I’d just gotten into the shower when my husband came home, and when he discovered where I was he naturally decided to join me. We have a large walk-in shower with numerous heads, and we’ve had some memorable times in there. Although we’ve been married for over 16 years, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Stan sporting an erection when he opened the shower stall door.
We’d seen each other only half an hour earlier, at the shop where we both worked, when I’d tracked him down to tell him I was heading home to start getting ready for the wedding reception we were to attend that evening. Finding him up on a catwalk, I climbed up to join him. When I got to him he gave me a kiss and whispered, “Baby, you’ve just given Kevin the thrill of his life.”
Startled, I looked down to see Kevin stretched out on his back on the floor below. He had been lying under one of the big presses, doing some kind of repair, and when he rolled out he’d been in a position to look straight up my dress through the treads of the catwalk.
Kevin was a nice 22-year-old guy who had worked at the plant since getting out of high school. He had never been able to hide his attraction to me, even though I was a married woman and 12 years his senior.
Stan was chuckling. “I bet he comes in his pants when I do this,” he said, and he swiftly pulled my skirt up and pulled the crotch of my panties aside, exposing my bright pink cunt lips to his coworker for a brief moment before I twisted away and walked off. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the attention—I love turning men on, and I sometimes allow things to go much further then simple teasing. But up to then I had tried to avoid getting involved with any of my husband’s coworkers.
I knew my husband was thinking about Kevin getting a free shot when he came to me in the shower with a hard-on, and I knew I’d have to defuse that erection before we went out. I decided to suck his cock, an activity which he enjoys almost as much as a juicy piece of ass. I backed up to sit on the built-in bench in the shower stall, leading my husband by his hard-on.
His cock was at the perfect height, and I immediately took it into my mouth as I had done thousands of times in the past. I circled the rim around the head with my tongue, then looked up into his eyes as my mouth slowly descended over his lovely erection until it reached my throat. I held it there for a minute, bobbing my head slightly while massaging his large balls. Then I began to suck the length of it, moving slowly up and down until I detected the first sign of his impending orgasm. I then relaxed my throat to take as much as I could into my gullet as he exploded, spurting his creamy load straight down my throat. I nursed lovingly on his softening organ until it was completely flaccid before standing and kissing him on the lips.
Afterwards he teased me about showing my goodies to Kevin, and I reminded him that he was the one who had made sure that young man got a peek under my panties, adding that he was a bastard for doing that, because he knew that Kevin had been panting after me like a puppy sniffing his first bitch in heat.
I had bought a new dress for the wedding reception, a light blue slinky number with a low-cut neckline and a flared skirt that ended four inches above my knees. When I showed it to Stan he said that to go with it I should wear a set of lingerie which he had bought me for our anniversary and which I hadn’t yet worn. It too was light blue in color, but was almost totally transparent, except for a little lace at the front of the panties and the bra cups. It wasn’t something I’d buy for myself, but Stan loves seeing me in things like that, so I wear them, knowing I’m in for a good fucking when we get home.
We enjoyed a fine dinner at the reception, which was followed by a merry evening of dancing and an open bar. We had taken the precaution of hiring a limo for the night, so we could drink without worrying about having to drive home.
We hadn’t been out partying together for some time, so we both consumed our share of liquor and danced our hearts out as the night wore on.
At one point a nice-looking man of about my age came over to our table and asked me to dance. His name was Hal, and it turned out that he was an older brother of the groom. I danced with him, and with some other men as well as my husband, but Hal kept asking me to dance again. He seemed to be watching me all the time, and I noticed that he would scowl when I danced with anyone else. But I was used to having men come on to me, and didn’t let it bother me too much.
I danced more and more with Stan as I became more intoxicated, and after a while I found myself grinding my body into his as I felt his cock harden against my stomach. He danced me into a dimly lighted corner as his hands slid down to cup my ass cheeks. I could feel my pussy moisten as he continued to caress me there, but I didn’t realize that he’d raised the back of my dress until I felt his hands slipping beneath my panties to fondle my naked buttocks. I spread my legs for him, pressing against his solid erection as he leaned further down to reach between my thighs and finger my hot creamy snatch.
The song ended then, and I walked back to the table on weak knees and with very wet panties. As soon as we got there Hal asked me to dance. I glanced at Stan, who said, “Go ahead, honey, I’ve got to find the men’s room.” So I said yes.
