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"45 Year-Old Slut"
Some people think that, when you get past the age of 40, your sex life
slows down. Well, that was certainly not the case with Leslie and me.
My wife has always been an outrageous flirt, but until just after her
45th birthday, I didn't really know how far she'd go - boy, did I ever
find out!
"You really want me to do that?" asked my wife, Leslie.
"Oh, god, honey, you'll never know how much. I've wanted it for such a
long time, I think since the first day we met, but I've never had the
courage to ask either you or Steve before now! What do you say? Will
you do it?"
The question I'd just asked my wife, shortly after her 45th birthday
party, seemed so strange even as it came out. Steve was one of my best
friends and I'd wanted him to make love to Leslie for as long as I
could remember. I had finally been able to bring the subject up after
a game of squash a few nights ago. Steve and I had just hit the
showers after a particularly grueling game and were chatting idly. The
subject turned to sex, and I found myself relating to my friend the
sex session that Leslie and I had enjoyed the previous night.
"She's still a little tramp in the sack," I said. "She'll do just
about anything, man. I fucked her ragged for about an hour last night
and I reckon she must have had at least three big orgasms in that
time! When I thought I was finally about to get some sleep, she
started begging me to do her in the ass!"
"Shit! What did you do Bob?"
"What could I do? You know Leslie, she usually gets what she wants!" I
laughed as I continued to soap my body. As the water washed the soap
out of my shut eyes, I opened them and looked at Steve. My friend had
never been a small guy in the downstairs department, but as I looked,
I was shocked to see his long, thick cock slowly rising to attention.
Steve noticed my gaze and became instantly embarrassed.
"Shit, sorry Bob," he said, trying to hide his erection as he spoke.
"I haven't got laid for weeks, and you talking about Leslie like
that... well...damn! Sorry, man!"
I half smiled and half laughed as I tried to put my friend at his
ease.
"That's cool, Steve. I just never knew you thought of Leslie that
way!"
"Oh, come on. Your wife is one HOT lady, you know! For a moment we
both fell silent. I knew that I should pose the ultimate question now,
or I would never do it - I just needed the courage to form the words.
"Well, Steve," I said, taking a deep breath, "how would you like to
break that streak of bad luck?"
Steve looked more than a little confused. "Oh course I would," he
replied, "But it's not for the want of trying, you know. How do you
think you can help?"
"If I could get Leslie to agree, how would you like to fuck her?"
Steve looked at me open mouthed. I thought for a moment that I had
tested our friendship too far; what if he thought that I was too
weird? Had I said too much?
"Fuck, man. Would I!" he replied after a second. "But do you think
she'll go for it? And are YOU sure about all this?"
I smiled at my friend. "Well, there's only one way to find out, I'll
ask her!"
So, that was half the problem sorted out. Now I found myself alone
with my wife and confiding my innermost desires to her as well.
"Hmmm, I don't know about this, honey." she replied to my last
question. "Steve is a good looking man, and all, but what about us?
What about our relationship? I wouldn't want that to suffer."
I started to explain more about my feelings to Leslie. I tried to tell
her that this was what I wanted more than anything else. I talked
about Steve, telling her about our previous conversation and
mentioning that he was indeed a well endowed fellow. As Leslie heard
that latter part of my diatribe, her eyes lit up a little and I could
see a fleeting look of lust on her face. All this talk was turning her
on as well!
"Okay," she finally said, "if its what you want, then I'll do it! But
you have to do something for me now."
I was elated. "Sure, babe, anything you want. Just name it!"
"You got to tell me how bad I am for wanting your friend to fuck me!"
I smiled at my wife. This was a favorite of hers. One of the many
things that got her hot and horny was for me to call her names and
tell her how nasty and dirty she was. This was something that I had no
problem with at all. Although it was the middle of the afternoon, we
were both feeling horny and I had a good idea where this would lead.
Leslie was kneeling on our big double bed with me standing above her.
I looked down at her and she lowered her head, a demure smile just
visible on her pretty lips.
"So, you like the idea of fucking my best friend, do you?" I said in a
stern voice, getting into character. She kept her head bowed, a barely
discernable nod was her only reply.
"You like the thought of his big cock being thrust into you, you
little slut?"
