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Kristi Goes Mexican - 1 (MMF, wife)
Anon NixPixer (c) 1994

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     My husband, Phillip, and I have a very active and wide 
ranging interest in sexual affairs.  Ours is a marriage
bonded on mutual love, respect and lust!  I am a shameless
exhibitionist.  Phillip is an avid voyeur.  Together we have
had hundreds of exciting and in many cases, breathtaking
experiences.  Last week, however, I think we crossed over the
last barrier to total freedom of exercise in regards to
sexual activities.
     I will admit that when the subject of opening our
marriage to new experiences first arose, I was not a great
fan of the idea.  I've had my share of lovers, both long term
and one nighters, and when I married my husband, I was
prepared to live and love exclusively within the bounds of
holy matrimony.  This was a difficult decision for me.  I am
a very active woman, one who enjoys the passions of sexual
escapades, and finds great pleasure in men, all men, all
sizes, all colors, all backgrounds.  I have even been known
to enjoy women from time to time, but more about that another
time.
     As I was saying, last week, Phillip started a
conversation at breakfast, concerning our weekend activities.
     "You know what, Kristi?  I'd sure like to watch you
dance naked at a topless bar."
     "We've done that, sweetie," I reminded him.
     "I know, but it's been over a year since that time, and
you know how it excited me when you did it!"
     Yes, I remember how excited he was.  And me, too!  That
was the night we went to a private club after the bar closed,
and I performed live sex acts for the paying customers.
Every one thought I was a hooker, and I certainly did act
like one that night.  I fucked or sucked a dozen guys before
the sun came up, each one thinking he was the best of the
lot.  A good woman is also a good actress!  Some were very
good, others, well, others did their best.  But the fact is
that night was a biggie for me and Phillip.  He watched his
pretty redheaded bride have sexual intercourse with 12 men,
then spent the next morning in bed sucking my cunt clean of
the residue from the night before.
     "Besides," he continued, "you had a pretty good time,
yourself.  I don't recall you complaining about all the dick
you got that night."
     "Yeah, but my pussy was sore for a week after that,
remember?"
     "What's a little discomfort in the name of sex?"
     "That's easy for you to say.  All you do is watch and
have a good time.  I'm the one who does all the work.  Why is
that?"
     "Because, my little cupcake, I'm the one who thinks up
all the good ideas.  I like this arrangement.  I think up the
plots, and you fuck them out.  I can't think of a more
equitable relationship."
     "Well, I can.  How about I think them up, and you act
them out?"
     "Sure, darling.  Whatever you think.  I'll leave the
next weekend up to you."
     I knew he wasn't serious.  He was humoring me, trying to
get me to admit that he's the brains of the outfit.  Well, he
was barking up the wrong tree this time.  I have as wicked a
mind as any man does, and when it comes to sexual fantasies,
I take a back seat to no one!
     "Great!  I'll take that deal.  But you have to agree to
do whatever I tell you to do.  For one full weekend.  Deal?"
     I had his attention now.  Phillip doesn't make deals
without first considering all the aspects.  He prides himself
on following through on anything he says.  I knew if he gave
me his word on this, his ass was mine starting Friday night.
He still hadn't answered me.  I knew I was in danger of his
not agreeing.  I knew what I had to do.
     "You know, baby," I began, "I really am hot today.  I
don't know if I can wait two more days to have my pussy
fucked and sucked by a roomful of strange men.  You may have
to find someone tonight to hold me over."  I let my housecoat
fall open, as if to accent what I was saying.  Phillip
watched as my 36D breasts rose and fell on my chest.  He saw
the nipples he loved to suck get hard, as my hand went to my
pussy, stroking away at the clit, making me wet right in
front of him.  He watched in silence as I masturbated, as I
opened my long slender legs and worked my middle finger in
and out of my closely shaved cunt.
     "All this talk about me being in charge has made me so
hot!"  I was really getting worked up.  But not because of my
finger fucking my pussy, but because of the secret fantasies
I was going over in my head.  If Phillip agreed to this week
end's party, I was going to enjoy it as much as he did.
Maybe more!  "Can we do it, sweet balls?"
     My legs were straight out from me, my fingers stroking
my now very wet cunt.  I wanted to come, but not before I had
extracted the promise of the weekend from Phillip.  I was
close to the edge.  I slowed down, looked him in the eyes and
begged one more time.  "Please?  Give me your word on this.
I'll make you very happy.  Please?"
     "Oh, what the hell.  How bad can you screw up?  Sure,
you got it.  Now, let me watch you cum."
     I didn't need to be asked twice.  My right hand was
buried in my cunt, pumping as fast as I could.  Phillip got
up and walked around the breakfast table.  He reached down to
my left nipple and pulled it away from my breast.  He knew
what he was doing!  As he pulled and twisted the hard little
end of my breast, I felt the dam breaking inside my pussy!  I
was coming, and nothing would stop me now.  Phillip's cock
was suddenly rubbing against my cheek.  I turned my head to
accept it into my mouth.  As his dick sunk into my face, my
pussy started to erupt.  Damn!  As orgasms waved over me, as
the self-satisfied feeling of a cum well done settled over
my entire body, I turned my full attention to his cock which
had by now slithered down my throat.  He tasted magnificent.
