Wife Fucks Stranger for Husband, I suppose this story starts with the love of my life; my sweet wife, Claire. She is truly the most amazing woman I have ever met. Everybody loves Claire. And aside from being a great wife and mother to our three kids, she also has an amazing libido- always eager to have sex. She is 34 years old, and even after having three kids, still has rocking body. She is 5’4″, has great legs, and beautiful “C” cups. We have been married for five years and have enjoyed amazing sex from day one. You would never guess it by her modest appearance, but she’s that rare woman who gets turned on as easily as a guy. Even if she isn’t in the mood, I can always get her there by grabbing her tits or touching her pussy. She can also fuck just for the sake of fucking, having orgasms with ease. There is usually a point in our fucking when I think I could probably get her to do anything. It was that thought that really turned me on. I would fantasize about all kinds of scenarios involving my wife losing control during sex and doing pretty much whatever my heart (or cock) desired.
One fantasy that always got a lot of play in my head was watching her fuck another man. She has told me a few stories about her adventures before we met, and while I don’t consider her a slut or even promiscuous, she certainly has had her share of great sex, occasionally with no strings attached. I secretly wish she had been more of a slut when she was younger, simply because it’s such a turn-on thinking about her fucking as many guys as possible.
Over the past few months we have started talking much more openly about our sex lives; past present and future. She confessed that one of her biggest fantasies is having sex in a limousine and letting the driver watch the whole thing. This is a clear departure from her standard sexual demeanor, where she is relatively shy. For my part, I told her that even though I know it is wrong and completely twisted; the thought of her fucking another man in front of me was a huge turn on for me. To my surprise, she said she also thought that fantasy was really hot. At that point I decided it was time to play the “would you?” game. I said, “OK, I’ll go first. Would you really have sex in a limousine?”
She said, “Oh yes.”
“Would you let the driver watch?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Yes.”
(Time to push the envelope) “Would you ever let me take naked pictures of you?”
She smiled and said, “Sure.”
“OK… Would you make a sex video with me?” (Something we had never even talked about)
“Would you let someone else film it?”
These answers were blowing my mind. Claire won’t even go without a bra at home because she feels it is too revealing. I figured I should keep going to see exactly where the boundaries were. “Would you ever pick up a stranger at a bar and bring him home to fuck in front of me?”
She said, “Dave, are you sure you could handle that? I mean, you can’t undo something like that.”
I said, “I am positive I can handle that. As long as you were into it and looked like a total slut to the guy, I would LOVE it!”
She said, “OK, I would do that for you. It’s a huge turn on for me too.”
Holy shit! I could not believe my awesome, loving wife could embrace the idea of being such a major slut! I was even more in love with her after that honest conversation. Not that I believed she would actually go through with any of those fantasies. The fact that it turned her on enough to think she might go through with it was hot enough. After that night things got pretty steamy in the bedroom. We talked about our fantasies all the time and even added to them. She seemed to love the idea of me wanting her to be a slut. She agreed to “accidentally” flash some strangers through down-blouses and up-skirts. I kept expecting her to go back on her claim that she would fuck a stranger for me, but the more we talked about it, the more committed to the idea she seemed to become. “After you fuck him will you let him cum in your mouth and swallow?”
“Yes,” she said. “I would do that for you.”
“Do you think you would have any problem picking up a guy in a bar and getting him to come back and fuck you?” I asked.
“No,” she laughed. “I have never had a problem getting a guy to fuck me.” Touché.
It took me about a month after that conversation to set up the big night. I thought we would start with her limousine fantasy. This seemed simple enough. I planned a 30 minute limousine ride to a nearby town where my wife and I would have a lovely dinner followed by hard-core fucking in the limo on the way home. There was a major part of me that doubted whether she would really go through with any of this, but the anticipation was killing me!
My wife looked smoking hot when she emerged from our bedroom that evening. She wore a sexy, yet classy black evening gown with a short hem, low neckline and spaghetti straps. Under the dress she wore a completely transparent bra with no panties. When she bent forward you could easily see her tits and when she sat down, her tightly groomed black pussy was totally exposed.
When the limousine pulled up we were both praying the driver would play well with her fantasy. When he got out of the car, we were not disappointed. At a lean 6’4″ and approximately 25 years of age, he was taller than expected and a bit younger. He had short black hair, a foreign accent that we never did identify and was ruggedly handsome. He introduced himself as Paul and seemed utterly. When he put us in the vehicle and verified the evening plans, he also showed us the privacy button we could press if we wanted to shut the partition to the front of the car. “We won’t be needing THAT,” I laughed to myself.
