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I walked down the aisle, smiling as we went arm in arm with my new husband. We had been married all of ten seconds, and life was about perfect.

Everyone was smiling, watching, and commenting on how I looked in my pretty white dress.

Of course, I also heard a few comments that I shouldn't have worn white. I was known for having a bit of a reputation when I was younger. It was something I had let my now husband know about it early on in our dating. I found it was a deal-breaker for some, especially when they learned I wasn't always the faithful type. I just had a weakness for going after hard cock, and I was very good at getting it.

While some guys went running when they found out, Greg… well, he seemed to really like it. In the first few months of dating, he constantly asked me to tell him stories about my past. I started simple, and we got more and more graphic about some of the things I had done in my past, not just with the number of guys, but also the things, and sometimes the number of guys at one time.

On our sixth-month anniversary, I told him the story of when I had multiple guys during a party as he ate me out. I came loudly as he was super excited and really into eating me out. After he finished devouring my pussy, he dove in with his own cock and fucked me nice and hard.

As we lay in bed, he asked me two questions that would probably change my life forever. First, he asked me to be his wife, but also asked if I would be a hotwife for him.

I didn't know what a hotwife was, so he told me while fingering me.

"But I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."

"And you are. Now you can do it knowing I'll always be home waiting for you. Ready to reclaim you, ready to please you. But you don't have to worry about getting bored with me."

"I'd never…"

"It's okay, I know everyone does, but this will keep things exciting. You can even start now if you want."

"I'll do it, but only if you agree to my condition. I want to prove that I can be faithful to you… to me. So I won't screw anyone but you until we're married, then I can, but I get to choose who, when, and where. Deal?"

He agreed to it by mounting me once again, and putting a ring on my finger after we finished that night.

We had a long engagement, to some at least. With those requirements, he wanted to run down to the courthouse the next week, but I wanted a nice wedding. And thus, here we were.

We headed outside to get some photos on the stairs of the location before getting some photos inside. As my husband stood next to me, he leaned in, just the two of us. A cute wedding photo anyone who walked by. He leaned over and quietly reminded me, "Remember, you can be my hotwife, and we can be non-monogamous as much as you want."

"Are you sure, my dear," I said, looking up at him.

The photographer never heard a word, and just watched as the couple looked lovingly at one another like so many other couples he's photographed over the years.

"You can even pick out a guy or two tonight if you want."

We went into the reception area. Lots of guys wanted to dance with me, and my husband gave me a knowing look. Occasionally I'd give him a wink as we danced and ate and drank the afternoon away.

We had the traditional going-away with people throwing rice as we ran off to the limo. I asked the limo driver to go to one more stop before he dropped off at our house. We had a few photos we wanted taken in a local park, and he was kind enough to take the detour.

We took some more photos and were about ready to be done.

I pulled the photographer aside, asking if he could get a couple of special photos for me that weren't on the list. I told my husband to go back to the car. These photos were of just me, and he wasn't needed, so he could cool down in the limo and make sure a glass of wine was ready for me.

As I watched him walk away to sit in the cool limo, I headed to a part of the park I knew well. It was secluded, and when I was younger, it was a favorite place for boys to take me to misbehave and have some naughty fun.

I walked over to the bench where the first boy I was ever with bent me over and popped my cherry. I sat on that bench, lifting my wedding dress and spreading my legs wide. My pantiles pussy was exposed for a sexy shot. I rubbed my pussy, with the guy watching, forgetting to take a photo.

A couple of groomsmen came up behind him. "I think she wants a shot of that," one said.

He quickly took the shot, then another, then switched to video, where he got a view of me cumming as I masturbated right where I lost my virginity. I even explained that's why I was here. It was time for another first. 

The two groomsmen were married, and didn't want to fuck me, but they weer willing to have me suck their cocks. So with one on each side, I alternated sucking their cocks. As I sucked one, I stroked the other. Back and forth. 

They were getting close, so I put my hands down and let them stroke their cocks until they both shot their loads all over my chest, covering the exposed cleavage I had for my wedding dress. The entire time I was looking up at them smiling.

"Oh, fuck, that was hot," the photographer said.

I looked up at him and smiled seductively at him as he moved in and got a couple of close-up shots. I was hoping my new husband would really like these. Something he could remember forever and ever with them, caught by the digital camera.

"I bet you never had a shot like that," I said.

"Not in a while. I used to do a few adult magazine shoots to pay the bills. So if you ever want to do some pro work, or just need some more, give me a call. I know people and know how to be discrete if you need that too."

As we headed back to the limo, the photographer left, promising to get me those photos and video separately. I thanked him and wondered how many times he'd view them himself.

