A Shared Adventure

Melanie and I had been married for several years when a drunken new years' eve conversation changed our marriage pretty radically. We had been at a party, and she was dressed to the nines. She knew I loved it when she showed off a bit. Or a lot. Her dress was slit way up the side, she'd worn stockings that topped out a few inches before the slit ended, and her cleavage was on glorious display. I had been in a haze of spousal appreciation for the whole party. Almost too much of a haze to notice the other men checking her out. Almost. I'd even noticed her smiling back at a few of them.

Things didn't go any further at the party, but once we were home, we were clawing at each others' clothes. We kissed passionately as we threw clothes around the living room. The bedroom was too far away to wait! As soon as my dick was out she dropped to her knees, sucking me deeper than she usually could. I could see her arm working down between her legs, and after a few minutes I threw her on the couch and let her arm show my face where to go. She was soaked, and her aroma was driving me out of my mind. It didn't take her long to grind out a fantastic orgasm on my face. As she started to come down she begged "fuck me Andy, use your wife!"

I climbed up and my rigid tool found its home without any help. We were joined, mating, kissing and gasping into each others' mouths.

"You were so fucking hot tonight."

"Was I baby? Did you like my stockings?" she asked, wrapping those stockings around me to pull me in even deeper.

"Fuck yes, I loved watching you show off those stockings and those beautiful legs."

"I wasn't a bad girl?"

"You were so fucking hot, I loved it!"

"There were men staring at your wife baby."

"Oh fuck yes, you looked incredible. I bet they'd all love to be me right now, but all of them just got to look."

"One of them touched me, stud."

"WHAT?"

"I thought you saw, you smiled at me right afterwards. He (gasp) touched my hip (gasp) and when you smiled I thought you (gasp) liked it so I moved and brushed my tit on him."

"Fuck fuck fuck you brushed your tit on his arm?"

"No baby, he had his hand on my tit. His fingers almost made it to my nipple!"

I grabbed her legs, spread them further apart and impaled her, shooting a huge load inside her as she asked "does that turn you on baby? He grabbed your wife's tits!"

And then she came too, grinding up at me as I filled her womb with a bigger load than I'd shot in ages.

"You could have fucked him if it meant we fuck like this afterwards."

Melanie's eyes got wide, and we stared into each other's eyes.

"Would you like me to fuck him?" I held my breath for a second, but my dick started to get harder.

"You're getting hard again, aren't you? Does it turn you on baby? Another man fucking me? Do you want me to be a slut, husband?"

I was completely rigid again, and I forced myself back into her -- not that it took much forcing, as wet as she was. We were mating again, grinding ourselves together as she stared into my eyes and talked about fucking other guys.

"Do you want me to go on a date, baby? Do you want to wonder if I'm out fucking or just flirting? I'd probably fuck. Why just flirt? I want to fuuuuhhh oh, that was deep. Harder baby, harder while you imagine me out bending over for another man. Do you want that?"

Did I? I never would have thought so just a day or two ago, but this was driving me out of my mind. It was bypassing the rational parts of my hugely distracted brain and going right to a primal portion I hadn't even known was there. The eyes staring into me had a fire I'd never seen before. All these thoughts flashed through in a millisecond and I was saying "fuck yes, I want you to slut around!"

"I'll do it baby, I'll be a slut for you!" and then we were both cumming again.

The next morning we woke up, still tangled together. We'd come so hard we both basically slept where we fell. We smiled at each other as the rising sun woke us up.

"That was quite a night, wasn't it?" Melanie said, stroking my cock. "Do you need more? Because I'm sure I need...... more." Boom. I was erect again. Instead of mounting me or blowing me though, she gently stroked me while we talked. We were both in. It hadn't just been heat of the moment talk. We decided she'd keep things anonymous, she'd just go out and come back and tell me about it. No emotional connections, just crazy sex.

I went down on her, running my tongue over her and inside her and imagining all the fun, freaky things this pussy was going to do. I could taste how turned on she was. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to pull myself in close, and feasted on the delicious pussy that was even more irresistible than it had been 24 hours ago. Once she'd orgasmed, squeezing my head between those silky thighs, she turned around and I mounted her, finishing deep inside her.

