I'm working on a story that was sparked off by something in my past.
I'm writing fom the husbands point of view and want to get the story into a position where the husband and wife are at home with the three teenagers, and wife strips and has groupsex with all three while hubby watches.
I don't want to go down the forced entry into the home, non-concentual sex route. More along the the lines of some kind of blackmail where the couple agree reluctantly but possibly one or the other (or both) are both eager for it to happen. I'm not sure how to push the story to this stage but more importantly keep it realistic
For concerns over the legalities Toby the son needs not to be involved anymore, and the three teenagers are over 18.
By the way in my past I was one of the boys on the train and nother more happened than the train scene.
So far below
Part I
We had decided to take our son Toby out to London for the day and had missed the fast train back to our home town. Rather than wait for the next fast train we took the slow service which probably explained why we were the only people on the carriage.
"Oh how long left?" enquired my son
"Oh not long now sweetie" responded my wife Pamela.
"Gawd this train is taking ages" I heard being shouted out, at the other end of the carriage the door had been opened I could hear some people walking towards us.
When I first saw them they looked younger than what I thought when I heard them talking. There were three of them one at the front two behind. They swaggered along old looking teenagers not yet in their 20's, dressed in their in the kind of clothes the boys on the council estate on the other side of our home town dressed in.
"Where do you wanna sit" one shouted as they approached our seat, "we can sit where we want"
"I want to sit next to those" shouted the boy at the front. The other two burst out laughing in that annoying way teenagers do. "Fuck me look at the size of'em".
My stomach instantly noted up and I went to speak but my vocal chords froze, leaving my mouth hanging open. My wife looked as if ignoring the comment and looked out of the window. Fortunately the boys carried on walking and within seconds had moved on down the carriage, still howling with laughter.
For anyone who has seen my wife would know what they were talking about. My wife has massive tits.
When I first met Pamela, I remember that first thing I noticed was shiny white teeth she greeted me with surrounded by sensual lips. She had a pretty face with hazel eyes, that was outlined by long dark hair that came to half down her back. Her body was curvy but slightly plump & and her breasts, as I was later to find out were a good 36C. She was a friend of a friend and after I plucked up the courage to ask her out we began to date. I was in good shape and were a good match for each other and she was attracted to my boyish charm. Pamela was a still young though and her body was still developing, she began to attend the gym and began to tone up yet her breasts were still growing..Bigger and firmer. 3 years later when she walked down the aisle dressed in virginal white she was a 36D-24-35 knockout.
It was something that happened more & more. I had other men starring at my wife, walking past us they'd do a double turn when they'd notice her oversized chest. At times it wasn't just starring some men wouldn't be so shy, they'd shout things out in the middle of the street. At first it would make me angry and embarrass her, but Pamela told me to ignore it. After time it was something we got used to and we even at times joked about it, she laugh along and say "oh if only I could get pound for every time somebody stared me them we'd be rich". It's not that Pamela used to dress like a slut it was just that they were clothes any woman would wear, and as my baby got more confident, she was proud of her body. But still I have to admit when another man passed a comment my stomach would feel instantly anxious.
Now 7 years after our son was born she was in better shape than when we first married. Her pumpkin shaped boobs as big as ever, firm to the touch, toped with orange brown nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie. After a few sun kissed holidays and trips to the tanning salon her breasts were olive skinned matching the colour of the rest of her delicious body. I loved the way the way her body curved down from her back around her great shaped arse and then to her thin legs. All her exercise had seemed to change her face too it was more angular, her cheekbones higher, razor sharp eyebrows atop her deep eyes. More than enough of our increased salary had been spent on her dark hair cascading down her back. Damm she was perfect.
As was the silence that on our carriage as the boys moved into the next section. My wife and just sat there looking at each other in silence. My son Toby spook "Daddy what did those men want"
"Nothing darling" snapped back my wife.
My son sat there looking thoughtful, "Mummy was he talking about your boobies"
My wife gasped.
