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Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 01

By: julieshubby2



I never would have imagined that I would be writing a story such as this. Maybe it is my conscience, but somehow I just think I will feel better if I get this out. I know my husband reads stories such as this online and perhaps he will come across it. Part of me wants to just tell him and the other part does not. It is his fantasies that fueled these events anyway, so I am pretty sure he would forgive me and understand. Still my mind uses his potential anger as justification for not telling him. The ugly truth is that I don't want him to know. Somehow it would take away part of the naughtiness, the nastiness, that makes me wet every time I think back on it.

Shane and I recently took a weekend getaway last week to New Orleans. It was approaching our eleventh anniversary and we had really looked forward to getting away together. After eleven years we still have a lot of fun together including a fantastic sex life. We always try to find time to be creative and fun in bed, but use little getaways like that to really cut loose.

Really cutting loose sexually with Shane frequently includes role-playing his fantasies of sharing me with other men. For years that has been a standard fantasy in our bedroom. It has never been my fantasy, but still have tried to be an enthusiastic participant. Sometimes I will send him messages during the day telling him I am with my lover and can't wait for him to come home and enjoy how wet I am if my poor pussy isn't too sore. Other times I whisper details of my latest slutty adventures to him while he is fucking me. I will come out of the bathroom wearing a tiny little skirt and tell him that it's what I was wearing when my latest lover picked me up in some bar...that my lover seemed to really think it was hot so it only seems fair that he, my poor hubby, should get to enjoy it also. 

Like I said, I never would have chosen that line of fantasy, but invariably I can feel his cock jerk inside me when I whisper some particularly lurid detail...or feel him moan into my pussy when he is eating me and I "accidentally" call out the wrong name. That is always enough to get my willing participation. I love my husband and pleasing him is the all time greatest turn on.

Anyway, I guess that is enough background on how I ended up where I am today.

Our trip began on a Thursday with us driving to New Orleans, about a four hour drive for us. We arrived late and pretty much went straight to bed. The following day we slept late and went about a day filled with shopping, sightseeing, and just enjoying holding hands and being together with the lazy, relaxed pace that being on vacation afforded us. Friday night came around and after a great dinner we headed back to our hotel to get ready to go out on Bourbon Street. 

The only part of our little games that spilled over into reality for us was how I would dress to go out. Shane has a thing for short skirts and would be heartbroken if I wore one out that didn't allow the possibility of my panties being revealed. My choice for that night would not disappoint. It was a black mini-dress that was tight and very short. I wore a lacy black pair of thong panties that would be impossible to hide while bending over in that dress. The top was tight enough, and at age 32 my breasts are still firm and perky enough, that I wore it without a bra.

We had a great time that night drinking and generally behaving like a couple of college kids. For the most part our activities were pretty tame in nature until our last stop. We decided to venture into the Hustler store as we were passing it on our way to our hotel. Our collection of sex toys is pretty extensive already, but there was one item I had asked for and not yet gotten. Shane had purchased a couple of vibrators in the past that were not huge, but on the larger side and I did not enjoy them as much. However, a few months ago, in a particularly hot session of lovemaking, I found myself shaking through an incredible orgasm when he pushed his cock inside me sharing the space with my favorite toy. Shane's cock is average size. I only had four others before him and he is larger than all but one of them. My (at least at that time) favorite toy is about his size with vibrating bunny ears. Oh my god what had I been missing?!?! For some reason being so full was suddenly my new fantasy. I had almost immediately put in my request that he find me a new toy...something big and with a suction cup that I could stick to the shower or tub.

This was the first time we had gone to "that type" of store since then. They had a section that was clearly devoted to women with the same desire. I reached out and pulled one off the shelf and turned to tell him that was what I was looking for. It is supposedly sculpted after some porn star and I can best describe it by simply saying it looked fan-fucking-tastic! The material is soft and life like and it has a remote to make it vibrate. There were larger ones there, but it was plenty large enough that the look of surprise on Shane's face when I chose it was priceless. Apparently, the look on my face told him I was serious because he took it straight to the register to buy it.

The walk to our hotel seemed longer than before. I can honestly say that I have looked forward to trying other toys in the past, but I was truly wet thinking about this one. By the time we reached our room my panties were soaked thinking about that huge thing sliding into me. I was so enamored by it that I grabbed it from his hand and sucked it when he approached the bed with it. I had never sucked one of my toys before. This was different...I was truly craving this thing. 

To say I was not disappointed is a major understatement. It was amazing. It felt almost completely life like and for the first time ever I closed my eyes while he used a toy on me and imagined it was someone fucking me rather than just me enjoying the penetration and vibrations of a toy.

The next day started with just enough hangover to feel the previous night, but not enough to discourage wanting to do it again that night. We had a great day and were even more excited to be going out than we had been the night before. When the time came to get ready I think Shane was shocked beyond words. I have a skirt that is I suspect designed only for the bedroom or perhaps to be worn on the beach over a bikini bottom. The bedroom is the only place I had ever worn it. It is half denim skirt and half sheer ruffle material. Imagine taking a typical denim mini-skirt and cutting it in half. If you put it on now it would not cover your crotch let alone your behind. Now imagine taking sheer ruffle material and sewing it to what is left of the denim skirt. The ruffles are only a few inches themselves and so it is still so short that my ass is bared by just a brisk walk let alone sitting, bending, etc... I wore it with a spaghetti strapped top that hung loosely over my breasts. When I first walked out in it I think he thought I had changed my mind and wanted to stay in. He couldn't believe I was going out wearing it.

I guess it is better late than never to describe myself. I am 5'4" tall with blonde hair. At around 130# I am not skinny, but definitely not overweight. I pride myself on going to the gym several times a week and Shane swears I have a better body today than when he married me at age 21. He says he has a running debate with himself as to whether my ass or my breasts are my best feature. I am campaigning him to let me get my 32B's kicked up to C's, but he is resisting me so far. Normally I am not full of myself, but I must say that when I looked at myself in the mirror in that outfit I not only looked like a hot chick....I looked like a highly fuckable, slutty hot chick!

The night started much the same as the previous night. We had a few drinks and roamed Bourbon Street mingling with the partying crowd. This time though we spent more time stopping in different places for a little while instead of just walking around. I was left by myself frequently when Shane would go get a drink for us or go to the restroom. We both laughed at the fact that not once did he come back without some guy being beside me trying to pick me up. It was all quite harmless as they all took the approach of just trying to flirt and strike up a conversation rather than actually making a move. 

We chose one bar as our favorite and spent quite a while hanging out on the balcony watching the crowd below. Shane was completely shameless at taking advantage of my outfit. We spent a good deal of our time with him standing behind me kissing my neck while his hands caressed my legs. I am sure he was enjoying what he felt, but I know that more than that he was getting a tremendous thrill from the way he was exposing me to the crowd below. The sheer ruffles of my skirt hardly even had to be lifted for him to rub my pussy through my panties. He would occasionally turn me to kiss him and lift the ruffles groping my ass, exposing it completely to everyone on the street below. 

Several times I saw guys on the street below who I know had just been up there on the balcony with us. The more I drank the braver I got and would look down and smile at them letting them know that I was more than alright with the fact that they had gone in search of a better view up my tiny skirt.

Usually, I am fairly shy about going along with his game of exposing me, but I was dressed like a little fuck toy and was thoroughly hot feeling and being treated like one. It didn't hurt any that he was constantly whispering in my ear.

"You like knowing that your sexy little panties are on display to the whole world don't you slut?"..... "mmm...so what do you like better, feeling my hands on your ass and slipping into your crack or the fact that by doing so there is a group of college guys down there watching me grope it and talking about how hard they would fuck it?"... "I bet that guy who was flirting with you when I came back from the bar is hung like your new plastic lover...what do you think, would his real cock feel as good or better?"..."Close your eyes....close them and stand right here on this balcony while hundreds of people can see me rubbing your pussy and think about what is in store for you later....picture what it will feel like when I have your new plastic friend buried in your cunt and I slip my cock into this fantastic ass of yours"

The last one did it for me. I almost came standing there imaging just what he described.

The group of guys next to us flirted shamelessly every time Shane would leave my side for a moment. I was fairly certain that the one closest to us could hear at least some of Shane's teasing. He had introduced himself to us as Johnny. He was less rowdy than the rest, but at the same time was more forward. He wasn't just being flirtatious, he was openly coming on to me. He never reached out and grabbed me, but when he said something to me he would put his arm around my waist....not pulling me into him, just placing it there. He would speak in a soft, but firm voice so I would have to lean into him as he spoke if I wanted to hear him.

At one point Shane returned as I was leaning in to listen to something he was saying. I didn't notice him return until Johnny acknowledged him. The thing I noticed was how he responded. Shane was standing a few feet away watching as I was leaned into this stranger who was whispering in my ear. His arm was around my waist with his hand on the top of my ass. He did not pull away sharply or at all appear apologetic. He simply nodded at Shane and continued until he had finished his sentence. Shane waited until his arm slipped from around me and just smiled at us both as he handed me my drink.

The way he didn't seem at all ashamed of being caught by my husband with his arm around me was intensely erotic. My poor panties were soaked with my juices. It wasn't until then that I bothered to actually look him over. He was probably six feet tall, in his mid 20's and in obviously good shape. Not Greek god good looking, but likely didn't sleep alone often unless he wanted to.

We finally pulled ourselves away from our spot on that balcony and Shane suggested that we go into one of the many strip clubs. I was not opposed at all, in fact I had been quite honest about wanting to visit one. He claimed to be resisting my boob job because he doesn't like how they feel. While I don't really have any bi-curiosities, I did want to see what he meant by getting to feel some.

We chose a table in the back section of the place near a second stage. All the dancers from the main stage came for two songs before their turn was over and they returned to offering lap dances. It was only the third girl to come on stage who caught our attention. She was a bit taller than me and brunette, but similar body type in that she was curvy with a great ass and spectacular tits that must have been D cups. What really captured us both was the looks she was giving me. I can still picture her face and the seemingly devilish grin that captivated me. She would toss her long hair and stare smiling at me as though her only purpose was to seduce me.

Shane shoved a handful of bills into my hand and told me to go tip her. My inhibitions had been drowned some time ago and I don't know that it would have mattered. I went to the stage and stood somewhat awkwardly. She came directly in front of me and it seemed that she never quit staring deep into my eyes no matter which way she turned. I had never been touched in a remotely sexual way by a woman and yet I felt no hesitation as she pressed my face between her breasts and reached back lifting my skirt to cup my ass cheeks in her hands. 

