30 comments/ 141886 views/ 61 favorites Curious Wife: A Night Out By: Curiouswife1986 A Simmering Preparation The hot water consumes me as I lower myself into the warm suds. I take a few deep breaths as my body temperature rises up to match the heat of the water. I stretch my arms and legs out and relax. I think about what my evening has in store for me. In just another hour my husband Jason will be dropping me off for a ladies night with some coworkers - or so he thinks. No one will be meeting me tonight. I have gotten into the habit of just going out by myself. I typically arrive and scout out a few cute guys to talk to. I like to flirt a bit and have some drinks bought for me. You know, it is amazing how just the right placement of my hands on a man's arm or leg translates into a free shot or mixed drink. That is something I never really took advantage of in my college days. If no one at the bar is cute, all I need to do is make my way to the dance floor and move my hips just right. It never takes long for the men to gather like sharks around chum. After a bit of fun, Jason comes and picks me up and I am back home safe and sound. As I lay in the tub I can feel myself get excited for the night ahead. I miss the thrill of the chase and these young men make me feel hunted after again. My heart races and I feel so alive. I love my husband very much, and there is nothing I would do to hurt him, but the chase is over. That's the unfortunate thing about marriage. Eventually it becomes harder and harder to keep the interest level up. I remember when all my husband would have to do was touch the inside my hip bone and I would feel myself start to get wet. I would work my hand on the outside of his gym shorts and feel him getting hard against my hand. Just knowing that I was able to make him hard like that made me feel like such a powerful woman. It made me feel so sexy. But things get routine. Those actions don't have the same reactions. I find myself going through the motions just to keep my husband happy. I no longer feel weak in the knees from his touch. If it wasn't for oral sex I am not even sure he could make me wet anymore... But he is a good man, he deserves to be pleased so I shouldn't complain. He does so much to keep things rolling smoothly around the house and he is always on the go making sure our kids are always where they need to be. Besides, if I don't satisfy him, some random skank will. So here I am, a woman in my early 30's, hitting my sexual prime, having to fight harder and harder to motivate myself to sleep with my own husband. After 7 years of marriage I have tried every trick in the book... lingerie, blindfolds and handcuffs, surprise sex at random public places. Jason just doesn't excite me anymore. It isn't that he doesn't try, it just no longer does the trick. So who can blame me for going out and flirting, getting a little tipsy, a little horny, then coming home ready to be fucked? I have fun. I get to enjoy the thrill and my husband gets a horny wife ready to be pleasured. Everyone wins! I refocus my mind to the task at hand. I extend my legs out of the water and grab my razor and shaving cream. I apply some of the cream and start shaving from my ankle further and further up my legs. As I get higher and higher I decide not to stop. Usually I just trim the hair around the lips of my vagina but today, for some reason, I decide to keep shaving. I stand up out of the water and put my leg up on the side of the tub. I get a little more lather and spread it all around my lips and mound. After a few swipes of the razor I am completely smooth. I bend at the waist and look over my shoulder into the mirror behind my back. I see myself wet, spread out and entirely smooth. I consider retrieving my camera phone and sending a picture to my husband. But never mind that thought for now - he will see it soon enough. I'll probably be just as wet, and he'll enjoy it more as a surprise in person. I climb out of the tub and dry myself off. As I look for something provocative, but not slutty, I think about all the people who might enjoy my sex appeal. I slide a silken thong past my knees up to my sex. The feel of the silk against my smooth lips feels so erotic. I place my fingers over the smooth material and work my fingers in a few slow circles over my clit then back and forth along my slit. My heartbeat increases as I look at myself in the mirror nearly naked. My breasts have still hung on to their form from my college days. Perky and firm, a solid C cup with small nipples that resemble tight pink erasers as they harden a half an inch out from my body. I have still maintained a decent level of fitness going to yoga once a week while also jogging when time permits. I retrieve a smooth tight fitting skirt, a plain Victoria Secret bra and an open back shirt. I apply a little bit of makeup and realize that i actually have a little bit of time to spare. It is not often that I am prepared this far ahead of schedule. This gave me the chance to lie on my bed and daydream about my night ahead. I close my eyes and imagine the throngs of young people mashed together in a tight group dancing. My mind conjures men all around me, my hands wander around my stomach and across my hip bone. The