by Julie Bosso
My lips stretched wide to take him in and I gagged as he gave me no time to adjust, shoving his already hard shaft down my throat, cutting off my air and making me struggle. I writhed beneath him, my body shifting wildly on the couch as tears spilled from my eyes over my bulging cheeks. I choked and sputtered and finally, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I fell back onto the couch, gasping and shuddering. What the fuck had I gotten us into?
Jeff’s hands on my body, roughly turning me onto my stomach seemed to answer my question. My face was pressed into the back cushions as I felt him grip both my legs by the ankles, pulling them up and out until I felt my own bare pussy open wide. I shook in his grasp and heard him chuckle. “Come on, Bella, you wanted to play, right?”
I shivered harder and then, he pushed both my feet up and together on my back so he could grip both my ankles in one hand while keeping my pussy wide open. I groaned as I tried to adjust the painful position. Suddenly, I felt his mouth on my clit, his lips sucking my sensitive little nub in and out, and I cried out, “Oh Jesus! Oh fuck! Oh God, yes!” It was like I had instantly gone from slightly buzzed to on the edge of an astounding orgasm in seconds. I’d never felt anything like it. I squirmed as he continued to work his mouth up and down my pussy, using his tongue to explore every fold and always returning to my clit to suck and nibble as I screamed and vibrated beneath him.
Finally, just as I felt myself about to be swallowed in an overpowering climax, he pulled back and let my legs fall down onto the couch. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body was waiting for that one final touch that would send me into ecstasy. But it didn’t happen. Instead, I felt Jeff’s hands grabbing me by the waist and turning me onto my back again. I looked up at him and felt my pussy twinge hard as he pressed the head of his cock against my cunt. But he didn’t fuck me.
Suddenly, I felt something drop onto the couch beside me and I turned my head and saw Macie, sweating and panting, beside me. She turned and gave me a huge grin just as my husband moved between her thighs and buried his head in her pussy. “Oh fuck, your husband knows how to lick a girl!” She screamed as she gripped my husband’s head and pulled him harder against her.
That was it. I felt my body tense and I reached up for Jeff and pulled him down onto me as I shoved my hips up hard against him. My nails dug into his back and raked downward as I felt his throbbing cock thrust into me, filling me and stretching me as he pushed hard and deep. Then, his hands reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back hard as he began to fuck me even harder. My body tensed again and then, I was cumming. My body went wild as my pussy clenched at his thrusting shaft. My screams joined Macie’s, both of us cumming together as each other’s husband pushed us over the edge.
My husband stood up and grabbed Macie by the waist, yanking her almost completely off the couch as he plunged his cock back into her spasming pussy. He fucked her hard and fast and his groans got louder and louder until he was yelling. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck yes, yes!” Suddenly, he dropped Macie back onto the couch, letting his cock slip free of my friend’s pussy.
A moment later, Jeff pulled away from me and slid his thick cock out of my throbbing pussy. Moving quickly, Jeff pushed my head against his wife’s and, grabbing his swelling cock in his hand, he leaned over both of us. I felt Macie tilt her face up, her cheek touching mine as our husbands pressed us together, and I saw my husband move into position above us. My eyes grew wide as I saw the two large cocks throbbing and ready to explode all over us. I started to pull away, but Macie suddenly reached a hand up, gripping my face and squeezing my cheeks until my lips were forced apart. “You’re gonna taste some cum with me, sweetie, now open up!” She squeezed harder and then, both men groaned and, almost at the same time, they came.
My face was instantly coated in hot sticky semen. It spurted over my forehead, in my hair, on my nose, my cheeks, my chin. It hit my lips and fell into my mouth and on tongue. I closed my eyes and felt another spasm hit my pussy hard as the boys kept cumming. I felt Macie’s hand drop and I heard her gag and opened one eye to see my husband shoving his cock deep down her throat. A second later, my head was roughly turned and my own mouth was stuffed full by Jeff’s cock. I choked and sputtered in surprise as I felt him still cumming and now filling my throat with his semen. I felt Macie struggle as I did, and then, I heard my husband (my husband!) command us. “Swallow it all, bitches!”
