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fridayIt was Friday and I was just finishing up at the office.As I was about ready to leave the office my husband Joncalled me and asked if it was OK to bring a friend homefor dinner. It was kind of odd as he had never reallydone that before. We’d had friends over but usually wewould discuss it ahead of time and make plans together.This was different. I asked who the friend was and Jon just said it wassomeone from work. I thought I knew all his workfriends. Not quite sure what was going on I said OK andasked what time they’d be here. We set dinner for 7:00.Just as we said our goodbyes Jon jumped in and said,“Wear something pretty. I love you,” and hung up. I looked around the kitchen. I had planned on making alight pasta and grain hot dish with a cold salad. Ithought about cooking meat, but it was hot out and thiswas almost ready. I went about finishing dinner. As Idid I thought about the call. Why today was he bringinghome a stranger. My mind slipped to last night. My husband and I makinglove and the fantasy we played out during sex. In one ofour fantasies we’d been discussing another man. Jon hadoften told me he wanted to see me with another man. I’vealways said no, however the more he talked about it, themore curious I became. One day, while Jon was at work, I looked up that type offantasy on the internet. I was amazed to see how manymen shared his fantasy. There were whole sections oferotic literature devoted to the topic. I spent hoursreading story after story. By the time Jon got home Ijumped him in the living room and fucked his brains out.He had no clue what was going on but enjoyed the ride. After he asked what had gotten into me. I told him aboutthe stories. He again asked if I wanted to try it, ofcourse but I refused. I admit the idea gotten me wet,but I wasn’t ready for that step. This fantasy became a regular part of our love making.Jon would be fucking me and saying things like; “I betyou’d love another cock in your mouth.” Or I’d be on myknees giving him a BJ and he’d say, “Mmmmmmm, you’d lookgreat with a strange cock pounding you from behind.” I loved those mental images. They made me hot and alwaysmade me cum hard. Sometimes I would think about themduring the day. Lots of times I would read stories andmake myself cum, even in my office sometimes. SometimesI would read stories out loud to Jon as he ate my pussy.I would cum all over his face. He liked that a lot.Last night though… last night was different. Itstarted out the same as usual. Jon saying how hot I’dlook being fucked by another man, while he watched, butI just couldn’t get the image out of my mind. I reallywanted to feel another cock fucking me. I wanted to lookinto Jon’s eyes as I was being pounded from behind byanother man. Jon was straddling my face, his cock in my mouth. Hereached down and pulled my legs up. “Imagine me holdingyour legs open like this while he fucks you.” I camehard at those words. The more he fucked me the more Ilet go. In the throes of some of the strongest orgasmsI’d ever had I told him I’d fuck anybody he wanted. Now Jon was bringing a stranger home for dinner. Mypussy tingled, as I wondered if this could be the timethat we would live the fantasy. I really doubted it hadanything to do with our sex play fantasy but I now had alittle fantasy going on in my head that kept me on edgeas I made dinner. I wondered what his friend looked like. I wondered whathis arms would feel like wrapped around me as he fuckedme. I wondered if he was a good kisser. At one point Ileaned against the counter, slid my hand into my pantiesand fingered myself until I came. Oh my god, I thought,I’m becoming such a slut. Dinner was ready so I ran upstairs to shower and change.As I got undressed I looked at myself in the bahis firmaları mirror. Jonand I were in our late 20s and still looked good. I was5′ tall and about 115lbs. I had to admit I looked good.I liked the way men looked at me when I wore a bikini orshort skirt. I jumped in the shower. I and spent extra time on mybreasts and pussy. I wondered if Jon’s friend would likethe way I looked. Every once in a while I’d catchmyself, it’s just dinner, I’d think. I got out of theshower and thought about what to wear. Jon saidsomething pretty. That could mean anything. I went to mylingerie draw and pulled out a matching thong and bra.They were Jon’s favorites. I figured if I had a chanceI’d give him a sneak peek during the evening. The thongwas pink and white and tied at the sides in little bows.The bra matched and just barely covered my nipples. My mind slipped back to my fantasy and wondered if ourdinner guest would think it was sexy if he could see it.The thought made me wet again and I quickly pushed itfrom my mind. I grabbed a little white sleeveless top.It had 5 buttons at the top, and I pulled it on. Itstopped just above my naval. I left the buttons undoneand looked at myself. I wondered what Jon would think ifI met him and his friend at the front door wearing justthis and heels. I was surprised by how much