"What!" I shouted "What did you say!....When did you learn words like that"
"It's just that...uh..uh.." Toby was hesitating now "I heard you speaking to Mummy once"
The upset look on our son's face calmed us both down. "Oh no not you as well that's all we need, you knowing about these" saying this as she pointed at her chest her finger tip an inch away from her top, as she slowly moved her hand across from left to right. My wife giggled and Toby feeling at ease now giggled along too.
I heard a carriage door open again and I saw the three boys walking back towards us, but this time they were silent, the one at the front with a grin on his face. I couldn't believe it when they jumped into the seats on the other side of aisle from us. "Damn" I thought to myself.
"All right mate how you doing" asked one of the boys to my son.
Toby looked at me hesitantly and responded "I'm ok"
"Have you been to London as well" the boy asked again
"Yes we went to see the sights" Toby responded more confidently as if he had met common ground.
"You saw the sights did you" still talking to Toby but now staring direct at my wife, the other two just grinned at each other knowingly "you don' have to go to London to see the sites mate" Anger rose up inside me and I thought of something to say when all of a sudden on the boys shouted out "Shit the ticket inspectors, and they jumped out of their seats and moved down the train.
I gave my three tickets when requested. "Did you see those rascals running off?"
"Yes I did" as I responded to one of the ticket inspectors. "Hope you catch them" I added"
Probably not sir we were are only two minutes from the next station they'll just jump off there, not to worry you'll be at your stop in 10 minutes time"
Part II
Later on at home that night as we were dressing for bed "Could you believe the audacity of those boys on the train" asked my wife
"I know" I responded "and Toby as well, where does he learn those things...at school probably"
"So why didn't say anything to them"
"I was about to but say something but then they ran off"
"Really" Pamela said with a raised eyebrow as if disbelieving. "You're my husband & more importantly Toby's father, you have to take charge in situations like that"
Whatever sour mode there was didn't last long, we made love that evening I'm not sure why, but I was in an extra eager mood, and thankfully Pamela was too. I was extra attentive to her breasts as well that night. As my body was lower then hers my face was directly on top of her tits feeding on them as if my life depended on it. Rubbing my hard dick against the bed. "You're obsessed with them aren’t you" she breathily whispered", "You know I am" I growled back. I fucked her with all my might that night
Part III
Two weeks later on a Saturday as what home waiting for my wife to come back from shopping. As I saw our car pull in to the drive I walked out to help with the bags, Toby popped out of the seat and ran into the house. As we were loading the bags I could tell that Pamela was in a bad mood. I thought she was in a mood with Toby, he'd probably misbehaved in the supermarket. I asked what was the matter
"Nothing" she snapped back
After a few moments I asked again. "What did Toby do something"?
"It's not Toby.....Do you remember those boys on the train?"
"The boys on the train do you remember them?"
"Yes I do" Though we hadn't spoke of the incident I instantly knew what she was referring to.
"They were at the supermarket in the car park just as we were leaving, I heard a hello again and I turned around and they were there, all three of them. They said oh I didn't know you lived around here, well it turns out that they live here too" Pamela was telling me calmly but to tell she was fine with it was an understatement.
"Well what did they say" I asked
"What do you think they said"
I don't know what it was, maybe it was sight of my wife standing in her figure hugging jeans. Her tight white T-Shirt being stretched by chest. Holding her hip in the way women do, which emphasized her curves and holding a carton of milk in her other hand, or maybe it was the thought of what ever they had said to Pamela, but I could feel my cock jerk up involuntary.
"What do you mean what did they say"
I was surprised by her response "Well use your imagination"
I felt it swell up even more. I snapped myself out of it. "Did Toby hear anything?"
"No" as she walked towards the fridge. I was presented with the view of her delicious round arse encased in those tight blue denim jeans. I don't know if I was because I felt slightly aroused but it seemed to me that she was swaying her hips more than usual
"He was already in the car"
"Oh that I was good" I exclaimed
"Yes it was" she said as she put the milk away.
We made love again that night a hot horny session, and after when she was asleep
next to me, as I looked at her, her full, proud breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. The moonlight from outside seeping around the curtains dimly lighting her naked body, I felt uneasy.
