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Can You Say Fuck me? (MMF, wife-sharing)
by Cheryl (1999)
Fuck me. I looked at my husband with disbelieving eyes as I asked
him again. "I can only say fuck me all weekend long?"
He smugly looked at me and said "well you agreed to the rules of
the trip and you did lose the bet and those are the words I have
chosen for this weekend. I suppose I should explain. Every once in
a while, we make bets or dare’s to go along with the games we
play. A while back I had come up with a game where the loser (my
husband as it turned out) could only say one phrase all weekend
long.
A variation of the game was one weekend where I had lost the game
and had been forced to wear only some skimpy cutoffs and a very
little half t-shirt all weekend long. Anyway my husband’s phrase
for the weekend had been "of course I’d love to". Well it was one
of my better weekends when I got to finally drag his ass to the
ballet, the flower show at the botanical gardens and the home and
garden show. He vowed revenge and I just laughed.
During this year’s final four of basketball, we drew names of
teams for the tournament and as it turned out my team (a pre
tournament favorite) was eliminated in the first round. So by
default he won and I had to agree to the terms of the contest. We
have a jar with suggestions for this type of thing to spice things
up a bit and one was ONE PHRASE. Others were clothing selections,
place selections, etc. He though won the one phrase. I went to bed
that night wondering what his phrase would be.
He waited till Friday night when we both had the full weekend,
like I had had with him, and he told me my phrase would be fuck
me. At first I had thought it was amusing but we had had this trip
planned to St. Louis for several months now and now I could only
say fuck me? I
Looked at him and said what about ordering dinner in restaurants
or anything like that? He said, well you’ll have to let me do all
the talking unless you want to say to someone, fuck me. He said
this with a twinkle in his eye and I knew he wouldn’t hold it to
me. Little did I know.
Now the reason for the trip to St. Louis was strictly for fun.
There is a club in the St. Louis area called PT’s in Centreville
Ill., about 16 miles due east of St. Louis. Just off highway 64
for those in or near the area. On Saturday nights they have a
couples night in their all nude dancers club. And on Saturday
nights couples take over the main dance stage and can dance nude
and well they can even fuck on stage or anywhere up on the main
dance floor area and do it legally. The club has been standing
room only for years on Saturday nights and this was our
destination for the weekend.
For those of you who have never read any of my others letters in
swinger’s publications or even here on the internet, some
background is due. I am Cheryl, a compulsive exhibitionist who
loves to be watched, happily married to a older voyeur who loves
to watch me. I am now 24 and my hubby is now 49. I married for
love and not because I would be a trophy wife although that is
what I am considered. We have been married since I was 16 although
I was very mature for my age. Anyway, I am 24, blonde, 5 feet 6
inches tall, about 135 lbs, and I still measure out at 34c-22-36
and I keep my body fit and trim. I have almost firm tits, dancers
legs, a firm butt and I love sex. Oral, anal, straight, and I am
bi, love women too, and I am not prejudiced in the slightest.
Anyway the weekend arrived, and as usual I packed the required
clothes with my husband throwing in some "extras" as well. On
Friday night we left our home and headed out on the interstate for
St. Louis via I-70 for the twenty one hour road trip to our
destination.
Since our road trip started that night, I knew I was okay for
words to anyone else except to my husband. With him I could have
an almost normal conversation. I would know when the question or
statement he asked or made would require a fuck me answer.
Our first stop at a truck stop to eat and gas up was uneventful
although my cutoffs and t-shirt had some comments being made among
the truckers I’m sure. We caught some shut eye in Russell or Hays
Kansas, I’m not sure, in a truck stop and took off again at
daybreak.
On the interstate, it was quite warm in no time and I soon changed
clothes into a summer dress so I could let the air flow up and
under my hem to cool me off. It was when the traffic began to get
heavy and more and more truckers filled the road that things began
to get interesting.
As we drove along I-70 eastbound, my husband would encourage me to
unbutton some buttons on my dress, from above and from below near
the hem. He knew I would do this. As we passed truckers, they
could look down and see quite a bit of me exposed to their eyes as
well. We had a citizens band radio in our car so we could hear all
the comments being made on it to the other truckers near the area.
