Giving Myself to Another Man While My Husband Watches

My debauchery with the man my husband chose to fuck me.

“What would her husband say, if he knew?” I imagined people saying. “Hell, not only does he know, but he’s the one begging me to do it.”

Jim, my husband, said he wanted to try something new and hinted that he wanted to watch me have sex with another man.

Jim and his co-worker Tom became good friends and it was only after we had gotten drunk with red wine, that I gave in. They had been so excited when their convincing had worked. Although secretly, I had been wet since they first brought up the idea. I remember how excited my husband became after that.

I felt so excited, knowing that another man, other than my husband, would soon ravage me. I was still considering that until now, despite our discussions, it had never seemed like it could actually happen.

I had thought carefully about what to wear and considered various outfits, but Jim had given me a very sexy one-piece lace bodysuit to wear, combined with black stilettos. The thin lacy material of the top hardly covered my nipples much less anything more. It covered even less as I become more and more aroused.

My nipples were so hard they ached and the tiny front triangle stretched tight over my pussy leaving my clit prominently visible and showing every detail of my cleft for anyone to see. The string that was the back fit deliciously between my cheeks and now was almost invisible with it pulling snuggly against my rosebud.

My brain told me that I should be embarrassed, that I looked like a slut. If all the people who knew me as a perfect mother only knew that, I had a secret: deep inside me, I wanted to be fucked by men and women, and as often as possible.

“Maybe being a slut isn’t a bad thing,” I laughed to myself.

I longed to have my pussy eaten by someone who would enjoy making me orgasm, to have someone explore every inch of my body. The idea of Tom being that person was an incredible thrill and I was dreamily lost in thinking about that for several minutes.

My phone buzzed, drawing me back to the present. “We’re waiting for you!” my husband texted. My mouth was dry; my hands shook, my nipples engorged and my pussy soaked.

I did however have to add one more thing. I’ve started to experiment with toys to arouse me and to help stimulate my sex life with my husband and I especially got hooked on anal toys, butt plugs in particular. I applied some lube in and around my asshole and pushed the plug up slowly and gently, wincing at the subtle jolts of pain and pleasure as I forced the plug further up inside me.

Once I was confident that it was all the way in and secure, I had to force my hands to stop shaking, my time to change my mind was rapidly disappearing as my legs walked me out of the bedroom and into the living room where Jim and Tom had been waiting.

‘There’s no way out now is there?’ I was thinking as I stood in the doorway, feeling exposed and I glanced at my husband and Tom who had a huge grin on his face.

“Denise, you look amazing. Even more beautiful than I could imagine,” Tom broke the spell.

He was about forty-five, tall and muscular, and his perfume was intoxicating. He smiled at me and got up, standing in front of me. I went closer to him, moving my lips an inch from his as he proceeded to give me a few soft kisses. The kisses started to get longer and harder as our tongues wrestled.

His hands cupped my meaty ass cheeks, squeezing them hard and then his fingers continued between my cheeks when he felt the butt plug.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

“Yeah, just for you,” I cut him off and we both smiled as he pushed the plug deeper into my hole.

I moaned as he continued to bury his lips into mine and my wet pussy started to leak. He took the straps of my bodysuit off and exposed my hard, pointy nipples. It was when I felt his hand on my breast that I knew so clearly I was about to be fucked in front of my husband.

I glanced at my husband, who looked into my eyes and nodded as Tom cupped each of my breasts.

“Oh Denise, you naughty, naughty woman,” he muttered, his cock against my leg feeling as if it was so hard that it would explode.

Tom moved one hand behind my back, started caressing and gripping every inch of my ass, then pulled the string from between my ass cheeks. I squirmed as his fingers slipped down the path between my cheeks, rimming the outer ring of my rosebud, around the plug in my ass. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as Tom pushed me to higher and higher levels of arousal.

“On your knees,” he commanded. “I want to see this legendary pussy that I’ve heard so much about.”

I obeyed him like a good slut and dropped on all fours, with my ass facing my husband. He came on top of me, facing my husband, and spread my butt cheeks, as if he would show him what he was missing on, and then put his mouth on my pussy. He licked me, moving his tongue up and down and sliding it inside. He would occasionally lick around the plug, pushing it in with his chin.

He slowly removed the butt plug from my ass and he started kissing it as his fingers finally explored my pussy. I moaned and twisted in pleasure as his fingers and tongue penetrated my body over.

“Fuck my pussy, lick my ass,” I begged Tom in a voice that did not even sound like my own.

I felt like someone turned on every single nerve in my body. Intense pleasure was flooding my body as he continued to push his tongue in my ass and finger my pleasure hole.

