My husband watches me seduce a stranger in a bar…In the seven years that Jack and I had been married, we have been constantly finding ways of spicing up our sex life. Some of what we do consists of me dressing up provocatively sexy and letting my husband flaunt me around in public, and watching me tease bystanders, mostly men. I would often go without a bra or panties underneath and Jack would take pictures of me flashing in public. This is on the tamer side of the kind of games we like to play.
On the wilder side, we visit swing clubs, or just plain bars where we pick up a nice-looking guy, or guys for a night of fun. When we go to a bar, we usually sit together, but as the evening draws on and more people go out on the dance floor, Jack and I usually have the first dance together, where he whispers in my ear and inflates my ego to get my kink on.
When Jack disappears into the restroom that is my clue to make myself available. Usually, all I have to do is stand alone for a few minutes and there will be a guy stepping up to me. Normally, when Jack gets back from the restroom, I am on the floor dancing with someone I had just met. Jack will sit and watch us. A little touching, a little groping, a little kissing, whispering words into each other’s ears.
I would take the guy over to the bar and I would make sure we sit next to my husband. At this point, the guy has no clue that we are sitting next to my husband. We have a few drinks while my hand is rubbing the bulge in my new friend’s pants and his hand is trailing up my legs, under my skirt, rubbing my bald pussy. In the meantime, Jack can hear the conversation we are having, which is not kind and nice anymore, but just plain nasty horny talk. They often compliment me on my legs and tits, my body in general.
Some guys make compliments about my eyes and my infectious smile. Like Steven, the guy I reeled in on this certain night. I remember him telling me I had beautiful eyes.
I chuckled, “Yeah right, I’m sure that’s all you’re looking at,” while I placed my hand high up on this thigh.
Steven was twenty-three, tall and very good looking, with black hair and brown eyes. He was actually a very timid guy. Whenever I was direct with him, he turned red in the face. I had to reassure him. “Don’t be shy, it’s okay. We both know what we want,” I told him softly and moved my hand onto his cock and added, “Tonight is just about us having fun, no strings. I want you to fuck me and make me happy. Do you think you can handle that?”
I said it loud enough for my husband to easily hear me. I could see my husband sitting on the other side of Steven, mouthing to me that I had his cock as hard as a rock. Steven, unaware of my husband, was shocked for a second over my blatant revelation. Steven obviously wasn’t used to having women coming up to him, asking him to fuck them, but he managed to regain his composure fairly quickly and said, “I don’t know if you can handle me. I’ve got great stamina and can cum several times in one night.”
I gave his cock a promising squeeze through his pants. “That’s what I want you to do. And from what I am feeling, you are pretty big too.”
His hand reached up under my skirt and he was a little surprised to find my pussy bare, shaved and wet. He flicked my clit with his finger and replied, “I’m glad your cunt is wet, otherwise I might hurt you going in,” he smiled and winked. It’s amazing the things a guy will say once his cock gets hard.
We fooled around at the bar a little bit longer, shoving down another round of drinks. “So what is a beautiful, sexy woman like you doing alone in a place like this?” he asked me.
“I didn’t say I was alone,” I said. “I’m married.”
Steven looked like his chances of getting lucky were suddenly fading away, so I added, “But I’m frustrated. My husband doesn’t look at me anymore the way he used to. And when we have sex, he’s finished in five minutes. I get a ‘thank you’ kiss, and he rolls over and falls asleep, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied.”
This little story that I was telling Steven was, of course, not true. My husband has always been my best lover and always left me happy and satisfied. But this was a private little fantasy that my husband wanted to play on this night. Jack had no problem of listening to me talking him down because it was giving this guy more incentive.
If it all works out according to the way we planned it, I was going to lure Steven to our house, and my husband would follow us there in his car and sneak into the house while we were already fucking. Steven was swallowing my neglected-housewife story up, hook, line, and sinker.
“Your husband is a fucking idiot! I would be fucking you three times a day if you were mine,” Steven said.
“Yeah, you’re not the first man that told me that. But why don’t we make a night of it?” I suggested while licking my lips. “My husband isn’t home. Every Saturday night he goes to the sports bar with his work colleagues, and he never comes in before 2:00 am. We got plenty of time,” I said, weaving my web of seduction around him.
I removed my hand from Steven’s bulging crotch and he pulled his fingers from my dripping pussy. We got up from our stools and walked together to the door. I quickly blew my husband a kiss and hinted with my eyes that he needed to follow us home.
In the parking lot, Steven hiked my skirt and grabbed my naked ass. I loved his aggressive behavior, but I batted his hand away and said, “Wait until we get to my house.”
While directing Steve along the way, I was sure my husband was following close behind us. I was feeling so hot and horny, I was already living on the edge of orgasm. I knew it would only take a few touches to get me there. While we were on the road, I lowered the visor to use the mirror to re-apply my lipstick.
