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Subject: Story Title: A Bad Bad Wife
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"A Bad Bad Wife"
(slut wife)
As we drove towards town, the sun was shining blissfully. Despite the
fact that it was only 10am, it was already hot and the day promised to
be a scorcher. My wife, Leslie, had persuaded me to give up my
Saturday off and take her shopping. I moaned, but knew that when
Leslie had set her mind on something, there was little that was going
to stop her doing what she wanted. I had disappointed her last night,
I knew.
Another fourteen hour day at work had left me exhausted and when I
eventually returned home to find Leslie in a romantic mood, I was way
too tired to do anything about it. That was a shame because my wife is
an extremely attractive woman. At 39 years old she stands nearly 5ft
10 in her stockinged feet and still retains a great body. She works
out regularly at our local gym, and that keeps her 38 24 36 figure in
wonderful shape. Her legs are long and smooth and the whole thing is
set off by a warm, friendly face, framed by short black hair and cut
into a bob. I had wanted to take advantage of her charms this morning,
but by the time I awoke, she was already up and dressed.
I tried to encourage her back to bed with stories of my solid erection
needing her expert attention, but despite grinning at me wickedly and
giving me a quick flash of her boobs as she brushed her hair, she was
not going to indulge me. In fact she had been in a strange mood all
morning. She seemed excited and horny and I couldn't understand why
she was unwilling to fool around with me. Usually, Leslie was very
adventurous and up for virtually anything at the drop of a hat (or
panties!), but despite dressing in a very short skirt and thin blouse,
it was obvious that I was not going to be able to get my hands on her
just yet.
The covered shopping center was refreshingly cool when we entered.
Morning shoppers were wandering about and the crowds were steadily
building. As we walked from shop to shop, I became aware of the
glances that Leslie was attracting. This was nothing new to me. Leslie
has always been a flirty bitch and I know she loves to show off.
Fortunately, I have never been the jealous type and get a lot of
sexual satisfaction from just watching other men (and some women)
watching my wife. I glanced quickly at her large tits as they bounced
while she walked and the image of her flashing them at me this morning
came flooding back to me. I could feel my cock begin to harden once
again as I recalled the large pink nipples poking out towards me as I
lay in bed, almost begging to be kissed and sucked.
We traipsed around shop after shop as Leslie tried on different skirts
and dresses, occasionally opening the changing room door and asking me
for my opinion on how well they fit and how good she looked in them.
The more shops we went to, the sexier the outfits seem to become.
After a few hours I found myself looking at Leslie as she emerged from
a changing room in a figure hugging, red dress. My eyes almost bulged
out of my head when I saw her. The dress was cut very low in the front
and barely concealed the swell of her small breasts. My eyes traveled
downwards and I was treated to a glimpse of her shapely, tanned thigh
through a split in the side of the material that reached almost up to
her hip.
"Wow," I gasped. "You just gotta buy that one!"
"It's a bit expensive," she replied.
"I don't care," I continued, and then in a whisper, "You're making me
hard just looking at you in that!"
Leslie giggled at my comment and turned back towards the cubicle to
change back.
"No. Don't change," I said. "Keep it on and I'll go pay for it. I'm
sure they won't mind bagging up your other clothes so you can wear the
new dress now."
Leslie seemed happy to comply, and after I'd arranged the second
mortgage to pay for it, we both headed for a restaurant for some much
needed refreshment. If she had been attracting glances before, then it
was blatant stares that were directed at her now. All eyes seemed to
be on us as we entered the restaurant on the top level of the shopping
center. We sat at a corner table and the waitress took our order for
coffee. I looked around me and could see a younger guy sitting to our
left by himself. He was blatantly ogling my wife's body and as she sat
down, the split in the side of the dress opened to reveal a large
proportion of her leg. The stranger seemed unable to tear his eyes
away from the view that was now before him. I leaned over the table
and whispered to Leslie.
"Looks like you have an interested audience." I said
"I know. I've seen him, he's nice. Very young and very good looking!"
"Why not let him see a little more?" I continued with a wicked grin.
I could see that the idea appealed to her. Her faced was a little
flushed as her excitement was obviously increasing. She turned and
smiled towards the guy who was still staring at her. Adjusting her
position slightly, the split opened a little more and revealed more of
her leg. Her actions seemed to be having the desired effect on him
because I could see him shift uncomfortably in his seat and try to
hide an obvious erection. I was getting incredibly turned on by all
this, and it was having an effect on Leslie too. Her face was flushed
an even deeper red now and her breathing was becoming shorter and
shorter as she opened her legs slightly to allow the guy a glimpse of
her lacy, black panties.
"Oh god! This is turning me on so much," gasped Leslie, quietly "I've
really got to do something about it!"
Adjusting my growing erection, I moved closer to her and whispered
again. "Well, I think that with only a little encouragement this guy
would just LOVE to fuck your brains out!"
"You think?" Leslie replied. "That would be so cool! And even better
if you could watch us!"
A plan was starting to form in my mind. I instructed Leslie to keep up
her flashing to let the young man know that she was still interested
while I went to inspect the bathrooms. At the rear of the restaurant
there were two, single bathrooms; one male, one female and I let my
self into the men's room. It was a single cubicle, quite spacious, but
the type that only allows one person in at a time. I assumed that the
ladies room would be the same. Taking out my small pen knife, I began
to scrape and cut away at the wall that joined the two rooms together.
