Blondie Finally Begins Her Hotwife

She chuckled, "Oh God yes, baby! We should have gone ahead and done this a long time ago." Pulling my head down, she kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth, then whispered in my ear,

"Been a long time since I fucked anyone besides you an' it was exciting, really, really exciting to feel a strange cock in there."

She moved her hips more forcefully as she teased, "Do I want to do it again? Do it with another guy?" Continuing to swivel her hips, she gave me a long hot, tongue-probing kiss then pulled back looking into my eyes and answered those two questions with a mocking third,

"That give you a clue, lover?"

Blondie glanced at the closed bathroom door as the shower went off and said earnestly,

"But first I wanna fuck him again, next weekend, okay? He's a great fuck, baby, a really sexy fuck, an' God, the way he comes! It just felt so wicked lettin' him come in my pussy, just fillin' me up that way."

She purred, "An' with my oh so understandin' husband right here watchin' him do it. I loved that, just fuckin' loved that, babe, an' you bet I wanna do it again with another man."

My newly initiated little trollop, grinned up at me declaring, "Baby, I'd fuck another guy right now, a total stranger, no introduction necessary, if one came walkin' through that door."

I groaned hearing that, and she made it even better when she murmured, "I wanna fuck Franco again but he wasn't a stranger like we'd planned on; I already knew him from work. So I wanna do this with a total stranger, some guy we just meet in a bar an' pick up—bring him home an' fuck him after I dance for him a little bit, okay?"

With her talking like that, I was soon pumping my own load into her, an exquisite pleasure, adding my own seminal contribution to Franco's larger load. When I collapsed beside her, gasping, she laughed,

"You really do like that messy pussy don't ya, cher? You didn't last long this time either."

Franco called a patrol unit to come pick him up. Blondie slipped on a sheer, black lace negligee and the sexy heels she'd worn for the party, and led him downstairs to the front door. I grabbed a robe and followed. They were in the front entryway waiting for his ride, kissing tenderly. What a sight it was to see my beautiful wife standing there, the growing daylight from the high window over the front door silhouetting her naked body through her sheer negligee, tenderly kissing another man; a man who was now her lover; a man who had ejaculated in her soft fecund belly twice, the last time less than half-hour ago; a man my wife was clearly intending to fuck again.

But then the patrol unit rolled up and Franco was out the door; my wife was all mine once more. She came into the living area with a tired, dissolute smile and flopped on the couch with a moan. As I handed her a Bloody Mary, she took a sip and a toke from the joint, sighing,

"Well, we finally did it, didn't we, cher?" to which I just grinned back.

"What a great way to wake up, sugar, in bed with this big handsome Mexican stud layin' there bare-ass naked next to me, kissin' my neck an' ear an' playin' with my nipples an' my clit."

I just grinned and she continued, "An' with his big ol' hard-on pressin' up against my leg."

She gave me a quizzical look and asked, "How does it feel to wake up and find your wife is fuckin' another guy right there beside you in the bed? Did you like it? Did it turn you on?"

Chuckling, I asked, "You couldn't tell from the way I went after my sloppy seconds?"

She smiled but asked with some trepidation, "Well, now that he's gone, tell me honestly, did I do anything with him that made you jealous?"

I admitted, "Well of course I have to be a little bit jealous—I mean, the way you so completely bought into it—and that you are so obviously attracted to him. And watching that hot fucking you put on him with all that passionate kissing. I wasn't expecting the kissing to be such a turn-on, but, babe, watching you give that sexy mouth to another man like that was almost as hot as the fucking. So, yeah, it made me jealous, but not so jealous that I regret our doing it. That was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, far sexier than I'd ever imagined."

With a smirk, I said, "Hell, it looked to me like you were even enjoying sucking his dick."

As I fired up a joint, my newly minted hotwife, cut her eyes at me demurely and said softly,

"Well, I admit I was so hot 'n ready to fuck a stranger after us talkin' about it for so long, that, you're right, I didn't even mind when he told me to suck it."

