Chapter 4

Wednesday I woke to soft lips slipping along my hard shaft. Shelly was looking at me as I woke up, her mouth working over my cock. I could feel her tongue caressing my shaft as she sucked me. I laid there and let her bring me off, shooting my load in her mouth.

After cleaning me up good with her tongue, she moved up to kiss me. Opening my mouth I felt her tongue slip in and then a salty taste soon followed. She lifted off of my lips and I saw that she had kept some of my cum in her mouth.

Her eyes on mine, I could see that she was judging my reaction to this new thing. I reached up and taking her head in my hands, I pulled her back to my lips, my tongue slipping inside her mouth. She held me tightly as we kissed, exchanging our juices, my cum.

While I was at work she called, wanting me to come home early. She was so horny that she was going nuts wanting some cock. I told her to drive over and get me at lunch. I hoped that we would be able to go somewhere and fuck. A nooner was something we had never done before.

Shelly walked into my office and closed the door behind her. I didn't hear her lock it, but she did. Standing in front of me wearing a long coat she looked at me with lust and need in her eyes.

I was surprised about the coat since it was a pretty warm day. That is, until she opened it. She had worn nothing else. My wife was standing before me, naked her pussy wet, her nipples hard.

I stood and came around my desk to take her in my arms. I was ever so thankful that my office had no windows. Her coat fell to the floor as I hugged her to me. Her breasts pressing into my chest.

Her hands quickly undid my pants and as they fell she put her arms around my neck, holding me tightly. Her feet came off the ground, and as she raised them to go around my back, she freed one hand to guide my hard shaft into her pussy.

Standing there, in my office, my wife began to bounce up and down on my cock. Her legs holding on to my hips as her hands locked around my shoulders. I found our lips touching and tongues fighting with each other.

Her pussy, enveloping my cock was velvety smooth, hot and tight. It didn't take too long and she began to cum. As she did she dropped her pussy down hard on the base of my cock and ground her clit on my pubic bone.

Her orgasm washed over her, her pussy milking my cock, trying to suck my cum out of me. I was able to withstand the feeling long enough to wait her out. When she was finished cumming her legs lowered. I took her hands and guided her to bend over my desk.

As her breasts settled on my desk she reached back and spread her asscheeks. I lined my cock up on her pussy and shoved it in hard and fast. Her grunt was one more of need than pain. I rammed in and out of her pussy as she still held her asscheeks wide apart.

On one stroke, as I pulled out, she moved a bit and my cock fell out. I was already on my instroke when this occurred and her quick move had caused my cock to slip up and enter her ass. Before I realized what she had done, my cock was three-quarters of the way into her ass. My first knowledge was her grunt and moan of a bit of pain as I thrust in at a pretty good clip.

I stopped, but she was having none of that. Reaching around to take my hips in her firm grip she began to force me to shove in and out. Her body was going in sync with mine and pretty soon we were slamming into each other hard and fast.

I didn't last long at all after that. I shot off my load and she pressed back into me as I did. Her hands held me tight to her, my cock fully buried in her tight, hot, asshole. After I came, I pulled out. Shelly turned around and went to her knees.

Taking my cock in her hand she began to lick and suck it, cleaning me up. After I was clean she stood and grabbed her coat off the floor.

'Your slut would like to thank you for the great fucking you let her have. You were perfect. I love you James.'

'I love you too Shelly. Thank you for the great fuck too. You... surprised me... to say the least.'

'It was a bit... risky, wasn't it?'

'Yeah. Risky but real, real, good. I really love the new slut you Shelly. I really do.'

'I am glad. I feel so free now and to be quite honest, I am so thankful that you have been so good and understanding of my wants. You letting me fuck other men is something that many may wish for but never get to do. You are the best husband any woman... any slut wife could have.'

'Well, you are a great slut wife too. I will say that watching you is good for me too. I really love the stuff we have done over the last few days. Just thinking about it gets me hard and wanting to fuck you again and again.'

'Tonight can we go somewhere and have an adventure James?'

'We'll see. I have an idea about something. Maybe it will work out and we will have some more fun. See you tonight love.'

Kissing, we held each other, then Shelly left. I spent the rest of the day dreaming of things that most husbands probably never thought of. I had a plan of sorts for tonight. Hopefully it would all work out.

That night when I got home, Shelly was naked waiting for me. Greeting me at the door with a drink made and kissing me hard on the lips, I was taken with how wonderful she really was. A perfect slut wife of my dreams.

We had a bite to eat, which considering that Shelly remained naked, was a feat for me. I wanted to fuck her right there, across the table. I held back. We went into the bedroom and I picked out a slinky sexy dress for her to wear. It clung to her breasts like a second skin and it was rather long, but had a slit up the side that went above her hip.

I had her put on a garter belt, stockings, a flimsy see through lace bra and grabbed a towel out of the bathroom. I had her put on some regular high heels and together we left. Taking her to the car I could just imagine what she was thinking and I'll bet she was wondering why the towel.

I drove across town to a bar I remembered. It had an amateur night strip contest. When we got there the sign was up. We went in and I saw that there were only a few men in. The dancers were up doing their thing. I could see two women sitting around at tables, one with a man the other with three men. They looked like they may be contestants for the strip dance contest.

Shelly looked at me and then dawning came to her.

'I'm going to strip?'

'Yes. You are going to strip. You are going to put on a show too. I want you to really strut your stuff. Shake that booty and give them a great look at your perfect breasts. Show them what you can do.'

Shelly shuddered a bit, I saw goose pimples running up her arms. I could tell that this idea excited her a bit more than I had thought it would. I was glad that this place had come to mind. Pretty soon the contest started. Shelly had signed up as had the other two women.

The first dancer got up and she wasn't too bad. She had a good body and actually danced pretty sexy too. The second dancer, while having almost no breasts, danced like a dervish. Her dancing gave her the aura of someone wanting to fuck and fuck a lot.

When Shelly got up the few men in the place all moved close to the stage. Her dress was flowing as she began to twirl and move. Her breasts shaking and bouncing as she went from one end of the walkway to the other.

Her dress began to fall as she undid a couple of buttons, and her way of getting rid of it was to let it fall in a sexy, slow way. It seemed to not want to leave her body it clung to every curve. She walked along as it fell down, and eventually, just as she turned to walk back to my end, it ended up in a puddle on the stage.

There was my wife. Shaking her ass and breasts in time to the music, dancing in only her lacy bra and garter belt and stockings. She had never looked better. I especially loved the way her hair was hiding her pussy as she held it between her arms, channeling it in front of her.

I heard men moaning loudly and catcalling her. They all wanted a piece of her. When she got back in front of me she let her hair fall back, and with a swirl of her arms up high, she spread it behind her.

Her pussy fully in view, she reached back and undid her bra. Dancing a bit and teasing a lot, she slowly removed it, keeping her arms covering her nipples the whole time. The men were going crazy. Whistles and catcalling getting louder and louder.

Shelly danced to the center of the stage and played on the pole. Her movements were sexually intense. She literally rubbed her bare pussy lips up and down the pole leaving a wet streak visible along the length where she touched it.

At one point she pressed her breasts to the pole where it split them, the pole going between them. Then she began to stroke her whole body up and down the pole like it was a long cock that she was fucking.

She began to lick the pole as she rubbed against it. At first I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Then I saw that she had done it for a reason. To lubricate it for her breasts, so they didn't stick.