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Another day, another dollar.

I was waiting at the subway station for my wife to pick me up. She had taken the day off to go on a job interview. I jumped in the car. It was early summer, and she was wearing a cute floral-patterned sundress and a big smile, the picture of a demure suburban housewife happily picking up her husband.

"I was a bad girl today."

"Yeah. How'd the interview go? What'd you do?"

"Well, Mohammed called me. I told him I was busy today and had to go for a job interview, and he volunteered to come along. He came to the interview with me, and we went back to his apartment. I just barely got here in time."

My cock immediately started getting hard. The interview was, like, 10:30 in the morning. Backing out the travel time, she must have spent half the day fucking her latest boyfriend.

Want to know when you know your wife has dropped the pretense of a hotwife and embraced the lifestyle of a full-blown cuckoldress? A sure sign is when you come home from work and find her sitting in the kitchen with a guy you've never met, having a cigarette, naked under her satin bathrobe, with her firm round tits hanging out.

"Hey. Say hi to Mohammed. He's just leaving. Mohammed, this is my husband."

After he and I shook hands, she walked him out, stopping at the front door where they locked lips in a deep kiss.

As she tells it, he had pulled up next to Her at a traffic light, ostensibly to ask directions. The directions she gave him apparently led straight to our house, up the stairs, and into our marital bed.

She didn't need to elaborate. I knew when I walked in the kitchen. She had that freshly-fucked look all over her face of a woman who had just finished riding a big cock to multiple orgasms.

"He's from Egypt. He was showing me his wedding pictures. The frigging pyramids are right there in the background!"

I think his exotic Middle Eastern looks are what initially attracted her. He had the look of a young Omar Sharif. That, and his enthusiastic and persistent pitch, as he made it clear to her at four different stoplights that he was very interested in her. Much to her delight, he was expert at laying pipe (She really loves a good hard fucking). Every Jewish American Princess should have herself an Arabian Prince!

All that was going through my mind when she said, "He invited us to dinner tonight, with him and his two younger brothers. We'll go home and you can change. We've got plenty of time to get there."

At home, I quickly got changed and headed downstairs.

"Hang on," she said, "I want to freshen up a little before we go." She returned, still in the sundress but no longer looking like a demure housewife. She looked stunning; the morning's subtle look had been replaced by deep ruby red lips with smoldering super-smoky blue eye shadow and heavy mascara. Looked like she was planning on more than dinner tonight.

I could barely keep my mind on driving, my thoughts bouncing between thinking about them fucking all afternoon and wondering what was on tap tonight.

Mohammed introduced us as "my friends" to his two brothers who were visiting from Egypt; both looked to be in their early twenties and, based on how they were looking at her, probably knew that she had been putting out for Mohammed. We all enjoyed a traditional Middle Eastern meal and drank lots of red wine. After dinner, he fired up his hookah, and we all got pleasantly stoned as we listened to Egyptian music and Mohammed regaled us with tales of life in the shadow of the pyramids.

His brothers were both drumming with the music when the traditional Saidi belly dancing song started. Looking at my wife, Mohammed said, "Why don't you dance for us?"

She got up, draped a towel across her face, and began seductively swaying her hips to the music. Twirling across the floor on her stilettoes, she danced in front of each one of us, bending over and shaking her ass, making eye contact and sensually licking her lips. When the swaying hips ramped up to lascivious pelvic grinding, the brothers began chanting, "Take it off, take it off".

The bad news about a sundress striptease is there's not much to take off. The good news is that within seconds my wife slipped off her dress, and continued dancing, clad in her red satin corset, crotchless panties, and garter belt. The demi-cup top showcased her fulsome breasts and pert nipples. Between her legs, her red swollen pussy lips thrust out from her beautiful blond bush.

At this point, the bulge in the brothers' eyes was only matched by the bulges in their pants. Mohammed quickly dismissed his brothers for the night, as he and my wife headed for his bedroom. She motioned for me to follow.

She lay down on his bed, and we stripped, lying down on either side of her. While we fondled her tits, she stroked both our cocks. I couldn't help but notice how small my inchworm looked in her hand, compared to the long, fat, thickly veined dick she grasped in her other hand. She faced him and hungrily jammed her tongue in his mouth. Mohammed then slid his fingers inside her and built up from a slow steady pace to a finger-fucking frenzy.

