Quit Talking And Do It Ch 02

QUIT TALKING AND DO IT PT 2

"Your cock smells like Brenda's pussy."

I was sucking my husband's cock after we had crossed the threshold and swapped with our friends Brenda and Shane.

He asked, "Do you like it? She has a different flavor from you."

"You obviously liked it, the way you were groveling in her pussy."

He replied, "What can I say. I like pussy."

I resumed sucking his dick. His prick was hard and shiny with my saliva. I did notice the unique flavor of my friend's pussy on my husband's cock. Who would've ever thought that I would be turned-on rather than pissed off at such a discovery.

If you read the previous chapter, you heard about how Mark and I talked about having sex with our friends and had finally stopped talking about it and had done it. After going out to dinner, we rode to Brenda and Shane's house with the other spouse. I rode with Shane. We stopped in a parking lot. I stripped in the car and Shane fingered me while I played with his prick.

We arrived at their house to find my husband, Mark, and Brenda partially undressed, having started without us. My husband had fantasized about watching me have sex with another man. We had both imagined me having sex with Shane while he had sex with Brenda.

Shane and I proceeded to screw on the living-room couch while our spouses watched us. I was kissing my husband as another man fucked me. It was the most erotic and decadent thing we'd ever done. Then, I watched as Mark ate Brenda's pussy and fucked her.

We left right after that. We had to get home to our infant daughter who was being watched by a babysitter. We drove home without much discussion, both Mark and I absorbing the significance of what we had done. For the first time in our marriage, we'd had sex with others.

Finally in bed, I nuzzled my husband's smelly cock after he had fucked Brenda.

I replied, "You seemed to like my pussy being bad."

He said, "I never thought I would like something like that. You were amazing."

I continued to suck his cock and asked, "Was her pussy better than mine?" Imagine, I was asking my husband if another broad's cunt tasted better than mine.

He diplomatically said, "Different, but not better."

"You don't need to become an expert. You can get all the pussy you need right here."

He said, "Maybe I could become a pussy taster, like those guys that evaluate wines?"

I changed the subject a bit, "Shane has a nice cock." Then I added, "I stripped for him in the car and let him finger my pussy."

I knew the thought of his wife stripping naked when alone with another man would excite him.

He said, "We presumed that something like that was happening when you were late coming to their house. It was something unexpected when you walked into the house naked."

I said, "The only man I've stripped for was you, until tonight. He touched me everywhere. He put his fingers in my cunt. There wasn't enough room to fuck him in the car or I would have. I wanted you to watch him do me, so I'm glad we waited."

"I saw him put his cock in you. I saw it split the lips of your pussy and slide into you. I never thought I'd get off on seeing something like that, but you were so hot. I liked seeing you come with him."

"He did me bareback. His come is still inside me. His cock shot sperm in me; it wanted to get me pregnant."

We shifted positions. Mark was on top of me with his face in my crotch while I continued to lick his cock.

I kept teasing him, "Some of his cum is still leaking out of my pussy. Can you taste it?"

He just mumbled. His mouth was busy licking my private parts

I continued, "Think about another man's cock being inside me. His cock was right where your nose is. He put his cum up inside me."

He was going at me with more vigor.

I went on, "Sperm doesn't care about being married or fidelity. His sperm wanted to swim up inside me and put a baby in my belly. How would you like that, another man getting me pregnant?"

He didn't seem enthralled with the idea, but it was turning me on.

"He had his cock deep inside me. He is bigger than you. I felt him squirt his baby juice into my married, unfaithful cunt."

His face was pressed tightly into my snatch.

"That's it baby, clean the cum from my cunt. Eat it out of me."

I was coming. I put my hands on the back of his head, holding him into my crotch. I was twisting in ecstasy while he had his arms around my hips to hold me to his face.

"Fuck me. Put your cock where he had his. Reclaim my pussy."

Mark slid up and his dick slid into my sloppy pussy. He raised on his arms, looking down at me with uncontrolled lust as he pumped his hips into my crotch. When he came, my orgasm reached another peak.

I said, "I like it when you come in me. Drain your cock into your wife's cunt."

