This past weekend my husband went out of town, meaning I had our place completely to myself. Since I’m a huge slut I made it my goal to have a revolving door of people come over to fuck me while he was away. Sorry to disappoint you folks who get off on the cheating thing, but he’s very aware and supportive of my extramarital exploits. However, there is still something about fucking a bunch of people when you are married that feels extra dirty, even if they know. Even more so when you fuck your side pieces in your marital bed.
Back to the revolving door. I am on a lady kick right now, so I organized for a different woman to come over every night my husband would be away, three in all.
Night number one I invited over a relatively new fling of mine (we’ll call her D). I met her online and we’ve been hooking up for about a month now. She dances as a hobby so she’s really fit and has a killer ass. Like seriously her ass is unreal. She’s like 5’6, but I’m extra tall for a woman and have some curves so I’ve got half a foot and probably 30-50 lbs on her. This means I can toss her around a bit, so that’s been fun. She’s a slut just like me so we’ve been getting along and getting off just fine together.
We started the night with dinner and drinks because hey, a girl’s gotta eat –but we both knew tonight what tonight was about: sex. There was just one small impediment…I was still on my period. This issue is always a sort of toss-up. Some people are into it, some people deal with it, some people can’t handle it. If you are in the last camp, you should probably skip this particular story. If you are into it, you’re in for a treat.
Luckily D is in the first camp, she fucking digs it. So we make our way to the bedroom and lay down an extra sheet on the bed. I know myself and even though my cycle was nearing the end, my flow would still be a far cry from “light.” I knew the sheet was probably not going to help much as far as the mess went, but it was something at least.
We made out for a bit and I found out that the height difference was rather helpful in some ways when it came to the PG-13 stuff. After quite a bit of grinding frustrations were high, so D started stripping off my clothes. Once she pulled off my underwear I knew there was one last barrier, my tampon. Barriers be damned, so I got up and took it out.
Once I returned and laid back down on the sheet D wasted no time. She was clearly ready to taste pussy no matter the state and started eating me out. Most people aren’t super down to earn their redwings, so this was fucking hoooooot. Before I knew it I was jettisoning toward waves of multiple orgasms, especially after her fingers made their way into the mix. This girl was no innocent, she knew her way around a woman’s body.
After finger fucking me for quite a while she sat up and pulled her fingers out, surely she was cramping up a bit. At this point her face and hands were covered in red “war paint,” or at least that’s what she called it. She even used some of it to write dirty things on my inner thighs–branding me as the slut I was. Afterward, she made me lick her fingers to clean them off a bit. But we were far from done. It was time for me to return the favor.
I flipped her over and started eating her out. I love the taste of pussy and could lick and suck for hours if given the chance. It helps that I have extra soft lips and a super long tongue. I was pretty much born to eat pussy. Soon enough I had her screaming and convulsing, to the point where I was having a hard time holding her hips to my face. She’s super sensitive down there and real loud, so I would bet the neighbors heard. At this point I’m sure they know I’m not your average married woman. Eventually she told me to take a break. I could have and would have gone on longer, but her suggestion to stop made me remember that I wanted to be fucked more.
I already had a plan for where to head next. Last time I was at her place I brought a vibrator, but the battery was dead and I forgot the cord. It was a letdown, but I learned my lesson. Said vibrator was ready to go this time. I told her such and she was excited to finally use it on me. It was one of those two pronged ones where the long end goes inside of you and moves against your g-spot and the smaller nub goes on your clit and vibrates. So I laid back down on the soiled sheet and spread my legs yet again. Between being aroused for so long at this point and the blood, the toy probably didn’t need lubed up, but we put a little on for good measure. She started by tracing the end along my opening and then slowly slipping it inside. She didn’t really need to start slow on the motions because my body and my words were begging for it. She rammed that fake vibrating cock into me like nobody’s business and I rode the waves of sexual release.
Eventually she stopped and pulled the vibrator out of me, a breather was needed for all. Small, red beads of fluid collected on the vibrator’s moisture repelling silicon tip. She licked some of it off and smiled. I shivered in response. Who was this fucking slut? A good one for sure.
We had both gotten off…a lot, but I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night quite yet. There was one more thing I wanted to do. I had yet another vibrator I wanted to test out. Not any ordinary vibrator. I recently purchased the new Magic Wand Rechargeable –The Holy Grail of vibrators. For those who have not experienced the Hitachi Magic Wand, the hype is absolutely real. If you’ve experienced the older version, I will also say that the new one is somehow even better. If I believed in God I would say he sent this machine it to women as an apology for all the shit we’ve gone through. Though he probably wouldn’t approve of the gay shit I was about to do with it.
I brought up the new vibrator and asked D if she wanted to try that one out on me as well. She said of course, but was amazed I could take more. I laughed and explained I could always take more.
So, she grabbed that beautiful white wand sitting on my dresser and after a quick lesson on the controls we gave it a whirl. All she had to do was place the tip of the wand on my clit and I was already careening towards orgasm yet again. At some point she said, “Oh my god you’re like a fucking pornstar, how can you take all of this?” I just laughed as a response. Like I said, I always want more. It’s a blessing and a curse. I got lost in the ecstasy for some time, climbing up and down the highest peaks of pleasure until I felt the wand and my clit getting hot from friction. It was time to stop before I hurt myself. Despite my desire for more, I do eventually have to call it at some point. Physical obstructions are an eventuality. And after all, I still had 2 days of fucking ahead of me.
I motioned for her to stop and could tell she was ready to just chill too. Time to clean up. I stood up and took a look at the scene. There were a couple huge bright red blotches in the middle of the bed from when I was laying down being fucked and another at the foot of the bed where my pussy was while I went down. These stains were glaring physical evidence of my “indiscretion” and sluttiness. As opposed to being annoyed at them and the inevitable scrubbing that would need to happen, I was excited. I was looking forward to washing those stains out the next day and getting opportunity to revel in the memories of the night before. Who knew the idea of laundry could be sexy.
Night 1 came to a close. 2 more nights to go.
I will release the next installment of my husband-free weekend of ladies and sluttiness in the coming days. This will have to tide you over for now.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/io29uu/when_husbands_are_away_sluts_will_playpart_1_ff