A horny hubby lets his wife skirt their marital vows — and they both reap the sexy rewards.

The coffee shop was buzzing by the time my husband met me there. “They’ve ripped the hell out of this place,” Jeff said, noting the construction that was happening all around us, indoors and out.

“I know, but I’m used to it now.”

Jeff sat at my table with coffee in hand. It was a miracle I’d managed to score a spot. The small shop was busier than ever, despite the noise and the mess of renovations. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who still liked going there, but for me it’s partly convenience. The café is directly across the street from the clothing store where I work.

“Poor wife, having to navigate all this.” He laughed then leaned in and kissed me. It was a lingering kiss that turned me on just the smallest bit. “Having to look at all the handsome men running back and forth with their tools and hardhats… and nice asses in faded jeans.”

I laughed and smacked his arm. “Like I even notice them.”

“No? I thought I might have noticed you noticing” — Jeff looked out the window and pointed — “that one. And maybe that one, too.”

He happened to point to a man I’d, in fact, noticed regularly. From the glimpses of him I’d gotten through my shop’s window, I’d gathered he was the foreman for the crew that was renovating our little shopping village.

“You’re imagining things,” I insisted, but I smiled. He knew what that meant.

Jeff took my hand and flipped it over in his. Then he dragged his fingertips slowly up and down my palm until I shifted in my chair. He knew it was an odd little trick to turn me on and get me wet that wouldn’t attract any attention in public.

He whispered in my ear, “If you admit it, when we get home I’ll fuck you until your knees buckle.”

I shut my eyes as he nipped my earlobe, appearing to the rest of the world like a man giving his wife a little kiss as he whispered in her ear. But he wasn’t that innocent. His dirty words were leaving my panties drenched and making my heart flutter.

I felt each beat of my heart in my cunt, and I’d have given anything at that moment for Jeff to reach beneath my dress and push his fingers inside my pussy.

“Okay, okay — I’ve noticed him.”

“The first one or the second one?” Beneath the table, he’d subtly slipped his hand up my thigh. His pinkie finger was brushing my mound.

I held my breath then released it and said, “The second one. The one in the red shirt.”

“Hmm. The handsome dark-haired one with the smoldering eyes.”

I snorted laughter. “Smoldering eyes?”

“What do you think about when you’re noticing him?” he quizzed me, once more pressing his lips to my ear as he spoke.

“Nothing.” I wouldn’t cave that easily. He already owed me a knee-buckling fuck.

“Liar.”

I grinned mischievously. He did know me.

“What do you think about? Him fucking you? Sucking his cock? Him eating that pussy? But remember, that pussy belongs to me. No one plays with it unless I give permission.”

I shifted again. His finger still rested right against my sex, and beneath my dress my cunt was dripping.

I stared at him for a moment and then shrugged, staying as nonchalant as I could. Then I said, “Yeah, maybe some of that.”

Jeff looked at his watch. “Well, love, I have to get back to the office. How about when you get home you tell me which of those things you’ve thought about the most. In exchange, you can negotiate a one-off with Mr. Red Shirt.” He stood and dropped a kiss on the crown of my head. “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said. Then I watched him walk past the guy in the red shirt and give him a wave. I laughed. I was going to get to fuck red shirt. But first I was going to get fucked by my husband. Most likely a lot.

The moment I walked in the door that night, my husband hit me like a ton of bricks. I let out a whoop as he pushed me face-first against the wall, his hands going straight up my dress. He tugged my panties down and slipped his hands back up my thighs again.

“Spread your legs.”

I did as instructed and then he said, “Tell me.”

“I’ve thought about all those things you mentioned,” I confessed. “Fucking him, sucking his cock, him eating my pussy.”

Jeff pushed his fingers inside me and started to thrust in and out. Every time he went deep, his fingertips would brush my G-spot.“

”You want all that?” he asked urgently.

