Kelly Gets Even - 2 by Joe (vpriv@aol.com) *** My wife continues on her journey of getting even with me. In this episode, we go out with one intention: to find her a stranger, a "new fuck buddy" for the evening. (MF, exh, huml, cuck, cream-pie) *** Well, Kelly did it again! We experienced another of her "get-even, fantasy fulfillment days." Actually, it started last night and ended today. I'm a little concerned, but also turned on by her enjoying living out some of her kinkiest fantasies (See Kelly Starts to Get Even). And we're both enjoying the twisted excitement of her humiliating me in the process. I have a feeling that there will be at least a few more experiences in the future. This letter is about her second venture into her "fulfillment." For those of you that don't know our circumstances, let me explain. When my wife Kelly found out that I'd had a brief affair, she offered me two choices. She would either divorce me, or she "will be allowed to get even with me." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like a better alternative than splitting up. In short, Kelly had practiced fidelity throughout our relationship. And she expected the same from me. Obviously I hadn't. And I got caught. At 44, she is still beautiful and very sexy. She continues to have an attractive, seductive way about her. She's 5'5", nice firm 35-inch breasts with large sensitive nipples. Her hips are slightly larger than when we married, but they are still very shapely and tight. Before we tied the knot, she had had sex with only 2 other very lucky guys. One of them she was married to for 6 years. I'd been married, too. However, I divorced after 3 years from the "frigid bitch" now known as my ex wife. Kelly made me write her, and you, this account of our most recent experience. Her objective is to not only make me relive the events, but to also humiliate me by sharing every detail with you, the readers. So Kelly, here's what I recall... After working out in the yard all afternoon, we decided to take our dogs for a nice long run. When we got home, we both wanted to nap. I woke up with one of her arms and one of her legs resting on me. As she silently slept, I felt her soft skin, heard her light breathing, and thought, what a lucky man I am. I fell back asleep, only to be awakened by the sound of the shower door shutting. Then I heard the hair drier. Kelly stepped out of her bathroom about ten minutes later. She winked at me and then sat in our favorite chair. When she sits in that particular chair, I know exactly what she wants. She usually puts her legs over the arms, leans back and asks me to go down on her. There was no surprise this afternoon. Pointing her finger at me, she signaled that she wanted me to come over to her. I slid off the bed and just as she likes, crawled over to her. I stood up and kissed her for a few moments. I asked her if there was anything special that I could do for her. Pulling her heels close to her crotch, spreading her legs, she told me, "Please baby, lick me. I spent extra time getting myself just how you like me. Now be a good husband and kiss my fresh pussy. Make me good and wet." She said a strange thing. She was going to have me get her as close as possible to cumming, but not quite finish, just get her right to the brink. I thought, oh I love this woman! I kissed her again and then lowered my head to her breasts. I stopped and kissed her beautiful titties. And I gently pulled on her long nipples, just hard enough to make her squirm. When I got back down on my knees, I took a quick look between her legs. Beautiful! She had trimmed the light brown/blonde hair so that there was just a one-inch strip above her slit. Her lips were meticulously shaven, just the way she knows I love them, smooth and silky. I wasted no time. I started at the bottom of her pussy. I swirled my tongue around the base of her opening, savoring all of her erotic tastes and smells. As I worked my tongue along her wet, tight slit, I heard her sigh. By this time, her clit was hard. She lowered her hands and spread her smooth pussy lips. Glancing up, I saw that she had closed her eyes. I peeked again at her pink glistening opening and continued licking her most intimate parts. Suddenly she tensed up and pushed my head away. I knew that her climax was near, but she sat back, caught her breath, and stood up. She pulled me up, put her arms around me, and give me a nice long, soulful kiss. Stepping back, in a husky voice she said, "Thanks, Baby." I gave her a questioning look, and she responded by putting her finger up to my lips, saying, "Thanks for getting me ready. Again." My mind flashed back to the first time I'd heard her use that phrase. (See Kelly Starts to Get Even). And yes, readers, you got it. With a sweet smile on her face, she calmly told me that tonight was going to be another of her "get-even, fantasy fulfillments." I asked her what she had in mind this time. I remembered how out of character, how slutty she had been before. Without any expression, she turned, looked at me. She was quiet for a moment, and I began to think that she wasn't going to tell me what her plan was. Then she said, "We're going out tonight. We're going to have a nice dinner, and then we're going to a club. We'll be walking in together, but we won't be leaving together. And