men in my mind are starting to take liberties and I feel one hand slide up my stomach, over my ribs and over my bra. The other slides under my skirt and rubs the dampening silk fabric in circles around my clit. My breath is quickening and my ass works back and forth on my bed sheet. I am getting more and more excited and I need some relief. I roll over and reach under my bed to pull out a jelly suction cup dildo. I attach it to my wall and slide off my thong. I watch myself in the mirror above my dresser as I back myself up to the wall. I imagine myself in the club, seeing myself from an onlooker's perspective. My movements are erotic for sure, but you can't truly tell the action under the surface. The head of the dildo slides past my clit and the shaft become slick with my own excitement. I imagine myself dancing with a college age man, he has pulled his cock out and I can feel each of his veins as I slide myself back against him. I rock my hips in circles as I feel the shaft slide back and forth between my lips. I watch myself being pleasured under my skirt, my thick friend hidden from view but still working it's magic. God, I can't wait to get onto the dance floor. I tease myself closer and closer to satisfaction. My mind is racing as I imagine my stud enjoying every moment of my dance. My eyes are closed and I am immersed in my fantasy. I keep getting closer and closer to cumming. My knees start to shake. One misjudged movement of my hips and I feel the toy slip inside me eliciting a short gasp. I feel so dirty knowing I have let my fantasy go where I know I can never go in a club. The surprise intrusion brings me over the edge as I rapidly thrust my ass against the wall absolutely loving the feeling of taking my thick friend down to his balls as my orgasm rolls. I come to a rest with my toy buried as deep inside me as it will go. The last remnants of my orgasm still causing involuntary clenching around the thick shaft. I take a few deep breaths and I slowly pull myself off the toy just as I hear Jason come through the front door with my 2 lovely daughters. I quickly hide my toy and pull my underwear back up my legs into place around my sodden pussy. At the last minute I decide to forgo the bra. I make a few small adjustments and head down stairs to greet my family. My husband gives me a hug and a kiss and we head out the door. We drop the girls off at their grandparents for the night. On the way to the bar I get more and more excited. Jason asks me about who I will be meeting and how late I expect to be out. I lie and feel guilty. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes what I am up to. I always go out looking sexy and return ready to fuck. Maybe he just assumes that all we talk about is sex. As we pull up to the bar he gives me a kiss telling me to let him know when I am ready to be picked back up. Before getting out of the car I lean back in for one more kiss, this one more passionate as our tongues briefly dance. "You look so sexy tonight, are you sure you don't want to park for a few minutes and have some fun?" I hear myself say, "The ladies are waiting for me, later I promise" I'm just not in the mood yet... Bar Dancing Delight The rhythm always gets to me: the movement and the emotion. All the guys and girls smile and gaze. Their wild side shines through as they dance with arms up and hands open. Being on the dance floor has such an erotic feel to it. Ask anyone who loves to go out and dance, they will tell you that it can be so erotic. It has the enticing feel of foreplay. I know I can throw out a flirtatious wink, a special look, and I know I can hook any man I want. It doesn't take long to find some eye candy. I smile at a man and he stares into my eyes, then his gaze deliberately shifts and works up and down my body twice over. He clearly appreciates my braless look and the tight skirt that I'm wearing. He gives me that look, and I know he wants more. I slowly work my way through the dense crowd, brushing my chest against other younger men and women around. Just the lightest of grazes makes my nipples stiffen. As I narrow the distance I am able to better evaluate my target. His tight shirt says that he is a man who keeps in shape, but he isn't an arrogant gym rat. On arrival he asks to buy me a drink and I accept. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the bar. While we wait for our shots, I am surrounded by multiple men trying to press forward to get the attention of the bar tender. My new friend leans in close amongst the loud music and exhales into my ear before saying, "Hi, my name is Mike". I return the favor and tell him that my name is Amy. Before I lean back I decide to nibble on his ear and place my hand on his lap. I make it absolutely obvious that I am interested because it just so happened to be a slower night and I don't see many other prospects. As we talk I almost jump from the feeling of a hand squeeze my ass. Unfortunately there are too many men around to guess who it was. I hope that it was Mike, but he seems oblivious that anything happened at all. Before I know it, I have two shots in front of me, each of which went down fast, but not very smooth. I get goose bumps, and my nipples get hard again. I am again taken by the