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Dressing Room to Bedroom Exploit

Remember that these guys are after I got married,  This is number 8 on the extra-marital cock list in only 1, that’s right one month which happened to be the first month where I went cock crazy.

He was okay but he was in it for the pussy only and not for any kind of friendship.  At the time I still didn’t even know what I was looking for outside of a good fuck from another man.

We met him at a mall and he was delicious looking with nice defined muscles and a chiseled face.  I still don’t believe what happened at the mall.  I wish I had more pictures but it just didn’t happen.  He was pretty smooth telling me that he wanted to try on some clothes and asked if I didn’t mind coming with him.  I think hubby and him made a deal to make this happen and I was the conquest:))

I’ll keep this short, I went into the dressing room with him since we looked like a couple and then we made out like teenagers!  What do you do in a dressing room?  You take your clothes off.  No I didn’t undress but he sure did.  He dropped his pants to try on a pair of new pair and  of course let me see what he was packing.  I was pretty naive but I know a come on when it was that obvious.  Did I fall for it?  Of course I did.  I stroked his cock and ended up sucking it for a few minutes before he stood me up and french kissed me some more.  I actually was so turned on that I didn’t even realize that he had pulled up my sundress until he stuck his hand into my panties and right into my dripping pussy while we kissed.

Note to self: Sundress’ are required when easy access is preferable:)

We didn’t have a lot of time and I wasn’t thinking straight so when he turned me around and fingered me from behind I didn’t resist.  It just seemed a natural progression when he pushed my back forward making me lean against the seat in the dressing room.  He then proceeded to shove his cock through my pussy lips balls deep inside of me.  I almost screamed out and would have if he didn’t cover my mouth with his hand.

He must have already been extremely turned on because in under a minute he was shoving deep inside and I could feel his cock throbbing and surging inside of me.  I had just met him maybe 30 minutes ago or less and I had just let a stranger fuck my pussy in a dressing room, and bareback!!!  He pulled my panties up and we walked out to meet my husband.  I was ashamed yet couldn’t wait until we got to his place to fuck again.

These few pictures are of us at his place.  I wish we got more but this was way before I ever thought I would have a porn website and telling the world about how slutty I had become.

It was the hottest experience walking out of a dressing room and through the mall with my husband and another man whose sperm was still inside of my married pussy soaking my panties.  I’m surprised it didn’t leak down my leg on the long walk of shame to our car.

I fucked him on two different occasions.  During the second one I let him, the first man ever besides my husband,  fuck me in the ass.  He used a condom but he pulled out, took the condom off and had me suck him the rest of the way.

I didn’t get with him again mainly because he was pretty self absorbed and didn’t really care about me, just my pussy.  Oh well I got what I wanted too;)

 

Sex, Pure, Unadulterated Extra-Marital Sex

Extra-Marital sex partner #9 After marriage,

This guy met us at a local restaurant/bar.  It was an outdoor place where we could either get a table or just stand around talking and drinking.  We walked in and got a few soda drinks and stood at the “bar.”  It was maybe 20min when my husband asked if he wanted to take me to his place.  Her told us that he was ready the moment he saw me.  I thought that was sweet of him.

When we got to his place we didn’t take long before I was lying in his arms with my shirt off and his hands in by bra and starting and getting closer to getting inside of my pants.  We made out pretty passionately before he wanted to tasty my pussy.  He then slid down and ate me to my first orgasm of many for the night.

After I came all over his face we got on the floor where a bed was and I spread my legs letting him get between them.  We kissed and touched for a while more before finally sliding his cock into my pussy between the soaking wet lips and balls deep to my womb.

You can see from the pictures how wet my pussy was by looking at his cock.  That’s all juice from me.  He fucked me good and long before unloading a cum load deep inside of me.

We met a few more times and sex was the only thing on our minds.  He was the first man I stayed with while hubby left and returned an hour later.  When he came back the view for him was me spread eagle with a man between his wifes legs fucking her.  So hot.

Kisses, Kara

My Date With a Gentleman

These stories are a few of my memories of how I became a shared wife. If you haven’t read the story of my very first extra marital sexual encounter please do. It’s a true account of what happened as close to what we can remember.

The second story is also true but we did take a few artistic liberties. Some of the actual facts didn’t make sense when written down and quite honestly, true life doesn’t always sound as exciting when being read. This story has all the real life hotness to it and will be as real as we can remember even though the facts may be skewed to make more sense.

A little background for the first time readers. I’m just a little girl at 5’0″ with small B breasts and have always been a “cheeky” girl. That’s a big ass for those who are in question. I was a virgin bride who had no sexual intercourse before my present husband took my virginity back in High School where we became bf and gf. Even then, it took a few years for him to get his cock inside me because of my moral beliefs at the time, although we did engage in quite a few heavy petting sessions that may have crossed the imaginary line more than a few times.

I was saving myself for “the one.” The typical, normal high school girl which just meant of course that I was also horny. I just wouldn’t allow myself to go all the way. Several guys did feel me up when I dated.  A few fingers even scurrying up inside my vagina, but even that made me feel like a total slut so you can imagine what I felt like after the high of sex with another man after marriage wore off. I felt sexy while I was having sex but slutty after.

Up to this point in the story, I had been penetrated by two men on three separate encounters AFTER my marriage. That’s two more men than I had before I allowed my husband to have me. Just writing it down makes it look SO wrong.

We eventually moved to the Phoenix area and two years had passed since I had sex with a total stranger and four years since the first time hubby and his friend seduced me into sex for my first threesome. Both times I swore off sex with others and buried myself into church and my moral beliefs. I was pretty disturbed in how easy it was for me to allow two men into my bedroom.

The third time it happened was so intense though that I knew I was a slut in the making. The choice I had to make was did I want to be a wanton slut who would just give herself to others on a whim or allow total strangers inside my panties? The answer of course was no, of course not, but it was going to be hard to resist temptation as long as that temptation was coming from my husband trying to get me laid.  The realization became apparent that I was an easy target. I always used to tease men. Guys had a switch that could be turned on at a moments notice. I seemed to have that same switch but my husband had control of it.

Even though I was determined to not let another man fuck me for real again, we still continued with the bedroom fantasies of other guys having sex with me. I don’t know why I still participated in these fantasies. All I knew is that it turned my husband on. It took a long while to open up to the idea of having sex with a real guy again. It was becoming easier for my husband to bring sex talk into our playtime and we would always have great sex when he did.

Hubby always had to bring the fantasies up because I was still pretty much of a prude. He saw how sexy I could be and wanted to prove how much I was desired by other men. I was always told I had a natural beauty but I always figured he was saying those things because that’s what a husband was supposed to say. Usually when they wanted sex.

