2 comments/ 111510 views/ 11 favorites The Slut Wife By: redsonja Scanning through the Internet sites, trying to find some erotic stories to read, I found the perfect site. Making sure my co-workers don't notice what I am doing I begin at the top of the list and read my way down. I start with ethnic sex, than lesbianism, with bondage following. The stories about spankings, clit rings, nipple rings and chastity belts get me squirming in my seat, making my juices flow. I than move onto incest, swapping and group sex. Picturing myself fucking five other people all in the same room (both men and women) really starts getting me hot. I can't stand it anymore and get up to head to the ladies room. Shutting the stall door, I pull my shirt up and bring the cups to my 36D bra down exposing my nipples. I twist them between my thumbs and fingers gently, then harder making it pleasurably painful. Impatience sets in and I yank my skirt up, pull down my panties and plunge my fingers up my cunt. I sit on the toilet thinking about what I read with two of my fingers pumping in and out of my cunt and my thumb frigging my clit. The other hand is working over my tits, squeezing my nipples, I fantasize about how being pulled around by nipple rings, like the girl in the story had been by her master, would feel to me. These thoughts churning around in my head get me even hotter. Rocking back and forth on my two fingers I slide another one back and circle my asshole with it. Moaning softly so as not to be heard, I move my fingers faster, picking up the pace. My whole body tenses and I can feel my legs start to shake as my orgasm hits me. My whole body is trembling in aftermath but I keep my fingers still pumping in and out of my drooling snatch making them soaked now with my pussy juices. I bring them up and smell my musky scent on them tasting myself thinking it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I rearrange my clothes and head back to work with none the wiser. The stories I had read still swirl around in my brain driving me crazy with lust. With the quick frigging in the bathroom being only a temporarily satisfaction, I get to where I can't stand the tingling deep in my pussy anymore. I hike my skirt back up to my waist in my car as I head home and shove my fingers back into my panties. Being careful to watch the road, as I am on an interstate highway, my finger quickly finds my swollen clit and rubs hard. I want a quick release before I get home so I keep up the hard friction and shove a finger into the entrance of my hot, wet pussy. Moving my fingers faster, I am so hot that I can feel the orgasm coming on. Being careful to watch the traffic, I glance around as I start to cum. Right next to me is a truck driver driving along side my car, keeping up with me. I don't think he can see all the way over on my side of the car and I am so close that I keep going until I feel my juices flowing all over my fingers and my ass lifts off the seat in pleasure. Pulling my fingers out, I rearrange my skirt and put my turn signal on to get into the lane behind the trucker so that I can exit to the right off the interstate to head home. As I slow down to let the trucker pass he pulls in front and I see his hand come out. Waving it around out his window, some white stuff flies off it and smacks my windshield. DAMN, He saw me and was beating off into his hand, sending me his cum as a signal just making sure that I know. As I make my exit, I hear his horn blasting his farewell and my face turns red in embarrassment. I pull into my garage and head into the house. My husband is sitting at the table staring at me strangely. He asks me what I was doing and I look at him innocently and say why? He says "Because your skirt is tucked into your panties and the crotch is soaked. I tell him "I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait and played with myself on the way home" "You did huh?" He says "and what about the guy that got off watching you?" "There wasn't a guy" I reply. He gets up and grabs me by the arm, dragging me down the steps outside and over to my car. "What's that then?" he points to the cum on my windshield. I don't have a chance to reply as he shoves my head down and orders me to lick it up. Not wanting to, I try to pull my head away but he shoves me against the car bending me over the hood and rubs my nose into it. "Lick it up now, bitch or it will go worse for you." Fear churning in my gut and my slimy juices still pooling in my panties, I start to comply. My tongue snakes out and licks my car clean of the truckers spew while my husband rips my skirt and panties off in one strong swipe. "You're one horny little cunt aren't you, playing with yourself for that trucker" "Well now you can give us all a show. Reach down and shove those fingers back into your snatch and you better make damn sure we all have a good view." His hand still pushing my head into the hood of the car, I can't see behind me to see what he is talking about or who "We" is. My hesitation angers him and his other hand comes across my buttocks hard and fast. "Now bitch, we are waiting." I reach down and shove my fingers up my cunt and begin playing with it, "Faster bitch, we want to see you make yourself cum". I move them faster and he slides his hand down, spreading my legs further apart exposing all my secret places. His fingers glide up over my ass cheeks and down the crack, circling my asshole. Bringing his fingers down, he dips them into my pussy along with my fingers, making me moan. "You like that don't you, you slutty little bitch. Well how about this" He slides his fingers back up and shoves one up my asshole while another one is still deep in my pussy. His then slides his thumb in my ass alongside the one already in there and puts his ring finger into my pussy along with his middle finger. Pounding me hard with his fingers I feel my orgasm coming on. As I begin to cum, he yanks his hand away leaving only my fingers in my pussy, my juices running down them and onto my wrist. I feel a hand near my ass again and fingers sliding back into my tight hole; two, than three than…. a cock? Oh my god, my mind starts racing, who is behind me? Struggling in my husband's grasp to turn around, the man behind me smacks me hard on the ass. "Don't move bitch" my husband says as the unknown man crams his hard cock up my ass in one powerful thrust. Grabbing my hips he slams me against the side of the car as hard as he can, filling my asshole deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. I can hear him grunting in pleasure and his hands tighten on my hips making me realize that he is close to cumming. His hand comes down on my ass and begins to slap it with each thrust. Over and over again his hand comes down making my cheeks burn until finally he groans deep in his throat and crams his cock in as far as he can, shoving my face further up the hood of the car, spewing his juice deep in my asshole. As he backs away from me, he gives my ass cheeks another firm slap, chuckling as he went. Still holding me down, my husband says "So did you like that up your ass, you horny slut? You love to be fucked don't you?" Pulling me off the car, he drags me upstairs to our room and loosely ties my hands and feet spread eagle to our bedposts. Grabbing my blouse he rips it from collar to hem yanking it away from my body. Bringing the blouse to my face he blindfolds me with it so that nothing can be seen through it. "Well I have more surprises for you, baby. Since you're so horny, you're going to love this!" I think I hear steps coming into the room but it's hard to hear over the pounding of my heart and the blood rushing to my pussy. I feel five or six pairs of hands on my body caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I feel a mouth and tongue circling each one as another crawls under me on the bed (explaining the reason why the bindings are tied loose). My body lying flush above his, he crams his cock into my ass and starts fucking me. Another climbs on top and plunges his big hard dick into my pussy filling both my holes and making me gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. As each cock plunges out of my holes, I feel another one at the entrance of my lips. Grabbing my chin and yanking my mouth open, I feel this big stiff member being shoved down my throat. I never thought my body could take so many cocks at one time and feeling them pounding my holes so thoroughly had me cumming over and over again. My pussy so wet that I can feel it oozing onto the guy beneath me, making his balls sopping wet as he's slapping them against my ass. Grunting, the cock in my pussy plunges deep and he yanks his cock out and shoots it up over my belly and between my tits. The prick in my ass plows in and out as my throat takes another one deep, my tongue swirling all around the head. He jerks deep, yanks his cock out of my mouth and spews on my face, yanking my mouth