I have always been a horny slut. My husband says I’m Miss Priss by day and Miss Pussy by night.

By the time we’d been married five years, things had become a little routine. I’ve always talked dirty to him while we fucked. I’d talk about him watching me get pounded by a strange cock, but now that actually happens on a regular basis, and I can’t get enough.

One night we were in a bar and I was getting a buzz and getting cock-hungry. I went to the bathroom and removed my panties. When I came back to dance with my husband, I made sure that when I bent over, my tight ass showed. I was already getting wet and had screwing on the brain. Bill was never much of a dancer, so I let him sit down, and before I knew it, I was sandwiched on the dance floor between two frat boys. I looked over at... Read More