Fellatio, up to that point in our relationship, was not one of Blondie's favorite sex acts. When I just smiled and nodded, she grinned, "You're right—I didn't mind suckin' that big ol' fat Mexican cock—kinda liked it in fact." She grinned guiltily, "I suppose it's to be expected that blowin' a handsome stranger's a little more exciting than blowin' your husband, think maybe?"

Taking a long toke, I just smiled and said, "I can understand that, babe, and it was sexy as hell seeing you do it. I've been telling you for years that men look at your sexy mouth and want to stick their dicks in it. In any event, you handled the whole thing wonderfully—you seduced the guy right out from under Diana's nose and then you put some really, and I do mean, really, hot moves on him all night long, including that sexy blowjob."

My wife reached out for the joint and replied, "Well, I never fucked a Mexican or a cop before; an' you're right, he told me during the party he'd like to stick his dick in my mouth, remember?"

"An' when we were fuckin' he kept whisperin' to me how tight my pussy is, how good it feels, an' I haven't heard that kinda sweet talk from anyone but you in a long time—since the last time I fucked Duane before we got married—so it was nice hearin' that confirmed by another man."

"An', honey, I gotta tell you, I am so glad I picked him to be the first one 'cause that boy's un bon baise (a good fuck)—sexy kisser, too—proof positive of everything I've ever heard about Latin lovers."

With a lurid smile, she said, "So, yeah, that beau flic had your baby girl respondin' to his big ol' fat dick, an' his sexy kissin' 'n sexy talkin', pretty damned good."

She took a toke, held it for a few seconds and as she exhaled, smiled conspiratorially, "I just invited him to come over next Friday night—told him I'd dance for him an' do a striptease."

She grinned, "He can't wait. Like most of you men, he says he loves garterbelts and nylons"

Hearing that sent a tingle through my testicles as I replied, "Looks like maybe you were spot on in your self-suspicions that if we ever actually did this, that you'd really take to it, weren't you?"

Blondie flashed a risqué smile and said, "Baby, I've always known I was a petite pute (little whore) at heart. Like I've told you, I started fucking when I was very young, an' I loved it from the get-go. So, when you started talkin' about wantin' me to fuck somebody else, I saw it as a chance to let that little whore have some fun, to get some bite étrange (strange cock) with my husband's blessing, so why not?"

"Well the whore in you was on full display last night—you practically raped the guy," I said, then continued, "Which, hopefully, is a preview of things to come."

This sated Southern strumpet smirked satisfiedly, "Oh it is—you're gonna get another good show next week—I promise, cher. An' as I told you earlier, I do want to do this with a total stranger, an' I will; but I just got my first strange cock in more 'n five years, an' you could clearly see how much I loved it. It was so good I want some more of it. So, for right now, babe, you're just gonna have to be content to watch me fuck that good-lookin' Mexican stud, okay?"

Throwing me a wicked grin, my brand new hotwife taunted, "An' gettin' yourself some more of those sloppy seconds when he's done, hmm? You seemed to really like my messy little pussy a whole lot after that Mexican got off in it."

She mocked, "That's the fastest I ever got you off—both times—so I know you really liked it."

I groaned with the memory, making my little slut smile knowingly, "Don't worry, cher, you're gonna get to do it again." She grinned, "An again, an' again, an'..."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

When Friday evening finally rolled around, Blondie met Franco at the door in a tight black leather miniskirt and ankle strap platform heels, with a black lace, see-through blouse showing her lacy black bra beneath. Underneath her very short skirt she was wearing her full accoutrement of sexy undies: black lace bikini panties with a black garterbelt and dark nylons. As soon as she pushed the door closed, my little hotwife had those full, lush, glossy red lips all over his mouth, kissing her first hotwife partner hungrily while rubbing his instant erection through his slacks.

Watching, I finally had to clear my throat loudly to break up the heated necking. Franco had a smug lipstick-smeared smile on his face as my ravishing wife led him into the living area to sit beside her on the sofa. I brought him a drink and took a seat on the other wing of the sectional. We made small talk while Blondie, with her legs tucked up under her on the couch, glued herself to his side and idly toyed at the back of his neck with her long crimson nails, gazing at him like a big piece of sweet candy.

