My Husband Turned Me Into a Slut to Impress His New Buddies — Part One
His hands roamed and pulled the back of my suit up into the crack of my ass. I made an effort not to squirm too much as it would just push his cock further into the crack of my ass. But, in reality, I made no effort to stop him. I was loving the feeling and I liked knowing that his big cock was reacting to my body.
Jake and I had been married for almost twenty-three years and our two girls turned eighteen and twenty, and pretty much had their own lives. This left my husband and I with a lot of free time and while I actually enjoyed a lot of quiet time at home, Jake felt the need to address his mid-life crisis.
One day he came home and said he bought a sports car. At first, I was upset but I felt he deserved one. He was a loving husband and had always been good to me, so why not.
Besides buying the car, Jake joined a local group of enthusiasts that would get together and either head to a nearby track or just hang around for coffee or lunch and just talk about cars.
Initially, I thought that it would be a guy thing but after a while, Jake started asking me to go with him to these events. I told him I did not want to interfere with his guy time but he explained that at least half the guys brought their wives or girlfriends along and some women even came with their own cars.
What the hell, I thought. I could at least be there for him and try and have some fun while I’m there. When we arrived, I was pleased to see that out of all the people attending, at least half were women and everyone was extremely friendly and welcoming.
The club had a leader and his name was Bastian, a very charismatic man, in his early fifties but looking much younger. He was well built, bigger than Jake, with a muscular chest, and arms, and it was very obvious that he lived in the gym.
From the way he talked and led everyone, it was clear that he was in control of everything and I felt safe around him. When we went for lunch, he made an effort to sit with Jake and me, introducing us to other couples, and making me feel part of the group. He was a very intelligent and well-educated man so I started to like him.
His wife would often come with Bastian. She was a pretty dark-haired woman about half his size and at least ten years younger than him. She was a pediatrician, outgoing and sweet, and everyone liked her.
As we hung out more, I found out Bastian was a huge flirt, paying attention to all the women in the group. He was friendly with the men but flirted with their wives and even the women in the club. He would make inappropriate jokes and sexual innuendos, but because he was so nice to everyone, people just found it funny.
His wife was asked at some point how she put up with him and she just thought he was funny. All the women around him would laugh at his jokes and blush, seeming to appreciate his attention and I found myself doing the same. I would flirt back, laugh at a sexual innuendo and just tease him.
I enjoyed his company and I admit, sometimes felt left out if he was flirting with someone else and not me. I did notice Bastian flirted with the more attractive ones a bit more. I think I fell into that category.
At forty-five I was in pretty good shape as well. Tall enough to be able to wear high heels and strut at my husband’s arm, natural blonde hair to my shoulders and I hit the gym at least three times a week. I was even proud I could still rock a bikini at the beach from time to time.
My husband really wanted Bastian’s attention. He was excited when he would talk to him, or me, for that matter, and would make an effort to bhang around Bastian or make sure we were sitting near him when eating.
About three months after I’d met Bastian, we were invited to a backyard barbecue party at his house. Jake asked if people from the club were going to be there and was told no, it was another group of friends. My husband was very excited to be going, feeling like we were being included in Bastian’s inner circle as he really craved his attention.
Just two days before the party, my husband asked me if I’d bought a new bathing suit for the party.
“New?” I asked. “What’s wrong with the ones I own?”
“Umm… Nothing,” he said looking a little trapped. “I was told the women at his parties wear more flashy bathing suits. I just want us to fit in.”
I was both annoyed and excited. I was annoyed that Jake wanted to fit in so badly that he wanted me in a more revealing swimsuit but I was excited because, at my age, someone other than my husband would see me in a more revealing swimsuit and I liked the idea of Bastian checking me out.
I went shopping and found a little string bikini that I thought would be perfect. The bottoms tied on both sides and just covered my ass while the front dipped down below my hips. The top would be tied around my neck and in the back.
That night I had the weirdest dream, with me standing in my bikini and Bastian pulling at one of the strings on my hips, with my husband and other people watching. I woke up from it horny, in the middle of the night, and tried to wake Jake. I wanted sex so badly but my husband couldn’t be bothered with this. He didn’t wake up so I slid my hands into my panties and masturbated until I came.
I’d masturbated before, almost once a week so I was used to it. Sex with Jake after more than twenty years of marriage had slipped to just a couple of times a month and, though I loved him, I was not as physically attracted to him as I used to be.
The next morning, as I woke up, I felt guilty. Not because of the fantasy because it was one of my favorites, being watched, with someone else in control, but because it was centered around Bastian. I knew I found him attractive, but I think I was fooling myself as to how attractive. I shrugged it off and went on with my day but I knew it was still in the back of my mind.
The party was in the evening and as we arrived at Bastian’s house, his wife was rushing out the door.
“I got called into the hospital,” she said. “They have an emergency.”
She put her arms around me and stood very close, with her face looking up at me.
