Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2015 17:40:06 +0100
From: Justin Woodward <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mrs Robinson

Mrs Robinson

by

kewtieboy

(MMF, voyeur, first-time, cuckold)


Over the six years we have lived in Thorntree Avenue, two young lads have
lusted after my wife. Now they are all grown up and I have decided they
should fulfil their fantasies as long as I can fulfil mine.

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Our arrival at Thorntree Avenue was uneventful, five years ago. We had our
first 'decent' house after living in a series of flats since we had been
married. Now we had a small but detached home in a respectable leafy suburb
of town. Kate and I had been married for six years by the time we moved in
and, still in our late twenties at that time, had recently managed to get
over the shock of discovering she couldn't have children. Neither of us
were overly family orientated but it was still a shock. As yet we hadn't
really looked at any alternatives such as adoption or even surrogacy.


The side effect of this is that we spent a lot of time looking after each
other and planned to enjoy life to the full without the restriction of
worrying about kids. Both of us had been moderately successful in our work,
me as a magazine journalist and she in marketing. This move marked our
success together.


On the second day, we were both still unpacking. It was the weekend. The
doorbell rang and a lady in her mid forties stood there with some cakes in
her hand.


"Welcome to Thorntree," she said to us both. "I'm Lucy Granville and I live
just down there," she continued, pointing off in the general direction of
the main road. "Some of my home baked cakes for your afternoon tea and an
invitation to pop over to number 12 tomorrow afternoon as we're having a
barbecue and some of the other neighbours will be there. Say you'll come!"


We couldn't easily refuse and the fact that we had little food bought in,
sealed the decision.


The following day we trotted to number 12, just a few doors down and rang
the bell. Mrs Granville effusively welcomed us and dragged us straight
through the house, the conservatory and the back doors, into a beautifully
kept garden where about four other couples stood drinking beer and rosé
wine and a few kids were running about. The first thing she did was shout
at one of the teenagers.


"Marcus, over here please. You too David," she added, nodding to a smart 45
year old trying to get life out of the barbecue. "This is my husband and
Marcus here is my son."


"I'm Kate Robinson and this is my husband Roger," Kate replied.


Another young 13 year old boy with slightly wild ginger hair ran up and
Marcus said, "This is my best pal Liam."


We all smiled and started the rest of the introductions as wine was pushed
into both our hands. It was a pleasant and warm afternoon and the food and
wine were plentiful.


As we all mellowed I was aware of the two boys sitting together smirking
and nudging while looking at Kate. It was obvious whatever they were saying
was naughty in some way and I smiled remembering my hormones at 13. Marcus
was a stunning boy with slightly wild dark hair and eyebrows which
accentuated his dark blue eyes and gave him s slightly Mediterranean
look. His little ginger chum, Liam was slightly more boyish and impish with
his pale skin and freckles.


Kate came over then walked away to start chatting within the company.


That was our introduction to the residents of Thorntree Avenue and since
then we had become part of the fabric, meeting other families slightly
closer to our age group of early thirties.


Marcus and his sidekick continued to cycle up and down and were seen on the
street most afternoons after school and into the evening. During that time
I was aware that any time Kate was outside in the garden, or washing the
car, they would make an excuse to come and talk to her.  Rarely did they do
that when I was out. I was also aware that their eyes were usually focussed
on Kate's breasts when they spoke to her.  After their chats they would
cycle away, pull over and talk animatedly while looking back.


I obviously thought Kate was a looker, which she was. Without any of the
wear and tear of childbirth, her body was slim, her height around 5 feet 7
inches and her shape still knockout. Though her breasts were not massive,
her slight frame tended to accentuate them. She dressed well too and even
in jeans and a t-shirt, was a sight to behold, her shoulder length blonde
hair catching in the sunlight.


One day I came home to find Kate out in the back garden looking around.


"What's the problem?" I asked.


"I hung out four pairs of panties and I can only find three," she said.


The garden was to the back but a narrow service lane ran up behind us and
we had a small gate out to it which we didn't lock.


"Kate, it's not going to be the Thorntree knicker snatcher!" I said.  "It's
been windy today so it's probably attached to some poor guy' s car radio
aerial as we speak."


We laughed and she commented on the fact that my Calvin Kleins were still
flappng about in the breeze.


About six months later, it happened again. Just one pair of Kate's lacy
panties.


"I wouldn't mind," she said, "But they weren't cheap."


After that, she dried them indoors.