you'll be leaving alone." Then she described how she intended to pick up a "new fuck buddy" for the evening. Someone unknown. No one in particular, just somebody she thought, "Might be able to give me the kind of good hard fuck'n that I love." My wife giggled as she explained that I'd have to be there when she flirts with the one she chooses, sits with the one she chooses, dances with the one she chooses, and leaves with the one she chooses. She laughed and said, "If you're a really good boy, maybe I'll introduce you before we leave." When I pointed out to her about this would be the first time that I wouldn't be with her on her get- even, fantasy fulfillments, she simply reached up, kissed me, patted my cheek, and told me how much she loved me. She looked me straight in the eye and reminded me, "You're the reason that I'm able to do this. You got caught cheating. But you won't have to wonder if I'm cheating, because I'm going to let a guy pick me up, right in front of you, with your knowledge and permission! See, no cheating at all." She reminded me that she would either divorce me or else I had to allow her continue to explore fantasies. I sat back and resigned myself that my wife was soon going out to get screwed, and it wasn't going to be by me. She laughed when she saw the despair in my eyes. And then to make things just a little more humiliating, she told me again that she really didn't know who she would be going to bed with. Kelly said that she hoped that her "fuck buddy has a nice, large, hard cock that he'll give me more than once. Wouldn't it be ironic if I were little sore when I get home? Do you remember my first 'get-even day'? When I blindfolded you and fed you another man's cum from my dripping cunt (Kelly Starts to Get Even)? Remember how much we both enjoyed that? Well, expect more of the same." She laughed as she reminded me that when she is full of cum, another man's cum, that she likes to refer to her pussy as her cunt. Kelly thanked me again and said, "I'm ready. I'm very horny. You got me really wet. But don't worry; I won't stay out late. I'll be home around noon, tomorrow." I knew exactly what kind of shape she would be in. She turned and told me to hurry and get ready. Leaving the room, I saw her opening the drawer where she keeps all of her "play clothes." I took a quick shower. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my beautiful wife looking sexy as ever. She had on a white, strapless pushup bra that accented her hard nipples. She also had on a white G- string thong. Wow! I wanted to eat her again, but I knew she would have none of it. She was wearing white to underscore her innocence, innocence that came with the pride that she had shared her beautiful, hard, tight body with very few men. I also knew that that was about to change. My guess was that she planned on sharing that detail with her as- yet unknown "friend." She completed her wardrobe with a beautiful red sundress, some small dangle earrings, and a strand of pearls. She stopped and put a slight bit of perfume behind her ears. She smiled at me as she put little between her breasts...and then a splash between her legs. Without a doubt, she had mastered that classy, casual, sexy look. For my part, I put on one of her favorite shirts, a pair of tight fitting Dockers, and my topsiders. Soon, we were out the door, heading to an unknown destination in pursuit of a new, unknown lover for my wife. We took two cars to make sure that she was in control of driving herself home. We ended up going to the riverfront. It offers an array of nice restaurants and bars, bars that are usually full of out-of-towners, mostly tourists and businessmen who were probably staying in the nearby hotels. For dinner, we settled on a little seafood place. The waiting line was about 20-30 minutes, so we sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks, a Champagne spritzer for her, Jack and Coke for me. Kelly smiled and ordered me a double. In a seductive, yet loving way, she gently caressed my back as we made small talk. She told me again how much she loved me. After about 10 minutes, she leaned over and put her hand on my thigh. She whispered, "Yours isn't the only thigh that I'll be caressing tonight." She moved her seat farther under the bar and asked me if I would rub her leg. Just above the hemline. She grabbed my hand and subtly guided it to her knee. Naturally, I obliged. When my hand started up her muscular thigh, she pinched her legs together. She giggled, saying, "My poor little husband, that territory is for another man's hands tonight. I hope you enjoyed tasting me earlier, because that's the last time you'll have your wife clean and unused for a few days." In a low voice, she whispered how excited she was. She smiled, looked in my eyes, and asked me how it felt. "Knowing that I plan on spreading my legs for a stranger tonight. I'm so hot! I can't wait to give my pussy, my married pussy, to a new, strange cock. But don't worry baby, I'll be thinking about you." She laughed. I didn't. Soon our "buzzer" went off, indicating that our table was ready. As we made our way across to our table, I couldn't help but feel proud. Kelly was beautiful. She captured the lustful glares of most of the gents in the place; she had a strong, radiant, confident glow about