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Archive name: fuckme.txt (M+/F, wife, exh, gb)
Authors name: Cheryl (cjr34@hotmail.com)
Story title : Can You Say Fuck Me?
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Can You Say Fuck Me? (M+/F, wife, exh, gb)
by Cheryl (cjr34@hotmail.com)
***
Husband and wife take a road trip out of state to visit
a swinger club. Along the way the wife has an adventure
and once they get to the club she really takes off. And
all the while all she can say is "Fuck Me." And if she
says anything else she will lose the bet with her
husband.
***
I looked at my husband with disbelieving eyes as I asked
him again, "I can only say fuck me all weekend long?"
He smugly looked at me and said, "Well you agreed to the
rules and you did lose the bet and those are the words I
have chosen for this weekend."
I suppose I should explain. Every once in a while, we
make bets or dares to go along with the games we play. A
while back I came up with a game where the loser (my
husband as it turned out at the time) could only say one
phrase all weekend long.
One weekend when I lost I was forced to wear only skimpy
cutoffs and a very little half t-shirt all weekend long.
He took me to the mall on a shopping trip and you can
imagine the stairs I got.
Anyway that first time my husband's phrase for the
weekend had been "Of course I'd love to." Well it was one
of my better weekends when I got to finally drag his ass
to the ballet, the flower show at the botanical gardens
and the home and garden show. He vowed revenge and I just
laughed.
During this year's final four of basketball, we drew
names of teams for the tournament and as it turned out my
team (a pre tournament favorite) was eliminated in the
first round. So by default he won and I had to agree to
the terms of the contest.
We have a jar with suggestions that we each wrote down
for this type of thing to spice things up a bit. One type
of suggestion was phrases, others were clothing
selections, place selections, etc. He though had pulled
the one phrase ticket.
I went to bed that night wondering what his phrase would
be.
He waited till Friday night when we both had the full
weekend, like I had had with him, and he told me my
phrase would be "fuck me". At first I thought it was
amusing but we had had this trip planned to St. Louis for
several months now and that was when my phrase 'fuck me'
was going to be invoked.
I looked at him and asked, "What about ordering dinner in
restaurants or anything like that?"
He said, "Well you'll have to let me do all the talking
unless you want to say fuck me to the waiter." He said
this with a twinkle in his eye and I knew he wouldn't
hold it to me. But little did I know.
Now the reason for the trip to St. Louis was strictly for
fun. There is a club in the St. Louis area called PT's,
it's actually in Centreville Ill., about 16 miles due
east of St. Louis. Just off highway 64 for those in or
near the area.
On Saturday nights they have a couples night in their
all-nude dancers club. And on Saturday nights couples
take over the main dance stage and can dance nude and
they can even fuck on stage or anywhere up on the main
dance floor area and do it legally. The club has been
standing room only for years on Saturday nights and this
was our destination for the weekend.
*
I am a compulsive exhibitionist who loves to be watched.
I'm happily married to an older voyeur who loves to watch
me doing my thing. I am now 24 and my hubby is 49. I
married for love and not because I would be his young
trophy wife although that is what I am considered. We
have been married since I was 16 although I was very
mature for my age.
I am 24, blonde, 5 feet 6 inches tall, about 135 lbs, and
I still measure out at 34c-22-36 and I keep fit and trim.
I have firm tits, dancers legs, a firm butt and I love
sex. Oral, anal, straight, and I am bi, love women too,
and I am not prejudiced in the slightest.
*
So the weekend arrived, and as usual I packed the
required clothes with my husband throwing in some
"extras" as well. That Friday night we left our home and
headed out on the interstate for St. Louis via I-70 for
the twenty-one hour road trip to our destination.
Since our trip started that night, I knew it was okay to
just talk. With him I could have an almost normal
conversation because I would know when the question he
asked would require a fuck me answer.
Our first stop at a truck stop to eat and gas up was
uneventful although my cutoffs and t-shirt attracted some
comments among the truckers. We caught some shuteye in
Russell Kansas, in a truck stop and took off again at
daybreak.
On the interstate, my husband requested that I change
into a summer dress. I thought that would be a good idea
too so I could let the air flow up and under my hem to
cool me off.
It was when the traffic began to get heavy and more and
more truckers filled the road that things began to get
interesting.
As we drove along I-70 eastbound, my husband encouraged
me to unbutton some buttons on my dress, from above and
from below near the hem. He knew I'd do it without
complaint.
As we passed truckers, they looked down and saw quite a
bit of me exposed. We could hear their chatter on the CB
radio in our car.
After a while I began talking to a particularly talkative
trucker who had been following us for the past 80 miles.
As he drove along side us and looking down to get his
little show, I exposed more and more of my body to him. I
even played with myself as he watched.
