Bar Slut Fantasy
written by:
DeeZire

"I wonder how women do it so easily?" John asked me as I was serving him breakfast one Friday morning before he left for work.

I gave John a quizzical look while as I set his coffee cup down on the kitchen table next to his plate of bacon and eggs. "Do what, honey?"

"Pick up men in bars."

I laughed and then placed my hand on my hip in my ‘know-it-all' kind of way. "Because men are always horny and women don't have to do much beyond a friendly smile if that's what they go there for."

"I bet you could get any man you want in any bar you go to," John hinted and reached to pat my ass while smiling up at me from his kitchen chair.

I noticed that familiar sparkle in his eyes telling me he was up to something naughty which sparked a little twitch between my thighs. A sudden naughty smile curved my lips and I wiggled my buttocks between John and the kitchen table and sat upon his lap. "What are you saying honey?" I asked and draped my arm behind his neck while waiting for his answer.

He primed me for his answer when he slipped his hand through the opening of my housecoat and gently pulled my nipple, then he said, "I'd like to see you do it."

I barely heard what he said because I was sidetracked by how pleasurably sensitive my left nipple felt between his rolling fingers. It was enough to make my right nipple jealous.

"I'll give you five seconds to stop doing that before I decide to make you late for work," I said with a hiss.

"Really," John said as he slipped his hand from the soft flesh of my tit and undid the belt of my housecoat. He sandwiched his hand between my thighs and rubbed my pussy. I moaned. My lips down there felt tender to his touch, and my legs opened willingly. When they parted, John discovered the inviting wetness therein and guided his middle finger deep inside my vagina. He seemed to enjoy the look on my face and the way he made my lips quiver as he fingered my pussy in a slow teasing motion.

"Your eggs are going to get cold, honey." My voice sounded broken as I spoke.

"I don't think eggs is what I'm hungry for right now," John answered, pushing me up from his lap. He slipped the white cotton housecoat from my shoulders, baring my breasts, then he pulled my comfy garb the rest of the way off and stared at my naked body. I felt the soles of my feet leave the floor when he picked me up like a small child and set my bare ass on the cold edge of the kitchen table.

"What I am really hungry for is some hot, delicious pussy." John implied, making me stretch across the table on my back. He knelt between my legs hanging off the edge, then grabbed my thighs, pressing them back towards my chest to bring my pussy to his lips.

Knowing he was near taking me this way excited me, but not nearly as exciting as it felt when the delightful shock shot through my body as his face pressed into my crotch and sent his tongue swabbing my hot, creamy cunt.

"HONEY!" I chirped and giggled at that very instant, but my initial chirp blended into a series of desiring moans as I pulled my hair back and stretched with shameless pleasure of being naked and devoured by my husband. He jabbed my hole repeatedly with his tongue and licked my clit back and forth a number of times, making it throb with pleasure. Soon enough, I was grabbing his head and pulling his ears, urging him on.

"Oh God - Honey - yes, eat my pussy honey! Oh, it feels so good - feels so good!!!" It felt so incredibly delicious to be spread and eaten in this way on the kitchen table. I cried, begged and pleaded for John not to stop as I was feeling the rising tingles within my body that I knew would soon build into an early morning climax.

John sucked, licked and nibbled on my swollen clit, turning it raw while he fingered my cunt and rubbed her G-spot. He knew me well enough to know exactly when I would climax and he slipped his finger out and covered my heated exit with his mouth the very moment he heard me shrill and felt my body jerk.

I came so hard I squirted several times directly into John's mouth and he delighted in the sweet womanly taste of sex that issued from my pussy. Even though John had me weak and light-headed as I floated back to earth, he continued sucking on my pussy like a vacuum cleaner, trying to drink every drop of passion I had within my body until I couldn't take it any longer and braced my feet against his shoulders and pushed him away. I could see his eyes looking a little crazed and the sheen of my juices covering his lips and chin as he smiled and undid his pants, then grabbed his hard cock and pointed it at me.

"My God, honey! What's gotten into you this morning?" I could barely breath the words as my limp body lay splayed on top the kitchen table.

"I don't rightly know. Thoughts of you as a bar slut just turns me FUCKING ON!" With those words, John grabbed hold of my legs and plunged his cock deep into my slick, heated tunnel, then he fucked me wildly on the kitchen table, making the legs of the table wobble and sending the food I had served up for him crashing to the floor. He fucked my pussy mercilessly, then he pulled out and gave my ass a harder fucking until his balls erupted and gifted my cock-invaded colon with his badly needed release. With his knees weakened, John went down to the floor, pulling me down with him. After the thump of our landing, we laughed and held each other, talking about how crazy that was.

