“Do you want me to show them what a slut my wife can be,” he continued.
“Yes, fuck me, fuck your slut, use your slut, show your friends what a slut I can be.”
At that point I started to cum.
“Of fuck, I’m cumming, fuck me, fuck your slut hard. God yes, fuck me, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” I screamed as my orgasm washed over me.
He continued to pound me.
“Cum for me. Cum in me, cum on me, cum for your slutty little wife,” I continued. I wanted to feel him cum. “Yes, fuck me, give me that cock, god I love being fucked hard.”
I felt his body stiffen. I could feel his hot cum fill me up. With the feeling of him cumming another orgasm washed over me.
“Fuck yes, oh my god, I love your cum. I love it when you cum for your slut,” I moaned.
I felt his cock soften, he fell out of me and flopped on the bed beside me. I kissed him and then looked at his cock, glistening with a mixture of his and my cum. I bent down, took him in my mouth. I liked the way he tasted and licked him clean, then fell asleep with my head on his chest.
I woke up, the sun was shining and Bill was not in bed. I still had my t-shirt on. I was covered and I walked out of the bedroom, all four guys were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast. They were dressed for golf. I had forgotten they had a morning tee time.
“Good morning.” I greeted them. “When are you leaving?”
They all wished me a good morning and told me they were leaving in five minutes to get there tee time.
Then Kip added, “did you have a nice night last night ”
I realized that we were probably noisy enough that everybody heard us. I think my face blushed red, but I tried to keep my cool.
“Yes, I had a very nice night last night. Thank you very much.”
Kip, always the bold one, then said, “so, are you wearing panties today? ”
I should’ve been taken aback by his forwardness, but instead, I just laughed. “Never you mind if I’m wearing panties.” Then I added, “I’m going shopping today. What do you guys want for dinner?”
Brian jumped in, “why don’t we grill some steaks for dinner?”
“OK,” I replied, “I will pick up some steaks for dinner anything else we need”
“Only to know if you’re wearing panties,” Kip said.
“You better get going or you’re gonna miss your tee time,” I answered.
The guy laughed and left to play golf.
As I stood there, I realized that I had wanted to show them whether I was wearing panties or not. The idea of showing off was exciting me.
I went and took a shower and got dressed. I put on a little T-shirt that showed a little bit of belly, a pair of little blue panties, and a pair of short white shorts. I didn’t bother with a bra. I looked in the mirror. I looked good. I looked like a cute suburban housewife.
I headed out to the downtown area and spent the time checking out the shops. I bought a few little things for me but nothing special. On the way home I stopped at the grocery store and picked up a few steaks and some corn on the cob for dinner.
I got home just a little bit before I knew the boys would be home. It was just about dinner time. I threw the steaks and corn on the grill and started to set the table for dinner. As I was setting the table the guys showed up. They stepped in right away to help me.
As we were setting the table, Kip looked at me and said, “you look great, are you wearing panties tonight?”
“Who knows,”I laughed. “You’ll have to ask my husband later”
The steaks were finally done, and we all sat down for dinner. The conversation was pleasant, and nothing out of the ordinary after we all cleaned up and went to sit in the living room. That’s when Kip again asked, “so are you wearing panties”
I walked over to Bill and stood in front of him. “If he wants you to know, Bill will tell you,” I said.
“Or he could show us,” Kip responded.
I looked at Bill and challenged him, “do you want to show your friends whether I’m wearing panties or not?”.
I looked him in the eyes as he reached out to unbutton my shorts. “Well guys, I guess you’re gonna find out,” I teased.
I felt him unbutton and unzip my shorts. I could feel myself getting wetter as he undid them.
“What kind of wife lets her husband show off her panties?” I asked him.
“A slutty one,” he replied.
“Do you want your friends to think I’m a slut?” I teased as he grabbed the waist of my shorts.
“Yes,” he said as he pulled my shorts down over my hips.
As he pulled my shorts down over my ass I wiggled my ass for the guys’ entertainment.
My shorts hit the floor and I stepped out of them. “Tada,” I put my arms in the air and wiggled my ass. “See, panties.”
There was a moment of silence and then, “Boooooo.”
Of course. It was Kip. “What?” I said in a pouty voice, “you don’t like my panties?”
“Oh no,” he said, “you look great in them. We were just kinda hoping you weren’t wearing any.”
“You can see plenty of my ass with them on,” I replied.
“I know,” he said, “but it’s so much sexier without.”
“Well,” I said, still facing my husband, “if they’re going to come off, my husbands going to have to take them off.” Then I said to Bill,” what do you want baby, do want my panties off? Do you want your friends to see your wife being that slutty?”
There was a silence in the room. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I don’t think I was breathing. I was kinda glad I was wearing panties because right then my pussy was dripping wet.
Bill smiled at me and blew me a kiss. Then he reached out, took my panties by the band, and pushed them to the ground. There I was naked from almost the ribs down looking at my husband with three of his friends behind me looking at me.
I was so horny, I wanted Bill to fuck me right then. I didn’t care if his friends were there. It took all my willpower not to start masterbating right then and there.
“Is that better?” I said, still looking straight at Bill.
“That’s nice,” said Kip, “but would be even better if you bent over.”
“Hmmm,” I said to Bill, “I think your friends want to see my pussy.”
I bent over and put my hands on Bill’s shoulders and my feet about a foot apart, “like this?” I said.
“Wow,” I heard Brian exclaim.
“Is this what you wanted baby? Your slut wife showing off her pussy? Do you like this?” I cooed.
In answer he pulled my face to him and kissed me.
Then I felt a hand on my ass. I knew only Kip would be that bold.
“Baby? I think your friend Kip is rubbing my ass,” I said.
Bill just looked past me and smiled.