hand and led to the dance floor. As we dance facing each other he leans in close to my ear and tells me how sexy I look. His warm breath on my neck feels wonderful and my mind starts to wander. I put my hand onto the side of his neck and pull him down to my height. "My husband made the same comment before he dropped me off." I intentionally exhale on his ear as I speak, and I feel his hand tighten on that sensitive spot just inside my hip bone. I feel an involuntary clench between my legs. I turn around and lift my hands over my head while I work my hips in small circles. He holds my waist as we dance and his hands work their way up and down. As we dance he starts to get braver with his hands and his hips. I can feel him pressing harder against me with his crotch. His hands work their way up along the sides of my ribs to the bottom of my breasts and then back down inside my hip bone. He holds my waist and presses himself into my ass. We bump and grind, powerless to the beat. The magic of the dance floor, the dim lighting and the shots are starting to entrance me. I feel like a new woman. I am caught up in the moment, and nothing else matters. I feel my inner seductress smile as I can feel him hard against my thin skirt. I slightly bend and straighten my knees making my ass move ever so slightly up and down the bulge in his pants. His hands start to focus on the inside of my hips then up and down my thigh. I know exactly what he is after. I spin around to face him and I part my legs just enough to straddle his leg. My skirt slides higher along with the leg of his shorts as I feel the flesh of his muscular thigh make contact with my crotch. I can feel the heat in my core and my wetness building. I wonder if he can feel my wetness too. His hands become more brazen and work their way up to my breasts. His palms make light circles over the thin fabric and my nipples send a shock of electricity down to my pussy, fueling me to work myself harder against his thigh. My head is spinning and I find myself After all of my nights out, I'll fantasize about the men I've flirted with and desired. As my husband fucks me, I close my eyes and picture one of their tight bodies pressed against me. But I long for more. Each man possesses something different that I've always deep down wished to explore. While I flirt and dance with these men, I imagine each one with me. His fingers would probe my pussy, his tongue placed ever so gently on my clit - licking both long and slow, and short and fast. I might imagine him advancing on me, quietly motioning me to the back where he lifts my skirt and lets me grind my hips against his exposed cock. I take him inside me and feel him hit all the right spots while no one else knows the better. That thought makes me shiver in anticipation. I excuse myself to the bathroom to freshen up. Once inside I pull my thong down and wipe away the excess. I am soaked right through the thin fabric. There is no way he didn't realize the effect he was having on me. Without thinking twice I step out of my underwear and crumple them into a ball in my hand. Just then my phone buzzes. I look down to see a text from Jason. "Having fun baby?" I contemplate my response for a moment knowing the whole truth will most likely be too much for him. "Oh yes! It is always a good time when we go out. You know us ladies!" "Well you looked so stunning tonight, I just had to check in and make sure no one had tried to take you home. I am sure every man is thinking about it." He couldn't be more right, I think to myself. "I have no doubt, I have been a good girl though, no worries!" Not exactly the truth, but again, I have stayed within the limits I have set for myself. "Have fun baby, you know I trust you. Enjoy your time with the ladies!" "We have had a few shots bought for us so expect an inebriated wife when you pick me up :) " "I can't wait, enjoy yourself love ;-)" I approach my dance partner from behind as he is leaned against the bar. I slide the underwear into his pocket and let my hand linger inside his pants for just a few moments longer than necessary. I can feel the heat from his cock as it stiffens against the inside of my hand. I give it 2 quick squeezes as I try to make a mental image of how big it may be in my mind. He leans back and breaths out deeply. I can feel him throbbing and I can't help but continue to linger. My hand starts to slide up and down while squeezing his flesh. He turns his head and moans into my ear. "Oh, you're a naughty bitch aren't you?" He is right, I am a naughty bitch. I am here to get my kicks, use him and get out. His dirty talk does have its effect though. At that very moment I decide in my mind what I want. I tell him that I think that he would be wise to order us 2 more shots and I give him a naughty smile. He orders 2 more shots and I text my husband that I should be ready to leave soon. After that shot I have the courage to make my move. I lead him back into the corner or the dance floor against the wall and press my chest against his. Again I straddle his knee and lower myself down to his muscular flesh. He runs his hands through my hair as I start to rub my pussy against his bare thigh. My wetness begins to coat his skin and it feels amazing. Back and