That afternoon we took some very, very sexy photos and put them on a web site. Melanie was getting messages and offers in no time. It was an incredible rush looking through them together. We sat in our bed, and she stroked me while flipping through the messages and photos. Most had some sort of turn off -- too scrawny, too small, a very few were way too big, too far away, too close, but one was just right. Andy wasn't too far away to be inconvenient, but not so close we'd run into him in the grocery store. He was fit, friendly and polite but also pointedly suggestive. She sent back a message. I was going out of my mind, and mounted her seconds after Melanie hit 'send.'

They set up a date for the next weekend. We fucked every day until then. Twice the day before the date. Watching her get ready about melted me. I could tell she was turned on too, breathing heavily as she fixed her makeup. We'd agreed she'd keep me informed as the evening progressed. They were going to meet in a popular bar and see how things went from there. We stared at each other at the door, then kissed deeply.

"I love you wife."

"I love you husband." She raised her eyebrow and twirled out the door.

She texted me when she got there. He was already waiting. I was already erect. The silence, the lack of messages for the next lifetime -- which was really 30 or 40 minutes -- was excruciating and arousing.

"He's fun. ;)"

"Not getting a second round."

"At his place" made me cum. I couldn't help it, I'd been on the edge for too long. I painted the headboard above me, the orgasm was so intense. A few minutes later the phone buzzed again.

"Can I fuck him baby? I need to hear you say it."

My hands shook and my cock throbbed as I texted back "Do it. Fuck him."

I spent the next two hours going out of my mind. I was so turned on I almost beat bruises into my crotch. I waited and waited for more texts, but nothing came through. Then I heard her car pulling into the driveway. She opened the door, and her hair was a mess, her dress off kilter, and I knew immediately that she'd done it, she'd gone all the way. I felt like a teenager again thinking that. But I still asked. I needed to hear her say it.

"Did you fuck him?"

"Oooh, yes. Three times. I'm kind of ooooh-" I interrupted her by spinning her around, lifting her dress and slamming myself into her drenched cunt.

"I did it baby, I was a slut for you, can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel how used my pussy is? It's all for you baby, that's it (ugh) take me (ugh) take me back baby (grunt) does this make you need to take me (ugh) do it, fuck me, this is for US baby"

I was pounding her, fucking so hard she rose to her tiptoes. It almost felt like I was lifting her off the floor.

"I need your cum baby, fill me up" she groaned.

I spun her back around, lifted her so her knees were inside my elbows, and walked us over to the couch. I had reached that perfect state where I was hard as a rock, but I knew I could keep fucking for a while. I leaned forward and we fell onto the couch with me on top of her. The impact drove me so deep Melanie screamed. I held myself as deep as I could and ground myself into her.

When she regained her breath she started talking to me.

"How was it baby? Did you imagine us? Did you imagine what he was doing to me, while you stroked this big cock?"

"Did he force you to suck him?"

"No baby, he never had the chance to force me. I couldn't wait to suck him. I wanted his dick in my mouth so bad baby."

She grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her mouth.

"Picture it husband, picture his dick in my mouth" and she started to give a blowjob to my finger. She paused every now and then to add details.

"I gave him head while I was on my knees. I stripped while I gave him my mouth."

It was hard to coordinate the fucking I was giving her with her mouth on my finger.

"Your WIFE sucked his dick baby, he shot a load right into my mouth. I want more cum. Give me your cum baby, I need it."

I moved her legs so I could get as deep as possible and ground myself into her. The clitoral stimulation pushed her into her orgasm, and I held myself deep as she quivered and moaned under me. When she finished I began to really pound her. I couldn't wait any longer.

"Did you swallow him?"

"No baby, I only swallow for you. I spit it all over my tits and rubbed it in. Grab my tits baby, squeeze them."

I pictured his cum running out of her mouth, her hands rubbing him into her amazing breasts. Then she squeezed me, stared into my eyes and said "I love you. Thank you husband." I gave a huge thrust and filled her with my sperm.

We lay together, still joined, panting and regaining our senses.

"That was amazing."

"Yes it was. Wow."

"Are we doing this again?"

"Hell yes we are!"

For the next couple nights we went to be early, and she'd give me more details of her night with Andy. It was intense. Our sex drive had been turned up to eleven, and that was only a brief pause on the way to twelve and into the teens!