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I'm writing fom the husbands point of view and want to get the story into a position where the husband and wife are at home with the three teenagers, and wife strips and has groupsex with all three while hubby watches.
I don't want to go down the forced entry into the home, non-concentual sex route. More along the the lines of some kind of blackmail where the couple agree reluctantly but possibly one or the other (or both) are both eager for it to happen. I'm not sure how to push the story to this stage but more importantly keep it realistic
For concerns over the legalities Toby the son needs not to be involved anymore, and the three teenagers are over 18.
By the way in my past I was one of the boys on the train and nother more happened than the train scene.
So far below
Part I
We had decided to take our son Toby out to London for the day and had missed the fast train back to our home town. Rather than wait for the next fast train we took the slow service which probably explained why we were the only people on the carriage.
"Oh how long left?" enquired my son
"Oh not long now sweetie" responded my wife Pamela.
"Gawd this train is taking ages" I heard being shouted out, at the other end of the carriage the door had been opened I could hear some people walking towards us.
When I first saw them they looked younger than what I thought when I heard them talking. There were three of them one at the front two behind. They swaggered along old looking teenagers not yet in their 20's, dressed in their in the kind of clothes the boys on the council estate on the other side of our home town dressed in.
"Where do you wanna sit" one shouted as they approached our seat, "we can sit where we want"
"I want to sit next to those" shouted the boy at the front. The other two burst out laughing in that annoying way teenagers do. "Fuck me look at the size of'em".
My stomach instantly noted up and I went to speak but my vocal chords froze, leaving my mouth hanging open. My wife looked as if ignoring the comment and looked out of the window. Fortunately the boys carried on walking and within seconds had moved on down the carriage, still howling with laughter.
For anyone who has seen my wife would know what they were talking about. My wife has massive tits.
When I first met Pamela, I remember that first thing I noticed was shiny white teeth she greeted me with surrounded by sensual lips. She had a pretty face with hazel eyes, that was outlined by long dark hair that came to half down her back. Her body was curvy but slightly plump & and her breasts, as I was later to find out were a good 36C. She was a friend of a friend and after I plucked up the courage to ask her out we began to date. I was in good shape and were a good match for each other and she was attracted to my boyish charm. Pamela was a still young though and her body was still developing, she began to attend the gym and began to tone up yet her breasts were still growing..Bigger and firmer. 3 years later when she walked down the aisle dressed in virginal white she was a 36D-24-35 knockout.
It was something that happened more & more. I had other men starring at my wife, walking past us they'd do a double turn when they'd notice her oversized chest. At times it wasn't just starring some men wouldn't be so shy, they'd shout things out in the middle of the street. At first it would make me angry and embarrass her, but Pamela told me to ignore it. After time it was something we got used to and we even at times joked about it, she laugh along and say "oh if only I could get pound for every time somebody stared me them we'd be rich". It's not that Pamela used to dress like a slut it was just that they were clothes any woman would wear, and as my baby got more confident, she was proud of her body. But still I have to admit when another man passed a comment my stomach would feel instantly anxious.
Now 7 years after our son was born she was in better shape than when we first married. Her pumpkin shaped boobs as big as ever, firm to the touch, toped with orange brown nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie. After a few sun kissed holidays and trips to the tanning salon her breasts were olive skinned matching the colour of the rest of her delicious body. I loved the way the way her body curved down from her back around her great shaped arse and then to her thin legs. All her exercise had seemed to change her face too it was more angular, her cheekbones higher, razor sharp eyebrows atop her deep eyes. More than enough of our increased salary had been spent on her dark hair cascading down her back. Damm she was perfect.
As was the silence that on our carriage as the boys moved into the next section. My wife and just sat there looking at each other in silence. My son Toby spook "Daddy what did those men want"
"Nothing darling" snapped back my wife.
My son sat there looking thoughtful, "Mummy was he talking about your boobies"
My wife gasped.