As I got closer to the limo, the driver came out and opened the door for me. His eyes went wide as he saw the mess on my chest and dress. I figured he was in for either a wild fight or a wild time.

"Why don't you keep the partition down for the ride to our house," I suggested with a wink, before I stepped into the back of the limo where my husband awaited.

I stuck my chest out, making sure he could see the mess all over me. His eyes grew enormous. 

"Oh, shit… I didn't think you'd do it so soon."

"And here I was thinking you'd want me to do it at the reception... So, this is what you wanted?"

"Well, I wanted to watch…"

"I made sure the cameraman got some great photos and video. That way you can always go back and watch if you want."

He smiled at that, then kissed me, not caring if some of his friends' cum got on his shirt and jacket.

"I'll tell you what," I said, sitting back and spreading my legs. I lifted my feet onto the seat and pulled my dress up, exposing my naked pussy to him. "If you eat my pussy, I'll tell you the plan for the rest of the night."

I didn't have to tell my husband twice. He got in front of me and ate my pussy like he liked to do when I told him about some of my past exploits.

I moaned a little as his tongue touched my pussy. "That's it, baby. Hear how I'm going to be a naughty slut for you today." I moaned again. He was really good at eating pussy, with how much he liked me telling him about my past.

"I know you want to see me fuck a guy… so I didn't fuck your two friends that did this to me… I'm not splitting up any marriages, but I'll let them paint me with cum." I paused, closing my eyes as he hit a good spot. "But I invited several of your single groomsmen and a few guests to meet us at our house under the guise of watching us open gifts and having some more food and drink. Little do they know, they're the gift for you."

I paused, breathing in a little harder, as I was close to an orgasm myself with this tongue really working me over. It felt so good, but I knew I couldn't stop.

"We're going to play a game. Each person will get a number, and then you'll pick a number from the hat. They can then choose how to use your bride, as long as my wedding dress stays on."

"How many guys will be there?" he asked, looking up from between my legs.

"Enough that you'll never forget your wedding night," I teased. "And there are several ladies. Some are there mostly to check out the guys to see who are worth dating… while others… well, I've not told you all my stories, and I thought you'd like a surprise or two about some of my friends."

With that, he pushed a few fingers into my wet pussy and got me to cum on command. I wasn't quiet about it. I was hoping the limo driver was turned on. I looked at where we were, and I asked the driver to pull into the nearby parking lot.

"Would you like to come back here? I want my hubby to watch a guy shoot his load all over my chest before he sees me getting fucked."

Our driver couldn't pull into the parking lot fast enough. He climbed in the back. "This is really okay with you?" he asked my husband, who just nodded at him.

Our driver was every bit six foot three, and at least two-forty, and pure muscle. A huge hunk of a black man.

I stuck out my chest.

"What an amazing wife you've got," he said, pulling out his cock. "What I'd give to fuck a hottie like you," he said,looking at me.

I smiled, "I'm only offering a chance…" Then I saw his cock. It was magnificent. It had to be nine inches, and as thick as an energy drink can. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself, but everyone could hear.

"You want to fuck it?" my husband asked.

I did. I so wanted to. But I knew how many people we had waiting, and while I like the idea of fucking complete strangers, in today's world, I need to be safe.

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on his head while I stroked his shaft. That way he wouldn't have to beat off in front of us, and I got to enjoy some nice BBC. He was nice and turned on from listening to me talk to my husband.

I was loving his cock, and with my free hand, I was loving on my own pussy. I really wanted it there… And I was about to give in, when he told me he was about to cum.

I pulled back and let him empty his balls all over the top of my tits. I didn't care that some of it got on my dress. A lot more cum was going there before the end of the night. I don't know if that man had cum in a week, given all the cum he shot of me, but he definitely freshened me up a lot.

I was now ready for the party, and I had him take us home to our guests and my fun.

As we got out, he was holding the door. He handed my husband and I his business card. "For all your limo... and other needs," he said with a smile.

I thanked him and looked down, noticing his fly was still open. I don't know if that was an accident, or on purpose, but I took the opportunity to slide my hand inside and grip his dick one last time.

I loved feeling it pulse in my hand, as I did. I knew he'd be jacking off tonight thinking about me, which is why I was such a slut in college. I loved knowing men were thinking of me, and how to use me… and how I wanted to use them. I also knew I was going to call him later and make sure I got a chance to use that beast of a cock he had hanging between his legs.

I walked inside and saw our friends, and they saw me. A cheer went out amongst them, and I was ready to give them a show, and an experience that no one would soon forget.

Have you ever felt something sexual, about something that's not sexual? Not like someone who is attracted to trees, or some shit like that. No, I mean… well, consider the game of pool, or billiards if you want to be fancy.

