8 comments/ 53345 views/ 8 favorites Cuckolding Wife Ch. 01 By: aquavulva Labor Day, 2002 My husband admitted to cheating on me. It took place a week ago. He had played golf with another couple that afternoon and they asked him to their home later for drinks. At some point, the topic of sex came up, and the male of the couple asked my husband if he'd like to make out with his wife; my husband apparently had no qualms and accepted the offer. Because I asked him to, he described the situation. He and the wife made out briefly but things progressed quickly and all three were soon naked. The other man sat back in a chair, watching as his wife and my husband continued to kiss and fondle each other. My husband told me that she made the first direct sexual contact by grabbing his penis, soon thereafter getting down on her knees to suck it. He was already hard, and quickly withdrew from her—probably because he didn't want to come too quickly, which he often does—and lay down on the floor. She straddled over him, lowered herself, and said, "Hold your dick up for me so I can fuck you." He takes direction well, so she sat lower until the head of his penis was just touching her pussy lips. She held right there and her husband said, "Go ahead, fuck him." She sat slowly, tantalizingly...he said she was dripping wet...until his dick was all the way in, then she began to move up and down on him very slowly. A couple of strokes after she began, her husband said, "That's good, fuck him like you fuck all my friends." Then to my husband he said, "That's right. She's turned into a real slut lately, fucked a bunch of guys, and all of them came inside her cunt. Guys with some pretty big dicks dumped their loads in the same cunt you're fucking right now." My husband said he began to lose control right there. "Yeah, the last one was just before we met you for golf, and she never cleaned up..." and at that, my husband was past his stopping point. She lifted herself up so that the head of his penis was just inside her as he ejaculated. At his last pulse, she lifted up, his semen dripping freely from her. She got off of him, and lay back on the couch with her legs spread and pouted, "My pussy is all messy and needs some attention." My husband started to move toward her, but he was pushed aside by her husband who told mine, "I'll take it from here." Her husband spread her lips with his hands and began cleaning my husband's semen from her with his mouth and tongue. He licked and sucked from her labia then turned his attention to her clitoris. My husband said she came very quickly, and her husband mounted her immediately. His dick was large and engorged, and he fucked her for several minutes—an eternity for my husband—before coming deep inside of her. After getting their breath, the wife announced to my husband that they were going to go clean up, thanked him for coming over, and told him he needed to get dressed and leave. My husband was obviously used by them for their entertainment, and I guess he told me to assuage his guilt. In the long run, however, it has been very good for me—perhaps for him, too. My husband is not especially long-lasting, and I am never completely satisfied by him sexually. But in non-sexual ways he's a very good husband and even a friend, so I didn't want to divorce him. While his infidelity obviously angered me, I forgave him for it, but for some reason his sexual inadequacy became even more of an issue for me—he had cheated on me for his own pleasure yet my own pleasure with him was most often incomplete and I resented it. So, the day after his admission, I decided that I needed to take my own needs into account. Because I inherited good money I have financial power over him, and told him that in order to not sue him for divorce, my terms were that I would begin taking all the lovers I desire, because he really was not good at giving me the satisfaction that I needed badly—and regularly. However, to avoid being hypocritical I would not cheat on him as he had done behind my back. Instead, I would flagrantly fuck whoever I wished with his full knowledge, that he would be made to observe on occasion, and that when invited to participate he would be completely submissive to my demands at all such times. He's an odd man, and asked that I put those terms in writing for him—I did so, read them to him, and made him sign his approval. At that point I happened to look down and noticed he had spiked an erection! I offered to seal the deal by giving him a blowjob and he accepted. I took his penis from his pants and into my mouth. In no more than a minute, I could feel the head of his penis begin to swell with the first hints of his orgasm. At that, my tongue found the sweet spot on the underside of his dick and flicked back and forth across it. He held my head down to him, grunted, stiffened, and came. When I was completely sure that he was finished I looked up into his eyes, showed him his cum on my tongue, then closed my mouth and swallowed. While my mouth had been on him, it occurred to me that the penis I was now sucking had been in another woman's wet, horny pussy just days before. I wondered what it would have been like to watch them, and felt the same sort of sensation that her husband must have felt as he watched her fuck my husband, and it made me incredibly horny. That and the thought that I could actually now, at any time I wanted and with my husband's approval, fuck other men as long as he knew about it—exhibiting my activity in front of him whenever I felt the need—made me feel very powerful, and the power fed my urgent need. As he watched, I pulled my pants and panties off, leaving my blouse in place because I had to get to my clit as quickly as possible. I sat on the nearby couch and masturbated. While he watched he told me how much he wanted me to fuck other men, to get the kind of satisfaction I really needed, and how he would enjoy watching and would help out in any way that I wished. As he began to describe how even he might wish to have sex with my future partners, I had a quite satisfying orgasm. The deal was now set: I would get the deep satisfaction I was sorely craving, and my more-perverted-than-I'd-thought husband could get his jollies as well. I initially thought that the first time I exercised my new freedom that I would just go out and allow myself to be picked up, hastily laid in a car or hotel room, then tell him about it later. However, I changed my mind and decided that I would first arrange a scenario that he would be made to watch, essentially paying him back in humiliation for cheating