"I Want You To Fuck My Wife"
written by:
Kay

"You want this pussy, baby?"

I was straddling Glen on all fours. My face was hovering inches above his hard cock. My long dark-hair tickled his erection as I glanced over my shoulder. My panties were on the floor--along with most of my clothes--and my wet pussy was just inches from his nose.

I was wearing a black slip skirt, bra, and garter belt with cream colored stockings.

With one hand I pulled the skirt up so he could see my bare ass. I put two fingers between the lips of my cunt and spread it in front of his face. I spread my fingers open and shut, flashing him my pink.

Slow, erotic music was playing in the background and I wagged my hips slowly to the bass.

"You like this pussy?" I repeated.

Glen made an affirmative grunt. I knew he was dying to taste me. But he was helpless to do anything about it. His arms were spread above his head--each one cuffed to a corner bedpost. He wore a snug metal cockring that would make it virtually impossible for him to cum.

This was his game--not mine. It's what he wanted. And it's one I'd learned to find very enjoyable--something I'd never expected when he'd first suggested it weeks before. Honestly, it was better than the actual sex, which was beginning to bore me.

'You want to taste my cunt?"

I was sloppy wet and wanted nothing more than to get off. I ached to have his tongue and fingers inside me. But I wasn't ready to give in.

"Let me taste it," he said.

I lowered my hips slowly. I rubbed by velvety box on his nose and quickly pulled away.

Glen bucked against the restraints. He was frustrated.

I took his hard cock in my hand. Drops of cum were seeping out of the head. It was a nice one--but at 7 inches, not exactly the stuff that every girl dreams about.

I licked up and down his shaft. Glen moaned like a high school boy getting head for the first time. I sealed my lips around the head and gave him a big slurp.

"I wanna fuck, Glen," I said.

"No. Not yet!" he said.

But he wasn't the one in control.

I turned around to face him. I leaned back and slowly took his quivering cock inside me. It felt SO GOOD sliding inside me!!

I took off my bra and started playing with my own titties.

"I wish you were touching me," I said. I played with my own nipples and moaned. At the same time I started slowly grinding up and down his shaft.

Glen was trying to fight it, but he couldn't resist. He started rocking his hips. He wanted to go faster. And deeper.

I put a finger on my clit and started rubbing it. The other hand stayed on my tits, alternating between nipples. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and took things nice and slow.

Every time he tried to go faster, I stopped. And then I'd start back slow and steady. Building myself up. Frantically rubbing my clit I got off hard a first time.

Then I turned around to face his feet. Riding him reverse-cowgirl I started moving my hips faster. With each stroke I leaned forward and let his cock rub my clit. I reached down and unlatched the cockring. "Cum in pussy, baby," I groaned. "Cum inside me."

We started moving in rhythm with one another. He would thrust up as I rocked back. I heard him grunt several times and then felt his hot load spray inside me. I reached back to my clit and and got myself off a second time as he was finishing.

Ten minutes later I laid beside Glen in bed. He was free from his restraints.

"That was fun," I said, getting up to leave.

He started to say something and then paused. I had to persuade him to finally spit it out.

"I want you to fuck my wife," he said.

"What?" I said.

"Really," he said. "I want to watch you fuck my wife."

I glanced over at the nightstand by the bed. She looked like an attractive enough woman--at least in their wedding picture. But the situation was weird. I told him I wasn't interested.

"Please," he started to plead. "I've been working on this for years. Trying to convince her to fuck someone else while I watch. I think she's ready."

I told him I'd think about it, got dressed, and got the hell out of there. At that moment, I had no intention of ever going back.

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When I first met Glen we'd worked at the same office. I was used to coworkers flirting with me, but he was extremely forward.

"Look," I finally said "I don't date co-workers, and I don't date married guys."

Neither one was 100% true historically, but Glen didn't know any better. He was attractive enough--a fit guy in his late 30s--but it didn't seem worth the hassle of a work place fling.

A few months later he'd left the company for another job. And that's when the packages started. It was mostly flowers and expensive chocolates. And for a while I ignored him, but he was persistent. Finally I sent him back a note with the name of an expensive lingerie boutique that I liked. When he started sending me vintage slips and peignoirs, he had my attention.

I let him know up front that it was just a fling. I wasn't interested in dating. He got a room in an upscale hotel, we ordered a room service dinner, and after pleasant conversation and a bottle of wine we ended up fucking. The next date was more of the same. The sex was good, but not mind blowing or particularly imaginative. I was getting bored of the whole thing when he brought up his restraint fantasy. Despite my skepticism, I ended up enjoying. And what I'd intended to only be a couple of weeks of fun--and nice gifts--eventually led to the two of us getting together to fuck once a week at his place while his wife was at a book club meeting. Though I would never admit it, I actually got off a little on the idea of doing it at their house in the bed they shared. It seemed a bit risky and dangerous. Although, really, the risk was all on him. I had nothing to lose.

