[FMMMM] Married middle aged woman decides on a whim to fuck strangers in a dive bar.

She felt the stranger’s hardness inside of her. She was on all fours in a booth in a dingy bar. Several other strangers were lined up waiting to have a stab at her (pun intended). And she was prepared to let them. The only stipulation was that they couldn’t wear condoms and they all had to cum inside of her.

She had entered the bar just twenty minutes earlier. It was a sad smelly place, with about seven or eight sad looking male patrons sitting around the bar. The bartender was probably the best looking one, but even he was pretty un-fuckable. It was early afternoon on a Saturday, and this out of the way dive bar was to be the scene of her wildest fantasy come true.

She hadn’t planned this, not even a little. She had met a friend for lunch and a few drinks and then she planned to find a birthday present for her husband. After they parted ways, she decided to take a back way into the city to pick up something fun for her hubby’s birthday. She was a little horny having traded some innuendo laden texts to her husband. They were planning, among other things, to celebrate his 50th birthday with some kinky sex. And their texts were decidedly naughty.

She was stopped at a railroad crossing waiting for what seemed like the world’s longest train to pass when she looked over at the out of they way bar situated between the train tracks and a factory that had long ago closed down. She thought to herself “there’s a good place to get raped” and then her mind sort of took a left turn from reality and she found herself getting wet thinking about being gang raped in the seedy bar.

Suddenly she was squirming in her car seat grinding her suddenly swollen pussy between her thighs. She wished the train would pass but it just stretched as far as the eye could see. She looked at the bar again, and she began to imagine men filling her pussy with cum and then taking it home to her husband to eat.

For years they had fantasized about this, they made ‘creampie cleanup’ a regular part of their sex. And they both loved to fantasize about her being a slut, about her doing random strangers and then feeding her husband the cum from her freshly fucked pussy. But with so many risks, it was never something either considered realistically. It was pure fun fantasy.

But, as the train continued, she found herself looking at the entrance to the bar. She wondered what sort of nasty men would be in a place like that so early on a Saturday afternoon. And suddenly she didn’t care. That was sort of the point of being a fucking slut wasn’t it? If she was a real slut, she reasoned, she’d march in there, approach the bartender, and explain that she wanted gangbanged. But she wasn’t a real slut, she was a middle-aged mom, who was shopping for a present for her husband. And then she thought of bringing her husband a real cream-pied pussy to eat. And suddenly, against all her lifelong better judgements, she pulled into the parking spot near the entrance to the bar.

She sat for a moment, once she went in, she knew she’d set events in motion which, like the train now passing behind her, would be unyielding. Finally, she concluded ‘fuck it’ all her life she’d been a cautious woman, this was far outside her normal character, but once, just once, she wanted to let her ‘id’ rule her actions. Consequences be damned, she got out of the car and walked into the bar.

Like she planned, she walked to the bartender. All eyes were on her. She wasn’t dressed like a slut and she was herself pushing fifty, but she was an attractive woman and, in a place like this, that made her a rare sight. The bartender was friendly and asked what he could get her. She thought about asking for a gangbang but instead she ordered a shot and a beer. She did the shot immediately and took a few swigs of beer. She looked at the men in the bar. Fuck this is a sad lot, she thought. But then she thought of them not as men, but just as cocks and, she reasoned, the law of averages meant some of them would have some pretty nice cocks. She ordered another shot, drank it in one gulp and said to the bartender “I am looking to get fucked by any and all guys in here who want to fuck me. My mouth and ass are off limits, but my pussy is all yours. No condoms and I want you all to cum in me.” She looked around and counted seven men including the bartender. The bartender smiled, rang the cowbell and yelled out “All righty boys! This pretty lady here wants fucked!” He moved from behind the bar and led her to a booth, he cleared the table out of the way and yelled again “if you’re in you stay, if you’re not, you leave, her ass and mouth are off limits and she wants all of us to cum inside of her, and I get her first!” He moved to the door to lock it. One of the men hastily exited, the bartender locked the door and flipped the sign to closed.

She removed all of her clothing, except her panties which dangled from her right ankle, and crawled into position on the booth. Her head was down and her ass propped high. She began fucking herself in anticipation. She felt the bartender’s cock. He was big, bigger than her husband by a good measure. But she opened up and he slid easily into her sopping wet cunt.

