I looked at my husband's expression, it was one of almost disbelief at what he was seeing. There I was, my naked body covered in spunk, a green substitute cock deep inside my now shaven pussy and my legs spread wide apart. He shook his head, turned around and went out of the door.
"Wait, wait," I cried out, "I'll explain, I'll explain, don't go."
By the time I stood up and removed the saturated cucumber he was gone. I hid my nudity behind the front door of our holiday cottage and watched him drive away with tears streaming down my face.
"What have I done, what have I done?" I repeated over and over to myself. "He's bound to leave me now. What have I done?"
I kept praying that he would be back. I went upstairs to the bathroom to shower and change into some decent clothes. I had to be ready, should he return, and be all clean and respectable again - like the business lady I've always appeared to be. I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were still swollen and hard and as I touched them a feeling of ecstasy shot through my body. I felt so mixed up. My mind was in turmoil but my body was alive, turned on and I felt oh so very sexy.
I dressed and waited for him to return.
Finally, when it reached midnight, I decided I might as well go to bed. I left the front door unlocked so he would be able to get in if he wanted to do so. I lay there thinking about what had happened over the last few days and was horrified at what a slut I had become. "No wonder he left," I told myself.
I must have dozed off as after a while I became aware of someone next to me in bed. There was a whispered request, "Tell me what happened, I need to know." My heart pounded, at least my husband had returned.
I slowly told my story about the two boys and what I had done and the enjoyment I'd had from exposing myself to them. I told him everything, the truth - well, almost everything. I said that the boys never touched me, they just looked and ejaculated over my naked body.
I finished and waited for his reaction. I was turned away from him. I didn't know what to expect.
At last he spoke, "Get onto your knees."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Just bloody do it, get on all fours."
Trembling I did as he said. He lifted my night-dress and I felt his erection slap my bottom and then straight away find the entrance to my pussy. With one thrust he was deep inside me. His hardness and strength took me by surprise.
"You fucking whore," he shouted, "Your cunt is drenched. You're just a filthy slut."
No one had ever used such words to me before. Strangely they made me excited and I pushed my bottom back at him wanting his cock even deeper inside me. I needed to be taken hard and rough, almost as a punishment for what I had done.
"You slut, you slut. You fucking slut," he kept saying as he thrust wildly in and out of me, his firm penis pounding my insides. Very soon I could feel he was ready to come. His cock seemed to expand and grow and suddenly his explosion shook my cunt, his hot spunk spurting and spurting inside me. I couldn't help it, I came as well screaming out as I did so, "Yes, I am a fucking slut and you fucking love it."
We seemed to collapse then, sweating and sticky with him still inside me, and lay there without a word more spoken. We each needed time to gather our thoughts and think about all that had happened. After, I don't know how long he gently kissed my neck and said quietly, "I love you." I smiled contentedly to myself and drifted into sleep.
When I awoke in the morning I could hear him moving about downstairs. I showered, put on a bath gown and went to see him.
"Hello," he said with a grin on his face, "Breakfast is nearly ready so sit down."
We didn't talk much, as we ate, and there was no mention of the previous night. When I'd finished I told him I was going upstairs to dress.
"What are you going to wear?" he asked.
"Erm, I don't really know but it looks like it's going to be a hot, sunny day."
"Do you have that sun-dress with you?" he asked, "The one you wear to the beach when we go abroad. You know, with all of the buttons down the front and the thin straps."
"I do but you always say it's too short and the top's too low."
He came over and hugged me and said, "Well today I've changed my mind, and besides no one really knows us here." As he squeezed me tight I could feel his penis was solid against my tummy.
He followed me to the bedroom. I took out some fresh underwear and he said, "No, not those. Wear that red thong you told me about and no bra."
This was so unlike him but I did as he requested while he went downstairs to wait form me.
I slipped on the tiny thong first and it barely covered my smooth mound. It felt so nice and I knew I was already moist. I put on the thin dress and buttoned up the front. It had a low, scooped neckline and the hem was above my knee. It made me feel sensual, like I was virtually naked. Once more my nipples became aroused and their colour and shape showed through the thinness of the material. As I walked my breasts moved freely and I was showing quite a lot of cleavage. My body felt on fire and I could feel that my face was glowing and flushed.
I went and stood quietly before my husband, almost meekly. "Nearly perfect," he commented, "but I think we'll undo the top button and also the bottom one as well." His hands gently undid the buttons and I was sure he was shaking slightly as he did so. Even more of my breasts were now exposed and I knew that as I walked I would be showing quite a lot of leg. It was wonderful. I'd never felt so free and sensual.
"Let's go to town," he said, "and get you some new clothes."
We parked the car and went for some coffee first. As the waiter brought this to us I could feel his eyes looking down the front of my dress at my barely hidden tits. As soon as he was gone my husband said excitedly, "Did you see how he looked at you? He was staring at your boobs." I smiled and was surprised at how much this seemed to be turning my spouse on. We were both so much out of character.
Next we found a small boutique to buy what my husband called some 'sexy gear'. He picked out a couple of dresses and I went to try them on. The changing cubicle had a curtain at the front and was in the main shop. I tried on the first dress and let him have a look. He didn't like it, "Not daring enough."
I slipped out of the dress and as I stood there in just my thong he opened the curtain a little to look in on me. I had no idea why until I looked up and saw that he had left a gap in the curtain and an older man was clearly staring at me. Obviously my husband was starting to get into showing me off. I dressed very slowly so the man could have a good look and even adjusted my thong a little so he had a quick glimpse of my bald pussy.
Though this was fun it didn't really do as much for me as it did for my husband. I wanted, almost needed, some stronger action.
We eventually bought a couple of dresses and some sexy g-strings and I suggested that we go to the beach. There was a quiet, sandy cove we had heard about and I hoped I might find an adventure there. After all, the only beach wear I had with me was the tiny thong I was wearing.
Though the sun was shining there was hardly anyone on the beach. We walked to the far end by some rocks and spread out the car blanket on the sand. I slipped out of my dress and, wearing just my thong, lay on the blanket. My husband undressed while looking down at me and I could see he was hard beneath his shorts. He said that he'd better have a swim to cool down. 'Spoil sport', I thought.
While he was swimming two youngish guys came and sat quite near us which made me feel good. To my amazement they stripped off completely. I learnt later that this beach was known for it's unofficial naturism. I don't know who was looking most, them or me. Their bodies were sun-tanned and muscular and this increased the moistness to my lower regions.
My husband returned from his swim and noticed the young men. "The water's lovely," he said, "Why don't you have a dip."
