Where Is my Husband? I sit down at a corner table in the riverside pub.
I feel every eye on me as I enter the bar. My embarrassment is made worse by the outfit my husband has begged me to wear. He loves showing me off, and this outfit certainly achieves that.
Let me start at the top: my hair is shoulder-length and blonde, my eyes are black and shiny, with mascara that is almost but not quite slutty, and my lips are bright pink and much thicker than a mature wife should wear. Around my neck, I wear a black velvet choker, which stretches tightly across my silky white skin.
The pink boob-tube dress clings to me like a second skin. The thin material stretches over my firm tits and hips. It is so short that, if I bend slightly, my ass cheeks pop into view.
Underneath, I wear no underwear. Something I have only fantasized about doing before. Finally, my heels are black patent and four inches high, which makes me look and feel so sexy and hot.
I loved getting dressed in this new outfit. The excitement coursed through my body. I loved looking at the sexy woman looking back at me in the mirror.
Now that I am in the bar, I feel only deep concern:
Where is my husband?
What has happened to him?
I expected him to greet me when I got here.
Five young men are at the table in the alcove across from me. Their ages range from twenty-five to thirty-five. All are on the lookout for some sexual opportunities. It is Mike, the youngest, who makes the first move.
I am on my second G&T when he walks over, a big grin on his face, thinking how vulnerable I appear. as I try to cover my near-naked body.
“Everything ok, love?”
It sounds like a crap pickup line, and we both know it, but after being let down by my husband, I am glad to see a friendly face.
Thirty minutes later, I sit between Mike and Phil. As I start my fourth G&T of the evening, I have not noticed how high my dress has risen up my naked thigh.
I enjoy the warm hand resting on my thigh as Phil chews gently on my ear lobe.
As the drinks take effect, any resistance I might have had has gone.
Phil turns my head towards him, and his tongue slides between my lips. I love kissing so much that my tongue moves forward to taste this young man. Our tongues start dancing backwards and forward.
Only my husband knows the effect this can have on me.
I do not see the table being moved back out of the way. Nor do I notice that the ginger hair lad is between my legs. I only feel his hands pushing my dress up above my waist as my legs are moved apart.
“The filthy cow is not even wearing knickers.”
He roars for all to hear.
Then his long tongue is stroking along my labia lips. A long moan leaves my lips as my hands snake around his head, pulling him onto me.
I am lost now in lust.
Reggie, the barman, is locking the doors. He smiles at another couple of customers.
“Oh yes. This milf looks like she enjoys a good time, hey boys.” He comments to them
My boob tube dress is ripped off and tossed to one side, and the boys lift me onto a large table with their hands all over me. My legs are spread wide once more, and Ginger resumes devouring my soppy cunt. His tongue snakes from my rock-hard clit across my swollen lips to my tight brown ring.
I moan as he licks eagerly at my bumhole.
The moan does not go unnoticed by others.
Phil is still at my head and is now stroking his cock head across my lips. I can feel and smell his pre-cum.
“Open up, slut. You know you want to.” Mike says into my ear.”Two cocks for you to suck on. You married whore best get to work.”
Without a second thought, I take hold of Mike’s cock, and I begin to slowly wank his rock-hard dick.
At the same time, my mouth opens, and my lips slide across Phil’s helmet.
He is so right. I do want it, and a lot more.
I can smell myself now as I feel my juices pouring onto Ginger’s face. I am pushing myself against him, wanting him to thrust deeper into my body and fill my twat.
Bob and his mates are making me do the filthiest things for them, the things I have ever wanted to do in my wildest dream’s.I want this to last forever. I can bear it no longer as my legs are spread wider than they have been in years.
I raise my head, and my eyes fix on Ginger
“Please, I need cock. I need it badly. I say as I look into his learning face.
Ginger stands and smiles down at me with a wicked smile.
“What do you want, lady?”
I can see he is wanking himself as he speaks.
“Tell us all what want you slut?
He says, loud enough for all to hear.
“Well tell us.” He shouts.
“Beg for it.”
“Fuck me. Please fuck me hard.” I plead.
“All of us?” Ginger roars.
“Oh yes, you are going to be our cum-bucket whore.”
“Yes louder, beg for it.”
“Let the whole bar hear you beg.”
“Fuck me, do what you want. I am a slut; I want everyone to fuck me. Please now.” I shout out.
I feel the cock head stroking along my swollen cunt lips.
I ram myself forward.
Three inches enter easily. Ginger does not let me down. Pulling back slightly, he rammed into my eager twat, knocking the air out of me. Then he is fucking me, banging me hard and fast. My legs wrap around him, trying to get more inside me.
I still have a cock between my lips, and with one hand, I am still wanking Mike. With my other hand, I am pulling on my nipples, Pulling them harder than I have ever imagined.
Ginger pounds away at my cunt. There is no thought for the woman he is fucking, and that is just what I want.
I can see and hear the men surrounding me.
What I want is for this one to fill me full of spunk so I can have a fresh cock.
I am a filthy bitch and want them all.
I love them screaming obscenities in my ears.
Old slag bag, spunk bucket. Look at the fucking married whore. I bet her husband can’t keep up with this cock hungry bitch. Look at her ring piece. I bet that is worth a good fucking.
I want to spit the cock from my mouth and tell them to use my arsehole like my cunt. But the cock is buried too deep, spewing hot spunk down my eager throat.
As the cock is filling my throat. Two more are vying to be next.
“I am not going to fight I spit out at them. Get me on my knees. I can suck two cocks that way If you want me to be a spunk slut.”
“Not yet,” Ginger calls.
“You fucking slag. I have not finished filling your slack cunt”.
With that Ginger, thrusts deep into my twat as possible. I feel rope after rope of hot jism filling my cunt hole, I organism, feeling the sloppy mess leaking down to my arse crack.