open so that I swallow most of it. The one under me who is still pounding my asshole yanks it out and shoots his wad between my pussy lips and over my belly. I can hear their heavy breathing as they climb off the bed and back away from my spread eagle – cum covered body. I hear them leave and my husband's voice coming from the corner of the room. "How does it feel to have all your holes filled and covered in a strangers cum?" I hear him stand up and come over to the bed. He leans over and whips off the blindfold making me blink at the sudden light. He is naked and unties my feet and hands. Climbing on the bed, he flips over my cum covered body and rams his cock huge cock deep into my pussy. Fucking me hard, he rams my pussy over and over again calling me a slut and horny bitch. His hands come down hard on my ass and he tells me I deserve a good spanking for being such a sleaze. He spanks my ass hard with one hand and crams his thumb deep up my asshole. "You loved it, didn't you? You love being a little whore for all those men and now you're my little whore. Here to fuck and suck me till I cum. How do you like my big hard cock deep in your pussy? You love it bitch, don't you?" He fucks me hard and furious, plunging his fingers in my asshole and spanking my ass cheeks black and blue. Pulling his cock out of my cunt he rams it into my asshole and moves his hands up my back. Leaning over me, filling my ass with his prick he brings his hands around pinches each of my nipples hard. His face buried in my neck he grabs the sensitive flesh on my shoulder with his teeth and bites me, stroking his cock in harder and harder I feel it swell in orgasm. He reaches down and flicks my swollen sopping wet pussy with a finger, finding my clit I scream in ecstasy, my juices running down my thighs and all over his hand. With one last final lunge he yanks his cock out of my ass, throws me on my back and shoots his cum all over my mouth and tits. As we fall onto the bed together exhausted, I think to myself, "Now that was a good fuck." He cuddles me against him and we both fall to sleep smiling. The Slut Wife I watched men approach her one by one, make their pitch and be cast aside like spoiled apples at the grocery store. I was sitting on one side of the bar and she was seated next to an empty chair on another side sipping a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. From my perch, I looked her over like an eagle sees its prey and I knew that very soon, I would be swooping into her life and catch my prize. I picked up my Perrier and strut toward her. Another two men in succession made their pitches and were cast aside. One was discourteous and I used it to my advantage. When he looked at me I glared at him, held his glance and stared him down. I said nothing but he felt my energy and he walked away unsure of himself. I sat down in the chair next to her and ordered another Perrier. That was really everyone's oversight. When I turned to her she was already gazing in my direction, almost waiting with anticipation. "You look lovely tonight," I said to her. "Thank you," she said, "do I know you?" "If you did you wouldn't be asking, would you." I said to her. I noted the bounce in her curling black hair. It cascaded down all sides of her head except at her face where it was shorter and pulled to the sides. She wore light makeup, pale blue eye shadow, thick mascara and a glossy red color on her lips. A black strapless cocktail dress clung to her curvy chest and extended down further than I cared to look at the moment. "Are you here alone?" she asked. "I am. And are you? I asked her in return. "I am. But I don't wish to be," she said. "Me neither. Shall we sit together until someone wants us?" I asked. She smiled and laughed at my joke and I said "my name is John Grace." "I'm Joannie Stevens," she said and extended her hand to me. I took it in mine and noted the wedding ring on her finger. "Where is Mr. Stevens?" I asked and looked up at her. "He's tied up at the moment." She smiled but didn't pull her hand away and so I held onto it and looked down the side of her body, noting the black nude stockings over her legs, the gold chain around her ankle and the shiny black stiletto shoes on her feet. "Do you make a habit out of looking so divine and going for an evening without your husband?" "I enjoy the attention I draw and the power to reject those who are unworthy of my interest." "What is your interest this evening?" "A handsome man to have a drink with, maybe dinner and then we'll see." "I have a table waiting for me. Would you join me?" "I'd like that," she said. She followed the Hostess to our table, and I followed her. Joannie is a tall, lithe woman with long smooth legs that make a man hard in his pants when he looks at her and thinks the thoughts I did as I followed her to our table. We sat in my usual corner booth facing the open room. Joannie got in first and scooted around to the middle and I sat next to her and stretched my legs under the table. "This is very nice" she said. Then she leaned closer to me and asked "what are you wearing, it smells really good." "My family's signature fragrance for men; it is called M." "I like it," she whispered. She moved her closest hand over my thigh and straight to my crotch. "It makes me want to have sex," she said. "It's an aphrodisiac." I covered her hand with mine and said "I like its particular effect on you." And I pressed her hand against my growing erection while boldly looking into her eyes. She did not retreat, she simply grasped hold of my hidden package and smiled. "I like it too, and I want to feel you inside me tonight." We ate a light meal and departed the restaurant together about 9 pm. We got in my car as she had arrived earlier by taxi and she directed me to her home. On the way there she had her hand was in my trousers firmly grasping my erection. As she stroked me up and down and lightly raked the crown with her finger nails, she told me more about her relationship with husband. They are a couple of kinksters. He likes dominant women and has been her pet for several years and then last month they got married. His thing is he likes to be controlled by her and she likes controlling him in all facets of his life. As she told me her story I half believed her and my cock totally fell for it. I was so hard that paying attention to driving was becoming a challenge. "Turn right at the next street," she said, "my house is the fourth one on the left after that." When I got to the fourth house on the left she said "That's his car over there." She pointed to a little Ford further down the road. "You can park in the garage. I have the clicker with me." In the garage, I parked next to an SL 500. When the door rolled down again, she leaned over my lap and took my cock into her mouth. In one swooping gesture, she sucked my cock all the way to the base and then lifted her head up and looked at me. "You taste so fucking good. If you want you can do me out here first or just take me inside and fuck me right in front of him." "And he's tied up?" "I tied him to the foot of the bed before I left. He's naked and wearing a cock cage. It will really humiliate him to see me cum for you." Joannie's eyes were glazed and glossy with lust as she looked at me. "Kiss me on the mouth Joannie." She leaned in and put her hands on my thighs and opened her mouth just before making contact with my lips. She was a hungry slut, an unfulfilled wife freely giving herself to a man willing to fuck her in front of her inadequate husband. When our lips touched we let our passions explode and I put my arms around her shoulders and brought her close to me. She sat in my lap with her feet on the passenger seat. We made out with wreckless abandon like young lovers do. It felt so good to kiss her and to feel her tongue press into mine. "Let's go inside and humiliate him together. He'll love it, you'll see." "Okay," I said. I opened the door on my side and pushed her out while holding her cradled in my left arm at the same time. It was effective and we got out rather quickly but I held onto her, protecting her from any unnecessary fall. My cock poked out of my trousers and she said "I can't help myself," and squatted down to take me into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast on my cock for several strokes before stopping. Then she rose upward and said "follow me." I tucked my cock back in my pants and zipped up while following this sexy slut wife. Inside her house we walked to her bedroom and there I got the first evidence proving her story was true. A naked man wearing something over his crotch was sitting on the floor. His arms were strapped with leather and bound to the footboard of a king size bed. He spoke first. "Who the hell is this? Where have you been? Untie me!" "He's a real man. He took me to dinner, opened the car door for me and everything," she said. The man on the floor said nothing. "What's that