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10/11/2014
My horny little wife, Billie, admitted to me she had fucked a grad student one weekend while I was away. Their original plan had been to spend the day at the beach, but they had ended up spending the day in his bed instead.
At the time, I had reentered the military and Billie was a second semester junior in college. I hadn’t been able to make it home for quite a while.
Before I had departed I had told Billie to go out and have some fun and not just sit in the apartment studying. I had meant it as an “implied consent” to get laid if she so desired.
It was two weeks after she’d had sex with the grad student, that I was finally able to make it home.
Our reunion was passionate to say the least. I could tell she had something on her mind.
The next morning after our breakfast and showers we were lounging on the bed nude. I was reclined against the headboard. Billie was snuggled up to my right side.
Billie’s left arm was under my back, her breasts pressed into my side and her right leg over my right leg. Her right hand was tracing little designs on my lower abdomen. Her head was resting on my chest. She was beautiful.
She was twenty-four years old at the time, five feet three inches tall and weighed one hundred-eight pounds, with a tanned and buffed hard body. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a tight little figure (34-23-33).
Her breasts had smallish areolas, sassy up-turned nipples and were a little more than a handful. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short and her labia shaved. She had never smoked, drank or experimented with drugs and loved to exercise.
She looked a little thoughtful and softly asked, “When you went back on active duty, you told me I should go out and have some fun. Did… did you mean… did that include… well… sex with other guys?”
Grinning, I pulled her closer. I gently caressed her face, I softly answered, “Yeah, it did. Did something happen?”
With a little laugh, she softly replied, “Oh, yes… something happened.”
I kissed her with enthusiasm and said, “That’s great! Do you want to tell me about it?”
Smiling, the little wench wiggled against me and exclaimed, “I want to tell you everything!”
There was a moment of silence as Billie gathered her thoughts. I became acutely aware of her warm breasts against my skin; I could feel the heat emanating from her pubic mound pressed against my leg.
Billie smelled of soap, shampoo, sunshine, fresh air and her own wonderfully, tantalizing, unique scent. Looking down at her nude, tanned, buffed body was a thrill. My love for this woman washed over me.
The quiet was broken when Billie chuckled and said, “Wow! Look at that boner! I believe, you like the idea of your wife, fucking other men.” She slipped her hand around it and gently started stroking me.
Giggling, she leaned down and kissed the head of my cock. She leaned back and said, “You know, this was the first man I’ve screwed, other than you, since we got engaged.” Laughing, she added, “Of course, I’m not counting a few close calls I’ve had.”
Her “close calls” had taken place during her first two years of college and my first enlistment. We had become engaged while she was a freshman and married just before the start of her sophomore year. Unfortunately, it was a long-range relationship.
I had told her the same thing then as I had this time, “Don’t just sit in the dorm studying, go out with your girl friends and have some fun.” Again, it was an implied consent to have sex with someone, if she so desired, even though we never openly discussed it.
Billie had told me, she and her girlfriends did go out; meet guys and party. There were, also, times during these parties she would end up partly or completely naked and making out with one of the guys. She wouldn’t fuck them, but she would give them blowjobs.
With her fingers tickling my erection, she continued with her admission, “Jenny and her boyfriend introduced him to me at the library. After they left he asked me to spend Saturday at the beach with him. I thought it sounded like fun, so I agreed.
“We made arrangements for me to meet him at his apartment around 11:00 AM that day. I couldn’t find my bikini so I wore that little, stretchy, cream-colored halter-top and my pale blue running shorts. I took a beach wrap in case it got chilly.”
Laughing, I said, “Without underwear that halter-top and those shorts are partially see-through and I know you wouldn’t wear a bra or panties for hell nor high water. So if you’d gone swimming they would’ve been totally transparent!”
Giggling, Billie said, “I didn’t think of that!” She then said, “We weren’t planning on going swimming anyway, the water’s still too cold. The original ‘plan’ was to get some sun and just walk on the beach looking for seashells or driftwood.
“When I got there he asked me where my bathing suit was. When I told him I couldn’t find it he insisted on buying me one. There was a little store near his apartment so we went there and I allowed him to buy me a bikini that was one-size-fits-all.
“We went back to his place so I could change and that’s when things got… well… when things got interesting. I think I might have sent him the wrong signal. I wasn’t really thinking and I just stripped off my halter-top and shorts. His eyes got so big and round!
