HOTWIFE | BDSM | INTERRACIAL

Bidding for My Holes

Hubby auctions me to strangers

Hubby caught me cheating two weeks ago. In front of the evidence, I couldn’t do much other than confess. When he asked for a reason, I decided to tell him the bare truth: I love exposing myself and having sex with strangers.

Not only Liam has accepted it all: he has upped the stakes. He claims he has always thought I’d be a perfect hotwife. Guess what he wants me to do to make him forgive me?

Stray.

From now on, under his control.

I’ve spent the afternoon getting ready for tonight. I shaved and chose the best lingerie to wear. My makeup is a little sluttier than usual, to be honest, but it seems what the evening requires.

Even if I don’t know where he’s bringing me, I tremble with anticipation. Only a couple of days ago Liam told me he would find me a man, and that this time he would be there, watching me.

It takes half an hour by car to reach the huge villa on the outskirts of the city. The luxury cars parked outside make this a place normally not accessible to people like us.

What are we doing, here?

A man leads us to a changing room where I put the finishing touches to my makeup. I’m wet. Liam has spent most of the traveling with a hand between my legs, teasing and caressing my sex. I had to restrain myself from masturbating.

We walk through a corridor until we reach a closed door. I can hear excited commotion on the other side, for some time. Then silence, before a man opens the door and guides me and Liam in.

There’s a little crowd. Twelve men, to be exact, of every race and age. And they all cheer for me while I walk to take a seat on a black leather sofa in front of them. Liam sits by my side.

“Show us your goods!”

“I want your pussy!”

“Will you cry when I ram my cock in your ass?”

“Look at those tits!”

I know I should feel objectified by those comments but… given the context, I am flattered, instead. Now I understand: I’m here to be exposed and used. Hubby has found the perfect place to make me happy.

The first bidding is for a kiss.

The crowd laughs loudly when an older man buys it for fifty bucks. He comes to the sofa and takes my lips right away, shoving his old, rough tongue into my mouth and playing with mine for a good minute.

A dirty old man… not really what I was expecting. Not that it matters much: the situation has made me so wet and horny, that I would let even such a man use me.

Then it’s the turn of my tits. Hubby pulls down my bra, then gropes and fondles my breasts in front of the men. I can’t restrain a loud moan when he caresses my hard nipples, and new naughty comments raise from the crowd.

A man buys my boobs for three hundred dollars.

Three hundred dollars for five minutes with them at his disposal.

Am I really worth this much?

I smile when he comes to sit by my side. He touches and kisses them, sucking on my nipples and making me quiver in pleasure… then does the unexpected: he stands up and pulls down his trousers. In a second, his hard cock is fucking my cleavage. Up and down, up and down…

“Squeeze that rack harder,” he commands me. “Rub your nipples on my cockhead,” he continues.

The crowd is in delirium. Laughs and cheers incite the man to tit-fuck me harder, while I squeeze my breasts together on that hard cock.

The smell of this man’s dick is intoxicating me so much, I almost lower my head to take it into my mouth.

Hubby must notice the lust in my eyes as I lick my lips looking at the man’s meat.

“No way,” he says. “They must pay for that.”

The man soon cums, squirting his warm cum on the hollow of my neck. The other spectators are calling me the worst names.

A dirty slut, a horny bitch, a nymphomaniac MILF…

Well, I’m all of that, tonight. For me and my hubby.

Barely the time to clean myself, and comes the moment for the main dish: my pussy.

Hubby makes me spread my legs and lips for the men. They come closer, one by one, looking at my sex, dipping their fingers inside it, making obscene comments about my taste.

This exciting embarrassment I feel, is something new. I’ve never felt so exposed like now.

The men are even making fun of my juices drooling on the sofa… I can’t hide how turned on I am, anymore.

Eight hundred dollars is the price a black man bids for my pussy.

By the time he wins the auction, I am dying with anticipation.

Liam seems to enjoy all of this as much as I do. He doesn’t stop grinning as if the only thing he has ever desired is a slutwife being used by a bunch of horny men in front of him. Considering the hardness I notice in his trousers, I’m not far from the truth.

The black man sits on the sofa.

“Fucking ride me,” he orders.

Hell, yeah! There’s nothing I want more, now, than a cock inside me.

I roll over him and impale myself on his fantastic black rod, regardless of the pain I feel when it suddenly stretches my insides.

Such a big cock. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything this size inside me.

But this man has paid eight hundred dollars to use my cunt. Who am I to stop, only because of a little pain?

I ride the man for a couple of minutes. I’m doing my job well — squeezing my cunt around his cock — but it seems he is all but close to cumming.

“Your time is running out,” hubby warns him.

“No fucking way. I paid for this pussy, I’m not moving till I cum.”

“Well, make him cum… hurry up,” Liam encourages me.

What the fuck… as if I wasn’t already doing my best.

“I’m… I’m trying…” I pant to my hubby.

To be honest, I am not that sorry I have to continue. Since I got used to the thick meat inside me, I’ve been in a state of constant quasi-orgasm. My pussy is twitching on this man’s dick every thrust of it inside me. I am in heaven, and I feel I could cum soon, too, if I could ride this cock for a couple of minutes more…

“Please, come… fill my pussy…” I try to incite him.

“Not enough,” he says, relentlessly thrusting his cock into me so hard, I think I’m going to split apart.

A sudden idea. I stop. I turn around. After all, he didn’t specify the direction I should ride him. Why not try backwards?

I look at the crowd, now. Eleven men in front of me, watching my efforts to make a man cum inside my cunt. I smile at them, teasing them with lusty glares, making them wish they’d bid more. It’s both hilarious and incredibly exciting.

“Fuck him well.”

“You love big cocks, slut?”

“Suck your nipples.”

They chant this and other obscenities… which have the sole effect of making me hornier.

His cock is ripping my cunt… and yet I want more, and more.

Finally, the man groans.

“Fucking tight pussy… fuck… now we’re talking…”

Soon afterwards, he grabs my hips, pulls me all the way down on his cock — making me quiver in pain — and spurts a river of cum inside my womb.

He finally announces he’s done with a slap on my ass.

I wobble when I stand up, and cum drips out of my pussy, all over the floor.

I collapse on the sofa, again. My cunt is burning, but I don’t care. I need to cum. I spread my legs and — looking at the men in front of me — I rub my clit, finger-fuck my pussy, caress and tease my lips…

My body shakes and trembles… just a little touch, just a last flick of a finger on my clit… and I explode.

I’m not even moaning. I’m screaming, now, pushing my fingers deep into my creampied pussy. As I cum, everything feels so distant. I can barely register the voices of the men around me. But I know they are there, I know they’re looking at me… and that’s enough.

I open my eyes only when Liam grabs my hand and guides me out of the room.

The men must have loved my little extra show. The cheers and claps behind me don’t stop, and someone is already asking me to come back.

Fuck, I will.

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