I returned eventually to my seat and she came by to see us as soon as she left the stage. She explained the prices for a lap dance and told us that she would choose the booth where I could be certain to see everything. Shane immediately handed over what she asked for and she took my hand guiding me to a nearby booth. 

In the few moments before the next song started I sat there wondering what exactly to expect. I could not have imagined what was coming. This gorgeous creature crawled on top of me and started slowly moving her body against mine. At first my eyes were still captured by hers as she began moving. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts encouraging me to feel them. A whole new understanding for Shane's fixation on them dawned on me as I felt their soft weight in my finger tips. Instinctively my hands groped and massaged them. 

Her own hands started at my top squeezing my tits through my top and then continuing downward. She slid backwards off of my lap until she was kneeling before me. I watched her intently as her finger tips slid up my legs....when they got within an inch of the crotch of my panties my head fell backwards losing all recognition of the world around me outside of her fingers and their journey. 

My hands were still kneading her soft, full tits as I felt one of her hands cup my panty covered pussy and could feel her long hair and her breath on my legs. I was wearing one of my favorite pair of panties, but at that moment I hated them more than anything. I cursed myself for wearing them. I would have given anything to have them disappear so I could feel her tongue reach out and tickle my clit as her fingers slipped inside my steamy cunt.

I slowly returned to reality as she climbed back up into my lap and reached around the back of my head pulling it toward her. My mind vaguely registered that a new song had started as she pulled my face to hers and kissed me. It was the briefest of kisses that I could have let linger for hours. Her tongue slipped into my mouth for a split second before parting and she rose to get dressed again.

As I sank back into my seat at our table I heard her lean and tell my husband... "She is going to fuck your brains out because I have her fucking hot!"

She could not have been more right. It was as though my mind was enjoying an explosive orgasm and my body wanted more than anything in the world to join it. I would have fucked my chair at that moment. The thought actually occurred to me to slip a hand in my own panties and finger myself right then and there.

I looked at Shane and told him we needed to leave. He smiled the smile of the proverbial cat as we walked out. 

As we reemerged on Bourbon Street I pulled him to me and whispered that I could not wait to be fucked. His response at the time seemed cruel as he laughed... "Patience sweetie...just because you got all hot and bothered doesn't mean the night is over. Come on let's have one more drink."

The last thing I needed was another drink, but I dutifully followed as we went back into our new favorite bar and climbed the stairs to the balcony. The balcony was completely packed, but the same group of guys from earlier were still hanging out and offered to make room for us. Shane offered to buy the guys a drink since he was going that way. They all declined and he patted my ass and smiled at me as he turned to begin struggling through the crowd toward the bar.

I turned my attention to watching the revelers on the street below. The guys all cheered and tossed beads as some woman bared her breasts for all to see. 

I felt someone press against me from behind and knew who it was before I could even turn as I heard his voice. "Such a shame."

"What is a shame?" I asked.

"Well, I bet yours are much nicer than hers and it doesn't look like you have earned any beads."

I laughed and even in my semi-drunken state realized my response was probably not smart. Instead of saying something defensive or just laughing it off, I teased softly leaning my head back so my mouth was near his ear... "Mine are much nicer."

I had been slowly dancing in place to the music all around me and failed to stop as I felt him press harder up against me. My options were to be forced up against the rail or push back into him. I stood there not knowing entirely what I was doing as this stranger stood firmly behind me and I ground my ass into his crotch. 

Shane and I played our little fantasy games so much that in my present state the reality of the situation didn't fully occur to me. At least not until I felt his hand slip under my shirt and slide all the way up until it was fully cupping my breast. It wasn't tentative or seeing what he could get away with. If it had been I am certain I would have pulled away and asked if he was out of his mind. It was without any hesitation that he pushed up my bra carelessly and cupped my tit in his hand as though he owned it. 

He groped it roughly...squeezing it as though he were inspecting fruit. I winced as his fingers closed around my nipple pulling on it and pinching it. I have very sensitive nipples and I would have slapped away Shane's hand if he handled them that way....but still I only stood there....slowly grinding my ass into his crotch while he fondled me.

I was aware of his friends laughing and watching as his other hand grabbed my second breast and it received the same rough treatment. My eyes closed and I leaned forward from the waist as he jostled my tits in his hands making them bounce lewdly beneath my shirt. 

"You're right...they certainly feel better than hers looked."

"Mmmm....told ya" I giggled.

"So do you and hubby always have this much fun when you go out?"

He had removed his hands from under my shirt and had them placed on my hips...guiding my ass as I danced into him.

"Yes...I mean, well...no. I mean....we just enjoy playing and teasing. I don't ever really...." and I left the sentence hanging.

"You don't ever really what? You don't just let guys feel you up while you work your ass into their cock?"

I could feel my face turning red. The first shame of what was happening hit me like his words had slapped me. "No" was all I could reply.


Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 02



I am certain the fact that I am adding a chapter to this story leaves little doubt that I did in fact eventually hear from Johnny. The fact that it resulted in having this chapter to add will seem predictable at its reading here, but it was not predictable to me prior to its happening. At least, not the way that it happened. 

It was no big surprise that Johnny called. In fact, the only surprise was that it took so long. I had saved his number in my phone that morning under a different name. I used the name of one of my friends, but used a spelling that was one letter off of being correct. 

Nearly three months had passed since our adventure in New Orleans. Shane and I had relived the events many, many times in our playtime. Did I mention MANY times? You may recall the large toy that we purchased on that trip and we had gone so far as to name it Johnny. Shane loved recalling our adventure as much as I did, regularly using our plastic "Johnny" while talking over the memories of that night. He loved hearing me beg for it while he would tease it along the entrance to my pussy. On more than one occasion he would slip his own cock into my ass while "Johnny" was lodged deep inside me, just the way it had happened in reality. 

As much as it did for me, it seemed an even more powerful arousal for him. If there were ever times when I had reached my peak and wanted to bring Shane off quickly, all I had to do was start talking about it. I had even learned things about Shane that I never would have imagined. He seemed to enjoy it not only when I mentioned Johnny, but when I used the memory to taunt and humiliate him. Occasionally, I would have reached my peak and be urging Shane to finish. Nothing seemed to accomplish that better than to tease him... "what's the matter sweetie? Is my pussy too loose for you to finish? Maybe that's because Johnny came over and stretched it out today?" Invariably, I would feel his cock harden and his pace quicken. "Mmmm...that's it...faster sweetie...that always seems to make you go faster...I guess sloppy seconds are easier to enjoy going faster, huh? You can be honest if it is too loose for you to feel it...I mean, I can hardly feel your cock in there either."

I had always masturbated fairly regularly so it was no big surprise that I spent a fair amount of time playing with plastic "Johnny" when Shane wasn't around. Though my conscience preferred not to dwell on what particular part of the night I imagined the most when I was alone. For some reason, the image of lying in bed with Johnny on top of me, slowly and quietly fucking me while Shane slept still drives me wild and was always the focus of my 'alone time'. Every time I have used my plastic "Johnny" alone I have had the same image in my mind as I climax...Johnny standing beside the bed, looking up at him with my mouth open, my hand stroking his cock till it erupts on my face and in my mouth all while hearing Shane's quiet sounds of sleeping next to me.

That piece of the memory alone was enough to leave me entirely puzzled that I had not gotten a call sooner. I mean, that was his last image of me as well right? It is embarrassing to admit, but my ego was more than a little bruised. I know with his looks and build he likely had pretty good luck with hotties younger than me, but I am only a few years older. It's not like I was some old lady he got drunk enough to find "do-able". In my mind it was a good thing that he had not called because I this point I was so offended that I was actually angry with him and would tell him to go to hell if he did call. If he called after all this time it would seem like he just finally got desperate enough.

At least, that is what I had told myself until I heard his voice on the line. Instead, I found myself being nice and justifying that by thinking I would see what he wanted and then really show him by saying "no thanks". 

"Julie?"

Confusion lasted less than a second when he spoke even though my mind was set to hear Stacie's voice when I saw the caller ID. 

"Umm...yes. Hello." "Hey Julie, this is Johnny...from New Orleans."

"Yeah, I know...hi." I instantly cursed myself for not acting like he was so insignificant that I couldn't immediately recall him.

"Is this a bad time?"

"No, I am at home alone" I replied. Shit! The circumstances of our trading phone numbers at least implied secrecy and I had just opened a conversation by stating I was home alone. I cursed myself again for the possible implication due to not thinking before speaking.

"Oh, well how have you been?"

I felt my temper flare at the question. How have I been? Really? While my husband sleeps you fuck me quietly for your own pleasure, cum on my face before slipping out of the room and then wait three months to call and open with how have you been like there is nothing odd about that?!?! Rationally, I realize that I have no idea what I could have expected him to open with, but at the moment I was not feeling rational. 

"Fine" I said. Short, one word answer in a disinterested tone... that should show him!

"Well, I know it has been a long time and I hate that I haven't called sooner, but I really have thought about that night a lot."

"It has been a long time" I quipped. I wanted to leave it at that and continue with the Ice Princess routine, but part of me wanted to not cut him off completely yet. Again, I know it is egotistical, but I really wanted to understand why it had been so long without any interest from him... so I added "we have thought about it a time or two as well." 

I would never have carried on with him behind Shane's back, but I could have explained to Shane that he must have gotten my number from my phone and then left it to him if he wanted to arrange another threesome or leave it in the past and just enjoy the memory. 

I could almost hear him grinning.... "I am glad to hear that. "Shane is doing alright" he asked?

"Yes, he is out of town on a hunting trip at the moment." Shit, so much for thinking before speaking! I really wasn't intending everything I said to sound like an invitation.

"Oh, well...umm...hmmm....well, I had kinda wondered if you guys wanted to get together this weekend." A moment or two passed and he added... "I didn't really mean that to sound as forward as I guess it did. I just meant that I have moved to Houston and don't know anyone here. You guys seemed like you would be fun just to hang out with so I...." he was clearly searching for what to say and just left the sentence hanging there.

I let the awkwardness sit for a moment before responding. My only memory of him was of someone so completely in control that I was amused by this turn of events. That night in New Orleans had probably been my greatest sexual experience in large part because I felt so overwhelmed by his presence and dominated by his physical power. It had completely fulfilled my suppressed submissive tendencies. Yet, being in control of this moment was empowering and I loved it.

