3 comments/ 109085 views/ 19 favorites I Was Bad By: tonyishere Well this is about a weird night that happened recently. I am a typical married guy with a couple of kids. When I say typical, that means not much happening with the wife in the sex department. I am lucky if it happens a couple times a month. Well one Friday, a bunch of people at work decided to go out for a few drinks after work. I had nothing going on that night, so I let the wife know I may be getting home late. We hit a local restaurant that has a good bar area and started socializing. We were all chatting and drinking late into the night. During the night I started talking to this girl Mary. She was one of the administrators for the group. She was very friendly at work and always would help if you asked her. She was wearing a nice denim skirt and white blouse that was loose on her. She looked good, but wasn't dressed sexy where you would turn your head quickly. I asked her if she had any plans for the weekend. She stated no that her husband just took off for a golf weekend with the guys. She was drinking quite alot of wine and feeling good. I asked if she should be drinking as I remember her telling me she was on medicine to get pregnant. She and her husband have been trying to have a kid for years. She got a little depressed when telling me that she is tired of all this medicine and doctor stuff. I asked if her husband felt the same. She replied who knows, as he does not talk about it with her. She thinks he is embarrassed with having a low sperm count. I told her she should just relax and if it is meant to be, it will happen. She thanked me for my concerns and seemed in a better mood. I then went over and started chatting with a buddy further down the bar. Well next thing you know, lemon drop shots are being setup up on the bar. I try not to drink too much especially shots as I tend to feel it the next morning. People had some and started ordering more. I hung back and just drank my beer talking to this girl Jenny. She was nice but only wanted to talk about the office politics. When it came time for the bar to close, I went around and started making the rounds saying good-bye to everyone. When I got to Mary, I could tell she drank a little too much. Since I drive by her town on my way home, I offered her a ride. She stumbled and asked about her car. I told her she could call me over weekend and I will give her a ride to pick it up. She agreed and we walked out to my car. As we drove to her place, her head kept bouncing back and she looked ready to pass out. When we go to Mary's house, I helped her out of the car and to the front door as she could barely walk. She had trouble getting her keys out of her handbag. I took them out and opened the door. I helped her in and she thanked with her slurred words. I asked if there is anything I could do for her before I leave. She nodded and stated to just lead her to the bed so she can crash. As I put my arm around her to help her walk to the bedroom, I got a quick peak of her chest from her loose blouse. I never realized she had such nice size breasts as I tried to get a better view. I would say they are about a large C cup. My erection grew as dirty thoughts raced through my head, but I ignored it and helped her to the bed. Her bedroom was just off the living room and had a queen size bed. Mary fell onto the bed face up and made no noise. I said goodbye and realized she was passed out fro the night. As I tried to move her to center of bed, her skirt rose up and I saw a nice pink thong underneath. I was about to walk out, I became interested if she shaved her pussy or not. I moved over to the end of bed and looked closely at her thong. It did not cover much. I moved the thong to the side and found a nicely shaved pussy. The image made my cock grow even more in my pants. As my finger moved the thong to the side to get a better view, I felt some wetness. Here I have a passed out girl in front of me with a nice shaved wet pussy. Why is she wet What is going through her head This make me want to check out the wetness even further. I take my finger and begin to rub her clit. Mary squirms a little so I quickly pull back. I check on her and she is still out cold laying on her back. I move back to the wet pussy and start rubbing her clit again. I can feel Mary getting wetter. I take a finger and slowly enter her with it. I can feel her warmth and wetness. My cock now is harder than I could imagine and straining in my pants. I move a second finger into her making sure to rub her clit with each movement in and out of her. Mary lets out a soft moan from her mouth but doesn't move much. This is getting to be too much for me. Then I made the choice I still question today. I stood up and dropped my pants and briefs. My cock is at full attention and looking for some action. I move Mary to the end of the bed and spread her legs apart for easier access. I see the moisture around her pussy. I move up between Mary's legs, move her thong to the side and start rubbing the head of my cock against her bare pussy. I move forward and watch as my cock slides deep into her wet warm opening. Once I am fully inside her, I pause as this feeling is great. It has been quite some time since I have had any sex with the wife so this is much needed. Slowly I move in and out of her enjoying this feeling. I feel her pussy massaging my cock with every movement. Another moan comes out of Mary's mouth. I pickup the pace and push a little harder with each thrust. I look down and see Mary's juices all over my cock. I can't believe I am fucking this girl as this is so wrong. I can feel the pressure building as I am about cum. What should I do Maybe the devil in me did it, but I pushed my cock deep into Mary and erupted. I unloaded a load of sperm into her warm vagina. After a few more squirts, I pulled my drained cock out her and stood there looking down at her beautiful just fucked pussy. Knowing that Mary is trying to get pregnant and on fertility drugs, what did I just do. I rushed to her bathroom and cleaned myself up. I grabbed a face cloth and wet it with warm water. I cleaned Mary up and made sure not leave any visible evidence to what just happened. I fixed her thong and moved her skirt back to cover her up. I positioned Mary back toward the top of the bed and found a blanket to cover her. I looked at