Linda stood in the front doorway of the house, cold air from the open door blowing her ridiculously fluffy bathrobe open and off her shoulders. She just stood there, staring at the large man leaning against the taxi across the street. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. A smile slowly spread across her face.
"Do you know him?" I asked.
"More or less," Linda answered.
We had just showered together after an interesting night of sex with college boys and other women's husbands, and had donned matching bathrobes that Jean had probably shared with her ex-husband when they were still married.
As wild as the office party was the night before, I doubted anything else could surprise me, but I was still curious. I was about to head up to the bedroom where Linda's boss, Kevin had passed out, but I had to wait to see where this was going. Linda was much more adventurous than I was, but if she'd actually flash some random taxi driver, I wanted to see it.
"Well, go see what he wants, or invite him in," I said. "You're letting in all the cold air."
"Sorry, Abby," Linda said. "I'll just be a minute."
I watched as she walked barefoot in the fresh dusting of snow, wearing nothing but the bathrobe, and then Linda gently kissed the taxi driver. She let the robe fall off her shoulders and then to the road where she left it before getting in the back seat of the taxi. I expected the large man to join her, but instead, he opened the driver door, gave a look in my direction, and smiled before getting in. He drove off with Linda seconds later.
I wondered how her husband, Brian, was going to react to her absence whenever he finally woke up. I slipped on a coat over my equally fluffy bathrobe, stepped into a pair of Jean's gardening boots, and retrieved the discarded robe from the road. My pink nipples became rock-hard thanks to the ice cold barbells piercing them. Once back inside, I put Jean's coat and boots in the foyer closet and decided to check on everyone else in the house.
I was thankful that the stairs and floors didn't creak as I made my way past the first bedroom. I peaked inside to see Kevin's wife, Renee, nestled between Dru and Greg, the two college boys that had been the designated drivers for any drunk couples, and "boy toys" for Renee the previous evening. All three were snoring softly.
In the next room, Danny and Eric both snored loudly, with a gap the size of Jean between them. I wondered where Jean, our hostess, went off to.
I didn't wonder long as I quietly walked toward the next room. The door was partly closed, left open just enough for me to see Jean sucking my husband Ron's cock while being taken from behind by her favorite black college student, Terry. I resisted the temptation to join them and moved on to the next room.
Kevin was in the same position Linda and I had left him. On his back, and snoring softly.
Before trying to rock Kevin's world again, I thought I'd check on Linda's husband, Brian, in the last bedroom.
Sound asleep.
I carefully closed the door, and went back to see if Kevin was ready for more of my tight, little body, completely forgetting that I hadn't seen Jean's son, Michael, anywhere else in the house.
Where Kevin's wife was rather voluptuous, I was anything but. Renee was 5' 7", 150 lbs, big natural boobs, a big butt, and always dressed in a way that tastefully showed off her assets.
I was always told I was small, cute, pretty - and not sexy - in high school, and while all the other girls grew a few more inches taller and gained some weight in four years, I stopped at 5' 2" and 100 lbs. When the other girls were going up a bra size or two, I stopped at an A+/B- cup, depending on the style of bra or swimsuit. I filled a B cup bra both times I was pregnant with my two kids, but my boobs went back to their usual small size soon after giving birth. Luckily, I married a "butt and legs" man.
Of course I would.
Being a natural strawberry blonde redhead, I tried not to tan too often as I freckled more than tanned, but a little makeup always smoothed things out. Thanks to my mom's advice of creams and lotions, my stretch marks remained barely noticeable.
I usually kept my long hair in a braid, but it curled easily when it wanted it to, which was often.
My eyes weren't just blue, but light blue, and were one of the first things people noticed after getting over how small I was everywhere else.
My round face, small nose, and straight teeth resulted in what most guys referred to as "pretty" even when I put on a lot of make-up. I even overheard one boy in high school say that he felt sorry for that pretty little girl trying to look sexy with all that makeup. Linda helped me skip sexy and go straight to slutty by simplifying the makeup and adjusting my clothing choices - if those choices could even be called clothing.
I did put on a little weight with the kids, but it mostly went to my hips and butt, resulting in a pear shape. I tried everything from Crossfit to yoga in an effort to bounce back, but I found Pilates and spin classes to be the most fun and rewarding. I ran a little, too.
I continued to work out even after getting back in shape mostly because it made me feel good, but also because I liked sex with my husband and stamina was important with him.
Linda had a lot of stamina.
A flat tummy, a small, perfectly round and hard butt, and perfect legs were all I had going for me.
Well, almost all.
I had gotten really good at blowjobs with some help from Linda (and later from Jean) through a lot of practice in a short amount of time. I also made Kegel exercises part of my workout routine to the point of having a very tight pussy when I wanted it to be.