Two weekends later she had another date with Andy. Melanie put on some amazing lingerie, and I licked her pussy while she put on her makeup. She tasted amazing. When she was ready she put on a trench coat and was out the door. I got a few text messages, similar to before, and then I got a picture. She was on her knees, the trench coat was gone, and her breasts were magnificently displayed by the teal shelf bra. A single rope of cum stretched from her forehead down to her left nipple. I stared, transfixed, and I don't know how long it was before I blinked and resumed stroking my erection. Somehow I held off, edging for hours until the I heard the doorknob turn.

"Oh, baby, what a night." Her trench coat was barely closed. You could see the middle of the shelf bra in the opening, and her thighs swept the coat almost open as she walked toward me. Her hair was rumpled, her lipstick was a mess, she looked tired but happy, and I don't know if I'd ever seen her look more irresistible. She laughed as I pulled her into the living room, threw her on the couch, and knelt behind her. She yelped as I forced my rigid erection into her dripping, soft snatch. I won't kid around. I didn't last long. Melanie yielded, spreading herself to accept my and I gave her everything I had. She was sore, but she didn't push me off. We laid together for a few minutes, then I took her upstairs and drew her a bath.

When she got out, we crawled in bed and we both feel deeply asleep. I was clasped to her as close as I could get, and she pressed herself back against me. I was amazed at how close I felt to her. In the morning, I woke up with a huge erection. Melanie was sleeping on her back. The sheets had worked down and uncovered one of her breasts. I kissed from her shoulder down to her nipple, and began sucking it as I fingered her pussy. It was still wet. Her legs began to move, and she woke up to the sensations of my lips on her nipple and my fingers stroking between her lips.

"Mmmm. Good morning husband, yeeesssss, keep sucking. Oh, be gentle. I'm still a bit sore. You were so rough last night. And so was Andy. Do you want to hear what I did for him baby? Do you want to hear what a little slut I waaaahhhh!"

I pushed another couple of fingers into her. I guessed she'd forgotten about being sore.

"I'm turning into a slut baby. On the way home I pulled up next to a hot guy at a light. I flashed him my tits. Your wife showed her tits to a stranger baby. Aaaaa-hhh!"

I mounted her. She gave me a flirty smile as she pretended to hold her legs together, but not for long. I teased her with just the tip. She swirled her hips, keeping the knob captured just inside her. After a few rotations she locked her legs and tried to pull me all the way in. I resisted, giving her about half.

"Come on, fuck me baby, please, fuck your slut. Do you want to hear more about my date? Do you want to hear what he did to me after that photo? How I sucked him hard again and mounted him? How your WIFE got on top of another man and guided his rod into me? I fucked HIM baby. I was forcing myself down onto him. Do you want me to ride you?"

I wrapped my arms around her, we rolled, and she was on top of me, still locked together.

"Oooh, that's it, this is just how Melanie (grind) rode (grind) Andy's (grind) big (grind) hard (grind) dick (grind). I love that you let me do this husband. It's so fucking sexy. But you don't just LET me do it, do you? You love waiting at home while I'm out fucking, don't you? You love being married to a sexy, adventurous woman. You love hearing all about him penetrating me, filling me up. Mmmmm, yes, I can feel you throb. Throb for your sexy wife."

She was completely right. It was driving me crazy, in the best possible way.

"You know, he fucked me twice after he shot that load on my face and my tits. Andy fucked your wife, and then he fucked your wife again, and then I came home and you fucked me. Wait, he fucked me, I flashed my tits, and then you fucked me husband."

I grabbed her hips, held in place and pounded up into her, filling her shared pussy with my load.

For the next few days it was just like before, we'd calm down for a few hours, maybe most of the day, and then Melanie would make a comment or something would come to mind about her date and we'd fuck like bunnies on speed. It was amazing. Not just physically, either -- I felt emotionally closer to her than I ever had before. And I could tell she felt more confident, more secure in her sensuality. I was so happy for her! Sure, I was reaping some serious benefits, but I was honestly happy for her. I'd been telling her for years how beautiful she was, and while I'd gotten her to stop objecting I could tell she'd never really believed me. Now she was starting to.

All this went on a few more times until Andy had to leave town for a while. Melanie had flashed a couple other guys, and once at a restaurant she'd even flashed a guy her bare pussy! We went home and I licked and pounded her to multiple orgasms. This was the life I'd always wanted, with a kink I'd never known would appeal to me.