on me. *********** September 29, 2002 A knock at the front door, and I opened it to find my invited guest, I'll call him John, of course, with a bottle of wine. I'd found him online, advertising himself as available to open-minded couples. I asked him in and thanked him for coming, then reminded him under no uncertain terms that I would be directing the evening's activities. He said he had understood that from my emails to him and accepted it. "What of your husband? You're married, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, and he's here. He knows his place, will be observing, and participating according to my instructions. You said so in your email, but tell me again that you're OK with that." He looked me over, obviously imagining me naked and horny, and answered, "Oh, most definitely. No problem." "Excellent." I called my husband into the living room to meet my guest. My husband was, at my earlier direction, naked other than a sheer pink woman's thong I had ordered him wear. He understood and was eager to play his role. I told him, "Open the wine for John and me." He did so, bringing two glasses with him. "Pour a glass of wine for me." He did. "Pour some wine for my guest." He did. John and I sat at opposite ends of the couch, sipping our wine, saying nothing but looking each other over, imagining what was to come, what each other might look and feel like. My husband stood at attention against a wall, watching us. After some small talk and determining for myself that this was a man I could enjoy fucking, I stood up and told them both, "Let's go to the bedroom," and to my husband, "Bring the wine and our glasses." We got to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, told John to stand across the room then told my husband, "Come undress me for my guest." He came to me immediately, and I stood up. He first unbuttoned my blouse, stepped behind me as I put my arms behind my back, and pulled the blouse off from behind. He unzipped the side zipper on my skirt, let it fall to the floor then picked it up as I stepped from above it. He unsnapped my bra from behind and removed it, and I sat back on the bed as he pulled off my panties. I kicked off my pumps, sat naked on the bed before both men, and told them to stand at the foot of the bed. As they did so, I turned to face them straight on, and sat back against the headboard, legs together, with a large pillow for support and comfort. I could feel a swelling and heaviness in my cunt; the sense of control and lust was overpowering and I had to be careful not to hurry. To my husband I said, "Please show me to my guest." "I don't understand..." "I don't want to show it to him—I want you to show him the pussy he's going to fuck. Spread my legs so that he can get a good look at me." He walked to one side of the bed, put his hand around my ankle and pulled my foot to the corner. He repeated this on the other side, leaving my reddening cunt fully exposed to John. It was freshly manicured by my husband just that afternoon, shaved around the lips and clit with a dollop of decorative hair left above them; he was very careful to make it look just right for the guest I would have tonight. John was staring at it, then at my face, then back to my pussy. My husband's penis was quite erect, poking just above the waist strap of the little thong. "Please remove my guest's clothing so that I can see him naked," I said to my husband, then to John, "Do not help in any way. Let him remove all of your clothing for you." My husband started immediately, unbuttoning and removing my guest's shirt. After unzipping and removing John's pants, I told him to feel John's dick through the briefs that remained and tell me about it. John wasn't so sure about that and I told him, "Let him feel you. I think he will get rather excited with a dick in his hands bigger than his own." Indeed, my guest began to become erect in the hand of my husband, who said, "Ah, yes, it is rather large." "Yes, I know. I had him send pictures of it by email, and I've been thinking about fucking it ever since. Remove his shorts. I want to see it." He pulled off my guest's shorts. His penis was semi-erect as it first appeared, and it pulsed and grew with each heartbeat. I remembered the pictures he'd emailed; in several it was erect, and I became more aroused watching him rise to full erection in my actual presence, anticipating the pleasure I had in store for myself. "Sit," I said to my husband and he did so in a chair that had been drawn near the edge of the bed. "Do not touch yourself or either one of us without my permission." "Of course," he replied. I now turned my full attention to John. "Have some wine, and please pour some more for me. He did so. As he stepped to the side table for the wine, I was tantalized watching his erection wag with each step. He wasn't as big as I'd had before I was married, but after fucking only my husband since we'd married, I was really looking forward to being stuffed by this stranger. Full disclosure: I fucked around quite a bit before I met my husband with numerous boys and men. There was even a woman in the dorm who I allowed to finger my clit to orgasm, and I returned the favor, when we just happened to be extremely horny and in the shower together, but that happened only once, and we talked later about how enjoyable that little session was but that we really preferred a good fuck. However, my husband's experience was very limited; in fact I wouldn't be surprised if his tales of the few times he'd had sex prior to meeting me were concocted and all he ever did was masturbate. Ah, but I wasn't thinking about that as my guest refilled our wine glasses. He poured the wine, handed it to me, and sat naked on the bed next to me. I was still lying spread-eagled on the bed with my pussy fully visible to both men. I told my guest, "Please sit so that I can see your penis." He turned slightly so that his erect dick was pointed straight at my face. I didn't get too nosy while looking into his, uh, qualifications on the internet, but wanted to know more about him, to become even more aroused by learning more about his sex life. I asked, "Are you married? You have a ring, I see." "Yes, I am." "Then why are you here planning to fuck me?" "Well, oddly enough, my wife and I have an arrangement much like you and your husband. She never initiates sex. But once it's going, she's a submissive little pervert. She gets excited when it seems like I'm forcing her to have sex, or when she wants to pretend that's the case. And she really gets off when I tell her about my activities with