Two weeks later and the huge change that this first incident had brought to our ****** was that Helen had managed to talk to and convince our girl to postpone her marriage for a year. She had told her that she needed to think seriously about it and that she would support her decision if she just took that time. Our girl somehow agreed, the only thing she got in return was that she was going to move in with her boyfriend.
Concerning the sex thing and our relationship, not a single word was spoken between us. Things were the same as before Paul fucked her but it was obvious that it was all a fake serenity and calmness. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I couldn’t take it out of my mind. I had gone down to the basement and had wanked a few times looking at her sex toys thinking of how she had used all of them. Sex between us hadn’t happened but it wasn’t like we were fucking like bunnies before the incident. Once a month was the top rate we would hit. I even wanked using her fishnet body suit , rubbing it all over my cock till I cummed so hard. I was feeling so bad every time I shot my load but a few hours later I wanted to go over once more, think of what had happened and wank.
I so wanted to talk to her about it but I didn’t even know how to start a conversation about it. I didn’t even know what she had in mind, how she thought of our future. She was behaving properly but rather cold towards me. Paul had been bugging me, asking me if there was going to be a second time but I was kindly refusing him, telling him we needed time to see where this was going. Almost a month later and the situation was unchanged till a normal evening trip to the shopping mall ignited the advancement. We were walking down one of the aisles of this huge shopping mall when I noticed one sex shop, the kind that sells lingerie and high tech sex toys. The devil got in me and I turned to Helen and asked her if she wanted me to buy her another outfit like the one she used to call an outfit for a slut.
“If you buy me one, I will have to behave like a slut again, right?” she answered with no hesitation and a smile that she didn’t try to hide.
I couldn’t believe she was so blunt about it. She was throwing the ball at my court, telling me that if I bought her such an outfit, she would fuck someone else again. It was definitely a sign that she hadn't regretted what had happened and more importantly, she wanted more of it. I took her hand in mine and led her in the shop. The deeper we walked in the more sex toys we could look at and the stairs led to a second floor where all kind of sexy, lewd, slutty outfits could be found. Red. Black pink, purple and all kinds of colours, lace, silk, satin and all kinds of fabric, panties, thongs, g strings and bras and corsets and all kinds of lingerie and even costumes were scattered on shelves and benches. It was truly a barrage of sexiness and lewdness.
“Do your best and pick the sluttiest!” I told her when I realised that she was lost in thoughts about what she would pick. “I will be outside arranging your slut date!”
“I ll do my best for Paul!” she said and leaned in to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips. “And for my beloved husband of course!”
I went back out and held my phone in hand. She had mentioned Paul, a clue that meant she had really enjoyed it. I didn’t need her to tell me, I mean watching how hard and deep she had cummed, how many times she had orgasmed with his cock in her were proof enough that she had enjoyed it. She was bold enough to say it, to admit in her own way that she wanted more of him and his cock. I also knew that Paul would come to the “rescue” in no time if I called him. He had been inquiring about it since it happened. The show would be awesome again. HIm being brutal to my wife and giving her what she needed. Making her have two awesome sex sessions in a month, two sessions that I hadn't been able to give her in years.
I didn’t want to call Paul though. I didn’t want to make it so easy to her. I didn’t want to give her the chance to enjoy it so much again. I started thinking of other guys that would probably agree to fucking her. Some neighbours, some coworkers, some friends of the local pub, there were a lot of candidates but I didn’t think I could persuade any of them with just a phone call like I had done with Paul.
A crazy idea came to my mind and it was so crazy that made my cock stiffen up so quickly in my jeans I had to hold my jacket over it so people wouldn’t notice. I sent a message to Helen telling her that the date was arranged and she should be dressed up for it coming out of the shop cause we were going straight to it. Another half an hour went by and there was Helen coming out with no apparent change on her looks besides her new high heels, a bright red colour on them, spiked heels and an ankle strap. I could see she had fishnet hose on but couldn’t see the rest as she was wearing her knee-long, plaid cotton brown overcoat.
“What you have under it?” I asked as she walked to me.
“What you asked for, a slut outfit!” she giggled, apparently turned on by the situation.
