24 comments/ 186721 views/ 52 favorites Wife's Surprise By: jdmd2626 I watched my wife in the mirror of our bathroom, knowing this was going to be a very special day for her. She spent an unusual amount of time in the shower and was taking great care getting ready for work this morning. I watched as she picked out a black lace half-cup bra. I had bought this for her never thinking she would wear it to work. The cups held the bottom of her breasts perfectly leaving the rest completely bare, her nipples upturned and erect. She then picked out the matching, sheer black thong that I bought for her. She pulled the thong up her long legs and I watched the back tiny sting disappear into the deep crack of her perfect ass. She reached for her bottle of perfume and I watched as she pulled the top front of her thong from her lower belly and sprayed one burst onto what I knew was her cleanly shaven pussy. Then it dawned on me. Her company was holding their annual meetings, which she is heavily involved in and all the heads of divisions across the country were in town for the meetings. She had shared stories of the past parties that went on during the national meetings and the wild times she had. I lingered in the bathroom, my cock growing harder than ever, watching my wife prepare for what I could only imagine. She picked out a blouse, a silky, spaghetti strap maroon chemise. You could see her bare, hard nipples that were being caressed by the silk material, keeping them erect. She picked out a short black skirt that came to mid thigh along with knee high black leather boots. She looked absolutely beautiful, not slutty but rather stunningly sexual. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, my cock still semi hard. She looked at my cock showing underneath the towel, then at me and smiled. I smiled back. No words needed to be spoken. The drive to her office was almost in silence, very few words spoken, I knew both our minds and hearts were racing. Once we reached her office building and she was getting ready to get out of our car, she leaned over to kiss me. This morning's kiss was much deeper than usual and our lips lingered on each others. She took my hand and guided it to her bare right thigh. My hand slid up until my fingers brushed her thong, which was already drenched with her juices. My fingers slid underneath as I gathered her cream on my fingertips, bringing them to my lips. We shared her taste. Once our kiss was broken, she reached into her purse and pulled out a hotel room key, which she placed in my shirt pocket along with a note. My cock grew as I watched her pull down the visor and apply a fresh coat of lipstick to her lips. As she was checking herself out in the mirror she calmly said, I'll email you shortly, Ok?" I nodded as I watched her get out of our car. She leaned in to kiss me again and when she did, the top of her blouse opened. You could see her bare breasts perfectly. She kissed me then turned and walked into her building. I watched her walk away, my cock throbbing, my mind raced with thoughts. As I pulled away, my heart was pounding. What was she up to? My cock throbbed as thoughts flew. We had an open relationship but all the times that she had been with other men, was after a night of partying, ending up in a hot tub or in a hotel room. Never had anything happened during the day or by her making plans. I pulled the room key and note from my shirt pocket. The note simply read "you need to leave work at noon. The room number is 926." The hotel was directly up the street from her office building where the meetings were being held and the attendees stayed. I raced to my office. I opened up my email and there was the email from my wife. I was trembling as I opened it. She wrote "The refrigerator in our room is stocked so help yourself. See you around 12:30. I love you!" I immediately sent my boss an email letting him know that I had to leave for a doctor's appointment and that I would not be returning to the office. My head was spinning all morning and time seemed to crawl. At 11:50 I left and was walking in the hotel room at 12:15. The room was gorgeous, a suite with a separate sitting area. The bedroom was separated from the sitting area by French doors. There was a round table with 2 chairs, a small couch and a beautiful large wooden desk. The bed looked to be a California King and was absolutely huge. I opened up the refrigerator to find an assortment of beer, wine and a bottle of champagne. I smiled to myself knowing what the effect of champagne has on my wife. She gets extremely horny after just a few glasses. I opened a beer and sat at the table. I chugged the beer and got up to get another. The clock showed 12:28 and I sat back down at the table. Slightly after 12:30 I heard voices in the hallway. My heart beat so fast and soon the door was being opened and in walked my wife with three men I had never seen before. The men were all very well dressed in suits, all taller than me and very attractive. My wife came up and leaned over giving me a very deep kiss. She smiled and introduced me to Paul, Mark and Jeff. Paul and Jeff were both about 6' and looked very much in shape. Mark was black, easily 6'4" who looked like a model. When Mark shook my hand, I couldn't believe how small mine was compared to his. My wife sat in the middle of the couch with Mark and Jeff on her left and right. Paul went to the refrigerator and pulled out a round of beers along with the bottle of champagne and a glass for my wife. After a few beers, small talk and a few glasses of champagne, the room grew quiet. My wife got up and went into a closet and pulled a bag out and walked over to me. Paul came over with her. She told me to put my hands behind my back, which I did. Paul took 3 pieces of rope from the bag and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. I looked at my wife for an answer but all she could do was smile at me. My ankles were then secured to the legs of the chair and I was wheeled to the center of the room. My wife sat back down between Mark and Jeff. Mark took my wife's chin in his huge hand and turned her head towards him. Their lips met and I could see my wife's mouth open allowing their tongues to touch. Jeff took his hand and placed it on her thigh and her legs uncrossed and parted slightly. Mark took his hand from her chin and placed it on her other thigh, pulling her legs apart. Jeff slid his hand up her thigh and started rubbing her through the material of her thong. I knew he could feel her hardened clit as a moan escaped her lips. Jeff brought his lips to her neck and whispered, "You are so wet." My wife's legs parted, more, which allowed Mark to slide his hand up to between her legs. I could see his fingers snake inside her thong and I watched as 2 fingers were pushed inside her. She gasped and spread wider draping her legs over Jeff's and Mark's legs completely opening up for them. As Mark started driving his fingers in faster and deeper, Jeff rubbed her clit until I could see her legs start to spasm as her kiss with Mark grew more intense. I watched my wife explode in orgasm in front of me. Paul then walked up in front of my wife and held out his hand for hers. She extended her hand and was pulled up off the couch and into his arms. I watched my wife turn her head up as Paul lowered his lips to hers. His hand cupped her breast and he pinched her nipple between his fingers. My wife's hand was resting on Paul's chest and moved down across his belly until she was grasping his hard cock through his slacks. Her body slid down his until she was on her knees, undoing his belt, unbuttoning his slacks, pulling down his zipper, and reaching in to free his already hardened cock. As it came into sight I was shocked at the length and girth. Her left hand was wrapped around the base as she moved her lips to its head. Her lips parted and she slowly took Paul's thick cock into her mouth, lowering her lips over his shaft. Paul's hands held the back of my wife's head as her right hand cupped his balls, squeezing, as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Before he came, he stood my wife up and they kissed deeply. The kiss was broken when Paul said, "why don't you show your husband what happened in your office last time I was in town?" With that my wife walked over to the large wooden desk, still fully clothed. Paul walked behind her. Holding her from behind he grasped her wrists and placed her hands on the desk, her ass pushing backwards into his cock. His hands moved up her arms and down her sides until they pushed