There's something about being bent over, while people are watching you handle a long, hard stick, stroking it back and forth as you line up your shot to put some big, heavy balls into a pocket… that well… it makes me think of other long hard shafts, and other pockets… and as an exhibitionist, I'm not shy about people watching me do that either.

So when my husband, Mike, wanted to get a pool table, I was fine with that. And that first night we had it, I wasn't shy about how I thought about it. In fact, I suggested, we make the game a little more fun… instead of betting a dollar a ball, we'd wager a piece of clothing. And if you lost one, you could either win one back, or work on getting your opponent naked.

Well, my husband was all about getting me naked, which is not unusual for us. Like I said, I'm not exactly a closet exhibitionist. Walking around naked hoping to excite my husband is a fairly common occurrence.

And soon, I was bent over, while my husband stared at my ass as I prepared to take a shot.

Of course, I missed, which then led to the discussion of "What do I do now? I mean, I'm already naked."

He smiled at me as I sat on one of the bar stools we have in our game room. I had my legs spread, and he watched as I rubbed the cue back and forth across my pussy lips. As he watched me, I couldn't help but wonder, "So, if your friends know what I do with these cues, will they be more likely to use them… or less?"

"I know I'd use them more?"

"I know what I'd rather you use," I hinted.

He took the hint and bent me over the pool table and fucked me against it. He was rough and fast, and I liked it. Then he pulled his pants up, while I stayed naked, and prepared my next shot. As I lined my cue with the ball, I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I liked it.

I took my shot and missed. "I wonder what types of games we should play when you have your friends over."

"Oh, I think I know what type of games you want to play. I bet you'd love to be naked while they shoot around, taking turns with you just as they take turns with the table."

I might have unintentionally let out a little moan at that. Mike has already shared me with some of his friends, knowing how much I love to be watched.

First, he fucked me in the kitchen while we were supposed to be getting snacks for the guys while they were over for a football game. I had made sure I was nice and loud so they could hear, then he invited his friends to use me as well.

Mike stayed and watched the entire time, while the other guys shuffled in and out. Some came to watch, some came to use, but before the game was over, all had heard, seen, and/or used me for their pleasure… which was my pleasure.

I have no idea who won the game that night. I only know that I was the real winner, as he made my dreams and fantasies come true. And now, well, once you make your dream a reality, you just want to dream bigger.

I know I suck at pool, but I know I could be a lot of fun at the pool table if I were given the chance, and that's all I'm asking for. Luckily, I know my husband, and his friends. If there's a way, he'll make it happen.

The next couple of evenings I heard him talking to his friends on the phone, inviting people over for a special party to break in the pool table. Now, you might ask why he didn't text his friends. Well, whenever he doesn't want their wives or girlfriends to find out, he always calls, and given the nature of this party… I'm glad he called.

The party was set up for the next weekend, so I had some time to practice… and by practice, I meant finding the right angles to take on the pool table so someone gould fuck me really good. Hubby of course helped with that, as did several of my favorite toys.

When Saturday came around, his friends started showing up one by one around noon. They hadn't eaten yet, and clearly I was on the menu. Or so I thought until I saw Amanda arriving.

"What's she doing here?" I heard my husband ask his friend.

"Don't worry, she's cool."

"Cool with this?!" he asked in a stage whisper.

"Very cool," she answered. She was holding a couple of six packs in her hands, and brought them to the game room. When she put them down, you could see what was up. She was wearing a very tight tank top, short shorts, and knee-high socks.

Now, I don't normally go for girls, but she was making me rethink my position on it. Especially as she walked around the table. With each step, you could see the bounce of her braless tits. All the guys, and myself, were glued to the hard nipples that were poking out of her shirt, inviting people to play with them.

The guys' tongues were all wagging at this point, and who could blame them? I was already turned on, and knew if the guys got my horny enough, they might get a show they never would forget, if she was up for that type of thing, of course.

She walked over to me and ran her hand up my arm. "I hear you like to be watched… me too," and with that she turned and went over to her boyfriend, who she kissed deeply in front of us all. 

He wasn't shy in front of everyone with her either, feeling up her firm tits in front of everyone, pinching the nipples that everyone wanted to play with.

"She's ready, boys," he told everyone, letting them know she was fair game.

"What do you say we get the game started then?" she suggested.

My husband offered to put on the burgers while another buddy of his got out some more beers that he had brought. That left Amanda and me in the room with about four horny guys looking for fun and a show.

"So, do we even try to play pool? Or do we just go for the guys?" She asked me.

"I saw we play pool, and let the guys do what they dare."

I racked the balls, and she was up first. She took her shot, and spread the balls everywhere, but in the pockets. I slapped her ass nice and hard, leaving my hand there for a second longer than was appropriate.

