Since I first devoted my allegiance to my husband’s desire to watch me having sex with other men, my desire for more began to dominate me. At first, it was my husband asking me if I would like to have him watch me have sex with another man. Now, it was me who was doing the asking.
During my last appointment with my shrink, he asked me what I thought was the most dominating factor in my life. I told him it was sex, that I loved sex, and that I felt I could not live without it. Day in and day out, sex was popping up in my head. I couldn’t get rid of these thoughts. The thrills of having sex with other men in front of my husband were a weekly occurrence, and yet I craved more.
“I’ve become a cock-loving slut. I can’t resist a cock when it’s in front of me. What should I do?” I asked my shrink.
He said, “Don’t stop doing what you’re doing. It sounds like a fun-filled lifestyle. Hell, I gained a hard-on listening to you.”
I asked my shrink to prove it, and he pulled out his shlong. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock, fully erect and looking right at me.
“You said you can’t resist a cock when it’s in front of you. Let’s see if you can resist mine,” my shrink said and fisted his cock and brought the bulbous head close to my lips.
My heart began to pound, and my temples throbbed as the smell of his cock lingered in my nostrils. I wanted to taste it, but I tried to resist the delicatessen before me. But to no avail. My lips were soon around the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum oozing from his oval meatus.
Cock is so fucking delicious! I swear it is the sweetest meat on the planet. I went hog wild on his cock. I deep throated it, and I jacked him off while I licked and sucked his nuts. My lips tightened around his cock when he said he was going to cum.
“Take it, slut,” he said. He knew I wanted it, and he pumped stream after stream of thick, gooey cum into my hungry mouth. Every shot hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed as fast as he gave it to me. Oh, it was so fucking delicious! I moaned each time I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat.
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My husband, seeing the monster he created, loves it even more because I have become more passionate with other men, and my inhibitions are no longer with me. I have become a shameless slut with a hot fetish for dirty sex. My husband knows this, which is why he invited two of his friends from downtown to our house on Friday night for poker and beer.
My part was playing the host and the ante for my husband’s poker game. They played regular poker while I walked barefooted back and forth from the poker table to the kitchen fridge, serving them beer and free ganders of my tits and ass in the teeny bikini I wore that night.
I might not win first place in a beauty contest, but I have everything that men love, and I know how to work my assets. This story happened recently. I am 37 years old, tall and slender as I was in college. I have black hair, brown eyes, and a pretty face. My friends tell me I have a contagious smile.
When men see me, they want me. I see it in their eyes, and I feel it through their vibes. I love being the object of desire and lust. Male lust is a powerful aphrodisiac, and it pulls on me.
The three men sitting at the table were my husband, Jack, and his two bar friends, Jerry and Greg. I was in the kitchen, hand washing a few glasses, when I heard Greg say, “Hey Jack, where’s the bathroom? I got to take a leak.”
I heard Jack say, “Down the hall, just past the kitchen.”
I continued washing glasses, and suddenly, I felt these large hands reach around my slender waist. And there was this hot breath against my ear, saying, “Hey baby. Your old man is right. You are a hot dish. We’re playing for you right now. I’m gonna win that card game, and then I am going to do all kinds of things to you. And baby, you’re gonna love it.”
His hands when up and caressed my tits as he pushed his hips against mine, pinning me between him and the sink. I turned my head and saw it was Greg. “Why don’t you let me give you a preview,” he said and dropped one of his hands down to my crotch.
I wanted to push him away, but oh my god, his hands felt so good! I don’t remember how I lost my bottoms. But I do remember how Greg continued to tease my tits with one hand and separate the folds of my pussy with his other hand.
“Bend over,” Greg said.
“No, Greg, that would be cheating,” I weakly countered.
“Come on…bend over…we’ll make it quick,” he insisted.
I bent over and heard Greg unzip his pants and felt the quick penetration that followed. My eyes widened, and I lost my breath when his hot, lengthy reptile stretched my vagina to an incredible dimension. My knees weakened, and I came instantly on his first thrust. It shot through me like a bullet. I was amazed by it. I had never orgasmed that fast in my life. Maybe it was because he had his finger in my ass. I’ll remember to tell my husband about it and see if he could produce the same result.
With a loud pop, Greg pulled his monstrous member from my cunt, dripping with juice. I fell on the sink basin, gasping and waiting for Greg to spray his load all over my naked ass. But his firm hand pressed on my back, nailing me against the sink, and sank his cock inside my hot cunt once again. It went in a lot easier this time. Greg began fucking me hard and fast. With a final shove that sent my head banging a pot from the edge of the counter and crashing to the floor, Greg erupted, shooting his hot load deep inside my cunt. My body shook out of control as a second orgasm left me dizzy.
I heard Jack’s voice from the next room, “Susan, what’s happening in there? We need more beer.”
It took a second to regain my senses. “Nothing, honey. I’ll bring more beer,” I called out.
Greg kept wanting to hold on to me. I had to push him away so I could get my bottoms back on and grab more beer.
I brought more beer, and the guys played more hands. I had no idea what the hell they were playing. Then it came to the final hand, the hand where the winner got his prize…me. My husband, the wonderful pervert that he is, suggested that I get naked and stand in front of the table to make it all more interesting.
