I pulled into the garage and sat in my car, my head filled with scenes of what I had just let happen to me at the mall cinema. I couldn’t say I was nervous as I was petrified of Paul’s reaction when I tell him what I had just done. Now I was home and away from Tina; I felt riddled with guilt.
How could I let myself get so turned on I would let a complete stranger bring me to orgasm with his fingers? Or to then be so utterly consumed by lust I would beg to suck his big black cock and take his thick load down my throat? I was a slut; I was a cheating whore. Oh God, I thought, bursting into tears and crying my eyes out.
I must have sat in the car crying for forty minutes, unable to justify my actions. I wiped my tears, checked my face in the rearview, applied a little powder to conceal I had been crying, brushed my tussled hair, and got out of the car ready for whatever I was about to face.
Ok, Fanny, time for your big girl pants; march in there, sit Paul down and just tell him you’re a cheating fucking slut, and ready to accept the consequences.
I opened the door from the kitchen to the garage and headed in. Looking around, I couldn’t see Paul anywhere.
“Paul, where are you? We need to talk about something,” I yelled but didn’t get a response.
As I headed to check Paul’s office, computer room, I turned the door handle and opened the door only to be stopped dead in my tracks. Paul’s job is coding, and he mainly worked from home, so he has the biggest computer screen you can buy and currently displayed on that super big screen was something I never thought I would ever see in my home.
I watched as my husband jerked on his cock, his back was to me, but the rapid movement of his arm told me what was going on. A young brunette girl with big tits similar to myself was on the screen. She was on her hands and knees, and she had a huge black cock in her mouth and another even bigger one stretching her pussy as it rammed in and out of her, so hard it looked painful to me. But even more surprising was sitting in a chair off to the side of the hotel room queen bed, was a white guy supposedly her husband watching her being spit-roasted by the two athletic black guys and jerking off.
I put my hand over my mouth as I gasped aloud, but when Paul didn’t turn around, I realised there was no sound and figured he had his headphones on. In a box at the bottom right corner of the screen was the words ‘Big Black Cock Cuckold Fantasies.’
Holy shit, Tina was right. Paul did watch Cuckold porn and not only watching Cuckold porn but black Cuckold porn. Or did seeing me last night at the bar trigger Paul’s fantasy to see me with other men? I was genuinely shocked I really had been living under a rock, I thought.
Just then, on the screen, the guy fucking the girl slammed into her one more time. It showed his balls contracting his perineum twitching before he slowly pulled his slimy wet cock out of her, and a massive river of white cum poured out of her stretched open pussy, onto the bed between her legs. At the same time, I saw a jet of cum shoot out from Paul’s office chair and hit the computer screen. Jesus Christ, I had never seen Paul shoot a load the far before. Fuck me; he really like seeing all that black guy’s cum pour out of that girl’s stretched pussy, I thought.
I backed out of the room and closed the door, and headed back out to the garage. I got back in my car and called Tina.
“Tina, Oh my God, I just caught Paul jerking off to Cuckold porn. You were right, he knew what it was, and he clearly loves it,” I said.
“See, I told you, honey, all men fantasise about seeing their beautiful wife with another man at some stage in their life. It usually comes around Paul’s age. Sex gets routine, and fantasies are a way to spice things up. I bet he would actually love to watch you fuck someone else for real and turn his fantasy into a reality,” she said, sounding pleased she was right.
“I don’t know what to say; I’m actually a little annoyed he would rather jerk off to some slut being fucked in a porn than have sex with me. I don’t think our sex life is routine; we still have sex at least four times a week. It’s not like he isn’t being taken care of in that department,” I said, beginning to feel annoyed at what I had just seen.
“Oh, Fanny, you are a complicated soul. Men think differently than women. Sex with the same woman four times a week for eighteen years is not only routine, but it’s boring as hell. When you ate my pussy today, what were you thinking? Because earlier in the pool, you were adamant you would never be with a woman, but you were so consumed by lust in that moment you just did it without thinking about it. Men do things because they are either driven by pure lust like you were or because they are bored and need a change. They like the excitement of something or someone different,”
“Do you think Paul is bored with me? And is watching porn and relieving himself for something different?” I asked, not feeling any better.
