Summary:
Lisa returns home after a long day and prepares an intimate surprise for her husband Josh. She dresses in a revealing outfit and waits on the couch for him to arrive. When the door opens, she realizes Josh is not alone—his friend Paul has come inside with him. Startled and embarrassed, Lisa runs to the bedroom. Josh follows, and the two talk through the unexpected situation before reconnecting physically while Paul waits in the other room.
Here is your Story: Wife Caught Naked by Husband’s Friend
Lisa had driven home from the adult store in a daze. Her body worked the car’s controls on virtual autopilot through the pouring rain. So much had happened that day already. Her mind and body both were trying to process it. Two different men’s thick cocks had been inside her today, stretching her insides and mouth, and she was sore. Even her throat was a little sore. On top of that, her ass was sore from the relentless assault of the device she reviewed. Thoughts tried to form in her head but dissolved like powder in water, still there but unable to form into a shape. It wasn’t until she parked in front of the house that her mind started to work again and the mix of feelings started to swell within her.
She robotically gathered her purchases and left the car. She barely registered the driving rain re-soaking her. She merely walked to the front door and unlocked it. She pushed the door open and just stood in the tiny foyer, dripping onto the tile floor and soaking the small rug. She closed the door and set her keys and phone down on the nearby shelf along with the two hundred fifty dollars in cash she had earned today. Her feet slid out of her running shoes. Her hands moved of their own accord, taking off her wet shirt and bra and dropping them to the floor. Then she pushed her panties and shorts down to join the rest of the sodden clothing. Her naked body stepped onto the carpet, leaving wet footprints until she made it into the bathroom.
Shower Reflections
Once inside, she started the shower, getting the water hot, and stepped in. The warmth enveloped her. Wrapped in the warmth and normalcy of her surroundings, Lisa could finally relax. The day thus far had been surreal. Although she felt like she should be upset, it was difficult to feel that way. Lisa the good wife told her she had cheated on Josh and should be ashamed of herself, while Lisa the sex store whore told her she enjoyed every moment a new cock was introduced to her and she’d never stop. Lisa believed there was a middle ground where the new experiences would merely serve to enhance her relationship with Josh. She had learned new things about herself today that would serve to bring them even closer while also bringing new energy into their bed.
Now that she’d not only given permission but demanded that Josh shove his giant cock into another woman’s throat, their sex life would never be the same. She wasn’t so naive that she couldn’t tell where this was heading. Even if group sex with Beth and Paul didn’t pan out, she was sure it would happen eventually now. She had more than one girlfriend that looked at Josh like he was a rabbit and she a hungry wolf. They’d probably agree to join in before Lisa got the question out of her mouth. So the day’s events started to reframe in her head and she felt it wasn’t so much cheating as practicing. These strange men were hers to use as she pleased, and as long as she was careful and in control, she’d enjoy herself along the way. Eventually, when they got more adventurous, she’d even bring Josh along to watch and maybe participate. That thought surprised her. Had she already decided to go back? Perhaps on a Tuesday? She began to wonder what happened then. Dave had said it was more crowded, but there was only so much room in the cramped booths. Maybe she’d pick a different day to ease into such a thing.
Still, her imagination was doing a great job at exciting her, and she started to rub her nipples and caress her pussy lips. Soon she was frantically pumping three fingers into her needful pussy. She came, moaning loudly and screaming, “Yes! Yes! Fuck that wet cunt you dirty slut!” The freedom to be as loud as she wanted and express her dirty thoughts out loud was amazing. It made her feel powerful and in control. Before, she had always tried to check her impulse to be loud or scream out of concern for being heard by neighbors or upsetting Josh, but no more. If the neighbors didn’t like it, they could shut the fuck up, feel free to listen in and masturbate, or even join in. At least the husband next door on the one side wasn’t bad to look at. If Josh didn’t like it, he could shut her up by stuffing his cock into her mouth.
As pleasant as all her daydreaming was, she still had stuff to do, so she reluctantly started to thoroughly clean every inch of herself. She eventually finished and dried off. Josh usually got home around five, so she had about two hours to execute her plan. First she cleaned up around the house. She intentionally did so naked because it made her feel naughty. Feeling naughty made her feel other things, and she wanted to be riled up when Josh got home. She remembered thinking to herself that he’d get no respite tonight from her need, and she renewed that promise to herself. If he had to go anywhere beside their bed tonight, he would be carrying her with his cock impaling one of her various holes.