her chemise up and over her shoulders. He then lifted her skirt, bunching it up around her waist. She looked so hot with her skirt pulled up, her black thong visible standing in her black boots. She reached between her legs, pulled her thong to the side and reached further taking Paul's cock into her hand. She pulled him towards her opening, which he slowly entered. I watched my wife's head go back as Paul pushed into her deeper, holding her hip with one hand while the other twisted her nipple. He pulled out almost all the way and I could see her cream covering his long shaft. He then slammed back into her, which made her collapse on the desk. As he started pumping into her harder and faster, his thrusts were met with her ass pushing back, trying to get as much cock into her as she possibly could. Paul was thrusting faster and faster and her moans got louder and louder until I watched my wife's legs start to shake and spasm but Paul would not let up. He kept pounding into her as my wife cried out that she was cumming. Paul was literally holding her up by her hips as he drove relentlessly into my wife, as her orgasm seemed to just intensify. Finally Paul moaned he was coming and my wife's ass started slamming back against him again until Paul slammed one last time into her, holding her hips tight as he drained his balls into her depths. Jeff and Mark stood up as Paul pulled his cock out of my wife. They turned my wife around and removed her thong. They then picked her up, Jeff on one side, Mark on the other, my wife's arms draped across their necks. They carried her over to where I was tied to the chair, opened her legs and told me to clean her. They brought her pussy to my open mouth. I licked her swollen, stretched opening like it was the last thing I'd ever taste. It was wonderful. Her cream mixed with so much of Paul's cum was delicious. She pushed the last of his cum out of her and into my mouth. They let her down and she bent down kissing me deeply, moaning into my mouth. She took some of the cum that I was holding from my mouth and pulled hers back, leaving a fine strand between both our lips until it separated. Mark and Jeff then walked her to the bed as Paul wheeled my chair over to the foot of the bed. Jeff was behind my wife as Mark stood in front of her. Jeff unzipped my wife's skirt, pushed it over her hips and I watched it fall down her legs gathering on the floor. As she stepped out of her skirt, Mark pulled her chemise up over her head. She stood in just her boots and black lace, half-cup bra. Her nipples looked so swollen and hard. My wife reached up to Mark's tie and untied it pulling it from his shirt collar. She then unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back over his massive shoulders and down off his arms. She leaned forward taking one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking on it, as her hands removed his belt, undid his pants and lowered his zipper. She then pushed his pants over his hips leaving him in only boxers. Mark quickly kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants as my wife lowered his boxers to reveal a cock so massive I gasped. He was huge with a very thick black steely shaft capped with what was a huge head. His cock looked easily 10" long. My wife sat on the bed and grasped that cock with both hands as her mouth took his head in. I watched in amazement as she worked his head into her mouth. I watched as her lips descended down his shaft, wrapped so tight around his thickness. I knew her tongue was working wonders from the moans that Mark emitted. As my wife moved her mouth back up his shaft, it left his dark cock shining. Jeff then pulled my wife back, laying her down on the bed with her knees bent over the edge. Mark dropped to his knees as Jeff quickly undressed. Mark spread my wife's legs and moved his mouth to her pussy as Jeff positioned his cock in front of my wife's mouth, which she quickly swallowed. I could hear her muffled moans as Mark worked his tongue on her clit and Jeff pumped his cock in and out of her beautiful mouth. This continued until I watched her belly start to contract. She reached up and put her hands around Jeff's ass pulling his cock deeper into her mouth as her body started convulsing in orgasm. A loud moan came from her but she never released Jeff's cock from her mouth, obviously not wanting to loose such a wonderful feeling. Mark held her hips tightly, not letting her escape from the pleasure his tongue was giving her. As her orgasm subsided, Jeff pulled his cock out of her mouth as Mark climbed onto the bed lying on his back. Mark reached and pulled my wife up over his body. Jeff quickly reached up and pulled her hips back towards him. Her mouth found Marks cock as Jeff pushed his hard cock into her. Jeff took his time slowly grinding his cock deep into my wife's pussy, as she grinded her ass back against him. Both her hands were stroking the base of Mark's massive cock her mouth took as much of his cock. Mark's strong hands were holding my wife's head in place not letting her move her mouth up his shaft. Jeff's right hand went from her hip to between their bodies, tracing a finger up and down the crack of her ass. Jeff pulled out and lowered his body so his mouth could suck on my wife's dripping pussy. I watched Jeff move his mouth from her pussy to her ass and as his lips touched her ass, she pushed her hips back. This was all Jeff needed as his mouth concentrated on her puckered asshole driving his tongue as deep as he could. I watched my wife's stokes of Mark's huge cock grow faster and when Jeff pulled his mouth away and slipped a finger deep into her ass. My wife's mouth came off Mark's cock and a loud "Yessssssssss" echoed through the room. Paul, who had been watching all of this climbed up on the bed and moved his hand to my wife's breast. I watched as he pulled her nipples and played with her breasts, as she worked Mark's cock with both of her hands and mouth and Paul licked her pussy as his fingers drove into her ass. She was in complete ecstasy and was on the verge of cumming again when Jeff and Paul got on each side of her and eased her back away from Mark. I knew what was coming. She was going to mount that massive cock. My wife was picked up, her arms over both Jeff's and Paul's shoulders and placed in a way that she was straddling Marks hips. Mark reached his hand down to the base of his cock and pushed it so it was sticking straight up. Jeff and Paul placed my wife's opening on the tip of Mark's cock and slowly lowered her; impaling her onto the largest cock I've ever seen her take. As she was forced lower, I watched her beautiful pussy stretching around Mark's thick black shaft. Her head swung back with her eyes closed and what escaped her lips was the loudest guttural moan I've ever heard. As her knees finally reached the bed her body feel forward onto Marks chest his hands held her hips firmly. Only half of Mark's cock was inside of my wife when he started raising and lowering her onto his cock. The cream that poured from my wife's stretched pussy covered Mark's cock almost making it look white. It dripped down around his huge balls with every thrust he made into my wife. I watched her take more and more until finally her pussy was stretched around the bottom of his cock. Mark then grabbed both ass checks hard and started thrusting up into my wife as hard as he could. I watched my wife's body raise up into a sitting position, head thrown back, mouth open, as she was speared relentlessly by what was the thickest, longest cock ever inside of her. She brought her hands to her breasts and when she pulled her nipples I watched her body go into complete spasms. Mark did not let up and continued fucking into her with all his might until her body feel forward. Jeff moved behind my wife with his hard cock in hand as Mark spread her ass checks, opening her to him, his cock still deeply buried in my wife. Jeff spread some of the cream from Marks cock up into her ass pushing two fingers inside her. My wife pushed back moaning as I watched Jeff's fingers disappear. He then pulled out, lined his cock up and as I watched my wife take his cock deep into her ass with Mark still buried in her pussy to the hilt, her body went into spasms again and I came in my pants. My cock would not stop spurting as I watched my wife take two cocks, one in ass and a huge, black cock deep in her pussy. Mark worked his cock in and out and every time my wife pushed back onto his shaft Jeff thrusted forward in perfect rhythm. This went on for what seemed