Steve, my husband, loves me to wear tarty, slutty things and recently bought me a sheer nightdress/teddy that looks like a French maids outfit...comes with a tiny thong and it's little more than some see through black nylon trimmed with white lace...Primark, a fiver...he added some hold ups and I got a very thorough fucking the first night I wore it for him...we joked about me wearing it to serve dinner for him!
Last weekend he went out on the Saturday night to meet a mate but said that he wouldn't be long, just a couple of pints...and gave my arse and tits a good mauling as he kissed me goodbye, telling me that he's be seeing me later, leaving me in no doubt that he fancied a shag. He had been gone about an hour when he sent me a text telling me that he would be back by 10 and to be wearing something slutty when he got in as 'I have a hard on up to my eyebrows.' Now, I don't know about you, but I love the anticipation of sex almost as much as the act, so I wasted no time in slipping into my new maid's outfit and matching stockings...I turned the heating up and got myself a large whiskey and put one of my favourite lesbo porn DVD's on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in my skimpy outfit, big nipples poking through the material and the tiny thong barely covering my pussy and knew that Steve wouldn't waste any time in shagging me senseless once he got home.
He sent me a couple more texts asking if my pussy was wet, had I been 'fingering my slutty hole' (I had!) and telling me how big and hard his cock was and how he was going to ram it up my cunt while he watched match of the day! As you can imagine I was in quite a state by the time I heard his key in the door and was just giving my nipples a firm tweak when he walked in...followed by a young guy I had never seen before! I immediately started to cover myself up with my hands as best as I could - almost impossible given what I was wearing - before a sharp glance from Steve stopped me. So, I took a deep breath and kept my hands by my side as the lad's eyes feasted on my as good as naked tits.
"Jane, this is Ryan, he has just started working at our place as an apprentice and I thought I'd buy him a couple of pints to make him feel welcome...and it was his 18th last week after all."
Now, I may have told you that I do like younger girls...but I don't think I mentioned that I like younger guys too...and although Ryan may have been 18 he certainly looked younger...and my pussy started twitching at the thought of getting my hands on him which was surely what Steve had in mind! Steve took a very bemused looking Ryan's coat and told him to sit down on the sofa, which he managed to do without looking at me...his face was scarlet by now as you can imagine but I caught a furtive glance in my direction as Steve came back into the room.
"C'mon Jane", he said "How about a drink for our guest, lets have a whiskey, make them large ones - I know how you like large ones!"
He said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have your half naked wife serve drinks to strangers. I slowly stood up, sticking my tits out (and as a 36E they do stick out) and sucking my tummy in before walking into the kitchen. My hands were shaking as I poured the drinks into two glasses. I took a long gulp from the bottle for myself before taking them into the lounge. I passed one to Steve before standing in front of Ryan. I leant forward so that my big tits rolled around inside the thin material as I handed the other drink to him, almost taking his eye out with my swollen nipples.
They were sitting either end of the sofa and although there was a gap between them, I went and sat on the chair almost opposite. Steve gestured with his glass towards the TV where a busty blonde had three fingers deep inside a young black girl's pussy and was licking her clit.
"Do you like porn Ryan? Jane loves it; particularly girl-girl stuff like this, bet it was getting you really turned on wasn't it?"
I could only nod in agreement, unsure as I was who was most embarrassed, me or Ryan.
"Bet you had your hands in your knickers as well didn't you? I know what you are like."
Again, I could only nod, wondering where he was going with this line of conversation.
I soon found out.
Steve stood up and came over to my chair before dropping to one knee in front of me. He reached forward and ran his hands up the outside of my thighs, his fingers stretched forward until they found the thin elastic of my tiny thong which he then pulled firmly down and off. He pushed my thighs wide apart, hooking my legs over the arms of the chair as my bottom and pussy edged forward leaving me spread wide. I don't think that I have ever felt as vulnerable or as turned on in my life before. I looked up at Ryan, his gaze firmly fixed between my legs. Freshly shaved and recently fingered, my pussy was obviously wet, the pink inner lips poking out invitingly and I could almost feel the heat from his eyes as they burned into me. Steve picked up my right hand and placed it gently against the swollen lips of my pussy.
"I bet we interrupted you, didn't we? Why not carry on; you know how I love to watch you."
Now this is certainly true and there have been many times that we have watched each other, me mesmerised by his hand pumping his long hard cock and him equally excited as I rubbed my clit and slid my fingers in and out of my sopping hole...but never have I done it in front of a stranger or in a situation where I was the centre of attention like this...but I wanted to, god I wanted to...I cupped my smooth mound and allowed my middle finger with it's bright red nail to slide gently upwards parting my outer lips and exposing the hot pink inside. I gently ran the finger up my slit a few times, each time going higher and higher as I let my moisture coat the hood of my clit before pushing more firmly, adding another finger and another, my engorged labia now spread wide. I poised my finger over my hole before circling firmly and spearing in up to the second knuckle in one sharp motion...in and out, in and out, fast then slow I plunged my finger in before adding another one. Ryan was staring open mouthed by now while Steve was undoing his trousers and dragging out his hard cock.
I could hear a sloshing sound and could feel the butterflies on my stomach that often herald the start of my orgasm...I pulled my fingers out and pulled back the hood of my clit exposing the hard little button to their gaze and my fingers...my slippery wet fingers now circled it firmly and I pulled and tugged at it with my thumb and forefinger before starting to rub in earnest, two fingers rubbing up and down with increasing pressure...I could feel myself loosing control and heard a groan fill the room, little realising that it was me making the noise...from half closed eyes I could see Steve wanking his hard cock, the big grin on his face in stark contrast to the anguished expression on Ryan's who sat with one hand firmly clamped around his whiskey glass and the other resting on his quivering thigh. "I want your cock" I thought as the storm broke over me, the choirs of angels were playing at full volume as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me and I felt my juice gushing out over my fingers.
"Fantastic!" Said Steve "Now get your arse over here and suck my cock before I make a mess on the carpet."
I was almost in a daze as I unhooked my legs from over the arms of the chair and took the couple of steps towards him before dropping to my knees. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my mouth down to his big hard cock, firmly pushing it deep into my mouth. I could taste his salty pre-cum as he raised his hips to force it deeper down my throat, groaning and sighing as I managed to get just about all of it inside my mouth and throat...sword swallowing would be easy once you learn to deep throat cock!
I steadied myself against his knees and settled down to my task, sucking deeply and rhythmically as he grunted and groaned above me. Between his gasps he started urging Ryan to get his cock out "C'mon Ryan, you're next, she fuckin' loves spunk, she can't get enough...c'mon, don't be shy...ahh, that's it, get it out...ohhh, she is going to love that, wait 'till she get's her gob on that mate, she is going to suck your balls right through your cock, she'll suck your knob clean off."
I could tell from the sound of his breathing and the way that he was grinding my teeth into his pubes that he was getting closer. I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder and harder as I let him work my whole head up and down his cock, his hips bucking and twisting as he forced his cock deeper into my throat...my cheeks were burning with the effort and I was starting to go dizzy when he finally gave an almighty roar and I felt him swell to his maximum before his spunk started hosing out, filling my mouth and throat and bursting from my tightly clamped mouth to drip down over his thighs...I swallowed frantically but still it came pumping out accompanied by a constant stream of encouragement from my husband...well, encouragement along the lines of "Take it all you filthy whore, you cock sucking slut, you get drunk on spunk don't you, you dirty slag."...Just as well that I love being called things like that, dirty talk has always been a real turn on for both of us!
