Write a story about my wife

I've put some background about me and my wife on another thread, and I'd really like it of one of you filthy-minded perverts could take what I've said and fill in some of the blanks for me. She's starting to open up about her past and I'd like you to tell me you were there and what you did to her. My other thread's here: https://www.cuckoldplace.com/2_71767_1.html so let your imaginations run wild.

Make her as innocent or as dirty as you want. Thanks guys (and girls!)
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Just another quick appeal to the perverts out there - if any of you feel liek writing a filthy story about my possibly not so innocent wife, I'd love to read it. She's going out tonight, so let your (and my) imagination go to town...!
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To provide you with some inspiration, maybe I'll give you a story of my own...

I'd been thinking about explaining cuckolding to her for a while, and one night while we were fooling around I told her she should really glam herself up the next time she goes out with the girls. I explained I like it when she dresses up a little bit slutty and goes out without me; that I like to imagine all the other guys checking you out while I'm not there. She seemed a bit surprised, but asked me how I'd feel if someone hit on her. I told her she'd know what to do if it happened, and that as long as she was honest and told me I wouldn't mind. We fucked like rabbits talking about the outfits she could wear, fell arelax and thought no more about it.

A few weeks later she was going out with the girls, so I was giving junior dinner downstairs while she got ready upstairs. She came downstairs as the taxi arrived. Normally when she gooes out she wears jeans, boots and a top, but tonight was different. She was wearing the dress she bought while she was breast feeding; the low-cut one that was just a bit too short, but she normally wore with leggings so it didn't matter. Tonight she was wearing the pantyhose we bought a few years ago as a dare but she's never worn. The ones with the seam detail all the way up the back. In gold. She was wearing her fuck-me platform court shoes. She had her hair curled and big, smokey eyes. She looked stunning. She waved at me and junior, told me not to wait up and was gone.

She'd listened to me. My mind was racing as I bathed junior, read a bedtime story and turned the lights out. By the time I came downstairs I had a text. "Did you like my outfit?" I replied that I did. She text back "I don't think you're the only one. x." Now I was worried. What had I started? I wanted to beg her to come home knew but I couldn't. I wanted this, now I have to see what happens.

A while later my phone beeped. "Did you mean what you said about guys hitting on me?" I replied I did, that as long as she was honest with me she could do what she wanted. She didn't reply. I waited. I text her to say I loved her. She replied "x." I wanted to know what she was doing, but knew I couldn't ask. I had to leave her alone.

Eventually I gave up waiting and tried to get some relax, but couldn't. My wife was on the town doing God knows what to God knows who. I was angry. I was scared. I was turned on and disgusted with myself. Then I heard a car pull up outside. I heard the car door open, and her giggling. I wanted to get out of bed to watch her but I was frozen. The car drove off and the front door opened. I heard Louise climb the stairs, and come into our bedroom. She was tipsy, but not takes. She sat on the bed next to me.

I asked if she's had a good night. She told me it had been amazing. I asked her what she'd got up to and she told me her and the girls had been to a few bars, then come home. I asked what else had happened and she started telling me how Sally was having trouble at work and how Hayley was thinking about having another baby. She seemed to be teasing me. I asked her if anything else happened. She told me that I was right about her getting dressed up. She said that she knew guys were checking her out all night, and she was really enjoying it. I asked her what the other girls thought and she said they noticed, but didn't mention it. I asked her if anything else happened, and she told me that at the last bar they went to the girls had a booth to themselves and she purposefully sat on the outside so guys could see her. She noticed there were a few guys at the bar who were looking at her and talking amongst themselves, and when the other girls got up to go home she told them she felt like staying for one more.

I asked her what happened and she said the other girls put their coats on, told her to 'have a good night' and left her alone in the booth. She told me almost as soon as the girls left one of the guys came over and asked if he could join her. I asked what she said, and she told me he sat next to her and they started chatting. He asked her what she was doing and she said she'd been out with her girlfriends and felt like staying out a bit longer when they went home to their husbands. He asked if she was married and she said yes, and he asked what I would think if I knew she was out all alone dressed like that. She told me the outfit was my idea and that now, she wasn't alone. She told him that I'd said I wanted her to go out and get hit on, and she'd noticed him by the bar and was hoping he'd come over. She explained to him that at first she thought it was a silly idea, but now she was warming to it.

I was now rock hard under the comforter. I asked her what she did next, and she laid down next to me and lifted her dress up. I looked at her pantyhose, but there was something wrong. She wasn't wearing any panties. I started to stutter a question out. "Where are... did you... did he?" She said she told him to wait where he was. She went to the toilet and slipped off her panties before going back to sit next to him in the booth. When she returned he asked her if I'd said anything about what happens after she'd been hit on. She told the guy I'd let her decide, and she told me she that she lifted her leg and put it between his, so she was sat with a leg across his lap and her pussy only shielded from the bar by her semi-opaqe pantyhose. She said he needed no ecouragement and ran his leg up her thigh until he reached her crotch, which she told me was now slick and juicy. She said under the table he then slipped his hand inside her waistband and pushed first one, then two fingers inside her pussy while rubbing her bean with his thumb. By now she was whispering in my ear, knowing I was more turned on than I'd ever been. She told me she came there and then, in the booth, surrounded by other people enjoying their night out. I asked how it made her feel, and she told me she felt like a complete slut but that she didn't care. I asked what happened next, and she told me that they just sat in the booth, her leaning against him, him with a finger in her pussy, just feeling her. She said she nearly came again, but that it was time to come home.