I swallowed obediently, totally shocked by Craig’s demand and helpless as another spasm ran from my pussy outward through every nerve in my body. I gulped hard and then, Jeff pulled out, leaving me to collapse onto the soft cushions while dragging air back into my lungs in hard gasps. Macie was doing the same thing, her breasts rising and falling as she fought to breathe. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I was stunned. What had happened? I had thought we’d be calling their bluff and instead, they’d called ours. I was amazed.
A sudden knock at the door made me jump up from the couch onto wobbly legs. “Wha . . .I mean, who?” Before Jeff or Macie could even answer, I was shakily scrambling for my ruined clothing.
Macie giggled and gave Jeff a look as Craig and I struggled to get dressed. She smiled as she moved to the door, still completely naked. Jeff took a seat and grinned over at his wife’s retreating form. “Well, I think the Garrets are in for an extra treat tonight.”
Mostly dressed, I looked over at Craig and then, at Jeff. “Who are the Garrets?”
Jeff smiled at me. “We didn’t expect you to be staying so late. They’re, well,” he paused and shook his head in seeming disbelief, “they’re our expected swinger engagement tonight. They’re our old friends from out of town.”
I stared at Jeff and then, I grabbed Craig’s hand and began pulling at him. But when he didn’t follow, I sighed. Right then, Macie walked in with an incredibly attractive couple following close behind. Giving us a big smile, she pulled the other couple in our direction. “Alright, let’s get this party started!”
FUCKED BY MY HUSBAND IN FRONT OF EVERYONE
(My Wife’s Secret Desires Episode No. 8)
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Russell Marleau
Korrine was tired from a long day at work, but Max, her husband, had called to say she should gussy up tonight for some fun on the town. It had been a while since they had been on an actual date and so, despite feeling like she could just fall into bed the moment she stepped through her door, she felt a second wind picking her up and got excited about what the night might bring.
When she got home, she rushed inside, wanting to get right into the shower to get ready for the date. She wanted to look extra hot for Max, since he had been such an incredible support lately. There had been a time when Korrine had thought they would end up in counseling, not out clubbing. They had both entered high stress jobs at the same time. Her new job had come after she had been let go from her previous one. That made her cautious about it, and she spent countless hours there. It had been hard to find any time together, and what they did spend together was spent doing work while the other one slept or watched TV. She had felt them drifting apart and it had scared her, but she hadn’t known what to do to make things better.
To take her mind off being lonely and frustrated, she had started browsing the internet, looking for things to fill her thoughts. Gradually, the browsing turned toward sexual ideas, masturbation fodder. Then, one of her fashion magazines had featured a story on sex and directed her to a website. She had pulled it up and accessed a list of top ten women’s fantasies and her nights had been filled with different scenarios running through her head. But Max had found the list on her computer and had decided to make them come true because he, too, knew that they needed to do something before they had drifted too far apart.
At least, that’s how she chose to think he felt. She knew he had probably just gotten turned on as hell and thought it would be fun to put his wife through all these wil
d scenarios. She had been turned on just thinking about them, so living them had been incredible, for her and for their relationship. Now, they talked and laughed and felt relaxed again, and, of course, the sexual side of things had been tremendously helped.
She giggled as she stepped into the shower and thought of the time she had been standing by the bath ready to get into the warm bubbly water, but instead she had been grabbed by a masked man and taken to be tied to her bed and once there, fucked hard by a friend of her husband’s. It had been wild, terrifying and exhilarating and she had been shocked speechless when she had watched her husband walk in after the fact with the mask twirling on a finger. That had been when he’d admitted to seeing the list and hatching the plan to make them all come true for her.