"So what about it?" John asked.

"What about what?" I responded, forgetting what it was that started this whole thing.

"You know - fulfilling a bar slut fantasy for me."

I laughed. "Help me up John. This floor is getting cold."

John helped me up from the floor. I grabbed my housecoat and with my back to him, I wrapped it around my naked body. John's request had awakened the sleeping slut within me, and with the sex he'd just given me still ringing my bells, I felt the fresh excitement of wanting to openly express myself in that way for him once again. After tying the belt tightly around my waist I turned around and asked. "When do you want to do this?"

"Tonight! It's Friday night and the bars will be filled with a lot of eligible men looking for a hot piece of ass like you. What do you say?"

"Tonight?

"Why? Do you need more time to think about it?"

"Well if it gets a rise out of you the way it did this morning, I'll do it any night of the week for you, honey," I smiled in response and hugged my husband. I then looked at the mess on the floor. "Do you want me to make you some fresh eggs and bacon?"

"No babe. I got to get to work. You're job is to pick out something hot and sexy to wear tonight."

"I'll make sure of that." I winked and kissed my husband warmly on the lips before he left for work and then I got busy cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor.

**********

Since our Ménage à trois started with my co-worker Gary, we had him over a few times for more of the same. Up until this day, Gary had been the only man we had a threesome with. Gary was a good lover, and although I was still enjoying having Gary joining us, John was starting to get bored with him. He wanted to watch me with someone new and unfamiliar, and I was more than willing to abide by his wishes.

That evening we drove to a neighboring town and chose a motel with a lounge we heard was a hot spot for singles on the weekends. We checked in and got ready for the night ahead. The plan was for John to get ready first and go down to the bar alone as a single man.

I did not want John to see what I was going to change into, assuring him that he would not be disappointed in my choice of provocative attire for the evening. I would come down later, acting as if I were alone looking for some action. John finished getting himself ready and kissed me for luck, and giving my ass a sexy squeeze underneath the robe I was wearing in waiting my turn for the shower.

John removed his wedding ring so no one would guess we were together, but I was to leave mine on to give the impression I was a married woman looking for a night of infidelity. As John was leaving the hotel room, I gave him an assuring wink and told him I would be down in a little while.

The lounge was not very busy when John entered and took a seat at the bar. He ordered a beer and struck up a conversation with the female bartender, asking if it would get busier as the evening went on. She told him it was usually standing room only on the weekends and that he was smart to get there early. Soon enough, the bar started filling with a nice combination of men and women, with the men outnumbering the women two to one. John was happy to see that while thinking that I would have a much better chance on choosing the right man for our needs.

Almost two hours had past since John had left me alone with myself in the hotel room. I knew he was probably getting worried in wondering when I would show up, but I like taking my time in getting ready for a night like this because I am not only prepping my body, but prepping my mind as well.

Just as John was getting ready to ask the bartender to use the house phone to call our room, his eyes caught the sight of a lustful beauty with long blonde hair streaming down over her shoulders as she entered the lounge. The beautiful woman that dazzled his eyes was me, and I was feeling the glory of my nature as I mingled my way through the crowd. I certainly did not disappoint my husband with the choice of my outfit. I was wearing a long black gown he had recently bought me, a gown that was probably only meant to be worn in the bedroom, but hey, where were we hoping this fantasy would lead?

The straps of the gown crisscrossed the center of my back while the thin material of the gown revealed the braless pert of my nipples swaying beneath as I walked. The gown had a high slit in the back, which opened with each step I took, giving a sexy peek of the printing thigh highs that wrapped my legs. My husband had already discovered when I wore this gown for the first time for him how the slit in the back fell open to offer an excellent opportunity to fuck my pussy from behind when he had me on my hands and knees. I wasn't wearing any panties that night, and I was sure he was wondering if I was wearing any on this night, but for the moment that would remain my little secret. My sexy outfit was completed with 5-inch black stilettos that sharpened the look of my shapely legs.

Looking hot on the outside was just a hint of what I was feeling on the inside in light of the stares I was getting from the men I passed by as I walked to the other end of the bar and ordered a drink. After paying for my drink, I stepped back from the bar and sipped through the straw as I looked around to check out the variety prospects to fulfill our unbridled plans of fun for the night.