She said that he'd followed her outside, and while they waited for a taxi he pushed her into a doorway. I aksed what he did and she said she'd kissed him passionately. I asked if anything else happened and she said "well...", and pulled back the comforter to reveal my hard cock. She held it and told he how she undid his flies and started to jerk him off. I asked "In the street?!?" and she told me yes. She was jerking me hard now, saying how strong he felt holding her against the wall and how helpless and horny she felt. Then she stopped jerking me and said "and then a taxi arrived." I asked what happened and she said they'd both got in. "Both?" Yes, she said, he brought me home. She told me how they'd got in teh taxi, him with his dick still out and how she carried on jerking him. Now she started with me too. She said she was worried about making a mess, so she took her panties from her bag and covered his dick. She said she jerked him most of the way home before he finally came into her panties about two streets away. She said she put her panties back in her bag and came into the house. I suddenly realised what she was saying. "Wait, this guy knows where we live?" She said she hadn't thought about it like that, but she guessed so. Then she wondered if he'd come back, at which point I blew my load.

Once I'd recovered I asked her if she'd enjoyed the night and she said she had. I asked her how much of it was true and she said she'd been honest, just like I asked. I asked if this guy really knew where we lived and she said he did, and that she'd not told him to stay away. I asked what his name was so if he ever does turn up I'll recognise him. She said in the excitement she'd forgotten to ask him, but she said that next time she goes out she'll make sure she at least gets the guys name. I can't ask for more than that, I suppose...

So guys, now you've read my story, who else wants a go? It doesn't have to be big or detailed, just tell me what you did to her and where. I think I might post another story here another time. Keep checking the other thread for real-life stories, too. Who knows where we'll end up...
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Maybe it's time for another short chapter...

A few weeks went by without really discussing her 'night out'. I washed the stranger's cum out of her panties (the ones I bought for our anniversary last year) and life went on as normal. I was always on the lookout, though. For a strange car that passed by slowly, a guy taking a bit too long to walk down the street, that sort of thing. The thought that there was someone out there who could turn up at any moment and start putting the moves on Louise - again - was driving me crazy. Worse was when we went into the city. I was always aware of guys looking at us, and always watched who she was watching.

One night in bed she started stroking my cock and talking about what happened. She asked again if I'd been OK with what she'd done, and I told her that I was surprised she went through with it, but I didn't mind at all. Teasing me, she wondered out loud if it bothered me, knowing she'd been touched in public by a complete stranger, and I told her that I didn't mind. I asked if she'd enjoyed it and she said that she enjoyed the thrill, but his technique wasn't brilliant. I told her it's hard to properly finger a woman through her pantyhose in public. She seemed surprised I was making excuses for him and asked what would be easier. I'd talked myself into a corner again. I said I didn't know, perhaps it would have been better somewhere more private where he wouldn't have had to worry about being seen. My heart sank and my cock jumped as she said she'd remember that for next time.

Now it was my turn to quiz her. I asked whether it was her idea to jerk him off, or whether he'd made her do it. She said that he'd started kissing her, but she was the one that started playing with his dick. I asked her what it was like and she said it was long and hard as she ran her fingers up my shaft. She said she'd show me what she did, and she wrapped her fingers round my cock while gently massaging my balls with the other. She told me that I was just like him as my dick responded to her touch and my balls started to tighten. She said she could feel him getting close so slowed and let him regain his composure a bit. I asked if she was worried about him coming on her and she said she just wanted to play with his dick. She said if he'd cum she wouldn't have minded. I asked where would she take the cum and she said she didn't know. She might have jacked him onto her dress, or maybe she would have just jacked him into the doorway. She asked what I'd have said if she'd come home covered in another man's cum, and I said that I know she likes teh feel of my cum on her skin so I said maye she should have let him. She agreed, and said maybe she'd have hitched up her dress and let him cum onto her stomach. I said that I'd have liked to have seen that and she smiled and carried on jerking me. She said the only reamister she'd jerked him into her panties was that she didn't want to make a mess in the cab.

By this time I was nearing the point of no return, and as I edged closer I asked her what she'd do if she ever saw her mystery man again. "It depends" she said. "I always say you should try everything twice..." So you'd fool around with him again? "If the place was right, yes. When I see him in the street I just smile, but who knows on my next night out...?" You've seen him since? "Oh yes. A few times. He always smiles back." I was so close to cumming it was unbearable. What if he came back here? "I don't know. If he'd made a special journey I suppose I'd have to thank him..."

And with that I blew my load, which she made sure she smeared all over me again. She used to let me cum on her tits, but recently she's been avoiding my spunk. I wonder why...