forever with my wife in constant orgasm until Mark screamed he was coming, which sent Jeff over the edge. My wife let out a loud "Yesssssssssss" as she was filled by both men's cum. My wife lay collapsed on Mark's chest, whimpering mindlessly as Jeff eased his cock out of her ass, leaving it agape with his cum pouring out onto Mark's balls. Paul came to me and untied my hands and feet. Mark lifted my wife off his cock and turned her on the bed so she was lying on her back. Once I was untied I crawled onto the bed and buried my face into her beautifully stretched pussy, sucking her for all I was worth. I felt globs of Mark's cum fill my mouth. I then moved my body up my wife's and pushed my still hard cock into her as we kissed. As I passed Mark's cum from my mouth to hers I erupted inside of her. I fell to her side and cradled her in my arms, as Paul, Jeff and Mark dressed. Once dressed, all three came over and kissed my wife, shook my hand and left. My wife, still trembling from the incredible fucking she just experienced, put her head on my chest, whispered "I love you" and quietly fell asleep. Wife's Surprise In a corner in the room he enters -expecting to see his wife- sits a lady. Slightly shocked he hesitates a moment in the door, his hand still on the handle and takes in the sight. Her pushed up high breasts nearly fall out of a black corset, trimmed and laced with red satin. Her hair is a mass of bright shiny black with a reddish glow. Shiny sheer black stockings are attached by sparkling clips to the corset. The bands are partly hidden by the black lace of what seem to be French panties. Slender feet in black, quite high-heeled pumps. A black mask follows the contours of her face, not really hiding it, but changing her into a known-unknown person. His wife promised him a surprise -to do with whatever he wanted to- if he would go to the address she gave him. He checks his mind, suddenly doubting if he really is at the address she gave him. Street is the right one; number too. The apartment, the code she told him, did open this door. He is where she wants him to be. He closes the door behind him, turns around to savor the sight once again. Luscious, is the thought prevailing in his brain. The lady in the chair holds up her hand, presents him an envelope. He hesitates, ignores her willingly and looks around him, into the darker corners of the room. A bed. Big, spread with a black sheet, glowing softly in the shadowy light. Numerous black and white cushions. Fluffy ones, hard ones, small ones, big ones. A black leather sofa, also adorned with several of the same cushions. A small club table, some burning candles on it. A lighted candle on each bedside-table, a big candle stands beside the tempting figure on the floor. That is all. A door. Slightly ajar. He scrutinizes, sees some white tiling, decides it is the bathroom. A thought forms in his mind. "Just a moment, please," he tells the silent form in the chair and walks over to the bathroom. It is empty. His wife isn't there. He washes his hands, dries them on a soft burgundy red towel. Purposeful he walks over to the lady and takes the envelope out of her hand, his eyes wandering over the mounds of her breasts. A moment he turns the envelope around in his hands, glances down, no letters on it. His eyes lock on her mounds again, a slight smile appears on his face and he tucks the envelope in the inner pocket of his coat. The lady tenses as he does this. Her whole posture, before so confident and radiating lust, now is one of almost distress. She hasn't changed her stance, her legs are still crossed at the ankles, her one hand still rests on her thigh where she laid it down after he took the envelope; her other arm is draped alongside her body, the hand still rests on the cushioned armrest. Her head leans against the high backrest as before. A royal pose. But now all her muscles are tense. Her glistening eyes disappear for a moment as she closes them. The mask is complete now. Nothing of her features is visible until her open eyes will bring her face alive again. His smile deepens, changes into a slight grin. He steps a bit closer to her, his feet almost touching hers. Her muscles tense even more when he reaches down with his hand. His fingers hover over the skin of her breasts. With a sly smile he touches a spot on her right breast. Only a second before his fingers stroke over the swelling mound, caressing it. It was enough for her to relax completely though. A smile appears around her mouth and she opens her eyes and lips. At once he puts a finger on her mouth. He steps away from her, takes off his coat and walks over to an empty coat stand. He feels her eyes following his movements. A moment he wonders where her clothes are; she wouldn't have arrived dressed like this without at least wearing a long overcoat. After he has hung his coat on the stand, he opens his suit coat and loosens his tie. His eyes locked on hers, he takes his coat off, opens his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves after he put the coat on a hanger on the stand. Confident paces bring him in front of the sofa half opposite her chair. In sitting down, he takes his tie off and plays with it. The silk glides through his fingers as he rolls it. Hiding a gleeful smirk he notes her eyes are locked on his fingers and the tie. He props a cushion behind his back, moves his back smoothly farther down on the sofa until he has found a comfortable position. A position he knows will show her what has happened beneath the fabric covering his loins. Leisurely he beckons her over. She gasps audible before she gracefully rises to her feet. A few steps -the soft taps of her heels on the parquet the only sounds- place her beside him. She moves to sit down, and freezes as he shakes his head once. His legs were spread already, now he places his feet a bit farther apart and bends his head slightly, his eyes wandering to the space between his thighs and back to her face. Again she takes a deep breath. Carefully she steps around his leg, over his foot. Her eyes locked on his, she slowly kneels down. Gently his hand lands on her hair, caresses the top of her head before he directs it to where he wants it. Following his lead she bows her head over his loins, lays her cheek against the bulge in his trousers. A long moment nothing occurs. Both take tranquil deep breaths, contented with what has happened until now. Slowly he leans his head against the backrest and closes his eyes. She rubs her cheek over the bulge. "Yes," he says in a deep voice. She startles a moment, pulls her cheek away from his bulge after that. His eyes wander over the mask she wears. An intricate pattern of lace and satin covers her face, only leaving her eyes and mouth free. His fingers wander from the back of her head onto the mask, caress it as if it were her skin. A soft purring noise escapes her lips; he doesn't know if it because he caresses her, or because her fingers caress his bulge. Both, he decides. The material of the mask is stiff and hard under his fingers even if it fits her perfectly. She opens his fly while his fingers return to the back of her head. Probing he tugs at the satin band which keeps the mask to her face. She freezes and a slight shake of her head tells him not to continue. A pensive expression appears on his face as he ponders if maybe that was something written in the letter now unread in his pocket. He wants to see her face though. His face lightens, not only because she has opened his trousers completely now, even his belt is undone, but also because he had thought of a possibility to see her without her being unmasked. Enjoying her fingers stroking his cock over his boxers he ponders the idea that just started to form in his mind. Slowly he reaches beside him and retrieves his tie. His other hand takes her right and places it behind her head on the satin bow. He takes her other hand and places it on the mask. Making sure she is looking at his hands he unrolls his tie and plays with it close before her eyes, playing hide and seek with them. After a few moments the slightest of nods tells him she understood and is willing. He lays the tie before her eyes, holds it loosely in place with his left hand behind her head, while the fingers of his right caress the wrist of her hand before he places one end of the satin band between her fingers. Carefully he pulls at her hand. Slowly one eye of the bow gets smaller, until it disappears and the knot under it is pulled open. He now places her hand on his thigh. Her breath has hastened he