“What you need, not what I asked for!” I hissed at her and pulled her with me back to the car park. In the car we went and off we took.
“Are we not going home? This in not the way to our home!” she remarked when she realised iw as driving us to the opposite direction. Receiving no reply from me, she kept on trying to figure out where we were going. “Is Paul waiting for us somewhere else? Are we going to a motel? Where?”
I wasn’t replying to her, I wasn’t even looking at her. The plan I had in mind was devious and risky and I had second thoughts about it but I wasn’t going to stop. I didn’t want her to think I was a coward, on top of not being the best loved in the world like I had led her to believe till a month ago when Paul had shown her real sex.
Once in front of the gate of my work-place, Helen stopped asking things and I could see her face tensing up. It was well past 9 at night on a Saturday and I knew nobody would be at the office building besides two security guards. I could get in because I had a free pass due to my position, being the operations manager there. Once past the two guys at the gate, I drove to the underground garage and parked the car in the middle of it where I knew more than one of the security cams could spot it
“Will you ever tell me what is going on?” she asked as turned the ignition off. Her voice showed frustration and anxiety.
“You said you want to be a slut! What better place than a parking space to meet a bored, horny security guard that won’t mind fucking you to make his shift go by faster, huh?” I couldn’t believe I said these words, in such a manner. Addressing my beloved wife like a cheap slut was definitely not what I had in mind but it was how it came out.
“Guards? You mean the guys we saw when we entered?”
“Yes….I will go back to them and if you want to be a slut, just get out of the car and provoke them!” I said and got out of the car.
“Provoke them?” she asked leaning to the driver’s seat trying to stop me from getting away.
“That’s what sluts do, isn't it/” I said and walked away.
Ten minutes walk back to the security office at the entrance was like a 2 hours uphill struggle. I didn’t know what Helen was going to do. I didn’t really know what I wanted her to do. I didn’t even know if I wanted her to do anything or just wait in the car and stay there till I were back with nothing else happening. When I went into the security office, the two guys switched off the big 60” monitor that had all the cam recordings on it. I knew something was happening. A quick chit chat about work and the weather and I knew I have to ask what was going on. I knew I shouldn’t be too late finding out what Helen was doing or the chance would fly away.
“So are you two enjoying the show my wife is putting on?” I asked trying not to show any frustration or anger or jealousy in my voice, I wasn’t even sure she was putting on a show but I had to take the chance.
The two guards looked at each other, and the older one, a guy in his early 50s just nodded positively.
“Good show? Worth it?” I asked and glanced at the black screen.
A few seconds went by before the older guy turned the monitor back on and brought the camera that was showing my wife on full screen.
“What on earth is happening!” The phrase hit me again. I could clearly see my wife, the love of my life, mom to our only ********, strolling around the car, not wearing her overcoat any more. Just her new red heels, her black fishnet stockings and a basque. A nasque made of lace and silk from what I could see, bright red like the heels, hugging her waist tightly, her boobs poking out of the open cups and only long enough to just cover the top of her butt. The attached garter belt was holding her stockings up and there was no sign of panties on her. She was dancing it seemed and the guys told me that she had turned on the music on the car stereo. She was never much of a dancer but any lady dancing swaying and swinging her butt and flipping her tits right and left I guess it s good enough for anyone to get a hard on.
“Hope you guys don’t mind her doing that, right?” I tried to play cool while my wife was on display.
“I wouldn’t mind fucking her, boss!” the younger guy finally spoke, an athletic handsome, guy in his 20s, a guy you would call a “gift to the ladies”.
“Well, you know where she is,” I laughed, a fake laughter but still laughter.
The young stud didn’t need any more convincing. Off he went and I knew he would appear on the cams in no time. And so it happened. I saw Helen squatting on her high heels and smiling wide as she licked her lips. The camera was a high definition one, even colour one and I could clearly see what was happening. The young guard walked into the frame and I watched him unzip his pants and push them to his knees as my wife leaned in and started sucking him.
“I can zoom in!” the older guy told me as he was watching with the same devotion and attention I was.