Suddenly, the memories made her feel incredibly horny and she started to let her fingers dwell between her legs as she soaped up, but she realized she didn’t have time for it now, and hoped that Max was awake enough after their date to take care of business later. So, she finished washing and rinsing and got out, toweling off while walking to her closet to see what she could pull out that would wow her guy.
She rejected quite a few things before settling on a classic little black dress with an almost non-existent back and a slit up the side that almost reached her ass. She accented it with a simple necklace and high heels, but no stockings. She had nice legs, toned and tanned and she didn’t see why she should put an extra barrier in the path to happiness. That was what she used to tell her college girlfriend when they shared a dorm room. Kelli used to take hours getting ready and Korrine would be waiting for her to put on more make-up and more accessories, until she had looked like a store mannequin. Korrine had always preferred the simple approach and felt much sexier letting her body talk for her.
When she had put the finishing touches on, she went downstairs to wait for Max and while she was there, she walked into the kitchen to grab a beer and go through the mail. She was restless now, all her tiredness gone and replaced by an antsy desire to get the evening rolling. That was when she saw the box on the table in the same place she had found one before when Max had set up one of her fantasies. Grabbing the box, she realized that it was too small to hold a whole outfit like the one she had gotten for their school girl and teacher fantasy, but it felt heavy and she felt a thrill run through her as she took it into the living room to open it.
She sat down on the couch and shook the lid off the box and looked inside to find a heavy chain mail bra and panties. As she looked at them, she could only think, what the fuck?! She was still looking at it a few minutes later when Max arrived home and swept into the living room to throw his things on the couch before hustling up the stairs to get changed out of his scrubs and into something suitable for the evening. She sat there, watching him rush in to grunt a hello and then disappear again as the box with the strange items sat open on her lap. Tossing it aside, she followed him upstairs to ask what in the world the “gift” was for, but he had already jumped in the shower, and so she had to wait for him to get out and step into the room.
When he finally did, though, she bombarded him. “Max, what the hell was in that box in the kitchen?”
He answered her without stopping his hunt through their closet for his clothes. “Oh, that, it’s just some silly thing for the club we’re going to. I think you’re supposed to wear it under your dress.”
She looked at him as if he had left his brain in the box. “How is that supposed to work? It looks like something King Arthur’s slut on the side would wear.”
Max shrugged and turned with a shirt and pants hanging from his arm. He walked over and kissed her. “Remember the list, honey.”
When he mentioned that, all the fight simply went out of her. If this was part of fulfilling one of the fantasies on the list, she wasn’t going to stand in the way. She sighed and ran back down stairs to retrieve the box and its strange contents and then, hurried back upstairs to try them on.
Max was ready in no time and she was soon struggling into the strange bra and panties in privacy. They were made of metal, but of such a fine mesh that it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. In fact, it felt oddly exciting, feeling the chill metal pressed against her bare flesh. She put her dress back on and was surprised to see that there was no obvious sign of the strange undergarments. Twirling in the mirror, she wondered what kind of wildness was going to follow them tonight.
They drove in Max’s car and got to the club just in time to make their reservation. Korrine found the place fascinating. It was designed like a medieval castle’s dungeon and even had manacles attached to the wall in places. All the staff wore medieval clothing and the dining and dancing area was designed like a tourney area, just on a smaller scale. Korrine looked around and saw that the place was packed and that many of the patrons were dressed up as well. She tugged on max’s sleeve and chided him. “Why didn’t you wear your suit of armor, Lancelot?”
The truth was, Korrine had a great love for the Arthur myth and had researched it on her own time since she was in junior high. Max bringing her here was like another acknowledgment that he knew her well and wanted to please her. When they were shown to their private booth along the wall, Korrine scooted in next to him rather than sitting across the table from him.