notes satisfied. He lays his hand on the hand with which she holds the mask. Teeth softly biting her lower lip she slips her thumb under the material of the mask and pulls it away from her face ever so gently. Like an offering she lays her hand and the upturned mask on his other thigh. The triumphant smile on his face is already hidden for her eyes as he knots his tie behind her head. Anew he leans back on the sofa, pulling her face against his bulge with one hand. Gently his hand rests on her hair as he takes the mask from her hand and holds it in front of his face a moment before he puts it on the sofa beside him. "Now," he says softly. Gently her hands move over his thighs, caressing him, and tantalizing slowly they reach his boxers' waistband. He takes a deep breath as she shoves her fingertips under the fabric thereby touching the throbbing head before she slowly pulls his boxers down over his cock, only millimeters from her face. A shiver runs down his spine as he feels her breath on his pulsing cock and her fingers slipping between his legs until they cup his balls. Softly his hand pulls her closer until her lips touch the shaft. A soft sigh escapes her mouth and her warm breath causes a new shiver to run down his spine. A moment she only rests her lips against his hot skin. He strokes her hair. Her soft lips move into a kiss-mouth, slowly she increases the pressure with which they rest against his hard shaft. Lost in the moment he feels it harden even more. As slowly as before, she releases the pressure as her lips soften again. His turn to increase pressure now, he decides, and presses his hand against her hair until he feels her skin under his fingers. Obediently she forms a kiss-mouth again. A long moment she rests her mouth on his cock in a kissing posture, her warm, hasty breath caressing his skin. Encouraging her he moves his fingertips up and down on her head. Responding his gesture she moves her lips over his shaft. Only millimeters she moves them up and down, the sensation it stirs though, turns his breathing in a soft groan. She leans forward on her knees, glides her lips upwards until they rest on his throbbing head. Softly she presses them on the top, until they part and ease over his hot flesh. Her hair tickles the tiny part of his loins and his stomach not covered by his shirt and trousers. Torn between pushing her down and pulling his clothes away, he lifts his head, opens his eyes and gasps as he takes the sight in. Gently he lifts his hips from the cushions, and not needing words to tell her what he wants, her hand on the right side, his on the left, they pull his trousers farther down. When he sets his behind back on the sofa, it is nearer to the edge and his balls are pressed in her hand. Accompanied by subtle moves of her lips, she eases her hand back until she is able to move her fingers and thumb; her fingers massage his balls tenderly while her thumb does the same with the base of his cock. Her other hand, half on his trousers, half on his skin, she gently kneads his thigh as she withdraws her lips from his head to kiss his shaft. Her head turned sideways, she plants little kisses all over his cock, alternating them with little licks of her hot tongue. Savoring the sensations he leans his head against the backrest again and now finds his head in a position enabling him to watch her from under his eyelids. The sight is as tantalizing as the feelings until slight irregularities in her before so pleasingly smooth actions cause him to frown slightly. It crosses his mind she isn't used to kneel on a hard floor for a long time. He ponders to hand her one of the cushions to kneel upon. An other thought makes him tug gently but steady at the ends of his tie until she lifts her head from his cock, making a soft, protesting sound. His hands glide over her shoulders, caress the smooth skin of her arms before he takes her hands in his and squeezes them tenderly while she sits back on her feet, her mouth slightly open. He senses she wants to ask him why and quickly he puts a silencing finger against her lips. If there should be talking it will be his, he decided when he touched the scar on her breast. His hands under her elbows he eases her up until she stands between his legs. Looking up along her figure he admires her, his hands now gliding up and down over the corset, never more than just his fingertips touching her skin until he rests his hands on her hips. With a content sigh she lays her hands on his underarms, rubbing his wrists with her thumbs. It springs to his mind how only moments ago one of her thumbs rubbed the base of his cock in the same way and the thought makes it quiver. Teasingly he rubs his thumbs over the slick fabric of her panties, wondering if it is silk. As tight as the corset fits around her hips, waist and chest, as free the fabric covers her buttocks. The small gasps she makes tell him she enjoys this little teasing play with her while he debates with himself if he should hook his thumbs behind the waistband and pull the panties down, or if he should wait -and tease himself a bit longer too. With a quick movement and a loud gasp from her he slides his hands down her hips and then up again his fingers along the garter bands inside her panties. A gleeful smirk around his mouth he notices how she trembles on her legs for a moment before her hands lie on his underarms again. A happy smile around her lips she throws her head back and moans hard as his fingers near her lips and satisfied he smiles when he notes how moist the crotch of her panties are. A strong grip around her thighs he pulls her closer. His move was too unexpected for her and made her stumble on her high heels and with a soft squeal and a hand that landed on his shoulder by accident she catches herself. Grinning he pulls her even closer until he is able to kiss her breasts. He isn't able to concentrate fully enough to his liking on what he is doing, too much of her weight presses on his shoulder as she tries to not kneel on his lap. "Spread your feet wide", he commands her and, her legs touching his, he takes her hands in his and -her own weight now pressing her breasts around his face- he places them in her tantalizing small waist. His hands on hers, he pushes her away a tiny bit. Just far enough her breasts touch his face every time she takes a breath. Which happens quite often. His mouth wanders over her warm skin, caressing his lips. Her breasts are full and voluptuous, quite firm to the touch the way they are pressed up by the corset. Teasingly he paints a muster on them with just the tip of his tongue. Soft moans and a stretched throat because she has bent her back again, only increase his pleasure. After a little while he wants more and pushes her a bit farther away, to feast his eyes on the mounds. Suddenly his eye falls on a small red-brown rand just above the corset-line. He draws in a sharp breath as he realizes this is her aureole. Grinning he lays his cheek against the mound and with slight upwards moves of his head he eases a bit more of her breast out off the corset. Small gasps tell him she feels his five o'clock shadow rubbing against her skin and how she enjoys it. Not long and a hard nipple pops out of the corset. He kisses it once and takes his head back, to take the sight in. He blows air over it. Watches satisfied how she trembles, but also notes the stance he put her in, is taking a toll on her muscles. "Up", he breathes against her chest. His hands help her and as soon as she is standing upright between his legs. Hoarsely he tells her to put her feet a bit closer together. With his hands on her hips he turns her around. The backside is very pleasing to look at and he wishes to see more. He strokes her back, tugs at the lacing of the corset. His hands as high on her back as he can reach he tips his fingertips against her back. "Bend," he tells her. A long moment she hesitates and then she bends forward in her hips, pushing her behind back at him. His forefingers follow the straps over her cheeks, disappearing under her panties all the way up to the rand of the corset. Seconds later he lays his hands on these soft and lush mounds, caresses them with his whole hands. It seems she doesn't know what to do with her hands. She has stroked her hair, froze as his fingers disappeared under her panties, placed her hands on her thighs, on her hips, in her waist. Now his hands glide out from under the silk, back up over it until they stop in her waist. He checks how he is sitting, changes his posture somewhat and pulls hard. The squeal