Thankfully we arrived back at the house. We all went in. I headed to the bedroom to drop off my purse and change out of my dress. As I reached the door I had a dirty thought.
“Hey guys,” I called and then with my back to them. Then I pulled my dress up over my ass and walked through the bedroom door. I could almost feel all eyes upon me and I could also feel my heart beating a mile a minute. I closed the door, leaned against it, and tried to catch my breath.
I decided to change into my jammies, a long t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. I walked back into the living room. All the guys were sitting around and they all had drinks.
“No drink for me?” I pouted.
“I’ll get it,” said Brian and jumped up to get me one.
“I don’t know,” said Kip, “we were kinda hoping you weren’t wearing panties again.”
“How do you know I am?” I teased.
“Well, I guess I could feel,” said Kip, “or even better, take the shorts off.”
“No one is feeling my ass,” I said.
Then I walked up to Bill and stood in front of him. Looking him in the eye, back towards the other men, I said, “and the only person besides me that I let take my shorts off, is my husband.”
Brian handed me my drink. I took a big gulp. “So if he wanted my shorts off, he’d have to take them off.”
Bill sat there looking at me. We looked at each other for what seemed an eternity. Then without losing my gaze he leaned forward, slid his hands up under my shirt and grabbed the band of my shorts.
“You sure?” I asked.
Without answering he started to push my shorts down over my hips and ass. He then let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them. My pussy was practically dripping, I could not believe he actually did it. I could barely breathe. I just stood there looking at him stupidly. Luckily my shirt was very long and covered my ass.
I looked back over my shoulder, “Happy?” I asked no one in particular.
“Not fair,” Kip protested. “We still don’t know if you’re wearing panties.”
I laughed. “Oh well.”
Then I bent over to pick up my shorts. Knowing my shirt would slide up and show a little bit of my ass.
“You’ll probably never know,” I laughed.
“You could be wearing a thong,” Kip challenged.
“I could be,” I replied. “You’ll just have to wonder.” Then looking at my husband I said, “I’m going to bed, coming?”
I walked to the bedroom door and then, again stopping in the doorway. I turned my head and looked at the guys, smiling. I pulled my shirt up over my ass to my waist showing off my naked ass.
“Better?” I teased. Then I walked into the room and shut the door.
God my nipples were hard, my pussy was practically dripping down my legs, and I was having a hard time catching my breath. I just stood there in the room looking at myself in the mirror.
Luckily the door opened behind me and Bill came in. I looked at him for a second, I dropped to my knees in front of him and undid his shorts. I pulled them down and as I did his cock sprang out. It was hard as a rock. I took it in my hand, opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it.
It felt so good. I continued to lick and suck it while looking Bill in the eye. I stopped for a moment. Still holding his cock.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“More than you know,” he answered.
“You liked me showing my ass off?” I continued.
“Yes,” he replied.
Why?” I asked and took his cock back in my mouth.
“I can’t really explain it. It’s kind of like making people envious of me knowing what a sexy hot wife I have,” he said. “How did it make you feel?”
“Well,” I thought a bit, “It obviously made me horny. It made me feel wanted, lusted after. I liked that feeling. You make me feel that way all the time, but it’s nice to know others find me desirable. You didn’t think it was a bit, you know, slutty?”
“Maybe,” he answered, “but I think I liked that, the guys knowing my wife can be slutty.”
I pushed him down so he was sitting on the bed. I pulled off his shirt and shorts. Then I pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him. I guided his cock into my pussy.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned. I started fucking myself on his cock.
“So, it turned you on to show your ass off to my friends?” he teased.
“Yes,” I responded, “you can’t tell how wet I am? It obviously turned you on too, seeing your wife act a little slutty.”
Yes,” he moaned.
So you like having a slut wife,” I teased while slowly riding his cock.
“Yes,” he moaned again.
“Oh,” I teased, “how slutty?”
“As slutty as you want,” he replied.
I kept fucking him.
“So, were you trying to show them my pussy?” I asked. I started riding him harder.
“Yes,” he moaned.
“Would you have liked your slutty little wife to show off her pussy?” I whispered in his ear.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned and started thrusting his hips and driving his cock into me.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, “all your friends seeing my pussy. Me, letting them, like a little slut.”
“Oh fuck,” he made a guttersl sound.
“No more talk,” I breathed. “I need to be fucked.”
He flipped me on my back and started ramming his cock into me.
“Fuck yes, fuck me. Fuck your little slut wife. Give me that hard cock. Fuck I’m so wet. That feels so good.”
He continued pounding me with his cock.
“You like that you slut,” he hissed. “You liked showing off your ass. You wanted to show off more, didn’t you.? You like being fucked hard, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” I replied. “Fuck your slutty little wife. I loved showing off. Give me that cock. I love hard cock,” I practically yelled. I forgot other people were in the house.
He flipped me over and pushed my head and chest to the bed. He entered me from behind and started pounding my pussy.
“I know you loved it. You wanted me to show off your ass didn’t you? You wish I’d pulled up your shirt instead of you doing it yourself,” he said as he pounded me. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes, I wanted you to show me off. I wanted you to pull off my shirt and show me off,” I continued. I don’t know where that came from but at the moment, being fucked, that’s how I felt.