on your crotch?" I asked him. "It's a CB 2000," he said with confidence. I squatted down near him and said "that's the small one isn't it." His face reddened. Joannie laughed. "You know about those?" "Not really. It looks small." I rose and stepped closer to Joannie. "I can see why you're out on the nightly prowl for men." "Lucky for me I found one with a lot of promise," she replied. Whatever anxiety she may have felt earlier at the restaurant had long since vanished now that we were interacting in front of her controlled husband. This was such a bizarre situation and yet Joannie's physical attractiveness and her wanton attitude to be naughty with me made the occasion especially inviting. Joannie put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately like long lost lovers. She moaned throughout our kiss and when we stopped to catch our breath she told her husband what a great kisser I was. The kink between them increased the eroticism for Joannie as well as me. With each enticing word she shared with him, I wanted to fuck her harder and longer. "He has a magnificent cock," she told her husband. "I already sucked it in the car on the way over here." She reached down to my trousers and unzipped my fly. Then she pulled my erection out of my pants and gave me several long strokes with her fist before she knelt at my feet and took me into her mouth. She moaned while my cock was in her throat and the vibration on the head had a wonderful effect. "Your mouth feels so good Joannie," I said as I combed my fingers through her curls and grasped her head. I thrust my pelvis forward while holding her head firmly in place. In doing so, my cock stabbed into her throat and I swear to god this woman simply sucked me harder. "God damn you Joannie, you fuckin slut!" her husband yelled. He struggled against his binding. "You selfish whore, you get all the fun and I can't even stroke." "I don't like your tone punk. If you don't want me to beat the shit out of you I suggest you hold your tongue." Joannie inhaled deeply and sucked me down her throat. She reached up and covered one of my hands with her own and pressed it until I took over. It was becoming very clear to me that she didn't just want to have sex, she wanted to be used while her husband looked on, unable to stop it. When I felt her lick my balls while the tip of my cock was buried in her throat, I told him what was happening and asked him if she ever did that for him. I laughed loudly as he shook his head no. "She's incredible. I think I'll stay the night. Does anyone object?" "I do. This is my house, you can't stay here." Joannie withdrew my cock from her mouth but held onto it firmly. "Don't listen to him. It's my house. He put it in my name when I married him. You stay as long as you like." "Stand up honey and keep your hand on my cock if you want to." She stood and did exactly as I requested. She stood close to me on my right side with her left hand loosely grasping my cock. She stroked it slowly and waited for me to speak again. I slipped my arm around her back and let my hand fall to cup her right ass cheek. It was firm, not squishy. "You have a very nice ass darling," I said to her, "I'm looking forward to sodomizing you." "Oh my god," said her punk husband. "How many times have you fucked your wife?" "I've never been allowed to." I laughed. "You're kidding. You have a hot wife who is naturally beautiful and horny and you are a wimp of man unable to satisfy her. You should be ashamed of yourself." "She won't let me." "Your wife wants a man who doesn't ask permission, he does what he wants." I touched the front of Joannie's dress and cupped her right breast. She moaned as I closed my grip on the material and her breast. Soon I was moderately squeezing and she did nothing to stop me. Instead she turned her gaze to me and I kissed her on the mouth. Her sweet mouth opened right up for my tongue and we French-kissed passionately before her bound husband. When I found the zipper on the back of her dress, I pulled it down and then peeled the front of her dress down and away. Now she was topless and I touched her bare breasts with my left hand. Joannie remained at my side, exposing her natural tits to her husband all the while allowing me to grope her. I moved my right hand down her back, over the bunched up portion of her dress and then to her bare ass cheek. My fingers dove down the crack and landed on her thong. I reached down further until I was cupping her mound with my palm. I watched him watching me with her. His silent curiosity gave him away. He knew what I was doing and he said nothing to distract me. He wanted it that way. And so to reward his good behavior, I said "your wife is already exceptionally wet." It had the affect it should have. He closed his eyes momentarily and felt the reality sink in. Joannie moaned freely as I pressed her thong between the folds of her pussy with my middle finger. I toyed with her pussy by raking my fingers over the material and pressing firmly in order to further stimulate her sex drive. It worked wonders until finally she asked me if it would be okay if she took off her dress. "Yes, but leave your shoes on," I said. While she removed her dress I squatted next to her husband and whispered "Your wife is one fine bitch, I'm really enjoying myself with her. I hope you're going to be quiet and cooperative this evening. Who knows if you play along you might get rewarded." He looked at me without speaking. I could see the impact of the eroticism in his eyes. He was humiliated and turned on at the same time. I reached down and snapped the back of my index finger against his cock cage and said "how did you come to wearing this?" "She put it on me." "Yes but who's idea was it?" "Mine." "How do you like wearing it so far?" "It doesn't feel as sexy as it looked in the catalog." I laughed. "You're so funny. I like that." Then I looked at him without emotion and said "when I fuck your wife, I don't want to hear a sound from you unless one of us asks you for a response. Now do I need to gag your dirty mouth or will you remain silent like a good cuck boy should?" "I think I might need to be gagged." "I appreciate your honesty. Do you have a ball gag?" He shook his head no. "What about a tennis ball and duct tape?" "I think we might have that in the garage," said Joannie. She was standing naked and looking glorious in her high heels. I stood and said "show me honey." She extended her hand to me and said "Come with me, lover." In the garage, I fucked Joannie on the hood of my car. She lay on her back like a true slut and opened her legs to me. Her pussy glistened under the overhead light and I simply accepted her invitation by mounting her with my clothes on. As wet as she was, she was also tight and so I had to push harder than I expected in order to attain full penetration. Her tightness made it so much more fun and the friction I felt while I fucked her was incredible. "I'm enjoying myself," I told her as I pushed in deep. Her eyes opened and she said "Me too, you feel incredible. I'm just enjoying every moment." "I half believed you before we got here that you had a husband. How did you end up with that guy?" "He begged me for months and I finally gave in." I was slowly sawing in and out of her pussy. The talk, the scene, the knowledge of her husband bound in their bedroom and the beautiful woman I was with was taking a toll on the state of my cock. A great lover prides himself in his stamina and ability to withstand orgasm until his partner achieves her own and I was finding it increasingly difficult to live up to that standard with Joannie beneath me. "Do you like him? How mean does he want it?" "I like him and he wants us to be unmerciful." "I want to cum inside you. Then I want to see you tell him, mount him and force him to clean you out." "Oh my god, that's so hot." She wrapped her legs around my waist and said "fuck me hard sir, I love it hard and fast. Cum in me when you need to. I want to do everything you want." Then she moaned as I picked up the pace of pounding her. After only a few more minutes, Joannie began having her first orgasm and I followed soon after. My load filled her and overflowed as I rammed her hard. When I was done cumming inside her I pulled out and stepped back to give her room to dismount the hood of my car. The slut lifted herself off the hood and slipped to the floor with ease. From there she dropped to her knees as if in prayer and offered to clean my cock with her mouth. How could a man in his right mind refuse such a warm offering from the married woman he just soiled? I accepted gladly and she began by cupping my balls in the base of her hand and held my cock upright with her fingers. My cock was adoringly licked up and down and all around over and over again. When I thought she was done, she kept going, repeating every lick and stroke up or down and all around over and over again. This blowjob was turning