Some time ago I wrote to you about my wedding night with my husband, Kyle, and our rapid move through most of the elements of sex. Well, recently I’ve really started hankering to show off for him and maybe even let somebody seduce me in front of him. Kyle told me he thought it would be unspeakably hot to watch me do my thing.

So one Friday night, I dressed in black high heels, black bikini panties that made a beautiful contrast with my tanned legs, a black, silky blouse and a white miniskirt that clung to my ass like skin. Kyle’s cock was bulging as he watched me dress, and he wanted to fuck me before we left the house, but I told him he’d have to wait for sloppy seconds. He was almost feverish as we drove to the bar.

Once there, he sat several stools away from me at the bar as I surveyed the scene, looking for an attractive prospect. Several guys hit on me, but I finally settled on Donald, a rugged, handsome guy of about twenty-five who had smooth manners and a likable personality. We danced a couple of fast dances, then two slow ones. His hard cock pressed against me, and I was breathless with excitement knowing that within the hour I’d have that granite member in my hands, in my mouth and stretching my cunt.

Another fast number came on, and I know that on several occasions, as Donald twirled me, my skirt flared out high enough to expose the juncture of my thighs. When the number ended, I said to Donald, “Come on. I want you in my car, right now!”

I saw Kyle bolt out the door, and I knew he’d be hiding in the bushes at the edge of the parking lot where we’d parked. It was a warm night, and Donald and I hit the back seat like two wild things in heat. His tongue raped my open, willing mouth while his hands mauled my breasts, shoving the blouse up above them. Then his mouth attacked my hard, pointy nipples while his left hand found my wet vaginal lips. He quickly fondled me and then inserted one, two, three and finally four fingers as I moaned into his ear and hunched up into his hand.

Glancing out the window, I saw Kyle not six feet away, barely concealed by the foliage, stroking his cock. Being watched set off a conflagration in my pelvis, and I moaned, louder than necessary, “Ohh, Donald. I want you to fuck me! Now!”

Donald pulled me down on the back seat, my hands and his working together to free his swollen penis. It was six inches, just like Kyle’s, but it was thicker, and I gasped, as my hand barely encircled it.

“Like ’em thick?” Donald chuckled.

“Ohh, yes!” I said loudly enough for Kyle to hear, guiding the beautiful cock to my hungry pussy. “Yours is the thickest I’ve ever felt.”

Donald plunged home, I cried out and immediately we were fucking like tomorrow wouldn’t come. Donald’s mouth attacked my neck, and he sucked it frantically while he worked his thick cock into my already loose cunt. I thrilled to the feel of my walls being stretched wide. My calves rested on the back of the seat, and my naked hips and muscular butt thrust upward to meet every plunge of Donald’s prick.

“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” I chanted, knowing that Kyle could hear. I was so intent on entertaining my listening, watching husband that Donald came long before I was even close to an orgasm. He groaned loudly, and then his cock was throbbing within me, shooting hot, sticky semen into my depths. He collapsed against me, panting, and our sweaty bodies clung to one another.

When his breathing was back to normal, I said, “Let me suck you. I’d like to do it again, if you would.”

“Go for it, baby,” he enthused.

Donald raised himself up and turned over, and I slid my butt next to his chest, blocking his vision, so Kyle could come right up to the window. He did, too, and as he crouched there, watching my mouth slide up and down Donald’s tool, which was thickly coated with semen and my cunt juice, I slid four fingers of my left hand into my dripping pussy and then held them out the window, letting Kyle feel, smell and suck Donald’s semen from my fingers. I heard Kyle whisper, “Oh, God!” and then I waved him away, because Donald was hard again.

“Let’s do it standing up, by the bushes,” I urged.

“Okay,” he agreed. “God, you’re something elsel”

We quickly got out of the car, my mind working feverishly as I tried to decide what position would give Kyle the best view. I decided on a side view and raised my left leg, bringing my knee up to Donald’s shoulder. With Donald’s hand and arm supporting that knee, Kyle would have an unobstructed view of that unbelievably thick penis slashing in and out of me.

I guided Donald’s cock, and again that massive thing was spreading my vaginal walls and I was moaning with joy. We began to fuck, and in my heels, our position was comfortable and extremely erotic for me. To my left I could see Kyle, still stroking himself as he watched.

“You’ve got two big hickeys on your neck,” Donald smirked. “Good. Put one on my tits,” I said, knowing Kyle was going wild. Donald attacked my breasts, almost hurting them, he sucked so hard. We swayed and leaned as we screwed wildly; I could have looked directly into Kyle’s eyes if it’d been light enough.

I felt my orgasm beginning, the tickling sensation deep in my vagina moving in concentric circles outward from my swollen clit. I looked over at Kyle, whose expression couldn’t be discerned. “Ohh, Donald,” I said loudly. “I love your thick cock! Nobody’s ever pleased me like you do. Do me, Donald. Do me like nobody ever has. Make me come!”

A minute later I did, and it was a gut-wrencher. Donald’s hand came up to muffle my scream, or people would have thought I was being mugged, and I squeezed his biceps so hard, he cried out in pain. My knees went so weak I would have crumpled on the ground, except Donald held me up. I clung to him limply as he finished his own drive toward orgasm, shooting thick, white globs of semen into me. We staggered to the back seat of the car, gasping and panting. My hair clung wetly to my back, and my whole body was bathed in perspiration.

“Go,” I said weakly to him. “My husband will be coming out of the bar any minute.”

“My God, you crazy broad,” he said, but he pulled up his pants and scrambled out. He wasn’t even back to the bar before Kyle was on me, sliding between my come-coated thighs.

“Fuck me, you wench!” he hissed, and I did. His prick plunged into me and we ground ourselves against each other. I came in a minute flat, another gut-wrencher, and Kyle had to put his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams. It felt as though a bomb went off in my pussy, and I tore a hole in the ceiling fabric of the car with one of my high heels. Kyle gritted his teeth and held off for another five minutes.

All the time he was fucking me, he was asking, “Did you like it? Was it good? Was it better than mine? You like strange cocks up your cunt, don’t you?” I answered all his questions with “yes,” as I knew he wanted me to. I admit it. I love to fuck. I love cocks, and I love strange new cocks. When Kyle finally came, I had to stifle his scream, and I felt his hard tool shoot semen seven times.

We lay in a pool of sweat. My skirt and blouse were dripping. A pool of semen and cunt juice was spreading across the seat beneath my crack. Kyle shook his head. “My God, baby, it drives me crazy to watch you fuck another man, but I’m hooked. It was the most incredible turn-on I’ve ever known. I want you to do it again.” I kissed him passionately and felt him trembling at the prospect.