Lynne has had Enough

Lynne was a Christian soccer mom to the letter. She attended church, she never missed a soccer game and never wore clothes that were revealing or inappropriate. She was, what most would consider, timid and reserved. She rarely drank alcohol, never took drugs, not even over the counter drugs like Dayquil. She was by all accounts "a good girl".

Thomas was "from the other side of the tracks" so to speak. He had tattoos, drank beer on occasion, he did drugs in his youth and before Lynne, had some kinky sex. He was a good person and a great father, but by most definitions he was indeed "a bad boy".

They did share one thing in common, and in many regards, were perfect for each other. Thomas and Lynne had many fantasies, some of them that involved other men. They had been to the swingers' club a few times and have even had a few minor experiences with other couples. Nothing major mind you, just some touching and same room type play. When they were alone, just the two of them, they would talk and pretend to have Lynne being shared with other men. She loved the fantasy of being used and having Thomas hold her close when it was all over. She would talk about how the cum would be dripping off her face and hair as Thomas drove himself deep inside her. She would make comments during sex like "Can you feel his cum inside me, baby"? This drove Thomas absolutely insane with pleasure and excitement. He would thrust deeper into her, pushing around the imaginary cum, to the point where he could almost feel the warmth from the fictional characters seed pooling around his sack as he splashed in and out of his wife.

Her talking would continue.

"Will you let them cum inside me, baby?"

"Will you let them use me like a dirty slut until they cum all over my face?"

Thomas would tighten inside himself as he almost always replied, "Oh, yes! You make me proud slut! Take all that cock! Look at me while he cums in you! Let me see your sloppy cum covered face!"

They had discussed many times of making these fantasies real but were always pulled back to reality by the simple fact that, real life sex comes with real life problems. Besides, Lynne didn't think it was necessary to have the real thing when the fantasies were so powerful and hot all by themselves. Still, Thomas for some reason always had to push the issue. They had fought several times over the years whenever he would do something, she thought was inconsiderate or completely uncalled for. Things like, starting a profile on a swinger's app and pushing her to start one as well. Lynne had always struggled with the part of Thomas that felt he had to push further and further. She couldn't help but think, if he pushes and gets what he wants, won't he just push further next time? Where does it end? What they have is great amazing sex and complete and total open and honest communication, why ruin that by trying to get more?

Thomas's pushing went to far the last time though, Lynne wasn't sure she could ever go back to the way things were and she was pissed that Thomas would ruin what they had. She was pissed that he would be so inconsiderate and careless with their lives. It had been a week since he had gotten drunk at that bar and invited that 23-year-old douchebag into their home with promises of sex and blow jobs. Did he really think after working at the hospital for twelve hours that she would want to come home to a 23-year-old dumbass with a hard cock? What is wrong with that man? Every time she thought of how inconsiderate and childish Thomas's actions were that day, her blood would literally begin to boil. Apparently, Thomas gave the young prick her phone number. Having to deal with those text messages on top of the awkward night of declining two drunk ass holes in her own living room made her cry out of sheer anger and disappointment.

A week had passed, and the dust was finally starting to settle. Lynne had decided she loved Thomas too much to throw away their marriage but couldn't just ignore the fact there was an obvious sexual issue between them. She couldn't help but feel that until this issue was resolved, they could not go back to normal or have any kind of sexual relationship going forward. This made her even more angry, to think the only way to save her marriage was for her to get fucked by strangers. She simply did not see any other solution. Sure, they could stop the fantasies and go about a day to day routine and eventually she would be relaxed and comfortable enough with him sexually to maybe open that box again but maybe not. Her face would go flush as she turned and turned in her mind the various possible roads she could take. Why would he put her in this situation? Ugh.

Finally, her mind was made up. She knew exactly what she was going to do. Having reached the point that, she believed was the only way to save their marriage, was for her to take control. That's exactly what she was going to do. She filled herself with a newfound determination and purpose. She was going to give Thomas what he wanted, even if it destroyed everything she loved in the process. Her stomach was doing jumping jacks and cartwheels as she planned her next steps. Her mind raced and her heart throbbed at the horrible possibilities that lie ahead of her. She quieted the fears and steadied her stomach as the look on Thomas's face as he stood next to that drunk punk last week flashed across her mind. She found her resolve again, she had to do this, it was truly the only way.

