Story -- My Vixen Crosses a Line

Debbie and I had been seeing each other occasionally for a couple years. She was married and playing with her husband's permission, even encouragement, for some time. I suppose he liked the "hot wife" concept and had occasionally been a kind of minor league voyeur:

He had shown up in a restaurant where we were having a nice dinner and watched us flirt and have fun while he sat alone at the bar. Another time we were getting hot and heavy in my car and I got worried a police car had pulled up--Debbie just said "keep going, it's my husband." Once she had even called him while we were screwing and pretended she was having a normal conversation that just happened to be filled with moans and grunts.

But an odd thing was that she described him as pretty controlling (I would have said insecure) in the bed room. He did not like her to use toys. She even said he flew off the handle when she tried to rub her own clit during sex. You are smarter than me if you can you get your head around that--okay with her fucking other men but not with her playing with herself? To each their own I suppose.


Debbie and I are out at a bar one night, flirting, getting close when she says "Come home with me." I asked if she wouldn't rather go to a hotel or my place and wouldn't her husband be home? She said that yes he would be there and that he had asked her to bring me home. She said he just wanted to sit and watch. What the hell, I thought. And I took her home.

We got in and her husband was sitting in a dark living room, in a chair across from the couch. I went to say hello and Debbie grabbed me and pulled me down for a kiss and said "uh uh" and she led me to the couch. She curled up in my arms and we started making out, her with her back to her husband. I let myself sink into her kisses and we really started to enjoy ourselves.

Debbie stood up, facing her husband and kicked off her shoes. Then she peeled off her pants and top and still wearing her panties and a little halter undershirt she leaned back against me, laying with her back on my chest, her panty-clad ass on my hard, covered dick. I nuzzled her neck and wrapped one arm around her waist reaching up to tease at her little tits. She groaned as my fingers of the other hand snuck into her panties and I slid two fingers along her clit, stroking slowly from the side, feeling her hard little button between them.

Debbie started to grind her ass down on my dick while i was toying with her, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. Then she said "Do you like your little slut, baby?" Whether that was for me or for her husband it was kind of jarring, not really in the mood at all so I whispered in her ear and said "Not now baby. Just close your eyes and make this one for us." She gave a little gasp and her body relaxed on top of me and I heard her whisper back "For us."

I closed my own eyes and made her my whole world. Slowly, slowly stroking along her clit, soft kisses on her neck with little moans in her ear, one hand gently pinching her nipple until before long Debbie shuddered deep and long and let out a gasp and a long, low moan and then relaxed on top of me.

She rolled over and gave me a wonderful, beautiful kiss. Then she slid down my body to her knees. Looking at me with her dark, gorgeous eyes she unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants and boxers. I looked into her eyes while she took my dick into her mouth, slowly, deliciously, sensually. She had blown me plenty of times. This was something else. It was deep, it was intense, it was so intimate. Which is what reminded me we weren't alone.

I looked up and saw her husband. He did not look at my face. He was staring, kind of stunned, at his wife as she devoted herself to my dick. I didn't know what was going to happen next but he was totally mesmerized and looked more than a little uncomfortable.

Then Debbie looked up and our eyes met. Without a word she slid back up my body and, facing me, lowered herself onto my thick cock. Her eyes were half closed as she posted slowly up and down, her amazing, snug wet pussy sliding over me, deeper and deeper until she was all the way down. I held her face in one hand and started squeezing and then pulling harder on her left nipple. She threw her had back, let out long "ooooooooo" and I could feel her pussy squeeze me tight and then repeatedly pulse on my cock. Then she put her hands on my chest, stared straight into my eyes and ground her clit, back and forth on my pubic hair, my rock hard dick planted firmly inside her. "You are so beautiful," I told her as I felt her cum again. She collapsed on my chest and I held her like that for at least 15 minutes.

Debbie stood up then and I realized her husband had left. I heard someone rattling around in the kitchen. Debbie offered me her hand and said "come on" and led me to a guest bedroom, leaving the door open. I lay her on the bed and got back inside her in the missionary position. I held myself off her body a bit while we had sex, me stroking into her firmly, steadily. I caught her reaching down to rub her clit and then stopping herself. I gave her a little kiss and said "go ahead, baby, please, go ahead" and she realized what she had done and put her hand back on her clit and rubbed it while I fucked her.'

We kept at it for about five minutes when she started getting louder and louder and yelled "Yes, yes, YES!!!" and came hard...I backed off a bit but stayed in her while I kissed her face and neck. I slowly picked up the pace as she moaned under me and clamped her hands onto my arms, her nails biting deep, the pain spurring me on. She looking in my eyes and said in a clear voice "For us. Cum in me for us."

I started stroking harder and as deep as I could. Both of us moaning on each thrust. Debbie saying and then screaming "oh god, oh god, oh baby, oh my fucking god baby, I love you so fucking much. I love you, I love you, I love you." I exploded inside her, laid on top of her and then rolled us both on our sides and kissing her face over and over I said "I love you, too, baby."