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Exposed Wife
I had been living with my wife for over a year. She was quite tall and slim and pretty too. Very sexy, very smart, but best of all, she loved to party. Being in a huge city, bars, people and music were never hard to find. Sitting at a bar drinking beer was one of our favourite pastimes.
So we were out one night, drinking, laughing, dancing to crap music, looking at sexy girls bodies swaying to the beat. She was in her early 30’s and I was 12 years older so we both really enjoyed looking at younger girls moving sexily to music.
“Do you like looking at them?” she insecurely asked.
“You’re much sexier baby” I told her, I knew this game. And, at my age, was a master.
“Ha ha….I’m ten years older than those little girls.”
“Yes, but there’s not a man in here that hasn’t taken his eyes off your arse.”
“Who? Where?” I pointed them out. All of them were looking. It was something about the way she moved her body: so tall yet so graceful and the sex just flowed like a river of porn. I had gotten used to the staring of other guys, and over the months I had relaxed about it, evolving into somewhat of a quiet voyeur from the angry douche bag I used to be when I had first started living with her.
“And why do you think they are looking at me at my age when there are all these tight little teenage pussies available?”
I played the game, convincing her she was gorgeous and it wasn’t really her unavailability that was the attraction to us asshole guys. We carried on drinking and talking, with her dancing attracting ever more daring partners — one even putting his hands around her waist as they danced. A year ago he would’ve received the death stare.
We got drunk and left in the middle of the morning, sleeping through Sunday until mid afternoon. Oh the joy of no children. We snacked until early evening, when I suggested the movies. The game started again.
“What shall I wear?” I didn’t play this time, but tried a different tact, knowing she was still on a buzz from last night’s attention.
“Why don’t you see how much attention you can get tonight honey?” I teasingly asked. She bit. I was smug. I selected a normal top, with a matching short skirt. No panties. I convinced her no panties. I suspected she liked the idea of sitting in the movies, being able to open and close her legs as she wished, exposing herself to the darkness.
She dressed and we walked to the elevator. I didn’t mention that I was trying to get her horny as hell. Now don’t misunderstand, she had her moments, but they were rare. We had a lot of sex for sure, but that dirty stuff that we pervs oh so enjoy, well, I hadn’t had one of those sessions for some time.
The elevator arrived and we entered. I couldn’t resist it — I kissed her full on the lips, entering her mouth with my probing tongue, circling my fingers around her arse cheeks. I knew she was wet.
“Stand still.” I commanded, and pulled her skirt down to her knees, her freshly shaved dripping vagina exposed to my hungry eyes. Her shocked facial expression intensified to sheer horror as the elevator slowed three floors from the bottom. She glared at me as she pulled it up hastily trying to re-arrange herself as a neighbour stepped in. He was in his fifties and I wasn’t sure he couldn’t smell her dripping cunt. However, had he gazed down, he’d have noticed her skirt on the wrong way round. Just as I had had that thought, he gazed down, and smiled. She blushed. Cool.
We spent the night flirting with each other, and, as she walked around the mall to the screens, she deliberately walked up a glass staircase, exposing to anyone below a cunt that I just couldn’t wait to eat. I noticed one middle aged man looking up, hurriedly looking to each side to ensure his fat wife wouldn’t catch him. His fat wife should thank us; she’d be getting a good pussy pounding tonight for sure.
We enjoyed the night. I didn’t want to spoil it getting ejected from the movie for finger banging a girl I’d be cock banging a couple of hours later. I wasn’t 17 after all, was I?
We got home and fucked like the 17year olds that we weren’t, and I waited for the weekend, hoping I could use my not so ingenious methods to make her hot again.
Friday night came, and we played the dressing game again. Not wanting to repeat last weekend’s trick I selected an even shorter skirt but with ultra tight black gloss leggings. I nearly came in my pants as she pulled them on and they went right up the crack or her arse.
We finished a bottle of wine and left for our local bar. We didn’t know anyone there except the barman, who set us up some drinks as we walked in.
She was already tipsy, and after a couple more and some flirting with the barman she wanted a dance. Damn she looked hot; my cock started to twitch watching her move. There were a lot of eyes on her too, men, boys, and horny girls. I wanted to fuck her there and then.