Oh, and keep in mind this was all during another two years after my last encounter. If you are confused, go back and read the first of my confession stories. It wasn’t like I swore it off and the next week I was at it again. My logical mind was slowly being seduced and replaced with the more passionate side of me. In each passing week it was becoming easier to succumb to the thought of another man’s hands on my body.

Our conversations eventually changed. Instead of talking about the fantasy of a stranger, we started to talk about how we could do it. Swinger magazines were what we had at the time. We would search the ads for guys looking to have discreet sex with another woman. Some were cheating husbands looking for a one night stand, others were looking for sexual escorts to spend some money on, and some were men looking to fuck another man’s wife who was looking to share her.

The magazines were on the streets right next to the daily paper. My husband made sure not to push me or make it obvious at what he was doing. Little by little my guard started coming down until we weren’t just looking at the ads to have fun, we were looking for men for me.

I won’t bother you with what hoops we had to go through to contact someone, it’s not important. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I would actually get much attention. We were just doing this for fun right? For me yes.  I still had no intention of actually going forward with meeting a guy, but for hubby? Well, he had other ideas. He used my willingness to at least talk about it as a good sign that I was coming around to believing I was a hot, lusty woman who had sexual needs. At the time, I had no idea how true that statement would become.

Hubby and I had started talking about likes and dislikes in men as if I was actually going to meet a guy. I kept telling him we’re just looking for the fun of it and nothing was going to happen. He would just assure me that it was fine and I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do, then for some reason I would just continue looking at guys with him. He never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do or consider guys where there was no attraction. My resistance was slowly melting away while I went along with everything.

At first, I didn’t see any matches. My requirements were not overly specific. He couldn’t have facial hair and had to be under the age of 30. I noticed this one guy who seemed to check all the boxes except for the facial hair but he only had a small thin mustache. He was in the Air Force and seemed to be a very nice gentleman. Later on I found out that he was 32, a couple years over than my requirement but by that time it was too late.

Was I really participating in getting a man for me? For sex?!?I started to realize what I was doing but couldn’t stop myself. Buy hey, at least it was on my terms right? After all the moral dilemma and all my pompous “holier than thou” inner talk, I was still allowing my body to take over. You know how girls say that guys think with their cock? My clitoris was doing the talking for me. I kinda figured we would look to see what kind of guys were in the swingers magazines, have a laugh then move on.

There was no way I would actually go through with any of this. But here I was talking about actually meeting a guy. I must have been so naive to think that we would only meet, chat, say hi then go our separate ways. If my reactions from the past were of any indication and if I went through with meeting Jim, my history would say that he would no doubt be between my open thighs pushing inside me not long after we said “hello.” I mean really! Why else would we meet?

I was finally persuaded to get on the phone with Jim and he seemed to be a decent man. I expected him to try to get into my pants over the phone but it didn’t happen that way. Jim told me that he was comfortable having sex with married women as he had been with several. We talked about how lots of men have a sexual fantasy of watching their wives with other men.  He assured us that it was completely normal. There was a small percentage of women that actually went along with the man’s fantasy. The ones who did would jump on board were assured that their husband wasn’t just wanting to share them so they could have an excuse to get with another woman.

Some said yes quickly before the husband changed his mind. At the end of the conversation I couldn’t think of an excuse not to meet Jim and believe me, I tried. I didn’t even use the “but I’m married” excuse. His seduction of me was working pretty good because I softened up.  Like the frog boiling in water because he doesn’t notice the heat, I was in heat and didn’t even notice I was being led to yet another sexed up night. So, we set it up.

To this day I don’t know why hubby went to meet Jim without me. I stayed home while he went only a block away to a 7-11 store where they proceeded to talk about Jim fucking me! Why I allowed myself to be left out of this conversation I have no idea. Goes to show how shy I really was back then. The whole reason they were getting together was for me and I couldn’t even show up. I was so turned on and afraid of the possibilities of having sex with yet another man that I just let him go. If I didn’t show up I wasn’t interested right? It never occurred to me that being so brutally shy made me look even more innocent which only intensified his desire for me.

Before I ever agreed to meet Jim, hubby and I went out looking for clothes that were sexy yet not slutty. No way was I going to be seen in some floozie looking outfit. We found a one piece body suit that would be way out of place today but back then I can honestly say I looked hot in it. Any 26 year old girl would have. It was smooth all over my body hugging every curve and contour. It definitely highlighted my round ass. Hubby took some pictures that I thought would never see the light of day. Little did I know that my body in that outfit would seal my sexual fate.

I had no idea that hubby was going to show Jim that picture. Serves me right for not going, he had to show him something. I guess it didn’t take long for them to get to the point of no return after Jim saw me. I failed to mention that at the ripe ole age of 26, I looked much younger. So young that Jim actually requested to see my ID to make sure I was over 18! That may sound great to you guys but women like to look older when we are young and young when we are older.

While he was gone, I busied myself with getting ready just in case Jim did come over. I’m glad we didn’t have cell phones at the time or I would have called him and told him to forget it. I was so nervous! I had my nails polished, my hair was perfect and my vaginal area was nicely trimmed. It’s a strange feeling trimming down under just in case someone saw me. I had a nice clean looking bush that I trimmed for another man. That’s something I never saw coming. I told myself that I was doing it for my husband to enjoy, nothing more. I was getting good at lying to myself.

It was the summer time so I wore my plain pink sundress. Nothing fancy or exotic. Truth be told, no matter what my feelings were, I wore it so Jim would have easy access to my body if it all worked out. I didn’t want any fumbling with buttons or zippers. Like I said. I wanted it but I didn’t. I’m a woman, what can I say, that’s what we do, don’t try to figure us out. It will only cause a headache.

I don’t remember what I was doing when they walked in the door but I was a wreck. When they came in they didn’t hesitate. My husband introduced him to me and Jim walked over, said hello while slowly taking my hand and actually kissing the back of it. He didn’t look at my body like a piece of meat or a whore he could devour.

I wasn’t just another woman he wanted to fuck just to put a notch in his belt. On the contrary, after he kissed my hand he stepped back and looked at me telling me I looked beautiful. He then asked for my I.D. which I thought was the funniest thing ever. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his tour behind bars after having sex with an girl under the age of 18.

I was put at ease within the first minute of meeting Jim. If he had asked me to remove my clothing and show him my bed I think I would have done it without even knowing what I was doing. This guy was totally unexpected. Here I go again, a puddle of sex just waiting to be dove into. Why couldn’t I just resist a little bit, to show myself that I had at least a small amount of dignity left in me?… Nope, nothing!

The prelude to sex was pretty much a blur. We talked for a little while about what he did in the Air Force and I told him what I did during the day, that must have excited him. The whole time we talked his hands were doing something. Jim’s fingers would touch the back of my hand or touch my arm. He commented on how soft my skin was. I realize now that he was just making an excuse to touch me. Well played Jim, well played.

