So I got a couple requests for a story about my current husband, who’s always been pretty…adventurous. I met him through work, but we (sadly) didn’t get together until after I divorced my first husband. The first time we fucked was just chemical. It was so carnal, and he was rough, controlling. There’s so much more to our relationship, but I’ll leave it with this story about a year after we met!
One of his friends threw a giant pool party. There must have been a hundred people there. The house and pool were huge, with a guest house in the corner. “Nick,” my husband, bought me a black one piece swimsuit, with a V-neck that plunged almost to my navel, and almost exposed my pierced nipples. I had accompanied him to the party with the express order to act like his dirty little trophy wife, and I happily obliged, striding down the patio soaking wet, attracting the looks of all the men nearby. I flirted with a couple of them while I got a drink from the bar, leaning on it so they could watch my breasts nearly slip out of the fabric. Nick loved watching me act slutty.
He was eyeing me hungrily as I walked back to the side of the pool, margarita in hand. He had an intense look on his face, and I knew another order was coming.
He nodded at a guy on the other side of the pool–thin but built, blue-eyed, looking awkward.
“That’s Ben,” he said. “He told me the other day he hasn’t gotten laid in a year. I want you to blow him. Looks like he needs it.”
My eyes trailed down to Ben’s crotch, which looked pretty decent in his swim trunks. My pussy tightened at the thought of sucking him off–and doing it because my husband ordered me to. It was so hot.
So I got in the pool and waded over to him, sneakily rubbing my nipples so they pressed through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. Ben immediately perked up, and I leaned on the edge of the pool so he could look down my cleavage.
“You must be Nick’s wife,” he said politely, which was pretty cute. I shook his hand, leaning forward enough that my nipple peeked out of my swimsuit. I saw his crotch immediately swell, and he turned red, shifting.
“Do you want to see them?” I asked. “I’ll show them to you. And I’ll suck you off, too. Nick says you need it.”
It took a lot more convincing than I had expected. There was a lot of I-could-never’s and you’re-my-friend’s-wife’s on his part. When he finally believed that Nick and I were serious, he meekly suggested the guest house, which looked empty.
We carefully snuck into the mud room, and I got on my knees. Ben leaned against the washer, watching entranced as I shrugged the straps of my swimsuit down, freeing my breasts. He stared at them while I yanked down his trunks, exposing his cock, which was rock hard and surprisingly big. I gripped his shaft, pumping him a few times, and he swore, leaning his head back.
Showtime. I didn’t give him time to get used to things, but took his whole cock in my mouth. I gagged a little, and immediately began to blow him, bobbing my head back and forth while he moaned, gripping the edge of the washer. His cock hit the back of my throat, and my pussy became slick. I imagined his cock in me, filling me up and fucking me hard.
He grabbed my head then, tangling his fingers in my hair, and began to fuck my mouth–gently, which was sweet. He was moaning, swearing, and I dug my nails in his thighs while he fucked. I slipped my hand under my swimsuit and stroked my clit, feeling my pussy gush hot on my fingers.
“Let me come on your tits,” he moaned–I guess lack of sex made things quick. I immediately slid his cock from my mouth, leaning back and cupping my tits for him. He stroked himself until he came, spraying cum all over my tits. Then he tucked himself back into his shorts, and helped me up from the floor, which was so cute. He looked sheepish, and I kissed him on the cheek.
I wasn’t sure what to do about all the cum on my chest, so I decided to ask Nick. I put my tits away, got back in the pool and waded over. Nick was waiting, looking horny as fuck, and I showed him my chest. I could tell he was even more turned on, seeing Ben’s cum on my chest.
“I didn’t tell you he could come on your tits,” he said.
“Am I in trouble now?” I pouted, and he grinned.
“Yes. I’ll have to punish you when we get back.”
There’s more that happened later–in which we caught up with Ben again–that I’ll probably post soon! But yes, that’s my husband!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k32ii7/the_time_my_husband_ordered_me_to_blow_his_friend