When he mentioned involving his wife I decided it was time to move on. But, by that point, Glen knew the way to get my attention. He stepped up the gifts. He sent gift cards to lingerie stores all over town. Each one accompanied by a note that came close to begging me to fulfill his fantasy. He even include pictures of the wife, Ming. She was attractive...Chinese...several years younger than him. The first few pictures were casual shots taken at parties. He was in several of them. Then he sent a few of her from a trip to the beach in a bikini. She was petite with a tight, fit body, and trendy, chin length hair. Even at the beach she looked uncomfortable to be so exposed. Finally, he started including recent pictures of her in lingerie. She looked VERY uncomfortable. Yet sexy as hell. The last one she was wearing nothing but panties and covering her perky, nicely shaped tits with her hands. At that pointed I decided "what the hell?" If he was going to keep pushing her to fuck someone, it might as well be me.

Glen posted an ad online and told me to respond. He insisted Ming know nothing about our previous relationship--not even that we'd worked together. When I sent a response it was Ming that replied. She explained that she was helping her husband play out his fantasy and that she wanted to make him happy. Even by email it was obvious that she was shy and nervous about the situation. She was also witty and self-deprecating and intelligent. I liked her right away.

Before the arranged night I laid down ground rules--that I would only fuck Ming. Glen could watch, but not participate in any way. I pretended to be uncomfortable about fucking a married man.

I showed up dressed to impress. Ming had made such a positive impression on me that I was actually a bit nervous. We'd exchanged pictures--most that she sent were the ones I'd already seen--but I still wondered if she'd like me as much in person. I wore a navy, satin sheath dress that hugged my body with stocking and heels. My brand new bra and panties were the same shade of dark blue with satin and lace.

Ming answered the door in a long, black silky robe and black heels. It looked like something I would own! She was even prettier in person, with an alluring smile and coquettish personality. She had the prettiest dark, almond shaped eyes and her hair looked shiny and silky.

"Where's your husband?" I asked after we exchanged greetings and an awkward hug.

"Already in the bed room," she responded.

"We don't have to rush," I said. "We have all night. Do you want to have a drink? Sit down and chat?"

She agreed and we took a seat on the couch. Glen could wait.

Instantly there was a connection. She was shy, but funny. And even a little flirty. We avoided the point of my visit for the first few minutes. After we'd each had two glasses of wine, I decided to bring it up.

"Have you ever been with a woman before, Ming?"

"Yes," she answered. "There was a girl I knew in college...."

She trailed off for a second.

"But not since then," she finally added. "Just the one girl. And that was several years ago."

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. If you're uncomfortable..."

"No," she quickly said. "I'm nervous. But I want to. You're very pretty..."

She blushed after the compliment, as if it had just slipped out.

There was an awkward moment of silence. And then I took her face in my hands and kissed her.

Ming didn't pull away, but at first she just accepted the kiss. I kept going and she started to kiss back. I put my arms around her and my hands slid down the silk robe over her tight body.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I asked.

She nodded and led the way.

Glen was sitting in an arm chair--already restrained. The room was lit by candles. The king sized bed--where I'd fucked Glen several times--was dressed in new satin sheets. Massive Attack was playing on the stereo. Glen was in nothing but boxer shorts. Already I could seen erection forming.

Ming started to say something to her husband, but I placed a hand to her lips and then turned her face back to me. Pretending he wasn't even there, I kissed her again.

I pulled the sash on Ming's robe and she shrugged out of it. She had on a floor length black negligee. The top portion was sheer so I could just glimpse her cleavage. Even without a bra, her tits were firm and perky.

"Do you want to undress me?" I whispered.

She reached behind me and unzipped my dress. We pulled it down together and I stood there in heels, thigh highs, panties and bra.

I kissed her again. She was responding eagerly at that point.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered.

She pulled me toward the inviting sheets. Seconds later we were rolling around and making out like high school kids. My hands slid effortless along her silky gown as I touched every inch of slender, toned body. Ming just kept her arms wrapped tight around the small of my back. Our tongues danced in each others mouth. Her kisses were soft, wet, and erotic. I took one of her hands and lowered it to my plump, round ass. She instinctively squeezed a cheek through my satin panties.

I rolled Ming onto her back. I slid a hand down the side of her torso and thigh. I pushed the fabric of her gown between her legs and cupped her pussy. I could feel the heat coming off it. Ming moaned in response to my touch.