As he thrust into her she felt a divine sense of satisfaction. His cock was nice and she came pretty hard. But it was more than just the feeling of a cock in her. She felt like a slut, a real slut. Bring them all on, she thought, I will swallow each one into my sex and milk their cum from them. She had never felt more powerful in her life as she surrendered her pussy to a room full of strangers.

The bartender came hard and squirted what felt like a bucket of cum into her. He withdrew and she was suddenly empty, she demanded another cock and her demand was met instantly, he was smaller, but equally hard, and she was slippery from her cunt juice mixed with the bartender’s cum. She didn’t cum for this fellow, but she enjoyed his hapless thrusting and soon she felt another man cum inside of her. Another cock took his place, slightly thicker than the previous one, as he sloshed in and out of her now frothing pussy she had another orgasm. Followed by another load of cum from a stranger.

A fourth cock entered her, pumped, and came, then the fifth, then the sixth. One of them was huge, she couldn’t remember which. As the last man came, she was motionless. Surprisingly, it had taken less than an hour for all six me to cum inside of her. She felt full, but, she realized in that moment that, if there’d been more men in that place, she could easily have fucked them. How many, she wondered, how many men could her hungry pussy take before she had to stop? The thought made her well used, dripping cunt, tingle.

She gathered her panties and slid them up over her still propped up ass. As soon as she straightened up, she felt her pussy belch air and cum. She clamped her pussy as tight as she could. She regained her composure, dressed quickly, walked to the door and gave the bartender a kiss on the cheek. As he unlocked the door he told her she was welcome back anytime.

She got in her car and texted her husband. “My pussy is full of cum, I want you to eat it as soon as I get home, go to the spare room, get naked, lay on your back, and wait for me. I’m on my way now”

She hit send and sped out of the parking lot. Her husband could hardly believe what he’d just read. They’d fantasized about this for years but that’s all it ever was.

Did she really do it? He wondered. He knew better, his wife, while horny and kinky, was also extremely pragmatic. She would never take such risks. And yet the idea of it was definitely turning him on. It was probably a game, but it was fun, and if it lead to some good sex, he was all for it. He did as instructed and he waited.

She entered the room, dimly lit in the fading light of a late summer afternoon. She was naked except for her panties the front of which sported a large wet spot. He was speechless. She said nothing but closed the distance between them.

She peeled her panties down and he saw the thick viscous fluids pooling between her hairy pussy and her panties. She turned the mess inside out toward him just a little, careful to not lose any. He looked up at her, she had dark desire in her eyes and he returned the look. He opened his mouth and she tilted her puddle into his mouth. She watched as her husband lapped up cum from her panties. She interrupted his attentions and wiggled out of her panties.

He could not believe it! She’d done it! She fucked a stranger and let the man cum in her and now he was tasting another man’s cum from her panties. With so much in the panties, he assumed that most of the stranger’s cum had leaked out already. He was incredibly turned on and he couldn’t believe he was licking another guy’s cum from his wife’s panties. Again, he wondered how much cum this stranger had pumped into his wife, it seemed like so much.

“Lie back dear.” She said. He did and she carefully mounted her husband’s face. She had been making a conscious effort to clench her cunt for the past half hour. Finally, in position over her husband’s face, she allowed herself to relax. As she did, she felt the liquid shame inside her cunt begin to flow into her husband’s mouth.

There was so much, she felt herself spasm as she forced gush after gush of cum onto her husband’s face. He was moaning with a mixture of sheer surprise and lustful desire. He felt a steady stream of thick cum literally pour from his wife’s pussy. Now he finally realized that there was simply no way this all came from one guy. As she began rhythmic grinds into her husband’s face, she snarled at him.

“You always fantasized about me being a slut. You always said you wondered what I’d be like if I let my inner slut take control of me….

Well happy birthday dear, I let my slut out today. And this is what she looks like. Can you taste all of them honey? Every single one of them? You’re wondering why there’s so much? It’s because I let my slut-self take over and she decided, on a whim, to fuck six strangers in a dive bar….”

She began groaning and clinching her teeth. “Do you taste them baby? Do you taste all of them?” She growled. He replied “Oh fuck, oh fuckkkk” he was eating her with gusto and she was climbing towards another orgasm. She reached out to feel her husband’s cock, it was straining and oozing. She began spasming as her body shook with the full force of an epic orgasm. Was she still leaking cum? Was she now squirting on her hubby’s face? She didn’t care, her husband’s tongue lapping feverishly at her well worn cunt drove her pleasure.

