Quit Talking And Do It Ch 01

QUIT TALKING AND DO IT

"Would you like to suck Brenda's pussy?"

"Yes, but I would never do it."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm married to you and I pledged to be faithful to you."

"Is it only because you made a promise? I think you'd like to put you face in her cunt if you didn't have the burden of your marriage vows."

"No. I want to follow those vows. It's important to me. I love you and want to be just with you."

"If it was okay with me, would you eat her pussy?"

"That's a hypothetical question."

"Answer it."

My husband looked at me. He said, "Would you want me to eat her pussy?"

"If I did, would you?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods? Of course, but its only something to imagine."

"I saw her pussy once."

He was interested, but wouldn't say so. I could tell by the reaction of his dick.

We were in bed, naked. I was resting with my head on his stomach, looking at his wet dick, lying against his thigh. We had just finished. My fingers were wandering over his thighs, he was caressing my back. We were both relaxing after another vigorous coupling.

He asked, "What about you? Would you suck Shane's dick?"

I didn't play around like he did, I just said, "Sure, I would if you wanted me to."

His dick was reviving. "Why do you think I'd want you to?"

"Well, you just asked and you get off on stories of guys watching their wives with another man."

I touched his dick, gently stroking the sensitive underside. It raised off his thigh and was hard enough to support itself.

"You are thinking about it, aren't you?"

He said, "Just a little."

"I could suck his dick while you watched. Think about my lips wrapped around his hard prick. I would make him come in my mouth. Some of his cum would drip down my chin."

He kept stroking my back and running his fingers through my hair. I was continuing to stimulate his dick.

"I'd swallow his cum and then kiss you. I'd put his cum in your mouth."

He said, "Yech!" but his dick told a different story.

"Maybe you could watch him eat my pussy. Would you like that?"

"I don't think so."

"I'd be all spread out. He could see everything I have, parts of me that only you have seen."

"Me and your cunt doctor." He called Dr. Jamison my cunt doctor.

"My cunt doctor doesn't see me when I'm aroused, when my pussy is leaking. He doesn't see it when there's cum inside it. Only you see that. Maybe Shane will see it too."

"Would you fuck him?"

"Who?" I was sure he didn't mean Dr. Jamison.

"Would you fuck Shane?"

"Would you want me to?"

"I asked you first."

"Okay, yes. I'd like to have him fuck me while you were watching. You'd be playing with your prick. He'd put his hard cock in my cunt. Then he would come inside me. His cum would be deep inside me."

I was rubbing his dick.

I said, "His cock is bigger than yours."

"How do you know that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I didn't know, but I continued to tease, "I've felt his hard-on press against me when dance together. He's pushed his pelvis against my hip and stomach and I can feel his hard prick. I could tell how big it was."

"Really?"

"Yes really. It makes me feel good when I know a man wants me."

"Does it, now?"

"Yes. It builds up my ego, my sense of being a woman, when a man gets an erection because of me."

"Who else has done that?"

"A few guys have."

"Like who?"

"My boss. He had a hard-on at the Christmas party. He kissed me and I felt his prick."

"You grabbed it?"

"Yes. We were kissing and I reached down and squeezed his prick through his pants. He had his hand on my breast, so I reached inside his pants and grabbed his hard cock. I knew he wanted to fuck me."

"You never told me this."

"Should I have let him fuck me? Maybe I could get a raise."

I put my mouth on Mark's dick and began to suck. His fingers were roaming around my crotch, touching my pussy lips, gliding along my clit, tracing the opening to my vagina. We'd just had intercourse and were aroused again by the sensuous conversation.

He asked, "Have you done anything more with your boss?"

I lifted off his dick long enough to say, "No."

He asked, "Would you like to?"

I said, "If you were okay with it."

"What would you do if I was?"

His fingers had slid into my vagina. His cock was fully erect.

I played along. "I'd let him fuck me in his office. He'd strip me naked, right there at his desk, suck my pussy and then fuck me. I'd come home with my cunt full of another man's cum and make you eat me."

It was unusual for Mark to be this aroused, particularly after we'd just done it. Obviously, the dirty talk was turning him on.

He lifted my leg over his head so my pussy was poised above his face. He put his mouth on my sensitive parts and swirled his tongue in my vagina. His fingers spread my pussy lips, exposing me to his active tongue.