The drinking and dancing continued for a few hours. I limited myself as the whole point of showing her off was to get her horny enough for a dirty session, something that wouldn’t happen with too much alcohol.
She was getting wilder, arms around guys’ necks, their hands on her hips. She came back to finish off yet another glass and said she was sweating and asked if it was ok to take off the leggings. I suggested no and that perhaps the skirt removed would cool her somewhat and still retain some dignity. She agreed and went to the toilet and unclasped the skirt, putting it in her handbag.
Watching her walk back I realized I was getting anxious with nerves at everyone looking. Her leggings showed everything, even pulling tight up her vagina. Camel toe gold medal; and the girl did have big pussy lips.
She gave me a slutty kiss and told me to check her bag as she went off to dance. I opened it — the tiny skirt was folded, and on top, her wet string. I’d been chatting most of the evening to a nice middle aged couple at the bar as the drunken babe danced with everyone and anyone. They asked me what she’d put in the bag, so, in my drunken haze, I opened it and showed them, getting a nervous heartbeat as a strange man looked at my girlfriend’s soaking panties. His wife giggled, looked up, and jokingly suggested he go dance with the girl with no pants on. He did. There were men all around her, staring at her arse and prominent cunny lips.
He walked up to her and put his arms around her neck, softly grinding into her. My cock jumped, his wife placed her hand on my knee and smiled at me with a slutty drunken look. She was about my age, way too old for me, and slightly chubby, in a sexy way. She rubbed up my knee as she watched her husband, who by now had lowered his hands to my wife’s hips, and found my throbbing cock. I swallowed dryly with surprise and tried to ignore her by taking a huge swig of beer, as I watched a strange man, who knew she was wearing no panties, grind his obviously swollen tool into my wife’s crotch. I couldn’t wait to get her home.
She came over for a drink and told me she was drunk but oh so horny. Really darling I hadn’t realised.
“Why you so horny?” I wanted to hear her confession.
“He’s got a hard on, I think he went to the toilet to wank.”
“How do you know he’s erect?” I asked, again with a dry throat and a throbbing cock. His wife was trying to listen above the music.
“He was rubbing it on me…”she drunkenly confessed… “…I couldn’t help it.”
She finished her drink, gave me a fake look of shame, and went back to dance. A different guy grabbed her, equally as drunk, and started to kiss her. She responded to his kiss with too much vigour for my liking and I knew it was approaching home time. I had enjoyed the show so far but kissing was taboo.
When hands dropped to her arse she turned around and ground into him, bending to touch her toes in time with the pounding music as he held her hips dreaming of his own pounding. The couple had gone onto the dance floor too, drunk and in their heightened state of sexual arousal.
I rubbed my cock through my jeans. It felt good. I need to cum. I thought about visiting the toilets but decided, even as perverted as I was, public toilet masturbation wasn’t part of my lifestyle; besides, I wanted to see how hot I could make my slut because I wanted to achieve my objective.
My dirty unfaithful lady staggered back when the song finished. She didn’t have to speak, I knew she needed cock. As I paid up and walked to the cloakroom, the middle aged couple also left. They walked along with us, and the conversation revolved around the hot little girls dancing in their little skirts. His references to wanting to see their tight young bodies were obviously aimed at my wife, who bit and asked was she as sexy, turning and pushing her arse up for us to assess. A unanimous “Gorgeous!” from the three of us rubber stamped my impending hardcore session, and we continued our short journey, as apparently they lived in the next apartment block.
I started to feel relaxed, thinking of all the illegal things I wanted to invent to do to this slutty bitch, when I heard myself ask:
“Come up to our place, I got some beers kicking around” like we hadn’t had enough and as though I didn’t really just want to strip my slut naked the second I entered the elevator.
The offer was gratefully received by our new acquaintances, and we went up and entered the apartment. As we took off jackets and shoes, my dirty cow once again bent right forward so we could all see her arse and, unknown to her, those very wet and prominent lips, which had soaked her leggings, making her look incontinent. She didn’t know that we all knew the truth.
The middle aged man took it as another queue to have an uninvited play and stepped in, held her hips and started grinding into her arse and pussy, simulating thrusts and dragging a finger across her lips.
“Oh that’s rude, and we have guests….!” she cooed sweetly, thinking the throb was mine.
