#blonde wife

“I dunno, sweetie,” Karen said at the resort gift shop.  She was holding a little blue dress against her and it barely covered her bikini. “it’s a little short, doncha think?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Henry assured her. “I think you’re supposed to wear it with a bikini or something,” he said. “Besides, your legs are a lot longer than most women,” he added.

The store clerk didn’t hear them talking, and assumed they were buying it as a gift for a daughter or niece, as it was a junior’s size.  

Karen tried it on back at their hotel room. She kind of liked it, as it showed off her legs.  Karen loved the dress so much, she wore it almost every day.  After a day or two, she stopped wearing her bikini top underneath.  She was getting pretty confident with all of the looks and compliments she was getting.

Henry was surprisingly frisky with her as the attention his wife was receiving had an effect on him as well.  As their sex life picked up, Karen became more and more horny herself.  As their normal routine wasn’t doing it for her, Karen encouraged Henry to be a little more adventurous.

“Put it in my ass!” she practically begged in the heat of the moment.  Henry did and it sent both of them over the edge. Afterwards, Henry said he was surprised she enjoyed it, much less let him try it.

Karen shrugged. “We’re on vacation,” she said.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count!”

Karen found herself flirting openly with some of the single men at the bar and beside the pool. The men became more and more aggressive and Karen did nothing to discourage them.  After dinner, back at the hotel room, she told her husband that one of the strangers grabbed her ass and she liked it.

Henry and Karen were both surprised by his reaction.  He was randier than ever.  “Go ahead and fuck ‘em,” he said, grabbing his wife’s ass firmly.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count,” he added, repeating her words.  After fucking to near exhaustion, they both slept through until morning.

The next morning, Henry awoke to some strange sounds.  He looked up to see his lovely wife, bent over the hotel’s sofa.  Her bikini was strewn across the floor.  A young, strapping stranger was fucking her from behind.  She pulled the other man’s cock from her mouth just long enough to wink at her husband and say, “Vacation sex doesn’t count.”

Andrea and her husband, Jim, were driving across country on their first vacation in a while. The drive was long and mostly boring. It was spiced up a bit, however, when Jim caught his wife noticing another driver. The man was driving a large pickup truck and passed them a few times as the traffic allowed.

Jim teased his wife about it. When they stopped at a rest area and Andrea’s “boyfriend” was there, Jim dared her to say hello.

“Sure, and then what?” Andrea asked. 

Her husband just shrugged casually, but inside his stomach was flipping and his cock was surprisingly getting hard. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, much less how to explain it to his wife. “Come on! It’ll be fun,” was all Jim could offer.

Andrea rolled her eyes and headed in to use the bathroom. Jim watched his wife come out and hesitate before she passed her “boyfriend.” “What happened?” He asked when she got back in.

“I chickened out,” she admitted. “He is really cute, though,” she squealed nervously.

They drove on, talking nervously around the subject. Eventually, Jim admitted that the thought of his young wife with another man was suddenly exciting to him. Andrea, not believing him, reached over and grabbed his rock hard cock, laughing giddily at the proof.  She was soon sucking her husband off as they drove down the highway.  She noticed how impressively large his load was as she swallowed it all.

A short while later, as the sun set in front of them, they decided to stop for dinner at a Cracker Barrel and check in at the motel next door for the night. As Jim parked, he sighed, “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” as he saw his wife’s boyfriend had beat them there.

Jim dared his wife to say hello and “see where it goes.” Andrea resisted, laughing it off at first. 

It didn’t take much coaxing for Andrea to head into the restaurant, “Just to see where he is,” she said. 

Jim following her a minute or two later, not wanting to cramp her style, but also not wanting to miss anything, either.  He arrived just in time to see his wife approaching her “boyfriend” who was at the register.

