Tucson to Tucumcari

CH 2

It was eleven when I heard her key in the door. She walked into the living room where I was and stood before me. I was reclined in my favorite chair. She had dressed for the occasion, wearing her most alluring black mini, one that she wore as foreplay, but never out of the house as it was hooker short. Her black seamed stockings were on display as were her garter straps. Her smile was an unmistakable revelation regarding her status as a wife who had just been fucked better than her husband was capable of. It was the most beautiful and sexy smile I had ever seen, one that told of satisfaction. My wife had been fucked into a gloriously slutty mental state.

She moved closer, standing next to my chair with her legs parted for the sake of access, she said, "Why don't you examine my crotch to see if I've been descent while you were away."

She was standing to my right so I brought my left hand across and reached under her dress, placing my fingers on her panties. They were drenched, feeling both wet and slippery.

"Smell your fingers now," she said.

I pulled them to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling her delicious pussy and the unmistakable musk of another man's semen. She reached down and pulled my robe open, exposing my hard and throbbing cock. Smiling wide she said, "Looks like somebody likes the smell of used pussy."

It wasn't just my fingers, the delicious aroma of rampant whoredom wafted from her crotch to my nostrils. Standing next to me like that, it was barely more than a foot away. The whole scene was exceeding the eroticism of my wildest fantasies.

"The best part," she said, "Is that my lover is so thick that my pussy is not going to feel anywhere near the same. He's turned it into his personal stretched out fuck hole. I hope this is what you wanted because I've already told him he can have me anytime he wants, whether your home or not. Is that okay, sweetie?"

She knew from our dirty talk during sex that what she was saying would drive me crazy with lust. I completely surrendered to what was happening. "Yes," I said.

"Put your fingers in my pussy and then your mouth. Let's see if you like the way your slutty wife tastes."

I complied quickly and was rewarded with the memory of tasting the sluts my friend and I had double teamed. To me anyway, nothing is more erotic than the taste of well fucked pussy. The fact that it was my wife's pussy and full of another man's cum made it hotter than tasting random sluts after a threesome.

In my three days out of town, my wife had been turned into the kind of woman I had fantasized about being married to. Although she hadn't said as much, yet, we both knew it was unlikely there was any going back. Her scent and taste had me wanting her to continue on this path.

She took off her panties and tossed then to the floor. There was a splat sound, like a wet rag hitting the floor, and I wondered how big this guys loads were if he left her panties that full of cum.

"Why don't you lie on the floor. You've been fantasizing about cleaning me after a good filling for too long. Your permission deserves a reward."

I quickly scooted to the floor and she positioned herself above me. Looking Up I saw cum running from her pussy and down her thighs. "Please be seated," I said, keeping my eyes glued to what looked like a pussy I had never seen before. Even her pubes were smeared with cum. She had definitely found the right guy for turning her into an insatiable woman.

She was facing me as she lowered herself and we were looking into each other's eyes. We were both seeing a look of unbridled lust.

"How does my pussy look?" she asked as it drew near.

"Very open and used."

"Do you like the way it looks?"

"I love it."

"Then I think we're going to be okay, because it's probably going to look like that more often than not."

I was about to say "good," but she finished her descent and covered my mouth with a pussy that would no longer be exclusive to me. My tongue went in search of whatever was left of her tryst. There were plenty of leavings, but I couldn't help but wish I had been there to go after their love juices immediately after their coupling.

I was noisily lapping at her and by my vigor made it obvious I was enjoying myself. After a minute or so she climbed off of my face and said, "Let's go to bed; I want to tell you about the last three days.

Once settled in and lying on our sides facing each other she said, "It seems like you're perfectly okay with what's happened."

"I am. In fact I've been hard while driving lately just thinking that you might go out and get what you need. I wish we had done this sooner, but I had some jealousy issues to work through. I kept thinking about you telling me you'd do slutty things if I wanted you to, and it finally hit that you said it because you wanted to. I knew at least part of me wanted that too, so it was just a matter of thinking about which part was bigger. Eventually I realized we both wanted it and why not became the question."

