.’ And that’s exactly what Becky intended to do.
“Come here gorgeous,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive way, “let me look at you.”
Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation now. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Finally, her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth muscular stomach, then licked, her tongue riding the bumps that were his six pack.
Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn’t wait to get her hands on his cock. But she knew it was totally worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. After teasing him some more, Becky released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails not-so-gently across his skin as she did so.
Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul’s belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own; nothing. He’d gone commando today, meaning all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.
Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife’s hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked all around the shiny purple head like it was an ice-cream, flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband’s impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into Becky’s throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul’s concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.
“Babe,” Paul said, his voice husky with lust, “you’re going to have to stop that or I’ll cum. It feels bloody amazing.”
Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, “Well, that’s kind of the plan.”
“I know, but I wanna cum inside you – but not yet.”
“How about you return the favour then?”
Becky slid Paul’s shaft deep inside her mouth one more time, then back out with an audible ‘pop.’ Then she lay back on the bed, crossed her arms behind her head and looked back at her husband with a lecherous smile.
Paul instantly dropped to his knees on the carpet and shuffled closer to the bed. He grabbed Becky’s ankles and pulled her so she was positioned with her ass on the edge of the mattress, her legs spread wide. Then he removed the tiny frilly knickers she’d chosen to wear with her equally frilly negligee. That could stay on, for now. Dipping his head between her thighs, he inched slowly towards her pussy, purposely teasing her, like she had him. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent of her, his cock leapt in response. Then he exhaled, sending a caress of warm air over Becky’s labia and clit.
Becky gasped at the sensation; her legs involuntarily drawing together. Now she could feel Paul’s head against her inner thighs, his green beret tickling the delicate skin and its badge digging into her. She didn’t care. All she really wanted to feel was his talented tongue dipping into her wetness, coaxing her to orgasm.
He didn’t make her wait much longer. Paul slid his hands underneath her, cupping her ass and pulling her pussy onto his face. He brushed his face against her skin, the roughness of his stubble making her squeal and wriggle in his hands. He smiled, then slipped out his tongue and drove it into his wife’s pussy. She tasted and smelled divine – Paul never could get enough of giving Becky head.
As he licked, sucked and nibbled at her vulva, Becky’s gasps and moans became louder and more abandoned, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came. Adding a finger to her pussy, he coated it thoroughly in her copious juices, then smeared them on her asshole. Knowing what was coming, Becky’s anus twitched, as though trying to grab his finger. Stroking gently but firmly, Paul introduced his digit to her back passage, whilst continuing to tongue her clit.
Once she’d relaxed a little, Paul began pumping his finger in and out of Becky’s tight hole. He felt it grow tighter and grasp his finger in a vice-like grip, and with a final suck of her sensitive nub, Becky was spiralling into orgasm. Twitching and moaning, Becky came hard, then gradually became still as the contractions died down.
Paul clambered up and joined his wife on the bed, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair as she recovered. Becky looked up at her husband and grinned lazily, still basking in the afterglow of her climax.
It was now or never.
“Sweetie,” she said, looking coyly up at him through her lashes, “you know how you said we can tell each other anything?”
“Yes, of course. What is it?”
“You know how much I like you in your uniform, right?” Not giving him chance to reply, she continued, “Well, I’ve been keeping this one quiet for a while, but I sometimes think about group sex – with squaddies. I know it can never happen, but it makes me horny thinking about it.”
Paul remained silent. He had a faraway expression on his face, and Becky wondered what he was thinking about. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and said,
“You dirty bitch. Being serviced by different men gets you off, eh?”
Becky looked up, alarmed, but then she spotted the smirk playing around Paul’s lips.
“I’d quite like to share you out actually. My sexy wife sucking and fucking different cocks. But then knowing I get to go home with you.”
Pouncing on her and tickling her, the pair play fought until Paul ended up straddling his wife, pinning her wrists down. Then they resumed where they’d left off before Becky’s confession.
Days later, Becky had pretty much forgotten about it. After some dirty talk during the session following her announcement, it hadn’t been mentioned again. So the thoughts stayed inside her head, ready to be brought out whenever she liked. But it was the last thing on her mind as she was at the supermarket doing the grocery shopping, and as she headed home to get dinner ready.
Unlocking the front door, she propped it open then started to-ing and fro-ing from the car, bringing in all the bags. Dumping them in the kitchen, she returned outside to lock the car, then headed indoors. She flipped on the kettle and headed for their bedroom to take off her shoes before putting the shopping away.
It wasn’t until she pushed open the door that she noticed something was amiss. However, before she could take anything in and make sense of it, Paul appeared from behind the door with a blindfold in his hands.
“I gotta surprise for you babe. Let me put this on.”
