#brunette wife

Vanessa was secretly suspicious that Michael was cheating on her with his new secretary, Candice.  She stopped in the office just before Michael was due to go on a business trip.  Vanessa pretended to spontaneously invite her out for dinner later that week.

It was weird at first, but after they started talking, Candice warmed up to her bosses wife.  Vanessa was still a little uncertain, but she was being her best, most charming self in order to try to catch Candice off guard.  As dinner went on, Vanessa’s was still concerned, but she couldn’t pit her finger on why.  Then it struck her.

“You know, I was a little concerned that you and Michael might be fooling around,” Vanessa said.  “I mean, you’re a very beautiful, charming, sexy woman. But you’re not married,” she pointed to the empty ring finger.  “And over this past hour, you’ve yet to mention a boyfriend.” Vanessa watched carefully for Candice’s reaction.

Candice laughing was not what she had expected.  “I’m so sorry,” Candice said, covering her mouth and stifling a giggle. “No, Michael and I are not fooling around,” she confirmed.  “My girlfriend wouldn’t have allowed it,” Candice said, waiting for the realization to hit Vanessa.

“Oh? Ohh!” Vanessa said, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Actually, we broke up recently,” Candice continued. “But still, Michael isn’t my type,” Candice said sipping her wine while still watching her boss’s wife.

Vanessa apologized repeatedly, but Candice waved her off.  They ordered dessert and were able to have a conversation without Vanessa’s agenda getting in the way.  After Vanessa picked up the check, Candice thanked her, then hesitated as they both stood up to leave the restaurant.

“You know, I’m meeting some friends for drinks tonight,” Candice said.  “Would you like to join us?”  Vanessa felt it was the least she could do, especially when she heard that Candice’s friends were taking her out to help her get over her recent break up.

Vanessa was a little surprised when she met Candice’s friends.  Their short hair, lack of makeup and clothes were a sharp contrast to Candice’s long, flowing  red hair, impeccable makeup, and tight hot pink dress.  When Candice went to get a round of drinks, Vanessa asked Candice’s friends about her ex.

“She said my husband wasn’t her type,” Vanessa explained. “I’m curious what her type is.”

“Tall, pretty, big boobs,” Melanie said.  “Long dark hair,” she added.

“Kind of like you,” Sarah joked.  Melanie punched her to keep quiet.

When Candice returned, they all did shots before Candice convinced Vanessa to join her on the dance floor.  They danced near each other for a while, but as the music slowed, Candice pulled Vanessa closer.  Vanessa didn’t resist, in fact she wrapped her own are around Candice’s waist and pulled her closer, pressing their breasts together.

They stared at each other, each feeling the other’s heart racing as the bass notes vibrated through their bodies.  Vanessa leaned in first and Candice caressed her cheek as they kissed.  They continued kissing for the rest of the song, and then Candice broke away, grabbing Vanessa by the hand to lead her out of the club.

They continued making out In the uber ride to Candice’s apartment.  Candice’s long, tender fingers slipped in and out of Vanessa’s eager, wet slit as she moaned into her mouth.  By the time they arrived, Vanessa had cum twice and could barely walk.

It was in Candice’s living room that she first tasted another woman’s musky scent.  She enjoyed the taste almost as much as the feeling of power she got from making the pretty young redhead squirm and moan.  

After Candice returned the favor, she left Vanessa half naked on the living room couch still gasping for breath.  She returned a minute or so later wearing a thick, pink strapon.  “Good thing your husband will be away for a while,” Candice said naughtily as she flipped Vanessa over and went to work.

It was hard for John not to notice the new neighbors.  Elena was a gorgeous brunette who, with her husband,  Adrian, moved into the quiet suburb right beside John and his wife Carolyn.  John’s office window overlooked Elena and Adrian’s back deck and their sliding glass doors. John had never seen this as a positive when his former, elderly neighbors Edna and Walter lived there.

Elena, however, liked to do yoga outside every morning and was generally not shy about sunbathing topless or, especially at night, strutting through her own house in the nude with the lights on.

John eventually worked up the nerve to talk to her, spending an inordinate amount of time “pruning” the bushes in his back yard, waiting for her to come out.  They had a quick but fascinating (for John) conversation, which culminated in Elena inviting John and his wife for dinner later that week.  Over dinner, Adrian explained that they had moved from Barcelona and how Adrian worked in the Spanish consulate. 