They barely spoke the next few days as she secretly plotted her next move and before she knew it, Friday was here. It was time to put up or shut up. An evil smirk flashed across her face as she thought to herself, "put OUT or shut up you mean". The brief moment of levity faded fast when she heard Thomas's truck pull into the driveway. Her face quickly becoming stoic and stern as the thought of her husband, her best friend, bringing some stupid drunk idiot to their house blared in her mind at every footstep Thomas took toward her. She shuttered as he opened the door to enter the house.

"hey babe, I brought Chinese food. Babe? You home?"

She sat on the edge of the bed wearing a short skirt and a very loose-fitting top. She was silent as she tried to continue to steady her resolve. She needed to be determined and resolute. She needed to be strong and in control. She took one deep breath and exhaled slowly before rising up and purposefully walking toward her husband. The look on his face was that of shock, seeing his Soccer mom wife walking towards him dressed so provocatively was not something he was used to seeing at all.

"Babe, are we going somewhere?" his words sounded confused as they left his handsome face. He continued mumbling, "Are you going somewhere?" His voice was turning to more concern than confusion.

"Thomas, I need you to shut up. If you want this marriage to continue for so much as another five minutes you will not utter another fucking word."

The word FUCKING popped and hit his ears like a fire alarm. Lynne does not cuss. In their entire life together, he had only heard her use the F word one other time, and that did not go well for him then, he didn't expect things were about to go well for him now.

"I need you to get back in the truck and drive me here," She handed him her cell with Navigation already showing the route to a destination.

"If you so much as ask me how my day was, I swear to everything I love that I will divorce your dumbass and never let you see me naked again."

Thomas slowly nodded in confusion and fear. She softened slightly as she leaned in and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"I love you; I am doing this for us. Please keep that in mind. All I need you to do until this is over, is keep your mouth shut and know that I love you. I will handle the rest."

She turned on her heels and started toward the door.

"Let's go Thomas, as I am sure you have noticed, we have quite the drive ahead of us."

The drive was long and quite frankly a tad awkward. Lynne sat there as prim and proper as she always is. Legs together, hands in her lap. If it wasn't for the outfit that screamed "fuck me", you'd think she was heading to church or a PTA meeting. At one-point Thomas reached over to caress her exposed thigh, only to have his hand slapped with precise accuracy and lightning speed.

"You are also not allowed to touch me. I was a little iffy on that rule before, but I just realized if I am going to get through this, you need to keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself."

Thomas reluctantly placed both hands back on the wheel and let out a barely audible sigh. Lynne, having heard the air escaping from her husband shot him a disapproving glance. Thomas rolled his eyes in defiance but didn't dare make another sound. Another twenty minutes or so passed, to which Thomas thought felt like five hours. He had so many questions and was starting to get the urge to just start asking and demanding answers when the Navigation chirped out the final turn was just a head. A knot rose up in his stomach as he maneuvered the truck into the park entrance.

There were about a half a dozen cars parked off in the far corner of the parks parking lot. They were spaced out just enough so that every car on each side could easily open its doors all the way. The scene looked sketchy at best to Thomas who decided he could no longer keep quiet. Deciding to protest this situation due to safety concerns he opened his mouth to speak but was immediately cut off.

"this does..." his words cut by the fury in Lynne's voice.

"doesn't what? Look safe? Now you are concerned about my safety! You really are a piece of work Mr."

Her anger was really showing in every letter of every word as she continued, "You want to see your wife get cummed on? You want to see your own wife take cock?" Her face turning bright red as she continued, "well guess what Thomas, I am making all your dreams come true tonight! Your wife is going to take every cock in this park until they are all drained and satisfied and don't you even for a second pretend this isn't what you wanted!"

Thomas dumbfounded, pulled the car into the spot on the end and started shaking his head. Lynne fixed her hair in the mirror, took several deep breaths and opened her door. Thomas was waiting for her to close the door and let him in on her little prank. He had learned his lesson; they can go home now. She took him to the edge of the cliff and dangled her foot over the edge, he gets it now. Lynne did not however close the truck door. She did something that took Thomas by complete surprise. Lynne took her right leg and put it outside. As if this was the international signal for "she's ready for cock" two shadowy figures started making their way towards her side of the truck. One of them, a heavier set man in his 40's already had his hard prick out of his zipper and was lightly rubbing his tip with his fingers as he walked over to Lynne. Before Thomas could even blink the man was standing inches from Lynne with his medium sized hardness pointed right at her. Lynne took one look at the exposed gentleman before looking back at Thomas and whispering, "remember, you wanted this".

