Hi, I am Maria, the wife of "Stiff Cactus" who published a story here a view days ago. If you haven't read his story it would be a good idea to do so before reading this one, because it will help to understand my behaviour.
My husband has told me about his story and how much he was turned on by the creation of it. So I read the story as well and it aroused me too. Apart from a view minor details which were a little bit different in my memory I think he remembers quite correctly.
There is one thing which I have never confessed to my "Stiff Cactus" who really is called Daniel. After reading his story, I have decided to do that here and I am very nervous and excited. I am determined to publish the story, even if my husband should disapprove of it's content, which I hope won't be the case...but I am so interested to learn what other people think about my action, that I am prepared to take risks. Not only have I not confessed to my husband, what you are going to read, but I have actually kept it a secret from everybody for five years now.
From my experience (we have had our fair share of sex with strangers over the past three years, which we either experienced together or told each other about) my husband's lasciviousness will outweigh his criticism. Daniel is now out watching football and afterwards playing cards with friends in a Pub, so I have time to enter the story and add this introduction.
By reading my husband's story you have already be informed that after a poor start as far as sex was concerned, we have developed into a sex crazy couple. What my husband has not known up to now is that already in the late summer of 2018 - that was before our mutual telling of sexual phantasies started - I had a real sexual encounter with strangers in Daniel's immediate presence which he (unfortunately?) did not notice. Maybe, if he had, it would have kickstarted our intensive sex-life more than two years earlier. I will soon know how he is going to take, what I am about to disclose here.
We were hiking in the Alps. It was a muggy day and a thunderstorm was looming about when we reached the mounting cabin. It had already started raining. We had planned to take the near by cable car down to the parking lot where our car was, but the company had stopped operation for the day due to strong wind and the danger of lightning stroke. So we were stuck at the cottage for the night. It was quite a big Alpine cottage, but because of the prevailing situation many people were forced to stay unplanned overnight and all individual rooms had been taken. The couple who were running the business furnished a large hall-like room next to the restaurant with mattresses, plankets and pillows for all the stranded hikers. All in all we were about 20 people in that room. We didn't know any of the other people. The mattresses lay directly next to each other to make it possible for everybody to find a place for the night. Most people had quite a few drinks before the landlord closed the bar. My husband had already started to tell me about his sexual phantasies, but I hadn't offered any of mine yet. Tipsy as we were, we went to bed or rather to our mattresses which were the two next to the entrance of the room.
After we had laid down in the darkness, to my surprise Daniel began immediately to grope my body . I didn't react and he took my hand and directed it to his already hard prick. At the time he was the leading part in everything that concerned sex. I just tended to let things happen. Today this has changed, as you might see, if you like my story and encourage me to go on after this one. I let myself be fondled by Daniel on the mattress next to snoring hikers, let him caress my pussy, but I did not move, only held his throbbing cock in my hand, where he had put it. Daniel rubbed my clit and labia very purposeful and I got moist. I assumed a mutual masturbation was what he had in mind. The situation aroused me much more than I would have possibly imagined at the time. I very quickly had an orgasm and a small, pointed, randy sound unintentionally left my mouth.
As mentioned before, our mattresses were directly at the wall. Daniel's was next to the wall, because this space was even less comfortable than the other ones and there was a chance to hurt yourself on the rough wood of the wall. Next to him was I and directly next to me another man. When I turned my face to the stranger after my telltale sound I noticed that he had opened his eyes which were slightly reflecting some light which fell into the room from lanterns swinging in the storm outside the window. To my own surprise I didn't freeze or was shocked by this discovery. I just turned my face to my husband.
I do not believe that my neighbour on the mattress had already detected what was going on at the time. Probably he had just woke up because of my little scream. My husband who had not noticed that the neighbour was awake kept on fondling me and repeatedly requested with a husky voice that I should wank him off. I started doing this, as you might imagine, very carefully and silently and although the whole situation turned me on beyond believe I hoped my husband would shoot his load the sooner the better. Again I was caught off guard when my husband suddenly shifted his body on to mine and attempted to enter my quim. Fending off his approaches would have let to noises, commotion and arguing and so I did really nothing. In the end I spread my legs, pushed my slip to the side and Daniel shoved his dick into me. He tried to control himself, he fucked slowly and without much noise, but soon he couldn't help panting, no matter how much he tried to prevent it.