Right around four thirty, she started getting dressed in her new outfit. At first she had only held the little blue bows up to her nipples to see how they looked, but now she realized she made an assumption about how they worked. She expected something of a pastie, using adhesive to attach, but the bows were not used that way. They seemed to attach like a clothespin with a little knob that adjusted the pressure used. She clipped one onto her nipple and immediately regretted it as the sharp pain made her yelp. After rubbing her sore nipple, she tried again, this time turning the knob until it was using the least amount of pressure. That didn’t work either, and it fell off right away. So through trial and error she eventually found the balance between staying on and not making herself wince with every step. She had to admit, after wearing them for about ten minutes, she was starting to appreciate the appeal. Every time her boob moved, a tiny amount of pressure would be applied, and while it was a bit painful, she would also feel the tingle of pleasure radiating outward from her nipple. It also seemed to increase the sensitivity around the nipple. When she grazed her finger across the area, she shivered at the increased feedback. She hopped a little in the bathroom mirror, and the shock of both her clamped nipples sending signals together made her gasp. She started to feel the sensation of her pussy lips moistening. She didn’t want to start masturbating, so she carefully got the rest of the outfit on with a minimum of bouncing.
When she was done, she evaluated her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Daaaaaayaaam girl, you are fucking hot!” she exclaimed to herself. Her hair was back to its normal cute pixie, and she was proud of her makeup job. Her cheeks were rouged with a darker pink than she would have worn out on a date, but perfect for hollowing out her cheeks and sucking a dick. She used eye shadow that was a gradient blue to match the outfit, and it had an almost shiny glittery look to it along with dark eyeliner. She topped it off with a glossy berry-colored lipstick. She looked gorgeous and hot, and Josh was going to lose his fucking mind. Judging by the still torrential rain, he’d do as she did and come in the front door. He’d be wet, but that didn’t matter. So was she, in anticipation. She lit some candles and made sure the bottle of lube was nearby. She was prepared for wherever he wanted to put his long dick. She put on a pair of black stiletto heels and positioned herself strategically on the living room couch. She’d be the first thing he saw when he walked in. He’d tear his clothes off and proceed to fuck her right there. She leaned against the couch’s armrest and put her left heeled foot onto the couch with her knee bent. Her right was on the carpet, making her legs spread lewdly. Then she rested her right hand near her crotch with her left arm draped across the back of the couch. She was ready.
Unexpected Guests
He was a bit later than his usual five o’clock, but Lisa distracted herself by grazing her finger along her outer pussy lips to provide continuous sensation to make sure she was ready for Josh to bury his big cock into her dirty snatch as soon as she could get her hands on it. It was still storming outside, and at around five ten she began to worry. She thought about getting her phone to call him, but she figured it was just taking longer to get home. However, the shine of headlights through the windows and the silhouette of a pickup truck through the pouring rain allayed her worry. Josh was home. Lisa’s excitement spiked along with the increased pressure from the nipple clamps. She hadn’t accounted for the pressure of her nipples hardening and how it might affect the tension. The increased pressure was painful yet tolerable, but it was also sending an increased amount of pleasure shooting into her body from the aching nubbins. It was driving her wild. Per her plan, she turned her head to the right so her neck was offered toward the door along with the rest of her. Her hand was lazily stroking her pussy through the tiny transparent blue triangle. With her neck turned that way, she wasn’t looking at the door when it burst open, but it didn’t matter. There was no way she wouldn’t have Josh’s attention. She spoke. “Hey Tiger, you hungry?”
