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Archive name: wifefuck.txt (MF, wife-sharing)
Authors name: Car Cadott (No Address)
Story title : Wife Fuck

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Wife Fuck (MF, wife-sharing)
By Car Cadott (No Address)

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Paul was a single friend of mine that I'd known since 
we were freshmen in high school. Sitting across from 
me, Paul commented about his willingness to pay one of 
the cheerleaders we'd seen interviewed on ESPN, if 
she'd show him her pussy.

"I'd just like to see it-you know?"

He said they were all cute and looked sexy and all, but 
he always wondered what their pussies looked like! He 
then went on to explain the differences in the 
appearance and functionality of women's pussies before 
Kim, my wife, interrupted by asking him how much he'd 
pay this girl to expose her herself. He was going to 
say $20, but then said $50, eying my wife 
speculatively.

"You can get laid for $50 most places," Kim suggested, 
but Paul defended his statement by reminding her that 
the cheerleaders weren't whores, and $50 was pretty 
good cash just to flash their pussy.

"So how much would you pay to see mine?" My wife asked 
in a sweet, innocent voice.

I didn't say anything, I just sat back, stunned and 
amused by the course the talk had taken. I like to tell 
Kim how pretty she is because I really do think she 
looks fantastic. She has a gorgeous hard body and I 
knew that her pussy is a wonderful thing to behold. 
It's rather petite, and her outer lips are chubby and 
kept smooth-shaven, and I keep the dark blond triangle 
of curls that frame it trimmed short for her.

Everything was sort of time delayed for me. Everything 
I heard took quite a few seconds to actually achieve 
meaning for me, so by the time my brain truly under-
stood she was talking about showing him her pussy, my 
buddy was telling my wife she was hot but not a 
cheerleader, so he wasn't sure he'd pay $50 to see her 
pussy.

"I can't exactly brag about having seen your pussy down 
at the bar to a bunch of guys who don't know who you 
are," He said, looking at me. I just looked back at 
him. I remember feeling like I wasn't really there, 
like I was watching a movie. Suddenly, Kim stood up, 
unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down her legs. She 
kicked them off, sending them flying over to the couch 
where Paul sat, and stood there in her sweater and 
panties with her legs spread a comfortable distance 
apart. The panties were small and all white and fit her 
very snugly. Stray curls of blonde pussy hair peeked 
out through on leg hole, and the thin fabric revealed 
not only the rise of her mound, but also hinted at the 
pursed lips of her chubby pussy! Kim hooked her fingers 
in the elastic of her panties and pulled them up even 
tighter against her inviting slit, teasing him.

"You sure you wouldn't give me $50 to take these off?"

"You're kidding, right?" Paul asked, again looking at 
me, but I didn't even look at him. I was staring at my 
wife's crotch, trying to figure out why she was 
standing there, in front of my friend in her panties, 
and why I wasn't saying anything.

"There's only one way to find out," Kim said.

Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketball 
and drinking too much beer. My wife Kim occasionally 
wandered in and stayed for a while. Not so much to 
watch the game, but to see how drunk I was getting. 
She'd been getting on me about my drinking and warned 
me not to get trashed, but I was pretty gone. I don't 
even remember who was playing, or which of the two 
teams I was cheering-I just remember taking chug-a-lugs 
every time they fouled, every time they missed a shot, 
and two for missing a three-pointer. 

Paul wasn't half as blown as I was.

Paul pulled out his wallet and laid two twenties and 
two fives on the coffee table, while smirking at Kim. I 
tell Kim all the time what a sexy pussy she has. Paul's 
right -- not all pussies are cute. Kim and I had gone 
so far as to show off her pussy at the mall doing the 
cliche 'wear no panties at the shoe store' thing. We 
always had great sex for days after letting some other 
guy get a peek at her preened pussy.

"Well," Kim said to me, "let's see if Paul thinks my 
pussy is as nice as you do."

Kim walked up to Paul and stood right in front of him. 
He sat up straight, which brought him face to crotch 
with my wife.

"Go ahead, take them off... you paid for it," Kim said 
in a husky voice. Stunned, I watched Paul hook his 
fingers in the sides of my wife's panties and slowly 
slide them down her bare thighs until they fell to her 
feet and her blonde framed pussy was naked and "in" his 
face.

"You have two minutes, Paul, do you want me to pose for 
you?"

Paul just nodded without indicating what he wanted her 
to do, so my wife posed herself for him like a 
stripper. She sat down in front of him and spreads her 
legs as far apart as she could. Then she closed them 
and brought her knees up to her chest. Finally, for his 
last thirty seconds or so, she turned around and got on 
her hands and knees and waved her naked pussy at him 
like she wanted a doggy-fuck.

When the time was up, Kim simply faced him again and 
sat on her butt with her legs still open so Paul could 
still see her pussy. She then said something that was 
enough to tear through even my alcohol-induced fog.

"So, " Kim asked him, while she ran one of her fingers 
over the sensitive divide between her chubby cunt lips 
that had started to become a little swollen, "...are 
you sure all you want to do is look?"

"Add another fifty and I'll let you fuck me right here 
on the floor."

Paul looked at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Don't worry about him," Kim told him, "...he's been 
dying to have someone else fuck me, he wants to watch 
us."

"Add another twenty and you can take me to our bedroom 
and fuck me in private," Kim then added as she slipped 
one of her own fingers inside herself right in front of 
Paul.

While Paul wrote out a check, my wife pulled off her 
sweater and dropped her bra, exposing her breasts for 
him. Giggling and waving good-bye to me, my wife led 
Paul back to our bedroom and closed the door behind 
them.

The blood in my veins started to boil, but it wasn't 
jealousy. Kim was right-I'd been fantasizing about her 
fucking other men for ages I just didn't know she knew 
how much. 

Even as I thought about that, I thought about her 
taking off Paul's clothes. I saw her in my mind, 
freeing his erection and cooing over it as she lay back 
on our bed, spreading her legs to expose her cunt for 
another man to mount.

By the time I made it to the bedroom door, my wife's 
giggles had become sighs -- the sounds she makes when 
her pussy is first entered. When her vocalizations 
changed to grunts, I knew he was thrusting harder into 
her. Then came the keening cry from her that told me 
she'd orgasmed on his cock. Making her cum excited Paul 
more and I could hear him start to fuck her harder, 
grunting and moaning. I could clearly hear him telling 
her how good her pussy felt and how long he'd wanted to 
fuck her.

When he came, I had no idea whether he'd cum inside her 
or pulled out and shot his load on her smooth tanned 
body, but I knew they'd be coming out soon, so I made 
my way back to the couch. For some reason, I wanted to 
act like it hadn't affected me, like I wasn't even 
concerned that my wife had just sold her pussy for $70.

Paul came out fully dressed, except for his socks and 
shoes, but my wife came out still naked and stayed that 
way. I had gotten quite hard, and Kim noted it with 
satisfaction, enjoying my shocked stare at her open, 
swollen pussy. I later found out she decided to remain 
nude because she wanted me to see the traces of my 
friend's come leaking out of her pussy.

I asked her why she charged him money to fuck her and 
she said she might as well get paid for it. I asked her 
if it didn't make her feel like a whore and she asked 
me when the last time a player in the NFL or NBA played 
for free. Enjoying what you do doesn't mean you have to 
do it for free she reminded me.

After that, Paul would come over at least once a month 
to fuck my wife. The four other guys Paul has 
introduced to Kim have to have to wear a condom when 
they fuck her, but she still loves it.

 THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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