“I know, I gave the go ahead to install the new CCTV system three months ago,”I joked and nodded for him to proceed.
I could then watch as if I were only 10-15 feet away from them. He had grabbed her ears and was holding her head steady as his cock was pistoning in and out of her mouth. In a more vulgar and brutal way than Paul’s, definitely more harsh than mine. The times his cock slipped out, he would use it to slap her face with it before forcing it back down her throat. Her face was a mess, a mixed coating of spit and precum as he continue abusing her cute mouth and lips.
I don’t know for how long he did that but he then lifted her up, practically held her high enough for her feet to be off the ground and pushed her against one of the building columns, He pulled her one leg high, bent his knees and in he went. His cock did have a huge impact as I watched her hold her mouth wide open as he started banging her cunt against the wall. We couldn’t hear them but I am sure they were moaning and shouting like animals on heat, their bodies getting sweaty, his ass glistening as he still had his uniform on but his pants down to his knees.
“He fucks her so good!” the old man next to me said and his voice me brought me back to reality, out of the trance I was in watching my wife being a slut.
“I never fuck her like that,” I said in a spurt of honesty and revelation.
He didn’t say anything back, he just kept stroking himself over his pants. He was so clearly turned on. The young guy lifted my wife in the air, the inside of his elbows under the inside of her knees, holding her up against the pillar as his cock continued stretching her cunt. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck and she was licking and kiss his ears, his forehead, his hair.
It seemed like Helen was reaching her limits, her face was all flushed up, she was barely holding onto the guy, the orgasms were hitting her one after the other if I judged by how she was kicking her legs in the air. The guy didn’t seem to run out of stamina though. He put her back on her feet and turned to push the trunk of my car open. Very quickly he made her bend over and got behind her. How lewd, how depraved, how low I thought, her bending over a car trunk, only her ass showing and the guy fucking her like it was the end of the world.
I saw her hand reaching out and holding a can of beer to hand to the young stud. She had found a six pack of beer cans, probably forgotten in the car from the last time we had been out shopping and she had given it to the guy. It was like she was reminding me of how it had went with Paul, it was like she was telling me in her own actions that she was loving it.
“Why don’t you go join them?” I asked the older guy.
“I won’t do her like he does!” the man kindly refused.
“It doesn't matter, just go and enjoy her!” I patted him on the back.
“What if someone comes?” he insisted on refusing and I insisted too.
“I will cover for you, go!” I said. “I am the manager here, don’t worry!” I encouraged him and sort of pushed him to walk. He didn’t need more convincing, grabbing his radio kit he took off.
The young stud was still l doing my Helen in the trunk when the older guy appeared, He had his cock out already and he said something to the younger guy. What on earth was I thinking about. Why was I shocked when I saw what the two guys did to my wife. I was the one that had encouraged them and urged them to go for it. I was the “criminal” mind behind it and my wife was the willing and talented slut on the receiving end. The older guy opened the passenger’s front door and he sat in, his knees out of the car as my wife leaned over and started sucking him off. The younger guy went behind her and resumed his routine, using her cunt for his swollen cock.
There she was, a lady of forty two years of age, a one man only lady till a month ago. Now she was a three men lady already and on top she was serving two at the same time. I was staring at the cam to spot a sign of her being annoyed or tired or wanting to get out of it but no. Not a single tiny sign. Instead it was oblivious she was loving it. Having two cocks at her disposal, fucked through mouth and pussy, being the centre of attention for two strangers.
I had my cock out and was stroking slowly, I knew that if I stroked faster I would cum. They both stood outside of the car next, my wife on her knees this time in front of them taking turns to suck on their cocks. I think they positioned themselves in a way that I could clearly see how well my wife was taking care of their cocks. Stroking them with both hands at the same time, turning her head right and left to suck their hard cocks in and slurp on them, She didn’t even stop when the older guy had her suck on his balls a he wanked. She had never even kissed my balls, saying that the pubic hair was such a put off.