"Looks like it's my turn," I said, bending over and lining up a shot. I pulled the cue back and then thrust it forward, sinking a ball.

I let out a little shout of joy and surprise. "Looks like you got to lose an item of clothing."

"Already?" she said, half laughing. "Boy, you do like to move things along quickly."

"Well, I do like showing off… and showing off others." Now I was the one laughing.

I missed my next shot, and she made hers. I told her she could order me to take something off, or put her shirt back on, player's choice.

"Now, why would I ever want to get dressed?" She asked playfully. "It's a lot more fun when I'm naked."

I have to say; I liked her way of thinking. I undid my top and tossed it at one of my husband's friends. I didn't know his name, and would try hard not to learn it. It was so much more fun fucking a guy in front of people when you don't know their names. The wantonness… the anonymity… it was weird, but fun.

She made another shot, and off my shorts went. I was down to my bra and panties, as well as my sneakers, which I'd keep on for traction.

She missed, and I made my shot. That got her out of her short shorts, and now she was only wearing some bikini panties.

Unfortunately, we both missed our next set of shots. That's when my husband walked in and saw us.

"Well, you two don't waste any time, do you?"

"No, but we're having a string of bad luck," I said, pouting. "We've been like this for two or three rounds..."

"Oh, I know why," he said. Then he walked over and pulled my panties down in front of everyone. Now I was naked.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Because you've been practicing playing naked, you need to play like you practice," he said.

I bent over, and he felt me up and down my crack as I did. It was tough to concentrate, but I made the shot.

"Woo hoo," I yelled with joy.

"Maybe I should try that," Amanda offered.

"Then let me help, of course. You were losing your panties anyway because she just made her shot," my husband said, walking over and stripping his friend's girlfriend of her last bit of clothes.

"Now the real fun begins," he said. As she bent forward to shoot, he ran his hand over her and down between her legs. I could tell when he reached her pussy, as she cooed at his touch.

"Oh?"

"Anything visible is fair game," he said. "And if your opponent makes a shot, then you have to pay up in favors. And they get to pick what those favors are."

"Now that sounds like fun," she said… and she was right.

I bent over and waited for someone to mount me. It didn't take any time. I don't know how many balls I sunk after that point, but I know a lot of balls were sunk into me… and that's what really matters.

Amanda and I kept up all afternoon, working to both please those guys, and be seen doing every naughty thing imaginable.

When the guys left, my husband invited Amanda and his friend to stay. We were all still naked, and he turned on the big TV in the game room.

There he pulled up something, a video he had made of the day's events. There we watched ourselves being totally depraved in front of those guys, fucking all of them, and each other, until we were all ready to share one another again.

My wife and I had been watching porn together since we were dating. It was fun to fantasize about and I have to admit, watching it, especially naked, could be a lot of fun. Both of us had spent time pleasuring the other orally while the other was watching it.

Sometimes she would sit on my lap, slowly riding me while we watched together. Other times we'd manually stimulate the other, and every time, it led to sex afterwards. Sometimes it was wild, and kinky sex based upon what we had just watched.

That's how we got started with tying her up, and even use of toys while we were having sex. She liked the idea of having two guys, but was too shy to actually do it herself with two guys, even if I told her I was OK if she wanted to try something.

We started watching more videos with threesomes, and even hotwife style videos. I'm not sure who recommended it first, but we both seemed to pick them out recently.

Watching one while she sat on her lap, I started encouraging her, seeing how she would respond. "Would you like a guy that size?"

"Oh, you know there's no one that big in real life."

"But if there was, would you," I asked again, rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples while she slid up and down on my cock, while we watched the two people on the screen fuck.

"Would you want to be like that husband, watching me getting fucked by a big cock," she asked, leaning back, and kissing me.

"I'd do anything for you," I told her.

"Oh yes," she moaned. My dick was hitting the right spots inside of her as she leaned back.

"So you'd fuck a big dick like that."

"That's more than a dick, that's a fucking cock, and everyone would want to fuck it."

"Even you?"

"Even me," she said, moaning more as I moved my hands down her chest. I moved further south, and pressed against her clit as she ground her hips. She was close to cumming...

I played with her clit a little more until she was finally cumming for me. "Yes, oh yes," she said over and over.

"I know someone you can fuck," I whispered in her ear as she was cumming. "He really is that big, and I bet he'd love to fuck you. I know I do. Should I call him over?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes," my wife said, over and over again. "I want a big cock. Give me your fucking big cock."

I love how my innocent little wife can talk like a dirty sailor while she's getting fucked. 

The thought of seeing my wife take an enormous cock excited me too, and I emptied myself into her pussy as I thought about what she'd say if she actually fucked him.