"How did you feel when I told you he was thick?"

"Excited, I mean why go get the same thing you can get at home? Wouldn't be much fun."

"It would still be fun. The taboo of being married and spreading my legs for other men really turns me on. I think there are more than a few women that would like to have permission to do dirty things."

"In my fantasies I always hoped if you found lovers on the side they would be bigger and hopefully much bigger."

She leaned over and kissed me passionately. She pulled away and looked at me with a star struck expression, like she was falling in love with me for the first time, or all over again. "Your in luck," she finally said, "Tim's huge. You know how I never cum when you fuck me, how it's only your tongue that gets me off? Tim's cock makes me cum, and if that doesn't trigger your jealousy ours is truly a match made in heaven."

"It does, a little, but I can't tell you how bad I want to see you cumming from his fucking."

"He says he wants that too. I told him how much bigger he is and that your cock doesn't make me cum. He loved hearing that. He's a bit of a show off. This afternoon when we got to the motel, he made me beg him to fuck me. I loved doing that for him. Be prepared. There's no way I can hide how much I love his cock. He makes me want to be the dirtiest little whore I can be for him." She rolled on her back, spread her legs wide and said, "Why don't you come get some of this whore pussy. See what the new me feels like."

I positioned myself between her legs and pushed into her, though fell in is more accurate. Her pussy was hot and wet, but there was no resistance whatsoever. I hadn't thought it possible for her to feel so huge. She giggled.

"I can barely tell you're in me," she said.

I think most guys would have been devastated hearing that. I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. "I can't believe how slutty you're cunt feels. I hope you can keep this guy coming around."

"I know what you mean," she said as I moved my cock in and out of her. She didn't show any sign that my cock was having an effect on her. She bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts, but only as a slutty reflex. I could tell my cock was nowhere near reaching the bottom of her pussy and barely touching the sides. Then she said something that sent me over the top. "I love knowing why I can't feel you in me." My cock erupted like it never has.

I climbed off of her and we went back to lying on our sides facing each other. "Now, let me tell you about Monday night, when I met Tom."

"I can't wait to hear it," I said, as she prepared to tell me about her first venture into the world of being a married slut.

"It started weeks before, I guess. Once you told me you might get jealous but wouldn't get mad if I stepped out, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then when our sex life slowed down the thoughts became a tingling between my legs that I couldn't ignore. I got myself off, but it wasn't satisfying. It wasn't what I needed."

My plan of withholding sex had worked, but I didn't think it was the right time to confess about that. "I've never really pried, being content to hear small bits about your sex life prior to our meeting. I was afraid it would just make me jealous. Now that this has happened, I'm ready to hear more."

"Well," she said, and then hesitated. "I wasn't a super slut or anything, but I did start young and I'd say I fucked about twenty guys before I met you."

"Wow."

"Is that a lot?"

"Not to me it isn't. By 'wow' I just mean that's more than I thought, but not in a bad way."

"Any way, as I was saying, I had pretty much made up my mind to go find some cock before this last Monday. Monday I brought myself close to orgasm a few times that day, with the intention of getting myself so horny that I wouldn't change my mind about finding a guy to fuck. I showered in the morning, so all my frigging after that kept my panties wet. I'm sure I smelled slutty down there. I wanted to find a guy like you that likes that kind of thing. You know how wet I get."

"I do. What did you wear?"

"That print mini with dark blue flowers, dark brown stockings so my pale thighs would contrast nicely when they showed, and a pair of pale blue panties that turn dark blue in the crotch area when I'm wet. I topped, or bottomed it off with my dark blue high heels. They add to my legginess but are so tall that I'm wobbly."

