by Loren Teese
I thought it was slutty, at the time. Now, I feel as free and beautiful as I have never felt. I’m showing off my real self, the naughty, dirty, filthy Nicole not even my husband knew before today. And I’m loving it.
I smile, grabbing my husband’s cock and twirling my tongue around its tip. It tastes of sweet pre-cum, and it’s hard, so hard I can’t remember the last time I felt it like this. I stroke its shaft, keeping my lips wrapped around its cockhead, getting my own share of pleasure giving myself like that to him, after so long.
I moan and groan louder now, as to shout to the world what I really am. A horny bitch in heat, a woman in need to be fucked, to be abused. I want them to see, I want them to enjoy this shameful girl I am.
“Stroke it… lick his balls… spread your legs more, show us your pierced pussy…”
Yes, I just love this, more than I could ever imagine.
And then I feel Scott presence over me, his body spreading my legs, his chest dominating me, his cock – which I think I still have to see – grazing my lips, getting wet, and then making its way inside me.
I start, opening my eyes in surprise when the new cock violates me. I look up to my husband: he is caressing my head, enjoying my blowjob, looking straight between my legs and evidently enjoying what he sees.
My husband wants his boss to fuck me.
His boss wants to fuck me.
I want his boss to fuck me.
I relax, as the unknown mass penetrates me, as his weight crushes me. I reach out to his chest, arms, and shoulders… I can’t stop touching him, as he moves in and out of me. I’m like in trance, enjoying his cock with every fibre of my body.
I stop sucking onto my hubby for a moment, just to look around, to carve into my memories this exact moment. My hand holding and stroking my husband’s cock, his boss fucking me, and right behind him a woman kneeling, sucking onto her man’s cock while smiling at me, and another man stroking himself for me. Never have I felt so much in the spotlight, never so admired, never so beautiful.
And as the three strangers continue inciting me, I let Scott pump his meat deep inside me, I let him stretch and rip my pussy with his swollen cockhead, I let him reach and tease the innermost parts of my orgasmed, wet cunt.
Brian’s cock is soon into my mouth again, and I suck, stroke, milk, lick. I do it for me, because I want to taste my hubby’s cum again after a long time, and for the public, because I want them to enjoy looking at the dirty me to the fullest.
“Please, look at me,” I whisper. I want to expose more. I want to show them more.
“Turn around,” Brian says. For the first time in our life, I think he can read my thoughts.
I lift my leg and cross it in front of Scott, turn to my side, then on my stomach, managing to keep his cock deep inside me all the time.
The woman applauds, someone giggles. I bet she can’t do such a feat. My body is perfect, now, I don’t feel the least hint of embarrassment… I’m in my element.
I raise my ass and get on my four, and suddenly Scott is so deep into me that my moans grow louder, mixing the pleasure and the pain.
Look at me, please, look at my ass and pussy, look how I stick them out for you, look how this stranger’s cock is ripping my hole apart, look how much I enjoy giving myself to him, showing myself off to you.
Please, look at me more.
Then my husband cock gets back into my mouth, muffling the moans I cry every time Scott thrusts his pulsating cock inside me.
I feel he’s raising his pace. I know he’s going to cum soon. I try to look at Brian but… he is too much into fucking my throat to notice me. I need to tell him… I need to remember him I’m not on the pill… I can’t be filled with his cum… I can’t-
There’s no way to stop Scott anymore, though.
I hear the voices cheering for us and I feel his cock pulsating even stronger until he gives a last, deep thrust and explodes into my womb, groaning like an animal.
I’m being bred by my husband’s boss, in public, while I suck a cock that has never felt so hard, before. And indeed, excited as he is, Brian soon starts filling my mouth with his cum, too. I swirl my tongue around his cockhead as he spurts his load, I tease him, tasting his juice like it is the first time, ever, and when he finishes and pulls his cock out, I swallow everything and lick every last drop of cum I can squeeze out of his tip.
Scott’s cock pops out of me. I feel his cum flowing out of my open pussy, onto the towel. When I turn around and sit, he stands at my side to give me his cock to clean off his and my juices.
The voices compliment me for the performance, and then slowly leave the scene. Seeing the two men’s soft cocks, I realize they have cummed too, while looking at me.
I am proud of myself.
“I never thought I’d found such a reliable collaborator in you, Brian,” Scotts says in a laugh, moving to my side and giving me his cock to clean. “Let’s discuss the future of the company tomorrow. I’m sure keeping you on the team will give us the most benefit.”
As we walk away, I think that, if anything, giving myself away has served the purpose.
But looking at my husband’s smile, I’m not sure this will remain a one-time thing.
After all, I need to do my share.
=== END ===
Exposed Wife – At the Nudist Beach
You are sitting on our beach towel, I can see your back from below since I'm already lying on it; the show of your luscious body clad in the small blue bikini is giving me the shivers. You are mine and I always wonder what I did to deserve such a woman.
You lean over me, kiss me. I kiss you back, trying to fire you up sliding the tip of my tongue between your lips, but you quickly withdraw and lay on the towel.
