I never even looked at the guy as the two men just talked about nothing. How could I? I finally looked up at my husband and just stared at him. He saw my look and that’s where it finally began. He reached down and kissed me with all the passion and heat that I remembered from our forced sex role playing. He then shoved his hand down my shirt not even unbuttoning any buttons. I grabbed his wrist but he pulled away from kissing me and said “let go.” I did and he shoved his hand down my bra squeezing my bare nipples that were already rock hard. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I was busted! It was like a guy having a hard-on trying to tell his buddies that he wasn’t turned on. Yeah right.
Hubby then stood up, took his cock out, put his hand behind my head pulling me forward until he had his cock down my throat as far as I could take it. I don’t know why my mouth just opened but he was fucking my face for only a moment when I felt another hand pulling at my shirt and undoing my buttons. The stranger then pulled my shirt off making me loose contact with the cock in my mouth.
I was pushed to the back of the couch while this guy opened my bra and started sucking on my breasts one after another, tweaking one while his tongue did magic on the other. He wasn’t gentle either. He didn’t care how it felt to me, he just wanted to get as much out of the slutty little housewife that he could. I was just a slut, a whore to be played with and tossed to the side until next time. Apparently this guy had full permission to use me as he saw fit and my body for some reason just laid there and let him.
This was happening so fast that only 10 minutes had passed since he walked into my home with every intention of fucking this naive, innocent housewife. My mind was racing as I felt my jeans being unbuttoned and pulled off my hips along with my wet panties. I didn’t know how to resist nor did my body want me to. Again, my body was taking over and my mind was being pushed to the side.
Before my jeans were even off my legs, the stranger had his mouth over my pussy, his tongue trying to reach my most inner recesses between the swollen lips. I know a tongue can only go so far but it felt much bigger in my state of mind. I was folded in half with my knees by my ears as he tasted my most personal spot. My husband helped out by removing my shoes and finally my jeans along with the panties were tossed to the floor. I could feel my ankle getting wet from the juice which had soaked into my panties as he removed them.
This guy entered my home only 10 minutes ago and my clothes were already in a pile on the floor. I wasn’t even resisting! Maybe I was a whore and didn’t know it yet. Sure seemed like I was learning and fast. My first orgasm hit hard! I’m not sure but I think he got a nice beard full of my pussy juice sprayed at him, good for me.
So here I was meeting a total stranger. Scratch that. I had not even met this guy and yet here he was between my legs with his tongue licking me out like a man who hadn’t had a drink in a week. He mauled my tits and squeezed my nipples a little too hard. It all felt so wrong yet I couldn’t muster the strength to do anything about it.