with which she lands on his lap makes him laugh out loud. Quickly he embraces her as she instinctively tries to get up. With a sigh she relaxes and leans against his chest, her head beside his, her neck resting against his shoulder. Again she seems not to know what she should do with her hands, and he lays them on the back of his head. After a moment in which she doesn't move at all, she entwines her fingers in his hair and seeks a more comfortable position for her left leg, which occurs her to wriggle in his lap. Softly he bites in her neck as he realizes how nice silk feels against his skin. Taking all the time the world offers him, he draws his fingers over her arms. Form the back of her hands to her shoulders, over her the pits of her arms to the insides of her wrists, each stroke ending a bit lower on her body until he reaches her breasts and plays with the one hard nipple he eased out before. He circles his fingertip around it, tips it, strokes it, takes it between thumb and forefinger; he pulls, squeezes and turns it to the left and seconds later, after his finger wandered around it once more, to the right. Oblivious to everything else she spreads her legs wider and rocks her hips for- and backwards over his hard cock. He wants to lift his tie from her eyes for a moment, wants to see if her eyes are closed behind it but this temptation he resists. Another one he can't resist any longer. "Get up!" he orders her. Her legs still spread over his, she slowly gets to her feet. Instantly he pulls her panties down under her butt and lays an arm around her stomach. Holding his cock with one hand he pulls her back down. Both pause the moment his cock touches her lips. She moans softly and bends forward, leans her hands on his legs just above his knees. With a deep, longing groan he pushes his hips upwards and enters her. Again both wait for an immeasurable amount of time before she pushes down on him, impaling herself on his throbbing cock. Sitting on his lap again she moans hard and starts to circle her hips around. His hands glide over her leg and her waist, up and down her body until both lie on her bare cheeks. As she continues the small moves of her hips, he strokes her buttocks, his thumbs caressing the cleft between them. The dangling ends of his dark blue and grey tie on the black and red of her corset irritates him. He wished he had put on his black and red tie this morning, or his dark grey one with the gleaming black paisley motives. They wouldn't have clashed with her corset. There is a simply remedy though, he takes the ends in his hands, winds them around her head and tucks them neatly under the first loop he knotted. She squirms a bit while he does this, makes a few soft disapproving noises because he tugs at a few hairs. He smiles, strokes her neck, takes a few strands between his fingers, plays with them. Less hair than before is hanging over his tie. His fingers just above it he eases more hairs out from under the fabric. They are long enough to cover it. She looks wilder now, less lady-like. He can't decide if she looks more sexy or more lusty. It doesn't matter. He wants her to feel what he feels. His hands firmly planted on her buttocks, he pushes her up. After a second she follows his lead, and rises just far enough to keep the pulsing head of his cock inside her. This was not exactly what he had in mind, but nevertheless he groans with pleasure and signs her to lower herself again. Twice more he pushes her up, and twice more he lets her impale herself on his cock. Then he decides it is time, otherwise he would need quite some time to be ready again and he keeps pushing, ignoring her protesting murmurings. She keeps hovering above his loins. Which makes him grin, despite the temptation her black lined arse-cheeks are. He leans forward, and kisses the soft mounds, following the straps running over them. She giggles, moans, wriggles and keeps still. He runs his fingers over the stockings. Wife's Surprise Date Today would be for him... well maybe for her too. She looked over the clothes in the walk in closet trying to decide what to wear. Then she saw the special dress. The sexy red dress she wore for him after he returned from a long absence. It was his home coming gift. She wore thigh high stockings and no panties. Her heels made her already long legs look even longer and sexier. Yes, that is what she would wear tonight. But tonight she would wear it for him. Glancing at the clock Debbie decided she had time to get ready. Her husband would not be home for at least two hours. He would be so surprised. He did not think she would do it. After laying out the clothes she headed for the shower. Hot water splashing on her body, she made sure everything on her was smooth. She took extra time to make sure her pussy was completely shaven and soft; that his how he liked it. Then after drying off; she rubbed lotion all over her body. She loved the feel as her hands explored every inch of her tanned and trimmed body. She spent a little extra time building up her excitement. Debbie took time to fix her hair. She flat ironed it; her long blonde hair would look great with the red dress. As she rolled up the thigh highs, the smiled inwardly knowing the fun and excited that was to come tonight. Then she put on the heels. She admired her tall body in the mirror. Already she was getting wet thinking of the excited. Next she grabbed her camera. She took several pictures of herself before pulling the red dress on; then more pictures; pictures to show what she was wearing and not wearing. No panties tonight; they would just get in the way. Just a few more things to do. She called the car service and arranged a pick up time. Then she printed off the emails and pictures and placed them on the bed. As she did; she wondered how long it would take him to find the clues. Sitting on the bed; looking at the arrangement of emails and pictures knowing her husband's reaction turned her on. She allowed her finger to tease her clit for a while. She was already wet. Hearing a honk from outside, she took out her finger and ran it over the emails. She walked out the door not looking back. The real adventure was just beginning. An hour or so later, a tired husband made his way home and walked through the door. He worked in lower Manhattan and computed by subway to work. On a good day it only took 45 minutes to make the transition; and work was only 10 miles away but the train was still faster than driving. Don't even think about the parking. Normally when he walked in he could hear the sounds of activity in the house. Debbie was a very active person. But today there was just silence. She must be out doing errands, he thought. He dropped his bag by the door and went for a cold beer in the fridge. Looking at the fridge, he noticed that there were no notes on their calendar indicating Debbie's absence. After slowly pouring the beer into his favorite mug, he walked towards the back of the house. Maybe she was taking a nap. Nothing...he glanced in the bathroom to see if she were taking a shower but it too was empty. He did notice that there were some clothes lying about in the closet. That was unusual. Debbie was meticulous in keeping the house straight. He returned to the bedroom. There were things on the bed. Maybe Debbie was working on something and left it there. He reached for his cell phone; punching in her number. It rang but there was no answer. That too was unusual. When prompted he left her a voicemail asking her to call. He glanced back to the bed and took a closer look. The pictures were the first things he noticed. Tony sat down and reached for the pictures. Debbie was wearing her special red dress; she wore that dress for him after returned from a year long deployment. But these pictures were recent. There were pictures of her in nothing but heels, stockings and bra. She looked great. There was a couple of her fingering herself. She had a very seductive look; a knowing smile. He was excited. His cock was throbbing. After looking at the photos he looked at the other items on the bed. They appeared to be printed emails. He picked one up. Quickly reading through them he could not believe his eyes. Blood rushed into his ears. He sat down. Debbie was having an online relationship with a man. He reread the emails. The relationship had been going on for at least two months. His name was Mike. She finally did it. She did. He had been urging her to spice up their sex life by finding an online boyfriend. Debbie had lived an adventurous life before their marriage. She and her