TRUE STORY

This happened about 15 years ago.

My then-wife was a hot blonde 40-year old milf babe.
We often went to the rooms at the back of the local video store, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend.

She never wore panties or bra.
Nothing but a pair of 6" pumps and a very short pull-over mini dress that clung to her body, made her nipples hard, and barely came to the top of her thighs.
When she walked in the video store she was always instantly the focus of every eye.

She loved it, lazily strolling down the aisles, hips and ass in smooth sway, window shopping the toys and movies, bending over to check a low rack, or making some sexy comment to me about something she liked when she fucked that was usually loud enough for for most to hear.

This time there was something different. She seemed overly exhibitionist.
I noticed two big black guys that came in immediately after us and who drifted off in different directions.

We rented the room and she went after me like a vixen, more so than usual.
She used way more lube than usual and soon had it everywhere..the couch..the TV..the remote.
Besides on my cock, in her c**t, and in her ass.

She had me in her immediately, no foreplay, pounded me hard, and made me cum in her with minutes.
When she did that there was no holding back.
Her pussy was that good and she could really work it when she wanted.

But then, she slipped my dick out of her pussy, and while it was still dripping with cum and lube she immediately put it in her mouth and started sucking.
In no time she had me hard again.
She lubed it up and this time put it into her ass, working it until I came again.

I went to work on her c**t, fingering her clit and then her g-spot, to return the effort with some good orgasms of her own, but she pulled away, saying she was fine and maybe we should go.
I started to protest but she shooed me and said she'd be fine.

We went out to pay at the desk.
There was a line, behind where a customer reviewing a video charge on his account with the desk clerk.
Then the room attendant came out, complaining that we had left our room messy and someone needed to go back in and clean it up before we could check out.

So I went back in and cleaned up while she held our place in line.
Upon returning, she excused herself saying she had to go to the ladies room.
The same customer was still holding up the line, arguing now with the desk clerk over charges on his account he now claimed not to have made.

This continued while a series of pounding noises began to come from the back hallway.
My wife had not returned from the ladies room.
The noises increased and it became clear that they were coming from the restrooms in the hall.
Finally, I got to the counter and paid the bill.
I immediately went to the ladies room, which was now silent.
The men's room door opened and the two black guys I'd noticed come in behind us came out and passed me.

I watched them leave and then went into the men's room.
My wife was standing up in one of the stalls, nude except for her pumps, groggily holding her pull-over dress, her skin flushed, cum oozing from her c**t and running down her legs.
Trying to put the dress over her head, she noticed me standing there and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I just wanted to do something daring... wow... I guess I did.."
I helped her with her pull on her dress.
She put my hand on her dripping pussy and pushed her pelvis against it.
She french-kissed me and clung to me, then was all over me as we walked out, as if to show everyone there she was mine or something.

She rode home apologizing the entire way.
She pulled her dress up and licked her fingers after putting them into her wet pussy, then put mine her and licked them too.
Then she sucked my cock the last couple of miles to the house.

We hardly got in the front door before she had my cock out and in her c**t.
She worked it slow and lazily.

I had been upset at being made to look like a fool in public.
But the feel of her c**t, wet with several loads of cum and wide open from hard fast fucking felt even hotter than it normally did.
I came again, fucked her and came in her yet again 10 minutes later, and then stayed in her off and on, slow fucking her c**t for another hour and half.
She told me just keep fucking her all night.

The next day, I asked for their names.
She gave me a guilty look, then shrugged and pulled out her little phone book.
I told her what to say and she quivered with delight as one of them answered.

"My husband said I can fuck you anytime I want.
Just so its here in our bed.
And just so I call him right after you cum in me."

There was a pause as she listened to his response.
She made a face at me like he was a dumb-ass.

"Yes.. I like the idea. I think it's really hot.
And no no, he's no cuckold. He.. um.. thinks outside the box... pardon the pun..."

She was standing there nude with her hand on her hip.
I got down on my knees and started licking her c**t lips.
She let her tongue slip out between her lips.
Then she said, "Ok, that's fine."
And hung up.

"They're coming over tomorrow." she put her arms around me. "This is going to be soooo sexy this way."

The two of them came over twice after that when I wasn't home.
She called me both times and loved talking to me full of cum.
The second time she fingered her cum-filled pussy while she talked, giggling and oooing and ahhing.
Big turn on for both of us and she couldn't wait to fuck me when I got home.

The second time, she said, they weren't as thrilled, weren't so into it.
Then they just stopped calling.
I guess the clandestine turn-on of it all was gone.
Or the danger factor was gone.
Or they just didn't like not being in control.

But it was just the beginning of her new sex phone calls to me.
It was such a super-huge turn-on for her and for me too.
We both would get excited when she would call me with a load of another guy's cum in her pussy.

Now anytime she was not with me she could be totally spontaneous.
If she got hit on by a hot guy or saw a guy she just really wanted, she could go for it.
It did not happen that often.
But it was not a rarity either.

And it actually deepened and added a creative twist to our own sex life.
And there was never a problem with secrets again.