My Naughty Wife: Marie’s First Stranger
You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.
But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.
On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.
“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.
For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.
“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”
My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.
“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”
Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”
It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.
“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.
“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
This was a much more assertive Marie than I was used to, but there was no doubt that I loved what she was planning. And although I might be a dominant husband, now I was ready to play the cuckold. In fact, I was so excited that I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.
Marie walked out of the room without another word. She did not even kiss me as she left. Then, for over an hour, I tried to watch television, or read the paper, or look out the window. But my cock was already hard just thinking that I might finally get to see my vixen in action.
Another half hour passed. I even took out my cock and played with it. I could have come in minutes, but I just stroked it, closing my eyes and trying to picture Marie on her back with a stranger’s cock moving in and out of her. Suddenly the phone rang.
“Eddie, are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” I replied, “More than anything.”
“Go into the closet and do not make a sound. And promise me, you will not come out until I tell you.”
“I promise,” I started to say, but the phone went dead before I finished.
Quickly I removed my pants and hung them up, then sat on the chair and closed the door. Was she really going to do it? Was Marie finally going to make my hottest sexual fantasy come true?
The answer came a few minutes later. I heard the key in the door….the door opening…and then a male voice!
“This is nice,” said a deep baritone voice. “A sitting room.”
There was no reply. I could not see them. Both were in the other room of the suite. I could hear a little. The rustling of clothing being moved. A loud sigh, this one in a voice I recognized. “Ummmm, that’s nice.” Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
“Let’s go in the other room,” I heard Marie say.
“Sit down on the sofa, first,” the male voice said.
“No, I’m more comfortable in the other room,” Marie said.
First a shadow fell across the closet door, then another passed by. Peering through the louvered door, I saw Marie pass first, holding a hand behind her and leading a man toward the bed. Her face was flushed and her lipstick smeared. Her blouse was open so that her lacy bra was clearly visible, the twin mounds of her ample tits bouncing as she walked.
She stopped beside the window, turned, and put her arms around the man she had brought to the room, and they kissed again, only this time I could see them.
He was dressed in a business suit. He looked about Marie’s age, maybe a couple of years older. He was taller than me, perhaps standing 6 foot two or three, with sandy hair. Even in the business suit, I could see he was the athletic type, and as Marie kissed him…passionately…her hands worked at his jacket, pulling it off his shoulder. He stepped back and let her remove it, and I could see he was well built. The shirt stretched across a muscular back.
Marie took his coat, folded it neatly, and placed in on the desk.
“Take it out, Jack,” she said in a husky voice. “I want to see it.”
“I hope you won’t be disappointed,” he said as he unzipped his fly.
Marie gave a soft, lilting laugh. “I’ve been feeling it for the last half hour. I know how big it is. I want to see it. For starters.”
Now it was Jack who gave a chuckle. His hands worked to move his undershorts and then to maneuver a very hard cock out of his pants. When he did, Marie gave a kind of moan and immediately dropped to her knees.
“Feed it to me, Jack. I want to feel you in my mouth.” And with that I saw my pretty little wife begin to give a blow job to a man she had not even known until that afternoon.
From the way she did it, it was clear that Marie was aroused. Very aroused. I’m not sure Jack could see it, but one hand was between her legs, pushed up under her skirt so she could massage her pussy as she took the first strange cock into her mouth in over a decade. Her mouth was moving on him with a sudden savage fury. She did not know where she was. I was sure she had forgotten I was in the closet, maybe even forgotten that I existed. And what existed for her was this cock, perhaps seven inches long, not too thick, with a nicely rounded head, circumcised, that she was slobbering over and licking and sucking like it was her last meal.
“Oh, my,” Jack said. “Oh, my. Oh, my. God, you do like to suck cock, don’t you?”
Marie pulled her head back, a hand still pumping his prick. “Jack, I told you in the elevator, you are the first man other than my husband I’ve played with since we got married 12 years ago. I’m so excited my juices are running down my legs. My panties are just soaked.”