I decided to play on my sense of power at the moment by being the first to mention or allude to the nature of our encounter. "I am guessing we did seem pretty fun to 'hang' out with" I added laughingly.

"Well," he was laughing also... "yeah, there is that, but I really did mean that if you guys wanted to act like that didn't exist we could just get together sometime and go out or something."

My laughter was out loud and probably was more than was needed to express my thoughts about that comment. Yeah, sure....let's just get together...you, me and hubby and act like the night we met didn't end with hubby pleasuring himself in my ass while your cock was buried deep in my cunt...yeah, that sounds about right.

He was laughing along as he attempted to regain some control of the conversation and the forwardness of his comments took me somewhat by surprise. "OK...well, I don't really know what to say so I will just put it out there since dancing around it isn't working well for me. Look, I really had a great time that night. I mean, reeaally had a great time. I won't attempt to hide that I would gladly fuck you again anytime with or without Shane. But, I really don't know anyone here yet and if you wanted to just hang out sometime I think we would have fun either way."

His candor caught me off guard. Not just that though...it did more than just that. I wanted to deny it to myself, but hearing him refer to fucking me...to actually use the word...saying that he would love to fuck me again. If I had been becoming aroused just by talking to him I had not noticed until then. I could feel myself getting wet.

"Well...ummmm..." I stumbled.

"Look, let's just get together and have a drink. Nothing more...I promise. I know it has to seem rude that I didn't call for so long. At least let me buy you, or both of you, a drink and explain that."

I said no...or at least I said let me discuss it with Shane when he gets back...I am sure I said anything except... "Sure. Why not, I don't really have any plans tonight." Shit! Why did I just say that!?!? I knew why I said it. I said it because I was enjoying my little game. He had said he wanted to fuck me again and I was thrilled by it. Thrilled not because I had any intention of letting him, but because it healed by injured ego. I felt in control again. 

That was truly my intention. I didn't secretly want to let something happen and was just making excuses to myself. There is not a woman alive who doesn't like to be desired and after having felt rejected for three months this was a chance to return the favor. It had the lure of both vices...ego and revenge.

It was with both of those vices in mind that I chose my outfit for meeting him. The black dress I chose was perfect for my mission. Its hemline was a few inches above the knee, short enough that it was sure to draw interest, yet not so short as to say I came here to get laid. The skirt portion flowed loosely like a sundress and the way it hung on my behind had earned a few stares the other times I had worn it. The top was a halter tied around my neck and revealing much of my back. I had worn it without a bra before, but decided that would cross the line between teasing and offering. I chose a black lace one that allowed the straps to be removed so it could be worn with a low back top such as this one. I rarely wore anything except thong panties and made no exception tonight; they were black lace and matched the bra perfectly...not that anyone but me would ever know that of course.

I was pulling the thigh high stockings up my legs when Shane called. He always called in the evenings when he was gone. It was not at all uncommon for me to use the occasion to torment him. He would always ask what I was up to while he was in the middle of nowhere hunting or bogged down working out of some hotel room. I would almost always create lurid fantasies of the fun I was having without him. He knew that I was making it up and I would grin knowing that at some point that night he would be furiously pumping his cock imagining the fantasy I created. Tonight was no different when we had gone through the usual 'how was your day' and such. Well, almost no different.

"So what are you up to tonight?" he asked as though on cue.

"Well, I had just finished slipping thigh highs up my legs under that black halter dress you like so much."

"Oh really..." he played along.

"Uh huh..."

"Got a hot date do you" he quizzed?

"In fact I do."

"Ummm...and who is the lucky fellow?"

"Johnny" I replied matter of factly.

He laughed. "Ahhh...a date with Johnny. I wish I were there to watch." 

"Hey, just because a good looking, well hung young stud wants to buy me a drink doesn't mean he is getting in my panties" I retorted, meaning every word of it.

He continued to play along, clearly enjoying our little game. "Is that so? Seems that thigh highs and that little dress is a little much for just letting someone buy you a drink don't you think? I bet you don't have bra or panties on under it do you?"

"I am not that kind of girl!" I declared mocking great offense to his implication.

"The slutty kind" he responded simply. "I think you are a good girl who secretly likes being a slut...a married slut, no less. I think before the night is over your eyes will be rolled back in your head while 'Johnny' slams his big cock in your married, slutty little cunt."

Naming my favorite toy Johnny had gotten Shane worked up so many times by invoking images of the past that I knew I had brought our little 'fantasy' to just the point where I like to leave it. I knew he was completely worked up and wondered what he would be thinking about tonight when he took hold of his cock. Would he imagine me as he thought I would be in reality; laying in our bed pleasuring myself with plastic 'Johnny'? Or would he try to recall that night in as much detail as he could...if so what scene would he picture that would send him into orgasm? Or would he imagine some created fantasy of me actually going out alone with Johnny? 

I had created that fantasy many times. In reality they were lies told for his amusement and I never felt bad about it. The irony was not lost to me that I felt really guilty for telling him the truth this time. I am still not sure why I didn't tell him the truth. I really didn't intend anything more than a drink. I was equally certain that he would not have had to stroke his cock for orgasm that night because he would likely have cum in his pants just thinking about it if he knew. Even if he knew I wasn't going to do anything.

Nonetheless, I ended our call having not spoken a single untrue word...technically, at least. "I have to go now sweetie. You don't want me to be late do you?"

He chuckled. "We wouldn't want that... you run on to your date."

"Oh, and sweetie..." I added.

"Yes, dear..."

"I am really looking forward to you coming home." 

"Mmmm...me too my little slut."

"One little catch though. You have to answer a question and then make me a promise" I demanded.

"Anything, my love."

I made sure he could hear my best evil snicker... "You should be careful before promising anything. You might not like this one." I left a brief pause before continuing, knowing this last bit would torture him in a way he loves... "Is your little cock hard imagining 'Johnny' fucking me?"

It was more a groan that I heard than a moan. I knew he loved the double humiliation of me referring to being fucked by someone else and also calling his, though actually above average, cock 'little' by comparison to my supposed lover.

I chuckled. "I will take that as a yes. Now, understand me quite clearly. Don't you dare touch that little thing until you get home and I give you permission. I mean it. If you so much as shake it when you pee, you will be doing it for yourself for a while."

"Oh fuck...baby..."

"Sweet dreams my little hubby" and I hung up the phone.

I was simultaneously pleased with myself for giving him what I know he loves and ashamed of myself for having just played such games with the truth.

Forty five minutes later found me pulling into what looked like a trendy bar and restaurant in a part of town where I had never been. It was a nice area and the last few years had become the hot spot for Houston's college age and young professional's crowd. My first inclination had been to recommend somewhere I knew, but decided it was better to avoid the appearance of impropriety by being spotted by someone I know.

It was around 9 PM and the place was really nice and a great concept. I made a mental note that Shane would really like the place. It was a huge building that had a very upscale restaurant on one side and the other half of the building was an equally classy bar/club setting where I entered. I was a little early so I took a seat at the bar and declined the bartender's offer to order something. There was a small dance floor beyond a few tables. Next to the dance floor was a stairway leading to where I could see that there were more tables and what looked like a few rooms for private parties. 

There was only a small crowd. I chuckled knowing it was mostly guys hoping to beat the rush to whatever ladies decided to come alone and not leave that way. That suspicion was confirmed as I was declining my second offer of free drinks when I saw Johnny walk in.

He saw me when he was about fifty feet away and stopped for a moment before walking toward me. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. Should I stand? Stay seated? Hug him? Peck on the cheek? Handshake? What do I say? I think I am pretty socially adept, but I was completely at a loss on how to handle greeting someone who met this criteria: I had spent less than twelve hours with him and yet I had held my husband's hand while his huge cock pummeled and came in my pussy, during which I had asked his permission to let my own hubby fuck my ass at the same time, then slept sandwiched between them before blowing him and taking another load of his cum in my mouth before he slipped out the door. Is there a protocol for that? If so, I didn't know it.

To make matters worse, he looked good. Really good. He was more attractive than I remembered. Funny, but my memory of him had been how strong he was and the power of his persona. Both of those things were evident in his walk as he closed the distance, but I had forgotten or just not paid attention to how just plain good looking he was. His powerful chest and arms were apparent beneath a fitted, button up black shirt that he wore un-tucked with slightly worn jeans. I remembered he was tall and would guess somewhere around 6'2.

My dilemma of how to greet him was resolved by him as I had remained frozen in my seat just smiling at him as he approached. He put both arms around me in a hug. His hand on the small of my back pulled me into him so firmly that I nearly slipped off the stool forcing me cling to him with my own arms to keep from falling. He said hello softly with his head next to mine. It was really no more hug than is appropriate for good friends. I just wasn't sure that was what we were. 

Having told the bartender I was waiting for a friend to order, he was offering as soon as we broke our greeting. I turned to tell him what I wanted when Johnny spoke instead. "No thanks, we are going to get a table upstairs and the waitress can get it...thanks though."

With yet another decision made for me I felt him grab my hand and start to lead me upstairs. My mind was in a torrent as I let myself be led to a booth against the wall overlooking the dance floor below. I was furious with myself. I didn't know what the hell had happened that let him go from being awkward on the phone to taking control. Mostly, I was furious that I had let it happen because the undeniable fact was that he had been here for less than five minutes and my panties were fucking soaked! 

I was determined to let my arousal drive my cause rather than be subjugated to his will. This was supposed to be about me teasing him and I had every intention of doing just that. There was no harm in it turning me on at the same time. After all, I had plastic 'Johnny' to satisfy me when the night was over and he was back at his place stroking his own cock. 

We managed idle small talk for the next hour while the waitress kept us supplied with fresh drinks. I was giving the best flirtation routine that I knew how to give. I had turned in the booth to face him, folding one leg up on the booth while the other hung off the side. Naturally, that caused my skirt to ride just high enough to reveal my stocking tops. All the while calculating the deniability in my mind; 'what do you mean teasing you? I just sat comfortably and part of my legs showed. I was just being comfortable with a friend. It didn't occur to me that between friends that would be considered tantalizing.' 




Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 02



Somehow, despite my efforts, he seemed unfazed. It actually occurred to me that perhaps he really was just playing a nice guy and intending nothing more than just 'hanging out'. Which was all I was willing to let happen, but I at least wanted to know he wanted more than that. He noticed the extra leg I revealed, but didn't let his gaze linger. I know he looked when I would lean forward letting my top sag forward, but again did not stare. In fact he sat almost statue still throughout our conversation. He didn't move or respond at all when I would touch his leg to emphasize part of a story.

