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I'm sure I am not the only girl whose husband admitted to he wanted to watch me with another man. As women, we discuss this act (Cuckoldry) amongst ourselves, it can be arousing to think you can go out and have a bit on the side, knowing your husband is watching and probably jacking off, to boot.
1.) Anna's story
Anna, a close friend since school, swears by it. Her marriage was on the rocks, the sex just stopped and then one night, they were down the pub and they had strippers on, it was a Friday, and all the men were whooping and whistling as the girls disrobed, and she found it erotic, more so as a woman, the men around her were thinking all sorts of stuff, like, are you into women, or does seeing another woman's fanny(Vagina) make her wet?
She confessed to enjoy being subjected to sexist and degrading comments, sometimes jostled and groped, at one point she thought her husband had suddenly found his libido, as he was behind her rubbing her ass through her thin dress and she was responding by pushing back and getting very wet.
When she turned around to suggest they head back home for some in and out action, she was horrified to be confronted by a stranger taking liberties with her ass, and her husband standing off a little watching him with a wild glint in his eye, and a boner to boot.
The lack of sex for nearly six months, the strippers and the horny men around her, tipped her over the edge, she leaned into the man who was groping her and whispered, "Don't you think you should buy a girl a drink before you try to fuck her".
She felt a surge of sexual power run through her body, the atmosphere was electric, as she looked at her husband's face, he was indicating hot her to go out, as the man turned to the bar to order her a drink, he pointed surreptitiously, to her, to the man, and too the door, he wanted her to take the man outside and fuck him.
"My knees went and my heart nearly popped out of my mouth, suddenly I felt like that whore I always deeply desired to be, and when he turned and handed me the drink, I drank it down in one", she said, and then she took his hand and walked out into the cool night air, followed by her husband.
The man looked confused when her husband walked up to them, and was about to say something, "It's OK mate, she wants this badly, I just watch", and then she interjected, "It's cold, I'm going back to the flat, you two follow me", and they did as she bade, and the fucking was out of this world, her husband cummed in her mouth as she lay on her back, licking his balls, with the stranger thrusting into this dirty slut of a whore, like a pack of dogs around a bitch in heat.
Everything about it was erotic. After they said their goodbyes to the bull, they went to sleep, and then she was awoken in the early hour to being fucked by her husband in a frenzy, like a r****t and his orgasm was wild and his ejaculation the most powerful she ever saw.
As they lay sweating and laughing, her giggling like a schoolgirl having just lost her virginity, she just remarked, "Wow I need to fuck more men regularly if it has this effect on you", and her husband agreed.
So every Friday night is her night out and she now has a new wardrobe of clothes worn to pull men in and leave them in no doubt, she id looking for sex.
2.) Jilly's story
Jilly was pregnant and her husband found her curvaceous body a thing of wonderment, and with his digital camera was always taking photographs, catching her bending and out of shape, she noted he had an erection whenever he was taking them, but never seemed to follow through.
She was six months gone and only used her sex toys whenever her mood required attention, and one day she was drinking coffee and her husband was at work, she went online and soon was asked by the anti-virus software to do a scan and a clean up of old files and sites they had visited.
As the scan went on all these sex sites started to pop up as potential threats. She stopped the scan and went into them, and to her horror there she was, all these photos of her, very revealing and the heading was, "Pregnant Wife, want's Cock".
Her eyes scanned the comments, men she did not know were sending phone numbers and email addresses for him to get back to them and set up a meeting for them to fuck her.
"I found the whole fucking thing a massive turn on", she laughed, "I was being hocked off as a fuck toy, to fulfil strangers fantasies about shagging a pregnant bird, they wanted to cum inside me and as I was already pregnant, apparently I wanted to be fucked bareback, in a Travel-lodge by strangers".
It was so powerful, she had to masturbate herself just to cool down, and then the messages started to flood in as they saw she was signed in.
She was still on a sexual high, and completely naked after masturbating and now feeling the urge to go again, she nervously clicked on one guy "BigDick" and typed "Hello"
She waited nervously as some text came up, saying "BigDick" was replying. It had been a long long time since she had interacted with a stranger for sex and a sudden naughtiness swept across her, and now a video screen opened and this naked handsome man with a huge fucking dick appeared, wanking himself and suddenly his voice came through the speakers, asking for "John", "are you there John", was his exact words.