As the wine continued to flow, the conversation drifted to more adult topics. Carolyn, who was a bit more conservative than most, pointed out that she had noticed Elena likes to avoid tan lines.  Although Carolyn seemed to intend it as a rebuke, Elena laughed it off as she and her husband said how surprised they were at how prudish Americans can be.

John didn’t want his wife’s comments to either derail the evening or, worse, inhibit Elena from freely displaying her gorgeous body.  He slowly directed the conversation elsewhere and then made an excuse for he and Carolyn to leave before the subject came up again.

That night, both John and Carolyn surprised each other with how vigorous their lovemaking was.  They both had the best sex since their honeymoon.

Over the next few days, John made it a point to be outside more often, especially when Carolyn was out of the house. He and Elena would chat pretty regularly–John was surprised at how interested she seemed in him.  Finally, after about a week, John spotted Elena walking out onto her deck.  She was wearing a striped smock and nothing else.  

She didn’t say a word, or even look in John’s direction–she stretched and moved seductively, as if she knew she was being watched.  Finally, as John was staring–more gawking–at her, Elena turned her eyes toward him and gave him a coy but knowing smile.  She nibbled her finger as she held his gaze and then motioned with her finger for him to come closer to the fence between them.

“My husband is not home,” Elena said. “I don’t know when he’ll be back,” she purred. “Maybe you could come over and keep me company?”

John couldn’t remember how he got there, but the next memory he had was being in Elena’s bedroom. Her delicate, warm hands were on his belt, and then his manhood.

They made mad, passionate love for what seemed like hours.  Finally, near exhaustion, Elena suggested they grab something to eat from the kitchen.  It was odd for John to be here, where for nearly a month, he had spied on Elena from his window next door.

“Next door!” The words screamed in his head. His wife was surely home from shopping now. Had she heard he and Elena? Had she wondered where he was?

Elena spotted the panic in her new lover’s face and chuckled lightly as he rushed to the sliding glass door to spy on his own house. “You should not worry,” Elena said. “She will be fine,” she added, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as they both stood on the deck. 

“Adrian is a very talented lover,” she said over her husband, just as John could hear Carolyn’s moans and the rhythmic banging of his own headboard against the bedroom wall next door.

Lying on the bed, Amanda was barely conscious. Her muscles ached and her mind was still spinning. Behind her, the soft, soothing rhythm of the shower hushed its way into the master bedroom, a mix of raindrops and thick splashes.  As the sun crested over the horizon, morning burst through the window, pulling her out of her deep, deep sleep.

Amanda slowly became aware of her body. She was face down, a pillow tucked under her arms. Her thin, black lace panties–an anniversary gift from her husband–were the only thing covering her body.  She felt someone behind her. He pulled her panties to the side.

“Oh baby,” Amanda moaned. “Please, I need some rest,” she pleaded into the pillow. But his hands roamed all over her ass and his fingers slid easily into her wet, open pussy. “Ooohh,” she moaned as he fingered her. “Aren’t you satisfied yet?” she asked with a chuckle.

They had been at it all night. She was impressed with his stamina, but then again, he was almost 15 years younger than her and almost 20 years younger than her husband…the only man she had been with for over a decade.

She felt him kneel behind her, straddling her ass. Amanda prepared herself, but was pleasantly surprised at how easily he slipped inside her. Still in a daze, she wondered if she had grown accustomed to his girth. He felt so much smaller than she remembered. Then she felt his thrusts, more frantic and desperate than before. Amanda turned her head to look behind her.

“Oh, hey honey,” she said to her husband. Now the sensation of a thinner, shorter cock made sense to her.  “He fucked me sooo good last night,” she purred, egging him on.

Her husband’s face was red and covered in sweat. He furiously drove into her, angrily pulling her hips towards him. He couldn’t hope to reach as far inside her as her lover had, but she let him think he could.

“Oh baby, that feels soo good,” she lied. “Mmm, you’re gonna make me cum, baby,” she said, trying to sound sincere.

After a few more futile strokes, he grunted loudly and shot his load inside of his wife. He was still panting and shaking when the deep, booming voice spoke from behind him

“Do you mind if I…,” Amanda’s lover asked, pointing at her wet pussy. His naked muscles glistened from the shower and his massive, white cock hung loosely in front of him. “One more for the road?” he asked, moving her husband aside. Amanda wiggled her ass enticingly.

