The only thing I do remember is our stable hand once asking me, “Do you want to get covered properly sometime?” I burst out laughing and ran out of the stable.
After more than seven years of marriage, things have really gone stale. My husband isn’t happy with our sex life. He said, “If I wanted to fuck a mannequin, I wouldn’t need you for that.”
I was never really a sexual firecracker, mostly because I grew up in a small village where everyone knew everyone else. I didn’t start university until after I turned eighteen, and I had never seen a cock up close before. Well, I’d seen a horse’s cock when it was covering a mare, and I thought that was perfectly normal. We had horses ourselves, and I’d often see our stallion’s huge cock and stare at it without any ulterior motives. The only thing I do remember is our stable hand once asking me, “Do you want to get covered properly sometime?” I burst out laughing and ran out of the stable.
I met my husband while I was at university, and we’ve been together ever since. And as often happens, it went from “in love, engaged, married”—though we don’t have children. I was nineteen the first time I had sex; I lay on the bed stiff as a board, and that’s pretty much how it’s stayed. Stiff as a board, just letting it happen to me until he’s finished fucking. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it or anything, but I simply can’t relax and truly savor the experience.
My husband suggested I meet other men, hoping they might be able to thaw me out. I’m shocked when he says this and run to the bedroom. I’m lying on the bed, crying, when he sits down next to me and says, “Honey, I only want the best for us. That’s why I think you need to gain some experience; I can’t teach you anything anymore.” For weeks, I’ve been thinking about having strange men fuck me.
I bring the subject up with my husband, and he remains convinced that meeting other men for sex would actually benefit our marriage. It surprises me that he has absolutely no problem with a stranger’s cock working over my pussy. I have to admit, though, that my lack of experience makes sense. I can still clearly remember the first time I had sex; the very first comment he made back then was, “Shave your pussy smooth.” Over the years, I’ve grown quite a thick bush down there, so now it has to go—all for the pleasure of other men. I ordered a pair of clippers online, because a standard razor definitely wouldn’t make it through that black forest of hair.
The thought of having a stranger’s cock inside me is still on my mind. I’ve become curious about what it would be like. I shave my hairy pussy completely bare, finishing it off nicely with my husband’s shaving soap and razor. The result is a tight, smooth pussy that looks really good—like a young teenager’s.
I bought a prepaid mobile phone, just in case a guy asks for my number. They shouldn’t call me, though—just leave a text message, nothing more. By the way, my name is Emma—one of those old-fashioned village names for a girl. There were several Emma’s in our village; it was quite common. I’m afraid using my real name, Emma, won’t bring me much success—I worry it might scare men off. I’m considering adopting a different name for when I meet a guy. After giving it a lot of thought, I came up with a name that sounds pretty sexy—‘Eveline’—which I felt suited me better.
I made a list of how I plan to seduce and attract guys:
1. Fun, provocative makeup, but nothing over the top…
2. Form-fitting clothes, preferably a tight red dress…
3. No bra and no panties—I’d only lose them anyway, I figured…
4. High black heels…
5. Clean-shaven pussy—need to double-check that…
6. Condoms, just in case I need them…
I think this will help me grab some attention and ensure I’m prepared if I run into some horny guy looking for a hot, horny pussy. Men are hunters, after all; give them the chance, and you’ve got a cock inside you before you know it. My girlfriends say there’s nothing wrong with letting loose and having a wild night out, and that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.
There’s no need for me to wear a bra; my tits sit nice and firm on my body even without that supportive harness. A friend told me, “Girl, let them run free—guys love that.”