He told me he loved me and I said the same to him. We had swapped, and amazingly, it had increased our love and passion for each other. I loved him and enjoyed seeing him have pleasure and he had the same thoughts about me. I liked performing for him. I think women have an instinct to want to be watched and desired.

We both knew we would have further adventures with our friends Brenda and Shane.

I fell asleep with the semen of two men in my womb, remembering how Shane's cock had felt when it was inside me.

It was the next week, after numerous passionate love sessions, we were in bed. Little Amelia (our baby) was sleeping like a little doll.

Mark said, "I have to tell you something."

I nodded and listened to him.

"I went by to see Shane today. I was returning the chain saw I had borrowed."

I was listening intently.

"Brenda was there. Shane had gone to visit his mother."

I knew what was coming, but wanted to hear it from him.

"We ended up in bed together."

"You fucked her again?" I confirmed.

He nodded.

We hadn't talked about whether we would have sex with Shane and Brenda again, but presumed that we would. We hadn't established any rules about doing it while the other was there or not. Mark doing it with Brenda without me being present or knowing about it was something we had not discussed. I knew it was important that we didn't keep secrets.

I said, "We haven't discussed any ground rules. Is it going to be okay to fuck someone without the other there?"

He was concerned that he had fucked-up by fucking my friend. He said so, "I wasn't thinking clearly."

"You were thinking with your dick." Of course, he was a man and if some attractive woman wanted him to fuck her, he would. He would be almost powerless to resist.

We talked it through and made a few rules. It would be okay to screw other people without the other present, but there would be no secrets. We'd tell each other what we did. It would be part of the thrill. We didn't discuss adding new people to the mix.

Our discussion degenerated into him telling me the details. He had stopped by Shane and Brenda's house. She invited him in for coffee and, according to him, she seduced him. He ate her pussy and fucked her. He was clearly enamored with my friend. I was okay with it, because I had the hots for my friend's husband. The issue of whether we would have further encounters with them had been settled. I didn't expect what happened next.

Brenda and I took a day off; she had taken the day off work. The baby was with my mother. We went lunch and shopping.

Over lunch, Brenda told me about screwing my husband. There were other people around, so she had to be discrete, but I got the gist of what they had done. With a mixture of pride and concern about how I should feel, my friend told me about how good my husband was in bed. How should a wife feel, hearing another woman tell me that my husband was good at eating her pussy and how she liked having his dick inside her cunt?

We had a few drinks with lunch and were quite giggly by the time we wandering into the mall to look for new clothes.

I was in the dressing room with her as we both tried on different blouses and skirts. It was all fun. We intended to only buy one or two items, but tried on a lot of things, some of them outrageous. It became a mini-fashion-show, with both of us changing in and out of different outfits, blouses, skirts and slacks. She was wearing a skimpy bra and her nipples were poking through. I could see the dark shadow of her pussy hair through her panties. I could see how my husband was enchanted with her. I was wearing a black bra and panties that didn't show as much as she did.

When she was removing one of the new blouses she had tried, I pulled her bra strap from her shoulder and pulled the cup down, exposing her breast. She didn't object, so I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I said, "I'd like to see what this blouse looks like without your bra."

She looked at me and dropped her bra. I was enchanted by her pretty tits and helped her button the blouse. My fingers roamed over her soft skin and touched her nipples. We were looking into each other's eyes as my hands held her breasts. My thumbs flicked her nipples. I leaned in and kissed her. My hand slid down over her stomach. My fingers slid under the top of her panties and combed through her pubic hair. We kissed again. My fingers probed her slit, stimulating her little clit. She was hot. She reached into my bra and held my breast. We were on the verge of something.

"Let's go to my house." She said.

We left the mall rather quickly, buying just one blouse each.

In her kitchen, I looked around, imagining how she and my husband had started their sex. I peed and then she did. As she came out of her bathroom, I was waiting for her. I pulled her blouse up over her head. She was still without her bra, so her pretty tits were right there for me. I kissed her nipples and we kissed again. I'd never had sex with a woman and was wondering if I would enjoy my first experience.

She pulled my blouse over my head and undid my bra. We hustled off to their bedroom. I pushed her back on the bed. I pulled her slacks and panties down her legs and off her feet. I wanted to experience what my husband did when he ate her out.