A week later, Marcus came over to show us his new car. As always he showed
Kate first, calling her by her Christian name and, as always I was "Mr
Robinson." He had just passed his driving test and the rather old Ford
Fiesta was in quite good condition. He was so excited and asked Kate to go
for a run with him. She agreed and off the three of them went.


When she returned she said, "Roger, do you think these lads have the hots
for me?"


"Oh Kate darling, I've known that for the last few years, ever since they
were gangly teenagers," I said.


"It's just I was aware the two of them couldn't take their eyes off my tits
and Marcus kept his hand on the gear lever even though it was rubbing
against my leg."


"I bet that got you juices flowing," I said.


"Roger, they're only kids," she exclaimed unconvincingly.


"Not are my love, were!"  I said to her. "You may not have noticed that
they are both now rather fit young men, Marcus is built like a football
player and Liam looks like Harry Potter's sidekick in the films!"

She flushed slightly.

That night we made love and as I started to enter her I said, "How would
you feel if this was hot teenage cock and not mine. How would you feel if
this was Marcus and not me?"

"Roger, stop it!" she said.

I continued with my fantasy and started to conjure up situations where both
boys would take it in turns to fuck her. She protested, of course, but came
faster than I had recalled for some time.

I kept going with this fantasy scenario for some months, inventing
scenarios where the boys would come and visit and use an excuse to get in
her panties. It went from her telling me not to do it to positively waiting
for me to tell my tales.

One night as we were watching television, she said to me out of the blue,
"It would never work, you know."

"What?"  I asked slightly puzzled.

"The boys coming in to fuck."

"Why?"  said I.

"Cos they've no interest in you so a foursome is out of the question and I
doubt you're going to let me shag them on my own."

I said, "I've thought of that. Either I buy a hidden camera or I hide in
the walk-in wardrobe in our room with the Venetian slats. With them sloping
downwards, I can see out and no one can see in. You just have to make sure
no one opens the doors."

"My, my, you have been fantasising haven't you?" she said.

I smiled. She was right, of course.

"You really would be turned on by me having sex while you watched and
unable to join in?"

"Probably even more than being allowed to join in. Watching you being
fucked and me being unable to stop it brings me to erection in seconds.

"There's a deeper side to you Roger Robinson," she said, with a broad smile
on her face.

"And here's to you Mrs Robinson," I said, not having the vocal abilities of
either Simon or Garfunkel!

This was not suddenly some plan. We didn't set bait and wait for them. In
fact the subject was dropped it was a couple of months later at another
neighbour's barbecue when we were all chatting and I saw Marcus and Liam
again with Kate, glasses in hand and deep in conversation. I assumed my
name was mentioned and all three looked across sheepishly, smiled, and went
back to their conversation.

I thought, "Surely she's not just asking them over for a shag?"

She hadn't.

That night she said, "You know I realise after talking to these boys, that
one of them stole my panties all these years ago. Marcus, clumsily asked me
if I still liked small panties. He used the word 'still'."

"And what was the outcome of the conversation?" I asked.

"Oh I told them that while you were away on Saturday, I wanted to
re-arrange some furniture on the lounge."

"But I'm not away," I said.

"I know, you'll be in the wardrobe."

My cock was instantly hard. The thought of my Kate being a predator to
teenage, albeit late teenage boys, turned me on. We went upstairs and
fucked like mad.

Come Saturday, the boys were due at around 11.30am. I made a great
pantomime of leaving and waving to Kate at 10.45am, parking the car in the
pub car park around one mile away and walking back to enter through the
back gate. Kate made me a coffee, gave me some tissues and a bottle, just
in case there was a toilet need and I was trapped.  As the time drew close,
I began to get nervous, just in case it either didn't happen or, if it did,
I somehow screwed up and two boys found me hiding in the wardrobe. Kate put
some music on and let it drift through the house, figuring it would cover a
multitude of sounds should the need arrive.

I saw the boys walking up the drive and quickly gave Kate a peck,
saying. "Do what you want, and say what you want. Pretend I'm not there!"

I slipped into the wardrobe and adjusted the slats to give me a really
great view across the bedroom to our king-size bed. I switched my cell
phone to aeroplane mode but that wouldn't stop me filming some of it.

I heard the voices downstairs and after some time, the furniture being
moved. Kate had dressed really sexily. She had no bra on and a clear,
white, low cut cotton top which clearly showed her nipples. It was an
unusually warm day so she wore shorts. I could hear the instructions being
given and the grunting as the boys moved some units around. The next part
was to ask them to move a television into our bedroom.