When I turned to my neighbour, my eyes met the eyes of a man wide awake. Daniel was so busy fucking me and suppressing noises at the same time that he didn't notice anything that was going on around him. I withdrew my eyes from the neighbour but only to sense the touch of a hand, where Daniel's hands didn't happen to be. My neighbour really had the nerve to caress me while Daniel was fucking me. I was at a loss and had no idea of what to do. I felt the stranger's hand on my thigh, the side of my body and even on my face only an inch away from my panting husband's face. When my husband moaned and shot his load into my vagina, the stranger pressed the nipple of my right tit which was just an inch from the body of my collapsing husband. Daniel started to move away from me, gave me a last kiss at which he must have leaned on the hand that was still holding on to my breast and rolled off without having noticed a thing.
At this moment I could at least have easily arranged for Daniel to take the mattress next to the bold stranger and could have retired to the place next to the wall which certainly would have ended the stranger's approaches then and there. But I didn't do that. Intentionally did not do that! My cunt was dripping; not so much from my husbands fuck but from the bold groping of the stranger during our marital coitus. The stranger just carried on feeling me. His hands (yes, he now used both of them) were on my tits, my bum, my thighs and my cunt, where he seemed to be fascinated by my juices mixed with Daniel's sperm. He removed his hand that was moistened by our sex-saps from my open fuck-hole, sniffed on it, licked the juices, entered me again with two fingers and then stuck these cunt juice and semen covered fingers into my mouth.
This went on for quite some time without me doing anything at all. I didn't withdraw from and I didn't encourage the stranger. My husband breathed regularly on the other side. He seemed to sleep (which he really did, I suppose. Anyway, he never said anything that suggests his knowledge). By allowing his caresses I had obviously encouraged the man even more. He brought his lips next to my ear and whispered: I'm going to the empty bar next door. Please follow me. I am very sensitive to sexual stimulation of the ears. I like it when they are tenderly touched, when a tongue is introduced into them. I am arouse by the little sounds that are created this way in the ear conch and particularly I like husky horny men's voiced when having sex.
The neighbour left begging me to follow, but I stayed where I was. I was unable to prevent having phantasies about what I could have if I went to the bar next door. I rubbed my clit, my cunt, my nipples and I was so excited, that I presumably produced more commotion than my neighbour would have satisfying me. I assumed he would be wanking in the bar because I had not followed him, but he must have come back very quickly. While masturbating myself I suddenly heard his voice in the darkness next to me. He said "this is ridiculous, come on now!" He reached with both arms under my body, lifted me up with ease and carried me to the bar. He asked me to close the door behind us because his hands were holding me and I obeyed.
He tenderly put me down on my naked feet (which are an asset my husband is crazy about. So over the past years I have become an expert in giving foot jobs. Sitting over my husband who lies on the floor I rub his cock against his belly with the sole of my foot until he shoots his load...and sometimes I stop right at the point of no return and enjoy a ruined orgasm which I have seen practised to perfection at "Mayas handjobs" which really turn me on).
The bar had many windows through which much more light from the lamps on the veranda entered than in the provisional dormitory. The howling of the storm was clearly audible which I had not realised in the room we had just left. The room was illuminated sufficiently, so that for the first time I could see who was obviously about to fuck me only minutes after my husband had. It was a big strong fellow, about 190cm, which means 30cm taller than I am and about 15 cm taller than Daniel. (Daniel, my sweetheart, when you are reading this I guess it will make you even more jealous than you are anyway. But I hope it will also make you horny like a rabbit. As a matter of fact, I only carried out that night, what we both have been dreaming about for a long time now and what we have openly practised during the last three years from time to time. OK, I have practised it much more often than you have, but with your consent).
The hard-on of the man had grown out of his tight shorts at the top. I don't know the name of these underpants, "string shorts" maybe? My husband favours boxer shorts because he doesn't like his cock to be cramped. - But it looked very sexy to me how the glans and a good part of the tall boner had expanded out of their garment. Seeing this, I became active for the first time with this man. I pushed down his underpants, squatted in front of the bloke and took his dick into my mouth which is something I had refused to do for my husband Daniel up to that time. (Daniel, I hope you are not upset, that I granted this stranger a favour - and I did it with pleasure - that you had not received from me by then. Look at it this way: this blowjob was the door-opener to all the blowjobs I have given you since.) Because the man started to moan quite loudly I stopped blowing him, swallowed a large amount of spittle I had developed sucking the guy, tasted the new flavour of a stranger's cock and liked it. I got up, said "hush, be quiet" and then I heard me say to my own surprise "Fuck me now".