Paul was in shock. He was the first one through the door, and he imagined meeting a woman who was Josh’s match, probably in good looks and with a great body, but the person he saw before him was beyond all his expectations and imaginations. A goddess lounged on the couch before him, and she apparently was the goddess of lust. She had short blonde hair styled in a pixie cut with playful blue eyes. She had a cute button nose and a mouth with perfect lips. Her long neck was presented to them as if she was a damsel being offered to a vampire, but it was her tits that drew Paul’s attention most. She wore an outfit of what looked like black straps that hugged her luscious form around her thighs, waist, chest, and neck, and they also accentuated her beautiful breasts by wrapping their base. Her breasts were exposed, and only her nipples were covered by little blue bows. More matching bows were attached to other places on the outfit. As Paul’s eyes moved down, they traveled past her flat stomach to her hand, which was lazily stroking her hairless pussy through a tiny transparent blue triangle of fabric. Further down, he saw well-muscled thighs built for running and beautiful strong calves ending in what could only be called black fuck-me heels. With the way she had positioned her legs, everything was on display, and while his mind evaluated, his blood was racing to his cock in tandem, and he was instantly hard, tenting his wet shorts. He hadn’t even noticed Josh coming in behind him and bumping into him. He was transfixed by the vision before him. Through the shock, his brain tried to respond to the question and settled on his default mode of snark. “I wasn’t, but I am now.”
The response pleased Lisa, and she started to turn her head to the door to summon Josh’s cock to ravage her. At the same time, her brain was trying to urgently tell her something. It was saying things like “That doesn’t sound like Josh” and “Why did she hear the door open twice?” As her eyes finally took in the two visitors in the foyer, she realized that Josh was indeed home, but he wasn’t alone. A very wet man stood next to him. The man was shorter than Josh by a couple inches and had black hair, green eyes, and a well-proportioned nose and mouth. He wore a stunned expression and was staring at her sexy body. He was pretty handsome and well built, but not Josh built. The one thing that was similar to Josh was that they both had apparent raging hard-ons. The stranger’s was more apparent because of the lack of constraining clothing. As Lisa evaluated the two men before her, a rising horror built up in her mind, and she lost her senses. Her body went into fight or flight and chose flight. She screamed, launched herself off the couch, and ran to their bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
“Fuck me,” came from Josh as they stood there in shock, and Paul was nodding in agreement. “JOSH! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!” came the scream through the back bedroom door. “I’m a dead man. I should have texted her,” Josh said to no one, wiping water from his face. He turned to Paul and repeated his assertion. “I’m a dead man,” and all Paul could do was nod his agreement. While Josh was trying to get his boots off, Paul finally had the wherewithal to ask, “Soooo, that was…” Josh finally got his boots and socks off and took off toward their bedroom, saying, “Yeah, that was Lisa. So dead.” Josh knocked lightly at the bedroom door and said, “It’s me honey. I’m alone,” and slowly entered, closing the door behind him. Lisa had gone to stand on the other side of the bed pacing, but when Josh came in, she stomped over to him, and in her haste, her tits were bouncing, and he could see Lisa wincing with every step. She had not covered herself, and seeing her in that outrageously sexy outfit did nothing to calm his cock down. It was still painfully hard. When Lisa made it over to him, she smacked him hard on the chest, and the angry whispers began immediately. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? You KNEW I’d be waiting for you when you came home today. Who is that, why did you bring him home, and why the fuck is he standing in my living room with a hard-on?” Lisa had realized slapping Josh caused a splash of water to spray her in the face, so her pragmatic brain decided he needed to be out of those clothes, lest he catch a cold or worse. She started to undress him. Josh was getting so many mixed signals he didn’t know which question to answer or how, so he started with the easy one. “That’s Paul. My truck slid off the road shortly after I left, and he drove me home,” he started as Lisa was pulling his shirt over his head. She started to unfasten his pants, and he continued. “I told him I didn’t think you’d mind if he waited out the storm here. It’s only supposed to be a few more hours.” Lisa could have screamed. When she looked out the window, she just assumed the vehicle was Josh’s pickup. Paul must have one too. Lisa finished and got her fingers under the waistline of his briefs and roughly pulled down, earning a grunt from the big galoot as the clothes were sticking to him. She pulled his legs out, picked up his clothes, walked to the door of the attached bath, and unceremoniously chucked them inside the tub. As she turned and walked back, Josh was