They came in carrying the television and Kate left them while she went down
for some Cokes. As soon as she left, the boys started talking about how
sexy she looked.

Marcus whispered to Liam, "She's fucking hot man, I would love to give her
one."

Liam adjusted his jeans where an erection was clearly showing. They
finished plugging in the set just as Kate came back, handed them cold Cokes
and sat on the bed.

"So tell me boys, do either of you have girlfriends?" she asked.

"Em, no, not really," said Marcus.

"Virgins then?" she continued.

"More or less," said Liam.

"You're both very sexy boys," she went on, "So I can't understand why some
girls haven't got the hots for you."

Both blushed, Liam a little redder than Marcus.

"If I didn't think my husband would find out, I would happily love to give
you training."

They both looked at each other incredulously and jointly said, "We won't
tell," to which Marcus added, "Honestly."

She patted the bed and said, "Come here and tell me what you know."

Both walked over and she split them so one was on either side. My cock was
out of my shorts and in my hand and I stroked as I watched. Kate held both
hands and lifted one to each breast. Marcus turned to her and kissed the
top of her breast. Not to be outdone, Liam did the same.  Kate soon had
Marcus's head in her hands, lifted it and kissed his lips. Liam, clumsily,
put his hand straight between her legs.

"You should be patient Liam," she said. "You're going to get there
eventually."

He smiled, a crooked lewd smile. So did I!

"Let's see you both in your glory," she said.

They looked at each other.

"How else are you going to fuck me boys if you're not naked. Surely you've
seen each other with no clothes on?"

"Yes, said Liam, but not...hard."

"Then we can all see it together!"

Marcus was stripping quickly and after a little hesitancy with his briefs,
he was naked. He sported an uncut, 6.5 inch cock standing stiffly up to
attention from sizeable balls. Liam looked at him and followed suit. Though
a tad shorter than Marcus, I was pleased to see it was thicker and also
uncut, his pink head peeking out from the end and pre-cum already forming
at the tip. His pubic hair was very red and followed a small trail up to
his navel.

"Very impressive, boys," said Kate, stripping herself as I'm sure she felt
she would have to wait forever if these virgins were in control.

Both boys stood stroking their cocks as they watched her strip naked. Once
she was in all her glory Kate raised both her hands and one boy each side
went over to her, both bending to take a nipple each in their mouths. Kate
held their heads in place as they sucked, hands caressing her arse as they
did so. My cock was so hard I knew I was going to have to be very careful
not to blow too early. Though I felt this was not going to be a long
session, I wanted to savour every minute.

I set my phone to movie mode and tried to capture some of the views of the
naked boys as they fondled her. Marcus moved behind here and started to rub
his cock between her butt cheeks while Liam went to the front and knelt. If
he was a virgin then he had been watching online porn as his mouth went
straight to her cunt and he started licking without any fear at all. Access
was difficult but it looked good on camera.

"Let's get on the bed boys," said Kate.

She laid back and Liam took full advantage of the easier access to her
vagina, opening her wide and dipping his tongue inside her sweet, open
lips. Marcus straddled Kate's shoulders and offered his cock to Kate's
waiting mouth. I could just see it being accepted as she raised a hand to
steady it and took the shaft inside, the skin sliding back as it entered
her willing mouth.

Marcus gasped and started to hump her mouth. Kate too was panting as Liam
seemed to reach her clitoris and somehow knew exactly what to do.  Kate
started to whimper as Liam's tongue darted in and out of her slit. When he
pulled back to stand, Kate used the opportunity to get both boys on their
back and, sitting astride them took a cock in each hand. She alternately
licked, then sucked each cock as the boys gasped as her mouth engulfed them
in turn. She then turned them sideways and as they part faced each other,
rubbed the saliva-coated cock heads together, the pre-cum from each of them
mixing to make them slippery. This really had them excited.

It turned me on to see these two eighteen year olds rubbing cocks at the
hand of my wife. She then placed her mouth over the two cock heads and
though it was almost impossible to get much more than the heads inside her
mouth this almost tipped them over the edge. Kate stopped once she realised
where this was heading. It was obvious she needed fucked, and badly.

As soon as she stood, the boys quickly pushed her back to the bed and lay
either side of her simply exploring her body with their hands and fingers,
stiff penises pressing against her thighs.

"You're ready to fuck me, aren't you," said Kate.

"Too fucking true," said Marcus. "I've wanted to do it for years."