I reached for the halter string behind her neck and looked into her deep brown eyes--asking without words. She nodded, and I untied it and pulled the gown down to expose her tits. They were perfect! Small, perky, firm, rounded titties that almost made me jealous. Her dark brown nipples were rock hard. I swirled my tongue around it and took it between my lips.

Ming groaned again. She wrapped an arm around my head, inviting me to keep going. She put her other hand on top of mine, wanting me to keep touching her pussy.

I started grinding my hand between her thighs. With my middle finger I pushed up inside her cunt, taking the gown fabric with it. I gently tugged at her nipple with my teeth.

"Oh yes," she moaned in her soft, slightly accented voice. "Oh yes," she repeated.

I pushed the gown and my finger deeper inside her gash. I moved from her left breast to her right and back again--sucking and teasing and pulling on her nipples.

Ming pulled my hand away. She frantically wiggled out of the gown. Her naked body was spectacular. We started kissing again. It was hot and hungry. I put my thumb on her cllit and plunged my middle two fingers inside her tight wet hole. She squealed with delight.

"I want your breasts," she whispered.

I just nodded and Ming quickly removed my bra. She stared at my nice, full titties as if she wasn't sure what to do. And then she attacked one with her mouth.

I couldn't contain my own moans.

"Yes. Oh yes!" I heard Glen mumble from the corner. I'd almost forgotten he was there. I glanced over and saw his big, hard cock was now poking out. But with his hands restrained he couldn't do a thing about it. I refocused my attention on his wife.

As Ming feasted on my titties I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I slowly fucked her with my two middle fingers.

"Yes," she moaned again. spurring me on.

I kept diddling her clit and worked my wrist faster. I could hear the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. I kept slamming them home, moving as fast as I could.

Ming stopped kissing my tits and just rested her head on them. Her breath was ragged. I wrapped my free arm around her and held her close while I finger-banged her.

Her squeal was soft and sexy as she came. I kept touching and fucking her with my hand until she'd climaxed completely.

We started kissing again. It was soft and sweet pecks. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her tits...and she did the same.

"I want you to get off," she said.

I just nodded.

"Lay down," she said.

I laid on my back and Ming grabbed my panties and slid them down my stocking covered legs, only pausing to take off my heels. She slowly worked her way back up with her hands and eyes, taking in the sight of me. Caressing me slowly.

She leaned forward until her face was just above my pussy. Her eyes locked on mine. It was her turn to silently ask permission.

"Eat my pussy, Ming," I said.

She took her tongue and licked my slit from back to front. She trailed it around the outer folds and made me quiver. And then she started flicking at my clit.

"Oh yes," I said. Instinctively, my eyes closed, but then I snapped them back open. I wanted to watch this little vixen go down on me. "Eat my pussy," I said again.

She pulled away from clit--teasing me--and slid her tongue up and down my slit again. Back and forth. Making me wait for it. She slid a finger inside me and started fucking me. She was almost shy at first. Slow and tentative. But she started going faster as my hips started bucking.

"Eat my pussy, Ming." I was almost begging. "Eat my pussy!"

Her tongue flicked my clit. She started sucking it and going faster. Her index finger kept plummeting inside my wet cunt.

"Oh, YES!" I moaned. "Eat my pussy. Eat my pussy!"

I started slamming my hips up, forcing her finger into me. Her firm tongue rapidly started flicking me.

"OH, YES!" I cried again. My orgasm was fucking massive. My entire body seemed to convulse. Ming didn't stop licking until I was done.

We ended up wrapped in each other's arms again. We kissed like old lovers. Finally, Ming seemed to remember her husband in the corner. When she got out of bed she looked like a different person than the timid woman who'd answered the door. Her eyes were filled with lust.

"Did you like it?" she said to Glen.

He nodded.

"Are you happy?" she asked him

He nodded again.

"I bet I can make you happier," she said.

Ming dropped to her knees. She jerked his underwear off quickly. His cock looked massive in her tiny hand. He wrapped her lips around the swollen head. With a twisting motion, she started bobbing up and down on his cock. She tugged firmly at the base. There was no teasing going on--she wanted him to cum quick.

Glen bucked against his restraints, trying to fuck his wife's face. She was going up and down like a machine. Her tugs were growing more fierce. I recognized Glen's groan and knew he was about to blow.

"Oh fuck," he said as he came in her mouth.

He shot a massive load. Drop seeped past Ming's lips and fell onto her perky little titties.

When she was finished, she stood up and kissed him. And then she came back to me.

"I've had a wonderful night," she said.

I told her that I had, too.

"I think my husband and I are going to spend some time alone now," she said. "Not to be rude," she added.

