Exhibitionist Wife From Wedding On

My husband really loves me. I know he does. He is very kind and he always showers me with his love. I really couldn't get a better husband. He is perfect in every way. He is the only lover that I have ever had. And he excites me to no end. He can literally keep me orgasming for hours. I'm not exaggerating. He really can. And it is not because of his big cock or staying power. My husbands cock is as long as my hand is wide. I know that is supposed to be small, but he feels wonderful inside of me. The way he uses it inside of me just makes me orgasm like crazy.

Sure, he has never reached my G spot with his penis, but he easily does that with his fingers while sucking on my big clit. And oh my fucking god can my man ever eat pussy!

On our wedding night, he licked and sucked me through so very many orgasms. Then with lips wrapped around my swollen clit, he sucked and licked, edging me until my whole body was shaking. Then he powered me through the longest and most intense orgasm of my life. I literally passed out from pleasure. As I was slowly becoming aware of existence beyond my orgasmic state, I could feel him kissing his way up my now sweat coated body.

His kisses reached my left nipple, and oh my god. He started sucking it like I had a big swollen clit mounted on my full breast. Ohhhhh, fuck me, that felt sooooo good!

My body was literally shaking with pleasure as I felt his extremely hard penis sliding within the folds of my very wet lips. His penis pressed against my hymen, pushing, sliding against it, pleasurizing me with its touch. His cockhead felt so good. As I felt it push deeper, slowly tearing itself through my hymen, I rocked my hips up, meeting his thrust, driving him into me, I was swept away with my first vaginal orgasm. Oh my fucking god it felt so fucking good. A little stinging pain. Oh, but the feeling of his super hard cock inside of me! Damn he felt so incredibly good.

He fucked me a long time that night. Well he almost always does that, he is a good lover. That night was really special. He rocked his hips, keeping constant contact with my excited clit. His penis moving around in me sending incredible feelings of enjoyment within the first few inches of my vagina, making my whole vagina quiver and contract around him in pure delight. He really knows how to move his penis back and forth, around and round, up and down, without losing contact with my clit. I can have so many truly delightful orgasms while he does this in me. Oh fuck yes!

Our wedding night was honestly the best night of my life. We made wild passionate love almost all night long. I peed for the first time in my life in front of a man that night. Someone besides me bathed me that night, as my new husband lovingly soaped me up and took my anal virginity in the shower, giving me my first anal orgasm. No body ever told me before, that having a wet slippery cock in my ass would feel so good, or that there was even such a thing as anal orgasms. But oh my goodness,,, they are oh so real. I'm addicted to them now.

We made love past when the sun came up. Then my new father in law arrived bearing coffee. Perfect timing. I sat up in bed, drawing the sheet over my nakedness as my husband, naked, opened the hotel room door and let his horny flirtatious dad in with the coffee.

I was very grateful for the coffee. But being naked in the room with the man who over the last year, had boldly flirted with me, hugged me, kissed me and often tried fondling my full breasts and round ass, right in front of everyone like it was completely his right to do so, really bothered me. My then boyfriend never said, or did, anything. He just smiled. When his dad would tell him how cute and fuckable I looked, my boyfriend would just smile and say, "I know dad. I can't wait to fuck her". His dad would always pull me close to him and whisper in my ear, "Me too!".

Yes, I was always very uncomfortable being around his dad. I didn't know what to think. Was his behavior really alright? Should I be upset, instead of getting wet when he touched me? His dads advances became more frequent and intimate. Easily maneuvering me into being near to slide his cock or his hands across my ass. Sliding his erection against me during his many many hugs. Everyone ignored his obviously humping me and just said, "John is a hugger, don't worry about it. His hugs only mean he like you and enjoys your company". Seriously people. Can't you see the hard cock, the humping, or my constantly removing his hands from my breasts?

Now here this blatantly horny man is, sitting way to close to me, coffee in hand, looking at my hard nipples poking through the sheet, touching his seemingly always hard cock with the fingers of his other hand. My husband is sitting next to the bed in a chair, watching us with that huge smile he gets whenever his dad gets near me. He is drinking coffee, while slowly stroking his cock with thumb and two fingers. His cock is rock hard. I think... WTF is going on here!