other women." I looked at my husband; his erection was quite taught listening to this. John continued, "For some reason, she thinks that all men cheat, and told me early in our marriage that she would allow me to take other women as long as I told her about them, reasoning that if she knew about it, it wouldn't be cheating." I thought that did indeed sound like my husband's and my current circumstance. "Does she not wish to take other men?" I asked. "Not to my knowledge, but if she did it would be fine with me. I'd just want to know about it and not be played as a fool." I was looking directly at his penis when I asked, "When was the last time that was in your wife's pussy?" "A week ago, Saturday." "When was the last time you fucked someone besides your wife?" "A couple nights before that. I told her I had a date with a fuck buddy before I left the apartment." "What did she say when you got home?" "Nothing." "Tell me about fucking her last week." I was becoming very aroused, dripping wet and heavy feeling. "I started kissing her neck, feeling her through her clothes, making her certain that I wanted to make love to her. While I was doing that, she asked, 'Was she pretty?' 'Yes.' 'Did she suck your dick?' 'Yes.' 'Did you lick her clit?' 'Yes.' 'Did it feel good to have your dick in her pussy?' 'Yes.' 'Did you fuck her slow or hard?' 'She wanted it slow.' 'I want you to have your way with me now, do whatever you want you nasty man.' "I tied her to the bed, bound at the wrists and ankles, and I didn't even have to feel of her. With her legs tied apart like that, her pussy was gaping open and her juice was dripping out." I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my hand and began rubbing my pussy. He noticed, and I said, "Keep talking." My husband was staring at me. He was rock hard. "I sat over her on my knees with my hard dick in her face and said, 'This dick was in somebody else's cunt a couple of nights ago. Suck it.' I stuck it in her mouth and fucked her face like it was a pussy, and she got extremely hot. I told her, 'I came in her pussy. I fucked her cunt like I'm fucking your mouth now, and came in it.'" She pulled away and ordered, 'Lick me, now.' I got down between her legs, put my face up to her, and began licking, went straight to her clit. She pumped her hips up and down, returning my face fuck, I guess." "Did you make her come?" "As I was licking her, she kind of stiffened up and asked in kind of a whisper, 'When you licked her clit, did she come on your mouth? Come on your tongue?' I lifted my face away just long enough to say, 'Yes,' then went back to work. She came on my mouth in about 5 seconds. When she was through, I simply got up and fucked her. A nice long one. I'd pull out and stop every now and then until I couldn't hold off any longer." "Did you come in her pussy?" "Yeah." "Come put your dick in my mouth. Fuck my face like you did hers." I lay back and he kneeled over me. I licked my lips to get them good and slick, and then just opened my mouth—saying nothing because it wasn't necessary. As he brought his penis to my lips my husband strained to get a good look. As John placed the head of his hard dick in my mouth I spat on it to make it good and wet, then worked my lips and tongue around it. He pushed it in very slowly. My husband was beside himself trying to watch from every possible angle, and his excitement was extremely rewarding to me. John pulled his dick out just a bit then pushed back in, repeating slowly until he could push in to the point that his pubic hair was on my nose and his balls on my chin. I loved him treating my mouth like a pussy and reached down to touch myself. As I did so, I saw my husband petting his hard dick through the sheer thong, and broke away from John. "Stop that now!" I ordered him. "You are not to do anything until I tell you that you can, do you understand?" "Yes, sorry." I said, "John, I want you to help me with my clit now. Lie down beside me and stroke it for me." Then I said to my husband, "Stand at the foot of the bed so you can get a good look." My husband did so. John, being quite an expert, played with my breasts for a bit, and then sucked on my nipples. My hips humped up and down and he hadn't even gotten to my pussy yet. "Yeah, suck my nipples while my husband watches you. Make me want to fuck you in front of him." Both men maintained fine erections at this point, though I really wanted to deal with John's larger one first, and without much more delay. John's hand finally reached my pussy, and he began stroking my clit very slowly. I said to my husband, "Look what he's doing to me. He's stroking my clit and I'm letting you see it. I'm being a slut and it's your fault, and there's nothing you can do about it." My perverted husband just answered, "Yes, I see. That's good..." and his voice trailed off as he was lost in watching me being horny with another man. I told my husband, "Get my vibrator, the small pink one that looks like a tube of lipstick. Now!" He did so quickly and handed it to me, and I told John, "You rub clits very well, but now I'm ready to see how well you fuck." As John lay above me on his hands and knees, I told my husband to stand beside the bed so he could see my pussy getting fucked. He watched as I reached down and grabbed John's hard dick with my left hand, pulled it to and centered it just inside my pussy lips. "OK, very slowly. Push it all the way in," and he did. His face was flushed and red, as was my husband's. It was incredibly exciting to have two horny men with me, one of them with a very large dick that was now in my cunt and felt so very good. I can not describe adequately how very good it felt, and it gave me goose bumps as he pushed it in, pulled it out, and pushed it in, over and over again. I looked down and watched as his dick, slick with my juice, pulled out, then pushed back in, just wonderfully exciting and nasty. And it was a stranger's, not my husband's! And my husband stood watching, just as horny and waiting his turn. I was near coming from sheer excitement and told John, who was obviously not near his climax, to just push it in and hold it. He did. I reached down with my small vibrator and after some maneuvering, held it directly to my clit. I told my husband, "Watch very carefully," and he leaned to within a couple of feet of where John and I were joined. This was just too much for the state I was in. I told John to pull out just a bit so my husband could see my lips wrapped around his dick. As he did, my husband leaned closer, no more than 8 or 10 inches away from my pussy that was