36 comments/ 124048 views/ 43 favorites Beth Unbridled By: d_p_sweetie I was with my wife at a café in Seattle. Beth is a gorgeous brunette --5' 11" --with a real broad, pronounced set of hips that curve into a round, firm ass. She keeps her pussy waxed smooth, and when she's hot it starts dripping juices that look like some rich sugar sap, leaking in little beads from the pronounced pouch of flesh. It always reminds me of some exotic fruit, the way it drips its juices when she's ripe. Today she wore a pair of stretch pants that clung to every inch of her luscious legs. There was no hiding her sexy cameltoe, as the flesh was just so thick there. She never wore panties under stretch pants because she was self-conscious about the pantyline. The only time I said anything about it she said, "But, honey, it'd be like walking around town in my panties if they could see the pantyline! You don't want a bunch of strangers to what kind of panties I'm wearing, do you?" The way she said it made it hard to argue but, without the pantyline, it was actually like she was walking around buck naked from the waist down. At least, in the imagination of every man whose path she crossed. Truth be told, I had gotten used to this and even thought it was sexy, the way she paraded her sexy body around. And really, she was just keeping up with the trends, as every young woman in Seattle had begun to sport stretch pants again. She wore a loose cotton top and had elected to go without a bra today. Her tits were firm but yielding, with nipples that grew very thick and engorged when she was turned on. Regretfully, sex between us had become incredibly mundane. I always suspected Beth was secretly horny --all the time. Something in her smile, her over-polite behavior with strange men (that we would somehow just always seem to meet) made me jealous. If I asked her about it she would just treat me like I was a pervert for even thinking that she would cheat on me. "Honey, I can't help it if someone is attractive. Sometimes people just react to other people certain ways. It's not a big deal..." She made it feel like I was stuck in a childish half-understanding of adult sexuality. My insecurities around Beth's attraction to other men came to a head a year or so ago, when I admitted to her that, for the last five years of our marriage, the predominate theme in my fantasy life is of her completely unbridled and independent, sexually. I told Beth about how I imagine her speared by the enormous cock of the black guy she introduced me to from her office, or the rugged cowboy in a RAM truck stopped in front of us a couple days before at a busy railroad crossing. Anytime I saw her eyes linger on someone, I told her, it's like they are in my head forever after, fucking my wife into wanton orgasm as I watch.. I see images of her leaning her weight on me while she's being fucked, asking me if it's okay that she gets fucked by someone while I nod and reassure her, pat her back while a man, or a line of men, rams her into me over and over again spearing her with their swollen cocks. We were waiting at the back of a long line to order our espresso, in front of a good-looking, well-dressed man in his 40s. About 6'3", compared to my 5'9" frame. Beth always made out like my height was no big deal, even though she was taller than me, but I could tell she was drawn to him. I knew her body just felt his presence and could not deny that it felt really good. Her chest was heaving shallow and rapid, and she kept kind of turning in place nervously, eyeing him and then quickly turning back and pointing out the architecture of the café to me to keep my thoughts occupied. Eventually she caught him looking her way, turned and looked him in the eye. "Hi," she said, with no other explanation, but staring into his eyes with an expectant emerald smile. "Excuse me?" he said "My name's Beth," my wife told the stranger. ""I'm David," he said, reaching out his hand. She took it in hers and slowly, very slowly, squeezed it instead of shaking it, bringing her other hand to rest on top, as if to keep him from pulling his hand away. She licked her lips. "Wonderful to meet you," she giggled teasingly, although though nobody had done or said anything funny. She looked at me from the corner of her eye. She slid both her hands over and off of the stranger's hands --almost but not quite caressing them. "Mmmm... I just love that musky smell you're wearing. What is it?" It was as if I wasn't there. Looking politely surprised, he answered, "Huh-- I'm actually not wearing anything." His smile was friendly and his demeanor polite. "Oh, I don't believe you!" she playfully smacked the stranger on the chest, letting her hand linger a moment, looking up into his eyes, "--It's so potent it's just intoxicating," her hand seemed to want to cling to his left pec as it slid off his chest, "I swear, from the moment you walked up behind us I started feeling all warm and tingly inside," She smiled innocently at him as she moved her