A few nights later she said her friends had invited her out again. She asked, very specifically, if she could "go out and play". Once again, I told her as long as she was honest with me she could do what she felt was right. I wonder what state she'll come back in...
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So that's the second chapter. Let me know what you think; should I continue? Do you have any suggestions or requests for chapter three - I've got a few ideas but it might be more realistic to write around what you think should happen next.

Writing and posting here has been a massive turn on for me, as has seeing other people's opinions on my other thread. If you appreciate it or want to be part of it just let me know, either here or through a PM.

Thanks, you filthy bastards!
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Please do continue. Maybe your wife teeling a GF about how she cuckolds you and you dont mind (some humilation play by the friend perhaps?) - your wife being taken when she is fertile and rsking being black bred?

PLEASE continue!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Outstanding!! Don't stop now.

Thanks for the feedback everyone. Especially you, Brainbox1; those are some interesting ideas I hadn't considered, but perhaps they're for a bit later in the story.

I'll post chapter three in a while. In the meantime, anyone else care to give me an idea or a tip?
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I promised you another update and here it is, Louise's second night on the town. As always, don't be afraid to add any criticism, encouragement or ideas. I'm always open to suggestion...

Soon enough Louise's night out arrived. For a week or so she'd been telling me how much she was looking forward to, in her words "blowing off some steam" and asking for my opinions on outfits - the skirt or the leggings? The heels or the boots? The talk was like sweet ***, as for the whole week she made sure I didn't see her naked and slept in a T shirt and yoga pants. By the time of her night out I was so horny it was unbearable.

The night itself started the same as her last night; I was downstairs with Junior as she washed, prepped and dressed herself, and I only got to see what she'd chosen to wear as she waited for the cab. Tonight she was wearing her halterneck maxi dress, with flat sandals and her hair in a loose ponytail; every inch the laid back hippy chick, but still looking gorgeous. Just like last time she kissed me and waltzed out the door. "Have fun..." I called after her. She glanced over her shoulder, winked at me, and was gone.

Again, the early part of my night was dominated with Junior's bedtime, but as I rushed through bath and story time my heart was in my mouth. By the time I got to check my phone I already had a message. "The girls are asking about last time. Should I tell them what I did?" I hadn't thought about this - did I really want her friends knowing how I get my kicks? 'Do you want to tell them?' I said. "I'll think about it. x" she replied. This was worse than last time. I could handle her fooling around on me (who was I kidding, I wanted her to do it), but her friends knowing? That was different.

Half an hour or so my curiosity was getting the better of me. Was her mystery man there? Would she go back to him, or wait to see what happened later? " I text her "How are you doing? Seen any old friends?" but I got no reply. Later, My phone finally buzzed. "The girls are leaving soon. Mind if I stay a bit? x". This was it, she was asking if I wanted to be cucked again. I replied 'Of course', and added 'Have you seen anyone you recognise?' A few minutes went by and she just text back "Don't wait up". Once again, my mind was racing and I found it hard to do anything to occupy myself. Before she left she explicilty told me not to jerk off, or she wouldn't tell me what she'd been up to. So I sat and waited. I checked my phone regularly but nothing came through. So I sat. And waited.

Just after 1am the door opened and Louise came in, slightly dishevelled but beaming. We spoke briefly about the evening, about where she'd been and what the girls were up to, but all I could think of was what she'd been doing. She told me that the girls had asked how long she'd stayed out for last time and I was relieved to hear she hadn't told them about what had happened. She said she knew they suspected something, but she'd deny it. "For now", she said as she turned and went upstairs.

By the time I'd caught up she was laid on her back on the bed, arms above her head. I didn't know what to do; rip her clothes off, rip my clothes off, kiss her, lay down next to her... luckily, she told me what to do. "Undress yourself for me while I tell you how naughty I've been." I didn't need telling twice. "Take your shirt off" she said, so I started unbuttoning with shaking hands while she told me about the rest of her night."

She told me after the girls left she waited at the bar and it wasn't long before she was joined by a guy. She said he was older than her, maybe early 40s. Graying around the temples but obviously in good shape. I knew she has a thing for older men. 'Did you fancy him?' "Yes, he seemed quite the gentleman. he asked why I hadn't left with my friends." 'What did you tell him?' "That I didn't want to go yet because I wanted to have a bit more fun. Take your pants off". She was now reclined on the bed and was slowly inching up her dress. She'd pulled it up to her knees by now, and I was itching to see what - if anything - she was wearing underneath. "He asked what kind of fun I had in mind, and I explained to him the the other girls had to go home to their families but I wasn't ready for that yet" What happened then? "Kiss my feet and I'll tell you". I hungrily set to work, loving her feet and ankles and working my way up past her calves.

She continued "He noticed mt wedding ring, and asked where my husband was. I told him you were at home babysitting, and he said how thoughtful you were. I told him you were really understanding, and that you encouraged me to go out and let my hair down every once in a while. Then I whispered in his ear exactly what I meant by 'let my hair down...'" By now I'd worked up to her knees and she responded by pulling her dress up just below her crotch. 'What did you tell him?' I asked while devouring her soft thighs. "I told him that my husband lets me go out and have fun with other men while he stays at home on two conditions; that I'm completely honest when I get home, and that I at least know what their names are." How did he respond to that? "He shook my hand and told me his name was Stewart."