playing hostess to another man's erect penis. He said, "It looks nasty to see your pussy lips around his dick like that. I can't wait to see you make him cum." With that, and the vibrator working my clit incessantly, I lost control. I stiffened, groaned, and began a very strong orgasm, the most intense I'd had in quite some time. I pull the vibrator away, and John pushed himself all the way in. In orgasm, my cunt gripped and released John's dick repeatedly, spastically, intensified by the almost total shamelessness of it happening as my husband looked on. As my orgasm began to subside, I dropped the vibrator and told John to fuck me. "Just fuck me until you come in my pussy while my husband watches us." Cuckolding Wife Ch. 01 John got back to it, fucking me very slowly, enjoying the way it felt but also, I suspect, showing off to another man. "Here's how your wife needs to be fucked, and she needs a good big dick like this one," I imagined him thinking. My husband couldn't stand much more either. "Fuck her, yeah, fuck her, yeah, just like that. She's fucked me a whole lot of times but I love seeing her with a big dick like yours going in and out of her," and with that, John had had all he could stand. I could feel his dick grow even larger, a sure sign, then he pulled out all the way so that we could all see his engorged dick, glistening with my juice. I hissed at him, "Stick it in me and come, damn it! Dump you load in my cunt." He plunged it into me as far as he would go and held it there. "Yeah, dump it in her, dump your cum in my slut wife," my husband blurted out, as John did just that. I could feel his dick twitching inside me, expelling his come far within. John and I lay coupled as he went through his aftershocks, and my husband pleaded, not to me but to John, "Please let me fuck her, please!" I told my husband, "I'm giving the orders here, and you're not going to get to fuck me until I tell you it's OK. But you can go ahead and remove that cute little thong if you'd like." He did quickly; his penis was erect. "Play with your dick while we watch." My husband spat in his right hand, wrapped it around his dick, and began slowly stroking. I lay still on my back, caressing John's nipples, shoulders and chest as his dick slowly deflated, blatantly teasing my desperate husband. Finally, John's penis fell from my cunt, and I told him to pull away from me and to kneel over me with his dick in my face, one more time. He did, and it was drenched with my juices and his own semen. I took it into my mouth, making sure to get as much of it all on my lips and tongue as possible. After I was satisfied that my mouth was as big a mess as my pussy, I turned toward my husband and spread my legs. "Look at what this man did to me." "You're a slut." "Yes, and it's your fault for cheating on me." "He cheated on you?" John asked. "Yes, he fucked some little slut and I didn't know about, he just did it behind my back. Not at all like you and me fucking whoever we want to and our spouses knowing about it." Then I said to my husband, "John's wife knows he's out fucking tonight, and he's going to tell her all about fucking me, what I looked like, how I sucked his dick, about how it felt while I was having an orgasm on his dick—John, are you going to tell her about it my husband watching us?" "Certainly, no question about it. She'll really like that." "Kind of like you," I said to my husband. It looked like he was going to come before too long, so I said "Stop stroking, now." He complied, his dick jerking in near-ejaculation. I couldn't believe that he'd held off without shooting his semen in front of John and me. I told John to sit in a nearby chair. After John sat, I said to my husband, "Kiss me on my mouth. It's covered with his cum, and I want you to get all of that man's nasty stuff off of it while he watches you do it." He hesitated, but he needed the humiliation and I needed the control. "Do it!" I ordered. "You know you want to, don't you?" "Yes." He tongue kissed me deeply where John's penis had just been, panting with excitement. When I'd had enough, I asked, "What does my pussy look like?" "Oh, man," he said, "his cum is running out of you like a faucet." His dick was rock hard. "Would you like to fuck me now?" "Yes," and he began to get in position. "No, not yet. Hand me my wine glass. I need a drink." He gave me my wine, and I said, "OK, get between my legs and get ready." He got between my legs, and I grabbed his dick as I'd had John's before. "Would you like to stick it in me now?" "Yes." "Push it in where my guest's big dick was just a few minutes ago?" "Yes." "Did you like watching him fuck my cunt with his big dick?" "You bet!" "And do you want to stick yours in it now? Your dick where his just was? Get his semen that's still in me all over your dick?" "Yes! Yes! Please!" I took a few sips of wine, making him wait. "OK, you may fuck me now." He pushed himself in quickly, and pounded me furiously. He actually did a pretty good job of fucking me without coming quickly. I sipped my wine and did my best to act indifferent to his efforts, still paying him back for cheating on me. I told him, almost cooing, "You're being a very good boy, and you're fucking me the best you have in a long time. Did you know that?" "I guess." "Of course, I've already been satisfied. I don't need any more fucking and am just letting you do it out of pity. Did you like watching me fuck that other man?" "Yes, I did," as he continued to give me a pretty good fucking, at least by his standards. "Would you like for me to let you watch me again sometime?" "Well..." "Don't' forget our little contract." "Uh, OK." I again cooed, almost whispering, "Look at your dick going in and out of me. Do you like seeing your dick going in and out of my pussy?" "Yeah, looks nasty." "Does it look nasty with another man's semen coming out of my cunt and smeared all over your dick?" "Oh, yes..." and at that, he pushed himself into me as far as he could, coming, his semen mixing with that of my guest. *********** I had avenged my husband's infidelity, and in fact, forgiven him. In so doing, our interest in our sexuality and sexual activity was opened wide. There were, and I hope will continue to be, more episodes that I will report in subsequent entries. Cuckolding Wife Ch. 02 October 27, 2002 My husband was waiting for me at home. He thought I was out on a fuck date with a man I met online on one of those swinger sites. I told my husband to just wait for me, that I'd be home around 9 PM, and that I expected him to be waiting for me naked. What my husband didn't