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Breakfast of Champions
By: shadyponyWhat a beautiful morning. The ki** were off to school, and my husband was in the shower, getting ready for work. What would any slut wife do with her free time? Log on to Erotic Stories, of course. I checked for any new emails, and read a few stories before looking at some new photos that had been posted. I was looking at a girl getting tag teamed by two guys when my husband came up behind me to watch. Ooh, nice! he exclaimed.He put his hands down the front of my zip-up hoodie, and fondled my breasts. I unzipped it all the way, and leaned back in my chair, reaching back to grab him by the waist and pull him closer to me. He pinched and rubbed my nipples between his fingers bringing me into an even more excited state.
It’s been a while since you’ve come home with your nipples roughed up, he said. He was referring to my indiscretions with one of my customers from the bar where I worked.
I would often meet with this Contractor and the way he manipulated my tits seemed to leave tell tale signs for my husband, because he would comment on how chaffed they felt when he put them in his own mouth. He loves to hear stories about what a slut wife I’ve been, and I am allowed to do so, only on the condition that I tell him all about it while we fuck later.
I turned in my chair, and unzipped his pants. Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him, I said, while continuing to reach for his cock and pull it out where I could suck it. Perhaps you should reward him for good behavior, he said. I looked up at him while sliding his cock between my lips, and then took it all the way into my mouth.
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I came up to the head of his cock, and asked him How would you feel knowing that at 10:00 this morning I was sucking his dick while you sit in your office? His eyes took on a happy glare realizing that I was going to take his load, and then another, all in one morning. Do you have a meeting with you’re Contractor this morning? he asked playfully.He pulled my head deep into him, causing his dick to touch the back of my throat. I sucked eagerly bringing my mouth up to his cockhead then down his shaft, feeling him grow harder with every stroke. I sucked his dick, and thought about how I was going to have another one right where his was now in less than an hour. My guy started to reach his climax, and asked, How do you think he is going to feel licking my cum off of your tits? Then he put his hand on his cock, and I felt him start to shoot his load into my mouth.
At that moment he pulled back, spraying my chin and tits with his sweet load.
I licked the area under my lip, retrieving his jism and savoring its wonderful taste. When I looked down, I could see his seed dripping off of the end of one of my nipples, and I thought immediately of my next load, and having a second coating put on that very spot.
My husband looked at the clock, and declared that he was running late. Shit, I’ve got to go. He kissed my cum covered lips, and wished me well on my afternoon liaison. I logged off of the computer, and went into the bathroom to put on my makeup. I washed my face,and studied the dried flakes on my nipple, and couldn’t really go through with leaving the entire load there, so I took a warm washcloth and ran it over them, leaving just a trace of my earlier reward. wife slut threesome stories
It was 9:54 as I rode the elevator to the 4th floor of the apartment building.
I was met at the door by my friend, and we made pleasantries for about 5 minutes, before I started kissing him and pulling at his pants, trying to get them off. It was only an hour ago since I had my husband’s dick in my mouth, and I was excited at the thought of following it up with this guy’s cock. I felt like a hussy, and I liked it. After removing his pants altogether, he sat naked on a wooden chair in the room. I sank to my knees, reliving the thought of this very position from earlier this morning. I hoped that my knees would show their wear later this evening when I paired up with my husband. He would really know what a little slut I had been today. I took off my top and bra with the hopes of another splattering on my tits.
His cock was erect, and waiting for my eager mouth. I coyly toyed with the tip, swirling my tongue around the rim of his cockhead, then licking the under shaft before opening my mouth to take him in all the way to the base. He moaned with delight, looking down at me as I worked his dick up and down, sucking at the head as it passed through my lips. He grew harder, and I began to move faster up and down the length of his shaft. I continued this motion for a while, feeling him build up, and then calm down. Soon he put a hand down to stroke his own member. I rode along with him, staying in perfect movement and taking his head in my mouth, chasing his hand up and down the shaft.
I love to experience a guy stroking himself, since all men have a different rhythm and areas that they like stimulated, and this guy liked it up near the end. I stayed with him as he grew closer to coming, and imagined what it would be like to come home tonight with a new load on my tits, this time offering them to my husband while telling him about my dirty misdeeds this morning.
Suddenly my mouth was filling with cum.
My second load of the day and I loved it. I savored his hot liquid as I swallowed it down, imagining how it would land on top of the previous quantity that lay in my stomach. I smiled mischievously at my own secret thoughts, and rose to kiss him, and then dress. It was time to go to work, and just the fact of stopping bye for a morning blowjob made me feel badly behaved.
I could hardly wait for my day to end, so I could be reunited with my husband and share the details of my naughty deed. When I got home, he was sipping a glass of whisky, sitting quietly on the couch. The house was empty, I guess the ki** were out, so I grabbed myself a cocktail and sat beside him. We met with a kiss, and he looked at me with interest. So? How was your day? he asked.
I kissed him again, and told him that I had been naughty. How so? he inquired, and I began to tell him how I met with the Contractor, and how I bared my tits, asking for a load but wound up with another belly full of cum.
As I spoke, regaling him with this morning’s events, he had his hand inside my shirt, and pinched and twisted my nipples as I talked. Ooh, baby, that feels good, I said as I lifted my shirt over my head. He sucked on my erect nipples, as I kept on talking. I told him about being on my knees, riding his cock with my lips, eagerly awaiting the batch of cum that would follow his own.
I put my hand on his pants, and felt his hard on inside.
Lets go to the bedroom, I said. We went to our bed, and I laid back on top of the sheets, undoing my pants. He quickly undressed, and climbed on top of me to kiss my well-worn lips, and suckle my tits. I took his cock, and led it to my hungry pussy. Fuck me, baby. I want you inside me. I looked into his eyes imploring him to give it to me, and he said, Not like this. Turn over so I can fuck you from behind. I want to fuck you like the little slut that you are.
This gave me a shudder of excitement, and I submitted, getting up on all fours, offering my now quivering pussy to the man that I love. He approached me on his knees, and gave me a loud SLAP on my ass cheek. It burned delightfully as he entered me from behind. You’ve been naughty today, haven’t you? He gave me another slap on top of the other, and I squealed with the pleasure and pain that it brought. Oh, fuck, yes. I’ve been very bad. I said through the thrusts he was delivering into my eager cunt.
He continued to fuck me, and I leaned forward, my breasts resting lightly on the sheets.
I grabbed a handful of them, stretching forward, using the sheets to hold me in place, as he relentlessly pounded me from behind. Fuck, fuck me. Oh yes, baby, I’m coming. Fuck!! I shouted as wave after wave came over me. He stiffened behind me and shot his hot load deep inside my shuddering cunt.
We lay beside each other on the bed; both exhausted, and extremely satisfied. He kissed me, and we laid in silence both recounting the events of the day in our minds. I smiled, and thanked the good Lord for this wonderful man. Life was good.