I pictured that outfit in my mind. I don't see how she wouldn't have had her choice of men wearing it. I love that dress. It's snug around her breasts, but flares out as it goes down. Even when it's only stocking tops showing, the loose thin material is always hinting at being ready to show more. On a windy day everything would be revealed. "Tell me about the pick-up part of your adventure."

"I went to Levi's, that swanky place down town. None of our friends go there and it's big enough to have some choices. There's always a lot of nice cars out front, so I knew the clientele would be a little up-scale."

"Did you have drinks before you left?"

"Yeah, cause I knew that would help with any remaining inhibitions. I had three and took a cab. Once there I sat at a table close to the bar and started scoping out the men. It was nine by then and the guys who drink too much were showing their wear. A couple of them came over and asked if they could buy me a drink. I said no, because frankly they weren't cute enough. I told them Iwas waiting for someone, which was true enough."

"And then?"

"And then the door opened and in walked a tall fit man. I couldn't see his face till he walked to the bar close to my table and sat down. He ordered a drink and turned to scan the room, the way a man does when he's looking for a fuckable woman. The dim light illuminated his features and I saw how handsome he was. I decided then and there I was going to fuck him. He looked like he was from a goddamned Marlboro commercial and my pussy started adding moisture to my already steamy panties."

"It's so hot hearing about you being on the prowl like that." I hung on her every word, and my cock was again hard and throbbing. Nicole took it in her hand and held it, very gently stoking as she continued to feed my lust with her dirty story.

"When his glance came my way I saw his expression light up. His eyebrows raised a bit and his smile widened. I smiled back, and from my single days and practice in the mirror, I know how to wear a smile that says, I'm available for fucking. Of course the drinks I'd had helped. By then I was in that, who gives a shit I need some cock, zone.

"By then he had a drink set in front of him. Our eyes locked on and I think he instantly knew he was going to be fucking me that night. There definitely was no cuter woman in the place. I held my drink up and he grabbed his off the bar and held it up toward me. It was like we were touching each other with our gaze. Don't take this the wrong way, but I was so taken by his rugged good looks that I didn't feel married. You were absolutely the last thing on my mind."

"Keep in mind any other man would be filing for divorce hearing what you just said."

"How did it affect you, cause no pleasure is worth sacrificing our marriage."

"I think you're holding how it affected me. It seems the sluttier your comment the more I like it. Please continue."

"Right off we noticed the rings on each other fingers. He asked first. "I'm sorry," he said, "You're probably waiting for your husband."

"'I am,' I said, and he looked so disappointed. Then I said, 'My very understanding husband should be home in about three days. He drives long haul truck. Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it.'"

"That's cutting to the chase."

"Yeah, I wanted cock and the sooner the better. He sat down and looking at his ring I said, 'I see you have one of those too.'"

"Looking me directly in the eye he said, 'It's kind of a long story.' Then I said, 'If that story would relieve my guilt over anything that might happen tonight, I want to hear it.' He proceeded to tell me about his wife's frigidity and how he loved her dearly and would never even think about leaving her, especially since she welcomed his need to get sex elsewhere.

"I gave him some of the details about our fantasy life, how I want to get fucked by other men, preferable guys who would want to get some regularly and wouldn't get stupid and start wanting me to leave my husband, which isn't going to happen. This guy checked more boxes than I knew existed, so I said, 'We shouldn't waste money on these expensive drinks when we could be drinking my husband's booze at my house.'"

The dirty details were as arousing as I had thought they would be. "How long between when you first saw him and you were leaving with him?"

"About thirty minutes, and in another thirty minutes he was sitting on our marital bed and I was on my on my knees in front of him. I had helped him out of pants and underwear and I was drooling over the largest cock I've ever seen. It was as beautiful as the rest of him. Thankfully I'd had experience sucking thick cocks before I met you, so I was able to give him the kind of blowjob he deserved. You know I swallow, but mostly because I know it turns a guy on. With him there was some deep inner need to taste his sperm and I would have kept going but he pushed me off and told me to stand up. He peeled off my panties and when I looked down at them the whole crotch was dark blue. He pulled them to his nose and inhaled. The scent brought a broad smile to his face. 'Someone sure is horny,' he said."