I knew that he wanted his cum, and I was more than willing to
give him what he needed.  As I continued to suck him off, a
movement caught my eye.  It was Juan, our gardner.
     Juan was walking past the veranda and had stopped at the
sight of Phillip getting his cock sucked.  I realized the
gardner was watching, but my husband did not.  I casually
pulled my robe back completely, allowing the man who tended
our lawn to get a full view of my naked body.  At the same
time, I started to put a little pressure on Phillip's ass to
move him more directly into Hernandez's line of vision.  When
I had finished my maneuvers, the Mexican could see clearly
what I was doing.  He now had a full frontal view of
Phillip's prick sliding in and out of my mouth, while being
able to see my naked body as I began again to diddle my cunt,
this time for his benefit.
     Knowing that someone was watching what I was doing made
me hotter than the first time I'd done it only for Phillip.
I came quickly this second time, too quickly for my needs.  I
wanted the gardner to see it all, to see me shudder in
climax, to watch me suck Phillip's cock into my mouth, to
watch as I sucked the cum out of the master of the house's
hard dick.  Phillip had other plans.  He stole the hard cock
from me, and without a word, lifted me out of my chair and
onto the table.  My ass was on the edge, in fact, it was
centered right where I'd just finished breakfast.  Phillip
gently pushed me back on the table, moving the cups and
plates away from me so I could lay flat.
     Once I was lowered into this position, Phillip did what
he always does when lust overtakes us.  He surprised me!!
Reaching past my naked body, he dipped his entire hand in the
grape jam jar, scooped up a handful of purple jam, and
smeared it all over my pussy and then, as an afterthought,
wiped his hands on my tits.  I was shocked at this turn of
events.  One minute I was seducing my husband, in return for
his allowing me to dominate the next weekend's festivities,
and the next I was laying flat on my back, on the kitchen
table, grape jam smeared all over my pussy, and a man who
can't even speak English was standing just outside the door
watching the whole event!  I was mortified, but what could I
do?  Phillip wasn't about to stop.  I realized that when he
bent over and put his mouth over my cunt and began licking
the jam off my pussy hairs, and out of my quim.
     Meanwhile, Juan didn't move.  He must have been
wondering about the strange Gringo's behavior, but probably
his foremost thought was, "How can I get some of that pussy?"
Well, don't worry, Juan, when this is all over, and Phillip's
gone to his office, I'll still need some cock, and son,
your's looks good from here.  I'd never fucked him, but then,
the opportunity had never come up.  I'd fucked all the other
gardeners Phillip had hired, and in time, I'd have probably
gotten around to Juan.  But this morning's observation of my
getting screwed on the patio deck was all the excuse I'd need
for moving Juan to the top of my list.
     All the while I was thinking about the Mexican's cock,
Phillip had his mouth covering my pussy, and his tongue was
making short work out of the grape jam.  I felt myself
starting to build toward the ultimate climax.  I always come
hardest whenever a stranger is watching me.  Phillip took his
mouth away from my cunt!  I wiggled my ass at him.  No!  I
want more.  Don't stop.  Suck me!!!
     I needn't have worried.  Phillip had no intention of
making me wait.  His tongue was replaced by his dick!  He was
super hard.  The very cock that had seconds ago been pumping
away inside my head, was now ramming my cunt for all it was
worth!  And it was worth plenty right then.  As soon as his
dick made contact with my pussy, pushing aside my outer lips
and forcing its way deep inside my hot cunt, I knew I was
going to climax hard!  It seems like only seconds after he
shoved his way into my private love box, that I started to
climax on Phillip's cock.  And in that same instant, I felt
my husband's come flowing into me, spurt after urgent spurt.
     We don't often come at the same time.  Even after these
many years of marriage, our timing is not always perfect.
But that morning it was.  That morning, I came just as his
cock was spitting out the evidence of my pussy's tightness.
He came like a man who'd been in prison for ten years.  And
to think, only the night before I'd fucked him to within an
inch of his life.  Now here he was, shooting come into me
like an eighteen year old boy.  And I enjoyed every spurt!
     After he finished using my body like he'd use a whores,
I got off the table, and walked weakly toward the door
leading into the kitchen.  I still had my robe on, but it was
covered with grape jam.  In fact, so was I.  There was grape
jam everywhere on my body.  Everywhere, of course, except in
my pussy.  Phillip had seen to that.  The only sweet stuff in
my cunt was the load Phillip had just dropped off!  As I
started to leave the breakfast area, Phillip called after me.
     "Kristi, be careful of what you do today.  And stay out
of the yard.  I don't think Juan could handle anything else
right now."
     I couldn't have been more surprised by that.  Not only
had the gardner seen everything I had, not only had he seen
my husband using me like a two-bit slut, but Phillip had
known all along that the man had been watching.  And still he
allowed me to act like a cheap whore in front of the hired
help.  He'd deliberately treated me like a common cunt, for
the amusement of another man!  No wonder I love him so!
     As I walked up the stairs to my bath, only one thought
kept going through my mind.  Wait till Friday night, you 
cocky bastard.  Just you wait!

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