hands together down just below her belly and made an overt demonstration of squeezing her knees and upper thighs together. This made her ass clench into an ultra-tight bubble and wiggle in place as she flexed. A young man in line began staring at her undulating cheeks, looking all the firmer for the black fabric stretched tautly across them. The kid looked guiltily up at me and, noticing my nonchalant acceptance of her flirtation, decided I wouldn't mind if he ogled her a bit more. His eyes pretty much stayed glued to her ass. I noticed down the line from us an old guy in his 50s was watching Beth's tits with utmost focus, licking his lips and rocking back and forth on his heels. Beth only had eyes for David. She acted totally unaware of the attention she was getting. She pretty much pretended I wasn't there, too --kind of physically edged me out with her body language, directing all of her energy at David. She smiled from beneath her dark lashes with big, bright eyes. Her full lips framed a wide sexy grin that looked both innocent and hungry at the same time. Twisting on her heels, her cameltoe was on prominent display as her hips rolled suggestively from side to side. She smiled proudly at him, as if she was a little girl in show and tell, as if to say, "Look at my big cameltoe, Mister! Do you like it?" And she moved with such deliberation it was as if she massaged herself on the man's very energy. At one point he leaned in close to her and spoke too quietly for me to hear, looking her squarely in the eyes and actually bringing his right hand to her left shoulder and stroking it down the length of her arm to cradle her elbow. I could tell that his fingertips must have been grazing the curve of her breast. He flashed a lustful smile at her as he let go and she giggled uncontrollably. I looked at some of the flyers on the bulletin board alongside our current place in line --I wanted to show her I was too confident to be bothered or teased by her flirtatious nature. I had already expressed my dissatisfaction with a couple of harsh looks, but I wasn't going to lower myself any further than that. We were both adults, I figured. She playfully challenged him, "I still can't believe you're not wearing cologne --You simply CAN'T smell that good au naturále!" Then she addressed me without turning any attention from David, "Honey, doesn't he smell good? This is my husband, Larry." He stuck out his hand and I shook it politely but perhaps somewhat curtly. "Can't smell a thing," I muttered and tried to focus on the flyers again, but was foiled by more overt flirtation. She reached out and grabbed him by the hand, and brought his wrist up to her face to smell it, sniffing like a little kitten and holding her fingers around his. She looked up from her sniffing to smile seductively at him, "hmmmm... No. but wait..." as if deciding she needed more evidence, she pulled herself by his hand to lean further into his space, holding his hand against her chest now as she leaned in and smelled under his earlobe. At one point it appeared to me she was almost nuzzling his neck with her nose. What was worse, she was very obviously mashing his hand up against her full breasts, practically flattening the one against which it laid. As she sniffed his neck she rubbed his hand around her chest, as if inadvertently. As if this was totally normal behavior between strangers. Her nipples had engorged themselves into large nubs the size of pencil erasers. I could see very clearly that his hand had opened up now to actually cup her breast. She whispered something into his ear and they both looked at me. She giggled and smiled and looked back up into his eyes, licking her lips. "Why don't you join us, David? Larry, we'll find somewhere to get comfortable while you get our drinks for us. What are you having, David?" she finally dropped his hand from her chest, but still held it in hers. He told me to get him a mint mocha, and let her lead him away. I watched her go with eyes bugging out of my head. Her ass swung back forth in the sexy stretch pants, holding the hand of some man neither of us knew, walking unconcernedly away from me. She was riveted to him, smiling with such delight and hanging on his every word. I couldn't believe this was happening, and much less could I believe that I could think of no way to stop it. We had gone out together for a relaxing Sunday coffee and she was hitting on some absolute stranger -- actually inviting him to join us. She had already allowed him -- well, pretty much forced him --to feel her tits, and right in front of me. She was never this overt with her flirtations, and I worried were it would lead. I knew I should say something, but I didn't want to have a fight if it could be avoided. I figured I would play it cool and see where it ended up, then talk to her about it later if I was still uncomfortable. What I saw when I arrived shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it did. They were squished up against one another on a