Finally, I decided dancing would do the trick. I told him, quite truthfully actually, that I only enjoy dancing when I have had enough drinks to loosen up a bit and I was about there. I made a conscious point that this time I was making the decisions as I grabbed his hand and led him downstairs to the dance floor. 

We danced the first two songs close to each other, but without actually touching each other. The third song was one of those tunes you only ever really listen to in a dance club. You know, one of those that just makes you feel like getting dirty. Every couple on the dance floor felt it and began to grind and bump more lasciviously than before. I closed the small gap between us under the unspoken pretense that it would be silly to be the only ones not 'feeling the rhythm'. I allowed our bodies to bump together a few times before I turned and backed into him bumping my behind against him softly.

Satisfaction! I felt instantly vindicated! I felt it with the first bump of my ass against his crotch. If his shirt were tucked in his pants there would have been no way to hide the massive lump. His cock was hard as a rock. I had won my prize!

I continued as though I had not noticed. Not grinding on it so much that it seemed apparent I was trying to, but enough that I knew it was still there. Still he remained his composure. His hands held onto me, but not so much so that he was pulling me into him. He may have been trying to seem unaffected, but he couldn't hide that. 

When the song ended we both agreed to head back upstairs to our drinks. As we reached the top stairs he guided me to the right instead of back to the booths telling me that he wanted to show me the outside balcony he had told me about earlier where they have a gas fire pit and fountain combination. 

We walked on to the balcony and I could see why he wanted to show it to me. It had an incredible view. I walked over to the rail and couldn't help thinking of the irony. Our little adventure in New Orleans had begun on a balcony. As soon as the thought occurred to me I felt him press up against me from behind and I panicked. He must have had the same thought and my coming out here with him was probably implying more than I intended. 

He must have felt my body get tense as his hands reached around me. Any thought that I would have a chance to tell him that was not what I meant by coming out here was gone as his hands didn't just innocently enclose me. They assaulted me. A loud gasp escaped my lips as one hand clasped a tit and the other was under my skirt before I knew what was happening. 

"Woah!! Wait a minute....Johnny, I am really sorry if you got the wrong impression. I am having a good time, but you can't do this!" I wasn't screaming it, but was quite loud as I wriggled to get free of his groping.

"Is that right? So this has all been a tease right?"

"All of what?!?! I am really sorry...I wasn't trying to tease you. I promise! I was just having a good time!" I continued to struggle to turn around. 

"Hmmm..." he mumbled as his fingers rubbed on the crotch of my panties and the others held firmly to my breast. "Alright....how about we make a deal then?"

I relaxed my struggles as I saw an opportunity to get out of my predicament.

"Here is the deal." His hands grabbed my hips and turned me around, pushing me backwards until I felt my back press against the wall.

As soon as I was pinned against the wall he took both of my arms in one hand and held them above his head. The other hand found its way under my skirt once again. I wasn't thinking anything. I wasn't struggling. I wasn't scheming a way out in my mind. I just felt what he was doing and heard the words he offered. I knew I should have clamped together my legs to deprive his fingers, but I didn't.

"We are all alone out here right now. Just you and me. Shane isn't here, your friends aren't here, no family or anyone else that would approve or disapprove. So whatever decision you make when I propose my deal will be between us and I will honor my side of it. Deal?"

I simply stared into his eyes and nodded.

"Good. Your panties are soaking wet. I knew that, if you were wearing any, they would be the instant I saw you tonight. I knew you would be wearing some because you didn't come here to fuck me. You are too good a girl for that. You came here to enjoy teasing and playing with fire convinced that you wouldn't get burned. Only one problem with that....you aren't a good girl. You are a slut, or at least you like to be treated like one. I bet you have fucked yourself silly with that toy you guys bought in New Orleans...and I bet each time you have imagined it was my cock sliding into your tight little cunt. I bet you have heard yourself time and again telling your hubby how good it felt having me slide into you...how full you felt....how incredible it was having me pound your little pussy like it never had been before. If you haven't actually tried it, I bet you have at least imagined it sliding into your little asshole. You wanted me to that night....not because you wanted something the size of my cock in your ass, but because you wanted me to have it if I wanted it."

He paused for a few moments and just stared at me. I had never felt more helpless. His fingers were softly stroking at the wetness of my panties. Not stroking enough to really bring me pleasure, but seemingly just to be a reminder of how incredibly wet they were.

"And I have thought about you....a lot. I have coaxed the cum from my own cock many times imagining how tight you felt....how sexy you looked with your mouth stretched around my cock, looking up into my eyes seeking approval for the job you were doing...how incredibly hot you looked that last moment with my cum all over your face. Now is decision time. I am going to let go of your hands and take my fingers out from under your skirt. You can walk away without saying a word. I won't stop you or ever bother you again. If you do that, understand that I won't let you bother me ever again either." He paused again for effect. "Or....you can drop to your knees and open my pants. As you put me into your mouth you will tell me that I am right...that you are a slut."

My mind should have been racing. Thoughts of repercussions and consequences should have been flooding my brain. My heart should have tugged on my intellect and reminded me that a woman so completely in love with her husband doesn't behave this way. I should have stopped to think about what Shane would think...whether he would want me to do this now or wait until we could talk about it. Would he be upset that I was here without him? I, at least, should have worried about being caught in this very public place.

All of those things should have been filling my mind as I dropped to my knees with my eyes locked on Johnny's and began to open his pants. Those thoughts didn't come in that moment. Instead I felt only the pleasure of seeing the grin that came across his face. It wasn't just the grin of a man about to get his cock sucked. It was the smirking grin of a conqueror that had just overtaken his prey.

My eyes left his briefly when I managed to release his enormous dick from his pants. I wrapped one hand around it and stared for a few seconds, marveling at the fact that my little hand could not quite get all the way around it. As my eyes took it in I leaned forward and began to slide it into my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum as my tongue slid along the bottom side of it. I let it slip past my lips as far as I could comfortably accommodate and then released it until only the head was left inside me. Then I quickly slid back down its length far past the point of comfort, forcing it past the back of my throat until I gagged. I held it there for as long as I could stand it and then repeated the process several times as if to punctuate that this was not a lover's slow blowjob, but rather the efforts of a cocksucking slut. 

I let him slip out of my mouth and smiled up at him with a string of saliva still connecting my lips to his member. He still held that same smirking grin. My mind regained some consciousness and I became aware of how incredibly wet I was as I thought of Shane for the first time in several minutes. I swear I could feel my juices flood my cunt as I thought of how hard he would be if he could see me right now and hear me as I finally spoke through my own grin.... "I am a slut."

His hands pulled me up and he leaned his face down to kiss me. It was the first moment we had shared that was remotely sensual rather than purely lustful. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I caressed it with my own. I was aware of every touch between our bodies, from our lips pressed together to his hardness pressed against my belly and the warmth of his hands firmly cupping my ass cheeks while we continued to kiss. He finally broke our kiss and spoke. "I think we should go somewhere a little more private."

No one who saw us exiting the club could have had any doubt what was in store for the rest of our night as his hands constantly groped my ass and we paused several times for brief, but frenetic kisses. In those moments I couldn't help thinking of Shane. I wished that he were there. I made a mental note to recreate such an encounter with him at some point. Every time that Johnny and I would stop to kiss I would imagine Shane being with us....watching and following. I have come to understand his fetish well enough to be certain that the humiliation of knowing that at least some of the people would have seen me enter on his arm would be intoxicating to him.

While I was not drunk, it does not take much to make me feel buzzed and I did not want to drive. That problem was solved as Johnny steered us to a taxi waiting to ferry the night's inebriated masses. "I don't live far from here, we can come get the cars in the morning" was all he said as we slid into the cab.

The doors had barely closed and he was giving his address to the driver as his hands began their roaming. Apparently, his idea of privacy is at least slightly different than my own. He ignored the driver's presence as we began to kiss with one of his hands pushing my skirt to my waist and the other squeezing my breasts. I wasn't ignoring the driver, but could not help moan as his fingers pressed and slid along the wetness at the crotch of my panties.

We had stopped kissing, but his hands continued their groping while we rode for a couple of minutes in silence. The silence was broken as our driver proved to be one of those who cannot just keep himself from intruding on his passengers. His eyes were shamelessly, and dangerously, darting between the road and watching Johnny molest my body. "So are you two married?" 

Johnny chuckled. "Well...she is, but not to me."

I don't know if it was the answer itself or just the fact that it was delivered so directly and honestly, but he was clearly shocked. "Oh...I see" he muttered with a grin.

If I wasn't red with embarrassment already, I was about to be as Johnny continued. "This is our first date I guess. Actually, I am not sure if this is our first or second. Did the time we met count Julie?"

He was clearly enjoying my humiliation.

"Ummm...I don't know" was all I could manage. 

The ongoing exchange was interrupted, though it would prove only briefly, as Johnny didn't bother to lower his voice when he looked at me and spoke...."Take off your bra and panties."

My head turned instantly forward and I felt my face flush with redness as my eyes caught those of the driver. I don't know where it came from inside me, but I knew I would comply. I lifted ass off the seat slightly and lowered my panties and slipped them down each leg. They were so wet that I could feel them separating from the lips of my pussy as I pulled them away. I could feel all four eyes on me as I unclasped my bra and snaked it out of my top. I laid both items on Johnny's lap before looking back at him. He was smiling widely as he turned to once again address our new friend.

"The first time we met she was on vacation with her hubby in New Orleans. I don't know if that counts as a date though, because she was actually out with him." 

My eyes closed from both the shameless way he was discussing this and the fact that his hands resumed their assault. He reached his right hand around and groped my breasts roughly while I felt his left hand once again disappear under my skirt. Again, I could not help moaning as I felt one of his large fingers slip effortlessly into my pussy. His fondling of me seemed to be merely a part of, rather than a distraction to, his conversation with the driver.

"They were out for a little walk on the wild side and I just happened into the picture. I think things went a little farther down the wild side than they expected, but we all had a pretty good time. Didn't we Julie?"

I could barely gasp a "yessss...." as he slipped another finger inside me.

Mr. Driver was clearly pleased and amused with this turn of discussion. "Really?!?! He knew you two...ummm...?"

"Haha...yeah....her husband apparently had a fantasy of watching someone else fuck his wife. I would say that fantasy was well fulfilled that night."