“Fanny, it’s perfectly natural for men to watch porn and jerk off. I would be worried if he wasn’t doing that. The problem I see is you are annoyed that he is jerking off to porn. But don’t seem too concerned that you sucked a black cock today and let it explode down your throat, and you swallowed every drop. Plus, you then ate out your first pussy. Honey, I think that might be a little worse than jerking off to porn!” Tina said, suddenly making me feel like absolute shit again.
“Oh fuck I’m a whore. I’m the worst wife in the world,” I said, tears starting to roll down my cheeks again.
“Honey, are you calling me a whore? Because I was the one that instigated it all, and I’m the one that fucked him,” she said, laughing.
“No, of course not. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just feel like shit right now; I know I have hurt Paul so much,” I replied.
“Just how did you hurt Paul? It sounds like Paul would be totally into you fucking another man to me. I’m pretty sure you can use this situation to your advantage and fulfil Paul’s fantasy’s at the same time. Ok, this is what you do; tonight, when you have your talk about last night, say it in a way that makes it sound like you are teasing him while you play with his cock,” Tina said.
“I’m not sure I follow you, Tina,” I said.
“Ok, grab his cock and suck it a little bit, then start stroking it and say something like your wife was very naughty last night. All those horny men were ogling your sexy, hotwife. They all wanted to touch my big tits and squeeze my arse. I bet they wanted to slide their fingers into my dripping wet pussy as well. Oh, it was so wild, Paul. I was so horny that my panties were dripping wet, imagining what they all wanted to do to Tina and me? Start sucking his cock again, and then ask him if it turns him on knowing fifty or more filthy men wanted to fuck his sexy wife last night? Now really start stroking his cock, and say, God, I almost came on the spot when Tina took my bra off, and I let those horny men suck my hard throbbing nipples, you know how I get when you suck and twist my nipples?” She said before going on to say.
“You will have him on the verge of exploding now he will be so turned on. You can start to tell him about today in a way; it sounds like you might have done it. But leave him guessing; make it fantasy talk. Unless he asks, you will know how he will react by now. But if he does ask, be honest; don’t lie; being on the verge of orgasm will soften the blow a little, but lying will destroy your marriage; you have to own it. Trust me, he is totally into it.
“Tina, you are so devious. My Goodness, you have made my pussy dripping wet again just hearing you talk about it. Shit, you are a bad influence on me. But I will do it just like you told me to, wish me luck. I have given him enough time to clean up his sticky mess. Talk tomorrow gorgeous, love you,” I said.
“I love you too Fanny, let me know how it goes, and if it goes bad, you know where I am.” She said, laughing.
Ok, so I had a plan in my head now to go talk to Paul. I went back inside yelling out, so he knew I was home. Hopefully, he didn’t still have the headphone on.
“Hi, baby, I’m home. Where are you?”
“Oh hi, sweetie, how did your day go shopping with Tina? Did you stay out of trouble?” Paul said, walking out of the hallway into the kitchen.
Oh damn, I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that.
“Hi baby, I missed you today. I think you may have liked shopping today. Tina and I tried on so much sexy lingerie, and I bought a super sexy bikini. It was so much fun with Tina. But she was very naughty sharing my change room all the time, she just loves to be naked, and several times she opened the change room curtain while we were naked showing our tits and butts to serval husbands lucky enough to be waiting for their wives,”
“Wow, that does sound like fun. Sorry I missed that shopping trip maybe I can come next time. I would like to watch the expressions on the other husband’s faces when they see you two together naked,” Paul said, as if it would turn him on watching me flash other men.
“Oh, so you like the idea of other husbands seeing your wife’s titties and arse today, huh, you sure you just don’t want to see Tina naked?” Is said playfully as I hugged him tightly.
“That sounds like entrapment to me. You can’t ask me a loaded question like that. I sound like a terrible husband no matter how I answer that question,” Paul said, grabbing my naked arse through my dress.
