This is a collaborative writing effort between ourselves and a man called Mark, or Yoder. As always, if slut wife behaviour offends, please don't read this story.
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Sharon flipped the phone onto her bed and turned to the hotel window. Two nights in Melbourne and apart from a few of her contemporaries, she knew no one. Twelve stories below, the good people of the city shuffled home.
Her phone beeped once more alerting her to a message from her husband Marcus, who was alone at home.
'Go ahead', the message read, 'I told you to cut loose without me.'
Sharon always loved playing with Marcus there, it gave her safety and security.
'I sent you Mark's contact details, call him, '
Sharon flipped through her messages and hovered above his phone number.
'But we've never met him, are you sure he's ok?'
Just as Sharon was texting, a message came through from Mark... 'Boo' was all it said.
Sharon immediately called Marcus, "He just sent me a message and all it said was Boo,"
Marcus laughed and said. "Well baby, 'Boo' him back. He's probably not sure it's you ... and is just being cautious to start with."
Sharon could feel that welcome surge of excitement as she realised that maybe this two day conference on salinity may not be as dry as forecast. In fact little did she realise that within an hour she would be screaming like a dirty little fuck slut ... Her business suit would be ruined, her stockings torn and her cunt being well used and dripping with cum.
With some trepidation she typed Boo into the phone and pressed the arrow. Suddenly, it rang.
"Oh my God," she said when she realised it was Mark.
Mark said, "Hummm I normally don't get that sort of reaction from women, I hope that's a good sign ... I'm told you're a bit of a wild woman ... so I'm hoping to hear many more 'Oh my God's tonight... ?'"
"Ha," Sharon said impressed by his demeanour and deep voice, not so much by his corny lines, "Shall we meet then?"
"I'm thinking we should meet for a drink, Sharon," Mark said. "I am just around the corner from your hotel, want to meet now perhaps?"
Sharon gazed at herself in the mirror and knew what was about to happen. Marcus had organised a little treat for her and she knew she'd be safe. Quickly she stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. With her long dark curly hair cascading off her shoulder, her petite body lit by the dying light of the sun, she took an image of her naked self and sent it to the both of them with the words, 'here goes' underneath.
Marcus, admired the picture and thought about what he had organised, he was just about to send a "have fun" text then thought he would add something to prepare Sharon for the evening. "Baby, go with the flow, don't worry xo"
Sharon was beginning to feel excited as she started preparing herself. But when she saw Marcus's last text she had a pang of trepidation as well as excitement. Then she thought, 'I trust him, I'm sure I will be fine.'
The next text that came through was from Mark. 'I'll meet you in the bar in 10 minutes, see you soon.'
Sharon panicked a little as she hadn't decided what to wear and she was now under pressure to get ready and head down to the bar to meet Mark. Not wanting to miss out she simply redressed in her work suit. A new Sportscraft suit with a short skirt and blazer, a white shirt and bra, stockings, knickers. Nothing to draw attention to herself, she just wanted to look ordinary.
With a rumbling stomach she descended to the ground floor and exited out onto Little Bourke Street. The wine bar was crowded with the after work drinkers, mostly men. Some turned towards her, others ignored her completely. One though, his phone in his hand and a wide smile across his face, hopped up off his chair and headed straight to her.
He took another glance at the naked image on the phone and introduced himself.
"I figured you were Mark," she said and kissed him, unexpectedly for Mark, fully on the lips.
Mark felt his passion rise as Sharon performed one of her favourite tricks on new punters, the big wet kiss. She always judged them on their response. Mark passed by being honest and stating that he really didn't expect that.
"Now you can buy me a drink," she said, "Champagne, not sparkling wine, the real deal."
"Just a glass," Mark winked at her, "Or shall I get a bottle?"
"A bottle should do the trick," Sharon knew just how horny she gets when champagne is on offer. As she brushed her hair back she noticed a few men in the corner checking her out. She smiled and nodded before doing what everyone does, and pretended to look at something important on her phone. Mark strolled back to the table with a bottle of Moet and two champagne glasses.