He rubbed his hardening cock across her freshly basted pussy. He was hard again in no time, dragging his monster cock across her pussy lips, teasing her. Amanda moaned in anticipation, rocking back and forth anxiously. When he eased his cock inside of her, she gripped the mattress tightly, biting it to stifle her scream.

“That’s more like it,” she told herself as the massive cock filled every inch of her.

Jim walked in to find his wife with a stranger. The man was completely naked on their bed as Natalie tenderly caressed his cock with her lips and tongue. “Natalie?!? What the hell is going on?!?” Jim’s voice was trembling, but not with anger.

“Oh, hey honey,” Natalie said too calmly.  “This is Bryan,” she introduced them as if they were at a cocktail party before continuing to service Bryan’s long, thick cock.  “Come over and say hello,” she urged her husband.

“What? No. What’s going on…” he stammered unsure.

“Oh come on, honey,” she cooed. “I know you want to. It’s okay.”  Her husband stood there trembling, but not from anger.  “Bryan and I have been fooling around for a few weeks,” she said, running her manicured fingers over his chiseled chest as she continued to kiss his hard cock. “He’s *very* good,” Natalie purred with a hint of a laugh.

“Oh, come now, babe,” Natalie urged her husband. “It’s okay. Bryan is willing to experiment if you are.”  Natalie’s eyes locked with her husband as her head bobbed gently up and down on the stranger’s cock. A smile spread across her lips as her husband leaned ever so slightly forward. “It’s okay.  You just want to give it a try.  He feels sooo good in my mouth,” she told him.

“Why are you cheating on me?” Jim asked without conviction. His body betrayed his intentions as he began to move forward slowly.

“Don’t look at it like that,” Natalie said, reaching out her hand and grabbing Jim’s. She pulled him down to the floor, his chest pressed against the foot of the bed. “I’ve just be auditioning a few men for you.”

Her husband’s face was inches from hers and her young lover’s wet cock.  “I know you’re curious. Just give it a try,” she purred.

“I’m not …” Jim lied. His wife’s hand lovingly caressed the back of his neck.  His tongue grazed the base of Bryan’s cock and all three of them moaned in unison.

“That’s it, baby,” Natalie purred. She slowly moved her mouth away and let her husband suck his first cock.

Try as he might, Tom just couldn’t get Julie out of his mind.  He had seen her around the office before.  She was hard to miss; tall, slim, gorgeous.  They’d been working together on big project for the last two weeks, and it was driving him insane.

Tom and his wife had had more sex in the past two weeks than they had in the past two years.  His wife was beautiful, but she was blonde and petite, nothing like Julie.

He knew Julie was married, which he reasoned meant that having an affair with her almost impossible.  Nonetheless, he had an itch he had to scratch.

“Just get an escort,” one of his friends suggested.  Tom rejected that idea at first, but as his need grew, he started looking.

“Too bad she’s not Asian or Latina,” he said to himself as he perused the websites after work.  Nothing appealed to him until, one Friday night, he saw a stunning photo that he couldn’t resist.  The girl, ‘Tiffany,’ had long legs, perfect breasts and wavy hair, just like Julia.  

Her face was edited over, but Tom knew he had to give it a try.  He looked at her reviews online.  "Almost too good to be true,“ was a common phrase.  "She’s not always available,” another review noted before adding, “but worth waiting for.” Another review put it bluntly: “Gorgeous!  Tiffany is worth every penny.”

“That’s enough for me,” Tom thought.  He called to schedule an appointment and a man answered. He made the arrangements and told his wife he had to head into the office.

He was nervous as he walked through the hotel lobby.  He impatiently pressed the elevator button and practically ran to the room number he was given.  Tom composed himself, and then knocked on the door.

He heard the girl come to the door and hesitate as she looked at him through the peephole.  After an eternity, she opened the door.  Tom stood there in shock, staring at Julia.

“Well,” she said, “this is awkward.”  She smiled at him as he stared from the hallway.  "Are you coming in, Tom?“

“So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” Gail said to her husband, trying not to lose her patience. This whole thing had been his idea to start with, but he had gone back and forth so many times.  Even now, in their living room, he was whimpering indecisively. Gail had no choice but to take the reigns.

“You’re gonna stay down here and watch television. There’s some desert left, so help yourself.” Tim nodded, pathetically looking back at the dinner table and the pile of dirty plates.

“I,” she said emphatically, “am going to go upstairs and fuck your friend.”  Tim let out a whimper.  “No! You wanted this. You can’t back out now,” she scolded him.

