Chapter 1: Love of Oral part One
Dear journal, I’ve been a hot wife for years. That means I fuck other men with my husbands permission, but my husband is no cuck-the man is the greatest fucking lay ever. However, it turns us both on knowing I please other men. This entry is at the time I met an athlete, Steven at a hotel party in Vegas and filmed myself giving the sloppiest blowjob ever.
I love sucking dick and I especially love when I get it all over my face. And I felt like getting a pretty big one this night. Not too huge, but bigger than average. I’m pretty good at guessing just by looking at guys, but it’s just a guess, you never know for sure.
So at this party I found this sexy ass black guy. He’s an athlete, built like one and I’m pretty sure he said he’s up for the next NBA draft, but that have just been to impress me. Anyway, I danced with him for like an hour. I danced like a slut in my little black dress. I could see Brad watching me while he flirted with some cute little college girl.
As I danced with Steven, I could feel his length through his pants, fucking bullseye, large but not huge. I asked him to give me a minute then walked over to Brad and kissed him. Brad lets me play and I let him play, but we need each other’s permission, this is a marriage after all.
I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear “I want to take him back to our room and suck his cock.” Brad smiled, and said quietly within my reach, “You can do whatever you want, but make sure you bring him back to the party before the end of the night.”
"I'll be back soon, babe," I assured him, squeezing his hand. Then I looked at the college girl my husband was flirting with and told her, “Take care of my man.”
Then I made out with the girl knowing Steven and Brad would both enjoy the show. Fuck, She knew what to do with her tongue during a kiss.
That made me even wetter. I grabbed her head and pulled her close, deepening the kiss, tasting her tongue, biting it gently. Then I pushed her away and turned around to lead Steven upstairs. He followed behind me, and as soon as we entered the room, I pushed him onto the bed and started undressing him. His slacks slid down his legs effortlessly, revealing his boxers. I had felt it earlier, but now it was right in front of me, and I couldn't resist taking a peek. His cock was rock hard, standing tall and proud. It was beautiful, black, completely straight, and perfectly veiny.
I wanted to touch it so badly, but I resisted, instead choosing to peel off his shirt and start kissing his chest. He moaned softly, and I saw the veins on his cock throbbing, begging me to touch it. I moved my hands downwards, tracing lines along his abs until I reached his thighs. I caressed them lightly, feeling the heat radiating from his body. Suddenly, he stopped me. "Wait," he said breathlessly. "Let's make this even more special."
"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.
He grinned wickedly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black box. "This little device will ensure that everything we do tonight gets recorded."
My heart raced at the thought of having our passionate encounter captured on camera. I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Alright, as long as you don't share it with anyone else except for me and my husband.”
Without hesitation, he pressed a button on the side of the box, and a red light blinked ominously. "It's recording now. Let's get things going," Steven said, handing me the device. I took it carefully, surprised by its weighty nature. I glanced at him skeptically, wondering if there were any hidden microphones or cameras. But he simply smirked confidently, giving me permission to turn it on. I flipped open the lid, revealing the sleek screen. I watched in fascination as it began capturing every detail - the scent of sweat mixed with expensive perfume, the faint hum of the air conditioning unit, and the muffled sounds of laughter and music from outside.
I adjusted the lens, focusing intently on Steven's hard cock. The anticipation was killing me! I needed to taste his delicious cock so badly!
Steven smiled devilishly as he noticed my eager gaze. "So, do you wanna suck my giant cock?" he teased, knowing full well that his cock wasn't giant, but still impressive enough to drive me wild. I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second. I wanted to jump on top of him right then and there, but decided that teasing him a bit longer would heighten the sensation.
"Why don't you tell me why you think I should suck your cock?" I purred seductively. Steven's grin widened, and he leaned back against the pillows, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, Stacey, I think you're just dying to taste my cock, aren't you?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow. "And besides, I bet you're really good at it."
His words fueled my desire further, and I crawled onto the bed. I found my place laying on the bed in a position so my head was at his crotch and my body was in a way where he could see my hot little ass. I handed him the camera so he could record this.
With my head between his legs, I could hear him fumbling with the buttons. The camera clicked on, and I heard the familiar whirring sound of the lens extending. I held my breath, waiting for the perfect shot. "Okay, now, Stacey," Steven whispered, his voice quivering slightly. "Go ahead and do what you came here to do."