"I typed yes", she said, "and then he started asking if I was still wanting to be fucked, as he was needing me, as his balls were full"
"I don't know why, but I typed that yes, I was wanting to be fucked and I would love for him to meet me and do it"
Then a request me up to click to open my cam and turn on my sound, and I just did as he requested and he nearly cummed as he saw me and not my husband, sitting there touching myself.
"It only lasted about five minutes and I was treated to a massive sperm shower all over his keyboard, and then I in return did likewise, squirting over my own, and we both howled with laughter at the c***dishness and naughtiness of the whole thing, cleaning our respective keyboards as we chatted".
Jilly confessed he was as much surprised to find her as a real woman and never ever expected for her to be true, thinking he was enacting a sexual fantasy, he believed the photos were the real deal, but now to have met her and done what they did, would she met him and let him experience being inside her for real.
She did not know if she was angry or aroused by her husbands treachery, but she took his phone number and she called him and now their phones were locked, "I don't know if my husband's for real about this, but as far as I am concerned, yes, I would love to meet you before my baby is born".
When my husband came home I was in my dressing gown and ready for him. He was surprised to see me in a state of undress and thought something might be wrong. "There was a call from a guy called "BigDick", and he seemed not to register, and he looked as though I was trying to pull a fast one, so he retorted, "What did he want?"
"He wants to meet me in a Travel Lodge and fuck me", and before he could respond, I added, "We are going to meet next Saturday", and the look on his face was priceless, so I just stuck to my guns and pushed this pretence to rile him and then that look of tortured ecstasy, when he turned the tables on me, "OK, I'm going to film you and him", Somehow I knew he really was serious, and I felt that same but different feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I said nothing to deny what I had started as a lesson, suddenly became a reality.
I knew I had to set up up the meeting, so I went out and into the bathroom, my knees and legs were weak, my voice was shaking, "It's on", I said, when he answered, "book a room and send me the details", i continued, "When for", he queried?
I was so on a high about bedding a new man, I just said, "Saturday night", three days away, and hung up and then sat down on the pan feeling sick.
My husband knocked the bathroom door, "You alright" he quietly asked?
I said I was and then my phone text showed the message, and the room number. I got up and flushed, went out and just said to my husband, "We're going out on Saturday night and staying over", his face went pale as the blood drained and his mouth hung open, "this was all your doing and now you will see it through".
That night when he came to bed, he tried to mount me, he was as horny as I could ever remember, as was I, but I was determined to milk this new feeling for what it was worth, I knew from experience I would have this outrageous fantasy, and then after sex or masturbation, the urge for this fantasy would go with the dying embers of the orgasm it gave me.
"Save it for Saturday night when you're watching me with him", I told him, and he groaned in genuine pain and I put me hand down and felt his cock, as hard as a bone, "if you are a good boy, you can follow him and flush his cum out of my pussy, with your own".
In the morning he was up and making me a cup of tea, proudly presenting his erection as he served me in bed in the nude.
I finished my tea and got up and sat on the edge of the mattress, and beckoned him to stand in front of me, he did so and I relented by giving him a deep mouth blowjob, it was such a satisfying feeling as my husband seed flowed down my throat, and hearing his gasps as he held my head tightly.
When I finished I got up to go wash my mouth, "Don't you want something", he asked me? I shook my head, "No, I get mine on Saturday night" and continued out to the bathroom.
3.) Barbara's story
"Could I be inherently non-monogamous?". I loved my boyfriend Frank, he thrilled me from the moment I met him and our sex life was, at times, explosive. After a few years I found he was pushing me towards his friends, not all of them at the same time, but as if he was trying to find the match that would make me and the one guy click.
I like a good cock, he knew that much about me, I always liked to go down on him and then tell him a story about how I went with another man, and would let this man do stuff to me, he would blow his wad right into my mouth, and fill it until it spewed out the sides of his cock. Sometimes, in mock anger at the mess, I would say, "Someday this might just be real", referring to my story, and then we reversed positions, and I would imagine another man having me, especially if my boyfriend licked me in a different way, and I would achieve a double release at the same time, clitoris and vaginal, really mind blowing stuff for a girl.
