Stag

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I have always thought of it as my job to help convert other ladies into the hotwife life, and it was something I was fairly good at, if I do say so myself.

I'd say I convince nearly half the people I talk to into taking a lover, with their husband's permission, or even converting them into swingers. The guys are often easier to convince of that… 

I wonder why? Could it be that when I talk to them about it, I'm often wearing a nearly see-through white shirt with no bra? Or that it's halfway unbuttoned, or more? Or that my nipples are always standing at attention, and that seems to get their attention? And yes, the husbands all love to look at me, but a fair number of wives do so as well.

Who knows the mysteries of what goes through a man's head when you talk to him about getting fucked a lot more?

Well, Melissa was the latest person I had convinced to try it. "Just once," she said to her husband, who was curious to watch his wife with another man.

I told him we should do it right away because I could tell how horny they both were just thinking about it, and I didn't want them to back out.

Luckily, my husband was more than willing to volunteer. And sure, while we're both middle-aged now, we're also both in great shape and better looking than the average person… and not just the average person our age.

Of course Melissa was even better looking than me, if I were being honest. I mean, I would totally do her if I was a guy… and even as a girl I was planning on trying to find a way to convince her to join me for some naughty fun.

Melissa was a little hesitant at first, but soon my husband was stripping her naked in front of her husband. I sat by her husband and whispered naughty words of encouragement to him. I hate it when husbands get all jealous… and a few rubs of his cock over his slacks always seems to remind him he's still hers, and he'll still get to fuck her, and maybe even soon.

My husband picked her up and carried her naked body to our bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed. He left her clothes so she wouldn't be tempted to get dressed and leave too soon. He was kissing down her body, devouring it wholly, and her body was definitely responding.

Carl, Melissa's husband, and I followed them and found my husband leaving a trail of kisses down her chest and between her legs. No girl ever had to ask my husband to go down on her. He absolutely loved going down on a wet, juicy pussy. 

I could hear her moaning as he spread her lips with his tongue. I had been on the receiving end of that tongue many times. I knew how he was piercing her pussy with a couple of fingers while he sucked on her lips, working up to play with her clit. How those fingers were working deeper and deeper into her, as he worked longer and longer on her pussy.

I watched as she arched her back, begging for more.

"Doesn't she look so sexy? I bet this is turning you on so much," I said, as I gripped his hard cock through his pants. I'd never let them take their clothes off yet. That has to wait, and I was making sure everything went in the right order.

"Oh, fuck," she called out, just as I have many times over and over.

As my husband pleased her, he was also slowly undoing his own pants, sliding them down as best he could.

As her orgasm finally faded, he kissed back up her body, pausing for a bit at her nipples, while continuing to finger her wet and waiting pussy.

He helped roll her to her side so she could see him as he stood beside the bed now. His pants had fallen to the ground, and he removed his shirt. His muscles were showing, and she liked what she saw. 

She reached out for his boxers and slowly removed them, gasping as she wrapped her small hand around his manhood. It was something she hadn't done, besides to her husband, since they had gotten married.

I thought back to the first time I experienced a man other than my husband. It was so exciting, if for that reason alone. However, I know my husband is also a great lover, and she'd have plenty to enjoy, let alone the several orgasms she's already had.

I watched my husband lift her legs up and pin them over his shoulders as he slid in and fucked her nice and deep. The cock ring he wore would brush up against her clit with every thrust, and she moaned louder and louder as he hit all the right spots deep inside her.

I held her husband's hand as she came again, and then a second time from my husband fucking her. "She's so fucking sexy like this." I ran my hand over the tent in his pants. "I can tell how much you like it. And when you fuck her the next time… oh, the both of you will see stars."

My husband pulled out of her and grabbed her hips, flipping her over. She got up on her hands and knees, and he went to licking her pussy from behind for a minute to calm himself down. He was good at making sex last, and I loved him for it, and so did our new friend here. He then went to town, pounding her from behind. She had started on her hands and knees, but soon was lying flat on the bed as my husband thrust deep inside her.

I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. She was officially cum drunk, and would do anything to feel like this again, and again, and again… I smiled, knowing how I had converted this sweet young wife into an extremely sexy hotwife.

Carl tried to take his pants off, but I stopped him. "Not yet. Wait, and you'll find a new sexually awakened wife who will do anything with and for you," I teased.