As I slowly leaned in, my lips brushing against the soft skin of his inner thigh, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I licked gently, savoring the taste of his sweat.
My mouth watered at the sight of his engorged member, glistening with pre-cum. I ran my fingers down his shaft, feeling the heat emanating from it. The camera was focused on my eager face, documenting every sensual touch. I pulled his boxers down, exposing him even more fully and not just through the hole in his boxers. It stood erect, pulsating with excitement. I paused for a moment, looking up at Steven with lustful eyes. "Ready for the best blowjob you’ve ever had," I whispered, my voice husky with anticipation. He nodded, his expression filled with arousal.
"Yeah, baby, give me the best blowjob of my life." I placed my lips around the tip of his cock, teasing him with a gentle lick. My eyes locked onto his, communicating my hunger for him. "I guarantee you won't forget it anytime soon." His eyes widened at my boldness, and the camera continued to capture every tantalizing detail.
Slowly, I descended, swallowing his cock inch by inch. He groaned loudly, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
The tension between us was palpable as I continued to work my magic on his cock. I sucked harder, sliding my lips up and down his shaft relentlessly. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, and I could almost taste the sweet release that awaited us.
"Oh yeah, Stacey," Steven moaned, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation. "Keep doing that."
The camera was perched on the nightstand, capturing every exquisite moment. I knew that Brad would watch this later, and the thought sent a wave of excitement coursing through my veins.
My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of my suction. I couldn't help but imagine Brad watching us, his erection stiffening as he witnessed his wife's unbridled passion. The idea of pleasuring two men, one physically present and the other watching from afar, drove me wild. His cock swelled inside my mouth, filling me to capacity. I swallowed, my throat muscles convulsing around its girth. The sensation was overwhelming, yet intoxicating. With each thrust, I grew more confident, my movements becoming more fluid and purposeful.
I glanced up at Steven, meeting his gaze, which was filled with raw desire. He didn't utter a word; his eyes spoke volumes, conveying a deep appreciation for what I was offering. I wanted to break the silence, but something told me that speaking would only disrupt the magical connection developing between us. Instead, I intensified my efforts, savoring each moment and relishing in my submissive nature.
In response, Steven clenched his jaw, his breathing growing heavier. His grip tightened on the sheets, and I could sense his control slipping, replaced by raw, primal instincts.
I pulled his delicious cock out of my mouth and began wiping it all over my face. My blonde locks were wrapping around his black dick, sticking to it because of my saliva. Fuck-it looked so hot. I was so consumed by lust!
Steven's massive black cock was pulsing wildly in my hand. I wanted to taste it again, so I plunged my head downwards, swallowing his cock once more. I could feel Steven's groans echoing through the empty bedroom, his warm breath tickling my face. I couldn't help but admire the size of his cock as it stretched my throat wide, forcing me to adjust my breathing patterns.
"Fuck yes, Stacey," Steven murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Just like that.
.. Keep working that beautiful throat," Steven gasped, his eyes fixated on my hungry mouth wrapped around his cock. "God, Stacey, you're incredible."
"I want to make you cum." I released his cock from my mouth with a slurp, running my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. "Tell me what you want."
"Mmm, just like that," Steven moaned, the muscles in his thighs flexing. "But I've got an idea,” Steven trailed off, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Yes?" I prompted, licking my lips eagerly. "What do you want?"
"Well, Stacey," Steven replied slyly, "I'm quite fond of your pretty feet. How about you use those talented toes of yours on my cock?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of adrenaline course through my veins. The thought of using my feet to satisfy Steven excited me beyond belief. "That sounds amazing," I gasped, reaching down to remove my high heels.
As I did, my dress shifted, revealing a glimpse of my bare breasts. Steven's eyes widened, and he licked his lips hungrily. "Just sit back and let me take care of you."
"Oh, Stacey," Steven sighed, sinking into the pillows. "Do you promise to make me cum?"
"Of course," I answered confidently, stroking his shaft lovingly.
"I can't wait to see you explode all over my face."
My feet gripped his dick. As my little toes gripped tight and I stroked he tossed his head back in pleasure.