Jim commented on my hair, eyes and of course my size. He said he had never been with such a small woman before. Ok, take me already, I’m yours! His hands started rubbing my knee, then my bare thighs, strange that it never seemed inappropriate. You tell me how this wasn’t inappropriate behavior for a married woman. Letting a total stranger run his hand up my leg and thigh right in front of her husband. Not too high but just enough to send shivers the rest of the way. This guy was good.

Hubby saw where this was going and wanted to make sure there was absolutely no more resistance. It’s cute that he thought that I had any. He asked if we wanted to watch an adult movie. I was already sitting in a puddle in the middle of the couch between the two men while Jim and I had our fingers intertwined. “Sure, why not?”

The movie started and of course I blushed at seeing all the sex while I sat with a total stranger. During the movie I was in lust waiting for somebody to make a move and take me to the bedroom. I really didn’t need to get anymore excited but the guys were moving slow on purpose. They were showing me respect and driving me crazy with lust! Married or not, I was ready to fuck.

Jim would move between touching the side of my right breast with his right hand to caressing my bare thighs with his left, inching his way up to my overheated pussy. He was still being a gentleman and with his hand only inches away from the fire down below, asked if this was all right. He could probably feel the moist heat radiating out to his hand.

My hands were to my sides and if I remember right, answered his question by moving my hand to his and pulling him even closer to my center. To my amazement and disappointment, he didn’t go all the way in as I expected. My thighs were open just enough for him to slide right in but no, he was waiting for something and I soon found out what that something was.

Hubby and Jim had a predetermined signal as to when he could make his move. Of course I didn’t know this at the time. Not long into the movie hubby told me he would be right back. He then leaned over and kissed me hard while putting his hands on both of my breasts squeezing them. He reached down between my thighs pushing them open even more then told me to have fun right before he got up and left.

I think he was talking to me, he could’ve easily been talking to Jim come to think of it. I was sitting in the living room in front of a TV with a stranger I had just met less than half an hour ago or so, his hands caressing me, my husband just kissed me, touched me, opened me and left. Jim took the cue and it was on!

As soon as the door closed behind hubby, Jim made his move. He scooted closer to me, put his arms around my shoulders, leaned in and kissed me. My eyes closed and I melted. Finally, I was going to get it. I wanted it just as much or more than he did I’m sure. We made out for a short while playing tongue tag when I felt his right hand on my left breast. He slowly moved it down the front into the lace bralette.

Jim kissed his way down taking time to nibble my ear and neck. His lips moved towards my chest while he slipped the straps off my shoulders & pulled it down. The tip of his tongue was soon licking around the areola driving me absolutely crazy before he even got to my nipple which was so erect it hurt. His hand left my breast to move up my dress and was now moving between my thighs zoning onto his main desire.

His fingers finally touched my pussy through my panties sending a sudden jolt through me. I was soaking wet and I’m sure he could smell my pheromones. He moved my panties aside and I felt a finger slip inside. It was only a finger, but it felt so good that it may as well have been his cock. He had it inside me to the second knuckle slowly fingering me for a few minutes before he pulled it out to taste the results of his ministrations. We made short eye contact as he licked my juice off his fingers telling me he had to taste me. He then dropped to the floor flipping my dress up to my waist.

He pulled me down on the couch so my ass was barely still on the cushion. Jim carefully pulled off my wet panties just to throw them to the side. He looked right between my legs as he dove between them licking up the moisture on the outside before tasting my musk scented flesh. I was on fire as he gave me a quick orgasm with his tongue. His fingers played outside the swollen lips for a short time before easily sliding back in, one finger then two, it was maddening. My married pussy was being eaten out while another hand was paying special attention to my nipples, playing them like a fiddle.

I didn’t even hear my husband come back into the room. He had been on the other side of the door, watching through the slats at what was developing. The first time I noticed him next to me was when I felt his hand move my head in his direction. My legs were resting on Jim’s shoulders while I was lying on my back slightly inclined.  I opened my eyes to see hubby with is rock hard cock sticking out towards my mouth.

Instinctively I grabbed it and brought him in closer sucking him in as far as he could go. My mouth must have felt like a Hoover vacuum with the suction I was using. Now I had a stranger licking my pussy while my husband’s cock was in my mouth. I was enjoying myself immensely as my body was racked with multiple orgasms. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore!

I was so turned on that my subconscious took over. I’m usually very passive with sex but something made me NEED this. I told Jim to get onto the couch but before he could get there I grabbed his zipper, pulling it down. Undoing his belt, I yanked his pants to his knees. This was definitely not like me. His cock looked as if it needed sucked and who was I to say no.  I needed it more than air itself.

Jim’s cock wasn’t long but it was almost as thick as a soda can. I had never felt a cock that I couldn’t get my fingers around, not that I’ve felt many. I must have looked crazed as I pushed him down onto the couch sucking him in or at least trying to. Pretty sure he thought he found gold in this married woman kneeling before him as I worshiped his cock in my mouth and hands.

Hubby was watching this all unfold as I pushed Jim even further onto the couch and removed his pants completely. I don’t know what got into me but I needed him inside my pussy in the worst way! He had removed his shirt while I attacked my brand new sex toy, stroking it, rubbing it on my cheeks, lips and sucking it. I then crawled up his body grabbing his hard shaft bringing him to the opening of my vagina with every intention of mounting him. Even before I could mount him my clitoris almost erupted right there as I rubbed his cock up and down my wet slit.

I then put his cock at the entrance and oh so slowly let myself sink down, guiding another man’s hard cock through the entrance of my pussy pushing the lips apart as my husband watched. The flared crown of the head popped inside moving it’s way through my tunnel, pushing the walls aside, stretching the nerves, bringing me intense pleasure until Jim was buried balls deep inside me, skin to skin, no rubber barrier to mar the sensation. I was fucking him bareback.

At the time, condoms were not talked about very often and I wasn’t in the state of mind to care. I just wanted to fuck. The feeling of it all was so intense. If I had any inhibitions left, they were gone. I was being sexually stretched like I had never been stretched before and it felt incredible. When it hit bottom, it felt so good that I almost passed out. I’m positive he could feel the muscles inside my vagina squeezing him, trying to milk his balls dry. I didn’t know who this woman was but at the moment I liked her!

Jim and I were really going at it, or I should say, I was using Jim as a human dildo, poor guy. He was on his back, one leg on the floor trying to keep balance while the other was on the couch pushing back into me. Pretty sure he thought I wasn’t the girl my husband described when they met. I was bouncing up and down driving his shaft into me. My pussy was swallowing his cock whole, sucking him inside. I was in a constant state of orgasm. Jim was squeezing my breasts and ass holding on for dear life while I acted like a slut for him, right in front of my husband.

