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We’re at a party at the Patterson’s place, the kind where the booze is flowing freely and there’s impromptu karaoke in the backyard and the neighbors come over to ask everyone to quiet down and up getting as plastered as everyone else. My wife Nola and I are enjoying the night air, wandering amongst the buzzed crowd, drinking, and enjoying ourselves with several hundred of our closest friends.
Nola does this thing where she gets very tipsy and a switch gets flipped, and all of a sudden her inner slut starts to let loose. She gets really horny, and a side of her that few would guess exists emerges. She gets wild in these moments, and it’s absolutely something I love about her.
Still, even knowing that about her, I was very surprised when she pulled me aside from the melee of the party, her eyes alight with mischief, and cupped her hands over my ear to whisper, “I’m so hormy right now.” She kissed me and then continued. “I want to fuck you so bad.” She smiled naughtily and then cupped her hands over my ear again to drown out the noise of the party.
“You know how you always talk about wanting me to fuck someone else? And then fuck you?”
I nod. “Yes…”
She looks at me with a giddy grin. “What if I did that tonight? Would you be mad? or glad?”
I tell her Glad, very glad, and that I love her. She kisses me deeply on the lips, sliding her tongue lovingly and hungrily against my own. She presses her body against mine, and I can feel her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her sundress, I can tell how badly she wants to be fucked.
She slips away into the flow of the crowd and I don’t see her again for a few minutes, until I catch a glimpse of her slipping out the door with a man in his 30’s. He has brown hair, fit, an intelligent face, and I have noticed her chatting to him on and off all night. She’s going out for a smoke with him, I gather, as I see her beg a cigarette from him before they slip into the dark night air. She doesn’t normally smoke, but like I said, sometimes when she’s had a few a different side of her comes out.
I don’t see her again for half an hour or so. All of a sudden, I’m barely present at the party, my mind whirling with excitement and shock. I’m in a bit of denial as well—my head is spinning with the alcohol and clamor of the party. It is hard to even put my head around what my wife had just said to me and put it together with her walking out the door with another man. This can’t actually be happening, can it?
When she slips back into the party with her friend, she gives him a little wave goodbye and makes her way across the crowded room to where I’m standing. She gives me a sassy smile, and I feel her hand reach out for mine and discreetly push a moist wad of fabric into my hand. I don’t have to look to know they are her (drenched) panties, I feel a surge of need and desire. She smiles and says, simply, “I’m ready to head out if you are.”
As soon as we’re alone in the car, Nola kisses me, her breath shallow with need and desire. She is trembling as she takes my hand and slides it slowly down over her body, over her breasts and her hard nipples, which are poking through the thin cotton of her dress. I’m hard as a rock as she then slides my hand under her dress, between her legs so I can feel how wet she is. I can feel his cum still dripping out of her.
I ask her to tell me wha happened. She tells me how they had gone outside together to the side of the house where nobody else was. How she kept meeting his eyes as they both smoked. How she was getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation, standing closer and closer to him, until at one point she had told him she thought he should kiss her. How he had asked about her being married and she had told him that it “wasn’t a problem.” How he had leaned in and had kissed her lips, gently at first, just barely touching his tongue to hers, pressing his body against hers as she felt herself getting breathless, feeling his body next to hers and his cock getting hard against her. How she felt his hands running over the curves of her body, and she had whispered in his ear, urgently, that she wanted him to fuck her, right there, right then.
She tells me how she had rubbed her hand against the bulge of his cock in his pants, kissing him as she unzipped his jeans, taking his hard cock gently in her hands, and telling him again that she wanted to fuck him.
She had gotten on her knees and had taken his cock into her mouth slowly, feeling it swell with hot cum against her soft tongue and tasting his salty precum. He whispered urgently that he needed to fuck her, and she stood up and slowly slid her panties off from under her dress. She turned and faced the wall of the house, leaning against it and pulling her dress up over the curve of her ass, offering her soaked pussy to him.
He had guided his cock inside her wet pussy from behind. “It felt incredible, “ she moans, recalling the moment when he had slid into her. “I told him I wanted him to fuck me. To fuck me and cum inside me.” She came almost as soon as his cock had filled her, and he had exploded inside her a few moments after feeling her spasm around him. She could feel his cock pulse into her, both of them shocked by what had just happened.
She had kissed him and thanked him and then returned to the party to get me with her panties in her hand.
She tells me all this as we’re sitting in the dark in the car, her dress pushed up around her waist and her pussy bare and swollen. I can see how wet she is and his cum dripping from her slit, glazing the insides of her thighs…
And then I slowly slide inside her, my cock rock hard and pulsing with need and desire.