The stranger placed me on the edge of one of these chunky wooden cottage tables with a comfortably smooth surface. I automatically spread my legs and he directed is rock-hard prick to the gaping entrance of my cunt. He started to move his glans up and down between my outer labia, but I desperately wanted to get fucked by him. No foreplay now! I told him that with very clear and demanding words. I was astonished to hear me talk in such a commanding way. The stranger obeyed. He put his dick in the right position and shoved it in. After three thrusts he had filled me to the limit with dick. I had the feeling the head of his cock was well inside my womb. At that point a thought entered my head like lightning-stroke: I probably was in terms of open days! But my randiness was too overwhelming and I allowed myself to be fucked by that stranger and only concentrated on getting my next orgasm. I succeeded in this and after my spasms ebbed away, I dismounted my stallion. My fuck-partner was dumbfounded. I did not feel like giving explanations. Again I squatted in front of him and gave him a blowjob with all I had. I produced smacking noises, long cords of saliva hung from my mouth, dripped on my tits. Spittle was all around my chin, flowing down his cock and balls. Smack, smack, smack the noises. I gulped and gargled with saliva. The stranger did not hold on for long and shot his load deep into my mouth and throat. I gulped again heavily, but not at all with displeasure. This was a new experience to me and I liked it very much. The taste, the smacking, the gulping. I did not withdraw my mouth, but let him shoot all his cum into me. It ran down my throat, squeezed its way out of my mouth between the throbbing, ejaculating cock and my lips and it even came out of my nose. Then I had to withdraw. I laughed, sniffed some of the jizz back in, choked still laughing and the cum came out of me through mouth and nose and maybe even my eyes, I do not really remember. The man and I were in some kind of sperm frenzy. When I could breeze normally again, we licked the stuff off our bodies and faces, kissed, exchanged the spittle-sperm-cunt juice mixture between our mouths and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed. Normally I do not swallow the sperm of my husband, but here I really slugged down all I could get. (Daniel, darling, I promise I will do that to you tonight as well, if you like.) I kissed the man again, enjoyed to see him taste his own cock and semen from my mouth and prepared to get back on my bunk mattress. The man I had screwed with was standing in the middle of the room. Looking at him one could think he was flehming like a horse that was smelling a mare in heat.
Suddenly one of the doors to the bar opened and the landlord entered the room. He stared at us in disbelieve and started ranting. He talked of depraved people from the big cities. Than he identified us and said to me, obviously shocked "It's not even your husband!" Then he continued "I'll tell him in the morning, so he knows what a slut he is dealing with." That frightened me, since I was not at all convinced that my husband would welcome in reality, what he had started telling me as his phantasies when we were having sex together. As a matter of fact I am not 100% sure today...we will see tomorrow. I hope, Daniel will be turned on.
Back to the situation in the bar-room. I had to act quickly. I approached the landlord. He was an older portly man of about 60 years of age. When I leaned against him in my wet, semen and spittle spattered nakedness and groped for his dick, I didn't need to look for it long, since it was already stiff. The landlord tried to get away from me, but my mattress-neighbour intervened. He beseeched him to keep his revelation to himself. I remember sentences like "Come on, have fun with her", "please don't squeal", "I have a wife too, please don't spoil our marriages". The landlord became hesitant and I increased my activities. I already had his cock out of his trousers. It was a rugged, veiny, rather large phallus that reeked of male and testosterone. I assume the landlord had never had a woman looking like me. I do not want to brag, but I am told to be attractive. Daniel Stiff Cactus has described me in his story. (Thank you, Honey, for seeing me as described with a nice head full of obscene thoughts, big tits, sexy body....by the way, what do you think of my legs? You haven't mentioned them.) The landlord babbled incomprehensible curses in his alpine dialect. He seemed to be a simple god-fearing catholic who more and more gave himself over to my blowjob, but with obvious pangs of conscience. The stranger enjoyed the situation unstressed. He grinned and said: "He is going to fuck you against his own will and then he will creep to confession for weeks. Having said this, he clasped me from behind, lifted me up so that the fat cock of the landlord that had strained my lips, slipped out of my mouth and then the strong mattress neighbour put me with skill above the boner of the older man an lowered me onto it as if this was what he was doing every day.