It’s a lovely warm day, and the sun is shining brightly. I’m driving to the nearest city so I won’t be recognized near home. I’m sitting alone at a table on a terrace. Thanks to my dark sunglasses, I can keep a close eye on everything if a guy approaches me. I get a bite right away when a guy asks, “May I keep you company?” to which I spontaneously reply, “No, I just want to sit alone for a bit and enjoy the sun.” He says thank you and adds, “Maybe see you later, then.” I watch him walk away and think, “My God, does it happen that fast—that I hadn’t even been sitting on the terrace for five minutes when a guy approached me. A while later, while walking through the city, I saw the same man—the one who had spoken to me earlier—reflected in a shop window. I turned around and asked, “Are you following me or something, or is this just a coincidence?”
We struck up a conversation, and he invited me to his apartment, which was right around the corner. I hesitated a bit but decided to just go with the flow; without saying another word, I went along with him. It was a large, open-plan space featuring a kitchen, a seating area, and a big bed. I stared at the bed, wondering, “How many girls have already lain there?” I snap to attention when he asks, “What do you want to drink?”
I feel quite at ease; looking down past my tight red dress, I see my nipples pressing through the fabric for no apparent reason. He looks at me with a smile and says, “Looks like you’re getting cold.” I laugh at his words and feel my nipples harden even more. In a flash, he’s right beside me; he stares intently at me, takes one of my hardened nipples between his fingers, and gives it a gentle squeeze. He stands up, moves behind me, pulls me close, and says, “Relax, relax.” Sliding both hands subtly inside my dress, he massages my breasts and gives my nipples a gentle tug. I let him carry on and try to relax, just as he said. Unconsciously, I shift from my awkward, legs-crossed posture and open my legs slightly. I feel my shaved pussy trembling with an excitement I never actually experience with my own husband. With one swift movement, I pull the drawstring holding my red dress together; before I know it, my firm breasts are spilling out, and he’s squeezing them hard. As he tugs at my hard nipples, I revel in everything he’s doing to me. My hand instinctively drifts between my legs, and I feel just how wet I’ve become. Surprised as I already am by my own reactions, this catches me off guard the most; I’ve never been wet down there when my husband touched me.
He spreads my legs wider and calmly licks my wet pussy. I feel his tongue searching for my clitoris, which feels like it’s about to burst. I pull my legs up to make more room… …and feel his tongue slide into my shaved pussy. I’ve never been eaten out before, so I let him carry on. I look down and press him firmly against my shaved pussy, which feels like it’s in seventh heaven. After a while, I push him away and stand up; my tight red dress slips down my body and falls to the floor. Wearing nothing but high heels, I walk over to the bed and let myself fall onto it. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and goes back to eating me out right where he left off. By now, he’s naked too and looking at me. Without saying a word, I feel his hard cock penetrate my wet pussy as he starts fucking me at a steady pace. I’ve never felt such bliss as I do right now.
We say goodbye, and he gives my pussy a squeeze between my legs, asking, “Will you come back?” We exchange mobile numbers and agree not to call each other; the plan is to send messages instead. I tell him, “If you send a message, start with so I know who’s texting me.” I pull the front door shut behind me and drive home.
After a wonderfully warm shower, I apply body cream and walk naked into the bedroom. He looks at me and asks impatiently, “So, how was your first day on the prowl?” I recount every detail of how my first day spent looking for guys went. As I tell my story, I absentmindedly tug at my hardened nipples; this gives him a rock-hard erection, and he pulls at them while listening intently to what I’m saying. The moment I said, “And then he rammed his hard cock right into my pussy and started fucking me really hard,” he ejaculated in a powerful stream, with some of the semen landing on my tits. I wiped it up with my fingers and massaged it into my nipples. I felt two fingers slide into my pussy as he said, “I want to hear more stories from you when you’ve been on an ‘expedition’ again”—placing clear emphasis on the word *expedition*.
He kept fingering me; I could feel my pussy getting wet again, and I let him carry on while thinking about the guy from earlier that afternoon.
I don’t want to make a hobby out of letting strange men fuck me, but I feel hornier than I ever have before. I resolve to go on another ‘expedition’ tomorrow; surely I can manage to hook another guy, I think to myself.