loveseat in front of a small coffee table. Her breasts were squeezed between her arms, looking even more gigantic than I knew they actually were, and her nipples were standing at complete attention for her new friend. Her hands were trapped between her thighs, which were pressing so tightly against David's there was a foot of loveseat space left on the other side of her. There wasn't another chair within ten feet of the loveseat, so I had to drag one away from an empty table to join them. They thanked me for the drinks but continued on with their conversation. I noticed the local weekly, the Stranger, was open on the coffee table, and they were both looking at an article about the newspaper's annual 'Hump' event -- which was an amateur pornography contest. "Well, I haven't ever been in one but I've definitely watched my share of them. And you? A figure like yours, I imagine you could have a leading role if you wanted—" "Oh, stop," she giggled and smiled at me as she leaned her shoulder harder into his on the loveseat. "Larry, can you believe him? "She looked back to David and said, huskily, "now honestly, David, you can't tell me that, with all of the perfect models in pornography today, you would actually want to look at these old things?" She reached up from her lap to lift and squeeze both her tits in her hands for him, rolling them around so the nipples pointed this way and that from beneath the cotton top. David watched, licking his lips, for what seemed like forever, then looked up and into her eyes and said in a low growl, "mmmm.... I don't know, I think I'd have to see you with your shirt off to be sure!" She let go of her swollen orbs, laughed and smacked his thigh with her right hand, rubbing it back and forth while she cooed, "OOOOh, you're a bad boy! Don't you know my husband's right over there?" As they both looked tauntingly over my way her hand worked itself higher up on his thigh and I saw her generously squeeze his crotch. I was so shocked I couldn't elicit a response --indeed, I could hardly register the unbelievable thing my wife had just said. I just watched, and I think they watched me watch, with these matching grins of delight, as she groped in his lap, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her squirming her thighs tightly together, the way you would rub your hands together in eager anticipation of something. He put his arm around her on the love seat and, though she stopped squeezing it, she let her hand rest in his crotch. "Larry," she said, leaning her head against David's shoulder, "Can I keep him?" she smiled at me as if it was all just a pleasant joke in polite company, "Pleeeease?" "Beth..." I started to say, though I still had no idea how to address the situation, "I --" She raised her head up again, looking at David, and then to me, as if she'd just been struck with some kind of brilliant idea, "I have the PERfect idea." I was silenced by her exclamation. She moved her hand in David's lap, grabbing his hand and, to my ever-diminishing surprise pulling it into her own. While she brought it over, though, she parted her thighs a little, and when she wedged David's hand between them she squeezed them tight again, trapping it against her. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I started getting hard, watching my own wife press another man's fingers into her pussy. As if to distract my attention from the scene, she leaned across her lap, "Larry, weren't you saying on the way here how nice it would be to take a dip in the hot tub today?" She looked up at David and smiled like they were already lost in the hot tub's steam, "It's so nice to feel the fresh snowflakes melting on your skin." He smiled and I swore I could see his arm moving up and down in her lap. "Sounds great," he said, and looked to me, smiling like a friendly neighbor. "I don't know," I said, " It does sound good, only..." I looked at her, pleading for mercy, but I have to admit, a part of me was almost high from the absurdly sexual behavior of my wife. I couldn't say no. I don't know how to describe it. I was powerless. "Well that's settled," she said, leaping up and dragging David behind her. Honey, I'll ride with David so he can find our place okay. She stopped in front of me as she led David from the loveseat, holding his hand in both of hers, but behind her back, so it kept bumping into her ass as they walked. I was sure she was rubbing it back and forth across her voluptuous bubble but as she pecked me on the lips. She looked down into my eyes and said, "Thanks honey, I love you." They walked away without me, and I was still getting my coat and slowly coming to accept that, A-- my wife was riding to our house, right now with a man she'd just met, probably fondling him and being fondled by him the whole way there (and god knows what else), and B-- I was actually beginning to feel more turned on than I was jealous -- though it would be dishonest to pretend that I wasn't a bit of both. *** I arrived at the house ahead of