Dirty Deeds

August 9, 2019

I'm Shellie, and I'm a wife and a cock addicted cum-slut for the aroused fulfillment of my husband's, and now my own, fantasies. It's wonderful to feel so liberated. We've always been firm believers in letting ourselves explore a wide range of dirty and perverse sexual fantasies. We'd spend hours in the heat of our raunchy weekend play, hotly whispering our desires and spinning scenarios we'd probably never really carry out. Yet verbalizing them to imagine how far we could push our boundaries had always been part of the thrill. How was I to know that we were opening a dangerous door that one day I'd have trouble closing again? My cheating, if you want to call it that, is all part of the fantasy. So if you want to get technical about it, this isn't completely my doing.

The first time Tom brought up the idea of me fucking other men, I thought he was trying to test me. Maybe he was worried about my promiscuous past and was wondering if I was still willing and wanting to fuck other men. I felt my cunt tense around his cock as he started telling me how hot it would be to hear me tell him in dirty detail how I'd just been fucked by a total stranger and let him turn me into a slut. An inexplicable primal kind of arousal flamed through me as we began to spin details of the fantasy. I felt Tom take control and pin me down on the bed, his breath hot in my ear, telling me how exciting it would be to know I had submitted myself completely to all the whims of strangers and then come home to him to playfully *** him with every filthy detail.

As Tom finally climaxed in me, I took over. I slid out from under him, climbed on top of him and straddled his face, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face up into my cunt with his fresh sperm gushing out of my slit, saying "Remember this taste because all of any strangers' sperm will taste different. Every time some stranger blasts sperm into me from now on, you will know." Me forcing him to clean his own sperm out of my kitty made his cock so hard he had to fuck me again. Tom was every bit as sexually adventurous and twisted as I was, and I started to realize how, although there was something to be said about quality over quantity, I still craved sexual attention from other men, even though I had everything I needed between Tom and I.

But for Tom the idea of me subjecting myself to sexual defilement from strange men to taunt and tease him with was the ultimate in my feminine abilities and charms in the seduction of him. My using the tease of me dressing in very provocative outfits, flashing apparently illicit views of intimate private parts of my body to other men and openly flirting with random men while out with Tom, plus having me boldly seeking out wild and perverse sexual exploits as I encourage my body be used by total and utter strangers to release all of their lusts into; these carnal allures used as a source of enticing my husband's lust to a fevered pitch were the ultimate incitements to keep my man achingly breathless over me. Then revealing every detail of my cheating sexual adventures in such a sensually compelling way so as to edge him into ascending levels of continual and ever increasing arousal. Since he loves being turned on by such sordid scenarios, it is what he has always urged me to do, just as it excites him to think that I might be doing some sexy, naughty thing whenever he and I aren't hand in hand.

So my friend Missy suggested a 'girls night' out at our favorite bar one Friday evening. Tom's response when I told him about it was, "I know you'll be drunk when you get home."

"And why are you so sure of that?" I laughed.

"Cause Missy is a party girl... and let's face it... a bit of a slut too." He was lounging in the doorway to the bathroom watching me through the mirror with a smirk. "Speaking of sluts, isn't that the dirty-girl outfit that I just bought you last week. I thought you were going to wear it when we go out together next week."

I leaned back to kiss his lips reassuringly. "I'll still wear it next weekend for you, I promise. But I know Missy will dress sexy tonight, and I don't have anything else that's quite this perfect. Plus this way we won't have to worry about standing in line or cover charge at the door. One of the many advantages of girls night." I said with a wink.

"Hmm... free entrance, free cover... and surely lots of free drinks from guys who will be dying to fuck your hot little body," he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. "Just checking to see if you're wearing panties."

"I am, as you can plainly see." I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties.

"I'll have to check and make sure you're still wearing them at the end of the night." he teased slipping a finger inside and running it up the length of my silky smooth slit. "Who knows what kind of trouble you'll end up getting into."

"Who knows? I might be a very bad girl tonight."