Stewart. This suddenly became very real. This wasn't some anonymous dick anymore. This wasn't pretend. There was a name. 'What did you do then?' "I told him my name, and he asked me to join him at a table. We talked for a while. He works in a bank, but keeps himself fit. He goes to the gym and runs most nights. He's divorced and has a teenage flower."
This was getting really real now, she'd had his life story too. 'What happened next?' "After we finished our takes I suggested we went for a little walk outside, so he put his arm round me - he really was in good shape, babe - and we found a quiet alley where we could get to know each other better."

By now I was almost under her dress. I could smell her sex as I begged her "Tell me what he did', and my dick jumped as she corrected me: "He has a name, you know. Use it and I'll show you where he was" I repeated 'Tell me what Stewart did' "You want to know what he did to your wife?" 'Yes' I groaned. "Then ask properly..." 'Please, tell me what Stewart did to my wife..." She finally lifted her dress to reveal she was wearing the white silk panties I'd forgotten she had. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. As I got close I could tell she was wet through, though. "Go for it babe. Take off my panties and see if you can eat me as well as Stewart did"

I set about lapping up her wetness, trying not to think that I was not the first man to be here tonight. "Stewart lifted me onto a dumpster, pulled my panties off and went down on me. And boy, was he good, babe. Stewart had me moaning in no time. I had my feet over his shoulders and his tongue and fingers were everywhere. I've always thought you were good, but Stewart was something else, babe. It wasn't long before I came, but he didn't stop. He just kept going and going and going...." she drifted off for a while, lost in her memories. Only murmuring "Oh, Stewart..." while I did my best to satisfy her again. I gasped 'So he didn't fuck you...?' "No," she replied. "I told you he was a gentleman." 'So you didn't return the favour, then?' "I said he was a gentleman, I didn't say I was a lady..."

Just hearing her talk was making my dick jump without me even touching it. Her repeating his name was mind blowing. She told me "Once I'd cum three or four times - I lost count, baby - I needed a break. Stewart lifted me down and I dropped straight to my knees and undid his pants. He must have been seven or eight inches, babe. It was easy to fit it in my mouth to start with, but once Stewart got hard I couldn't take it all..." Hearing this was too much. With a shudder and a groan, I dribred my load onto the bed. She reached down and pulled me up to eye level. "Aww, that's a shame, babe. I was going to let you finish where Stewart did..." she said as she pulled her boobs out of her halterneck. She wasn't wearing a bra. 'You mean...?' "Yes babe. Stewart blew his load all over my tits. You know how I like that, babe, and he had such a big load." My dick dripped sadly aganst her stomach as she kissed me deeply with the taste of another man's dick on her breath. 'What happened next?' I sulked. "Well, I put my panties on and put my tits away-" 'Without cleaning them?' "With what?" I realised the only thing between me and my wife now was another man's still wet spunk. "He walked me to the cab stand and paid for my ride home. Like I said, he was a gentleman. You could learn a thing or two, babe."

And with that she sent me away to the bathrom to tidy myself up. By the time I got back she'd fallen arelax naked, so I spooned her from behind and slowly drifted off to relax myseld, wondering what she'd get up to next time...
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I am liking this! PLease write moe

I second Brainbox's motion!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Thanks for the encouragement, guys. Like I've said before, it's a turn on to know people are enjoying my dirty little fantasies.

I'll be looking to include Brainbox's earlier ideas soon, but does anyone else have any good suggestions or requests for the next chapter? Would you like to Louise to meet new guy, or a meet up again with one of her previous friends? Any suggestions for situations she could find herself in? I've got some ideas of my own, but I'd like to know what you all think. Likewise, if anyone wants to take a verse, either here or through a PM, knock yourself out. Maybe you feel like telling the guy's story from what I've already written...?

Thanks again guys, feedback makes it all worthwhile!

P.S. Check out my other thread for a potentially interesting turn of events you could work in...
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I have a feeling I may have met her on a night out, can you describe her? if it is the same woman I'll tell you what happened

Do you think, Dave? She's in her late twenties, but looks young for her age. She's about 5'2, 140lbs and a 34B. She's a US size 8. She's got dark eyes and long brown hair which she usually wears down, but she used to have it short and dyed slightly redder. If you met her on a night our she was probably wearing jeans or leggings and knee boots, and has a tattoo of a pegasus on her right shoulder. As I mentioned above, she's got a thing for older guys and/or athletic types. She's quite reserved until she's had a take or two then she comes out of herself a bit, but likes it when guys take charge.

If that rings any bells, Dave (or anyone else) let me know how you seduced her and what you did with her. I geniunely can't wait...
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Oh yes now I'm sure of it now, it was definitely her, leave it with me for a while and I give you a full account of what happened.

