I couldn’t believe what was going on. Was this my wife? Holy cow, this was awesome. I said, “I’m going to cum. I need to slow down, Sweetie.”
“No way! You can hang on a little longer… Give me that cock.” She whispered, “Is he watching? Oh fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck… This is so fucking hot!”
And with that, I buried everything I had into her tight little pussy. Unfortunately, it only took a few thrusts before I was ready to blow. I pulled out, straddled her face and she eagerly took my cock in her mouth, just as I exploded with my load. I came so hard I thought my balls might come out too. She sucked me dry, swallowing every drop. There was nothing new about that, though. Claire was always a champ when it came to swallowing. But this time she swallowed with a sense of urgency. She wanted more.
I was now finished, but she hadn’t cum yet. She was crazy with lust, begging me to eat her pussy. As I was licking her sweet box and sliding a couple fingers into her, it occurred to me that if I could keep her from cumming, I could own her sweet ass for the entire night. She wouldn’t like it, of course. When my Claire wants to cum, Claire cums. But I was in the power position here. I kept licking and finger fucking her, but every time she got close, I would stop. She knew I was teasing her and begged me to finish what I had started. “Pleeeeeease! Please let me cum!”
But I didn’t. Instead, I tortured her all the way to the restaurant. Paul must have thought she was the horniest slut in the world. When the car slowed down and took a turn, I suggested we regain our composure and prepare for our dinner date. “Oh my God!” she said. “You’re such a fucking asshole! Seriously??? Fucker…”
I found it amazing that she didn’t even try to cover herself up when she got dressed. Claire is VERY modest with her body. We were still scrambling to get our clothes on as the limo pulled into the restaurant. Paul was aware of this and kindly took his time in making his way back to open our door. Normally Claire would have been horribly embarrassed to face Paul after being naked and screwing in front of him, but she was still turned on, so she didn’t seem fazed. She even gave him a flirtatious smile and a wink as she left the car. She was in the rarest of forms.
Dinner conversation started out somewhat strained, but quickly turned to a recap of the drive. We both thought it was the hottest thing we had ever done.
“So what about the ride home?” I asked.
She raised her eyebrows, “You have some unfinished business to attend to, Mister.”
“I know Honey- I am sorry. I PROMISE I will finish you off on the way home. Were you embarrassed to be naked in front of Paul?”
“Umm, NO!” She laughed. “Couldn’t you tell how turned on I was? I was watching him watch me through the rear-view mirror. That was fucking HOT!”
My sweet, conservative Claire was not the innocent lady I had believed her to be. But she was quickly becoming the slut I had always dreamed of marrying.
We had trouble really enjoying our dinner because we were obsessing about the drive home. We ate quickly, paid our bill and called Paul to pick us up. I pulled him aside before he had a chance to seat us. I told him about the video camera under my seat and slipped him $20 to film us. “Just pull off somewhere secluded. My wife is so out of control, you might even get a blowjob out of it.” Paul smiled knowingly, nodded and discretely retrieved the camera before letting my wife and me in the limo.
After settling in for a minute or two, my wife leaned over and started kissing my neck. I went straight for her pussy and was amazed at how wet she still was. This was going to be one ride to remember. But as much as I wanted to just start fucking her, I also wanted to go a bit slower to give Paul a chance to drive to a secluded place. I bought some time by just kissing her, but she was clearly further along than that and was pushing for more. She made no secret about wanting to be fucked. Hard and now.
I finally felt the car slowing down and knew Paul must have found a suitable location to park. After a couple of slow turns, my wife figured out something was up. “What are we doing?” She whispered. “Why did he pull off the Interstate?”
“No idea,” I lied.
She gave me the look she reserves for when she knows she doesn’t have the whole story. I leaned back in and started kissing her neck. She was still concerned about the unscheduled stop, but couldn’t resist me. She was way too turned on at that point. I was really aggressive with her then in an attempt to distract her from what was about to happen. I had a couple of fingers inside of her, really working over that hungry pussy of hers. She didn’t react at all to the car stopping and didn’t seem to notice Paul had turned around in his seat and was pointing a video camera at us. Once he was in position I started to pull her clothes off. Without taking my mouth off of hers, I slid her straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down below her beautiful tits. This time I kept going. She accommodated my wishes by lifting her ass off the seat so I could pull the dress all the way down to her feet.