My eyes stopped to concentrate on a table with three interesting looking guys, probably mid to late twenties in age. One in particular had this "bad boy" look with long dark hair, the type of man that makes my pussy wet just to look at. I made my way over to their table and promptly got their attention.

"Hi, I'm having a problem finding a place to sit, and I see you have an empty chair," I said standing next to the long hair.

He coolly pulled out the empty chair that was next to him as the other two were looking quite eager for me to join them. We all began to chat as soon as I settled into my seat. It seemed that whatever they were talking about before my appearance wasn't as important as wanting to know who I was and where I was from. I told them that my name was Dee, and they introduced themselves as Danny, Jeff, and Troy. Troy was the one with the long hair.

Danny and Jeff were the two that I wasn't all that interested in. They were too horny to start with and way too immature. Troy was cool and not as overly reactive to my presence as the other two were. My process of elimination was over before it really got started. I wanted the sexy, long haired specimen that I was sitting next to. Troy was the Alpha male of the three, there was no doubt in my mind about it.

The moment I felt comfortable enough to make my daring move, I lowered my hand under the table and touched the inside of his thigh as I leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "I'd like to talk to you alone."

The four of us chatted a little longer, but by my actions, Danny and Jeff soon realized that Troy was the one I was interested in and got up from the table and got lost in the crowd to give us the space to be alone together.

Right after they left, Troy looked at me and frankly stated, "So let me guess. Your married, and your husband isn't giving you what you need and you're out looking for some hot action."

"What brought you to that conclusion?" I asked.

"The ring on your finger tells me your married and your hand next to my cock is telling me you're hot to trot," he answered while looking me over with his knowing eyes.

"Well, you are right to a point, but it's a little more complicated than that."

"Do tell," he said with a curious stare.

"What I am really looking for is a threesome, but that is something my husband would never go for. Still interested?"

"Could be. I'm guessing you want me as one. So which of my buds is going to be your other lucky choice?"

"Neither. They're not my type, so I'll have to go hunting. Will you wait for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. If you want some of this, you'll have to trust me," I answered, then I leaned to him and gave him a deep wet kiss while I moved my hand over the growing bulge in his pant leg.

Leaving Troy behind at the table, I made my way back to the bar. I played my part of the game to perfection and had a hooked fish dangling on the line, but I also had some new concerns about this that made me feel a little on edge. Gary was the only man we had a threesome with so far, and I knew him from work. I felt comfortable being together with Gary and John, but this man I didn't know anything about or how taking him into this night with us would end up turning out. A fantasy is one thing, but reality does have it's unforeseen shadows that comes along with it.

I slid into a spot at the bar next to my husband, pretending not to know him as a part of the game since even with my back to Troy I knew he would be observing my actions from the moment I left him alone at the table. After getting my drink, I turned to my husband and started up a conversation with him, making it seem to Troy that I was just getting acquainted with this man for the first time.

A few minutes passed and I turned my head so that Troy couldn't see my face. "Are you OK with this, John? Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked.

He assured me that he was fine with it and had me sneak my hand down over the bulge in his slacks. He definitely had excitement going on down there in the same way it was showing on his face. Then he looked at me from another angle and slowed a bit.

"Are you OK, Dee? You look a little concerned. You know you can back out now and I will meet you back at the room, with no hurt feelings on my part."

"Not knowing anything about him makes me a little concerned. With that said, just looking at him makes me hot!" I stopped for a brief moment, then continued. "Yes, I want to keep this going. His name is Troy and he is definitely interested, but we'll have to see how he reacts after I introduce you to him as my other choice for the evenings play."

With that said, I finished my drink, then took John by the hand and led him over Troy's table. They shook hands as I introduced them to each other, then I sat in the chair next to Troy, and John sat on the other side of me. We talked for a few minutes leading up to the question that would move the evening forward.

"So, are you still interested in what we talked about, Troy?"

"Sure. I'm guessing that you filled John in on it?"

"Yes, we talked about it at the bar. He is definitely into it." Then turning my head to John, I said, "you still are, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Dee." John smiled widely.

I smiled at John, then looked back at Troy. "Are you sure?" I asked once again.

"Fuck yes, I'm sure. My question is, are you sure you really want this?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Your hands are shaking," Troy pointed out.

"I think it's just the anticipation I'm feeling that has me shaking. Think about it; a lustful married woman sneaking off with two complete strangers for a night of unbridled sex. I had never done this before. I bet you would be shaking too if you were in my shoes."