Although it was a fifteen-minute drive, I wanted to make sure Steven was still hard and ready for me when we arrived, so along the way, I reached over and opened his fly, and pulled his horse out of the barn, and stroked it softly up and down with my delicate fingers. Steven kept his eyes on the road, and by the expression on his face, I could see how much he was enjoying the sensuous touch of my fingers petting and stroking his cock.
His cock was nice, maybe eight inches long and fairly thick. It had a slight curve along its shaft that I liked, and I was happy to see that he shaved his cock and balls as well. Nothing I hate worse than those pesky pubic hairs getting stuck in my throat. It’s worse than a cat coughing up a hairball.
His cock looked so beautiful wrapped in my hand, I couldn’t resist anymore and unhooked my seat belt and leaned across the seats. Steven began shifting in his seat as I took his rock-hard cock into my hot mouth and started sucking and licking him while I played with his balls. He started touching me, trailing his hand down my back and over my ass. His fingers slipped between the cheeks of my ass and trailed over the lips of my pussy, and that was all it took to give me my first major orgasm of the night.
I moaned with my mouth full of cock as my body shuddered. When I sat back up, we were a block from my house. I told him to slow down, and what driveway to pull into. I could see in the side mirror that Jack’s car was not far behind us. He parked a half block away and waited until I had Steven inside the house.
Before we left the car, Steven stuck his cock back inside his pants, but he didn’t bother to zip them up. As soon as we were in the house and I closed the front door behind us, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. He was a very good kisser. He came at me hard, but not too rough, with just the perfect amount of tongue.
I literally melted in his arms as I reached down into his open fly and pulled his cock back out again, stroking him furiously. We broke the kiss and I pulled on his belt and opened his pants. He tried to pull my blousy top over my head, but I stopped him and told him that I wanted to strip him first.
The moment his pants dropped to the floor, I went down on my knees in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth for a second time. He took off his shirt while I was busy giving him a blowjob right there in the hallway, and I was going for it at a good pace. Between his moans, he told me that if I kept it up I was going to make him come. That was the best thing I heard him say to me all night.
I sucked harder and bobbed faster. He was too weak to stop me, and when he came, his first gummy gush streaked across my tongue, and I let him shoot the rest of his load all over my face. I’m super kinky for letting a man give me a facial, then to let him watch me scoop it up and lick it from my fingers like it was icing off a cake.
With just a small residue of his cum that I left smeared on my face, I looked at Steven and said, “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom. I’ll get you hard again and you can fuck my married pussy for as long as you want.”
With me fully dressed, and Steven completely naked, he followed me to my bedroom. I pushed him on the bed and while he was starting to sit up against the headboard, I put on some music and started moving my hips to the slow, jazzy rhythm. Another one of my kinks is that I love stripping for a man. I knew that by the time I stripped off my last thread, Steven’s cock would be sprouting a new erection.
I turned with my back facing him, and I slowly pulled my blouse over my head. After I tossed the blouse, I turned back around, and not having worn a bra, I afforded him a full, luscious view of my firm 34Bs and pert nipples. Next to come off were my heels that easily slipped from my feet, and then my skirt.
With both of us naked and unafraid, I watched him sitting back on the bed, stroking his cock that was growing hard again. It was time to stop teasing him and finally join him on the bed. I knelt straddling my legs over his and facing him.
“Let me suck your tits,” he said to me.
I smiled and moved to where he could reach them with his mouth. He ran his tongue across my tits and went for my left nipple and slowly nibbled on it while I slid my burning hole over his cock. Feeling the hot excitement of his hard cock sliding along my wet slit urged me to press harder against it until the head of his member found my hole. I felt my pussy stretch around his girth and we both moaned at the same time through the initial penetration. I felt his cock rubbing my G-spot every time I sank down on him. I reached down and fingered my clit while I rose and fell on Steven’s lap. My second orgasm of the night came seconds later and by the time it ebbed, another orgasmic wave racked my body. My combined orgasms lasted for more than a minute.
I collapsed against his chest when my orgasms subsided. I had to take a minute to catch my breath and stop shaking. Soon, I was ready for more. Once I get started, I can’t stop. That hollow space deep inside my belly was begging to be filled.
“Please, don’t stop fucking me,” I pleaded as I ground my pussy around his throbbing member that I kept buried so deep inside of me.
“Don’t worry, honey…I got plenty of fucking left in me,” he promised.
We rolled over, me onto my back, him on top of me, his still hard cock deep inside me. When he started pumping his hips, his cock felt even better and went in deeper. I closed my eyes and was completely drowning in the moment, enjoying every stroke of his marvelous dick.
When I opened my eyes, I took in the sight of this hunk of a man working hard above me to fuck me good. We both began to sweat as we found that hard passionate rhythm between us. All the moans, groans, whimpers and cries we were making echoed into the hallway. Suddenly, I remembered about Jack sneaking in to watch us. I looked over to the side, and there he was, standing in the shadowy doorway, stroking his fat cock. From his voyeuristic point of view, my husband was enjoying watching me getting laid at least as much as I was enjoying it myself. Steven was too caught up in fucking me to know that my husband was a few feet away, watching.