What was happening, we were introducing a concept we both were getting off on. I always like the idea of being watched whilst having sex, that started as a teenager one night in the local cinema, with a boyfriend, I can't even remember his name, we were kissing and fooling around in the back row, when I looked across the isle and saw an older man watching us, by then my skirt was hitched high on my thighs, and the boy was going for my honey pot.
Our eyes met in that dimmed cinema, and I saw he had his cock out wanking himself to me and what I was allowing for it to happen, no one else knew apart form the boy too focused on getting into my panties, and that secrecy was my turn on, so I stopped the boy, hiked my skirt up high and pulled my panties down and off and lay back and let the boy I was with have access, and when he was kissing my belly and fingering my pussy, I tossed my panties across the aisle, for the older man to get up and collect, which he did, and watching him sit down in the first seat and masturbate just a meter from where I was being eaten out and fingered, added something that would appeal to me for the rest of my life.
The old man cummed onto my panties, and made sure I saw him use my delicate's, to clean up his mess. I was on the verge of cumming when he got up and dropped my soiled panties back onto the seat beside me, and as the boy who was going down on me looked up, the old bugger copped a free feel of my breasts, he squeezed one and walked away, as I grabbed my boyfriends head and forced him down to finish the job and then bring him off after it.
I never washed those panties. I kept then for ages with my dildo, and when I masturbated, I would lay them on my face and smell the old man's cum, to help my mental visualisation of what I let him do to me, each time, something different, and each time, he was an extra, always watching and always contributing afterwards, so yes, my non-monogamous thoughts had good reason, we are taught that in the a****l kingdom the female goes looking for a whole lot of males to mate with, looking for the strongest sperm, of course with DNA a lot of people are now finding out their daddies were not their biological fathers, mother was being shagged silly before she allowed her husband his chance.
Education is just a thin veneer that covers our respectability, give a girl a few drinks, and you would be amazed just how pliable her body is when you band her backwards, and slip you cock up her wet pussy to release all that built up tension she created teasing you, with facial makeup, red lipstick to represent her inflamed and swollen genitalia, and lip gloss, as a signal to her wetness, I once went over to a bar and ordered a round of drinks, beside I guy I was eyeing up for a few hours.
I put lip gloss onto a shade of coral pink lippy, which he looked at when he turned to look at me, "Like what you see", I remarked, "Would look even better watching my cock slide in and out of it", he retorted, he got his wish and that was how I met my Frank, by giving him a low-job in the toilets and hearing the men's loos flush, my nose flared at the stink of men's toilets and my ears filled with men laughing and talking crudely about other women in the bar and what they were going to do with them, and with Franks pubic hair in my face and his cock in my mouth.
Slutty but romantic, on my knees sucking a strangers cock in a man's toilet, that is the sort of sex that turns me on, dirty and smelly, feeling like a spent condom, but with a strawberry flavour, and ribbed for effect and an air of respectability and untouchability, that is until you get to know me.
The concept of having something new was exciting, a new man in bed with you doing the same thing as your boyfriend or husband did just as well, but because he was different, his touch and his smell, I love the smell of a man's balls in my face, even a trace of smegum, appeals to my dirtiness when it comes to sex, Julie my friend, admits to loving to be pissed on as she wanks herself in front of men wanting her, and she had done it, once on a night out and dressed in her finest threats, fond herself needing to pee, late at night and not a public convenience open, "Fuck it" she said, "I need to pee", and she asked one guy she quiet fancied if he would come with her and make sure she was uninterrupted, he did and when they were hidden behind a load of bins, she unabashedly revealed everything to him and then squatted and let rip, like a prize mare, watching her catch for the night undo his flies to pee.
"Come here", she said, reaching for his cock, "let's be having this", and he went to her and she started blowing him as she peed, he suddenly pulled from her mouth, "I need to go", he said, sounding desperate, she thought he wanted to run away from her, but no, as she was still holding his flaccid cock, he started urinating and it hit her face, and she felt its warmth, as she rolled her face around in the golden stream of piss, and then aimed it at her chest and felt it run down between her breasts and down her stomach, to mingle with her own stream of urine.
Then he was a hard as a rock and she pulled him down on top of her and had the best sex ever.
Back to myself. Frank made it known that if I ever wanted to go home with another guy, he'd be cool with it as long as I told him every detail, but he did it in a kind of jokey way, so I was never sure if he was serious.
When we'd have sex, Frank loved to talk dirty. His fantasy was always me having sex with another guy as he watched or that I'd go out and pick up another guy tell then him all about it.