She climbed off, and looked at her husband. He was literally bathed in cum. His lips and chin were covered with glossy streams and strands of cum and there was so much that it had pooled on either side of his head.

She reached down and smeared the cum around on her husband’s face. “Do you like the taste of a real slut’s pussy my love?” She asked him. “My God baby, there’s so much! Yes I like the way a real slut’s pussy tastes, I just never thought, I mean how, where?” She shushed him. And spoke.

“I was stopped at the train tracks on the east end, waiting for a train to pass, I saw the bar, I had a thought, and I just went for it, I walked in, told the bartender what I was there for, got naked, bent over a booth, and let them take turns fucking my pussy”

“Did you cum? I mean did you, like, get off on it?” He asked.

“Baby I’ve been in a near constant orgasmic state since I first considered walking into that sad smelly bar, I came several times from the random cocks that entered me, two of the cocks were huge, they probably made me cum the hardest. But now I need one more cock my dear husband.”

And with that she got on all fours, like she had been at the bar, and told her husband that he could have sloppy sevenths. He looked at her round ass in the air. He looked at her gaping cunt, it was a mess, there was cum caked in her pussy hair, and cum caked in her ass hair.

He mounted up on his wife and slid into her stretched pussy. She was so stretched out that she almost didn’t even feel her husband’s cock. “I’m so loose!” She lamented. Her husband picked up his pace and said “I love feeling your loose stretched out slutty pussy on my dick bitch!” For a moment she returned, in her mind, to that bar, she felt a squirt flood her pussy. She also realized that, despite her husband being the seventh dick to pound her cunt that day, she knew she could take more, she knew she wanted more.  

She started dreaming that there was another line of men waiting to fuck her, she dreamed of being back at the bar. The slut in her had taken full control and she would have been happy, in that moment, to spend the rest of her days doing nothing but taking cock after cock, she was building up to another orgasm when she heard her husband speak “You wish you had more cock right now don’t you? You’re thinking about that bar, wishing there was a line of men waiting to fuck you after I finish don’t you?” She screamed “yesssss! I wish there were another seven men here waiting to shove their cocks into me! I wish I was back at the bar! Oh fuck baby, oh fuck, I should have never let the slut out! All she wants is cock in her cunt and I can’t control her!”

He replied “You don’t need to control her. We need to feed her. I will help you, I will find you men for gangbangs in hotel rooms. Is that what you want?”

She hissed “oh fuck yessssss”

“And how many men would my wife like to fuck in a seedy motel room? Seven? Eight?” He asked.

She began cumming harder than ever before. Her swollen sore cunt was on fire and her mind was shooting fireworks all over the place as she pondered taking cock for hours on end. She screamed and she felt her husband’s cock stiffen and shoot inside her, they had both cum at the same exact time.

She collapsed, exhausted, and nearly passed out. Her husband laid next to her. The afternoon light had all but faded. They both nodded off for a short while. She awoke to her husband’s kisses. “We’d better get cleaned up baby” he whispered. Suddenly the reality if what happened hit her and she felt a twinge of panic.

Her husband noted the change in her demeanor and said “Come on baby, let’s go shower. I know that look, you’re starting to freak out. Listen, you just need to get the morning after pill and both of us will need to be screened for stds. What’s done is done, but we’ll be fine. come shower with me.”

As the warm water cascaded over them she felt his hands washing her back. He leaned in close and spoke gently “what you did today, what we did, was too risky, you can’t ever do that again do you understand?”

She whispered “I know, I’m sorry”

He replied “Don’t be. I drank six guys’ cum out of your pussy. We both played a roll in what happened today. But if this really is something you find yourself needing, we need to be safer about it, I was serious earlier, if this is something you need I will help find you men to fuck you, but they’ll need to wear condoms and I will need to act as chaperone.”

Suddenly her pussy twitched. She turned to look him in the eyes. She smiled and kissed him and said simply “eight.”

He looked confused.

She said “I never answered you when you asked me how many cocks I want to get fucked by in a seedy motel room…. I would like eight cocks my love and I want you to be number nine after they finish.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/goitah/fmmmm_married_middle_aged_woman_decides_on_a_whim