To keep Steven from seeing my husband, I rolled with him onto our sides, to where Steven’s back was facing the doorway. Holding my left leg straight up in the air with my toes pointing at the ceiling, I was able to give him extra-deep access. A few more strokes and Steven cried out as he dumped his second load of salty pudding deep inside my steamy cunt.
During our restful embrace, I started another little conversation, building up Steven’s ego while letting my husband know how much I was enjoying myself. “Oh, Steven, I’m so glad I met you tonight. I haven’t been fucked this good in a long time. My husband would have been done a long time ago. You are so much better than my husband,“ I cooed.
Steven laughed, feeling good about himself. “The poor idiot. He doesn’t have a clue, does he?”
“I’m very careful about not letting him find out that I’m cheating on him. As long as I’m getting what I need, I don’t miss him. He can jack himself off for all I care,” I said, laughing inwardly, knowing my husband was listening to every word of my crazy spill.
“He’ll have to stroke it tonight if he wants to get off. In the meantime, I will make sure I take good care of his wife,” Steven said and kissed me. “Hey…is his cock as big as mine?” he asked out of curiosity.
“Honey, if my husband had half of what you got and could use it as well as you, I wouldn’t be out cheating on him,” I said while placing kisses along Steven’s neck.
While we were having fun bashing my husband, I played with my gaping pussy, feeling his cum seeping from it like an open wound. I looked over Steven’s shoulder and saw Jack still stroking himself, so all was okay.
“Damn, Steven, it’s almost two in the morning. My husband will be home soon. You are going to have to leave.”
Steve was an understanding guy. We kissed and fondled each other for a bit longer before he got off the bed and started to get dressed. I wasn’t planning on getting dressed, and I lay naked on the bed looking sexy while Steven finished dressing. When he was dressed, I walked him to my front door and thanked him for a marvelous night. We kissed and my hand slid back down over his bulge to get my final feel. Fuck! He was getting hard again!
“My god, Steven, you weren’t lying. You do have great stamina!”
When I said that and felt his growing bulge against my hand, I was taken by a sudden surge of lust that made my insides flare up again. I pulled his jeans down a couple of inches and took his firm cock in my hand. “Fuck me one more time tonight, Steven,” I begged.
We went into the living room and he bent me over the back of the couch, positioning himself behind me. This time he was a bit slower, finding pleasure in rubbing the hot, swollen lips of my pussy with the blunt head of his cock.
But then I discovered what he was doing when he slid his cock up the crack of my ass and started rubbing the lube from his cock around my anus.
“Ohhh! Fuck! You’re so BIG!” A lasting cry escaped my mouth when he pressed against my anus and breached my sphincter.
“Fuck, you’ve got a tight asshole, you sexy bitch!” he roared, slapped my ass, and pressed his cock deeper.
He started fucking my ass slowly until I told him to fuck me harder. Steven gladly obliged my heated desire, and he slammed his throbbing meat up my flaming ass, hard, deep, fast, and without mercy, stretching me out and giving me the feeling of pure ecstasy. A couple of minutes later, he climaxed again and dumped his thick seed deep into my bowels.
I hung over the couch like a rag doll with all of my seams undone. I had given him all three of my orifices. I had nothing left to give him. My legs could barely carry me. When he finished fucking my ass, he zapped the last of my strength. When he was done, he pulled his pants back up. We said our final good-bye, and he hurried out the front door like a thief in the night, hoping to escape before getting caught by my husband.
When I went back to the bedroom, Jack was lying naked on the bed. “You’re such a fucking whore,” he said to me. What kind of married woman goes out and cheats on her husband the way you do?”
“Only the slutty kind,” I told him with a smile while I went to lie next to him.
Jack smiled and started to mount me. I pulled up my legs, and Jack discovered that he missed my quickie with Steven in the living room as Steven’s cum was leaking from my gaping asshole. Jack’s eyes grew big and a grin spread across his face. “Oh, you horny slut of mine…you even let him fuck you in your ass!”
“Shut up, silly,” I laughed, “And fuck your unfaithful wife!”
We both chuckled as Jack’s cock slid easily into my cum-soaked pussy. Jack loves the feeling of sloppy seconds. The friction is real smooth, he says. We made hot, passionate love for almost an hour before Jack came and added his sperm into the juicy mix inside my cunt.
“I love you so much,” I said heartfelt to my husband. “You are the greatest husband a woman can ask for.”
“Why, because I let you fuck other men?” he teased.
“That, and because you still love me after all of that. And I just want you to know that I didn’t mean any of those mean things that I said about you.”
“I know that,” he assured me. “I love how you made it sound so real. We got to do this again.”
“I would be disappointed if we didn’t,” I said and kissed my husband good night.
A couple of weeks later, we pursued another sexy adventure.
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