As we finished up, we went into the bathroom to clean up. I cleaned up a little faster than my wife, as soon I was standing behind her, rubbing her ass, and kissing her neck. I moved my hands forward and rubbed her pussy. I know she agreed in the heat of the moment, but I wanted to make sure.

"You're trying to get me started again, aren't you?"

"Well, I know you're always still horny afterward. So why not continue to play with you."

"But are you just going to tease, or are you going to do something about it?"

"Well, it might take a little time, so maybe I should invite someone over to help."

She turned and faced me, kissing me. "You're going to keep teasing me with that, huh?"

"I'm not playing. I think it would be hot to watch you with another guy, and I know just who you'd love. I know him from the gym, and seen him changing. The dude is hung like a horse."

"Like a horse, you say," she said, sounding a little interested. "And you're not going to get jealous?"

"I have only two requirements. One, I want to watch you. And two, you've got to come back to me."

"Well, I'd want to meet him first," my wife said, as I started to play with her tits again. "And for now, you've got me started, so now you've got to finish what you started."

I got down on my knees and licked her recently used pussy. I was the one who used it, but that was okay. I loved licking her pussy, and soon she was cumming on my tongue. As she did, my wife cried out, "OK. I'll fuck your friend. Oh, fuck, I'll fuck him for you," she said over and over.

I was glad I could be convinced so easily.

The next evening, I saw Jeff at the gym and asked if he would be interested, showing him a photo of my wife, just to see if he might need a little encouragement.

"You know, you're not the first husband who wanted me to do their wife," he said. "Are you sure she's interested? Are you sure you can handle it? I don’t want to be the reason anyone splits up."

"She asked me to talk to you. Of course, I had some help in convincing her, but she's ready. She just wants to meet you socially first."

We agreed to meet at a local bar down the street from the gym, and not far from our apartment on Thursday, with the agreement that if things went well, we'd all meet on Friday.

Thursday, I convinced my wife to wear something sexy. She was going to fuck this guy after all, and I wanted her to show off what she got, to make sure he was just as interested as I was. She went out wearing a short skirt and a semi-flashy low-cut blouse. Something she didn't wear very often since we got married. I convinced her to leave her bra at home, but she wouldn't go fully commando for me. Either way, I was sure that if my wife liked what she saw, she might transfer to me, and I could get lucky tonight, no matter what.

I had hoped to have time to watch a naughty hotwife video before we left for the bar, but we didn't have the time, so we went cold.

Jeff was already there and had gotten us a table. My wife and I slid into the other side of the booth from Jeff. We chatted casually as we all grabbed a beer and some wings. I could tell Jeff was happy with the opportunity, especially when he asked my wife to dance when someone put a song on the jukebox.

She agreed, and the two of them danced to a semi-fast song, and then the slow song that came on afterwards. 

They held each other closely, and I could tell my wife was trying to figure out if he was as big as I had said he was. She looked over at me and smiled, clearly she liked what she felt, and that was with it still in his pants.

The two of them walked over to the table, where I was waiting with fresh beers. This time, my wife slid in beside Jeff. I watched as she snuggled up next to him, and I focused on her hand. Was she moving it… like she was giving him a hand job at the table? I didn’t want to say anything, but then she did.

“You were right. Jeff’s hung like a horse,” she said a little too loudly for my taste. Luckily, it was fairly noisy here. “I can barely wrap my fingers around his dick,” she said, smiling.

With her free hand, she downed her beer quickly and pulled him back out onto the dance floor. They moved off to a darker part of the bar, and I strained to watch them. They weren’t dancing anymore, but they were close, and I could tell that Jeff was reaching under her skirt and fingering my wife in public.

She never does things in public unless she’s really turned on, and that’s when I had my thought. Why should we wait until tomorrow?

I watched as my wife bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly. She was cumming on his fingers right here in front of everyone. If she weren’t biting her lip, everyone would know what was going on. Luckily, I don’t think anyone else was paying them any attention.

I paid our tab, so we’d be ready to go when they got back, which was just a minute later or so.

“So, does he pass the test?” I asked my wife.

She smiled at me. “Oh, yeah.”

“So, I was thinking. We don’t have to wait until tomorrow if you both want to head back to our place…”

“Really?” my wife asked, a little too excited, I thought.

“I’d be happy to, if you’re sure you're fine with it.”

“I wouldn’t have invited you if I wasn’t,” I replied.

We all got into our cars and headed back to our apartment. While we were all a little tipsy, we lived only a mile or so from the bar, so it wouldn’t be too hard to get there.

My wife wanted to drive with Jeff, but I wanted her with me. She pouted a little, but got in the car without a word.

“You must really like him… or it, I should say.”

“Oh, he’s going to feel amazing,” she said.

