Before I start I want to thank "jdrew2001" for the use of his wife Ann, and his help in editing my story about using his wife.
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Hello everyone. I'm Mark and this is my little story about how I met a slut wife named Ann.
First some background on me, I'm single and thirty years old and travel a lot in my job. It's funny how traveling over 200 day a year for work can mess with your chances of having a normal social life. Since some bean counter at HQ figured out it would be cheaper for the company to send me from place to place rather than having IT people employed locally at our branch offices, that is my life. I'm not even a highly paid admin, they get to do their job via remote access from HQ, and I'm just a tech. In another brilliant cost cutting scheme they decided that I should drive from place to place (so no airport bars) and stay at a local motel. At least I get to have the 'luxury' room at the local motel. All in all this really cramps my style so every now and then I use some coupons and other credit card bonuses to get a cheap stay in some nicer hotels. It is on one such occasion that I met Ann.
When I stay at the nicer hotels I usually spend most of my free time in the bar to enjoy the flow of people and maybe meet some ladies. Let me tell you it is hard, it's mostly men that end up at these places, and the few ladies that do show up either are either "challenged" in the looks department or they are real cougars, forty-five to fifty-five, out to get what they want and how they want it. I ended up with ones like that on a few occasions, being thirty and in decent shape I get a head start on most the others, but once you get up to the room you are basically a dildo with a pulse for however long they take to get off before you are sent on your way. That is so not my style, I like to take my time, and actually enjoy foreplay, since I can take her close to orgasm over and over again by fingering and licking her pussy and playing small mind games with them. In the end I have a woman who is begging me, no pleading with me, to fuck her any way I like, just as long as they can cum, allowing me to act out all kinds of kinks.
But back to Ann, she was different. I saw her walk in to the bar, or sneak in would be a more fitting description. Unlike the cougars that act like they own the place, Ann quietly found a spot by the bar without any of the other guys noticing at first. From what I managed to see before she sat down she looked to be about thirty-five years old, 5'2" with a nice slim waist and brown hair. However sneaky she was coming in to the bar, a nice piece of ass like her doesn't stay unnoticed, and soon one guy after another went over to her with their pickup lines and normal "hey, wanna fuck" attitude, and one by one they went away. I stayed in my seat and nursed my drink and continued to observe her for about another forty-five minutes. I saw her nervously scanning the room again and this time our eyes met. I kept my eyes locked on her, and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment before she broke off and looked down at her drink.
Deciding it was time to make a move I made my way over to a seat a few stools down from where she was sitting, not paying any attention to her as I sat down and ordered a new drink. My tactic worked, because soon after she leaned over towards me and asked how I liked the hotel. Ice broken we started "talking," about not much. Just the standard what brings you here, nice rooms, stay here often questions that don't require much of an answer. When she at last finished her drink I ordered her a new one from the bartender, and as she swung around on her stool to face me I saw my opportunity and moved over next to her.
We continued to converse and did the standard schtick with names, places and world events. That's how I found out that her name was Ann, and that she was happily married for almost 25 years. That fact brought my age estimate up from thirty-five to early forties, as one never asks a lady her age. Since she had her rings on and talked about her marriage I figured my night was over, at least as far as bedding her was concerned. From experience, I knew that the cougars might be married but you never heard about it.
What still had me wondering is why she was so shy coming in to the bar and boy did I hit pay-dirt when she let it slip that her husband wanted her to do it, that he wanted her to fuck other guys. Gently digging deeper, helped by another serving of drinks, I got the scoop that her hubby had been cajoling her for a while to get it on with other guys!! Having a 2+2 equal 4 moment I deduced that Ann still was on the fence about this, but I also felt that she wanted to be pushed in to this. I asked her if I could borrow her phone to send a message, as mine was up in my room (a lie of course). I started to type my message.
"Hello husband, I'm here at the bar with your lovely wife and she tells me you want her to fuck around with other men. I don't want to get in the middle of some marriage dispute or help her cheat on you, so you really are OK with me taking your wife up to my room and fucking her all night? Cheers Mark."
I gave the phone back and watched as she read the message and saw her eyes light up as she read it a second time. I then told her to send the message to her husband, which she did, almost acting like she was in a trance. We started talking about regular stuff like nothing had happened between us and kept at it for several minutes until her phone beeped. Ann glanced at the phone and did not answer it but gave it straight to me.
"Hello Mark, Ann is not kidding. If she picked you she is yours for the night to use as you like, but keep a condom on as long as you fuck her, and don't leave any permanent marks. Keep in mind this is her first act as a slut so you might have to push her."
