After the Party – Part 1

These are the adventures of a married couple and an encounter that changed their lives forever but in a most unusual way.

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After the Party – Part 1

Carol and I had only been married for 6 years when it happened. It wasn’t meant to happen like this and indeed we hadn’t gone out looking for it. Carol and I both thought that we adored each other and wanted no more than we already had in our short married life, but tonight it was all going to change. Carol was much younger than me, I am 43 to her 27 and I suppose I was her first real boyfriend having met her when she was only 19 and taken her virginity a year later.

I had been back from a military training camp and the party was at one of the clubs in the Barracks. Having dressed in my casual jeans and top, I looked up to see Carol, my very curvy wife in a white cotton dress that was off the shoulder on one side and seemed to stick to every curve of her body. Buttons adorned the front of the dress and were open just enough to expose a generous helping of her breast flesh. And as far I was concerned they were all the right curves in all the right places. And this was something that first attracted me to her. And whilst she was very well endowed at the front (more of the initial attraction) to my mind tits could never be too big!

Carol’s curvy arse was another attraction and I knew I would have to try hard to keep my eyes, let alone hands, off my pretty young wife. With her dark hair curling down around her shoulder and her big brown eyes made up to perfection she looked absolutely delicious.

We travelled in a taxi to the event and paid the driver before entering the hall and throng of people that were there. Having gotten them both a drink I sat alongside Carol and smiled at her. Paul a friend from my unit and the same age but a little taller than me and similarly built was first on the scene as he made his way towards our table. I could see instantly that Paul’s eyes seemed to be stuck on my wife’s fabulous breasts but that didn’t bother me at all. Paul had been divorced a few years now having been caught by his wife sleeping with a young female soldier. Besides it was quite a turn-on that other men liked to look at my trophy wife.

Of course Carol didn’t know this fact, like so many other thoughts and ideas that Peter had. It was his little secret along with a hundred more that were even more diverse and perverse than that one. But then he was a dirty older man with a gorgeous sexy younger wife and what a trophy she was!

But then Carol had secrets of her own too!

Paul and Carol started to chat as I went to the bar and got some more drinks. As I stood waiting for service I looked back across the room to see them deep in conversation and my mind started to wander. I wasn’t gay, well at least I thought I wasn’t. I certainly didn’t fancy any guys. But then with all the time that I was away from home with the Army and with access to the internet and chat rooms I had developed a liking for looking at and talking about big cocks.
And I loved to wank and chat to men on chat rooms about sucking and wanking.

The last time that Carol was away I had even tried her dildo in my arse just to experience it, a painful experience for me which I didn’t see repeating again too soon. And although I had never actually touched another cock I did fantasise about sucking or being throat fucked by 2 big cocks. And what was more, to have my beautiful curvy wife Carol watching got me even more excited.

But tonight I was with my wife and best friend and we were all drinking a lot. I watched Carol dancing very close to Paul and could not contain my excitement (nor my erection) imagining Paul with Carol in our marital bed.

“Listen Paul…..!” I smiled as I heard the ‘last orders at the bar’ being called. “Do you fancy a nightcap at our place? We’re getting a taxi home and you can stay, or go on from our place?”
“Sure Mate!” Paul grinned and drank the last of his beer directly from the can. We both turned to see Carol walk back over to us clearly worse for wear from drinking. She smiled and gave me a big kiss as I led her and Paul out to the waiting taxi.

Once at home Carol sat on the sofa and started to doze. I sat alongside her with Paul opposite, both of us drinking beer.
“Is she sleeping yet?” I asked as I sat with my arm around her but unable to see her face.
Paul nodded with a smile. Immediately I flicked the TV channels to a late night German channel featuring a busty blonde and 2 big black men and equally big black cocks.
“Fuck me Pete, you watch this sort of thing all the time?” Paul laughed.
“Of course!” I replied. “Wouldn’t you?”
“I dunno Pete.” Paul looked at me. “Dunno if I’d need to do that if I was married to Carol!”
There was a moment of silence between us as we looked at each other and then I smiled and raised my glass. “Well here’s to all tastes!” I grinned.

The film continued and I reached my hand a little lower and cupped one of Carol’s huge soft breasts through her dress.