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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I am sure that statement will apply to most men, but my husband wins first prize ????. Or is it me who does????
We were laid in bed just chatting wondering what the day ahead had in store. I was feeling rather naughty n wild. I asked him who in the world he would most like to fuck, given the chance of course! His answer was text book! "you of course my darling" rubbish I thought and so did he. He gets to fuck me daily, once, twice, three times his choice, that's just a ruling in marriage isn't it?? Or so he says. Therefore I am not his real fantasy am I?? He thought about it for a while then plucked some random name out of the air. Mmmmmmm this needed sorting out I thought. I therefore challenged him to a dual. The deal is this, we both go for a night out separate (ish) and we both find someone we fancied. The challenge was the first to get a fuck won. So that very evening we both got dolled up n off we went with our own groups of friends. The only rule was that it had to be a stranger and not prearranged meet ie swingers etc!! I wore the smallest sexiest number I could find ??.my huge tits compressed into the tiny little black number. It fitted me to perfection. Moulding itself around my gorgeous tanned body. Smothering my flat tummy n cupping round my pert arse cheeks. I was wet before we even set off. My girlfriends are all hot so I knew we wouldn't struggle to get the men's attention. The first pub I went into there I found my first victim (victim as if). I casually made it clear I was interested, and moments later I was in. I stood chatting for a min or so then down to business! As he leaned forward to talk in my ear I put my arm around him running my nails all over his arse cheeks. Giggling to every word he said in a playful fuckme kind of tone. We both knew what I wanted, well we both wanted by now. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my bare legs. I pushed back just as hard moving up n down his shaft. He thought it was Christmas I am sure. A final whisper n we left the pub hand in hand. My husband was across the room with his friends still on first base as far as I could see. I smiled as I left making sure he knew exactly what I was about to go and do. Get fucked by a complete stranger I had known for 20 mins. Mmmmmmmm yes please. My car was just around the corner so very soon he was tearing my clothes apart. He was pulling at my clothing to get inside. I fucking loved it. I laid backwards on the seat n told him to fuck me like a slut, like a fucking filthy slut deserves to be fucked. after all That is what i am. He did as I asked, in fact it almost stepped over the line if u know what I mean. My oozed the smelt of perfume, alcohol mixed with cunts n cum. . Perfect.
After he had finished fucking me up my tight little ring he pulled it out, grabbed my hair and forced it down my throat. He pounded it until it exploded and filled me with hot thick fuck cum. I swallowed of course.i said thank u and off he went. I didn't even ask his name. I did not realise this game was going to be so good. My husband returned home later that evening fairly tipsy and goalless. Oh dear dear I said u need to try harder. He climbed in bed beside me and I kissed him. Did he like the taste?? Who knows?? I liked the thought of him tasting another mans pleasure juice from inside my mouth. Mmmmm how very naughty.
We fucked like never before. Hotter, steamier, wilder, everything was on another level. To my surprise he did not mention it once! Not a single word. I didn't either but closed my eyes and pictured my new fuck buddy as my husband pounded me deeper and deeper. Wishing he was fucking me again and again. I liked this strange feeling i was having and wanted to do it more and more. I knew it wouldn't not be long.
The following day I woke bright and early leaving him sleeping. My pussy ached. I wanted cock but not my husbands. I wanted it now......... To be cont........,,,
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