her. Dinner was absolutely delicious and non-eventful. Thankfully, she didn't continue her earlier dialogue. When the bill arrived, Kelly surprised me by asking the waiter if he would please send the check over to the bar. She said she wanted to have another drink before we left. I gave her a questioning look, but she just grabbed my hand and led me to the bar area. Before we sat down, she told me to pay attention to the young bartender. Earlier she had caught him trying to "sneak a peek" down her dress. She laughed and said, "If he's brazen enough to try to see my tits, then I'm just brazen enough to show him tits. Come on, Honey, this will be an exciting way to get our evening started." She squeezed my hand and went on, "Of course, I'll be subtle." There was a sarcastic tone in her voice. It was as if that she was trying to pacify me, but her tone made me wonder. Yet there I was, sitting next to my wife, knowing that she intended on showing the bartender, a guy half her age, her beautiful breasts. Sure enough, he soon came over to where we were sitting. I ordered us each a drink. As he went to fill our order, I saw him trying to look down the top of my wife's dress. When he returned, she looked him right in the eyes, reached up, and undid her top two buttons, exposing more cleavage than she normally does, more than I've ever seen her do in public. Her move got an approving smile. As the bartender placed our drinks in front of us, Kelly leaned over, pretending that she had dropped something. The entire tops of her breasts, right down to the clasp of her bra were in full view. He took a sharp breath, took his eyes off her cleavage and looked questioningly at Kelly and then at me. Kelly's wedding ring flashed as she grabbed my hand. She whispered to him, "Really it's OK. We both enjoy the reaction of other guys seeing my tits." The young man had a baffled look on his face, so Kelly quickly put him at ease. She explained, "This is my husband. My exhibitionism really excites both of us. Isn't that right, Honey?" Dumbstruck, I answered "Yes, yes actually at times I feel a little guilty keeping the view of her beautiful breasts all to myself." They both smiled as they looked at me. He went to take care of other customers, and Kelly whispered, "Watch me, you're both going to enjoy this." She excused herself and slowly walked to the restroom, swinging her hips. Most of the guys in the bar gave her the eye as she strolled across the room. A few minutes later, she came up behind me. She rubbed my back and whispered, "I've got a surprise for you." I turned and gave her a questioning look. Then I saw the telltale signs. Handing me her bra, she grinned. The outline of her hard nipples was clearly visible. She hadn't bothered to button the top buttons; in fact it looked like she had undone another one. The bartender noticed her return and quickly brought us another round, a freebee on him. Kelly leaned over again and thanked him. I knew that he now had an unobstructed view of her entire breasts, right down to the nipples. She leaned back and said "Tell him again how much you like showing me off. Ask him if he likes seeing my nipples." Reluctantly, I did. He winked at her and said, "Nice. Very nice. Beautiful. Of course I like them. I'll bet you're a squirmer when you get 'em played with." The kid was kind of crude in a youthful way, but Kelly enjoyed his cocky demeanor. Then she whispered to us, "Some lucky stranger is going to be enjoying these and the rest of my body before the end of the night. I shaved especially for him. Think about that, boys." She looked me in the eye again and said, "Both of you." As we got up to leave, she buttoned her dress and had me thank the bartender, thank him for helping us get our special evening started. The young bartender had a confused look, but he also had a huge grin on his face. So this was really strange. My wife had just shown another man her breasts, breasts that until recently had been for my viewing pleasure only, and then she had made me thank him for looking at them! But, the strangest part was that I was getting excited, and my cock was hard. Very hard. *** For a half hour or so, we strolled hand in hand up and down the riverfront walkway. I thought that we were just walking aimlessly, enjoying the fresh air and each other's company. Only later did Kelly tell me that she actually was checking out which bar most of the good-looking guys were going into. Finally, she chose one of the small, crowded little honky-tonk saloons. A bourbon and beer joint if you will. When we walked in she whispered, "Wow, this place is full of real men." She reached into my pocket, took out her bra, and excused herself. When she came back, I was standing alone near the bar. She caught the bartender's eye and ordered us each another drink, a double for me. While we waited for drinks to arrive, she mockingly told me that she put her bra back on, "Because I didn't want to appear to be easy. I don't want the one I choose to go home with to think that I'm just some easy piece of ass, even though that's exactly what I am going to be tonight. Before the evening's over, one of these lucky gents is going to find out just how big a whore I can be. I plan on giving him the fuck of his life... and then getting screwed again just before I come