them, and made myself a stiff drink. The snow was still falling lightly outside, and I looked out at the hot tub, wondering just how far my wife was going to push this flirtation with another man, and whether our marriage would survive if she kept going much further along the path on which she'd set out. I didn't have to wait long before they came laughing through the door, my wife backing in first, with David gripping her hips and holding them against his own as they stumbled in. She looked happy to see me. "Oh, Larry! Good. I think I'm too excited to get into my bikini. I'm going to skinny dip today," she said, smiling at David for effect before looking back my way. "Why don't you make us all some hot-buttered rums. I have some mix made up in the freezer." Then she dipped her fingers into the waistband of his pants, laughing deeply as she pulled them from his stomach a little, "Ho-Ho, now you don't need a pair of swimtrunks, do you David?" she asked. Stark curiosity and sexual fascination were winning over my urge to control my wife. "Sure," he said, and followed her outside the glass doors from the oversized kitchen to our back porch, where she was bending over the hot tub and taking off the cover. I opened the kitchen window to the back yard so I could hear as well as see them. I pulled the buttered-rum mix out of the freezer and put a tea kettle on, and watched my wife and David out the window. She was still bent over the hot tub, making eyes at David behind her while she pumped her weight from thigh to thigh, wiggling her curvy ass at him. "See anything you like?" She asked. He walked up behind her and she stayed bent over but craned her neck to look up at him. He planted both of his hands on her ass and massaged the globes while she closed her eyes and kept swaying it from side to side. I watched for what felt like an eternity, and she returned to a standing position. "I hope you're not bashful, David," she said coquettishly as she faced him and lifted her top above her head. Her naked breasts pointed out at the man we had just met 20 minutes ago, nipples poking like stubby antennas and a girlish smile on her face. She planted her hands behind her, pushing on her ass to arch her back and make them stand out even more. "Your nipples are so thick!" he complimented as he approached her and held his hand out to one. She giggled at him as she leaned and twisted at the waist to rub her tits both across his open hand, dragging the nipples on his fingertips. "Mmm... it must be the cold air," she said, pretending nothing sexual was going on as she let a complete stranger fondle her naked breasts in clear view. She looked at me in the kitchen window and added "They get so hard when it's cold out." I couldn't believe what was happening. My wife had always been flirty, and on a very few occasions she had done a little dirty dancing with a man or two when we were having a really hot night on the town, but this was taking things to an unprecedented level. Was she going to fuck him? Beth smiled up at David like a kid on Santa's lap, and stood there still brushing her beautiful tits against his open palms. She looked me in the eye with a knowing smile and asked him, "How about you help me get these stretch pants off, David?" David kneeled, looking up at her big, perky tits pointing out above him. He reached behind her and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her mound against his mouth, tonguing and kissing it, sucking her camel lips through the fabric of her black stretch pants. "Mmmmm..." she moaned, her eyes closed and her smile relaxed, "Oh, David, you feel so good..." he pulled the front of her stretch pants down until her dripping cuntlips were visible to both of us, and leaned in and sucked one, and then the other into his mouth as he rolled his hands around the fabric to her backside, pulling the stretch pants down there, too and exposing her ass. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling --her stretch pants curled down around her hips, a strange man's face buried in her cunt, her tits naked and aroused-- "Oooooo..." she cooed, and held him by the back of his head as he sucked on her pussy lips, meanwhile pulling the stretch pants down around her long, firm and shapely legs. "Honey, look at how David licks and sucks my pussy. Isn't he aMAZing? Maybe he could give you some ti-ii-ahhhpp—ppsss—aahh.... oooooooo....sooo... goooooood—" My wife was lost in pleasure, but still smiling at me as she stepped out of the stretch pants now laying at her ankles, her hips swaying and pushing into David's face, eagerly lapping away at Beth's juices. "uhnh...huh...hhunnn.... mmmmm... oo--ahh—yeah, that's—oh, yeah—just like.. UNHH! Fuck! David! Oh!GOD! I'M! CUUUUUMMIIIIIIIING!!!" Jesus Christ. What was wrong with me? I was just standing there in our kitchen, watching my naked wife's pussy drool sticky juices all over this man's face and down her thighs. She wobbled on her long legs like a newborn fawn, her stomach and pussy