I said, "That's my boss's cum in my pussy. Suck it out. Clean me up."

He bought into the fantasy and acted as if he were eating someone else's cum from my vagina. It was a nasty thing to think about, but it aroused me too.

"That's it, baby. Eat his cum. Lick the inside of my cunt where he had his cock. Think about another man's cock sliding up inside me. He made me come. Can you taste me?"

Mark was attacking my pussy. His lips and tongue were rapidly moving over every bit of my sensitive anatomy. He liked what I was saying. He was pretending that the cum he had just put inside me belonged to someone else.

I sat up, riding his face. "Ooh, you're good, cleaning up my cheating married pussy. Lick my asshole too."

I moved a bit so he could put his tongue in my anus. He scraped his teeth over my little rosebud. I was close to coming.

I began to come and flooded his face. I don't squirt very often. He loves it when I do. I soaked his face and his hair. He kept after me, prolonging my orgasm. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and with my lips gripping the shaft, moved my head up and down. I was surprised when he came. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and watched as his semen poured out of the little hole at the tip. It poured onto my hand. I licked some as it came out of him. I really like watching him come. It's another thing that makes me feel like a desirable woman, making my man come.

We collapsed on the bed again, exhausted. We thanked each other before I went to the bathroom to pee and clean up. His cum was dripping out of my pussy and my hand and face had remnants of his gooey load.

A few days later, we were driving home from the grocery store.

He casually asked, "Have you ever done those things we talked about in bed?"

"What, been with another man?"

He said, "Yeah, have you?"

I looked at him. He was asking if I had ever cheated on him. "Of course not."

"How far have you gone with someone?"

I had to think a few minutes to remember any dalliances with other men. "Well, what I told you about grabbing my boss's dick wasn't true, but I did feel your brother's cock against me one time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It was your parents' anniversary and we were all drinking. He and I got to kissing in the back yard and be pushed his prick against me. It was rubbing on my belly. He slipped his hand down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass."

"That asshole."

"It was as much my fault as his. I like teasing him and it was before he met Carol (his wife), so he was a horny young thing. He was trying to get to my tits, but I resisted. When I grabbed his dick, he stopped moving. I rubbed him for a few moments, then walked away. I stayed near you the rest of the evening."

"You grabbed his dick?"

"Well, through his pants, but I could feel the full outline of it. I think he came."

Mark was getting aroused.

I said, "How come you like hearing about me with other guys? Would you really want me to do something with someone else?"

He said, "I don't think so, but thinking about it sure gets me hot."

"Me too."

We left it at that.

We were driving around again the next week. He asked me, "What would you say if I wanted to show some of your photos to someone?"

I knew which photos he meant. "You said you'd never do that."

"Of course not, unless you wanted me to."

"Why would I want you to show naked pictures of me to your drunken friends. Would they show you photos of their wives?"

"That's the idea."

"Absolutely not."

But the next day, I brought up the topic. "Which photos of me would you show to your friends?"

He said, "Not the ones of us having sex or with your legs spread and such."

"Ones with my tits out."

"Probably."

"What about my pussy. Do you want them to see my pussy?"

"Yes, sure."

"None of me with my legs spread."

"Nope."

I was aroused by the conversation. For some reason, I was turned-on by the thought of having my husband show other men nude photos he had taken of me. I felt the heat in my pussy while we talked.

I asked, "Who would you show them to?"

He said, "Shane, Baxter and Jamal."

Jamal was a black guy. I asked, "Would that turn you on to have a black man looking at photos of your wife's white cunt?"

"It would."

"Would you let them have copies?"

"Maybe."

"You could trade them for some of Brenda, Reese and Kayla."

"Would you want to see those?"

"Maybe. I wonder what they look like naked."

He said, "So I'll do it. Do you want to pick the photos?"

"Nope. I trust you." I didn't want to have an active part in sharing nude photos of me. The whole conversation was exciting.

When we got home, we had a wonderful session in bed. Talking about nasty things was adding to our passion. Thinking about my husband showing nude photos of his wife was quite arousing.

It was Sunday afternoon when Mark said, "I did it. I shared your photos, last night."

I cautiously asked, "With who?"