Mary and saw that she is still asleep along with a big smile on her face. Once I am sure everything looks back normal, I leave her house and head home. The whole ride home I kept going over what just happened. Just when I felt bad, a big smile comes to my face as I remember how good it felt fucking her. I get home and go right to sleep. The next morning I wake up as usual, shower, and head to the kitchen for breakfast. As I am drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper, I hear my wife say something about Mary. I put the newspaper down and ask her to repeat what she said. She told me Mary was on the phone. I pretend to laugh and tell my wife it is a girl from work who needs a ride to get her car. Mary sounds hung over on the phone and we make arrangements to get her car in a couple of hours. When I get to Mary's house, she comes out in sweat pants and a t-shirt. I ask her how she is feeling. She laughs and states she is done drinking for a while. She asked me what happened. I told her she was drunk, we got to her house, she walked to her bed, and then passed out. After I threw a blanket on her, I headed home as it was late. She thanked me and but had this weird look on her face. I asked her what was wrong as I started to worry a little. She then told me she felt weird last night and her head was foggy. I told her it might be the alcohol and the fertility drugs reacting the wrong way. She thought about it for a while and agreed with me. She stated she shouldn't have done those shots last night at the bar. She then said good thing her husband is gone for the weekend as she is just going to relax on couch for the rest of the day. I then asked if he would be mad with her getting drunk. She shook her head and said he will not know as she will not tell him. I laughed and said what if he found out. She gave me this look and said nobody will tell him, right I laughed and said not to worry. We got to her car and I told her I would see her at work on Monday. As she walked to her car, I stared at her ass. The ass that leads to the wonderful pussy I had sex with last night. As she drove away, I drove home wondering. Will last night lead to something happening in nine months Well time will tell. I Was Bored I was bored. My job had become routine. I was paid too well to quit, but there was no promotion in sight. So I stayed, and cursed every day that dragged by. My wife worked part time now that our two kids had grown up and left home. There I was, 44 with a 41 year-old wife, and no real goals or ambitions. Sue had always been a great mother, a good cook, and an uninspired lover. Looking back, I realize it was I who did not inspire her. I thought she was ordinary and reserved. The excitement was gone. I thought about it and decided she just didn’t have any fire, any zest, if you know what I mean. She always dressed conservatively and conducted herself as a lady should. When we would go to parties, or out with friends, I always envied the guys that had wives that would joke, flirt, laugh, and excite men. My wife was always demure and quiet. Gradually, I came to the conclusion that I had married below my standards. I was a thoroughbred hitched with a Clydesdale. It became apparent to me Sue would either have to change her entire personality or I would have to have an affair, or possibly seek a divorce. No longer would I be bored day and night! I settled on a plan of action and began to carry it out. If it didn’t work, I would have wasted some time, but no great loss. I could always get a divorce or find some desperate woman to carry on an affair with me. There were more than a few that had practically offered as much at work. I realized I would have to be patient, but time is what I seemed to have. I brought a magazine home that had stories about unfaithful wives and swingers and left it where Sue would notice it while I was at work. When I came home that night, it was as I had left it. It looked like Sue was simply not interested in any activity that varied from our norm. That night she did initiate sex, which was a first for the past year or so. I noticed that she was quite wet as I slid my cock into her pussy. I did not mention it to Sue, but I wondered what had made her so willing and wet. It was some of the best sex we had experienced the past few years. She orgasmed twice and was more vocal than usual. Afterward, I rolled over and was almost asleep when Sue asked me if I were still awake. “Bob, are you asleep?” she queried. I love how women wait for a man to fall asleep before they decide to talk. I rolled back over and looked at her. “I was just wondering why you brought that magazine home. It is all about married people having sex with people besides their spouses. Do you like that sort of thing?” “Are you asking if I like to do that or if I like to read about it? I asked. “I find the stories exciting, but I have not been unfaithful to you. Is that your question?” “I don’t really know what I meant, but I am so glad you answered the way you did! I could not endure the thought of you being with another woman,” Sue responded slowly. “Do you think about being with other men? Men you know? Or even complete strangers? How do you feel about that?” I asked as my hand stroked her tits. It occurred to me as I felt her that she always dressed to minimize her tits. The truth was they were probably as big, or bigger, as any of the wives’ in our group of friends and acquaintances. Some women just knew how to use what they had to greater advantage. “Why would you ask that? I have always been completely faithful to you. You are the only man I ever had. You know that. What are you asking?” She seemed annoyed, but her nipples were erect and she was pushing against my hands. She was even running her hands over my chest and stomach. For Sue, that was about as daring as she usually became. “I was just wondering if you ever wonder what another man would be like? How would he make love? How would his cock feel? Would you do the same things for a different lover that you do for me? Would he make you do things I don’t make you do? Do you ever wonder, Sue?” “I am flesh and blood, Bob. I have considered thoughts like that, but would never act on them! I love you and I could never need another man. You have spoiled me for other men,” she cooed. Now she was squeezing my hard (again) cock. “I am