Taken aback, but not perturbed, Becky turned around so Paul could slip the silken material over her eyes. He tied it carefully so it wasn’t uncomfortable for her, then took her hand. Leading her towards the bed, he pushed her gently onto it and quickly joined her. Silently, he started to undress her, starting with her shoes and socks, then peeled her clothes away layer by layer until she was completely naked. Becky had been naked in front of her husband countless times, but somehow the blindfold made her feel more exposed, as she didn’t know what he was doing or how he was reacting to her nakedness.
“You trust me, right?”
Becky nodded a reply, still trying to work out what on earth was going on. She felt the bed move as Paul’s weight moved off it. She knew he hadn’t gone far, because she could hear noises, like material falling to the floor. It kind of sounded like he was undressing and dropping his clothes, but louder, and more than once. She figured her hearing was heightened as she couldn’t see.
Crawling back onto the bed, Paul straddled his wife, and that’s when she realised he hadn’t been undressing after all. She could feel the rough material of his trousers against her skin, and the stroke of cotton against her breasts as he leant down to kiss her.
“You’re beautiful. And I want you badly. Can you tell?” he asked, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his erection.
Nodding, Becky became very aware of a dampness between her thighs.
“You’re a very attractive woman, Becky. You know that, don’t you? I see men looking at you when we’re out, and I don’t blame them. In fact, I enjoy it. Because I know at the end of the day you’re mine, so I’ll let them share you for a little while. They’re looking at you now, you know. Do you want to see?”
As her lust-addled brain struggled to catch up, Becky’s heart pounded in her chest when she realised what Paul was getting at. Did she want to see the men looking at her? Surely he hadn’t? They’d always vowed never to risk their relationship by bringing someone else into it – even just for sex.
Not waiting for her reply, he leaned down to pull off the blindfold and Becky opened her eyes, amazed at what she saw surrounding the bed. Standing tall and rigid… were mirrors. Somehow, her crazy husband had sourced several huge freestanding mirrors and placed them around their bed. The results were impressive. Becky could see herself and Paul from several different angles – him straddled across her; he in uniform, she completely naked. There were reflections, and reflections of reflections – it all got so confusing that it was almost as if it wasn’t them. At least it explained the odd noises – there were sheets scattered across the floor that had been covering the mirrors.
“The fantasy broke our rules baby, but you know I’d do anything for you, so I got as close as I could.”
“I’m a very lucky girl,” she replied, looping her hands around her husband’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “I can’t wait to be shared amongst all these men – fucking in lots of different positions and having a cock in every hole.”
“Dirty bitch,” he mumbled, against her mouth, “now let’s see about that cock in every hole, shall we?”
Pulling away from the kiss, Paul shuffled further up his wife’s body, until his knees were either side of her shoulders. Then he undid his trousers and manoeuvred his prick out of them. It was rock hard, straining up towards his belly button, so he pushed it down with his hand and began rubbing it over Becky’s lips. She stuck out her tongue, and Paul brushed his cock against it, savouring the feeling of his wife’s talented tongue caressing his shaft.
Glancing to his right, Paul watched several men getting their cocks teased by several women. He found it quite the turn on. Twisting his head a little more, he caught a glimpse of his wife’s snatch in the mirror, all pink and glistening. God, he couldn’t wait to be in there. Turning back to the real version of events, he fed his cock into Becky’s mouth so she could suck it properly.
And boy, did she suck it properly. She sucked it like a starving woman with a lollipop. Getting his bell end nice and wet, she teased him relentlessly, sliding his cock deep between her lips, almost deep throating him. Then she pulled back until he almost popped out of her mouth. Then she’d gobble his shaft down again and repeat the process. Then, just when he thought he was approaching orgasm, Becky changed tack and started sucking at the shiny purple head of his cock, alternating between fast and slow movements. She certainly knew how to drive him wild.
Becky didn’t have the best view of the mirrors from her current position, but if she strained her neck a little, she could see over Paul’s thigh. From there she could see the back of her uniformed husband, and herself, sprawled naked underneath. Spreading her legs, she had an excellent view of her pussy, which in her opinion was desperately in need of some attention. Even from here she could see how swollen her labia and clit were.
Popping Paul’s cock out of her mouth, she said,
“Baby, I’m so wet for you. Touch me.”
Reaching around, Paul stroked his fingers over Becky’s pussy. She was right, she was very, very wet. He rubbed her vulva, then dipped a finger inside, coating it in her abundant juices. Then he brought it to her lips. Greedily, Becky sucked her own arousal from Paul’s finger. He did it again, sliding two fingers inside her this time, then lewdly finger-fucking her mouth. The third time, he tasted her juices for himself, which clearly made him want more.
Shifting his weight, he moved back down the bed and hopped onto the floor. Then, grinning at his wife, he grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. Becky giggled, then caught sight of her face in the mirror, flushed but happy. She giggled again, but stopped abruptly as Paul spread her thighs and pressed his lips between them. He loved to lick her pussy, and he was damn good at it.