home." I had a sick feeling in my gut hearing my beautiful, precious, formerly chaste wife talking that way. But my erection was so hard it hurt. Kelly whispered, "I need to start my hunt. You did a great job getting me ready before we left. I'm still wet, and I'm still really horny. Thanks." She paused and scanned the room and said, "Isn't this exciting, knowing that I'll be picking a new "fuck buddy" right here. Someone unknown. No one in particular. That just makes it that much more decadent, so much more exciting, doesn't it, Honey." She smiled and walked away, leaving me standing there alone. For the next hour, she talked and flirted with every guy in the place. She looked radiant. In her bright red dress, she looked so classy and sexy. I suspect that she had countless offers for the evening. Everyone kept offering to buy her a drink. Throughout the evening, her glass was always full. Just like I knew her pussy would be when she brought it home in the morning. About 11:30 the place started to clear out. I watched her from the edge of the room. She never sat down and never seemed to talk to any individual for very long. I knew that she was enjoying the teasing and flirting, having them buy her drinks, their thinking that that would buy her attention. She would chat awhile and move along, making sure to keep the interest of all. She seemed to talk with every guy at least a couple of times. It was as if she enjoyed having her own little hovering harem. Finished making her rounds to check out the opportunities, Kelly nonchalantly walked over to me. She leaned toward me, just as she had done with the others, and sighed, "It's getting late, Baby. I need to go to bed soon. What do you think?" She must have noticed the huge smile cross my face. She knew I was hoping that she had changed her mind and decided to go with me. To our house, to our bed. She turned and shot me a serious look and said, "Don't get any ideas. I'm not going home with you. You know I love you. You know how much this hurts me. I kept myself just for you for years. But not anymore! I told you that I'm going home with one of these guys. I'm going to suck and fuck him 'till he can't get his dick hard again. I'm going to sleep next to him, caress his balls, and in the morning I'm going to beg him to use my pussy one more time and send my married cunt home full of cum to feed my husband." Sternly, she told me to pick out which guy she should leave with. She pointed to three and told me to take my pick. Just to rub it in, she said that she planned to introduce him to me before she left with him. I stood there speechless. She urged me on with, "Hurry up! It's late, and if you don't make your mind up soon, I just might go in the back room and fuck all three of them." Afraid that she might be serious, I decided on the young, tall, good-looking Italian-looking guy. She seemed pleased with my choice. Still, I was uneasy. I understood why she had made me choose her "fuck buddy." She wanted to send me home with a clear image of the one she would be with for the next 12 hours, whose dick would be inside her in a short time. And, to add to my humiliation, she was making me pick the guy whose cum I would be tasting in the morning. Before Kelly strolled over to her new friends, she ordered me another drink, one paid for by her new friends. Then she told me to go wait at the exit. As she talked with each of them, she would turn and point at me. As they looked my way, they each smiled. I had to imagine what she was telling them. But knowing her, she probably was just telling them the truth. Kelly slipped her arms around one of the guys, rose up on her toes, and kissed him. She glanced my way, ended the kiss, and gave the guy a pat on the ass. He understood. A couple of minutes later he closed out this tab. As he made his way past me, he smiled, nodded his head, and tried to hide his laugh on his way out. She then put her arms around the next unlucky guy. She kissed him longer. At least long enough for him to take the liberties of grabbing her ass. Then he too closed out his tab. On his way out, he came over to me and said, "You're a very lucky man. Your wife is really hot. Obviously, you can't keep that wild child satisfied. When you need help again, you know where to find me." He turned to leave, and I was glad I hadn't chosen him. I had a bad feeling that he would have given her more than she was looking for. Now the reality. Knowing who was going to be with her. Knowing which guy she would be kissing, letting touch her, spreading her legs for, and screwing. I couldn't be more humiliated. At least I thought so... until I turned and saw her with the "chosen one." They were acting like old friends. Just like new lovers as they sat and had a fresh drink. You know how it is: the laughs that last just a little too long, the light touching of the arms, the winking. All of the things that I enjoyed with her. Now this guy, a guy that she had just met, was enjoying those same things with my wife. And I knew that was just the beginning. In just a short time he would also be discovering and enjoying her other charms. When they were about halfway done with their drinks, Kelly pointed a finger towards me and motioned that she wanted me to come to their table. Humiliated, I thought what was she going to