The first three glasses that Sharon threw down, barely hit the sides. At some time her right foot became wedged up against his left and she began to rub her foot around his.
"So tell me Mark," she whispered, "What are you into?"
Mark cocked his eyebrow and contemplated his reply, being a little reserved he didn't want to scare this gorgeous woman off by saying something too outrageous. He took a moment to look at her, admire her, and savour her as he drank her in. The fitted suit looked amazing, sensually accentuating her feminine shape without being overt. Her white shirt unbuttoned enough to show a glimpse of her cleavage before being hidden by the cut of her jacket.
He knew she was following his eyes as he mentally undressed her. Mark licked his lips provocatively, leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Perhaps I should show you..." he said teasingly as a big cheeky smile spread wide across his face, "lets just say that I love adventure. How about you Sharon? What do you like?"
Sharon glanced around the room before leaning forward and whispering "Cocks, I love lots of cocks fucking into me."
Mark instantly had an erection so intense that he had to rearrange himself. "Did Marcus tell you I'm here for two nights?" she continued, "I don't want to waste either of them."
Despite the plying of alcohol, Mark suddenly found his voice dry, he was struck by just how easy this was playing out.
"Well," he said as he eyed off her cleavage, "Marcus sent me an address of a club he'd found. It's a group called The Gathering."
Sharon felt her nipples harden at the idea of going to a club. This time it was Mark who leaned forward and whispered. "Problem is it's thirty minutes away, and I want to fuck you right now. I want to slam my hard cock into your wet cunt and cum down your throat like the dirty slut that you are."
Sharon's heart skipped a beat at his dirty talk and she wanted to slap him, or at least his cock, across her lips. Quickly she looked around the pub, looking desperately for a place to fuck.
She said to Mark, "I've got to go to the toilet."
With that she stood and walked past the bar, towards the the toilets. Half way there she turned back to glance at Mark and found that he had read her queue and was a few metres behind her. He had that unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. Sharon felt that familiar feeling of her own lust, she knew that she would be ready for him.
She entered the women's toilets and found the first cubicle, she held the door slightly open waiting for Mark to join her. Literally a moment later, he was in the cubicle with her, one hand reaching up her leg to her sopping wet cunt, fingers parting her lips and entering her easily. His mouth clamped onto hers, his hunger evident as their tongues lashed frantically in a lust fueled dance.
Mark, satisfied that she wanted his cock, dropped his pants, turned her around to face the cistern, and lifted her skirt, he then rubbed his glans between her moist flaps to lubricate it before finding her fuck hole and driving into her. He lifted one leg and reached around to her breasts, her tight top was restricting access, so he just ripped open her jacket sending her buttons flying.
Mark was actually surprised at himself, it had been a long time since he was so fully fueled with lust that he had behaved this way. A thread of doubt entered his mind, but then he heard Sharon say, "Fuck me baby, fuck me" and he knew that he was ok.
His cock was on fire, the glans pumping deep into this dirty slut's fuck hole. He could feel the hardness of her cervix as his shaft bottomed out. He felt Sharon's hand between her legs rubbing her clit then grabbing his balls and giving them a light squeeze.
Sharon's moans increased as he found her right nipple and pinched it. He then grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back gently. Sharon's back arched enabling Mark's cock to drive home even deeper, every thrust was taking him a step closer to his orgasm. But he wanted her to cum first, so he slowed down and controlled his breathing whilst working a good rhythm. Sharon let out a wail... "don't stop, right there, that's it right there, don't stop..." A moment later her voice quivered in a moan, her cunt clenched around Mark's cock as her climax gripped through her body. This was enough for Mark to relax and a few pumps later he made his final thrust, burying his meat into her womb. His cock releasing its load of hot semen into his new cum slut ... splat, splat, splat, splat ... four large ropes of cum erupting right onto her cervix, painting it white with his goo.
.... There is more of this story ...