"Oooohhh Stacey," he moaned. "You're gonna make me explode." I couldn't help but smile at that. He was a tough cookie who didn't like submitting to girls easily. Yet here he was, losing himself with my footjob. I knew exactly what my husband liked and disliked in bed. He loved a sloppy, spit-filled BJ.
"Hey Brad," I called out to my dear husband through the camera knowing he would watch this later. "How does it look?" I raised the camera up to him, showing him my dirty feet pleasuring a cock.
"Look honey," I giggled, "this stud wants me to make him cum with my feet. Isn't that crazy?"
“I’m so fucking close,” Steven said. “I bet I can hit your face while you make me cum with your feet.”
Steven challenged, his eyes gleaming with excitement. I couldn't help but laugh at his audacity. He was a strong, independent man, but in this moment, he was nothing more than a slave to his baser desires.
"Honey, I don't think—"
"Don't worry, Stacey," Steven interrupted, chuckling softly. "I'll aim right at your pretty face. Just focus on making me cum."
I hesitated for a moment, glancing over at the camera.
Then he erupted!
His entire body shook, his cock swelling impossibly larger, before releasing an enormous stream of semen. It was glorious to behold. I was soaked in the creamy juices, my body trembling with orgasmic bliss. He wasn’t joking, his first three ropes shot all the way up to my face.
"Holy shit, Stacey!" Steven exclaimed, catching his breath. "That was the most amazing experience of my life."
"Me too," I admitted, still reeling from the intensity of it all. "Thank you for sharing it with me."
We lay there for a few moments, basking in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
As Steven began dressing, I turned the camera off and went to enjoy the sight of my cum covered face and dress in the mirror.
Brad and I always enjoyed playing these games together, but seeing the evidence of my naughtiness in the mirror, I suddenly realized that I was the one truly enjoying this lifestyle. I knew Brad would be watching the footage, and I could already hear his moans of approval in my head. I didn’t want to clean up, I secretly loved the fact that I looked like I'd just finished a messy meal.
"Stacey," Steven called out, sounding unsure.
"Are you still in there?"
"Yeah, I'm just cleaning up," I responded, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a mess, but I couldn't stop laughing at the situation. "You left quite a mess," I joked, tossing the stained napkin onto the floor.
"I apologize," Steven mumbled humbly. "That was unexpected."
"No worries," I reassured him, stepping out of the bathroom. I left the cum, I wanted Brad to see how much of a little slut I could be.
“Take me downstairs and show me off, covered in your cum,” I told Steven.
“Woah, hold on there, lady,” he laughed nervously. “People might recognize you, and then what?”
“I don’t care!” I yelled. “I want everyone to see what I’ve done. I want them to see what a dirty little cockslut I am. I want them to know I’m a horny bitch who sucks off any man she finds attractive. Now come on, let’s go!”
Steven looked stunned, but he reluctantly agreed. But as soon as we excited the room my jaw dropped at the site of Brad fucking that college girl against the wall in the hallway of the hotel room. She was naked with her tits pushed up against the wall, while my husband pounded her from behind. The site was glorious.
We all stared at Brad pounding that young coed against the wall. The hall echoed with the noises of their sex. The slap of bodies hitting the wall, the grunts and cries of pleasure, and the wet squelching of flesh grinding against flesh.
"Wow," Steven muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. "Is that your husband?"
"Who else?" I smirked, grabbing Steven's wrist and leading him towards the scene. "Come on, let's join the fun."
Steven yanked his arm free, stopping short.
"Are you kidding me?" he snapped, his cheeks flushing red. "There's no way I'm joining that freakshow."
"Relax, Steven," I grinned, my eyes glued to the steamy display. "Think of it as entertainment - a show we paid for."
Despite his protests, Steven couldn't help but stare at the raunchy scene unfolding before us. The girl's shapely rear jiggled hypnotically, and Brad's hips pumped with relentless energy. It was impossible to ignore the raw power surging through him.
I approached them, normally I’d kiss my husband, but he has a strict ‘no tasting other men’s cum’ policy. I grabbed the little coed slut’s hair while my husband banged her and I ordered, “Lick my face clean.”