say? What would he say? What would I say? When I got there, she made the introductions simple. She introduced him as Leonard; then she hesitated and asked him if that wasn't his name. He nodded. She held up her wedding band and introduced me. Looking back at her new friend, she said, "See, I told you earlier that he's OK with this." Leonard smiled. She went on, "I have permission to go out and fulfill my fantasies, all my wants and needs. And he can't say a damn thing about it. I've been such a good girl all my life. I've only been with four men. But that's about to change. Tonight, you'll be my fifth." "But Leonard, don't get any ideas. This is purely about sex. After all, don't you think that women should be able to go out and enjoy a nice, new strange cock every so often? And you're going to find out just how much this middle-aged woman loves to get screwed." "But I'm warning you, I want you to be able to fuck me more than once. Like I told you, I'm expecting you to send me home a little sore. After all, you told me it turns you on knowing that my husband knows that I'm with another guy, so this could be a marathon." She paused and then, "So remember, Leonard, tonight it's me getting even. A grudge fuck. Me having fun. You satisfying me and me satisfying you. I've had a lot of opportunities to go to bed with guys that are supposed to be 'our friends', and like a good little wife, I've always turned them down." "But you, Leonard, you're a total stranger. When you're done using me, I'm going to go home and share all of our nasty little details with my husband. I'll decide when I get home whether I'll sit on his face or maybe I should just lie back and spread my legs." She hesitated and said, "Oh look at the both of you...you must like this. You're both getting bulges in your pants. You bad, bad boys." She turned to me and said, "What do you think honey? Can I sit on your face tomorrow? Or maybe I'll surprise you. Just another little something for you to think about while you're home jacking off... and I'm getting laid." Looking back at Leonard, she laughed, "By the way, have you ever had a shaved pussy? I spent extra time getting mine just right tonight. And ya know what? I made him lick me before we came out too. I told him to get me ready for tonight's fuck-buddy. So you'll be the second man to see between my legs today." "But don't worry, Leonard; I didn't let him fuck me... I wouldn't come out any other way than with a very fresh and clean pussy. I only had him lick it, letting him get a good taste of a fresh pussy, right before I came out to change that. But I didn't let him make me cum, just get me really horny. I wanted to be good and ready for you." Looking back at me, she said, "What you think, Hubby? It's late. Won't you please ask Leonard to take me home now? Then ask me, your wife, to let him use me tonight. Like I asked you this afternoon, tell me to pull my pussy lips apart." "Go ahead, tell us to leave and ask me to go be his whore for the night. Come on, Honey, it's getting late. Leonard and I are wasting valuable sack time. Now do it! Ask him." I got up to leave. I was too embarrassed to answer her lewd requests. On my way out I heard Kelly say, in a voice loud enough for others to hear, "Don't worry, Honey, I'll be home about noon. After you lick me, you can tell me if Leonard's cum tastes better than that last guy's." Everyone in the bar looked at me. I knew that my getting up and leaving had only pissed her off. But the others also knew that it implied my consent for her and Leonard to go do what she had just talked about. I slowly walked to my car. I was more than a little buzzed from the drinks that I'd downed. I slipped the key in the ignition and slowly headed for home. I got there about 20 minutes later. I undressed, brushed my teeth, and crawled between the sheets. I had fully intending to jack off, to pull and rub my dick. To release all of my anguish about what I knew my wife was doing. As I caressed my cock, I heard my cell phone. It was a txt from Kelly. It simply said: "made it to his house. sucked his cock. nice. look forward to getting it cramming in me." After reading that a couple of times, I fell soundly asleep. But not before I came all over my hands. Twice. ** The next day, as I was reading the paper on the front porch, Kelly drove up our street. She pulled in the drive and got out slowly. Our neighbors were watching what I did. She had her sundress on, but that looked to be about all. Her hair was brushed, but still damp. She slowly walked up to me and gave me a nice long, lingering kiss. I detected a familiar taste on her lips. She simply said, "WOW! Let's go back to bed. I have a few things to tell you!" Back in our room, she snatched off her dress. The dress fell to the floor, and as I suspected, she was naked underneath. Smiling, she told me to get undressed. "Get ready to enjoy your very sloppy, very sore wife." I did as she asked. When I approached her, she did something different. She got on her hands and knees and said, "Get behind me and look at me." I did. There was dried cum on the inside of her thighs. Her pussy lips were swollen and red. What had been her sweet, tight pussy the day before, was now a gaping hole. With another man's cum dripping out of it. Ducking her head, she looked back