Our Bed and Breakfast Guest

Ann was very much enjoying my plight. Her confident smile gave me my answer. Both of my hands worked their way up Ann's silky legs, from calves, to the backs of her knees, and up her well-toned thighs. She wriggled her hips as my fingers slipped beneath the fabric at her hips, and as the panties fell to the top of my chest, the ambient light showed me two things I had never seen before.

First, Ann had completely shaved off all of her pubic hair for our Herman. She had been full bush, trimmed, and even shaved a landing strip for me over the years, but never has she been interested in fully shaving her pussy. Ann interrupted my thought when she announced, "He came inside me twice. See?"

Second, her pussy was slimy wet with the remnants of another man's ejaculation. Small pearls of cum adorned her labia, while her fingers plied the lips apart. Ann's pussy was red and inflamed from the forceful fucking I had overheard just moments ago. Her fingers delved over her clit and labia as she allowed me to gaze intently at her sex.

After a long time staring at the damage the German inflicted on my wife, I looked up at Ann and our eyes locked. She looked straight down at me, her fingers prying wide her puffy lips and said, "Do you want to eat it, or fuck it." Dirtier words have never been uttered from my wife's lips. My eyes never left hers; I answered with my hands. Each one slid up Ann's calf muscles, and cupped the backs of her knees, pulling them forward until she knelt directly over my achingly nervous face.

While she eased her swollen pussy near my mouth, Ann whispered, "That's what I thought." Her knees settled against my ears and her baby smooth labia nestled against my mouth. Her hands took hold of the headboard so she could pull herself high enough to keep her treasure just out of my reach. I raised my head and my tongue extended up and along the slick crevice of her gooey pussy. The aroma of their two bodies wafted to my nose; her musk, his manly odor, their combined smell and flavor awaited.

With her eyes peering down at mine, Ann uttered, "Get in there." And I did. I strained my head up, into the heady mixture of her arousal and his liquid, salty jizz. My tongue reached out to savor every part of her lurid vulva. Ann let go of the headboard and lowered her weight onto me. Her pussy lips mushed wide over my mouth, feeding me his semen. Her soft hands grasped my hair and her fingers combed through it, pulling my mouth into her salty mess. "Eat it!" she implored, her grip tightening around my head.

Ann's eyes closed tightly, no doubt visualizing what I could see, feel, smell, and taste; she moaned from my intense mowing of her most sensitve region. She took a nipple in each hand and began pulling and twisting them, her eyes closed, her face in bliss. Soon her head shot back as an orgasm took hold.

I lapped at her with abandon, the rigidity of my cock was painful. I couldn't see it, but expected the shiny knob was drizzling my excitement all down my frenulum. Ann leaned forward, offering me her engorged clit to work on. I placed my hands on her tiny ass as I licked and nibbled her budding nubbin. As my wife bucked back and forth over me, a wash of thin, clear fluid cascaded into, and over my mouth and nose, as her climax took over.

It wasn't long before she was grinding her hips into my face and making the familiar noises that she does at the onset of yet another climax. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it in, flicking my tongue over the bulbous nub. Her body convulsed, her head moving forward and back in the vast expanse of her orgasm.

Ann pulled her sex from me when she had enough. Both of us were panting from the exertion, and my tiny wife looked over her shoulder at my mast-like cock, and shimmied down my torso . As she raised her pussy up and over my cock, I looked to see the veiny head oozing precum, hard as steel. " Herman fucked me this way, first," said Ann, reaching her tiny hand between her thighs and lining up my shaft with her pussy hole. She mounted me and let her weight slide down my length, almost no resistance to my intrusion at all. Herman's girth left Annie's interior agape; his semen giving lubrication to my lesser cock. I held her waist and took her weight in my hands and pulled her willing body up and down my boner like a rag doll, fucking my cock at the torrid pace that I needed.