know was that I met no man online, and instead had gone to a hotel bar just a mile or so from our home to pick up and fuck a total stranger. I was wearing a wrap skirt and a tight tee-shirt with nothing underneath so that my nipples could be easily seen were I to become aroused. As it happens, my nipples were rock hard as this story picks up, as I entered an elevator with not one but two men I'd just met—I knew them only as Ray and Max—bound for Ray's room on the third floor. Both were in town on business, and I'm guessing about 5 years younger than me. Though I didn't present myself as such, my obvious openness in my brief discussion with them in the bar had led them to assume that I was a prostitute. As the door to Ray's room closed and locked behind us, Max, the better looking of the two, asked, "Will $200 be good?" I asked, "How much time are you talking about? And what kind of action are you boys interested in?" Max said, "How about an hour, and anything goes?" "Well, anything goes as long as you don't hurt me. My boyfriend is my bodyguard, and he knows where we are, so just be careful and don't leave any marks." I looked at my watch—it was about 8:00 PM and my husband was expecting me home in an hour. Ah, well, he'll just have to wait. "I'll give you until 9:30. That's when my boyfriend will expect me to meet him, and if I don't show up he'll not be happy with any of us. Now if both of you boys finish before 9:30 and don't need any more, then I'll leave. Sound OK?" Ray spoke up, "Sounds fine." He pulled $200 from his wallet and placed the cash on a table near the door. "Let's get to it. Want something else to drink?" "Scotch if you have it—on the rocks." He happened to have some Dewar's, and poured it over ice for me. I sipped at it, and asked, "How would you boys like to start?" Having never been with two men at the same time, my mind was racing with the possibilities of what they would want to do, and I was as ready as I could be to just be stripped and fucked—my nipples ached and my pussy felt very heavy. Max stepped forward, pinched my nipples through my shirt, and said, "You can start by taking off your clothes so we can see you." As I pulled off my tee-shirt I asked, "Do you boys do this often? I mean, do you get together to have sex together with someone else or did this just work out this way?" My shirt was off, and they were admiring my breasts, nice B cups, with nipples hard and erect. Ray said, "We did it once before, actually, with a woman in Houston who just happened to be staying in the same hotel as us. She was also travelling on business like we were, and single, just looking for a good time. She was hitting on Max, and Max was interested obviously but asked her if she wanted to include me in a 3-way. So she took him up on it." I asked, "Max, why did you invite her to do a three-way?" "And leave Ray to go to his room and jerk off? Really, that's none of your business. Take off your skirt." I realized my place, given that I'd let them think I was a whore, so did as he said, then removed my panties so I was naked in front of them. As he began removing his clothes, Max asked, "How long have you been whoring? I've got to say you look nicer and classier than most I've seen." "Not very long actually, only about a couple of months after my boyfriend lost his job. He's OK with it as long as I don't get hurt or anything." Max was now naked, and his dick was pulsing into hardness as I watched. He asked, "Do you have rubbers for us?" I didn't want to use rubbers because I like a bare dick in my cunt—just nastier that way, skin on skin—but realized that it didn't work with my temporary whore persona to not have any, so I asked, "No, don't you?" "No, so I guess you're going to have to go bareback unless you want to get lost and give Ray back his $200." "No, I need the money, so let's get started." And now I really needed to get fucked. So, I got down on my knees in front of Max and went straight to work with my mouth on his dick, while in the background Ray was taking his clothes off. Ray stood next to Max, facing him while I sucked Max's dick, then I turned to look at Ray's—nice, and shaved—and I took my lips from Max and turned them to Ray, who grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and forth, driving his dick into my throat. The first time I thought I was going to gag but that subsided, and it made me incredibly horny to see this unknown man's abdomen moving back and forth from my face as his dick rubbed my lips on its way in and out. I pulled out and turned back to Max, a better looking man but with a smaller penis and unshaved, which I took back into my mouth. After a few seconds, Ray pulled my head from Max but with Max's hard cock still lingering on my lips. Ray then grabbed his own dick and Max's, placing the heads together and in contact—I thought I was going to come right there—then pushed both of their dicks into my mouth. Together they didn't go in very far but I paid attention to both, liberally coating each with my saliva, and being sure to flick my tongue on the sensitive underside of each man's cock. Max then said to Ray, "Let's get on the bed." They both went to the bed and lay down next to each other, naked with hard cocks. Then he said to me, "Suck Ray's dick." I climbed on the bed, and Ray spread his legs slightly so I could get down there, his balls and dick fully exposed to me. I bent forward, grabbed his balls with my right hand and his dick with the left, holding it straight up, then bent forward holding my open mouth inches from him. "Suck him, whore," Max ordered, and I went down on Ray, my head bobbing up and down. "That's good, bitch. That feel good Ray?" "Yeah, pretty damned good," Ray said, while Max watched us and stroked his own dick. "I like to watch her lips on your dick, Ray. And she gets to go home to her boyfriend later and she'll kiss him with the lips that are on your dick now." As Max talked nasty to him, the head of Ray's dick began swelling, and he began pumping his hips, fucking my mouth as if he may come, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me away before he went past the point of no return. His dick, wet with my saliva, twitched slowly and finally stopped—he was going to be good for more. I turned to Max and asked, "What now? I'm ready for whatever you want to do." "Sit on my and fuck me." I got to my knees, straddling him, grabbed his bare cock, and slowly sat on him. After a few weeks of fucking only my slightly-endowed husband, it felt good to have a real dick in me. And that I had never seen this man before an hour