I reached over and put my hand under her skirt.

“Do you want to see how wet I am?”

“I know you’re wet. I saw him fingering you, I just want to finger you as well,” I said as I touched her pussy. “In fact, why don’t you lose your panties. You know you won’t be wearing them much longer anyway,” I said as we pulled into the parking lot for our apartment.

She moaned as we went over a speed bump, and I pushed in a little deeper than normal. As I did, she reached up and pulled her panties off, going full commando. 

“You knew I’d end up like this. Didn’t you?”

“I was definitely hoping for it.”

I had her moaning, and she was close to cumming when I pulled my fingers out. I needed both hands to park in the tight space. This left my wife frustrated and wanting more. Something she will get in just a few minutes.

We walked up to our apartment with Jeff and entered. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and went to ask if anyone wanted something stronger to drink, but my wife had already leapt into Jeff’s arms and was kissing him while working on undoing his belt.

“She get’s like this sometimes,” I said. “I got her all excited in the car, and now she’s looking for some release.”

But instead of getting her what she wanted, I pulled her off Jeff. I swear I could hear her pout. But instead, I pulled her blouse off, and then undid the zipper on the side of her skirt. It easily fell to the ground, and Jeff was now looking at my naked wife.

As I was behind her, I reached around and cupped her breasts in front of him, playing with her nipples, causing her to moan. “She loves this.. And so much more. Honey, I think you need to loosen up a little for Jeff. Why don’t you sit on the sofa and play with yourself.”

“I want...”

I pinched her nipples, cutting her off. “Now,” I whispered in her ear.

She loves being told what to do when she’s super worked up like this. 

I sat in the chair that was at 90 degrees to her, and Jeff just stood where he was, watching her sit on the sofa and spread her legs. She started with a couple of fingers, but soon was working four fingers in and out of her pussy. She wanted to make sure she was really ready.

She stared at me as she came for me… for us.

“I’m ready for him.”

“Oh, I know you are,” I said. “Care to lead him back to our bedroom?”

Jeff followed her, staring at her ass the whole way, which looked amazing in her heels, even though they were her shorter heels.

As he walked into the room, my wife turned and pounced on him again. She went right for his pants and pulled them down, working her way down herself so she could try to suck on his cock.

When it flopped out, it hit her in the face, and she laughed. “This thing is huge. I’m going to love fucking it.”

“Some girls are scared,” Jeff said.

“And I wanna ride it like a rollercoaster.”

She put her mouth to his cock and opened wide, but could barely get more than the head in her tiny mouth. At that moment I was glad, for the first time, that she couldn’t deep-throat me.

Jeff took off his shirt and was trying to step out of his pants, but my wife was in the way. He helped her up, and got out of his pants, then helped her onto the bed. At this point, they were both on autopilot and I couldn’t have stopped them if I wanted to, not that I wanted to.

I watched as my wife spread her legs for him, and he climbed in between them. I sat on a chair we have in the room and watched as my wife’s eyes went wide as he pushed into her for the first time. 

“Ohhhh fuckkkk,” she moaned as he entered her. 

He had experience with this, and went slow, even though they had worked her up more than enough. I guess when your dick is the size of one of those energy drinks; you need a little more and just being wet.

I watched as he pushed in, slowly at first, letting her get used to his size. Then he started moving faster and faster. She was cumming in no time as he reached places no man had reached on her before. I’m sure our neighbors heard, of course, it wasn’t the first time they heard my wife getting fucked - at least they usually don’t say anything, although I’ve gotten a few knowing looks in the mornings after from time to time. I wonder what types of looks I’ll be getting now.

I reached over and held my wife’s hand as she came on his cock a second time. This time she wrapped her legs around him as best she could, trying to hold him deep. Luckily, he put on a condom, as she wouldn’t let go even when he said he was about to cum.

Watching him arch his back to push deeper into her as she was orgasming was even better than I had imagined.

As they finished, she released Jeff, and he rolled off her, finally sitting up and looking at her naked and used body, just as I was.

“That was fun,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an audience before,” he continued.

“Well, it was amazing to watch. I am so turned on right now,” I said, looking at my wife. “Think you can handle some more?”

“More,” she moaned at me as I stripped off my clothes.

Jeff moved to the side and watched as I put my wife’s legs up over my shoulders to get extra deep on her. I fucked her hard and fast. I could tell she was looser already having been opened up by Jeff, but I didn’t care. She still felt great, and she orgasmed for me once again. This time, it was my turn to cum, and I emptied myself into her waiting pussy.

Jeff was still naked, and watching my wife as I climbed off her, my cum leaking out of her.

“Oh, that felt so good,” my wife said. “I could go for that anytime.”

