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My husbands friend was visiting back home after being overseas for many few years, after emigrating with his parents he got in touch through social media and now they were meeting up, only he did not know we were married, as they had lost touch, he never got around to telling him.
I had seen photos of him and the recent ones he sent were quite dishy, toned and dark skinned from frolicking on sunny beaches, 'He always pulled the girls', sighed my husband, I could see why, the bulge in his wet swimming trunks promised additional pleasure as his looks and body were eye candy for girls like myself, I was looking forward to meeting this guy.
We discussed how to break the ice after so many years absence, then I hit on an idea, 'Lets meet in a pub, you point me out as a target and then challenge him to chat me up, for a fling, then we shall tell him', my husband was up for it, he assumed I would play hard to get and then seduce him before confessing I was married to his best friend, but I wanted more from this little game, I was trembling a little, just like the old day when we first met when I used to go out on the pull for sex, I missed doing that and now I had a chance to have some fun.
We agreed on a old haunt of mine and when my husband saw me dress he panicked slightly, 'You look like a high class tart', referring to my stockings and heels, half cut brassiere with my nipples jutting into my open necked blouse and my g-string panties that barely covered my pussy or the shortness of my skirt that easily showed my ass cheeks from behind.
'I intend having some fun too', I protested, having to resist my husbands begging for a quickie before we left for the pub and his meeting with his friend.
I took a taxi while he drove to meet at a hotel, I would be in-situ and have a couple of drinks before they arrived and I have to admit I was wet and horny when I arrived and the men were panting in my presence, I could feel my need for sex, just like it was in the old days, in fact it was just like getting back on the proverbial bicycle, as I ordered a double gin and tonic, pressing my crotch into the corner of a high stool by the bar.
I was soon joined by men wanting to try their pick up lines and buy me drinks with the aim of dumping their sperm inside me, I loved the attention and the intention of their neediness for me and my body and before too long with a glance at the clock I had been drinking for 45 minutes and had consumed 3 doubles, which made me woozy and start wondering why I was there.
My latest beau was a man in his forties, beer bellied and obviously married, punching above his weight, but I tolerated him as my forth double was plonked down before me and he started to tell me how his wife did not understand him and how much he needed to have a particular style of sex which he was willing to pay good money for, he was basically offering me bait and waiting to see if I took it.
'What is it your wife will not do for you', I asked him provocatively, I was horny as hell and toying with this guy in expectation of my husband and his friend to walk in through the door any minute, he had left his phone so as not to call each other, when this drunk put his hand on my expansive stockinged thigh now showing him I was indeed in stockings.
The heat from his grasping fingers as he took hold of me sent shivered deep into my crotch, I gasped and placed my own hand atop of his, now moving into my crotch, 'What to fuck are you doing', I aggressively chided him, that was when he told me his fantasy was public sex, 'You want me to let you fuck me here', I said in disbelief, no, he did not, a hand job would suffice.
I glanced at the clock then around me, one hour and fifteen minutes I had been waiting, 'What the fuck', went through my mind and a slight anger welled inside, '£70 for a hand job then', and I released my hand from his and let him touch my g-string as proof of my willingness to jack him off, offering the same hand open-palmed as he took out three twenties and a tenner, making the seventy I demanded and as I put it in my bad I felt the heat of his cock on my thigh, I started to wank him off rubbing my silky stocking leg as he fingered my wet pussy.
I had started to count my strokes when he suddenly jerked and I felt a sharp pain in my clitoris as he broke the string on my g-string, suddenly I was commando without panties, but worse still my thigh was covered in a thick globular yellowish sperm, right on my bared thigh above the elasticated stocking top and on my pubis, it almost immediately went into solution and soon his seminal fluid was running down my thigh and into my crotch.
I looked across the bar for some napkins and came to see my husband scanning the bar for me, my client had fucked off in time as my husband espied me and started to approach, all I could do was pull my short hemline over my exposed thigh and let my dress absorb the semen.
I ignored both men as they took up their positions at the end of the bar. I was still trying to compose myself for the slight impulsive indiscretion I had just committed and at the same time fall into role as planned, readying myself to be chatted up, while the stench of the previous man's semen hung heavy in the air and mingled with my own vaginal secretions.
