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  Bringing Home Another Man

  I nestled closer to my husband as I pulled up the website for the online dating platform I had signed up for, at his request. "I played around with my profile and put up some pics from the last shoot we did with Mikaela, and you wouldn't believe it but I'm already getting a ton of hits."

  "Oh, I believe it." His strong arms slid around my waist, supporting me from behind. "I can't wait to see these guys that are checking out my beautiful wife."

  Over one month ago, my husband and I had taken the incredible step of opening up our relationship -- well, sort of. In truth my husband Brad had admitted to me that he wanted me to cheat on him with other guys. Yup, he wanted me to go out and get royally fucked by some smoking Navy hottie, then come home and tell him who did what to who, just as if we were back in the sorority bragging over breakfast.

  It took me a while to get used to the idea. You could say I wasn't thrilled. Matter of fact, I wondered if he wanted me to cheat on him so that he could ease his guilt over cheating on me with some winsome Chinese beauty queen on all those overseas business trips. However, since then we'd talked about it a lot, I came to see this was a huge turn on for him, and when we started having super hot sex after talking about it, well I guess my body talked me into it.

  Then there was my first guy. Marcus. He was a dreamboat with amazing muscles and a huge black cock. I exceeded my boundaries with him but the whole experience was so thrilling and my man was so happy to see me trying the cuck life and loving it that he forgave me.

  There had been a couple other guys after Marcus, but they were always anonymous one-night stands where we had sex in a hotel room or once in the back of our limo. The driver got a good tip that night! Well, this time we were finally taking the plunge to find me a guy I could invite over, who I could fuck while Brad was in the other room watching the whole thing go down on a private cam.

  We decided to do it on the up and up through a kinky dating website, so the guy would know what he was getting into, or who he was getting into, haha. On Brad's last trip, I'd done a lingerie photo shoot and then created a profile for myself on FetWorld. I'd even been messaging with a few guys but none had quite the package I wanted until Lars sent me a message.

  I couldn't help but notice he'd written back to me when I signed into my profile. I showed my husband my naughty photos and my flirty profile but I could not take my eye off the blinking light at the top of the screen. What did Lars want? Was it finally a date?

  Lars was a real Nordic ski god, and he was in town to give private lessons at a tony ski club. He wasn't going to stick around long, but he definitely wanted to have fun while he was in the States and he was totally into being watched. He said he didn't care who his audience was, so turning on my cuckold husband would be no problem for him. He just liked to know that others were getting titillated by his titty-sucking, ass grabbing moves. And he especially loved being with women who took charge, though of course he was more than happy to throw me around if that was my thing....

  Diving into this whole world of kink had really blown my mind. I didn't know what "my thing" was, if I had just one thing. I loved pleasing my man. I loved the way he fucked me with such raw intensity after I described being with another guy. But I also loved the experience of sleeping with someone new after five years of marriage.

  "And here's my new prospect," I said, clicking on Lars's message at last.

  It was an invite. The country club was hosting a fundraising gala, which I already knew about it because we'd bought tickets. Lars was inviting me to go. "You should go with him," Brad said. "He's hot." From the dip in his voice, I knew Brad was getting hot.

  "But I’m already going with you."

  "Well, dance with him. Where I can see you. Then, maybe, at the end of the night, he takes you home and I'm waiting."

  A cuckold double-date? I intended to message Lars back, explaining the possibility, but Brad drew my hand to his hard cock. Every time we talked about cuck stuff, he got so horny and distracted! I slid on his lap and tugged at the buttons on his pants. I was so turned on that I didn't need any foreplay. I held his cock in my hands, savoring its familiar feel. I bent to lick the tip of precum off his penis, giving him a little oral satisfaction, before positioning him at just the right angle. I loved being on top of him, where he hit all the curves of my soft folds in just the right way. We took it slow, as I rocked back and forth on top of him, feeling his dick hit everything in me. When he got close, I pulled out and let him come all over my breasts, one of his favorites.

  As I hit the shower, I called out. "You set up a date with Lars. You have my permission, honey." He looked nervous, so I changed my tone into a sultry roar. "You want me to fuck him, it's on you to set up the date." Then I stalked off to the shower. Maybe control was my thing.

  That week, I firmed up the plan with Lars while my husband took me shopping for a stunning backless sheath dress in platinum. The dress picked up the red toned in my hair and flattered my olive skin. When I came out of the dressing room o get his opinion, he swallowed with desire. "I want to fuck you in the dressing room," he growled into my hair, holding me close.

  "Mmmh? Well, why don't you help me out of this dress? I can't quite get the zipper."