She looked, for all in the world, like a woman in love, absolutely glowing with pent-up desire and it occurred to me that it was a good thing I hadn't been traveling on business this week or she'd probably have had him sleeping over here every night. If my young wife wasn't in love with this handsome cop, she was certainly infatuated and most assuredly in lust.

Establishing that Franco was okay with smoking marijuana, we shared a joint and as it began to take effect, I suggested to Blondie that she freshen up her lipstick and switch the soft tempo rock background music to something more suitable for her sexy dancing. She ruffled Franco's thick black hair and teased, "You wanna see me dance, handsome?"

He grinned and said, "Oh yeah, beautiful, most definitely!"

Blondie put on some of her favorite dance music and disappeared into the entryway half-bath. This was my first experience of sitting in my living room making small talk with a man who had carnal awareness of my wife and was now back to expand that knowledge; it was delightfully depraved but discomfiting as well. Franco made it easier by telling me,

"She's so fucking beautiful, man. You're one lucky dude to have such a sexy wife."

When I agreed, he spoke even more boldly, "And one who's so tight—God, she is really tight."

I laughed and said, "Yeah, she told me you kept telling her that last week. Just wait though, because you haven't seen the whole show yet."

A moment later, Blondie strutted seductively into the living room, dimming lamps and cranking up the music volume. Turning to face Franco, she began twisting, bobbing and turning, moving just for her new lover. She had applied more wet-look, red lipstick and some extra rouge and eyeshadow, giving herself a somewhat tarty blonde slut look to match the provocative and inviting way she was eyeing our guest as she pumped her hips at him rhythmically. He glanced at me and mouthed, "Wow!" which made both of us smile because we had anticipated her getting just such a pleased reaction from another man for so long. I got another one of those tingles in the testicles knowing just what a treat this cop had coming.

Before the second song had finished, Blondie began teasing with the buttons on her blouse and by the end of the third she had slipped it off and tossed it in our guest's lap. During the next song, she unzipped the tight miniskirt and jiggled it down over her hips, stepping out of it and kicking it aside as the music ended. In the lull between songs she asked Franco, "You like, cher?" as she bent to take a toke and a swallow of her drink. To say our beaming, nodding guest was pleased would be gross understatement. As the music came back on and my little blonde sexpot wife began to move again, in her bra, lace bikini panties, garterbelt and nylons, he said,

"Holy shit! You are one lucky guy! God, she is totally fucking gorgeous!" which of course made both Blondie and I grin knowingly. We were getting precisely the response we had always fantasized we would. I thought about all those times I'd watched this scenario alone, wishing that I could share all this wonderful, incredible beauty and sexuality. Now here I sat, actually doing it and it was even better than I could ever have hoped.

By this time, I had my cock out and motioned for Franco to do the same. He eagerly complied and we both sat there slowly stroking our erections while my wife continued her striptease. The sight of two handsome men slowly jacking off while watching her strip brought a salacious grin to Blondie's face and an increased intensity to her movements. She turned her bra cups under her breasts, exposing her eraser hard, pink nipples, and her bikini panties came off during the following song, revealing her dark bush and the aroused pink labia the hair mostly obscured.

There my bewitching wife stood, with her voluptuous nakedness totally exposed to another man as she continued her enticing, inviting, pelvic thrusts. Her dancing naked for someone else was even more exciting than we had fantasized all those many nights when she'd danced for only me. I found myself thinking that next time we'd do it the way we'd always planned, with a total stranger, someone we picked up in a bar, someone who had yet to discover the carnal delights soon coming to him from this ravishing creature. Considering the almost reckless enthusiasm with which Blondie had taken advantage of the opportunity presented by Franco's presence at her birthday party, I had no doubt it would happen soon.