“Then come up her and let me kiss you again,” Jack said.
“In a few moments. Please, let me suck this nice cock some more. God, I love it. I feel so wanton and dirty. I love it Jack, please let me suck you.”
For a reply Jack smiled and slid his cock toward her lips. He paused with the tip just touching them. “Do you really want this cock?”
Marie’s voice was again low and husky. “Yes. Yes. Fuck my mouth. Use it. Really give it to me,” and her mouth moved to cover him as he drove it into her mouth. I knew it was going right into her throat, and soon she was gagging.
Jack tried to pull it out so she could breath but Marie was having none of it. She dove her mouth down to his balls, controlling the gagging reflex somewhat and moving her head in small, short movements.
“Oh God, oh god. Oh honey,” Jack kept repeating, his hips moving slightly as Marie continued to take him deep in hr throat.. Then he pulled it almost all the way out, only to drive it in again, smoothly, forcefully. Marie moaned her approval.
Then she pulled her head back and licked around the head. I could see his prick swell as she did that. I’d had that mouth on me hundreds of times, and this was just as exciting. No, more so. My own cock was hard and I wanted to stroke it but knew that I did not want to cum too soon.
Marie continued to lick the head, then moved to suck his balls, first one and then the other.
Soon she was back up to lick up and down the hardness of his tool, then to put it in her mouth and hungerly suck it. For minute after minutes she proceeded to worship that cock. The strangeness of a new cock in her mouth excited her and that excitement was clearly passed along to Jack.
Before long, Jack was moving his cock again in and out of her sweet mouth, her tongue licking first the head, then along the sides, and then her lips were clasping it and it was like a wildfire was burning in her. I knew what she wanted, and so did Jack.
“Do want my cum? Say it, say it!”
Marie moaned louder, but never paused. She was in a fever now, wanting this stranger to fill her mouth.
Just as Jack threw his head back and gave a loud guttural roar, Marie jammed her face into his crotch. I saw him buck against her face and knew his sperm was roaring out, shooting into her throat. She kept her face there, plastered against his balls as he emptied them, giving a “ugh, ugh, ugh” with each spurt of cum. Then Marie pulled back and I saw her tongue rim the top of his prick.
“Ummm, Ummm, Ummm,” she moaned. She lifted her head off and watched as a smaller mass of white fluid oozed from the tip of his cock, her hand still holding it. Her tongue went out to lick it off and then her lips closed again over the top of his prick. She kept it there until Jack, his legs buckling, fell back on the bed, breathing heavily.
Now, for the first time since they had entered the room, Marie looked over toward the closet. She gave a little smile and licked her lips. Then she winked at me.
I had been holding my cock in my hand, thrilling to the scene of my sweet wife providing a sizzling blowjob, but had refrained from stroking myself. As I saw her lick her lips I moved my hand only slightly, and it was all it took,– about two light strokes – and I was coming. I was sure Jack would hear my cum hit against the inside of the closet door, but he did not.
When I had recovered I looked again. Jack was still lying back. Marie still on her knees, looking at this fully clothed man, his semi-hard prick jutting out from his open zipper, with a smile on her face.
“Nice?”
Jack gave a sigh. “Oh yes. Oh my. Yes. Jesus. What a great little cocksucker you are.”
Marie gave a little laugh. “Why thank you, sir. I’d curtsy now, but I’m still on my knees.”
Jack rose to rest on one elbow. He reached out with a hand and pulled Marie to rest beside him on the bed. Neither spoke for several minutes, but Marie had one hand gentled caressing the tool that had minutes before been spurting cum into her mouth.
Jack flopped back to rest his head on the pillow. Marie now was on one elbow.
“Thank you, sir. That was delicious.”
Jack looked up at her.
“I haven’t done anything for you yet.”
“Oh yes you have. Besides, the afternoon is young. Do you have to go?”
“I should.”
Marie gave her most wicked smile.
“Don’t.” And with that she reached over to kiss him again.