The two of us kissed a few more times. I could taste Glen's cum on her lips. She put on her robe and I got dressed. Ming walked me to the front door.

She stopped me and we shared a long, passionate kiss.

"I know this was just supposed to be one time," she said, "but I had a lot of fun. I hope maybe you'll come back?"

Turning her down didn't even cross my mind. I told her I'd be very willing. We kissed again before she let me out.

I walked out into the night feeling something I'd never felt for Glen--smitten.

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I went home, showered, and changed into a pink, satin night shirt and white cotton panties. I checked my email and saw that Ming had already written me. She suggested that I come back over in a couple of weekends.

I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. It seemed like so long!

It wasn't the sex I craved. I'd had better sex. I'd had tons of hot sex in my life--with men and women.

It was her. I was drawn to her. I wanted to know her. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to do nasty things together. I wanted to feel her pussy on my lips as I made her cum.

I pulled out all the photos Glen had sent me. Ming in dress at different parties. Ming in a bikini. Ming in a nightie. Ming in nothing but her panties--her hands covering those sexy little tits.

I wanted to touch her body again.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of the night. Without thinking, I slipped out of little cotton panties. My first two fingers slid easily into my wet little pussy. I opened the top two buttons on my night shirt. I touched my own nipples. I leaned back in my leather office chair and worked my cunt with slow, deliberate strokes, resisting the urge to rush it. I thought of kissing Ming. I thought of the two of us in a hot embrace while Glen fucked us. My first orgasm came in a mild wave that made me moan out loud, but I didn't stop. I kept picturing what had happened--and what I wanted to happen--and brought myself off a second time. I fell asleep in the chair that night, still fantasizing about what would come next.

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Of course Glen tried to contact me during the two weeks of waiting. Ming still had her book club, and he wanted me to come over and fuck. I made up excuses to turn him down. But the truth was that I didn't want to do it. I'd fucked men in the past after meeting their wives. But those women were all bitches. I liked Ming, and it now seemed wrong to fool around with Glen--especially behind her back.

The two week wait seemed like torture. I tried to distract myself and find other ways to sate my urges. I took home a guy from a bar--a sexy college boy with rippling muscles and a dick like a horse. He fucked my pussy raw. And still I couldn't get my mind off my next meeting with Glen and Ming. I fingered myself every night thinking about them. I knew I'd developed a little crush.

For the big night I went back to my school girl roots. I wore a tight little white sweater that buttoned up the front and hugged my tits. The neck line was low enough to see the lace on on my red bra. I pulled my hair back with a red ribbon. I wore a short, pleated red and gray plaid skirt. When I sat down, the red ribbon straps of my garter belt were exposed along with the tops of my white stockings. I covered myself up with a dark trench coat for the drive over.

Ming answered the door--Glen was already restrained again.

This time her satin robe only came to mid-thigh. It was royal blue, and peaking out beneath it I could see black garter straps. She had on black stockings and tall, black heels.

There was a moment when neither of us knew what to say. I was feeling a bit nervous and awkward. Could things possibly live up to what I'd fantasized in my mind.

"Can I take your coat?" she asked.

I untied the belt and slipped out of my coat. Ming took it and eyed me up and down. For a minute I thought I'd perhaps gone too far with my attire.

"Do you like?" I asked nervously.

"Very much," she responded. She came closer and kissed me on my cheek. "I can't believe you wore that out. You look so...slutty. And I like it."

Ming pulled the belt on her own robe and opened it. She was dressed in a royal blue teddy with transparent, lacy black panels on the side and the top. She let the robe fall to the floor and turn around. It has a thong back that showed off her fit little ass.

"Do you like?" she asked.

"Very much," I responded. "Very much."

She blushed a little and walked closer to me. Our lips met and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I ran my hands up and down her body.

"Do you want a drink?" she asked. "Wanna talk for a while?"

"I want to fuck you," I said.

I pushed her against the wall and kissed Ming firmly. One hand went to her tit and squeezed it.

"Glen," she said. "Let's go let him watch."

I really didn't care about Glen at the moment, but I followed her lead to the bedroom.

Glen was completely naked this time. He was already hard and his cock ring was on.

I pushed Ming roughly toward the bed. I couldn't wait any longer. I straddled her and pulled down the lacy black straps on her teddy. I pushed the cups down so her tits were free. I kissed each of them until her nipples were hard. My hand went to her crotch and I opened the snaps on the gusset of her lingerie. Her newly shaved pussy was wet and ready for me. I plunged two fingers in and immediately went to town. Ming started moaning and writhing and I just went faster. I got her off in less than a minute. But I was only getting started.