“Well, we talked about meeting up tomorrow… we still could,” Jeff offered. Clearly, he enjoyed my wife.

“Or you could spend the night?”

“I don’t know if I could handle the two of you for a few more rounds,” my wife said. “I need to recover.”

I laughed a little, as did Jeff.

“Then maybe we could try your fantasy of a threesome,” I suggested.

My wife just smiled at that.

I threw on some clothes, as did Jeff, and walked him to the door.

“When you told me she was wild, I didn’t think she would be that wild,” he said.

“I hope that’s not a problem.”

“Hell no. I love it, and I’ll definitely be seeing you tomorrow. We’ll figure out then if she wants us to tag team her, or take her on at the same time.”

Why do you masturbate? I mean, I know why, but… why? Like why now, and not later? Why yesterday and not today… or… well, you get the idea.

As for me, well, I can't seem to stop touching myself. I've always loved doing it, and as a teenager, would sometimes push a guy out of the way so I could finally orgasm. Sure, I'd do it under the guise of teaching them how to touch me, but it was really so I could finally get off.

And boy, did I touch myself a lot back then. It was better than sex, most of the time. So I'd be doing it morning, noon, and night. Luckily, I had my own room and could lock the door. Unfortunately, the guys seemed to do not know what they were doing. And while some girls were the type to never touch themselves, I just did it all the time. I just didn't always admit I did it.

Well, I thought as I grew up, sex would get better (it did) and I wouldn't need to touch myself so often (but I continue to). If anything, I get horny even easier and therefore need to touch myself even more… and in more daring places. 

The risk of getting caught makes it better. And no, I don't mean like masturbating with your bedroom door unlocked kind of risk, or even with the door open. I mean, something with actual risk.

I mean doing it in public restrooms, or in a changing room, or even sometimes at my desk at work. Sure, I try to make sure no one is there; I don't want to get fired after all. But there is always the risk that someone could come in. The riskier, the better it seemed. 

At work, I find myself attracted to several men, and I always seem to need to go home to masturbate if I see them in the afternoon. Unfortunately, it's only in the afternoon when I see them, and I'm not ready to do it on the bus - at least not yet.

However, Ted, a new hire, is in my office the entire day, and he's quite… well, to me at least… Well, I get wet every time I see him. And seeing him six or seven hours a day… well… I'm quite wet all the time it seems.

I've had to run to the bathroom a few times a day recently. I'm sure before long people will start talking about me, if they only knew. Those broad shoulders, goes nicely with his muscular arms. I don't know why a guy in an office job needs those muscles, but I can't help thinking about him holding me down as I let him have his way with me over and over again.

The sucky thing is, he has a girlfriend, and he doesn't seem to have eyes for anyone else. At least not in the office… and at least not me.

But that doesn't mean I don't fantasize about him all the time. Filling me with his dick, and putting all those babies in me… Oh, I want him so bad. At least I can think about him when I touch myself, even if I'm touching myself twice as often as I used to.

We had been working on setting up for a big presentation. It was just him and me in the conference room, and I couldn't help but imagine him bending me over that huge table and roughly taking me from behind… or laying me down on the table, and using my body for his pleasure while the meeting participants watched.

I squeezed my legs so tight, I nearly came right there in front of him, while just fantasizing about him. I was about to excuse myself again when he told me he had to go pick up the desserts for the meeting. 

The bigwigs were all out having lunch, but they were coming back for the second half of the meeting, and snacks were to be provided. Since he was going to get them, I was left alone in the room.

Most everyone in the office was gone for lunch, so looking around and seeing no one immediately near the conference room, I figured I had some time to myself.

I stood on the far side of the door, facing the outside window. I knew no one could see me ten floors up, although I wondered how hot it would be to have the window cleaners get a little peek. Would that be the highlight of their day, their week… probably even more. I could only hope so.

I pulled my panties down to my ankles. Should I just not wear them? I felt like they held my smell, and I wasn't sure how many people could pick up and tell how horny I always was because of them.

I lifted my skirt up above my waist. I was totally exposed to the outside world. I had never been so daring, and I found it was exciting me even more before I had even touched myself.

I moved my hand down between my legs, running it over my closely trimmed landing strip. My pussy lips were right there, and like so many thousands of times before, I touched myself.

I wasn't shy about it either. I rubbed the outside of my pussy only a few times before plunging two fingers into me. It felt so damn good, moving in and out.

I thought about the fancy dinner the executives were having, and knew I would rather be here, masturbating. I know that most of them would also probably rather be here watching me if they had a chance. I would have gotten off even harder with an audience. Of course, the audience I really wanted had just left, not that I was bold enough to tell him so early, or while he had a girlfriend. I could find plenty of other guys to do that with if I wanted.