As it turned out, my preoccupation with the unaccounted for hand job, that I had just administered, made it easy to ignore my husbands futile attempts to chat me up and by the time I had composed myself, his charming handsome friend moved in, my only thoughts were after my audacious hand-job, 'How I would love to bury his face into my crotch and make him lick me clean', killing two birds with one stone.
My husband suggested we retire to a free booth that had just been vacated and to my horror, as I got off my stool my g-string fell to my ankle, I had forgotten he had broken one leg when he came.
My drunken state and emboldened demeanor, made me say, 'Cheap shit' and I stepped from it and left it on the floor as we walked over to the booth, now they both knew I was naked under the short hemline of my stained dress, this was proving more difficult and awkward, to spring the surprise and introduce me as husband's wife, so when his friend went to the bar to buy a round of drinks, I told my husband I would continue to play the slut they had just picked up and same the marriage thing for another time, as his friend would soon be leaving again, none the wiser.
My husband sat alongside me as his friend made himself comfortable between my long legs, he was wasting no time in making his intentions known to me what he wanted from me as he played footsie and put his foot on the seat, under my dress and pressed his toes into my bared pussy, I was gone with the over indulgence of booze and looked into my husbands completely blank stare, while his friend foot fucked me, all I needed now was to get back home, but his friend suggested his hotel room, and I immediately agreed.
My poor husband was gripped by both fascination and fear, a fear that dumbfounds men watching their wives flirt dangerously with other men wanting them for sex and watching as their wives submit and let themselves enjoy the unexpected pleasure of extra marital sex with these other men, revealing the long lost pleasure they themselves once felt, as they watch their wives really enjoy fucking these other men.
As we left the pub my poor husband was in two minds, but I was past caring as my need for sex like this was overpowering and the drink I had consumed made me defiant, 'No', I said to him when he whispered and suggested I go back home, 'I want this', I said defiantly, 'and, I want you to watch us'. He did as I bade and followed us meekly, I had my cuckold of a husband and in the elevator up to his room, his friend gathered me up in his arms and we kissed passionately, as his hands sought my bared bottom and he pulled me cheeks apart to let my husband see his prowess and my brown bum hole, 'Can you fuck both of us together', he asked me as I looked up and into his eyes, 'Yes', I replied without conviction, as his friend put his finger into my mouth to suck and pushed it up my backside as proof I could take it in the arse, as my poor husband already knew I could.
I had seen photos of him and the recent ones he sent were quite dishy, toned and dark skinned from frolicking on sunny beaches, 'He always pulled the girls', sighed my husband, I could see why, the bulge in his wet swimming trunks promised additional pleasure as his looks and body were eye candy for girls like myself, I was looking forward to meeting this guy.
We discussed how to break the ice after so many years absence, then I hit on an idea, 'Lets meet in a pub, you point me out as a target and then challenge him to chat me up, for a fling, then we shall tell him', my husband was up for it, he assumed I would play hard to get and then seduce him before confessing I was married to his best friend, but I wanted more from this little game, I was trembling a little, just like the old day when we first met when I used to go out on the pull for sex, I missed doing that and now I had a chance to have some fun.
We agreed on a old haunt of mine and when my husband saw me dress he panicked slightly, 'You look like a high class tart', referring to my stockings and heels, half cut brassiere with my nipples jutting into my open necked blouse and my g-string panties that barely covered my pussy or the shortness of my skirt that easily showed my ass cheeks from behind.
'I intend having some fun too', I protested, having to resist my husbands begging for a quickie before we left for the pub and his meeting with his friend.
I took a taxi while he drove to meet at a hotel, I would be in-situ and have a couple of drinks before they arrived and I have to admit I was wet and horny when I arrived and the men were panting in my presence, I could feel my need for sex, just like it was in the old days, in fact it was just like getting back on the proverbial bicycle, as I ordered a double gin and tonic, pressing my crotch into the corner of a high stool by the bar.
I was soon joined by men wanting to try their pick up lines and buy me drinks with the aim of dumping their sperm inside me, I loved the attention and the intention of their neediness for me and my body and before too long with a glance at the clock I had been drinking for 45 minutes and had consumed 3 doubles, which made me woozy and start wondering why I was there.
My latest beau was a man in his forties, beer bellied and obviously married, punching above his weight, but I tolerated him as my forth double was plonked down before me and he started to tell me how his wife did not understand him and how much he needed to have a particular style of sex which he was willing to pay good money for, he was basically offering me bait and waiting to see if I took it.