“Rob was your choice. You invited him,” she reminded her husband. “You can’t tell me you want me to suck his cock and then beg me to stop because you’re chickening out.“ Of course, having just seen Rob’s massive python moments earlier on the couch, she was nowhere near inclined to let the chance slip away.

“You’re not to come upstairs,” she warned him. “No matter how much I scream,” Gail added. “And from the looks of it, I will be screaming all night long,” she thought to herself.  “If you come upstairs, Rob and I will be leaving to go to his place. Understand?”

Tim nodded. He watched, pathetically gripping a pillow, as his hot little wife glided up the stairs.

Tim couldn’t help himself. He had rushed up the stairs after two hours of nearly constant moaning and slamming of the headboard against the bed.  He walked in to find Gail on top of Rob, begging him to drive his big, fat cock deeper inside of her.

True to her word, after Gail had her third orgasm of the night, she climbed off of Rob’s still hard cock. She grabbed a few things and slapped her husband in the face on the way out.  All of that was Thursday night.

Now it was early Monday morning.  The dishes were still on the dining room table and two used condoms, filled with Rob’s cum were still in the garbage in the master bedroom.  Tim was rocking and moaning on the couch when Gail came back in.

She shook looked at her husband and shook her head. “Pathetic,” she said. “I’m going to shower and go to work,” she called to her husband. “After work, Rob and Jeremy are going to fuck my brains out again—oh Jeremy is Rob’s roommate. He’s hung like a horse.  Don’t wait up, loser.”

“What the heck is a ‘mud festival?’” Brad asked his wife, Sue.

“I dunno, but Emma and a few of the girls from work asked. I’d really like to go. You know, some girl bonding,” Sue said.  She worked with a lot of girls who were almost ten years younger, so she didn’t always have an easy time fitting in.

“Yeah, sure. Have fun,” Brad said without much thought.

A few weeks later, Sue packed a light bag with not much more than a bikini and a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  Emma picked her up and explained that their other friends would meet them at the festival. 

“It’s cool that we’re sharing a room,” Emma said. “Liz and Sheila can be a bit catty,” she said. “You’re always nice…to everybody,” Emma added quickly.  “But you never make fun of me for…well, these,” she said, jiggling her large breasts. Sue hadn’t really thought of Emma that way. Until just then.

They had interesting conversation on the way up. Mostly Emma talked about boys she was seeing. Sue was shocked at how casual Emma’s generation was about sex and commitment.  She tried not to sound like a boring married woman, but limited her input to snippets about her and her husband.

They got to the small town near the festival site and checked into the motel.  They quickly got changed and met their coworkers for the drive to the festival site.  The festival itself was a lot of fun, and mostly involved play wrestling, flinging mud and swimming in the cool, thick fluid.

“We should head back,” Emma suggested before the sunset. “We promised those boys we’d meet them at the bar,” she reminded everyone.  

They covered the car seats with towels and drove back covered in mud.  Back at the motel, it was Emma that suggested they shower together to save time.  “We’re wearing bikinis,” she said with a shrug.

Suddenly, Sue’s stomach filled with butterflies. She had been having odd feelings all day, watching her friend slide around in the mud, feeling a tingle every time they touched. Now, she was in a hot shower, lathering up Emma’s enormous breasts.

“Ugh, I’m carrying five pounds of mud under these,” Emma joked as she wiped under her breasts.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” Sue said. “You’ve got great…um…”

Emma laughed as Sue seemed to struggle with her words. “I like yours better,” Emma said, gently caressing Sue’s small, perky breasts. “Mine are just big…giant…bags,” she said, still caressing Sue’s breasts over her bikini. “Yours are pretty.  Classic and firm,” she said. “They make you…seem…” Emma and Sue were drawing close, “Sophisticated,” Emma almost whispered into Sue’s mouth.

In a heartbeat, Sue’s lips were pressed against Emma’s. They were grinding their bodies together, pressing Emma’s massive breasts between them. In a flash, their wet bodies were writing around on the bed, their fingers and  lips exploring their bodies. 

Sue came first, hard, as Emma’s lips pressed against her pussy and her tongue flicked her clit. Sue’s orgasm was so intense she nearly passed out. Half asleep, she heard Emma on the phone, calling their coworkers.

