RE: Story "Go Get Your Husband"
Anonymous said:
Such a wonderful story, I was so wet wishing I was Kim and Dierdre, so wet I had to masturbate, so wet I want to be watched and watch my husband emptying his load in a younger woman's pussy. I am 45 he is older, so to see him fucking a very sexy younger model would be amazing for me. How about a story where the wife enjoys both, like I want. Call them Lisa and John then I would know it was written with me in mind.
Come Fuck My Husband
I was single, just the way I liked it when I met John at a bar. His wife was at home, but he made sure to show me plenty of picture of her. It was refreshing to see that he was in love with his wife, but I took it as a bit of a challenge. I enjoyed bedding older men, especially if they were married. The thought of usurping the power of some old, insecure wives really got me off back in those days.
I was barely nineteen when I started fucking couples. I was tired of men falling in love with me constantly, and I figured that a better way to get the sex I needed as a single woman was to join couples. I got off on fucking a woman's husband right in front of her, especially if I could tell that it was bothering her a bit to share him. So many of the women I had dealt with liked to pretend that they were actually into their husband fucking a younger woman, but I could tell that actually watching their husband fuck me irked most of them.
I was a model back then and I had been since I turned sixteen. I was six-feet tall with no shoes on and my body was effortlessly thin. My tits weren't too big nor were they too small. They looked perfect on my thin frame. I had a bit of a butt and men seemed to like this about me. My hair was golden blonde and my eyes were a marbled brown color that caught the light in photos.
"I'm a model," I told John when he asked what I did for a living.
"That's amazing! What kind of modeling do you do?"
"Mostly editorial," I explained, but I could tell he had no idea what that meant. "So, are we going back to your place after this?" I sipped on the drink he had gotten for me.
"You want to go back to my place? You know I'm married, right?" John asked. He looked like he was in his fifties and his dark hair was peppered with grey. He was attractive in that rugged old guy kind of way.
"You've only mentioned it twenty times since we started talking."
"Her name is Lisa," he went on, "and she has been asking me to bring home a woman to fuck while she watches. Have you ever done anything like that?"
"I actually have. I don't have a problem with that if Lisa doesn't."
"I'm texting her right now!" John said with excitement and I tried to be patient as he had a text conversation with his wife about me.
"She's into it. I'm ready when you are," John pushed his finished drink toward the bartender and looked to me.
"I'm ready too," I agreed as I drained the rest of my drink and set my glass down. John took my hand and led me to his car.
"Do you want to follow me there? Did you drive here?"
"I took an Uber," I assured him. "I'll just ride with you."
He unlocked his car, which turned out to be a spacious Lincoln. I sat in the passenger seat as he started the car up and began to pull out of his parking space. I let my hand wander over the center console and onto John's lap.
"You're naughty!" he exclaimed but he didn't stop me from fondling his cock through his slacks. When he got to a light he unzipped his fly and got his cock out. "Don't tell my wife we had this pre-game, okay? This is just between us."
"Of course," I agreed and grabbed his hardening cock, stroking it the best I could. I couldn't stop myself from unbuckling my seatbelt so I could lean over and take his cock in my mouth. It felt good to be slutty and there was something fun about doing this without his wife knowing. This would be a special moment for us.
By the time we got to his house, John's cock was engorged and ready to fuck. He tried his best to slip it back into his pants before getting out and opening the door for me. He escorted me to the front door, which he opened carefully.
"Lisa? You home?" John called out for his wife.
"I'm right here," Lisa came out wearing nothing but an apron. "I was making some snacks. Oh, this must be your new friend!" Lisa turned to me and I couldn't help but think she was pretty. She had dark hair and perfectly applied makeup. She was probably in her forties and she had the cutest smile lines on either side of her sexy mouth. I was aroused by her relaxed attitude. Clearly she wasn't jealous of me, which was a bit of a shame. I kind of liked it when the wives were jealous. However, maybe this experience would still be a fun one. After all, she was wearing nothing but an apron and her obviously fake breasts were doing a great job of making the outfit look obscene.
"I'm Caitlyn," I said politely, holding out my hand. "I'm here to fuck your husband while you watch. I hope you can handle it." I stared her down and watched as her frown turned to a look of concern.