His right hand lowered the strap of my dress off my shoulder and removed one of my breasts, cupping it firmly and pinching at my nipple. I could practically feel the driver's enthusiasm at getting a better view. It felt like he must have had at least three of his fingers in my pussy and was slowly slipping them in and out. 

"I think Julie here found a side of herself that night that she wasn't sure existed. We haven't seen each other until tonight and Shane, her hubby, is out of town. We didn't really plan it to be a clandestine meeting without him, it just sort of happened that way. Kind of shame in a way I guess. I mean...I certainly won't argue with the chance to have her to myself, but I think she liked Shane watching and she certainly seemed to enjoy when he joined in. Didn't you slut?"

I shot a look of fury at him for forcing me to actually take part in this little exchange...not to mention the audacity of referring to me as a slut to a total stranger. Rather than be discouraged by my contempt, he was clearly amused by it. His hand released my breast leaving it in full view and his fingers continued alternating between rubbing my clit and pushing inside me. He smiled even more broadly as he addressed me... "Don't you think it is a little late to play shy now? You are in a cab with your tits on display and my fingers in your little married cunt. Don't you think he can see that you are a slut? You really think my saying so told him something he can't clearly see for himself?" 

His rhetorical questions did nothing to soothe my fury, but I found myself unable to resist playing along in a game he was so clearly enjoying. "No" was still all the answer I could muster. 

"No, what?" he plied.

"No...I guess..." his fingers on my clit had me so close to cumming that I couldn't speak without stuttering.... "I guess he can see that I am a slut." 

I was unable to focus on anything other than the sensations throughout my body as I laid my head back knowing that he was enjoying the latest surrender of my humility. My juices were flowing so freely that I could feel them running down the crack of my ass. His fingers were rubbing my clit more purposely now and I could feel myself starting to orgasm. His small finger slipped into the wetness between my ass cheeks, teasing my other hole while the others rubbed furiously at my clit.

"Ohhh....god....don't stop....please don't stop....OOHHHH!!!!" Any poise I may have tried to retain slipped away as I could not help screaming out from an orgasm that had my entire body wrenched in spasm. 

I was so lost in my own pleasure that I was unaware of the car coming to a stop. My legs were still not wanting to work as I slid out of the seat without even having the courage to acknowledge the driver who had just witnessed my wanton display.

I guess it could seem silly, but I found myself awkward again upon entering his apartment. The whole string of events was so out of character to me that every change in setting or situation left me wondering what was next. When I was single I had never been the girl who had a 'one night stand'. There may be girls who know how to act and what to expect when they enter a virtual strangers apartment mindful of the one and only reason for being there....I am not one of them. I sat on the arm of his couch and could watch him while he went to the kitchen and fixed a drink for each of us. I suppose my nervousness was apparent as he took a seat on the couch next to the arm where I was perched. 

His arm came up and pulled me down onto his lap. His dick was not fully hard, but I could still feel it against my ass. As he pulled my face to his and his hands began caressing my legs I could feel it growing. Occasionally, one or both of his hands would leave my legs long enough to fondle my breasts for a few moments. The kissing was passionate, but less frenzied they had been the rest of the night so far. He would suck my one of my lips between his and then our tongues would dance and tangle softly and slowly. His hands stroked my legs from my thighs all the way to my feet. My heeled shoes were dangling from my toes as his fingers would trace along the bottoms of my feet before sliding back up between my thighs. 

I didn't time it, but that must have continued for several minutes. During those minutes he didn't ever reach inside my top to feel my bare breasts and his fingers would stop tantalizingly close to my panty-less crotch. The sensuality of the moment was intense, but somehow did not ease my nervousness and he could tell. He finally broke the kiss and pulled back looking into my eyes, although the movement of his hands caressing my legs was uninterrupted. The look on his face was more serious and intense than the variety of bemused expressions he had shown all night. 

"You like kissing and making out, but that isn't why you are here with me. You are uncomfortable. ...am I right?"

"Yes...I'm sorry...I don't know why, I just feel awkward now for some reason."

The smug grin returned. "You feel awkward because this feels like you are my girlfriend that I brought home and am making out with before trying to tempt you into going to bed with me. But that isn't what this is and you wouldn't be here if it was that. This 'kissie' stuff doesn't remind you why you are here. Am I still right?"

My eyes slipped downward from his gaze. "Yes...I think so."

The smug grinned returned to his face. "You don't want me to stroke your legs and stop short of touching you where you really want it....or to reach up and fondle your breasts as though I am trying to gain permission to really feel them do you?"

"No."

"And how would you prefer I handle you?"

Finally, I returned his stare. "I like that you don't just fondle my breasts outside my dress... you reach in and grab my tits when you want to feel them. I like that you don't stop short of touching my pussy as though you are making sure I won't stop you....I like that you just grin at me while you slide your hand under my dress and push your fingers into my cunt whenever it pleases you."




Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 02



Several seconds passed as we stared at each other before he spoke. "Stand in front of me and take off your dress."

I stood obediently and slowly, but without hesitation began to slip the straps of my dress from my shoulders. The top of the dress fell and hung on my breasts without completely revealing them. I turned around and pulled it down to my waist. My hands reached up and I fondled my tits while looking over my shoulder at him. I wiggled my hips seductively and the dress slipped past my hips and puddled at my feet. I stepped out of it entirely as I turned to face him...one hand still squeezing my tits and the other sliding down to my crotch as I stood facing him wearing nothing except my heels and thigh high stockings.

He began removing his own clothes without standing as I stood in front of him watching and playing with myself. When his clothes were completely removed I didn't have to be told what to do. I knelt in front of him and looked into his eyes while I started playing with the object of my desire. I let my tongue slide up his entire length and along all sides of his cock. My hands were resting on his knees and I began stroking his thighs while licked him. I took my tongue and bathed his huge balls with it...slipping each one into my mouth and sucking softly before returning to licking them all over.

His cock was sticking straight up towards his face and I took it into my hand holding it at the entrance to my mouth. I let my lips touch it in a kiss and then ran my tongue in a full circle around the head. Slowly, I began to slide it farther into my mouth. I wondered if I did it a thousand times if it would ever stop surprising me how much it filled my mouth and feeling an absolute desperate anticipation to feel it stretching my pussy. I purposely let a lot of saliva run down his cock so my hand could start stroking him because I knew that no matter how hard I tried to get as much as I could in my mouth, there was no way I could get it all.

I began bobbing faster up and down on his cock and stroking his shaft with my hand....occasionally forcing as much down my throat as I could until I gagged....then pulling off and looking up at him to see him smiling at my efforts.

"You like that thing, don't you?"

"Ummmm....god yes...."

"You know I like to hear how naughty your filthy cocksucking mouth can be....tell me what you like...not just 'yes'."

I pulled his cock free from my sucking lips...a string of spit connecting them...then slapped it against my tongue several times... "I like your cock....I like how big it feels in my mouth...I like imaging how it is going to feel stretching my cunt."

I punctuated my words by shoving my face into his crotch...I slipped my tongue out making it easier for more of it to slide down my throat. I held it there as long as I could...fighting my gag reflex until I couldn't take it anymore and then resumed bobbing up and down at an ever faster pace. I could feel his balls tightening and hear his moaning quicken. I wondered if he would stop me before he came.

"You want me to cum in your mouth slut?"

"Ummm....yes....please!!" I managed to moan around his cock.

"Please what sweetie?"

"Please cum in my slutty mouth.....I want to taste your cum....I want to feel it shoot down my throat...."

"Mmmm....open your mouth and jerk it baby....I want to see it shoot on your face and watch you swallow it."

I let one hand cup his balls while the other stroked him furiously. One finger slipped back and just started to tease his asshole when I felt him tense up and heard him groan. The first jet of his cum shot all the way to the back of my throat and the next I felt land across my face....the remaining spurts fell less violently into my waiting mouth and coated my lips. For several seconds he remained rigidly still as I sucked the last drops gently from his head. When he finally looked down at my face I thought of the porn sluts I had seen as I opened my mouth showing him how full it was with his cum before swallowing it and smiling with an open mouth to show him it was all gone.

We stayed like that for several minutes....with me knelt between his legs softly licking at his slightly deflated and obviously sensitive member. I had one hand between my own legs playing in the wetness I found there...amused that once again I was wondering if I had ever been so wet.

After a short while he noticed my fingers playing and stood, pulling me up with him. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We stood kissing for several minutes while our hands roamed across the others body before he pushed backwards onto the bed. I lay back completely and lifted my spread legs. He stood there slowly stroking his own cock and staring at me while I took my fingers and spread my pussy lips; showing him how wet I was.

He sank to his knees and took my each of my legs by his hands, pushing them even farther back than I already had them. I closed my eyes and felt like screaming when I felt his tongue start at the bottom of my spread pussy lips and lick slowly upward along their wet length until the tip of his tongue contacted my clit...I could only manage a whimper.

His tongue expertly teased my clit and then he would push it inside me. Several times he closed his whole mouth around my pussy and would suck my lips into his mouth while his tongue pushed between them finding my clit. I thought I was going to explode. 

With a strong push of his arms he forced my legs up so far that it slightly lifted my ass off the bed and I felt his tongue teasingly trace down to my asshole and all the way along my crack. The line his tongue was drawing was so faint that it felt like just a tickle as it slowly traced the pucker of my little hole. After a few times circling it I felt the flat wetness of his entire tongue lick as far back as he could reach it...I gasped when it pushed a little as he slid it over my hole and continued all the way back up to my clit. When he got there he sucked it harder than before while flicking it with his tongue. 

"Ohhh...please stop teasing me..." I begged.

"Ahhh....do you feel teased my little slut?" he laughed.

"Yesssss...."

His mouth disappeared from my pussy and I opened my eyes to see him standing. He leaned over me and sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. My pussy was at the edge of the bed and I could feel his manhood, still only semi-erect, lay across it.

"What do want Julie?"

"Fuck you damnit! You know what I want...."

"Mmmm...yes, but I like hearing you beg for it" he taunted.

"I want your cock."

He raised his body and his hands encouraged me into the position he wanted; which placed me on all fours facing him. Several times so far in the evening I had been dying to put his cock in my mouth because I wanted to suck it...now I wanted it in my mouth because I wanted it as hard as it had ever been when he put it in me. So, for the third time that night I let his cock slip past my lips. I loved that it was not fully hard and relished fondling his balls as I felt it grow in my mouth. It took less time than I would have thought before it felt as though it were going to outgrow the confines of my cheeks. 