When I came down from who knows what number orgasm, I heard my husband who I had forgotten was even in the room, ask us both “would you two like to get more comfortable and take it to the bed?” Jim and I looked at each other, both panting and breathing hard from the vigorous fucking we were doing and kinda laughed. We were brought to reality for just enough time to get up and walk into our bedroom. Hubby stayed in the living room telling me he wanted to go check on our child who was sleeping in another room. He wanted to make sure Jim and I wouldn’t get disturbed.

Hubby sat in the living room and listened in to his wife moaning and being brought to multiple orgasms by the hands, mouth and cock of another man. He was enjoying himself almost as much as Jim and I… Well, not quite but he was enjoying himself a lot. He again succeeded in turning me, his wife of seven years into a slut for another man. Each time he shared me, he learned more, making it easier. As I said before, he was good and so patient.

When Jim and I got to the bedroom we finally slowed it down a little. Jim laid me down onto the bed and slid himself between my legs face first. He started to eat my pussy again like he was doing a while before. I have no idea how much time had passed and really didn’t care. Jim would lick my pussy bringing me to an orgasm then turn me over onto my stomach and mount me from behind, shoving his thick cock inside of me balls deep on every thrust. Then he would flip me on my side and fuck me while straddling one leg and holding the other to his chest.

Jim would work it slow and easy then fast and hard giving me different angles of penetration. Once, I opened my eyes and saw hubby. He was watching me while Jim had me on my back practically bent in half with my legs around his neck. We made eye contact and we both smiled at each other. This was happening and I  still couldn’t believe he was okay with it.

Jim had incredible staying power. I never knew men could last that long! After a while, I started getting sore between the legs and told him I needed his cum inside me. Good thing because he was ready. Jim flipped me onto my stomach one last time, grabbed my hips and pounded me for all I was worth. He finally unloaded his full balls gush after gush into my extremely happy, red and soon to be sore pussy.

Jim’s cock was so thick and I could feel him throbbing inside. I swear I could feel the serge each time another rope of sperm sprayed against the walls of my pussy. Jim stayed buried in me for quite a while memorizing the feel of another man’s conquered wife. Jim didn’t seem to shrink much so he was able to block his cum from leaking out. It was such a turn on knowing his cum was deep inside me soaking into my vaginal walls. Finally he let his cock slip out allowing his cum to trickle down my ass onto the bed.

Afterwards, we just lied there awhile and cuddled. Quite honestly, I felt guilty for cuddling with another guy. That was only for my husband and me. Jim was expected to get dressed and leave but instead he pulled me up into his arms so I could put my head down. I think I took a little post sex snooze. It felt like a guilty pleasure because my pussy was so sore. There was no way after the vaginal beating I just took, could my husband and I make love.

I was jolted awake with the sounds of Jim and my husband talking. Jim was fully dressed now. Before he left we made plans for the next weekend. He wanted to show his appreciation by buying us dinner at a Japanese restaurant in downtown Phoenix. We had never been to a Japanese grill so we eagerly said yes and Jim left.

Hubby looked at me with a smile on his face making sure I knew that I had just agreed to go on a date with a guy who had just thoroughly fucked me into a short coma. My husband, of course, was coming along but he wanted to just be there for support. We both knew the dinner was just a prelude to a second round of sex and we were both eager to make that happen. I personally couldn’t wait for round two.

For once my morality wasn’t getting in the way of my sexual desire. I was going to enjoy every inch, every thrust and every orgasm I could endure. I wanted to fuck until we were both either too numb to feel anything or too sexually exhausted to continue. You know the saying, “Careful what you ask for, you may get it?”  Yeah, I got it all right.

My arousal didn’t subside too much over the week. Hubby & I must have fucked every night after our first tryst. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as he told me how much he enjoyed listening to me in the other room while I was in the heat of passion and how he was a little nervous about the neighbors knocking at the door. We lived in an apartment so he was pretty sure my cries of lust were heard outside our walls. There’s no way they couldn’t have been.

He told me about the first time he finally had to look into the bedroom after listening to me scream in pleasure. His first sight was of Jim lying on top of me between my open legs, my arms wrapped around him tightly while we were passionately kissing. Not just kissing but open mouth tongue sucking deep throat making out kissing! It made his stomach churn with a hint of jealousy yet intense arousal.

The sight of seeing a naked man between my splayed thighs thrusting into his wife over and over wasn’t what got him. The kissing is what got his motor going. Fucking is just sex but kissing? Kissing is intimacy. I didn’t get that then but I do now. That’s why prostitutes, escorts or whatever don’t kiss a lot of the time, it’s too intimate for them and don’t want the sex to get too personal.

Hubby would watch for a few minutes then force himself to experience it from the other room where he could only hear what was going on. The changes in my moans and cries along with the slapping of Jim’s hips to mine, skin to skin was so powerfully intoxicating that it made it almost impossible to resist getting up and looking again. Each time he did peak, we were in another position with me always being impaled by a strangers thick cock, bareback. He told me he could see the juices on Jim’s cock lubricating it for every thrust into his wife.

Hubby wanted me to be sexually free and to feel like a real woman, one that could enjoy sex how sex was meant to be enjoyed. Not necessarily with other men but without the common belief that women are supposed to be ladies always. He wanted a lady in public and a slut in private and he definitely got one tonight.

The next Saturday arrived and Jim came with gifts in hand. He walked in, came right up to me and gave me a red hot kiss that was way too passionate for casual friends who had just met a week ago and it lasted a lot longer than it should have. I didn’t complain, I just wasn’t used to kissing other men with our tongues touching even though just seven days ago, I was screaming for this guy Jim, to fuck me as hard as he could and begging for him to shoot his cum inside me. Wow, this was becoming more than I bargained for but I wasn’t going to let my inner voice come out tonight.

I opened the box Jim had and to my surprise found a black lace lingerie set. I was a little embarrassed. It was strange receiving intimate wear from a guy I barely knew and a little intimidating while my husband was right there with me. My feelings were quite silly since only seven days ago this same guy’s cum was running out of my pussy, down my ass. Only my husband had permission to buy me this stuff. But for tonight, we just went with the flow. I changed into the lingerie he brought me, stripping right in front of them while I tried it on, when did I get that comfortable?

My excitement level was so high that he could have easily bent me over and took me where I stood with no resistance from me. But just like the week before, Jim was a total gentleman. I kissed him thank you, a kiss that again was a little too long as he flicked my nipples that were showing through the fabric. He then stepped back, allowed me to finish re-dressing and we were off. I felt so sexy and naughty. This was going to be a fun night.

Hubby insisted on driving to the restaurant so Jim and I could sit in the back seat. We all knew why of course. The restaurant was about 25 minutes away which gave us time to fool around in the back. Hubby would look in the mirror and see us occasionally kiss but the kisses were minimal. It was still light out and I never have been the girl you would normally see engaging in public acts of affection. If someone saw me making out with someone that wasn’t my husband while my husband was driving, I would never be able to leave my home again.

