Dominant Wife

I’m 33, married, no kids, nice house, 2 cars, boat, you
get the picture. I work as a paralegal and my husband
is a salesman for a construction supply company. He’s a
good man but as in a lot of marriages, the romance died
after a few years and the sex was infrequent and
unsatisfying.

Still, I never thought seriously about cheating for a
long time. Until I started going out on weekends with
some of the ladies from work. We’d go to clubs and
drink and dance with guys much younger than us. I knew
a couple of the girls would often cheat on their
husbands on these nights out, but the most I would
allow to happen would be a little grope of my ass on
the dance floor or maybe a quick little kiss.

The girls’ nights out took place about once a month,
and in retrospect I guess it was inevitable that I
would misbehave at some point. It happened on my 31st
birthday. My husband was away at a convention and had
phoned me to tell me we would celebrate my birthday
when he got home. My girlfriends had different ideas.
They took me out for dinner and then to the club. I was
wearing a cute little pleated skirt and was feeling
pretty tipsy from the wine at my birthday dinner.

After a couple more drinks at the club that little
skirt was twirling pretty good on the dance floor and
showing more than normal. Lots of handsome young men
with muscular bodies were all over me asking to dance.
One thing led to another and next thing I knew I was
giving one of them a blowjob in the back of his car. He
tried hard to get my panties off but somehow, drunk as
I was, I wasn’t ready to make that leap just yet.

When the club closed my best friend Brenda took me to her
place and I slept there. In the morning I felt
incredibly guilty but she just laughed. “Pfft!” she
said, “I’ve been cheating on Bob for years. Hey, if
our men can’t service our pussies, we have the right to
get them serviced elsewhere.”

My husband got home the following day and took me out
for a belated birthday dinner. I could barely look him
in the face, but I tried to act as if nothing had
happened. I told him the girls had taken me out for
dinner and drinks. I saw him look at me strangely a
couple of times and I wondered if he suspected. When we
got home he made passionate love to me, something that
hadn’t happened in a long time. I knew then that he did
suspect something. I made up my mind that if I went out
again with the girls that I was going to behave and not
endanger my marriage.

My intentions were good, but the road to hell is paved
with those. Not even a month later, I was back out in
the club parking lot, in the back seat of a stranger’s
car sucking cock. This time it didn’t stop there. He
was so young and hard-bodied and handsome I had to let
him kiss me and suck my nipples. His hand slid inside
my little pink panties and before I knew it they were
sliding down my legs and off.

I was past the point of no return and I let him slip in
between my thighs and shove his hard cock into my
sopping pussy. He didn’t fuck me for long, maybe a
minute, before his body went stiff and he unloaded his
cum into me. When we went back inside Brenda knew and
bought me a celebratory drink.

I didn’t know if I should be celebrating or feeling
guilty but I took the drink anyway. The young guy who
had just fucked me was pestering me for a phone number
and a date but I brushed him off. No way was I going to
start an affair. I stayed at Brenda’s place that night,
as she said it would be a mistake to risk going home
with the smell of sex on me.

When I got home the next morning (all showered and
cleaned up) my husband said little but I could see he
was shooting little glances at me when he thought I was
looking. I thought to myself “He knows!” but he didn’t
interrogate me or anything like that. As I thought back
to my back seat sex of the previous night I was very
excited and ended up locking myself in the bathroom and
fingering myself till I came.

It will come as no surprise that from that point I got
fucked by a stranger just about every night I went out.
Brenda was always there to cover for me and phone my
husband to tell him I was too drunk to drive home and
would stay at her place or some such story. Then one
night I made a mistake which turned out to be a turning
point in my life and especially in my marriage. Brenda
and her husband had gone on vacation, so there was no
chance to use her place to hide out. I went out anyway,
promising myself that there would be no hanky-panky
that night. Famous last words.