This time it was him who pulled it out of my mouth and used it to slap my tongue and cheeks several times. 

"Turn around..." he ordered. I turned remaining on all fours and felt his hands reach under and firmly grip by breasts.

"You have fantastic tits...Shane is a lucky man getting to play with these whenever he wants."

"I will tell him you think so....he will be so pleased" I quipped sarcastically.

"I think he would be flattered to know I like them so much" he countered as his fingers pinched my nipples hard enough that I winced from the pain. "In fact, I bet he would love to be sitting in that chair over there watching me play with them."

"Ummm...yes, he would. He would like watching you play with them. In this position he would want to see you slide that huge cock of yours into my married cunt while you did it though" I offered encouragingly.

He laughed a little. "Is that right? You think that is what he would want?" 

He let go of my breasts and his hands pushed my chest down against the bed, but raised my ass at the same time. "Reach back and spread yourself" he ordered. 

I obediently reached back and did as he instructed; aware once again of how obscene I must have looked in that position. "Is that what you wanted...to see it presented to you like a prize? Mmmm...well there it is....my 'little married cunt' as you like to call it...presented like a prize. Should I beg for it now? I will...pleeeaaase...please put it in me. Put your big cock inside my little married cunt..."

Apparently, his tormenting nature knows few if any bounds. My eyes closed and I prepared for the sensation I wanted and anticipated so badly when I felt him move his cock up and down my slit instead of pushing forward.

"I don't know...maybe we should ask him. I mean, according to one of our former presidents we haven't even had sex yet so you could still get out of this without being a cheating whore. Maybe we should call him?"

"Ohhhh....Pleeaase stop teasing me!!! I need it in me....please...you can call me a 'cheating whore' if it makes you feel better, but please fuck me....I promise to tell him if it makes you feel better!"

"Well....as long as you promise to tell him..." and finally I felt the pressure of him pushing forward.

I know I have used this line before, but I can't help it because it is what I thought. I wondered if I felt that thing push into me a thousand times if I would ever stop being amazed that it felt even better than I dreamed it would.

I felt the head push into my slippery cunt and was so wet that he was able to slide all the way in without hesitation. "Ohhhhh fuckkkk!!! Oh my god that feels so good!!!! Please...please...don't move..." I begged when he had the full length buried inside me." 

I could hear him chuckling and managed to ask what was so amusing.

He indulged my desire to 

It took just a few seconds before I was ready to rescind that request and absolutely wanted him to move! I slowly began to rock back and forth on his giant cock. I cannot describe the sensation of feeling that thing slide in and out of me....stretching me like nothing else ever has. He allowed me to set a slow pace of indulging in the feeling until I started to move faster. 

He responded to my increased pace by taking over. His hands grabbed my hips and each time he slipped it out almost completely he began pulling me back onto him so hard that combined with his own thrusting I was sure that the neighbors could also hear the slap of his thighs against my ass cheeks. 

I don't usually cum in doggy style, but I could feel it building. His stamina was remarkable as he continued to pound me, fucking my pussy mercilessly until that building climax eventually took over me.

"Oh god...oh god...I'm cumming....don't stop....don't stop....ahhhh fuck!!!!"

He held his cock buried all the way inside me until the waves of pleasure began to subside and my body relaxed. I wondered if I had been so overtaken with my own sensations that he came also and I didn't feel it. My pussy was so wet from my own juices that I wasn't sure if I could tell. 

The question was answered for me when I felt him begin to slowly move again....holy shit! He somehow managed to not cum from that! As he started very slowly sliding in and out again I turned to look over my shoulder at him and saw him let a drop of spit fall into my ass crack. I managed an apprehensive grin as I knew the request that was coming. More aptly, I knew that it would not likely be a request, but rather simply a statement of what he intended to do. I also knew that I would let him...even beg him to do so no matter how much the thought intimidated me. I was his fuck toy at that point. I doubted seriously that I could manage another orgasm and didn't really care. I wanted him to use my body for his own lustful pleasure in any way that he wanted.

"Hmmm...I guess from that grin that you know what I am thinking" he laughed.

"Ummm...yes."

"And what is it that I want" he asked.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath... "you want to fuck my ass."

"Mmmm...good guess" he said as I moaned feeling the tip of one finger push inside my tightest hole. "And who could blame me for wanting it? You have a fantastic ass. I am guessing you would be shocked how many men you walk past every day who later jerk off fantasizing about fucking your perfect ass."

I softly purred at the compliments and the sensations of his finger gently exploring me while his cock still slowly sawed in and out of my cunt. 

"Do you want me to have it?"

Again I took a deep breath and breathlessly spoke the words that I knew I would when he asked the question... "yes....it scares me, but I want you to have it...I want you to fuck my ass."

"Mmmm...what a great little slut you are. Were you telling the truth that no one other than hubby has had that pleasure."

"Yes."

"Well, then I have a better idea. We will save that experience. I want hubby to watch that. I want us both to look into his eyes as you beg to have my cock in your ass...to see him enjoy the humiliation of seeing his wanton slut of a wife beg for it."

"Mmmmmmm...yes...oh god yes...."

With that resignation he grabbed both of my legs, lifted them off of the bed and flipped me onto my side. I thought he was trying to roll me over completely so I attempted to complete the turn. My efforts yielded me a sharp slap across my ass. Startled, I looked at him with alarm. Despite his domineering demeanor, it was the first time he had actually smacked me. My ass cheek was still stinging from the slap as I gave him a puzzled stare. He chuckled and returned my look with his trademark smirk.

"If I wanted you rolled all the way over I would have rolled you all the way over."

He raised his hand again and brought it down sharply across my ass once more while positioning me just the way he wanted me. I found myself on my side with my legs pulled up and laid together. In this position my pussy and ass were presented to him at the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hips as he began to push his cock back into me. I kept my eyes locked on him as he began to fuck me. He reached up and roughly grabbed my tits. 

"Ummm....you like being able to hold my tits while you fuck me?" I asked.

"Mmm...yes, I love the way your tits fill my hand perfectly."

"Please squeeze them and fuck me harder. I want to feel your big dick pounding me while you squeeze my tits."

"I am not doing it hard enough slut?" he asked as he quickened the pace by pulling himself back and forth using the grip he had on my now sore tits.

"No...fuck me harder...please....make me feel it...use my slutty married pussy..."

He began slamming into me even harder. His pelvis was ramming so hard against my ass that it seemed he was either angry or completely overcome with lustful energy. It felt as though he was trying to drive his cock all the way through me rather than just into me. I knew I would be sore, but nevertheless could feel myself cumming. The thought of being a fucktoy used for his pleasure had captivated my mind and now my body was getting to experience the reality of it.

Finally, after several minutes he practically yelled out...."I'm gonna cummm!!!"

"Uhhnnnggghhh....yes...cum in me baby...please....I want to feel you cum in me....fill my slutty cunt full of your cum....please baby!!!"

"Ohhh....fuck!!!!"

He pulled me against him and it felt like he would pull my boob from my chest as he held himself inside me. I could feel his cock pulse and throb and it felt like he was cumming so far inside me that I should be able to taste it.

I could feel his cum leaking out of me when his cock eventually slipped out and he collapsed on the bed. He had indeed filled me. I was aware of him watching me as I reached down and dipped a finger inside my pussy. I still don't know what it is that compels me to want to feel slutty for him, but I found myself bringing my cum coated fingers to my mouth and licking them clean just because I knew he was watching.

We both lay still and silent for quite some time. I wanted to go home rather than spend the night so eventually I got up and began to dress. He asked what I was doing as though he was confused. I smiled and told him quite simply that I really needed to go get my car and go home. 

"And what if I told you that I am not through with you yet?" he asked. I had managed to put back on my bra and panties and was about to slip my dress over my head. I stood still for a moment contemplating my answer. "I would tell you that I enjoy knowing my body is yours when we are together and that I will stay if you are not through with it. I would also tell you that I am completely spent and would like your permission to go rest and figure out what has happened here tonight."

I could see the reluctance in his face as he nodded agreement. The ride to my car was very quiet, but not in a way that was awkward. There was an unspoken understanding that there was no need for small talk or girlfriend/boyfriend chatter. We were together for one reason and now that the frenetic energy of pending sexual tension there was simply no need to talk. 

I would have been unable to chat much anyway because my mind was consumed with only one thought. I wasn't worried about telling Shane, just anxious. As I rode home, feeling Johnny's cum still slowly leaking from me, I had a million thoughts about how and when to tell him. That timing and the circumstances did not happen like what I imagined, but is a story unto itself. 

Chapter 3 pending....it is mostly written at this point. It frustrates me to read a story and wait endlessly for the next chapter, so I will try to finish and publish it soon.



Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 01



"What about letting someone finger you...do you allow that?" he asked as I felt a hand slip between my legs. My body froze as I felt his fingers push firmly against the crotch of my panties.

"No" was again all I could manage...and that was more moaned than spoken. The crotch of my panties were so wet that his fingers slipped up and down my slit as though they weren't even there. My eyes were still closed and it was as though the music had stopped, everyone had left and it was only this stranger and I standing on a balcony. Him with his whole hand cupping my pussy and one finger pushing more than the others.....slipping up and down along my slit.

My induced silent moment was interrupted.... "I want you to reach back and see if your hubby was right....I want to know if I measure up to that plastic friend I heard him talking about."

I had been so fixated on my own body and what was being done to it that I had not even noticed the small baseball bat that he seemed to have wedged between us. My eyes popped open and the sounds of music and all the partying going on around me came flooding back into my world. 

Every fiber of my conscience was saying no as my hand followed his instructions. Somehow even after having my tits mauled by this man and with his hand still cupping me and teasing my pussy...somehow I knew this was a line I was crossing. This wasn't something he was doing to me....it was something I was doing.

I reached behind me and slipped my hand in between our bodies. Before marrying Shane I had been with a guy for a short time who was very well endowed. In fact, I had thought he was too well endowed. The memory of that did nothing to prepare me for what I felt in my hand.

I felt it press into the palm of my hand through his shorts. "Oh my god..." I uttered. He chuckled with satisfaction as my hand slid up and down his length a few times outside his shorts. 

This time it was his eyes that slammed shut when without further hesitation or instruction I reached into the top of his shorts, slipping my hand in until I could close it around his shaft. I watched his face until his eyes opened again while I slowly pumped his cock. He was grinning from ear to ear as I reached farther into his pants until my fingers closed around his balls. I fondled them softly feeling their full weight in my hands.

