by Eliza Fisher
My name is Louisa and this is my story. If you saw me in the street, I don’t think you’d look twice. If you bumped my trolley in the supermarket, or found me in the PTA making posters for the monthly bake-sale you’d never guess my secret. If you met me at a dinner party with my husband Frank, you’d probably write us off as domestic. Suburban. Louisa and Frank, Frank and Louisa. Housewife and Regional Sales Manager. And you’d be quite right, of course - we are really not exceptional people. Except now we have a secret that marks us out from most - a delicious, filthy secret that keeps me like a bitch in heat for my husband. I am a bad wife - or a good wife, depending on who you ask. I fucked strangers for my husband last week and he loved it. I loved it too. This is what happened:
It was our 17th wedding anniversary last month. 17 years, can you believe it? Time flies when you’re having fun they say, and I guess they’re right. Frank and I are happy. We have a lovely son, a nice house, good friends, and holidays in the sun twice a year. Life is good for us. I know my husband loves me and the sex, well, that’s always been very good. I’m lucky. My husband has always put my pleasure first and I suppose we’ve both been blessed with a healthy and slightly kinky imagination. And he really fancies me, that’s key to all of this. I make him as hard as I did all those years ago when we got married, and I get excited when I think about him. He travels away a bit, which helps keep it hot if you ask me, but every night he’s home, he fucks me. Properly. I’ve never refused him anything in bed since we got married, and he has never denied me either - in fact, he’s very interested in my pleasure and fulfilment. Old married couples will tell you the secret of longevity in marriage is not to go bed on an argument, and I agree - it’s not that we don’t argue sometimes, of course we do, but we know the value of make-up sex in getting a good night’s sleep, let’s put it that way. Like I said, I’m lucky, I know it.
So anyway, we decided to have a weekend away to celebrate our anniversary. I love going away with Frank - it gives us a chance to spend time together as adults, and you what that entails don’t you? A chance to do all the things we wouldn’t do with the sprog around - whether that’s roll in at three after dancing the night away, the odd spot of recreational drug taking (I know - Shhhhhh) or the chance to unleash a bit of creativity in the bedroom without worrying about the noise or being walked into doing something unwholesome.
Frank had booked us an incredibly nice hotel (he knows how I love luxurious hotels) and we drove down on the Friday night after he had finished work and granny had arrived to look after the kid. I was wearing one of his favourite outfits on me, a pink woollen minidress and my best suede knee length boots. He calls it my hooker dress; it isn’t that short actually, but he knows men really look at me when I wear it and he loves it when that happens. He’s not a jealous man, quite the opposite actually, as you’ll soon find out. I never wear knickers under this dress, it makes me giggle to think if only these naughty men knew there was nothing underneath when they look at me in it. As we drove through the Wiltshire countryside, Frank made me pull the dress up right to the top of my thighs, so he could see my freshly shaved pussy. This made me incredibly horny; I mean, you can imagine, right? He kept reaching over to stroke my thigh; something he will often do when we’re in the car, but it has a certain special effect when you’re so exposed and vulnerable. I kept my hand on his cock of course, I love his cock. When we get stuck in traffic, life can get particularly interesting for us.
So I’m sure you can appreciate when we finally reached the country house hotel, I was more than ready for him. We checked in, giggling like teenagers as we anticipated the evening ahead of us and when we got into the lift, heading up to our room, he stood behind me and put his fingers into my pussy, making me feel like I was going to come there and then, that’s how wound up I was. Well, we made it into the room, just, and Frank immediately pushed me over the broad oak dressing table (the perfect height) and pushed up my dress, leaving me exposed from the waist down. He gave my bum a few hard spanks then, which made me feel incredibly hot, and then he unzipped his fly and pulled out his beautiful cock. The next thing I knew, he was lifting my hips and bang, deep inside of me in one hard thrust. Oh, my god, he knows how to fuck me. I closed my eyes and relaxed along the cool, polished wood as he thrust himself in and out with deep steady strokes. We love to talk when we make love and that time was no exception.