so glad to know that, baby, but just say I were a different man. I would act entirely different. I might try to work my way down your chest like this!” I whispered as I began kissing her breasts and then down her stomach. She laughed lightly as I showered her abdomen with kisses. “Excuse me, stranger,” she chuckled, “but what are you doing?” I am a married woman.” I was enjoying the little game and I worked my way lower. Suddenly, she tensed. “Bob, what are you doing down there? We just had sex!” I am all dirty and sweaty there!” “Call me Fred,” I answered in a muffled tone, “and I am going to find out what your husband has left on deposit.” With that I began to kiss her swollen pussy lips and run my tongue over them. She was very still and I wondered if I had ruined the moment. “I am afraid my husband has been away on business,” she groaned, “but you might find a package the mailman left earlier today. He likes to leave them on my day off.” Surprised and pleased with Sue’s charade, I took it a little farther. “I haven’t found anything, yet. I may have to look a bit deeper.” With that I pushed my tongue inside her and tasted our mixed juices inside her. I had not gone down on her for years and never after we had sex. I decided it didn’t taste all that bad. It seemed that Sue found it exciting as well. Her legs moved apart slightly, giving me better access to her honey pot. “My mailman leaves his packages deeper than most, if you know what I mean. You may have some difficulty finding it, unless your tongue is eight inches long. You are only reaching the part my husband uses.” This spurred me on and I pushed my tongue as deeply into her opening as I could and licked all around. Then I backed off and concentrated on her clit. Sue held my head tight to her pussy as she began to orgasm. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever seen her have. I just kept licking, sucking and tonguing her clit as she thrashed around. Finally, I had to come up for air. Sue was coming back down from her high and was running her hands through my hair and cooing. I felt as close to her as I had in years. I worked back up her body, stopping to suck on her very hard nipples. She reached down, took my face in my hands and kissed me. “Wow! I taste pretty good, don’t I? You were fantastic, Bob.” She gave my cock a tug and smiled. I think you may need a little relief, too. She rolled over on her stomach and raised her ass in the air. “You can do it do me doggy style, if you want. I don’t mind.” Sue spoke into her pillow as she wiggled her ass. For Sue this was like offering to bang an entire third world country! I was almost never given the pleasure of fucking her from behind. I did not hesitate. I rose up and plunged my cock into her to the hilt on the first stroke. She was so wet I slid in with no resistance. “This is the way I like my women. I bet hubby never gets to do this with you, does he?” I asked as I plunged into her as far as I possibly could. “No, he has to be satisfied licking my pussy most of the time. This is only for the guys with the big cocks. They say I feel tighter this way and some of them like to pinch my nipples while they pound my little pussy,” panted Sue. I may not be a rocket scientist, but I can take a hint! I reached around Sue and took her nipples between my thumbs and fingers and pulled and pinched harder than I ever have before. The results were amazing! Sue convulsed on my cock like she never has before, and this was the forth time in an hour! As her pussy began squeezing my cock I erupted inside her. My cock seemed to pulse for five minutes and I came in buckets. Finally I collapsed on top of Sue and fell asleep with my cock shrinking in her cum filled pussy. The sex was actually pretty good the next few months, but the excitement and novelty slowly wore off. Try as I would, I could never get Sue to suck, or even kiss my cock. The very thought seemed to repulse her. That did not stop her from asking me to eat her pussy more often and offer her pussy to me doggy style as a reward. We had fantasized about her having sex with every repairman, carpenter, mechanic, and lawyer we could think of. It seemed to turn her on, but never to the point where she would dress more provocatively or flirt with other men. It was totally limited to our bedroom. The game had grown old and wasn’t as much fun any more. That is until I mentioned Jack. Jack was our next door neighbor. He had been very successful in business and had retired before he was fifty. Shortly after retiring, his wife, Janet, had passed away. He had never remarried and as far as we could tell, had no lady friends. He was in his late fifties now. He did a lot of yard work around his property and stayed in pretty good shape, for his age. I had noticed him watching Sue a few times when she was outside in the part of our property that sided his. He always went out of his way to speak to Sue and was always doing small gardening favors for her. I knew she had to have noticed how attentive he was. “I bet Jerry spends more time here than even the mailman,” I suggested one night as I licked Sue’s pussy. Did I feel her stiffen a little, or had I imagined it? “He must get repaid for all the favors he does for you. No wonder he never has any lady friends. He must be worn out collecting his due from the neighbor lady.” As I finished I pushed my tongue inside her and felt her juices start flowing! I had found something and I knew it. “Suppose I am Jerry and you are going to repay me for my kindness. How do you do it?” “I don’t know where to start, Jerry. You have been so kind to me and you have been alone so very long. Do you want to use my little pussy to relieve your pent up desires? Is that what you want, Jerry?” asked Sue. Damn, she was really good at this game! “Do you want to eat my little pussy and then slide your big, fat cock into me? Is that what you want? “You know I have been doing all kinds of shit for you to get a shot at that ass and those tits! You bet I want to pound your pussy! I will use it like your limp-dicked husband could only dream of,” I blurted. I impressed myself with my role-playing. I was getting into it pretty good! I made my way back up her torso and stopped to suck her already hard nipples and pinch them harder than she usually allowed. Her legs were spread and I could feel her heat. “Oh, Jerry! You