It was during one of these times when I was on the radio, talking
to a trucker who had followed us for like 80 miles as he drove
along side us, looking down, watching me expose more and more of
my body to his eyes, even playing with myself as he watched that
my husband finally spoke up. We had got the idea this trucker was
turning off in Kansas City to head down south. There was a rest
stop area coming up in 3 miles when my husband said, "whatever he
says next ask him if he wants to fuck you."
Now I am not easily embarrassed nor am I shy, but this was
something going out on the air for whoever was listening and for a
fact I knew about ten other truckers were listening it,
occasionally making their own comments as well. Oh well I thought.
The trucker blabbered something and I without thinking, although
excited too, said "so you want to fuck me?"
There was dead air for like fifteen seconds which in reality is
like forever for truckers and their radio’s. I could hear in the
background cries of I‘ll fuck you etc. But the truck closest to us
drowned them out as anyone knows, and he said Hey Cheryl, there is
a rest stop coming up in one mile, pull in and lets talk. Now all
truckers know every rest stop and truck stop along any given route
and I knew we would soon be joined by more than just our trucker I
was talking too but I had asked him if he wanted to fuck me and as
we slowed down, so did he, and I wondered how many others would
follow us in to the rest area. Oh well.
In the truck stop area, the trucker climbed out of his cab and he
wasn’t hard on the eyes but when I climbed out of our car with all
but two buttons undone on my dress, his eyes got real big. I got
into his cab and we spent about 45 minutes in his bed area in the
back while he had me any way he wanted, oral, yes I love it, in my
pussy, and anally as well. I was surprised that a man who had been
on the road forever, would have that much staying power, but he
brought me to several orgasms (nothing great mind you but still
good) and still took the time to make sure I was satisfied before
he came. All in all it way very enjoyable and he was a gentleman.
As I climbed down from his cab, I saw quite a few trucks parked
near us and I saw all the eyes follow me back to our car. My
husband told me that about 7 truckers had pulled in after we had
and I told him I know, I was listening on the truckers radio,
everyone wondering where I had gone. We pulled back onto the
interstate to keep our schedule of getting to St. Louis on time.
Saturday night found us at PT’s show club in Centreville Ill. And
having a good time. Now a word of caution here for anyone wishing
to go to this club, all of the male employees are free to ask any
female club attendee for sex. That’s right, they can ask, not
demand. It’s open to the public and it is standing room only on
Saturday nights. On this night, my phrase would be in force as I
expected.
The funny thing is that the first contacts I had with the
employees of PT’s was the waitresses, when I was supposed to order
drinks. My husband deliberately left that up to me. I looked up at
him when our waitress asked me for a drink order and all I could
say was fuck me. She didn’t pause, she didn’t hesitate, she just
said she was on duty till 6 in the morning and couldn’t do
anything till then. She sort of left it open that after that, she
would be available to um fuck me. I love women, did I mention
that?
Anyway, we were there for fun, soon had some drinks, and soon I
was asked to dance by some guy sitting nearby. Again all I could
say was fuck me. Without a bat of his eye, he led me onto the
dance floor and we began to dance. His hands roamed freely all
over my body, much like what was happening all around us. He
casually lifted my skirt from behind showing off my bare panty
less ass to all of the crowd watching, and without a by your
leave, had me brace myself along the rail as I faced the crowd.
They watched as he pulled down his jeans and just began to fuck me
from behind as I stared out on the crowd watching us.
This was not usual for the club but because we were new meat so to
speak, or at least I was, I had a lot of requests to dance after
that and almost all took a poke or two at fucking me. I didn’t
have to fuck everyone, just those that I had to respond with fuck
me to. I did fuck some more of course with others. Several others
girls came on to me as well and from about 9 pm to almost 5 am, I
had a great time being the center of so much attention.
For those of you curious, I am not an employee of PT’s in
Centreville, Ill., however it is a real club and Saturday nights
are very real. I get there several times a year for the party so
anyone nearby keep checking it out and maybe some day you’ll see
me and then you can tell me you read my fuck me story on the
internet. Just ask, are you Cheryl?