"I hope so." he grinned, biting my ear.

As Missy and I walked into the bar, and I heard the deep bass beats of the music, and felt that vibe of energy and people, I started to remember how much fun clubbing with her used to be. I loved getting the stares and the attention as we made our way to the bar. There was nothing like two hot girls hand in hand, walking across the room amidst crowds of men and their glaring 'girlfriends'. It felt good to turn heads, and we welcomed the first round of drinks from a group of guys standing nearby. It was the start of a great night. I had that feeling right from the start.

The rhythm of the music was pounding, the heat from the bar, and the people who were dancing under the lights; it was dizzying and electrifying at the same time. Missy and I were dancing sexy on the floor together, pressed against each other provocatively as we typically do when we're drunk and riding a great high. I could feel the dampness of my body as I moved to the music, blissfully unaware that we were being watched by a group of guys in the raised VIP section of the bar, until Missy leaned into my ear.

"There's a group of hot guys up there are motioning for us to join them. Can we... please?"

Missy was single and always looking to hook up with someone when she was drunk, so of course I obliged her. We made our way up past the sectioned off velvet rope as they quickly cleared some room for us. There were six of them, all attractive, and who looked to be in their late twenties and early thirties. They were just out on a random guy's night, but they clearly knew how to party in style. The Grey Goose was flowing and the drinks were being handed to us in a never ending delivery, and obviously being poured with a heavy hand.

"So, are you girls single?" one guy named Bill asked me as I danced near the back bench he was sitting on.

I shook my head. "I'm not, but my friend Missy is."

I glanced over and saw Missy grinding and making out with one of his friends, clearly already having taken her pick of them.

Bill smirked at me playfully. "So your boyfriend doesn't mind if you're dressed all sexy like this and partying it up tonight without him?"

I laughed. "He bought me this outfit first of all, and secondly... no, he's not jealous like that. He actually likes it when I'm a bad girl."

He grinned at me and sat back to watch my long legs as I danced. The lusty look in his eyes, combined with the thrill of his attention on me, encouraged me to dance a little sexier, enjoying teasing him just as much as he was enjoying the show I was putting on.

"Hmm... I'm pretty sure you'd be in trouble if he could see you right now."

"Not even a little bit." I assured him with a wink.

Encouraged by my comment, he stood up and came a little closer, leaning against the railing.

"So how bad are you allowed to be?" he asked with obvious interest. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."

I laughed and took another sip of my vodka soda, pausing for a minute and suddenly realizing how drunk I was. I could feel the *** of the alcohol combined with the rush of the cocaine Missy and I had been doing bumps of, giving me a kind of euphoric overconfidence. I hadn't partied this way in a long time and the buzz was exhilarating, making me feel bolder than I normally would have. I leaned into him, smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the warmth of his chest as I whispered into his ear.

"I'm allowed to be very bad. In fact, that's actually part of his fantasy."

"Oh yeah? Your boyfriend fantasizes about you being a little slut, does he?" I could feel the sudden shift in energy as he picked up on an obvious opportunity.

"Very slutty." I said, thinking back to all my kinky conversations with Tom and all the hot sordid fucking and sucking that always followed.

I began to imagine how intense it'd be when I related this story to Tom. I felt my panties start to dampen in response as I fanned myself lightly. The night was suddenly feeling very full of possibilities. I started turning the idea over in my mind while I looked out over the dance floor, leaning on the railing with this random good-looking stranger. The wheels started spinning in my mind, daring me. Finally with an unexpected decisiveness, I turned to him and smiled.

"Why don't you come with me..."

The next few hours seemed to pass in a hazy mess of drunken hedonistic debauchery. It was near closing time and I was still in the VIP bathroom, leaning against the door.

"Are you sure you're able to get home okay? Your friend left with our buddy ages ago." Bill said.

I grinned at him, waving my hand dismissively. "I'm fine, I just have to make a quick phone call."

