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?

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