"What the fucked happened last night..." was the thought that entered my mind as I groggily woke up from my slumber.
My name is Mallory, I am happily married to Michael. We have had an adventurous sex life, we have never been against trying things. Many times we had had threesomes or more usually with women but sometimes with other men or couples as well. Michael and I had even discussed joining the local swingers club. Our favorite activity has been meeting women at a club and bringing them back home for fun. Which is the exact thing we thought we were doing last night.
I had dressed up in my favorite black party dress. Under that I had put on a pair of cute pink panties and bra with black fishnet stockings. I was dressed to kill, or at least to pick up a good looking girl to bring home. Michael who was dressed in nice slacks and v neck tee shirt looked even better. My husband is a very handsome man and very vibrant and charismatic with the kind of smile that makes his eyes light up which makes it even easier for us to pick up women. I am 36 and he is 38 but that has not stopped us from picking up and fooling around with girls and guys much younger than us.
Well, like I said, last night we went to a local dance club with the intention of picking up a hot, sexy girl to play with. And we found one, or more accurately, she found us. Taylor, a hot blonde at the club, seduced Michael right in front of me and without my OK. She took him home and they fucked hard and furious. I was not happy about how things went down and yet at the same time I have never been more turned on or cum harder than I did as I watched and cleaned them up. It was the weirdest night and strangest I have ever felt.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep on her couch was him cumming deep inside her pussy as I came underneath them. Now as I felt the sun on my face, I slowly began to wake up and realize I was on the couch alone. The events of the night before kept replaying over and over in my mind.
Starting with the image of seeing her for the first time at the club. A sexy, hot blonde in a tight red dress standing on the edge of the dance floor as we drank at the bar scoping for women. Even in the memory going through my brain I thought she was one of the best looking women I have ever seen in person. She seemed like she was a few years younger than us, taller than me, and had bigger breasts.
And then all the subsequent times we saw and noticed her on the periphery. Her dancing with Michael ignoring my existence from the get go. The best memory of the night though was when her clothes came off and I laid eyes on the sexiest, tightest little body ever as she fucked my husband right in front of me. Me being mad and horny at the same time, me wanting to stop what was happening but being crippled to do so because the sight of his pleasure was too much for me.
Seeing his face look so satisfied as his long hard cock entered her. But also being pissed off that neither of them cared that I was there, "Fuckkkk..." I thought as my brain finally startled awake. "Shit, where are they?"
I was alone on her couch, I was wide awake now but not ready to move. I looked around. Her house was exquisite and obvious that she was doing great for herself. Michael and I did well too but she seemed to be doing even better. I sat up naked but with a blanket on me. I wondered where it came from. The sun was coming through a skylight above me and it was quiet.
I stood up and tied the blanket around me as I started to explore her house. Finding no one on the ground floor I headed up the stairs. Wandering through her house I couldn't help but notice she had great taste in decor. I came to a door at the end of the hallway with the door closed. All the other doors had been open revealing two rooms with beds and what was obviously an office. I stood at the closed door and put my ear to it to see if I could hear anything. I couldn't, like the rest of the house it was silent.
I was reluctant to open the door not knowing or even wanting to know what I would find. I had kind of come to terms with what had happened only a few hours before. The image of her face in ecstasy as she took him in her was still in my head. Part of it was fun but this was the only time it would happen. I was sure of that.
I did not want to find them sleeping in each others arms. That would be the crushing blow I couldn't handle. Obviously at some point after I fell asleep they had gone somewhere, I assumed on the other side of this door. Did they fuck some more or just sleep together. Fucking I could deal with but not the intimacy of cuddling and sleeping together.
If I opened the door and found her in his arms as they spooned I was sure I would vomit. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Tears forming in my eyes I peeked around the door to see Michael laying on a bed naked and half exposed and half under covers. Just like at home.
"Michael?" I inquired sheepishly.
"Honey" he responded quickly but quietly.
Fighting back tears, "I am want to go home." I gasped, "Please?"
He got out of the bed and walked toward me naked his cock dangling back and forth as he walked over and then held me in his arms. I loved this man but he fucked another woman last night. It was not the first time he had had sex with another girl but none of the others was like this. This time was very demeaning and humiliating to me. The other times I was an active and willing participant. I was sad and angry. But all that was forgotten as he held me tightly in his arms. I cried gently.
"I love you," Michael said to me and I felt it from the warmth of his naked body. "Are you ready then?"