He let go and stepped back, and the three of us grinned drunkenly to each other as she tried to stand up straight, regretting bending over in the first place. I don’t know why I didn’t try to stop him…perhaps it was because he was a nice guy, ten years older than me, and, strangely, it was turning me on.
We travelled to the kitchen and I put on a bit of music, quite but danceable. I grabbed cold beers and some more wine and we all started to dance, my first with my own girl for what seemed like hours.
“You’re not hard like you were 5 minutes ago!” she stated openly, putting her hand to my cock.
“It wasn’t me grinding you.” I told her. The look of shock was great. She looked over to our dancing friends and said to the professor look-a-like: “You rubbed your cock on me…how rude!” and we all laughed, and swapped dance partners. I could see where this was going, and wasn’t sure how to stop it.
It was hot in the apartment, and the middle aged wife decided she had nothing to lose by dropping her jeans and pulling off her top. Actually she looked quite horny in her satin underwear, and I pulled off my top in approval (at my age, I rarely needed an excuse to expose my hard-fought-for six-pack.
Not to be outdone, and turned on by the sight of his underwear clad chubby wife, Mr. Horny Old Dude unbuttoned his shirt and almost instantly dropped his trousers, his huge hard-on poking up inside his underwear. Impressive. I was glad he kept his boxers on though.
Well, there was one left, and she keeping clothed. She also wasn’t wearing panties, and we all knew it.
She walked into the middle of the kitchen, looked me in the eye, pulled up her top, unclasped her bra, and dropped it all, standing topless with her huge nipples erect and breasts swinging freely, Smiling and rubbing them, pulling her nipples out hard.
I was so hard and just wanted to suck them. I loved sucking her tits. I stepped toward her but was beaten by a guy 20 years older than her who was determined to have a feel before someone intervened.
“No!” said my babe, but not because she didn’t want the attention, evidently she wanted to get her cunt out. Would I let it happen? I didn’t have a choice. I stood transfixed as she turned around, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slowly slowly started to pull them down. When half her cheeks were exposed, the underwear clad middle aged mum dropped her bra off to reveal a nice pair, and as I stared at them, her husband dived straight in, pinching, suckling, massaging, his obvious excitement encouraging them both on toward something that I had neither planned nor in my naivety, anticipated.
I shouldn’t have been, but I became somewhat shocked as she dropped her panties, right there, right there in front of me, us, right there in my kitchen; and her husband’s excitement quadrupled.
On seeing the shaven older pussy, displayed so openly, my angel bent forward, again, right over this time, and pulled the leggings down and out of the crack of her arse and away from her sticky pussy, dropping them all the way to the floor. Her wet lips had come into view, as had her sweaty anus.
I couldn’t fully grasp the scene: a stranger of a man with his erect penis throbbing inside his boxers and his middle aged but by now very sexy looking naked wife were looking at my equally butt naked wife in our kitchen, and, as I thought the surrealistic images couldn’t get anymore more surreal, Mr. Fifty dropped his boxers, his cock pointing directly at my sluts exposed holes, pre-cum dripping, big head purple and angry.
She was looking over her shoulder at him, looking at his cock, just staring, drunken blurry eyes transfixed to a tool 20 years older than her. That cock had been ejaculating before she was even born.
She wasn’t alone in her staring: I was embarrassingly transfixed to only the second live cock I’d even seen, and his wife was the third unavoidable voyeur, aware, as we all were, that this impromptu evening had evolved beyond drinking and grinding and flashing tits and ass.
Sensing an imminent un-discussed insertion into a much younger pussy, the sexy wife dropped to her knees and made oral love to that cock. Her actions broke the voyeuristic spell that had befallen us, and my honey, still bent to an almost touchy toe position, began pulling her nipples as she looked over her shoulder at the blow job action unfolding in her kitchen.
Quite why she continued to expose her inner most sexual parts instead of turning was slightly perplexing me, as not only had my voyeuristic side had been fulfilled, I had no desire, perverted or otherwise, to watch her being taken.
Despite it all, my cock was so hard; I wanted to drop my jeans, after all I was the only one not fully exposed, and I loved showing off my knob. What man doesn’t?
What was in my mind at that point was that I was going to drop my jeans, show the fellating lady my nice looking tool, then stick my cock up my woman’s cunt and fuck her whilst our two guests did the same. I didn’t mind them watching; after all, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d been watched. What wasn’t in my mind was that the woman would un-impale her head from her husband’s cock, reach for mine, and thrust it to gently into her mouth, moving it toward the back of her throat before I could react.