are so demanding. How can I refuse such a strong man with such a nice hard cock. Don’t give my husband another thought. It excites him to think of me getting fucked by a real man. He knows his little dick doesn’t do the job. He is good for licking my pussy after real men use it,” Sue groaned as I sucked even harder on her swollen nipple. Her comment irritated me and aroused me at the same time. I bit hard on her nipple and she came before I even entered her! “Yes, Jerry! Take me. Use me. Fuck me!” she cried over and over as I rammed my cock home. She came again! I was on a roll. My balls were screaming for release as I filled her hot box. “Take my cum, and show it to your hubby! Let him lick that out. He will know Jerry has been in this cunt and stretched it so he will never fill it again!” I blurted as I shot my load deep inside Sue. Sue was trying to answer but the roar in my ears from my own release made it impossible for any rational thought or comprehension. I slowly relaxed and rolled off her. We both just laid there catching our breaths. Once again, just as I fell asleep, Sue spoke to me. “Bob?” she whispered. “Bob, are you awake?” I opened my eyes and looked into hers. Then I arched my eyebrows as if to ask what she wanted. “Bob, I have just been properly fucked by Jerry’s big cock and he wants you to lick my pussy clean.” I couldn’t believe it. She still wanted to play. “Jerry said that, did he? He fills my wife’s pussy with sperm and demands I clean it out? What makes Jerry think I will do what he wants?” I asked. “Jerry said that men like you like to clean up after strong, dominant men like him. You admire his big cock and how he uses it to please your wife. He said you would clean my pussy or he would not fuck me any more. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” asked Sue. I looked into her eyes wondering exactly how far we were pretending. I dropped down between her legs and licked her freshly fucked pussy. It felt hot to my tongue and she soon had another orgasm. “Jerry was right. You do like it when he gives me what I want. You must love me very much,” she whispered as her fingers clutched my hair. I just licked some more and soon I heard her light breathing and I knew she had fallen asleep. I put my face down between her legs and fell off to sleep. Our sex games always included Jerry from that night forward. Sue never changed her demeanor outside our bedroom. She was still the proper lady the rest of the time. As always happens, even this new twist became routine and we lapsed back into our doldrums. One evening I mentioned that we needed some new fodder for our games. Sue was quick to agree. “What do you suggest? You have the active imagination. What does my resident perv want to do to spice things up?” As I answered, I surprised Sue and myself. “Maybe you should seduce Jerry for real. God knows it would not be difficult. He watches every move you make. I have never seen such desire in one man.” Sue stared at me for what seemed an eternity. “You are serious, aren’t you? Would you really like that, or would you hate me?” asked Sue. “Our marriage means way too much to me to risk it over a foolish game. I know you read those stories, but the real thing might not be so stimulating.” I had gone too far to back off now. “Sue, we have spent over 20 years doing the right thing and avoiding risk… and excitement. It would be very erotic and I would so excited for you to tell me what happened. I know Jerry is no spring chicken, but he has been a good neighbor and he is lonely. You would be killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. He may not be a fantastic lover, but that would be easier for me to accept. If he turned out to be a dud, just tell him I acted suspicious of you and him and you will never stray again.” Sue looked at me for a long time. “Bob, I know you have been discontented for some time, and to be honest, it has been a little dull for me, too. I admit Jerry has shown more than a passing interest and that it seems like he would love to bed me. Are you telling me to sleep with Jerry? Will you promise to love me and stay with me if I give myself to Jerry? No jealous school boy act?” I could not believe it had finally come out. “You are my wife and I love you. I just think we need to add some spark,” I told her. “You can go as far as you want and stop when you want. It will be totally your decision. You must tell me about everything, however. No secrets. That is what could ruin our love. We must be honest and forthcoming.” My cock was standing like a statue by this time. Sue squeezed it and then climbed on me, lowering herself on my stiff member. “You had better enjoy this, fella. You never know when you will be sharing this pussy and having sloppy seconds!” Sue was very wet and easily slid up and down my cock. “Jerry may want you to keep my pussy cleaned out for him,” she said as she began moving faster and moaning. I could not control myself and blasted my little guys inside her in record time. She was right behind me as my orgasm ignited hers. She slowed down, leaned ahead and kissed me long and hard. “I love you!” I was on pins and needles the next few days at work. Every night I would come home and grab Sue and kiss her. Then I would ask how her day was. She knew what I was really asking and her response was always the same. Either work went well or she cleaned some room and made a nice meal. I always tried to hide my disappointment, but I knew she could tell what I was thinking. After a few days I decided it was a fantasy that would never be a reality. Was I ever wrong! It was over a week later that I walked in the door, saw Sue making dinner, and picked up the paper and sat in my favorite chair. Sue walked into the living room with some items in her hand and asked, “Bob, I was wondering if you could help me put some ointment on a couple scratches?” I thought it was an unusual request, but put the paper down and stood up. “Sure, Sweetheart. How did you get scratched, and where?” Sue remained silent as she unbuttoned her blouse and showed me her chest. At first I thought it was some sort of rash, but when I looked closer I saw teeth marks! I reached out and touched then. It appeared that they extended below the top of her bra, so I reached in and pulled her tits free from their holders. I stared as I saw little bite