I started to enjoy butt sex once I learned how to adjust my diet, so that was also a plus.
Once in awhile, I'd let Ron finish in my butt after making me come, just to cut down on our chances of getting pregnant again, but eventually I'd go on the pill. Linda preferred butt sex, and when my husband Ron started having his fun with her on business trips, I guess that's when he also started doing me up the butt more often when he was home. I never knew.
Thanks to Ron's idea of making home porn on what ended up being a short-but-frequent basis, we both decided to have our pubic hair removed. It made seeing the important parts easier, I supposed, but Ron really liked going down on me more than ever, and the video booth customers seemed to like it, too.
Ron was blessed with finding a wife with a large clit. He had no trouble figuring out where to put his fingers or his tongue during foreplay, and I knew exactly how to position myself on him to come almost every time we had sex. I had no idea how large my clit swelled compared to other women until Linda went down on me. She told me how lucky I was, and when I went down on her to return the favor, I believed her.
Linda inspired me to have my nipples pierced, too. I thought it might spice things up even further.
I was right. The piercings were a definite hit with my husband Ron, Linda's husband Brian, and Renee's husband, Kevin, and all the guys I ever interacted with in the video booths.
As for my butt hole, I had experimented with small butt plugs in the past, but nothing too serious. Linda helped me get serious. She also recommended that I have my butt hole bleached, even though it was already pretty, pink, and hairless. Of course, eventually I did that, too. Linda was the voice of experience, after all.
I quietly slid out of the bathrobe and set it on a corner chair in the bedroom. Without waking him, I crawled into bed with Kevin and pressed my naked body against his. I gently kissed his cheek, forehead, neck and finally his mouth. When he kissed me back, I wasn't even sure if he knew it was me. He kept his eyes closed and simply guided me on top of him. I rubbed my large, swollen clit on his shaft before guiding him inside me.
His hands went from my legs, to my hips, and up to my hard, erect pierced nipples before he opened his eyes.
"Abby?" Kevin suddenly asked.
"Uh-huh," I groaned, gyrating my hips a little before rocking them back and forth. He filled me completely, and my vaginal walls tightened around his shaft.
"Holy shit," Kevin muttered.
"You like my tight pussy, Kevin?" I asked playfully.
I had a good OBGYN, and the C-section scar from my son was barely noticeable. My daughter wasn't nearly as big and while a bit of a challenge, she came out naturally. Thanks to the Kegel exercises, I knew my pussy would still be a tight fit for anyone bigger than Ron. Kevin was much bigger.
"Where's Ron?" he asked. "Where's Renee?"
"Renee's asleep down the hall." I answered, moving up enough to give him a quick kiss on his ear. "My husband is fucking the hostess in the next room," I whispered.
He must have thought I was revenge fucking him; that I was getting even with Ron by fucking anyone I could. But, I really just wanted Kevin's dick right then and there.
He was Ron's boss, sure. Maybe it would help Ron keep his job, and maybe it wouldn't. Ron hadn't even fucked his wife, Renee, as far as anyone knew. This was all about Ron fucking Linda when Kevin thought he had Linda all to himself on business trips. He thought that when she was home, working at the office, she only fucked her husband, and rarely at that. Stumbling upon some after-hours office security camera footage, Kevin took the surprise pretty hard, threatening Ron and Linda's job security. There wasn't anything we could do to erase Kevin's memory of what happened, so Linda thought we should give Kevin something else to remember.
Jean's son, Michael, secretly used his phone to record some of the events of the evening, just in case Kevin needed a reminder.
Maybe I had been a little jealous to find out Ron had been fucking Linda, but after spending some time with her, I could see how it happened. She was hot. And Ron couldn't help himself. Even I wanted to fuck her.
After our pre-OnlyFan era videos became popular in amateur porn circles, Ron and I actually started making a little money at it. Wife, mother, and amateur porn star?
Could I be sexy? Yes.
Was I sexual? Definitely.
But a slut that fucked guys - and girls - that I knew and some that I didn't?
After the office party last night, apparently so.
I doubted I was anywhere near the slut Linda was, but I was just getting started. Plus, this was an alternative lifestyle that I had to keep from my kids and parents. Linda had it much easier not having to worry about either.
For the moment, though, I wanted to ride my husband's boss's cock for all it was worth, and not worry about anything else.
If anyone were to join us, I hoped it would be Linda's husband, Brian. It wasn't that Brian was anything special, but maybe because of just a little bit of jealousy I might have had leftover.
Instead, it was Michael that appeared out of the corner of my eye while I impaled myself on Kevin's thick tool. He wasn't naked, though. He was completely dressed, and stood silently while capturing the moment on his phone.