My name is Dave, I’m 39, I am in pretty good shape thanks to the amount of cycling I do. It was about a month ago when I was out having a take with a good buddy of mine, I noticed a group of girls come in, they were having fun and slightly giggly, it looked liked they had been bar hopping. They were clearly in a fun mood, they ordered their takes from the bar, one really caught my eye, the foxy little chick with long brown hair and mighty fine figure, she was wearing a simple and classic, little black dress, that stopped somewhere between knee and thigh, sexy but not tarty, she wore knee high boots and bare legs, you probably know the outfit. She caught me checking her out and flashed me a knowing smile. They got their takes and went and sat in a booth not too far away from us so I was able to keep an eye on them. After about half an hour or so my buddy had to leave to get back to his wife, it was not that late so I decided to have another take and keep an eye on the dark haired hottie.

My patience was rewarded a while later when the other girls got up and collected their coats, leaving the little hottie sitting on her own, now was my chance, I strolled over and asked her if I could join her, she flashed my a lovely smile and said
“Sure”
I introduced myself and she told me her name was Louise. We made small talk for a while as my eyes roamed over her sexy little body, her dress had ridden up a little and exposed a good amount of her bare leg and the neckline of her dress gave me a nice view of her perky little tits, she caught me looking a couple of time but did not seam to mind.
I ordered another round of takes, we were getting on fine, a round of shots followed and I could tell she was feeling relaxed and comfortable with me, Feeling bold I placed my hand on her knee as we chatted, her skin felt so soft, she made no move to remove it and seamed happy for me to touch her.
I had noticed her wedding ring a while back but ignored it until now, I asked her about her husband, was she in a hurry to get back to him I asked.
“We have a arrangement” She said
“What kind of arrangement.” I asked
“He likes me going out and getting hit on and having little adventures.” She said
“Really? And have you had many adventures?” I asked feeling very curious
“A couple of times, they lead to great sex at home too.” She said with a mischievous smile.
My hand moved higher and she obligingly parted her legs a little, giving me a signal that she was happy for me to go further.
I complimented her on her dress and told her she looked stunning, she told me used to be a jeans and leggings kind of girl, but her husband encouraged her to sexy more sexy for her nights out, she admitted that she liked the attention dressing more sexy achieved. We chatted some more about what she now likes to wear to get other men’s attention, then I sad to her
“So is this the kind of adventure you are looking for Louise?” I asked as my hand moved under the hem of her dress.
She looked me in the eye parted her leg some more and said “Yes”

So should I carry on???

I think I remember this night. I wondered why she looked so tired when she got home. Where did the two of you end up?

Do continue Dave, and don't spare the details.
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My hand travelled further and further up her leg with no resistance until I reached her crotch, I stroked her pussy through the thin material of her panties, I could feel the outline of her pussy lips on my fingers and the heat coming from within. As I gently ran my fingers over her panties and traced my fingers over her little slit she told me about one of her so called “encounters” where she had removed her panties and let a guy finger her to orgasm, although it was apparently made a bit difficult on account of her pantyhose. I asked her if that was why she was bare legged tonight, she replied “Yes”
“Why don’t you go to the ladies and take those panties off?” I asked
“OK.” She said simply and I stood up to let her leave the booth, as she slipped out off the booth she gave me a lovely flash of her red panties, standing next to me she put her arms round my neck and kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth in a most sensual way that only served to increase my arousal. One of her hands slipped down between us and she grasped my erection and gave it a squeeze, she broke off from our kiss and smiling broadly she said.
“Nice cock you have there Dave.”
With that she turned on her heels and headed for the ladies, while she was gone I got another round of takes in and two more shots. She was not gone long and gave me another open mouthed kiss when I stood to let her back into the booth, this time she was a little more demure and kept her legs closed but still afforded me a good look at her shapely legs.
“Did you take them off?” I asked
“Of course.” She affirmed
“Show me.”
Her eyes darted around the room, it was starting to thin out a little but most people seamed intent on their own conversations and that included the bar staff. Moving right into the corner, she hitched up her dress a little more and I took in the beauty of her well toned thighs, then with one more quick look around the room she parted her legs and revealed her pussy to me. It looked very nice too, obviously freshly trimmed and very inviting, even in the dim lighting of our booth I could see it glistening at me.
“Stroke it Louise.” I told her
“I’d prefer you to do it.” She said brazenly
“Oh I will in time believe me, but I want to see you play with it first.”
Nervously she picked up the shot glass and downed it in one, she looked around the room again before she brought her hand down to her pussy, hesitantly she began to stroke her pussy lips.
“Do you play with your pussy very often Louise?” I asked
“Sometimes, more so recently, my husband doesn’t know I play with myself.” She confessed
Her fingers were stroking her lips and gently circling her clit as she got more into it.
“If I was your husband I’d like to watch you play with it every night, put a finger inside now.” I said
She bit her bottom lip as she slipped a finger inside her self.
“Are you wet?” I asked
“Yes, quite.” She confessed looking a little embarrassed
“Take it out and lick your finger, taste yourself.” I ordered
She looked a little shocked at my request, but she slowly brought her finger to her mouth and licked it hesitantly.
“Put your finger in your mouth and suck on it like you would suck on a cock.” I said
Looking me in the eye, she did as I requested and looked very naughty and wanton doing it
“Taste good?” I asked
She nodded
“Put your finger back inside your pussy, coat it in your pussy juice.” I commanded
Obediently she slipped her digit back inside her moist pussy, her eyes darted from me and all around the room keeping a look out for any over inquisitive eyes. I rested a hand on her thigh as I moved closer to her, I could her slight squelching sounds coming from her pussy as she worked her finger inside.
“Let me taste it.” I said
She smiled, knowing fully what I wanted, she removed her finger and brought it up to my face, I held her hand and took her finger into my mouth tasting her wonderful juices.
“Your pussy tastes good Louise.” I said
My hand returned to her leg and began to move slowly up her thigh, she shifted slightly in her seat expectantly, I swiftly reached my goal and began to stroke her already moist lips, she sighed contentedly in my ear as I slipped one then two fingers into her wet and very welcoming cunt.