Maybe it was the freedom of being away from home or that her husband hand spent hours telling her how every man would love to fuck her, but Andrea was brimming with confidence as she approached the stranger from behind.  She let her hand graze his ass through his lightweight gym shorts, giving a gentle squeeze as she made contact.  She topped it off with a wink as he turned around.

They struck up a conversation as Jim tried to not be obvious about his eavesdropping.  They were flirting lightly at first, talking about the coincidence of running into each other.  The man, who’s name was Sean, admitted that he noticed Andrea on the drive as well.  

“I’ve got a room next door,” he said, with a smile. glancing over in Jim’s direction. “It’s a shame your husband is with you.”

Jim nearly came in his pants when Andrea responded, “Oh, that’s not my husband. He’s my brother. Step brother, actually,” Andrea added a little uncertainly.  They laughed nervously and stared at each other before Andrea asked, “So…about that room?”

Jim was still a little shocked when Sean went to leave and Andrea followed behind him. She stopped at the door to talk to Jim as Sean waited for her outside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. Looking down at the bulge in his pants, she had her answer. “I guess so. I don’t know how long I’ll be. Just text me when you get a room.”

Jim did and spent the entire night in the room, furiously masturbating at the thought of his wife with Sean.  Around 6:00 am, Andrea knocked at the door and collapsed in her husband’s arms, fully exhausted from Sean’s hard work.  She let Jim have his way with her, no holes barred. She certainly couldn’t say no after what she had let Sean do to her.

A short while later, they were laying in bed, gasping for air. “Wait…” Jim said, “why did you tell him I was your step brother? Why not just actual brother?”

Andrea chuckled. “I’m not sure. I guess I thought he might ask why we looked different. But part of me was hoping you might join us later and it would be less weird that way.”  Jim nodded, wondering when his shy little blonde wife had become such a forward thinking slut. 

“Either way, it doesn’t matter,” she said stretching and getting out of bed to dress for breakfast. “I told Sean the truth later. He said he had suspected as much, but was glad you were cool with it,” she said, talking about her one night stand like he was an old friend.  “Oh, Sean is going to the same area as us in California,” Andrea added casually as if an after thought. “I was thinking I could ride with him…at least part of the way.”

“Deb, what are you doing?” her neighbor Jim asked as she peered over their fence. Deb was washing her windows wearing a skimpy maid’s outfit.

“Oh, hey Jim!” She called back casually. “Oh, I lost a bet with my husband and this is part of the deal.”

“Must’ve been some bet,” he joked, trying not to be obvious about peeking at her surprisingly sexy body. “Can I go double or nothing on that with you?”

Deb looked at her young neighbor over the fence and considered it. “What do I get if I win?” she asked suspiciously. He told her to name her price, still unsure if she was serious. “How about you have to wear this outfit and clean my house?”

“Okay. What’s the bet?”

“Well, Gerry bet me about the super bowl, but that’s out.” They agreed on a basketball game later that day and picked their teams.

The Warriors lost in an upset and the next day, Deb showed up to clean Jim’s windows in the same skimpy outfit. Jim had a good time watching his neighbor’s wife, even taking a few pictures for the memories. When she was done, she let herself in.

“So, where do you want me?” she asked. Jim gave her a quizzed looked. “The bet with Gerry was a window cleaning and an afternoon of no holes barred sex,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to welch on my bet, would I?” She dropped the skimpy outfit to the floor.

“Come on, Kelly, you know I was just joking,” Jim told his wife.

“Nah, you dared me,” Kelly corrected him. “So now my honor is at stake,” she said mockingly. She adjusted what little of the dress she could, checked herself in the mirror one last time and marched downstairs. “You wanted your wife to show her body off to two strangers,” she warned him.

The two delivery men were just finishing up, collecting the boxes and straightening the washer and dryer in place. This was their last delivery of the night, so they werw anxious to leave and head home.

“Holy shiii…” one of them said as he caught sight of Kelly walking down the stairs.

