Night Out With The Guys

I felt his hands moving over my skin, touching my ass and slapping it just hard enough to make me moan. I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, feeling the veins throb beneath my tongue, before once again moving towards the top. I felt his hand move up my back and then wind their way into my hair as he pushed me lower. I hungrily slid his cock between my lips, delighting in how he stretched my lips wide. As his hand guided me, I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking and devouring him. I could feel the juices from my pussy running along my thighs and knew I needed to be fucked hard and fast.

I felt the car suddenly veer off to the right, and then felt a bumpiness that told me we were no longer on the road. The car came to sudden stop, and Jim pulled up on my hair.

“Come.”

He opened the car door and slid from the seat, pulling my arm as he did so. I scrambled across the seat and felt the coolness of grass beneath my feet. Jim had pulled into a small clearing in a heavily wooded area, and the smell of the grass and the trees filled my senses. I didn’t have long to linger on those scents as Jim pulled me into his arms, his lips on mine. His kisses were so hard, I felt he would bruise my lips, yet I eagerly returned them. He pulled away suddenly and looked into my face in the semi brightness of the moonlight.

“You enjoyed having those men feel you up, didn’t you? You liked playing the slut tonight, yes?”

“Y-yes. Oh God, yes, Jim!”

“And you don’t even know who those men were, did you? For all you know you might very well meet them again. And I’m certain they will remember you, your incredible body, but you won’t know. Doesn’t that make you feel even more the slut?”

His words rang through my brain, and as they did so, I could feel a slight gush between my thighs. I knew deep down I should care, but my body and mind were reacting to my husband’s excitement. Yes, I did feel like a slut, a whore – but I felt every nerve alive and needing his touch. I grabbed Jim’s hands and brought them to my breasts.

“You want me to fuck you right here, don’t you? Well, I’m not one to disappoint you, am I?”

He grabbed me around the waist and quickly lifted me until I was seated on the trunk of the car. I felt the cold metal against my ass, but before it could truly register, Jim grabbed my ankles and spread my legs up and wide, revealing myself to him. I grabbed his cock and ran it along my soaked pussy sighing at the feel of him, my eyes slightly closed with lust and longing. When his cock reached the entrance to my cunt, Jim thrust his hips forward and rammed his cock fully into me. I had never before been so ready for him. His hands clutched my ankles as I steadied myself with one hand behind me on the trunk of the car. I could feel him pounding in and out of me, felt my ass slide across the cool metal of the car.

My moans filled the night air as I reached down and began rubbing my enlarged clit. I watched as Jim looked at his cock sliding in and out of me, coated with my juices.

“How many fingers were shoved up your snatch tonight? Or did you bother to count? Did they feel good, slut? Stretching you, making you wet, making you ready for me to fuck you?”

I could barely utter anything – my concentration was on my clit and my throat was suddenly dry. I was grunting and groaning and needing to cum. I felt wanton and my need was great. I could feel my body tensing, preparing to cum, preparing to give me the ultimate in pleasure.

“Oh yes, my little slut. That’s it. I want you to cum for me. I want to feel your slutty cunt grabbing down on my cock. Cum for me, my whore, cum for me!”

As his words sank into my brain, I felt my body lurch and jerk and suddenly my orgasm was upon me. I cried out into the woods, and could feel my pussy convulsing and clenching around my husband’s cock. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, I felt as though I would never stop. All the pent up feelings from the evening came bursting through, and I simply let go.

When I finally recovered my breathing and felt my body loosen, I looked at Jim. His eyes were still glazed over with lust. He looked into my eyes hard and long. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me from the car and turned me around. Bending me over the fender, he placed his feet between mine and spread my legs wide. I felt his cock slide between my thighs, my slit even wetter than before. He found the entrance to my pussy quickly and pushed into me, slamming my body against the metal of the car.

He leaned over me, grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head. His lips were at my ear and I could hear his ragged breathing.

“I saw every expression on your face as those men were enjoying you, slut. And you were enjoying it, weren’t you? You mouth slack with desire, I could imagine your eyes closed behind the blindfold. I’ll bet your nipples were hard, weren’t they? And I’ll bet they were used, pinched, and tweaked, and you loved every minute of it.”

As he spoke, his thrusts became harder and harder until he was fairly flying in and out of my cunt. My breasts were sliding across the metal of the car, and my nipples scrapping against the car caused me to feel a jolt of pleasure course through my body.

“Didn’t you!”

“Yes, Jim, I was used, my nipples, my cunt, everything.”

”And I’ll bet my nasty little whore enjoyed it all, didn’t she?”

”Yes, oh yes, I did!” I felt slightly flushed at having admitted my own enjoyment, but was past the point of caring.

“But the only cum you are going to have is mine. And you are aching for it, aren’t you?”

No longer able to respond, I moved against him, letting him know to go deeper and faster. I was not disappointed. I could feel my body ready to cum once again, and began to feel a warmth spread through me. As my body tensed slightly, I knew I was close.

“Oh yes, my little whore is going to cum again? Yes, cum with me – let me feel your cunt grab my cock as it shoots into you!”
Raking my nails against the trunk of the car, I felt my body shake and quiver and I screamed against the metal of the trunk. At the same time, Jim slammed hard into me and cried out to the sky, his cock filling me with his cum. Both of us locked together in the ultimate pleasure, both of us riding the waves our bodies were intent on riding. Slowly, our pleasure subsided, and Jim began to make small movements as his hands moved gently along my body. I felt his kisses along my neck and back and murmured against the cool metal. He pulled me away from the car and turned me towards him. As his arms wrapped around me, we kissed deeply. I wound my arms around his neck, glad for the feel of his body next to mine.