previous husband had a threesome with another man shortly after they were married. When Tony had first learned of it he was appalled. He could not imagine how a husband could share his wife with another man; to watch another man fuck his wife! At first Tony and Debbie fought about this; to a point where she refused to talk about it. But Tony kept thinking about it. He noticed how men looked at Debbie when they were out. How she reacted to it. After months disgust turned to intrigue which eventually turned to desire. He wanted to see his wife please a man; to watch her expressions as she had sex while he watched and maybe participated. But Debbie had been very against this which also caused arguments. She thought if they tried it that it would ruin their relationship. Well it looks like she had dived right in. The emails contained very sexual material. It discussed her fantasies and her on line boyfriend's fantasies as well. It was clear that her boyfriend had no idea that she was married. As Tony read through the explicit, intimate correspondence between his wife and this Mike, Tony was extremely hard and excited. Without realizing it he had taken out his cock and was stroking it as he read through the emails. He also found out where she was. Tonight was their first date and it was clear that Debbie wanted Tony to know when and where. He could smell her scent on the emails. He knew she was wet as she prepared her little surprise. Tony glanced at his watch and realized that Debbie's date started just a few minutes before. It was clear she wanted him to know. Tony jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. He was going to watch her in action first hand. As Debbie drove to her date she felt the excitement building. Her excitement was on several levels. She was excited to finally give her husband what he wanted but she was equally excited in the excitement that lay ahead tonight with potentially a new lover, Mike. Regardless, she was still a woman and loved the dynamics of a new relationship. And the feel of a new body in her hands and in her body. She was not sure how far she was willing to go tonight; it would depend on Mike as well as the mood. As she neared the bar, their meeting spot, her phone buzzed, She glanced down and noticed it was Tony. Good he was home. She was going to make him suffer... he would like it. But she did text her new boyfriend to let him know that she would soon be there. Of course he would recognizer her; they had been exchanging very graphic photos. Mike was already there. She told him to order her some wine. She loved a blush. The car pulled up to the curb near the bar in mid Manhattan. Debbie graciously left the car. She noticed the driver eyeing her cleavage as she stepped out. Debbie had beautiful breasts and was well endowed with a 38D cup size. They looked great on her body especially with her flat stomach and great ass. She smiled back at him and adjusted her shirt giving him a great view of her luscious tits. She was feeling very naughty. She entered the bar/pub; one of hundreds along 3rd Avenue. It was classier with lots of brass and oak wood. She scanned the room as she walked in. All eyes were on her. She stood out. Then they saw each other. She let out her breath. Without realizing it she had been holding it. Mike looked great. He was about 6' 1" and maybe 210 lbs. He had dark wavy hair and blues eyes. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "You have to be Debbie or this is one great dream," was his greeting. She too sparkled and answered, "I am Debbie and maybe some of our dreams will com true" The two went towards the back of the bar and sat in a booth. He let her sit then sat next to her, the drink waiting in front of her. She crossed her legs and the skirt rode up. Mike's eyes caught the movement. He quickly looked back at her eyes but he had been caught. Debbie knew she had this one in the bag. They spent a few minutes swapping stories. Debbie put down a couple of drinks and was feeling pretty loose. Her shoe slipped off her foot and started rubbing it up her guy's leg. She giggled as Mike started to stutter. She loved having this effect over men. She leaned into him, her breasts running his arm. She held his hand to keep him from moving. She listened intently as he told her about his work. The only thing Debbie really wanted to do was reach out and grab his growing cock. She was going crazy. She wanted to make her move. She noticed that there was dancing in the back of the restaurant. She asked Mike if he could dance. He stood up, his erection clearly visibly to her eyes. She smiled and stood making sure she brushed his crotch; smiling with her eyes at him. There were a couple of other couples swaying to a slow song. She turned and let him embrace her, pressing closely to his body. As they moved to the music she could feel his erection grow. She nudged it a long as she kissed his neck and straddled Mike's leg. His breathing shortened. In the low lights she brought her hand down slowly and adjusted cock making sure it was straight up. She took a minute to feel it. She purred in his ear. She wanted to taste this monster. There were no thoughts of her husband as she slowly seduced this man. This was no longer to please Tony but to get fucked. Tony was dressed in slacks and a shirt with collar. He reread the emails and looked at the pictures as he took the subway to the bar. His excited was almost too much to contain. The thought that his wife was at a bar with another man was almost intoxicating. He exited the station and made his way to the location in the email that Debbie left. As Tony neared the bar, he took a deep breath and walked in, not sure what to expect. It took a minute for his eye's to adjust. It was dimly lit. At first he could not see her. Maybe she went somewhere else. Maybe the whole thing was a hoax. Maybe she was at the movies laughing to herself that she pulled one over on him. He sat at the bar and ordered a Guinness. Tony looked around the bar taking his time. "Holy Shit!" There she was. She was wearing exactly what she was wearing in the pictures. And she was with him. Mike. She did it. The two of them were dancing on the dance floor in the back of the bar. They could not see him. Tony moved to a position where he could better observe. Debbie was all over this man. She had her body pressed up against him and was nibbling on his ear and neck. Tony felt a twinge of jealousy but that was nothing compared to the arousal of seeing his wife in an intimate position with another man. He noticed that the man's hand was resting on her ass. He could see that Debbie's hand was groping the man's cock every once in a while as they danced. He could not believe how bold she was. She would never do something like that with him when they went out. After a few minutes Debbie and her date returned to their table and returned to drinking and giggling. Clearly the two were having a great time. It looked as Debbie thanked him for the dance and gave him a long kiss. Tony shifted in his seat to adjust his rock hard cock. ****************************************************************************** Debbie was having the best time since moving to the City. She had even forgotten she was married. This man was fun. He was attractive; a great dancer and as she just found out -- a hell of a kisser. The two of them kissed. He kissed like her husband use to kiss her. His boyfriend's kiss made her wet. She wanted this man. After the long wet kiss she listened intently as Mike told her what a great date this was turning out to be. "I'm having a great time too," she said as she rested her hand on his thigh. Making sure no one in the immediate area was watching Debbie moved her hand over the bulge in Mike's pants. Without saying a word she slowly unzipped his pants. She could see the excitement in his eyes as her fingers found a very thick and erect cock. It felt great. She ran her hand to the shaft. With her free hand she moved his napkin over exposed manhood to shield it from casual observers. Mike moaned as she stroked his massiveness. Her mouth was watering to taste this monster. Tony drank has his Guinness. He could see she was leaning into her boyfriend. Trying not to be too obvious, Tony carefully studied his wife as she "entertained" her date. It looked like her hand was on his crotch. He had to get a better look. Finishing up his pint he told the bartender to pour another as he found the bathroom. He knew it was in the back of the place and he would have to pass by them on his way. Waiting