"Yes, let's go," I said as I looked up at him with my wet puppy dog eyes. He leaned down and kissed me. Not a romantic kiss but an I love you kiss. We headed downstairs to our clothes and dressed quietly. Taylor was no where to be found. Michael called us a cab since her car was gone.
"Do you know where she is?" I couldn't say her name. Not yet anyway. I knew we would have to talk about it but not now.
"Honestly I have no idea Mal. When I woke up she was gone"
"When did you guys go to the bed? Did you...?" I started to ask if they had done more after I fell asleep. I thought it was important, but too important to discuss now. "No,no don't tell me. Not yet."
He wrapped his arms around me again. His hugs always made me feel better even when I was mad at him. I wasn't mad at him though. I am not sure how I felt. With his arms around me the image of her big but perky tits popping out of her bra as she removed it replayed in mind. My pussy tingled at the thought. I could not have been more confused.
The taxi arrived and we left Taylor's house for what I assumed was the first and last time. The cab ride back to the club for our car was very quiet. The car ride home was not as quiet but was mostly filled with Tom Petty, our favorite, playing from the stereo and meaningless chit chat.
Looking at Michael as he had his hand on my bare thigh and knowing that he truly did love me was making me feel better and more confident again. So instead of trepidation thinking about last nights events I was remembering the sexy hot stuff. Like how pretty Taylor was and how pleased Michael got.
When I had dressed at Taylor's I didn't put on my undergarments. They were quite soiled from my wetness so there was no point. So now as I sat in the car as he drove us home my bare pussy's juice started flowing. Picturing his cock going in and out of her tight little pussy. Her tits bouncing as she mounted and fucked him. "Mmmm," I was thinking. If I could have I would have mounted Michael as he drove.
As soon as we opened the door I could not hold back my lust any longer. I had to have him. And I did. I opened the door and walked in, him behind me closing the door. I turned around and attacked him. My hands reaching for his belt to undo it, then his button and zipper, and I pulled down his pants going to my knees. His cock was as hard as I remember seeing it the night before.
I grabbed the base of his 9 inch cock and put the tip of it in my mouth. My hand moved and then both were on his hips as I engulfed the length of his cock. He moaned with pleasure which made me grip him harder as my head bobbed back and forth for a minute or two.
He pulled me up put me on the couch, but not gently. He was primal. I laid on my back and opened my legs for him. He took no time in entering me. He fucked me hard and good. He slid in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. I came almost instantly.
He was going at me furiously as I came again and again. "Fuck me Michael," I moaned as he pounded me. "Yes, yes yes...FUCK."
His movement slowed down briefly as he gathered himself. He slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out of me. I wrapped my legs around his back wanting his cock in me again. He held that position a second as he looked at me and smiled. Michael pushed his cock back in slow then back out again before shoving it in deep and hard.
I felt his body shudder and tighten. My pussy also tightened around his cock as his sperm filled up the spaces inside me. My final orgasm was the most intense I remember ever having. Michael kept pushing his cock into me. I could feel it pulsating in rhythm with me.
My body was spent already. His too as he laid on me. I could feel him softening as his now flaccid cock slipped out of me. We laid there in each others arms for a few moments before I had to get up.
"I need a shower honey..."
When I got out of the shower refreshed I dried off and did the things women do in the bathroom after a shower. I then put on my robe and walked to the kitchen. I was famished and could smell that Michael had been making breakfast. I walked passed my daughters empty bedroom. Glad that she was at her Dad's this week.
She was 16 and I had raised her alone for quite awhile after her dad left us and before he matured and came back to be a Dad. She was a free spirited girl not unlike her mother but still I was glad she wasn't home to hear what her step dad and I had just done in the living room. Or more importantly to hear the conversation Michael and I would soon be having.
Scrambled eggs and fried potatoes. My favorite, especially after a long night of drinking and kinkiness. Michael had already eaten his portion as he pulled out the chair for me to sit, "What a gentleman you are."
"Enjoy honey, I need a shower now," He kissed me on the forehead as he rubbed my shoulders. Another of my favorite gestures. Michael really knew how to make me feel loved.
I ate. Being a man he didn't take nearly as long as I did in the bathroom and shortly he had returned to the kitchen still a bit damp. He was wearing sweats and tight t shirt and looked damn good as he sat down.
"So..." I said knowing now was the time. "So about last night... That was not even remotely what I thought was going to happen when we left here."