I watched Bill walk away and moved back into the bathroom and closed the door, looking at my reflection in the mirror and the wicked smirk playing on my lips as I waited to hear Tom's voice on the other end of the cell phone. When he answered, I felt a little electric thrill rush through me, especially as I began to beg him sweetly to come pick me up at the bar.

"Missy left already and I don't have enough *** for a cab." I said. "Please come... I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

He laughed, although clearly not happy by how late I was calling. Of course, he decided to humor me.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, but make sure you're out front."

I hung up and ran my hands through my clumpy hair, trying to smooth down my rumpled skirt. Thank god for long hair. I let it partially hide my face as I waited just the right amount of time and then snuck across the mostly empty bar to the front door. I saw Tom's large black SUV pull up in front of the bar and I hurried outside, thinking that the warm August night still felt cooler than the hot *** and burst of adrenaline running through my veins as I slid into the passenger seat.

"Hey you." he said glancing at my messy hair, and flushed wet face. "Wow, you look like you must have been dancing up a storm."

I laughed mischievously. "Something like that. Hey, pull into that parking lot for a second. I want to tell you something."

"Seriously? Can't it wait until we get home?"

I just grinned wickedly at him. "Nope, I can't wait so long."

He was looking at me with a kind of curious suspicion, clearly uncertain about what to expect as he obliged me by pulling into the dark empty parking lot one street over. He put the car into park, and turned to me, amused by my obvious energy and excitement.

"Wow, you're sooo drunk. Were you girls partying a little harder than usual?"

"Hmm... maybe just a little harder," I teased, reaching over him and pushing the buttons to move his seat back as far as it could go.

"Aww, Shellie, why don't we just go home to our nice big bed and our..."

"Shhh..." I whispered, pressing my finger to his lips. I giggled, pressing a little harder on his full bottom lip, forcing them to part until the tip of my finger was in his mouth. As I slid it in a little further, I watched his reaction slowly begin to change. His green eyes widened just a little, obviously recognizing a familiar and yet unfamiliar taste.

Before he could say anything I quickly, slid into his lap, firmly straddling him, and feeling my short black skirt riding up my thighs.

"I don't want you to say anything just yet," I whispered hotly, as I raked my hands over his chest. "I want to tell you all about my night." I leaned into him, pressing my lips against his neck, and leaving soft biting kisses in my wake. "All about my long... dark... ever so dirty... night."

I heard his murmur and knew he smelled it on me. The unmistakable aroma of breeding, the aftermath of fucking; sweat and sperm and other body fluids and scents. In the heat of the night I could smell it too, in my hair, and on my skin, still wet on my cheek and beginning to puddle in my soaking wet red thong as my legs splayed out to grip his thighs in the front seat of the SUV.

"I was a very bad girl tonight." I teased him, as I let my hands trail down his muscular chest and linger on the buckle of his jeans. Finally my hand moved down further and I could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants, letting me know he was just as aroused as I was. "In fact... I wasn't just a bad girl... I was a positively filthy whore."

I watched the quick rise and fall of his chest as he began to process the implications of what I just said. On so many occasions I have teased him this way verbally after coming home from a night out. But the reality of the situation was so fresh it made it feel more real. He reached up to twine his fingers into the damp tangle of my long blonde hair, lingering over the hardening slimy patches, his eyes wide with *** and arousal.

"Did you..." he finally managed to say, with a mixture of jealous shock and horrified, gut wrenching excitement, "really fuck someone?"

"Uh uh," I said moving my hand rhythmically over his hard-on, stroking his throbbing length through his jeans. "I'm the one telling this story. No interruptions."

I leaned away from him until I felt the steering wheel touch my back. The short black skirt immediately slid upward, exposing the red mesh panties he had inspected before I went out for the night.

"See I'm still wearing them," I teased. "But I had to, otherwise all of the sperm would be running down my legs right now." I moved just enough to let the light of the street lamps in the parking lot beam through the tinted window enough for him to see the shinily glistening puddle of pearly slimy wetness quickly soaking through the crotch of my panties.

"Fuck, that's a lot of sperm." he said, clearly overcome by the moment.

