Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Night My Wife Went Out & Got Fucked I had been dropping the idea into our sex talk for quite a while, and when my wife went on `a night out with the girls'... without me, I'd always say, "Be good, and if you can't be good, tell me everything that happened when you get back," but I really didn't think it was ever going to happen. So on a recent night when she left the house, and I'd kissed her at the front door, and said my usual line... I said a silent prayer that it might happen. But I guessed that that would be as far as it would go. I had work the next day, so I went up to bed sometime about 11 PM. I drifted off while fantasizing about what `if she did, this one time, come back fucked by another guy.' Much later I vaguely heard her come in. I didn't think much about it, and settled back into my pillow. I listened to her come up the stairs, and then she unexpectedly came straight into the bedroom. I say unexpectedly because normally she'd head for the bathroom, brush her teeth, strip off, and then come into the bedroom. Then she would get into bed and snuggle up. So I was a little surprised when she padded over to my side of the bed and just stood there. Sensing her just standing there, presumably looking at me, I opened an eye to see what was going on. When she saw me open my eye she crouched down by the side of the bed, and said something like she was glad I was still awake. I mumbled something about being mostly asleep, but that someone had made a noise coming in. She smiled and told me to close my eyes, as she was going to put the bedside light on. I groaned, but did as she asked. Once the light was on, I slowly opened my eyes again. Her face was flushed, and there was an excited look in her eyes. When she saw me open my eyes again she whispered, "I have something to show you." "What?" I asked, to which she responded by standing up and slowly drawing her skirt up. It wasn't a long skirt anyway, so I could already see her mid-thighs, and my eyes followed the hem as it slowly rose. Quickly I was staring at her bare pussy, which I wasn't expecting. I was expecting to see knickers. "You bad girl," I said, "you went out without knickers?" "No," she replied, "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So why did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leaned forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex, but there was also the unmistakable smell of a lubricant... a spermicide, and that instantly recognizable rubbery kind of smell that only comes from one thing... condoms. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked. "Might be," she said, and I watched as she slowly turned round and bent over. Her pussy lips definitely looked as if they'd enjoyed a bit of action. She was definitely wet, and they definitely looked puffy. "Fuck," I said. "Oh yes," she replied, "but not for you tonight. I'm tired and a little bit sore." "Seriously?!?" I asked. "Oh yes... you're going to have to wait," and she walked round to her side of the bed, stripped off, and climbed in. "Seriously?" I pleaded. "Yep," she said, smiled, pecked me on the cheek, snuggled down, and turned to face away from me. I sat there with a raging hard-on. Thirty seconds probably went by before she laughed and said, "Oh go on then, if you have to." My hard dick was in her in a flash. I didn't last long, but my orgasm was incredibly intense. Afterward we cuddled and talked about if I was OK with her having been fucked by another guy. I reassured her that I most certainly was. I got the benefits of it for weeks after. She would walk up to me and whisper a tiny detail of what happened, and I'd have to grab her and fuck her there and then. It was ages before I could put the whole story together. Apparently because we had used the fantasy of her messing around with another guy on a night out, she'd gone out dressed to tease me and make me think something might happen. She said it wasn't her intention to do anything. It turned out that she and her friends were taking one of the girls out whose boyfriend had just dumped her, so the idea was not to have anything to do with blokes that evening... to just go out, have a few drinks and have some fun. That's the way the night started out, but once they'd had a few shots, hit the dance floor, and had a few more shots, they'd started to attract attention from the men in the club. So the night then became one of having a little fun with the opposite sex, with the intention of leaving them completely frustrated, to get back at males for their friend being dumped. I guess the battle between the sexes will always be there!! Anyway, one guy in particular seemed to have taken a shine to my wife. She said he kept dancing near her, smiling in her direction, and always seemed to be at the bar the same time she was. "Persistent, aren't you," she finally said to him when it was clear he wasn't going to give up until she'd at least had a chat with him. She said he grinned and said something about how he always got what he wanted in the end, so she might as well give in and bow to the inevitable. She then laughed and asked what he wanted from her. Right straight back to her he replied that he was aiming to get into her knickers. Hearing his straight forward reply, she snorted. Her drink had gone down her nose. She was coughing and spluttering, and holding onto the guy in order to stay on her feet. Once she'd composed herself they started laughing about her drink coming out of her nose. He offered to buy her another drink to replace the one she'd just lost. She agreed, and then they started chatting while they waited to get served at the bar. She said he turned out to be a nice looking OK guy. He admitted that his approach didn't work all the time, but that now and again he'd find a woman who liked the direct approach. He told her things usually worked out quite quickly after that. At that point she started to