Public Is Always Shagging

You the public claims you're always doing it. Whether you're in bed, in the middle of a field or cramped in the back of your knackered old Capri, you're shagging, all the time. Well, that's what you say. And here, in Extreme's very own forum of filth, we're giving you the opportunity to tell us all about these sordid goings on.

Hi there, my name is Sarah and I'm a thirty year old typist. I'm happily married to Gary, my school sweetheart since I was eighteen, but I've fantasised long and hard during our marriage about making love to another woman. Gary, bless him, understands and even encourages it. To this end, he arranged just such an encounter as a combined  birthday and anniversary present two months ago. Not that it was a completely selfless act on his part.

We'd arranged a party to celebrate my special day; friends and family packed the club and we had caterers to see to the guests so that we were free to enjoy ourselves. One of the girls waiting on tables was so gorgeous and sexy that I couldn't take my eyes off her, and all the while I was dancing with Gary I kept wondering what this girl would look like naked. Tall, slim and blonde, she had a lovely pair of tits and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra under her white shirt, her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin material and her pert breasts bobbed very invitingly beneath the cotton.

Gary had noticed my interest in the girl and, to my surprise, went over to her, striking up a conversation. I say surprised because she was only about nineteen, a bit young for his tastes normally, but it made me wonder what he was up to. Grinning like a Cheshire cat when he came back, he refused to tell me what the conversation was about, but I had an idea and started to get really turned on by the thought of feeling the girl's tits. Even if she said no I was enjoying the fantasy anyway and chose to let the subject drop. Seeing the last guests off the premises, we left the caterers to clear up the mess and, quite tipsy by then, started to make our way to the door. My heart pounded when the waiting girl suddenly materialised beside me just as Gary was asking a receptionist to call us a taxi. I couldn't believe it when she grinned and introduced herself as Diana, holding out her hand as if it was a formal occasion and not a drunken threesome she and my husband had arranged between them. Completely gobsmacked and staring at Gary as if he was an alien, I took Diana's hand, shaking it, dazed. Now it was actually happening, I was having second thoughts about the whole thing and I was literally trembling with nerves. I was so stunned that I didn't say a word all the way home even though Gary and Diana were exchanging worried looks throughout the journey.

As soon as we got inside the house, Gary put on some music and fixed us each a drink, making sure the girl was comfortable before taking me to one side and asking if I still wanted to go ahead. Seeing the anxiety on his face, knowing how hard it must have been for him to approach a strange young girl, and how much he would be looking forward to watching us, I summoned a smile and walked towards Diana, my heart in my mouth. Obviously more experienced than she looked, Diana gently reached out and took me in her arms, holding me and rubbing my back, trying to soothe my nerves as if she was the older woman in the room, not me. She must have sensed when I began to relax because her stroking became a bit more  personal and when she lifted her head to look at me properly I knew immediately what she was going to do. Bending her face towards mine, she kissed me full on the lips, very gently and very slowly, our mouths just barely touching. Even over the music I was able to hear Gary's gasp and it was knowing that he was turned on that finally got me going.

Settling right into the mood, I opened my mouth and let Diana's tongue slide over mine, surprising me with its softness, the slithery wetness of it making my knees go weak and my pussy throb unbearably. No longer in complete control of myself, I gently pulled away and began fondling her lovely tits through her shirt then started to undo the buttons so that I could glimpse them properly for the first time. Diana's stiff little nipples were a gorgeous rosy pink, puckered and standing to attention, begging to be licked. Bending slightly, I took one of the nubs into my mouth, circling it with my hot, wet tongue while playing with the other, flicking the nipple, making it stand out even more. Flattening my tongue, I ran it wetly across her pert breasts and used my arms to turn her slightly so that Gary had an unrestricted view of me licking Diana's tits.

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