Honey It Was Your Idea

Karen Wright gasped as her husband Barry pumped his cock into her tight, wet pussy. Her dirty blonde hair spilled over the dark blue pillowcase. Her brown eyes burned into Barry's, then she frowned, "Barry, you fucking better not cum too fast! I am warning you!"

Barry shivered and then groaned; he looked away, avoiding his beautiful wife's stern look. She slapped his bottom hard, and Barry grunted as the sound of her slap on his bare ass filled the bedroom.

Karen slapped his ass once more, but only this time, even harder, and then she asked, "Do you understand me? Don't you fucking dare even think about rabbit fucking me!"

Barry shivered as the hard slap bit into his asscheek, and he felt the stinging, burning sensation begin. Karen's handprint was red on his pale asscheek. Barry tried to slow himself down, But Karen's tight, wet pussy, it just felt so fucking good. Barry's eyes squeezed shut as he began to pant just like a fucking dog.

Barry gasped, and then he began to erratically fuck, Karen. Barry's face twisted as Karen warned, "Don't you dare, you better hold back, Barry. I fucking mean it!"

Barry cried out, "Oh god, oh my god, oh fuck, oh baby... Baby, I can't fucking help it! I... I'm going to cum, oh shit, shit, shit... fuck!"

Barry grunted and cried out in frustration, along with his wife's cry of another disappointed attempt by her husband to pleasure her. Karen stared at her spasming husband as he emptied his balls into her unsatisfied pussy.

Karen groaned as her frustration boiled over, "You fucker! Barry, what the fuck? You are like a fucking, junior high school boy that just got his first piece of fucking ass! Goddam it, Barry!"

Barry winced as he spilled the last of his warm seed into his wife's clinging pussy. Her hand soon returned to spanking his bottom. Barry wiggled his bottom as Karen slapped it with both hands.

Barry cried out, "Ah... Ah... Oww... Fuck, baby, that hurts!"

Karen retorted, "It's supposed to hurt, you asshole. Why, what the fuck, Barry! Lately, you fuck me like a selfish fuck; please help me understand why. What is going on with your dick?"

Karen looked at her husband, her face masked with disappointment and frustration. Barry shivered and shook slightly, his voice wavered, "I dunno, Karen. God knows that I am not purposefully doing this. I know that I am a fucking, minute man lately, shit. I am very embarrassed, honey; I'm so sorry! I have brought this up before and will do it again. Maybe you should fuck another man. I don't know; I want you to be satisfied sexually. I honestly do, Karen. Maybe we should," Barry looked down at Karen, his eyes softened, "I don't know, open up our marriage?"

Karen rolled her eyes, and she looked at Barry, "What is this shit, Barry? Are you telling me that I should fuck another guy? Barry, you have been telling me that for quite a while now. I don't want to fuck another guy. Honestly, I don't. But if you keep throwing it out there, dangling it like a carrot before a donkey. Well, you had better watch out; you might come home to a naked wife. And my fucking legs will be spread open wide, with my used cunt dripping someone else's jizz! I am just saying, keep it up; you might get your wish. Whether you want me to fuck another man or not!"

Karen looked at Barry's sad face; she felt very revved up emotionally. She didn't mean to criticize Barry, but fuck, she was horny and, once again, unfulfilled. Karen gave his bare bottom several more hard swats, and Barry grunted as he twisted his ass. His deflated cock slipped out of Karen's pussy. Karen felt a trickle of semen sliding down the crack of her ass; she got a devilish idea.

Barry gasped, "Do you like spanking me, like a... like a naughty boy or something?"

Karen chuckled; to Barry, it sounded a bit ominous. Karen answered, "As a matter of fact, Barry, I am enjoying spanking your ass. You have had a spanking coming for quite a while. Perhaps I should put you over my lap and take my hairbrush to your bare bottom. Be careful; there could always be a first-time."

Barry quivered, and Karen noticed; she snickered, "Perhaps you would like me to spank that bare ass of yours. Sometimes, I think you could benefit from a good, hard spanking."

Karen looked at her husband's blushing face; she smirked and slapped him soundly again, "Barry, I am serious about spanking you. But for now, get the fuck off of me and lay on your back. You are getting me off, baby; I am going to sit my jizz filled pussy, right on that embarrassed face of yours. And you are going to lick that wet pussy, like your life depends upon it!"

Barry balked, "Karen, I just came in your pussy. Certainly, you can't expect me to lick it after that."