Handing the phone back to Ann I watched as she squirmed in her seat reading the message from her husband over and over again. Taking the lead I stood up and held out my hand to Ann. She took hold and I quickly guided her to the elevators. While we waited for one to arrive, I leaned in to give Ann a kiss on the lips. At first she seemed shocked but soon our tongues were running around wild. We didn't stop kissing when the elevator arrived and we just walked as one inside. When I saw we were alone I pushed Ann against one of the side walls as I sent the elevator towards my floor.
Without breaking the kiss (and so giving her a chance to talk) I used my left hand to secure Ann by grabbing her by the hair. My right hand made its way down to the hem of her tight fitting business skirt. I pulled the skirt up until it rode up around her hips, showing to the world her thigh high black stockings and matching garter. A quick grab on her lush ass confirmed that she was wearing a thong. Just as I placed my hand on the damp material covering her pussy the elevator stopped at my floor and the doors opened.
We are still alone, but as Ann makes a move to pull down her skirt I stop her and tell her to leave it as is. Ann looks at me, questioning my order, but someplace inside she decides to obey and leave her ass exposed as she walks in front of me to my room. I use the time to really look over her body, she can't be more than 110-120 pounds, a tiny little thing but her thin waist makes her ass stand out as it sways gently from side to side as she walks.
Once inside the room I sit down on the bed and tell Ann to remove her business clothes. Standing in front of me she methodically starts to unbutton her blouse, slips it off and folds it neatly before laying it down. I get such a massive hard-on watching this married pussy I'm about to fuck stand there and remove her clothes as though she was at the doctor's office. When she gets down to just the thigh highs, garter and panties I tell her to stop, because I'm going to remove the panties myself.
Getting on my knees in front of Ann, my face level with her pussy, I slowly start peeling her thong down. Looking up at Ann I see that she is looking away, trying to imagine away what is happening, but I instruct her to look at me and what I am doing. Meeting her eyes I continue removing her panties, exposing a full bush of hair. I can smell her juices as I place my nose in her bush and let one finger trace its way down her opening. I feel her inner lips give way as my finger finds it mark and I push it in to her moist pussy. Ann takes a deep breath as I let another finger grace her clit.
I keep on fingering her, letting my tongue sample her sweet juices as I run it over her clit. I feel Ann starting to shake in her knees so I pull out my finger and get up off the floor. Standing up all 6'2" of me looms in front of her as I start to unbutton my pants. Ann gets the point at once and drops to her knees while helping unbutton my trousers and pulling down my boxers. My eight and a half inch cock leaps out when it passes the elastic of the boxers hitting Ann on the chin. Instantly she opens her mouth and captures the head of my cock with her lips. I feel her tongue explore the underside of my foreskin while her lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
Ann kept on using her tongue play with the head of my cock while she grabbed the base with her hand and jacked me off. I could feel my own orgasm building and knew I wanted my first load to shoot in her mouth. I placed one hand on the back of her head to make sure she did not back off and I felt stream after stream of cum shoot out, coating the inside of her mouth. Pulling my cock from her mouth I see her look up at me, open her mouth to show me my load before she swallowed it all.
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I told her to lie down on her back with her legs spread so as to give me a clear view of her pussy. I tell her to open herself up, but when she does nothing I give her a quick slap over her pussy, and like magic she takes her hands and start to pull apart her pussy lips. I give her a hand by grabbing on to her inner pussy lips and placing her fingers on them so that she really opens up herself. This time I plunge two fingers in to the knuckle in one push, making Ann gasp for air. With the two fingers rummaging around inside her and my thumb playing with her clit I start talking to her, asking how she feels displaying her married pussy to a stranger. Or what kind of slut would swallow sperm from some guy she met in a bar and how she likes being my whore for the night. None of her answers really match the questions, she just blurts out that she is a slut and that she will do anything I want as long as I just please let her cum. I feel her pussy tighten for each question so I know she is hearing them and liking it.
Again I feel Ann starting to shake, so I remove my fingers, holding them up to Ann's mouth so that she can taste herself. Sucking her juice of my fingers like it was water after a day in the desert I ask her what she is willing to do to get her orgasm. Again she says anything I want.
I don't answer her but I start to put on my condom and then I hand over her mobile phone. It's already ringing when I hand it to her and when I hear her husband answer I plunge my cock all the way in to her wet pussy, making Ann moan loudly on the phone. She then has to explain she is OK, just surprised, and then tell her husband how a stranger is pushing his fat dick in and out of her slut pussy. I talk loudly so that her husband will hear me, "Ann promised me her ass, is that OK with you?"
At once Ann starts to protest because apparently she's only had medium size toys in her ass and that was a while ago. She says that can't take all of my cock up her ass without prep work.
