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Back to the Stud
My husband Mike happened to mention one day about the thrill many
husbands get from watching their wives being fucked by other men. He
wasn't sure how he'd feel, though he would only be threatened if there
was any emotion on my side. He said as long as it was animal lust -
'fucking for fucking's sake' - it would be fine.
Then, the very next day, driving home in the rush hour, with me
slightly merry, there was this professional-type cyclist we kept
passing on clear runs and kept passing us on congested stretches.
Now, I should have told you I love muscular men's legs, and this
cyclist was magnificent. He had all nice blond hairs on his legs, too,
and this magnificent mane of blond hair did his cause no harm at all!
I kept looking at him and hubby noticed. I was tiddly and smiled and
giggled. Thew was a "dialogue" with this long-legged cyclist.
I used Mike's words: "I could fuck him for fucking's sake." He said:
"Why don't you?"
Next time we passed him, I politely asked him where he was heading.
"Training," he said in a foreign accent and then he said something
about doing so many kilometres a day. His English was excellent, but
with an accent. I then noticed he was handsome - tanned with large
blue eyes. I mentioned that he could come over to our place for a
drink and a rest if he wanted. He agreed, saying it would fit in with
his routine once he'd been told how far away our place was.
We got there ten minutes before him - time enough for me to tart
myself up for him. 'I want to be beautiful for him,' I told hubby.
So much make-up, so much lipstick, not one of my dark hairs out of
place. Perfume, too, and-of course, my six-inch high heels which
people say show off my long legs.I did look a tart.
When the foreign stud arrived, he knew his role. He was Dutch, and
with most alarming frankness asked if I fancied him. I admitted it, so
while hubby was pouring out a long, cold drink we were locked together
in a lovely open-mouthed kiss and I felt this sweet tongue dancing in
my mouth. Between hot kisses, I admitted I loved his legs and, in a
typical matter-of-fact manner, he suggested I kiss and lick his legs
all the way from his knees up!
In his strong grasp I said: "I'd love doing that," and was amazed at
hearing myself continue: "All the way up means I'd be licking your
arse."
So when my hubby entered the room, he was standing there as I knelt
behind him with his lovely arse cheeks spread and my face sweetly
stuck between his arse, my hot tongue running all over it. It felt so
good. Never had I done this before and I didn't want to stop.
Obviously he'd lowered his shorts, so when he turned around, I was
confronted by this huge dick. I just snapped my lips around that
swollen knob. I knew it was far bigger than my husband's, but was
pleased to hear him saying that.
But after I had intimately tasted him, I slowly stripped in front of
him, He did the same. We looked at each other with lust-filled eyes as
we prepared to fuck, I was wet just looking at his raw physique, He
was what I'd simply call "magnificent", and I wanted his cock right up
my aching cunt. And, in a perverse way, I wanted my husband to watch
me being so beautifully fucked by this blond god.
Once more I knelt in from of him and sucked his sweet cock. I had my
eyes trained on hubby as I performed the slurp on this Dutch dong. My
cunt ached, so when I walked to the settee and turned my back to the
stud, it was no snub. I presented my arse for his inspection, my arms
resting on the back of the settee.
Instinctively, he returned the compliment and gave me a right
devastating arse lick - so disgustingly crude - and then just suddenly
shoved his Dutch dick in. I turned around to see hubby's right arm
moving - his fist was concealed by the table - and I felt a hard dick
ramming and jamming me. I came off there and then, and then let him
turn me around. Now his strong arms separated my legs and his hard
body came on to me. His cock once more found a welcome home. My legs
wrapped around his back as he moved up and down .
I knew my stud friend couldn't take much more, so when we disengaged,
I sat on the settee with his cock hovering menacingly by my face, I
got my mouth round it. Only a dozen or so hard and violent shakes of
the head and the blond came off in my mouth. His come was so creamy,
rich and tasty - like foreign food. And he was foreign.
Finally, he disengaged, and it was into the kitchen for some food. As
he stood, once more my lust for his arse manifested itself. I knelt
behind his beautiful legs and licked and kissed his shapely bum crack
- my hot, evil tongue wriggling around it. Oh, I really loved it, and
hubby was fondling himself unconcealed.
We ate, then that foreign erection once more found its mark - another
hour of good shafting, sucking and arse-licking. I even came off on
his slippery tongue before, once more, he gave me another mouthful of
his Continental cream.
He belonged to a Dutch cycling club whose members make regular visits
here. He's given me the name and address of his club so I can get in
touch with other muscular cyclists.
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