A short story about adult role-playing

Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by
dressing up and acting like a whore. She must have had
the whole thing planned out because she sent me to the
store for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn’t drink wine
that often so it made me just a bit suspicious when
she insisted that I buy some, but I had no idea what
she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took
about a half hour. When I returned she greeted me
looking like some hooker you’d find in an alley
somewhere.

She’d made her face up applying a very heavy pale
base. Wearing long false eye-lashes, a wide slash of
black eyeliner, two shades of bright eye shadow,
gleaming ruby red lipstick and a blonde wig that I had
never seen before, my wife stood before me sucking a
cigarette like she’d been smoking all her life dressed
in only see-through black and red bra with holes that
her nipples stuck through, and a matching pair of
crotchless panties that revealed her bush and meaty
crack. She also wore a garter belt, black fish-net
stockings and to finish off her appearance, a pair of
red high heels. She looked like something out of a
sailor’s dream.

I was speechless when I first saw her. I was
dumfounded when she fell to her knees in front of me
and unzipped my pants, taking my cock out and slowly
licking the head until it started to stiffen. She then
sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum and made loud
slurping noises while coating it with her hot saliva
and smearing her lipstick all over it. While she was
sucking my cock I took the bottle of wine out of the
bag and unscrewed the cap.

By this time she had pulled my pants down to my
ankles, and after removing my shoes she took them
completely off me. As I filled up two wine glasses she
remained kneeling between my legs, cupping my balls
and licking them until they were soaking wet. I wasn’t
quite sure what else she had in mind, but I sure as
hell loved what she’d done so far.

After standing up and accepting the wine I offered, we
clinked our glasses together in a toast. She said,
“Here’s to being your whore.” That was easy to drink
to. Then she grabbed me by my still-hard cock and led
me in to the bedroom where the lights had been dimmed
to a romantic glow. After a long wet kiss while
jerking me off to keep me hard, she sat me on the edge
of the bed, went to the stereo, put on an album,
repainted her thick lips and began to dance lewdly.

She was putting on a show for me and as I sat there
watching her move sensually to the music, cupping her
tits and squeezing them, thrusting her pussy out at me
and grinding her hips I could hardly believe that this
was my wife. The image that she was creating was
driving me crazy and hot with lust.

Every few minutes, she would bend over and kiss me,
stroking my cock again and again as a tease. I felt as
though my dick was going to explode, and I knew that
was just what she wanted. Moving away from me while
continuing to dance, she reached behind her to unsnap
the peek-a-boo bra that barely covered her tits. They
bounced into sight and she shook her shoulders from
side to side to make them wiggle.

Then, while sticking her tongue out and running it
tantalizingly across her lips, she held her tits and
pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen –
like my cock.

I wanted to grab her and fuck that hairy pussy in the
worst way, but she wasn’t done with her show yet.
Turning around so that her ass was to me, she bent
over at the waist and spread her legs wide so that her
whole pussy and asshole were plainly visible. To the
beat of the music she pumped her ass up and down,
clenching and unclenching her brown-eye, and then slid
her hand down between her legs to rub her pussy lips
so that I could see the juices gleaming on her
fingers. While continuing to stroke her crack she
turned her head toward me while licking her lips.

“This cunt is all yours tonight,” she said. “I want
you to fuck it as much as you like, any way you like.
But first I want you to shave it naked.”

That was all I could take. I leapt up, grabbed her
ass-cheeks and rammed my throbbing cock into her,
slamming it in and out until she was moaning at the
top of her lungs. The louder she moaned, the harder I
fucked her. I wasn’t fucking my wife, but some horny
slut who couldn’t get enough cock. I didn’t want to
come yet so I pulled out my cock and with one quick
loud slap on her ass I told her to get on the bed,
which she did.

I went in the bathroom and came back with my razor and
shaving cream and stripped every trace of hair off her
soaking wet cunt. She was lying there rubbing her tits
and fixing her sleazy make up and groaning like a slut
while I finished.

On all fours I knelt over her face and inserted my
slippery cock into her mouth and began to fuck her
face, just as I had done to her cunt. With my balls
slapping against her chin I continued to fill her
mouth with my pumping cock, telling her at the same
time to play with her pussy and keep it wet. With
muff- led, gurgling noises emanating from her cock-
filled mouth, she lifted both her long, sexy legs in
the air and began to rub clit and pussy until she made
herself come.

I withdrew from her mouth and positioned myself
between her legs. Guiding my cock into her gushing
naked hole, I sunk it in as far as it would go. While
she begged, “Fuck me, fuck me!”

I did exactly that until my balls exploded and fired a
stream of cum into her throbbing cunt. She came again.
At that moment we both cried out from the intense
pleasure of our orgasms, and then lay still as our
perspiration dripped on to the sheets.

We fucked two more times that night. It was a great
night of whoring and I’m waiting for the next time she
gets the urge look and act like a slut. From the way
she’s been acting, I don’t think I’ll have to wait too
long.

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