marks all over her nipples and below them. There were hickies all over, like some teenage girl after prom night. Sue watched me closely as I studied her chest. “It would seem someone was starved for mother’s milk. Care to tell me about it?” Sue’s story was erotic as hell to me. Jerry had helped her plant some bulbs and she invited him in for a drink. For some reason she had gone out with out her bra and she had seen him looking down her blouse as she leaned over to help him put the bulbs in. By the time they went inside he had been looking at her tits for over half an hour. As she was making the drinks, Jerry came up behind her and simply placed his hands on Sue’s tits. I had to interrupt by this point and asked, ”Sue, what did you say when he did that? Did you act angry or what?” Sue smiled at me. “I asked if he wanted sugar in his ice tea. I never indicated his hands were not supposed to be there. I have done that many times when you have grabbed me from behind like that.” She continued, “Jerry just squeezed my tits for a while and then he unbuttoned my blouse. He told me I had been teasing him with my big juicy tits all day and he had to have them. Do you think my tits are big? Jerry seems to. Then he turned me around and practically devoured them. He sucked me and nibbled on me and bit me all over. I just stood there and moaned. I think I actually came while he feasted on me! After a very long time, he seemed to gain control of himself and pulled back from me staring at my bruised tits. He told me that if you wondered what happened to my chest, to tell you he did it. If you had a problem with it, you should go over to his place and tell him. He made me promise I would tell you that and then he went home. Now I have told you. What do you say, Bob?” “Get your ass into the bedroom, woman!” I barked. My cock was as hard as it could ever get. Sue seemed relieved as she ran ahead of me, stripping as she went. We never had dinner that night. The sex was fantastic. Sue had to work the next day so she had nothing new to tell me. Still we were both pretty horny and enjoyed the evening. This was working out so well. When I came home two days later Sue was again making dinner. Not wanting to seem too eager, I decided to read the paper. Finally she called me to dinner. I sat down to eat and noticed she had no plate for herself. I was starved so I began cutting my steak. I asked why she was not eating. I had placed a delicious piece of New York strip in my mouth, when I looked up at her. “I have already had my fill for the day,” she smiled. I looked down to scoop up some mashed potatoes, when it occurred to me something was up. I looked at her again. Her smile was radiant, but her face was a mess. She had spilled something all over her brow, cheek, nose, chin, and hair. Since she was usually so clean and neat, I knew something was amiss. I stood up and walked over to where she sat and studied her more closely. “Sue, you must realize you have something all over your face. Is anything wrong?” I asked. I was very puzzled at this point. I Was Bored “No, everything is great, Bob. It is just that Jerry told me I had to leave my face this way until you saw me. He insisted you see me like this. He said to tell you that he will be home all night if you have a problem with him,” finished Sue. I was still confused. There was something going on, but I could not put the pieces together. “Sue, why would Jerry want me to see you all messy? What do you have on your face? Did he put something on you? Why are you smiling so?” I demanded. I did not like being the one left out on an inside joke, or whatever it was. “You can’t tell, Bob? Look closer. Touch me. Smell me. It will come to you,” she laughed. It was like someone took a sledge hammer and hit me over the head! Suddenly, it was obvious. It was Jerry’s cum all over my wife’s face! It could be nothing else. I just stared at Sue. I never dreamed she could, or would, look like that. “Do you hate me, Bob? Do you want to go over and hurt Jerry? Will you leave me now?” she asked and suddenly she was almost in tears. Sue was doubting my resolve, my ability to keep my head and my promise. I knew I had to allay her fears. I also knew that I suddenly had an incredible lump in my pants! “I have never seen you more beautiful, nor loved you any more than at this moment,” I told her. “I can warm this plate up later. Right now you are coming with me.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. I never felt like I needed her so badly as I did at that moment. I had to sink my cock into her or I would explode! “Let me take a shower first!” pleaded Sue. “I am such a mess. Let me get freshened up.” She tried to free her hand, but I would have none of it. “Not a chance! You are going to get your clothes off and tell me everything will I fuck you senseless.” I was already removing my clothes as fast as I could. I turned and started pawing at hers, causing her to laugh and push my hands away. “My, aren’t you excited? Allow me to unbutton my blouse. You are in such a state you will rip everything,” she admonished. Quickly, she undressed. Her nipples were hard and red. I thought I saw juices trickling down her thighs. “Do you really want to hear everything?” she teased. “That is the deal, and don’t ever forget it,” I almost shouted. “Now tell me while I am inside you.” With that I easily slid my throbbing cock into her juicy pussy. “I was doing some more gardening and Jerry wandered over. I acted very normal and kept busy so he did not see how excited I was. He asked me if I showed you my bruised chest. When I said I had, he asked if you had gotten angry, or if you had fucked me like a wild man. I kept digging and never looked up as I told him you had given me a very good fucking that night. He seemed to mull that over for a few minutes. Then he told me to go inside with him and make some ice tea. I got up and walked into the house with Jerry following.” “I was expecting him to grab my tits again while I was making the tea but he never approached me. I have to say I was becoming a bit disappointed and was afraid he wasn’t really attracted to me,” Sue continued. I was buried in her cunt, looking at her cum covered face and trying to be patient. “When I turned around with the drink, Jerry was standing there with his pants off and his cock out. I guess I gasped. It