I liked theidea. I knew there was no way I’d do it. I looked for a skirt.The denim one that Jon liked so much caught my eye. Itbarely covered my ass. If I walked you could see someass cheek. The top of it rested on my hips leaving 4inches of belly between my shirt and my skirt. I put ona pair of white heels and checked myself out. I lookedhot. Not slutty, but hot. I again wondered what Jon’sfriend would think. I went downstairs and set the table. I was aware of howmuch my skirt slid up every time I bent over. I wasenjoying it and wondering what Jon would say. I heard the door open and Jon yell for me. He spotted mebefore his friend did. Jon’s eyes widened in surprise.He quickly recovered and gave me a huge grin. Then hisfriend walked in to the room. Truthfully, his friend wasnothing special. He looked to be in his late 40s. Ifound out later he was 10 years older. He was a nicelooking man, but not the kind you want to chase home. Jon introduced him as Dave. Dave shook my hand and said,“I’d always known Jon had a beautiful wife, but I didnot realize just how beautiful.”His comment made me blush, but I liked it. On firstimpressions, I liked Dave. I asked him in and seated himin the living room. Dave had brought 3 bottles of wineso I opened one to start before dinner. The conversation flowed smoothly. Dave was a completegentleman. Witty, smart, and flirty. He knew just whento complement me. I found myself showing off a bit.Bending over where both guys could see me. Sitting withmy legs not quite together. David’s compliments got abit bolder. He didn’t always address me. He would say toJon, “Wow, your wife’s legs are fantastic. You’re alucky man.” Jon would agree and sometimes egg him on. “She’s got anamazing ass too.” “Oh, I agree,” Dave replied. “I keep hoping to see moreof it.” I was loving the attention. “I bet you would,” I teasedhim.Dave said, “Yes, absolutely.”Maybe it was the wine or the fantasy in my head, but Istood up, flipped my skirt up for a second and said,“There!” and walked into the kitchen. Both men staredwide-eyed. I was loving it. We sat down for dinner. Dave sat next to me and Jonacross from me. As we chatted and laughed Dave and Iwould reach out and touch each other. Just flirty.Nothing wild. All of a sudden I felt Dave’s hand in my thigh. It waselectric. I stopped talking. Jon asked me if I was OK. Ilooked at him and could see he knew where Dave’s handwas. I looked at kaçak iddaa Dave and he said to Jon, “Your wife hassuch soft skin.”Jon looked at me and said, “Yes, she does. Isn’t itamazing?” I couldn’t believe this, a strange man’s hand on mythigh and he and my husband discussing how soft my skinwas. The amazing thing was, I was loving it, and I wasactually contemplating acting out our fantasy with Dave.I thanked him. I looked at Dave and said, “Thanks, gladyou like it.” That was it. I knew tonight was going to be the night. Ididn’t know where it would lead, but I knew I wouldn’tbe the one to stop whatever was happening.Dave’s hand kept sliding up and down my inner thigh. Sometimes we talked about normal stuff. Sometimes Davewould compliment Jon on how sexy I was. I was enjoyingmyself and letting go. I liked that Jon could stop Daveat anytime if he wanted to. To me, that meant whateverhappened was up to him. Dave shoved my short skirt up to my waist. I knew hecould see my panties. He told Jon that I had very sexypanties on. Jon asked which ones and Dave describedthem. Jon said they were his favorite pair. We finished dinner and I started to clean up. Jon andDave got up and helped me carry dishes into the kitchen.We made short work of them and poured some more wine.Jon was sitting at the kitchen table. I was standingbehind the counter facing him. Dave was behind thecounter with me drying the last few dishes. When he finished he came up behind me, put his hands onmy waist, and pulled me to him. He kissed my cheek andthanked me. He said “dinner and a sexy hostess. Whatmore could I want?” He then looked at Jon and said, “This woman is so hot.I’ve been dying to feel that ass all night.” Jon said, “I understand. I feel the same way.”Next thing I know Dave’s arm went around my waistpulling me to him and his hand slid up my skirt onto myass. Wow. What a feeling. I’m standing behind a counter,looking at my husband, while hidden from his view hisfriend is stroking my ass. It was hot, scary, and makingme squirm. Then making sure there was no doubt what he was doing,Dave said to Jon. Oh yeah Jon this ass feels amazing.Jon just raised his glass as if to toast us and took adrink. Now I was really getting wet. We’d talked about this,but this was real. This stranger had his hand on my ass.Something said I should turn and slap him but somethingnaughty in me couldn’t wait to see what happens next. Dave whispered in my ear. Well kind of a whisper. It wasloud enough for Jon to hear. “Do you want me to stop?”In my head I was saying yes, stop. I was thinking Ishouldn’t be doing this. I’m a married woman. What came out, very quietly, was “No.” That wasn’t enough for Dave. “What did you