“Oh YES,” I cried as he ploughed into me, “Fuck me Darling, I need to feel your cock”
“Mmhm, baby, I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he moaned, stroking my ass with his broad hands, thumb occasionally trailing down to my secret spot between my ass cheeks, causing me to writhe with excitement, “Does my dirty little bitch like that?”
“Yes, yes” I murmured as he began to touch me there more deeply, a finger working his way into me, thrusting harder than before into my pussy with his rock hard length. “Don’t stop” I begged, as he worked both holes now, causing me to jerk and twist against the hard wooden furniture as he laid into me. I could barely speak by then, so close was I to the edge of my badly needed orgasm, but my wonderful husband continued with the obscenities, knowing how it pushed me over the edge.
“Little whores like you will do anything to come, won’t you?”
“Ohhmm,”
“That’s right, you fucking slut,” he continued, as my breathing became shallower, and my hips, with a life of their own started to buck back against my Darling husband. He could see I was getting out of control and he knew what to do to help me get there. He took a handful of my long blonde hair and pulled my head back, causing my back to arch and my neck to strain as he pulled me toward. I could hear myself muttering incoherently as my orgasm crashed through me, my knees buckling under the strength of my climax, Frank close behind me, holding me up as he came himself. Our bodies still entwined, he guided me toward the bed where he held me, and we lay, spent and panting.
“Oh that was wonderful,” I sighed as he caressed me, “You always know what to do”
His cock was still hard inside of me as I felt him pump his cum into my pussy. He began to move gently in and out, ready to go again I knew, and I wanted to but I couldn’t have my darling too tired out before the evening had even began. I gently pulled away and turned to him.
“Come on,” I said, reaching in to kiss him on the mouth, “time for that later. I’m going to have a shower and get ready for dinner.”
He sighed and nodded as he reluctantly let go of my body, watching as I disentangled myself and got off the bed. We had a table booked in the Michelin starred restaurant downstairs, and I knew sex made him hungry. For sure, we could carry on, grab room service and fall asleep after rutting each other dry, which would be fun, but I didn’t want to waste the table booking. Besides, we had packed the toy bag, and I wanted us to make the most of the evening. Fit and healthy though my darling hubs is, he’s just a mortal. If I tired him out now, I’d have a long evening while he slept off the excesses of early evening screwing.
In the shower, I soaped my body down, using the special perfumed shower cream that Frank had bought me for Christmas. Combined with the body lotion, I knew he loved the smell on me - perfume I have been wearing since he and I got together, and a smell I know can drive him weak at the knees. I checked my legs, armpits and puss for smoothness and I washed my hair. All done I wrapped myself in the hotel’s fluffy white gown and joined Frank in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed watching TV and I couldn’t help myself from going over and kneeling over his lap.
“Mmhm, woman” he s
ighed, pulling the robe gently apart and placing his hands over my breasts, “don’t tempt me.”
I knelt up, gently putting my hands around the back of his neck and leaned in to kiss him deeply. His hands kneaded my breasts gently and we kissed tenderly as we held each other. I could feel his cock becoming erect again and I got off, smiling wickedly at him as I began to rub my wet hair with a towel. I sat at the dressing table that, less than half an hour ago I had been bent over getting fucked senseless, and I smiled as Frank got off the bed, cock still hard as a rock, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
By the time he came out, I had done my hair and makeup and was in some fresh lingerie, unpacking our weekend bags, looking for my dress and stockings to dress for dinner. I had pulled out the toy bag, a large toiletry bag filled with a selection of items from our toy box at home and it was sat on the bed. With just a towel wrapped around his waist, he reached over and picked up the bag.