She fingered herself immediately, saying, "Yes, Fuck me like he did. Fuck me hard! Put your babies in with his!" I didn't last eight more strokes before my wad was ejected inside Ann. I let go of her but she kept pumping her body up and down as my cock softened. She slowed her grinding down and stopped thrusting, until my flaccid cock flopped onto my belly, my spunk mixed with his, all over my shrinking dick. Ann raised up some and looked between her legs, to watch my cum drool from her sopping pussy, onto my lifeless cock.

"My God, Jamie. You were as horny for me, as I was for Herman." Ann fell onto her side, nuzzling in next to me.

I lay there, not believing this turn of events. I asked, panting more slowly, "What made you stand over me like that?"

"Oh, that was Herman's idea. We were talking about his open marriage. He told me that nearly all marriages can be open, if the circumstances are right. He said that he has sex with nearly all of the couples who own bed and breakfasts, both men and women. He doesn't book into hotels anymore because of the sex he gets at B&Bs."

"He told you that?"

"Yes," she went on, "he said that virtually every husband where the couple doesn't have children at home will be okay with a good looking stranger fucking his wife. He told me that secretly most men enjoy seeing his wife pleased by another capable man, and that nothing shows his love for her more than allowing her to take another as a lover. But then she comes back to her husband every time. It really was intriguing to listen to him."

I listened intently, never having thought about it in that way before. Ann went on, "Herman told me that if I offered you to eat me or fuck me, after knowing that another man had been inside of me, he was sure that you would choose to eat me. I didn't really think he was right, so I was surprised when you responded the way you did. It made me very wet, as you probably noticed."

Her hand combed over my chest hairs as we talked. In my head, I would have totally called bullshit yesterday, if someone told me that I would have done this unthinkable act this morning. But he was correct, and I now knew it. I didn't resent Ann for leading me into it, but worried about whether she would lose respect for me because I did.

We got up and showered together, kissing and washing one another. As we dried off, Ann asked, "So, why were you home early?"

"I thought about the dirty talk we had been sharing lately, and I couldn't get my mind off the thought of you and Herman together. I actually thought I would feel like a fool when I came home and you were safely tucked in our bed, fast asleep. When I found your leggings discarded in the living room, I knew that I wanted my fantasy to be true. I wanted to have the nerve to walk in and just watch him take you, and please you, but I didn't have the balls. I just stood at the wall in our room, listening to your moaning as Herman pummeled you. I loved that he made you that excited. I just wished that I could have seen it for myself."

Ann listened to my story and nodded as I told her about my arousal. She said, "I've been on such a high, having this man around. And you basically told me you wanted this, but didn't actually say it out loud. It felt so sneaky and yet so erotic, and Herman knew exactly what to say to seduce me."

Later, Ann and I sat down to tea in the kitchen. "What happens, now, Ann?"

"Well, it's Friday. We could ask him to take us with him to one of the sex clubs he's talked about."

That wasn't what I was asking, but it was an interesting idea. I offered, "What I mean is, Herman is going to want to know how I behaved when you asked me that question in our bed. Don't you think he will think less of me for it? That he might want to dominate me, in front of you, in our own bed?"

"Honey," she said, as her fingers caressed my cheek, "I think you are overthinking this. Herman enjoys sex for fun. He won't see you as any different than he is - sexually adventurous. He told me he's had male partners on his own, and he's eaten his wife out after watching her fuck other men. Can't we just have a sexual adventure together, without putting labels on everything?"

Ann was making a lot of sense. Maybe I was overthinking this. She added, "How about this? When Herman gets home, you just thank him for taking care of me so wonderfully last night. He will know that you are aware of what happened, and are okay with it. Trust me. This can be something very rewarding for both of us."

We spent the afternoon shopping for steaks and more wine, so that Ann could prepare dinner for the two men in her life right now. Our life had changed overnight because of our houseguest, and while it began with great anxiety, it seemed possible that it was changing for both of us, and in a good way.