The older guy apparently appreciated her oral skills on his balls as he started shooting his load. Jet after jet landing on her hair and she pulled away to get some in her mouth. The other guy was rubbing his steel rod frantically, ready to shoot his load when my wife looked at him, her mouth wide open as his cum flew in the air and landed on her tongue, exactly like a good porn cumshot scene. It was too much for me. My load came out, not following my logic or will just my lust. I shot all over a leather armchair in that office and I kept staring at the three of them as they laughed and pulled their pants up. I was quick to copy the file to a usb stick I always carried on my wallet and erased the evidence of my slut wife from the system. I didn’t exchange a single word with the guys when they showed up and I rushed to the car. Helen was bending over the bonnet of the car and smiled at me!
“Fuck me now!” she said like she had told me that time with Paul.
“I don’t want to fuck a slut!” I replied and nodded at her to get in the car.
She came in with slow motioned steps, through the coat on her as I drove back to the gate.
“Dont worry, we will clean up your mess, thank you!” the young guy told me as he opened the gate for me.
A couple of minutes later, my wife finally talked.
“Did you make a mess ? “ she said jokingly and reached for my crotch. “That s why you are soft now,” she squeezed my softie and giggled. “You came watching me!”
“I don’t know why!” I replied as I didn’t lie to her but I honestly didn’t know why.
“I don’t know either….why….I want more!” she smiled. “But I definitely want more!” she leaned in and planted a sloppy cummy kiss on my cheek.
“Because you are a slut?” I threw back at her as the odor of their cum hit me
“Because I felt I needed something different….and perhaps that was being a slut….and you let me try it….you planned for it….” she replied and her hand was stroking my crotch firmly, my cock coming back to life as I drove to our home.
“You didn’t give me any space to react….any time…any!” I tried to show her that she was wrong in her saying but her hand was working wonders.
It had gone from flaccid to semi hard in a matter of seconds, it went from semi hard to shooting cum in a few seconds too. I messed my underwear as she kept just squeezing my half hard cock.
“Now who wants me to be a slut more? You or I?” she asked as she pulled her hand away.
“It doesn't mean that….” I tried once again to excuse myself but in vain.
“Can we please forget about it? It is too much for me. We will talk about it later!” she cut me short and her voice was so serious.
I kept driving and we reached home in 10 minutes, her hitting the shower first and me following….wanking a third time in the row….cumming again….not knowing how things would advance…
Concerning the sex thing and our relationship, not a single word was spoken between us. Things were the same as before Paul fucked her but it was obvious that it was all a fake serenity and calmness. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I couldn’t take it out of my mind. I had gone down to the basement and had wanked a few times looking at her sex toys thinking of how she had used all of them. Sex between us hadn’t happened but it wasn’t like we were fucking like bunnies before the incident. Once a month was the top rate we would hit. I even wanked using her fishnet body suit , rubbing it all over my cock till I cummed so hard. I was feeling so bad every time I shot my load but a few hours later I wanted to go over once more, think of what had happened and wank.
I so wanted to talk to her about it but I didn’t even know how to start a conversation about it. I didn’t even know what she had in mind, how she thought of our future. She was behaving properly but rather cold towards me. Paul had been bugging me, asking me if there was going to be a second time but I was kindly refusing him, telling him we needed time to see where this was going. Almost a month later and the situation was unchanged till a normal evening trip to the shopping mall ignited the advancement. We were walking down one of the aisles of this huge shopping mall when I noticed one sex shop, the kind that sells lingerie and high tech sex toys. The devil got in me and I turned to Helen and asked her if she wanted me to buy her another outfit like the one she used to call an outfit for a slut.
“If you buy me one, I will have to behave like a slut again, right?” she answered with no hesitation and a smile that she didn’t try to hide.
I couldn’t believe she was so blunt about it. She was throwing the ball at my court, telling me that if I bought her such an outfit, she would fuck someone else again. It was definitely a sign that she hadn't regretted what had happened and more importantly, she wanted more of it. I took her hand in mine and led her in the shop. The deeper we walked in the more sex toys we could look at and the stairs led to a second floor where all kind of sexy, lewd, slutty outfits could be found. Red. Black pink, purple and all kinds of colours, lace, silk, satin and all kinds of fabric, panties, thongs, g strings and bras and corsets and all kinds of lingerie and even costumes were scattered on shelves and benches. It was truly a barrage of sexiness and lewdness.