"Shane, Jamal and Baxter."

I was curious. "Did they like them?"

"They sure did. You should've heard their comments."

"What did they say?"

"I can't repeat some of it."

I was imagining my husband's friends ogling the photos showing the secret parts of my body, saying nasty things about what they like to do to me. "Did they talk about doing things with me?"

"Yes, that was a primary focus of their conversations. The were talking about how they would like to suck your pussy. They liked hearing about how you like to suck cock and how you go wild when I eat you. They really liked those photos."

Whoa! "What photos?" It sounded like he had shown some that were more explicit than I'd expected. "Show me."

He fiddled with his phone and showed me the photos of me that had been shared with his friends. There were about ten pics, showing my tits, my golden-brown bush and then there was one of me on the bed with my legs spread, showing my slit with my labia slightly apart.

He said, "They showed me some like that, so I thought it would be okay to show them one of your snatch."

This was the worst photo. I was coming to terms with his friends knowing what my cunt looks like. Rather than being angry, I was aroused.

Mark began to show me the photos he had gotten. He had some of the three wives. Reese is a foxy young thing. He tits aren't that big and she shaves her pubes. There were a few that were more explicit than the one of me. Her female anatomy was quite visible, her swollen pussy lips and the dark pink flesh around her hole were very well focused. She was my friend and seeing her nude seemed to be decadent, but I was curious and looked at her naked cunt.

Kayla, our black friend, has a big butt. Her pussy was completely wild, with hair spreading over her crotch. She has big boobs. The most explicit photo her was from behind, with her bending forward. Her pussy was visible between her butt cheeks. Her puffy labia and a lot of black hair filled the lens.

Brenda was my closest friend. I knew the other two, but not as well. Brenda's photos were not as revealing as mine. There was one of her on a nude beach with other people in the background. She was lying on her back in the sun with her legs apart, showing her pussy lips and her sculpted pussy hair.

I was turned-on seeing nude photos of my friends. I wanted to go somewhere and touch myself, but had to wait.

That night, Mark and I went at it again. I was still hot from hearing about him sharing the photos of me. I jumped him and he was ready. He was nice and hard when I surprised him by taking a photo of his hard-on with my phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want some photos of you too. maybe I can show them to my friends. I'd like them to see what a nice dick I have waiting for me every night."

Then I took a selfie of me sucking his cock. It aroused me even more to have intimate photos of him on my phone. I also had access to his photos file and transferred the photos of the other wives to a hidden album.

He put that wonderful dick inside me and we had a long, passionate love-making session.

I had lunch with Brenda the next Saturday. I brought up the topic of the men sharing photos. She knew about it and was embarrassed. She asked, "Did you see the ones of me?"

"You looked hot at the nude beach."

"That was in Aruba. He insisted that I strip and walk around with all those people looking at me."

"That must've been something."

"Well, it really turned him on and I had some of the best sex in my life that night."

I said, "I get hot when others see me naked. I should be pissed at him for showing my photos, but it turned me on."

"I know what you mean."

I asked, "Did it turn you on too."

"Damned right it did. Having Shane show his friends my photos was scary, but erotic."

I said, "I feel the same way. Reacting to men looking at us must be an instinctive female thing."

"It seems like it, based on the way my body reacts."

I asked about our other friends, "What about Reese and Kayla?"

"I don't think Kayla knows, but Reese was pissed."

"I'll bet she was just acting that way. Baxter wouldn't have shown photos without her okay."

Then I said, "Want to see another pic?"

She nodded and I showed her the one of Mark's prick.

She laughed and said, "I'll have to get one of Shane."

"Here's another one." I showed her the selfie of me sucking my husband's dick.

She laughed. "You slut. I didn't know you did things like that."

I laughed too, knowing that she did the same things.

After a pause, she said, "Shane has the hots for you. He really likes the nude photos of you." she laughed, "It kind of pisses me off to have him ogling pics of another woman."

"It's weird knowing that Shane seen those photos of me. I don't know how I can face him, knowing that."

She said, "He probably will want to see you naked in person."

I laughed, "Men are suckers for strange pussy."

"It's how we rule the world."

I was surprised and aroused by her indication of Shane's interest in me.