It didn't take long for us to find her another date. Stan was a bit younger, but his attitude really turned Melanie on. Their first date was lunch at a restaurant an hour or so away. When she came back, she wasn't wearing panties. We crawled into bed and she rubbed her pussy up and down my erection while telling me about her date. She had slid off her panties, wrapped them around his dick, and stroked him off under the table.

"He filled my panties with so much cum I couldn't even bring them home. He has my panties husband. Do you know what else? The waiter saw us. You should have seen the look on his face. He was going to get us in trouble, so do you know what I did baby? I flashed him my pussy. I showed him my bare, dripping, wet little pussy. I offered to jack him off too but he freaked out and dashed away. What if I'd fucked him baby? Would you like that? Your wife out on a date and fucking the waiter too?"

This kept us going for another week until her next chance for a date with Stan. She told me how much she was looking forward to it, she described how he'd felt in her hand, she teased me until we fucked ourselves sore. A couple of days before the date she asked me to hold off. She didn't want to be too sore that night! "All right, fine, but I'm going to paint your breasts every day until then" I said. She gave me a sultry smile and agreed, pulling out her luscious tits.

The night of her date, I licked her again as she got ready. She went with elegant outer clothes, and very little underneath. I took some pictures of her getting ready.

"Goodbye husband. I love you."

"Goodbye wife. I love you."

And she was off.

A little over an hour later I started getting texts. They must have been from Stan's phone. The first was her dress pulled up to reveal her beautiful ass split by her thong. You could only see it at the top of her cheeks, though. I couldn't be sure, but I thought the picture was from the waiting area at a restaurant. Then a shot of her cleavage in the dress. Then later a shot of her pussy, her dress pulled up and her thong nowhere to be seen. It looked like she was on a couch. Then came a text from Melanie.

"Tell me you want me to fuck him baby. Tell me. I want you to say it." Kiss emoji.

This was new, but it turned me on.

"Do it wife. Fuck him. Keep sending pictures."

There was no answer until about ten minutes later. I got another picture, of his dick spreading her pussy open. He was inside her with about an inch yet to go. It was an electrifying sight. That was the last picture of the evening until Melanie got home. I'd shot a huge load, but as soon as I heard her car I was hard as a rock.

She came through the door, stark naked! Had she driven that way, or stripped in the driveway? Good thing it was late! I started to say something, but she put her finger to my lips and dropped to her knees. Fuck yes, a blowjob! She started stroking me, rubbing my knob on her face, stretching up to rub it on her tits.

"Did you like the pictures husband?"

"Fuck yes, they were so hot. Did he fuck you good?"

"Mmm, so good baby. He really pounded me, he really filled me up."

"That's so hot. You are so incredibly sexy baby. Suck me?"

"Mm-mm-mm, no baby. You just get a handjob tonight."

"What?"

"That's what Stan told me."

"WHAT?"

I backed away from her, pulling her off balance. She fell forward, naked on her hands and knees.

"That's what STAN told you? You are my WIFE."

"I know baby, but he wants-"

"FUCK what he wants. This is for US. This is about US. You. Are. My. WIFE."

"Baby, I-"

"No. Follow me."

I turned and stormed up the stairs to our bedroom. When I turned around, she was behind me, doing her best to cover her breasts with one arm, and hiding her pussy with the other.

"Kneel."

"Baby, I-"

"KNEEL."

Her eyes were saucers at this point. She started slowly moving forward. I crossed my arms and waited. She got close to me.

"You have misread the situation. So has he. He's done. Understood?"

I looked into her eyes, and saw concern change into amazement, and then into admiration.

"Yes husband." She whispered.

"I am your husband. You and I, us, will always come first. That is not open for debate. Understood, wife?"

"Yes husband."

"Good. Now show me you understand."

Melanie reached for my cock, staring into my eyes. I looked at her hands and shook my head. She got the message, and let her hands fall away. She had to use only her mouth. She took me in, and I put my hands on her head, letting her get comfortable for a few strokes before I took control and made love to her mouth. I was furious at Stan, but I didn't let that didn't override the fact that this was my wife.

"He's done. Clear? Never again."

It felt so good on my erection when she murmured "mm-hm" without taking her mouth off of me. After a few minutes of enjoying her mouth, I took her by the shoulders and lifted her, swinging us around so she was on the bed. She stared at me in a way I'd never seen before, biting her lip as she opened her legs. I stared down, and I must have done so for a minute too long. Melanie whispered "please husband" and grabbed her breasts, presenting them to me like an offering.