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My Slut Wife (MMF, wife-sharing)
by Anon NixPixer 1994
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After discussing it for months (and incidentally getting a lot of
really hot sex from just talking about it) I finally agreed to go
to this notorious pickup joint about 50 miles away. I dressed
in a thigh high red miniskirt that I had never had the nerve to wear,
and no underwear. The top wasn't see-through, but so thin that
goosebumps showed. The final touch was a pair of 5 inch red heels.
Just putting it on knowing I was going to wear it in front of dozens
of horny guys got both my husband and me so excited that we barely got
out the door.
I parked my van at the edge of the parking lot, with woods
beyond. John went in early, to scout the place. A few minutes
later he came out and said, "third table from the corner, facing
the bar, if you can get it." The music was loud, with a beat, but
because this was a pick up place they were mostly slow numbers.
I was so nervous when I walked in, but really excited too.
I saw John at the bar, but pretended not to notice him.
The table he'd mentioned was empty so I sat at it. The waitress had
just taken my order for a drink when the music started.
It was a slow number, and an attractive man asked me
to dance. We pressed against each other, and I felt his cock
rising. It gave me a sexy wanton feeling to rub against his
erection while my husband watched.
The next dance I had with John. I asked him, "why that particular
table?" He answered, "At that table I can see what's going on
below the table, but no one else in the bar can. You can get as
nasty as you want, and your pick-up and I are the only ones
who'll know."
The next dance, was with a stranger. I got bolder. I asked him to put
his hands on my butt and pull me tight to him. I pressed my
breasts to his chest, and rubbed against him. In another place
that would have been tacky, but here it was just a little wilder
than the action around us. By the time the dance was finished my
pussy was wet and sticky and my nipples were hard little
mountains. It was a cinch to get him back to my table.
Back at the table, he started to introduce himself. I stopped him.
"We're two people who just met and are enjoying each other's company" I
said.
"Let's leave it at that."
I picked up my drink and took a long pull at it. Then I turned toward
my 'Date', and brushed my chest against his bare arm. With the top I
was wearing, it was as if I had brushed my bare nipple against him. He
recognized this as a go ahead, and dropped his hand to caress my thigh.
I let his hand stay a moment before I put my hand on his.
His look at that moment was priceless, wondering how he had blown it. I
held his
hand there a moment, enjoying tormenting him, before I moved his
hand up my thigh to my pussy. When he felt pubic hair instead of
panties he figured he had a sure thing. I spread my thighs and
his hand moved to my slit. When he felt how wet I was, he knew.
I glanced over at my husband to see how he was taking the action.
He was acting like he didn't see, but I could tell his eyes were
bulging out. From his look, that wasn't his only bulge. And
thinking of bulges, I moved my hand to my date's pants, caressing
his erection gently before unzipping him and moving my hand
inside pants and underpants to clasp his hot prick. In the
meantime his fingers worked up and down my slit, sending surges
of pleasure through me.
My fingers moved to his cockhead, and felt the dribble of precum.
His fingers were massaging my clit. A little more action like
that and we'd both cum.
We had to leave. "Let's go somewhere more private" I croaked.
As we got up, I saw my husband leaving ahead of us.
As soon as we got to the side of the van away from the bar we
kissed passionately. When the kiss ended, Joe pulled my top
down, freeing my breasts. His hand moved to the hard hills of my
nipples. He sqeezed them, sending shocks of pleasure down to my
pussy. Then his lips covered one nipple and his tongue flicked
the tip. His free hand went down to my hem, and lifted it up
past my hips. The hand moved down again, to the sopping flesh
between my pussy lips. I moved my legs wider, giving him easier
access to my sex.
I was intensely aware of the lewd scene I made. In a place where
anyone could be watching, my breasts were exposed, my dress
lifted up, and a stranger's fingers pleasuring my private parts.
In fact, I knew that my husband was watching. But, the very
wantoness of my actions only excited me more. My hand went to
his waist, and first his pants, then his underpants fell to his
ankles. His stiff cock sprang free, and my fingers wrapped
around it. At the same time, his fingers moved lower, and pushed
into my tunnel until finally he had three fingers inside me and
his thumb rubbing my clit. As my fingers moved from base to tip
of his cock, I looked down startled. It was a monster. Two and
a half inches wide, fully 10 inches long. My pussy squeezed as I
thought of taking it all inside me.
Then he moved closer. Even though I was wearing my 5" heels, his cock
still reached to my belly button. He moved down, crouching until his
cock-head nudged my hole.
Slowly he straightened. His thick sausage stretched my cunt as he moved
deeper and deeper into me. At last his pubic bone mashed against my
clit.
"Oh god, I'm stuffed, and feels sooo good!" I gasped.
Slowly he withdrew until only the head was in me. Then he slammed his
cock in me.
"Yessss!" I hissed. "That's how I like it. Give it to me hard!"
A few savage strokes later, I stiffened. "Jesus, I'm cumming." I
moaned. OH YES!, YES."
Even after I exploded in orgasm he continued. My orgasm was ebbing when
he rammed his cock into me a final time and stiffened. New waves of
pleasure broke over me as he blasted load after load of cream deep into
my belly.
Finally, his cock slipped out of me. He pulled on his pants,
then tried to get me to take him home, go to his place, go
with him to a motel. Finally I convinced him that what had just
happened was the peak experience and that we should part with
that memory.
As he headed back to the bar, I remained leaning against the van,
his jism drooling from my cunt. I watched my husband step from
the shadows. Even though it was his idea, I was nervous. How
would he take it?
He opened the side door of the van and abruptly told me to get in.
He closed the van door and dropped pants and underpants to the
floor. His cock jutted out stiffly. I wrapped my fingers around his
iron stiff shaft, and watched the precum drool from the head.
"That was so slutty." he said. "Now, I want you to be just as slutty
with me."
"Oh yes!" I said. "I want you to pound your rod into me until you
shoot your sperm deep into my cunt." Incredibly I was horny again,
even hornier than I had been when my cunt was full of a strangers cock.
Before I'd finished speaking, his cock was inside me. He pounded
savagely into me, just what I needed. In a bit, I was moaning and
squirming against him. He kept pounding me, and reached down to tug my
clit. That did it! My cunt spasmed around his cock. I gasped, "I'm
cummming! Spray me with your hot cream! I want your cum in with my
lover's."
That set him off! His hot juice filled my already sloppy tunnel. His
fingers pinched my clit again. Together, the sensations intensified my
climax. For a bit, the pleasure was so overwhelming it was almost
painful.