“No, I think we’re staying in for the night. I’m not feeling well and Sue said her husband gets jealous,” she lied. “You guys have fun.”  Noticing Sue was awake, she climbed on top of the bed and pressed her naked body against Sue’s.  “I thought we might want some more time together,” she said with a kiss.

Alison mentioned to her husband that a few of the youger guys in her office were openly flirting with her. She didn’t see any harm in it, but was a little nervous that her husband might get jealous. She was surprised at how her husband reacted. He seemed to be turned on by the idea.

Their sex life improved drastically. Alison would come home every night and tell her husband what Jared and Mitch had said, only embellishing a little bit. She, too, became a lot more flirtatious at the office, returning the attention they gave her.

It was at the office party, though, when things really changed. Alison quietly pointed out her suitors to her husband, but didn’t dare introduce them. She was getting horny at the thought of what she and her husband, Dave, would do later that night. Dave excused himself to use the bathroom.

“I found a quiet little hideaway,” he texted her. “Meet me in the supply room behind the copiers,” he told her.

Alison slipped away from her boring conversation and snuck back to the supply room as her husband suggested. “Ready for some fun?” she said coyly as she rounded the corner. She stopped abruptly when she saw it was Jared and Mitch waiting for her.

“Your husband said to meet you here,” Jared said, tapping the bench between himself and Mitch.

“Honey? Were you serious about that thing we talked about?” Marie asked her husband by text message. It was just past 5:00 on a Friday. Jim said he was serious and asked why she wanted to know.  “Well, there’s a new guy at work, Adam. He started Wednesday…I can’t stop thinking about him!”

Jim’s heart skipped a beat. Before he could respond, Marie  sent her husband a selfie, flashing her tits in the ladies room.  "I caught him staring yesterday…I think he’s in to me.” 

“Okay.  So what’s the plan?” Jim asked, trying not to sound anxious. He thought Marie might want to take her new friend out for a drink or something and feel him out.

“Hold on, I think he’s packing up!” she texted.

Jim waited anxiously for his wife to respond.  He fought the urge to text her for nearly a half hour, not wanting to ruin any progress his wife was making with her first potential affair.  After almost an hour, the suspense was too much. He decided to call her and if she didn’t answer, he wouldn’t leave a message.

Her phone rang three times and was about to go to voicemail when it connected.  JIm started to speak, but all he could hear was the rough, rubbing noise, as if the phone were in a pocket.

In a moment, though, Jim heard a loud, crashing noise he later learned was a stack of papers  and office supplies being thrown off a desk.  “Ohhhh FFFUCK! You’re so big! Sooo big!” he heard his wife moan over the speaker phone.  Her breath sounded haggard and raspy, mixed with the slamming sound of their bodies and Adam’s desk.  “Ohhh…ohhh GGAAAAWWWD. I’M CUMMINGG!” Marie cried out.

Everything went silent for a moment. Marie had passed out from her orgasm, but Adam was still hard and continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of her pussy. “I’m gonna flip you over,” Jim heard the younger man say aloud. “Fuck that tight pussy from behind,” he continued, talking to himself.

Jim heard shuffling noises and soon, the wet slapping sound of his wife being fucked from behind. “Mmmrmrmnng,” she moaned, regaining consciousness.  “Sooo big…oh god, I love your cock!” Marie moaned in a reverent whisper.

Jim had already cum himself, having jerked off as soon as he realized what he was hearing.  He was getting hard again when he heard Adam begin to grunt. The smacking of his thighs against Marie’s ass were growing louder and more erratic. “I’m GONNA CUM!” he warned Jim’s wife.

“No, don’t stop!” Marie begged.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” Adam reminded her.

“I don’t care. Just please! Please, don’t stop. Don’t – OOoooh!” Marie came as she felt the sensation of Adam’s hot, sticky cum erupting inside of her.

Jim listened intently, his free hand covered in his second batch of cum.  He heard some rustling noise and his wife moaning and then realizing she had inadvertently answered the phone earlier. “Hey, honey,” Marie said still gasping for breath. “I hope you enjoyed that. I’ll call you later, okay?”

It was nearly noon the next day when Marie finally got home. She had spent the night with Adam and could barely walk. The first thing she did, however, was kiss her husband and give him a thank you blowjob before sleeping the rest of the day.

Lisa and her husband, Mike, were on vacation in the south of France. They had arrived that morning and were exploring the little seaside town.  Lisa was trying to take a selfie of them when a handsome young photographer approached them.