"I can only imagine how hot you must have been. First outside cock since we married and biggest you have ever seen. Can you imagine if I had walked through the door and told you I changed my mind and didn't want you to fuck him?"

She started laughing. "I'd be fine if you told me that now, but at the time I think I would have had Tom tie you up the corner, well out of the way of what he needed to do to me, and what I needed to have done."

I laughed too. "Yeah, at that point such a proclamation would have been cruel and unusual punishment. So, what was it like having his cock in you?"

She was silent for a bit and I didn't know why. Then she said, "I don't think there are words that adequately describe the experience. It wasn't even close to when you and I have sex. Let me see...it was as if we've been playing ping pong and I suddenly played tennis for the first time. It was like I'd been riding the merry-go-round my whole life and suddenly decided to try the roller coaster. I came so hard I screamed. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear and call the police. He kept fucking and I kept coming, but let me describe what his first entry was like."

"Please do."

"He got between my legs and started rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit to moisten it with the juice flowing from my eager pussy. Up across my clit and back down. Then he lined it up and started to slowly push in. I was up on my elbows so I could watch it go in. You're going to love seeing it. His cock pushes my lips way to the side as it stretches my hole out to make room. He went really slow and there was a tiny bit of discomfort, but mostly just intense pleasure from how stuffed my pussy felt. It felt very womanly having a cock that big entering me, like it was an accomplishment of womanliness. He says he's 9 1/2 inches, so after the first 6 1/2 it was territory that hasn't felt a cock since before we got together. I've never had more than 8 inches, so the last inch and a half was completely unexplored. I kept my legs spread wide until I felt his balls against my ass, and let me tell you he's got a pair. You can't see them without wondering how big of a load he shoots. He only came in mouth once over the past three days, but oh my god," she said.

I had never read any erotica as hot as the story she was telling me, but I realized the heat was from it being about the adventures of my wife. "Big load eh."

"You shoot big loads. I've loved that about you from the start. This guy is supernatural. I've never minded sucking you off and I always swallow because to me it's a showing respect and appreciation. Now I know that the enjoyment of cum depends on how turned on you are. When Tom finally dumped his sperm in my mouth, which was Wednesday night, I had an orgasm."

"That's incredible."

"Yeah, but let me finish about having his cock in me. He could pull out six inches on the outstroke and still have 3 1/2 inches of very thick cock in me. From the moment he bottomed out I felt an orgasm building fast. Somewhere around the tenth time he had it all the way in I came, and it wasn't like when you lick me off. My whole body shook. I don't know what all was coming out of my mouth. There were grunts and moans and cuss words and religious incantations. I remember swearing I'd always be his obedient whore. I remember saying thank you over and over as he kept fucking me and I kept coming. 'oh yes, oh god, yes fuck me, yes fuck your slut.' Everything a guy would want to hear coming out of a slut's mouth was coming out of mine. He can usually last as long as I need him to, but that first time my slut talk was too much for him. I could feel his cock swelling up even bigger as he got ready. He asked if I needed him to fill my pussy with hot jizz and I started the next round of intense orgasms. 'Yes goddamit,' I said. 'My pussy wants your sperm so bad. You own that fucking hole now, dump your seed in there,' and he did. I've never really felt it when you cum in me, except that things get really slippery. With him I felt it blast against my cervix, jet after jet as his cock pulsed with each squirt. Again I came. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and held him in place. I wanted his cock in me forever."

I was breathing hard from hearing her story. I knew I had to see him in her and I hoped it was soon. "I Think that was almost as hot for me hearing about it as it was for you doing it."

"That's not possible, Baby, but he'll be here tomorrow evening to show you. Right now I need you to get some more practice licking me when I'm messy. He said he's going to make you do that. He's pretty dominant. Go down there and clean up the mess you made."

I eagerly complied.