While the passersby saw a normal couple in the back seat being good, down below, my thighs were being caressed and my pussy was being touched under the dress I was wearing. He never took my panties off, he just moved the lingerie to the side. Funny thing was, the tone in his voice never changed. Hubby and him were having a normal conversation while his wife’s pussy was being violated right behind him. Jim played with my clit mostly and dipped inside a few times, it felt so good. I just put my head back and closed my eyes trying not to give myself up. Crazy!

Since it was the three of us and I didn’t want to make it look as if I was being intimate with two guys, my husband suggested that I was with Jim for the night and that he was the extra. That way if Jim did anything it would look normal. I would never do that today out of respect for my husband. Little did I know that I was doing exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be the third person so he could watch the show between Jim and me if one would occur.

During dinner, Jim would reach over to touch my thigh, not in the putting his hand on my leg way, I mean the stroking the skin on my thigh kinda way. Occasionally he would move his hands up to where my legs joined, barely touching me through my panties. I was certain that he could feel the heat between my legs.

A few times, when we were talking and having fun, he leaned in to give me a short kiss but mostly he was a gentleman that did nothing to bring any real attention to us. My husband told me later that it was hot watching us. He couldn’t see under the table but could tell Jim’s hand was busy most of the night. When Jim and I kissed I guess it was for longer than I thought. That was becoming a habit I had to try to control, but not tonight.

On the way home the mood had changed considerably. There was very little talking. This time we knew what we were driving towards. My husband was driving his wife and another man to our place so we could fuck. You could feel the tension. Or at least I was tense. This time it was dark out so nobody could see into the car very well. Jim and I started making out like teenagers again and his hands were all over me. The car we were in didn’t have tinted windows so I’m sure drivers occasionally got a nice view of what we were doing. By now I didn’t care.

While we kissed, Jim put his hand down the front of my dress and pulled my bra to the side. He would squeeze my nipples making me moan and go down and lick the buds sucking them into his mouth. He moved up underneath my dress and caressed my pussy to the point that his fingers penetrated me. The gentleman was gone now it seemed, no more pretense. I was the prize and he had me right where he wanted me, let the sex begin.

I don’t know how many orgasms I had on the way home but is was a few. It’s amazing how easily it was to get me off. My hands found his cock and I gave it quite the rubdown so I wasn’t totally innocent. I eventually opened his pants and devoured him. I forgot how thick he was but I was determined to get it inside me one way or another so I sucked it, right in the back seat. This may have been the first time I’ve ever given road head.

Jim would bring me back up to suck my tits and to finger me more or make out, so we basically had sex in the back seat without having intercourse. The car was just too small. I’m sure if it was bigger, I would have been sitting on his cock or on my back taking him inside me while my husband drove. Probably a good thing it was small. Like I said, no tint and lots of hormones.

Finally, we got to our place and none too soon. We got ourselves together and headed inside where I would be taken and pleasured. I was almost jumping out of my skin in excitement. My pussy had to be flowing big time. I’m sure Jim’s present I was wearing was pretty soiled already from my juices. I was wanting to just go in and get busy but we had a babysitter that we had to take care of first. It’s the fastest I’ve ever paid and pushed a babysitter out before. She must have suspected something was up. The babysitter was the girl who lived directly upstairs from us so I can imagine her masturbating to what was going to be a very orgasmic and loud night.

Jim had me take my clothes off in front of him while I stood. Hubby said my eyes were glazed over and he hadn’t ever remembered seeing me with that look of total uninhibited lust as I succumbed to Jim’s every request. My shoes came off and my dress hit the floor. I was left only in the black lingerie. I stood there while he got up and walked over. He slowly and painstakingly caressed every inch of my upper body until my nipples were the hardest they had ever been poking through the material.

My pussy was oozing of sexual aroma and juices. Jim slowly moved two fingers past the lingerie to slide easily inside my vagina while he kissed my lips bringing me off to a mini orgasm which almost made me fall to the ground. Jim picked me up walking me to the bedroom where he lied me on the bed and peeled the rest of the clothing off my body. I was a married woman about to be violated again and I was going to soak it all in, literally. It was lust, nothing more, nothing less. Sex was all I had on my mind.

My husband shared me with Jim tonight allowing him to take ownership. He watched as another man did things to my body that no other man should be allowed to do. When he got to my breasts he worshipped them, kissing and licking my nipples nearly making me cum. When he finally got to my pussy, he ate me like a hundred dollar piece of cake, taking his time devouring me from the bottom of my pussy to my clit and back again. He would stop at my clitoris and gently lick with the flat of his tongue making little circles around it then gently glide over the bud. He enjoyed his meal and now I was his dessert that he was going to feast upon. My sex life was good but this was different.

It wasn’t married sex or making love, we were going to fuck, pure and simple. He took me as his own for that night and made my body his. My orgasms were constantly being forced out of me and he hadn’t even penetrated me with his cock. When he finally did though? Oh my!

He got on top and slid between my thighs, looked me deep into my eyes not saying a word. I felt him lining his cock up with the opening of my dripping wet pussy. I just stared back at him open mouthed, panting, waiting. My husband told me that nothing was said, only that I nodded to Jim and at that moment he pushed! He was inside me in one thrust. Hubby told me that right before he pushed past my lips, he heard our other upstairs neighbor walking down the stairs to go to her night shift of work. My pussy was being opened and stretched at the same time and our walls were pretty thin. She no doubt heard me as I let out a guttural moan as hubby called it.

Let’s get one thing straight. This upstairs neighbor worked, we think, at a strip club or was an escort. Yes, she was hot. Point being, she usually left around 9:30pm. We got home I believe around 8pm which meant Jim and I had been going at it for about an hour and a half by now! We had spent that much time with foreplay before Jim had finally penetrated me, incredible. So to say that at that point I was a quivering mess, was an understatement.

I was moved into several positions. While I was on my hands and knees being taken from behind, I felt the bed move in front of me. It was my husband. He was naked and had his hard cock sticking in front of my face. Of course I sucked him in while Jim continued his assault into my pussy, slapping against my upturned ass. Eventually they switched and hubby would fuck me for a while and I would suck my cum off Jim. You guys will never appreciate the feeling of a man’s cock in a woman’s mouth while another is in her pussy. It is beyond physical pleasure.

I never saw that happening when I was standing at the front of the church saying my wedding vows. It was the perfect storm. There was violent thrusting and wetness everywhere. If you think I’m exaggerating, remember I was the virgin bride only a few years prior. The feeling of how another man did things were eye opening.