“I told him, ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I model nude for the Life Drawing classes at school and didn’t even think about stripping naked in front of you. Do you want me to go into the bathroom to finish changing?’ Of course he said no.”
She giggled, “I could see his hard-on pushing against his shorts. That really gave me a thrill, so I purposely took my time putting on the bikini. I had to make a lot of adjustments, bending over, shaking my tits and wiggling my ass to get it to fit right.
“It just barely covered anything! The edges of my areoles were visible just standing there! And if I moved, the nipple would pop out. The bottoms were even worse. Of course he told me he loved it. He then started making his own adjustments.
“He turned me around so my back was to him and slid his hands down my sides to the bottoms and down around the rear panel. His fingers slid across my butt, more than once, and then he ran them up and down my butt crack. I shivered; it felt so, so, so good!
“Then he turned me around so I was facing him and he traced the string that held the top up down to my breasts. When he brushed across my nipples it felt like an electric shock ran through my body. He… placed his hands over my breasts, and gently caressed them.
“Next, he… he used his fingers to slide the top’s panels over and… and he looked me in my eyes and bent over and… and started kissing my nipples. It felt so, so good that I broke out into goose bumps. He hadn’t even kissed me and already had my tits bare!”
I looked down at Billie and her nipples were as hard as rocks as she relived her seduction. Turned-on, she was now instinctively fondling my cock. She had pulled her left arm from under me and was unconsciously stroking her pussy.
In a soft voice she said, “He lifted his head from my breasts and finally kissed me. As we kissed he moved me toward the bed. I don’t know when my bottoms or my top came off, but as he laid me down I realized I was totally nude.
“He was up on his knees kissing my face, neck, chest, and breasts. He worked his way down my body. His hand cupped my pussy and he worked a finger into me. It felt so good that I…I started to hump his hand. He… he then slid a second finger in me.
“I remember closing my eyes then, so I didn’t know he had undressed until I felt something warm against my face. I opened my eyes to find his cock on my cheek.” Billie softly giggled and said, “It was about the size of a hotdog! And, it was so hard!
“I encircled it with my thumb and forefinger and started to stroke it. A drop of pre-come came out of the tip so I pulled it to my mouth and started sucking it, swirling my tongue around the head. I then took his whole cock into my mouth, to his pubic bone!”
I asked her, “Had you decided to fuck him? Or were you just going to suck him off?”
Billie slid down and sucked my cock into her mouth; she bobbed her head a couple of times and then sat up. Swinging her legs over my hips she lined me up with her opening and pressed down. She was wet and slick from her story and took me in to the hilt.
With her hands pressed to my chest she sat up and started slowly riding me. As she did, she looked into my eyes and with a soft, warm voice said, “Oh, I had already decided; I was definitely going to fuck him, even though I barely knew him.”
Leaning forward she kissed me and sat back up, she continued her story, “He was being so attentive. He was doing an incredible job finger fucking me and had started using just the tip of his tongue on my clit. It really felt good!
“I was able to slid his whole cock in and out of my mouth. He was… he was humping my face, not hard, but slow… matching my rhythm while I sucked his cock. He really liked oral sex; he was doing a first-rate job on my pussy with his fingers and his tongue.
“After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth and got between my legs. He started to put on a condom… but… but I told him not to… that I had had my tubes tied so he didn’t have to worry. I… I also told him I preferred feeling his bare cock in me.”
Billie stretched out on top of me then and kissed me. She borrowed her face into the curve of my shoulder and my neck. Her hips were slowly undulating as she used her pussy muscles, clutching and releasing.
Softly panting in my ear she asked, “It turns you on to hear about me fucking this guy doesn’t it?”
I hoarsely breathed into her ear, “Yeah… yeah, it does.”
“Me, too.” She panted, “When he started finger fucking me I remembered how you told me to go out and have some fun. I also remembered how turned-on you use to get when I told you about sucking those guys off while you were deployed the first time.”
Stroking her back and caressing her tight butt, I asked, “Do you wish you’d fuck any of them?”
Breathing softly in my ear, she whispered, “There were a couple I was tempted to fuck… but, I was only nineteen and we were newly-weds, and I was trying to be the good, little wife. If it was now… well, yeah, I’d probably fuck them.”