This morning, we agreed to do something special. This is a nudist beach; you once confided in me you’d like to try one. It was long ago, we were probably not older than twenty-five at the time, but I always remember everything you say, my love.
I brought you here, today, because I want us to have fun. We are past forty now, I know you better, I know what you like, I know what to do, I know you are mine and you’ll always be, no matter what game we play.
We are sitting a couple of yards away from the sea; we can hear the waves and feel the scent of the salty water. The sun is already high and hot, but our towel is under the shadow of the palms that encircle us. A slight breeze is caressing your blonde hair.
This is a small beach, protected from unwanted gazes. Only another man is lying here, just a couple of yards from us. He is naked, and I already saw him looking at you.
I know you are hot: long golden hair, blue eyes, a bright smile and lips you'd kiss all day. Your body then… it is something every single man on earth would want (and probably would pay for). Long thin legs, a firm ass sculpted in the years you spent at the gym, a nice, small breast made for love. I feel so lucky.
I turn around to face you, lie on my side, and kiss your lips. You have your eyes closed, but you are not sleeping. I know you are feeling excited too, you wouldn’t fall asleep, now.
I kiss your cheek and then whisper in your ear.
“Amy, you know this is not enough,” I say referring to your bikini, still covering your body. “This is a nudist beach, get naked.”
You smile and sit on the towel, without answering me. I pull the back strings of your bikini top and it naturally falls on the towel revealing your tits. Your nipples are already standing, ready to be loved. I feel the urge to suck them, but I know the more I resist, the more it’ll be our pleasure.
You lie on the towel, again. I can see the man giving quick glances in our directions, trying to see more of your beauty. I feel excited too, I love to show you off.
“Amy, you should get naked. Take off your bottom too.”
You smile again, such a devilish smile that says “You know me, little bastard...” then you sit on the towel again.
“Wait.”
You stop and wait for instructions.<
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“You see that man. He is looking at you, he likes you. I want you to give him a nice show pulling them off. Be sexy for me, tease him. Stand up.”
You look at me, deep in my eyes. You would like to say "no", but your body is screaming "yes".
Your breath has gotten a little heavier, I notice it by the way your breast moves up and down.
You stand up and turn around to face me. I watch you: your slender figure, half in the sun, half covered by the palm shadows. The stranger can now see your back. I'm sure he is getting hard; no one could withstand the perfection of your ass.
You smile at me, slide your thumbs between your hips and the side strips of your bikini bottom; pull it down uncovering your naked ass. You look at me and notice I'm getting hard too. You smile, even more, such a little naughty girl you are sometimes. I love it.
You pull them lower, to your knees, wiggling your body. Then you do something really bold: you bend at almost ninety degrees and push them to your ankles. I see the man behind you watching your ass, I'm sure he can see your little hole and your pussy lips right now: completely exposed to him, and only to him. I'm fucking hard. I would like you to lower your face even more and to put your lips around my hard cock right now, to suck my cock while exposing your goods to that man. But I also don't want it, I don't want to spoil the mood.
You lift a little your legs and slide it away from your ankle. You throw the panties near me, on the towel, before lying again. I see a wet spot in the centre of the blue bikini bottom. You’ve been anticipating this all morning, I know, waiting for me to play with you: you know how much I love to feel in command.
I whisper to you again.
“Your nipples are hard. Do you like this, Amy? Should I check?”
You don't answer, that's nice. You know I'm playing my game too; you know you can trust me.
I kiss your lips, your neck, and give a quick fast kiss to your nipple, sucking it between my lips.
“You made him completely hard. He watched your little show all the time, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”
You smile again, I notice goose bumps on your arm; you’re shivering in pleasure.
Your first, whispered words, are the first acknowledgement of your excitement.
“Please, continue...”
I lie on your side again and caress your body; lightly, your neck, the side of your breast, your stomach. My hand moves to your knee and caresses it, tickles your skin tracing all the way up to your thighs.
You spread your legs a little, I like the way you make me feel you are mine, like this, like telling me “Do whatever you want to me, I'm only yours.”
Now, the man can see you better. I'm sure he is staring at your pussy, my treasure. Your lips are still closed, but already leaking with wet juices. I trace them with my fingers, from the bottom, up to your clit, circling my fingertip on it, slowly.
You are breathing harder, completely turned on by the situation.
“The man is still watching you. He is caressing his cock, that is getting hard in his hand. He is polite; he stays there and doesn't disturb us. Shouldn't we pay him off somehow, Amy?”
Rhetorical question: I slide my finger from your clit lower, between your lips, parting them, pushing my fingertip inside you.
“You are so wet, so horny! Enjoying showing yourself off to strangers on a nudist beach, for the first time being so aggressive…”
I play with words, I play with you, I'm happy. I spread your lips, so the man can see you better: your pink pussy, your holes, your clit. I know how beautiful you are down there, I remember every inch of you, but for him, you are a nice unknown gift to unwrap, today.
“Shouldn’t we reward him, for being so nice with us, today?” I ask. You know what I mean, we spoke about it before, the other times we teased men in public. But there has never been the chance to be alone with one, in such an intimate situation.
“I… Is he being that good?”