forth and round and round I go. The expression on his face is priceless. He is loving every minute of it. I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I slide myself as far up his hip as I can go, I can feel his cock standing hard and tall as I bump into it with every up stroke. Before long I am cumming. My head falls into his chest as my head starts to spin. Time has flown by and I know that my husband is probably in the parking lot waiting. I start to step away and I can see disappointment in his eyes. He gasps, "please". I smile, lean to give him a kiss and his tongue slides into my mouth. I decide, what the hell, and meet his kiss with renewed interest. My hand falls to his lap as I feel him hard under his pants. I stroke my hands a few times along his length and marvel at his length and girth. I know I should stop, but he feels so hard and hot. A few more strokes as I give him one more kiss on the cheek. I thank him for the drinks and the dance then turn my back and walk toward the door. My husband is waiting outside. I hop into the car and we kiss. My hand roams his lap a bit finding my target in the dark. "Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel." As we pull out of the parking lot my hand finds his fly and I lower the zipper. "Find anything you like?" He asks. Without answering I pull his cock out and lower my head to his lap. Jason may have issues getting me wet, but sucking his cock always does the trick. I work my tongue all around the head as I start to taste his precum leaking out. "Jesus baby, you keep this up and I am going to fill your mouth... Oh yes... just like that. Have you been craving my cock all night, because you are sucking it like it is going to be your last time." I take him as deep as I can, all the while I have another man's cock running through my mind. I realize that as long as I keep bobbing my head I don't have to answer his questions. My eyes close I recall the fit man I just finished feeling up. I picture myself in his car driving back to his nearby apartment for that elicit quickie. "Oh yes baby, have you been craving my big cock?" My husband's voice breaks my trance. He is not small by any means, but I could tell by the short rub down that Mike was both thicker and longer. Coincidentally, almost the exact same size of my jelly friend at home. I smile inside as I realize the possibilities... Miraculously we make it home before he fills my mouth. I was really hoping to get him off in the car to give myself time to clean myself up, change into a nightgown and throw on some underwear. Funny how he just never quite last long enough when I want longevity, yet I can't get him off when I need it to be quick. As soon as we get through the door he pushes me against the wall. My heart starts racing, no way of hiding the fact that I have no underwear on. "That was quite the unexpected surprise in the car.", he says. "You really want my cock, don't you?" He lowers himself to his knees and lifts my skirt. As his mouth envelopes my smoothly shaven pussy he groans and redoubles his efforts. I can feel his smooth cheeks sliding against the inside of my thighs. I am literally soaked from my grinding session at the bar and the road head session. Again my dance partner enters my mind. I close my eyes and I am transported to an empty bathroom. I grab him by the locks on his head and ride his face. His tongue working to lap up all of my cum. I want his thick cock in a terrible way. Before long Jason comes up from his knees and his pants hit the ground. Forcefully he spins me around and pins me against the wall. He lifts my skirt from behind and he penetrates me entirely in one stroke. I feel myself quake as I realize this is exactly what I had wanted done to me earlier this evening. In and out he thrusts, he pulls my hair from behind as he starts fucking me harder. Suddenly he slows and I can feel his cock spasm. I immediately feel warm inside and it feels wonderful. He hold me against the wall and we both catch our breath. He pulls out and I feel his thick cum start to leak down the inside of my thigh. He kisses me and releases me from his hold. Curious Wife: A Night Out "Ready for round 2?" He takes me by my hand and leads me to our bedroom. What was to follow was beyond what I could have ever expected... -Round 2- Without a word Jason pushed me down on our bed. He climbs and straddles my chest. Taking one hand at a time he ties me to our bed posts. He then pulls out a blindfold and covers my eyes. My heart starts to race. He shifts his weight forward placing the tip of his cock on my lips. I start to work my tongue in circles as I taste our combined juices. "You really seemed to be worked up after your ladies night out, what made you so horny?" I feel his fingers start to rub my pussy, circling my clit and stroking between my lips. Fuck it feels so good. What is left of his first load starts to slowly leak out of me and it makes for a tantalizing lube. "It must have been the alcohol I guess..." His fingers stop. "Was that all? We drink together at home all the time. You never get that worked up with me. Who bought you ladies the shots? I am sure he must have been cute." My heart skips a beat, I feel like I am falling into a trap... "His