"Mmm... because I got fucked... a lot!" Still leaning back, I slid a finger around the edge of the mesh, feeling the slimy wetness of my warm slippery smooth cunt. I slid a finger inside my cunt, stirring the sperm, and feeling the walls of my cunt clench around my finger with excitement and sustained arousal.

"Missy and I were hanging out with some guys, of course. And there was this one guy... I could tell how much he wanted to fuck me. And I started thinking about being a bad little girl for you tonight... and I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it'd be, of how intense your reactions are, knowing I'm in a public bar, letting myself give into our most debased fantasies."

"Uh huh..." his eyes still wide as he tried to absorb my words.

I slid my fingers out of my soaking panties and showed him how wet with sperm they were before smiling at him, and moving them up to smear over my lips before sliding them into my mouth, one after another. I started to grind my wet crotch against his straining hard-on, as our eyes locked while he watched me lick my fingers clean. So caught up in the arousal of the moment, he was unable to utter a single word.

"So I invited the guy to follow me into the private bathroom in the VIP section. And as soon as I locked the door, I knew I was going to be a nasty filthy slut for him. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants first."

As I spoke, my hands worked quickly on Tom's jeans, unzipping him just as I described unzipping Bill's, and then forcing Tom to lift his hips so that I could tug them down. He cooperated with me, obviously eager to release his own big straining cock as he listened breathlessly to my filthy tale.

"Once they were around his ankles, I made him turn around and bend over, so he was bracing his hands against the sink."

"Oh my god." Tom muttered, knowing my mind and where I was going with the story before the words even left my mouth. I took hold of his throbbing cock, already slick with pre-cum and began to stroke it between us, alternating by pressing it against my red mesh panties and sliding it up and down my slit. I let the sperm push through the sheer fabric and cover his cock, lubricating it for my nimble hands as I stroked his shaft while I continued telling the story.

"And then, I spread the cheeks of his ass and leaned forward and shoved my tongue inside his asshole. Not soft or yielding, but right inside his hole, nice and deep. He wasn't expecting it, but he was so turned on by it that he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into him. Can you imagine it? My tongue sliding into his asshole while I'm on my hands and knees in a bar bathroom..."

Before Tom could say anything, my hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, holding his face steady while I moved in to press my lips against his. I could feel the initial restraint of his obviously knowing where my mouth had been earlier that night. My hands slid up into his dark hair, holding him firmly, and insistently parting his lips with my kiss, and sliding my warm dirty little tongue into his mouth. I began to kiss him long and deep, my filthy mouth locked with his so that he couldn't escape me. My free hand was still at work stroking his cock. It was rock hard and pulsing in my grip. He was clearly conflicted by the shock of the story and the obvious turn on of hearing how I had gleefully pursued one of our most debased fantasies. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through both of us and it created an electric connection between us that far surpassed all of our sexy time role-play. This was real and it was overwhelming.

He began to kiss me back, his hands moving to grab hold of my ass and pull me against his groin. My tits pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart thudding against mine, as his cock rubbed urgently against the soaked mesh of my panties. I could feel the sperm pushing through the fabric, making his shaft slippery between us as he rubbed his hard-on against me. Our kiss intensified, both of us gasping for air in between.

"You like kissing your cheating slut's dirty little mouth, don't you?" I murmured against his lips.

I reached one hand back to slide down the back of my panties, pushing two fingers into my ass and feeling the warmth of sperm around them, vigorously finger-fucking my hole as we made out. Then I slid them out and brought them up to my mouth and his. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my sperm covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my tummy, steel hard with arousal at every shocking word I uttered. Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing him deeply and sharing the sperm between us.

"I want you to suck my dirty ass-licking little tongue," I murmured urgently against his mouth before sliding it between his lips.

I felt him obediently close his lips around my tongue, sucking it, despite the debased knowledge that it had been inside another man's ass earlier in the night. It made me relish the intensity and power of my control over Tom, over men's lust for me and over sexual situations. My free hand moved to finger my ass again, covering it in another bath of warm sperm and then I pushed Tom back against the seat and wordlessly slid my wet fingers into his protesting mouth, while I continued.