“Do your best and pick the sluttiest!” I told her when I realised that she was lost in thoughts about what she would pick. “I will be outside arranging your slut date!”
“I ll do my best for Paul!” she said and leaned in to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips. “And for my beloved husband of course!”
I went back out and held my phone in hand. She had mentioned Paul, a clue that meant she had really enjoyed it. I didn’t need her to tell me, I mean watching how hard and deep she had cummed, how many times she had orgasmed with his cock in her were proof enough that she had enjoyed it. She was bold enough to say it, to admit in her own way that she wanted more of him and his cock. I also knew that Paul would come to the “rescue” in no time if I called him. He had been inquiring about it since it happened. The show would be awesome again. HIm being brutal to my wife and giving her what she needed. Making her have two awesome sex sessions in a month, two sessions that I hadn't been able to give her in years.
I didn’t want to call Paul though. I didn’t want to make it so easy to her. I didn’t want to give her the chance to enjoy it so much again. I started thinking of other guys that would probably agree to fucking her. Some neighbours, some coworkers, some friends of the local pub, there were a lot of candidates but I didn’t think I could persuade any of them with just a phone call like I had done with Paul.
A crazy idea came to my mind and it was so crazy that made my cock stiffen up so quickly in my jeans I had to hold my jacket over it so people wouldn’t notice. I sent a message to Helen telling her that the date was arranged and she should be dressed up for it coming out of the shop cause we were going straight to it. Another half an hour went by and there was Helen coming out with no apparent change on her looks besides her new high heels, a bright red colour on them, spiked heels and an ankle strap. I could see she had fishnet hose on but couldn’t see the rest as she was wearing her knee-long, plaid cotton brown overcoat.
“What you have under it?” I asked as she walked to me.
“What you asked for, a slut outfit!” she giggled, apparently turned on by the situation.
“What you need, not what I asked for!” I hissed at her and pulled her with me back to the car park. In the car we went and off we took.
“Are we not going home? This in not the way to our home!” she remarked when she realised iw as driving us to the opposite direction. Receiving no reply from me, she kept on trying to figure out where we were going. “Is Paul waiting for us somewhere else? Are we going to a motel? Where?”
I wasn’t replying to her, I wasn’t even looking at her. The plan I had in mind was devious and risky and I had second thoughts about it but I wasn’t going to stop. I didn’t want her to think I was a coward, on top of not being the best loved in the world like I had led her to believe till a month ago when Paul had shown her real sex.
Once in front of the gate of my work-place, Helen stopped asking things and I could see her face tensing up. It was well past 9 at night on a Saturday and I knew nobody would be at the office building besides two security guards. I could get in because I had a free pass due to my position, being the operations manager there. Once past the two guys at the gate, I drove to the underground garage and parked the car in the middle of it where I knew more than one of the security cams could spot it
“Will you ever tell me what is going on?” she asked as turned the ignition off. Her voice showed frustration and anxiety.
“You said you want to be a slut! What better place than a parking space to meet a bored, horny security guard that won’t mind fucking you to make his shift go by faster, huh?” I couldn’t believe I said these words, in such a manner. Addressing my beloved wife like a cheap slut was definitely not what I had in mind but it was how it came out.
“Guards? You mean the guys we saw when we entered?”
“Yes….I will go back to them and if you want to be a slut, just get out of the car and provoke them!” I said and got out of the car.
“Provoke them?” she asked leaning to the driver’s seat trying to stop me from getting away.
“That’s what sluts do, isn't it/” I said and walked away.
Ten minutes walk back to the security office at the entrance was like a 2 hours uphill struggle. I didn’t know what Helen was going to do. I didn’t really know what I wanted her to do. I didn’t even know if I wanted her to do anything or just wait in the car and stay there till I were back with nothing else happening. When I went into the security office, the two guys switched off the big 60” monitor that had all the cam recordings on it. I knew something was happening. A quick chit chat about work and the weather and I knew I have to ask what was going on. I knew I shouldn’t be too late finding out what Helen was doing or the chance would fly away.