They both fucked me until 12:30am. Most of the time it was Jim and me going at it. It wasn’t all penetration with cock and pussy. We would stop and caress for a time then kiss and touch for a while more. I was played with until I couldn’t move anymore. Remember the “careful what you ask for” deal? I was just tits, ass and pussy to use and to spill seed into by that time and that’s fine because they were both just cocks for me to play with.

Hubby wouldn’t allow himself to cum inside me. He let Jim have the honor of soiling my pussy all he wanted. I don’t have any idea how many loads he shot inside me, all I know is that I was overflowing with his sperm. The thought of another man’s semen shooting inside me always makes me hot, but to actually feel the surge when it happened was intense. It didn’t seem to slow him down either.

I was a mess. Fucked, re-fucked then fucked again. My pussy was red and sore afterwards but I didn’t start feeling it until after Jim left. My husband let him have the last half hour or so alone with me so we could get all we wanted. When Jim finally gave out and got dressed, all I could do was lie there in a fetal position as hubby walked him out.

Hubby came to bed and we just cuddled until we both fell asleep. The next day the first thing I said was “wow, did last night really happen?” Hubby just laughed and said, “yes, it happened” and that I loved it. I was so embarrassed at how I acted and couldn’t explain it. It was all like a dream. It couldn’t have been me. Once we left the restaurant the night before, it all became so surreal. As if my hormones told my brain “I got this, you go to sleep and I’ll wake you when we’re done.”

For some reason we never saw Jim again. I think he got transferred out to another base. Or maybe him and I got a little too intimate for our comfort level. Either way, we never re-connected and that’s okay. It was a fine line that I wasn’t wanting to cross again. I wasn’t used to responding to another man’s touch so intimately.

I thought a married woman should never react to a guy with the intense passion that was displayed between us like it did but my husband thought it was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He liked the idea that I lost control. It showed how much of a woman I really was. A hot blooded woman who needed sex just as much as a man. I think the worst part or the best was the kissing. Jim’s and my kisses were intense. Hubby said the sex was all extremely hot but the kissing was incredible. I thought the kissing got quite a bit more personal than I ever wanted and I wasn’t comfortable with that.

How could I go back to being a normal housewife with normal married sex? I was a slut pure and simple. Who knew I could be so easily seduced into sex. I may as well have been an alcoholic having a single drink thinking that I could stop at just that one. Resisting the temptation was going to be a challenge because I figured another opportunity would come again.

The passion I shared with Jim scared me. This time I didn’t shut my husband down or try to run away from the fact that I was an easy target. What haunted me was the “what if” question. What if a guy my husband didn’t know tried to seduce me, would I submit yet again? The last thing I wanted was to be a cheating wife. If I did end up being seduced yet again and having sex with another man, I wanted my husband in on it. Wait! No, I didn’t want anything to happen again. Damn those hormones.

Then hubby got a Manager’s job and Danny was his Assistant Manager. Fresh out of the Marines, good looking, easy to talk to…Damn him!

The transformation of being basically a virgin on my wedding day to this point was mind blowing for me. I had zero lovers before my marriage. Now, only six years AFTER my wedding, I have had sex twice with my husband’s best friend who was in our wedding. I allowed a total stranger to fuck me and use me as his personal whore and Jim, the guy who spent two separate nights in my bed arousing every nerve fiber in my body as he penetrated my married pussy again and again until I was completely, sexually drained.

Trust me it’s worth the wait to see a husband turn his virgin bride into a wanton slut. We’re almost there.

Kisses,

Kara Sweet

When I was Loaned To a Stranger

In my first story, I told you about how my husband and his best friend seduced me into my very first threesome. I’m only 5’0″ with a petite frame and small B-cup breasts. I’m over 50 years old and don’t consider myself a porn star by any means. The first story was when I was only 22 years old and married just 3 years. I was a virgin bride committed to my husband. You can read the 1st story to fill in the rest of the blanks if you like.

My first extra-marital sex encounter turned me on so much that for 3 months my husband and I had the most incredible sessions of steaming hot sex.

I considered myself a very morally fit person but after time, I started feeling very guilty for having let myself be seduced by another man, even if it was my husband’s doing. I couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong and taboo it was to have sex with another guy who wasn’t my husband. Sharing my body with others was wrong and I knew it.

As I said, the sex after was incredible! After a while, I think some of the sex was me trying to wash the memory of Jon’s body off of mine by using my husband’s body. But, the more I thought about it, the dirtier I felt. Eventually, I buried myself inside my Christian beliefs and swore to myself that I would never let it happen again. My husband agreed to stand by my wishes even though the memory of Jon’s naked body, lying between my spread thighs, pumping his hips against my burning loins while he emptied his youthful semen inside my bare pussy still haunted my thoughts.

Two years later, my good girl persona was in full bloom. Everyone thought I was the perfect little housewife and mom. The wife sharing fantasy for my husband was still there and it would come out every so often but nothing to be alarmed about. I participated with the fantasy play mainly because I thought I was just doing it for him. Jon wasn’t mentioned much so I guess I was just being naive to think another man joining me in my bed could ever happen again.

Like I said in the first story, hubby was good. I had no idea how patient of a man he could be. We slowly, over about a two year time frame, started roleplaying with different situations. I was the patient, he was the doctor who would take advantage of me. One of my favorites was him being a masseuse who would touch my body inappropriately. Whoever it was, I always responded with extreme desire which usually ended with a wet bed.

While watching a few adult movies, I discovered I had a few kinks of my own. Films of a woman being used like a whore or being tied up and taken would turn me on the most. It disturbed me that the desire was so strong but I couldn’t resist and didn’t realize at the time that my mind and body were getting ready for another moral battle. Hubby of course noticed my reactions and skillfully played me into his hands and the hands of others.

One roleplaying session that I remember the most was where he would blindfold me and tie me to the bed with my hands tied to the top two corners while my ankles were tied to the bottom corners. Hubby used some of his silk ties so I would be comfortable. We made out for a long while as he touched my naked body caressing every inch of me. He told me that he had a guy waiting outside the house right now just waiting to be called in to service me.

I was being brought to another orgasm with a dildo and vibrator so I didn’t think anything of it except for sex talk to get me going. I still find it hard to believe that I even owned a sex toy back then with all my goodie goodie beliefs. His kisses on my body were soft in some places or he would nibble me in others. Problem was, I didn’t know which one I liked better. I wasn’t going to tell him that though.

The first time he did this was scary and exciting at the same time. After a good half hour of him torturing me into orgasm after orgasm he left the room and I heard the outside door open and close. Before he closed it he shouted that he was going out and to be good while he was gone. What? Hey! It was inconceivable that he would leave me like this!