clenching and releasing desperately. I think if it wasn't for David's hands kneading her generous asscheeks she might have fallen down, as she moaned and gasped the last throes of her orgasm out of her body. Eventually she bent half over, her plump breasts resting atop David's head. Beth Unbridled Watching Beth play this way with another man was making me incredibly horny, as I'd always fantasized that it would, but I felt had to say something to preserve self-respect -- I mean, this was my wife! I walked out loudly onto the porch and said decisively, "Alright, what the fuck is going on?" Beth leaned forward, her naked tits engorged with gooseflesh from the cold air, swinging freely, and apologized to David, "David, I'm sorry" She stood back up, looking at me with understanding, "I should have warned you, he gets jealous over every little thing." "He just ATE YOU OUT!" I said, "I think I have something to be jealous about." "But honey, isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you've been telling me you fantasize about for the last year since you admitted it to me?" "I-" "Don't you think your naughty wife is sexy, letting a strange, handsome man eat her pussy in front of you? Isn't that why you have such a hard-on?" at this she giggled and looked down on David again. He looked at her, ignoring my presence and wiping some of her juices from his mouth, "I can't believe how fast you came!" "I KNOW!" she exclaimed, "Wasn't it amAZing, honey?" she looked up and asked me, then looked back to David, explaining, "Larry has NEVER licked my pussy that good." "Beth-?" I was surprised. Now she was verbally insulting me? I was letting her do whatever she wanted! How could she be so cruel? "Oh shush, silly. It's just the truth. Everybody has different talents," she spoke to me as if I were a child. "You know I'm doing this for you, right?" The teapot was whistling. She looked to David, smiling hungrily as she eyed him up and down, "Honey, go mix up our buttered rums and you can join us in the hot tub, kay?" she said like it were a mundane request, like maybe that I do the dishes when it was her night or something. I went in to stop the teapot. I didn't intend to mix the buttered rums. I thought I was at my wit's end. But as I lifted the teapot from the burner, I saw my wife stand David up and kiss him on the mouth, her naked body melting against him, his hands massaging down the flesh of her back to rub across her ass. She stabbed into his mouth with her tongue, and retreated to play with his as it reached into her mouth. They broke and she rested her forehead against his, her hair falling across to partially conceal their faces from me. Her hand was rubbing and grasping at his crotch, her expression becoming more urgent. Her voice changed as she started talking dirty to him --growling and snapping the words, just loud enough for me to hear in the kitchen. "Ooooh yeah," she smashed her lips against his briefly, clumsily, their foreheads still joined. She had a firm hold on his cock through his pants, jacking him. Their breath was audible, ragged "I'm gonna suck this cockmmm"smashing and smacking their lips together again and again, she kissed on him as he massaged her ass with one hand, her breast with another, "And then You're gonna stuff it in my—smakk—hungry little—mwah—pussy..unnh...mmmm...and I'm gonna ride you until you mmm... cum... and uhhhhnn... and cum... mmm ohhhh.. and... uhhh... mmmm..." She finally stopped their kissing and backed into the hot tub, beckoning him naughtily with a crooked finger. "Time.. to get... wet.." she accentuated the words with her broad hips each step back and down into the hot tub. Now she was standing all the way in, steam rising around her voluptuous body. She reached out for his belt as he approached the edge of the tub, still standing on the deck. I started mixing up the buttered rums as I watched her unzip his fly. There was nothing I could do. He was taking off his shirt, revealing a perfect set of abs, and she pulled his pants down around his ankles. Everything she said was true. I had fantasized about this over and over, and had told her about it. She was giving me what I'd asked for, and the part of her I always felt she tried to hide was rising unashamedly to the fore. I wanted to watch what happened. I wanted to see her get stuffed with his cock, moan and writhe against another man's flesh. I watched, transfixed, as she pulled his boxers down from the waistband, her face close enough that, when the elastic snapped around the head of his erection, it sprang out and smacked her across the cheek. She looked lustfully up at him, letting it rest there, rubbing her cheek against his flesh. He stepped out of his boxers with a hand on her head, holding her face against his prick, sticky with precome. She climbed up on the hot tub seat to get a better angle on his cock, her wet butt in the air as he sat down at the hot tub's edge. His dick was longer and ticker than mine. Her eyes were ogling it as