I spread Ming's thighs and laid on my stomach between them. I could smell the pungent aroma of her sex--but that wasn't enough. I wanted to TASTE it. Mimicking her own actions from before, I licked up and down her hot little slit. I toyed with the outer folds of her cunt. And then I went for her clit. Teasing wasn't on my mind. I lapped at her swollen button with my tongue.

Ming started thrashing about in the sheets.

"Yes..." she moaned.

"Do you like it?" I paused to ask.

"Yes...don't stop...I'm so close," she pleaded.

"What do you like?" I asked.

"What you're doing!" she said.

"Tell me what you want me to do," I said.

"Don't stop...don't stop..." she said again.

"Stop what?"

"EATING MY PUSSY," she blurted out. "Please...lick my pussy."

I buried my face back in her cunt. I lapped at her clit. I slammed two fingers inside her tight little gash. I lightly pressed her asshole with my thumb.

Ming exploded. She bucked her hips like she was being fucked as she came for a second time. She started to push my head away after she finished.

"My clit is so sensitive..."

But I refused to stop. I kept licking it. My fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Even as she tried to fight me off, I could tell she was close to a third orgasm. She let out something between a scream and moan as her body started to convulse again.

Her pussy was dripping wet as I pulled away with a grin on my face. But Ming wasn't smiling. She looked like a predator ready to pounce. Her eyes were filled with the same lust I'd seen the night I watched her suck Glen off. She practically tackled me.

Her hand went right beneath my short skirt and found my pussy. She rubbed it through the satin of my panties. Then she pushed them aside and started fingering me. Her touch was anything but delicate. We started kissing one another. She bit at my lips while she banged my pussy with two fingers. I slammed my hips into her hand.

"Ooh, fuck me..." I said. "Fuck me hard."

Ming obeyed. She worked a third finger inside my and pounded my sweet little pussy. I couldn't even make words. Everything coming from my mouth a mess of groans and squeals. I came a hard for a first. Taking a cue from me, Ming refused to let up. She pushed me onto my back and tugged my panties off. She assault my cunt with her tongue and fingers. My entire body was tingling as she gave me a rough finger-fucking. Ming teased my clit and pulled on it with her teeth. I came a second time and filled the room with the sound of my cries. We were going at it so hard that headboard started to crack the wall--just like I was being fucked by a man.

I collapsed in heap and wrapped our arms around one another.

"I want you naked," Ming said as she took off my sweater. Then my bra and skirt. She didn't touch my red garter belt or stockings. She stripped out of her own teddy and the two of us just laid there kissing, rubbing our naked bodies.

"Is your husband doing OK?" I asked.

She glanced over. Glen's cock was rigid.

"I bet he wants to get off," she said with a wicked smile.

"Do you want to fuck him?" I asked.

"I'd rather fuck you again," she said with a quiet whisper in my ear.

"I want to watch you fuck him, baby," I said back.

She got up and walked to Glen. She said something to quiet for me to hear. And then she uncuffed him. He resisted the urge to grab his cock immediately as she let him to the bed. He laid down on his back next to me. Then Ming cuffed his hands together again on the headboard.

"Do you want to?" she asked me.

"He's your husband," I said.

Ming straddle his chest with her ass in his face. She leaned forward and started licking Glen's cock.

"Yes," he groaned. "I need to cum."

"He can't cum with this on," she said pointing at the cock ring.

"Sounds like you should leave it on," I said.

Ming gave me a wicked glance and went back to licking his pole.

I rolled onto my side so my tits were resting on Glen's left arm. My face was close enough to his cheek that he could feel my breath. With Ming leaning forward, I took my hand and spread her pussy inches from his face. I slid a finger into it. I pulled it in and and out--movingly tantalizingly slow.

Ming moaned softly as I fingered her. The sound of my finger pulling in and out of her wet hole filled the room--along with the sound of her slurping on Glen's cock. He kept moving his hips, trying to fuck her face, but she would pull back each time.

"Do you want to fuck her?" I said to Glen

"Yes!"

Ming was happy to oblige. She turned around and slowly slid her pussy onto his rock hard cock. I loved watching it spread her apart. I took Ming's place sitting on Glen's chest--my ass and pussy just inches from his face. I wrapped my arms around Ming's neck and kissed her as she started riding his pole.

"Oh...fuck yes..." she moaned.

Glen started forcing his hips up--bouncing her on his dick.

"Your pussy feels so good, baby..." he said.

Ming leaned forward, placing her weight on me. With each stroke, Glen's cock was rubbing her clit. She started kissing my titties and nipples while her husband fucked her.

"I wanna cum..." Glen started saying. He was fucking her harder but couldn't get off.

Ming didn't have the same problem.

