I am a German woman, married to a British guy, soon after we got married (I had had quite a lot of sexual experience before getting married, but that is maybe another story or stories to write). I was just over 21 when we moved to the UK, my husband was in the British military, so we moved to a base. As we had no children and did not want any just yet, we did not get military accommodation, so we moved into a smallish apartment in the local town (better for me to learn more English too)

We had a really good sex life and were very happy. One day my husband told me that a really good friend of his from basic training had been transferred to the base, a West Indian guy I will call “W” from now on. I had taken a part time job as a barmaid at a local pub/club nearby and had become quite a hit with the customers, even although I only spoke broken English!! So my husband brought him there to met me, he was an athletic good looking man with beautiful eyes, what I call an erotic mouth and curly black hair. We liked each other immediately, he was very polite and also patient with me when I struggled for English words, though he did laugh with me sometimes (not at me). He flirted with me a little right from the start all very good humoured. A week later we all went dancing together, he danced like a dream, very sexy and attentive, his hands slid down to my bottom (you say ass), so I did the
the same feeling his round hard little ass, I liked his body aroma too, somehow different. He visited us quite a lot and we became very good friends.

My husband I had been fantasizing for a while about sharing me sexually with another man, this started after we had had a discussion about our sexual experiences before our marriage, he was very interested in knowing, I did not think it that important. I told him that 2 men had shared me on more than one occasion! One day he said, you do like W, could you imagine me sharing you with him? I was a little surprized as he was normally quite jealous of other men even looking at me!!! I said yes I could, but only if we all agreed. He said that W more than just liked me and had said that if I was not married to him, he would certainly have tried to bed me before now. The problem now was how to tell W, my husband was reluctant to ask him and I did not want to ask him to fuck me please, though I was tempted to, as the conversation with my husband had got my imagination going, I had all sorts of fantasies about W and my pussy got wet just thinking about it.

However, a couple of weeks later fate intervened. W was staying over on a Saturday night, we had been dancing, W had danced very close with me, also I had seen him in swimming trunks when we went to the beach, he certainly had a large package in his trunks, also I had taken a sly look at him when he was changing, he had noticed that and given me a better view, wow, his cock was a nice size and the size of his balls was amazing, I too had given him a view of my pussy and had seen that his cock had twitched immediately, I do not shave my muschi (W quickly learnt that word!) I only keep the hair short, which meant that my prominent clit and lips could be clearly seen!!

We came home fairly late, W slept on the couch and my husband and I went to bed, we had a really good hard fuck and I had a hot orgasm, I get very loud then, so W must have heard that.
Then we went to sleep. I awoke sometime later and was very thirsty, so I got up and went to the kitchen wearing only a short night dress.

Well just before I entered to kitchen a figure came out of there, I managed to avoid a full collision, but we banged out heads together, it was W of course, we went into the room where he had been sleeping on the couch. I sat on the couch, slightly stunned. He switched on a small light, then looked and saw that my night dress had ridden up above my thighs and just said, oh my God! I said God has nothing to do with it, ouch my head hurts! He joined me on the couch and comforted me “are you ok?” I said yes, man you´ve got a hard head, then I saw that that was not the only hard thing he had, he wore only a small slip which did almost nothing to hide his huge erection, standing stiffly to attention, very military indeed, he saw where I was looking and grinned, I said “wow” and could not help but grin too. I lifted and pulled down the slip and the hard stiff cock sprang out the foreskin had moved back over the large plum shaped tip, almost in a trance I grasped the penis, I could not resist, now there was no going back. He simply grabbed me, we did not even think of condoms, laying me down on the couch, he ripped off my night dress and I opened my legs so he could see my wet and waiting pussy, offering him a clear target for his erect missile he kissed me but only briefly and then got between my thighs, I grasped his erect hard cock and rubbed it up and down along my muschi lips and clit. He sighed and then oh heaven, he slowly pushed his iron hard cock into my soaking pussy, inch for inch, I helped by lifting my ass to give him an easy entry and then he was in me up to the hilt, he started to fuck me much to quickly, I asked him to slow down, which he did, then he took me slowly deep and hard, he fondled my breasts and the cheeks of my ass, kissed me long and tenderly and bite my neck, nirvana!!

I responded by meeting his thrusts as best I could, I grasped his lovely hard ass cheeks and pulled him into my tight wet pussy. I had done pelvic floor exercises for years, as taught me by a woman doctor, that certainly helps. We carried on fucking for quite a while and I felt an orgasm coming on, the hot feeling seemed to spread from my pussy to my whole body and I was gasping and groaning, he noticed this and thrust even deeper into me, I came all in a rush, I thrust myself onto his cock and he convulsed as he too came and spurted what he called baby juice into me, he convulsed a couple of times each time pausing then thrusting again and spurting cum, now there were liquid sounds as we fucked, until he convulsed one last time and went still. He now pulled his much softer cock out of me and I looked down as I could feel the cum running out of my pussy, I grabbed my slip to stem the flow.

When I looked up I saw my husband standing in the door, he said later he had woken up to hear me moaning with pleasure, crept to the door to see W´s muscular ass between my thighs as he rode me and his thick black cock pumping in and out of my pussy. He was torn between jealousy and fascination but it was what he had wanted to see, so it turned him on. W saw him too and said oh my God, what have we done. We all calmed down, my husband and I explained things to him and said we had wanted him to fuck me for some weeks, but did not know how to go about it as we were such good friends and did not want to spoil things.

W was relieved, and delighted, so from that day on we all slept together (we bought a huge mattress ) whenever W was there, so I had two “husbands”, at least over the weekends, we devised some erotic games to play and tried as many positions and variations as we could, but if I did not want to do anything, then we did not. I was a lucky woman, this went on for about 18 months, we had sex in lots of places, in the woods at night on the beach, but mostly on our big mattress on the floor, the men shared me amicably, both of them have good thick about 9 inch cocks, so no problems on that account and we all fulfilled lots of erotic fantasies, then W was transferred to Germany, where, yes you´ve guessed it, he married a German girl and now has a family, as we do. We have had quite a number of erotic adventures since, but nothing quite like this. We missed W a lot, as quite apart from the sexual side of things we had had such good fun together and mutual experiences, I liked having two “husbands” very much, the term being the centre of attention took on a whole new meaning! Nobody thought of my “real” husband as being a cuckold though, but if I was an unfaithful wife then he must have been, W certainly visited my nest often enough, it seemed to us to be a different and exciting form of sexual relationship!! W did visit us on a number of occasions though before he got married!! So what does a woman really need, well she needs to be fit, then a minimum of two healthy fit virile men, pelvic floor exercises and a good sense of humour
Oh yes, nearly forgot and a really good thick big mattress on the floor.
Petra