So here I was, lying in bed, blindfolded, my body on display with about 6 inches of dildo stuck inside my vagina while I was tied spread eagle. Then I heard the doorbell. Oh HELL! I called out hubby’s name to see if he was actually there but he never answered. When I heard the door open I really did get scared. The bedroom door opened and I felt the weight of someone sitting next to me as his hands started touching my body.

The were gentle at first as if trying to memorize my curves, my lips, neck and my erect nipples. Then the hands got more aggressive mauling my body, squeezing my breasts and nipples making them hurt just a little. I heard a zipper near my head slowly being pulled down and the sound of clothing being removed. His hands touched me from different directions as if more than one guy was present.

The dildo had already slipped out when he got between my legs and with no foreplay whatsoever, shoved his cock balls deep into my pussy! Oh gawd how good that felt. He would thrust only a few times then pull out bringing his wet cock to my lips for me to taste. I would only lick his cock with my juice on it when I was extremely excited so I’m pretty sure he just did that to test me.

Hubby did this over and over until I was a quivering, molten mess of wetness between my legs. Eventually he shot his cum inside me. After he unloaded the full amount, he put his mouth close to my ear and quietly whispered “don’t tell your husband what just happened or else”. Oh yes, nice touch. He then got dressed and left the house leaving me still blindfolded for about five more minutes before returning. He came in and asked how I was doing as if nothing just happened, untied me and we made love. If it wasn’t so erotic it would’ve been maddening!

Over time my orgasms were becoming progressively more intense as the sex became more fulfilling. The first time I squirted freaked me out. I thought I’d peed all over the place but yet it was different.  You just don’t ever think of such a thing happening but soon I was doing it more often. My mind felt I was becoming a deviant but pushed the voice aside.

It got to the point where I was again looking forward to fantasy play. We would get XXX videos of bondage where the girl was into pain or being forced to perform for kidnappers and the like. I never wanted this to be real and still don’t today but the fantasy of my body being used like a piece of meat would always get my juices flowing. Actually it still does today.

Hubby wasn’t into forcing me into sex acts or bondage but wanted to give me the experience. So one day, he brought up the subject of me fucking another man of his choosing. One that would be forceful yet respectful. I didn’t say yes but I didn’t refuse it either. My mistake was when hubby asked if I would be willing to take another man if he could take ALL the decisions out of my hands.

I had become very submissive with my new found sexual awareness.  The twitch between my legs and the tingling of my nipples told me I liked the idea. My blank stare and dropped jaw told hubby that he had hit a nerve. I don’t remember if I ever did give him a straight answer, but it was enough.

On the day of question, we both had a Saturday off and it was still early afternoon. We lived in Flagstaff, AZ where we both went to college. It was a cool day when hubby hit me with it. He just nonchalantly told me he was going out to meet a guy. When I asked for what, he told me that he was bringing him back so the guy could fuck me. Excuse me?! I just stared at him wondering if he was serious. Hubby had prepped me with all the forced sex talk and fantasy but I couldn’t say anything.

I had just showered and was wearing tight jeans and a button up blouse. I tried asking for more information but he told me not to worry. “All the decisions have been taken out of your hands, so just sit back, relax and enjoy”. I should probably tell you that I was not good at being spontaneous so this freaked me out.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, for all I knew he was going to the store for some milk. My mind was reeling. After what seemed like an hour I heard the door open and came out of the other room to see a stranger standing in my living room. In my opinion he wasn’t the best looking guy, kind of heavy set and had a beard. I don’t like beards and hubby knew it. I thought no way was I having sex with this stranger.

Well, hubby didn’t bring him over for ME to have sex, he brought HIM over to fuck me, his wife. I just stared at them wondering what was going on, not realizing that my secret fantasy was about to become a reality. Fantasies were meant to stay fantasy but hubby had different ideas, he feels I should have experiences, not just fantasies.

Right away I told my husband I wanted to talk to him in the other room, there was no way I was getting with this guy. I certainly didn’t know him, in fact I had never seen the guy before. Hubby actually said no to my request to talk and asked the guy to sit down on the couch. What? Hubby sat down on a chair while asking, no telling me, to sit on the couch with the stranger.

I just stared in bewilderment at the situation and couldn’t move. To tell you the truth my nipples were tingling and hard, damn it! How can this happen, how can he expect me to just put out for a total stranger? I wasn’t a whore but all of a sudden I sure felt like one. I was flushed and completely embarrassed. No way was I enjoying this. At least that’s what I kept telling myself. My body was again singing a whole different tune.

Suddenly, sensing my indecision, hubby was at my side. He turned me to him and kissed me hard for a good 30 seconds then told me again to have a seat. My arms were heavy on my side and my heart was pounding. Truth be told, I had never been so turned on in my life! No way was I going to let them in on my secret. I didn’t even know I was turned on until I sat down. When I did, I could feel my panties cling to my vagina from the wetness. I wasn’t just wet, you could probably see it through my jeans, not that I looked.

The stranger had not even said a single word to me since he walked in a few minutes ago but he wasn’t here to get to know me was he? He wanted to meet my body, that’s it. Hubby this time sat on the arm of the couch next to me while he finally started to talk with the guy. Hubby asked where he worked and for how long. I wondered how my husband didn’t even know where this guy worked. Was he really a total stranger that he just picked up to satisfy my sudden kink of being a piece of meat for a guy to devour? That just got me going more. Stupid hormones!

I never even looked at the guy as the two men just talked about nothing. How could I? I finally looked up at my husband and just stared at him. He saw my look and that’s where it finally began. Hubby reached down and kissed me with all the passion and heat that I remembered from our forced sex role playing. He then shoved his hand down my shirt not even unbuttoning any buttons. I grabbed his wrist but he pulled away from kissing me and said “let go.” Releasing my grip, he shoved his hand down my bra squeezing my bare nipples that were already rock hard. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I was busted! It was like a guy having a hard-on trying to tell his buddies that he wasn’t turned on. Yeah right.

Hubby then stood up, took his cock out, put his hand behind my head pulling me forward until he had his cock down my throat as far as I could take it. I don’t know why my mouth just opened but he was fucking my face for only a moment when I felt another hand pulling at my shirt and undoing my buttons. The stranger then pulled my shirt off making me lose contact with the cock in my mouth.

I was pushed to the back of the couch while this guy opened my bra and started sucking on my breasts one after another, tweaking one while his tongue did magic on the other. He wasn’t gentle either. He didn’t care how it felt to me, he just wanted to get as much out of the slutty little housewife that he could. I was just a slut, a whore to be played with and tossed to the side until next time. Apparently this guy had full permission to use me as he saw fit and my body for some reason just laid there and let him.

This was happening so fast that only 10 minutes had passed since he walked into my home with every intention of fucking this naive, innocent housewife. My mind was racing as I felt my jeans being unbuttoned and pulled off my hips along with my wet panties. I didn’t know how to resist nor did my body want me to.  Again, my body was taking over and my mind was being pushed to the side.