out to be more than just a thorough cleaning and as I stiffened again she picked up her pace and soon my erection was ready for re-entry inside her. "I've always fantasized about meeting a woman like you, this is so cool." "What am I?" "A hot wife, a woman in control of her marriage and who looks outside of it simply for the pleasure." "I love your cock. It is magnificent and feels wonderful inside me. You have no idea what I have to put up with. I just want to enjoy it as long as I can." "I want to fuck you again, right here, right now," I said to her. "How would you like to take me?" I looked down at the floor between us and said "it looks pretty clean right here, what do you say?" She smiled and then got down on her hands and knees. She shook her ass a little and looked over her shoulder at me with a broad smile. "Mount up cowboy," she said. I squatted down and poked my cock into her wet hole. It slid in easily and I grasped her hips in my hands and pushed in and out of her several strokes before moving into a kneeling position. With each plunge inside her, we both heard the unmistakable sounds of a previous cum deposit being forced out of her. If I were younger, I'd have the everlasting strength to pummel her hard enough to empty her, but I am 44 and must move to my knees in short order. But kneeling behind such a beautiful and willing woman is no sacrifice and I take pleasure in knowing I am welcome to unload inside her again and again and again. "Why don't you get an annulment?" "What?" she asked. "Why do you stay married to him? Why not get an annulment?" I continued fucking her, albeit slowly. "It's an option and I am considering it. But lately, he's been doing housework and I hate housework. I'm playing along with him, wondering if he's serious or going to flake out on me." "So you want him like this?" "It's so addictive. I'm working with an attorney to draw up papers that will protect me in case he suddenly files for divorce." "That's a good idea. Why fuck up your happiness as a wife who is only acting upon her wimp husband's wishes." I pushed into her as deeply as I could and held myself inside her while my cock throbbed. Her story was so narcissistic and erotic. I wanted to learn every detail and become part of the journey if she would let me. "Was he serious, in the 7 years he was with you before marriage you never let him fuck you?" "He's fucked me. He's good at it too. Unfortunately, he hasn't fucked me since we got married. On our honeymoon, he lay between my legs, licking my pussy like a pro and telling me of his cuckold wishes, how he desired to clean me out after I was freshly fucked my another man." "How did you respond?" "I came on his face. The idea sounded so incredibly hot to me. His fantasy really pushes the boundaries of marriage but that makes it exciting for me too. When I told him I wanted him inside me, he retrieved a dildo and used that instead. He told me a cuckold doesn't deserve to fuck his wife." "No, he certainly doesn't," I said to her and rammed her harder. "I'm not a cold-hearted bitch. It took some time for me to really believe this is truly what he wanted and what I wanted. That our marriage can survive and thrive." "I think it's hot that you are in control of him and that you give yourself freely to me." "Tonight was the first night I went on the prowl for a man to fuck. You were just too good to pass up. I'm glad you came home with me," she said. I stopped talking and concentrated on the joy of fucking this wanton hot wife as we knelt on the floor of her garage. I grasped her hips and pulled her toward me as I thrust into her. Her pussy was wet as ever, the recipient of an everlasting flow of female lube. And yet, she felt wonderfully tight on my firm erection. The friction took its toll and as I listened to her cum, I came once again too. The Slut Wife On the way back to her bedroom, Joannie held her hand at her crotch to keep my sinful fluid inside her. I was just as bad as I carried a tennis ball under my own sweaty balls and a roll of duct tape in my left hand. We shared mischievous laughter while trying to be quiet as we ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Just before we got to the top of the stairs Joannie turned to me and said "If you want to dominate me in front of him, I'll do anything you want." I looked her over. Making it completely obvious to her that I was checking her out and while doing so, I noticed she still had her mound cupped with one hand. "When we enter the bedroom, stand off to the side and continue holding my cum inside you until I give permission for you to mount his face." "Oh my god, you're so wicked," she exclaimed and flung one arm around my neck and French kissed me passionately. When we broke our kiss, I turned and she followed me into their bedroom. "What the fuck Joannie?" he wailed. I snapped my fingers in his direction. "How long does it take to go to the garage and fetch a tennis ball?" I clapped my hands once to get his attention. When he faced me, I saw his anger. "Drop the attitude punk," I said to him. "Screw you, mind your own business," he said in defiance. Then he turned to her and repeated his question, "what took you so long Joannie." I slapped his face hard and he looked in my direction with his mouth open in disbelief. "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you punk." His lips closed and I surmised he was waiting for me to continue. "We were there long enough for me to cum twice inside your wife's pussy," I said. I watched him as he looked at his wife. I turned to look at Joannie and she was lewdly cupping her pussy with one hand and ever so lightly stroking her nipple with her other hand. "She's one hot fucking babe. If she were my wife I'd give her a healthy dose of my cock daily but I'd never let another man fuck her." My words cut straight into his heart and his face reddened with shame. When he turned to face me, I said "I've got something for you, would you like to have it?" "What is it?" I stood and unzipped my trousers. "Tell me you want it first." "Oh my god," she mumbled. "I can't hear you. Say it loud enough so your wife can hear it too." "I want to suck your cock," he said. "What?" I replied. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I reached into my trousers and extracted the tennis ball. Then I snapped my fingers and said "Joannie, its time for you to prove to your faggot husband what he already knows. Mount his face and feed him my delicious cum." Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved in front of him. She towered him as he sat on the floor facing her and very quickly moved her hands along side his head, covering his ears and thrusting her pelvis forward. "Lap it all up like a good little dog. Show us how hungry you are for man cum." I laughed as the punk licked his wife's crotch. She ground herself against his face and moaned. When she turned to look at me, I rose and pulled my cock out of my trousers. I was rock hard again and when I took my place beside her, she moved away from her husband. He turned to look in my direction and stared at my cock. When his lips parted I said "ask permission first." "May I suck your cock please sir?" he asked. I held my cock at the base and moved it away from his mouth. "Is your wife's cunt clean?" I asked him while looking into Joannie's eyes. She was shaking her head no and moving closer in my direction. "Looks like she needs to mount that mouth of your's hubby dear. Be sure and finish your work this time," I said. When she moved in, he tilted his neck back and opened his mouth. She mounted his face with ease and ground herself against his nose first and then lowered herself onto his waiting tongue. With his tongue darting into her pussy, Joannie ground herself hard against his mouth. Each thrust against her husband's mouth caused him to wince and squeal, thus giving her cause to shriek with excitement. The pain she caused him was her aphrodisiac and she ground herself harder and harder to feed her new appetite. "I don't hear you swallowing my cum bitch boy," I said loudly over the sounds Joannie made. "Show us your thirst for man cum knows no bounds and I will let you swallow my cock." The audible swallowing sounds that ensued were as real as Joannie's orgasm. I squatted down to get a closer look and while doing so I reached out and took hold of his closest nipple. Pinching it hard and twisting it with my thumb and index finger did the trick. Once his mouth was free of her pussy, I snapped my fingers and told Joannie to go down on her husband and get him hard with her tongue and mouth. While she complied and lay down between his legs and began her mouth work, I put the tennis ball on the floor and then tore off a long strip of duct tape. With the tape on the ball I said "open up" to him and then pushed the ball into his mouth and pressed the tape alongside his face. He moaned with the ball in his mouth and I applied several