The knot that had been growing steady in Thomas's stomach flipped and he thought he was going to be sick. He put his face in the palms of his hands and started shaking his head as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. The slurping sound of Lynne sucking her new friend was like white noise as he tried to pretend it wasn't happening. It was the strangers voice that snapped him back to reality.

"Damn slut, you really can work a cock with that mouth of yours."

Thomas quickly looked over just as the man placed both hands on the back of Lynne's head and really started fucking her throat. Lynne made a few very audible gags as the man continued to pump himself harder before pausing for one long moment as he undoubtably unloaded his seed hard against her tonsils. Lynne gagged hard as the thick fluid filled her windpipe forcing the man to release his grip and free her head from his grasp. Lynne sat up quickly gasping for air as tears made her mascara run down the sides of her cheeks.

"ok babe, you've made your point. Shut the door so we can go home now."

Lynne shot a sex crazed look in Thomas's direction.

"I am going to let that comment slide," She spoke wearily, still trying to swallow the remains in her throat and gather her composure. "Fantasy wasn't good enough for you, Thomas. You wanted it to be real. Well now this is really happening."

The other figure was much slenderer in physique and was quick to take the larger man's place. Lynne no sooner turned back away from Thomas still wiping her face and another hard member stand for her attention only inches away. This cock was at least seven inches and a tad on thicker side of the scale. Lynne, having flipped some horny switch inside her smiled at its size as she took it in her hand.

"I have to feel this one inside me."

She guided him a step back as she exited the vehicle while still caressing his cock in her hand. Still smiling she turned back towards Thomas and lifted her skirt. The eager stranger didn't even wait for her to get comfortable before he hastily jammed himself in her wetness. Lynne let out a loud moan as he entered and immediately dropped to her elbows on the passenger seat.

"This is what you wanted baby? You wanted to watch me get fucked?"

Her words bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the man inside her. Making every other word she uttered almost a grunt of pleasure. Thomas just sat there in disbelief as his loving and sweet wife was being pounded from behind by a man he couldn't describe or pick out of a line up. Every emotion came surging through Thomas as he watched her hair flowing back and forth. He was still on the verge of being sick when he felt Lynne's hand grab his crotch. As she harshly grabbed his hardness through his jeans, she let out a very erotic and airy sigh.

"I knew you'd like this."

Thomas as if on autopilot started slowly and lovingly running his fingers through her dark hair as it swayed back and forth. Her breath quickened as she felt the caressing from her husband and sharply, she snatched his hand from her hair and gripped it tight.

"I am going to cum on his big cock. He's making me cum on his hard cock"

Her grip tightened on his hand as she let out a series of moans and high-pitched screeches before relaxing and eventually letting go of Thomas's hand completely. The stranger wasn't done with her yet and started talking to Lynne and Thomas as he built his pace and momentum up like a fury of sexual desire.

"you like seeing your slutty wife get fucked?"

"I am going to fill this dumb slut with cum, you like that?"

Thomas heard the slap on Lynne's ass and was about to speak up and protest. As if she knew what Thomas would do, Lynne looked at him in the eyes and slowly shook her head, as if to say "no". Her hair still flowing back and forth from the building orgasm her new friend was working towards. With out warning or words, his bombardment quickened and then abruptly stopped. Lynne looked up at Thomas, just as the stranger pulled himself out, with almost a sad and wanting look in her eyes. Not sure what to say or do, Thomas just stared at his wife as warm fluids flowed down her inner thighs.

Feeling the need to break the silence Thomas finally spoke, "Sweetheart, I love you. I am sorry. Please get back in the truck and we can work this out at home."

Lynne, almost reluctantly, stood up and straightened herself. She looked around the parking lot and saw a few more shadowy figures making their way towards her.

"Sorry boys, Husband says we have to go. Trust me, we will be back."

Lynne and Thomas didn't say a word on the ride home. Lynne got in the truck and put her head on Thomas's shoulder and hugged his arm as he drove. The pair stayed cuddled up like that the entire ride back to the house. Every once in a while, Thomas would look at Lynne in the rear-view mirror and see a dreamy smile slide across her beautiful face.