This fantasy spilt over into real life. If we were out, he'd see a bunch of guys and ask me which one I'd let fuck me. Sometimes I would indulge him in his fantasy, like most things, once the seed is planted, the growth rate varies and when I was ovulating I was more receptive to feeling another man's need for me, even though I knew it was my own body crying out to be fucked, and other times I'd tell him to shut up because it would annoy me because I was not in the mood.
Then one day, we had been on holiday and there had been flight delays on the return journey, and terrorist alerts and instead of returned to Edinburgh, we flew back into Manchester, arriving at two in the morning with a bus ride back to Edinburgh.
We had all huddled in a group awaiting for the bus and there were a group of lad, a footie team that had been out there in some competition. They had opened their duty frees and were drinking and offer myself and Frank a few good swallows of Vodka, which we took, as we were hungry and tired, and it hit the spot and I took another.
Suddenly I found myself surrounded by all these horny beautiful boys, not even hiding their shameful erections and I was being playfully jostled and touched.
I saw Frank pretending not to notice me and then one of the boys jut grabbed me and pressed me against the bus shelter and started to kiss me and feel my unfettered breast,under my t-shirt. I looked for Frank but he was not to be seen, and by now the rest of the boys had shielded us from public view with their bodies, and his hand had fond my wet pussy, and he began fingering me as the other boys started to cop free feels.
I have never felt such a wanton need for sex, as my pants were pulled down and off, and my t-shirt pushed up over my face, my ears filled with the boys crudites as they described my naked body and touched it without recourse.
Someone said, "Fucking hell she;s gagging for it", and when someone asked if I was, I said "Yes", and then it kicked off, and they started fucking me.
I could feel them ejaculating onto my back my legs and face, it was non stop, and how many, I honestly don't know, and then I heard Franks voice, giving directions and calling me a slut, and urging the boys to be more violent with me.
I was cumming over and over, and even once felt two cocks inside me, moving at different ways, it was almost too much and then it was quiet and I was on the bus heading home with Frank by my side.
I had simply passed out and was carried onto the bus. All the boys had disembarked at Newcastle, so there was no one around to say what I had experienced, well no one, but Frank and Franks friend, his camera, he had recorded me and that football team, doing what some women find normal.
1.) Anna's story
Anna, a close friend since school, swears by it. Her marriage was on the rocks, the sex just stopped and then one night, they were down the pub and they had strippers on, it was a Friday, and all the men were whooping and whistling as the girls disrobed, and she found it erotic, more so as a woman, the men around her were thinking all sorts of stuff, like, are you into women, or does seeing another woman's fanny(Vagina) make her wet?
She confessed to enjoy being subjected to sexist and degrading comments, sometimes jostled and groped, at one point she thought her husband had suddenly found his libido, as he was behind her rubbing her ass through her thin dress and she was responding by pushing back and getting very wet.
When she turned around to suggest they head back home for some in and out action, she was horrified to be confronted by a stranger taking liberties with her ass, and her husband standing off a little watching him with a wild glint in his eye, and a boner to boot.
The lack of sex for nearly six months, the strippers and the horny men around her, tipped her over the edge, she leaned into the man who was groping her and whispered, "Don't you think you should buy a girl a drink before you try to fuck her".
She felt a surge of sexual power run through her body, the atmosphere was electric, as she looked at her husband's face, he was indicating hot her to go out, as the man turned to the bar to order her a drink, he pointed surreptitiously, to her, to the man, and too the door, he wanted her to take the man outside and fuck him.
"My knees went and my heart nearly popped out of my mouth, suddenly I felt like that whore I always deeply desired to be, and when he turned and handed me the drink, I drank it down in one", she said, and then she took his hand and walked out into the cool night air, followed by her husband.
The man looked confused when her husband walked up to them, and was about to say something, "It's OK mate, she wants this badly, I just watch", and then she interjected, "It's cold, I'm going back to the flat, you two follow me", and they did as she bade, and the fucking was out of this world, her husband cummed in her mouth as she lay on her back, licking his balls, with the stranger thrusting into this dirty slut of a whore, like a pack of dogs around a bitch in heat.
Everything about it was erotic. After they said their goodbyes to the bull, they went to sleep, and then she was awoken in the early hour to being fucked by her husband in a frenzy, like a r****t and his orgasm was wild and his ejaculation the most powerful she ever saw.
