Chapter 5
I don’t tell anyone where I’m going, and the weight of their stares is erotic as I grab my bag with my shampoo and towel.
The showers are deserted as I strip and get in the lukewarm water.
I wash my hair and soap my body up quickly.
Yeah, I don’t want to be in here any longer than necessary. I’ve got more men to fuck.
When I step out of the shower, another one of my husband’s friends is waiting for me.
He’s sitting on a wooden bench across the room.
I freeze as the water drips off of me, and my nipples harden in the cool air.
Shit, this is the women’s shower room. I didn’t expect one of the guys to show up.
I hope he put an out-of-order sign outside or something.
Of all my husband’s friends, Ryan is the one I know the least. He’s always the silent one at gatherings. It makes him seem mysterious, and the intensity of his gaze makes me shiver. I open my mouth to say hello to him, but he speaks first.
His voice is low pitched and commanding. “Kneel.”
Oh shit. My eyes widen and, without even thinking about it, I sink to my knees on the cement floor. He studies me for a moment and then gives a half grin. “Do you like being a whore for all these men?”
“I...yes.”
His mouth quirks up into a full smile. “You’re such a slut, you don’t even try to deny it.”
He unzips his jeans, and my heart beats faster as I watch him. His long, thick cock is fully hard when he pulls it out. I lick my lips, hoping he’ll tell me to suck it. When he starts stroking himself, I find my voice.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy being a whore.”
And it’s true. The more Joey and I journey into this hotwife lifestyle, the more I appreciate the freedom of being shared. Tonight is the culmination of all my experiences, and seeing how happy Joey looked at the campfire sealed the deal for me. He wants me to be a freeuse slut.
Ryan continues to stroke his cock slowly. “It’s hot watching you let a guy use your body however he wants.”
His words set off a fire in my belly and slickness from my pussy coats my inner thighs. Someone could walk in here at any moment and catch us. I almost want it to happen.
“Crawl to me like a good girl, and I’ll give you a treat,” Ryan orders.
I don’t hesitate and make my way across the cold cement.
I keep my eyes trained on his cock, and I swear I can see it pulsating.
The roughness under my knees is uncomfortable, and doing his bidding fulfills a need I didn’t even know I had.
I want him to control me and tell me exactly what to do.
When I reach him, I sit back on my heels.
“Now suck on it.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. He spreads his knees, and I move between them.
I lick the tip and then suck it into my mouth, moaning softly as I taste his pre-cum.
He presses my head down, and his cock slides deeper into my mouth.
My eyes drift closed as I enjoy the submission of obeying him.
His hands tangle in my wet hair, and he forces me to move up and down his shaft.
“Such a good little cocksucker. Joey didn’t tell me you were so talented with your mouth. He only said your pussy feels amazing.”
Oh fuck, Joey told them sexual things about me? I guess it makes sense if he’s offering his wife up to be fucked, but knowing he talked about my pussy is hella dirty.
Ryan hauls me off his cock, and I whimper as the saliva dripping from my mouth makes a mess on my chin. “Stroke it. I want to come on your face.”
I immediately wrap my fingers around his shaft and slowly jack him off while looking him in the eye.
He’s handsome, and his square jaw covered in stubble makes him look dangerous.
My pussy throbs and I almost wish he was going to fuck me, but it’s not often my hotwife experiences end with a facial.
I’m curious how dirty this will feel afterwards.
As the euphoria in his expression intensifies, Ryan moans and starts to fuck my hand. He’s close, and with every stroke, I imagine him exploding.
“Look at you,” Ryan pants, bumping harder into my grip. “You want me to come on you. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Yes,” I breathe out, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. As soon as I close my eyes, he comes with a loud groan. His cum explodes from his cock, spraying onto my face in ropes and splashing against my lips and tongue.
My pussy throbs with need, but this is so fucking hot I’m not going to complain about the lack of cock inside me. When he’s done, I lick my lips and use my fingers to clean up my face, sucking his cum from each digit. I finally open my eyes and look up at him.
His face softens, and he strokes my hair. “You’re such a good whore. Joey is lucky.”
I want to tell him that Joey and I both are lucky, but I stay quiet. If he wants to think Joey has the most spectacular wife in the world, who am I to argue?
