CUCKOLD / WIFE SHARING / SLOPPY SECONDS
My Wife Brought Home Sloppy Seconds from the Night Club
My wife worked at a nightclub as a cocktail waitress for the VIP rooms, but ‘cocktail’ meant something else entirely…
I had the hottest wife a guy could want — slim with short blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, perfect D-cup breasts, and skin so smooth and soft that just touching her was like a little piece of heaven. She was smart, too, and witty, with a dirty sense of humor.
She was 23, and I was 27, and despite the fact that I had a master’s degree in civil engineering, she was the one with the better job.
She was a waitress in the city’s hottest nightclub. And not just a waitress, but a cocktail waitress for the club’s VIP rooms. Being a cocktail waitress for the club’s VIP rooms was less serving cocktails and more servicing cock and giving tail.
I married her knowing exactly what her job involved, maybe because I knew how lucky I was to have a girl like her. Or maybe I didn’t want anyone else beating me to it. I’m pretty sure guys proposed to her all the time, and the guys in those VIP rooms had money. Lots of money. Most Friday and Saturday nights, she came home with $1000 to $2000 in tips. All cash.
When the sound of the garage door reverberated through the walls, I knew she was home. I was sitting on the sofa in our living room, watching the end of some movie, almost having fallen asleep. But I perked up immediately and looked to the door leading to the garage when she came inside.
My wife strolled in and smiled seeing me, running her hand through her short blonde hair. Her red cocktail dress had a loose, plunging neckline, showing off a considerable amount of cleavage, and I knew she didn’t have a bra. She probably didn’t have panties on, either, and the tight, body-hugging dress only went down to her mid-thigh.
“Hi, honey,” she said, dropping her handbag and kicking off her high heels as she made her way toward me. “It’s so sweet of you to stay up for me like this.”
I smiled at her, looking her gorgeous body up and down. I was often asleep when she got home, usually between 2:30 and 3:00 a.m. But on weekends I tried to stay up, to see her when she got in. I can’t explain it, but knowing she was home having sucked and fucked so many random strangers really turned me on. Maybe it was the competitive factor. But whatever the reason, the fact that she returned to me was the creamy icing on that delicious cake.
“Did you have a good night?” I asked, anxious to hear everything.
She licked her lips and her hands moved up to rub her breasts, barely covered by the dress’s scant fabric. “It was a really busy night tonight, and one of the girls had called in sick.” She slid her hands down her dress and moved closer to me. “I had to serve five different rooms… Three with private clients wanting some one-on-one time, and the other two were hosting parties — businessmen, from out of the country. A few other waitresses helped me with those.”
She hiked up the bottom of her dress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. My eyes were drawn to the sweet valley between her legs, and I smiled, seeing the wetness there. Ever since STDs had been wiped out thanks to new vaccines and universal antivirals, no one bothered with condoms anymore.
“Do you want to know how much I made in tips?” she asked.
I blinked. “Hmmm?”
She bent toward me, then reached down to unbuckle my belt. “$2600, most of it from the two parties.” She opened my jeans and I sat up, letting her pull my pants off. My cock strained against my briefs, and she ran her hand over the bulge, squeezing as she felt my arousal. “Only $800 of what I got came from the one-on-ones. One guy only tipped me $100, and I had even let him cum in my pussy.”
I breathed out slowly, the warming tingles already running through me. “Wow, what an ass.”
She peeled my briefs down, then grinned when my cock sprang out, fully erect and ready for her. I leaned back on the sofa pillow, and she pulled my jeans and underwear off before tossing them aside. Then she threw her left leg over my thighs, straddling my hips.
“Well, one guy did cum in my ass, but he tipped me $300.” My wife moved her hips back and forth, her wet pussy lips brushing the tip of my cock. “And the other one-on-one VIP fucked me for nearly ten minutes straight, but he wanted to finish in my mouth.”
“What about the parties?” I asked.
“Mmmm…” she hummed, smiling. “They were basically orgies, with me and two other girls taking turn servicing the men. I got two more loads in my pussy, another in my ass, and I gave three other guys a blowjob.”