"Fuck me, " she moaned. "Fuck me good...Oh...Oh..."

She kissed me hard. Our eyes were open--locked on each other--as she came from Glen's cock.

"I want you to make him cum," she said to me.

"I can't," I said. "He's your husband."

She slid off his hard cock.

"I want you to taste my pussy on him."

I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and licked Glen's glistening cock. I could taste her, as well as the beads of cum running down his shaft.

Ming took the cockring off and started tugging his shaft. I ran my tongue all around the head of his cock, licking every droplet of cum that had seeped out.

"Fuck yes, " Glen said. "I wanna cum..."

With Ming tugging and my lips wrapped tight around the tip of his cock, Glen exploded. Hot gobs of jizz hit the back of my throat and I swallowed every bit.

Ming gave me a big kiss after.

"Ooh, baby. I can taste your cum on her lips," she said to Glen.

We kissed some more, running our hands over our naked bodies.

"Do you want to fuck him?" she said to me. "It won't take long."

I decided it was best to pass.

Ming helped me gather my clothes. She slipped on her robe and walked me to the door. We left Glen restrained in bed--his cock already getting hard again.

"That was so much fun," Ming said to me at the door.

I couldn't resist pulling the belt on her robe untied. It slid open. I cupped her small, hard tits and kissed her again. I found her pussy with my finger. Holding her against the wall I started fingering her again. She let me get her off--careful not to make too much noise so Glen wouldn't know what was happening.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. She kept insisting we do this again, but this time I was noncommittal about it.

Still, when I left all I could think about was how hot it made me to hear her moan.

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Of course, Glen was quick to contact me again. He wanted another threesome. On top of that, he wanted me to come fuck when his wife was out. I responded to the messages, but I made excuses for not committing.

Ming emailed, too. She wanted me to come back for another weekend. She made it clear that if I wasn't happy with the threesome, then we could just go back to Glen watching while she fucked me.

"I want you so bad," she wrote at the end of her message.

I definitely wanted her. But something about it felt off. I felt something for Ming that was more than just lust. And that made me uncomfortable. It wasn't something I usually felt for someone I was just fucking for fun. And definitely not a woman. Especially a married one.

I made excuses and told her I was really busy with work, but she kept writing back.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was constantly distracted on work at Monday. I ended up finger fucking myself at lunch. I pulled my car to an area where nobody else was around. I pushed my conservative, gray business skirt up until it was bunched around my waist. My pantyhose were bunched around my knees along with my black satin panties. I fingered myself until I came twice and there was a puddle forming on my leather seat. And still I couldn't think all afternoon.

The next day was no better. By the time I left work I was a mess. I was wearing a waist dress with buttons down the front--white on the top half with short, puffy sleeves, with a gray skirt. I had on a wide black belt with a giant buckle, black stockings, and red heels. I hit the bar where I'd picked up the college boy, hoping to find him again. He was sitting there talking to a few friends. I opened up the top two buttons on my dress so anyone could see my red bra. My tits were practically popping out. I walked up right behind his stool, put my lips to his ear, and whispered.

"How about a fuck?"

We didn't even make it home. Pulled over on a quiet section of highway he fucked my doggiestyle like a cheap whore in the backseat of my car. My whole body was drenched in sweat and my thighs were sticky with his cum when I dropped him back off an hour later.

I went home and stripped walking in. I took off my belt and dropped it on the floor by the door. I wasn't usually so messy, but it just felt right. I unbuttoned my dress and dropped it in the living room. I kicked off my red heels. Took off my bra and through it on the couch. My little red panties and cum covered stockings made it to the bathroom door. I just wanted to stand naked under the water and relax, but as I turned the shower on I heard the doorbell.

I just assumed it was the college boy--looking for more. Of course he knew where I lived from our first hookup.

I grabbed a pale, pink satin dressing gown off the back of my bedroom door and slipped it on. It barely came past my ass.

I went to the door, opened it, and found Ming standing there. She was wrapped up in a long trench coat and wearing heels.

"Um. Hi," she said. "Sorry for just dropping by like this...I found your address online."

"It's OK," I said. "Come in."

"Did I interrupt you?" she asked, looking at my flimsy robe. The thin satin did nothing to hide my figure--especially my tits.

"No. I was just about to take a shower."

"You seemed...I don't know...less interested in your last messages," she said. "I'm supposed to be at my book club tonight. That's where Glen thinks I went. But...well, I just couldn't stand the thought that you might not want to see us again. I wanted to see you. It was probably too impulsive coming here. I must sound crazy."

I paused a second before speaking. I couldn't decide how honest I wanted to be.

"Of course you're not crazy," I said. "I've been thinking about you a lot, too. But...just you. Not the two of you."