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Karen laughed, "Your damn right that I expect you to lick my pussy, right now. I have tasted your cum, Barry. You never seemed to mind me sucking your dick after it was fucking my pussy either, come to think of it, did you?"

Karen looked at her cowering husband; Barry was always more laid back than Karen was. So if there were going to be a debate or argument about licking her freshly fucked pussy, Karen would prevail. Barry repositioned himself, laying flat on his back, and waited for the inevitable. Karen smirked as she looked down at him, "That's perfect, honey."

Karen knelt and swung her leg over her prone husband. She was facing his deflated cock as she lowered herself as a strand of Barry's cum dangled from between the pink lips of her pussy. Barry looked at the stringy rope of his sperm as it dripped down and clung to his cheek. A moment later, Karen's bare ass covered his face.

Barry groaned as his wife's wet asshole covered his nose before she repositioned herself. Karen giggled as she felt the tip of her husband's nose rubbing her asshole. "Ohhhh, that tickled; how does my ass smell, baby, like dirty sex?"

Barry grunted as Karen's warm, slick pussy now covered his face. Karen grunted, "Ahhh... much better! Come on, Barry, you know what to do now; start licking."

Karen waited, for this was the moment of truth. Would Barry subject himself to cleaning her after he had just fucked, and ejaculated inside of her pussy? Karen only had to wait for a moment. She felt Barry's tongue begin to tentatively lick her cunt. Karen smiled, pleased with her compromising husband.

Karen groaned with pleasure as Barry's tongue began darting over the lips of her messy pussy. She shivered as she thought about her husband. Was he a closet submissive? Barry didn't put up any fuss or fight when she was spanking his ass. He looked like a shamed schoolboy; Karen liked this, her newfound dominance, "Barry, oh yeah, just like that. Lick my pussy, lick up your jizz, eat your mess!"

Karen wiggled her bottom slowly; to her, it felt like an erotic dance. Her pussy was being pleasured by her husband's tongue in its semen-filled condition. And her husband was eating her out like a starving man. She couldn't help that feeling of sexual power that she felt right now as Barry diligently licked her cunt. Karen thought of what Barry had been telling her lately, actually for the past couple of months. What was up with him? Telling her to let another man fuck her.

Was Barry trying to see if she would have sex with another man so that he could watch? Could she fuck another man? With what seemed like having her husband's blessings? Barry dug his tongue into Karen's pussy; she could hear him slurping his ball cream from her cunt. Karen shivered because her pussy right now felt sensitive as fuck! She giggled to herself as she pictured Barry coming home and finding her naked and thoroughly fucked on their bed. What would Barry do if she pointed to her cunt oozing with another man's cum, and she simply said, "Alright, Barry, now lick it all up."

Karen gasped as Barry's tongue flicked over her clit. She gleefully voiced her approval, "Oh yeah, oh fuck yes, baby, eat that fucking cream pie that you made of my pussy. So... You want me to fuck another man, do you? Baby, if you keep bringing that up and telling me that it is alright. What do you think is going to happen, huh?"

Karen waited as Barry groaned, "Well, what would you do if I had another man's hard cock, fucking me? Barry, you and I could never return or erase what happened."

Karen felt her husband's tongue become more feverish as he ate her out. Karen snickered, "I don't know, Barry, just suppose I liked it. Getting fucked by another guy. Barry, baby, what if he has a huge dick? Would that be alright with you?"

Karen waited for his answer; the only sound in their bedroom was the sound of Barry slurping and eating her pussy. Karen wiggled her ass over his face, "Well, would you be jealous of what another man possesses?"

Barry moaned, "Baby, Karen, I... I don't know how I would feel. Honestly, right now, I am kind of excited at the thought. Is that fucked up? You must think that I am so fucking warped and jaded."

Karen looked towards Barry's penis; it was fully erect again! Fuck, he never recovered that fast. At least not since they were in their twenties. With both of them on the backside of thirty, Karen was somewhat amazed that Barry was again hard. Karen reached down and took Barry's sticky cock in her hand. She giggled, "Oh my, I think that someone likes the idea of me getting fucked, by another guy."

Barry groaned as he felt Karen take his cock in her hand. Karen began to pump his cock slowly. Karen felt alive, so fucking alive. She scooted her bottom forward as another devilish idea came to mind. Barry had never licked her ass before. Well, it was now time to change that. Karen thought about settling her sweaty ass over Barry's face and having him lick her asshole.

Karen sighed, "Barry, what would you do if I wanted my pussy licked by you; After another guy cums in my pussy?"