He licked and teased her to start with, flicking the tip of his tongue across her vulva, barely touching her clit. Then he’d move away and begin planting butterfly kisses and little nibbles on the delicate and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt delicious, but what she really wanted was for him to eat her pussy like there was no tomorrow and give her an orgasm that made her scream until she was hoarse. Then, figuring that if you don’t ask, you don’t get – she did.
Ever the obliging husband, Paul slid his hands under Becky’s thighs and pulled her tighter to his face, so much so she wondered if he could even breathe. She swiftly forgot her worries as he began to work hard on her clit, alternating between long flat strokes of his tongue and small but fast flicks. What made it all the more exciting is she could see it from every angle; several uniform clad men feasting on her body. Becky closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her.
After a few more minutes of Paul’s expert ministrations, Becky felt herself tighten, both physically and mentally. She grew tighter and tighter – a rubber band on the edge of release. Sensing her approaching climax, Paul slipped his finger into her soaking hole once more and crooked it up towards her g-spot. At the same time, he pulled her clit gently into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. Together, the two movements released the elastic band; and Becky’s climax hit her – hard.
Her whole body writhed on the bed as she called her husband’s name, her cunt spasming wildly in the throes of orgasm. Paul watched his wife’s reaction with undisguised delight. She was so beautiful when she came – completely wild and abandoned. He was desperate to bury his cock inside her and fuck her hard until she came again – then he’d pull out and cover her stomach with his cum.
Giving her a few seconds to recover, Paul wriggled his trousers and boxers down a little – enough so his movement wasn’t restricted, but not so much that Becky wouldn’t be able to see them in the mirror. Then he stood, leaning over the bed and looked at Becky. Once they had eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow as he stroked his eager cock. Smiling, Becky gave a nod, and that was all he needed.
Placing his hands beneath her thighs once more, he pulled her to the very edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom until she was at the right height. He used one hand to guide his stiff cock into her hungry pussy, and slid home. They both sighed as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. She was so wet he could feel her juices coating his cock, dribbling down his balls and saturating his pubic hair.
Pumping slowly in and out of her, he could see her craning her neck in order to see their coupling from myriad directions. He suspected she was probably checking out his ass, too. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Then, he had an idea. Albeit reluctantly, he slid his cock out of his wife’s pussy, and lowered her bottom to the bed. Before she had chance to comment, he said, “Get on all fours.”
Eagerly shifting into her favourite position, Becky shuffled to the edge of the bed, her ass wiggling tantalisingly before his eyes. Slapping her cheeks lightly, he then grabbed her and manoeuvred her so she was almost parallel with the bottom of the bed. Then he put one knee up on the bed, and entered her once more.
The method in his madness soon became clear to Becky. A little awkward though it was, it was worth it. Twisting to see the mirror closest to where their bodies joined, Becky could see them in all their glory. Paul had deliberately spread her ass cheeks to give the best possible view, and she could see his thick cock splitting open her pussy lips and pounding into her. She could also see the crinkled skin of her asshole. Knowing Paul could too, she tensed and released, causing the tiny hole to open and close like a little mouth.
His cock stiffened further in response, and after giving a few more hearty thrusts into her cunt, he pulled out. Then he transferred some of her copious love juices from her pussy to her ass, working his finger, then two into her tight ring of flesh, preparing her. Soon, he felt her ass relax as it got used to the invasion, and he replaced his fingers with his cock.
Slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, he inched his way into her bottom. He gritted his teeth as the iron grip around his cock threatened to cause his climax. Soon, he’d filled Becky’s arse, and he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion.
A wiggle of her ass and a muttered, “OK,” was his green light. He started with shallow movements, then as her ring opened up to him, he pounded harder, deeper and faster. Judging from the noises Becky was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he. He noticed her head was turned to the side the whole time, watching them fucking. Her eyes roamed from her own face, to his, to her bouncing breasts and to where his cock kept disappearing inside her. She began pushing back against him, spurring him to go faster and faster.
It was then he knew he was never going to come on her stomach. There was no time for that. Reaching under Becky, he sought out her swollen and slippery clit, and pinched, rolled and stroked it as he reamed her ass. Wailing like a banshee, Becky pushed more and more roughly against him, and he knew she was almost ready. So was he.
Seconds later, he felt the grip around his cock increase considerably, then start gripping and releasing. Becky was coming. The extra stimulation spurred on his own climax, and he pulled out quickly, spurting his hot spunk all over Becky’s quivering ass cheeks and gaping rear hole. The couple moaned and groaned their way through their orgasms, then their eyes met in the mirror. Instinctively, they knew.
They’d be sad to see those mirrors go.