“Why don’t you kneel on the bed, Darling?” My husband’s tone was warm and conversational - a sure sign that he had mischief on his mind. I smiled to myself and climbed up on the bed, stuck my bum into the air and my face into the soft bedspread. I felt his hand feel my bottom and a finger stroking my now wet pussy through the thin silk of my knickers. I gasped and wriggled my bottom at him, willing him on and wondering what he was going to do to me now. My mind raced through the potential choices he could make and I could feel my pussy throb with desire as I considered what he would do to me.
Eventually my curiosity was satisfied as Frank roughly pulled my knickers inside as I felt the cold, lubricated tip of a little vibe being slid inside of me, and I realised it was the little remote device we had, intended to be worn inside of me and controlled by Frank as I tried to control myself in public. This, I knew from experience, could be deadly. Not finished with me yet though, I felt him turn the little vibrator on, and he bent down, tonguing my ass through the bottom of my knickers. I moaned, grasping on to the bedspread for support as he probed me tenderly and just as I began to feel my arousal overtake me he snapped off the device and pulled away, leaving me writhing in frustration on my knees. He laughed.
“Come on now,” he said, taking my arm and helping me sit back on the bed, reminding me of my words earlier, “time for that later.”
I finished getting dressed, clipping on a pair of seamed stockings, Frank’s favourite, and finishing my sleek black outfit with a pair of killer stilettos and we made our way down to the restaurant.
Dinner was wonderful, as you might expect, but it was hard to really concentrate on the food with my husband controlling the little vibrator inside of me, every now and then turning it on, watching my fingers grip the table as he manipulated me from his own side of the table. Blessedly, on the couple of occasions I thought I was going to lose all semblance of control, he stopped the game, leaving me speechless and breathless in my seat, the only indication from his side that there might be anything going on, a wry smile and definitely, I checked with my bare foot, a rock hard erection.
Somehow we finished out meal and made it back to our room. I was a little tipsy, I admit, as we ordered a bottle of champagne and Frank didn’t drink much. I didn’t feel very drunk, and I was definitely ready for a round two with Frank. I sat down on the bed, going to slip my heels off but Frank stopped me.
“Shoes on, dress off” he demanded quietly from where he was standing in the corner of the room and I did as he told me, excited about the authority in his tone.
“Yes Sir,” I whispered, playing along with his game, and I pulled the dress over my head.
“Now, panties. Off. “He ordered in the same tone. “And then on your knees.”
I slipped off my knickers, leaving me in just my bra, suspender belt and stockings and I sank slowly to my knees, feeling the deep pile of the carpet cushion me as I knelt there He must have turned on the vibrating ball inside of me, which I had almost forgotten about and I breathed deeply, enjoying the little movements inside, wondering whether I would get to come like this. I could feel my nipples harden underneath my bra and I wanted to touch them, but it didn’t sound like part of the game that I would get to choose when to play with myself tonight., Frank moved in front of me and I smiled up, licking my lips at my husband, predicting he would unzip his fly and pull out his gorgeous cock for me to adore with my mouth and tongue. He smiled down at me, still dressed in his dinner suit, looking sharp and handsome. How lucky I was to have such an attractive, sexy husband, I reflected as he smiled down. Then, instead of doing what I expected, he pulled a strip of black silky material out of his pocket and held it up in front of me, still smiling, silently communicating to me with it as I sat there. Obediently, I closed my eyes and he wrapped the tape around my head, tight enough to stop me opening them again. I loved the light pressure, and the total immersion in darkness the blindfold permitted. I felt him cup my cheek with his hand and I rubbed against it like a cat. He reached round and took a hank of my hair in his hand, pulling me up gently until I was on my feet again. He then pulled me backwards until I was lying back on the bed, and he had me wriggle back until I was lying flat on my back, head tipping back slightly over the side of the bed. I could feel my pussy getting hotter as this was going on, and as if reading my mind, Frank put his hand between my thighs and pushed his fingers into my snatch, rubbing my clit until I began to squirm and pant a little, and then, just as fast he took his hand away, leaving me gasping on the bed. I couldn’t tell where he was in the room until I heard the zip of the toy bag and heard him rummage around, looking for something…
“Alright darling, spread your legs,” he said and I felt his presence at the end of the bed. I felt him kneel between my spread thighs and reach in to take out the little remote control toy. I sighed sadly as the little vibrator got taken away but in the same breath, Frank pushed my monster dildo into me, making me gasp once again as he filled me up with it.