It felt so good, her warm soft mouth around my aching helmet. She tickled by balls too; damn I loved that.
My baby was watching. By now rubbing her dripping cunt lips openly for all to see, and running her finger over her anus, still looking over her shoulder.
I couldn’t take anymore. I really needed to cum, but wanted my own woman to have it and I so needed to smell her. She’d been rubbing her vagina on other men’s cocks all night and I knew it was soaking and sweaty; I just had to smell it.
I was about to pull out of that warm willing mouth and drop to my knees behind my wife, wanting to smell her arsehole, when, as if a scene form a porno, Mr. Horny stopped tugging his big cock, dropped down behind my slut, and just stared into her much younger pussy.
His wife was an expert cock pleaser, and I involuntarily started to shaft her head as the voyeur started to smell my woman’s sweaty arse crack. My god it was so horny to see, she loved it too, and started to gyrate her bottom as he nuzzled his nose into the crack of joy. Would she let him fuck her, I found myself wondering, as I watched from another world, not knowing what to do, leaving it up to my slut to call the shots.
It didn’t take long, as she placed a hand on each buttock and pulled herself wide open for this man’s pleasure, exposing her pink gaping hole. He didn’t disappoint her; he pushed his tongue, oh so slowly, deep into her anus, her arsehole, her tight secret hole of lust. If it hadn’t have been for the amazing mouth wrapped around my swollen tool, I would’ve stopped him, I told myself. But I knew I wouldn’t. It was too horny, too sexy to stop. Far too filthy dirty.
As I watched I realized his wife had stopped sucking my cock and was watching her older husband tongue fuck this young woman. She wanked me rhythmically, kissing my head softly, running her tongue around on it, almost lovingly.
It was incredible, watching my previously loyal wife getting her anus and pussy eaten out by a relative stranger as she bent forward and touched her toes.
This man had seen, smelled, and tasted my wife’s anus and vagina, and I hadn’t stopped him, and right now, as I watched, she was dropping to her knees in our kitchen to suck on his big cock. I couldn’t believe, but any anxieties vanished as his wife returned to deep throating me.
This double swapped over fellatio continued for a few minutes. God women were sluts sometimes.
My wife stood up and demanded cock:
“I need fucking.”
His wife agreed:
“My cunt needs cocks.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted her, but I knew I wanted my wife.
We walked to our bed, a superb Super King size, not purchased for this purpose. I lay her down on the bed and entered her. At that moment I didn’t care who could see what, I just wanted to be inside her vagina. I thrust in an out, almost oblivious to the scene next to me. My face was buried in my wife’s neck and I was kissing it softly. I wanted to tongue her mouth passionately but didn’t quite fancy the obvious taste of cock. The other couple were on our bed too, her wanking and sucking his cock. She turned around and offered her rear end to him as I watched. The site of her cunt and dark arsehole staring and winking at me brought me an excitement I couldn’t control. I fucked my slutty cock sucking wife’s flooded cunt faster and faster, slowing as my baby lifted her head to try and see.
As the guy started to enter his wife, mine reached for his balls and massaged them, pushing her thumb against his arsehole. It was dirty of her, and I thanked the beer for preventing my ejaculation.
He fucked his wife wildly, and mine asked for doggy style too.
There we were, two couples, neighbours and strangers before tonight and now players in an incredibly hot sexual game, which was consensual and hadn’t gone too far.
I reached under and started to massage her clit as she buried her face in the bed and lifted her anus up high. She started to finger her own arsehole, one then two fingers, knuckle deep, and started to cum. The anal fingering display pushed him over the edge, his orgasm starting with a grunted “Mmm” and he became more vociferous as his wife joined in. She started to push back harder on his weapon, looking over her shoulder as she came with us also reaching climax. As if previously agreed but totally spontaneous, my big cocked friend and I withdrew, grabbed our respective erections and furiously fisted them as spurt after spurt of hot cum sprayed of the dirty cow’s backs. I turned slightly to look at his wife’s cunt as I came, staring into her winking hole as I wrung the last droplets from my softening penis.
I sat back, my wife lay collapsed, semen dripping from her skin, and our friends lay down to recover.