"I'm going to see what's so great about this pussy that my husband thinks is so good."

I dove for her crotch and put my tongue on her little love button. I knew what to do, having been on the receiving end of what I was doing.

She was emitting her female nectar. I had tasted it on my husband's face; now I was getting it directly from the source. The soft pink folds of her pussy were something new to me. I had never examined a woman so closely. My fingers explored her features. My tongue tasted her. I put my tongue inside her vagina and swirled around her love hole. I looked inside her at the white and pink chasm, glistening with the juices of her desire. I concentrated on her clit and soon had her twisting under me, lost as an orgasm swept over her. I pressed into her, driving her orgasm to greater heights. My hands squeezed her breasts. I had her under my control and I was unrelenting in my efforts, leaving her exhausted.

As she recovered, she said, "You're better than your husband. Please don't tell him."

I said, "He's got a cock too. I don't."

She said, "I hope it doesn't upset you to talk about how wonderful your husband's cock is."

I laughed and said, "I feel the same way about Shane's prick."

She owed me a reciprocal cunnilingus, but I had to get home to the baby.

We had advanced to being well beyond just talking and were doing some amazing things.

I was sitting in the kitchen one afternoon a week later while the baby napped. I was startled by a car in the driveway. It was Shane. He usually was at work during the day.

I welcomed him in. I waited for him to tell me why he had stopped by.

He didn't say much. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pulled on my shirt. I was wearing an old ratty t-shirt and it ripped when he pulled on it. I had just been lounging around the house and hadn't been wearing a bra after breast feeding my baby. The t-shirt ripped apart, exposing my one breast and most of the other one. He continued, kissing me aggressively and ripping the shirt further until it fell off my arms to the floor.

I responded to his aggressiveness by resisting. I pushed him away and tried to escape into the living room. I was laughing. He grabbed me around the waist and I struggled to get free. It was almost like he was raping me. The whole scenario turned me on. I tried to slap his face, but he grabbed my hand and we tumbled onto the living room couch.

His hand slid into the waist of my shorts and went under my panties to my pussy. His face groveled in my tits as his hand probed my crotch. The button on my shorts gave-way and the zipper gaped open. His hand was under my panties up to his wrist.

"I want you." He said.

I said, "You'll have to take me."

He grabbed the waist-band of my shorts and pulled them down my legs. I tried to hold them, but he was stronger and pulled them away.

"God, how I've wanted you." He said as he continued to strip me.

He said, "I've wanted to just strip you and fuck you so many times."

"Did you want to rape me?"

"Yes. I wanted to strip you and fuck you. I wanted to put my cock in your cunt and fuck you. I wanted to put my cum up inside you."

The dirty talk was inspiring us both. He had stripped me and he moved between my legs. His cock was poised to enter me.

"Come on. Force yourself on me. Take me."

His cock slid into me. I was very wet and he slid in easily. He tried to kiss me and after moving my head to resist him for a few moments, I gave in and kissed him back. We embraced in an open-mouthed kiss with our tongues swirling while his cock pushed deep into my vagina. My feigned resistance and his forcefulness added a new dimension. He pulled my legs up under his arms so I was helpless to resist his assault on my pussy.

"Come on, do it. Shoot your cum into my married cunt. Put your baby inside me."

He drove harder and I saw the unmistakable expression on his face as his cock shot its semen against my cervix. His sperm were swimming into my uterus. I was coming too. It was a different type of orgasm and was very intense. My body shook as I was being forcefully taken. It was amazing, another new experience.

He pulled out but continued to hold my ankles, splaying me wide open. He bent down and planted a kiss on my pussy. I could feel his juice swirling around inside me. He was holding me in a position where his semen would staying inside and flow into my womb, giving his sperm easy passage into my deepest recesses. My husband had held me that way when he got me pregnant. Shane's desire for me was really intense and he had given me one of the memorable fucks of my young life.

Finally, we relaxed and I regained control of my legs.

He was sitting there and started to apologize. I didn't let him finish. I kissed him and pushed him onto his back. Now I was on top. His dick was spent, so I leaned down and sucked on it. It was all covered with my juices ane smelled like my cunt. I wanted him inside me again. Having him want me so badly was extremely arousing. I was still aroused and I wanted to fuck him again. His dick began to revive and I reached down and slid it into my sloppy pussy.