She had a puzzled look on her face, so I kept going.

"Listen, I had a great time the other night. Both nights. But something about this arrangement just feels off. I'm not comfortable being a third wheel to a couple."

"Oh, is that what it feels like?" she asked. "It shouldn't. I really like you. I don't want you to feel like that! I really like you. You're not just some fuck-buddy for us to play with."

"I know," I said. "And, honestly, I'm the last person in the world to get all caught up in defining things or what things mean. I'm perfectly happy just having a good time. At least usually. But this feels like I'm invading something. When I'm with the two of you. And maybe I let things get out of control personally and feel a bit of a crush on you, Ming. And I get a little jealous of your husband. And...I'm just not sure I want to do the threesome thing with the two of you anymore. I'm not comfortable with him there."

"Oh," she said. "I see."

She bit her bottom lip and seemed to be in deep thought. It was an insanely sexy, coquettish expression. Though I don't think that was her intent.

"Well, what do you feel about me? Do you like me?" she said.

"Oh, fuck yes," I practically gushed. "I like everything about you. Your personality. That you're sexy as hell. I love touching you. I love to be touched by you."

She seemed to look relieved. A big smile flashed on her face. And then a mischievous one.

"Well," she said, "tell me if this is out of line. But...my husband isn't here right now."

"Are you thinking about changing the situation?" I asked. "Maybe just doing something with me and then telling him about it later? I could maybe be comfortable with that."

"He might like that," she said. "Or he might push to be involved. Honestly, I was thinking that what he doesn't know...well, you know. It won't hurt him."

Now it was my turn to flash a mischievous smile.

"I kind of like the sound of that," I said honestly.

"You are the only person I've fucked other than Glen since we met," she said. "And only those two times when he was there. I don't know if he's been entirely faithful since we married. I know he definitely was fucking someone else when we were just dating."

"Are you sure you want to take that step?" I asked. "I don't want to be the reason you do something you regret."

Ming bit her lip again and thought for a moment.

"There are plenty of things I regret," she said. "Nothing I've done--or will do--with you is on that list."

I felt like I was blushing. I didn't know what to say.

"Didn't you say you were about to take a shower?" Ming asked. "I feel a little dirty right now. Maybe I could join you?"

She pulled the sash on her long coat and shrugged out of it. It dropped to the floor where my dress was still laying.

She had on a pale blue, sleeveless sweater that showed off her fit arms. It had a v-neck that dipped down. The sweater clung tightly to her small, perfect tits. Her skirt was knee length and shade of navy that matched her shoes. Her legs were bare.

Without waiting for my response, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. Her bra was light blue with ornate black lace at the top of the cups and along the straps. She unzipped her skirt at the hip and wiggled out of it. It was so tight it nearly pulled own her blue and black thong.

Ming stepped boldly toward me. She seemed to be contemplating a kiss. But I was still frozen and speechless. I was unsure of myself for the first time in ages.

"Are you wearing anything beneath that?" she asked.

And then she dropped to her knees and parted the robe.

"I guess not," she said, staring at my pussy.

"It looks raw, Kay," she said. "Like you've just been fucked. And what's this?" she asked, spotting some dried cum on my thigh.

Ming took her slender tongue and ran it up my thigh, licking it up.

"It tastes like cum," she said.

My legs were slightly parted and she easily wedged her face between them. She slid her tongue from the back of my pussy to the front.

"Mmmm," she said. "What have you been up to? Your pussy tastes like cum, too."

She licked me back to front again. And then a third time. I was getting weak in the knees. I stepped back and put my weight against the sofa.

Ming wrapped an arm around each of my thighs and spread them farther apart. She buried her face in my dirty twat and started to devour it.

"Yes..." I moaned. "Don't stop. Make me cum, Ming."

Put my hands on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her silky hair. She lapped at my pussy and toyed with my clit. I felt my thighs tighten involuntarily around her head.

"Oh yes," I almost whimpered.

She slid one of her delicate fingers inside my cunt and that was it. I exploded. I pushed a hand tight on her head, not wanting her mouth to pull away until I was finished.

She stood up and we kissed. Our hands fondled one another. I could taste my sex on her lips--as well as cum. She pulled away after a few seconds and walked toward the hall.

"Is the shower this way?" she asked.

I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. Completely naked, I followed Ming--my eyes locked on her soft, round ass cheeks with just a sliver of her thong running between them. She stopped at the door long enough to drop her bra next to my panties on the floor. She kicked off her heels. I came up behind her, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. I ran my hand over her hot, wet gash. I curled the tip of my finger inside her.