When the heat of sexual excitement cools, the atmosphere equally cools; but, in a friendly way, our guests, no doubt due to their maturity, comforted each other lovingly. I stood and pulled a cover from the dresser, and offered them the couch. They took the cue perfectly and rose to leave. She came to me and kissed me full on the lips, rubbing my cock as she did so; he turned to my wife and bent over to kiss her on the cheek goodnight.
It was so relaxed, so mutually respectful. We haven’t repeated the event up until now, but sure as hell we fucked a lot that weekend after our guests left the next morning.
If you’re thinking of sharing with another couple, oral only and same room sex is definitely a comfortable way to start.
What Got Into Her
Roberts Wife
I must thank Robert sometime for his sick and twisted thoughts. You see, my buddy Robert invited me over to his house one night for some sports and beers. One monday night we were obviously tipsy and began divulging our sexual fantasies to each other. We were both married to women whom were sexually dirty in the privacy of the bedroom, but that was where it stopped. Of course, In my mind, I often visualized getting his wife alone and ravaging her cunt so hard. I felt that it was my duty to give her something that she was never to have again, having been married for a while now. But neither he nor her would ever swing that way. So we would tell each other of what nasty things we did with our wives to sort of, get off in a different way. Last week I had told him about how I talked my wife into some costumed roll playing. I had a toga from my college days and she had a Cleopatra outfit to match. We made a pillow stacked harem in our den where we had wine, grapes and some explicit encounters. Robert loved that idea.
He said, “damn you are a lucky guy. Your wife has a shape that would look great in something tight like that.”
I told him “Rob, you have to try the costume thing. The women get so into it. I bet your wife would really dig acting out fantasies.” He told me that they don’t really have any costumes around. He did say however, that his wife had plenty of fancy dresses.
He said too much.
I immediatly ran through what seemed to be dozens of notions in my mind. Different possibilities. And genius struck.
“I have an idea that you might find fun. It’s easy and probably pretty romantic.”
“Really,” he responded. “I am all ears.”
I asked if she had any fancy black dresses. Something that complimented her body. Preferably a v-neck. He told me that one of her friends had just bought her that exact dress. Black, long, elegant, with a deep v-neck that accentuated her bust. Oh my thoughts began racing and my blood got hot. I imagined her in it with her 36B tits creating a lustful cleavage that you’d want to bury your face in and suck away. I said “perfect. And you do still have that black trench coat with a matching black shirt and slacks.”
He responded a “yes, sure. What are you getting at”
“Well”, I said. “I have a phantom mask from Phantom of the Opera. With that and maybe a red rose, the two of you could go see the show which happens to be playing in town for the rest of the week. Have a nice dinner and drinks before, see the show, and return home where you break out the mask and the wine and champagne that you had chilling in the bar, and the two of you passionately make love all night long. She will love it. Im telling you.” He must have dug the idea because I saw his dick rise to a pup tent in his pants. It must have hurt. I know, Ive seen Robert take a piss before when we used urinals next to each other once. We are built roughly the same and coincidentally have the same size cocks, which is the keystone behind my plan which was playing itself out to the tee. I told Robert I’d bring him the mask sometime this week and he’d be set.
Friday night rolled around as it always does. Robert gave me a call before they left to thank me for the idea, the mask, and just for being there. I told him, “forget about it. Twas my pleasure”, as I smirked at myself. “By the way, what time do you plan to get home so I can tell my wife not to call yours and bother you guys.”
“Oh, well be back about 11:30 or so.”
“Ok, you guys have fun and tell me all about it tomorrow.” All was set.
I knew Roberts love for the drink and figured they both would be coming home pretty sloshed. I slipped into Roberts house using the back door with the key he “entrusted” me with as good friends do. I had with me my black shirt with slacks and my black trench coat which funny enough looks exactly like Roberts, due to the fact that they were our wives Christmas gifts to us. I went to Roberts drink cabinet where he had the wine and champagne ready to go. I knew he would have his favorite label for himself, as he only drinks Merlot, and the champagne for his wife. I grabbed his bottle and replaced it with the one I brought which had just enough roach pills to knock him our for hours. My trap having been laid, I made for his guest closet to hunker down and wait.