“What do you say we go home and see what happens next?”

I looked up into his eyes, and smiled. “You know me, hon. I’m game for anything!”

I moved towards the trunk of the car when I felt Jim’s hand on my arm, stopping me.

“Hon, my clothes –“

“You won’t need those. Just get back into the car.”

”Jim, when we get back to the base, what then?” I acted as though I were afraid of his subjugation, when in reality I could feel my body tingling.

“We can worry about that when we get back. Now, in you go!”

Rushing towards the front seat, I slid along the seat and settled on the passenger side. Jim climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. As he pulled back onto the road, he looked over at me and smiled. His hand reached out and stroked my thigh. I moved closer to him, wanting to feel his touch, needing his touch.

“Tell me. I want to know.”

”Know what?” My voice was filled with coyness.

“I want to know every thought that ran through your head while those men were touching you. I want to know what you felt – from the way your nipples tightened by being pinched to the way your cunt soaked that towel you’re sitting on. All of it!”

I could feel myself blushing slightly in the dim interior of the car. It had been one thing to experience what I had, another to know my husband had been watching, and quite another to describe to him what I felt and thought. I took a deep breath and placed my hand over his and began to tell him how I felt and what was going through my mind. As I did, I felt myself reliving each man’s touch that night and could feel my pussy, already wet, beginning to soak the towel once again. I brushed my hand along Jim’s thigh and was surprised at the bulge his cock was beginning to make. Knowing my words were having an impact, I began to delve into my story, developing the details for him so he could feel as though he were actually in the car with me when all those men were feeling me up.

We arrived at the base and it was quite late. It must have been past 3 in the morning. I was now acutely aware of my nakedness and my dripping pussy and the fact that my husband was sitting next to me, his cock hard and pressing against his jeans. He easily pulled into a parking spot near the barracks, and I quickly glanced at him in the lights of the parking lot. To get to our home, we would have to walk through the parking lot, past a row of barracks, and across a small open area.

Jim leaned in to me and gave me a kiss, his fingers probing my pussy. I could feel his fingers sliding easily into me, my wetness giving him no resistance.

“Well, I think it’s time to get home and fuck, don’t you?”
“But Jim! I mean, we have to go through the parking lot, and, well, my clothes.”

“I’ll bring your clothes. Here’s the keys. You get home.”

I looked at him and the thought of running through the parking lot and past the barracks sent a pleasant chill down my spine. The thought, the possibility that some one might be getting up in the middle of the night, passing a window and look out to see my naked body running past was enough to set my pussy aflame.

When I opened the door, the dome light caught on a piece of cardboard on the floor. The cardboard Jim had had earlier.

“Please feel me up!” The note was printed nicely and clearly. I looked at Jim and then back at the sign.

“What is this?”

He smiled as he stepped from the car. “That was the invitation.”

I stared at the sign again, and then smiled. I grabbed it and stepped outside of the car. The warm breeze caressed my nakedness and I suddenly felt freer than I had in a long time. Shutting the door, I looked about quickly but could not find anyone about. Catching Jim’s eye, I couldn’t help but notice the smile on his lips. Holding my head high, I began to walk across the parking lot. I tried to maintain some dignity, but my body was aching to be fucked again and I couldn’t wait to get back to the house.

Suddenly, the door to one of the barracks opened on the opposite end of the parking lot. My heart thudding, I began to sprint across the asphalt. From the corner of my eye, I could see a figure emerging from the doorway, and ran all the faster. Reaching the end of the parking lot, I felt the grass beneath my feet, but now I was running between two barracks with windows on each side. Windows open to catch a breeze in the warm night air. Was anyone looking outside? Could I be seen? I hurried, wanting to reach home. The end of the barracks flew by and I was on the grass clearing. Now I could be seen clearly by those in the houses behind the barracks. Yet, I felt deliciously naughty, alive, and free. I even thought of staying right here on the grass and letting Jim fuck me here. But if we were caught, it could hurt his career.

I reached the house, and quickly unlocked the door. Rushing inside, I closed the door and stood leaning against the wall, breathing deeply. Suddenly the door opened, and Jim walked through. He was carrying my clothes. A big smiled played across his lips. I looked at him with a question.

“Damn, you should have seen the double take that sailor took when he came out of the barracks!”

“What?! He saw me? Are you sure? Did he know I was naked?”
“He saw you, and I’m pretty certain he knew you were naked, though who can be sure? I didn’t ask him, but you caught his attention.”

I stood there imagining the look on the stranger’s face as he caught a glimpse of my naked body rushing towards home. Yet, I felt a burning need that had to be satisfied. Rushing towards Jim, I grabbed him about the neck, and wrapped one leg around his. As my lips eagerly sought his, I rubbed my pussy against the crotch of his jeans. I could feel him moving towards the bedroom, but I released my kiss.

“No, Jim. Here. Now. I need you!”

That night Jim and I fucked on the floor of the living room just as though we were two horny teenagers. The thought and remembrance of those strange men touching me, Jim fucking me in the open against his car, the image of being seen running naked all welled up inside of me until I orgasmed more than I’d ever had before. Jim and I fucked until the sun came peeking through the window before we stumbled off to bed, exhausted and very happy.

I’ve always kept that cardboard sign as a reminder of that night and the passion Jim and I shared. Let’s see, right over here, in this box. Yes, here it is. A bit worn, I’m afraid, but it is still readable. Maybe I should hang this on the bedroom door so he will see it when he comes home from work. What do you think? Yes, I think I’ll do just that. Oh, I suppose you must excuse me now. I have some things I need to do before he gets home.