“Absolutely not. I want an honest answer. Do you mind that other men have seen me naked or topless at least? And I’m talking about last night now, which I’m sorry about, by the way. I drank way too much. Are you angry? I don’t know how much you actually saw before the bouncer broke up the party. That damn tequila just made my clothes fall off,” I said, laughing.
“No, I’m not angry at all! The complete opposite, actually. I arrived as Tina removed your bra, I had never seen shots done like that before, and strangely I felt quite proud of you standing up there with all those men looking at you lusting after you just in your thong. You are the sexiest woman on the planet. I was happy to see you finally cut loose for a change. But I was shocked when you lent over and let them lick and suck your tits and nipples,”
I grabbed Paul’s cock, and it was already rock hard in his shorts.
“So you were shocked in a good way or a bad way? By the feel of this big thing, it turned you on seeing other men sucking my hard nipples just like they are right now supper hard begging to be sucked,” I said as I stood back and pulled the top of my dress down as I had in the cinema today to show Paul exactly how hard my nipples were.
My nipples were like bullets; they were so hard, and my pussy was gushing as we talked about last night, and I remember how good it felt having my nipples sucked by complete strangers. I stepped out of my dress and stood naked in front of Paul. I reached up and undone his shorts and pulled them down; his big dick sprung free.
“Mmmm, God, I love this big cock, baby,” I said, bending over and licking the big droplet of precum dripping from the end. It tasted so sweet.
I grabbed Paul’s cock with both hands and slid them up and down his throbbing shaft as I licked and tongued the tip and underside of the head of his beautiful monster. Paul put his hand on top of my head and groaned as I expertly licked and sucked the bulbous purple head of his gorgeous cock.
“Tell me, baby, tell me how much you loved seeing me up on that table last night in just my panties which were dripping wet. I just wanted one of those horny men to slide his fingers inside my panties and finger fuck me as he sucked and bit my hard nipples. I can’t tell you how close I was cumming when I saw you there watching those filthy men touching me, kissing me, sucking my nipples. Oh, baby, I’m so fucking horny right now. Tell me how much you wanted them to strip Tina and me naked ripping our panties off and then all taking turns fucking us both right there in the bar,”
The dirty thought of it was too much for me. I needed his thick cock in me now. I turned around, putting my hands to the breakfast bar.
“Fuck me, fuck now, I need your cock in me and don’t be gentle. You fuck your wife like she is nothing more than a common cum slut. Use my pussy; baby, tear my cunt up,” I growled at him needing to be fucked violently and hard for a change.
Paul grabbed me roughly by the hips and shoved his cock forcefully into me. It was exactly how I needed it. I needed him to reclaim me. He needed to know his whore wife still belonged to him.
“Oooooh fuuuuck, yeeees fuck me like the whore wife I am,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
‘Ding, Dong” “Ding, Dong”
“Oh, fuck is that the front doorbell? Fuck no, not now, you mother fuckers,” I said, almost screaming it.
“Oh shit, that will be the pizza guy. I completely forgot I ordered pizza for dinner. I didn’t know if you would feel like cooking when you got home,” Paul said, pulling his cock out of my throbbing and very close to climaxing pussy.
“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me! Talk about shit timing. I was so close, fuck!” I said, pissed off.
Paul was trying to pull his shorts on, but his blood-engorged and very wet cock wouldn’t play the game, and he was struggling to get them on.
“I’ll get it, babe,” I said, bending to pick up my dress to slip it back on.
“I dare you to answer the door naked!” Paul just blurted out, shocking the shit out of himself and me, I think.
“Ding, Dong” “Ding, Dong”
I looked at Paul and decided to call his bluff. Maybe this new naughty me and dirty talk were turning him on. Tina was right; my husband wanted me to be a hotwife. With a wicked smile, I dropped my dress back on the floor, grabbed my purse, took out a five-dollar note for a tip, as Paul would have paid by credit card already, and strutted to the front door.
Standing in front of the door, I took hold of the knob, took a deep breath and pulled it open. The look on the young guy’s face was priceless. But I quickly had to put out my hands as he was going to drop the pizza. I took the pizza from him, then turned while bending at the waist. I put the pizza on the ground, knowing he had a perfect view of my very wet, very swollen labia as it poked out from between my closed legs. I knew my pussy was dripping wet because I could feel my cunt juices running down my inner thighs. Straightening back up, I handed him the five-dollar tip before I took the Diet Coke and the garlic bread from him.