ago was doing things to my head I can't even describe. I was so horny and it felt so good I started pumping up and down on him fast and hard. "Slow down, whore! We're not gonna let you finish fast and get out of here without getting our money's worth!" I was a bit frustrated, but sat still on him, feeling him inside of me, while Ray shuffled around in the background, opening a drawer for something I couldn't see. Max asked, "How many guys have you given blow jobs to since you started whoring?" "Ten or fifteen." "Kiss me with your nasty whore mouth." I leaned forward onto my elbows, Max and me belly to belly, and began tongue-kissing him with more fervor than I guessed was typical of a prostitute. He was very responsive, obviously excited by kissing a mouth that had had a number of hard cocks in it. Ray was now on the bed behind me, spreading my butt cheeks with one hand. Not sure what was coming, the next thing I felt was a greasy substance like Vaseline being applied to my asshole. I hadn't been ass-fucked since before I met my husband, and it wasn't particularly satisfying to be honest, but that man had been a bit brutish, not using any lube and not really asking my permission, either. But in this position, I pretty much had given these two guys my permission to do about anything. I asked Ray, "Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" "No, I want you to get off of Max so I can lie down where he is and you can sit on me." I pulled myself off of Max, his hard cock slapping against his belly as it popped from my cunt. His dick was slick with my juice, and I wondered if a typical whore would get that wet without lubing up. Max got off the bed and Ray lay down in the middle of it. His dick was not huge, but bigger than Max's and I got onto him quickly. It felt wonderful, and I started pumping up and down on him reflexively. "Sit on it and stay, then lean forward and kiss me like you did Max. I leaned forward and kissed him as he said, and felt Max getting on the bed behind me, on his knees, my ass in the air as I'd leaned forward to kiss Ray. Max grabbed my right thigh with his hand, then I felt the head of his dick probing for my asshole that Ray had lubed earlier. I wasn't sure I'd like it, but was excited that while I was about to get my ass fucked, a dick was in my cunt at the same time. I'd seen this on movies my husband rented and always wondered what getting DP'ed would feel like. I found out as Max pushed into me, very slowly. As the head pushed its way in, he asked, instead of treating me like a whore, "Is that OK so far?" "Yes, just go slowly." He did, pushing in a bit, then pulling out a bit less, before pushing back in, over and over, until I could feel his dick all the way in me, his pubic hair brushing my butt cheeks. All the while as he pushed himself into my ass, the pressure of Ray's dick in my cunt became much more intense. As Max pumped slowly, the sphincter of my well-lubed asshole relaxed, and it began to actually feel good. Evidently, Ray felt my whole body relax at that point, and he began slowly pushing himself against me. He couldn't move too much, being pinned to the bed by Max and me, but enough that I could feel him moving inside of me. They didn't stay long that way. Ray said to Max, "OK, I want to give her a good fucking." Max pulled out of my ass and got off the bed, then Ray told me to get off of him and lay on the bed. I did, but couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you boys going to do something for me? For my clit?" "What?" Max blurted. "A whore who wants some personal attention? I thought you'd get that from your boyfriend later, since he knows what you're up to and probably likes it, doesn't he?" "Yes, he does like to hear about my tricks, but I don't tell him everything. I'm not doing this just for the money, you know. So, would one of you please help me? Please?" Max lay down next to me, his face next to mine, reached to my clit with a finger on his right hand, and began rubbing—expertly. It felt wonderful. As he rubbed me, Ray got on the bed on the other side of me, on his knees next to my face, and stuck the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked his dick as Max rubbed my clit. I was just about out of control. As I sucked Ray, Max leaned up on his left elbow and placed his mouth next to mine, continuing to rub me. Max opened his mouth and licked his lips. Ray pulled his rock hard cock from my mouth and with a free hand guided it into Max's. I had never seen a man suck another's dick though I had imagined my husband doing it someday at my insistence. Right in front of my face, Ray's dick pushed in and out of Max's mouth, and after a few seconds I became aware again of Max's finger sliding up and down on my wet, engorged clit. It was too much. My body stiffened as I had a tremendous orgasm, my cunt twitching around Max's finger as I never took my eyes off of the man sucking a dick just in front of me. When I was done, Max leaned away from Ray's cock. Ray stood on the floor and pulled my butt to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs and told him to fuck me. He guided his dick into the opening of my cunt, then pushed himself hard into me. While he fucked my orgasm-tightened cunt, Max stood over me on his knees and I took his penis into my mouth. Ray asked, "Are you ready, Max?" "Yeah," and Max moved over on the bed next to Ray as Ray pulled all but the head of his dick out of me. Max pulled on his dick, masturbating while looking at Ray's dick positioned at my cunt. He began to come, and reached around Ray's back for support. Max placed the head of his dick not more than six inches from where I was joined with Ray, and shot his load all over us, about as much of it landing on my pussy lips as landed on Ray's penis and abdomen. When Max was finished, Ray restarted, pumping me furiously. As he began to come, he pulled himself from me and shot his semen on me, most of it catching in my pubic hair, while also decorating my abdomen and my bare outer lips, manicured again for me by my husband for just this evening's occasion. We all caught our breath. Max told me "Thank you. That was a lot of fun." I said, "Likewise. You boys need any more help from me, or can I run?" Ray said, "We're good. You want to take a shower or something before you leave?" "No, I'll get a shower at home, but thanks." I hurriedly got off the bed, pulled on my panties, wrapped the skirt around me and put on my tee-shirt. "Got to go." "You're gonna leave, just like that?" Ray asked. "Yes, that was the deal, remember? You boys don't need anything