if she had won a prize. She looked over at me and winked before she grabbed hold of his cock and brought the head to her lips. Looking up at him with her bright emerald eyes, she licked up the bead of precum, "Mmmm... you taste so good, David," My wife stuck out her tongue as far as she could, and sheathed the underside of his shaft with it, then opened her mouth even wider and dove down to swallow as much of his meat as she could fit. At this point I got so horny I couldn't be mad anymore. I didn't know how I would feel afterward, but as I stirred the rum into our drinks I wanted nothing more than to be as close to the action as she would let me. It was like the goddess in her was coming out. I brought our drinks out and stripped. She looked up at me as she slurped away at David's shaft, exclaiming exuberantly, "MMMMMFFFHH—HHMMMMMFHH". David sat with his head rolled back and his eyes closed, absently fondling one of her breasts as she sucked and slurped in his lap, holding his balls in one hand and splaying her fingers across his chest with the other. I felt like my world was coming apart at the seams, but at the same time it was enthralling and totally exhilarating. I watched her wet ass bob up and down against the surface of the hot tub's steamy water, splishing and splashing as she grinned and looked from David to myself again, smacking her lips when she came up for breath, humming and cooing on his cock as she settled her mouth down on it again in a wide 'O' shape. She smiled up at me as if we were collaborators, as if we were finally on the same wavelength, as she pulled his dick out of her mouth again, laughing stupidly and breathing hard as she slapped it over and over again against her mouth, swollen and hard, throbbing and smacking against her soft, wet flesh. Sucking at the ridge along the bottom of David's meat, sliding her lips up and down and then suckling at the tip, jacking it off with one hand while bringing the other between her own legs, I could see her fingers spread her juicy vulva apart and wiggle in place as David began convulsing his muscles. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, sucking air trough his teeth, "Oh fuck, Beth, oh god I'm gonna... Uhnn... I'm ahhhh... oh yeah, right there—OHWAOOAHH YEAHHH!" He started growling loudly and she gulped in surprise, and opened her eyes wide as the first load of his cum hit the back of her throat, some of it spooging out the corner of her mouth. She pulled it out to aim a blast at her face, eyes closed and open-mouthed with delight. Then she splashed around as she stood up, and milked his cock against her titties, spanking them with it and jacking it off at the same time as rope after rope shot out at her, now dangling from her lips, "Ohhhhh", she squealed, and splattering across her chest, "Mmmm.. Larry, look at how much CUM he has!" her eager, youthful excitement made it seem all the more erotic, as a spurt splashed into one of her eyes, and drooled down her cheek to the corner of her mouth, mingling with some of the first couple blasts that she hadn't swallowed down entirely. He was still bucking, so she aimed it at her open mouth, looking up at him, and then to me, her beautiful face plastered in his cum, as she caught shorter and shorter blasts of his salty cream, smacking her lips and squealing with each shot, "Ooooh, David you cum like a pornstar, don't you," she laid him back, the shit-eatingest grin I've ever seen on his face as the his head thunked softly against the deck, resting in temporary exhaustion and laughing gently. She ran her hands up his body and caressed his chest while she went to work slurping up all the cum on his softening cock, pinching his nipples and rocking her hips back and forth in the water like a cat in heat. She was definitely ready for more, but when I put my hand on my wife's pussy she ground against it for just a second and then, turning to look at me, she said, "No honey, I want this to be just me and David right now. He still hasn't fucked me yet, and I don't want you to ruin the feeling we've had so far," she spoke in a tone of earnest, sympathetic apology. "Besides," her tone became playful, her tongue and lips stretching out the words, "I need to focus on getting this big old dick of his", she wiggled it playfully in her hand and looked into David's eyes for effect, "All throbbing and hard again." Her eyes smoldered at him and she drew him down into the tub with us, straddling his lap and draping her arms around his neck as she restlessly kissed him and mashed her tits against him. "Mm... yeaaah... I can't wait to feel.. ooommhh... your mm... maahh.. BIG--" she thrust her pelvis into his to enunciate each word-- "FAT -- COCK in me!" I jerked off while I watched her strong, sensual back rise up and down in his lap, grinding him into another erection. His hands lifted her up high enough every now and then so I could see he had them all the way around her ass and spreading her pussy open to play with it. I always found