Apparently, my husband gets incredibly turned on when I tell him every detail of how a stranger had his way with me. I wonder if it’s just a kink of his, or if he simply finds it arousing—watching his wife get fucked by other men while he jerks off until he cums. I suspect we both have our own little quirks; otherwise, I can’t explain it.
I head back into town and enjoy the sunshine, though I pick a different terrace this time—I want to meet someone new, not run into that same guy from before. I’m ordering a second glass of wine when I suddenly hear the chair next to me move. A handsome young guy has sat down beside me and says, “I saw you sitting all alone and thought I’d keep you company, if you don’t mind; there are plenty of the wrong kind of men walking around here, you know.” I look at him from behind my dark sunglasses, burst out laughing, and say, “The wrong kind of men? And you want to protect me from them? I think you belong to that group yourself.” We both laugh, and I start finding him increasingly attractive; I can feel my bare pussy throbbing with excitement between my legs. I look at him and ask if he lives alone and if it’s far away. He tells me he lives alone and that it’s just three streets over. I pay, stand up, and say, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
We walk up a flight of stairs and enter his apartment. He locks the door, and I immediately turn around when he says, “The key is still in the lock, if that puts you at ease—I always lock the door.” He offers me a drink, and we sit together on the sofa. A silence falls, and I notice he feels a bit awkward with me there. Am I too old for him? Is he afraid to make a move? I think quickly, take the initiative, and say, “Wow, it’s hot in here,” while fanning myself in my tight red dress and pulling the neckline a little lower. And say, “If it were this hot at my place, I’d be walking around naked,” while looking right at him. He starts to laugh and says, “Well, feel free, if you’re that hot.” He takes off his polo shirt, keeping his eyes on me. I stand up, move right in front of him, and sensually undo the sash holding my tight red dress together. The red dress drops to the floor, and I straddle him.
He starts sucking on my hardened nipples, and I feel a hand between my legs. I press him tighter against my breasts as I feel two fingers slide into my pussy. I stand up and pull down his trousers, revealing a pretty big, hard cock. I massage his large balls and take his hard cock deep into my mouth. He pushes me even deeper—so far I almost gag—and I pull back. He pulls me up, presses me over the back of a nearby armchair, and I feel him take me from behind, driving his big, hard cock straight into my pussy. He starts pounding away like a madman; my pussy begins to burn slightly. I spread my legs wider to make more room for his big cock. I spread my cheeks and feel his cock slide even deeper inside me. After a while, he suddenly shouts, “Turn around, open your mouth… I’m coming… I’m going to fill you up.” I drop to my knees in a flash and open my mouth wide. He shoves his big cock almost down my throat and shoots a massive load of semen right in— “Swallow,” he shouts, “swallow!”—pulling my hair back as he does it. He slaps his big cock against my face a few times and shoves it back into my mouth. I pull down on his balls as he gets ready to empty his big cock a second time. Like an experienced slut, I take it all in my mouth and swallow every drop of semen.
As he fucked me from behind over the back of the chair, I suddenly pictured our stud horse back at the farm, and the way he would take a mare hard from behind with his massive cock. I could hear the stable hand asking again, “Do you want to get covered too?”
We exchange mobile numbers and agree not to call each other. We had an agreement to send a text message—specifically starting with “” so I’d know who was messaging me. I unlock the door, pull it shut behind me, and drive home.
After a lovely hot shower to wash away the day’s events, we’re lying in bed that evening, and my husband impatiently asks how my day went. Playing with his balls and his now-hard cock, he’s just waiting for me to recount every detail while jerking him off.
I start telling my husband about the young guy I met—how, without a word of apology, he took me hard from behind over the back of an armchair, claiming my dripping pussy with his impressively large cock. He yanked my hair toward his hard cock and fucked until he came in my mouth. The guy emptied his load deep into my throat, all while fucking my mouth hard. I swallowed a second load of semen. I felt like a used whore, yet I loved being used that way.
