by Lexi Hots
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I woke the next morning in the spare room at my friend's apartment and felt eager to get home. We'd had fun the night before and I'd enjoyed sipping on cocktails and expensive champagne and dancing ourselves silly but there was something I really needed to talk to my husband about.
Mary was not yet awake so I scribbled a note for her and left it on the kitchen countertop.
“Had fun last night, got to run! Talk soon! Love, Margo.” it read.
I hopped into my new BMW (bought for me as a birthday gift by Roger) and drove home.
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“Roger!” I yelled out upon entering our house.
No response. My man wasn't at home. Feeling somewhat disappointed I went upstairs to our bathroom. I decided to take a shower to freshen up. Under the hot streams of water, I rubbed my favorite floral scented bodywash all over my skin. I massaged my breasts in my hands and began thinking of what it would be like to fuck another man with the approval of my husband. One hand descended down over my tummy and between my legs. I was waxed bald there and feeling extra sensitive. I imagined Roger watching as a stranger penetrated me with his cock. The very thought had my pussy aching. My fingers strummed my clit. I thought of orgasming on this unknown hardened pole while looking directly at Roger. It was such a dirty little fantasy, I was a little shocked that I was enjoying it so much. As I came, I went weak at the knees and grabbed on to the shower curtain for support. I moaned out loud.
“You okay in there, Margo?” I heard Roger yell over the sound of the water.
Oh my goodness, how loud had I been!?
“Yes, fine!” I shouted back, “I'll be out in a moment!”
My husband was in our bedroom when I went in there in search of something to wear.
“How was last night?” he asked me.
I sat beside him on the bed. My hair was still wet and dripping slightly on my bathrobe but I didn't care.
“Roger, I want to talk to you about something.” I started.
He immediately jumped to the conclusion that I had cheated on him.
“I know I haven't been fulfilling you as a husband should!” he cried, “I'm getting older and I can't always keep up with you, I'm so sorry! I love you, Margo, I love you so much!”
“I haven't cheating on you, honey!” I reassured him, stroking his arm tenderly.
Now that he had mentioned not being able to fulfil me was the perfect time for me to tell him what I had on my mind though.
“Honey” I said, “I know you're getting older and that you have a lower sex drive but I am so horny. I really want to able to experiment sexually and I would like for you to be a part of it. How would you feel about me fucking other men... but with you in the room?”
There! I'd said it!
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“What do you think of that guy?” my husband asked, pointing in the direction of a tall young man sitting alone at the bar. After I had asked him if he would be okay with me fucking other men and him watching the scenario unfold, Roger had stormed out of the room and locked himself in his home office. He later told me that at the time he had been highly offended that he wasn't enough for me. We had stayed up really late and talked about it over a bottle (or two!) of wine. He said that while it wasn't ideal, he was oddly kind of excited and turned on at the prospect of seeing me having sex with another. He had revealed that he missed how turned on he had seen me get in the past and he wanted that back and since he couldn't do it himself, he wanted to help me find someone else to do it with.
We told each other that we loved each other and this was purely physical. I would never have sex with a man unless my husband was in the room with me. We were in this together.
“He's pretty hot!” I said, giggling.
“I think I might like to see him fucking my sexy wife!” Roger said, rubbing his hand along my thigh, under my skirt.
His hands were cool on my skin and sent shivers up my spine.
“Go talk to him!” he urged.
I stood up and planted a kiss on my husband's lips. “I love you, Roger!” I told him as I walked toward the bar and our very first target.
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“Hi!” I said, seating myself on the vacant barstool next to the sexy stranger my husband had chosen for me to fuck.
I was wearing a knee length black pencil skirt that made its way to mid-thigh when I sat down. Paired with this was a semi-sheer blouse. My lace bra underneath was just visible enough. I crossed my legs and smoothed the material of my skirt.
“Well hello!” the stranger replied.
He was probably only a couple of years older than I and dressed in dark denim jeans and a very casual plain white v-neck t-shirt. The starkness of his shirt only served to emphasize his deeply tanned arms and chest. He was muscly but not overly so and I liked that.
“What has you here this evening?” he questioned me.
Roger told me to be blunt, that way the guy would know exactly what he was getting himself in to.
“Actually...” I said “I'm horny! I'm really just trying to find a guy who wants to fuck me! I want to be fucked.”
