Marked Wife Ch. 03

When she did come down she had on a simple little black dress, obviously with built in support. There was plenty of breast on show which rippled as she walked up and gave me a cuddle, balancing on five inch black court shoes. "Simple but effective. See you later. I may be a little late but do not waste any of your juice. I liked that squidgy feeling I had last week and I will only have yours."

I was sound asleep when Mandy came in and whipped the duvet off my body but covering my head, and whispered, "It must be your birthday, you have lots of presents again." She was sitting astride me gently pumping my cock which was hardening by the second. "Goodie, he is firming up nicely. I do hope you did not waste any." My cock was now nice and hard and being rubbed against her clit.

"Are you trying to suffocate me? Surely you want your pleasure first! Let me see my presents, please?"

She pushed my cock inside her lovely warm, moist hole and started slowly humping me as she removed the quilt. I had not realised but she had not turned the light on, so I could still not see my presents. "That feels nice, but why are you hiding your marks? What has my slut of a wife been up to tonight?"

Still gently fucking me she lay down crushing her firm breasts into my chest and said, "Don't call your dearly beloved wife names. If she was a slut I expect she would have managed to say thank you to all forty firm hard cocks that she had made hard and not used. All those lovely cocks and so little time."

"I don't know about my wife but this woman giving me great pleasure at the moment sounds like a slut. Are you going to put some effort in or shall I get on top?"

"Hey, I have had to warn you before about that. Remember cocks are there for my pleasure, they just get what they are offered." She continued her gently humping, actually speeding up a little as she sunk her teeth into my shoulder. When I went to do the same she told me, "No marks just enjoy, why don't you have a suck on my nipple? That would be nice."

By no means a frantic fuck but a nice one. It had us both climaxing together. She then snuggled down beside me and said she loved me. "Thank you darling, are we off to sleep now? I love you very much."

"Perhaps we had better, I am a little tired."

In the morning Mandy woke me up with a kiss, she was standing beside our bed dressed in her far too practical dressing gown, not exactly a burka but it sure covered the interesting bits. "I am going to try and lose the kids tonight, I have some presents to show my husband. We must make these last, all my lads are scattered to the four corners of the world by now."

It turned out that her Mum was happy to have all three so we could 'have a night out.' The downside was we had to spend some time, including teatime, there. Mandy spent all day wearing jeans and a polo neck jumper, although with a pleasant three inch pair of heels. We did not get away until nearly seven, so by mutual agreement we thought we would have a night in.

When we got home Mandy wrapped her body around me and said, "Shall I go and get out of these jeans? You cannot see any of our favourite marks. I know you like my tattoo as much as my other admirers. Pour me a nice large vodka. I will be down again soon." When she came back down she had on her highest heels and her extremely minuscule grey shorts. She had retained her high necked jumper but by the way her boobs were swaying had discarded her bra.

"Your legs look so sexy with that tattoo. Despite all their work I see your lads have not managed to rub it off. Now is my dear wife a fraud or just a big tease? Did she get one of her hot young studs to mark her body or not?"

"I must be a bit of a tease, my body was not marked by one of my studs. Does that make me a fraud?"

"A tease and a slut! I take it my old cock was not the second one to give you pleasure last night. He is firming up very well, is he allowed to play yet?" She cuddled into me and rubbed the lump in my trousers and with a big smile took me up to bed. Entering the bedroom she told me to strip and removed her shorts and stood bending with her hands on the bed and wiggled her bare ass at me.

"Come on then, my pussy is moist enough. I must have been thinking of last night."

Her teasing had also got me nice and hard and I slipped in, and yes, she was nicely prepared. I started a nice rhythmic motion with the intention of making it last. "My teasing wife deserves some serious smacks on the lovely bum she is displaying. Perhaps I will just punish you with heat exhaustion, I will teach you to fuck in a woollen jumper just to tease me."

"Darling husband, does the thought that there may be marks on your wife's body, there may even be several marks put there by fit young lads? Fit young lads that have had their lovely hard, firm and young cocks, fucking your wife?" Her vocals and the response of her body had me going like mad and shooting off in no time. She jumped up and said, "Not bad but I have hardly worked up a sweat. I thought that was supposed to punish me."

"As I cannot see any marks on your lovely body perhaps I should spank that ass, get it all black and blue. But rather than hurt you I would rather you told me what happened last night. I am sure that will make me much harder than hurting you."

"Alright I will disregard the fact that you ignored my best mark, I and everyone else likes my tattoo. Last night I went out for a few drinks and when I got home my husband was not waiting to greet me. He had gone to sleep. I did not want to disturb him so I did not turn the light on."

Rather than spank her (not into hurting the lovely girl), I grabbed her and upending her onto the bed sat across her legs and tickled her feet. She absolutely cannot stand them being touched let alone tickled. She squirmed and wriggled to get away with more effort than her very best orgasm. I managed to grip her with my legs and kept up lightly tickling the sole of each foot.

She was screaming 'no' and pounding very painfully with her fists on my back, with a twist of her body she made me lose my balance and tipped me onto the floor. Before I could grab her she ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. She said, still locked in, "If I say sorry for teasing you, would you go downstairs and get us both a drink? I will bring your presents down in a minute."

"If you come down with anything other than your best heels, your nice big earrings and perhaps some lipstick and eye makeup hiding your body you are in trouble."

It was some time before the click of her heels heralded her approach. She came in and gave me a hand on hip pose. "Sorry I took so long. My husband wanted me to do my makeup for him." Although it was not what got my attention, her eyes were very tastefully done with plenty of mascara and a nice shade of green eye shadow.

"Your makeup looks very attractive darling. Would you like to cuddle up and start the story of your evening? I suspect that we will need to go upstairs before you finish though, it looks like you had a busy night."