Panting with excitement, my own husband jerks himself off as I tell the story. As I confess everything—how I let myself be used …using my hand to stroke my pussy, which has grown wet by now. I watch the whole spectacle of him jerking off his hard cock, and it turns me on incredibly. I get so aroused that I want to suck him off and taste his cum. With a deft movement, I drop onto his hard cock and take it deep into my mouth right away. He presses me down harder onto his cock, and I feel his warm cum shoot into my mouth. I suck his cock dry, look at him, and say, “That was good, babe.” I give him another kiss and fall fast asleep.
• MY HUSBAND WANTS TO WATCH
Days and weeks go by, and I’ve exchanged plenty of messages—acting like the horny slut I’ve become—constantly messaging my horny fuck-buddies. Seven guys have been allowed to use my pussy by now; I was very picky about who I chose. Our sex life has improved, but it’s still far from what it really ought to be. My husband is still too inhibited, whereas I—once the “frozen shop-window mannequin” he used to call me—have thawed out. I often think back to that stable hand on our farm who asked if I wanted to get serviced. *You idiot*, I think now; if I’d just let myself get fucked hard back then, maybe things wouldn’t have reached the point where strange men pick me up just to give my pussy a workout. I got rid of that tight red dress a long time ago; it attracted too many guys I didn’t like. Now, I just dress normally when I’m out looking for a cock. I’m doing pretty well at it, too—getting a new hard cock inside my pussy every week. • Winter months
It’s getting colder, and the temperatures are no longer right for sitting comfortably on a terrace and hooking up with a guy. My husband came up with an incredible proposal that’s been on my mind for days. He suggested inviting these guys to our home; he wants to be there to watch his own wife getting fucked hard and used. “I can learn how to handle you better that way, too,” the horny devil added. He still jerks off while I recount my stories, and sometimes I let him fuck my pussy while I talk. I’ve recently started enjoying sucking his hard, horny cock and swallowing his cum—something I realize now I should have been doing years ago. But he’s right: we’re learning how to handle each other. We agreed that these guys could come to our house to use me, and we’re getting the guest room ready to host the men I’ve collected. There’s a large armchair in the corner of the room where my husband plans to sit and watch everything as I get used.
I chose to be the first to show off his fucking skills, though it feels strange to host my first guy at home. My knees are shaking as I lead the way up the stairs and undress. None of my numbered guys had a problem with my own husband watching while they used me; a few even said, “I’ll show your man what fucking is really all about.”
I don’t feel as free and relaxed as I usually do—simply because my husband is there. I try to take my mind off it, and after a few minutes, I manage to do so quite well. I’m in a state of pure, lust-fueled bliss as I feel his tongue between my labia, savouring every lick. His big cock has gone rock-hard by now, and without a word, he slides it straight into my wet pussy. He pounds away at a furious pace, shouting, “I’ll show you what fucking really is,” and rams his hard cock even deeper inside me. He flips me over and immediately thrusts his hard cock back in. Pulling my hair, he fucks me hard until I scream out my orgasm. He yanks my head toward his cock and shoves it deep down my throat; he fucks my mouth and, without a word, fills both my throat and mouth with his load. He pulls back, turns around, and says to my husband, “Just take a good look at how your slut swallows my cum.” He looks at me and says, “Swallow, slut—swallow it all,” showing my gaping, empty mouth to my husband. Meanwhile, my husband had already come twice while I was getting thoroughly fucked—something that was clearly audible.
We’re dressed again and having coffee in the kitchen; I can still feel my pussy throbbing from the session I just had when my hookup—let’s call him —says to my husband, “Next time, you should just join in, man—we can share your wife.” I see a gleam in my husband’s eyes when he hears that, and he agrees immediately. *You dirty, horny dog,* I think to myself; I don’t know where this will end, but I’m definitely up for a threesome with my own man. Every other day, I have a hookup with one of my fuck-buddies—names don’t matter. And by the end of the first week, I’ve been thoroughly fucked. I’ve sucked off all the guys and swallowed every last drop. My horny nipples …and the pain from all that tugging; my pussy is burning from the hard cocks—inches long—that have been fucking my shaved pussy. My husband loves seeing other guys use me and do everything to me that he himself dreams of.