He just stood there stunned like a deer in the headlights.
“Are you ok? You look a little pale. Have you never seen a woman naked before?” I asked, smiling a cheeky smile at him.
“Not one as beautiful as you,” he stammered, struggling to speak.
“Oh, that’s very sweet of you, but I’m old enough to be your momma. I think lots of girls your age are much sexier than me,” I said before a wicked thought flashed through my mind. Tina was defiantly corrupting me.
“You can touch them if you want; it will be our secret,” I said, opening my arms still holding the bottle of coke and garlic bread.
The young delivery driver stepped forward and put both his hands on my tits, and squeezed them before pinching both nipples. I looked down, and his cock was trying to burst out of his pant; backing away, he thanked me.
“You’re very welcome young man, but if you will excuse me, I need to get back so my husband can finish fucking me,” I said, closing the door with my foot.
I put the coke and garlic bread on the floor next to the pizza, and ran back into the kitchen, and jumped into Paul’s arms.
“Jesus Christ, Fanny, I can’t believe you just did that, and then let that kid feel your tits. Holy shit, you are such a naughty girl lately,” he said, reaching under himself and pushing his hard cock up into my dripping cunt.
One thing free climbers have is incredible upper body strength, and Paul being six foot tall and muscular, had no issues holding me up and thrusting his big cock into me simultaneously. With my legs over his arms and around his back, he started bouncing me up and down on his cock. My cunt was so wet now I could feel it dripping from my swollen lips running around his shaft and dripping on the hardwood floors.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. You need to punish me. I was a very naughty wife at the mall today. I hope you’re not mad with me, but your hot wife sucked another man’s cock, and I let him cum down my throat. But it wasn’t just any old cock. It was a young ten-inch black cock,” I growled into Paul’s ear as he pile drove into me, slamming me up and down on his big cock.
“Oooooh fuck, you did what? Oooh, fuuuuck yessss, tell me that’s truuuue, ooooh fuuuuck yessss. I love you so damn much, ooooh Goood,” Paul screamed as he slammed me down on his cock one more time, filling my cunt with his beautiful creamy cum. This set of a chain reaction, feeling his cum shooting hard into me, caused my own orgasm to hit hard. I bit down on Paul’s shoulder as I screamed out. My arse and legs trembling in Paul’s arms, my cum gushing out around his cock buried deep inside me.
Paul walked us both over to the lounge and flopped down on it. His cock was still hard and still inside me. As my orgasm subsided, I lifted my head and looked into Paul’s eyes, trying to determine if he was pissed off with what I had said during his orgasm. But all I could see in his eyes were the flames of pure sexual lust and desire.
He kissed me madly, our tongues fighting each other. He rolled me over on the lounge, his hard cock slipping out. Then He got on his knees between my legs, pushing my legs hard against my firm tits. Then he shoved his face into my stretched leaking cunt and began devouring my clit and pussy lips before he pushed his tongue deep into me, scooping out our combined juices.
This shocked me for two reasons: One, Paul had never gone down on me after he had cum in me. And fuck he had cum in me a lot, so I knew my cunt was going to be a sloppy wet mess, and secondly, I had never seen him so aggressive and dominant during our lovemaking, but this was hardly making love. This was pure, raw, unadulterated fucking. And God, I loved it! There may be something in this hotwife thing. I thought as my next orgasm hit me, and I screamed out, wailing like a two-dollar whore on a 100 dollar trick.
I screamed my way through another amazing and violent orgasm on Paul’s wonderful mouth. Standing up, he flipped me over like a rag doll, dragging me up onto my knees. He pushed me forward, so I was on my knees, leaning over the back of the lounge. Then rammed his beautiful cock into me with furious anger. It bottomed out in me something that it hasn’t done often. It depends on the position I’m in, but it hurt a little, and I cried out.