my wife to be sexy and beautiful, but never had I seen her so powerfully attractive as she was undulating on David's lap, naked and irrevocably aroused, lashing her tongue desperately against his --a man we'd only known since this morning --a man who she wanted only for his body --because, like an animal, she couldn't resist the effect of his pheromones. She had been writhing in place from the moment she smelled him in that café this morning, probably imagining then a scene in her head not unlike the one playing out before me now. And I had set the stage when I had told her over a year ago how often I fantasized about her taking another man's cock inside her --of holding her while another man fucked her with his big dick. At one point she looked over her shoulder at me, smirking as she watched me pulling on my own dick, her back rising and falling against David in serpentine undulation --clinging desperately to him, her tits mashing in his throat, her hips convulsing back and forth on his hands, and she said, "Oooohhh, Larry... I think he's almost ready to fuck me now... It won't be long, baby," She licked her lips and started rocking harder and wilder against him, spitting words through clenched teeth, "Ohnnyneaahnhh David! NNyeaAH! your DICK is SO BIG and HARD! MMmmmnnnNNyeaaH!!," Her eyes closed, jaws chewing the steam and sky in pleasure as she ground her pussy against his lap, she told him, "Oh god I can't wait for you to stick your fucking cock in me!" She stood up from his lap and turned around, leaning forward so her hair dangled in front of her face --her eyes glazed over, looking back at her new lover and whimpering, "Do it, baby! Fuck my pussy, pleeease..." I could have reach out and touch her firm, wet tits now, but I found it was even hotter to just watch them dangling in front of me, swinging carelessly from side to side. She backed her ass up, rolling it up and down in the air, "FUCK me David," she grunted, gnashing her teeth at him like a wild animal, chewing on her words again, "Shoveyourfuckingcockinmyfuckingpussyyoufucker," He stood behind her, placing one hand on the wet meat of her hip, which floated in eager anticipation. With his free hand David spanked and rubbed his cock against my wife's swollen, waiting pussylips. She twitched back, lifting her hips up and down, backing against it and retreating until --finally, with an expectant hush that was almost tangible, my wife closed her eyes and gasped, takng his thick, hard pole into her pussy. "OHHHHhh GAWWDitsbig," She exhaled as David's body pressed her into me, her cheek resting against my mouth. He quickly began pounding his meat ferociously into her swollen mound from behind. I was jerking off in a fury, watching her body squirm and bounce as my wife let another man spear her over and over again with his thick, swollen rod. "ooh.. ooohh hyeah oh FUCK me david, yeah.. ff..fff. fuck -k -kk.. Yeah... fuck me HAR-R-RDD-D-D!!" She raised her hands to clasp lazily behind my neck, as her tits slapped against my chest like bumpers. Her hips slammed her ass back to meet his thrusts --engorging her snatch on his throbbing flesh. Her head rocked back in abandon, expression alternating between smirks and scowls and ecstatic oohs and aaahs... Her long wet hair swayed back and forth on the surface of the water in strands as those emerald eyes I adore opened and smiled mirthfully at me, "Oh god, Larry" She laughed between breaths as she ground on David's pole, "Unh- His dick feels uhfkk.. SOOOOO.. unh... GOOOOD!" she lunged forward again and sped up to bounce her ass back against him for a few quick thrusts, moaning, "ooooh yeahhhhh fuUck yeah just like that ummmmhhh.." she lowered her head to rest on my shoulder as she twisted her ass around on him, the curves of her firm, wet flesh gleaming in the light reflecting off the water. Snowflakes melted on her back as David's strong hands ran up and down her spine and her ribs. I was entranced watching the way her ass cheeks smooshed every time the firm mounds pushed up against David's hips. Soon she was pinned tighter against me, her tits and stomach slapping roughly against my body as her breathing grew more and more ragged. She whispered in my ear between breaths, "this is what you.. uhhnnhh.. wanted, Larry.. hnnfff... ummm. Honey... uhnnh.. isn't it... hhhhhh.." I jerked off furiously to the sight David's cock peeking in and out from between the round humps of her curvy ass, and felt my seed begin to rise in the beginning of orgasm, " oooooo... I'm taking another mmmm...m-man's... ahhhhh... cock... in me..." I stood up in the hottub so I could aim my seed at Beth's face, her hands now planted on my knees. I wanted to spray it all over her while she got fucked. She bit her lower lip, then gasped, as my first rope of cum landed on it. She looked at me as I kept shooting hot salty strings on her face and tits "Well, uhmmmnnhh....Now you know.... for... uhhhnnh... sure, Larry." Her tongue licked wildly around her lips to taste the