smiling at her, and Lisa glared at him. He couldn’t help it though. He said, “As to why he’s standing there with a hard-on…” and he gestured to, well, all of her, and then back to his own immense hard-on. Lisa looked down at herself and then back at Josh. Then she covered her eyes with a hand and started shaking. It looked like maybe she had started crying, and Josh thought, “Yep. So very, very, dead.” That was when he heard the snort. You could tell when Lisa thought something was really funny because she’d let out periodic cute snorts that just made her laugh more, and Josh finally picked up that she was laughing, and the infectious sound made him smile broadly. Her almost naked boobs were shaking, and Lisa pulled an arm over them to keep them steady as she approached him. She pushed him hard, and he fell back onto the bed, his pole at full staff. Lisa crawled on top of him, moved the tiny triangle of fabric covering her cunt aside, and swallowed the wooden sword to its hilt, burying it into her well-moistened insides. As she rocked slowly, letting Josh’s snake explore her insides from bottom to top, she said, “I promised myself that when you got home, your cock was going to live in my dirty cunt until I was done with you. You better start fucking me you jerk. You owe me.” Josh thought Lisa had never been good at dirty talk because the things she said didn’t match her tone. They were either unsure or tentative. This version of Lisa was confident and commanding. She was in control, and Josh loved it, and he started pumping hard and fast from below. Looking up, the bows on her tits was fun, but he also wanted to feel her breasts like normal, so he reached up to remove them. Lisa stopped him, saying, “No. Leave them on. I like how they feel. Just touch me around them.” So Josh started to lightly squeeze and stroke her breasts. Lisa’s body was already getting great stimulation from the familiar cock that knew all the right places inside her, but when the flood of sensation from her already sensitive tits hit her, Lisa lost control. She screamed. “Fuck Josh! Oh my god! Hrmmmmgh.” The orgasm was intense, and she instinctively flexed her pelvic muscles hard, squeezing Josh’s cock like a vise, causing it to react in kind. Lisa felt Josh’s cock inside her swell and pulse, and she felt his hot cum spraying her cervical walls. With each pulse, he emptied more and more of his seed within her until he finally ran out. Josh lay panting, and Lisa bent forward to feel his body against hers, and she hugged him hard while his cock slowly moved in and out of her newly slickened insides. After everything that happened to Lisa today, this felt so right. Josh hugged her back and let his big hands roam up and down her back, sometimes caressing her ass. He whispered, “I’m so sorry. I should have texted. With everything going on, I… I just forgot.” They kissed for a while until Josh felt Lisa’s lips widening into a smile. Something was funny, and he wasn’t getting it, so he asked, “What’s so funny?” Lisa bolted upright, and Josh gasped at the unexpected pleasure shooting through his over-sensitive cock head. Lisa said, “Oh! Sorry.” And she adjusted so his cock was at a better angle to continue to slowly caress her insides, and she continued, stabilizing her bouncing breasts. “Don’t you see? This all started because they were fucking to tease you. Now, not only have I left Paul with a raging hard-on, but he had to listen to us fucking. It’s so great.” And she started to giggle again. It was infectious because soon they were both giggling together, not caring if they made noise. That eventually led to more kissing. Kissing led to more heavy petting, and then Josh was hard inside her again, and Lisa growled in Josh’s ear. “Fuck me rough, Tiger. Jam that cock inside me until my cervix cries for mercy. Make me moan, and cry, and scream. I want you to make sure Paul cums in his pants from hearing us.” Josh didn’t know where all this dirty talk came from, but damn was it ever hot. He pulled out of Lisa suddenly, causing her to cry out, and he picked her up and flipped her onto her stomach roughly. Lisa landed with a grunt, but she was instantly on board. Then he put his big hands on her hips and lifted her ass into the air, shouting, “You like showing yourself off to strange men, whore? This is what you get.” He lined up his cock in her sopping wet cunt and buried it, roaring. Lisa screamed again, and the “strange men” comment tickled her brain. The feeling of Josh suddenly thrusting into her superimposed with her memories of the anonymous men in the sex booth and how the third cock similarly buried into her and made her cum. The bows being pulled down by gravity had also increased their effects. Her building orgasm skipped a few steps, and she was struck with another intense climax, and loud moans turned to loud screaming. “YES JOSH! FUCK ME! I’M YOUR DIRTY WHORE!” Josh was lost in the role play as well and came hard. After he was done spewing another load deep into her depths, he pulled Lisa up until she was sitting on her haunches and her back was pressed into his chest. He spread her knee outward easily, exposing her. Then he jammed two meaty fingers up into her wet cunt and pumped a few times. Lisa cried out, and Josh withdrew the fingers, now coated with their combined juices.