more strips of tape, wrapping one long strip completely around his head. I took care to make sure that his nostrils were free of tape but the ball was firmly in his mouth and unlikely to fall out unless I removed the tape. I watched Joannie lick the cock cage with the tip of her tongue while her husband writhed in agony. His cock was inflating and yet there was no where for it to expand and the discomfort spreading across his face made me want to encourage her to keep going. "Your wife is so sexy. I'm glad you talked her into living the life of the slut wife." I got up and took off my clothes. I saw him watch me and writhe in pain as his erection continued to press against the confining cage. "She gives incredible head, it's too bad you can't feel the softness of her throat contract on your tool as she shove it down deep. Did I tell you that she eagerly cleaned my cock after I came inside her? She's simply incredible." I stood over his wife's body and told her to open her legs. When she complied, I squatted down and pried open her ass cheeks so that I could rub my erection between them. As I rubbed myself on her, I looked forward and saw her husband watching. "I'm going to sodomize your precious wife soon. It's so hot knowing you get to see me do it. Is your cock pain excruciating?" He nodded and whimpered over the ball. "A guy that refuses his wife the physical pleasure of his cock on her honey moon deserves excruciating pain. I bet you're sorry now huh?" He nodded. I looked down to pay attention to what I was doing and dipped my cock into her pussy. She was very much exceptionally wet and I slid in easily. I sawed her pussy several strokes simply to wet my cock and then I spit a big gob of saliva onto her ass hole and massaged it with my thumb until it poked inside her. I moved away from Joannie and slapped her ass playfully. "Rise up a little sweetheart so I can move inside your ass now." Joannie raised her ass up. "Now reach back and hold your cheeks open for me. Again, Joannie complied with my wishes and held her cheeks open for me. It took a few moments but I managed to push hard enough to penetrate her ass with the engorged mushroom head of my cock. Joannie reached back and helped guide my shaft into her and soon I was beginning a slow rhythmic pace, sawing in and out of her. Every other thrust inward went a little deeper and before long I was balls deep in her ass. Joannie moaned and explained to her husband how full she felt having her ass full of hot hard cock for the first time in her life. When I heard that I said "man you really blew it. You could have had her ass cherry and now I'm taking it." I withdrew from her ass almost completely and then plunged back into her all the way until my balls touched her crotch. Joannie moaned like a girl in heat. She was incredibly tight and I rode her like a pro. Stuffing her full, withdrawing and re-stuffing her again and again until I was ready to cum once more. When the magic moment was nearly here, I said to Joannie, "I want to cum inside your ass. If you want it too, suck his balls into your mouth and bite down hard until I pull out. Much to my delight, Joannie did not hesitate. Pent up anger combined with her lust and she eagerly sucked her husband's balls into her mouth and then without further warning she bit them. Her aggression to her husband was her submission to me and his muffled screams into the tennis ball confirmed the impact of her obedience. The exchange of power between us was made. Consumed with raw lustful energy, I rammed her ass hard, plunging my cock in and out like a combustive engine's pistons firing in and out of the valves. There was no remorse and no mercy. We were just a well oiled machine firing on all cylinders. I was near the point of orgasm when I leaned down over her body and whispered "your work on his balls is done. You may now bite his inner thighs, bruising them as you like." She let up on his balls immediately and the screaming stopped shortly thereafter. She turned to face me and our passion for one another overcame reason and we kissed. Our kiss was the loving kind and soon our tongues danced together. Of course I continued to thrust inside her ass though now my strokes were shorter and slower so as to ensure our kiss lingered as long as possible. When our kiss ended, I felt an incredible desire to take her to the bed and make love to her. But Joannie was determined to carry out my whispered request. She lowered her head to his left inner thigh, opened her mouth and clamped down hard onto his flesh with her lower jaw pressing upward to her upper jaw. His screams began immediately. It was one long howl muffled by the tennis ball. I started laughing and just kept laughing but when she stopped her task to look at me I stopped laughing and got up off of her. "What's the matter?" she asked me. I looked down at my flaccid cock. "My cock is dirty from your ass. Go wet a wash cloth with warm water and return to clean it off." "Wouldn't you rather I use my mouth?" she asked. "No. Now go," I said and snapped my fingers in her direction. When she got up and walked to the bathroom, I relished in the power she gave me. Not only could I fuck her whenever I wanted, I could tell her what to do and there was no disagreement. After she went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, I squatted down next to her husband and said "I want to impregnate your wife and that's why I refused to cum in her ass. She's probably already pregnant as I have sprayed her cervix twice already. But after she cleans my cock, I intend to make love to her in your bed for the remainder of the evening." Then I rose and joined her in the bathroom. Joannie knelt at my feet and lovingly cleaned my cock with the warm washcloth. When I was satisfied that my cock was clean, I allowed her to suck me to a full erection state. When I felt hard as ever, I tapped her head and beckoned her to rise next to me. We kissed open-mouthed and then I picked her up and she placed her arms around my neck and smiled. "You deserve a wonderful honey-moon memory Joannie and tonight I am going to make love to you in your marital bed as though you were my wife." Her eyes sparkled from the bathroom lighting and brimmed with water. She kissed me forcefully on the lips and then said "I'm so glad you want me." With my intention disclosed and agreed to, I carried her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Hubby remained in place where she tied him down earlier before embarking on her journey. No one could have predicted the fun that had taken place already nor the fun that was to begin anew. But we enjoyed each other immensely and after my final orgasm inside her, we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms. The Slut Wife I smiled as Greg pushed his chair back and eased the erection that was threatening to burst open the fastenings of his jeans into a more comfortable position. He smiled up at me as he looked at the computer screen. "Wow, that Lady Grey, how does she do it? It's just one good story after another." I leaned over and ran my hand along his hard cock. "She certainly does things for you," I said, smiling at him as I watched as he posted a vote of ten and dropped her a short note thanking her for her latest submission. We had just finished reading the latest submission by Lady Grey, our number one favorite author on Erotic Stories.com. "I wonder if Laura has actually done some of these things she writes about?" I shrugged. "I guess she must have," I said. "If not, how could she know so much about being a slut wife? How could she so intimately describe every detail and feeling?" I knew he especially liked the slut wife stories. They really turned him on, and I often wondered if he thought about me being that way. Would he really like to see me naked in front of strangers, or maybe even going as far as actually having sex with other men? God, just the thought of it made an exciting shiver go through my body He shut down the computer and we made our way through to the bedroom. "I'll just shower off, darling," he said, opening the bathroom door and moving inside. I started to slowly undress and slipped naked into bed. When he returned, he got in beside me and we cuddled up together. I knew he was feeling horny; he always was after reading the stories on Erotica. I smiled and pressed myself up against him. I felt his hand run over the smooth curve of my bottom and then down between my legs. I groaned and parted my thighs, allowing him access to the warm dampness of my pussy. His fingers slid into me and I groaned again, rolling over onto my back. I reached down and my hand encircled the thickness of his hard cock. "I hope this is all for me," I said with a grin, licking my tongue wetly over my lips. He eased himself on top of me and I spread my legs to accommodate him. I rubbed the head of his cock up against the lips of my pussy, opening it up, and he gently