I said, "Well, Mark imagines it is you instead of me in bed sometimes." As soon as I said, I regretted it. It was an intimate factoid between Mark and me.

She said, "Oh yeah. We do that too. We've acted out things like me being fucked by someone. Mark and you are our favorites."

I giggled, "Really?"

"Yeah." Then she asked, "Have you imagined that it was Shane fucking you?"

I meekly nodded. "A few times. It's something I'd never do, but it's fun to use my imagination."

It was surreal, talking with my friend about fucking each other's husbands.

She laughed and said, "Maybe we ought to quit talking about it and try it."

I smiled at her and didn't answer. I thought about it, though. It was on my mind for the rest of the day.

The next day, Brenda sent me and email with an attachment. It was a photo of Shane's cock. It was a nice, smooth, white cock with a perfect mushroom helmet. He had a nest of pubic hair surrounding his balls. I could see the little hole at the tip.

I mailed back, "Yummy."

She sent me another photo. She was sucking his cock. It was a nasty picture. Her text said, "Yummy indeed."

I told Mark about my conversations with Brenda, including her imagining that it was him fucking her when she was doing it with her husband and that Shane imagined he was fucking me. It really turned us both on and we had another passionate session.

As we were recovering, Mark asked, "Are we going to do it, or are we going to just keep talking about it?"

"I don't know. It really turns us on. Have you been imagining me with Shane?"

"Yes. I find my mind wandering sometimes and I think of what it would be like to see him fucking you?"

"Would I be naked?"

"You wouldn't have a stitch on."

"Would his cock be inside me?"

"Yeah. He'd be pumping his ass up and down, fucking you with his cock."

"Bareback?"

"Oh yes. He come inside you and I see some of his stuff dripping out of your cunt."

I was rubbing my clit while we talked. I was rubbing faster as I said, 'His cum would be deep inside me. His come would want to make a baby inside me."

I came as my thoughts devolved into slutily fucking another man while my dear husband watched. I never would've imagined such things when we were first married.

We were out to dinner with Brenda and Shane a few weeks later. It was the first time I had seen Shane since he'd been given nude photos of me. I noticed how he looked at me differently.

When we were away from the other two for a moment, I whispered, "Are you having trouble getting used to seeing me with clothes on?"

He said, "I can't get what you look like without clothes out of my mind."

"Dream on."

"Those photos were amazing."

"Which ones did you like?"

"All of them."

I teased him, "Would you like to play with my tits?"

"Absolutely."

I grabbed his dick through his pants. It was hard.

I said, "Maybe you'd like to suck my pussy some day."

"I sure would."

I laughed, "Well, dream about me."

He asked, "Are we just going to talk about it?"

I just laughed.

Dinner was delightful. We had three bottles of wine and were laughing and having a great time. Mark seemed to be particularly fascinated with Brenda's boobs. She was wearing a dress that exposed the top half of her breasts and despite his attempts to conceal his interest, Mark had his eyes on her beauties all night. Her pointy nipples were pushing through her thin dress. I could see why Mark was attracted to her.

Brenda and I went to the ladies' room. I said to her, "You're sure a hit with my husband. His tongue is hanging out from looking at your boobs."

"Shane has been playing close attention to you too." Then she said, "We could take things a step further tonight if we wanted."

I knew what she meant, but was reluctant to do anything. Both she and her husband had mentioned it.

She said, "You ride home with Shane and I'll ride with Mark. We'll go back to our house and party some more."

I was quite for a moment, then I agreed, "Let's quit talking and do it."

We finished dinner and as we walked out, I said to Mark, "Let's go back to their house for a while. I'll ride with Shane."

He kissed me, both of us knowing where things were going.

Brenda said to Shane and me as we walked to his car, "See you there. Don't be in a hurry."

It was about a thirty-minute drive to their house. They didn't have kids yet (we did), so we'd be uninhibited at their place.

As we drove, Shane and I talked about dinner until I changed the subject. "Brenda sent me some photos of your cock."

He said, "I know. She was fingering herself while showing me the photos of Mark's cock that you shared with her."

"When you look at me, do you think about what I look like naked?"

He nodded. "I have photos, but seeing you in the flesh would be better."

"How often do you look at them?"

"About every day."

"Really? Why?"

"You're hot, Kim. You have a beautiful body."