To be continued….

Wow, Dave, she tasted her own juice for you? She never does that with me. Like I said, she likes it when a man takes charge. Kind of makes me wonder what you made her do next. Did you keep her to yourself?

You really have a great way with words, Dave. And also my wife, apparently...
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“That feel good Louise?”
“Yes, I love being fingered, my husband doesn’t do it nearly enough”
“Perhaps you should ask him to.” I suggested
“Maybe.” She replied a little dreamily
“Her pussy was getting wetter by the second and I noticed her slump back a little and relax as my fingers probed her insides. I moved my fingers onto her clit and gently circled her little bud, she let out a sigh of contentment, I could feel her start to push back at my fingers and her legs spread just a little more allowing me more room to work on her sex. I alternated between playing with her clit and working my fingers inside her pussy, she responded equally to both, pushing her hips back at my probing fingers.
“Fuck your good at that.” She said slightly breathlessly
I smiled and changed tack a little working on her clit with my thumb while stroking two fingers inside her
“Oh fuck that’s good, you’re gonna make me cum”
Her eyes quickly scanned the room then she grasped my arm with both hands.
“Fuck, oh fuck yes.” She said softly as she thrust her hips powerfully back at my hard working hand, her breathe escaped her lips is short gasps and then she let out a contented sigh, she had orgasmed right there in the bar.
“That nice?” I asked as I slowed right down until my fingers were lightly stroking her pussy lips
“Oh god yes, no one has played with my pussy like that before, you could teach my husband a thing or two.” She said
“It would be even better if we were somewhere private” I said
Just then I felt a presence at my shoulder, and then a voice
“You guys wanting a refill?”
The bar guy was asking, I had no idea how long he had been there and he caught me with my hand under Louise’s dress, we were both so caught up in the moment. It was to late to pull it away so I kept it there gently stroking her pussy although she had closed her legs a little it was still pretty obvious what I was doing.
“Yes please, same again.” I said, hoping he would go away quickly
“Shots as well?” He asked
“Errrrrrr, yes might as well.” I confirmed
At last he turned on his heels and left us
“Oh fuck, do you think he saw?”
“Probably, I expect he will have to go and have a wank now.” I said smiling
She giggled delightfully although she was clearly a little embarrassed, I stroked he pussy for a minute or two longer and then pulled my wallet out of my pocket so I was ready to pay the guy, my fingers glistened in the pale light, I sucked one and smiled at Louise.
“God your pussy tastes good.” I said
Then with her watching me intently I pulled out a note from my wallet and wiped my other finger with it.
“What are you doing?” she asked
“Just spreading a little joy in the world I said as I noticed the guy returning with our takes, as he came back I place one hand high up on her thigh, holding the note with the other ready to pay for the takes.
As he set his tray down on the table I noticed his eyes drawn to my hand on Louise’s leg, I moved it a little higher pushing the hem of her dress as it went, exposing more of her soft white thigh to his gaze. He placed the glasses on the table taking his time, I offered him the note, as he took it I told him to keep the change, slipping my hand back under Louise’s dress to her still warm and very moist pussy. He thanked me, but his eyes were on Louise’s legs, reluctantly he turned and left.
“You’re a very bad man David.” She said opening her legs up for me
“Just having a little fun, we brightened up his day, I wonder if he’ll smell the note.” I said mischievously as I slipped a finger back inside her pussy.
She reached out and took a sip of her take before gulping down the shot in one.
“Drinking always gets me so fucking horny.” She announced as her hand rested on my crotch, her delicate fingers tracing the outline of my hard cock.


To be continued……….

I wonder if anyone else is finding this as hot as me? Do continue, Dave. I can't wait to read what happened next
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Well I like to think other people are finding it hot as well, a little feedback is always welcome, more to come in a couple of days

Please don't leave me hanging, Dave. I want to know how she returned the favour. I'm guessing you didn't just leave it there...