get interested in what that meant. He said she'd have to dance with him first. She agreed, and she said he was OK on the dance floor. Then as he confessed what he had come to the club in search of, she found herself getting turned-on, especially as they were talking against the music caused him to lean in close to her, and their bodies kept brushing up against each other. She also noticed that his hand rested on her now and again as he talked, and as the conversation flowed, so it lingered longer each time. It started on her elbow, then went to the small of her back when someone pushed past and he had to steady himself a little, and then it moved to her waist, her hip and finally came to rest on her bum. "And you didn't move it?" I asked her. "No," she said, because by that time they'd had a couple more drinks, and she was really enjoying his stories. But she did make a point of moving her head to pointedly look toward where his hand was resting, and then turning back to him and saying, "Confident of yourself, aren't you?" His reply was to pull her tighter against him, and kiss her. "Cocky son of a bitch," she said, and chuckled. He replied by saying, "Nah... this is cocky," as he grabbed her hand and pulled it against his crotch. She said she immediately realized he was hard, and she said she could tell it was big. Before she could react any further, he had pulled her closer and kissed her again. That time his kiss was harder, and with passion. She told me she just felt herself respond, and kissed him right back. She told me that his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body at once, and she just went with it, squeezing his cock through his trousers, then moving her hands round to grab his arse and pull him into her. She said their hips pressed together, and they ground their crotches together before they finally broke for air. "I said I'd get what I wanted," he'd told her, with a big smile, to which she said she laughed back. She then told him he hadn't got into her knickers yet. She told me that as soon as she'd said it she knew it was a mistake, because somehow by her saying it, she'd given him the green light. He smiled, grabbed her hand and made his way through the throng. She said she quickly realized they were heading to the toilets, but she allowed herself to be led until they reached the doors. At that point she'd decided that if it was going to happen, she'd rather be in the women's toilets with other girls around, than possibly being surrounded by a load of blokes once they knew what was going on. There were other girls in the toilets, but luckily one of cubicles was empty, and they went straight in. He quickly closed and locked the door before turning round and looking at her. She said she couldn't believe the confidence in his eyes, and she just found herself kissing him again. What's more, she confessed that her hands went to his trousers, quickly unzipping his fly, and she put a hand in to grab his cock. In turn his hand slipped up the front of her skirt, into her knickers, and very quickly found her clit. She said she knew then that there was no going back. "You got a condom?" she asked him. "Of course," he said, breathing heavily. "Take your knickers off," he instructed her. "But your hand's already in position," she said, so he yanked them down, and she stepped out of them while he fished the rubber out of his pocket. She told me she watched as he gave his cock a couple of quick strokes and slipped the rubber on. She let me know that she smiled at him. He smiled back at her, and used his hand to motion that she should turn round. She said she was a bit nervous, but that she had turned round, leaned forward, and put her hands on the cistern. At the same time she felt him pull her skirt up with one hand, while the other slipped between her legs and felt her very wet pussy. Then she said he pushed his hips forward and guided his cock straight in to her in one push. She told me she gasped as she took it all in one go, and that he let her take a breath before he just started fucking her with long, deep, powerful strokes. She said it was difficult to keep herself from being pushed off her feet every time he pushed his cock into her, until he grabbed her hips with both hands and just started to pound her, at which point he was pulling her into him as he slammed into her, so took more of the strain as well. She said she was just like a rag doll as he pounded into her, and she lost all sense of where she was. She admitted that she loved feeling a new cock pounding within her. Suddenly felt a change in his pounding, just before he blew his load. She said she was almost dizzy from the impact of her own orgasm which passed through her as his swollen cock continued to unload in the condom within her. She reported that they stayed bent over each other, catching their breath for about 30 seconds or so before he pulled out of her. She suddenly found out how wobbly her legs were. She managed to turn round and sit on the toilet while he took the rubber off. Even after he'd cum, she said his cock was still an impressive size. He grabbed some paper, given it a quick wipe, and stuck his cock back in his pants. "OK?" he asked. "Fine," she told him. "Good. Ready?" he asked. "Ready?" she replied. "To go," he said. "Oh. Yes I guess," she told him, and stood up, a little shakily. He unlocked the door, opened it, and casually walked to the toilet entry door and out. She said she followed him, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Once they were out of the toilets and back in the darkened club, he turned to her and said, "Thanks. I told you I'd get into your knockers. I sure liked it. I hope you did too." She told me that she found herself saying, "So, do you don't want my number then?" "Only if you want me to have it," he told her, with a warm smile. Yes she did give it to him. I guess she will be getting fucked some more, on some future "nights out with the girls."