I was close to cumming, and fully in my own little world. My eyes were closed tight as I felt that ultimate release as I shoved a third finger into my pussy. "Oh, fuck," I whispered to myself, biting my lip, trying to keep from screaming in pleasure like I wanted to. I didn't want my co-workers to come running to find out if I was alright, when I clearly was… nor did I want to lose my job.

My orgasm continued as I thought about my new co-worker. "Oh, Ted," I said, barely audible, or so I thought. "Oh, yes." And then, my orgasm faded.

I leaned back against the conference table. My bare ass, feeling the cool wood tabletop. I wondered who would be sitting here, where my ass has now been.

"That was… unexpected," I heard a voice. "And just absolutely lovely."

I turned quickly, my dress still partially pulled up. It was Ted. I cursed under my breath. I had been caught.

"I forgot my phone," he said, holding it up. "Don't worry, I didn't take any photos… you can check if you want. But I couldn't look away, and I figured you wouldn't mind, since this is… well… a little public."

I just nodded. "You watched? How much…"

"I don't know, but I saw the good part… and I heard you call my name."

I blushed a little. "I guess my secret is out. But I know you can't. I won't..."

"Because we work together?"

I shook my head no. I'd slept with lots of coworkers over the last few years. I guess I qualified for the office slut if I was being honest. "You're dating someone."

"She broke up with me last week."

"Oh," I said, maybe a little too excitedly.

"Maybe we can go out sometime… or, if you just want to... You know…"

"Play with myself in front of you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to that either."

During the conversation, he had walked around the table to be next to me.

"And what would you want to do?" I asked, looking down at his crotch. I could see he was quite excited, which turned me on even more. I was going to have to play with myself again soon.

"Um…" he was a little shy.

"Would you put on a show like I did?"

"If you want, but I like to have two somes… if you know what I mean."

I realized my panties were still down around my ankles, and my dress was still hiked up pretty high, and he was staring.

I reached over and ran my hand over his crotch. "I think I know what you want," I teased. 

He took my dirty hand in his and lifted it to his face. He inhaled deeply, smelling my sex on my fingers, before opening his mouth and sucking on them one by one. 

My knees got weak as he sucked the juices off my fingers, holding that dirty hand in one of his, and then taking his other hand and pressing it against my stomach. 

As he seductively sucked on my fingers, his hand moved lower and lower, till he could feel the hairs of my landing strip. "Don't stop," I breathlessly whispered to him.

His hand crept lower till his fingers were touching my pussy lips. It was just as I wanted. He rubbed my pussy lips, still wet, as he continued to lick the last drops of sex off my fingers.

He stared into my eyes as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside me. The two of them were thicker than the three I had given myself. I gasp as they penetrated my used pussy.

"How often do you touch yourself?"

"As much as I can," I answered him honestly.

"How often?"

"Three, four times a day…"

His mouth opened in shock.

"... at least. Often more."

He smiled mischievously at that. "Well, if you need assistance," he said as I started to cum on his fingers.

My knees buckled, and he helped me stay upright without stopping his assault on my pussy. I moaned as I orgasmed, trying to do it into his shoulder. I knew people would be returning soon.

As my orgasm faded, he withdrew his fingers from me. He sucked on one finger, and then offered me his middle finger, which I sucked clean. 

"Good girl," he told me, as I blushed like a little schoolgirl in front of him.

"If you want, I can help you out some, and it would probably be a lot more fun."

I stood and let my dress fall as the door to the conference room opened.

"Is everything ready?" It was our immediate boss. She was just checking on everything.

"I just have to pick up the desserts," Ted said.

"Why don't you both get them? I had to expand the order, and it might take more than one person."

I looked at Ted and smiled.

"Good thing I didn't leave early and made sure everything was taken care of here first," he said.

My boss just grunted, and she left us.

I went to pull up my panties, and Ted stopped me, holding out his hand. I stepped out of them instead and handed them to him. 

"No need for these today," he informed me as he put them in his pocket. "Maybe you can get them back tonight, when we finish..."

As I got into his car, I buckled up. "I'm told that guys can't handle me. I can be a bit… much."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said as he turned to me and kissed me.

As we kissed, he took my hand and led it to his crotch. There he worked on pulling out his dick in front of me. "I only give as good as I get," he said. 

I smiled and stroked his dick for him. As I did, he took his other hand and led it between my legs. I smiled some more. 

Some guys get upset when you pay attention to yourself. Others love to just watch you. Ted seemed a little different, and very sexual himself.

"If you want to know," he said, looking at me before he started his car. "My last girlfriend had a hard time keeping up with me. I hope not to have that problem with you."

"All my boyfriends have had a hard time keeping up with me. I'm hoping you'll be different too."

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