was quite a shock.” “Come over here and kiss my cock, Jerry told me. It was as if I was his pet or something. I just stood there looking at him. Again, I have to say I was quite excited by all this, but I felt I had to be a little hard to get. You know, female pride and all that.” I was beginning to move my cock inside her as she told her story. I had a dozen questions, but I let Sue continue. “You will come over here and kiss my cock or I will walk out that door and not come back, ever again. Can you believe he said that to me?” asked Sue. “He knew somehow, that I could not let him leave. I put the drinks down and walked over to him like a zombie. He just stood and waited. I dropped down and gave his cock a quick peck. He smiled down at me and told me I would have to do much better than that. He asked if I ever sucked your cock, Bob. I told him I would not do such a disgusting thing, even for you. For some reason he thought that was funny. He laughed a very hearty laugh. Then he told me I would suck him and like it. He said I would beg before long for him to allow me to suck his cock. Then he shoved it in my face and told me to start sucking. If I refused he would just go home and leave me alone forever. I knew he was serious and for some reason that scared me. I like to think that it would have disappointed you, but I don’t really believe that. Bob, I wasn’t thinking of you at that moment. Sue was moving under me as she told her story and I was getting close, very close. This story was turning me on a great deal. “I opened my mouth and took him inside,” Sue whispered. She was starting to perspire and the dried cum was starting to run down her cheeks. I shot my load as deep into her as I could! I pumped her as hard and deep. She waited for me to subside and then continued. “Remember you suggested he may not be able to do much at his age? Well, his cock started to swell in my mouth. As you know, I never felt anything like it. It dawned on me that I had some sort of power over him, over most men I suspect. My mouth controlled him in a way. He let me suck and work on his head for several minutes before he said he would make me into a top rate cocksucker. He said I was showing potential. Isn’t that funny?” I was still hard and I began to slowly pump into Sue’s little honey pot again. “That feels good sweetheart. Don’t stop!” She was going to cum. I knew the signs and cum she did! I just kept pumping her slowly as she recovered. “I needed that, Darling. Thanks. Now where was I? Oh yes. His cock had gotten very hard and I could barely fit the head in my mouth, but I was determined to do my best. It became my quest to give Jerry a good blow job and I believe I did. He had me lick his balls and up and down his shaft. Then he made me go back to sucking the head of his cock. He was holding my head and working more and more into my throat. I was afraid I would choke, but Jerry always pulled out in time for me to catch my breath. He is quite the gentleman, wouldn’t you say?” Sue was smiling at me and I smiled back, then I kissed her lips. I always enjoyed her sense of humor. Now it was better. It was humor about her giving a blow job! She had come a long ways. “Jerry told me not to worry about taking it all. I would have plenty of lessons and I would get better at it. That actually made me feel good. That is odd, isn’t it? I am so wanton!” Sue laughed again. “I have to say Bob, that you seem to enjoying my story. You never even went soft. You like me being a tramp, don’t you? I think I like it, too. I know I look the part, wearing Jerry’s sperm all over me. Look what your wife has done,” she said as she reached between us and gave my balls a squeeze. I let loose again, filling her with my seed. She waited for me to finish. “Jerry told me he was going to cum, so I pulled him from my mouth and started working him with my hands. He slapped my hands away and told me to keep sucking his cock until he pulled it out or told me to. For some reason, I did exactly what he told me. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and he shot a huge load into my throat. I swear he must have been saving it for years. Then he shot another load and my mouth was full and I was trying to swallow as fast as I could, but I could not keep up. He told me to take it out of my mouth and keep jerking him off at my face. He kept shooting big wads of cum all over my face and hair, as you can see. He made me lick his cock till it was completely clean and he put his pants back on. I went for a cloth to wipe my face. That was when he told me to leave it on till you got home to see it. He said you would want to see it, and you would fuck me silly tonight. I guess you have. He was right. It is as if he understands us.” I was so entranced I did not want Sue to end her story. She was really starting to loosen up! Excitedly, I told Sue, “Let’s go take a shower together and you can give me a blow job! I have waited years for one!” She put her hand on my arm as we walked toward the shower. “Jerry told me not to give you a blow job, Bob. He said you hadn’t earned one yet and that if you had gone all these years without insisting on one, maybe you never will get one. He will decide when, and if, I am to ever give you one. He said you would be disappointed, but you would understand. Is that true?” Sue asked as she leaned over and adjusted the water temperature. I ran my hand over her ass and sighed, “Jerry is right. I just hope he doesn’t make me wait too long. I want you to ask him now and then, Sweetheart. I really would like to have a blow job sometime.” I Was Bored This story is true. Only the facts have been changed to protect the guilty. It was one of the first nice days of spring but I was bored. My wife wanted to get out of the house so we used the excuse of shopping for a skirt or new pair of shorts for the summer. She has been pretty ambitious about getting back into shape and last year's things don't fit anymore. My wife had always been a bit of a flirt, the kind of woman that seems to always have a circle of people around her. Now she was looking good enough for one of her friend's husbands to point it out. In front of his wife. That was his mistake and his story. Mine has a happier ending. I found a $7 cure to boredom. While I checked out the hardware store next door she had purchased a new skirt. She wanted