"What!" I shouted "What did you say!....When did you learn words like that"
"It's just that...uh..uh.." Toby was hesitating now "I heard you speaking to Mummy once"
The upset look on our son's face calmed us both down. "Oh no not you as well that's all we need, you knowing about these" saying this as she pointed at her chest her finger tip an inch away from her top, as she slowly moved her hand across from left to right. My wife giggled and Toby feeling at ease now giggled along too.
I heard a carriage door open again and I saw the three boys walking back towards us, but this time they were silent, the one at the front with a grin on his face. I couldn't believe it when they jumped into the seats on the other side of aisle from us. "Damn" I thought to myself.
"All right mate how you doing" asked one of the boys to my son.
Toby looked at me hesitantly and responded "I'm ok"
"Have you been to London as well" the boy asked again
"Yes we went to see the sights" Toby responded more confidently as if he had met common ground.
"You saw the sights did you" still talking to Toby but now staring direct at my wife, the other two just grinned at each other knowingly "you don' have to go to London to see the sites mate" Anger rose up inside me and I thought of something to say when all of a sudden on the boys shouted out "Shit the ticket inspectors, and they jumped out of their seats and moved down the train.
I gave my three tickets when requested. "Did you see those rascals running off?"
"Yes I did" as I responded to one of the ticket inspectors. "Hope you catch them" I added"
Probably not sir we were are only two minutes from the next station they'll just jump off there, not to worry you'll be at your stop in 10 minutes time"
Part II
Later on at home that night as we were dressing for bed "Could you believe the audacity of those boys on the train" asked my wife
"I know" I responded "and Toby as well, where does he learn those things...at school probably"
"So why didn't say anything to them"
"I was about to but say something but then they ran off"
"Really" Pamela said with a raised eyebrow as if disbelieving. "You're my husband & more importantly Toby's father, you have to take charge in situations like that"
Whatever sour mode there was didn't last long, we made love that evening I'm not sure why, but I was in an extra eager mood, and thankfully Pamela was too. I was extra attentive to her breasts as well that night. As my body was lower then hers my face was directly on top of her tits feeding on them as if my life depended on it. Rubbing my hard dick against the bed. "You're obsessed with them aren’t you" she breathily whispered", "You know I am" I growled back. I fucked her with all my might that night
Part III
Two weeks later on a Saturday as what home waiting for my wife to come back from shopping. As I saw our car pull in to the drive I walked out to help with the bags, Toby popped out of the seat and ran into the house. As we were loading the bags I could tell that Pamela was in a bad mood. I thought she was in a mood with Toby, he'd probably misbehaved in the supermarket. I asked what was the matter
"Nothing" she snapped back
After a few moments I asked again. "What did Toby do something"?
"It's not Toby.....Do you remember those boys on the train?"
"The boys on the train do you remember them?"
"Yes I do" Though we hadn't spoke of the incident I instantly knew what she was referring to.
"They were at the supermarket in the car park just as we were leaving, I heard a hello again and I turned around and they were there, all three of them. They said oh I didn't know you lived around here, well it turns out that they live here too" Pamela was telling me calmly but to tell she was fine with it was an understatement.
"Well what did they say" I asked
"What do you think they said"
I don't know what it was, maybe it was sight of my wife standing in her figure hugging jeans. Her tight white T-Shirt being stretched by chest. Holding her hip in the way women do, which emphasized her curves and holding a carton of milk in her other hand, or maybe it was the thought of what ever they had said to Pamela, but I could feel my cock jerk up involuntary.
"What do you mean what did they say"
I was surprised by her response "Well use your imagination"
I felt it swell up even more. I snapped myself out of it. "Did Toby hear anything?"
"No" as she walked towards the fridge. I was presented with the view of her delicious round arse encased in those tight blue denim jeans. I don't know if I was because I felt slightly aroused but it seemed to me that she was swaying her hips more than usual
"He was already in the car"
"Oh that I was good" I exclaimed
"Yes it was" she said as she put the milk away.
We made love again that night a hot horny session, and after when she was asleep
next to me, as I looked at her, her full, proud breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. The moonlight from outside seeping around the curtains dimly lighting her naked body, I felt uneasy.
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