P.S. I'll continue with my storytelling once Dave's finished his; I don't want anybody to get confused! And if Dave's inspired anyone else or jogged a memory feel free to jump in too. I love hearing how naughty she's been!
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Sorry I have been away for a few days, I'll update you ASAP

Looking forward to hearing more of Louise’s adventures almost as much as I'm looking forward to bumping into her again sometime soon

I looked down at the hand that was stroking my cock through my trousers and noticed the engagement and wedding rings on her third finger, the fact that I had a finger in somebody’s wife gave me a thrill and I was determined to take this as far as I could. I eased a second finger into her wet pussy and began to rub her clit with my thumb again, I felt her push back at my hand urging me onwards.
“Your cock feels really hard Dave, I like a hard cock.” She said giggling
“Well it probably has something to do with you stroking it.” I told her
“Shall we go, I really want to get your cock out and suck it.”
“What and you a respectable married woman.” I teased
“I never said I was respectable.” She replied with a glint in her eye
I laughed at her little joke
“We’ll go when I’ve made you cum again.” I said in my most commanding voice
She sighed and sat back in her seat and opened her legs a little wider, I pushed my fingers in deeper and probed her insides, so wet and hot and so very welcoming like she had not had this kind of treatment for a long time. She was no longer just tracing the outline of my cock with her delicate little fingers but she was rubbing it hard with the heel of her hand and squeezing it, grasping it, taking possession of it. Her hips pushed back at my probing fingers, I toyed with the idea of slipping a third finger inside her, but figured it would be very difficult to do without making it obvious what I was doing to the hot little brunette that I had only just met, the wife of another man. I elected to just use the two fingers I already had in her pussy and my thumb that was circling her clit, I probed deeper with my fingers and increased the pressure of my thumb, her clit seamed to respond immediately and throbbed at my touch, her free hand clasped my arm and pushed it hard against her cunt.
“Don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum again.”
She squeezed both my arm and cock with equal might as her body went tense and she let out a little sigh, as her orgasm swept over her, I felt her cunt muscles clench my fingers, before she relaxed and slumped back into her seat.
“Fuck that was good, I haven’t cum like that for ages, you have some very talented fingers there Dave.” She said when she had regained some composure.
“Thank you mamm, nice to be appreciated.” I replied smiling broadly
“Come lets make a move, I need to get my hands on that cock of yours properly, it’s a long while since I’ve had anything that big in my hands.”
We both had one final gulp of our takes and headed out of the bar, we held hands and I let her lead the way as she seamed to know where she was going. As we walked along the street I drew my fingers up to my mouth and sucked them.
“God you taste good.” I said with a smirk
She stopped suddenly and kissed me, a deep probing kiss, her tongue snaking into my mouth, people walked passed our kiss carried on, I cupped her breast through her dress, it felt full and soft and I could feel her nipple erect under her dress. Her kiss intensified in passion and she ground her pussy against my crotch, against my hard cock.
Our kiss broke
“Fuck I need to suck that big cock of yours, lets go”
She grabbed my hand and we walked on for a couple of minutes until we reached an alleyway, she pulled me down it and we kissed again, her hands were at my trousers in an instant, my belt and zip were undone her hand slipped inside and I felt her soft feminine fingers grasp my hard cock and pull it out into the cool night air, working my foreskin back and forwards before running her thumb over my cock head, concentrating on my tiny slit which brought pre-cum oozing out, coating her thumb. She broke our kiss to bring her thumb to her mouth and sucked it smiling sweetly as she did so.
“I love the taste of pre-cum and yours tastes fucking wonderful.” She said in a most sultry way
I looked around the little alleyway, there was a rubbish bin just the right height for what I wanted. She was slightly confused but she allowed me to manoeuvre her until she was bent over the bin, her shapely arse sticking right out, I wanted to give her something she would never forget, that would stay with her forever.

I crouched behind her and slowly lifted her dress up until it was bunched up around her hips, taking in the slight of her delightful legs and wonderful arse. I kissed her thighs and smooth rounds bum cheeks, which brought sighs of contentment from her lips before dropping to my knees and working my tongue into her pussy from behind, she pushed her arse back at my probing tongue, making it slightly easier to reach her pussy with my tongue.
“Oh that’s nice.” She said with obvious pleasure
I licked the length of her pussy before probing deeper, tasting her wonderful juices, then I started to lick up higher towards her arse which brought her to say
“Oh you’re not are you?
My tongue found her tight little rosebud and gently lapped at it
“Oh god you are, that’s so dirty, but so nice.” She said
I brought my fingers up between her legs and they resumed their acquaintance with her pussy, slipping two fingers easily inside her very wet and very hot cunt. My tongue probed at her anus, loving the musky taste of her arse. She relaxed and I managed to get my tongue inside her arse just a little just as I rubbed at her clit with my fingers and thumb.
“Oh my god you filthy bastard, no ones ever done that to me before but it feels so fucking horny.”
I felt her hands by my face, she grasped her arse cheeks and held them apart, pushing her arse back at my probing tongue.
“Get your tongue right in there you filthy fucker” She urged, the slightly shy and demure wife was no more, she was a slut, a married slut, down an alleyway holding her arse cheeks apart for me, a man she had barely met an hour ago, wanting me to lick her tight little arse hole, urging me to go deeper, further into her arse with my tongue.

To be continued…………

Your tales are amazing, and it's so exciting to wonder what will happen next. That's the difference, I suppose; when I write I say what I think Louise would do and what she's might be capable of. When someone else tells me what she's been up to it's such a change - I daren't imagine she'd display herself so publicly while someone tongue-fuck her ass for the price of a few shots...