'What is it your wife will not do for you', I asked him provocatively, I was horny as hell and toying with this guy in expectation of my husband and his friend to walk in through the door any minute, he had left his phone so as not to call each other, when this drunk put his hand on my expansive stockinged thigh now showing him I was indeed in stockings.
The heat from his grasping fingers as he took hold of me sent shivered deep into my crotch, I gasped and placed my own hand atop of his, now moving into my crotch, 'What to fuck are you doing', I aggressively chided him, that was when he told me his fantasy was public sex, 'You want me to let you fuck me here', I said in disbelief, no, he did not, a hand job would suffice.
I glanced at the clock then around me, one hour and fifteen minutes I had been waiting, 'What the fuck', went through my mind and a slight anger welled inside, '£70 for a hand job then', and I released my hand from his and let him touch my g-string as proof of my willingness to jack him off, offering the same hand open-palmed as he took out three twenties and a tenner, making the seventy I demanded and as I put it in my bad I felt the heat of his cock on my thigh, I started to wank him off rubbing my silky stocking leg as he fingered my wet pussy.
I had started to count my strokes when he suddenly jerked and I felt a sharp pain in my clitoris as he broke the string on my g-string, suddenly I was commando without panties, but worse still my thigh was covered in a thick globular yellowish sperm, right on my bared thigh above the elasticated stocking top and on my pubis, it almost immediately went into solution and soon his seminal fluid was running down my thigh and into my crotch.
I looked across the bar for some napkins and came to see my husband scanning the bar for me, my client had fucked off in time as my husband espied me and started to approach, all I could do was pull my short hemline over my exposed thigh and let my dress absorb the semen.
I ignored both men as they took up their positions at the end of the bar. I was still trying to compose myself for the slight impulsive indiscretion I had just committed and at the same time fall into role as planned, readying myself to be chatted up, while the stench of the previous man's semen hung heavy in the air and mingled with my own vaginal secretions.
As it turned out, my preoccupation with the unaccounted for hand job, that I had just administered, made it easy to ignore my husbands futile attempts to chat me up and by the time I had composed myself, his charming handsome friend moved in, my only thoughts were after my audacious hand-job, 'How I would love to bury his face into my crotch and make him lick me clean', killing two birds with one stone.
My husband suggested we retire to a free booth that had just been vacated and to my horror, as I got off my stool my g-string fell to my ankle, I had forgotten he had broken one leg when he came.
My drunken state and emboldened demeanor, made me say, 'Cheap shit' and I stepped from it and left it on the floor as we walked over to the booth, now they both knew I was naked under the short hemline of my stained dress, this was proving more difficult and awkward, to spring the surprise and introduce me as husband's wife, so when his friend went to the bar to buy a round of drinks, I told my husband I would continue to play the slut they had just picked up and same the marriage thing for another time, as his friend would soon be leaving again, none the wiser.
My husband sat alongside me as his friend made himself comfortable between my long legs, he was wasting no time in making his intentions known to me what he wanted from me as he played footsie and put his foot on the seat, under my dress and pressed his toes into my bared pussy, I was gone with the over indulgence of booze and looked into my husbands completely blank stare, while his friend foot fucked me, all I needed now was to get back home, but his friend suggested his hotel room, and I immediately agreed.
My poor husband was gripped by both fascination and fear, a fear that dumbfounds men watching their wives flirt dangerously with other men wanting them for sex and watching as their wives submit and let themselves enjoy the unexpected pleasure of extra marital sex with these other men, revealing the long lost pleasure they themselves once felt, as they watch their wives really enjoy fucking these other men.
As we left the pub my poor husband was in two minds, but I was past caring as my need for sex like this was overpowering and the drink I had consumed made me defiant, 'No', I said to him when he whispered and suggested I go back home, 'I want this', I said defiantly, 'and, I want you to watch us'. He did as I bade and followed us meekly, I had my cuckold of a husband and in the elevator up to his room, his friend gathered me up in his arms and we kissed passionately, as his hands sought my bared bottom and he pulled me cheeks apart to let my husband see his prowess and my brown bum hole, 'Can you fuck both of us together', he asked me as I looked up and into his eyes, 'Yes', I replied without conviction, as his friend put his finger into my mouth to suck and pushed it up my backside as proof I could take it in the arse, as my poor husband already knew I could.
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