at me between her legs and said, "I was just like this morning. About an hour ago. I was too sore to let him have me any other way. Now, why don't you get on your knees and start cleaning me up? So you can taste just how drenched I am. And let's try this position. Now lick." I slowly crawled up to the side of the bed and buried my face between her wet thighs. I smelled that familiar smell of her pussy juice mixed with another man's cum. As I licked, I reached between her legs and started to pull on her nipples. She jerked up, "No! Please, Honey, they're too sore!" Frustrated, I crammed my tongue as far inside her as I could. But that plan backfired too. Again she said, "Please honey, my pussy, my cunt is very sore. Be gentle." She rolled off the bed and slowly walked over to "our chair." Just like yesterday, she draped her legs over the sides, then pointed her finger at me and motioned that she wanted me to crawl over to her. I did. When I arrived, she leaned back, reached down, and spread the lips of her pussy. Grabbing me by the neck, she ordered, "Continue. If you're a good boy, I'll have a surprise for you in a minute. Do you remember how sweet and fresh I was yesterday?" As I continued my assault on her, her breathing quickened. She said, "Well, how does it taste today? Just like you remember it? Look at you, you're going to get some fresh cum right, right, right noooow!" I felt her pussy contract. As she orgasmed, she pushed some of their gooey cream into my mouth. With a look of satisfaction, she sat up, gave me a condescending pat on the cheek, and told me to come to bed and snuggle her. We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, and she began recounting the events of the previous 12 hours. She told me that Leonard lived in the historic district, very close to the riverfront. Close enough for them to walk back to his house. She said that his home was "very nice, well decorated and impeccably clean. He mentioned that he had a "housemate'. But he assured me that he was probably asleep, and he wouldn't interfere with us." After showing her the house, he made them another drink, and then excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, he was completely naked. A long, thick cock dangled between his legs. Kelly leaned over and put it in her mouth. Then she ran her mouth up and down his shaft as she gently rubbed his balls. A couple of minutes later, she heard him moan. Pleading, he asked, "Will you let me cum in your mouth? Pleeeze... I'm so close... I promise I can get hard again in a couple of minutes. Come on, Shelly, I'll still give you the fuck'n that you want ...please..." That encouraged her to suck just a little harder, and soon she was rewarded with a nice mouthful of cum. They both let out a sigh. He handed her her drink and went back to the bathroom. That was when she sent me her txt, just before going upstairs. Kelly gleefully told me how she hadn't hesitated as she ripped her dress off, threw it on the floor, and lay back in the center of his bed. As she gently rubbed herself through her frilly bra, she reminded Leonard what she was there for. He smiled and complimented her with, "You really are a beautiful sexy woman." Before he climbed onto the bed, he said, "Take your bra off. Unleash those beautiful tits that I've been admiring all evening. And just for me, slip those sexy panties off too. I want to see that shaved pussy that you told me about." She did as he asked, and he reached over and began rubbing her tits. She said the feel of him playing with her breasts was rough, different than the way I lovingly play with them. She said he pulled her nipples hard, but she also enjoyed this new treatment. At least she enjoyed it enough that her pussy was really wet. Very wet. She was so excited that she couldn't help but reaching down and touching herself, with her legs spread, her fingers pleasuring her needs. When Leonard saw what she was doing, he rolled over and started to get on her. She happily put her legs in the air. She asked him if he would please eat her first. He looked at her, "There is no way that I'm going to eat a middle-aged, married woman's pussy." He also reminded her how she bragged about how I'd licked her, "to get her ready" earlier. "Crap," she told me, "I probably shouldn't have told him that." He continued to mount her. She told me that she felt his hard cock start to enter her tight, hot, wet pussy. She kept her legs spread and rotated her hips to meet his humping motion. As his cock entered her, she could feel her pussy being stretched. He slowly backed out, and then she felt another couple of inches invade her pussy, her married pussy. With one final thrust, he was all of the way in. She grabbed him by the ass cheeks and told him to wait a minute so that she could enjoy the feeling of his dick, the feeling of a new, different cock inside her snug pussy. She also needed a minute to adjust to his size. After a few moments, the action really started. He pounded and pounded on her. He asked, "How come you're married with how much you love getting fucked by strangers. With how you love taking your used pussy home to your husband, and how much you love that he'll be licking my cum out of this used pussy as soon as you get home." While Leonard gave her the hard fucking that she desired, she