FabSwingers.com forum: Flash back. My first slut wife

By *heobearjumanji OP Man
over a year ago

london

Just so you get an image of me I'm a 32 Black M from london. If you want a better image? (Stalk my profile you degenerate perv. Your here already arent you?)

After what could be described as a day forged from the fantasy of a filthy minded Fabbers's first porn project, you know... the one where 2 fellow gooning Fabbers end up going from a VERY BRIEF conversation to a hotel room within an hour??... aheemm! Anyway story for another time... I tend to type how i think so think of this more as a rambling of filthy things not many know about me rather than a "confesion".... Potato, Potato...

As I was saying I was inspired by a certain little muse to post about one of the nasty events that has happened to me. Oh and this isnt really an opinion piece so whether you believe me or not isn't really in question. oh and finally. spelling? grammar? punctuation? terms and conditions applied? Got an issue with it? Just edit it and send it back to me??.

When I was in my twenties and worked at a certain establishment (in my spare time I'd spend time in the early days of nswf content...r.i.p Tumblr). My "manager" for lack of a better word was pretty much a dick head the whole year except on xmas where it was customary for him to invite the staff over at his house, get very very wasted and pass out... at his house... Where he lived... With his wife... See where this is going yet?

Well I'd been there the last 2 years so I'd met said wife and a few fly flirtatious coments had been exchanged her and there. Nothing too crazy but nothing that was ever to be said in front of her man.

My manager was in his d*unken wasted state and was basically knocked out on the sofa downstairs while me and another guy helped the wife clear up. he left and I.... very slowly prepared to book my uber while talking more with the wife. Very quicky questions were asked about sex and what we were both into. She'd ask almost innocently "so how do you like for a girl to give you head?" And I'd take her taunt and reply something like "well if you was sucking my cock i would want you to make it sloppy as fuck. *looking directly in her eyes*I'd want your fucking spit dripping all over my cock and balls and for you to gag loudly over and over again. I love that first breath of air taken in by a girl after I've held her head down and she gasp... or you know just kinda lick the tip a bit or something". Then resume sipping on my drink like i'd just told her what the time was. A few more moments like that and I knew 3 things about her. She wasn't really having sex. She was always horny as fuck and fucking herself a lot (a box of toys was displayed before the jury... it was... extensive)

A fake hug that lasts for too long leads to a slow then passionate kiss which then turns into me with my hand against her neck pushing her up against the wall with my thigh between her legs making her grind her pussy all over my leg while i tell her "you have any idea how much i've wanted to fucking have my hands on you all night." She looks me dead in the eye "that coz you wanna fuck me like a dirty slut?"...

Something inside me broke...

Anyone who's aquired a taste for talking nasty understands that when someone means their words, there is a spike in the temperature in the room that can't quite be put into words. From there she found herself on her knees attempting to do exactly what id described earlier "fuuuck!!! Gag on this fuckknnng cock" (no i spelled that right... thats how I whispered it). hahaha im sorry it's weird to write it but you get my point. couldnt exactly scream the house down.

Where things hit a fever pitch is after fucking in the kitchen for about 5 minutes I took her down stairs to the area just before the living room and made her peek her head out while bending over and look at her man as I fucked doggy her telling her (in a whisper obviously) "your going to fuck yourself knowing you took my cock and loved it more than your man's cock you dirty little fucking slut!" stroking her pussy over and over again pushing her head further and further into the room feeling her push back against me but only just enough so she feel every inch of this dick push deep in her.

Final twist in the story was that she did not mention that she was a squirter so imagine my surprise hearing her whisper "fuck! fuck! fuck! no.. no.. shit! im gonna... ohhh!" I litterally felt her pussy push my cock out while she squirted all over my leg, hers, the floor, my life, my jeans at my ankles, the boxers in my jeans... (yes i did the penguin walk down the stairs to the livingroom. What can I say I was motivated).

I'm not gonna lie there was something perversely satisfying about watching the wife mopping up her mess with a filthy glint in her eye.. hmmm ok that might have been the fear he'd wake up in her eyes. I did get a couple more kisses and some head before I left sooo we'll say that was a win.