“Ah, you like that eh? You like that dildo in your cunt?”
“Oh Yes, I love it” I replied as he pulled it in and out slowly, moving it like a cock. I always felt really stuffed when he used this toy in me; at over 12 inches long and the width of my wrist, it was one of my most challenging dildos. He took my hand and made me hold the base of it, and he moved my hand up and down, indicating the pace at which I should fuck myself with it. I was incredibly wet, and I loved the feeling of it sliding up and down my inner walls, the feeling seeming to be only heightened by the darkness. He then moved off the bed, and I suddenly felt him standing next to the side of my head. He unzipped his fly and I could feel the warm firm skin of his cock against my face. I turned my head instinctively toward him and he bent into me, slipping the head of his length gently over my lips. I stuck my tongue out and then sucked hungrily on him, salivating as he slowly drove further down my throat. I continued to screw myself with the dildo, feeling the excitement build inside of me as I became filled from both ends. Soon, my husband had managed to force his beautiful cock down my throat, I love to deep throat him, and I guess you could say it’s my special skill. I felt him reach over and pinch my nipples through the thin lace of my bra, and as he began to move in and out of me I began to feel delirious with excitement. I imagined what I must have looked like, spread out on the bed, throat full of dick, bringing myself off with a huge dildo. I moaned with pleasure, and Frank must have felt it in my mouth; for he pushed the lacy cups of my bra down roughly and pulled my breasts out, handling them roughly and pinching and twisting my nipples hard. This made me buck my hips with pleasure, and as he continued to maul me, sawing in and out of my throat as he picked up rhythm. I continued to fuck myself and soon I could feel the beginning of my orgasm building up deep inside my abdomen. Instinctively I wanted to look at my husband, to show him with my eyes how close I was, but the blindfold deprived me and I felt a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy as I thought about it. He must have known I was getting closer though as he began to pick up the pace in my mouth, bringing on an or
gasm of his own. I could smell his skin as my nose nudged the line of hair running up to his navel and this sent another surge of arousal through me, the lack of sight seeming to make my other senses even sharper. He began to pinch and twist my breasts harder as he sped up, pounding me harder in the throat. I felt my climax coming, lifting my ass off the bed as I pumped myself with the dildo. My husband’s cock down my throat stopped me crying out and I reached up and gripped into his thigh as I came, and I felt him come too, slowly pulling out of my throat and depositing his cum into my mouth, I felt it drip back down and I swallowed hard as he filled me up with it. Finally able to breathe deeply, I leaned back and let my husband’s now softening cock flop into my mouth where I greedily cleaned it with my tongue.
“What a good girl, “he sighed as he stood next to me, letting my tongue work away.
“You’ve been so good, baby” he continued as he finally lay down next to me, taking me into his arms and snuggling up against me, “that I’ve got a little surprise for you tomorrow.”
“Oh?” I asked, holding my head up so he could untie the blindfold, and as my sight returned I smiled up at my handsome honey. “What sort of surprise?”
“A sexy one,” he said, smiling at me. He got up from the bed, stripping his clothes off and I went into the small bathroom to clean up before bed. I knew from experience that he wouldn’t tell me, I thought as I got ready for bed, so I refused to give him the satisfaction of trying to find out, simply slipping onto the bed beside him, wrapping my naked body around his. He was fiddling with his phone as usual, so I settled down, letting him rest his free hand across my breasts as I turned off the light on my side of the bed and went to sleep.
The next morning was clear and bright, and I had slept well after the previous night’s exertions. I was woken by Frank answering the hotel room door and accepting a breakfast tray, which he put on the bed. He kissed me hard on the mouth