I said nothing as he deliberately curled his fingers over and over again, working that place inside me that made my knees weak and my head fuzzy.

“Answer me,” he growled, and then pulled his fingers free. I heard his belt and then his zipper opening. He pressed a hand to the center of my back and held me against the wall as he brushed his cockhead along my wet slit.

“He dropped to his knees, spread my thighs and went at my pussy with his tongue.”

“I might.” He drove into me hard and deep, entering me so fast I was lifted up on my tiptoes. He kept his hand against my back, and the air rushed out of me as he fucked me. I moved back to take as much of him as I could. I was so close, so wet and so turned on, it was impossible to catch my breath or even think.

“Tell me you want him. I know you do.”

I was nodding dumbly then, over and over as he filled me. I was close, so incredibly close to coming. He moved both hands to my hips and gripped me tight, his tempo increasing. Then he reached around me with one hand and pinched my clit. I climaxed without warning, groaning as Jeff pulled his cock free and turned me so my back was pressed against the wall. He dropped to his knees, spread my thighs and went at my pussy with his tongue, sweeping the rigid tip over my clit until I found myself bucking against his mouth.

“Come for me. Again.” He thrust his fingers inside me and sucked on my clit, drawing on it repeatedly until I lost myself once again. I pulled his hair, and he hissed. Then he yanked me to the floor with him, got me on hands and knees, and pushed his cock into me from behind. It only took a few strokes before he grunted and came, his wetness slickening the tops of my thighs.“

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk details,” he said.

I nodded, still breathless. “Tomorrow.”

And we did.

The day of my date with Mr. Red Shirt, I woke before my alarm sounded, and as I relaxed naked in my bed beside my husband, my mind immediately turned to my sanctioned one-night stand. It hadn’t taken much convincing, just me approaching the handsome man and making a play. When his eyes glanced at my ring finger, I simply said, “I’m married, but I’m free this coming Friday. And only then.” That had been the extent of my explanation. He seemed to understand what I was propositioning and was fine with the situation. Red Shirt didn’t need to know that me and my husband did this kind of thing every once in a while — but never with the same guy twice. It was one and done, always.

I could tell Jeff was awake by the change in his breathing. His hand snaked out from beneath the comforter and found my thigh. “Awake?”

“Yes.”

“Excited?”

A shiver rocked me, and I smiled. “Yeah. You?”

“I am. I can’t wait to hear about it.”
I rolled toward him and his hand inched higher. “While I’m gone you’ll be thinking about it, won’t you?”

“I will.” He slipped his finger inside my pussy.

“And what will you think about?” 

“About him fucking you.” He thrust that finger deep and curled it. “Eating you.” Another thrust, another curl.
“Taking you from behind. Making you suck his cock.”

I sighed and pressed against his hand. He bit my lower lip and growled, “You better lube that pussy up good.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to get my dick in it right now — before I have to leave for work.”

I rolled to the bedside table for the coconut oil and spread it slowly around my cunt. He sighed. “It always smells like vacation when we fuck.”

Then he rolled me onto my belly and hiked me onto all fours. There was no foreplay or niceties. He took me hard, driving his cock into my willing cunt. Holding my hips tight, he plunged in and out of me quickly. His breath was hot on my back, and I balanced my weight on one arm. My free hand snuck between my legs and my fingers played over my clit, bringing me closer to climax. I wanted to wait until he came; I wanted to go over the edge with him. This was the rough fucking before I was with another man. Later would come the prize fucking. Because he’d shared me with another guy, but I was still his. He’d prove that and then some. A thrill spiked through me just to think about what would come after I’d had my night with Mr. Red Shirt.

He felt me tremble and grunted. “I’m coming. Come with me.”

I pinched my clit and gave it a few swirls as he rocked into me so hard I almost collapsed. We climaxed together in near silence, shaking as a single unit as our orgasms decimated us.

Jeff kissed the back of my neck and then moved quickly to bite my ass cheek.