I had only been there for about 25 minutes or so when the two of them returned home. It must have taken another five minutes for him to find his keys and open the door which indicated to me that he must have been tanked already. This was disheartening as he may not require any more drink and all would be ruined. I cursed myself for not having thought of that. I was pleased though, to hear the next sound be that of a bottle popping which must have been the champagne. “Come on,” I told myself. “One more bottle”. I heard the ‘shrup’ of a corkscrew popping out the cork to the merlot which I hopped Robert would be drunk enough to not notice the diligent efforts I went though to pop back in after dropping the pills. And I guess he didn’t because all I heard was his wife say “OO Robert. I like your mask.”
He performed to her in a slobbering dialect some lines from the play and some from himself in character. “I want you tonight Kristine. Taste of this drink” as he certainly was giving her her champagne. From the sound though, he was chugging right from the bottle. “I an not ttthat brop…prober…proper” she said in an inebriated haze. She too began to chug from her bottle and soon enough Robert konked out right there on the couch.
“Yourrree kdding me.” She whimpered. ” No Robbie, ake up.” And to no avail but right as I planned, she gave up and let him be. Extremely disappointed she began her long walk to the bedroom to change her clothes and bring him back a blanket.
Ready…..set…..go!
I popped out from the doorway to the guest bedroom and caught her by surprise. Her shock was dulled though, by the booze. It was quite dark in the hallway and that coupled with the drink and the fact that me and Robert weren’t that different in looks made her say the next, “Oh…… hi baby. I thought…thought you passed out.” I risked that she might still be in the roll so I grabbed her by her shoulders and slowly turned her around and put my nose to her neck and softly inhaled. The breeze of that brushed her neck and she shivered. “Oh, are you still goin do take me to your lair”.
I grabbed the blanked from her arms and threw it aside and scooped her up in my arms. It gave me quite a feeling to know how she felt in Robert’s arms when he would do this. She had to be about 5’6″ and 135lbs, two inches shorter and 15lbs less than my wife and I relished the difference as she flung her head back in a dizzying act. We slipped sideways into their bedroom and I slowly approached the bed. I scooped her down perpendicular to the bed and took her all in. Her ample breasts heaved and gave a cleavage just as I had imagined. The light in the room was dim but I made out her beautiful face surrounded by her short brown hair and her eyes stayed mostly closed. I was sure the alcohol kept the room spinning just fast enough to keep her mind off of any possibility of what was truly happening. I bend down and eagerly dug my face in that firm chest and began kissing and suckling her cleaveage. I grabbed behind her neck and felt for the clasp. In a swift unlock, the dress was ready to be removed. ” Oh, this is such romantic. I am soooo wet” I never knew how dirty of a talker she could be. It was always the quiet ones. “Are you gonna be not dalking..takling..talking. OOooo, you are soooscardy…scary. YOu stRandge maksed man…fuickkk me”. She didn’t have to ask twice. I pulled the neckline down and took in the sight of her breasts become naked to my eyes. Her nipples were sober enough to stand straight at attention and I made haste to make my lips wrap around them and licked each one with the proper amount of attention. While I sucked one my free hand groped the other. I was hurredly wanting more so I pulled the rest of the dress down and saw the most thrilling thing in a long time. A woman who goes commando. There was no gift to unwrap or pleasure to tease. She was stark naked and her mound was trimmed just right with the landing strip pattern. As I pulled the dress off from her ankes she laid there fully naked for me with only her black high heels on which I was pleasured to leave on. She brought up her feet on the bed and opened and closed her knees all the while covering her pussy with her two hands which sqeezed together her tits. I wanted to cry.
“Well….wat aare you wading for”. I couldn’t answer her so I just dove right in and stuck out my tongue which slid right in her cunt. I ate away at that smooth pussy for what seemed like hours and tasted Robert’s wifes juices. I felt her legs tremble as she flung her head back and opened her mouth silently and her whole body tensed as she shuttered an orgasm and came right in my mouth. Rivers of her cum flowed and I licked them all up. Of course I swallowed and loved it. The climax subsided and her eyes went wide. “Please fuck me…pleaze…plese..now”. I could wait no more.