"Suck these fingers while you listen to the rest of my story. Because it didn't end there, with his hand on my back of my head, not letting me get away from him without giving his ass a good tongue fucking. As I licked his ass he was stroking his cock and telling me what a dirty little cheating slut I was. And oh god, Tom... I was such a fucking slut tonight, you have no idea. While I was still on my knees he moved me until I was pinned against the wall before sliding his long hard cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat so hard as he began to fuck my face, and I loved every minute of it. I reached around and began to work my finger into his ass at the same time I was sucking his cock. First one finger, and then two. He was so turned on, trying to hold back, loving how he was getting to face fuck and defile me in that bar bathroom, and knowing my boyfriend would hear every filthy detail later on. He couldn't hold back, and before I knew it, he had flooded my mouth with sperm. I held my mouth open wide, and I felt some of it spattering my cheeks and dripping warmly over my lips and down my chin."

With my free hand, I traced the sticky path of sperm on my face so Tom could imagine every sordid moment as I let my fingers fall away from his mouth that had been preventing him from speaking.

"So he came all over that pretty face, huh. And then what? You're fucking filled with sperm," Tom said breathlessly, running his hands through my tangled sperm-covered hair. His hand moved to my panties that were still holding back the flood of creamy juices in my cunt and ass. "How many times did this guy unload?"

I smiled wickedly. "Baby, are you assuming that he's the only guy who fucked me tonight?"

I leaned back so that I could register the shock on his face in the dim lighting of the parking lot. I heard his ***d sigh as his disbelieving green eyes locked on mine.

"What?"

I nodded and smothered a throaty laugh. "When I said I was a cum-slut, I really was. After that guy had unloaded in my mouth and all over my face, he said he needed a bit of time to recover for the next round, but I was impatient. I needed to get fucked hard and long and I wasn't about to wait. I stayed on my knees in that bathroom and told him to go back outside and send one of his friends in, and then to have the next one waiting after that. And I wasn't going to let them stop until I had every hole filled and dripping."

Tom was stunned by my filthy admission, clearly overwhelmed, and I saw the range of emotions go through him in what seemed like just a few moments. But his cock was still hard; harder than I'd ever seen it before. He pushed the soaked crotch of my thong aside, and the first little spill of sperm began to quickly leak from my laden cunt, confirming every word of my confession. In a burst of adrenaline he seized my hips and pulled me onto his cock. I squealed and my hands used the ceiling of the SUV to brace myself as I felt my steaming hot cunt sink down over the entire length of his shaft, pushing the sperm further inside me, while the remainder of it begin to furiously ooze and drip down his balls, leaking onto the leather seat.

"How many guys did you fuck?" he gasped, grabbing me roughly and forcing me up and down on his cock. I let out a strangled moan, momentarily distracted by the bliss of feeling his cock finally filling me up, slippery and wet, and yet I could still feel him pulsing with excitement.

Finally I smiled and leaned forward. I ran my dirty tongue over his lips before letting it slip briefly into his mouth, and then moved so that I was near his ear, so that he could feel my warm breath and hear the intensity of my next words up close. "I fucked every single last one of them. One after the next. All five of them took their turns walking into that bathroom and using me and filling me with sperm. I was on my knees and bent over the bathroom sink and pushed up against the wall, reveling in every single filthy moment."

My hands were against Tom's chest and I feel his heart pounding in response to every word I spoke.

"And you know what turned me on the most?" I whispered hotly.

He shook his head wordlessly, unable to speak.

I ran my tongue along his ear. "Knowing that I was going to end the night with your cock buried inside every single ***d little hole."