else, so I'm gone. Thanks" I said as I grabbed the $200 and stepped out the door. I hurried home, and about five minutes later, I walked in the front door. As instructed, my husband was waiting for me naked, but I told him, "I'm already fucked out, and not sure I'm interested any more." "But you said I could fuck you when you got home!" "Oh, OK, I guess a deal's a deal. Lay down on the floor." He did, and I undressed in front of him. As I pulled off my panties, soaked with my juice and Max's and Ray's cum, I handed them to my husband. "If you want to fuck me, suck my panties clean." He hesitated, and I ordered him, "Do it, or you're not getting any pussy!" He wadded my panties up in a ball and stuck them in his mouth, sucking the wetness from them. As he did, his dick got hard—the pervert! I straddled over him and lowered myself onto his dick, which wasn't nearly as satisfying as those that had gone before him not a half hour before. As I sat up and down on him, he pulled the panties from his mouth and looked at me, obviously noticing"my "date's" semen still clinging to my pubic hair. "Did your date come on you there?" "Yes, but only after he'd given me a good long fucking with his big hard dick, and my pussy feels really nice and stretched out. Does my pussy feel all stretched out to you?" "Y—y—yes, it does" he said as he came inside of me. When he was through, I lifted myself from him and ordered him to lie still on the floor. He did so as I pulled my cunt lips apart, draining the semen he'd dumped into me back onto his body. I then lowered myself to my knees and pushed my sopping cunt to his face. He started trying to lick my clit but I told him to keep his mouth shut, and I proceeded to rub my very used crotch over his entire face. It aroused me that the face he presents to the public had been sat and smeared on by a freshly fucked pussy, and that he wasn't the only one that had just fucked it! And he seemed to enjoy it! I couldn't stand it any more. "Lick me," I said, moving my cunt to his mouth. He did what I said, and the one thing he is very good at is cunnilingus. I looked down at him, pinching my own nipples, thinking that my husband had his mouth on a pussy that not only he had fucked, but two other men as well, all in the last hour. It was too much, and it took only a couple of minutes for his mouth to bring me to orgasm, the end of a very satisfying evening. I do love him, and as long as he seems to very much enjoy this game that we're now playing together, I'll be more than happy to continue. October 28, 2002 It's just the day after my fuck date, and I didn't feel particularly sexed up until I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror after drying off. Seeing myself naked, I looked at my crotch and thought "What a nasty slut you were last night," and my mind raced. Max and Ray were strangers to me, yet I opened myself to them; their cocks had felt wonderful inside of me; I remembered watching Max suck Ray's cock right in front of my face as Max brought me to orgasm; they came on me; I felt powerful parading my just-fucked self in front of my husband, who himself was aroused by it and fucked me as well...The memories of last night had made me want more, as soon as possible. It was early afternoon, and my husband, who doesn't like sports on TV all that much, was in another room listening to music and playing guitar. I walked in—naked—and asked, "So you had fun when I got home last night?" He stopped noodling on the guitar and said, "Oh, yeah. That was very nasty. You were sure horny when you got home. I liked that very much, thinking of what a slut you were last night..." "Face it," I told him, "I am a slut, now, it's not just limited to a particular time anymore, and it's your fault for being such a nasty pervert yourself that got this whole thing started." It seemed he was trying to be apologetic, "Well, I, uh, didn't intend..." "No, no, no, don't worry about it. It's been fun for me, and I hope it has been for you so far," and I'd thrown in the "so far" to indicate that there was more to come if he wanted it. "Well, yeah, it has been. To be honest, I like for you to get what you want, and it makes me horny to see you so powerful in a sense, then to just rub it in my face—even literally—is satisfying to me at some level I can't even begin to describe." "Well, get up and come over here." He did, and I directed his hand to my cunt. It was wet. He sort of hummed, and started to poke at it, but I told him, "No, you're going to have to wait for it. We need to do some playing around first." "Do you have something in particular in mind?" he asked. "Sort of. Grab your minivan keys." As he did, I put on—with nothing underneath—a terry and then walked through the door that led from the utility room into the garage, waiting for him there. He soon arrived, and I could see a bulge in his pants. We got into the van, he punched the garage door opener, started the van and backed out onto the street. "Where to?" he asked. "I'm not sure right now, I'm kind of winging this. Some place where guys hang out, so I can open my robe and let guys see me. If you have an idea, you tell me." We just drove for about 15 minutes to another part of town, more than anything to get away from our own neighborhood where we'd be recognized. "How about here?" he said, but I'd already noticed it as having potential. He was pointing at an adult movie and toy center, one of those new, gaudy ones that try to look clean and female-friendly, not a seedy bookstore. And it was huge—the parking lot alone must have been almost an acre. "Looks good. Park in the back of the lot behind all the other cars, facing the door where people walk out." There were about 6 rows of parking spaces, and most of the first two were taken up, so we parked in the middle of the fourth row, our van kind of out there by itself. As instructed, my husband parked facing the door so we could see who walked out. I slipped between the two front seats of the van into the back seat, and opened the sliding door about six inches. "Let's just see what these guys look like, and when we see someone who looks promising, I'll try to get there attention and invite them back here with me. You OK with that?" I asked. Cuckolding Wife Ch. 02 "You, bet!" Pervert! But he's my pervert and I love him. Only a minute later, a guy walked out alone with a black plastic bag of whatever he'd bought in there. He was good looking enough so I said, "That one," and I pulled up my robe and stuck my bare right leg out of the door. The man noticed the movement and looked. He smiled, waved, and