I got up to refill drinks and when I returned Blondie was dancing immediately in front of Franco, between the sofa and the coffee table, between his widespread legs, thrusting her hips at him in time to the music as he stroked his cock, her hairy pussy just a few feet from his face. He leaned forward, burying his face in that inviting patch, grabbing Blondie's pale buns, ardently licking and sucking her clitoris, his pressing fingers dimpling her soft smooth ass. She held his head with both hands, moaning ecstatically as she ground her vulva into his face.

When the music concluded, Blondie put her hands on Franco's shoulders, pushing him back, then bent to pull his already unfastened, unzipped slacks down over his ankles, handing them to me to hang up. As the next song began, she knelt on the sofa, straddling his thighs and began performing her lap dance, rubbing her creamy cunt back and forth on his hard cock as she held his face in both hands and kissed him fervently. In less than a minute Franco groaned and my wife gasped as his cock slid inside her. With her mouth glued to his, their jaws working as their tongues explored past each other, Blondie rocked forward and back on Franco's cock in sensual rhythm with the pulsing bass beat of the music.

I mused that Franco was himself living out a fantasy, the one many men have had if they've ever visited a gentlemen's club: that of watching a near naked young woman dancing provocatively, then having her come down from the stage to straddle you for the ultimate lap dance, slipping your hard phallus inside her, fucking you until you explode up into her belly. And the way this sexy Southern Belle was grinding her hot, tight cunt on this handsome cop's erection, it wasn't going to be long before they completed the fantasy in just that manner.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, still staring into his eyes and smiling confidently, Blondie began urging him, "Oui, bébé, mon beau flic, that's it, yeah thattaboy, come on, give it to me, let it go, baby, let me feel it. I want it, cher, come in me, come on, come in ma chatte chaud, lover! My hot pussy wants your come, baby, she wants it all!"

Hearing my wife talking that way to another man had me about to come myself as I sat stroking my member and watching. My own body was trembling uncontrollably with the intense, erotic depravity of what we were engaged in here. No longer kissing, their faces were inches apart as they gazed with lustful intent into each other's eyes. Suddenly Franco squeezed his eyes tightly shut and gave a subdued grunt as Blondie cried out, "Oui! Oui! Oui! Oh fuck yes! Give it to me cher! Come on, give it to Blondie, baby! Gimme that stuff! All of it!" as her lover's fat Latino cock turned a creamy white.

I watched fascinated as my diminutive Dixie pixie continued to grind her hips on his for several more minutes, but it was obvious from Franco's slackened arms and lolled back head that my live sex show was over for a while. With Franco's softening cock slowly easing out of her, my wife became aware of my presence for the first time since she'd climbed aboard her lover. Still slowly rotating her hips against his groin, she glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned smugly. She'd finally done it: danced and stripped for another man and then lap dance-fucked him to ejaculation, just as we'd long fantasized.

With her best bad-girl smirk, she asked coyly, "How'd you like that little fuck show, cher?"

When I croaked out an affirmative, "Loved it!" she giggled and teased,

"Well then I guess I'll just have to do it for you again sometime real soon, hmm?"

She bent forward and tenderly kissed Franco's face and viewing their post-coital glow, I was thrilled beyond belief that my randy young wife had been the one to finally initiate this acting out of our fantasy without any pressure from me, and, what's more, was taking to this idea of having sex with another man in my presence without a trace of reluctance or self-consciousness. In fact, she was displaying so much enthusiasm, that I was again a bit suspicious that I had perhaps been deceived, that my wife, not Diana, had been the one who really won the office competition and had been seeing this cop when I was traveling on business.

That suspicion was later bolstered by the fact that after just a few more visits, Franco quit coming over for our little parties, making me even more certain he was getting his fill of Blondie's tight pussy when I was away on business. No man turned down pussy that easy and that good. Blondie denied it vehemently at the time but years later admitted she'd been giving him occasional blow jobs while I was traveling, which I suspected was merely a very incomplete confession to a much more extensive relationship, a confession done to soothe her conscience.

Despite their duplicity, Franco remained a friend, even after we relocated to Mobile, occasionally bedding my always willing wife when I took her with me to Texas on business trips. But then, that is another chapter in a long series of my beautiful Blondie's sexual escapades and a tale best saved for another time's telling.