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Archive name: Mw06.txt text #2606
Author: Robert Handle
Story title: "Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife."
PART 6 of 6
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This series of story's contains all sorts of sexual acts
between wife husband, and other men, woman and children.
If any or all of these topics offend you, or you are un-
der the legal age of 18, please delete this file now!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part VI
This is the sixth of a series about my wife, Kristi.
If you've been following these stories, you realize by
now that to properly fuck my wife, an element of humil-
iation should be present. I don't know why this is,
but it is, and I've learned to use this to my advantage. The more she's humiliated,
particularly in public, the hotter she gets.
Last week we were in Houston and decided to go out
for a bit of adventure. Kristi is a knock-out red-head.
Her breasts are firm, 38dd, capped by perfect nipples.
They are always hard, even when not sexually excited.
Her 5'5" frame weighs in at 120 pounds, she has green
eyes, freckles, great legs, and a heart shaped ass! She
looks like she's ready to fuck at the drop of a hat...
and bless her little pussy...she is!
We decided to stop in at a porno theater to replen-
ish our toy chest. On the way to the shop, Kristi and
I talked about her recent week at work. She works about
three hundred miles from our home, and as a result she
shares an apartment with another woman in the city
where she works. We don't get to see each other during
the week, so weekends are set aside for hot parties.
This weekend would prove to be no exception.
"Did you fuck anyone last week?" I asked her as we
drove.
"Well...Suzanne, of course." She replied.
Suzanne is the woman she shares the apartment with.
They've been lovers for about a year now. "I know you
and Suzanne did it...but I mean, did you fuck any men
this week."
"Men?"
I knew she was stalling. My cock new it too. I was
already growing hard in my pants.
"Yes, Kristi. Men. You know...hairy people with
dangling cocks?"
"Oh, those. Yeah...I think I did."
"You think? You don't remember?"
"Well, yeah...I remember. I just don't want to talk
about it, that's all."
This was such an obvious ploy. She wanted to talk
about it. She wanted to tell me every detail. But she
wanted me to drag it out of her...one juicy detail at a
time. And I was more than glad to play this game.
"Tell me about him, Kristi."
"What do you want to know?"
"For openers, what was his name?"
"I never asked him. He just sort of appeared out of
nowhere, felt me up, fucked me, and left."
"Kristi!"
"I know...that's sort of whorish isn't it. To let a
man fuck me and not even know his name."
"It's not "sort" of whorish...it IS whorish!"
"Well...what could I do? He had his hands all over
me, touching me...pushing his fingers inside my cunny,
making me come...I couldn't stop him...and I certainly
didn't want to break the mood by talking."
"Where did you meet this guy?"
"He came to the apartment to service the dryer."
"And he ended up servicing you, right?"
"That's not how it happened. You make it sound so
cheap!"
"So tell me...how did it happen?"
"Well, he was working on the dryer, and I was get-
ting dressed to go to the office. I had started getting
dressed earlier, but Suzanne had come in my room and
found me wearing only my panties, and well..."
"Panties? I thought we agreed you'd not wear any-
more panties. Remember?"
"I remember, and you know I usually don't, but I had
a very important meeting that afternoon, and I didn't
want to be in there with nothing covering my pussy."
"Go, on."
"Well, Suzanne had come in and found me, like I
said, and well...one thing led to another, and pretty
soon she was licking my nipples and twisting them...
making me very hot!"
"I know how hot she makes you. What does this have
to do with the dryer service man?"
"Well...she got a little carried away and started to
play with my pussy...while I was still wearing my
panties. She started rubbing my clit through the silk
material...and then slipped her finger under the leg
band and started to push her finger in and out of my
cunt...until I couldn't help myself...I came!"
"...And?"
"And nothing...I just came...hard! I soaked my
panties with my love juices...and I couldn't wear them
at that point."
"So what did you do?"
"Well, Suzanne had to go to work, and she left me
lying there on the bed, my breasts heaving...my nipples
rock hard, and my panties soaked. I got up, took them
off, and rinsed them out at the sink. I took my hair
dryer and tried to dry them enough so I could still
wear them...you know...I only have the one pair, thanks
to you."
"I don't want to hear about your lack of panties.
If you didn't give a pair to every man you fucked,
you'd have hundreds of pairs right now."
"I know. But anyway, I slipped them back on, but
the waistband was still damp from the washing. I
slipped my robe on, you know the one, the red sheer
robe you gave me from Hong Kong."
"The one you can see right through?"
"Well, I guess you can. But anyway, I didn't think
about that. I just wanted to get my panties dry, and I
knew the man was repairing the dryer, so I went into
the washroom to ask him how long it would be before he
was done."
"Wearing only that thin see-through robe?"
"No, silly. I had my panties on too!"
"I see."
"So did he. I asked him when the dryer would be
ready, and he said he was finished, that I could use it
now if I wanted to."
