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Amy wasn't content to stay home like other women. Not that her husband Ian noticed. The United States wasn't what she'd expected - and when her husband's work relocated them, their sex life had fizzled. Traveling across Australia, Italy, France, and Spain in their first years as a newlywed duo, they'd had sex five to ten times a week. But now that they stayed in one country, The United States? Amy sustained herself on wife/whores' fantasies in Ian's absence.
A thirsty wife, sex filled her thoughts. She craved five sets of hands roving over her body - but of course, as she pushed her shopping cart through the store, she buried her lust. As usual, people - guys, girls, others - admired her legs in her pencil skirt. She loved the attention. She was a hot wife, ready for action. Why'd Ian ignore her? She had half a mind to ask anyone with resources to do something - anything! - to satiate her. She let slut wife fantasies and naughty daydreams press against her clit. Rounding a corner, her cart collided with Mark, her neighbor, who was the textbook description of a fantasy man: tan, always reading English books, into woodworking.
Customers parted around them as they made small talk. God, he was hot. Embodying her inner slutwife, she bent down in front of him, less than twelve inches from his cock, to browse the drinks' product selection, touching a random item on the shelf. 'Any recommendations?'
His eyes traced her hips before he knelt beside her, murmuring categories and descriptions, telling her the price and reviews for this drink and that. 'A lot of clubs purchase this one - I'm the CEO of a liquor company, so I'd better know.'
For all she cared, the guy could be a billionaire or have zero currency to his name. She was dripping for him, amazed that she was suddenly one of those wife-whores with five seconds of self-control. Somehow, she stood. Wife. She was a wife. Her relationship would never recover from an error like cheating. Some boundaries were the sort you didn't cross. She let the moment end. But still, the idea of Mark lingered, giving definition to her fantasy as she pondered payment methods at checkout. On the way home, the thought of his hands still pulsed inside her.
A few days later, she stood on her balcony - a site where, in fact, she could watch Mark reading outside. He glanced up, as if he could feel the silent language of her hunger for sex.
Just then, Ian surprised her, grabbing her hips from behind. Mark's eyes stayed on them as her husband traced his fingers over her breasts, tweaking her rock hard nipples. Her husband spoke. 'This marriage hasn't satiated you - my hungry slut wife.'
His words shocked her. Her husband never took part in getting dirty, even though she'd begged him for a wife swap, a wife share, anything, since before the wedding where she became his bride. Her hubby had never ceded to her desires. But now? he seemed to relish it - even the setting. 'You like our friend watching?' He kissed her neck. 'Want him to join?'
Sex acts flickered across her vision. Two men at once? Breath ragged, she nodded.
He smiled. 'Baby girl of mine, here's the deal. Mark and I became friends recently - and let's just say I shared some personal details with him in an email, inviting him to an intimate dinner party tonight. Just us three. He said yes.' Grabbing her ass in one hand, he continued. 'You've asked me for this for so long - so how about a 'community' activity: a threesome. Have sex with Mark. The only catch? I order you two around. Questions?'
Her heart rate jumping from 0.00 to overdrive, she shook her head. She didn't need any information - only to receive his gifts as fast as possible. Bringing her inside, her husband kissed her deep. Through the windows, she noticed Mark wasn't in his yard. She was ready to become the wife whores dreamt of.
Downstairs, Mark had already let himself in. The table was set as if for a ritual, an array of sexy items on display. She was quivering, ready for his sex. Ian sank into a dining chair and poured himself a glass of wine, and shared their safewords with Mark.
'Good.' Mark whispered, 'I want to know you're loving every second of this, Amy. Because fair warning: I won't hold back in delivering pleasure.'
The space between her legs was throbbing by the time Ian spoke. 'Strip for us, Amy. Give our guest a preview of what lies ahead.' Playing the role of an obedient wife, she stripped down to her lacy panties, grateful she'd shaved the day before. Mark's breath shuddered, and she could see his cock straining against his pants.
'Feel how wet she is.'
Mark obeyed Ian in an instant, and locking eyes with her, Mark's fingers found their way to her sex, cupping her over her lacy panties, which were soaking wet. Was she humiliated, or more turned on than she'd ever been? Amy couldn't say.
'God,' Mark whispered. 'You have such a hot wife.'
'Lay back on the table, Amy.'
Ian didn't have to ask twice. Mark slipped off Amy's panties, and at Ian's request, drizzled honey on her inner thigh. 'Now lick it off.' Amy's skin was burning under his touch, her clit throbbing as Ian traced a lazy line along the crease of her inner thigh.
At her husband's next command, Amy moaned out loud. 'Mark, make her cum.'
His tongue traced closer and closer to Amy's clit until he made steady circles around her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. Ian stood and blindfolded Amy, then turned her head to the edge of the table. She felt his cock pressing against her lips, and thought she'd die of pleasure - this was the kind of wife she'd wanted to be all along, and she hungrily started in on a blowjob as she bucked against Mark's mouth. The pressure in her built and built, and she moaned with Ian's cock filling her mouth, until she cried out, stars bursting behind her eyes, in the hardest orgasm of her life.
Her husband's breath shuddered, but his words were even. 'I want you to fuck her, Mark.' He looked down at Amy, who still had him in his mouth. 'Do you want to have sex with him?' She nodded, whimpering and blind.
Amy's hips already at the end of the table, Mark rolled a condom on and entered her wet pussy, sliding in and out while rubbing her clit, faster and faster. As she moaned, Ian came, her mouth filling with his seed, and he held her arms down, mouth devouring hers, as Mark kept pounding until the fullness burst in her again, pushing Mark over the edge, who cried out once and shuddered on top of her.
It was the best sex of her life. Ian bit her earlobe. 'Anything you want to say, little slut wife?'
Breathless, she managed. 'Thanks for this gift - such an experience...' She trailed off.
'We're just getting started.'
Amy moaned.
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