name was Mike. We only did a few shots together though..." He still has not moved his fingers. I start to buck my hips imploring him to pleasure me. "How did you convince him to keep buying you shots? Most guys need some attention in return to keep supplying free drinks. Were you flirting with him?" "We danced a bit on the floor, he thought I was sexy. I told him that you said the same thing before dropping me off to send a clear signal that I wouldn't be going home with him." His fingers start to make some small movements and I can tell he is rewarding me for my honesty. "Well I am sure he enjoyed your dances. Did he try to make a move you?" 2 fingers slide inside me as I moan yes without thinking. He starts to finger me harder. "Did he touch you places you knew were wrong?" I feel my muscles clenching around his fingers. More cum continues to leak out, I can feel it running down my ass. Another yes escapes my lips as I ignore the thought of any consequences of my actions. "You liked it, didn't you? You didn't even try to stop him, did you?" "I loved it... I didn't want him to stop but I knew I needed it to... He felt up my tits through my shirt, he teased my nipples and it made me so wet." At that point Jason has given up on the inquisition and his mouth covers my nipple as his fingers bring me ever closer to an orgasm. As I feel myself reaching my goal he slows his fingers and removes them completely. I feel him get off the bed for a few moments the climb back on. He places what feels like a book under my thighs. "Is he the reason you were so horny when you left the bar?" Just then I recognize the familiar texture of my jelly friend working up and down my slit spreading my wetness all over the head and shaft. I can't get the mental image of Mike's cock out of my head. I feel the head slowly putting pressure into the entrance of my pussy and I can't help but imagine us together again. I completely forget about where I am as I hold my breath anticipating him sliding snuggly inside me. "He is the reason you were so horny, wasn't he?" Jason presses me further on the topic and I realize I won't get my satisfaction until I fess up. "Yes." I whisper. Again I feel the jelly cock rubbing my swollen pussy. "Is he why you came home with no underwear on?" The rubbing stops and he inserts the head just inside my entrance, opening me slightly, but pausing in place. "Yes, but it was only to make me feel sexy, we never fucked, I swear!" My heart is racing, I am so scared. "I believe you baby, but you wanted to be slutty tonight, didn't you?" Just then he attaches the suction cup end to the book between my legs and inserts in inside my pussy. It feels amazing. I start to rock my hips as I feel it filling me and rubbing my G-spot. Jason flips around 69 style and proceeds to lick my clit as I fuck Imaginary Mike. I take Jason's cock as deeply into my throat as I can and I give him the best oral pleasure I can manage. I don't even feel the need to gag, in my mind there is only Mike's cock finally buried inside my pussy. I don't think I have ever been wetter in my life. I feel the first of my orgasms starting to roll when suddenly the toy is pulled out from inside me. I am so close... I feel the ties around my hands loosen and Jason proceeds with more questions. "Your thighs were completely covered with cum, did you let him finger you?" 3 fingers slide inside me and rock against my sweet spot again. "No". His fingers stop again, I plead and cry out. "He never fingered me, please don't stop... I took off my thong and grinded against his thigh... That's all!" "You thought about fucking him though, didn't you? Could you feel his cock as you danced." "Yes, I felt it but there was always a layer of clothes between his cock and I at all times, I swear, I fantasizes about it but I would never cheat on you." "I love you Amy, and I know you wouldn't." I hear him stick the dildo to the headboard and he tells me to lean back onto it doggie style. I leaned forward onto my elbows and knees then slowly back as I felt the thick tip penetrate me. "Enjoy your fantasy, let me watch you fuck him". After that it all became a blur. I started to picture him behind me, thick cock exposed. I threw my hips back slapping the toy hard and fast inside myself. I could hear my husband stroking away as he stood beside the bed watching my pussy being filled by the thick cock. I keep moaning Mike's name, "oh god yes... Fill me with your cock Mike. Oh fuck... I'm going to cum baby". After my orgasm I take him deep inside and rocked my hips massaging all the deepest parts of my sex. This toy is perfect for this fantasy. I am literally in bliss when Jason comes up and inserts his cock into my mouth. I feel so free, like I have had the weight of the world taken off my shoulders. As I continue to rock my hips one final orgasm builds. Just as it hits Jason releases himself inside my mouth. He seems to have cum harder than when we first got home. My mouth is filled and a little spills out of the corner of my mouth. It dribbles down my cheek and to my chin. Jason removes my blind fold and I collapse forward onto my bed exhausted. Jason lays down and holds me in his arms and we kiss. I can only guess where this new kink will take us next...