By now, Kristi was stroking my growing hard on as I
drove through Houston. She was leaning into me, rub-
bing my cock, and at the same time showing me a lot of
her well shaped legs...so much, in fact, that the top
of her hose was visible to not only me, but anyone
driving a pick up or van. She started to unzip my pants
as she continued to tell me this story.
"Anyway...I didn't have a lot of time...and he
seemed like a nice man...so i just reached under my
robe and slipped the panties down my legs...and stepped
out of them...I walked past him...but I did notice his
bulge in his pants...and dropped them in the dryer. I
started the dryer and turned to say something to him
and that's when I realized how excited he had become."
"How excited?"
"Well...I know this sounds awful...but he'd taken
his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. Oh,
Phillip! It was HUGE!"
By now she'd unzipped my pants and pulled my cock
out to give her better access to what I knew she
wanted. Traffic was stalled in front of us on the
Interstate, moving about five miles an hour it seemed..
but it may have seemed that way because of the way
Kristi was fondling my now rock hard dick.
"What did you do then?"
"Well...what could I do. I was mesmerized by that
long black cock...it seemed so..."
"Black cock? You didn't tell me he was black."
"Oh. Sorry. Yeah, he was black."
I knew that would seal it for her. She is obsessed
with fucking black men...ever since the time she'd done
a live sex show in NYC years ago. She'd been fucked by
a guy named Trinidad, on a stage, in front of around a
hundred guys...and he'd used her like a cheap street
whore.
"Go on...then what happened?"
"Well...I didn't know what he planned to do to me,
so I thought I'd better cooperate with whatever he had
in mind. I didn't want to get raped. I'd think you'd
be proud that I had so much presence of mind."
"Go on..."
"Well...I got right in front of him, and told him
that I didn't think he should be doing that...that a
man with a cock that big should have someone else do
that for him. He didn't say anything, so I reached
down between us and just sort of put it in my hand...
and started pumping it...kinda like he was."
"And then?"
"Then it keep growing in my hand...and I knew I'd
better plan on doing something to get his condition
under control. And while I was trying to decide what
to do, he placed his big black hands on my shoulders
and kind of pushed me down...on my knees in front of
him. What else could I do? His throbbing cock was
still in my hand...about four inches from my face...
so...I did the only thing I could do...I kissed the
head of his giant dick. I thought that maybe he'd be
happy with that and let me get back up. But it didn't
work out that way at all."
"No?"
"No! Instead of being grateful that a woman like
me had even allowed him to position his cock so close
to her mouth, he put his left hand behind my
head and pushed me closer to his stiff tool."
By now she was licking my cock as she talked. Licked
and stroked and then licked some more. I reminded her
about where we were.
"Don't get too carried away, sweety, people are
watching from the other cars."
"Can they see what I'm doing?"
"Some can."
"But not all? Not everyone around can see me suck-
ing you, can they?"
"No, not all."
"Then why don't you put the top down?"
"Kristi!"
She looked at me once more, and engulfed my entire
cock in her mouth. Just before she went all the way
down on it, she smiled and mouthed the words..."Do it!"
By now traffic had stopped completely. It was my
best opportunity to do what she wanted. I reached up
and unhooked the clasps holding the top on our BMW, and
pushed the button to lift the roof up and away. To her
credit, she never stopped sucking me, even as she must
have realized that now every car around us knew she was
sucking my cock like a cheap whore. I knew I wouldn't
last long. I urged her head off my dick. I didn't
want to come this soon.
"Wait...you didn't tell me the rest of what
happened. After you had his cock in your mouth...what
did you do?"
"I can't believe you're asking me that! What do you
think I did? I just sucked his dick until I felt him
beginning to mount his orgasm...and then I sucked him
harder! Oh, Phillip, you should have seen me sucking
his black cock...it would have made you come just
watching."
That part was probably true. I often come at the
point of another man coming in her, either her mouth...
or her pussy and especially in her ass. But right now..
I wanted to feel her mouth back on my hard cock. I
wanted to come in her mouth. Bit I also wanted to wait
a little more. She understood and sat back up in her
seat. She made no attempt to cover my cock, but she
did open her purse and get her lip stick and compact
out. She sat next to me...looking like the picture of
primness and proper, reapplying her lipstick as if
she'd just finished a cup of coffee, instead of sucking
my cock like the hot bitch she is. After pushing her
hair back like she wears it, she turned toward me...
leaving my cock totally alone...and started to finish
the story.
"Well...we reached that point that I knew there
would be no denying this man his come...and I felt like
he'd be really pissed off if I took my mouth off his
cock this close to his coming...so I just sucked him
harder and harder, and undid his pants at the same time
I was sucking. His pants fell to the floor when I had
the snaps and belt undone...and during all this, I
never let him fall out of my mouth. He was really
pushing it into my throat, too. But I just relaxed my
mouth and throat...and let him slide deeper into my
oral pussy.