told him what he wanted to hear. She felt his big dick stretching her pussy, and she loved it. She described how she had one continuous orgasm. His cock was so long that each time he withdrew it would rub on her clit. After fifteen minutes, her pussy started to get sore, but Leonard kept hammering away. Because he had cum earlier, she knew that it would take a while longer this time. To continue feeding Leonard's ego, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and continued to scream, "Love going out to get fucked. Knowing I made my husband pick you to give it to me. Him knowing how much I love getting screwed!" Hearing that, he let out one final long grunt, filling her pussy with hot cum... just like she'd wanted. Satisfied having got what she came for, she slowly pushed him away. They both lay there breathing hard. She got up to use the restroom and to get a towel for the large wet spot that they had created. When she returned, Leonard got up and went to the bathroom. Kelly was so tired that she started to drift off to sleep before he returned. Slowly rolling on her side, she thought that she heard voices. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked. It was Leonard and another guy standing at the doorway. As they came closer, she heard his roommate chatting about "hearing you going at it for the past 45 minutes." and that he'd heard everything that we were talking about. Kelly told me "When they stepped a little closer, I heard him ask Leonard if he could take a peek. Leonard laughed and said, 'Quiet. Shhh. Let's try something.' Then he slowly pulled the top of the sheet down, across my breasts." "I became unbelievably excited. The roommate asked who was I and how they'd hooked up. Leonard said my 'name was Shelly, Kelly. Something. Her husband introduced us. As he left, he told us to have fun'. Then both the guys laughed." Kelly said she was quivering "knowing that four eyes were admiring my body. Knowing that there were two hard cocks within reaching distance. I was so excited that I decided that if they wanted to see more, then I was going to let them. I pretended to be asleep, kept my eyes closed, and slowly rolled onto my back." "The sheet was covering my midsection, but not by much. My tits were exposed, and my nipples were as hard as I can ever remember. I heard the roommate say, 'Wow! What a fox. This babe is a real woman... Look at that body... you lucky bastard... I can't believe that her husband approved of you fuck'n her." She went on, "I felt Leonard grab the sheet. It slowly crossed my belly. I felt it at the top of my little bush. I could hear both of them breathing hard. I knew that the moment had come. I could end it by rolling over. Or I could lie there and willingly show my body to these two guys." "I decided to let them see me, all of me, your wife, totally nude. Honey, I was sooo excited. I wondered how I was going to share this part with you." She continued, "Anyway, I felt Leonard gently pull the sheet past my pussy, past the wet spot on the bed, and finally down to my knees. There I was, recently screwed, full of cum, and totally naked in front of two strangers." "After the boys admired me for a few minutes, Leonard told him to 'look at that shaved pussy'. I heard his roommate say, 'I heard her talking about how she liked taking her husband home a used pussy. Maybe she should stop shaving. Take him home a good hairy beaver to munch on next time. I'll bet he'd never forget the taste and smell of that thing." "They both laughed. Then roommate said, 'Hey man, can I take a turn?' I was so fucking excited that I thought, what the hell, just do it. Just get on me and fuck me, you bastard!" "Leonard grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the room. I couldn't make out what they were talking about. After a few minutes, I saw them high fiving in the hall. Soon after that I felt Leonard crawl back in the bed." "He lay there a moment and started rubbing my back. I rolled back into his arms. Then he whispered, 'I think I heard your phone vibrating. Do you know where it is?' "I had to think for a moment... first for all, why the hell was he talking about that, and second, where had I left that stupid phone. Then I remembered I had txted you from the living room right after I'd given him a blowjob." She went on, "So there I was, tired, buzzed, and sore, going to get my phone. I thought, 'What the hell, his roommate has already seen me naked,' so I walked out of the room and downstairs to get it. Naked!" "When I got back upstairs, I closed the door and crawled back in bed. His back was to me. I thought about how exciting the evening had been, about our time at dinner, about how I embarrassed you at the bar. But mostly, I thought about making you pick Leonard to fuck me. I thought about sucking Leonard's cock. I thought about how he had fucked me until I was breathless and sore." "I giggled when I remembered hearing him tell his roomy about us. I felt myself blush when I thought about how I had let him show his roommate my body. I guess I'm happy that his roommate hadn't fucked me, but really, I think when he was showing me off, if he had gotten on me, I would have just gone for it. I was so turned on. Deep down I'm not that big a slut, but Baby, I was really, really turned on, and I probably