“S’il vous plait,” he said, “I take for you,” he said in a heavy French accent. He took Lisa’s camera phone and took a few quick shots. As he showed them to Lisa and Mike on the screen, he tut-tutted. “Is okay, but you need much better camera,” he said. “You too beautiful for this,” he said.

Lisa blushed and laughed. Mike prepared himself, suspecting this guy was going to try to sell them a camera or try to rip them off.

“Here, I show,” the Frenchman said, taking his own DSLR camera out and snapping a few quick photos. “See, is so much better to capture her beauty,” he said show Mike the photos.

“Wow, that is much better,” Mike had to admit.

“Your wife, very beautiful,” he said. Lisa looked over his shoulder and started to blush again.  “I can take some more photos? Yes?”

“Sure,” Lisa agreed before her husband could complain.  They did various poses and moved around the street into a courtyard, then down towards the market.  Lisa was having a great time, but she could tell her husband’s patience was wearing thin.

“Honey, do you want to go back to the hotel?” she suggested in a tone of voice that expected a “No, that’s okay.”

“I dunno,” Mike said, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.

“I’ll be fine,” Lisa said, shooing her overprotective husband away.

The Frenchman turned to Mike and handed him a card. “I am Hugo,” he said, pointing to the name. Mike was surprised to see he was a professional photographer. “Your wife is good, she be okay,” he promised. 

Mike checked with his wife again and reluctantly agreed. He made his way back to the hotel. No sooner had his head hit the pillow, jet lag had caught up with him and he was out like a light. 

It was well past midnight when Mike was awoken by the sound of his wife opening the door.  “Heyy, what time is it?” he groaned.

“It’s late,” Lisa said, trying to slip into the bathroom quickly.

“I fell asleep once I got back….were you gone the whole time?” Mike asked.

“What? No, no. I saw you sleeping and went out for some dinner. Didn’t want to wake you,” she lied.  “Go back to bed,” she said softly.

Once in the bathroom, she turned on the shower and quickly washed the scent of Hugo off of her. She rubbed her pussy lips, trying to clean off more of his cum. The thought of him and his fat, strange cock made her horny all over again.  She turned the showerhead on her clit and tried to stifle her moans as she came.

The next day, Lisa said she had made plans to meet up with Hugo to look at the shots he had taken. She stifled a moan of pleasure when Mike said he would find something else to do, leaving her and her new lover time alone.

The Amazon box came just in time for the Halloween party. Liz opened it and immediately called her husband. “Sweetie, are you sure this is what you want me to wear?”

“Yeah, the nurse costume, right?” Dave said.

“Yeah, it’s just a little…skimpy,” Liz pointed out.

“Skimpy? Nah,” Dave scoffed. Liz was always a little shy and reserved, so Dave had been used to her reluctance. He thought they were past all that, but apparently not yet. “Look, I’m wearing the doctor’s costume. I already have it at work. Can you just please wear that one? I promise it’s not too skimpy,” he assured her.

“Okay, but there will be a lot of people there tonight that I don’t know,” she said about their friend’s Halloween party. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Liz, I’m sure,” Dave said, trying not to sound annoyed.

Dave went straight to the party from work. His friend’s house was packed with lots of people in costume, but he couldn’t find his wife.  After an hour, he was nervous that Liz might have bailed. He wandered downstairs where a lot of younger people were hanging out and hooking up.  He thought he briefly  spotted her across the room.

There was a woman almost surrounded by young guys. It kind of looked like Liz, but she was wearing a different costume. Before Dave could get across the room, the woman had moved away with one of the young guys.

Dave kept looking, mingling with other guests every once in a while. An hour or so later, he found himself downstairs again. He couldn’t find the girl that looked like his wife, but he decided to start looking in some of the rooms. He found Liz asleep on a bed with a bunch of coats in a dark room.

“Liz?” he asked.

“Please, I’m exhausted. No more,” she moaned.

“No more? What?” Dave asked.

“Oh, Dave! Hey. No, I mean more time,” she lied. “I couldn’t find you, so drunk,” she muttered.

“What are you wearing?” Dave asked, looking at her very slutty nurse outfit.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Liz asked confused. They later worked out that they had received the wrong costume in the mail. Dave was proud of his wife for being brave enough to wear something that was, in fact, very skimpy.

Liz was a little disappointed when she realized her husband hadn’t planned for her to show herself off, which also meant she decided not to tell him what else happened at the party. 