“My husband said I was supposed to give you a tip,” she joked, trying to twist the knife on her husband. She sauntered over to the two, young, strapping men and teasingly traced her finger down the length of one of their biceps. “But I say, why stop at the tip?” Kelly was really pouring it on, trying to make her husband jealous while having a laugh. She expected the guys to appreciate the show, maybe get her riled up for her husband after they left.

“Oh hell, yeah,” the younger man said. He grabbed Kelly by the hips from behind. Before she could say or do anything, her skimpy dress was hiked up, revealing the surprise she had intended for her husband. “She ain’t even wearing panties,” the first man said to his boss. His fingers were quickly deep inside of her wet, aching pussy.

“Shit, let’s do this,” the older man said, dropping his pants and pulling out a thick, hardening cock.

The younger man’s cock was already inside of her, pounding away from behind as Kelly let the older man guide her head down to his waiting cock. The younger man came quickly, filling Kelly’s aching pussy with warm, sticky cum. The older man spun her around, taking his cock from her mouth and pushing it deep into her pussy.

As he spun her around, she was faced with a third man, the driver, who had come back to see what the delay was about. Kelly didn’t wait for him to react. She grabbed the third man’s zipper and pulled his cock into her mouth as the older man pounded away at her from behind.

Out of the corner of her eye, as she was stuffed with two strange cocks, Kelly sqw her husband at the top of the stairs. His shorts were down and a pool of his own cum was still dripping on the stairs from moments earlier. He was furiously pumping his cock again as the thee men below had their way with uis wife.

“What makes you think that’s okay?” Karen snarled at her husband. “I’m not yours to wager with,” she said as Mark cowered away from her. She fumed for a bit before turning back to their friend, Tom. “Well, let’s go,” she said, motioning for him to sit down and unzip.

“Look, it was just a friendly bet…” he started to say. Karen cut him off.

“Please, one coward is enough,” she snapped, glancing at her husband. Mark moved to leave the room, and that only made her more mad. “No! You sit there and watch,” she demanded.

She pulled out Tom’s cock and started stroking it. At first, she was very mechanical, almost resentful. Soon, though, she started to get into it. “You have a very nice cock,” she said earnestly.

“Wow…it’s getting really big,” she said after a while. Karen was completely focused on Tom and his cock. She licked her lips and edged her pretty face closer.  With her right hand still on his cock, stroking it slowly, she brushed back her hair with her left. Her lips drifted slowly closer to his cock.

“It was just a handjob,” Mark croaked out anxiously.

Karen shot him a glare and he shut up, letting out only an anxious whimper. Now somewhat defiantly, Karen purposely leaned forward and took Tom’s cock in her mouth. They both moaned as her warm, wet mouth enveloped his red, glowing, hard cock.

“Hhhhooollly shit!” Tom groaned. Out of instinct or habit, he ran his fingers through Karen’s long blonde hair. She moaned appreciatively as she quickened her pace.  With her left hand holding the base of his thick cock and her mouth wrapped around the head and shaft, Karen’s right hand glided down her own body and unbuttoned her own jeans.

“Hmmmgngh!” she moaned into his cock as her own fingers roamed over her clit and into her wet pussy.  She fingered herself as her head bobbed up and down on Tom’s cock. His hands were both on the back of her head, pumping her pretty face up and down.

“Shshs..shsh…shshshshiiiiiiiTTTT!” Tom cried out as he came. He arched his back, driving his cock into Karen’s throat and pumping volumes of cum into her. 

Karen swallowed every drop then wiped the excess cum from her lips and licked her finger clean.  Tom slumped back against the window, panting from the most amazing orgasm he had had in a long while.

Karen looked at Tom’s spent cock. It was still long and thick, thicker than her husband’s. After a moment, she stood up, not bothering to button up her jeans.  “Come with me,” she said, grabbing Tom by the hand. Her husband twitched in his seat, about to stand up. “No,” Karen barked. “You stay here. You can jerk off for all I care,” she told him as she lead Tom out of the living room and into her and Mark’s bedroom.