As I was removing her bra, she must have seen Paul with the camera because she just froze. In an attempt to avert disaster, I said, “It’s OK, Claire. It’s our camera. I asked him to film.”
The next five seconds were the longest of my life because I didn’t know if I had pushed things too far and ruined the fantasy. To my extreme relief, she reached down to unbutton my pants and I knew she was all in. She kicked the dress away from her feet and was completely naked. She got on her knees, took my pants down, and went to work on my dick. This was an incredible sight. Watching a stranger film my naked wife blowing me in a limo was better than I had hoped for. The good news is that I actually had some control because of cumming earlier in the evening. Based on the huge bulge in Paul’s pants, he was also enjoying the show.
After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to fuck her again. I lay down on my back on the floor of the car and had my wife get on top, cowgirl style, facing Paul. She slid easily down on my cock. My view was amazing. She was fucking me right in front of Paul and truly enjoying it. It took very little time before she was close to cumming again, so I pulled out to change positions. “Come on!” She complained. “I NEED to cum!”
I got behind her and pushed her onto all fours, facing Paul. I started fucking her doggy style and she really responded. I suddenly had the thought that this might be the perfect opportunity to introduce Paul’s cock. I silently motioned for him to pull his dick out, in the hope he’d go for that blowjob I had alluded to earlier. He didn’t need to be told twice. He reached his free hand down and unzipped his pants. He had some difficulty in retrieving his hard cock through his zipper, and when I saw it, I understood why. Paul was packing some major heat! He pulled out the thickest cock I had ever seen. At close to eight inches, it was long too- but the girth is what really stood out. Claire doesn’t have a big dick fantasy, but even she had to appreciate such an impressive specimen.
Claire didn’t notice Paul’s exposed prick at first. I could tell, however, when she stopped fucking me back that she must have spotted it. She only stopped for a second before regaining her rhythm, and then picking up the pace. She was careening violently toward her orgasm when I motioned for Paul to come closer, then pulled out again. She was out of her mind crazy with lust at that point. With Paul now directly in front of her, she reached out her hand and grabbed his fat cock. Panting hard, she turned her head back at me and said, “Are you sure about this? I mean, are you really sure you can handle this Dave?”
I smiled and reassured her, “Yes, Claire. I LOVE this!” She smiled excitedly at me and turned back to Paul. The next scene is burned in my mind for eternity. With both hands around his shaft, she pulled his cock to her mouth, and very unceremoniously- as if she had done this a thousand times, stretched her lips to accommodate his girth and fully engulfed his cock.
I wish I could impart to people the sheer weight of this moment for me. My sweet wife of five years, mother to our wonderful children, respected member of our society and soccer mom, had just quite happily put a stranger’s thick cock in her mouth for his pleasure. To this lucky guy she was blowing, she was just some other guy’s wife slut… Oh, that I lived to see this day.
Claire wasted no time in working over his cock. Using both hands, she was feverishly sucking it like a hungry slut. I took the video camera from Paul to catch the action. When this evening was over and Claire had come to her senses, she might never agree to something like this again. This might be a one-and-done situation and I didn’t want to miss a second of it. Paul was receiving one of my wife’s spectacular blowjobs. I had never been with anyone even close to the skills Claire has in this area. I loved watching another man experience this for the first time.
As much as I loved watching her perform orally on Paul, the coup de gras would be him fucking her. I needed to get her close to orgasm again to be confident of her acquiescence. I moved behind her and pushed my cock inside her dripping pussy. “Oh GOD!” She moaned. She had trouble focusing on Paul’s blowjob once my cock was pounding into her. I waited for her to get close to orgasm again and then I motioned for Paul and me to flip her around. With the precision of a pit crew, we quickly rotated her 180 degrees and I shoved my dick in her mouth before she could object. I watched with extreme anticipation as Paul slid his meaty cock slowly into her sopping wet pussy. “Oh my GOD!” She screamed. “Oh God, oh God… YES!”