“So are you two enjoying the show my wife is putting on?” I asked trying not to show any frustration or anger or jealousy in my voice, I wasn’t even sure she was putting on a show but I had to take the chance.
The two guards looked at each other, and the older one, a guy in his early 50s just nodded positively.
“Good show? Worth it?” I asked and glanced at the black screen.
A few seconds went by before the older guy turned the monitor back on and brought the camera that was showing my wife on full screen.
“What on earth is happening!” The phrase hit me again. I could clearly see my wife, the love of my life, mom to our only ********, strolling around the car, not wearing her overcoat any more. Just her new red heels, her black fishnet stockings and a basque. A nasque made of lace and silk from what I could see, bright red like the heels, hugging her waist tightly, her boobs poking out of the open cups and only long enough to just cover the top of her butt. The attached garter belt was holding her stockings up and there was no sign of panties on her. She was dancing it seemed and the guys told me that she had turned on the music on the car stereo. She was never much of a dancer but any lady dancing swaying and swinging her butt and flipping her tits right and left I guess it s good enough for anyone to get a hard on.
“Hope you guys don’t mind her doing that, right?” I tried to play cool while my wife was on display.
“I wouldn’t mind fucking her, boss!” the younger guy finally spoke, an athletic handsome, guy in his 20s, a guy you would call a “gift to the ladies”.
“Well, you know where she is,” I laughed, a fake laughter but still laughter.
The young stud didn’t need any more convincing. Off he went and I knew he would appear on the cams in no time. And so it happened. I saw Helen squatting on her high heels and smiling wide as she licked her lips. The camera was a high definition one, even colour one and I could clearly see what was happening. The young guard walked into the frame and I watched him unzip his pants and push them to his knees as my wife leaned in and started sucking him.
“I can zoom in!” the older guy told me as he was watching with the same devotion and attention I was.
“I know, I gave the go ahead to install the new CCTV system three months ago,”I joked and nodded for him to proceed.
I could then watch as if I were only 10-15 feet away from them. He had grabbed her ears and was holding her head steady as his cock was pistoning in and out of her mouth. In a more vulgar and brutal way than Paul’s, definitely more harsh than mine. The times his cock slipped out, he would use it to slap her face with it before forcing it back down her throat. Her face was a mess, a mixed coating of spit and precum as he continue abusing her cute mouth and lips.
I don’t know for how long he did that but he then lifted her up, practically held her high enough for her feet to be off the ground and pushed her against one of the building columns, He pulled her one leg high, bent his knees and in he went. His cock did have a huge impact as I watched her hold her mouth wide open as he started banging her cunt against the wall. We couldn’t hear them but I am sure they were moaning and shouting like animals on heat, their bodies getting sweaty, his ass glistening as he still had his uniform on but his pants down to his knees.
“He fucks her so good!” the old man next to me said and his voice me brought me back to reality, out of the trance I was in watching my wife being a slut.
“I never fuck her like that,” I said in a spurt of honesty and revelation.
He didn’t say anything back, he just kept stroking himself over his pants. He was so clearly turned on. The young guy lifted my wife in the air, the inside of his elbows under the inside of her knees, holding her up against the pillar as his cock continued stretching her cunt. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck and she was licking and kiss his ears, his forehead, his hair.
It seemed like Helen was reaching her limits, her face was all flushed up, she was barely holding onto the guy, the orgasms were hitting her one after the other if I judged by how she was kicking her legs in the air. The guy didn’t seem to run out of stamina though. He put her back on her feet and turned to push the trunk of my car open. Very quickly he made her bend over and got behind her. How lewd, how depraved, how low I thought, her bending over a car trunk, only her ass showing and the guy fucking her like it was the end of the world.
I saw her hand reaching out and holding a can of beer to hand to the young stud. She had found a six pack of beer cans, probably forgotten in the car from the last time we had been out shopping and she had given it to the guy. It was like she was reminding me of how it had went with Paul, it was like she was telling me in her own actions that she was loving it.
“Why don’t you go join them?” I asked the older guy.
“I won’t do her like he does!” the man kindly refused.