She pushed herself back up so she could look into my eyes and resumed her tale; “He pulled me to him and spread my legs open. Then he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. It felt so decadent! Being spread like that by someone other than my husband!
“Honey, as he pushed into me, I looked at my wedding ring and thought, ‘He’ll understand.’ And I knew you would, too, and… you’d enjoy hearing about it.”
Billie was right, I did understand and… I approved. I told her this and told her I loved her more than anything. Then I asked her to please tell the rest of the story.
Smiling, her voice a soft whisper, she said, “And I love you even more.” She kissed me. Then she continued her tale, “ Honey, he may have had a wiener sized cock, but he was a good cocks man. I was surprised at what a good fuck he actually was.”
Nuzzling her, I had to ask, “Did you cum?”
“No. I thought I was going to several times; it felt so, so good! But it always slid away. Something was missing. And, sweetie, that something was you.”
Laughing, her wonderful, musical laugh, she told me, “ But, boy! When he started cumming, I didn’t think he’d stop! When he did, he held me and kissed me, telling me how great it had been. We stayed like that until he slipped out of me.
“It wasn’t long before he was ready again though. This time he lasted a lot longer. He lasted even longer when I got on top, and longer still when I got on my hands and knees. We then did it out on the balcony and finally on the floor… we fucked most of the day.”
Telling me all this had turned her on and set her off. Her orgasm was one of those slow, rippling wave types. This of course set me off. Afterwards, my cock still in her, we just held each other.
As we lay there, we discussed “officially” opening our marriage. Billie had thought about taking a lover, but we decided that might get messy. Billie then acknowledged how much she enjoyed sampling different cocks and how much fun multiple partners were.
When she had included multiple partners, I raise my eyebrows. Blushing, wiggling, squirming and giggling, she said, “I need to tell you about last weekend’s spring-break beach house party.”
With this revelation, we decided to “officially” open our marriage. This would allow both of us the freedom to pursue our sexual desires. Both of us, also, agreed we would tell each other everything.
She pulled off of me, sucked me hard again, laid back, opened her legs and presented her little pussy. As we made slow, sweet love she told me all about her spring-break escapade.
She’d been quite the promiscuous little tramp! What a turn-on!
To be continued…
At the time, I had reentered the military and Billie was a second semester junior in college. I hadn’t been able to make it home for quite a while.
Before I had departed I had told Billie to go out and have some fun and not just sit in the apartment studying. I had meant it as an “implied consent” to get laid if she so desired.
It was two weeks after she’d had sex with the grad student, that I was finally able to make it home.
Our reunion was passionate to say the least. I could tell she had something on her mind.
The next morning after our breakfast and showers we were lounging on the bed nude. I was reclined against the headboard. Billie was snuggled up to my right side.
Billie’s left arm was under my back, her breasts pressed into my side and her right leg over my right leg. Her right hand was tracing little designs on my lower abdomen. Her head was resting on my chest. She was beautiful.
She was twenty-four years old at the time, five feet three inches tall and weighed one hundred-eight pounds, with a tanned and buffed hard body. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and a tight little figure (34-23-33).
Her breasts had smallish areolas, sassy up-turned nipples and were a little more than a handful. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short and her labia shaved. She had never smoked, drank or experimented with drugs and loved to exercise.
She looked a little thoughtful and softly asked, “When you went back on active duty, you told me I should go out and have some fun. Did… did you mean… did that include… well… sex with other guys?”
Grinning, I pulled her closer. I gently caressed her face, I softly answered, “Yeah, it did. Did something happen?”
With a little laugh, she softly replied, “Oh, yes… something happened.”
I kissed her with enthusiasm and said, “That’s great! Do you want to tell me about it?”
Smiling, the little wench wiggled against me and exclaimed, “I want to tell you everything!”
There was a moment of silence as Billie gathered her thoughts. I became acutely aware of her warm breasts against my skin; I could feel the heat emanating from her pubic mound pressed against my leg.
Billie smelled of soap, shampoo, sunshine, fresh air and her own wonderfully, tantalizing, unique scent. Looking down at her nude, tanned, buffed body was a thrill. My love for this woman washed over me.
The quiet was broken when Billie chuckled and said, “Wow! Look at that boner! I believe, you like the idea of your wife, fucking other men.” She slipped her hand around it and gently started stroking me.