Hal held me close as we danced, and was soon slipping his hand down to gently squeeze my ass. I tried to ignore this, but before I realized it he had danced me into another dark corner, where he cupped my left breast as he pressed his lips to mine.
I’d had more than enough to drink, and I was so aroused from just having been felt up by my husband that I didn’t put up any resistance. In fact I rather enjoyed his passion-filled kiss. He moaned into my mouth as his hand slid down once again to rub my ass; and moments later that hand was slipping down the back of my wispy panties, just as Stan’s had done. I felt his finger slipping into my very damp cunt as he pulled me firmly against his rock-hard cock.
I looked franticly around to see if anyone was watching us, and realized he had somehow maneuvered me into some sort of storage room. I wasn’t afraid of him, and I knew I could escape if I chose to; but rather than make a scene I thought it would be much simpler just to give the guy a quick handjob and send him on his way.
When I reached for his cock he made it easy for me by dropping his pants to his knees, along with his shorts. He was modestly hung, with about five inches of thick cock, though it looked to be as hard as they come. I thought this would be an easy one, but Hal had something else in mind. He spun me around and bent me over a large box. He then flipped up my dress, pushed my panties down to mid-thigh and slipped his stubby cock up my cunt with one thrust. I was, I have to admit, turned on even more by his forcefulness, and I let him do what he wanted.
It was all over about a dozen strokes later. He gushed his come into me with a series of loud gasps, and then just pulled out of me, pulled up his pants and quickly left the room.
I had nothing to wipe my crotch with, and could only pull up my panties to keep this stranger’s come from running down my thighs. I straightened myself up and left the room. When I rejoined my husband he asked me where Hal had disappeared to. I told him I didn’t have a clue, but that I was about ready to go home.
We said good night to our hosts and went out to where our limo driver was waiting. Inside the car, Stan closed the privacy window between us and the driver, and then kissed me passionately, slipping his hand up under my dress.
“God, honey, I’m so horny!” he exclaimed. “I was watching that guy Hal feel you up on the dance floor. Where did you go with him anyway?”
“Well, I’ll tell you,” I said. “That guy somehow got me into a storage room, where he bent me over a big box and fucked me.”
Stan stared at me. “My God, honey,” he breathed. “That is the hottest thing you’ve ever done. You got fucked with about two hundred of our friends just a few feet away. Was it good?”
“Not really,” I said. “It was over in less than ten seconds, and all I got out of it was a load in my pussy.”
“Well, I guess that’s kind of my fault,” Stan said. “I sort of set you up with him by just giving the two of you the opportunity. But you are one fabulous woman, who always follows her instincts, and I love you. Now is there any possible way I could talk you into giving me some sloppy seconds right now?”
Smiling at him, I lay down on the long bench seat and allowed my husband to remove my panties, so that he could see just how messy Hal had left my pussy. “Damn, baby,” he told me, “your cunt has never looked sexier. It’s so full of come that it’s simply running down the crack of your ass.” He loomed above me then, and my legs encircled him as he sank nearly seven inches of rigid cock into my insatiable vagina, fully lubricated with another man’s come.
This wasn’t a wham-bam screwing, like the one I’d gotten from Hal; my husband fucked me quite soundly, tripping my trigger twice before he gushed out his load to blend with what was already there. I was delighted when he stayed erect and continued to screw me, until the driver’s voice came over the intercom, telling us that we were home.
We hurriedly made ourselves presentable before the driver came around to open the door for us. I know he got a good look at my naked pussy when my skirt rode up as I scooched out. Stan signed for the limo and gave him a tip, and then I gave him a little tip of my own, pressing my creamy panties into his hand as we waked away.
Minutes later my husband had me naked and in our bed, fucking me as though he hadn’t had any tail in months.
“You know how many guys you made horny today, honey?” he said during a pause in the action.
“Well, you and Hal for sure,” I said, giggling.
“More than that,” he said. “At least five guys at the reception told me they got hard-ons watching me feel you up. Then there’s the limo driver—not to mention poor Kevin. You know, you’ll have to give that guy a little nookie pretty soon or his nuts will fall off.”
Well, I could see that Stan wasn’t going to let the issue of Kevin alone until I simply fucked the guy, so I told him I would. It wasn’t too hard a promise to make; he’s a real stud. I’m very lucky to have a husband like Stan, because most men would have divorced me long ago.
—J.N., Des Moines, Iowa