That had done it and released the psychological dam. He held me tightly and renewed his *** on my sore little cunt, feeling the warm flood of juices dripping down his balls with every thrust. With each move of upward momentum, I pushed down onto his cock in a filthy reunion of our sexes. We were both breathing hard, and I was moaning with the intensity of the situation, as I held onto him, feeling like a rag doll on his lap as he unleashed the heady combination of lust and horror over my willful defilement earlier that night.

"Yes, fuck it... fuck me!" I sobbed into his ear. "Fuck that dirty little cunt nice and hard."

He responded with renewed vigor, ramming his cock upward into my ravaged hole as my cunt clamped down over his shaft. I could feel my orgasm building as I felt my cunt go into uncontrollable spasms and I came hard all over cock. It easily sent him over the edge moments later as I felt his cock flood my cunt with his sperm as he unloaded with an unbearable groan.

"Oh my god," I gasped with a breathless sigh. "That was so good."

"Good?" he gasped. "I'm so not done with you, Shellie. And you're not done with this story either."

I grinned and leaned back against the steering wheel, softly moving my hips to stir his softening cock, still inside my slick juices.

"This isn't the only hole they filled, is it?" he demanded.

I shook my head, smiling wickedly.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I felt like such a dirty girl Tom... It was like some demon took over me. And all the while remembering all of our fantasies and the way we talked about this moment. It made me want to act out every single detail just the way we described."

He moaned, half ***d and half turned on by my confession.

Carefully I maneuvered in the cramped confines of the front seat of the SUV and turned around on his lap so that I was sitting on him facing the windshield. I leaned back against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his every breath as I curled my hand around the back of his neck so my lips were near his ear again.

"I let them fuck my ass." I whispered hotly, flicking his earlobe with my tongue. "Every one of them took their turn in my tight little hole."

Tom had been the only one I'd ever let fuck my ass before and I knew this was an intense admission for him.

"I blame you for turning me into such an eager little anal slut," I murmured. "You made me love it so much. I wanted to know what it would feel like to get my ass filled by all those cocks tonight. It was all so wrong, but it felt so good at the same time."

"I'll bet you were a good little whore for them in that bathroom." he said in a low voice, his hands running over my body as it was arched back against his chest. He was still very obviously turned on. I could feel his cock beginning to come to life again beneath me and I slowly began grinding my ass against it.

"You loved getting ass fucked by them didn't you?" he murmured urgently as he ran his hands along the edges of my soaked panties, now wet and loose around my hips as it was tugged and pulled aside.

"Uh huh... want to see how sore my little asshole is right now?"

"Yes."

I moved forward on the seat so that I was leaning forward on the steering wheel. His hands immediately pushed my short black skirt up higher so it was bunched around my waist as I presented him with a perfect view of my luscious ass in those sheer red mesh panties. He groaned, obviously seeing the slick patch of sperm pushing against the flimsy fabric as evidence of my filthy defilement. He pushed them to one side and I felt his finger probe my juicy ass, already well lubed as it slid inside me. He quickly proceeded to using two fingers, fucking me with them over and over.

"I can't believe you were such a dirty little whore," he gasped, still not quite believing how I could have proceeded to becoming such a slut for these five strangers in one single night.

"Oh, I'm about to get even dirtier," I warned him teasingly. "And so are you."

Impulsively I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face into my ass before he could protest. I sighed deeply as I felt his lips touch my ravaged knot.

"I want you to lick my ass!" I gasped, pushing myself back so that his head was pressed against the seat. "Just like I licked their asses. And I want to feel your tongue sliding in nice and deep, tasting all of their sperm."

His initial protest was futile. This had always been part of our fantasy and role-play and having moved fantasy into reality, I didn't want to miss out on indulging any past details. I couldn't help realizing in the moment just how much hotter it was than anything we'd ever done before. It was like a heady sexual rush, feeling his tongue sliding around my slippery asshole, and working it's way inside me. I began to grind myself back against his mouth, forcing him to obey my every demand as I felt the delicious flame of power inside me.

"Yeah, lick it!" I urged him. "Lick my slutty little ass. Just like that."