I felt him begin to open his pants. "No...we will get caught."

"Caught by who?" he asked as he unbuttoned his shorts and began to unzip them. "My friends aren't going to complain about the show and no one can see around them."

"Shane just went to get us a drink...he will be back any minute." I protested though my hand began to move more quickly up and down the length of his shaft now that there was less restriction on my movements with his pants undone.

He laughed and leaned so close into my ear that I could feel his words as much as I could hear them.... "Honey I hope you aren't very thirsty because your hubby never left to get those drinks...he has been standing ten feet away watching his little wifey act like a wanton slut for the past ten minutes."

I knew without looking that he wasn't just teasing me. I turned my head slowly to the left and my eyes locked immediately onto my husbands. I stared at him nervously....my hand stopped caressing the cock it was holding, but I couldn't make myself turn loose of it. It was as if I was in a trance as I stood there staring at Shane while my hand was closed around Johnny's huge cock. 

Johnny chose that moment to finally pull aside the crotch of my panties and I felt his fingers push easily into my dripping wet cunt. I gasped at the intrusion and squinted my eyes without totally losing sight of my husband's face. His stare was intense and yet expressionless. I saw his eyes dart downward and knew that even if he couldn't see what my right hand was doing he could certainly see what Johnny's was doing.

My mind raced with unanswered questions. Obviously he could tell this stranger had his hand under my skirt, but could he tell that he wasn't just rubbing and getting a feel....could he read on my face the instant that his fingers had been shoved into my pussy? He had to notice that my right arm was around behind my back, but did he know that as he was watching me I had my hand inside this mans shorts closed around his bare cock? Most importantly could he see in my eyes how much I wanted to take that cock into my mouth....to suck it as far down my throat as possible while I looked up into this mans controlling glare....how desperately I wanted to feel it press against my opening and push its way into my tightness....feeling it stretch me like nothing ever had and finding depths of my pussy that until now were unexplored?

As though he were reading my mind he whispered again in my ear... "You know he can see what my hand is doing under your skirt right? Think he can tell you have my dick in your hand?"

"I don't know" I answered without indicating that I was concerned one way or the other and without taking my eyes off Shane.

"Let's clear it up for him, shall we? Take your hand out and bring it up to your face....spit into it and then put it back where it was" he ordered.

Several seconds passed and I didn't move. "Think about how hard his cock is just wondering what your hand is doing. Imagine it jerking like you know it will when he sees you put your hand, wet with your spit, into my pants."

Those were exactly the words I needed to overcome my hesitation. I released his cock and saw Shane's eyes following my arm as I brought my hand to my face. The look that came over his face as I spit into my hand and then returned it behind my back made we wonder if he had just cum in his pants.

I rubbed the spit in the palm of my hand over the head of Johnny's cock and then used the wetness to grip it firmly and slide my hand all the way to the base. The dryness before had limited my motion to mostly just pulling on it...the wetness now allowed me to fully relish its incredible length as my hand slid easily all the way up and down the shaft.

My heart was racing at an incredible pace when Johnny gestured to Shane that he should come closer. As Shane closed the steps between us I could not imagine what would happen next. His eyes were fixated on the tiny amount of space between my back and Johnny's body. I watched his face, knowing that he could see my tiny hand slipping back and forth on Johnny's huge cock.

Johnny's confident demeanor was apparently not reserved just for me. "You have one very hot little slut for a wife, you know?"

"Yes...I know" Shane muttered.

"She has a really nice set of tits and I don't think I have ever felt a bitch get this wet."

Shane just stood there...his eyes moving back and forth between looking at the obvious movement of Johnny's hand under my skirt and my hand jacking off his cock. I suppose I should have felt some humiliation at being callously referred to as a bitch and a slut, but was too lost in the moment to register it.

"So tell me....do you just not mind that I have my fingers buried in your little woman's cunt or do you actually like it?"

A lengthy pause was followed by his answer...."I like it"

Johnny chuckled at the answer and shoved what felt like a third or fourth finger into me causing me to wince and moan at the added intrusion.

"I have a suggestion. This is your little slut so I am going to let you guys make a decision. I am going to put her panties in her hand. If she wants to take this little party somewhere more private....she can hand them to you. If you want to watch her do more than just get worked up and played with then you can reach out and take them. If you take them well....that is like handing over the keys to your car. She may still belong to you, but she will be my little slut to drive around for a while."

For a brief moment it occurred to me to wonder how my panties were going to get into my hand. His fingers had slipped out of me and his second hand came around my waist. In a flash I could feel and hear the fabric of my panties being ripped off into his hands.

He slipped my torn panties into my hand. They felt like I had taken them straight out of the wash they were so wet. I squeezed them in my hand for a moment....then reached out and instead of waiting for him to choose whether to take them....I glared deep into my husbands eyes as I pushed them into the pocket of his shorts.

Johnny laughed out loud at the gesture. He knew that I had just eliminated the relevance of Shane's choice. I knew he would take them, but I didn't want him to get to choose. Still, my suspicion of which way he would have chosen was put to rest when I saw his hand go into his pocket and could see he was feeling of them....appraising their wetness and grinning.

Not another word was spoken as Johnny zipped his pants and took a long sip to finish whatever he had been drinking. When he finished he took my hand and began to lead me from the bar with Shane in tow.

We must have made quite a sight walking down the street to our hotel. I was holding Shane's hand and Johnny had turned loose of my other in favor of keeping his on my ass the entire time. Occasionally I would feel him lift the tiny ruffles of my skirt baring my ass to anyone watching as he squeezed my cheeks. The dichotomy of the situation could not have been more complete...my loving husband walking hand in hand with me as my new found stud treated me like his fuck doll in full display of everyone in sight. 

Our room was on the 9th floor and the elevator ride made up in significance what it may have lacked in duration. This being our third night at the hotel and having checked in late the first night, this shift of hotel staff recognized us and nodded and smiled as we strolled past them toward the elevator. I could feel their knowing eyes on the three of us. Johnny cleared up any doubts in their minds by pulling me tight against him as soon as we entered the elevator and began kissing me deeply before the doors even began to close.

His grip tightened like a vise on my ass cheeks as his tongue explored my mouth. Despite having been mauled by him in front of Shane continuously over the last hour or so, there was a whole new level of eroticism as he kissed me for the first time. He had plundered my pussy with his fingers and man-handled my breasts and ass in open display, but here...in the privacy of this small space....he was kissing me passionately in front of my husband while my hand was still held by his. 

It was my final surrender. I was going to fuck this man. I wanted it....badly....I wanted Shane to witness it and see me enjoy it.

Shane opened the door to our room and as we entered Johnny asked him if we had anything to drink. Our room was a suite with a separate bedroom and a full kitchen area in the living room. Shane answered that we had beer and water and went to the fridge to get the beer than Johnny asked for. 

While he stopped at the fridge Johnny pulled me on into the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed and he stopped just a couple of feet from me. "Take off your top and your bra...."

My feet stood planted where they where as I reached up and lifted my top. I dropped it on the floor carelessly and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. I felt strange standing in front of this man being appraised like some piece of meat. I could see Shane over his shoulder standing in the doorway seemingly frozen in place holding two beers.

Johnny closed the space between us to just a few inches. His hands came up and cupped my tits. He shook them for a few seconds as though he was assessing their weight in his palms. "Goddamn those are nice titties..." With one hand he held my right breast and suddenly brought his other down slapping it. I winced at the sting of his slap, but resisted the urge to complain about it.

He leaned down and sucked each nipple into his mouth like he was done with the visual and physical inspection and now we were on to the taste test. My nipples hardened as he first gently sucked each into his mouth and then sucked harder and nibbled on them. I purred softly and watched Shane, who was watching this man suckle my breasts. 

His lips released my nipple as I felt his hands on my hips urging me to turn around. When I was turned facing the bed with my back to him he pushed me forward. His strong hands gripped my waist lifting it, encouraging me to put my knees on the mattress. In this position I knew the ruffles of my skirt did nothing to hide my ass or my pussy. I knelt on all fours on the mattress while his hands roamed across my body. They would slip under me to feel the weight of my free hanging breasts and then slip softly up my legs and into my crotch. His fingers would trace the length of my slit without quite penetrating it.

He raised his hands several times landing sharp smacks across my bottom. "Shane you are one very lucky man. That is a fantastic ass. Does she let you fuck it?"

I noticed that Shane had moved to sit in a chair near the foot of the bed when he responded.... "a few times."

"Mmmmm...I bet that ass looks good with a cock going in and out of it. Turn around..."

I turned around still kneeling on all fours, but now facing my new lover and reached out with one hand and slid it inside his shorts. I smiled into his grinning face as I fondled his heavy balls.

"Take off my pants...."

His shorts fell to the floor as I unbuttoned them and then pulled down on his boxers until they fell also. It was the first time that I had gotten to actually see it. It was fucking HUGE! I mean....'oh my god' kinda huge! It was at least as long as my new plastic toy and probably an inch bigger around. Instinctively my hand reached out and started stroking it. Remembering his earlier instruction I spit directly onto it and rubbed it in.

I could see a drop of pre-cum form and wanted badly to taste it. I started moving my face toward it when I felt his hand under my chin raising my face to look up at him. "So you are a cock sucking little slut huh....is that what you want...you want to put my cock in your mouth and suck on it?"

"Yes"

"Yes what? I think if poor Shane there has to watch you suck another mans cock he should at least know how bad you want it....don't you?"

"Yes...I want to suck it....please....I want to taste it...I want to feel it pulse in my mouth as it slides down my throat....please."

"Ummmm...that's better....and what does that make you?"

My face still held in his hand, my eyes locked on his..... "your cock sucking slut...it makes me a cock sucking slut." The words fell freely from my mouth. Shane always encouraged me to talk dirty, but somehow it always felt like I was making an effort to do it. Now I didn't feel like a wife having great sex with my husband and trying to please him...I felt like a dirty slut begging for cock.

"Well, I am convinced, but I think you should ask your hubby what he thinks."

I smiled widely at him before turning to face Shane. "Can I please suck his cock baby....please...I can't help it....you wanted me to act like a slut for you and now I can't help it. Please let me taste him...."

Shane was rubbing his cock through his pants as he nodded.

I turned my gaze to Johnny as I lifted up his cock so I could lick its full length while staring at him. My free hand fondled his balls as my mouth gave them a tongue bath. My tongue reached the head of his dick and captured the drops of cum leaking from it....telling me he wanted it in my mouth as badly as I did.