“Ow!” I knew that would leave a mark.

He laughed and stroked the skin he’d just bitten. “Just so he remembers who you belong to. I rarely share, and when I do it’s just the once.”

I met Mr. Red Shirt in the lobby of the hotel near the shopping center. Most of the people who stayed there were doing business in the nearby industrial park. Not the most romantic place, but it was convenient and no one knew me there. 

He looked at me in my black wrap dress and heels, and then whistled low and long. All I could do was laugh. “Did you want a drink?” he asked, pointing his thumb toward the bar. “I’m new to this whole — ”

“We can get a drink and take it to the room. I don’t like a lot of chitchat. I just like to fuck. Will that be a problem?”

“There was no foreplay. He took me hard, driving his cock into my willing cunt.”

He considered me for a second. He had big blue eyes that reminded me of an autumn sky. “Not at all. Who am I to question an opportunity like this?”

I took his arm when he offered. “Let’s just skip the drink.” He nodded, and we went up to the second floor. We headed down the hall, and I opened the door for us with the key card I had stashed in my purse earlier that morning.

Inside the room, he held me at arm’s length, saying, “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” Then I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled down his zipper and managed to free his cock from his boxers.

“Right to it, then?” he asked, a little breathless.

I looked up at him and then briefly sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. “Yep. Is that okay?” I asked.

He could only nod because I was sucking him then, driving my lips down his shaft. I pressed them to the root of his cock every time and let him fill my throat.

His fingers tangled in my hair and then tugged as he started to fuck my face.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

I smiled and cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing them gently.

After a few minutes, he hissed and pulled out of my mouth, saying, “I don’t want it to end yet.”

I nodded. “Me either.”

He held out his hand, and I took it. He guided me to the bed and pushed me back. He was gentler than Jeff, and I watched him as he moved with great deliberation. He untied the sash on my wrap dress and then parted it, laying it out like wings. (I was naked beneath. I’d left my underwear home.) His fingers came down on my skin and goosebumps sprang up where he touched me. My nipples spiked, and he laughed, pinching them so roughly I yelped.

“So pretty. Goddamn.” Poised over me, he sucked my nipples, stealing breath from me with every harsh tug. I writhed impatiently, but he insisted on taking his time before eventually kissing a hot trail from my cleavage to my pussy.

“Spread your legs, pretty lady.”

I parted them wantonly and watched him study my pussy the same way he’d studied my face. He was so relaxed about it that when he actually touched me with his tongue I jumped. “Shh,” he said, pinning me down at the hips with his work-roughened hands. Then he really went at my clit, sucking it and swirling around it with his tongue until I was nothing more than a shivering mess.

I came with a brutal rush of pleasure that felt like it would fell me. But he wouldn’t let me rest, pushing two thick fingers into my cunt and curling them. “I want more,” he said, his voice nearly a growl.

“I want another orgasm from you.”

I laughed softly. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” I confessed with a smile.

As he fucked me with his fingers, he sucked my clit once again, slowly taking me higher. I couldn’t think beyond the sensations of my body. When he could tell I was crazy with lust, he went for the gold, finger-banging my G-spot until I gave up another orgasm. That climax was just as fast and hard as the first, and it left me gushing.

He sighed. “That’s what I wanted. Turn over.” I started to turn, but he grabbed me and flipped me impatiently, moving me onto my hands and knees. Then he moved close behind me and slid into my pussy on a slow, even stroke. He gripped my hips tightly as he moved, thrusting in short, staccato bursts that inched me forward on the bed. I pressed my forehead to the mattress and rocked back to take him. His cock brushed the most sensitive places inside me, and I snuck a hand between my thighs to finger my tender clit. I didn’t know if I could come again, but I sure did want to!

He grunted and tugged me against his body, even as he drove into me. The sound of his voice was animalistic and rough. Goosebumps sprang up all over my body, and I sighed, pinching my clit with my shaking fingertips.