As they lay sweating and laughing, her giggling like a schoolgirl having just lost her virginity, she just remarked, "Wow I need to fuck more men regularly if it has this effect on you", and her husband agreed.
So every Friday night is her night out and she now has a new wardrobe of clothes worn to pull men in and leave them in no doubt, she id looking for sex.
2.) Jilly's story
Jilly was pregnant and her husband found her curvaceous body a thing of wonderment, and with his digital camera was always taking photographs, catching her bending and out of shape, she noted he had an erection whenever he was taking them, but never seemed to follow through.
She was six months gone and only used her sex toys whenever her mood required attention, and one day she was drinking coffee and her husband was at work, she went online and soon was asked by the anti-virus software to do a scan and a clean up of old files and sites they had visited.
As the scan went on all these sex sites started to pop up as potential threats. She stopped the scan and went into them, and to her horror there she was, all these photos of her, very revealing and the heading was, "Pregnant Wife, want's Cock".
Her eyes scanned the comments, men she did not know were sending phone numbers and email addresses for him to get back to them and set up a meeting for them to fuck her.
"I found the whole fucking thing a massive turn on", she laughed, "I was being hocked off as a fuck toy, to fulfil strangers fantasies about shagging a pregnant bird, they wanted to cum inside me and as I was already pregnant, apparently I wanted to be fucked bareback, in a Travel-lodge by strangers".
It was so powerful, she had to masturbate herself just to cool down, and then the messages started to flood in as they saw she was signed in.
She was still on a sexual high, and completely naked after masturbating and now feeling the urge to go again, she nervously clicked on one guy "BigDick" and typed "Hello"
She waited nervously as some text came up, saying "BigDick" was replying. It had been a long long time since she had interacted with a stranger for sex and a sudden naughtiness swept across her, and now a video screen opened and this naked handsome man with a huge fucking dick appeared, wanking himself and suddenly his voice came through the speakers, asking for "John", "are you there John", was his exact words.
"I typed yes", she said, "and then he started asking if I was still wanting to be fucked, as he was needing me, as his balls were full"
"I don't know why, but I typed that yes, I was wanting to be fucked and I would love for him to meet me and do it"
Then a request me up to click to open my cam and turn on my sound, and I just did as he requested and he nearly cummed as he saw me and not my husband, sitting there touching myself.
"It only lasted about five minutes and I was treated to a massive sperm shower all over his keyboard, and then I in return did likewise, squirting over my own, and we both howled with laughter at the c***dishness and naughtiness of the whole thing, cleaning our respective keyboards as we chatted".
Jilly confessed he was as much surprised to find her as a real woman and never ever expected for her to be true, thinking he was enacting a sexual fantasy, he believed the photos were the real deal, but now to have met her and done what they did, would she met him and let him experience being inside her for real.
She did not know if she was angry or aroused by her husbands treachery, but she took his phone number and she called him and now their phones were locked, "I don't know if my husband's for real about this, but as far as I am concerned, yes, I would love to meet you before my baby is born".
When my husband came home I was in my dressing gown and ready for him. He was surprised to see me in a state of undress and thought something might be wrong. "There was a call from a guy called "BigDick", and he seemed not to register, and he looked as though I was trying to pull a fast one, so he retorted, "What did he want?"
"He wants to meet me in a Travel Lodge and fuck me", and before he could respond, I added, "We are going to meet next Saturday", and the look on his face was priceless, so I just stuck to my guns and pushed this pretence to rile him and then that look of tortured ecstasy, when he turned the tables on me, "OK, I'm going to film you and him", Somehow I knew he really was serious, and I felt that same but different feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I said nothing to deny what I had started as a lesson, suddenly became a reality.
I knew I had to set up up the meeting, so I went out and into the bathroom, my knees and legs were weak, my voice was shaking, "It's on", I said, when he answered, "book a room and send me the details", i continued, "When for", he queried?
I was so on a high about bedding a new man, I just said, "Saturday night", three days away, and hung up and then sat down on the pan feeling sick.
My husband knocked the bathroom door, "You alright" he quietly asked?
I said I was and then my phone text showed the message, and the room number. I got up and flushed, went out and just said to my husband, "We're going out on Saturday night and staying over", his face went pale as the blood drained and his mouth hung open, "this was all your doing and now you will see it through".