"I think she's got a point there, Troy," John laughed. It was coming down to the wire and John knew that an equal amount of nervousness accompanied my said anticipation, and decided another drink or two would help me along. He ordered another round for the three of us and kept the conversation centered on sex. After two more drinks mixed with sexually suggestive conversation, I hinted to the men that I was ready.

"Would you two gentleman mind escorting this horny adulterous to her room?"

John and Troy were up in a moment, offering me their arms. As we walked out of the lounge, many heads turned in our direction, probably wondering where this sexy woman was going with two hot looking hunks since most had noticed me enter the lounge alone.

When the three of us entered the elevator, we were alone. Troy was an aggressive man and took the liberty of pulling me away from John and into his arms, kissing me hotly. I had little doubt that it was the Alpha personality in Troy that wanted to make his dominance known. Troy was a good kisser and his tongue aroused all my senses. Before the elevator reached the sixth floor, I was rubbing his cock through his pants with one hand while equally reaching to rub John's cock through his pants as he stood next to us.

When the elevator stopped at the sixth floor, I broke from Troy's arms and slapped the "close" door button on the wall panel. I wanted to show them what a hot, sexy, sleazy woman I was. I wanted to do it mostly for Troy to get him all the more worked up me, and secondly for my husband because that was how he wanted me to act.

While holding my hand against the button, I boldly spoke my thoughts, telling them that I was horny as hell and looking forward to having the two of them filling my holes with cock. With that said, I reached for the hem of my gown and raised it up the front of my legs with my free hand, revealing that I wasn't wearing any panties and invited them both to touch me there and taste how horny I was. I hissed with pleasure as each man took their turn slipping their fingers inside my wet pussy and perform their individual taste-test before my eyes. I did that not only to heighten the excitement for the three of us, but also for whoever it was that was monitoring the security camera in the far corner of the elevator.

When I pulled up my gown inside the elevator and told them that I was looking forward to it, I meant every word of it. All it took was that one hot, sexy kiss from Troy inside the elevator to convince me that I had nothing left to be concerned about. After letting my gown fall and letting go of the button, the elevator doors opened. I led them hurriedly to the room and after closing the door behind us, I worked feverishly getting the both of them halfway undressed.

Troy helped me with his belt and pulled his pants down, releasing his rock hard cock. The sight of his cock so hard and ready tempted me to push him back into a chair and drop to my knees between his legs. My tongue headed right for his big hairy balls. I wanted to taste the salt of his sex, and after I licked them wet, I looked up to him and said, "I thought all night about getting my mouth on your cock."

"Well, there it is, baby," Troy said with a smile.

I pulled my gown apart at the slit and instructed John to work on my pussy from behind. I then turned my attention back to Troy and lowered my lips to the tip of his cock. John already knew what Troy was about to find out concerning my oral talents. John once told me there are two kinds of women; cock-suckers and cock-lovers. He told me that I was a cock lover, and it's true, I really love to pleasure a man when I bring his cock to my lips.

John stretched his neck from behind me to see what I was doing, which doubled my excitement because I was not only on my way to pleasuring Troy, but I was also giving John exactly what he wanted to see.

I licked the head of Troy's cock, enjoying for myself the silky texture of his skin while Troy stiffened in his chair with obvious enjoyment over the feel of my tongue dancing around his swollen crown, and not to exclude John taking his own enjoyment over the up close vision of his wife going down on another man.

Tasting Troy's cock on my tongue hungered me to go down on it and I sucked the head through my lips and began to work my mouth up and down on his tool. With each down stroke I took more and more of him until I was taking his cock into my throat and burying my nose in his pubic hair. While both men focused on my lively blow-job, I was getting off on it in my own way. I wanted to make it good for all of us, but especially for John's voyeuristic pleasure, so I went to work with my mouth, sucking Troy's cock like a well-seasoned, red hot whore.

Meanwhile, John was sliding three fingers in and out of my wet pussy from behind and urging me on while he watched the show. A few minutes into it and Troy was nearing an orgasm from the twisting motion of my hands and mouth on his cock. As soon as I sensed that, I popped his dick from my lips and told him, "Not yet. I don't want you to cum yet."

I stood up and had Troy finish undressing down to nothing but his skin and sit on the edge of the bed for me. Then I did a slow strip tease for both men, letting my gown slide very seductively from my shoulders, falling into a pile on the floor at my feet. My body felt hot, excited and tingled all over as I sauntered over to Troy and slowly grazed my hands up and down the sides of my long slender torso, saying to him in a soft, seductive voice, "Like what you see, baby?"