Ming moaned and then pulled away from my grasp. She stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. But I wasn't going to be deterred. I climbed in behind her. We we both being sprayed by the hot water. Without even sliding the door closed I pinned Ming against the white tile. Standing behind her, I forced her legs apart with my knee. And I buried two fingers into her hot little cunt.

I leaned against her so she could feel my soft tits and hard nipples against the bare flesh of her back. I started working my fingers in and out of her cunt. Giving her a slow, steady pounding.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," she said between moans.

"Do you like my fingers in your pussy, Ming?"

"Yes," she responded again.

"Do you like the way I fuck you, Ming?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." she kept saying.

I pushed my thumb against her asshole. We were both soaked by the shower and I knew it would glide in easily.

"Oh...don't..." she said.

But it was too late. She squealed with delight as I penetrated her tight little ass. I rocked my hand back and forth. Fucking her pussy and ass with alternating strokes. She started squirming and I just leaned into with all my weight.

"Oh...oh...oh..." her cries were echoing off the tile. Steamy water was splashing off our tight naked bodies and out onto the floor.

Ming's knees were starting to wobble. I went faster, plunging into both of her tight holes at the same time.

"Oh...yes..." she yelled. She cried out my name. And then she exploded.

I didn't release her until she finished cumming. She turned around and we kissed. Our tongues wrestled. We ran our hands all over. I kissed and fondled her shapely little titties and she did the same to mine.

I started dropping to my knees. The water was almost scalding hot, but neither of us cared. I kissed the inside of her taut thigh. I took my tongue and tasted the sweet, pungent juice of her pussy. Ming ran her fingers through my dark, wet hair as I started eating her out. I lapped it like a thirsty animal does a bowl of water. I sucked on her perfect, beautiful pink clit. I nipped at it with my teeth. I prodded it with my tongue. Ming's whole body started to quiver as she came for a second time. I ran my tongue over the folds of her cunt, loving the taste and the smell of her sex.

"We're still so dirty," she said. "We'll never get clean this way."

She grabbed a plug and put it in the drain and flipped the switch so the tub would fill. Ming sat down in the tub and leaned against the far wall. Her legs were spread wide. She patted the ground, instructing me to sit.

I sat down between her thighs. I could feel the heat from her cunt at my ass crack. I leaned back and put my head on her shoulder. Her hard nipples were poking into my back.

Ming took the bar of soap and started rubbing it all over my titties. She grabbed a wash rag and ran the course fabric over my nipples. I moaned as she fondled me like she was born to do it. She soaped my torso and then my thighs. The water was rising around us.

Ming took the soapy washrag and started rubbing my clit. I couldn't help but grind my hips into her hand. Her fingers went back inside my pussy.

"Yes..." I whispered. "Yes. Fuck me."

She started pounding my tight little cunny.

"Harder, Ming," I pleaded. "Fuck me hard."

Water started splashing everywhere as she pummeled my hot box with two fingers. I grabbed my own nipples and twisted them. I tossed my head back and Ming greeted my lips with her own.

"Fuck my pussy like you own it," I pleaded. "You own my pussy, Ming!!"

Her hand was like a jackhammer between my thighs. She brought me to orgasm and refused to let up, pounding my harder and faster until I came a third time.

I climbed out of the tub with my knees wobbling. The floor was covered in water. Ming followed me to my bed. We both toweled off a little, but couldn't wait long to touch one another again.

"Sit on my face," she said.

I straddled her--my cunt just inches from her lips. I leaned forward and started licking her clit again as she did the same.

I put two fingers inside her and Ming moaned my name. I moved them as fast as I could, dying for her to cum again.

I felt her middle finger inside my cunt, and then she pulled it back. A second later it was at my ass. There was no time to protest--not that I would--before she'd slid it up inside my asshole.

Ming had her thumb in my pussy, a finger in my ass, and her lips on my clit. I had two fingers up inside her and was licking ferociously at her swollen pink bud.

We got each other off time after time and after time. We were both soar and completely spent before we stopped. And then we just relaxed next to one another. My hands still on her body. Her hands touching me. As we kissed and kissed and kissed like high school kids in love.

It was late--well past time for her to go home--before either of us noticed the clock. She had several messages from her husband and made an excuse about having to stop off for some things. She got halfway dressed before I peeled her clothes back off and fingered her to orgasm again on the couch.

"I have to go," she finally said.

"Yes," I said with a pouty face.

"I have book club again next week," she said. "Same time."

I nodded.

"I'm a little tired of book club," she said.

We both smiled.

Ming gave me one last, hot fingerfuck for the road, but promised to come back for more next week.

And she did.

And the week after that.

And for several weeks to follow.

I never did get together with Glen again.

But I surely don't regret getting with him the first time.