Don't stop now, Dave, please!
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It feels like a lifetime since this was updated, but in real life Louise is away at a conference tonight and isn't back until late tomorrow night. I've told her I'd like her to take a toy or two away so she can 'enjoy herself' and let me know what she's up to, and I'll keep everyone up to speed if I hear anything.

In the meantime, anybody like to tell me what she's probably up to, all alone in a strange town with a husband who wants to her to have fun?
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While Dave takes his time to write up the next chapter of his night with Louise, I thought I'd start work on the next chapter of my sordid fiction. I can't decide whether it's hotter for her to cuck me indiscriminately, or whether she should find herself a regular bull. Any suggestions? Likewise, I have an idea for something different for her next encounter, a little different from the 'meet a guy in a bar' vibe, unless anyone would like to suggest something specific? Let me know and once Dave's finished (in Louise's own words, "please Dave!") I'll take us back to the land of dreams...
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Just another quick piece of my fiction to try and kickstart the thread again. Let me know if I should continue, or if I'm wasting my keystrokes. This instalment isn't pure fiction, it's based on something that actually happened. See if you can guess what's true..

The next weekend we were in bed on Saturday night. I put my arm over and gently started stroking Louise's stomach. She pulled away, saying she was tired, but I persisted, and whispered in her ear "I want to kiss you all over". She slowly warmed to the idea and wriggled herself out of her pyjamas and I started to work her over, kissing her neck, her chest, and her nipples before moving down her stomach and kissing her thighs and deep into her groin - but avoiding her pussy. I could smell her wetness and tell she wanted me to taste her, but I changed the game. "Roll over" I told her.

She lay on her stomach and I started again at her neck, down her back and onto her hips and ass. Again I could smell her wetness, this time with the musty odor of her back door. She lifted her hips to greet me and I played around her slit for a bit, kissing up and down her length as she moaned. I moved back up and whispered in her ear "Get your Rabbit out and play with yourself while I kiss you". Her reply surprised me. 'I don't like it when you call him Rabbit', she panted. So the battery powered aid I begged her to buy is now a him, not an it, I thought, but worse was to come. "He needs a name..." 'Roger?' I suggested, half joking. "How about Stewart" she breathed. This wasn't a question, it was a statement. Her favourite dildo was now named after the guy I'd sent her out to fuck.

'Oh Stewart', she sighed as she reached for her drawer and slipped the dildo's head between her lips. I was lost for words so I gulped in her ear and rubbed my member against her ass while she mentally blew Stewart all over again. As I moved down her back again she arched her back and slipped the dildo home. 'Oh Stewart', she repeated as it slid inside. I contented myself kissing and nibbling her cheeks as 'Stewart' fucked her. Then she pulled herself up onto all fours. 'You know what I do sometimes?' she asked. 'I turn it round so the ears play with my ass...' "Would you like me to play with your ass?" I asked as she bucked and reared. She didn't reply, but I took my cue. She put her head on the bed and waved her ass at me and I worked closer to her brown eye.

I kissed my way slowly down her asscrack as she pushed into me. I could feel her hand slamming 'Stewart' home harder and harder under my chin as my tongue felt for her litte brown button. 'Oh Stewart. Fuck me, Stewart' she panted while I tasted the earthy taste and slowly felt her ass dilate around my tongue. I was rimming my wife while she fantasised about fucking another man. 'Oh God that feels good. Don't stop!' she exclaimed breathlessly. Was she talking to me, or imagining someone else? She stepped Sewart up to top speed and pulled herself wide open for my tongue. She came noisly, and the feeling of her twitching over my mouth was unspeakable. I felt like I'd been part of something amazing, but also separate from her thoughts - I could have been replaced with a moist finger while 'Stewart' had been fucking her long and hard.

I moved to take my turn in her pussy and she stopped me. 'Not tonight, babe, Stweart's worn me out' she said as she closed her thighs. 'And don't come near me until you;ve washed your face. That's disgusing.' "What about this?" I protested as I bounced my member off her asscheeks. 'How about you take care of it yourself. Unless you want to borrow Stewart, of course?" 'Fine, but I'm going to cum on your ass' I spat as I tried to assert myself again. "If you must" came the reply. I propped myself and jerked as best I could over Louise's ass, still covered in my saliva and the juices 'Stewart' had brough from her. I concentrated on her two cheeks, bouncing underneath me, trying to ignore the fact Louise was now kissing 'Stewart' and thanking 'him' for a good time.

I grunted and spilled my seed over her. I aimed as best I could to cum deep in her crack, the way she used to like it, and used my semi flacid member to smear it all over her. Satisfied, but still slightly pissed, I rolled over to tidy myself up. 'Don't think you're leaving me like this. Tidy up after yourself' Louise snapped. She waved her ass in the air again as I mopped up what seconds ago was my victory with some boxers. Now it seemed I was apologising for the inconvenience.

When she was satisfied she was clean, she sent me to wash. When I came back she was almost alseep, but 'Stewart' was packed away again. 'That was fun' she sighed. "I guessed" I said. 'I only wish it was the real thing', she followed. When I said I'd offered her the real thing she corrected me 'no, babes, I meant Stewart's real thing. I bet he fucks wonderfully...'

And with that she drifted off to relax.
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