"Hell yes, you're beautiful," he answered while taking in the sight of my nylon clad, stiletto hiked legs and everything else that I had no intention of hiding. His eyes stared at my chest and liking what he saw, he reached out and gave my breasts a squeeze and tweaked my nipples between his fingers. My knees nearly buckled from the sensual touch of his hands on my breasts.

"Mmm, baby, that feels nice," I whispered. I'll give you an hour to stop that, I teased."

Troy laughed and pinched my pointed nipples tightly before I backed away and instructed John to get naked like Troy and slide to the head of the bed while I placed some pillows behind him so he was sitting up against the head of the bed.

I crawled between John's legs and grabbed his stiff cock with intentions of devouring it, and with my ass in the air I looked over at Troy. "What are you waiting for honey, a written invitation?" I mocked lightheartedly to him.

Seeing that Troy was on his way to mounting me like a dog, I turned my head back to John and started sucking his cock. I raised my ass higher in the air to give Troy full access to my starving pussy. I stopped sucking for a moment when I felt Troy greasing his dick along my slit and realizing how sensitive I was down there.

"Oh, fuck, Troy...that feels nice," I sighed. He worked the head of his cock in and out of my wet pussy to get it lubricated with my juices, and then as if without mercy, he shoved his hard prick in to the hilt, causing me to gush a blast of hot breath against John's crotch. "Oh Fucking Chriiiiist!!" I yelled, taking a series of Troy's deep penetrating strokes nearly ripping the tight walls of my pussy.

John got tired of waiting for me to stop gasping and grabbed my head and shoved his cock back inside my mouth. Seconds later I was able to get my act together and get into the rhythm of sucking and fucking these two horny cocks. With each thrust of Troy's cock, I took John deeper into my mouth.

My passion grew faster than I could contain it, and nearly as quickly I was fucking and sucking them like a wild woman in heat who had not had a cock in years. The smacking of Troy's hard muscled abdomen against my ass was making my cheeks jiggle. I liked the way it felt and took my mouth off of John's cock to tell Troy to slap my ass and fuck me even harder. No sooner did his hand started connecting with the side of my ass, I exploded with orgasms, and they came one after another. "Oh God - oh God - I'm cummmmmming - I'mmmmm cummmmmming!!!!" Over and over I yelled as my body went totally out of control with one pleasurable spasm after another.

I couldn't concentrate on sucking John any longer, and he understood what I was going through, so he took his cock in his own hand and stroked it while watching Troy putting the axe to my cunt.

"I bet your husband never fucked you like this... huh! ... huh!... huh!" spitting out his words with each thrust without the slightest inkling that my husband was right there in front of him.

"Oh God, no! Nobody - nobody - nobody has ever fucked me like-like this!"

"I'm gonna give you what you been wanting, you hot little bitch! Gonna fill that cunt with a hot load of cum!" he growled, then grabbed my hips and doubled the speed of his strokes.

My vision went blurry from the pounding I was taking, but John told me later in an amusing sort of way about how my eyes went crossed and drool dripped from my mouth as Troy fucked me for all he was worth. I couldn't recall that part, but I did recall the moment I felt Troy unleashing stream after stream of his burning liquid into the depths of my cunt. I recalled how it warmed me all over and how my body quivered with each squirt his cock released as he emptied himself into me. I remembered forgetting all about John for the moment, pushing my pussy hard against Troy to get as much of his dick into me as possible, and when he had given his last thrust, I quickly swung around and took his cock in my mouth so I could get a taste of what he'd dumped inside my pussy.

Since I had turned on the bed and got myself engaged in sucking like a hungry slut for the last drops of Troy's semen dripping dick, my pussy was now facing John, who pleasured his eyes with the gaping hole that Troy's dick left behind and the gleaming evidence of our combined orgasms running down the inside of my legs.

After I felt satisfied over cleaning Troy's cock clean as a whistle, I rolled onto my back and told John that I was ready for another cock in my pussy. John was anxious to get his horny dick inside my cum filled cavern. He quickly moved between my legs and slid easily into the slick caress of my body. I heard and felt the juices of my sex with Troy's squishing from my hole and dripping between the cheeks of my ass each time John drove his cock to the back of my cave.

John talked dirty to me and fucked me like I was someone else's wife. He made it sound so believable I almost believed I was someone else's wife, which brought the thought about how exciting it might be to actually sneak off in this way with two strangers of my choosing without John knowing it. I harbored my thoughts in the back of my mind and focused more clearly on John as he was seconds away from mixing his load in with Troy's.