  I entered the dressing room hiding my grin. Since we started exploring the world of cuckolding together we had been having more frequent, more passionate and more daring sex than ever. It reminded me of when we first got together and my husband was working long overseas trips trying to climb the corporate ladder at his uncle's business. He'd be gone for a month, then he'd be back and we'd go at it all night long.

  He unzipped the dress and kissed the back of my neck. His touch burned my skin with desire as his hands cupped my breasts. He murmured something into the nape of my neck, his facial hair tickling the tender skin behind my ear. I turned around and placed my hands on his shoulders. He looked at me, a question in his eyes.

  "I want you to go down on me," I whispered.

  His eyes glazes with desire as he bent to his knees. He slid my black lace underwear down and parted my legs, playing with my soft folds. "You're so wet," he whispered, spreading my fluid.

  He bent his head to my folds and licked gently, craning his head to get more of me in his mouth. I groped for the wall behind me to balance myself, then spread my legs wider so Brad could have better access.

  He found a rhythm and started eagerly rocking me into me, slurping at my fluid. His lips gently sucked my clit. My body strained toward him, rocking to meet him. As I brought my hands to my breasts and pinched my nipples, I heard the sound of high heels clacking on the wood floor. "How we doing in there?" said the sales clerk.

  Brad pulled back slightly and looked up at me. "Don't make me stop," he begged.

  "Oh, I'm fine," I called out, reflexively covering my breasts with a hand. "Just trying to decide between the grey dress and a blue one."

  "Alrighty then. Let me know if there's anything I can get you."

  It felt like an hour until she walked back down the hall. My body was still wet and hot, and I decided to risk it. I pushed Brad's head back into my pussy. "Finish me off," I whispered, closing my eyes and paying attention to how every single lick and suck send tremors deep into my body. Minutes later, I was rocking back and forth on Brad's lips, gasping for breath as I had a long, powerful orgasm.

  Brad helped me get ready for the party, too. By that I mean that we took a shower first, and we had sex in the shower -- I let him take me from behind while he narrated the things that he hoped Lars and I would do later that night. "It's really my decision, sweetie," I reminded him.

  "I know, I'm just so excited," he whined, playing with my titties.

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sp; I slapped his hand away playfully. "We have got to get ready. I don't want to be late and give Lars any excuse to back out."

  We went over the plan while we drove to the country club. Lars and I were to meet on the patio for a cocktail at 7:30. My husband would be socializing with the guys on the patio, in full view of the two of us. The cover for our friends was that Lars and I were discussing ski lessons because I wanted to get back into ski racing. Then, we would sit down for dinner. During the dancing, Lars would cut in to continue our talk about skiing. My husband and I would start saying our goodbyes around 9 then leave together, giving my husband plenty of time to make sure the video was working. Somewhere around 9:30, Lars would excuse himself from the room and drive over to our place, where I would be waiting with a nightcap and a wet pussy, ready to take our cuckold experiment to the next level. I had full permission to do anything I wanted with Lars and that thought thrilled me. I hoped to talk through it on the patio, playing with the public setting to find a way to figure out what Lars wanted from me and how to give it to him while getting the most pleasure from the evening.

  I stood on the patio with a glass of white wine in my hands. I was nervous and excited, and the wine was taking the edge off. "Nice night, eh?" said a voice with a crisp accent. I turned. It was Lars, and he was even more jaw-droppingly hot in person. Lars had chiseled cheekbones, sandy blonde hair, and strong features. He wore a slate blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a playful yellow bow tie.

  "It is now." I batted my eyes at him as a slow smile spread over my lips. Desire shot through me. I hoped that he was as happy to see me in person as I was to meet him. "You still up for this?"

  "Oh yeah." He patted his suit pocket. "I came prepared. With rubbers."

  "Great." I laid a hand on his arm and glanced around the patio. No one was paying attention to my flirtation. That is, no one except Brad, whose eyes were locked on us. I winked, then turned my attention back to Lars, chatting about his time in America. His accent was strong, but he spoke English very well and he had an impressive vocabulary – for a ski bum. I could not wait to see what it was like to have him throw me around changing positions in the bedroom.

  I couldn't tell you what we had for dinner. I spent the whole night in an erotic haze. At one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom simply to wipe up all of the juices that had soaked through my panties. I considered giving myself a quickie in the bathroom but decided it would be more hot to deny myself the pleasure so I could come all the harder with Lars… and then with Brad.

  On the dance floor, I pressed into Brad, whispering in his ear all of the things Lars and I had talked about doing together. You could say Brad responded…I felt his hard cock pressing into me.