I moaned. I was so close again, right on the cusp of coming.

“That’s it,” he said. “That’s it.”  Another rush of wetness, and then he hit a perfect place deep inside me and I was coming. I moaned into the mattress as I quaked with pleasure.

He stopped moving, caught his breath and pulled out of me. Then he rolled me to my back and moved up to push a pillow beneath my head. He straddled my shoulders and looked down at me. “Open your mouth, pretty lady.”

I did as he asked and let him move his body over my face so he could fuck my mouth. He did it with well timed, even strokes that let me breathe between thrusts. He filled my throat, never pushing too hard, and I only gagged once. He smiled down at me as my eyes watered.

“Breathe deep.”

I inhaled deeply, which opened my throat, and he pushed into me just a little more.

I bucked beneath him, and he moved slowly in and out, pausing every once in a while so I wasn’t overcome.

“He kept his dick deep inside me as he jerked with quick, sharp bursts of movement.”

When he resumed fucking my mouth, I arched my neck to urge him deeper. I brushed the underside of his cock with my tongue, and when he hissed, I knew I’d pushed him too far. I reached up and cupped his balls, squeezing them in my hand. He grunted and pulled out of my mouth.

“Jesus,” he muttered, shaking his head and staring down at me. Then he knocked my spread thighs wider and settled his muscular body atop mine. “Kiss me,” he ordered, grinding his hard cock against my mound.

I groaned against his parted lips and then did as asked. I kissed him, moving my tongue over his as he humped me. My pussy flickered and spasmed with ghostly aftershocks from my recent orgasms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted in rhythm with his bucking body. Then he shoved his hands beneath my ass cheeks and pressed down against me to slide his cock inside me with ease. I gasped because I was already sensitive and swollen and tender, and that one thrust had awoken my body’s craving for yet another climax.

He fucked me fast and hard, never withdrawing too much. He kept his dick deep inside me as he jerked with quick, sharp bursts of movement.

I could hardly breathe, but somehow the pressure of his big body on mine made the moment even better. Even hotter. The illicit joy of fucking a stranger. Of having someone take me in a new way. And all the while knowing my husband was waiting eagerly for the details. And waiting to take me himself.

My lover held me tight and rocked against me. His breath was hot on my neck. He bit me, and I jerked, crying out as my pussy clenched tightly around him. He groaned and then licked the skin he’d just nipped. My pussy flooded with wetness. He’d learned to read me real quick because he bit me once again, and I came, my pussy gripping him as he thrust deeply. That was the final straw. He pounded into me a few more times before coming. And then he grew still.

“I take it that’s it?” he muttered against my neck. I thought he was smiling.

“It is.”

He nodded and then looked at me. “Well, it was sure as fuck nice meeting you.”

“You, too,” I said, unable to keep my laughter at bay.

He waited while I showered quickly, toweled off and got dressed.

“So this is one-shot thing?”

“It is.”

He shook his head and sighed. “Pity.”

 “But it was a good one-shot thing.”

I left the room on shaky legs and texted Jeff. He responded immediately with nothing but: “Here waiting for you.” I drove home slowly, savoring my memories: the feel of his mouth on me, the way his cock felt driving into me, the short bursts of motion he used when thrusting into me, the smell of him and the way he smiled. And the fact that he called me “pretty lady.”

I put the car in park and walked up the front sidewalk. The door opened before I even got to the steps.

I let him take my arm and pull me into the house. He immediately turned me in his arms and kissed me. I opened my mouth and kissed him back, letting him suck my tongue gently. He pinched my nipples through my dress, and I moaned. My body was starting to stir with fresh want. I was sore from so much good fucking, but I was also turned on beyond belief.

He untied my dress and parted it. 

“Now, honey, tell me all about it.” He dropped to his knees. “And spare no details.” As I began to speak, he brought his tongue to my clit and started to lap at me.

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