until Debbie was kissing her new man, Tony walked quietly back. As he passed their table he could see her hand under the napkin. She was giving him a hand job as they kissed. Tony was so turned on seeing this. He continued on to the bathroom and thankfully was alone. He removed his rigid cocked and stroked it as he replayed the scene he just witnessed. She was so fucking hot! She was on fire and quickly losing control of herself. And she loved it. She felt so slutty. She was having a great time. The two French kissed; tongues exploring the other's mouth. She sucked on Mike's tongue as her hand worked his cock. She was so busy that she didn't notice as Tony walked by. He had passed as the kiss finished. She leaned back and took a deep breath. She needed something in her hungry pussy. She knew what she wanted but knew that would have to wait until later. She leaned back and slightly spread her legs. With her free hand, she hiked up her dress so that it was riding up on her thighs. Taking her boyfriend's hand she placed it on her thigh and gave him the look. Mike leaned into Debbie. As his mouth found her mouth Mike's hand slid up her thigh. His fingers worked the short distance to her waiting pussy. As his fingers brushed her cunt she moaned taking his tongue deep her in mouth. She was soaking wet. His fingers quickly found her hole and Mike entered her wanting cunt. His finger moved in and out finger fucking her in the bar; no one the wiser. She was in ecstasy as her soon to be lover brought her closer. She moved her hand in rhythm on his cock; mimicking her finger fuck. Standing in the restroom Tony stroked himself. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. He had better stop-- he was so close. Fixing himself he quickly washed and left the bathroom. The guy knocking on the door quickly entered needing to relieve himself from his beer. Tony quickly looked in the direction of Debbie's table. Her date was leaning over her giving her a very passionate kiss. As he passed by the table he took a quick look. The date's arm was clearly between her thighs. He could see the forearm extending upward. No doubt that his wife was getting finger fucked that very moment. This was not helping to ease Tony's hard on. When he returned to the bar, the bartender handed him a second Guinness. Glancing back towards Debbie he could see that the session was becoming even more heated. After several minutes of soul kissing and finger fucking, the two broke for air. Deb's guy straightened back in his chair, his very wet fingers coming out of her pussy. Debbie took a breath. Her legs were spread and her red dress hiked up to her waist. Almost all of her thighs were visible to her guy. Her right hand was still grasping and massaging Mike's dick. With her left hand, she took his right hand, the hand that was fingering her and raised it to her mouth. She looked at Mike as she sucked his fingers one at a time performing oral sex on them; her eyes teasing him. As she sucked her juices off his digits her other hand continued to work his very hard cock. He moaned several times. His breathing quickened. Debbie could feel pre-cum on the end of Mike's shaft. She rubbed her finger over it then raised that hand to her mouth tasting the salty nectar. As she did, he took a deep breath. He was close to exploding. "Oh yeah! Go you dirty little girl,' Tony mumbled into his beer as he watched his wife Debbie suck her love juices off her date's fingers. It drove him crazy watching her stare into her date's eyes as she did. It also drove him crazy because she would never do that for him. But at this moment he was past his jealousy. Tony was cheering her on wanting her to go further. She watched as she slowly sucked each of his fingers off. Then she took her right hand from his crotch; the one she knew was giving him the hand job and tasted the tip of it. Apparently this drove the guy crazy. It was driving Tony crazy. He could feel the pre-cum starting to come from his cock as well. Looking around, Debbie took a bold step. She scooted all the way to the left of their booth then leaned over. Her hand guided her new guy's cock to her wanting lips. She could smell the musk as her nose near it. As her lips neared Mike's shaft, her tongue flicked across the tip. Then her lips were on it and wrapped quickly on the hood. Knowing that she did not have much time, she ran her tongue down the shaft until it neared her clinched fist. She briefly caressed his cock before sitting back up. She looked at him pleased with herself. He was on the verge of losing control of himself. She loved having this control over men. What she wanted and needed Debbie could not get in the bar. Debbie whispered in her lover's ear what she intended. Of course Mike agreed. Waving for the waiter to bring the check the two prepared to leave. She guided his hand one more time up her thigh guiding his fingers to explore her wet and wanting cunt one more time. As Mike did this she removed her hand from his pants carefully zipping them up. As the waiter approached the table Mike reluctantly removed his fingers. Somewhat awkwardly he stammered for the check. Tony was somewhat taken by the waiter approaching Debbie's table. It was clear they were leaving. Tony downed his beer and let the bartender know he was ready to leave. Not wanting to wait, he left a $20 on the counter and left. He waited outside for his wife and her boyfriend to exit. He could not risk being spotted. Once outside he reached for his phone and sent Debbie a text message. All it said was, "Hope you are having a great time. Thinking of you." Then he found a somewhat excluded spot near the entrance, in shadows. Pulling his camera from his pocket he turned it on and readied himself. Tony wanted some pictures of tonight for later. He would get off over and over viewing them. It was not a long wait. ****************************************************************************** Debbie and her guy stood, straightening and adjusting their clothes. Both needed to use the restroom before leaving. She thought hard about taking him there. She had fucked before in a restroom. In fact it was in an international airport in Ireland and it was some of the dirtiest sex she had ever had. She liked it dirty. She gave him a kiss and patted his love's tool urging him to hurry. Once she was alone in the room she quickly took care of the more pressing needs then looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. Her hair needed some adjustment. She also made sure her cleavage and breasts were showing. No problem there. Stalling for time she pimped herself a couple more minutes. Part of the game was to make a man wait. When they waited they wanted. Exiting she saw him standing; he was very fidgety. She smiled. It was a clear sign that her date wanted her badly. Wife's Surprise Date Kissing him one more time exchanging tongues she worked at get his piece ready. Feeling it stir she knew it was time. The two walked out arm in arm. Once on the outside Debbie's phone buzzed. She looked at it. It was a text message from Tony. Reading it she chuckled. Glancing down Mike asked it was an important message. "Nope," she replied. "Just some guy who isn't getting what you are about to get." With that she turned towards her man and walked him into the wall. With the thought of her husband fresh in her mind, Debbie wanted to kiss her new lover. Pressing her massive Ds into Mike's chest, she laid on a very sinuous kiss. When she had first met her husband, she would time how long it would take kissing before he got hard. Her husband never lasted more than two minutes. Her lover beat that record by a good sixty seconds. She confirmed this by reaching down and grasping his monster in her hand. A few feet away Tony overheard Debbie's comment. Instead of anger he felt arousal. She was a slut but she was his slut. He almost missed her move. As she pressed her date against the side of the restaurant and laid on a massive kiss, Tony clicked away on the camera. He even caught his wife grasping her date's cock. Debbie grabbed her date by the hand and led him up the street. She kept her eye for a spot. Just a few yards up she saw it -- a secluded entrance to a small alley. At the entrance she looked quickly to see if it offered a little bit of privacy. It did. Without a word she guided her soon to be lover down the passage way. The darkness would conceal them from the street but the soft light of a back entrance would let her see what she needed to see. There was the possibility that the two would get