Dinner was finished and so were a bottle and half of wine.  Katie watched her husband, Richie, flirting with Jessica. She turned to Jessica’s husband and announced, “Hey, I just realized that Mike didn’t get a tour of the new house.  Come on, Mike, let’s leave these two to do the dishes.”

Mike was a little reluctant to leave his wife with Katie’s husband, but she insisted. Katie grabbed Mike’s hand and led him upstairs, being sure to pass closely by him at every opportunity.  “Let me show you the master bedroom,” Katie said, holding Mike in one hand and her glass of wine in the other.

She was across the room when Mike poked his head out the door, listening for his wife and Katie’s husband.  When he thought he heard something, he turned around. Katie was wearing nothing but her red lace underwear and a smirk.

“Look, it’s gonna happen,” Katie said, sauntering up to him.  As she grabbed his lapel, Jessica let out a loud, obviously sexual moan from the dinning room below.  “Oh, it’s already happening,” Katie corrected herself. “Usually it takes a little longer for a woman to…oh wow,” she said as Jessica let out another moan.

Katie’s hand was all that was holding Mike from running down the stairs. “Come on,” she urged, “let’s have our own fun.”

“But…my wife…” Mike said.

“I think she’s having her own fun,” Katie said. “You can chalk it up to the wine,” she offered. “She did have a glass or two,” Katie lied. She knew Jessica had hardly touched her first glass.  “And I think you have her permission to have fun with me,” she pointed out.

As the night wore on, Katie was certain that Mike was pumping and thrusting harder and harder each time they heard Jessica and Richie going at it again. She tried her best to moan and scream as loud as Mike’s wife, but Jessica was certainly getting the better and bigger cock.

“Come on Erica, let’s head back to the resort,” her husband whined. He was already uncomfortable with the skimpy bikini she chose to wear, and was nervous about who or what they might run into out here.

“Don’t be such a chicken, Bill,” Erica said, seeming to skip around the uneven terrain behind the dunes. She hadn’t told her husband, but she had heard about a nude beach nearby and wanted to try it. “I’m sure we’ll be perfectly saf…Hello!” she said suddenly as the came around a dune.

“Hi,” said the tall, naked stranger. “Are you looking for the beach?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Erica said, slightly seductively. “What’s your name?” He introduced himself as Kevin. Bill stood there awkwardly as his wife and her new friend flirted in front of him.

“So is everyone there naked?” Erica asked, making no attempt to shift her gaze away from his long, soft cock.

“Yeah, mostly, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Kevin countered, making it obvious that he was checking out her barely covere body.

“I mean, don’t you get a little turned on? How do you release that energy?” she asked. Bill felt a pit form in his stomach and all the blood rush from his head as he watched his wife casually reach over and lightly stroke the stranger’s cock.

“Oh,” Kevin chuckled as if he realized something. “Yeah, most of the folks who stop by are in the lifestyle…you know. No, please, go ahead,” he said helping Erica to her knees.

Not wanting to be rude, Erica took her new friends now long, thick and hard cock into her mouth. Her husband stood there, trying not to look too interested or upset.

“Why don’t we head over to the shade,” Kevin suggested as Erica began to finger herself, still working his cock with her mouth “There’s a few other guys who’d love to meet you.”

Bill could hear his wife’s carnal screams all afternoon as half a dozen men took turns with her. Even from the water, he could hear her gutteral, satisfied orgasms.

Alyssa was reluctant to go to the Halloween party, especially in the costume her husband had picked out. “It’s practically lingerie!” she complained.

“Come on, it’s Halloween!” Mike retorted. “It’s one night a year when everyone can let loose.”

“I look like a slut!” she said.

“No, you look hot,” Mike said. “No one’s going to judge you. Besides, we hardly know anyone at this party.”