The next day, Dave’s friend asked if he had heard about the gangbang in the basement.  “Apparently some of my little brother’s friends took turns with some hottie. Wild, huh?”

Julie had given up her young career to be a housewife.  She did a fantastic job taking care of the house, but despite her always upbeat attitude, her husband Brian could tell his wife was starting to get bored and frustrated.  When Amy, one of Julie’s, old work colleagues was sent on a long-term assignment overseas, Brian had an idea.

He suggested that his wife take some time away from her daily grind and apartment sit for Amy in the city.  Julie was a little worried about, but Brian convinced her by saying that she could always come back whenever she wanted.  “It’s your little sabbatical away from home,” Brian told her.

The first week, Julie spent almost as much time at home as in Amy’s apartment.  She went back on Sunday night and things started changing. “I think I might stay the whole week,” she texted her husband late Sunday night. “There’s a morning drawing class I signed up for–maybe take up my art again. Is that okay?”

“That’s great,” Brian encouraged her. “You don’t need my permission for anything,” he reminded her. “Just pretend I’m a friend,” he suggested.

The next few days, Julie joked about texting her “friend,” telling her husband how her classes were going and how she was enjoying her “freedom” in the city. Towards the end of the week, though, her texts were a little more terse.  Brian didn’t pressure her, but finally, late Saturday morning, he was rewarded.

“I sort of met someone,” she texted hesitantly. She paced, waiting to see what her husband would say, and how far he would let her “sabbatical” go.

“That’s great,” he wrote. Julie started to panic, wondering if her husband had misunderstood her. She was about to text something more explicit, but stopped when she saw he was typing again.  “Is he hot? Tell me all about him.”

Julie described the young man she met at the art class who happened to live in the same building where Julie was apartment sitting. She didn’t know it, but her husband was at home, jerking off to her description of who she had met and what they had done.

“So you’re not jealous?” Julie asked at the end of the conversation.

“Why would I be? We’re just friends,” Brian responded with a wink, wiping the cum from his fingers after typing.  “So where did you leave it? Are you going to see him again?”

“Kind of,” Julie said. “We had dinner last night…” she was wondering if she was ruining her marriage. 

“Wow! Great. Did you guys kiss?” Brian asked, wondering if “make out” was too high school. “Are you going to see him again?“

“Yes…and…” Julie sent the text, nervously wondering if she should type more. “,,,he hasn’t left yet.”

Julie waited anxiously for her husband’s response. “That’s so fucking hot,” he replied. “Tell me everything. And send me pictures,” he asked.

“This is what I’m wearing,” she sent a photo of her in a silk robe half opened.  “He’s in the shower, but I can take pictures when he comes back to bed,” she promised. “He’s REALLY big. God, it felt so good inside me!”

“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.

“Rachel…is that what you’re wearing?“ her husband asked. “I know we’re on vacation, but…”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Tom,” she answered. “People here put tits on the front page of the paper,” she said.  “I went topless at the beach today and the world didn’t end.” In fact, Rachel’s self esteem got quite a boost from the attention she received from the foreign men.  “It’s already dark out,” she added as a final rationalization. “Come on, we don’t want to miss our reservation.”

Tom insisted she bring a jacket, but once they were on the street and she got her first look from one of the hot young French boys, the jacket came off.  She felt exhilarated walking around the seaside town practically naked as all the young men snuck a peek or even stared openly. “If only the girls in the PTA could see me now,” she thought to herself.

After dinner, Rachel told her husband she wanted to go for a stroll and do some window shopping. The truth was, she wanted to be seen a little more.  Tom found a street performer and stopped to admire the act. “I need to find a bathroom,” Rachel told him, “I’ll find you later,” she said as her husband waived her off.

She approached a young, handsome man who was on his phone and asked if he knew where the bathroom was. Although the man didn’t speak much English, he could tell this woman wanted attention more than directions. “This way, I show,” he said leading Rachel down a side street.

When they reached the dead end, she turned around a little confused. “You want this?” he asked, grabbing his bulging cock through his pants.

“No, I uh…” Rachel hesitated.

The man stepped aside to let her pass, but she didn’t move. “Okay. Go,” he said. Rachel stood there failing to not look at the stranger’s chest and down to the man’s bulge.

“Yes or non?” the man asked. He took her hand and put it on his chest under his thin cotton shirt. “You like this, yes?”

