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ALL DRESSED UP (MF, wife)
by Doug Westerman (c) 1991

*** 

   Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by dressing up and
acting like a whore. She must have had the whole thing planned
out because she sent me to the store for a bottle of wine. My
wife doesn't drink wine that often so it made me just a bit
suspicious when she insisted that I buy some, but I had no 
idea what she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took
about a half hour. When I returned she greeted me looking like
some hooker you'd find in an alley somewhere. 

   She'd made her face up applying a very heavy pale base. Wearing
long false eye-lashes, a wide slash of black eyeliner, two shades 
of bright eye shadow, gleaming ruby red lipstick and a blonde wig 
that I had never seen before, my wife stood before me sucking a 
cigarette like she'd been smoking all her life dressed in only see-
through black and red bra with holes that her nipples stuck through, 
and a matching pair of crotchless panties that revealed her bush 
and meaty crack. She also wore a garter belt, black fish-net 
stockings and to finish off herappearance, a pair of red high heels. 
She looked like something out of a sailor's dream. 

   I was speechless when I first saw her. I was dumfounded when
she fell to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants,
taking my cock out and slowly licking the head until it started
to stiffen. She then sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum and
made loud slurping noises while coating it with her hot saliva
and smearing her lipstick all over it. While she was sucking my
cock I took the bottle of wine out of the bag and unscrewed the
cap. By this time she had pulled my pants down to my ankles, and
after removing my shoes she took them completely off me. As I
filled up two wine glasses she remained kneeling between my legs,
cupping my balls and licking them until they were soaking wet. I
wasn't quite sure what else she had in mind, but I sure as hell
loved what she'd done so far. 

   After standing up and accepting the wine I offered, we clinked
our glasses together in a toast. She said, "Here's to being your
whore." That was easy to drink to. Then she grabbed me by my
still-hard cock and led me in to the bedroom where the lights had
been dimmed to a romantic glow. After a long wet kiss while
jerking me off to keep me hard, she sat me on the edge of the
bed, went to the stereo, put on an album, repainted her thick
lips and began to dance lewdly. She was putting on a show for me,
and as I sat there watching her move sensually to the music,
cupping her tits and squeezing them, thrusting her pussy out at
me and grinding her hips. I could hardly believe that this was my
wife. The image that she was creating was driving me crazy and
hot with lust. 

   Every few minutes, she would bend over and kiss me, stroking
my cock again and again as a tease. I felt as though my dick was
going to explode, and I knew that was just what she wanted.
Moving away from me while continuing to dance, she reached behind
her to unsnap the peek-a-boo bra that barely covered her tits.
They bounced into sight and she shook her shoulders from side to 
side to make them wiggle. Then, while sticking her tongue out and
running it tantalizingly across her lips, she held her tits and
pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen - like my
cock. 

   I wanted to grab her and fuck that hairy pussy in the worst
way, but she wasn't done with her show yet. Turning around so
that her ass was to me, she bent over at the waist and spread her
legs wide so that her whole pussy and asshole were plainly
visible. To the beat of the music she pumped her ass up and down,
clenching and unclenching her brown-eye, and then slid her hand
down between her legs to rub her pussy lips so that I could see
the juices gleaming on her fingers. While continuing to stroke
her crack she turned her head toward me while licking her lips.
"This cunt is all yours tonight," she said. "I want you to fuck 
it as much as you like, any way you like. But first I want you 
to shave it naked."

   That was all I could take. I leapt up, grabbed her ass-cheeks
and rammed my throbbing cock into her, slamming it in and out
until she was moaning at the top of her lungs. The louder she
moaned, the harder I fucked her. I wasn't fucking my wife, but
some horny slut who couldn't get enough cock. I didn't want to
come yet so I pulled out my cock and with one quick loud slap on
her ass I told her to get on the bed, which she did.

   I went in the bathroom and came back with my razor and shaving 
cream and stripped every trace of hair off her soaking wet cunt. 
She was laying there rubbing her tits and fixing her sleazy make
up and groaning like a slut while I finished.

   On all fours I knelt over her face and inserted my slippery
cock into her mouth and began to fuck her face, just as I had
done to her cunt. With my balls slapping against her chin I
continued to fill her mouth with my pumping cock, telling her at
the same time to play with her pussy and keep it wet. With muff- 
led, gurgling noises emanating from her cock-filled mouth, she
lifted both her long, sexy legs in the air and began to rub clit
and pussy until she made herself come. 

   I withdrew from her mouth and positioned myself between her
legs. Guiding my cock into her gushing naked hole, I sunk it in 
as far as it would go. While she begged, "Fuck me, fuck me," I 
did exactly that until my balls exploded and fired a stream of 
cum into her throbbing cunt. She came again. At that moment we 
both cried out from the intense pleasure of our orgasms, and then 
lay still as our perspiration dripped on to the sheets. 

  We fucked two more times that night. It was a great night of
whoring and I'm waiting for the next time she gets the urge look
and act like a slut. From the way she's been acting, I don't 
think I'll have to wait too long.