"Fill me with your hot cum! I want to feel it spilling out of me," sounding my urgent desire for it.

John moaned and gave me all he had, then I sat up and took his wilting cock in my mouth like I had done to Troy's. I licked John clean, but I was not finished yet. Leaning back, I stuck two fingers into my well fucked pussy and then raised them to my lips, moaning for the sweet mix of tasty sex as I enjoyed the flavor of sucking my fingers clean. Again I dipped my fingers in my cunt, pulling them out coated in cum and spread the slimy wetness all over my tits, rubbing it in like some kind of miracle skin cream. I took more and spread it over my belly.

Troy had moved to a chair and was smoking the obligatory cigarette after a satisfying round of sex. John moved to the other bed to watch the sultry aftermath I was performing with myself. John smiled at me, seeing that I was really enjoying playing with the cum that dripped from my pussy.

After Troy finished his cigarette, I told them it was time for them to leave in an apologetic way. "I need to take a shower get home to my husband before he gets suspicious."

John knew this was the signal for them to leave. He turned to Troy and said," I guess our fun here is done."

They both dressed and on their way out, Troy turned to John and said, "Hey dude, why don't you wait outside for a moment. I need a moment with Dee."

"Hey Troy, she tired man. Let's go back to the lounge for a drink," John stumbled over his words as this took him by surprise.

"Yeah, I'll be right there," he said frankly.

"Go ahead John. I won't keep him," I broke in as I was sensing a wall of tension building up between the two men.

"OK, John replied reluctantly as he turned and walked down the hallway towards the elevator.

Troy continued to glance down the hallway until he saw John walk into the elevator, then he moved into the room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to me and pulled me close to him with a tight holding grip around my waist.

"What do you want, Troy?" I asked, not knowing what I was feeling at that moment.

"I want another night with you... alone... without him or anyone else."

"I don't think I could get away from my husband that easily. He's already somewhat suspicious of me, and he'll be asking me questions about where I had been when I get home. I don't think it's a good idea," I answered. I was running short of excuses and I didn't know what else to say.

Then I suddenly discovered I didn't have to say anything when Troy yanked me up to him and kissed me the way he kissed me earlier that evening in the elevator. There was something in that kind of kiss that made me melt inside, and at that moment I felt as though I couldn't resist it if he wanted to toss me on that bed and fuck me all over again. But he didn't. Instead he pulled his wallet out and reached for a card with his cell number on it and handed it to me.

"Call me the next time you get that itch between your legs," he said and left me standing naked and weak as he backed away and exited the room.

I looked at the card with Troy's number on it and tried to wrap my mind around the fact that he wanted to see me again. Then I thought about John and tossed the card into the trash basket and went for a much needed shower. After the shower I went back to the bed and thought about Troy's invitation for another time. I looked at the trash basket again. The words that he left me with echoed in my head, "Call me the next time you get that itch between your legs."

Troy's card sitting in that trash basket was like a glass half full of whiskey, and now that I had a taste of that whiskey, I wasn't sure if I wanted to leave the rest behind. I lifted his card from the trash can and slipped it into my purse.

When John finally got back to the room almost an hour later, I was already curled up in the clean bed opposite the one that we had sex on. John got into bed and spooned me from behind. "Are you awake?" he whispered.

"Yes. What took you so long to get back?"

"I had a couple beers with Troy before he left. What did he want to talk to you about?" John asked, pulling me closer to him.

"He just wanted to thank me in private for a good time," I answered, then pretended to drift off to sleep.

The next morning we got up together and John wanted to talk about the night. "Don't you want to know what Troy told me down at the bar after he left you?"

"Sure I do," I said sounding seriously interested in what John had to tell me as I sat up in bed.

"He said you are one hell of a cock loving slut. He said he never had a woman who could be so willing to cheat on her husband and put her ass on the line for it. He told me he had always dreamed of finding a woman who loved to fuck the way you do. He said he was hoping to run into you again sometime. He had no idea of who he was talking to. I just sat there and agreed with him."

John took a pause, and then went on, "I do know how lucky I am to have you as my wife, baby, and I am thankful that you are so open and honest with me and willing to play the slut wife roll of my fantasies.... Do you want to fuck?"

"Well," I smiled with a playful eye and reached down under the sheets for his growing woody, "only if you let me ride it."

"I love you baby," he said as I got on top.

"Ah, I love you too, honey..." I sighed as I felt the inches of his manhood adding up inside of me.