eased himself inside. I wrapped my legs around him and clung to him tightly, my finger nails digging into his back. I could feel my hard nipples rubbing against his chest as he drove himself deep into my welcoming body. I loved sex with Greg. He was such a good lover, and we usually managed it most nights, and quite often again in the mornings when we awoke. He was a wonderful husband. He completely satisfied my sexual needs, and I loved him for it. I would do anything he asked of me, anything at all for my wonderful lover. ***** The following evening just after dinner we sat relaxing in the lounge, the CD player playing softly. Greg was reading the sports page of the evening paper and I was reading the latest copy of 'Heat' magazine, a popular favorite of mine. I suddenly stopped reading and looked across at Greg. "It says here that 85% of the men interviewed in this survey fantasized about seeing their wife with another man." Greg looked up from his paper with a slight smile on his face. "Do you believe that's right?" I asked. Greg shrugged. "If it says so in there, it must be right," he said with a grin. I looked at him. "Would you like to see me with another man?" I asked softly. I could see he was taken aback for a moment. He wasn't sure what to say. "You would, wouldn't you? I can read you like a book," I smiled. I put the magazine down and went over and sat beside him. I wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Would you really like to watch another man fuck me, darling?" I could see that he was slightly embarrassed and not quite sure just what to say. Then he shook his head. "I don't know. It's hard to say. It's just that I have this fantasy." I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. "Greg, my darling, you know I'll do anything for you, but I want you to be really sure about this." I paused looking at him. "I will do it for you if you want me to, but you'll have to help me." He turned to me and our lips met in a hot, hungry kiss. Then suddenly we were tearing at each other's clothes. My skirt was up around my waist and he just ripped my panties off, destroying them completely. In the meantime, I was working franticly to loosen his belt, and at last managed to extract his already hard cock. Then I lay back on the sofa, legs spread wide, and with a strangled cry, he was thrusting into me. We screwed like two rutting animals until with a cry, we came almost in unison. Afterwards, we lay breathless in each other's arms. "Are you really going to let another man fuck me?" I asked. "You mean you would do it?" I shrugged. "I suppose it could be fun. It's a really interesting idea, and if you don't find it a problem, seeing me with another guy--- but then you know it's you I really love, the other guys, whoever they are, would mean nothing to me although I guess I would enjoy the sex, and if you would get a kick out of it as well, then let's give it a go." I don't think Greg could believe what he was hearing from me. Here was his wonderful wife actually agreeing to have sex with another guy while he watched them. Over the next few nights we started to make plans; the where, the how, and most importantly, the who. Just planning the adventure increased our sexual appetite for each other. Each night turned into a sexual marathon, usually starting downstairs on the rug or the sofa and finishing in the bedroom, usually via the bathroom, and lasting long into the night. At last the plans were in place. The first who, it was decided, would be Greg's best friend and business partner, John Preston. We both agreed he was the perfect choice. Greg knew he had always fancied me, and had even expressed his interests to me, jokingly I must say. So I fully agreed that John was a good first choice. So we decided that Greg should arrange it for him to come over for a meal on Friday evening, just two days from now. "You're sure you still want to go ahead with this?" Greg asked, as we lay together in bed having just had a wonderful bout of sex. I could see he was still a little concerned about the practicality of the whole idea. I smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You bet," I said with some enthusiasm. "I've wondered for a long time what your friend John was hiding from me in his pants." Greg shook his head and returned my smile. "I can't really believe you're saying that. I would never have believed you'd ever go along with a thing like this." I leaned over and kissed him. "Maybe I've always been a closet slut," I said with a big smile. The following night Greg came home and told me that everything was fixed up with John for Friday. After dinner we were sitting in the lounge when I suddenly looked over at Greg. "I know we've already set this thing up for tomorrow, but I was just wondering when the time came what would happen if I decided that I could not actually go through with it?" Greg looked at me alarmed. I smiled. "No, don't panic darling. I'm not going to back out now, but don't you think it would be a good idea to try something else a little easier before we get to the big one?" "How do you mean?" I looked across at him. "Well, I imagine it's going to be pretty exciting showing myself off in front of John, but I don't want to spoil things on the night. I really want to be sure I can go through with it. I was just thinking maybe we could have a practice run." "Have you something in mind?" I smiled. "Well, you know the other night we ordered a pizza from that little place down the road?" Greg nodded. "And if you remember, I told you at the time it was delivered by this rather dishy student?" Greg looked at me and shook his head. "No, no, I'm not sure I want some young student fucking you; we don't know who he is." I smiled and shook my head. "No darling, I wasn't thinking about him fucking me, although the idea does have some appeal," I said cheekily, "but what I thought was if we ordered a pizza and it was the same guy, I might open the door to him wearing something sexy, just flash him, you know just to get the feel of things." Greg grinned. "You're really getting into this, aren't you?" I smiled and nodded. "I'm so hot darling, just thinking about it. I just can't wait for tomorrow night. I want to do something now." "Okay, I'm willing to give it a go," he said. I could see the idea excited him, and he was at last realizing his fantasy and getting a chance to see his wife flashing her body off to a total stranger. "You go and get into something sexy and I'll order the pizza." He picked up the phone. "Do you want Ham and pineapple with a stuffed crust?" he asked. I smiled, "The stuffed crust sounds interesting," I said with a grin. I made my way upstairs as I heard Greg ring in the order. "Fifteen to twenty minutes," Greg said before he put the phone down. "That will be fine." I went up to our bedroom and undressed completely before slipping into a long silk negligee. I tied the belt loosely before going back downstairs. In the lounge Greg had moved one of the arm chairs around so that he could clearly see the front door but not be seen by any one who was standing there. Greg smiled when he saw the revealing negligee I had decided to wear. I noticed him staring and looked down to see the points of my nipples already showing clearly as they pressed against the thin material. He smiled. "You look fantastic." He came over to where I was standing and ran his hand suggestively over my breasts. I shivered and pulled away. "Don't do that, Greg. I'm feeling hot enough already. You'll have me cumming before he gets here." He grinned. "There's just one thing. What if it's not the young guy, but maybe some dirty old pervert?" I shrugged. "Well, I will just have to give him a thrill, and anyway, I have you here to protect me." As we waited for the pizza guy to show up, I could see Greg was excited about what was going to happen, and I must admit that now the time had actually come, I was having a few slight second thoughts about the whole thing. Could I actually stand there and expose myself to the pizza guy? We both jumped as suddenly the bell rang. I smiled at Greg and pulled the belt on the negligee undone and then held it together with my hands. The bell rang again. I walked quickly to the door and opened it. I smiled at the pizza guy. Luckily it was the same young guy who had delivered before. "Sorry," I smiled at him, "I was just getting out of the shower." I saw the guys eyes focused on the imprint of my nipples on the negligee. "That's okay," he said, "I didn't want it to get cold." I was holding the negligee together with one hand and I had my purse in the other. "How much do I owe you?" I asked. "That's 4.99 and 1.50 for the delivery charge," the guy said without dragging his eyes away from the firm swell of my breasts. He held out the pizza and I fumbled with my purse, and then I dropped it and it fell to the floor, spilling the contents. I bent down to retrieve it and at that moment I let