Seconds later, I am on my knees, on an old mattress, with what feels like a good-sized dick entering my cunt.
I cannot see who it is, not with two cocks needing my sucking skills.
I love sucking cock, the taste of spunk across my tongue, as I feel Mike’s cock growing in my mouth. I know I am about to get my first load.
He does not disappoint. Grabbing my hair, he forces his seven inches as far down my throat as possible, exploding all the time with jet followed by other strong jets.
“Swallow that, you filthy married slag,”
As he cums down my throat. I see one of the older blokes, cock in hand shooting, his spunk all over my arse. I think the poor fucker can’t wait his turn.
For the next thirty minutes, I struggle to stay on my knees while my body is used.
Five loads are shot up my gaping soppy cunt. And another six loads in my mouth and over my face.
My tits are pulled and pinched. My arse is spanked constantly, and I fucking love it. I am in a state of constant orgasm and begging for more.
I must look in a state when Reggie sits me up and brings me a cup of strong, sweet tea.
“Drink that, you filthy whore. Then we can start part two.”
I smile up at him and all the men still surrounding me. My words come out slurred.
“Part two?”
I am taken to the sofa seat. That is when I see Reggie sitting looking at me with that superior look in his eyes and a filthy smile across his lip, his cock rock hard, standing upright.
I have never seen a cock so big. It must be twice the size of my husband’s.
Fully ten inches long and as thick as my wrist.
Straight away, I knew I wanted it. No, I need it; I want to be stretched, as my husband calls it on his porn sites. Reggie could read my mind, and his cock twitched with the thought of me.
“Suck it slut,”
That was all he said.
I sink to my knees, my lips ovaling to take his ten-inch dick into my mouth.
I lower my head, my eyes looking up at him. His eyes have a filthy, masterful look.
Around him are several other men. Their hard cocks are in their hands.
How can I? My mind screams.
My cunt stinks, and my body is bruised.
How much sex do I want?
I know, even though I felt exhausted. I was exhilarated by my filthy whore thoughts. And that the men surrounding me are calling me the dirtiest names and using and waiting to use me.
I lick and suck on Reggie’s cock, fondling his heavy ball sac. His hands are in my hair, guiding me, making sure he is getting his pleasure.
I feel something wet around my anal hole.
Someone is licking my bunghole, and I love it.
My husband does not like anal, but I love it, although it has been a few years since the last time.
All the time this is happening, I am thinking about the cock in my mouth; I want it in my cunt, and I want it all.
Now I take things into my own hands.
I climb onto the sofa, feet flat on either side of Reggie’s thighs. Then I lower myself inch by inch, taking every inch into my gaping, sloppy cunt. The others watch and listen as I moan and scream in pleasure. I love that my cunt is being filled.
The man behind me licks my arsehole, delving deeper while his hands are on my ass cheeks, controlling my fucking off Reggie.
I then catch sight of him. A naked older man, His skin brown and withered with age, but it is his cock, bigger than Reggie’s, and I know where it is going.
I want it.
I bounce balls deep on that fat cock while having almost continuous orgasms.
Reggie is sucking on my tits with his mouth, pinching and biting my flesh harder and harder.
Spunk is being shot all over my body, onto my face and hair as I twist and turn continuously, trying to taste it.
My arse is being stretched and greased with so many fingers everywhere.
Reggie holds me still against his chest. Then I feel the older man’s massive cock at my greasy hole pushing forward, opening my rear end, and whispering in my ear.
“You want this, don’t you? You filthy married whore?”
I turn my head towards him, kissing him full on the mouth.
“Yes yes fuck my bottom. Oh yes,”
“I’ll fuck your filthy arse, you dirty slag, and I will fucking split you in two, bitch.”
I try not to show the pain I feel. I moan continuously, begging for more and more. The cock enters me slowly; it takes twenty minutes before he is ball deep.
“Fuck. She’s tight,” he swears.
“Fuck, the walls are so smooth. I’ll love getting up this filthy whore’s arse.”
Then it starts. The two men get into a good rhythm, shagging both my holes and pounding me, stretching my holes more and more.
It seems to go on for hours. But for all three of us, these fifteen minutes it lasts are the most exhilarating fifteen minutes We could ever have.
I love the feeling. It feels like both cocks are in my throat. Both are so big and hard.
The older man is the first to come, screaming out as he fills my arsehole with cum.
Reggie can feel him through the thin wall between my arse and cunt. Pulling halfway out, feeling his heat rise, and then ramming back up my sweet twat, he starts shooting ropes of hot spunk up my hungry cunt.
The older man slides his monster dick from my cavernous bunghole, spunk pouring down my thighs.
Reggie is still up my cunt, and even as he begins to grow soft, he is still giving me orgasms.
My mind is in another place when a big, slimy cock slides across my lips. I open my mouth.
I am unsure how many men fuck me during the next hour. In my arse, cunt and mouth. I stink of sex, spunk, and sweat.
Reggie and another man hand me my dress and help me slip the bit of rag over my ravaged and filthy body.
I feel exhausted, and all my holes are sore and tender. If I could see myself, I would never have left the pub.
I am covered in spunk from head to toe in a dress that clings to me, covers nothing. Anyone passing will not fail to see my filthy body with bruises and bite marks all over my tits and thighs.
My husband is standing across the road, a dirty smile spreading across his face.
I am not sure if I should hate or love him at this moment, but as he gently touches me while helping me into the car, I begin to melt. He can smell this dirty slut who sits alongside him as we head home.
“How could you,” I whisper,
“It was easy; I knew you wanted it; was I right?”
It was minutes before I answered.
“They want me to go back next week. I have said yes, and looking at the tent in your pants, my kinky husband wants to be a total cuckold.”