Barry moaned; he flicked his tongue faster over Karen's pink pearl. Barry stopped and grunted, "Fuck, baby, I don't know how I would react. I guess that, well, I guess that I would cross that bridge when or if it ever happens."

Karen snickered, "I think you would lick me out, Barry. You would like to try it, eating a cream pie. Barry, for now, I want you to lick my asshole. Clean your cum off of my ass!" Karen resettled herself over her husband's face, this time placing her ass over his nose and mouth.

Karen waited with her hand holding Barry's hard cock, and with her ass hovering an inch or two over his face. She felt Barry shift his arms and cup the cheeks of her ass. Karen smiled when Barry pulled her bottom down, and his tongue started exploring her asscrack; she felt victorious in a way--knowing that her husband would quite honestly give her this incredible freedom, along with his very docile behavior. Karen thought this was the first instance of being in charge of Barry and his submissiveness. Free to fuck another guy without any worry about repercussions! Karen moaned, "Oh yeah, lick my ass, baby. Please show me how much you want to please your hot wife! I can just imagine your face between my legs after I was fucked by someone else's cock! Oh fuck yes, honey, eat my asshole out!"

Karen now felt something so pleasurable, a wicked sensation she had never felt before. She now knew the pleasures that a man's tongue licking her ass could bring to her, and she knew that this one time would never be enough. Karen grunted in pleasure, "Baby, make your tongue stiff, then stick it in my ass!"

Karen waited momentarily; she resumed slowly stroking Barry's cock as he buried his tongue inside of her ass. Karen cried out, " Oh fuck, baby! Tongue fuck my ass, show me what you will do for me if I decide to fuck somebody else for you!"

Karen felt Barry's cock flex in her hand as he moaned. She was immediately treated to Barry's tongue, thrilling her with newfound sexual pleasures. Karen moaned as she jerked her husband's thick, hard, seven-inch cock. Karen almost pissed herself at the uncontrollable feelings of pleasure. She wanted to cum; she needed to orgasm badly.

Karen had to tease Barry, "Fuck baby, you're hard as fuck again! You naughty, fucking boy! Wanting your sweet wife to become a slut. Asking her to fuck some strange cock, I bet that you want to watch it all too! Don't you, baby, you want to watch me getting fucked. You wanna see another man making me cry out in pleasure, you kinky fucker!"

Barry moaned like he was a horny bitch, in heat. Karen laughed as she raised her ass away from Barry's face. She regretted losing the pleasure that his asslicking was giving her. But Karen wanted to cum. She was so fucking close, fuck what a turn of events. Karen mostly ignored it when Barry mentioned her being with another guy. Karen could now plainly see that Barry harbored a secret fantasy of sharing her with other men.

Barry moaned as his tongue wiggled at the thin air after Karen changed position. Barry groaned, "Yes, baby, I want it, Karen! I want it all for you; you deserve to have sexual pleasure and fulfillment as a part of your life! I will do anything for you, anything."

Karen snickered, "Oh, you will, Barry. You would be on call for me and whatever I want from you. Now, lick that pussy for me. Make me fucking cum!"

Barry did precisely that; he ate Karen's pussy with renewed vigor and determination. He enjoyed Karen's loud, spirited climax. Barry enjoyed the oozing sperm that coated his tongue almost as much as the flood of Karen's powerful orgasm. Barry wanted it when Karen turned and impaled herself on his hard, stout cock. Karen rode Barry's hard boner to another climax, and they were both silently amazed that Barry lasted long enough to give Karen another climax.

Karen sat at the table inside Walden Books. She was alone with her coffee and her thoughts, especially about last night. She had a couple of books that she purchased that dealt with the subject of hot wives and their husbands. Karen thought about how Barry's cock became so hard again and so quickly. Not only that but also how he licked his mess of ball cream without an ounce of hesitation from her pussy.

That floored Karen; she silently wondered why she hadn't addressed this idea of Barry's sooner. And then, when Barry licked and ate her ass out so willingly, now that felt fucking incredible. Barry performed that without any resistance at all. She smiled at that thought as she sat at her table. God, I can not wait for a repeat of that, Barry licking her between her legs and the cheeks of her ass. It was no surprise that Karen was getting aroused at the table. She then wondered what it would be like to have another guy fucking her as Barry watched. Would he be masturbating? Should she even allow him to masturbate? Should she let him masturbate as he licked her fucked pussy clean? Hmmm, decisions, decisions, just what to do here with this carnal possibility.