"Me too," said Kate.

His technique wasn't up to much as he straddled Kate and guided his 6.5
inch penis towards her. He pressed the head against her lips and his cock
slid straight into Kate without any resistance. Liam was still busy with
Kate's breasts. Marcus was already fucking her quite hard and Kate had to
slow him down as she was getting little from it. I could hear her
instructions.

"Push slower and allow your cock to rub against me as it enters and leaves.
That's better! Oh God that's much better!" she said as Marcus continued.

I could easily see his cock slide in and out as Kate's legs were raised in
the air and I could see the lips of her vagina wrapped around his stiff
boyhood, the juices from her, reflecting on his cock as he slid in and
out. I stroked my own cock trying hard not to cum as I watched with a
mixture of jealousy, excitement and lechery!

Liam was not to be left out. He was behind his friend, head lowered
watching the stiff cock pistoning in and out of Kate. There was something
erotic about his close proximity to his friend's hard cock.  I felt he
could almost have licked his friend's arse, he was so close.

He tapped Marcus on the shoulder and in an unspoken gesture, Marcus
withdrew and rolled over, allowing Liam to take over. Liam wasted no time
in entering Kate, his cock sliding in with one thrust. I heard Kate's sharp
intake of breath as his eager cock rammed into her. His extra width was
doing something and Kate was responding more eagerly with Liam's thrusts
than those of Marcus. Once more I could clearly see his entrance and Kate's
vagina stretching to accommodate the horny lad. Marcus watched and stroked
his cock, almost as much a voyeur as I was.

"Oh shit," said Liam.

This was followed by a marked slowing of pace and them some really hard
thrusting into Kate. Kate started to orgasm as this happened and it was
obvious that Liam was pumping his boycum into her. I could see his balls
smacking against her as he thrust his final spurt into her before sliding
out and rolling off, creamy slime running down his cock.

What happened next really surprised me, Marcus climbed straight on top and
slid his cock straight into Kate, cummy cunt. He started to hammer her for
all he was worth. His thinner cock and the generous lubrication made his
fucking easy and Kate was trying hard to move him to a position where she
could get closer to orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," said Marcus as his buttocks tensed and it was obvious
that Kate was receiving another fertile load of teenage spunk.

When he slid off and rolled back on the bed, Kate lay with legs open and I
could see the liquid running out. I hoped she would stay there until I
could get my hands on her. Both boys looked suddenly uncomfortable and
started to rummage around picking up their underwear and pants, oblivious
to the naked Kate on the bed. So much for chivalry.

"Em thanks for that," said Marcus.

"Yeh, it was really cool," added Liam.

"We must do it again some time," said Kate. "Remember not a word to Roger!"

"Christ, no fucking chance," said Marcus as Liam nodded his agreement.

Then they were gone.

As the door slammed, I opened the wardrobe door and walked into the room.

"Ready for some sloppy thirds," said Kate as I stripped.

My cock was harder than I could remember but there was something I felt I
had to do, something I had never done before but had a craving to do. I
went between Kate's legs and started licking. The taste of cum was almost
overpowering but to think that this fertile seed had been pumped into Kate
was driving me wild.

Kate grabbed my head and forced me to lick more, grinding her open vagina
into my face as she rocked up and down with the ministrations of my tongue.

"Fuck me Roger, make me cum," she said.

I didn't need a second telling and I was on her in a moment. My cock slid
in easily and slopped around as I fucked her, but I knew just how to get
her going. Kate started to whimper as I fucked and after holding my own
impending blast for as long as I could I managed to time it so that she
received my jets of spunk as she came herself.  Her nails digging in my
back told me it was a powerful orgasm and the force of my own ejaculation
almost hurt as my sperm shot inside her to mix with that of the two virgins
who had just left.

"That was awesome to see," I finally told her. "How about you?"

"Not technically the best shag I've ever had, "she said, " but watching
those eager little faces as they fucked me was more than enough to make up
for it. I'm so going to enjoy their mild discomfort next time I'm visiting
Lucy (Marcus's mother). Seeing them try to avoid eye contact with you
should be fun too!"

"You're a naughty, naughty lady," I said. "I'm so glad you're on the pill
though just in case these little sperms have some magic ingredient mine
don't!"

We lay, my finger idly stroking her battered vagina and feeling the cum
running out on to the bed.


"Can't wait until next time," I said. "Maybe we should invest in a hidden
camera."

"Now that would open up some opportunities wouldn't it?" she said.


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