Alyssa eventually agreed, wearing a long coat over her costume. The party was at a hotel ballroom used for parties and conventions.  She nervously checked her coat and jumped out of her skin when her husband said he was going to find the bar, leaving her alone to mingle.

It didn’t take long for Alyssa to draw attention and start to mingle. Soon, she was so excited by all the attention, she had forgotten her reservations about coming.  Her husband was nowhere to be found, but Alyssa didn’t really mind. When one of the young guys asked her to dance, she couldn’t find a reason not to.

Her new friend was very handsy.  Alyssa jumped the first time his rough, strong hands grazed over her soft, bare ass.  He wasn’t dissuaded and kept running his strange hands all over her. Soon, she was running her delicate little hands all over him, as well. 

She could feel the long, thick bulge growing in his costume as it pressed against her stomach. She reached between them and squeezed the fat baton. He moaned and she giggled. Her new friend slipped his own hand between them and slipped a finger into her panties and just dipped into her pussy.

Alyssa’s head was spinning. She was about to kiss the stranger when the DJ decided to take a break and they were forced to retreat from the dance floor.  Alyssa saw her husband at the bar, he had been watching her on the dance floor.

“Having fun?” he asked with a smirk.  His wife blushed a little and started to explain, but he cut her off. “Hey, like I said, it’s Halloween.”

“What does that mean?” Alyssa asked.

Mike pointed across the room. The man she had been dancing with was talking with another man. Both men were watching as their girlfriends were making out in front of them. They saw Alyssa’s dance partner nod and the other man and both women walked out of the main room, holding each other in a very intimate way.

“I guess he’s free,” Mike suggested. Alyssa looked at her husband who seemed to shrug imperceptibly.

The music started again and Alyssa strutted over to her friend, hoping to pick up where they left off. Mike saw his wife say hello again and nod towards the dance floor. The man, whose name he later learned was Rick, leaned in and whispered a counter offer.

Mike could see his hand subtly slip down between them as Rick whispered in Alyssa’s ear. Mike couldn’t tell for sure, but guessed correctly that Rick had again slipped a finger inside his wife. Alyssa nodded hesitantly before walking out of the ballroom with her new friend.

An hour and a half later, Mike found his wife in a hotel room. He walked in with Rick’s girlfriend, Monica, who had agreed to help Mike find his wife.  “There she is,” Monica purred as Mike smiled at his wife. “Tasty little minx,” Monica walked over to join the group on the bed.

Alyssa turned to see her husband smiling at her. Rick was pounding her from behind with his enormous cock while she was sucking the cock of another man, Alex. Alex’s girlfriend was under Alyssa, licking her clit and massaging her soft, naked breasts.

“It is Halloween,” Alyssa said with a cum-covered grin.

Mark jumped up when he heard the car door slam. Karen would have, but she was tied down to the bed.  “Shit, I think that’s your husband!” Mark said. He grabbed his clothes and bolted, leaving out the back door just as the front door opened.

Karen rolled her eyes, frustrated at the idiocy of her young stud.  She had been dying to be “taken” for so long, but her weak husband never had to balls for real role playing. Now this. She struggled against the ropes as she heard the footsteps in the hall.  Her mind raced as she tried to think of a story–any story–she could tell her husband to explain why she was tied to a bed in a sexy costume.

“Karen? Are you here?” a voice called out.

Karen felt a wave of relief when she realized it wasn’t her husband, but their neighbor, Adam.

“Jim asked me to drop off the hedge trim…” Adam stopped talking as he walked in on Karen and saw her predicament. “What the hell…” he started.

Karen tried to explain through the silk gag. “I vash trying to suffise Jim. Bud da roffs tighteng,” she lied. She had worked out a complicate knot tying scheme that could explain how she tied herself to the bed.

“Really?” Adam said suspiciously. “You think he was going to buy that?” Adam asked, realizing Karen had struggled when she heard the door open.  Karen tried to speak again, but Adam ignored her.  Instead, he bent down and grabbed something from the floor in front of the bed.