They ordered their food and enjoyed the rusticity of it, Kori appreciating the tenderness of the beef. They talked and laughed and the awkward outfit she wore under her dress was forgotten in the playful atmosphere. But as they got ready to leave, Max suddenly stopped her and pushed her back down onto the bench, kissing her hard while pulling at her dress, making it fall from her shoulders and exposing the strange bra underneath. She hadn’t expected other people to see her outfit, well, at least not a large group of people, but her they were and Max was undressing her like he would if they were in their own bedroom. Forgetting the list for the moment, she giggled and slapped at his hands. “Hon. I think we can wait until we’re home.”
He sat back and pulled a worn piece of paper from his back pocket and waved it at her before tossing it on the table. “Oh no, we can’t.”
She understood immediately, but it didn’t make her feel at ease like in other circumstances. This situation was very different and very out of her comfort zone. But as Max continued to move his hands on her and then his mouth, her comfort zone lost its barriers and she began to pull him to her.
He pulled on her dress until it fell beneath the table and she sat on the bench, clad only in the bra and panties from the gift box. They were on the bench still, and in the dim smoky atmosphere (they apparently bucked the law on this and allowed smoking in the club), she guessed that they were hardly noticed. But when he suddenly grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto the table, heads turned and she heard some shouts. “Right on, fuck her, man!” “That is so hot, check out her outfit.” The two phrases along with nine or ten others brought a hot flush of embarrassment to her cheeks as she lay on the cold wood, stunned by Max’s move.
Max quickly unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to free his cock. He looked already rock hard and ready to fuck. His hands then fell on her panties, and she gasped as he first pressed the cold metal against her mound and then pulled mesh to her knees to bend down and lick at her cunt. Cheers filled the room as she squirmed under the ministrations of his skilled tongue, and she rolled her head on the table to see vague faces turned in their direction.
Then, Max sat up again and moved against her, sliding his cock teasingly along her pussy lips as his hands squeezed her breasts through the weird mesh bra. She felt her strange metal panties slide to her ankles, and she kicked them off. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and, forgetting where they were and only wanting her aching pussy to be filled, moaned loudly. “Oh, please, just fuck me, Max.” That comment brought on a round of cheers and Max followed her orders, thrusting hard into her wet pussy and moving fast, in and out, making the table shake as he fucked her.
He leaned over her and cove
red her face with kisses as he moved inside her and the noise around her was drowned out in her ears by their combined heavy breathing and grunting. Her pussy spasmed around his thick shaft and she felt herself growing close already, realizing that having people watch her getting fucked was an huge turn-on. When he pulled her bra off so he could squeeze her breasts, she groaned loudly, prompting more cheers. Her whole body felt on the verge of a powerful electrical climax and she closed her eyes and focused on the feel of her husband inside her.
And then, he pulled out and rolled her over, so that her belly was pressed on the table and her legs dangled off the side, her knees hitting the bench. His hands lifted her ass up and he shoved hard into her from behind, making her groan and causing a round of bawdy shouts to fill the room. Now, she could see the faces of the other patrons and watch them as they watched her. Some of them were clearly turned on by the spectacle of a man fucking his woman in public. They licked their lips and leered at them. Even the women seemed to be completely drawn into the sight, their chests heaving up and down as Max thrust into her.
Their eyes on her made every sensation sharper in her mind. She felt each individual finger on his hands as they gripped her hips. She felt his balls slap against her clit as he lifted her higher to plunge into her on a downward angle that allowed him to move even deeper into her slit. His strokes were now angled so that they hit her g-spot every time and she began to tremble as her orgasm overtook her.
Her shaking body and obvious climax brought on a round of applause and she blushed hard even as she thrilled at the sensations rolling through her. Now, she began to move her ass up and down, needing desperately to have Max finish, to give her clenching pussy a rest. Max began to yell and he stood, actually stood, on the bench and held her up with him, making her grip the table in fear of being dropped. But in moments, Max was filling her with his warm cum, making her pussy react to his throbbing cock until, exhausted, he pulled out and settled them both back down.