Surprise Bedroom Visitor

This last weekend my husband and I had a great time reminiscing about Roger, the guy I talked about in my last entry. Mike has a memory like an elephant when it comes to remembering my sexual escapades. Although he may forget many other things, he never seems to forget any example of my naughty behaviour. We were both hot and horny after talking about the things I used to do with Roger which led to some awesome sex afterward.

Mike loved some of the things that Roger used to do. Of course many of them were on his suggestion originally. They often worked late together at the office when we were getting close to a deadline and amused themselves by dreaming up kinky situations they could get me in to. One thing that became one of Roger's favourite things was to slip quietly into my bed and fuck me, trying not to awaken Mike who would be asleep beside me.

My husband is a pretty sound sleeper but usually, once we really got going, we would jiggle the bed too much or bump him a little and he would wake up to the sound of his friend's cock plunging in and out his wife soaking wet pussy. I say soaking wet because I almost always would be. Roger loved to do oral and would always spend some time on that first before sliding his cock in. Typically I would cum at least once from the oral and would be dripping wet by the time he entered me which was a good thing as he had a unusually long and thick erection.

Sometimes, Mike would wake up when Roger was under the covers with his head still buried between my legs but usually it would be after he had mounted and was fucking me full out. Mike would usually just turn over and watch as Roger would bring me to orgasm and then blow his load inside me. Roger would then slip out of the bed and quietly go back to his room without saying anything.

Normally this would happen early in the morning just before it was time for our wake-up alarm. Occasionally however, it would be sometime in the middle of the night. It didn't happen every day but fairly often and I always looked forward to it. Whenever it did happen it was always exciting. There was something about being fucked in my own bed by another man, with my husband lying asleep beside me, that felt deliciously naughty.

Sometimes when circumstances allowed, Roger and I would go home from the office a little before Mike, purposely so we could be doing something naughty when he arrived. He would surmise what was going on of course. When he stepped into the house he would call out "Honey, I'm home" like the husband used to do in those classic TV shows before he walked in to catch us in a compromising position.

Roger and I would play innocent and pretend like nothing was going on even though he might have me bent over the kitchen table with his big cock buried inside me or sitting there playing with my tits while I gave him a blowjob. I would say something like, "Hi sweetheart. Roger was just helping me out with something. You weren't here to help so I asked him. You don't mind do you honey? He is such a big help around the house. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without him."

We would then usually burst out laughing but Mike would be as hard as a rock and the two of them would finish fucking me. If we had to go back to the office after dinner and didn't have time, we would just put it on hold for then and pick it up again later. It was a fun and deliciously naughty role-play that we never seemed to tire of.

I am working on a more extended detailed true story about my experiences with Roger during that era for Volume 2 of my private memoirs. I will be publishing them in the special online edition as they are completed.


MikeCindynJoe said...

"Honey, I'm home", is hilarious and true, as this is something I say often say when I enter my own home, not knowing if Joe or Suzanne are there and fucking my wife.

Amazing and amusing similarities. Thanks,


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