I had been married for eight years when the first of my DP sex stories took place.

It wasn’t that I didn’t love my husband – I did – or that our sex life was boring – he went down on me at least twice a month – it was just that I craved something different.

Passion had turned to routine to monotony. Geoff was a fantastic husband, a great father and an adequate lover. And yet, a kernel of discontent took root in my heart.

Whenever I watched some racy BBC drama – Poldark was a favourite – I couldn’t help but imagine that it was me in the smouldering male lead’s arms. 

I turned to masturbation. After three or four years, I’d never masturbated so much in my life.

“Craig’s cum exploded across my chest in thick sticky-hot ropes, festooning my tits and hitting my neck in glistening beads.”

Whenever Geoff and the kids were out, I’d get some racy stuff on the TV and go to town with the biggest dildo I could keep hidden (Geoff couldn’t know – he’d have taken it personally).

Watching the sex scenes in TV shows soon grew stale, and I graduated to PornHub videos. MMF threesomes were a favourite.

I couldn’t get the idea of taking two dicks at once out of my mind. An insistent, steady itch developed in my loins. I scratched that itch with porn for as long as I could. 

Until it wasn’t enough. 

The First Of Her DP Sex Stories Began With Ashley Madison

I first installed Ashley Madison on my phone on a dreary autumn day in 2017, rain bouncing off my window and my dildo sitting, unused, on the duvet.

The fact that it was wrong, that it was a betrayal of my marriage and my kids, should have put me off – and it did, in a way. But it also excited me more than anything had in a long time.

It sounds ridiculous, but simply registering got me slippery-wet. I put in my details, found some pictures of a guy I fancied, and fucked myself ragged with the dildo, orgasms coming in bright, tight explosions. 

Simply browsing wasn’t enough after a while. I knew that I was going to do this. I was going to cheat on Geoff.

The mere thought was enough to excite me, and I knew that even if the sex was entirely mediocre, it would be the best of my life. It would be amazing because it was wrong. 

In a way, it didn’t even matter who it was. As long as he didn’t strangle me and dump me in a ditch somewhere, it could have been Harry Hill for all I cared.

My invitation for extramarital sex was open to anyone – the 60-year-old divorcé who messaged me daily; the balding, chubby father of four who thought I was a hooker; the arrogant, handsome stockbroker with gym pics in the dozens. 

But it was an economics student who accepted. 

Craig & Oscar

Craig was nineteen, tall, handsome in a boyish way, with a rugby player’s thick body and the gormless arrogance of an upper-class boy.

We got to talking; on Ashley Madison, things inevitably go one way, and soon we were sexting, me masturbating furiously to his descriptions of what he was going to do to me and, later, his dick pics. 

One night his roommate, Oscar, caught Craig on Ashley Madison. He wanted to know what he was doing. Craig told me about it, and I knew that the fantasy had gone to the next level. 

And I knew it wasn’t going to be mere fantasy much longer. 

Craig and Oscar nearly bit my hand off at the suggestion. I’d go to their halls. We’d have a drink. Then we’d see where the night took the three of us. 

The night arrived. Geoff was out playing Dungeons and Dragons with some workmates; I’d lied and said I was meeting up with some of the girls from work, so the kids were at his mum’s. We were set. 

I squeezed myself into a slinky little black dress I hadn’t worn since my early thirties. My boobs threatened to spill out with every step I took on the strappy stilettos I’d picked out.

I wore a pearl necklace that Geoff had given me for our 5-year anniversary, a touch I found perverse but fitting.

I spent two hours washing, drying and curling my hair so that it cascaded over my shoulders like an ash-blonde waterfall.

I hoped the boys were up to the challenge of seeing to me a cock-ravenous cougar who’d thought of nothing but eating them up for the past two days. 

Yet despite my confidence, the warmth in my loins and my eagerness, I was nervous. I opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio that had been chilling in the fridge and necked a glass in five minutes while I re-read Craig and I’s message history, tantalising myself with what would happen.

Another half-glass – just enough to shore up my nerves but not enough to make me seem like an alcoholic. Brushed my teeth again. Checked my hair. I ordered a taxi. 

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They all knew what I was doing there, it seemed – all those bawdy student lads in the common room, watching a middle-aged woman totter through the halls of a student residence.

Craig and Oscar had clearly been boasting before the fact. I should have been embarrassed; perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps it was the growing fire in my loins at the thought of my delicto being so very flagrante, but I didn’t care at all. It turned me on. 