“It doesn't matter, just go and enjoy her!” I patted him on the back.
“What if someone comes?” he insisted on refusing and I insisted too.
“I will cover for you, go!” I said. “I am the manager here, don’t worry!” I encouraged him and sort of pushed him to walk. He didn’t need more convincing, grabbing his radio kit he took off.
The young stud was still l doing my Helen in the trunk when the older guy appeared, He had his cock out already and he said something to the younger guy. What on earth was I thinking about. Why was I shocked when I saw what the two guys did to my wife. I was the one that had encouraged them and urged them to go for it. I was the “criminal” mind behind it and my wife was the willing and talented slut on the receiving end. The older guy opened the passenger’s front door and he sat in, his knees out of the car as my wife leaned over and started sucking him off. The younger guy went behind her and resumed his routine, using her cunt for his swollen cock.
There she was, a lady of forty two years of age, a one man only lady till a month ago. Now she was a three men lady already and on top she was serving two at the same time. I was staring at the cam to spot a sign of her being annoyed or tired or wanting to get out of it but no. Not a single tiny sign. Instead it was oblivious she was loving it. Having two cocks at her disposal, fucked through mouth and pussy, being the centre of attention for two strangers.
I had my cock out and was stroking slowly, I knew that if I stroked faster I would cum. They both stood outside of the car next, my wife on her knees this time in front of them taking turns to suck on their cocks. I think they positioned themselves in a way that I could clearly see how well my wife was taking care of their cocks. Stroking them with both hands at the same time, turning her head right and left to suck their hard cocks in and slurp on them, She didn’t even stop when the older guy had her suck on his balls a he wanked. She had never even kissed my balls, saying that the pubic hair was such a put off.
The older guy apparently appreciated her oral skills on his balls as he started shooting his load. Jet after jet landing on her hair and she pulled away to get some in her mouth. The other guy was rubbing his steel rod frantically, ready to shoot his load when my wife looked at him, her mouth wide open as his cum flew in the air and landed on her tongue, exactly like a good porn cumshot scene. It was too much for me. My load came out, not following my logic or will just my lust. I shot all over a leather armchair in that office and I kept staring at the three of them as they laughed and pulled their pants up. I was quick to copy the file to a usb stick I always carried on my wallet and erased the evidence of my slut wife from the system. I didn’t exchange a single word with the guys when they showed up and I rushed to the car. Helen was bending over the bonnet of the car and smiled at me!
“Fuck me now!” she said like she had told me that time with Paul.
“I don’t want to fuck a slut!” I replied and nodded at her to get in the car.
She came in with slow motioned steps, through the coat on her as I drove back to the gate.
“Dont worry, we will clean up your mess, thank you!” the young guy told me as he opened the gate for me.
A couple of minutes later, my wife finally talked.
“Did you make a mess ? “ she said jokingly and reached for my crotch. “That s why you are soft now,” she squeezed my softie and giggled. “You came watching me!”
“I don’t know why!” I replied as I didn’t lie to her but I honestly didn’t know why.
“I don’t know either….why….I want more!” she smiled. “But I definitely want more!” she leaned in and planted a sloppy cummy kiss on my cheek.
“Because you are a slut?” I threw back at her as the odor of their cum hit me
“Because I felt I needed something different….and perhaps that was being a slut….and you let me try it….you planned for it….” she replied and her hand was stroking my crotch firmly, my cock coming back to life as I drove to our home.
“You didn’t give me any space to react….any time…any!” I tried to show her that she was wrong in her saying but her hand was working wonders.
It had gone from flaccid to semi hard in a matter of seconds, it went from semi hard to shooting cum in a few seconds too. I messed my underwear as she kept just squeezing my half hard cock.
“Now who wants me to be a slut more? You or I?” she asked as she pulled her hand away.
“It doesn't mean that….” I tried once again to excuse myself but in vain.
“Can we please forget about it? It is too much for me. We will talk about it later!” she cut me short and her voice was so serious.
I kept driving and we reached home in 10 minutes, her hitting the shower first and me following….wanking a third time in the row….cumming again….not knowing how things would advance…