Again a nod of the head and a whispered "yes".
"You're such a tramp!," I almost shouted at her, "Nothing more than a
married whore! Look up at me you fucking slut!" Leslie obeyed my
instructions instinctively. We both loved this game. As I saw her
pretty face rise, the look of pure animal excitement was obvious. Her
eyes smoldered with lust as I drew down the zipper of my jeans and
freed my aching cock.
"Suck it you little whore, suck your Daddy's cock!"
The rest of the afternoon flashed by. Leslie sucked me to orgasm and I
returned the favor, spreading her long legs and ripping her little
cotton panties off before pressing my lips firmly against her stiff,
protruding clit and bringing her to a crashing climax. We fucked twice
more we me firing yet another load of hot cum over her large breasts.
We ended up both exhausted, but still more than a little excited by
the thought of our recently formed plans. While Leslie went to make us
something to eat, I used the bedroom phone to call Steve. I just
couldn't wait any longer!
"Hi Steve," I said lighting up a Winston and exhaling a lungful of
smoke into the air, "Bob here. Yes, I asked her...Yes, honestly, she's
cool about it...when? Um, well, what about tonight? You
busy?...Great!...No, seriously, she wants to go for
it...okay...okay...fine, 7pm then... see you then, Steve."
I replaced the receiver and smiled to myself. At last, I though
excitedly...at long last!
Leslie was a little surprised at first that it was going to happen so
fast, and I half wondered if she would back out. But all I had to do
was to call her a "nasty whore" again and remind her of the size of
Steve's prick and the look of lust returned to her face once more.
Steve arrived early and full of enthusiasm. We all sat in the lounge
and shared a bottle of red wine while we exchanged small talk and
pleasantries. Half an hour had passed before Leslie spoke. I had been
watching her since Steve had arrived. She was finding it difficult to
hide her excitement; crossing and uncrossing her long, stocking clad
legs and generally not being able to sit still for more than a few
seconds at a time.
"Look, guys," she finally said, rising from her arm chair, "We all
know why we're here, so how about we get something going? Steve," she
looked directly at my friend, "I'd love to see this penis that Bob has
told me so much about!"
Steve flushed red for a brief moment, and smiled. Once he saw that
Leslie was absolutely serious, however, he quickly unzipped his fly
and hauled out his big dick. I watched Leslie's eyes light up as they
fell to my friend's member. She licked her lips and immediately fell
to her knees in front of him. Her long slender fingers wrapped
seductively around his hard shaft as she began to play with his cock
and balls. Steve sighed deeply as she began to work his foreskin up
and over his large bulbous cock head and then slide all the way down
again to the base. Tickling his balls briefly and grasping the shaft,
she parted her lusciously painted lips and, forming an "O", she took
the mushroom shaped head into her hot, wet mouth. As she began to suck
hungrily on his dick, I started my verbal barrage once again.
"Suck him you little whore" I cried as I massaged my own solid
erection through my pants. "Take his big cock in your hot little
mouth. Feel the size of him. Go on, lick the shaft, roll your tongue
around his glans like the slut you are!"
My wife was sucking on Steve's cock for all she was worth. She was
kneeling in front of him with her ass in the air. The sight was too
much for me and I quickly joined her on the floor, kneeling at her
swaying bottom. Steve was moaning and groaning deeply as I lifted
Leslie's skirt and flipped it onto her back. She had changed her
panties from earlier and now wore a pair of sexy, lace thongs that
revealed the smooth, creamy flesh of her buttocks. I pulled the single
string that ran between her cheeks to one side and deftly thrust two
fingers deep into her pussy. She was soaking wet down there and my
fingers slipped in and out with ease as I began to finger fuck her
hard and fast.
The harder I fingered her wet, cunt, the deeper she swallowed Steve's
big cock. I wanted to see what was happening and, looking over my
wife's back, I was just in time to see my friends penis disappear
right down to the balls in Leslie's throat. She gagged slightly as
Steve began to cum, but then adjusted the angle of her head slightly
and allowed his emission to pour into her sweet, hot mouth. Steve had
his eyes tight shut as he climaxed, but I could clearly see the
obscene outline of his huge organ as it spasmed inside my wife's
mouth. As Leslie slid back to allow his still hard cock to drop from
her lips, her lipstick glistened with his seed and I could see some of
the residue drip onto her chin.
