Anonymous Fuck For My Wife [MFM]

Anne wobbled precariously. She was dressed conservatively, in a white blouse and a tight black pencil skirt, with black heels. She looked like a well-dressed secretary, except for being bent double over a stool that was just a little too tall. She was shaky, perched atop her high heels, and she risked toppling over if she moved too much.

I had rolled the skirt up and was slowly caressing her pussy. She was wet and trying to thrust back on to my fingers but I refused to give in, instead lightly teasing her. When she started to moan I pulled my fingers away completely.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Mmm…I don’t know.” Anne whispered.

“You can stop this.” I slowly slid a finger past her lips. She tensed in pleasure.

“No…I’m just…nervous.” Anne is rarely nervous. She is usually confident in her sexuality. But this was a little different. There had recently been a big office party at Anne’s work. Anne wore the outfit she was wearing now. Her coworkers knew her as an extremely casual person, so the secretary outfit had been a bit of joke. For one of her coworkers it had a different effect.
“Holy shit. Anne is really sexy in that outfit.” Brad slurred to me. Brad sat directly across from Anne in the office and they’d worked closely together on a number of projects. He’d never displayed any interest in the past. After he spoke, he looked at me in surprise and almost clapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“But you thought it.” I joked.

“Well, I’m not going to take it back. It’s true, even if I shouldn’t have said it.”

“Why on earth shouldn’t you have said it?”
“Well. I work with her. And you’re her husband. I wouldn’t want you thinking I was lusting after your wife all day. But something about that outfit!”

“Don’t worry. I like the outfit too. She is really sexy in it.” I paused. I knew what I was about to say was stupid and probably out of line. But I was enjoying the booze as well. “Anne hides it at work, but sexy is closer to her true personality. She’s adventurous in bed.”

“Goddamn, I’d love to experience that.”

“Let me see what I can arrange.”

“You have no idea how awesome that would be.” Brad laughed. He thought I was joking. “Thanks for not being mad. Please don’t tell Anne what I said.” I agreed and we moved on to another topic. But I was horny and drunk and couldn’t let it go. We partied the night away and got a cab home. I had a quick shower. By the time I got out Anne had changed from the secretarial outfit to her comfy flannel pajamas. I pouted.

“I was enjoying that outfit. You should have kept it on.”

“I’ll dress up for you later.” She was as drunk as I was, and sleepy.

“Not just for me. Your coworkers liked it too.”

“What?” That woke her up. “Who?”

“Just someone you work with. I promised I wouldn’t tell you who it was. He talked about how the outfit made him want to fuck you.”

“Are you serious?” She was wide awake now. “You have to tell me who.”

“No.”

“That’s kind of hot. The thought of one of my coworkers secretly lusting after me. Knowing that they are watching my every move and thinking about fucking me.” She was getting worked up. She slipped off her bottoms. I ran my fingers between her legs. Her pussy was wet.

“We could do more than that.” I suggested. She gasped as I moved towards her clit. “We could let him fuck you.”

“No.” She gasped. “I don’t play at work.”

“We’d swear him to secrecy of course, and you would never know who he is.”

“What?” She thrust against my hand.

“Let me talk to him. Let me set it up.”

“No.” She resisted. I moved my fingers closer to her clit.

“Let me blindfold you.”

“No.” Her resolve was crumbling. I started to run little circles around her.

“Let him take you without ever knowing who it is.”

“No.” I ran two fingers over her clit. Faster and faster. Her muscles tensed. She thrust against my hand. Finally she caved.

“Yes. Yes. Do it. Let him fuck me.” She grabbed my wrist and pushed against me. She came.

Weeks passed and I finally met with Brad. He was embarrassed at first. Then intrigued. Then extremely horny. The selling point was the anonymity. Brad was fundamentally shy and the idea of fucking Anne without her knowing it was him was intoxicating. We arranged a night and laid out a scenario.

Which led to Anne, bent over a stool, shaking, wearing the secretary outfit. I slid my finger into her pussy. She moaned. I asked again.

“Are you ready? Or should we put a stop to this?
“Let him in.” She sighed as I pulled my fingers out.
I tied a think heavy blindfold around her eyes, making sure that she could see nothing. I rolled the skirt back down and smoothed it into place. Then I went to the door. Brad was waiting in the room beyond. He looked terrified, but intensely horny. He walked into the room. Anne, presented like a gift, made him gasp. I put a finger to my lips, urging silence.

“Are you ready Anne?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“For what? Tell us both.” I put emphasis on the word “both.”

“I’m ready to be fucked. I want to feel his cock inside me.”
“Do you want to know who it is?”

“Desperately.” There was a new erotic longing in her voice. I liked it.

I gestured Brad forward. He approached Anne tentatively. Anne heard him moving and tensed at his approach. He gently caressed Anne’s ass. She relaxed at the softness of his touch. He ran his hands down her sides. Then pushed under her blouse and groped her breasts. He stroked her gently, playing with her nipples and caressing her breasts. He undid the long zipper on her skirt and pulled it down. She was wearing plain white panties, nothing sexy or exciting at all. Part of the outfit. The skirt clung around her knees. Brad stepped back to enjoy the sight. Anne look marvelous. Stretched out, vulnerable.

Brad stepped forward and started to rub her pussy through the panties. She made soft little noises as he stroked her. I could see her getting wet through the white fabric. She tried again to push back.

“Talk to him Anne.” I told her. “He doesn’t know your body and he can’t ask. Tell him what you want.” Anne grunted. She was never good at talking dirty but I loved it when she did.

“Touch my pussy.” She groaned. Brad slid his fingers under her panties, stroking her lips. Anne moaned softly as he moved. Then moaned louder.

