Artists have a different slant on life and that is made easier because Niamh and i live in a cottage, amidst a artists' colony. We'd lived there for six years and my beautiful blonde wife had already had a daughter by another men. 'Our' daughter had the obvious features of her father, fiery haired and assertive like her red maned father, Liam. The understanding was that a woman could chose any man that she wanted to, she would then start to dress suggestively, provocatively, in things rather different from the folksy apparal most of the girls usually wore. Leather hot pants was a stark contrast, and always worn by Niamh for Liam for example. When no one makes a fuss about such things, the lady goes to her lover's bed and they seed, fucking hard sometimes over several days or even weeks.
When Kurt came to the community though, Niamh admitted that she wanted to adjust the rules. Kurt was the most delicious Jutland Dane and she thought about his physique all the time. He had piercing blue eyes, a blonde head of hair and spoke seductively, slowly, in burring ways that made women melt. Kurt made Niamh want to fuck her brains out!
So, we arranged that Kurt would come and go at our house whenever he wanted. He didn't seem especially surprised by that invite and later I realised why. The guy had a virtual harem and was servicing two other of the womenfolk! He came round for supper the first time and after the meal, we laid the sheepskin rug in front of an open fire. It was then well into Autumn and cold, but Niamh didn't demure when I eased her out of her designer jeans and her suggestive blouse and balcony bra. I'd never been directed in such matters before, never before witnessed others' sex- but Kurt instructed as though he was leading an art class!
Niamh was directed to assume the doggy position and i was tossed a bottle of lube. It was my job to massage this into her snatch, working it well up inside. Fucking doggy style was best Kurt, said, it stretched a girl properly from the off and she then enjoyed coupling in other positions, knowing she could go at it without reservation. If the girl wanted to come off the pill, then it was certainly the best way to get her in the club. as his prick was thick and very long i believed him. taking Niamh that way his bulging great cockhead would be almost up a fallopian tube!
Watching Kurt take my anointed and well lubicrated Niamh was like one of those StarTrek movies, when a bloody great spaceship docks. It wasn't urgent, wasn't jerky or panicky. It was a state opening of womanhood- and Kurt chugged away, grinding his ample manhood inside her, holding her hips lightly and judging the thrusts by the little moans and groans that my wife gave out. It was only when he was snug inside, his big balls slapping against her body that he stepped up the thrusts, making Nioamh's generous pale tits start to swing like pendulum's beneath her.
'Have you never watched Niamh fuck before?' he asked calmly, gyrating his hips to best cock effect inside her. I was gawping open mouthed and shook my head. 'She takes it well, she really responds- you must be very proud of her.' I whispered something in agreement, and Kurt responded, 'Good- that is a start. The best women must go with the best men..its excellent that you see Niamh in this way.'
They ejaculated together. Kurt could have stayed deep inside her, but he wanted her to ache for his member, to savour the sweet edge of her climax. As he pulled out, his cock wet with spunk, lady cum and lube, I could see Niamh's cunt spurting little shots of cum. I'd never seen a woman ejaculate before. She was awash with semen, thick globules of it kept seeping out of her cunt and her nipples were rock hard.
I wanted to fuck her too right then- but Kurt's look clearly forebade that. She would I guess be sore, but perhaps too completely disinterested in me. So I held Niamh in my arms, encircling her lovely white breasts and stroking her hair. She was almost a goddess, and so so beautiful! Kurt opened some of the wine that we had made and we drank the lot, his hand moving back between her thighs, to arouse her and remind her of her preferences. When that became just too much for her they retired upstairs and try as I might i couldn't finish the watercolour that i had then turned to.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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