semen that landed there. Strings of gooey come were dangling from her chin and landing to tangle in her wet hair, as she smiled devilishly into my eyes, mouth opening and closing in surprise as David started thrusting harder than ever into her hungry cunt, "Now you know I'm... ooooohh... aaaaahhh.." she reached back with one hand to grab his ass and pull him harder into her, snapping her head back to him a second, " Ohh YEaAH! Like THAT!" she looked back to me agian, "now.. you know your.. wife... is... a... fucking... s-... s-slut-t-t..mmmmmmmmmmm—oohhhhh... god it's... so good..." Now her face was grimacing in ecstasy, "Larry..." She looked sincerely into my eyes, "Honey, I've never... felt like... this..." the look was like gratitude but also apology, "soooo gooooddd! GOD... it's so... deep inSIDE me..." "Tell him you what you were thinking," David hissed in her ear, and she smiled, "at the café, in line," He started poinding into her like a jackhammer, causing her to her stammer. "OOOooohhh... " She looked at me, "I wanted... to ...f-fu-uuuck-k him.... unhh.. from the .. moment.. I .. saw.. him , Larry... It was... all I could think.. about unnggghhhyessssss!" "You want to fuck every good-looking man you see, don't you." He yanked her hair back as he urged her on, hammering harder into her asscheeks. "Yes" she gasped, backing harder against David as she did, "All.. of ... ff-f-f- fuck... All... of them, Larry... I WANT-t th-them a-a-ALL..." she moaned, standing up and arching her back so her tits splayed out, swinging in the air as he let go of her hairand began pulling her hips into his again. "Tell your husband you need their cocks! Tell him what a slut you are!" he her her up against him by her belly while his other hand reached down to diddle her clit. Istroked my cock into hardness again as I watched. "Yes, I'm a HORNY FUCKING SLUT," she ground down on him, clearly loving the force he was using, "AHHH! OHH FUCK! and I NEED these men's COCKS, Larry!" She squeezed her knees together and backed up hard on his cock, impaled deeper inside her than I had ever been, " AHHHHHHH OHHH FUCCKK SHITT DAVID GOD IIIIII"MMM CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!" she threw her arms backward around his neck and kissed clumsily at his mouth as she rolled her hips spasmodically around the throbbing meat lodged inside of them. My hand worked my cock furiously. He pulled her back with him, as he sat down on the edge of the deck, her thighs still convulsing in orgasm, her arms still cling to his neck behind her. Her breasts were heaving as he grabbed her by the hips and started throwing her down on his cock. Which was angry and pulsing, ready to burst, "Oh fuck, baby," he told her, "Almost there," he kissed her mouth as they fucked. She looked so gorgeous, her naked frame slamming against his, in wild abandon --heedless of her role as my wife, caring only for her own pleasure, her own animal release. "COME IN MY PUSSY!!!" She whispered against his mouth, "I want to feel it inside me..." "OHHHH... FUCK.. UNH... UNH... I'M CUMMING!!" He growled and grunted and she smiled in serene ecstasy, as his hips convulsed against hers, his hands gripping her flesh, pulling her into him. Beth's pussy squeezed and milked his cock with a ferocity I'd never noticed in her. Like she had just been playing along all the times with me. Like this was one of the only moments I'd ever seen her truly alive. When he stopped thrusting, they kissed tenderly for a moment, smiling at each other like young lovers. She stood up on unsteady legs and I saw David's thick gobs of cum start to drip out of my wife's twat. She put her fingers over her labia, savoring the feeling as she smooshed the sticky creme around on her flesh, and looked up at me, shrugging nonchalantly. "Sorry, Larry," she smiled awkwardly, "Guess I got a little carried away," She looked down at her cum-slicked pussy and then back up at me, lifting her fingers to her lips and sucking absentmindedly. Then she laid down next to David on the deck, their legs dangling in the hot tub, holding him and gently kissing his lips, "I'm so glad you decided to come hot tubbing with us," she teased to against his mouth, looking into his eyes like he was the most amazing man she'd ever met. "We're definitely going to have to do this again." And they kissed earnestly, passionately as I watched from the other side of the hot tub, jerking off. I wondered if she would be satisfied with me afterwards, now that David had made her cum like this. I wondered if she would remain satisfied with him for long? Hell, no matter how much bigger his dick was than mine, half of her excitement had to be due to the newness of the situation, the unfamiliarity of his body --of his presence. I wondered, how many more men would my wife need to bring home, to remain anywhere near as fulfilled as she was right now? How many strangers would she enlist to stuff their meat in her beautiful, hungry pussy? I came all over again at the thought.