Suddenly Tom stopped, lifted me, and guided me to the couch, next to Jim. He got on his knees and pulled me closer to the edge as he spread my legs and put his mouth on my pussy.

Tom was gnawing at my pussy lips and biting my clit, driving me wild and I reached for my husband’s hand, holding it tightly as Tom buried his face into my pussy, licking my holes. I was going crazy, screaming in anguish as he rocked my world with his tongue. My hips were bucking up and down, grinding on his face, and with one final lick of my clit I bucked wildly and began to scream.

As I twisted and shook, Tom focused more and pushed me further, I screamed again as my fingers left deep, red furrows in Jim’s hand as I orgasmed.

Tom sat up with his face smeared with my juices and took his clothes off.

“Jim, you sure have one hot wife,” he said sitting up, his face smeared with my juices, and looked at my husband, tightly holding me with one hand and another one in his pants, rubbing his erect cock.

“Guys, wait,” I muttered.

“What happened? is everything ok?” Jim asked genuinely concerned that something had upset me.

I smiled and touched his face lightly with my fingertips.

“I think it’s time we went to the bedroom, don’t you?” I said standing up and taking Tom’s hand. “Coming darling?” I added over my shoulder, to my husband.

With their eyes on me, I accentuated the already interesting wiggle that was always a feature of my walk. They both saw my rounded cheeks swaying from side to side and up and down, and we got to the bedroom with the wonderfully spacious King-sized bed that I stood beside.

“Shall we?” I asked smiling and pushed Tom onto the bed while Jim sat on the chair, watching us.

I ran my mouth down the length of his cock, feeling the veins throb from my attention, cupping his heavy balls and moving along his smooth skin. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking and slurping, licking every area with my tongue, giving it the love and attention it needed. His cock was long, hard and thick, and much bigger than my husband’s and I could feel it pulsing every time I took it deep in my throat.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned.

I cupped his overflowing balls in my hand and put them in my mouth, sucking and rinsing each testicle, one at a time, slowly, carefully, and methodically. This drove him crazy as he held my head and pulled me closer to his balls.

He grabbed me by my ponytail and directed me on top of him. I straddled his body and I reached down, holding his hard cock in my hand, at the entrance to my now puffy and tender pussy. Tom kissed me, his tongue penetrating deep into my mouth as his cock began to enter me, stretching me more than I had ever been before. Nothing else existed at this moment in time other than us.

“Fuck me hard, big boy,” I said in a voice I barely recognized as my own.

Tom lightly bit my lip and I felt his hips thrust harder; I screamed as he shoved all the way inside me, feeling his balls slap up against my body. The ferocity and intensity felt awesome; he pistoned in and out of me at a feverous pace, the sound of his balls slapping against me sounding like someone clapping.

He was just like a machine, and sweat covered us both as the friction inside me was making us both groan and whimper as the excitement started to build again. He was fucking me so hard that I knew he must be close. I felt Tom shudder and go rigid and I felt the hot rush of his semen flooding deep inside my body as he groaned for several seconds.

He withdrew himself from my pussy then twisted me around, spread my legs, and had my pussy over his face. I felt his cum leak from my aching pussy and he put a finger inside of me, scooping it out, smearing it over my ass cheeks.

“We’re not done yet,” he said and started eating my sloppy pussy; his tongue and face devoured me.

I wasted no time and put his semi-flaccid cock into my mouth, tasting my juices and his cum. My tongue circled the now hardening again tip, moving along the sides, feeling the veins, and the heat, moaning and whimpering, kissing and sucking on his cock.

Tom’s tongue was making my pussy crazy and I felt his finger probing my rosebud, overloading my senses with pleasure. I tried to concentrate on making him come again inside my mouth, but the feeling between my legs was too intense. I felt the orgasm building as I moaned loudly around his cock.

My body started to shiver and shake as my orgasm exploded and I convulsed for what felt like forever, while Tom continued to lick my clit. Just as my orgasm started to recede, his cock shot another load of hot cum, this time into my mouth and straight down my throat. The salty hot liquid overflowed out of my mouth and dripped onto my lips and cheeks as both of us collapsed together, Tom’s face still buried in my very swollen and abused pussy.

Jim joined us in bed, spooning my naked body for a couple of minutes.

“Wow, that was incredible,” he whispered in my ear.

“I hope you’ll join us next time,” I said, running my fingertip lightly over this arm.

We showered separately with Jim joining me in the larger bathroom, watching me as I cleaned myself up of sweat and cum. Looking down at the drying cum and my dilated pussy, I certainly looked like a slut now. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.

“Did you enjoy this as much as I did?” Jim asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “But I want more.”

I kissed him hard, the same way Tom had kissed me, and then I took his hand and pulled him inside the shower.

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