She did jump up beside and stretched her fantastic body out with her head across my lap. "While I was painting my face for you I had a quick count of your presents, they may have blended into each other a little."

"Fortunately not as painful as last week's. I take it that the only male juices not wasted, as you call it, in condoms went in your mouth. I see a nice bite on each of your lovely tits."

"Correct, what a waste! I really would have brought you home a squidgy mess. I think, from memory, which has got me very moist again by the way, there should be seven slut tags at the front and just one at the back."

"I don't know which is the naughtiest, a tramp or a slut, but that is a lot of stamps or tags. Just how many of your friends provided that amount of action?"

"Well as I told you it was end of their year. All my boys are gone now. I went straight to the club and found Rob and a few of the guys to ply me with drinks. I had to reward them with a cuddle and the odd rub of my tattoo, of course. I told them my idea of an end of term raffle, with your dear wife as the prize. I recommend you watch your comments at this stage!"

"Oh, come on, we have wasted a lot of tax payer's money educating them if they did not mention the earnings potential of your raffle."

"Okay, that was not a bad answer, Rob came up with the idea of putting the room numbers in the draw. That would not mean your wife becoming a whore. I did tell you he was a nice guy, we did doctor the draw a little leaving out four room numbers, two that would not have wanted me and two I did not want. With a little more thought I also got Rob to take out the numbers of the rooms I had already visited."

"Did he lose interest in helping you after that?"

"Hey I said he was a nice guy. I did have another thought and said as long as no one knew there were no repeats he could put his in and try his luck. Well it was still rather early and your slut of a wife, I had been drinking well by then, had another idea. I told Rob it would shorten his odds if there was more than just a first prize."

"Ah, your story is getting nearer the explanation of the number of slut tags you brought me home. So just how many prizes where there in this raffle?"

"Just your dear wife my darling, just little me."

"If you start teasing, I will attack your feet again."

"I got a huge cheer when I stopped the music again and jumped up on the pole dance podium. I think my idea appealed to the lads better than the expected pole dance though. I did a brief chat on the idea and I had drawn the winner in very little time, and took him off to his room."

"No complaints on his stamina or his performance although his room was a pigsty. He had a very efficient go at your dear wife's pussy. After some cuddling and oral encouragement the good boy had a second go in the same place - I was a happy little slut and had collected two slut tags for my dear husband. I then called Rob via our cells and asked which room number I would find the second prize winner in."

"I think my slut of a wife must need me again, her nipples are looking very hard and I seem to detect a little moisture around a rather red looking pussy." As we went upstairs my own arousal was almost at the painful stage. My slut of a wife had so far given the explanation of two marks. She had brought me home ten!

As she jumped on the bed she spread her legs open, offering me a lovely red and puffy area. I could not resist giving her some oral attention. I did not use my fingers just gave some serious licking, sucking and nibbling action on her pussy and clit. She was climaxing in no time but I gave her no respite and kept up licking and sucking a very engorged pussy.

She was shaking and the bits of her body I could see from my position were all glowing red and covered in sweat. Mandy was gasping in air between an otherwise continuous mewing sound which got louder and louder until she had to yell enough. I stopped and looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and her mouth open drawing in very erratic breaths.

She looked so sexy, "As my teasing wife has not got a young stud to warm her up for her husband I think some more of that just to make sure she is ready for me." She almost screamed a 'no' and wiggled up the bed as I wrapped my lips around her bright red and open hole and started licking again.

Her very hoarse and ragged screaming continued for ages and I gave her no respite until finally needing to relieve my bursting balls. When I did slip to full penetration with one long stroke her eyes opened very wide and she let out one hell of a scream as she flung her legs around my back.

It, needless to say, was not long before I pumped a load into her soaking hole, but it was one of our most intense fucks ever. We cuddled up for what must have been a good ten minutes before either of us had energy enough to say anything. She finally said, "My darling lover, you don't need to prove you are the best, I already knew that. I have no idea how long it will take you to reload your very efficient balls but it is going to take me a while to get over that fucking."

We were both so sweaty that we went in the shower and had a clean up with plenty of attention to each others bodies. Afterwards she redid her makeup and put on her heels and I took her superb body back downstairs. She gave me a few poses and said, "All those years I kept this lovely body under wraps, I am so pleased we are both having so much pleasure from it now."

"You were just going off to supply the second prize in your raffle. Are you going to continue your story?"

She sat down beside me and with a rather serious look on her face said, "After what I am going to say you may want to save the rest of the story for another time. As I said it is the end of term and I do not think it is sensible for me to start a new school year at the club."

I cuddled up and said, "Carry on darling, what is on your mind?"

"Over the last few weeks we have had the most wonderful time. It has lifted our love for each other to a new level but in all honesty it is not the right way to behave. I really am just a loving wife not a slut. We proved just now that we can have the most wonderful, loving, sex together. It should not need other men to excite us."

"I am happy with what ever you want to do my darling. I am very glad you so effectively got out of your rut. I can assure you that your body does not need to be marked to turn me on."

"You are a wonderful husband, best friend and lover, those three guys are plenty to keep me in my new mood."

"I will wait for the details of your final evening but tell me, just how many prize winners were there?"

With a little laugh she said, "It was planned to be three, but Rob joked that he had lost out when he told me over the phone the third room number. Your slut of a wife was having such a good time that I told him another couple of prizes would improve his chances."

"So did your perfect gentleman give you pleasure? He must of cheated on the fifth prize, no one would have known."

"I told you he is an honest guy, no I did not end up with him. We have got each others cell phone numbers though, perhaps I will have to see if he has any ideas for a present I could bring home for my husband's birthday in a few months."

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