Leslie was still gasping loudly as I thrust my fingers in and out of
her wet snatch. Steve joined me in helping her to lay down on her back
and then assisted me in removing most of her clothes. The skirt was
first. I quickly unbuttoned it and Steve pulled it from her waist and
down her legs. Then came her white silk blouse. We took one side each
and tore it apart; the buttons popping and flying through the air as
Leslie squealed her encouragement at us. The bra and thong quickly
followed in the same hurried fashion and Steve and I knelt back to
admire the semi naked woman on the floor between us. Dressed only in
her dark stockings and garter belt and with Steve's cum still
streaking her lips, Leslie did indeed look like a complete slut and
both Steve and I told her so. Hearing our words, she wriggled her butt
on the carpet and pouted at us. She looked desperate for more
attention and we were both pleased to provide it!
Steve was our guest (and the whole point of the evening) so I decided
that he should go first. I was amazed that his cock was still so hard
and it throbbed out from his body, slapping against his belly. My own
erection was painfully hard as well and I unzipped and released myself
quickly. While my friend positioned himself between my wife's
outstretched legs and prepared to enter her, I began to roll my hard
glans around Leslie's stiff left nipple. Steve and I were still
calling Leslie all the names under the sun, telling her she was a
dirty little bitch, a slut and a whore. She lapped up the insults, her
breathing coming in ragged short gasps, and as Steve eased his huge
length into her open pussy, she screamed out in the throes of orgasm.
It seemed to take ages for her climax to finish, helped along my me
pinching and tugging on the hard buds of her nipples.
Steve was not going to allow her to come down, either. As one orgasm
led into another, he pounded his tool deep into her hot pussy,
grunting his pleasure and telling her what a hot, wet cunt she had and
how he intended to fill it with his cum. I watched the scene with a
sense of awed fascination mixed with pure pride as my best friend
lunged forward sharply and buried himself right up my wife's pussy
with a shout of joy. As he came, he continued to hammer his tool in
and out of her, causing the thick white liquid to ooze sexily from the
sides of her pussy and run down the crack of her ass.
Gasping for air, Steve finally pulled out of her and sat back
breathing hard.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "Leslie, you sure are a great fuck! Only the
nastiest sluts can take my meat so well."
"You better believe she's a hot bitch," I said, not giving Leslie a
chance to reply for herself. "And she's not finished yet! She's still
got me to cum yet!"
Replacing Steve between her spread legs, I looked down at my wife's
vagina. The hole was open and dilated, thick white cum seeping from
the inside and dripping down to splash lewdly on the carpet under her.
My dream had come true, and I wanted to celebrate this occasion by
sticking my cock deep into her pussy amid the swirling liquid so
recently deposited by my friend. His large organ had left her so open
and wide that I hardly felt myself touch the sides of her cunt. I
could hear a squishing noise as my own cock slithered up inside her.
As I began to ram my erection into Leslie's pussy, I watched my slut
turn her head sideways and lick Steve's soft cock clean of their
combined juices. I squeezed her buttocks together as I fucked her
harder and harder, my cock flying in and out at a lightening speed. I
kept watching as she hungrily lapped all the fluid from my friends
cock, the sight bringing me closer and closer to my own climax.
Just as I thought I was about to pass out from the excitement, my
balls and cock twitched wildly and I shot a huge stream of cum into my
wife's pussy. I wanted the tramp to see it happen, so pulling out
quickly I joined Steve at her head and ran my greasy, spasming cock
over her face and lips. She took it all with eager excitement and once
again her whole body shuddered into another crashing orgasm.
Steve stayed over the whole night, that first time. We both fucked my
wife several times during the course of a sleepless night and in every
position we could think of.
Since that time, Steve has become a regular visitor to our house and
we all but share the charms of our slut Leslie. Whenever she and I run
out of new ideas, Steve usually manages to think up something for us
all to do. This weekend we are taking her to the shopping mall. Steve
has insisted that she shaves her pussy and puts on no underwear.
Whenever we say the word "slut", she has to flash her pussy at the
nearest man or woman. I can't wait to see their faces when they get an
eyeful of Leslie's clean cunt! What a great life we have!