Paul didn’t break a stroke as he slammed his cock into me repeatedly, and I realised he was doing exactly what I told him to do. I was being used like a cum dump whore. Paul was taking his pent up frustrations out on me, not that I’m complaining. It was the hottest sex we have ever had. And I was at the crescendo of another fantastic orgasm.
As I began to scream my way through, God only knows how many orgasms today, Paul grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it so hard that it hurt and fucked my cunt like he was holding onto the mane of a wild mare, fucking me brutally hard. Then he did something else he had never done before. He started calling me vulgar names.
“You fucking love it, don’t you slut? You would love to have another mans cock ploughing up your married cunt; you’re nothing but a filthy married whore for other men to dump their cum in. Ooooh, fuuuuck your cunt is soooo fucking dirty, you fucking whore ooooh fuuuuck Yeeeah,” Paul screamed out loud as he unloaded another river of cum deep in my stretched and badly beaten cunt.
Exhausted, Paul’s cock slipped from my cunt, and a stream of milky white cum poured out of it, just like it had in the porn he had been watching earlier. Paul Ffopped down on the lounge next to me out of breath. I lay across the back of the lounge while the cum continued to pour out of me.
After a long time, I slid down onto the lounge next to Paul, careful not to sit in all our cum.
“I guess I deserved that,” I said, assuming that was a punishment fuck and he had just taken his anger out on me.
Paul looked at me. I could still see the hungry desire in his eyes, but it was definitely just a smoulder now, but I could tell he wasn’t done, and I was still up for more. Paul stood up, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out onto the patio. He picked me up and threw me in the pool. As I surfaced, I was just about to blast him as the water was cold as hell. But he jumped in next to me, almost drowning me again.
“What the fuck, Paul? Why did you do that?” I screamed at him, caught off guard.
“Because we need to cool off a bit if I didn’t cool down, I was going to fuck you again, and this time I wouldn’t be held responsible for the things I did or said. Was it true what you said earlier? Did you really suck a big black cock today?” he asked me.
I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, sliding down onto his beautiful dick.
“Yes, yes, I did. I’m sorry, babe, I truly am, but when I saw Tina sucking that big black cock … and then when he ate her out right in front of me, I lost complete control and pulled my dress down and began to play with my tits. When he watched me while I played with my tits, I just had to touch myself. Then he started fucking Tina’s pretty pussy with that big cock. I couldn’t believe it would even fit inside her. I needed to see, so I stood next to them to see for myself. That’s when he pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt. My legs instinctively opened for him to give him better access. I came instantly all over his fat long fingers and hand. Then when he started sucking my nipples, I lost it with lust,” I said, almost delirious with desire relieving it all over again.
“Did his fingers feel good inside your pussy, baby? Did they fill you up? I bet you wished it was his big hard cock, didn’t you? My slutty little hotwife,” Paul whispered in my ear.
“Oh fuck yes, baby, I was jealous it was Tina that was getting his huge black cock. I so desperately wanted him inside me. I wanted his black cock to stretch my little cunt open baby. Ooooh fuuuck, oooh mmmmy goooood,” I screamed as I came again on Paul’s cock as I squeezed him tight with my legs.
“When you couldn’t have his cock inside your cunt, you sucked that big black cock, didn’t you. You took it down your throat like the fucking whore wife you are, didn’t you? You let him throat fuck you until he blew his load down your throat, filling your stomach with his black baby making cream,” Paul growled in my ear.
Releasing my legs from Paul, I climbed off his cock. I was exhausted, plus my pussy was getting sore the pool water not helping. And I was starving.
“Come on, honey, let’s get some food. I’ll heat the pizza and garlic bread up; you get us a couple of wines. We can finish this later,” I said, moving towards the pool steps.
Paul grabbed me and pulled me back into him, kissing me passionately.
“I love you, Fanny. I hope you never forget that,” Paul said.
“I wasn’t sure if you still would after what I have done in the last two days, but I love you more than anything, babe,” I said.
“Just so you know, I don’t think you are any of those things I called you. I was just so damn horny and turned on by you telling me your naughty mall story. I got carried away in the moment,” Paul said, still sounding like he wasn’t sure as if I had done the things as said or not.
