Rogue Weekend

Her lover's first home visit

Our second nightly excursion had greatly enhanced our sex life. There was not a single week, be it at breakfast or on the pillow in our bedroom, when my wife would whisper:

- Do you remember when I was naked on the sidewalk and the stranger penetrated me?'

Did I remember? I had had the time of my life! I had seen my modest, faithful wife, completely naked in public, brightly lit under a lamppost in the middle of the night, her entire body fully exposed and shivering, not from the cool night breeze, but from the thrill of exposure, and, a moment later, from the gentle groping of her soft breasts by a handsome stranger.

She had moaned deeply under the touch of his unknown hands. She had briefly looked into my eyes when I had urged the gentleman,

- Please, don't be shy, feel free to fuck my wife, and enjoy her married cunt!'

And to top it off, I had used my faithful camera to keep track of every minute of that wonderful experience, the endearing gesture when she removed a stray lock of her hair from her freckled fac, the fetching rise of her chest with every intake of breath, the slow clear drip of her vaginal fluid down her thighs and further down to the dark surface of the sidewalk, the flow of cunt juice that kept increasing with her growing arousal.

After the stranger had made love to her, she was all flustered, and had asked me to give her a pen, and written her phone number on the back of his hand.

We had then walked home, holding hands, with her still unashamedly naked, with cum from the stranger dripping on her thighs, without any further encounter, and had made furious love as soon as we reached our front door at home.

All these endearing memories only enhanced my love for her.

I had loved to watch how my shy, modest wife who looked so vulnerable, had morphed into a freely available female in a matter of minutes.

As every minute of that magnificent experience was recorded on my computer. It had become a ritual for her to ask:

- My darling husband, can we watch the movie again?

I knew she did not mean the last film we had seen at the theater, nor the latest series, but the record of that 'maiden' night when she had for the first time in our married life, opened her legs to a stranger in public, while keeping her dignified composure in front of her dear husband.

On many evenings, she would then quickly undress, and sit next to me, and we enjoyed watching the film side by side, me fully dressed, and her fully naked on the sofa.

That of course made us feel naughty, and the film had become a kind of routine foreplay before making love.

Several weeks had passed, summer was gone, nights had tuned from mild to cold. Autumn was here when, coming home from work one evening, I found my wife jumping from utmost excitement, with glistening eyes. I was wondering what had happened, and she gladly told me:

- He called!

No need to ask who the 'he' was! I put 2 and 2 together and knew it had to be the stranger who had the honor to enact the 'public defloration' of my wife's married cunt.

He obviously had kept the phone number my wife had the audacity to scribble on his hand after he had made love to her in doggy style on the street.

The only think I asked is:

- So, what did you tell him?

- He is coming for dinner tonight!

In saying this, she blushed slightly, and looked shyly into my eyes, as if requesting my permission.

My heart beat faster: my dear wife indeed had been so daring as to invite a man to our home with the obvious intent to let him fuck her! She had done so without even asking for the opinion of her faithful, loving husband!

Jealousy filled my chest. And yet...the tension growing in my groin, the rise on the front of my pants, left no doubt, the thrill and anticipation largely outweighed jealousy.

I nodded and said I would be more than happy to help her prepare for the encounter.

She felt relieved at my reaction and said:

- So, you really are not jealous? You definitely are a depraved, loving husband, I love you more for it!

She had already decided about the menu or our dinner, but I told her:

- You know the main dish tonight will be your slim little body with your tight cunt, so you need a close inspection before the visit, just to make sure you are ready for our guest.

It was, I told her, like the final check up of our car by a skilled mechanician before a long road trip.

I rushed her to the bathroom, undressed her, feasted my eyes on her tanned skin, with freckles perfectly enhancing the pale skin on the tan lines on her chest and pubic area.

- Tonight, my dear wife, I am thrilled to confirm that your pubic area will become public!

I washed her entire body in a scented bath, abundantly sponging her lovely private parts, and I meticulously shaved her pussy to ensure the perfect, lickable smoothness I loved so much.

She giggled and escaped when I playfully tried to grope her delicate labia and soft buttocks.

As she stood naked with a puzzled look in the dressing room, she asked me how she should be dressed for the evening. I told her:

- In my humble opinion, the best dress would be your birthday suit!

I argued that both the visitor and I had already seen every inch of her beautiful skin on our first encounter, so there was no reason to hide any of her lovely 'private parts'.

She reluctantly agreed, and she ran completely naked to the answer the door when he rang.

Here she was standing in her full glory at the front door, to greet him. Was she panting from running down the stairs, or from mere sexual arousal? The latter seemed more likely...

She was blushing, and lowered her gaze, and I realized she was indeed thrilled by the idea of an utter submission to her husband's and the stranger's desires.

Upon entering, it took me a second or two to recognize the man, as he was formally dressed with a raincoat and umbrella, rather than in his running gear like the other night several weeks ago.

Anyway, the man looked somewhat embarrassed upon seeing my wife entirely naked, with me smiling at her side. To ensure him of my consent, I took my wife's hand in mine and helped her shake his hand.

Surprising me again, my wife, as she had done on our first encounter with the stranger in the past summer in the street, proceeded to take off the ring from her finger and handed it to me.