Dad stands up, goes over to his coat and brings out a pint bottle of some brown liquid. Bourbon, I'm guessing, by the smell as he opens the bottle, and pours about a shots worth in each of our coffees. Oh no, I'm, thinking. Coffee and Bourbon will only make me want to pee. I am NOT walking naked to the toilet in front of this horny man. No fucking way!

We drank our coffees. Dad touching me inappropriately. Almost constantly touching me as we talked, sheet inching its way lower, in spite of my efforts to keep it firmly tucked tightly under my armpits. My husband only smiled.

Dad refilled our coffee cups two more times, with more generous shots of Bourbon each time. Of course. The sheet was now down around my hips, much to the delight of both men. My bladder was so full, I was having a hard time not leaking. So I got up and ran to the toilet and barely made it there, already peeing as I sat down. Whew, I made it. After peeing, I took a long shower, getting most of my husbands cum out of me. I washed my hair, peeing as I lathered up. Damn coffee and Bourbon together make me pee a lot. LOL.

When I got out of the shower, dad was gone, and my husband took a quick shower and we dressed and went out for a Sunday Brunch.

Brunch was delightful. We sat on a patio, with gentle breezes blowing my sundress around, giving my husband, and several other people nice views of my bare breast and nipples and inner thighs. Maybe even my naked pussy. I love showing off my pussy whenever I can do it, without actually looking like I know that I am exposing myself. My husband doesn't know that I have a strong desire to expose myself like this. He does absolutely love seeing men get an erection while looking at my braless breasts. He has never caught me flashing my bare pussy while he sits or stands right beside of me. It is not that he is the jealous type. He is not jealous at all, thank god, as I do enjoy the flirting and teasing men. And if I like the man, I flirt right back.

Sunday night, we went out for cocktails. I wore this cute high wasted very short loose flowing white soft skirt. No panties, of course. I never wear panties. The skirt was impossible to sit on. Leaving my bare pussy to often leave wet spots on whatever I am sitting on. This night I decided to sit right on the edge of the barstool, letting my pussy hang out in the air. This also gave me a big advantage to exposing myself whenever leaning behind me to take a sip of my drink. And I mean exposing my bare pussy to the entire room. As innocently as possible.

I spend a lot of time making sure my body is in excellent shape, Tight smooth muscles, Soft silky skin. Just sitting there, legs dangling, swinging gently, draws men from across the room to chat with me. Often boldly flirting with me knowing the man sitting next to me is my husband.

I was wearing this charcoal silk blouse. Loose fit, with a low V neck in front. Two inch wide straps over the shoulders were wide spread apart from each other. Exposing my breasts almost to the nipples, unless I moved carelessly. Oops! The back was attached to the straps just below the top and continued straight down. The sides completely open to just above the waist where the front and back were attached to each other, all the way to my hipbones. This gave a lot of side boob whenever I moved around a lot, or stretched. Which my husband loves. The back was solid with a split from waist to where it attached to a two inch wide matching collar with tiny buttons in front, and a tiny hidden zipper in back. Between my bald pussy, fantastic legs, and breasts, hard-ons were common around me. I always knew that if I moved around just right, men would go wild trying to watch me, even from across the room. That always super excited my husband, especially when men would come over to boldly flirt, in a respectful manner. If men treated me like a slut, we just got up and went home. That night everyone was friendly, polite, and flirty. My husband actually came in his pants.

When my husband came back from cleaning himself in the restroom, two man were there. One behind me, trying to fondle my breasts through the side openings of my blouse. The other one standing between my legs, pushing his cock against my pussy, telling me to take it out and put it in me. The bartender pushed them both out the door. Thankfully. I could not have stopped them. I told my husband, he could never leave me alone in public again wearing so little. He agreed. That was kinda scary.

As soon as we got in the car, I was naked. There is just such a sexual rush being naked in a car driving through the city. I have always wanted to ride around in a car while completely naked, fucking in the back seat. My husbands boss does that. She calls her bull and my husband drives them around for her hour with the bull as he fucks her really hard back there. My husband loves his job. Especially on those weekly Wednesday afternoon drives around the city. He always comes home telling me about it as he fucks me. No making love on Wednesdays, my husband just comes home, and fucks me hard.

Her bull has this really big cock. Only in porno have I seen a big cock.

I told my husband, giving me an hour with her bull, would make a wonderful birthday, or anniversary present. He just smiled. LOL. A girl can dream, can't she?