to put it on before we left the parking lot. Shyness created a minor thrill while she was changing in the car. She was going to keep her thong on so I decided to complain about the heat in the car and open my door. She knew what I was up to and still went through with it. The people in the parking lot couldn't really see her that much better, but they would at least know what she was doing. We had played a few games like this in the past and I knew she was proud of her body even if she was a bit shy about showing it. Outside the car at our next stop I guided her between the cars for a minute. She was confused until she felt my hands heading up her skirt. Before I even got to the thong she had figured it out. My wife was trying to ask me what I was up to and look around to see who was watching while I lifted each foot and slipped the thong off. Her new skirt was only halfway up her thighs so she wouldn't really be in trouble as long as she didn't bent over much. The wind was a bit gusty so she sure felt different but kind of liked the freedom. It was a big store but we didn't find much for me to try on. She didn't want to keep the first couple things she brought into the changing booth either. As we walked past the lingerie section I spotted a rack of very short cutoff skirts. She told me they were meant for teenage girls but agreed to try them on. She picked two and headed back to the changing rooms. She wasn't wearing any panties and she wasn't going to be able to forget that in a skirt even shorter than the one she had on. She called to me to look, not wanting to step outside the changing room in the latest skirt. I could just about spread my hand wide enough to touch the top and bottom of the cutoffs with my pinky and thumb. I was trying to get her out to the mirror, and besides, the store wouldn't want me to step into the area with all the women's changing booths. The mirror looked fine to her from where she was. She tried on the other skirt (the same style in another size). This time she hesitantly walked over to the mirror. It wasn't even ten feet from the safety of the booth, but she was practically paralyzed with the knowledge that she wasn't wearing panties and the skirt was so incredibly short. My wife had only recently started wearing a thong outside of the bedroom. She grew up in a city that was further north and cooler, where a skirt like this would have been a sensation. If other shoppers had could see her thong below the skirt she would just die, but the thong was still out in the car. She felt naked even if nobody around her could tell. Some discount woman's clothes are pretty cheap. She clearly would never have even looked at the skirt but for $7 I figured why not. She was rolling her eyes at me signaling that she had been pushed far enough, but I kept the second skirt and picked out a top with only one shoulder strap and an oval hole to show a bit more skin in front. It covered enough to not attract too much attention, but was thin and form fitting enough to notice it was a woman wearing it. She was feeling her oats as we continued shopping, stopping in front of a mirror to raise the skirt she had worn into the store until I could see her fur's reflection. She had looked around first, and it didn't last long, but she had tried something bolder than she could have imagined that morning. Trying on shoes had it's potential but we didn't push it too far. I could see her quite clearly as I sat in front of her and massaged her feet. The shoe rack blocked everyone else, however I could see right up the skirt and she knew it. The mild risk and a nice foot massage kept her aware of her situation without panic. She selected a comfortable pair of low healed cheap plastic shoes and we headed for the register. Out of the almost forty dollars I spent, the $7 cutoff skirt was the only thing I really cared about. Back in the parking lot I guided her in between the cars again. This time she could already guess what I had in mind and she wasn't really ready for it. I don't know where she thought she would wear that skirt. Right here sounded like a good idea to me. She told me I was very brave. O.K. she was being a little sarcastic. I was making the suggestions but it was her body being exposed. The important thing is she did it. She changed into the new skirt and top in the backseat with me standing in the open door. She cheated a bit, pulling up the new skirt before sliding off the old one. She also didn't remove her bra until after the new top was on. She stood up and I sat down sideways, with my feet out the car door. The skirt was cut off only about two and a half inches from her pussy. Ruffles lifted it out a bit so it was effectively a little bit shorter. She felt every breath of air under her skirt, as the wind hadn't calmed down much. I turned her around and saw the skirt's bottom was just even with her bottom. Even if the wind waved it a little no one walking behind her would see clearly enough to know if she was wearing a thong. You would know there were no grandma panties, but you couldn't rule out a thong. That's the beauty of only being able to catch a quick glimpse up the bottom of a skirt. You can't always be sure exactly how much you saw, and how much you just imagined. I can imagine a lot, but this time I didn't have to. I'm her husband, so I just asked her to touch her toes. As she bent over the skirt rose up to the top of the crack in her ass. With the first skirt she knew she had to be careful about bending. This skirt wasn't going to let her get away with anything but standing straight up. Years ago girls were taught to walk ramrod straight by walking around with a couple books on their head under the watchful eye of a disapproving matron. This skirt would help her with her posture. I locked the door and started guiding her towards a nearby shop full of cheap trinkets. They don't pay anybody much to work in a place like that, so nobody is likely to care if you wear something inappropriate. I fell back a few steps and watched her just to confirm that we would really be able to get away with going into the shop in that skirt. She knocked into a pile of baskets but I was able to grab them before they fell over. That would have attracted attention, and she might even have forgot that there was no way she could pick them up without really attracting attention. The