I shed my bikini and stood before the three men, gently rolling my hips, slowly running my hands up and down my sides, then over my tits, over and over until the hand ended. Greg was the winner. I was glad he won since he was the one who sparked a fire in my belly, and now I wanted him to fan the flames.
When we entered the bedroom, Greg let me know that he wanted to continue where he left off. He made it obvious that he was in charge. He took me in his arms and gave me a very long kiss, his tongue darting deep into my mouth. In the kitchen, he seduced me into giving him what he wanted. He fucked me plainly. It had to be quick, and quick it was, and it might have gone on if I hadn’t knocked over that pot.
Now, we had made it more intimate with a kiss. I could feel his penis press against my groin. It was very aroused, confined inside his pants. My excitement could be measured by my throbbing, hard-as-diamond nipples begging for attention.
Our lips parted, and he kissed my neck. He slowly untied my bikini top and lifted it gently off me. He stared at my breasts with lust in his eyes that caused my teats to swell, as well as my clit.
He cupped my breasts in his hands and caressed them.
“Oooh.” A deep sigh of pleasure bled through my lips as my eyes closed, and my head dropped back. He kissed my breasts, dragged his lips across them, and wet-circled my nipples with his tongue.
I pulled his head tightly to my breasts as he began to remove my bottoms. He slowly slid them down my long legs as he moved his lips down my body and was soon kissing my pussy.
“Oh…” I shivered. “That feels so good.”
“Do you want more, Susan?” Greg asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
“Yes! Yes!” I answered excitedly.
Greg backed me slowly to the bed. He placed a pillow on the edge of the bed and sat me on it. Then, Greg stripped in front of me. Oh, my lord, he had quite a pendulum swinging between his legs. He had a good 8 inches of solid dick, with a shaft as thick as my wrist.
Greg stood straight. His cock was level with my tits, and he pressed it between my cleavage. “Come on, baby, wrap those tits around it,” he said.
My body was turning into liquid lust as I clenched my breasts around his thrusting cock. Yes, he was fucking my tits, and I loved the feel of his cock moving between my breasts and more when he rolled the head of his cock around my nipples. A dollop of precum oozed from his cock. He smeared it all over my nipple with the head of his cock. I liked how he made me feel sexy and nasty.
I grabbed his cock and kissed the tip as more precum leaked from his oval meatus. I took him deep into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the veiny shaft. Oh, his cock was so sweet and delicious. Mmm, sweet, sweet meat that I love to suck on.
He laid me back and made sure the pillow was under my ass. “I didn’t forget about your pussy,” he said and knelt between my legs.
He grabbed my ankles in his large hands and lifted my legs. He let go when I bent my legs back for him. He ran his hands along the backs of my thighs and around my ass as he sucked and licked my pussy. I climaxed almost immediately, and he kept sucking and licking, exploring every inch of my pussy.
By now, my entire body was on fire, with flames roaring inside my belly, turning my cunt into molten lava. I squeezed my breasts and pulled at my nipples. I wanted to give my body what it wanted, and Greg made it happen with his head buried in my pussy, and as I began to edge again, I pulled him even tighter.
Finally, my hips thrust upward and smothered his face in my cunt, and I sprayed my juices down his throat and all over his face from my squirting orgasm. Wow, this man knew how to eat pussy!
I fell back on the bed, and he licked the rest of my juicy climax from my pussy and what was smeared between my inner thighs before climbing on top of me. I felt the head of his cock slide between my folds as he settled between my legs. I felt the head press against my introitus, and I widened my legs, bending them back and pointing my toes in classic missionary style while anticipating his penetration.
Lying beneath him, allowing him to fuck me at his speed and enjoy the pleasure of my pussy, brought to life my submissive emotions. My chest arched upward, and my breasts pressed against his chest as his cock slid slowly into my cunt. “Oh…fuck yes,” I moaned as I felt his girth taking residence inside my body.
Greg began fucking me, and I urged him on with my moans and pleas. The deeper he penetrated me, the better it felt. I lifted for his strokes, signaling I wanted more.
As our passion built, so did my boldness. I rolled him over and got on top. I hovered over him, bracing my hands on his upper arms while jiggling my tits above his face. Meanwhile, he reached down and guided his cock back inside my pussy. I leaned back and sank all the way down until I felt his balls under my ass. I began riding him hard and fast. He watched my tits bouncing in the air each time my ass bounced off his thighs.
He grabbed my tits and squeezed them and twisted and pulled on my nipples as the tension grew. I was working on another powerful orgasm as I felt him grow. I knew he was going to cum, and I wanted to cum with him.
We came at the same time. I had it timed perfectly, and what a grand conclusion it was.
I lay on top of him, my pussy throbbing and contracting around his still-hard cock, vibrating inside me. We kissed gently, teased each other with our lips and tongues, and caressed each other. I was surprised to feel how hard he still was after several minutes of this. It seemed the conclusion might have to wait. I rolled off him and laid my head on his chest.