  It was a miracle we lasted until 9. I kept sneaking glances at Lars, who was chatting up a recently divorced socialite—not that I cared, we certainly weren’t exclusive fuck buddies. And Brad kept slipping his hand up the slit in my dress, striking my inner thighs, keeping me perfectly balanced on the edge of pleasure.

  We practically sprinted toward the exit at nine, delivering the briefest of goodbyes to our dear friends. I begged off with a headache, and the blush of erotic desire on my cheeks must have looked convincingly like I was coming down with something, because they let us go.

  While Brad set up his camera, I took a few sips of wine to calm my nerves. The bedroom was ready. Brad was ready. I was more than ready. The doorbell rang at 9:30 precisely, which suggested Lars was equally turned on.

  I opened the door, still wearing my party dress. I reached for his hand and gave a polite hug. Simply having him here in my living room where I could openly touch him felt thrilling. He kissed one cheek, then the other, then my lips. I almost swooned in his arm.

  “Follow me. Care for a drink?”

  “Water, please.”

  I poured him a glass of water and set his coat on the rack, feeling his eyes on me. I held it together down the hall just in case the driver was onsite. When we entered the bedroom I trembled with desire. “Take me. Now.” I pulled my dress over my head, not caring whether the fabric ripped (it didn’t). I felt chilled in my black lace bra and panty set, even though the room was warm. This felt different than it had been letting Marcus take my cuckold virginity in the alley. Knowing that Brad was watching me throw myself at the hot ski instructor made it so much more dirty. And that made me dripping wet.

  “Is he watching?” Lars asked.

  “Yeah. So are you gonna show him how amazing you are in bed?”

  Lars’s answer was to cross the room and pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked with me over to the bed, then threw me down on the bed. The fall took my breath away.

  “You’re lucky this is so soft.”

  “Oh really?” His lip curled in a sneer. He was showing me his power. I leaned forward and undid his belt, my hands trembling with desire. Lars shed his clothing quickly and joined me on the bed in his underwear. I could see the shape of his cock pressing firm at the fabric. I lunched to remove it but he pushed me back on the bed. “Turn around. I want to take you from behind.”

  I turned over on the bed. His tone was so controlling. It wasn’t what I had expected. But my pussy was throbbing with a need to be filled and I had been dreaming of this for weeks. I decided to play along with his roughness.

  “You can have your way with me. Please. I need it bad,” I said. I wondered what Brad was making of this.

  “You dirty slut.” He smacked my ass with a bare palm. It took my by surprise and I lurched forward. Before I could complain he smoothed his tongue over the skin and added, “But I like you that way.”

  I could feel the tip of his penis poking me. I strained back, hoping he could see how wet with desire I was. “Put it in,” I begged.

  I could feel him positioning himself for entry. I cast my eyes toward the hidden camera and blew a kiss, hoping Brad was stroking himself over this. As I did, Lars entered me and took my breath away with the force of his stroke. It was deep and hard…. And it hit all the right spots! I moaned delirious with pleasure as he filled me, going deep before drawing out. I pushed against his cock needing every inch in me. We got a fast rhythm going and I was on the verge of coming when he pulled out.

  “Sit on my cock, slut. I want to see your titties bounce.”

  Ha, that was my favorite way to get off. We shifted positions quickly and I guided him inside me, rocking side to side to feel him. Despite his naughty language now I was the one in control of the fuck. I moved fast, feeling my ass slap against him. I gave into my animalistic moans crying out as I came, and then I rocked slowly into him pushing him over the edge. Watching Lars climax beneath me gave me a second orgasm.

  “I want him to watch me fuck you,” Lars begged delirious with pleasure.

  Brad came out of the back room, visibly hard. The sight of his stiff dick turned Lars hard again and he sneered at me. “Ladies’ choice. How would you like to ride?”

  I chose the reverse cowgirl, mounting him facing Brad. This time I could watch Brad stroke himself as I bobbed up and down on Lars’ hard dick. Watching my husband take it all in, and seeing the intense pleasure on his face as I started to moan from the excitement of my third orgasm made the ride all the more amazing. I may have been riding Lars but it felt like I was fucking my husband.

  After I came a third time, I slid off Lars. I was spent from having three orgasms and spending the entire night turned on and soaking wet. Seeing Lars was still hard, I took him in my mouth. I worked his shaft with my mouth, taking him deep into my mouth and playing with his balls until he came all over my titties and sank down on the bed in a state of relief.

  He eyed Brad. “What’d you think, mate? Could we do that again?”

  Brad cast his eye toward my naked body. “I’m game if you are, honey.”

 

 

  Madison Starr, Bringing Home Another Man

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