I could see immediately my wife approved. Even though this first fantasy of ours was only about being watched, the wrong guy could trigger the “creepy” vibe and this evening would be a total bust. What she didn’t realize was that she accidentally showed him her tits when she bent down to get in the car and also gave him a great pussy shot as she sat down. She was already living out our fantasies and she didn’t even know it!
Once inside the car she squeezed my hand and gave me that excited look as if we were about to do something incredibly fun. Indeed. Without Claire seeing me, I smuggled a video camera under my seat- just in case things got really out of hand later. As the car pulled away from the curb, I placed my hand on her bare thigh and started to slide it up her leg. She responded positively at first, but then stopped me and whispered, “No! We have to wait until after dinner. I don’t want to let him see me naked right now and then have to face him later. I would die!”
I fought my laughter. “I’ve got some news for you Claire; he’s already seen your tits and pussy when you got in the car.”
She was horrified. “Are you serious?” She demanded.
Laughing at her, I whispered, “The mystery is over!” She started laughing too, and hid her face in her hands in embarrassment.
I gave her a consoling hug and then slowly started stroking her hair. I can always tell when Claire is getting turned on by her irregular breathing. I leaned in and started kissing her neck. This time she didn’t resist. She was getting aroused and we hadn’t even started yet. I slid my hand down her leg again and slowly spread her knees apart. Whether she knew it or not, this gave the driver a wide open view of her pussy. I wanted to give him a great show right away in case my wife chickened out and asked me to press the privacy button.
I continued kissing her neck and started to lightly rub her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised to find she was already extremely wet. I slid two fingers inside of her and she responded with a soft moan, trying to keep her voice down so Paul wouldn’t hear. I just couldn’t tell at this point. Was she actually going to go through with this? I reached over and very slowly pulled one of her straps off of her shoulder. No objection. I did the same to the other. I started kissing her on the mouth and carefully reached forward, slowly pulling the dress down to expose her see-through bra. She gasped, but didn’t resist. I quickly removed her bra and took one nipple into my mouth. As I started sucking on her tit, I took my hands and pulled her dress down to her hips. I was sucking on one nipple, pinching the other, and my one free hand was rubbing her pussy. She was starting to go crazy with all of this action. Before she could come to her senses and bring this thing to a grinding halt, I moved down to my knees, pulled apart her legs, and sunk my tongue into her pussy. “Oh my God!” She moaned with surprise. “What are you doing, Dave?” She resisted just for a second, but then gave in to her desire.
She now had her tits completely exposed to the driver. She was leaning back in the seat, totally absorbed in the oral sex I was giving her. My shy wife didn’t even trying to cover herself up. I had to assume at this point she was aware of what she was doing. Because of that assumption, I found all of this so hot I thought I might cum before I even had my cock out of my pants. Her pussy was dripping with her juices and I couldn’t lick it up fast enough. She was moving quickly toward her first orgasm of the night, so I thought it wise to redirect my efforts. I wanted this fantasy to last the entire drive. She reaches a certain point of arousal where she is up for nearly anything, but once she cums, she starts thinking rationally. My fear was that rationality might also signal the end of our sex adventures for the evening.
I moved to a side seat so the driver could get a profile view of us. I didn’t need to say a word to Claire. She assumed the appropriate position on her knees, unfastened my pants and eagerly shoved my cock in her mouth. In our five years of marriage I had never seen her like this. It might have been intimidating if it wasn’t so damn hot. “She’s out of control!” I thought. I was now in a position to see Paul. He was clearly watching the show from his rear view mirror. I noticed he was fidgeting in his seat quite a bit, obviously trying to adjust for his erection. I usually have a lot of control over my orgasms, but her inspired cock-sucking effort combined with this smoking hot scene was torpedoing me toward a premature one. Getting her to take her mouth off of my cock in time to avoid a premature explosion was a bit more difficult than expected. I had to push her away with both hands. She was seriously fiending for it.
In a guttural whisper, she said “Fuck me! Right now- I NEED it! Oh my God, this is so hot…”
I couldn’t believe what was going on. Was this my wife? Holy cow, this was awesome. I said, “I’m going to cum. I need to slow down, Sweetie.”
“No way! You can hang on a little longer… Give me that cock.” She whispered, “Is he watching? Oh fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck… This is so fucking hot!”
And with that, I buried everything I had into her tight little pussy. Unfortunately, it only took a few thrusts before I was ready to blow. I pulled out, straddled her face and she eagerly took my cock in her mouth, just as I exploded with my load. I came so hard I thought my balls might come out too. She sucked me dry, swallowing every drop. There was nothing new about that, though. Claire was always a champ when it came to swallowing. But this time she swallowed with a sense of urgency. She wanted more.
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