I could hear his heart beating as I played with his erection until we were ready to go again. I loved toying with his cock, feeling it growing thick and hard. The warm feeling of his body against me was wonderful, and I could feel the passion within me deepen. He snuggled me against him and surrounded me in his arms. He gently caressed my breasts. I laid my head back against his shoulder and moaned softly.
“Is this what you want, Susan?” he whispered against my ear.
“Oh, yes, Greg,” I breathed.
I became lost in his touch. His hands caressed my breasts, gently pulling my nipples and rolling my teats between his thumb and index finger. It was driving me crazy. I knew if he kept that up long enough, he would make me cum. I’ve had quite a few orgasms from nipple play alone.
The effect we had on each other was hot and powerful. Greg turned me around and kissed me fiercely. I felt his longing, his desire, and his heat in that searing kiss. I opened my mouth for his tongue, and our tongues intertwined as our lips remained glued. I loved the taste of his mouth and the beer and cigar odor that lingered on his breath.
Shivers ran through our bodies, and our hands were never still. We touched each other everywhere. He slid his leg between mine and ground his thigh against my sopping pussy. I slipped my hand around his cock. He shuddered when I began stroking him.
“Mmm, damn, that feels good, baby!” Greg moaned against my lips, then he pulled my hand from his cock with a gentle, “Not yet…not until I eat your sweet pussy one more time,” he said in a hungry, lustful tone.
Greg kissed me and had me sit on the edge of the bed once again. He knelt between my legs on the floor. His hands reached around me and stroked my backside, exploring every curve and hollow. His hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. I moaned and leaned my hands on Greg’s shoulders for support.
I closed my eyes and emitted a soft moan as his tongue slithered along my slit from my introitus to my clit. He made my toes curl and arch my hips upward.
As he was tasting and licking me, I felt his tongue flicking my clit, and I began to shake. “Oh, god…oh baby…if you keep that up, I am going to explode!” I said aloud.
“Then do it, baby. Let me drink your honey once again,” he said.
I spread my legs apart so he could move closer. I leaned back on my elbows for support as I opened myself wider to him. He moved in and used his tongue like a sword, slashing my gash and stabbing my introitus with the sharp tip of his tongue.
“Oh…oh, god…you’re driving me nuts, Greg. Oh, Greg, make me cum,” I pleaded.
As the need built within me, Greg continued stoking and probing and stabbing with his tongue. The nerves in my belly began to tighten as tremors took over my body. When Greg stretched his tongue as deep as he could inside my cunt, I felt my body snap.
I shook uncontrollably as orgasmic pleasure spread from my pussy and rushed through my veins. Greg rose from the floor and pushed me back against the bed. He cuddled me in his right arm while using his left hand to finger-fuck me through the remainder of my orgasm.
I looked into his eyes, my body spent, but my passion for him filled me. The joy he gave me had to be returned. I asked him to stand next to the bed, and I sat up and took his hard, delicious cock into my mouth. His gasp of pleasure and delight told me he loved having me suck his dick.
I sucked, licked, and stroked his dick, caressed his balls, and sucked his dick some more. And he moaned a little more. I licked the entire length of his shaft like a large candy cane. I smiled to myself in triumph as his hands ran through my hair, trying to find some distraction from the pleasure I was giving him.
I continued to lick and wrap my tongue around his swollen cock. I took him deep into my mouth, to the very back of my throat, then created suction with each withdrawal, drawing his passion to complete itself. I kept it up, and his moans and shivers picked up urgency.
He grabbed my hair and could not keep his hips still, so I let him fuck my mouth. He picked up speed and managed to shove his cock down my throat a few times, causing me to cough and gag on his cock, but I never backed away. I aroused him even more when I tickled and massaged his balls with my fingers.
Greg kept moaning, “Oh, baby!” as the desire to ejaculate built inside him. Eventually, his body stiffened, and he began pumping his salty load with his cock buried in my mouth. Oh, what a rush of excitement raced through my veins as his warm, delicious semen permeated my mouth. He flooded my mouth with more cum than I could swallow. Some slipped through my lips and hung from my chin as I swigged the bulk of his tangy release down my throat.
I continued sucking his cock after he finished. Nothing tasted as sweet as the semen left to be sucked from his cock. I moaned with hunger in my throat as I drew his cock into my mouth and slowly drew it from my lips, pulling out the sweet semen still oozing up his cock. I made sure I sucked every last drop from his prostate.
Greg pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me. He kissed me hard on the lips and used his tongue to taste and feel the texture of his cum that still lingered in my mouth. The sex was incredible, in some ways romantic, but in most ways, very carnal, naughty, and nasty.
Greg’s time with me had ended. He dressed and left my bedroom to rejoin the guys. I used the time to duck into my bathroom and clean up. I decided to leave my bikini behind and return to the guys in the nude.
Jerry, staring at me in all my glory, challenged Greg to another hand, double or nothing, meaning whoever won got a free ride. My husband played a third hand but was ineligible if he happened to win the hand.
I sat in a chair, visible to them, with my legs spread and using my fingers to gently rub my pussy. They were slobbering all over themselves as they watched me and played their hand. And the winner this time was Jerry. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.
To Be Continued…