That was a busier than normal night for her. “You must be exhausted.”
She draped her arms over my shoulders, then moved her face closer and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine, and her tongue darted into my mouth. The taste of alcohol was strong, but underneath I tasted her — perfect and delicious.
“I am,” my wife said softly, pulling back from the kiss. “But there’s only one way I want to end the night.”
She sank down and I closed my eyes, feeling the warm wetness of her silky interior engulf my rigid shaft. She lifted, then sank down again, my hard cock stiffening inside her.
“Oh, God… You’re so wet…” I moaned, the pleasure coursing through me in tingling waves.
“The last party ran right up to closing,” she explained, her body moving faster. The wet sound of the lubricating fluids popped and slurped as she fucked my cock. “I didn’t have time to clean up, so all that cum is still inside me… Sloppy seconds, just for you.”
She reached her hands down and pulled her cocktail dress all the way off, freeing her breast and revealing the rest of her gorgeous body. She was completely naked now, except for her wedding ring. I knew she wore her wedding ring to the club and while she was in a VIP room. The men liked knowing she was married as they fucked her.
“I want you to use me the way those other men used me.” She leaned forward again and kissed me as she continued fucking me, her hips working up and down. “I want you to fuck this nasty snatch, already filled with so much cum.”
She sat up and slid off to the side, dropping onto the sofa cushion next to me. I removed my shirt and stood, glancing down to my hard cock glistening wet and coated in strands of semen. I gave myself a few strokes, working the sloppy mess over my shaft, then I stepped in and lifted her legs to either side of me. I pressed the head of my cock against her slit and push deep into her warm, cream-filled pussy.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, breathing out. “God, that feels so good! Tell me how much you like using this slutty fuck-hole. All the other men love using me… My husband should, too.”
I looked into my wife’s eyes as I pumped my cock in and out of her, holding her legs to either side as I fucked her on the sofa. The warmth and wetness inside her combined her juices and cum from three or four other men. It squished with every thrust, slurping and dripping out around the base of my shaft.
“I love fucking your hot, wet cunt,” I said, talking just as dirty as she. “I love feeling your slutty fuck-hole so full of other men’s spunk. You’re just a cock-sleeve for them, a dirty cum-dumpster where they can pump load after filthy load.”
“Oh, God!” she cried, her body tensing. Her hands gripped my wrists as I pumped my cock in and out of her, and her muscles clenched and unclenched around my shaft. “Oh, yeah, that’s it… Use me like your fuck-toy… Use me like your whore!”
I grunted, thrusting faster. Hot pleasure boiled up in my groin, first a tingling warmth that grew to a sultry blaze, urging me to pump my own load deep into her well-used love-tunnel. A flash of pleasure struck through me, and the muscles of my groin and buttocks clenched.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I grunted, pumping faster. My throbbing cock released four huge loads deep inside her, my semen mixing with her juices and the spunk from all those other men. “Hnnngh!”
She gasped and cried out, and I continued thrusting, my hard shaft slopping in and out of her, wetly.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Keep fucking me!” my wife cried, her body shaking. She bucked her hips against me, grinding her pussy against my groin as I fucked her. Another tremor ran through her, and every muscle in her body seem to clench. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!”
I gave a few more thrusts, then slowed, panting hard to catch my breath as my cock softened inside her. She panted in and out, her sweaty breasts rising and falling. We gazed deep into each other’s eyes, both of us smiling in the warm afterglow of our coupling.
“Do you want to take a shower and come to bed?” I asked.
She stood up from the sofa, then draped her arms over my shoulders and pulled me in for a kiss. The kiss lingered for a minute or more, our tongues passionately exploring one another’s mouths. Then she pulled back and breathed out another long sigh.
“Let’s go to bed right now, just like this,” she replied, taking my hand. “You can clean me out with your tongue, then fuck another load into me. Then we’ll fuck again in the morning, or maybe in the shower.”
I grinned as my wife led me to our bedroom, my heart racing as I thought of going down on her and eating out all that nasty cum.
God, I loved her job!
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