That night when he came to bed, he tried to mount me, he was as horny as I could ever remember, as was I, but I was determined to milk this new feeling for what it was worth, I knew from experience I would have this outrageous fantasy, and then after sex or masturbation, the urge for this fantasy would go with the dying embers of the orgasm it gave me.
"Save it for Saturday night when you're watching me with him", I told him, and he groaned in genuine pain and I put me hand down and felt his cock, as hard as a bone, "if you are a good boy, you can follow him and flush his cum out of my pussy, with your own".
In the morning he was up and making me a cup of tea, proudly presenting his erection as he served me in bed in the nude.
I finished my tea and got up and sat on the edge of the mattress, and beckoned him to stand in front of me, he did so and I relented by giving him a deep mouth blowjob, it was such a satisfying feeling as my husband seed flowed down my throat, and hearing his gasps as he held my head tightly.
When I finished I got up to go wash my mouth, "Don't you want something", he asked me? I shook my head, "No, I get mine on Saturday night" and continued out to the bathroom.
3.) Barbara's story
"Could I be inherently non-monogamous?". I loved my boyfriend Frank, he thrilled me from the moment I met him and our sex life was, at times, explosive. After a few years I found he was pushing me towards his friends, not all of them at the same time, but as if he was trying to find the match that would make me and the one guy click.
I like a good cock, he knew that much about me, I always liked to go down on him and then tell him a story about how I went with another man, and would let this man do stuff to me, he would blow his wad right into my mouth, and fill it until it spewed out the sides of his cock. Sometimes, in mock anger at the mess, I would say, "Someday this might just be real", referring to my story, and then we reversed positions, and I would imagine another man having me, especially if my boyfriend licked me in a different way, and I would achieve a double release at the same time, clitoris and vaginal, really mind blowing stuff for a girl.
What was happening, we were introducing a concept we both were getting off on. I always like the idea of being watched whilst having sex, that started as a teenager one night in the local cinema, with a boyfriend, I can't even remember his name, we were kissing and fooling around in the back row, when I looked across the isle and saw an older man watching us, by then my skirt was hitched high on my thighs, and the boy was going for my honey pot.
Our eyes met in that dimmed cinema, and I saw he had his cock out wanking himself to me and what I was allowing for it to happen, no one else knew apart form the boy too focused on getting into my panties, and that secrecy was my turn on, so I stopped the boy, hiked my skirt up high and pulled my panties down and off and lay back and let the boy I was with have access, and when he was kissing my belly and fingering my pussy, I tossed my panties across the aisle, for the older man to get up and collect, which he did, and watching him sit down in the first seat and masturbate just a meter from where I was being eaten out and fingered, added something that would appeal to me for the rest of my life.
The old man cummed onto my panties, and made sure I saw him use my delicate's, to clean up his mess. I was on the verge of cumming when he got up and dropped my soiled panties back onto the seat beside me, and as the boy who was going down on me looked up, the old bugger copped a free feel of my breasts, he squeezed one and walked away, as I grabbed my boyfriends head and forced him down to finish the job and then bring him off after it.
I never washed those panties. I kept then for ages with my dildo, and when I masturbated, I would lay them on my face and smell the old man's cum, to help my mental visualisation of what I let him do to me, each time, something different, and each time, he was an extra, always watching and always contributing afterwards, so yes, my non-monogamous thoughts had good reason, we are taught that in the a****l kingdom the female goes looking for a whole lot of males to mate with, looking for the strongest sperm, of course with DNA a lot of people are now finding out their daddies were not their biological fathers, mother was being shagged silly before she allowed her husband his chance.
Education is just a thin veneer that covers our respectability, give a girl a few drinks, and you would be amazed just how pliable her body is when you band her backwards, and slip you cock up her wet pussy to release all that built up tension she created teasing you, with facial makeup, red lipstick to represent her inflamed and swollen genitalia, and lip gloss, as a signal to her wetness, I once went over to a bar and ordered a round of drinks, beside I guy I was eyeing up for a few hours.
I put lip gloss onto a shade of coral pink lippy, which he looked at when he turned to look at me, "Like what you see", I remarked, "Would look even better watching my cock slide in and out of it", he retorted, he got his wish and that was how I met my Frank, by giving him a low-job in the toilets and hearing the men's loos flush, my nose flared at the stink of men's toilets and my ears filled with men laughing and talking crudely about other women in the bar and what they were going to do with them, and with Franks pubic hair in my face and his cock in my mouth.