After a few drinks I was led out to the parking lot by
a young stud and thoroughly fucked in his car.
Unbeknownst to me he had arranged a little plan with
his buddy and as he had my legs over his shoulders and
his stiff cock pumping my pussy, I was aware of the
front car door opening, someone climbing in and
starting it up. I panicked and struggled to get out
from under him but he was immensely strong and I was
unable to do anything. His buddy drove for about 15
minutes or so and when I was allowed to get up I saw
that we were in a wooded area.

I started screaming at them to take me home or I would
call the cops. They laughed and said that I would suck
and fuck them both and they would drive me home. Or I
could refuse and they would dump me out of the car and
I could find my own way home. I started crying and I
begged them to take me home, that I was married and I’d
never been with 2 guys at once before.

The guy who had already fucked me just put his arm
around me and started feeling my tits and playing with
my pussy which was still dripping wet and starting to
ooze his cum. The horniness and the helplessness took
over and I let him push my head down to his now soft
cock. It wasn’t long before I felt him stiffen up
again. He pulled out of my mouth and nodded his head to
the other guy who was watching us from the front seat.
We all got out of the car and they took my clothes off.

I was made to get down on the grass on all fours. One
lay on his back in front of me and motioned me to take
his cock in my mouth. I felt the other one position
himself behind me and poke the head of his cock into my
waiting pussy. Then he slammed it all the way in, in
one stroke. He pounded me so hard it was difficult to
keep sucking his friend. Eventually I felt him shoot
his hot cum into me and they stopped for a smoke.

I pleaded to be taken home but they laughed again and
shook their heads. When they were done smoking, I was
forced down on my knees again and they switched
positions. This time I received a load of cum in my
mouth as well as my pussy. I was ordered to swallow it,
something I had never ever done. I gagged and retched
but managed to get it down. At that point I was allowed
to get dressed except for my panties which they said
was their fare for being my taxi home.

Once again I pleaded to no avail.

I was driven home with no panties and with cum oozing
out of my pussy onto my skirt. To my horror I saw that
the clock in the car said 3:20 a.m. They drove me to my
street and let me out a few doors down from my house. I
went to my front door with the most horrible sinking
feeling in my gut. Then I thought that the lateness
might save me that my husband would be asleep and I
could sneak in and get cleaned up and concoct some
story about why I was late. It was not to be.

He was sitting on the stairs waiting for me. I looked
at him and knew that he knew and I burst into tears. I
figured my marriage was over. To my shock he got up and
walked over to me and put his arm around me and started
to lead me upstairs. I started to blurt put my cover
story but he quickly pressed his finger to my lips.

At the top of the stairs he suddenly swept me off my
feet and carried me to the bedroom. I was thrown onto
the bed and he undressed me. As he moved to my skirt I
tried to stop him before he saw I had no panties but he
wouldn’t be stopped. He unzipped the skirt and pulled
it down. He didn’t show any surprise at the absence of
the little white panties I had left home with earlier.
Instead he shocked me by diving in between my thighs
and beginning to tongue my well-fucked pussy.

I felt a combination of shame, guilt and embarrassment,
and tried to pull away but he was relentless. I began
to get turned on and the tongue worked its magic, now
on the clit and now on the lips, now darting in and out
of my pussy, then back to the clit. I knew he must be
tasting the 3 loads of cum deposited there during the
night but my need to get fucked one more time overcame
the guilt and I begged him to take me.

He obliged and I saw his body glisten with sweat as he
pounded my ravaged cunt. I pulled his face down and
kissed him and told him I loved him as I came
violently. Somewhere during our lovemaking I realised
he had known all along and he didn’t mind, in fact he
wanted me to cheat.

Life had taken a major turn. In the morning we found it
difficult to look at each other but when our eyes did
meet, I saw something in his eyes that told me I was in
charge now. It was obvious he didn’t feel at ease
talking about my infidelity, but that he could live
with it and in fact desired it. The dominant female in
me stirred and came to life.


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