proceeded on to his own car—he got in and drove off without giving us another look. Ah well, there'll be more, soon, I hoped. It was several minutes before a couple of guys walked out together, one of them carrying the usual black plastic bag with a dirty movie or a sex toy. "I wonder if they're gay," my husband said, and I replied, "Well, they're good looking enough, and there's only one way to find out." I stuck my leg out but they didn't see me. My husband noticed and tapped the horn to get their attention. It did. They looked, and one of them pointed, and then they talked for a minute or so, before walking over to our van. As they walked up to the van I leaned my head out and asked, "What did you guys get, a movie to watch?" One of them replied, "Yeah, we got a movie we're going to take back to his house and watch with our wives, maybe get them to fuck with each other." "Well, would you like to have something else to tell them about when you get home?" With that, I slid the van door open and as they peered in I parted my robe so that they could see my breasts. "How do they look?" "Nice," the same guy said. "Want to see more?" "Uh, yeah." And I pulled my legs apart so they could see my pussy. "Would you like to get in for a closer look?" Without hesitating or answering they both got in. One sat on either side of me. "What are your names?" "Al," the one who'd been talking said, and, "Mike," said the other. "Al, squeeze my nipples, and Mike, feel my pussy." As they did what I'd told them, I put my hands on their crotches—both were getting hard already. "You don't really want to wait to get home do you? Before you both cum?" They both stammered, so I told them, "Pull down your pants and show me your boners. I want to see them." They both complied. I leaned to my right and with no fanfare put my mouth on Al's hard dick and started going up and down on him. His dick was rock hard as his friend and my husband both watched my mouth going up and down his penis. As he started to pump his hips, I pulled away from him and told him, "Keep it hard. Pull on it while I pay some attention to Mike." I turned to my left and went down on Mike as Al watched and stroked himself. After blowing Mike for about a minute I thought he was about to cum already so I pulled away, and told my husband, "Kiss me." He leaned across from the front seat and stuck his tongue out to meet my open mouth and I said, "Kiss my nasty mouth that's been sucking on these guys' dicks." He did exactly as I said and I could tell by his breathing he was extremely horny. Once I'd determined that, I pulled away and sat back in the seat. I spread my legs and told Mike, "If you want to cum now instead of waiting to get home, you're going to have to do it yourself while the rest of us watch. You want to do that?' "No, I think I'll wait." I turned to Al, "What about you?" "Aw, hell," he muttered and he started stroking his dick while we watched. As we watched him, I spat in my left hand, grabbed Mike's dick with it, and started slowly pulling on him. He did not resist. I looked back to Al, and could tell he was getting ready to cum. "When you cum, lean up and shoot it on me. All over my tits and belly, or wherever you want." He turned where he was facing me and sat up so that he could beat his meat over me. "That's good. Cum on me. I want to watch you shoot your semen all over me while these other guys watch, too," and as I said that he began to groan, breath hard, and stroke himself more slowly. "I'm going to cum," he said, and he shot his load in 6 or 7 different spurts, first on my right nipple, with most of it following on my stomach. With my right hand I squeezed the head of his dick to get the rest of his cum—what came out and off onto my hand, I fed myself, cleaning my hands and fingers of it while everyone watched. I noticed Mike had decided not to wait until he got home and was masturbating furiously. "You going to cum on me, too?" I asked, making it sound as if I would be disappointed if he didn't—and I was so horny and slutty feeling I probably would have been. "Yeah," and he sat up, actually starting to ejaculate before getting a good aim. He shot his first pulse on my left leg, then finished on my cunt hair and lower abdomen. It was actually a very nasty looking mess. I cleaned him up with my left hand, and then licked and swallowed what was on my hand as they all watched. Al had already pulled up and zippered his pants, and I watched as Mike did the same. Al slid the van door open and got out, saying only, "Thanks that was fun" before walking away toward his car. Mike got his pants up, slid past me in the seat and jumped out of the van. "Thanks" was all he said before running of to their car. I remained on the back seat, my robe and legs both parted so my husband could see me. At about that time, a woman walked up to the driver's door of the van—she worked at the video store. She said, "Looks like you've been having some fun, and I wish I could be in your place. Unfortunately, my boss saw what was going on out here—or at least what he thought was going on—in that security cam up there," nodding at its location on the corner of the building. "We don't need the cops around, so you two are going to have to take this somewhere else." My husband looked kind of embarrassed, and said "Sorry, we will," and started the van. I told her, "Sorry if we caused you any problems. This was actually his—my husband's—idea. He's a real pervert and likes to see me pleasure other men." "Wow, cool!" she said. I said to my husband loudly enough that she could hear, "Let's go home so you can lick those guys' cum off of me. If you do a good job I might let you fuck me." As my husband drove home, I never closed my robe, just sat there exposed with Al's and Mike's cum on my body, pooled up and sticking in my pubic hair. He drove in the garage and closed the garage door behind us. We got out of the van. I pulled off my robe, sat in a chair and spread my legs. "Look at all this nasty semen on me. Do you like seeing me like this?" "Yes, you know I do." "Take off your clothes." They were off in a few seconds. "Get down on your knees and clean that semen off of my pussy." He did as I said, his dick hard as a rock. "Lick me." He did, with enthsiasm. I pulled away from him and lay down on the floor. He drove his tongue and mouth back to my cunt, sucking my clit as if it were a small penis. I had a powerful orgasm on his mouth. "Fuck me." He did. He was lasting much longer then usual, so I told him, "Pull your dick out and jack off on me like those nasty guys did." He did.