Let them know what we’re going to do. Let them listen. 

I arrived at their room. Knocked on the door. I waited but a heartbeat before it was open. 

Oscar was cut from the same burly rugger cloth as Craig, except that he had a shock of curly auburn hair where Craig’s was brown and close-cropped.

He smiled, distorting the crop of acne on his chin. It didn’t bother me; their youth merely served to grease the wheels, even more, so to speak. I was so wet my panties would have to be peeled off. 

“Hi,” I said. It was one of the few words that would be uttered all night. 

It took me about thirty seconds to get Oscar’s cock free from his jeans. It burst from his pants like a thick, veiny soldier to attention.

I don’t think I’d ever seen a cock as big as his outside of porn. It slid into my mouth like molasses. 

I hadn’t even seen Craig, but I felt him. My skirt was hiked up, and my panties were pulled to one side.

Something warm and wet dribbled down my ass and tickled my asshole. I felt him begin to push his way in. 

I gasped when he was six inches deep in my asshole; when it reached eight, I screamed somewhere between pain and pleasure.

I’d never had a dick in my ass, much less one this big. I heard him moan, begin to rock back and forth, and plunge his dick in and out.

Pain flared for a brief moment before subsiding and subsuming into steady, warm pleasure. I felt it slide in and out, and I realised that I wanted to feel his cum, hot and insistent, spurt right into my asshole. 

I was wetter than I’d ever been. One hand strayed away to probe and rub; the other closed around Oscar’s meaty member, and I explored the secret veins with my lips and mouth.

“I felt Oscar’s monstrous member convulse, and I tightened my sphincter as he came, swallowing his cock, taking the thick spurts of cum deep into my asshole, and refusing to let him go.”

He moaned and called me a dirty whore; I took his whole ten inches in deep, right to the back of my throat, and held it there as long as I could before I pulled away with a gag. My spit glistened on his throbbing cock, a faint presage of the cum that would later follow. 

Craig was going too fast, jackhammering into my asshole with short, sharp breaths, and I knew it would be over before I wanted it to be.

I pulled away, shushing him, slowing him, and turned my body so that my ass was now facing Oscar.

I didn’t just want one cock deep in my ass. I wanted both of them to feel what it was like; I wanted myself to feel the difference between eight inches and ten. 

Oscar tore at my dress with big, rough hands, and the straps gave as he pulled it off. I felt his engorged head poke eagerly at my dilated asshole, and I pushed back, encouraging him.

He slid in, and I came in a bright supernova right there and then. 

I spat and slobbered over Craig’s cock, still slick with his own spit and tasting faintly of my own ass.

This excited me even more, and I slid two fingers into my sopping cunt as Oscar thrust back and forth, his pelvis slapping against my ass cheeks with meaty claps.

Her First Double Penetration Comes To a Messy End

I knew that half the halls would be listening, and I came again once, twice, my moans ascending to ecstatic crescendos. 

My excitement drew them both in, and I didn’t need to work Craig’s tumescent cock for more than twenty seconds before he moaned again – the moan of a man about to cum – and I pulled back, working his shaft with my free hand.

Behind me, Oscar sped up, his dick slamming again and again into my spit-slicked back passage. 

They came almost at the same time. Craig’s cum exploded across my chest in thick sticky-hot ropes, festooning my tits and hitting my neck in glistening beads.

I felt Oscar’s monstrous member convulse, and I tightened my sphincter as he came, swallowing his cock, taking the thick spurts of cum deep into my asshole, and refusing to let him go.

His huge hands grabbed my waist, fingers digging in deep, and he shuddered as he spent the last of his cum in my asshole. 

I looked at both of them languorously, scooping cum off my chest with one finger and sampling it with slow tongue sweeps.

Had they not both just cum as hard as they had, I think I’d have made them immediately hard again. 

I had to borrow an oversized rugby shirt to make my way home, my dress ruined as it was. I left it as a souvenir for them.

Their souvenirs were in my ass, in my throat. They’d be gone soon enough. 

I got back home stinking of sex and deceit. Stinking like the whore I had become. I should have felt shame; instead, I felt a familiar kernel take root in my heart. 

I took out my phone. I ignored Craig’s message thanking me for a fantastic night. 

I needed something different. Something more hardcore. Little did I know that a message from a particularly perverse and sexually liberated couple on Ashley Madison would lead me to it.

But that’s another story for another day.

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