caught but what the fuck. That just made her hotter. Tony began to trail the couple. It was easy. Their minds were wholly concentrated on each other. He watched as Debbie guided her man into an alley. He readied his camera. He could tell that she was on fire. This was going to be great. She saw the perfect spot almost at the end of the alley. Mike was too excited to ask any questions. He knew whatever happened would be good. Debbie pushed his back against the wall and began with a very hot kiss. As she kissed him her hands returned to his pants. She unbuckled his belt and pants. Then she carefully unzipped his pants. Without much effort a very erect cock sprang out. She took it in her hands. Breaking the kiss she gave Mike a very playful smile. Then her gaze drifted down. Debbie licked her lips and dropped to her knees. She felt so naughty. In her red dress kneeling an alley wearing her husband's favorite dress she was about to blow her new boyfriend. The cock was gleaming there. She looked at it then licked the head. It twitched. She licked it again and again. Then she ran her tongue from the tip down the vein thick shaft until she reached the balls. She took them in her mouth and kissed them. He kissed her way back to the tip and then took the head into her mouth. Slowly she worked his cock deeper in her mouth and throat. God she loved cock so much. Quickening her pace she started to fuck him with her mouth. She glanced up and looked at Mike's face. He was in ecstasy. Wanting to taste him in her mouth but still wanting a good fuck she reluctantly pulled out his cock. Probably just minutes before an eruption. "Now it is your turn. Fuck me hard baby. Pound my pussy." Debbie moaned. Leaning over and bracing her hands against the brick wall, she readied herself. Mike positioned himself behind her great ass and hiked up her skirt. She stood there in her thigh highs, heels and a very wet pussy. "C'mom baby -- fuck me!" That is all it took, Mike guided his cock between her thighs. Debbie reached behind her and placed the swollen head at her opening. Not able to control herself, she thrust herself backwards impaling her cunt with a very hard, swollen cock. This was the first cock she had fucked since marring Tony. And it felt great. Mike grabbed Debbie by her waist to get better leverage. He matched her rhythm. He was not going to last long, especially with Debbie looking back over shoulder urging him to pound her. Feeling her pussy contract on his cock. Mike knew he was about to cum. "Do you want me to pull out?" he grunted. "No baby. I want you to cum in me. Fuck me!" With that Mike exploded shooting loads of hot, white jizz into Debbie's pussy. After a few more strokes, Mike rested leaning over Debbie. He could feel her pussy pulsating around his cock. She was mumbling how good it felt. He caught the whole act on his camera which was set to video mode. Tony wanted to join in so bad but he knew she would be anger with him if he interrupted her fuck session, especially after Tony pushing her for so long to do this exact thing. Tony wanted so badly to pull his cock out and jack off. This was hotter than he ever dreamed. Not only did he watch his wife fuck another man, he caught the whole thing on camera. She looked so beautiful. Listening to Debbie urge her love on was exhilarating. He loved her more than before. Seeing the couple finish and start adjusting clothing Tony knew he would have to get going. He knew he would have to return home quickly. Walking back at to the street he walked a block and flagged a cab. He had to beat her home. Sitting in the cab he reviewed the photos and videos. Making sure the cabbie could not see, Tony stroked himself looking at the pictures. He was more turned on than before. Punching Debbie's number in the phone he texted her again. "Are you ok? Where are you? When will you be home?" Standing up, Debbie adjusted her dress. She loved the feeling of cum in her cunt. Turning around she told Mike she would fix him up. She went back to her knees and licked and sucked the remainder of cum and pussy juice off Mike's softening dick. Her lips smacked. Making sure he was clean, Debbie returned her new favorite toy to its place and zipped up the slacks. "Let me get you a drink or something," he offered. "No, but thanks. I want to keep this taste in my mouth for a while baby." "Can I get you a cab at least?" Mike wanting to be the gentlemen offered. "No, the car service guy will come back when I call. He is in the area. But you can wait with me? I would like that," she purred. Her hand rubbed down his chest. Her fingers pressing into his firm chest and stomach. They reached the street and looked sheepishly both directions to make sure no one saw them exiting the alley way. A lot of the boldness ending with their climax. Debbie called the service. They would be there in ten minutes. As soon as she put her phone in her purse it rang. Thinking it was the car service calling back, Debbie opened the phone. It was a text from Tony. She was surprised he did not call more. Knowing him, she could see him at home half excited and half pissed off that she finally went through with it. "Fuck him," she thought. "That was hot and I enjoyed getting my pussy pounded." As the car arrived, Debbie gave Mike a kiss good night and whispered that there would be more fucking in their future. Mike was very agreeable to that. In the car, Debbie finally texted Tony back. "I will be home soon. Everything is fine. Tonight did not go as expected." Well it didn't, Debbie only thought she would give him a blowjob. She smiled. Getting home, Tony quickly fixed something to eat. He did not want Debbie to know that he saw all of her exploits. Sitting on the couch, eating his dinner Tony waited. After a half hour he heard steps outside. The door opened and Debbie walked in. She was glowing. "Hey baby. How as your night? You look great!" Tony greeted her. 'Did you get my clues?? "Yep! I was very surprised and very turned on. You really surprised me. I have been going crazy thinking about everything you might have been doing. It was all I could do not to jack off." "Really? You are not upset?" Debbie seemed relieved but only half believing, "Nope, I am ok. I want to hear all about it." "Ok but first I need a good fucking; I am hot and bothered." Debbie had a very wicked thought. Debbie walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Tony quickly followed her. Once there she told him to kiss her. Tony gave her a long kiss. He could still taste Mike's cock in his wife's mouth. Debbie smiled. "Yeah baby. I sucked his cock. But I left hot and bothered. I only wanted to get him going this first date. God it was so hot baby." Debbie did now want to her Tony, her husband that she had fucked her new guy tonight. It was all part of being naughty. "So he had a nice cock huh baby? God I can't believe you did it. That is so fucking hot. You should have seen me when I found your clues." Debbie lay on her back. She wanted to keep her dress on tonight. This was her new fuck dress. Spreading her knees, she invited her husband closer. Tony took off his pants, his cock still rock hard. He straddled her waist. Debbie sat up and took Tony's cock in her mouth. Sucking it in, she could not help but compare the two cocks she had tonight. Both within an hour from each other. She needed her husband's cock in her pussy to finish the comparison. "Fuck me baby." This time the request was aimed at her husband. Tony reached down and began to stroke Debbie's pussy. "I am good and wet baby. Just fuck me...." "Hmm then I want a taste." Before she could stop him, Tony dropped his face to her cunt and started to kiss it. He could smell the sex all over her. She was so wet. Tony kissed her pussy and then started to lap it up. She tasted great. Knowing that her husband was lapping up the cum from her lover was more than Debbie could take. She grabbed his head and grinded her clit into his face. An enormous orgasm erupted. As soon as she came Tony looked up. "Wow!" Wanting to complete the night, Tony rammed his cock home. He braced himself over her body and looked in her eyes as he quickly reached his limit. With just a few strokes Tony let loose. Now it was his semen mixing with Mike's in his wife sperm bank. When came, she did not look in his eyes but was at a different place. "I wonder where she is now." Tony thought. As if on cue, Debbie smiled and looked back at him. She would need a closer comparison to see which dick she preferred. But then again, why just limit herself to one or even two dicks...