Soon they were locked in a hot embrace, pressed against each other, gently rocking back and forth as their lips, their tongues and their arms explored each other. When they finally came up for air, Jack looked in her eyes.
“What about your husband?”
“I told you. I’m to meet him at a restaurant tonight. He’s busy interviewing people and won’t come back here. I’m all yours.” She paused. “Unless you don’t want any more.”
Jack replied quickly.
“Oh yes I do. And with that he kissed her again, this time putting his hand up her rumpled skirt to press it against her pussy.
“My, you are wet.”
“I told you so. I’m so hot that if you don’t fuck me I’m gonna go back and let that other guy have some. And I mean it!”
Jack said nothing but looked into her eyes again.
Jack said nothing but looked into her eyes again.
“Where is the phone,” he asked.
She pointed to a table beside the bed. Jack reached over, picked up the receiver and dialed a number.
“Hello, Carrie. I’ve got a lead on a new find. I’m going over to Sixth Avenue so I probably won’t be back this afternoon.”
He was quiet for a few moments, then laughed.
“Yes, you know me all too well.”
Again he listened.
“A brunette. Very pretty. Very talented.”
This time his pause was longer.
“Not this time, dear. But I’ll plan it for next time she is in town. What? Yes, a lovely cheating wife, you’re right.”
He said goodbye and hung up.
“My secretary. She knows me too well to buy a cover story.”
Marie looked a bit alarmed.
“And you told her?”
“Now, now. She has no idea who you are and never will. In fact, I don’t even know who you are. Are the things you told me downstairs true?”
“Most of them,” Marie said. “I really haven’t had another man since I was married and I’ve been wanting one for months and months.”
“Why me,” Jack asked. “Every guy in that bar wanted you. And I can assure you I don’t have the biggest tool there.”
“You were the nicest. Most of the other guys were too pushy. A couple of them were outright rude. Yes, I wanted a man, but I didn’t need the kind of things they said.”
“Lucky me.”
“Lucky us,” Marie said.
Jack paused. “You know, this is embarrassing, but I really don’t know your name.”
“That’s because you never asked me. It’s Carole.”
In the closet, I shook my head. That was a name I had used for Marie the couple of times I had written sexual fantasies for her.
Jack moved over to kiss her again, Mariewas now lying flat on the bed. His hand was again working her cunt and she was moving, undulating to his soft caresses.
“Touch my clit,” she said. Apparently he did, because she let out a “ohh” and moved more forcefully against his hand. After a minute or two, just when it seemed like she was climbing toward a climax, she moved and hopped out of bed. As Jack watched, she began to remove her clothes. When the white lacy bra came off and her big breasts did not drop, Jack spoke. “Holy mackerel!” He moved quickly off the bed toward her and took both of her tits in his hands.
“You like?” Marie was beaming, proud to show off her treasurers.
In reply, Jack brought his mouth to first one nipple and began to lick, and then moved to the other one. Marie, even while he licked and sucked on her tits, managed to undo a button on the side of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now she stood wearing just panties, lacy, white and soaked through with her own juices.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
Jack stopped and stepped back. Never taking his eyes of Marie he disrobed. When he undid his pants they still hung there, and I was surprised to see that his prick was hard again. He unsnagged his pants and dropped them to the floor, then his shorts. When his socks, shirt and undershirt were gone, Marie whistled.
“So you work out?”
He had a strong, muscular body. His cock stood almost straight out. Marie’s tongue was moving across her lips. It seemed not so much as if she was attempting to act sexy as that she was highly aroused by this man and reacting involuntarily. She reached down and slipped the panties off and moved toward Jack. Again they clutched, their mouths locked together, each with one arm around the other, one hand groping between the legs of the other. Marie held his hard prick in her soft hand, moving it back and forth. Jack was squeezing her cunt. As almost inaudible moans escaped from Marie, he slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy and began to move it in and out.
Marie stopped kissing him and rest her head on his shoulder. “Yes,” she said just once. And came.
Her body shook in a pulsating rhythm. Spasms shook her and her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed as she bucked against the probing finger. “Ahhhhhhh,” she said, and bucked a couple more times.