I couldn't believe I had just said that, I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
“I'm Martin. Nice to meet you!” my stranger replied, holding out his hand.
I laughed out loud as I shook his hand and Martin laughed too. He offered to buy me a drink.
“Mine's a white wine!” I said, “And my husband is over there, he'd like a whiskey on the rocks.”
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Of course Martin was shocked when I mentioned that not only did I have a husband but he was right there in the bar with us. He went along with it though and ordered the drinks. I signalled for Roger to come and join us. You might be thinking that it was awkward for the three of us to be sitting together but in fact, it wasn't at all. Martin was interested to learn what had us there looking for another man. He asked man questions and together, Roger and I answered.
“That's cool!” our stranger concluded, “I actually think it's pretty hot! To be honest, and I don't know if this is too much information, but I'm kind of turned on right now!”
“You are!? Really!?” I said, in shock.
I couldn't believe it.
Martin nodded.
“Touch him, sweetie!” Roger told me, “Make sure that he has a nice big dick for you! You love a thick hard cock!”
That was more like the Roger I knew – authoritative. Under the table, my hand reached for Martin's crotch. I could feel his erection and it was big. His pants were straining to contain it and stroking my hand over it, all I wanted to do was release that big boy.
“How about we all go back to the house?” I suggested.
“I think she likes it!” Roger laughed.
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The three of us took a cab back to the house and rushed inside out of the rain.
“Nice place!” Martin commented.
Roger guided him into our living room and he took a seat on the plush, over-stuffed couch.
“Go ahead, Margo! Sit beside him!” he encouraged me, taking a seat himself the chair opposite. Would this be his viewing chair, I wondered.
“So... what do you do?” I asked Martin.
I didn't know what else to say and small talk seemed appropriate.
“Small talk, Margo?” my husband asked me, “I thought you told me that you wanted to fuck a man, not find out about his day job!”
That was how Roger was when we first met. He knew his mind and I saw him as a strong and opinionated figure. It drove me crazy. When we were having sex, he would tell me what to do, even so far as telling me when it was okay for me to orgasm and how he controlled situations yet remained cool and collected got me wet.
“Oh, I...”
I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because our sexy stranger leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and
full and he delicately bit and tugged on my lower lip.
“Is that what you wanted, Roger? Someone to make a move on your hot wife because you can't do it yourself?” Martin asked.
He continued to kiss me and his hands wandered all over my body, exploring my curves and trying to decide where they would like to visit first. It felt good. My hands disappeared under his shirt and revelled in the tight, chiselled body they found there. He had abs of steel and I wanted to push my body against his. I wanted to feel him on me. In me.
Martin took my shirt off and looked at me.
“You are so sexy!” he told me.
He fondled my boobs and I wished he would take off my bra so that I could feel his touch on my bare skin. It seemed he like to tease me almost as much as Roger once did. He alternated between kneading my bra-clad breasts and ever so gently stroking his fingers over any skin that wasn't covered.
“Take my bra off, touch me!” I begged finally.
Our stranger kissed along my neck and sucked my ear lobe into his mouth.
“You want me to take your bra off?” he whispered, “You want to show me these big titties right here in front of your husband?”
“Mmm yes! Yes, I want to!”
Martin expertly unclasped my bra and it fell away. My boobs were exposed. Using both hands he pressed my breasts together and began to lick them. He flicked his tongue over each nipple. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while he cupped the other breast in his warm hand.
“I love these huge boobs!” he sighed.
I was getting so turned on. It had been a long time since anybody had paid attention to my body like this and I wanted to return the favor. Reaching for the waistband of his jeans, I opened the button.
“Mmm you dirty girl! Show your loving husband how much you want my cock!”
His dirty talk was making my pussy wet and I could feel my juices seeping out from between my lips and soaking my panties. I yanked on his jeans and they came down and then I did what I wanted – I released his dick from its confines.
“You're so big, Martin!” I told him.
I looked at Roger who was watching intently. Dropping to the floor I placed myself between Martin's legs and took a hold of his girthy member.
“You like my big dick, Margo? Why don't you wet it down for me like a good girl and then maybe I'll fill your desperate pussy with it!”
I licked Martin's big cock up and down, making sure to get the shaft nice and wet before I took him in my mouth. I groaned around his length. He was quite a bit bigger than my husband and he was really forcing himself into my throat. I gagged.
“Good little girl!” he soothed me, “Take this big dick! Make Roger proud!”