"Fuck me, lover. Fuck me again with that big fucking cock of yours."

She spread her legs wide open, and Mohammed rolled over and smoothly mounted her. She groaned as his man meat easily slid deep into her gaping pussy. He began slowly and methodically pumping her honeypot, pulling out the full length of his fuck stick, then nuzzling her love button with its fat head before sinking it balls deep again.

Flat on her back, legs up in the air, with her Arabian stallion beginning to pound her hard, She turned her head towards me, pursed her sexy red lips, and blew me a kiss. I got the message and took up a chair to give her space.

As Mohammed accelerated his piledriving, she began that rapid shallow breathing and cooing that signals an imminent orgasm.

"Give it to me, lover. Give it to me again. I need that hot load flooding me again."

I watched as she dug her nails in his ass cheeks and pulled her lover deep inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came all over his love muscle. Mohammed's balls tightened up, his ass muscles flexed, and I watched as his cock pulsated and he busted his nut in her hungry hole.

She turned, started laughing, and pointed at me and my spent dicklet.

"Look at that, lover. My husband's so pathetic he cums just from watching!"

"Now pack up your puny popgun and go get the car while I get dressed. I've got to work tomorrow."

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The Thirst A Story from Bridgets Nights

(1978) How DO I end up in what seems to be the same predicament time and time again? Yes, I know that when you're over 400 years old some patterns are bound to repeat themselves. Yes, I know that if I wasn't such a party girl I wouldn't drink so much, chase so many guys and girls, ingest a variety of strange substances and therefore wake up in the damndest places. My current situation was just the latest example. I gathered my thoughts. I had made one of my periodic trips to Ireland....

Sweet Summer Nights

It seemed such a good idea: The Sweet Summer Nights with You Tour. ‘Look, here’s the plan,’ Dougie said. ‘We’ll start on the Summer Solstice and go right through ’til the end of August. Yeah? Fifty dates. And as many local radio stations as we can find along the way. You know … all those seaside towns, all those local radio stations. What d’you reckon? We’ll get The Prickly Pair to open for you.’ Suzanne frowned. But Dougie didn’t really care what Suzanne reckoned. He was on a roll. ‘We’ll...

Late For DinnerChapter 49 Rays Secret Nightstick

"Wow, these are just so, ouch, neat!" Christi snapped the shiny plastic clip onto her nipple. It changed colour quickly from dark blue to a bright green as it bit into the blue-eyed brunette's soft pink flesh. "Kathy, you've got to try these!" "What are they?" Kathy answered distractedly as she admired the big black strap-on in the full length mirror. "They're called Mood Clamps. They change colour depending on how turned on you are." She put her arms around Kathy waist and began...

Wonderful And Thril Nights

Hi Friends,I m Ravi, i finished my engg.Now i m in chennai.1st time i m writing my experiance…i have 7inch cock.Its my 1st exp wit my own aunty. My aunty is one of the very very sexy lady in world, her name is Anu.(sorry friends,i changed her name). Which encouraged me to have sex with Anu.her boobs like water-melone , and i want suck it. Basically she is from small village and she is also a good friend For me.Her body and eyes are very admirable one.she has great Boobs 34D, 28 waist and 38...

Sex On Dark Nights

My Name is Alok. I am 22 years old. This is the story of my engineering days. I am from Delhi but I did my engineering from Bangalore. One of my uncles is living in Bangalore. So I did not take hostel or any accommodation in Bangalore, instead, I stayed at their place. I have one elder brother, Ankit and my parents in my family whereas in my Uncle’s family there is Uncle, Aunty and their 2 children Sanchit and Isha. Sanchit was doing his graduation from Delhi University, hence he was staying at...

Southern Nights Hot Nights

Southern Nights, Hot NightsI learned only when I moved there for a teaching assignment at one of the local community colleges why it’s called the deep south, rather than just the south. Thanks to the summer humidity, the further in you go, the more it feels like you’re underwater. When Teri and I found a rental house, it had shade trees and big windows to capture the breeze, but no central air. The nearest Walmart was forty miles away, and completely sold out.Nights in the town of Picsquita...

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