“My goodness,” she said after a moment or two. “That was something. I’ve never ever come from being fingered.”
She kissed him again, a quick kiss.
“Now, you lovely man, take me. I want your cock inside me.”
Jack did not need to be asked twice. In a flash Marie was on her back and he was slipping his cock between the folds of her pussy.
“Oh how sweet,” he cried out.
Marie was more blatantly carnal. “Fuck me, Jack. I want you to fuck me.”
His body moved back and forth as he glided in and out of her.
“Got you are wet,” he said, and pushed forcefully enough into her to get a deep moan from my wife…my wife now on her back with another man’s hard member giving her the fucking she had demanded of him.
From my vantage point I could not see her face. But I could see his ass moving up and down, giving her stroke after stroke.
It did not take long for Marie to begin climbing again toward sexual bliss.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Do that. Right there. Oh yes. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”
And for several minutes those were the last coherent words out of her mouth, but far from the last sounds. Moans, cries, screams issued from my wanton wife. Her body was moving in a sensual rhythm.
I could get a glimpse of his cock from time to time, dipping into her pussy, and I could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the unmistakable sound of a hard cock plunging into a wet cunt.
I loved every second of it. My cock was hard again, and I stroked it as I watched Marie lift her legs and wrap them around Jack. He rested on his hands, his upper body raised, and continued to thrust into her.
“Again,” Marie gasped. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
And then suddenly her tense body released and she flopped back down, her legs still locked around the waist of the man poised over her.
Now it was Jack’s turn to ask. “Did you like that?”
Marie could hardly speak. But she managed to gasp out a “oh yes.”
After staying still for a few moments, Jack began to move again, slowly.
“Oh no,” Marie said. “Oh no.” But it already too late. Her highly aroused body answered his call and she began to moan and twist her head back and forth. I could see her face briefly as she swung it from side to side. She was a woman in heat, and nothing she could do was going to stop her from having yet another climax.
It took only a few moments and she was cuming again. This time it must have been a long slow one, because a moan began somewhere deep inside her and continued, increasing in pitch and loudness until she gave an “ugh, ugh, ugh” and bucked against him several times, then dropped back. Her passion spent.
“Now be absolutely still, my dear, let me cum,” Jack said.
And with that began to give her a slow fuck.
I saw his balls tighten up against his ass. He was ready to shot it, but somehow was able to hold back as he continued to slowly fuck Marie.
She was looking straight up at him, and her face was blocked by his upper body, but I could hear her.
“Oh yes, god yes. Give it to me. Shoot it in me. I want to feel it. I want your cum. Oh Jack, Jack, fuck me and shoot that lovely cum inside me.”
Jack suddenly gave three or four quick strokes and yelled out. “There, you little slut. There it is.”
“Oh sweet, sweet, sweet,” Marie said over and over.
When he finished pumping into her, Jack collapsed on top of her and just lay there, breathing heavily.
Marie kissed his cheek.
“Oh what a sweet cum,” Marie said.
For long minutes they just lay there. I could not believe it. She had done it. Done it for me, true, but she had just received a fucking that provided a lot more enjoyment that even she might have suspected. Certainly it had pleased me. Now I knew for sure that I loved watching my wife having sex with another man.
I thought they had fallen asleep when Jack slowly rolled off of her.
“Thank you, sweet thing,” he said. “That was wonderful.”
Marie laughed. “Sweet thing? A couple of minutes ago I was your slut.”
“Oh,” Jack said. “I’m sorry. I sometimes talk dirty when I’m cumming,”
“Oh no, Jack. I loved it. I’ve always wanted to be a slut. I loved I when you called me that.”
“O.K.”
“I love being your slut, Jack. You are a wonderful lover.”
Jack did not reply but began to get up from the bed.
I could see Marie’s face now and the sudden sharp disappointment showed at once.
“You’ve got to go?”
Jack stood beside the bed and shook his head.
“I’ve got to pee. But I’ll be back.”