Slutty but romantic, on my knees sucking a strangers cock in a man's toilet, that is the sort of sex that turns me on, dirty and smelly, feeling like a spent condom, but with a strawberry flavour, and ribbed for effect and an air of respectability and untouchability, that is until you get to know me.
The concept of having something new was exciting, a new man in bed with you doing the same thing as your boyfriend or husband did just as well, but because he was different, his touch and his smell, I love the smell of a man's balls in my face, even a trace of smegum, appeals to my dirtiness when it comes to sex, Julie my friend, admits to loving to be pissed on as she wanks herself in front of men wanting her, and she had done it, once on a night out and dressed in her finest threats, fond herself needing to pee, late at night and not a public convenience open, "Fuck it" she said, "I need to pee", and she asked one guy she quiet fancied if he would come with her and make sure she was uninterrupted, he did and when they were hidden behind a load of bins, she unabashedly revealed everything to him and then squatted and let rip, like a prize mare, watching her catch for the night undo his flies to pee.
"Come here", she said, reaching for his cock, "let's be having this", and he went to her and she started blowing him as she peed, he suddenly pulled from her mouth, "I need to go", he said, sounding desperate, she thought he wanted to run away from her, but no, as she was still holding his flaccid cock, he started urinating and it hit her face, and she felt its warmth, as she rolled her face around in the golden stream of piss, and then aimed it at her chest and felt it run down between her breasts and down her stomach, to mingle with her own stream of urine.
Then he was a hard as a rock and she pulled him down on top of her and had the best sex ever.
Back to myself. Frank made it known that if I ever wanted to go home with another guy, he'd be cool with it as long as I told him every detail, but he did it in a kind of jokey way, so I was never sure if he was serious.
When we'd have sex, Frank loved to talk dirty. His fantasy was always me having sex with another guy as he watched or that I'd go out and pick up another guy tell then him all about it.
This fantasy spilt over into real life. If we were out, he'd see a bunch of guys and ask me which one I'd let fuck me. Sometimes I would indulge him in his fantasy, like most things, once the seed is planted, the growth rate varies and when I was ovulating I was more receptive to feeling another man's need for me, even though I knew it was my own body crying out to be fucked, and other times I'd tell him to shut up because it would annoy me because I was not in the mood.
Then one day, we had been on holiday and there had been flight delays on the return journey, and terrorist alerts and instead of returned to Edinburgh, we flew back into Manchester, arriving at two in the morning with a bus ride back to Edinburgh.
We had all huddled in a group awaiting for the bus and there were a group of lad, a footie team that had been out there in some competition. They had opened their duty frees and were drinking and offer myself and Frank a few good swallows of Vodka, which we took, as we were hungry and tired, and it hit the spot and I took another.
Suddenly I found myself surrounded by all these horny beautiful boys, not even hiding their shameful erections and I was being playfully jostled and touched.
I saw Frank pretending not to notice me and then one of the boys jut grabbed me and pressed me against the bus shelter and started to kiss me and feel my unfettered breast,under my t-shirt. I looked for Frank but he was not to be seen, and by now the rest of the boys had shielded us from public view with their bodies, and his hand had fond my wet pussy, and he began fingering me as the other boys started to cop free feels.
I have never felt such a wanton need for sex, as my pants were pulled down and off, and my t-shirt pushed up over my face, my ears filled with the boys crudites as they described my naked body and touched it without recourse.
Someone said, "Fucking hell she;s gagging for it", and when someone asked if I was, I said "Yes", and then it kicked off, and they started fucking me.
I could feel them ejaculating onto my back my legs and face, it was non stop, and how many, I honestly don't know, and then I heard Franks voice, giving directions and calling me a slut, and urging the boys to be more violent with me.
I was cumming over and over, and even once felt two cocks inside me, moving at different ways, it was almost too much and then it was quiet and I was on the bus heading home with Frank by my side.
I had simply passed out and was carried onto the bus. All the boys had disembarked at Newcastle, so there was no one around to say what I had experienced, well no one, but Frank and Franks friend, his camera, he had recorded me and that football team, doing what some women find normal.
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