Giggling, she leaned down and kissed the head of my cock. She leaned back and said, “You know, this was the first man I’ve screwed, other than you, since we got engaged.” Laughing, she added, “Of course, I’m not counting a few close calls I’ve had.”
Her “close calls” had taken place during her first two years of college and my first enlistment. We had become engaged while she was a freshman and married just before the start of her sophomore year. Unfortunately, it was a long-range relationship.
I had told her the same thing then as I had this time, “Don’t just sit in the dorm studying, go out with your girl friends and have some fun.” Again, it was an implied consent to have sex with someone, if she so desired, even though we never openly discussed it.
Billie had told me, she and her girlfriends did go out; meet guys and party. There were, also, times during these parties she would end up partly or completely naked and making out with one of the guys. She wouldn’t fuck them, but she would give them blowjobs.
With her fingers tickling my erection, she continued with her admission, “Jenny and her boyfriend introduced him to me at the library. After they left he asked me to spend Saturday at the beach with him. I thought it sounded like fun, so I agreed.
“We made arrangements for me to meet him at his apartment around 11:00 AM that day. I couldn’t find my bikini so I wore that little, stretchy, cream-colored halter-top and my pale blue running shorts. I took a beach wrap in case it got chilly.”
Laughing, I said, “Without underwear that halter-top and those shorts are partially see-through and I know you wouldn’t wear a bra or panties for hell nor high water. So if you’d gone swimming they would’ve been totally transparent!”
Giggling, Billie said, “I didn’t think of that!” She then said, “We weren’t planning on going swimming anyway, the water’s still too cold. The original ‘plan’ was to get some sun and just walk on the beach looking for seashells or driftwood.
“When I got there he asked me where my bathing suit was. When I told him I couldn’t find it he insisted on buying me one. There was a little store near his apartment so we went there and I allowed him to buy me a bikini that was one-size-fits-all.
“We went back to his place so I could change and that’s when things got… well… when things got interesting. I think I might have sent him the wrong signal. I wasn’t really thinking and I just stripped off my halter-top and shorts. His eyes got so big and round!
“I told him, ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I model nude for the Life Drawing classes at school and didn’t even think about stripping naked in front of you. Do you want me to go into the bathroom to finish changing?’ Of course he said no.”
She giggled, “I could see his hard-on pushing against his shorts. That really gave me a thrill, so I purposely took my time putting on the bikini. I had to make a lot of adjustments, bending over, shaking my tits and wiggling my ass to get it to fit right.
“It just barely covered anything! The edges of my areoles were visible just standing there! And if I moved, the nipple would pop out. The bottoms were even worse. Of course he told me he loved it. He then started making his own adjustments.
“He turned me around so my back was to him and slid his hands down my sides to the bottoms and down around the rear panel. His fingers slid across my butt, more than once, and then he ran them up and down my butt crack. I shivered; it felt so, so, so good!
“Then he turned me around so I was facing him and he traced the string that held the top up down to my breasts. When he brushed across my nipples it felt like an electric shock ran through my body. He… placed his hands over my breasts, and gently caressed them.
“Next, he… he used his fingers to slide the top’s panels over and… and he looked me in my eyes and bent over and… and started kissing my nipples. It felt so, so good that I broke out into goose bumps. He hadn’t even kissed me and already had my tits bare!”
I looked down at Billie and her nipples were as hard as rocks as she relived her seduction. Turned-on, she was now instinctively fondling my cock. She had pulled her left arm from under me and was unconsciously stroking her pussy.
In a soft voice she said, “He lifted his head from my breasts and finally kissed me. As we kissed he moved me toward the bed. I don’t know when my bottoms or my top came off, but as he laid me down I realized I was totally nude.
“He was up on his knees kissing my face, neck, chest, and breasts. He worked his way down my body. His hand cupped my pussy and he worked a finger into me. It felt so good that I…I started to hump his hand. He… he then slid a second finger in me.
“I remember closing my eyes then, so I didn’t know he had undressed until I felt something warm against my face. I opened my eyes to find his cock on my cheek.” Billie softly giggled and said, “It was about the size of a hotdog! And, it was so hard!
“I encircled it with my thumb and forefinger and started to stroke it. A drop of pre-come came out of the tip so I pulled it to my mouth and started sucking it, swirling my tongue around the head. I then took his whole cock into my mouth, to his pubic bone!”
