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By *abbing OP Man
over a year ago
Belfast |
Friday evening soon came around – I could feel the nerves building. My husband and I opened a bottle of wine, to help us relax and before long were reaching for a second bottle – I'm not quite sure why I felt so nervous…..we’d already had a threesome and I’d already been with Dan and Jack…..maybe I was worried about my husband watching this time, maybe it felt extra taboo given what happened at Kates hen – what ever the reason a few glasses of wine later the nerves were subsiding and being replaced by hornyness once again as I waited for Dan and Jack to arrive.
I wanted to look my best so spent a long time getting ready – I tied my hair up tight, put on lots of eye shadow and put on the outfit my husband had laid out – I looked half slutty wife, half sassy eastern European hooker!
I went to my underwear drawer and got the jeweled butt plug I’d worn previously, coated it in lube and slipped it into my ass.
I made my way down stairs stood in the doorway in front of my husband and said “well, what you think?”
“wow - You look fucking amazing” he replied as he looked me up and down.
Normally I’d had felt awkward and self conscious walking round the house in nothing but stockings, heels and a garter – my shaven bare pussy, and hardening nipples exposed…..but I didn’t care at all, maybe it was the fact I’d had a few drinks, maybe it was the hornyeness and anticipation of waiting to get fucked by 2 hung studs, but I was quite enjoying strutting round the house, playing the slutty wife.
My mind jumped back to Kates hen, when we’d come back from the pub and I’d watched the girls run across the patio to the hot tub in just their underwear – I remember looking down my nose at them thinking they were brazen hussies – how times change!
If you’d told me then that a few months later I’d be standing more or less naked in my lounge waiting for 2 strippers to arrive to fuck me in front of my husband I have said you had lost your mind – its funny what can suddenly seem ‘normal’!
Moments later the door bell rang – I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, my face getting flushed as I knew that Dan and Jack had arrived.
My husband, walked over to me, gave me a long, lingering, passionate kiss
“you gona let our guests in then?” he asked
“What, dressed like this?” I asked in a slightly shocked tone – “What if one of the neighbors are walking past?”
“now now – you’re supposed to be doing as you’re told” he replied
“off you go, don’t be keeping our guests waiting any longer”
I took a deep breath, partly nervous about being seen by a passer-by answering my front door dressed like a prostitute, partly pumped up at the riskiness of it!
I composed myself, picked up a sassy feather boa I had found from an old fancy dress outfit and draped it around my neck as I made my way to the door.
“Hi boys” I said seductively as I opened the door
Dan and Jack stood there for a moment wide eyed, even Dan who usually wasn’t short on something to say was momentary speechless
“fucking hell love you look amazing!” Dan said
It appeared my husbands outfit choice was having the desire effect
“come on in boys” I said
I walked ahead of Dan and Jack down the hall towards the living room where my husband was waiting……as I walked I let the feather boa slip from my neck onto the floor
“woops – clumsy me” I said, as I slowly bent all the way over to pick it up, revealing the jewelled butt plug in my ass and my already damp pussy lips to guys standing behind me.
“fucking hell….I think we’re in for a fun evening mate” Dan said winking at Jack
I walked ahead of them into the lounge and threw the feather boa to the side, so I was stood there in my bridal hold ups, heels and the garter my husband had taken off me with he teeth the night of our wedding
“Guys, this is my husband Simon” I said
My husband stood up, greeted them and shook their hands
“You’re a very lucky guy mate, your wife looks fucking stunning” Dan said
I felt an immediate tingle in my pussy – I couldn’t believe Dan, the hung, ripped stripper who’d given me the best fuck of my life thought I was stunning, and not only some slut at a hen party who was just another notch on his extensive bedpost.
Maybe he was just being polite, but I decided not to over think it and just take the compliment!
“can I get you a drink guys” my husband asked
“I’ll have a beer if you have one” Dan replied
“Me too mate” Jack added
“Honey – can you help our guests get comfortable and I’ll be right back with the drinks” my husband said as he made his way to the kitchen
I could feel my heart thumping with nerves and excitement – part of me unable to quite believe what was happening.
I slowly walked towards Dan and Jack, reached out both my hands and grabbed the substantial bulges in the front of the jeans, their thick meaty cocks already growing hard as they looked me up and down.
I began to slowly and seductively kiss Dan – all the while holding onto his and Jacks crotches, gently rubbing the front of their jeans
After a few moments I turned to Jack and began, slowly kissing him – It was only then I realised I hadnt actually kissed Jack before – a guy who had fucked me senseless and came all over me, but we hadn’t even kissed!
As our tongues met in an increasingly passionate kiss, I felt Dans fingers beginning to caress my already throbbing clit – I gave a loud involuntary moan as I continued to kiss Jack - I was already craving their cocks.
My husband came back in – set the drinks next to the guys and sat down. I looked around to see if he was okay, just in case the sight of his naked wife kissing and feeling up two strangers was too much, but he sat back in the couch – saying carry on honey don’t let me interrupt
I instinctively dropped to my knees and began unbuttoning their jeans……
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