go of the negligee, and as I expected, it fell open. The expression on the guy's face was a picture as I knew at that moment my naked body was exposed to him. He bent down and joined me as I scrabbled for the coins that were scattered around the floor. I knew that now as I squatted in front of him on the floor that he was getting a clear view of my exposed pussy. I mumbled an apology and tried unsuccessfully to pull the negligee together as we scrabbled on the floor. At last I managed to pull things together and handed him the cash. He looked at me in a daze for a moment. I don't think he really believed what he had just seen. He took the cash from me and held out the pizza. I reached out to take it from him. It was too big for me to hold in one hand so I had to release the negligee again. Obligingly it fell open, giving him a second look at my naked body. I smiled at the dazed guy as I eased the door closed with my foot. I could see him still standing there looking at the closed door. I guess he was hoping I might open it. On shaking legs, I walked through to the kitchen and placed the Pizza on the table. Then my hand went down to my pussy and I was not surprised to find it warm and wet. I was still rubbing my finger over it when Greg came in. Immediately I noticed a large erection tenting his pants. "God, that was so unbelievably exciting," he said. "I can't believe you actually did it." I smiled at him. "Just look at that," I said holding out my hand slick with my juices. "I'm dripping already." Greg looked at the wetness on my fingers. He moved over to me unfastening his pants as he came. He lifted me up and sat me on the unit. I spread my legs and he moved between them, his already dripping cock gripped in his hand. It was no effort for him to slide into the warm wetness of my pussy. I leaned back on the unit and squeezed his cock tightly. He groaned. Then he pushed the wrap off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. With one hand wrapped around my body, he pulled me towards him while he caressed my aching breasts with the other, tugging painfully on my extended nipples. I gripped onto him and cried out for more as he pumped into my willing body. If a two minute flash to the delivery guy got me into this state, what was I going to be like after tomorrow night's little event? The following evening while I prepared the meal, I had told Greg to call in with John at his local pub for a drink. We needed to get John in a receptive mood for what was to come later, and maybe Greg could sow a few seeds in his mind. I knew this would not be too much of a problem as John had always thought Greg had been a bit of a lucky guy to meet up with such an attractive beauty as me. We had decided that Greg should confide in John and let slip some rather intimate details about our sex life, and reveal to John the problems he was having coping with my insatiable appetite for sex. Hopefully, if things went well, by the time they finally arrived back at our place John would be thinking that if only he had such problems as a sexually insatiable and beautiful wife, and what a lucky bastard his old friend was. I smiled as I met the two men at the door. I could see that the first part of our plan had worked well and John seemed to be in a very relaxed mood as I greeted him with a hug and a kiss. We had devised the plan for the evening with some thought, even to deciding on what I should wear. My skirt, one of Alex's favorites, a long velvet wrap over, fastened with one button at the waist. Positioned correctly on my waist it parted easily to display my long legs as I walked. I had selected a tight white button through lamb's wool top. I had left it unbuttoned low enough to expose a deep attractive cleavage. I knew that my light support bra did little to conceal the prominent shape of the nipples pressing up against the thin wool of the top. I led the two men through to the lounge and quickly produced three large glasses of wine, and after a short chat, I excused myself to go and look to the meal. I could feel John's eyes on me as I made my way through to the kitchen. We ate as planned in the kitchen diner, and I kept up a witty and slightly sexual conversation with John while Greg kept him supplied with drink. I had told him to be careful as I didn't want him to overdo things and spoil everything. During the meal, I flirted openly with John, and every time I got up to serve another course, I made sure that when I placed the plate in front of him I bent over low enough to give him an enticing glimpse down my jumper. By the time coffee was served, together with large brandies, I could feel that the scene was set, and I was feeling excited about what was about to happen. I got up from the table. "I'm just going to clean these things away and fill the dishwasher," I said. "Then we can all go and relax in comfort." The two men were still seated at the table and I could feel their eyes on me as I bent over to load the pots into the dishwasher. "Don't you think my wife's got the most delightful arse?" I heard Greg comment. I could feel a slight tension in the air, as I squatted down in front of the dishwasher and the wrap over skirt parted and displayed quite a lot of my long stocking clad legs. "And what about those legs? I love women with long legs," Greg commented. I looked around at the two of them and smiled. "He's got a thing about my legs," I said. "Wouldn't you if you had a wife with legs like that?" Greg asked. John nodded uncertainly. "Just open your skirt up a little, darling, and show him." I played my part well pretending to be a little embarrassed, but I stood up and eased open my skirt just enough to display the dark lacy bands at the tops of my stockings. I could see the look on John's face as I stood there holding my skirt apart. I guess he was beginning to think all his birthdays had come at once. I knew that he had fancied me for some time and tonight he was not too sure where things were going. Greg came over and stood beside me. He put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me. Then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could feel he was trembling as he gently squeezed me. He looked at me, then at John. "I think it might be nice if we showed our friend John just how attractive you really are." I stared at him pretending to be a little shocked. I don't think John could actually believe what he was hearing. The drink had worked on him, but he was still not too sure what was going on. Then to his surprise and delight, Greg reached around and undid the one button that held the skirt around my waist. Like a matador, he whisked the skirt away and revealed to John my brief black thong and the slim black straps of my suspenders that trailed down across my white thighs and clipped onto my stockings. I saw John gasp. By this time, I was already beginning to feel hot and horny, and I could feel my juices seeping into the thin band of my thong. Greg reached behind and lovingly ran his hand over the firm twin curves of my bottom. John was just staring in amazement, unable to take his eyes off the scene that was unfolding before him. I felt completely wanton standing there with John looking at me. I knew my black lace thong concealed very little. Greg looked at me, then smiled as he slowly began one by one to undo the buttons of my jumper. When the buttons were open, he eased the jumper apart exposing my matching black bra. With one hand, he gently caressed my lace clad breast. John watched intently as Greg squeezed my breast. I was right into the swim of things by now, and it was turning out to be incredibly exciting as Greg slowly stripped me while John sat at the table and watched. Greg eased my jumper off my shoulders and I was left with just two brief items of clothing, apart from my stockings and suspenders of course. I was by now in a state of high excitement. My earlier experience with the pizza man was nothing compared to this. This time it was no accident. Here I was deliberately being stripped naked by my own husband while his best friend looked on, and if everything went to plan, I knew what was to follow. Just the thought of it was causing me to leak profusely. I dearly wanted to touch myself, but tonight that was not in the rules of the game. My excitement mounted as I felt Greg's fingers expertly unclasping my bra. I felt it fall free and slide down my arms exposing my breasts to John's stares. Greg cupped one of my bare breasts and squeezed it tenderly. I saw him smile to himself, I guess because my nipples were already like bullets. The Slut Wife Apart from my suspender belt and stockings, my brief thong was the only item left. Greg smiled over at John, then reached down, and gripping the thin waist band of my thong, (I couldn't believe the thrill I felt) he peeled away that last damp item of clothing from my body and revealed everything. The aroma of sex was almost over powering. I knew