She clearly meant to convey she gave her full consent and was more than willing to give herself to him, and, without further talk, he hugged her tightly against his chest.

As it had rained heavily all evening, the man's raincoat was dripping, my wife shuddered slightly with the contact with cold, rough cloth when he pressed her in his arms.

The mere sight of rain drops that fell glistening onto the soft skin of her naked breast, felt particularly erotic to me: it enhanced the contrast between a dressed, 'civilized' male and my wife's utter vulnerability as a naked female.

It meant my dear wife was so overcome with lust, that she was ready to abandon the last remnants of her dignity and behave like a female mammal in heat.

She was past caring about appearances, and prepared to mate with the male stranger. I was overwhelmed by her marvelous, slutty behavior. I have never been so enthralled by her beautiful figure, she looked like the statue of a divine slut.

At that moment, she must have felt she was just a cunthole, her entire being centered around her pussy, and I felt proud of my wife's honest, frank behavior.

Eleanor then allowed the gentleman to take off his coat and we then sat down for dinner.

I sat down next to my wife, and often touched her forearm, in an effort to encourage her. Whether she needed any encouragement I am not sure...

From time to time throughout dinner, I lightly touched her upper thigh under the table and enjoyed the feel of her soft skin, not obstructed by any pubic hair. I even felt a few drops of a clear fluid, which was not sweat.

It seemed to me the tiny bud of her clitoris was already engorged.

Our guest was seated across from Eleanor and me. We learned his name was Mark. He was rather shy at first, talking briefly about the horrible weather and scary world events, but I could not miss the fact that not a minute passed before he shed furtive glances at my wife's lovely breasts that bounced slightly anytime she handed us the dishes or laughed at his jokes.

The lust in his look was clear when my wife went to the kitchen to fetch the next course and we had an opportunity to watch her endearing backside.

He and I could not miss the slight swaying of her hips with each step. Whether the slight was involuntary or deliberate, designed to enhance the arousal of her male audience, I am not sure.

After a glass of wine or two, the conversation became more tense when we touched the subject of our first encounter.

Neither Mark nor I paid much attention to the dishes we ate, as nothing of my wife's beautiful torso was hidden to us, which distracted us tremendously.

My wife seemed to greatly enjoy being the center of attention of two horny males who were clearly eager to touch her delicate skin, grope her, or even penetrate her wet pussy.

When my wife asked if we were ready for dessert, I could not resist anymore. I asked our guest whether he would rather have the first helping of my wife. Both he and my wife blushed but gratefully nodded.

So I gently my wife's to bend forward on the top of the table, and suggested she spread her legs to allow better access.

She eagerly complied, and I motioned to our guest to come to the other side of the table and admire my wife's slim waist and beautiful ass.

By that time, the man was too horny enough to speak any coherent word, and he seized my wife's buttocks in both hands, as if to weigh them.

I went around the table to adjust my camera to focus on the fascinating swinging movement of her slightly pendulous breasts, as my wife trembled in response to the gentle petting of her bottom.

Yet, as soon as Mark joined her side of the table, my wife turned around to face him, seized his face between both her hands, and kissed him vigorously on the lips.

She looked me in the eye and asked:

- Honey, may I undress the gentleman?

I nodded, and she attacked his shirt and pants with fury. Mark's penis emerged almost vertical, fully erect from his underwear, and my wife smiled softly.

As soon as he was naked, Mark seized my wife's hips, tuned her around, and caressed her soft bottom.

My wife moaned deeply when the gentleman inserted a finger between her buttocks, and reached her open pussy.

I gently seized my wife's chin in my had and asked her:

- How does it feel, honey?

- Wonderful, said she.

- Do you want to behave like a married slut?

- Oh yes! With pleasure, said she looking me in the eyes.

I was now standing on the other side of the table, across from my wife and her lover.

Having set the camera on a tripod and focused its lens on my wife's face and chest, I was looking into my wife's beautiful eyes across the table.

I asked Eleanor to bend forward on the table, and lay her elbows on the table. I seized both her forearms in mine. She did so, and I was thrilled by her complete trust. Both her hands were held by me, her loving husband, while the bottom half of her delicious body belonged to her new lover.

The stranger was now entering her eager cunt from behind, and powerfully thrusting his penis into her love canal, and my wife was moaning louder and louder.

At the same time, she kept looking me in the eyes, and I was feasting on her large green, glazed eyes and the soft swaying of her pendulous breasts.

This was true love! She was able to be penetrated by a well hung stranger in front or her husband!

My wife could not maintain her composure for long, and I realized both her thighs and legs were completely wet, as she had squirted upon penetration!

At that moment, I understood this remarkable evening would only the beginning of a wonderful new story: I was blessed with a wife who had gratefully accepted a new lover, and was enjoying it tremendously, and I was more than willing to encourage her to repeat the experience in the future.

I knew I would gladly be allowed by my sweet wife to enter her well-used cunt as soon as our guest would have left us. So I waited patiently until my wife and her lover reached a powerful, mutual orgasm.

I rejoiced in the fact my camera kept recording the event. Also, the intimate conviction that I had found a way to help my dear spouse reach a state of arousal second to none, felt me with happiness.

I only hoped that she would be happy to repeat the experience for my and her utmost delight!

(to be continued)