Before my jeans were even off my legs, the stranger had his mouth over my pussy, his tongue trying to reach my most inner recesses between the swollen lips. I know a tongue can only go so far but it felt much bigger in my state of mind. I was folded in half with my knees by my ears as he tasted my most personal spot. My husband helped out by removing my shoes and finally my jeans along with the panties were tossed to the floor. I could feel my ankle getting wet from the juice which had soaked into my panties as he removed them.

This guy entered my home only 10 minutes ago and my clothes were already in a pile on the floor. I wasn’t even resisting! Maybe I was a whore and didn’t know it yet. Sure seemed like I was learning and fast. My first orgasm hit hard! I’m not sure but I think he got a nice beard full of my pussy juice sprayed at him, good for me.

So here I was meeting a total stranger. Scratch that. I had not even met this guy and yet here he was between my legs with his tongue licking me out like a man who hadn’t had a drink in a week. He mauled my tits and squeezed my nipples a little too hard. It all felt so wrong yet I couldn’t muster the strength to do anything about it.

I was oblivious to my surroundings. The next thing I heard was my husband’s voice telling the guy “the bedroom is right over there”.  Not the guest room but the room where I make love to my husband. He was going to fuck me on my marriage bed and I was going to let him.

The guy stood up leaving an emptiness between my thighs. He did the first gentlemanly thing and helped me stand up. He then shoved his tongue down my throat. I have to tell you this also, when a married woman is kissed by another man in this type of situation, it is the most erotic thing I could imagine at that time.  He then let me go and walked into the room. I was frozen as I looked at hubby sitting there with the look of excitement on his face.  He just smiled, winked and said “go”. My body just started walking, joining a total stranger inside my bedroom.

I figured my husband would come in right after me but he didn’t. He left me alone with this guy. He pulled me onto the bed lying me flat on my back and again buried his face between my legs eating and drinking all he could. Apparently he liked eating pussy, and he was good at it. He started kissing his way up my body leaving little hickeys and biting me on the way up. I’ve never been bitten like this by a guy before and I was liking it! What was that all about?! Another kink in the making. He spent some time on each breast licking and sucking leaving his marks on both.

Still being fully dressed, I started removing his clothes. My mind supposedly didn’t want this but I was the one taking the initiative to get him naked. He then took my head and shoved my mouth over his cock making me suck him in. If I were to say I sucked him for a while I would be lying. I didn’t suck his cock, he fucked my mouth.  His precum was leaking into my mouth and I could taste him.

My nerves were frayed because I was nervous about him shooting his full load into my mouth. I thought at the time that swallowing cum was gross.  Sperm had entered my mouth a few times with my husband but that was only because I felt obligated to do so since I had swallowed his best friend’s semen.

“Fuck her” was the next thing I heard. Hubby had decided to join us after listening to the sounds of sex from the other room. That’s when the stranger, who still had not said a word to me, rolled over between my legs spreading them apart, he positioned his rock hard cock, wet from my saliva and his pre-cum to my swollen, red pussy and pushed, being the second man to violate my body since I married. I was so wet and ready that when he shoved into me balls deep and felt no resistance.

He just groaned and kept his cock buried inside me for what I thought was a long time. “That is one prime piece of married pussy, I can feel it milking me”, he said.  My husband tells me that he can feel my pussy pulsing around his cock when we’re having sex, I was a bit embarrassed knowing I was reacting to him the same way.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t look very ladylike with my thighs spread eagle and hickey marks all over my stomach, thighs and tits with a total stranger lying on top of me shoving his bare cock inside me. Yes, bare. I didn’t even notice. A total stranger bareback? How could a respectful woman do that?! On the other hand, I didn’t know any respectful women in my position.

Finally he started moving. Pulling out all the way then shoving hard against my loins making a loud slapping sound. Slowly out, then shove back in hard.   His balls clinging to by ass cheeks when he pulled out, then slapping my bare ass on every thrust back into my pussy.  My wet pussy was all he wanted and at the moment all I cared about was getting his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me like a whore and to soil me like the piece of meat I was at that moment.

He pulled out again but he didn’t go back in. Ugh no! I panicked thinking he was going to stop but I had nothing to fear. He grabbed my leg and tossed me over like I was nothing. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees, put both his hands on either side of my hips and shoved against my ass plowing into my battered pussy like a dog in heat. I can’t say he was the best fuck but he certainly knew how to make a woman cum. I sounded like a wet sponge back there with all the wet squishing sounds every thrust made. He was violating my most intimate parts and I was loving it!

I was a rag doll not able to put two words together. All I could do was babble incoherently. Pretty sure “FUCK ME” came out each time I orgasmed and my orgasms came often. Each orgasm lasting a long while with very little time in between.

Again he pulled out, stood up only to flip me over onto my back. He pulled me to the corner of the bed pulling my legs to his shoulders & grabbing me by my thighs and plunged back inside me. I was lost and stopped caring a long time ago. I was his whore and if he wanted to use me like one, I was fine with it.

He was shoving into me hard and fast and finally rammed into my sloppy used cunt one last time, unleashing stream after stream of steaming hot cum deep inside my married raw pussy. He shoved in so deep I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. Another orgasm hit hard knowing that his sperm was shooting against my cervix. He seemed to never stop until I could feel it running down my ass onto the bed.

He then pulled out, got dressed and left. I have never seen him again to this day. In fact, my husband has never even told me his name.

I had never felt so completely and sexually used. I wouldn’t want to do it again but my husband figured he would give me the one experience I actually yearned for and I’m glad he did.

It was a one time thing and hubby told me he was nervous how I would react to it. He’s not the demanding kind of husband and is never disrespectful. I guess the stranger and him had an understanding. Either of them could have stopped it at any time if I looked as if I was in any real distress.

Here’s the kicker, it was my choice every step of the way. I could have told them no at any time and they would’ve stopped. I allowed him to undress me, to take my bra and jeans off and I walked into the bedroom with free will. He told me later that the stranger was not to undress unless I were to undress him, that way they would know that I was okay. When the guy got between my legs, my thighs willingly opened for him.

When the stranger penetrated me for the first time I was the one who pulled him inside of me. And at the end, I don’t remember it but when the guy told me he was going to cum, I grabbed his back and wrapped my legs around him holding him in place until he finished unloading inside me while I had the most intense orgasm of the night.

I didn’t know who or what I was becoming. It was apparent that I was an easy lay. It seemed that all they had to do was touch me and I would be theirs. So this time I had to be serious. I couldn’t ever do this again! Hubby was a VERY patient man indeed.

Hubby wanted to make my fantasies a reality. From now on I would have to be more careful of what I asked for.

More sexual debauchery cumming. I’m not done yet.  Another two years had passed since…

Kisses,

Kara