the small item of black lace he was still holding was soaking wet, drenched in my juices. He bent down and I gently lifted one foot at a time and allowed the last item to be slipped from my body. He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. Then he stood beside me proudly displaying me to his friend. I could see the hunger in John's eyes as he looked with excitement at my naked body. I smiled slightly as I saw him attempt to adjust the pressure that was obviously building up in his pants. Greg gripped my shoulders. "My wife," he said in an awed voice. "Isn't she just beautiful?" John nodded silently, his eyes never leaving my body. I smiled nervously at John, who still could not believe what was happening. "My God, Greg, you're a lucky bastard. She is so incredibly beautiful," he gasped at last. Greg took hold of my hand and led me towards the still gaping John. I felt my unrestrained breasts move slightly with the flowing movement of my body. "Let's all go through into the lounge. We can be more comfortable there." John rose from the table and followed us meekly. In the lounge, I had already set the scene. The lights were low, perfumed candles were scattered around the room filling the air with an intoxicating aroma, and soft sensual music was playing on the hi-fi. It felt incredibly exciting to be naked in the presence of the two men and I moved with confidence. I went over and sat down on the long sofa and smiled up at the two of them. Then I patted the sofa on either side of me. "Would you two gentlemen like to join me?" They didn't need a second invitation and quickly positioned themselves on either side of me. I smiled at Greg, then turned to John who still seemed in a state of awe over the whole thing. I took him in my arms and kissed him tenderly, holding him against my naked body. At first he seemed stunned, and then he began to respond, his tongue slipping into my mouth and wrestling with mine. I at last pulled away and looked at him. "I know you have always fancied me," I said. "Well, tonight is your chance; my body is yours for the evening." I took his hand and drew it up to my breast. At first he just rested it against the warm firm flesh. Then slowly he started caressing me. I looked around at Greg. He was smiling as he watched his friend caress my breast. I let him enjoy himself for a moment, then I moved myself around so that I was in a position to lay my head on Greg's lap and drape my legs over John's. I saw the two guys exchange glances as they looked down at my naked body laid out before them. Greg smiled at his friend and then gently began to caress my breasts. I saw that John was still hesitant, not sure about what to do. I could already feel the hardness of two erections pressing against my body. I smiled. I reached for John's hand and pressed it against my warm, damp pussy lips. I looked up at him. "Please," I mouthed, closing my eyes and parting my legs. How could he refuse such an appeal? I squirmed in delight as his hand began to explore my damp thighs, and then I groaned, clutching tightly on to the cushions of the sofa as he ran his finger slowly up my between my outer lips. Then to my delight, he expertly exposed the hard nub of my clit and began to rotate it gently with his finger. I groaned even louder as I felt his fingers slip inside me, and I clenched my hands even tighter. I knew by Greg's actions that he too was becoming more and more excited. Things were going even better than we had ever imagined. As he worked on my breasts and nipples, he watched John exploring the delights of my pussy. I knew it must be exciting him to see his friend's fingers dipping into me, and I guessed he could tell from my reactions that I was totally enjoying the whole experience. Suddenly I cried out and gripped John's hand, pressing it hard against my pussy. My body writhed on their laps as I experienced that first wonderful orgasm. I relaxed for a moment, and then looked up at them smiling contentedly. I looked up at Greg, "Are you going to let John fuck me now?" I could see John was startled to hear my request, but Greg smiled at me. "If that's what you want, my darling. I'm sure he won't refuse such an offer." I eased myself up into a sitting position; and wound my arms around John's neck. I kissed him hungrily. "Would you like to fuck little Carla?" I asked in a childlike voice. I saw him look over towards Greg, who smiled and nodded. "Go ahead, my friend, she really wants to feel you inside her," he said quietly. I didn't wait for him to ask, but I began to pull at John's belt. Soon I had it undone, and with some effort, his pants were down enough for me to extract his cock. It was everything I was hoping for, red and angry, the dark purple head already slick with pre-cum. Greg moved to the end of the sofa to give us room and to be in a good position to see what was going on. I got up and straddled John's lap and rubbed my wet pussy up against his cock. I raised myself and with a little help from John, I impaled myself on his rampant tool. The expression on Greg's face was wonderful to see as he watched his best friend's cock slide deep into my willing pussy. I smiled at him and mouthed him a kiss as I wrapped my arms around John's neck and began to work myself up and down on his shaft. Soon the pair of us were gasping with our exertions, while next to us, I was not surprised to see that Greg had his own cock out and was stroking along its length as he watched us fuck. I could feel my breasts bouncing and my erect nipples were sending exciting waves of pleasure through my body as they rubbed against John's shirt front. The whole scene was now way beyond our wildest expectations. Suddenly, I screamed loudly and my body went rigid. Then with a groan, I collapsed onto John's lap, kissing him wildly. We both fell back on the sofa breathing heavily. After a while I eased myself up off John's lap. I could feel the juices oozing from my pussy and running down my thighs as I moved over to where Greg was sitting watching our performance. I gently removed his hands from his cock. "Can I help you with that, my darling?" I smiled and kissed him. Then I began to work on him urgently. As my slim fingers slid up and down his shaft I leaned forward. "I really enjoyed that, my darling. John has a wonderful cock," I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Did you enjoy the show?" Greg nodded, and then he suddenly began gasping as I began pumping him furiously. With a cry, he suddenly came, and thick spurts of creamy white juices splashed over my hands. Greg reached out and pulled me tightly against himself, hungrily kissing me. "Thank you, thank you," he repeated When we finally pulled away, I lay curled up beside him, contentedly licking the juices from my fingers. We looked over to where John was sitting watching us. He smiled. "I always said you two were a wonderful couple. Carla is so incredible. She's beautiful with a wonderful, amazing body and so completely uninhibited." I turned and smiled at him. I stretched out a long shapely stocking clad leg and rubbed it against his thigh. He knew he could see the pink wetness of my pussy still slick with our juices. "I hope you're feeling rested," I said to him with a slight grin, "because I've got a pussy that's feeling hungry again. She wants more cream." I slid off the sofa and stood in front of John. I pulled him to his feet. His pants slid down his legs and he stood there. I unfastened his shirt. I saw Greg watching me, a slight smile on his face as I stripped his friend naked. Then I ran my hands over his firm chest and leaned forward and licked his nipples. I could feel John's erection pushing against my thigh. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I want to feel both of you in me this time." John looked over at his friend and smiled as he nodded. We moved over to where Greg was seated and I went down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him lovingly as I took his already hardening cock in my hand. I leaned forward and rubbed the head of it over my lips. Greg gasped as I opened my mouth and drew it into the warm enveloping wetness. I guessed John knew what I wanted him to do for I felt him position himself behind me. His hard cock pressed against my bottom. He ran his hands between my wet thighs and I parted them invitingly. I felt the wonderful sensation of his cock rubbing up against my pussy lips. I felt them part easily and with a groan, he slid slowly into my tight passage. John gripped my thighs and soon the three of us were working in unison. Greg and John were facing each other and I knew that Greg would have a perfect view of his friend thrusting himself into my body. I smiled to myself at the thought, and then took him even deeper into my throat as I heard him speak to his friend. "I hope you have enjoyed your evening with us. We must all do it again sometime." Between hungry mouthfuls, I agreed heartily.