I asked her, “Had you decided to fuck him? Or were you just going to suck him off?”
Billie slid down and sucked my cock into her mouth; she bobbed her head a couple of times and then sat up. Swinging her legs over my hips she lined me up with her opening and pressed down. She was wet and slick from her story and took me in to the hilt.
With her hands pressed to my chest she sat up and started slowly riding me. As she did, she looked into my eyes and with a soft, warm voice said, “Oh, I had already decided; I was definitely going to fuck him, even though I barely knew him.”
Leaning forward she kissed me and sat back up, she continued her story, “He was being so attentive. He was doing an incredible job finger fucking me and had started using just the tip of his tongue on my clit. It really felt good!
“I was able to slid his whole cock in and out of my mouth. He was… he was humping my face, not hard, but slow… matching my rhythm while I sucked his cock. He really liked oral sex; he was doing a first-rate job on my pussy with his fingers and his tongue.
“After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth and got between my legs. He started to put on a condom… but… but I told him not to… that I had had my tubes tied so he didn’t have to worry. I… I also told him I preferred feeling his bare cock in me.”
Billie stretched out on top of me then and kissed me. She borrowed her face into the curve of my shoulder and my neck. Her hips were slowly undulating as she used her pussy muscles, clutching and releasing.
Softly panting in my ear she asked, “It turns you on to hear about me fucking this guy doesn’t it?”
I hoarsely breathed into her ear, “Yeah… yeah, it does.”
“Me, too.” She panted, “When he started finger fucking me I remembered how you told me to go out and have some fun. I also remembered how turned-on you use to get when I told you about sucking those guys off while you were deployed the first time.”
Stroking her back and caressing her tight butt, I asked, “Do you wish you’d fuck any of them?”
Breathing softly in my ear, she whispered, “There were a couple I was tempted to fuck… but, I was only nineteen and we were newly-weds, and I was trying to be the good, little wife. If it was now… well, yeah, I’d probably fuck them.”
She pushed herself back up so she could look into my eyes and resumed her tale; “He pulled me to him and spread my legs open. Then he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. It felt so decadent! Being spread like that by someone other than my husband!
“Honey, as he pushed into me, I looked at my wedding ring and thought, ‘He’ll understand.’ And I knew you would, too, and… you’d enjoy hearing about it.”
Billie was right, I did understand and… I approved. I told her this and told her I loved her more than anything. Then I asked her to please tell the rest of the story.
Smiling, her voice a soft whisper, she said, “And I love you even more.” She kissed me. Then she continued her tale, “ Honey, he may have had a wiener sized cock, but he was a good cocks man. I was surprised at what a good fuck he actually was.”
Nuzzling her, I had to ask, “Did you cum?”
“No. I thought I was going to several times; it felt so, so good! But it always slid away. Something was missing. And, sweetie, that something was you.”
Laughing, her wonderful, musical laugh, she told me, “ But, boy! When he started cumming, I didn’t think he’d stop! When he did, he held me and kissed me, telling me how great it had been. We stayed like that until he slipped out of me.
“It wasn’t long before he was ready again though. This time he lasted a lot longer. He lasted even longer when I got on top, and longer still when I got on my hands and knees. We then did it out on the balcony and finally on the floor… we fucked most of the day.”
Telling me all this had turned her on and set her off. Her orgasm was one of those slow, rippling wave types. This of course set me off. Afterwards, my cock still in her, we just held each other.
As we lay there, we discussed “officially” opening our marriage. Billie had thought about taking a lover, but we decided that might get messy. Billie then acknowledged how much she enjoyed sampling different cocks and how much fun multiple partners were.
When she had included multiple partners, I raise my eyebrows. Blushing, wiggling, squirming and giggling, she said, “I need to tell you about last weekend’s spring-break beach house party.”
With this revelation, we decided to “officially” open our marriage. This would allow both of us the freedom to pursue our sexual desires. Both of us, also, agreed we would tell each other everything.
She pulled off of me, sucked me hard again, laid back, opened her legs and presented her little pussy. As we made slow, sweet love she told me all about her spring-break escapade.
She’d been quite the promiscuous little tramp! What a turn-on!
To be continued…
Poster:
Jack Stay