Rachel’s heart was racing as she felt her head nod up and down. She found her free hand on the man’s crotch, fumbling with his zipper as their lips met. In a heartbeat, Rachel’s skirt was over her hips and she was leaning over a pile of boxes as the stranger’s cock filled her from behind.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel staggered out of the side street alone. The stranger’s cum was still dripping down her leg when she found her husband, still admiring the street performer’s act. Only when they were back at the hotel did he notice that his wife’s panties were also missing.  “She must have been really drunk when she used the bathroom,” he reasoned. “That would explain why she could barely walk all night.”

“What’s the big deal?” Marie asked her husband.

“I can see your nipples,” Mike complained.

“So what? I went topless on the beach this afternoon and you seemed to like it.”

“That’s different..”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Marie cut him off.  “We’re going to be in a dark restaurant and maybe, if you’re lucky,” she joked, “I’ll let you take me dancing in a dark club.  Besides, we’re on vacation, nobody here knows us,” she said logically.

Mike was enjoying his wife’s newfound confidence, but he was a little scared as well.  Dinner went well, and served to boost his wife’s confidence even higher as every man seemed to be staring at her.  She took her time coming back from the bathroom. When she got back to the table, she grinned guiltily and handed her husband a slip of paper with a number on it.

“Some guy at the bar asked me out,” she said proudly. She was failing to suppress an enormous grin.  “I’m not going to do anything,” she added, reading her husband’s expression. “But it’s nice to be asked.  Ohh, don’t worry, we’re on vacation,” she said again.

She practically dragged her husband out dancing. He was soon exhausted, and spent much of the time by the bar as Marie danced by herself. At first.  Soon, she had attracted a group of young, aggressive local men.  They danced closer and tighter to her as her husband watched. Marie made no attempt to break off, in fact, she seemed to grind harder and closer to the ones she liked.

The bartender saw Mike watching the woman in red.  Not knowing they were together, the barman offered some advice. “You might not have so much luck with that one,” he cautioned.  “A woman dresses like that, she wants only one thing and the men here know it.  She wants some local chorizo. You know, a last fling before she goes home and settles down. Something to keep her blood warm when her gringo husband is working late,” he said with a laugh.

As the bartender poured Mike another drink, Mike watched through the crowd. One of the men dancing with Marie had slid his hand up the back of her thigh. The were covered in sweat, their clothes clinging to their bodies and each other’s. The man’s hand had now disappeared up her dress as he  whispered in her ear.  Marie looked around, half-heartedly, before nodding and being led off the dance floor by the stranger.

Mike found his wife twenty minutes later. She was in the alley, surrounded by a dozen men. They all had their cocks out, some of them had clearly been used.  Cum dribbled down her thigh as another stranger pounded at her away from behind.  Marie’s face was buried in another man’s lap, sucking his cock eagerly.  Some of the men started pushing, telling Mike to wait his turn.

Marie turned around and smiled at her husband as one of the strangers exploded in her face and the other shot his load into her pussy.

Lindsay had disappeared from the dinner party. The truth was, she was building up the courage to follow through on the dare. When she finally came down, she found her friend’s husband, Jim, sitting alone in the kitchen, checking his phone.

“Where is everyone?” she asked.

“Kelly and Todd left, and your husband took Sue…” Jim stopped as he turned to face Lindsay and noticed what she was wearing. “Wow,” was all he said.

Lindsay was suddenly aware of what she was wearing, what her friend, Sue had dared her to do. “Do you like it?” she asked, suddenly coy. “Sue and I’ve been going to the gym…Sue said it’s been working,” she said, running her hands over the sheer fabric, tracing her curves.

“Ye…yeah. Wow, you…uh…look good.”

Lindsay sauntered over to her friend’s husband. She straddled his large, manly thigh and sat on his knee, wrapping her arms seductively around his neck. “Are we all alone?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“Uh, sort of,” Jim stammered. “Sue got a little tipsy and Dave took her downstairs to sleep it off,” he explained.

“Really? I didn’t think she drank that much,” Lindsay cooed, inching closer to and obviously nervous Jim.

“Yeah, she, uh just seemed to get drunk all of a sudden,” he said before being interrupted by a low, guttural moan coming from the downstairs basement. “Was that my wife?” he asked almost rhetorically. His question was answered soon enough by the rhythmic slamming of the headboard and Sue calling out Dave’s name.

“I guess the little slut couldn’t wait,” Lindsay said, slipping her hand into Jim’s jeans and grabbing his cock just as their lips met.