“Mark Donnelly,” Adam read the work ID from the wallet the young stud had left behind.  “I see he works at Whole Foods,” Adam noted. “Handsome young man,” he said with a smirk, turning his attention to his incapacitated neighbor.

“You know, I could leave you here like this,” Adam said, eliciting an angry, writhing complaint from Karen. “That would mean you’d get to see whether your self-tying-knot story would work on Jim,” Adam pointed out as he sat on the bed beside her. “Your husband is not bright, but still, that’s a pretty big risk.  On the other hand, I could untie you,” Adam said, eliciting a demanding nod from Karen.  “But what would I get out of that?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down Karen’s stocking clad thigh.

“Vaff aboff your WIFE?!?” Karen accused through the gag.

“Sure, you could tell her about this,” Adam admitted. “But then again, how could you without explaining how you came to be tied to a bed on your own?”

Karen’s eyes widened at the realization of her true predicament. Adam wasn’t waiting, his fingers were already rubbing her pussy through her wet panties. “Besides, Mark ran off leaving you in this terrible state,” Adam said. “I wouldn’t want you to be frustrated all day,” he said as his mouth pressed against her warm moist pussy lips.

By the time Adam pulled out his cock, Karen had already cum twice. When he untied her ropes to flip her over, Karen put her hands behind her back, almost begging to be tied again.  Adam obliged, tying her wrists together before sinking his cock in her from behind.

“So you’ve never been to Vegas before?” Matt asked Karen. He was honestly surprised that she had never been.

“No, this conference is my first trip. My husband is a little jealous,” she added.  Her husband, Tom had been to Las Vegas dozens of times.  At first, Karen thought he was concerned that she was going along. As it turned out, Tom was just jealous that he wasn’t going himself. She would rather people thought her husband was jealous of other men, so that was how she couched his reservations.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said with a wink, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

It was her colleague’s wink that made her start thinking those impure thoughts. She was going to be alone in a strange city for almost a week and no one there knew her. She could pretend to be anyone, she reasoned.  Sure she had to go to some of the conference events, and Matt was speaking at one of them, but other than that, she could do whatever she wanted.

Those thoughts began to percolate through her mind in the two weeks before her trip. Karen and Tom had met and started dating in their freshman year of college.  She had never really explored any independence on her own.  More and more, this trip was beginning to seem like her chance.

Karen worked herself up into such a frenzy, that the first night in the hotel, she did nothing but eat room service and masturbate furiously.  That normally settled a stray thought or two, but these fantasies were coming in waves.  The next night, she found herself downstairs in the hotel bar, letting strange men buy her drinks while she teased them.

Most of it was harmless flirting, but then she met Steve.  Before she knew it, Karen was upstairs in his room getting fucked from behind by a stranger and letting him cum all over her face.  They continued their romp until the early morning hours when Karen finally made the walk-of-shame back to her own room.

The next night, she was at the bar again and was surprised to see Matt there.  Karen had no way of knowing, but Matt had seen her the night before, leaving the bar holding hands with a strange man.  He approached and seemed more nervous than usual. “Hey, can you help me with my speech?” he squeaked out an excuse nervously. “I’m presenting tomorrow and would love to get your input,” he lied. “We can do it upstairs, I have a suite…” he stopped mid-sentence as Karen stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Sure. Let’s go,” she said keeping up the lie.

“Let me just get my laptop,” Matt said nervously at he let Karen into his suite.  He was trying to play it safe in case he had misread Karen’s signals.  When he returned to the main room, he found Karen topless, looking out the window, her arms and legs stretched.  She spun around revealing her perfect, soft breasts. 

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Isn’t that what you said?” she asked unbuttoning his trousers.  He gulped and nodded. “Let’s try to make this memorable anyway,” she said dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.

Braless night out at the casino

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