“Finger me. I need your fingers inside me.” Brad slipped a finger into her, then two. I could hear how slick and wet she was. Brad explored her, probing all of her, twisting and curling his fingers inside her. Anne’s legs began to shake.

“Deeper. I want your fingers deeper.” Brad pushed forward, rocking Anne on the stool.

“Deeper.” Anne urged him onward. I knew that Anne loved to feel fingers thrusting against her cervix. Brad’s fingers bottom out inside her.

“There!” Anne exclaimed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Brad started to fuck into her, hard and fast. Anne started to pant.

“Play with my clit.” Brad slowed his thrusting. He licked the thumb of his other hand and slid it beneath Anne’s panties. She panted harder and harder. Suddenly she came. Hard. Her voice rose to a shout, then died away.

Brad slowed down, then pulled his fingers out of my wife. He raised his hands to his face and breathed Anne deeply. Anne could hear him smelling the scent of her pussy.

“Fuck my mouth with your fingers” She asked. She was performing now. Wanting to show off. Wanting to leave Brad an indelible memory. Brad went to her face and slide his fingers into her mouth. Anne went wild, licking and sucking her cum off Brad’s fingers. She made satisfied noises, like she was tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

Brad let her lick and suck then trailed his fingers across her face and moved back behind her. Anne moaned in loss.
Brad grabbed Anne’s panties and pulled them down, leaving the panties and skirt on the floor.

“Spread me open.” Anne insisted. “I want you to see all of me.”
Brad spread her wide, exposing her pussy, opening her ass. Anne moaned. She loved to be seen. Brad bent down close to her. She held her breath as she felt him examine her. Brad dug his fingers into her pussy and spread her wide. Anne was loving it. She gasped, then held her breath, then gasped again.

Brad stuck out his tongue and licked her.

“Fuck yes.” Anne gasped. “Eat me. Fuck, eat my pussy.”

Brad held her open and licked frantically.

“Taste me.” Anne begged. “I want you to see me every day and remember how I taste. Suck at me. Fuck me with your tongue.” Brad obliged. Anne begged for more, and more, until Brad ate her to orgasm.

Anne was getting tired now. She slumped against the stool. Brad stepped back and undid his pants. Anne could hear him taking off his clothes.

“Yes.” She moaned. “Fuck me. Claim my pussy.”

Brad pushed into her and she groaned.

“Make my pussy yours. When you walk by me at work look at me and know that you’ve been inside me.”

Brad started to thrust.

“Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me. I want you to remember exactly how I beg.”

Brad picked up speed. Gaining urgency.

“Come in me. I want your come inside my pussy. Fill me. I want you dripping out of me.”

Brad grabbed her hips and thrust deep. Anne’s voice started to trail off, lost in the fucking.

It was too much for me. I needed release. I stepped by Anne’s face and undid my pants. I wrapped my hands in her hair and pushed my cock into her open mouth. Anne shook a little in surprise.

Suddenly it was real for her. Before she could pretend it was just me. Now she had two cocks in her. She couldn’t deny it. She tensed up suddenly. Brad sensed it and fucked her harder. She pushed up on her toes. Her tongue worked frantically on my cock. Her breath caught. Brad pushed deep into her pussy. Anne came again, a hard tremor that shook her body from head to toe.
I pulled out, letting her catch her breath.

“Oh God.” She moaned. “Who is it? Who is fucking me?”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know.” She was almost whimpering. “I don’t know. Oh God, whoever you are. Look what you’ve done to me. I’ve come on your fingers, your tongue, and your cock. I’m a quivering mess. I want your cum. Put your sperm inside me.”

Brad grabbed her and pulled. He exploded into her. Anne screamed in ecstasy.

Brad pulled out slowly.

“Open my pussy.” Anne asked. “I want you to see your cum inside me.”

Brad bent over and spread Anne wide. She moved her legs as far apart as she could, moaning and wriggling her hips, opening for him. He watched her pussy pulse.

“I want to sit at my desk and wonder who has seen their cum drip out of me.”

I slid my cock back into her mouth, silencing her. I pumped hard, losing control, pushing into her throat. It had been an amazing night, filled with unforgettable sights. I couldn’t last long. I didn’t want to. I came hard, filling her mouth. Anne quivered.

“Don’t swallow.” I told her. I gestured Brad over.

“Open your mouth.” I told Anne.

Cum dribbled out of her mouth, then flowed freely, dripping on the ground. Anne made a show, opening as wide as she could, then licking her lips. She closed and swallowed what was left.

“Feed her your cum.” I told Brad.

“Oh God. Yes.” Anne begged. “What kind of slut would do that? I want to be that slut for you.”

Brad wiped his fingers up her cum covered slit. Then he pushed his fingers into her mouth. Anne sucked at his sperm. His cock stirred.

“Jack off on her.” I told him. “Cum on her face.”

“Oh God, yes.” Anne moaned. “Mark me.”

Brad grasped his cock and started to stroke. He pressed his cock against Anne’s face, then thrust into her mouth.He pulled out and jacked himself hard. He put his cock against her cheek, just below her blindfold, and spurted against her. His cum dribbled slowly down her face.

He stepped back and watched her cum stained face for a moment. Then, wordlessly, he got dressed and headed out the door. Just before leaving he paused and mouthed the words.

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t hold back. My cock was hard again. I jacked off onto Anne’s face. Our cum mingled on her cheeks, covering her.
Anne can ask me at any time who fucked her that night. I will tell her and I’ll be honest. But she hasn’t. She told me that she loves this new feeling.

Every time she goes to work her heart is racing. Who was it? What man is looking at her, knowing what she looks like naked, what she looks like when she comes, what she looked like sucking their mingled cum off his finger? What she looks like with cum dripping off her face.

She wants to know who it was with every fiber of her being.
I’m don’t think she’ll ever ask.

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