Breathing hard and unable to move from where I had him pinned, he had no choice but to give in to the moment. I'd braced myself in an awkward position with one hand pressed against the steering wheel, hunched over in this confined space, but it just made the situation feel even more urgent than it might have if I'd waited until we got home. I wanted the moment to be fresh and raw.

I moaned as I felt his tongue sliding into my hole, the pleasure of him treating my ass to this kind of attention was like a new kind of sexual rush. My cunt was a mixture of sperm and juices and it dripped down between my legs onto his cock, which was again hard and throbbing. My hand reached down to stroke his shaft, working him into a state of renewed excitement until I couldn't resist any longer.

I slid down into his lap, moving my ass over his cock and grinding it against him, teasing him as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my face to the side in time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with sperm smeared lips and letting me share in the depravity of the moment. I sucked his tongue, always eager for him.

"I'll bet you want to fuck my ass right now, don't you?" I whispered finally.

"Uh huh."

"You know how many cocks stretched out my little asshole tonight before yours?"

"You were a fucking little ass whore for them weren't you?" he ***d out, urgently positioning me until his cock was at the entrance of my well-lubed knot. With a groan he began to push inside, and I felt the head followed by the shaft slowly sinking into my sperm filled depths.

"I was thinking about you every time they slid into me, knowing how good your big cock would feel at the end of the night, throbbing inside me... just like this. And oh my god... you feel so good."

His arms went around me from behind, his hands moving up under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage, pulling me down onto his shaft while thrusting his hips upward. I rode his cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my ass, as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my ear.

"You've had so much sperm inside this tight little ass tonight, huh? And you still want more?"

"I'll always want more," I moaned, turning my head to the side in time to feel his lips lock on mine, his tongue roughly parting them as it slid into my mouth, as he kissed me aggressively. His arms held me tightly in a vise-like grip and I gasped as he did a series of hard fast thrusts deep inside of me, as though to punish and pleasure me at the same time.

"How is it, huh? Is this enough cock for you?"

"No, I need more..." I moaned, urging him on. "I want you to fuck their cum right out of my slutty little ass."

He continued to pound away at me. I felt raw and dirty and so deliciously used, *** to his every move. The cum was dripping down his balls, making everything between us a slimy mess, including the leather car seats, but neither of us cared. We were in the moment, pushing ourselves forward into one final mind blowing orgasm. The flood of his molten sperm inside my ass sent me over the edge into my own orgasm as finally we melded together, in a sweaty mess of exhaustion. It was the most intense moment of our sexual history together. It was raw, primal and almost inexplicable.

We didn't talk much on the way home. I think we were both still overwhelmed by the entire night. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. He was so quiet that I wasn't quite sure what he was thinking. But when I got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, he surprised me by following me. And we fucked again under the hot stream of water, it was as though it restored a sense of normalcy to our lives as a couple.

The thrill of our individual memories of those intense moments in the car certainly added a renewed excitement to our sex lives. It was like we were unable to keep our hands off each other. It was such an incredible rush, how could we not want to experience it over and over? The next time was again without telling Tom first. This time it was three guys I fucked at the same time. Then I came home after a torrid fuck-fest with a group of coworkers at the office, now a semi regular system of work related stress relief. I was eager to relate every detail to his lustful arousal, wanting to share every dirty moment as Tom licked up, sucked out and gobbled down all of my collected strange sperm from my slutty fuck holes.

I can feel a familiar stirring inside me like when my red panties were soaking through with an unknown number of loads of strange men's sperm and my own slutty juices as I'd share every sordid detail. I get more turned on by the fantasy now than I had been before I'd started living our fantasies out for Tom. I've finished dressing and am headed for the door, my red stilettos clicking over the floor as I run my hands over my short black miniskirt and head out for the night. Tom's fantasy slut. I never expected his fantasy to become my fantasy also, let alone to have it become a reality. And now that it has, I want more and more. It's like Tom's created a fucking slut-monster in me. I can't stop. I feel like I can't trust myself anymore. Every time I leave the apartment, I keep wondering who all I'm going to fuck next.