The wall was only a very thin plaster, and within a few short minutes
I had been able to carve out a small hole. I peeked through the hole
and was delighted to find that the room next door was in fact
identical to the one I was currently in. By putting my eye up close to
the hole I was able to see almost the entire room. Satisfied with my
efforts, I made my way back to our table.
I explained the plan to my wife. It was very simple, all she had to do
was encourage the young man into the ladies room. I would then follow
into the men's room and watch with interest what developed!! Leslie
had been constantly flashing her panties and legs at the young man who
now looked fit to burst. He was very red in the face and was shifting
positions frequently. Smoothing her skirt down over her knees, Leslie
rose. As she made her way to the bathroom she stopped briefly and
whispered something to the young stranger that I was unable to hear.
She then continued her way to the ladies room and I got up to go to
the men's room. Once inside, I made myself comfortable. With the
toilet lid down, I was able to sit and look through my personal spy
hole. I could see Leslie inside and adjusting her make-up in the
mirror. God, I thought, she looked so sexy! In anticipation, I quickly
loosened my jeans and pulled them, together with my underwear, down to
my ankles. As my hard cock popped out, I couldn't resist giving it a
few quick rubs.
I didn't have long to wait for the action to start. Within a few
seconds there was a knock on the door of the ladies room and Leslie
opened it to admit her potential lover. Once he was safely inside,
Leslie quickly locked the door. I watched her as she turned her back
on the man and faced the back wall, placing her hands out in front of
her for support. They both knew why they were there and it was obvious
that Leslie, for one, was not about to waste any time. She looked back
over her right shoulder and smiled at him as he approached her. Moving
into a position behind her, the young man began grinding the crotch of
his jeans against her bottom as his hands circled around her and
pulled the front of her dress down to reveal her bra.
Roughly he began squeezing her breasts through the bra as Leslie began
to moan softly. After a few seconds of this rough mauling, he gripped
the under wire of the bra and pushed it up and over her boobs. With a
louder groan from Leslie, her large tits sprang free of the garment
and hung invitingly above his hands. He began tweaking her already
stiff and swollen nipples with one hand whilst sliding his other hand
into the split of her dress and rucking it up to her waist. Her
panties now exposed, he let his hand run over her tight butt,
squeezing and massaging the panty covered globes of flesh in a highly
excited fashion.
I was now masturbating my own erection slowly as I watched. After
feeling her ass up for a while, he dropped her tit and used both hands
on her panties. In one swift motion the lacy garment was down around
her ankles and Leslie stepped out of it. His hands now back on her
naked ass, I could see his fingers kneading her flesh lustfully and
digging into the dark crevice. Lower his fingers crept and, with a
deep moan from Leslie, I realised that he had found her pussy. He
frigged her vagina with the fingers of one hand, driving two digits
deeply inside her and using his thumb to play with her sweet, puckered
anus. With his free hand he tugged at the zipper on his jeans and a
few seconds later I saw his huge throbbing penis spring into view. I
was jerking myself faster now as I heard the unmistakable tones of my
wife deep in the throes of orgasm.
As she shook and twitched her way through her climax, the young man
was obviously not going to allow her any time to recover. Roughly
spreading her long legs, he positioned his erect penis at the entrance
to her vagina. With her legs spread thus, I could see that she was
dripping wet and ready for him. With a deep groan, the young man
gritted his teeth and thrust himself all the way into my wife's pussy.
"God, baby," I heard him moan. "Your cunt's so wet. Mmmmmm so
tight.....I'm right up in you now honey...fucking you...aaahhhhhhhh."
My own cock was hard as a rock as I stroked myself in time with his
thrusts. I heard Leslie moan again and gasp loudly as her second
climax gripped her. I could feel my own cum starting to boil up in my
balls as I rubbed my shaft. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much
longer. I had to bite my lip as I came to stop from crying out, the
cum shooting from the tip of my cock and splashing onto the floor of
the men's room between my legs. As I convulsed, I watched the young
man quickly pull out of my wife's sopping bald pussy and jerk himself
off quickly. He had not even taken his jeans off and his cock
protruded obscenely from his open fly. His eyes were tight shut as he
began to climax and I could see Leslie turn her head and look behind
her just in time to see the semen jettison from his cock and land on
her naked butt.
As I cleaned myself off with a tissue and the young man did the same,
I wondered what would happen next. The two lovers now seemed a little
uneasy with each other; not knowing quite what to say. I smiled as I
saw the man grin towards my wife and zip up his jeans. With a friendly
pat on her still naked bottom, he turned and quietly let himself out
of the room.
When Leslie and I were reunited outside, we kissed with a smile. I
took her by the hand and began to quickly lead her back to the parking
lot.
"Why the rush?" she laughed at me.
"Why the rush?," I repeated incredulously. "I want to get you home of
course. Whether you like it or not, I'm gonna fuck you ragged as soon
as we get in the front door!"
"Oh, I like it all right!" she replied with an evil grin. "But why
wait until we get home? There must be several ladies rooms between
here and the parking lot!"
Wow, I thought. What a bad, bad wife I've got!