For some reason we had gotten the idea this trucker was
turning off in Kansas City to head down south. There was
a rest stop area coming up in 3 miles. That's when my
husband said, "Whatever he says next, ask him if he wants
to fuck you."
Now I am not easily embarrassed nor am I shy, but this
was something going out on the air for whoever was
listening and the fact I knew at least ten other truckers
were listening, was something else.
At first I wanted to renege on our deal, but then I
thought to myself that the next time we played this game
and it was my husband's turn to do the deed, he'd have an
excuse not to. Oh well I thought, and steeled my nerves.
The trucker I was talking to blabbered something and I
without thinking about the consequences blurted out, "So
honey, you want to fuck me?"
There was dead air for like fifteen seconds, which in
reality was like forever for truckers. I could hear faint
cries in the background of "Yeah baby, I'll fuck you!!"
etc. But the trucker closest to us drowned them out and
he said, "Hey baby, there's a rest stop coming up in one
mile, pull in and lets talk about it."
Now all truckers know every truck stop along any given
route and I knew we would soon be joined by more than
just our trucker. I had asked him if he wanted to fuck me
and as we slowed down I wondered how many others would
follow us in to the rest area. Was this getting out of
hand? Did my husband really want me to do this?
In the truck stop area, the trucker climbed out of the
cab of a big old Volvo tracker. He wasn't hard on the
eyes. When I climbed out of our car with all but two
buttons undone on my dress, his eyes popped.
I walked over to him and climbed up into his cab and we
spent about 45 minutes in his bed area in the back while
he fucked me any way he wanted. I gave him oral sex,
which I really love doing. Then after his first come he
fucked me long and hard.
I was surprised that a man who had been on the road like
forever, would have that much staying power, but he
brought me to several orgasms (nothing great mind you,
but good anyway) and still took the time to make sure I
was satisfied before he came. All in all it way very
enjoyable.
As I climbed down from his cab, I saw quite a few trucks
parked near us and I saw all the men's eyes following me
back to our car. My husband told me that about 7 truckers
had pulled in after we had. I told him I knew. We pulled
back onto the Interstate again on our way to St. Louis.
After all, I had no intention of pulling a train with a
bunch of strange men in a rest area.
*
Saturday night found us at PT's show club in Centreville
Ill. And having a good time. Now a word of caution here
for anyone wishing to go to this club, all of the male
employees are free to ask any female club attendee for
sex. That's right, they can ask, not demand. It's open to
the public and it is standing room only on Saturday
nights. On this night, my phrase would be in force as I
had expected.
The funny thing was that the first contacts I had with
the employees of PT's were waitresses, when I was
supposed to order drinks. My husband deliberately left
that up to me.
I looked up at him when our waitress asked me for a drink
order and all I could say was, "Fuck me."
She didn't pause, she didn't hesitate, she just said she
was on duty till 6 in the morning and couldn't do
anything till then. She sort of left it open that after
that, she would be available to do whatever I wanted.
Anyway, we were there for fun, so soon we had our drinks,
and in short order I was asked to dance by some nice
looking guy sitting nearby. When he cam over to our
tabled and asked for a dance, all I could say was, "Fuck
me."
Without a bat of his eyes, he took my hand and looked at
my husband. Hubby just smiled so the guy led me onto the
dance floor and we began to dance. His hands roamed
freely all over my body, (My shouldn't they? After all
I'd asked him to fuck me, so feeling me up on the dance
floor wasn't much of a jump. Anyway that was pretty much
happing all around us.
After a bit he casually lifted my skirt from behind
showing off my bare pantiless ass to crowd watching, and
without a by your leave he walked me over to the rail
surrounding the dance floor and had me brace myself along
the rail facing the crowd.
They watched as he pulled down his jeans and began to
fuck me from behind as I stared out on the crowd. It was
something to stand there with this stranger fucking me
from behind while all those people watched us. My body
jerked each time he thrust into me and I could hardly
breath I was so hot.
Finally my lover grunted and he held my hips tight as he
thrust one final time. I felt his body tense and I knew
that he'd done his business. So did the crowd because
some of them applauded.
Our little show was rather unusual even for that place. I
guess because I was new meat so to speak, I had a lot of
requests to dance after that and all of them fucked me
against the rail before their dances were over.
Thank god I didn't have to fuck everyone, just those that
I had to respond to with, "Fuck me," to. Several girls
came on to me as well and from about 9 pm to almost 5 am,
I had a great time as the center of attention. I think I
was the most active woman in the place that night.
*
For those of you curious, I am not an employee of PT's in
Centreville, Ill., however it is a real club and Saturday
nights are very sexy. We go there several times a year
for the partying. So anyone who lives nearby should check
the place out. Who knows maybe some day you'll see me
there and we can hook up.
Just ask, "Are you Cheryl?"
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