“Enjoy the party, honey,” she said and then kissed Jake on the cheek and ran to her car.
We headed through the door and went into the backyard where I saw about seven other people. Bastian, three other guys, and three girls — two of them I met already while hanging out at the Coffee & Cars events.
We were introduced around and Bastian told us these were his closest buddies. He would put his arm around me as he introduced me to the crowd, flirting with me and commenting to my husband about how hot I was. Bastian would wrap his arms around my waist, and hold me tight, pushing against my ass. I was enjoying the attention but also got nervous thinking Jake would feel uncomfortable. I’d look at him but he seemed happy so I started to relax.
“I hope you brought your bathing suit, Tina,” he said after the introductions.
“She did, and it’s a sexy one,” my husband quickly responded.
“Is it?” Bastian looked at Jake.
“Oh yeah, go ahead honey, show him!”
I looked at him in shock. I was about to show off my new bathing suit for Bastian specifically at my husband’s request.
Everyone was looking at me so I just tried to make a show of it. I slowly unbuttoned my shorts, then unzipped them, pushing them slowly over my hips and letting them drop to the deck. I turned around, bent over straight-legged, and picked them up. I could feel the back of the suit creep up my ass cheeks as I bent over and I knew I was giving everyone a great view of my ass.
I picked up the shorts and handed them to my husband, then I crossed my arms in front of me, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it up over my head. I was enjoying this. I could feel myself getting wet and had butterflies in my stomach.
Bastian stepped up to me, took my shirt, and handed it to my husband. He then put his arms around my waist and I felt a cold shiver when his hand touched my bare skin, just above my bikini bottoms.
“Nice, I knew you had a fucking hot body,” he said. “Let’s get you a drink.”
I felt his arm wrap around my waist as he got me a drink and we socialized. As we stood there chatting, his hand played with the strings of my bikini while Jake sat across from us.
We chatted a bit more and Bastian suggested the hot tub. We all started to get in but there wasn’t enough room for all of us. Bastian grabbed my hips and pulled me on his lap, making room for everyone but my husband. If people had moved a little there would have been room for Jake, but they didn’t so he sat on the side. I thought he was left out, but he didn’t seem to mind.
At some point, people started making jokes about my husband being left out but Jake would just laugh. Bastian would say if he had a body as great as mine he could sit on someone’s lap too and Jake laughed along with everyone else.
While everyone was having a good time, Bastian’s hands were under the water, playing with the string of my bikini, slipping his fingers between the string and my skin and then running his hands down my thighs and back up almost to my crotch. As I sat there, I could feel his cock against my ass and I knew right away he was on the big side.
As his hands roamed he’d pull the back of my suit up into the crack of my ass. He made no effort to hide it. I made an effort not to squirm too much as it would just push his cock further into the crack of my ass. But, in reality, I made no effort to stop him. I was loving the feeling and I liked knowing that this big cock was reacting to my body.
“You know, Jake, your wife has a great ass,” Bastian said to my husband, with his hands on my ass.
“I know,” Jake replied.
The whole situation was surreal. I’d been treated like a good wife for so long it was turning me on to be lusted after. I wasn’t drunk but I did have a light buzz on and I wish I could use that as an excuse, but I don’t think it really had any influence.
Bastian repositioned me so my pussy was now rubbing right against his cock. The feeling of his hard member against me, and the vibration of the water, felt amazing. Without even thinking, I closed my eyes and leaned forward a bit so it would hit me better. The bubbles somewhat obscured what happened underwater so I was hoping no one would notice anything.
Jake engaged Bastian in a conversation about cars, torque, and horsepower, and Bastian’s hands fell to my pussy, skilfully pressing against it.
“Cum for me,” he whispered in my ear and resumed his conversation with Jake.
I did. Not a mind-shattering orgasm, but I came. I opened my eyes and realized all these people had just watched me cum. Not only that, my husband was sitting right next to us. I started blushing and I felt hot and flustered.
The party broke up soon after that. Jake and I got in the car. I was angry at myself for acting like a slut and turned on at the same time.
“Did you like it?” Jake asked.
“I don’t know. I felt uncomfortable. I had to stay on his lap while you sat outside and watched, Jake.”
His answer stunned me.
“It was kind of hot to watch you with Bastian,” he replied. Then he turned it around, “Why didn’t you get out and come sit with me?”
I didn’t want to answer, because I knew the answer. I liked it, it turned me on. I think I even wanted more.
Jake and I didn’t talk the rest of the ride home. When we got into bed I lay there for a few minutes.
“He made me cum, Jake!” I cried out, finally breaking the silence.
I was expecting rage. Instead, Jake turned to me and we kissed, ending up having the best sex we’d had in years. Jake asked me all about it as we fucked and the whole time I could feel Bastian’s hands exploring my body and couldn’t stop thinking about the next time I’d meet him.
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