My lips closed around the head and I let them slide as far onto his shaft as I could take it and simply held it there for a moment. My mouth was stretched so far by its girth that I could only take the first couple of inches. Slowly I started sliding it in and out of my mouth...occasionally stopping to lick around the head or down the shaft.

I took my hand and placed it on his ass pulling him towards me....forcing more and more of it into my mouth. I reached a rapid pace of sliding that monster into my mouth and then suddenly pulling his ass toward me....forcing it into my throat until I gagged. I would pull off after each such attempt to deep throat him and look up at him...my spit forming a string between my lips and his cock head.

He eventually placed a hand on each side of my head and quite literally fucked my face with his dick. I was aware of the sounds as he would fuck it quickly in and out of my mouth and then pull my head back...holding me still with my tongue stuck out as he would slap me with his cock. My spit had soaked his shaft until it was dripping off of his balls.

He looked over at Shane while he slapped his dick on my face...."Holy fuck....she wasn't kidding...your little woman is a natural cocksucker. Look at her...the little bitch is hungry for it." 

Finally, he pulled my face from his cock and looked at me..... "mmm....so Julie, are you still wet my little slut?"

"Yesss...." I gasped.

"Turn around."

Obediently, I turned on the bed so once again my dripping wet pussy was presented to him. One of his hands pulled upwards on my hips while the other pushed down on my back....forcing my face and chest down into the mattress while raising my pussy to the level of his crotch. I felt the head of his cock press against my slit and then teasingly slip back and forth along it.

"You know the routine by now Julie....convince Shane and I that this is what you want."

"I want it....please give it to me."

"Want what slut....give you what?"

"I want your cock....I need it....I need to feel it stretch my tight little married cunt....please...please fuck me."

"What do you think Shane? You convinced?"

He sounded almost as breathless as me when he answered.... "yes....give it to her....fuck her."

Johnny spoke to Shane again.... "come here....if this is really the first dick she has had other than yours since you were married I think you ought to at least come over where you can see it."

Shane rose from his chair and came over beside me on the bed. He leaned over the bed and lowered his face to kiss me while his hand grabbed mine. I don't know what was more bizarre to me....that he was kissing me knowing my mouth had just been used by another mans cock or that he was kissing me while that same huge cock was poised to penetrate me.

As he broke the kiss and sat up...still holding my hand...Johnny pushed his hips forward forcing himself into me. If I had not been so wet it never would have worked. I had never felt so full. I had read stories describing how women were stretched by their large lovers, but could not have conceived fully what they meant. I remembered thinking earlier how it felt like there was a small bat behind me and now my little body was fully impaled on it.

"Ummmhhhh....shit.....man your little pussy is wet. I think that is the first time I have ever slid into a woman in one stroke without even needing any lube. Ohhh fuck that feels good."

I was moaning and grunting into the mattress as I heard Shane speak to me.... "how does it feel sweetie....does it feel good?"

"Ohhhh....god yes....ohhhh....fuck me....please...fuck me."

I am surprised that I didn't hurt Shane's hand squeezing it as Johnny began to slide in and out of me. 

"I like hearing you beg for it you little slut...."

"Please don't stop!! Oh SHIT that feels fucking incredible....faster...harder....PLEASE....fuck me harder damnit!!!"

"That's it baby...let Shane hear you beg for that big cock in your tight little married cunt...."

One hand was pulling my hips harder into him while the other had gathered a handful of my hair and he was using it to yank me back and forth against his pounding. "Ohhh god I'm cumming.....ohhh fuck.....don't stop....OHHHH FUCKKK!!!!" 

I literally screamed....I don't think I had ever totally lost control and truly screamed in orgasm. Concern for who it might disturb never even crossed my mind.




Julie's New Orleans Adventure Ch. 01



As my orgasm eventually ceased racking my body Johnny pulled out of me and crawled up laying down on the bed. I moved over until I was kneeling between his legs and started licking and sucking my own juices from his cock. 

He pulled me up over him and kissed me. "I fucked you....now I want to watch you fuck me."

I lowered my pussy onto his cock as he kissed me and felt his hands moving all over me. They would roam across my back and then find themselves kneading the cheeks of my ass as I rose and fell onto him repeatedly. 

Throughout everything Shane had remained on the bed beside us and would occasionally hold my hand while I fucked my young lover. I didn't even notice he had gotten undressed until I felt him place my hand on his cock. I was stroking it slowly when I heard Johnny.... "suck your husband while you fuck me."

I turned the top half of my body and took my husbands cock in my mouth. I doubt the contrast was lost on anyone when I was able to swallow his entire cock into my mouth. He has always been just large enough that I couldn't ever take him quite all the way in....apparently my limits had been expanded.

If having my body ravaged by a young stud with a huge cock, while my husband watched, had in anyway failed to make me feel like a completely whorish slut...having his cock in my mouth while I slid my pussy up and down on that studs cock did it. 

I replaced my mouth on his cock with my hand and looked at Johnny.... "I want his cock in my ass." I felt Shane's dick jerk in my hand when he heard what I said. I rarely let him have my ass, but it is such a turn on for him that even under normal circumstances the thrill for him is enough that he struggles not to cum so quickly that he doesn't get to really relish it. Under these circumstances I really hoped he would even last long enough to get it all the way in.

That Shane didn't immediately move to take advantage of my offer was telling that he caught the full implication....I hadn't offered my asshole to him...I had requested Johnny's permission to give it to him.

"Mmmm....you are full of surprises my little slut. He can have your little asshole if wants, but you will have to ask him if he even wants it."

In response to being granted my request I kissed him....my hips continued to move against his crotch....fucking him as I kissed him passionately. I broke the kiss and turned my face to Shane looking into his eyes with pure wanton lust.

"You want to fuck my ass honey? Would you please? I want to feel completely full of cock.....I want to feel you press into my tight little asshole while Johnny's cock is stretching my pussy."

We scooted back to the edge of the bed where Shane could stand and fulfill my request. Johnny grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them presenting my ass to him.

I looked at him over my shoulder.... "do you like that honey....you like seeing my cunt stretched full of cock and my lover spreading me open for you?"

He never said a word. I stopped moving my hips and felt his cock begin to press against my smallest opening. I slipped off into some other dimension as I felt him start to penetrate me. It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. "Ohhh....god I feel so full....." 

I moaned and grunted into Johnny's mouth....kissing him deeply while my husband shoved himself in and out of my ass. Johnny and I laid motionless....kissing deeply the whole time....with his cock still buried deeply inside me while Shane used my ass to pleasure himself.

Johnny teased me mercilessly throughout.... "Mmmm...you like having two cocks in you my little whore....such a good wife letting her hubby get a piece of your ass...."

Shane lasted longer than I thought he would before I finally felt him pull out and felt a splash of his cum land on my back. I looked, smiling over my shoulder at him as he came and he shot so far across my back that I giggled as I felt a stream of it splash against the side of my face. I could feel the rest of it running between my thighs mingling with all the other juices there.

As he stepped back away from the bed Johnny turned me over on my back and quickly re-entered me. With my ass still at the edge of the bed, he stood, and I raised my legs placing them on his shoulders. The look he gave me was quite clear....any pretense of this being about me was over....he intended to use my body to cum.

"Now that he had his don't you think it is my turn baby?"

"Yes....cum in me...please...."

His face was intense and almost angry looking as he started pummeling me at an incredible pace. His hands latched on to my tits and he used them as a grip while he forced himself roughly into me..."You like that slut....you like having your little cunt used for my pleasure don't you?"

"Yes...fuck yes....ohhh yeahhh....fuck me damnit....use my pussy....ahh shit yes....fuck me....harder...is that as hard as you can fuck damnit?!?!" He shoved even harder... "OHHH god yes!!!"

I felt the head of his cock swell inside me as he shoved one last time so hard that his weight drove my body down into the mattress....I was sure that my tits would be bruised he was squeezing them so hard....and then I felt his cum shoot so hard and so far into me that I was surprised I couldn't taste it.

Shane had laid down on the bed and was resting on one elbow as we scooted further onto the mattress. I rested one hand on his leg and turned to kiss him as we all settled into place. I am sure none of us knew what would happen now, but the question was resolved as we all more passed out than fell asleep really. The last thing I remember is laying there softly kissing my husband as Johnny rolled off of me. I could feel his cum dripping out of me. Typically, I am quick to get up and get cleaned, but I just layed there with this mans cum dripping out of me and my husbands drying on my face.

I know I started this talking about wishing I could tell Shane the whole story and then it appears he was present for the whole thing. Well, it obviously isn't quite that simple. It will probably take another chapter to explain that part completely, but the end of this nights adventures is a pretty good indication.

I don't know how much sleep we got before I was awakened. I had curled up against Shane in my sleep with my back to Johnny. I woke feeling his hands moving down my side, over my hips, caressing my ass, and finally reaching around to feel my breasts. I didn't let on that I was awake as his hands caressed me. I say caressed, but I had no sense that it was a loving caress, more just letting his hands explore me more completely and softly, yet still very sexually.

I don't know if he was expecting my eyes to be open when he rolled me over onto my back away from Shane. He never said a word. Neither did I. In fact I don't think I moved a muscle at all....just laid there perfectly still. He rolled on top of me and stared at me as he spit into his hand and then used it to wet his cock. My eyes closed as he pushed into me.

For the first time I felt guilt as he entered me. I knew Shane would find it a very hot way to wake up, it wasn't that. It was that I didn't want him to wake up. Not because we were sharing a sensual or emotional moment...I truly didn't feel that at all....I just wanted to feel his cock in me and have him use me to make himself cum without it being a show or about anything else.

He put his hand over my mouth stifling my moans as he fucked me slowly. He finally whispered that he couldn't cum moving so carefully and he didn't want to wake Shane. I am sure he thought I was pushing him away for good as I pushed him off of me and out of the bed. As he stood next to the bed looking confused I cleared up his doubts by grabbing his cock and pulling it into my mouth. I never said a word as I sucked him until I could feel him cumming and then jacked his cock with my hand into my open mouth. His cum splattered across my face and into my mouth. I knew he was about to leave and I was incredibly hot knowing his last image of me would be with my face covered in the cum that I had not managed to capture and swallow.

He dressed and then picked up my phone and used it to call himself as he was leaving.

"Never know...you might want to do it again some time."