say?” Heasked. I said no again. This time a little louder. “No what?” Was the reply. Oh my god. Was he really going to make me say it? “No what?” He said again. I looked at my husband. I knew we were crossing the linenow. I felt so naughty, but I liked the feeling. Lookinginto my husband’s eyes I said, “No, I don’t want you tostop feeling my ass.” Just saying that made me wet. Dave went on, “What kind of girl likes to have her assplayed with in front of her husband?” Only one word came to mind, but I didn’t answer. Davewhispered in my ear, “It’s OK. Let her out. It’s whatJon wants. It’s what I want. You know it’s what you wanttoo.”He was right. I wanted to let go. I wanted to be thegirl I shouldn’t be. Dave had one arm around my waist, his other hand wasexploring my ass, getting closer and closer to my pussy.He was whispering in my ear how sexy I was. Howbeautiful. He repeated, “What kind of girl?”It was too much. I knew what I wanted to be. “A slut,” Isaid. “A naughty little slut.” As I said it I spread mylegs to give Dave better kaçak bahis access to my pussy. The momenthis fingers touched my clit I had my first orgasm. Rightthen and there. Standing behind the counter. My husbandcould only see me from the waist up. I was lookingstraight at him. I came on Dave’s fingers. “That’s a good girl,” he said.That actually made me happy. Next I felt a tug at the strings of my panties. Theytied on the side and came loose. Dave took them and putthem on the counter. I kept my eyes locked with myhusband. He saw the panties. He knew that behind thecounter my pussy was completely exposed. The thought ofhim knowing but not able to see combined with Daveexpertly playing with my pussy made me cum again. “Do you like my fingers in your pussy?” Dave asked as heflicked his fingers across my clit, over and over again.“Yes,” I moaned with pleasure.“Yes what?” Dave asked softly.“Yes,” I said, “I love the way your fingers feel in mypussy. I love how you make me cum.”Behind the counter Dave unzipped my skirt and let itfall to the floor. I stepped out of it and he picked itup and put it on the counter. Looking over at my husbandDave said, “Your right, this is an amazing ass. Shelooks so fuckable.” Jon just watched. He could only see me from the waistup. Dave asked me; “Are you ready?”I knew what he meant. I was going to do what my husbandwanted. Worse yet, what I wanted. I leaned over thecounter and spread my legs. Dave said, “What do you want?”“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned.Dave teased me. “In front of your husband? What kind ofgirl fucks another man in front of her own husband?” I knew how to answer this time and truthfully, it turnedme on saying it. “Yes, fuck me in front of my husband.Show him I’m your slut. Take my Pussy! Let him see youfucking my pussy!” I heard his zipper. I felt his cock press against mypussy slit. I couldn’t see it but the crown felt as bigas a ping pong ball. Maybe bigger. I was sure it wasbiggest cock I’d ever had. Well at least out of thethree guys I’d had. I felt so full as he sank all theway into me. I felt dirty, I felt slutty, I felt free!As soon as he started thrusting into me I came again. Dave said to Jon, “Man she’s got a tight pussy and she’sdripping all over me.”Then to me, “Tell him how it feels baby. Tell him whatyou are.”“Oh Jon!” I said. “I’ve never felt so full in my life. Ilove his cock. I want to cum on it again and again. Iwant to be his slutty whore.” The idea that Jon couldonly see me from the waist up was a turn on for me. Istarted fucking Dave back as hard as he was fucking me. Then Dave told me he was about to cum. I startedscreaming, “Fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER! Fill me with yourcum in front of my husband. Show him what a slut I am!Fill my cunt with you cum!” Oh my god! Did I say cunt? I’ve never used that wordbefore, but it just sounded so right. Dave started to cum in me. I could feel him squirtinginside me. There was so much of it I could feel it beingforced back out around his thrusting cock and drippingdown my legs. The feeling was so intense. I came again!Then David’s cock popped out of me. He looked at Jon andsaid, “This hot little slut sure can fuck.”Strangely, I felt proud of myself. I’d lived my fantasyand I’d mad my husband’s buddy cum in no time at all.Breathing hard, Dave sat down next to Jon. His cock wasstill sticking up and was coated with his come and mycunt juice. There I went, using the C word again.I was still behind the counter, half naked, cum drippingdown my thighs, when Dave said, “Come over here. Showyour husband how slutty you look.” I came around the counter. Pussy exposed, cum smeared onmy pussy and dripping down my thighs. David made mekneel in front of him, then said, “Clean me up babe.”I didn’t even hesitate, I licked and sucked his cockclean. The Dave looked at Jon and said, “Sloppyseconds?” Jon didn’t hesitate either, he got down behind forcingme down on all fours me and thrust his cock in my pussy,while Dave watched.

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