He leans down and kisses my forehead before tucking his cock back in his jeans. “I’ll see you back at the campsite.”
I grin at him. “Yeah, I’m going to need to clean up again. I’ll see you in a few.”
He helps me stand up, and when he leaves, I examine my knees. They’re a little red but totally fine. I want to rinse off again, but I better make it fast before he tells the guys what I did. Someone else will get the bright idea to make me crawl on the cement.
I hop in the shower again, just long enough to clean my face and wet my hair. By the time I’m out of the shower and clothed, I’m ready to take on every cock at the campgrounds. I can lie on the picnic table while a train of men uses me.
Fuck, I need an orgasm.
As I walk back to Joey, all the guys watch me approach. Joey immediately stands up and strides over to me. His gaze burns into mine, and I can tell he knows what happened with Ryan—and he approves.
He takes my bag from me and hands it off to Miles before wrapping me up in a tight hug. “Are you still good?”
“Mmm, yes. Come to find out, you married the biggest whore ever.”
He laughs before kissing me deeply. As my tongue twines with his, my pussy protests that I still don’t have a cock in me.
When someone steps up behind me, Joey breaks off the kiss.
His smile is the last thing I see as a blindfold covers my eyes.
It’s a long scrap of fabric, and the person ties it behind my head. Ohhh, fuck yes.
Joey holds on to my hand. His voice is gruff. “Walk with me.”
I can’t see where I’m going, but Joey leads me forward and I can tell he’s opening a tent door. He releases my hand. “Duck down.”
He helps me through the tent door, and when my foot encounters something, I kneel and find out it’s an air mattress.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears as the men chat outside the tent. Joey moves his hands to the hem of my shirt and, in one swift motion, pulls it over my head, exposing my breasts to the cool air. He throws the shirt aside before sliding his hands over my sensitive nipples.
“Now for the shorts,” he says as I lie back so he can strip them off me after he removes my shoes.
He spreads my legs, and I gasp when he rubs my pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re already dripping wet.”
I rock against his hand as he caresses my clit. I’m assuming the men are going to take turns with me, but maybe Joey wants to be first. When he stops touching me, I mewl in disappointment. Shit, I guess not.
“I’m going to be close by, baby. Enjoy yourself tonight.”
I murmur, “Yes, my love,” and I can tell he gets up and leaves the tent. I tremble with desire as I wait for someone to join me, and I imagine every man getting his turn with me. It’s going to be a long night. I better get a damn orgasm out of this.
I don’t wait long before someone comes in. There’s a rustling of clothing and then whoever it is joins me on the air mattress. The man slides a finger into my pussy, and I gasp as he strokes it in and out of me. Mmmm, so good.
I spread my legs further apart and buck my hips. The man groans into my ear, “Such a good slut.”
Oooh, who is that? Shit, I don’t recognize the voice from the one line.
When he stops rubbing me, I whimper at the loss of contact, but then he positions himself between my legs.
He brushes the head of his cock against my clit, and then slides it up and down my wetness.
I moan and tilt my hips in time with his cock, enjoying the sensation and hoping I can angle myself at the perfect moment to get him to slip inside me. Oh fuck, this is so hot.
My breathing grows heavy, and my body thrums with yearning. The man brushes the tip of his cock against my clit and rubs it in slow circles. He’s teasing me, and I’m in a mental fog from the stimulation. I need him right now.
“Fuck me, please,” I gasp, hoping my pleas don’t make him stop and say I don’t get to choose tonight.
The man doesn’t respond, and I almost start begging again when he sinks inside me in one swift move.
My body tenses, and I cry out in joy as he starts fucking me.
He’s not rough or savage, and it’s perfect.
He drives into me with slow, steady strokes that make my pussy clench around him.
The ecstasy builds in my core, and I can’t hold out any longer.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” I gasp as my thighs quiver and shocks of delight rush through me as I climax. My back arches off the mattress as the man continues to fuck me through my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can’t stop.”
That’s good, because I don’t want him to stop. As the orgasm fades away, I rock my hips against him and moan, “Fill me with your cum, please.”
I still don’t know who it is, and I don’t care. My words seem to unleash his wild side. He pumps into me harder and faster, and I can hear the wet sounds of him slapping against my pussy. My brain is fuzzy, and the world disappears around us as we ride out the storm of pleasure.