would have done it." She continued, "As I lay there, I realized my hand was gently rubbing my pubic hair and smooth mound. I listened to the rhythm of his breathing. I rolled over, turning my back to him, and settled in to finally get some sleep." "But he had other ideas. When I rolled over, he did too. Then I felt him grab my tits and play with my nipples. I felt his hands find their way back between my legs. He must have heard me sigh. Before I knew it, he was crawling behind me, pulling me to my knees. I thought, 'This guy must be Super Man.' Then I thought, 'ya know what Kelly, you came here with the sole purpose of getting fucked; let's go for it." "So I decided that I wasn't going to stop him. No matter how sore I was. To make my legs spread further, he pushed down on my back; I was so opened. I could feel him aligning his cock with my wet hole. Then in one thrust, he slammed into me." "There I was, my ass up in the air with him banging away at me. Even though I didn't have an orgasm, I loved it! I loved being a whore. Just for the evening." "Oh Baby, it was so exciting. I was secretly wishing that you could have seen us. He must have liked that position, because after just a few strokes, I felt his cock squirt more cum as he emptied his balls into me again." "I thought, 'Wow! I'd told this guy that I wanted him to fuck me more than once, and that's exactly what he'd done. And his cock was so big that I wasn't sure if I'd ever walk again." "Then I got up to use the restroom. When I came back, Leonard was asleep. I cuddled up next to him and quickly went to sleep too." Kelly said, "This morning got really interesting." *** "When I woke up, I looked at the clock and realized that I had to leave soon. But I was still horny. And I wanted to bring you home what I'd promised." "I put my hand between my legs. My pussy was sore, but I still decided to slide under the covers and put his cock in my mouth and get him ready to go again. I tasted the mix of my pussy juice and his cum, just like you're doing right now, Baby." "His cock quickly got hard. After that, I leaned up and kissed his forehead. His eyes slowly opened, and a smile crossed his face. I told him what a wonderful evening I'd had and that I had one final request. With a puzzled look he asked 'what'? I reminded him that I had promised my husband to bring him back some fresh cum." "I told him to fuck me again. From behind again. I told him that my pussy was so sore from the second time that I didn't think that I could do it any other way, particularly not in the missionary position. Still half asleep, he looked at me and mumbled, 'Behind... second time. again... oh, oh yeah sure Shelly. Roll over. Bottoms up!" "Leonard got behind me and sank his long, hard, beautiful shaft into my sore, stretched pussy with one hard stroke. He told me how beautiful I looked. And then he quickly deposited more cum in me." "I had gotten out of Leonard exactly what we wanted, so I got out of bed, put my dress on, and left. As I passed the kitchen, I saw his roommate reading the paper. When our eyes met, I said, 'Hi, I'm Kelly, nice to meet ya.' He smiled, 'It was nice to see you too, Kelly.' I just smiled." As she sat on my face, Kelly look down and asked, "So... what ya think?" Now readers, how was I supposed to feel? There I was with my wife, my lover, my sole mate, grinding her hot, wet, smelly crotch on my face. She was telling me about how well another guy had satisfied her. Talking about how she had willingly showed her pussy to two guys at the same time, about how she almost screwed both of them, and how she much she was enjoying making me lick her pussy just after another cock had been inside her. However, despite the mixed emotions, my cock was getting harder. I smiled, "I'm glad that you got what you wanted. Will you be going out again?" Kelly must have like my answer. I could feel another orgasm approaching. Suddenly she stopped. She leaned up for a minute. I could hear her start to breathe harder. She reached down, pulled her pussy lips apart and then crammed her wet hole back onto my face. Softly she said, "Baby... his friend... the hallway... my phone... my knees... Knowing I'd use the restroom... that look when he seemed puzzled about 'behind' 'again'..." Letting out a long guttural gasp, she continued, "Oh baby I... I... I don't know... I... I... I think... I think that maybe, maybe maaaybeeee... maybe... maybe they switched..." "And... aaanndd soooo... they both might have... Ohhhhh... yeaaaaah ... maybeeee..." As she let out a long moan, her thigh muscles contracted. And she squirted more hot fluids in my mouth... Before we turned out the lights, she winked at me. She reminded me "keep a sharp pencil in the bed stand. You never know what or when something else is going to happen. Cuz I'm far from getting even...and maybe my next fantasy is totally different from these past two..." ** It took a few days for us to get back to normal. Kelly was embarrassed. She was too sore to let me enjoy her charms. But... that didn't stop her from having me lick her. Every night, and every morning. Now, when we recount the details of her latest "get-even, fantasy fulfillment" ... we both wonder how many cocks actually did enter her sweet pussy that night... To be continued? Reader's comments are welcome.