I jerked his cock with one hand and sucked and licked the tip of his penis. With my other hand, I undid my skirt and it fell over my hips and off. My husband now had a view of my panty clad ass as I was bent over and sucking the dick of another man in front of him.
“Let me taste your cunt!” Martin commanded.
I slid my hand inside my panties and dipped a finger between my lips. Liquid was gushing from me. I removed the finger and held my hand in Martin's direction. He breathed in my scent.
“Damn, your wife smells good!” he told Roger, then he sucked my pre-cum from my finger.
I stood up as the sexy bar stranger indicated and he directed me to walk across the room to my husband.
“Bend over and support yourself on his knees!” Martin told me.
I bent over right before Roger and placed my hands on his legs. I could see that my man had a boner in his pants.
“Take your wife's panties off for me, Roger!”
Roger did as Martin instructed and reached around me, pulling my panties down my legs. He sat back in his chair and I felt a different pair of hands on my hips – Martin's.
He placed the tip of his dick against my pussy lips.
“Fuck me while you look at your husband, you naughty girl!” he told me.
I pushed back and the thick head pressed inside me.
“Mmm!” I moaned.
I couldn't believe that I was bent over my own husband's lap whilst being fucked from behind by an incredibly hot man. My heavy breasts were swinging as Martin drove himself deeper inside of me and with every stroke my nipples brushed against Roger's legs.
A moan escaped from Roger and I knew that he was loving this. He liked watching me being fucked!
“Do you like my cock more than your husband's, huh?” Martin taunted, “Are you going to cum for me?”
Roger undid his pants right in front of my face and began stroking his dick. I could see pre-cum already leaking from him.
“You look so fucking good like that, baby!” he whimpered.
“Come on, Margo! Cum for the two of us! You have got two hard cocks in this room, you little slut!”
Martin had my pussy stretched around his pole and Roger was furiously jerking himself to the sight. I didn't know which was sexier but I exploded into orgasm, my pussy sending waves around Martin's cock as my fingers dug into Roger's legs.
“Fuck yes! I'm going to fill you with my cum!” Martin said.
He slapped my ass so hard and then gripped my hips with an intense force. I felt his hot cream shooting inside of me.
“Oh baby, he is cumming in my pussy! Martin is cumming in my wet little pussy!” I told my husband. “I can feel his baby going into me! He's filling me up! Oh god! Can you see it gushing out of me?”
Roger grabbed my head with his free hand and forced it down between his legs.
“Lick my balls! Lick my balls until I cum!”
I ran my tongue over his sack as he continued to masturbate and it wasn't long until he came too, joining Martin and myself.
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We didn't see Martin again after that night but we talked about him and the experience many times in bed together. Roger is definitely willing to sit back and watch me fuck and I am more than willing to take it so who knows, there may well be another stranger in our future...
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 31
The practice was intense. Sara knew that she should have stretched better beforehand but she was in such a hurry and so tense from the fast approaching finals that just making it to the practice at all was an accomplishment.
She ran track and field well and was usually far more careful, but today, she just wasn’t into it. So, of course this had to be the day that the coach was sizing them up for the big competition next week. Therefore, the coach had decided to run them hard and relentlessly. Usually, Sara would have leapt at the chance to showcase her skills, but today, all she wanted was for it all to be over.
Thankfully, it almost was. She saw the finish line and new from the approaching darkness that the coach couldn’t make them stay out here all that much longer, especially with finals so close. After all, grades ruled the team. If the students didn’t do well on the finals, their grades suffered and therefore, they were at risk for losing their scholarships. The coach would do everything she could to avoid that kind of devastation.
At least, that was Sara’s hope.
Distracted and wishing for this year to just be over already, Sara felt like she was out of step. In hindsight, she would remember having the thought that her muscle was tightening abnormally.
However, she would ignore this fact until later.
All at once, just as she was preparing to slow down, she felt her leg buckle as an intense pain shot through it, to her very core.
Sara heard her own voice yelling out, but by the time she grew completely conscious of her situation again, she was on the ground, holding her wounded leg.
Valerie, Sara’s best friend was behind her and in a moment, was at her side. The girls had celebrated their nineteenth birthdays within days of each other in the last month.
“What happened?” Valerie asked after reaching out her hand for Sara to
take.
“I think I just pulled a muscle,” She answered, grasping her friend’s hand and using it to leverage herself back onto her feet.