My husband pulled out once again. He looked over at me, and I flashed him a smile. He sat on the bed, and pulled Melissa up onto his lap. She rocked back and forth, with his cock deep in her pussy, the ring tickling her clit every second she was there. She just moaned as he sucked on her amazing tits. 

I pulled off my shirt. I wore no bra under it, and then I slid my skirt off. I wore no panties either, and I let Carl feel my pussy. "I get so turned on watching him… just like you get turned on watching her… don't you?"

Carl just mumbled an agreement as his pretty house wife came all over another man's cock. I had lost count of how many orgasms my husband had given her, but it was a lot.

He picked Melissa up and told her to get on her knees. I ran over to her.

I looked up at my husband and pointed Melissa to look up at him as well. "Cover our faces, dear," I told him, watching him stroke himself. "Give us your cum."

Carl looked like he was going to say she didn't do that, but Melissa never said a word. Instead, she smiled as the first rope of cum landed on us, then another, and another. We were both a mess. Cum was on my face and tits, and Melissa's face and hair.

I leaned forward and took my husband's cock in my mouth. "Oh, yummy," I said. I looked at Carl. "Your wife tastes as good as she looks, doesn't she?"

He just mumbled something.

"I know you want to fuck her. Want to fuck her now? Right here? Come on, do it. Do your wife in front of us," I encouraged him.

He was so turned on it didn't take much. My husband and I watched as he took off his pants and led Melissa onto the bed, her legs hanging off the side. He slid right into her awaiting pussy, and moaned.

I came up behind him. "That's it," I said, whispering into his ear. "Fuck your sexy hotwife. Give what she wants. Reclaim that used pussy," I teased him, pressed up against his body; he could feel mine. 

I reached around and rubbed Melissa's clit, making sure she came again. I knew her husband couldn't last long like this. "Cover your pretty wife in cum. Make her a sexy cum slut," I teased.

He pulled out and shot his load, from her belly to her tits and a little beyond. She was a mess, and I loved it. There was nothing left for him, so I turned him around and, bending over, I took his cock into my mouth as well. "Oh, you two taste so good together," I said, sucking his cock and tasting her cum.

"If she wants to swing, I'd be happy to fuck you," I teased, while offering a hand to Melissa. "But for now, I think your wife needs to wash up. You stay here and relax. Honey, get him a beer, why don't you. He's earned it."

I took Melissa into the shower; her body was a little weak, but she was happy… very happy.

"I can't believe I did any of that," she said.

I just smiled. "Wasn't that fun?"

"Yeah… I'm so horny… still… I can't believe I let them cum on me. I never do that. What have I become?"

"When the sex is good, I mean fantastic, you'll do all types of things you never thought you'd do," I said, rubbing her tits as I washed the cum off. I spent way more time than was necessary, and soon had leaned in and kissed her.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I stopped.

"I didn't say you had to stop… I can't believe I want you to do that. I've never kissed a girl, or anything else… I… I…"

I went in and started to finger her pussy while I kissed her some more.

"Oh, fuck," she said quietly as I pushed a third finger into her. "Oh, fuck," she said a little louder. "I've never done this…"

"Do you want me to stop?" I said so close our lips were practically touching.

"No. Never. Keep going."

So I did, and this time, I started kissing her neck, and then down her chest to her tits.

"Oh, FUCK," she said, before she just started grunting again.

Both our husbands came into the bathroom and watched as I fucked Melissa against the wall with my fingers, as she came yet again, this time for the first time with a girl.

"I didn't think today could get any hotter," Carl said as her orgasm finally faded. He had only put his boxers back on, and I could clearly see he was ready to fuck again.

"If you think this is hot, wait until you see some of the things we do. And I'll be more than happy to lead your cute little wife into all the naughty things she can do," I said, kissing her once again. "That is, unless you think you're up for some more now."

"No, no more… not now…" she said, exhausted.

"Well enough," I said, leading her out of the shower and helping to dry her off. "But after all this sex, I need to get laid," I said, taking my husband by the hand and leading him to the bed.

Carl and Melissa followed us, which I didn't mind at all. I lay on the bed, my legs spread, rubbing my pussy. "So who's going to fuck me first… that is, if you won't mind your husband fucking other girls."

"I don't think I normally would… but for now, I'm too sore, so I'll allow it."

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