Your answer tells me you want it, you want to play with him. I wonder how many times you imagined to play with a stranger’s cock, while masturbating or even while fucking me.
“Good enough for me,” I say, “but he can’t see you well from that far, poor man…”
“Is his cock big and hard for me?”
“It is, Amy,” I say caressing your clit now, circling over it until I feel it hard, sensitive under my fingertips.
Again, I notice the goosebumps on your skin when you hear those words.
“So…” you try to say, your voice broken by panting and moaning, “If he’s being so good…”
Your eyes are still closed, you don’t see me lifting my head, looking at him to acknowledge his presence, nodding him to come closer.
Breathing hard, your tits raising in rhythm with the waves of pleasure my hands are causing you, you don’t notice his presence, at first. It’s me, after some time, to tell you what’s happening.
“He’s here, he’s jerking off his hard cock looking at your pussy. He’s between your legs, so close to you that he could just bend over you and slide his cock inside you, my love…”
“Mmmm,” you moan in pleasure, because saying so, I slide a finger deep in your wet cunt.
“So… does he like my pussy?” you ask.
“Ask him,” it’s my abrupt answer.
This is something we have never done. Yes, you have been exposed before, you’ve looked at other men touching their cock while looking at your beauty on the net, but we never did this for real. I never allowed you to interact with them. I don’t want it to become something physical, of course. But it’s been some time I was wondering… what if you talked to them? I know how well you can dirty talk if you’re in the right mood. I’m sure every man would love it. I want to see you turning on another man to the maximum, and then denying yourself to him.
“Look at him, and ask him,” I order, and even if this is something new for us, you trust me, and do what I ask.
You open your eyes, wait for your sight to adapt to the sunlight, and look down between your legs.
The man is between your legs, kneeling less than one meter away from you, beating off his meat furiously while he looks at my finger pushing deep inside you. You look at his face: he’s probably in his fifties, attractive in his own way, a little too much of a belly for your tastes. Then I see you staring lower, at his cock. I know you love mine: it’s big enough, and you enjoy it up your holes every time you can. And yet you’ve always been excited by looking at strangers’ cocks, especially if they are hard because of you. You lick your lips, looking at it: so hard, so wet and ready to cum… the first time we do this in real life, it has a completely different taste. And you know the man would love to slide it in your cunt, to fill it with his cum, and yet you know I’ll not allow it.
Finally, you speak.
“Do you… do you like my horny cunt?”
Oh, I love the way you get to your dirty side so fast, in such situations!
“Fuck… I like it so much… it’s so wet, excited, spread… ready for a cock… do you like my cock?” he asks.
Of course, you know how it works, we discussed this lot of times. They try to lure you into having sex with them, they try to get a taste of your pussy. Some ask if he can lick, some if he can touch, the bolder ones ask if they can fuck you.
Today it feels a little different, though. There is no internet between you and him, and I allowed you something more already, to talk to him. You never know what I may order you, and the thrill makes you even more excited.
“Yes… I love your cock… but please… look at me… just look at my wet pussy,” you tell him, your voice broken by the pleasure of my fingertips on your clit.
“Touch yourself for him.”
As strange as it could seem, it’s always been me to touch you in such situations. You’ve never shown to any man but me, how you please yourself.
And so when I grab your hand and position it on your pussy, when I start fingering you moving your
fingers as a puppet master would do, it takes some time for you to start moving them by yourself.
Yet, eventually, you do. At this moment, I stand up, kneel behind you and let you rest your back on me. Now, your legs spread, you can look at the man from a comfortable position.
My hard cock pushing against your back, your fingers sliding in and out, quicker, faster. The man understood he’ll not get anything more than the show, and so he has started to jerk off again. He wants to cum, too, for sure.
“Look how hard it is… look how horny this old man has got looking at your pussy, at your dirty fingers fucking your hole, listening to your naughty moans.
You slide two fingers inside you, push them deeper, then out, then in again. How much you love to fuck yourself hard with your fingers, to feel your wet juices, your inner walls adapting to your playing fingertips, it’s something I’ve always loved to watch.
In and out, in and out; I caress your hard and sensitive nipples, sending you new waves of pleasure.
Then you begin thrusting your fingers inside yourself faster; I feel your legs trembling and your back arching. You'll cum soon, you always do it quickly when you are so wet, so turned on. And I'll be in heaven with you, enjoying your pleasure.
"Cum, Amy, cum with him, show this stranger how the lewd woman you are…"
It's the last push you need. You look at that man, jacking off while watching you fingering yourself. You moan loudly as the orgasm pervades your body and mind, and stick your fingers deeper inside you. You watch as he cums too, finally. His spurts of spunk flying towards you, dirtying your legs, almost hitting your pussy. I didn’t think that far ahead. I’m happy he didn’t cum on your pussy, I would feel strange with it.
Your juices are flowing out now, I feel them and I would like to lick them. But I want you to wash before that, so I only caress your head, cuddling you in the aftermath of your climax.
Protected by the shadow of the high palms and cuddled by my kisses, you fall on me, exhausted.
The stranger stands up, takes his robes and goes away, probably feeling embarrassed now, after he has cummed. But he got what he wanted, and you too, my beautiful woman.