skirt would not forgive a moment's indiscretion. In an aisle by ourselves I asked he to give me something on the bottom shelf. The skirt worked perfectly. A slight outward tilt of the ruffles in the jean material let it easily slide back down over her ass when she stood up. A clingy skirt would have required an attention grabbing adjustment every time she moved. We were back in the car headed home when I saw a park so I pulled in. We walked around a little and she sat on a swing. There was no one near us so I stood directly in front of her as she pumped to get the swing going. She spread her legs to let her feet go just past me on either side at the top of her swing. I pretended that I would try to kiss her pussy as it approached. With the angle of the swing and her legs open I could see past the top of her muff. It was all there, swinging in the breeze. We walked around some people a little more and started to get back in the car. I had been the instigator all along, pushing her about as far as she would go. I never actually dared her; I just looked a little disappointed whenever she hesitated. I was pushing her limits all over the place but she could feel nervous as hell and still feel a bit of a thrill at the same time. It was her idea to pull the scooter out of the trunk and ride it around the park's parking lot. It was one of those folding things that looks like a chrome skateboard with a handle. She placed one foot on it and pushed off with the other. The folding handle telescopes up, but was not really made for a full size adult. She had to bend over a little to reach it. In that skirt bending a little meant a lot. The way you move those things the leg that provides the power reaches out in front and pushes all the way back to lift up and start again. The limits were getting pushed even further by this motion. As she rode past someone the only thing keeping her pussy lips concealed was the way she held her legs. The very beginning and end of each push revealed something depending on what side you were on, and especially clearly as she passed you. There were some people just sitting in their cars and some walking on the sidewalks. She spent a while enjoying the feeling of seeing just how much she could get away with. Of course, I always told her it might be close but she was O.K. She rode around the cars and past the walkers enough times to give them a chance if they hadn't caught on the first time she flew past. She may not have completely believed me but she decided she liked this game and talked about doing it again sometime. I took her to a crowded restaurant because she had started to get more confident. She had started out thinking the short skirt made her look like a streetwalker. Eventually she realized that no one could actually see anything unless she let them. Short skirts are common; this one was just that little bit shorter than some others. Once she slipped on the wet tile floor in her new low heels. That could have been a disaster. She was able to grab a railing in time, and I gave her my arm to steady her the rest of the way. I told her before dinner that we needed to look at some things in Home Depot. Where we bought the skirt she was afraid to step out of the changing booth, but by now she was ready to boldly walk into a store with mostly male customers, and plenty of them. There was no aisle like that dollar store where she could bend down and know that no one saw her. The best we could manage was for me to slip my hand a few times up the back of her skirt as we were momentarily shielded by pretending to look at some of the larger items. She was horny as hell on the way home, but scared about the short distance from the car to our house. Complete strangers in another city that you will never see again are one thing, the neighbors are another. I had enjoyed pushing her limits and I knew how to make this work for me in the future. We have one of those tilting oval mirrors in the bedroom and she spent plenty of time checking out the new outfit. She finally concluded that even if it was real short, she could get away with wearing them sometimes. That night we were both fired up, but that's not part of this story. The next day the cutoffs were washed and ironed and put away on a hanger next to the new top and other skirt she picked out. She mentioned we might ride the scooter again with that skirt, and I agreed. I didn't tell her how much I was looking forward to the idea. It would only have made her suspicious. A couple days later, while she was out, I cut another inch and a quarter off the bottom of the skirt. I ran it through the washer a couple of times to fray the bottom and cover up the fresh cut. She doesn't even know I can turn the iron on but I even pressed it. She is very careful about ironing her clothes and would have noticed immediately if it went back on the hanger without being ironed again. I haven't actually seen her in it yet, but I have a pretty good imagination. The thing can't be legal. I figure to be careful about were I ask her to wear it. Places filled with families and many women are not going to tolerate it but we might just walk by a stadium as the game gets out. Always in the next city, of course. I also plan to stick to the larger cities where people have more to worry about than skirt length. I have been wondering how long it will be before she notices. She has already seen herself wearing it in the mirror enough to relax a little even if it does feel like she is naked. The outward tilt of the ruffles might just hide any problems when she looks down at herself. She doesn't want the neighbors to see her in it so I will suggest that she leave and return wearing the other skirt. That will keep her from looking at herself in the mirror again with the cutoff skirt when we get home. I have even been thinking that if this goes on for a while I could try raising the back even more. I'm sure she would notice the front faster. Who knows how far I can go before she catches on? You won't catch us in the mirror aisle at Home Depot, but look around the rest of the place. You might notice the attractive blond in the impossibly short skirt next to a man who always seems to be touching her lower back with one hand. Sometimes the hand might slip. Look closely at the bottom of the skirt. It cost $7, and it's worth every penny I paid for it.