I undid my pants and pulled them around my ankles. That was all I was about to take off in fear that she may notice I have somewhat more of a hairy chest than Robert. I pulled the condom out of my shirt pocked and proceeded to open it. She grabbed my hands and said “Honey, wee havndt neeeededd thossse for yeeers. Besides, I ewant your reaaeal cok in me now.” Shit!! Shit Shit Shit, I didn’t think of this either. Crap, a thousand what ifs ran through my head. Pregnancy, and I don’t know what else. I quickly thought to myself of the years me and my wife have been having sex and I always pull out and cum on her. She has never gotten pregnant. Fine. I can do that. I wanted this even more now that I knew that I won’t be wearing a condom. I threw it aside and got in position above her. Her naked skin was touching my lower chest and her legs wrapped around me. Her ankles and feet met at my ass and pulled me toward her. I grabbed my cock and placed in at the enterance to her body. The warmth of her cunt and the wetness met the tip of my peker which seemed to make it grow another inch. I steadied myself with my hands and let my weight slide my dick slowly into her. I went all the way in without the slightest hesitation of friction. She was so hot and wet. Her body went into tension again as she twinged at the insertion. I pulled back to the tip and slid right back in. I could have done this forever. Long had I wanted just what I was doing. I had seen them together. I had fantasized about doing this very thing. And finally, here it is. I began to fuck Robert’s wife. She now had had another cock in her for the first time since marriage.
I bagan the pounding soo familiar with the scene. I wanted to grunt and make my animal noises but was silenced by my fear. She did not hesitate though and rose her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I wanted this to go on but felt the build up my own climax coming. In and out her pussy walls squeezed my dick and was milking it for cum. I looked at her tits and sucked some more. I decided this would be the place for me to shoot my load. All over Robert’s wives 36B breasts. I pounded away and felt the time grown near. Right then she began to shudder and barely got out an inaudible “I’m cumming…I’m cumming” and I risked in the heat of climax my own “me too”. I knew she was too far gone to realize anything for what she did next would have only been if she believed it was him. She started screaming “IIII’MMM CUUMMING!!!!” and I began to pull out to unload on her and then she locked her ankles and pulled me hard back into her pussy where I came back to reality if only too late and began my unloading. I came five or six heavy and forceful times directly into her wet cunt, my cock head I could feel was rubbing her cervix. I tried to pull out but her own climax made her like a lock-tight that could not be undone. That coupled with my own instinct, I decided it was too late and shoved my dick into her for all it was worth, back to that cervix and my last shot or two was hard enough that she yelled ” I can feel you cumming in me. Cum in me honey. OOOhh yess, cum inside me!!!!
It was over. I collapsed on top of her my face, covered in sweat underneath the mask, smacked down on her chest. Her tits had no cum on them. Her head wend limp and to the side as she passed out. I lifted my head and lightly moved her head. Nothing. She was out out. My cock was still going through its aftershocks and I’m sure still dribbled a few drops of cum inside her. I waited for it to get soft some so I lovingly licked on her tits some more while my dick got back to flaccid and pulled itself out. I pulled back to stand up and looked at the damage I had done. Her legs lay apart like a bomb went off down there. My sperm began to seep from her wedding hole. In a sick moment I bent down and stuck my finger inside her to scoop out some cum. I pulled it out and moved up to her head. I put my finger in her mouth and rubbed the cum on the back of her tongue so that I could tell my self the next time I saw her “My cum has been in her mouth and her pussy.” Man, I am twisted.
I gathered myself and did my belt. I never wanted this to get out so I grabbed Robert off the couch and dragged him back to the bedroom. I threw him on the bed, undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. Luckily he looks like me, I told myself. I hope she doesn’t get knocked up. Damn. With my mouth dry and cotton mouthed I headed for the back door and left them to their dreams.
Over the next couple of weeks Robert bragged about that night when we would talk on our sports nights. He said of how he ravaged her so hard that they both passed out and barely remembered a thing. He also told me in confidence of how he came inside her, which she hardly ever lets him do, and luckily moment of passion faded away as she got her period five days ago. I let out a whew! He turned to me and said “you can say that again”. I almost made myself a dad. Dodged that bullet huh?
I responded with “Yeah. YOU sure dodged that bullet!” To this day that secret stays safe with me. I won’t brag about it to anyone except you.
Sloppy Wife
Last evening my wife came into the den and informed me that she had discovered my collection of Penthouse letters magazine. She was very upset and questioned why I needed outside stimulation. She wanted to know what exactly was the turn-on that the stories provided.