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Karen's thoughts then turned to Barry; she wondered if he would lick her freshly fucked cunt. What would he do if the man's ball cream was dripping from between the lips of her pussy. Would he get down between her spread-open thighs and start licking her out? God, she felt her pussy spasm at the thought of her husband's tongue searching the folds of her cunt for another man's cock snot. Karen started to scissor her legs open and close unconsciously. She looked at the title of the top book, "Hot Wives and the Men That Love Them."

Karen felt so very naughty, becoming aroused among other strangers in the store. She had a strong desire to push her hand down her pants and play with her excited pussy. Her face began to feel warm; she looked up and was surprised to see an attractive man standing before her.

He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place him. He was dark-haired with green eyes; perhaps it was his eyes. They would be hard to forget. He smiled, "Karen Christopherson, is that you?"

Karen looked taken aback that he knew her by her maiden name; she looked curiously at him, "Well, my name was Karen Christopherson," She held up her left hand, "Now that I am married, my name is Karen Wright. Ahh...do I know you? You seem familiar, but I can't place you."

He grinned, "My name is Jake, Jake Kendrick. I am Madison's little brother."

Karen's eyes widened in surprise, "Holy shit, Jake! I haven't seen you or Madison in so many years! Oh my god!"

Karen stood up and said, "Give me a hug, Madison's bratty little brother!" Jake took Karen in his arms, and they hugged each other warmly.

Karen leaned back as she looked at him, "I guess you are not Madison's little brother anymore. Gosh, Jake, you turned out to be so handsome. Sit with me; let's catch up."

Jake sat across from Karen and looked down at Karen's books, "Hmmm, Hot Wives," he smirked and then asked Karen, "Are you one of those Hot Wives, Karen? You certainly are beautiful enough to be one."

Karen felt her face warm; she thought about putting them back in the bag, but as the saying goes, "The cat's out of the bag, now."

Karen shrugged, "Wouldn't you like to know, Jake? You know, you always were the nosy one. Always wanting to know what your sister and I were doing."

Jake sheepishly laughed, "Yeah, that was me, alright. I was always sticking my nose into your business. Forgive me, I was talking out of turn; my apologies."

Karen smiled, "No worries, Jake. I would have broken the ice in the same manner. So, what about you? Are you married or involved," Karen smirked and added, "To a hot wife or something?"

Jake chuckled, "No, no hot wife for me. I almost wound up married. But my common sense kicked in, and we called it off," Jake laughed and continued, "So now, I am a confirmed bachelor. I just moved back to town, and you know that Madison is also married, but she isn't so happy. At least, I don't think that she is. Sometimes, it is just hard to stay connected to people after we grow older, you know?"

Karen nodded, "Absolutely, Jake, I can relate to that. But you're such a good-looking guy; if I were a hot wife, you'd be on my list of men to do."

Jake shook his head as he smiled, "I wish you were, Karen. I have always had a crush on you. I used to think about you when I was mas... Whoops, forget that I just said that. I almost confessed something that is so very personal."

Karen's eyes turned as wide as saucers. "You didn't, Jake? My gosh, for real, did you, Jake? I think you are just trying to flatter me."

Jake laughed, "Hmm...Is it true that flattery will get you everywhere with women?"

Karen felt that growing itch of horniness returning in full force. Karen's cunt felt hotter than a furnace. She wanted to ask Jake a question now that the subject of Hot Wives was being talked about. Karen leaned closer to Jake, "So Jake, what if I am a Hot Wife? Would you be tempted to," Karen looked seriously at Jake, "Fuck me, Jake?"

It was Jake's turn for a surprise; his eyes widened. Karen thought that she saw a semblance of hope in his eyes. Jake stammered, "Karen, what about your husband? I do not want to be the cause of anyone getting a divorce. The questions that you ask, Karen. It is wild, though, having you asking me to have sex with you." Jake frowned and asked, "Karen, you are just fucking with me, right?"

Karen could feel her heart beginning to pound in her chest. She had to play this out, or she feared that she would never have the nerve to go through with fucking another man. It was also a bonus; he was a little bit younger than her and good-looking too! Plus, she already knew him, which meant a lot to Karen. Jake wasn't likely to be a psycho or a possessive asshole or anything. This situation of having sex with Jake just felt right to Karen

Karen was honest with him, "Actually, Jake, this is my husband's idea, believe it or not. He has been mentioning to me to take another man to bed and fuck him. He has, Jake, I shit you not. Barry has some trouble, umm, with stamina and erections, lately."