I pimped my wife 7

We were surprised that Bill stopped calling, but he did.

After a month, C was missing her extra portion.

She was wearing me out, not that I complained.

“What are you going to do about me getting extra cock and cum” she complained one day, after she’d drained me, yet again.

It was in the early days of home computers.

We’d got one. We’d found the porn channels, then the swingers online clubs.

Tentatively I researched one of these. I joined us as a couple, and very soon we were inundated with offers to join us.

We got to messaging a guy called George.

His pictures were good, a nice looking guy of about 40, more or less our age.

She loved the pictures of his cock, I got his number, after a couple of conversations a meet was arranged at an hotel, not too far away.

The plan was to meet, if the chemistry was right, we’d get a room.

C was keen for me to book a room, but I said we should wait.

The evening came. Now, as I’ve said, my wife never wore underwear, unless it was for the purpose of enticement.

So I’d bought her new silk underwear.

Soft bra, matching French nickers and suspender belt. Black seamed stockings and very high “fuck me” stiletto heeled shoes.

She spent a lot of time on her make up and hair, I lay naked, on the bed,watching her preparing herself to be fucked by a complete stranger.

I remember feeling torn between feeling how wrong it was to be encouraging her, and how unbelievably fucking sexy she looked and how hard my cock was in anticipation of what was to come.

My prick was throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

She wouldn’t let me touch her, or myself. “Save that spunk for after George has fucked me” she commanded.

She put a very flattering black silk dress over her underwear, she looked fucking fabulous, and I knew that soon the fucking would be fabulous

We drove to the hotel in silence.

7pm, we were waiting in the bar. There were a few guys, usual midweek business guys.

A big fat old bloke came over to us. “Hi, I’m George “

We looked at each other. This wasn’t the pictures we’d seen.

“I know I’m not the guy in the pictures” he said

“He was the husband of a couple I watched fucking, I’m hoping that’s what you’ll let me do”

I was speechless. C looked furious, she looked at me.

“Can I get you a drink” from George

We got up and walked out, not even talking to him.

We got in the car.

“Fucking wanker” C said.

I looked at her..

We both burst out laughing…” what a cunt” I said.

We started to drive off.

“I was so looking forward to a new cock, too” she said. “ and more cum in me”

We were passing a lay-by.

I pulled in.

She looked at me.

“Get out”… she looked confused

“I’m not wasting that underwear “

I got out too

She grinned, going to the back of the car, she pulled her skirt up, showing me her stocking tops then those sexy nickers.

I bent her over the back of the car.

My cock slid in her very wet slot, the silk rubbing the side of my prick.

As cars flashed by I fucked her hard.

The dangerousness of the situation, coupled with the earlier anticipation, made our fucking intense and highly charged.

I couldn’t hold back, and had no intention of doing so, I needed to cum.

We both came together.

She pulled her skirt back down and we drove home.

When we got in she dropped the dress round her feet.

She looked so fucking horny..I could see some cum stains on her thigh and stocking top.

She put her hand to my cock..

“Not yet, you fucking slut…we need to get back on line and get you another prick to fuck”

“Oh yes please” she purred “a nice big one with lots of spunk”

After an hour we had found Bob.

He proved his pictures were of him and current.

A date was fixed.

C, still in her new sexy underwear, had been sitting on my lap whilst we’d been arranging this, and we’d both been talking to Bob on the phone.

When it was done, she kissed me..

“Can you fuck me, again” she begged.

What could I say..

“Will you tell me what you and Bob will do to me, while you do”

So I did..

If you want to know, I’ll tell you too.

But that’s next time