I was too surprised to lie. I immediately told her that I get a real kick out of the wife sharing stories. In fact, I find them extremely erotic.
She was shocked, she wanted to read some of them before passing judgement. I went out in the garage and found an issue about a man that had his wife fuck another man then come home and tell him about it while they fucked.
“Is this what you like?” she asked.
“uh, yes” was my reply
“What if I did it, would that turn you on?”
“I think so”, I was getting hard as we discussed it.
“I don’t think you would like it if I were really going to do it. Oh, my god, You’re getting hard aren’t you?”
I couldn’t hide it, my cock was stiff as a board.
“OK buddy, let’s discuss this in the bedroom.”
Let me give you a little backround. My wife of 15 years is drop dead gorgeous. She is 38 years old, long brown hair, an absolutely beautiful face and a body to kill for. She looks 10 years younger than she is and has no trouble attracting men. She also knows that she is desirable because other men are always commenting to her about her qualities.
We went up to our bedroom and Lynn turned to me and said, “So, you want me to fuck someone else and bring my cum filled pussy home for you, is that what you are saying?”
“Well, yes, I guess.”
“Do you know what you’re asking. That could really screw up our marriage. I’ve never cheated on you and I don’t plan to start now”
“It isn’t cheating if we both agree to it.”
“Are you telling me that you want me to go out and fuck someone and allow him to cum in my pussy, what if I get pregnant?”
“It’s a chance we’d have to take.”
“You’re ok with that? What if I like him and want to continue.”
“As long as you don’t cut me off, it would be exciting.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to go fuck another man, come home to you with his cum still inside my cunt so you can fuck me and feel my used pussy while I tell you about our tryst.”
“Yeah, I find it very erotic.”
“Just remember, you asked for it.”
This morning after breakfast Lynn inquired “Have you changed your mind yet, or, am I free to fuck someone today?”
“Go for it,” was all I could say.
She left for work dressed to kill.
I got home from work around 5 PM as usual but Lynn wasn’t home yet which was rather odd because she gets off at 3:30 and usually beats me home.
About 5:30 she called from her cell phone and told me, “honey, don’t wait up for me, I’m going to fulfull your fantasy tonight, I’ll wake you and tell you about it when I get there. I will be very wet and full of cum, you better not be upset because it was you idea.”
I ate dinner and watched TV until 11 PM. I couldn’t get the thought of her fucking someone else ot of my mind. I kept thinking about jacking off but I wanted to be fully loaded for her when she came home so I resisted the urge. I finally went to bed.
At 1:25 Lynn got home. I remember hearing her car pull in the drive, shortly thereafter, I heard her come in the house. She worked her way to our bedroom and switched on the lamp next to her side of the bed. With that she reached over and patted me on the sholder.
“Come on, you can’t be asleep knowing what I have been doing. Look at your well used wife. I have cum in my pussy, I also have it on my hair, in my mouth and on my tits. Is this what you wanted?”
With that she spread her legs and placed my hand on her pussy.
“He came inside me”, she said, “And, he came alot all three times.”
She smeared his cum on my hand as she crawled across me and placed her pussy above my rock hardened cock.
“Would you like to feel my wet, fucked cunt?” she asked as she lowered herself down my cock.
She felt so warm and slippery that I could barely feel her.
“His cock is bigger than yours,” she said, “it really filled my pussy. I loved it when he came inside me, I could feel it pulsing and squirting, it was fantastic. I road him bareback so you could have me still wet. I just hope you like it because if I get pregnant you will have to claim the baby. You will be a cuckold and you will know it.”
I was pumping my cock in her as passionately as I had in years. I could feel his cum soaking my cock and balls as we fucked.
“So, do you like my used pussy,” she inquired. “I hope so because I plan to fuck him and other men in the future. It really was fun to feel a new cock. I think I’m going to like doing this quite often.”
I erupted with the best orgasm of my life as she said that. Afterward, we talked. We both agreed that this was definitely an erotic experience that we both enjoyed. Now Lynn is free to fuck anyone she desires as long as she shares it with me afterward.
If you’ve never tried this lifesyle, you don’t know what you’re missing. It is most definitely a turn-on to have your wife fuck other men before she has sex with you. There is nothing as fulfillimg as sticking your cock in a freshly fucked pussy.