One night in bed, he suddenly asks, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” There’s a moment of silence; I look at him and say, “No, not yet—but would you want them to fuck me in the ass, too?” He’s quiet for a while before saying, “Of course, babe, you can get fucked in the ass; I’ll just tell those guys that’s part of the deal.” I fall asleep and dream all night about guys fucking my ass, imagining it becoming nice and stretched out from all those cocks.
I start wondering what kind of sexual kink my husband has. How does he get turned on by strangers using my pussy for his pleasure? And now he wants my virgin ass to get a turn, too. I’ve watched a few porn clips showing women getting fucked in the ass. It doesn’t look that hard to take a cock back there—I see teenage girls getting their tight little asses worked by big cocks. Surely, I thought, a grown woman could manage it. I’ll order a few bottles of lube; I’m going to need them if I want to take a cock in my ass.
• POUNDING MY ASS
It’s been about two weeks since we talked about my still-virgin ass. In the meantime, my own husband has been fucking me much better, too. The life lessons from my collection of guys have clearly done the trick. I suck his cock daily now, as I find swallowing semen incredibly arousing. It makes no difference to me anymore whether it comes from him or a stranger. always has a generous load of semen ready for my throat. My husband found his big, hard cock very arousing and even remarked once, “You know, I’d love to have a go on that cock myself.” I no longer question anything he says or any suggestions he makes. I’ve even dream about him sucking that big cock and swallowing every drop.
I’ve already been with all the guys numbered through , and I enjoy every cock that takes me hard. My husband no longer just sits in his chair jerking off while I get fucked; lately, he stands right next to us, jerking off and cumming all over me. He’s even become bold enough to spread my cheeks to help get more of the cock inside my pussy. Just recently, I heard him shouting, “Yes… yes… fuck that slut hard… deeper… deeper.” During sex, I am his slut, and lately, he makes that very clear. I don’t mind at all, because afterwards, I’m simply his wife again.
The moment has arrived: the box of lubricants I ordered has been delivered, and I’m both excited and curious to find out what it’s like to get fucked in the ass.
I’ve invited over because he has a large, circumcised cock that can penetrate my pussy really deeply. It won’t be easy, though, when he tries to put that circumcised cock into my ass. I had sent him a text message, immediately saying that he might want to give my asshole a good, hard pounding. He didn’t care that my husband would be there too. The moment has arrived: the doorbell rings, and heads upstairs with my husband. My husband recently said, “My God, has a massive cock; I’d love to jerk that big cock of his off.” I looked at him and said, “Maybe you should just suck him off; he certainly wouldn’t say no to that.” I’m increasingly getting the impression that my husband is bisexual and would love nothing more than to suck off a big cock and take the load. He doesn’t say it outright, but there are clear signs that it’s something he wants.
One of my ‘#’ guys once suggested that a swinger club might be right up our alley. “Sucking and fucking whoever you want, as much as you want, every weekend—that’s got to be the ultimate experience for you two,” he said.
I thought about it and jotted down a few swinger club phone numbers. I’m certain my husband could really let loose there on any pussy or cock—the very things he’s always talking about.
We’ve since joined three swinger clubs, because you don’t always want the same cock in your pussy or ass. My husband is having the time of his life; he’d much rather suck off a few big cocks than fuck a horny pussy.
My husband has turned into a real cock sucking slut. I’ve often pushed him deeper down onto a big cock, shouting, “Suck it, you slut—deeper, deeper!” When we’re in bed at home, we still swap stories while he jerks off his own big cock… I suck his balls dry, swallow it all, and we both drift off to sleep, fully satisfied.
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