I was really excited at this point. I knew what he
was thinking...he couldn't believe a classy white bitch
like me would do this to him. Just when I was certain
he was about to pop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth
and jerked me to my feet."
"No way I'm going to waste my hot come in your mouth
Bitch! I want some of that fine white pussy!"
"And then he fucked your pussy?"
"No, not exactly. I reached down between my legs...
and if I thought Suzanne had made me wet...well, she
was amateur hour compared to this guy. I had a full
handful of my own slick juiced in my left hand. That's
when I did it."
"Did what?"
"Made it so he couldn't help but fuck me. I smeared
all those woman juices of mine all around my ass hole,
and then leaned over in front of him. He didn't need an
invatation. He put his cock head against my ass hole
and started to shove. He wasn't very gentle."
"Did you ask him to be?"
"No."
"I see."
"I knew he intended to ram his entire length in me,
run his cock all the way up my bowels, but i had other
ideas. I wanted that monster cock in my pussy...not
just my ass."
"So?"
"So I asked him if he wanted my pussy. I think I
said something like, 'Oh, baby...I want you in my tight
hot pussy. Fuck me like my husband does there.'"
"Then he asked me where my husband was, and I told
him I wasn't sure, but I thought you might be in
Dallas. He slid his cock out of my ass...and it was
really hard for me to let him do that...I was realling
building a great climax there, but he did it anyway.
He spoke to me in a really husky voice."
"What did he say?"
"I'm not able to quote him verbatim, but the gist of
the conversation was that I was about to get his cock
inside my pussy...and did I want to clean his dick be-
fore he 'barged' right in?"
"And you said..."
"Well, of course I wanted to clean his cock a
bit...it had just been in my ass...and now it was
headed for my pussy. I started to straighten up to
go get a towel...when he stopped me."
"Use your mouth, bitch!"
"The fuck I will," was my first reply.
"Your first reply?"
"Yeah. But he grabbed me by my hair, bunching it
up in his hand and twisting it till he had my full
attention."
"I said use your mouth, cunt!"
"I realized I had little choice in this matter, so
I dropped back to my knees and took his cock back in-
side my mouth. He just rocked back and forth, fucking
my lips, fucking my mouth without mercy. At first I
could taste and smell me on it...but as he continued
to screw my face...I got back into the feeling...and
then, he shot off as I continued to suck."
"You let him come in your mouth?"
"Like I had a choice, right?"
"What happened next?"
"Well, after he emptied his balls in my mouth and
all over my face and breasts...I sort of sat back and
looked up at him. I mean...I didn't know if that would
be enough sex to finish him off...or if he'd want
more."
All the while, as she told me this story, she'd
resumed her teasing of my hard cock. She had moved
closer to me...and was whispering the story in my ear,
her hot breath making my cock harder, and her fingers,
nails actually, were making lines in the hard flesh of
my manhood. She wasn't actually jerking my cock...but
the effect was the same. I wanted my wife right then,
more than ever. And as I listened to her telling me
about how this black man had used her, used her mouth
and her ass...I was getting hotter and hotter.
"Finally, I told him I had to get cleaned up and go
to work. He didn't seem impressed with that, but he
did sort of snap out of the stupor he appeared to be
in."
"Not yet, you don't, bitch. I ain't had none of
that white pussy yet."
"I knew he wasn't going to leave without fucking me.
..and quite honestly, I still hadn't come...so I stood
back up, leaned over the wash table, (that meant my ass
was higher than the rest of me) and looked back over my
shoulder. Finally I said to him...'Well, boy, if you
want to fuck this white woman, you better do it now.'"
"You called him 'boy'?"
"It was pretty obvious to me that he wanted to make
this more powerful by making it a white and black thing
...so, yes...I used that term."
Her fingers were barely touching my cock now, but I
swear I'd never been harder!
"And then...?"
"And then he fucked me."
That's all I needed. I didn't care about the
details at that point. The minute my wife told me the
black guy had pushed his cock into her pussy...I was
off like a bottle of the bubbly! My reaction wasn't
wasted on her. She leaned closer and finished my
orgasm by whispering, barely audible, "So you see...
after he shoved himself into your wife's pussy, it was
all I could do not to faint...He poured his cum inside
me...and fucked me like a whore. He fucked your bride
like she was a street whore!"
She accented what she'd just whispered by licking my
ear, pushing her tongue inside it, licking, washing,
breathing hot breath all the time, digging her blood
red long fingernails into my cock...into my thigh...
insisting that I yield what cum I still held inside me!
"So you see...If I'd have had an extra pair of
panties, the man would never have fucked me. Oh, and
by the way...I gave him the panties in the dryer."
She reached into the glove box of the car and with-
drew some baby wipes we keep there...for just such an
occasion, and proceeded to clean me up...and tuck Mr.
Happy back into my trousers...just as we were exiting.
The porno shop was less than a block away.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day and
age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual
acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imita-
ted. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only
issued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!