The landlord still stood in the middle of the room and observed gobsmacked and motionless how I was settled on his prick. My mattress neighbour pressed me down and the cock of the landlord slid into me, fat as it was, supported by my cunt fluids and the sperm of my husband. Again I remembered my fertile days, again I was helpless to resist. As a matter of fact the stranger moved me up and down on the landlord's cock with strong arms. The landlord himself didn't do anything but moan louder and louder and then he squirted his load inside me with a desperate expression on his face. This obvious mental pain I was causing him by debauching him to do "the wrong thing" turned me on despite little - very little - pangs of conscience. Luckily, I didn't get pregnant.
After that, I returned to the mattress next to my hubby, as sperm and spittle drained as I was. I didn't even attempt to wash the semen out of my cunt. I had surrendered and would take up with whatever came from it. I also had no wish to keep it secret any more. I pressed myself against Daniel and really hoped, he would smell, taste, see the strangers' fluids on and in me, but he didn't. He woke up though, was delighted to find me obviously in the mood for more sex and pulled me on top of him. His cock grew hard and I opened me legs to let it in. My cunt was really strained by the fat cock of the landlord. Daniels cock slipped in easily and was drowned with the landlord's semen. Daniel whispered in my ear he hadn't realized how much sperm he had ejaculated an hour ago. I giggled. Again I felt the hands of the by now not so strange stranger on me, while I copulated with my husband. My cunt smacked and squidged clearly audible and I was surprised that not more people woke up. Daniel shot his load and now I was really full of sperm. Overflowing.
Again Daniel fell asleep immediately with me still lying on top of him. I slid from his body, by now almost habitually towards the side of the stranger. He received me with open arms and whispered huskily into my ear "Now I want to shoot my load into you as well" and he turned me around and mounted me without any resistance on my side. I only said "I might get pregnant" and the stranger said, nodding towards my again sleeping husband "I am sure he is a good father". Then he fucked me without any restrictions. A wonder, nobody complained or tattled to Daniel. I cannot imagine, nobody noticed what was going on. The stranger moaned rather noisily, my cunt smacked and gurgled and I squeaked like a piglet. We just didn't care any more. Another load, the fourth of the evening, was shot into my womb. Also a mystery, that none of them met a fertile egg. When the stranger withdrew his cock, he dangled it above my head and I took it into my mouth and sucked it clean. Sperm was running out of my cunt in a stream. I really wanted to bring it all to the light. I woke my husband and kissed him. I had the sperm of another man on my lips, but he did not realize. He only said: "You are so horny tonight. It really turns you on to do it in a room full of people. He fucked me once more. I was spent and just lay there. The cock of my husband ploughed its way through the sperm of two other men and he enjoyed it, was fascinated with my wetness. He filled me up once more. My vagina was flooded with sperm, all slimy and sludgy, oozing with semen...and I liked the feeling. Nevertheless I went to the shower room now, because I feared to be just a sight in the morning, when I would have to clean myself among other women. I was surprised, nobody was following me. I had almost expected to be followed by one or two men who might have noticed what I had been doing for the past hours. I even was prepared to have sex with them under the shower if they were not disgustingly ugly or repulsive. But nobody followed me.
Now I am nervous to see my husband's reaction. As mentioned, this was 5 years ago and since then we have experienced quite a lot of both, daring phantasies and daring real sex. I hope, he is not upset.
Up to now, I have only exchanged oral stories with my husband when having sex together. I have never written one. I would be very happy if you sent honest criticism. I am not sure yet, if I should go on publishing as my husband has suggested. He doesn't know about this episode, but from there onward, we have always shared our sex experiences and his idea is to publish them via individual stories from him and me. I told him, I will only go on with it, if he a) is not upset by my first story and b) if the response suggests that there is an interested audience.
Cheerio Sexy Minx (Maria) (The name "Sexy Minx" was given to me by a reader of my husband's (Stiff Cactus) first story. She(?) said, "Your wife appears to be a sexy minx. I liked that and adopted the name.
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