I rode him, rocking back and forth, driving my crotch into his, trying to satisfy my continuing desire.

"You wanted to fuck me, now do it." I said. "Come on rape my pussy, put your cum in my cunt."

His dick was hard and was up inside me. I was gyrating and bouncing on his cock, wanting to jam it up to my belly.

We shifted to me being on my hands and knees with Shane behind me, ramming his cock with each thrust. It was a powerful, glorious fuck and I was coming in waves. Shane came again, emptying another load of semen into my greedy cunt.

We collapsed on the floor.

Then I heard my husband's voice, "That was magnificent." He applauded.

I looked up at him, sweaty, hair a mess, cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy. I expected him to be angry.

I tried to joke, "You're home early. You should've called."

He laughed, which relieved my tension. He said, "I guess I should let you know when I'm coming home to MY house so MY wife and finish fucking her lovers before I get there."

Shane was quietly getting dressed.

Mark asked, "What's for supper honey? Have you had a tough day watching the baby?" He was being cynical, of course, mocking my normal daily activities.

I started to put clothes on, which was weird, I was getting dressed because my husband was there after having been naked with another man. I just put my shorts on.

He noticed, "Don't get dressed for me. I'm only your husband. You need to maintain your modesty."

I pulled my shorts down and let them drop to the floor. I defiantly stood before him, nude.

I said, "Are you going to just talk or are you going to fuck me. Shane hasn't satisfied me. I need a real man to meet my needs."

Shane had slipped out the door. He made a hand motion to his ear asking me to call him later.

Now it was just me and Mark.

I said, "I didn't invite him he just showed up and took me. It was like he was raping me."

"Did you resist?"

"Yes, but not very hard. Having someone take me forcefully like that was exciting, once it started. You know how I like it when you have your way with me."

He opened his fly and pulled out his semi-hard cock.

"Suck my cock."

I willingly crawled over to him and began to lick and suck his prick. It became fully erect in my mouth.

He said, "I should've known. Once we stopped talking about it and did it, you'd be insatiable."

I sucked his dick like a hungry harlot.

"You're a little slut, Kim. I'll have to keep an eye on you so you don't fuck every guy in town."

I paused from his cock and said, "You'll have to satisfy me so I don't stray."

"You're like a horny alley cat."

I said, "Stop talking and fuck me."

He pulled off his shirt and with his pants around his knees, dropped to the floor and slid his cock into my extremely sloppy cunt.

"He came in me twice, baby. Do you feel his cum inside me. He came twice. I told him he was going to get me pregnant, but only you get to do that."

It was the first time (and not the last) that Mark would feel another man's semen inside my cunt. He seemed to like it. His pace picked up.

"He came after me forcefully, like he was raping me."

"Did you like that?"

"Yes. I've had fantasies like that."

"You're trying all sorts of new things."

"Is that okay? Do you still love me?"

"More than ever."

He continued to pump away.

Then, I had another nasty idea. "Why don't you go down there and see the mess Mark made in my pussy."

I pushed to encourage him; my husband slid down to look at my pussy. He put a finger in my vagina.

"His cum is still inside you."

I pulled his face into my crotch, "Why don't you lick it out of me."

He wasn't ready for that. He moved back up and slid his cock inside me again. He bent me in half, like a taco, with my knees beside my head, and did push-ups into my sloshing vagina. He could see his cock driving into me and the remnants of Mark's efforts leaking out of me.

I asked him, "Did it fulfill your fantasy to see Mark fucking me on our living room floor?"

He nodded. "He was ramming his cock into your spread open cunt and you were letting him have you."

"He fucked me and then I fucked him. We acted like he was raping me and then I had to have more."

"You're a horny little slut and I love you."

I was approaching yet another orgasm. I began to shriek and call for him to "fuck me and come inside me."

He did. Another load poured into my very busy pussy. When he released me, my legs flopped on the floor. I was exhausted and finally satisfied.

Then the baby cried. I got to my feet and retrieved her. Mark said it was unforgettable to see me holding our baby while I was still naked. I put her to my breast and fed her while Mark watched. I spread my legs to let him see the semen dripping out of my used cunt.