She looked shocked, but Brad growled, “Do it” and she immediately dutifully licked my face to clean off Steven’s cum. It was disgusting and hot at the same time. I looked at Steven who seemed shellshocked. I could tell he was thinking about whether he should call me a whore or join in. I grabbed his hand and led him closer to the action. He protested, but his cock rose up against his will, I could see the bulge in his pants.
"Jesus Christ, you're a wild one, aren't you?" Steven muttered beneath his breath.
“Why don’t you fuck her with my husband while I watch,” I suggested to Steven.
“I don’t double team sluts, I don’t like the idea of crossing cocks,” Steven said. And I understood that, Brad was the same way in his early twenties, so I didn’t push the matter. But I was torn, do I go back down to the party with Steven or do I stay here with Brad and this little coed slut?
Brad locked eyes with me as if to say “stay baby.” He pumped harder, his balls smacking against her. He was seconds from cumming.
I looked at Steven and said, “It was a pleasure, I’ll text you sometime, but I’m going to stay with Brad.”
"Oh," Steven replied, seemingly caught off guard. "It's alright. Have a great time with your husband."
I reached out, gave Steven a peck on the cheek, and rushed back to Brad.
As Steven left I got on my knees under Brad’s legs and sucked on his balls as he began cumming in the coed’s pussy.
As he finished cumming in her cunt, He pulled out and I put my mouth over her pussy from behind. I slurped and licked getting as much of my husband’s cum out of her pussy as possible.
I looked up at Brad, our eyes met, and without saying a word, we shared a silent understanding. I felt incredibly liberated, and at the same time, I couldn't believe how far I'd gone. I was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically - but the thrill of the taboo encounter propelled me forwards.
I stood with the girl and spit the cum that I sucked out of her cunt all over her cute little face.
We stared at the spunk dripping down her chin, soaking into her brown hair, and landing on her perky tits. "Brad, I want her to ride my face. Can you set her up?" I asked my husband.
Brad nodded and helped the girl climb onto my face, positioning her pussy right above my mouth. She straddled me, her cunt hovering above my face with her cute butt pointing at Brad. He bent her over slightly while holding her slim waist, and her juicy cunt was mere inches away from my hungry lips.
We were passed by several people in the hall. Some people stayed and watched for a little and others just walked by, but this was Las fucking Vegas baby!
Nobody gives a damn if you're doing some kinky shit in public. We were all adults, consenting individuals, and honestly, what was the fuss if someone wanted to catch a glimpse of a stranger's nasty business? Besides, the city was known for its debauchery, so why hide it? Embrace it - and boy did we embrace it!
"I know you're tired, baby," Brad whispered into my ear while I lapped up the sweet, sticky juices, "but you're the dirtiest, horniest bitch I've ever seen. I'm so proud of you."
I lifted my head, staring up at him with burning desire. "I'm ready for round two," I declared, my voice cracking with eagerness. "I need more."
Brad grinned, his cock twitching at the sight of my insatiable appetite. "Get up, babe," he commanded, tugging me to my feet. "We're moving to our room."
I followed him willingly, leaving the coed alone to collect herself. We’d used other people, now it was time to make love.
Brad had always been a considerate lover, always attentive to my needs—even when my needs were a bit… unconventional.
We entered the room and my amazing man, my gorgeous husband, my everything ripped my cum stained dress off of my body, revealing my complete nakedness and he kissed me deeply.
We fell onto the bed, rolling around and kissing. Our tongues danced together, tasting each other and creating a symphony of passion.
"I knew you wouldn't leave me hanging," Brad whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. "Tonight was insane, baby. But I love you just as much as I did before we started playing these games."
"I love you too," I breathed, nestling my head into his chest.
I live for the weight of this man over my little frame. I wrapped my legs around him and led his dick into my pussy, it was still slick from the coed’s tasty pussy, but now it was just mine.
I felt so full, like I was made to fit him perfectly.
He fucked me hard, driving his cock deep within me, stretching me open and filling me completely. I felt like I was melting, like I was dissolving into him and merging into one entity that was greater than the sum of its parts.
"Babe, are you OK?" Brad asked, his voice filled with concern. "I'm fine," I assured him, struggling to find the words to express what I was feeling.
“Keep going,” I said, “I’m so close!” I wrapped my legs even tighter around his body encouraging him to stay deep while I came all over his dick.
I felt my body begin to tighten and then release, pulse after pulse of ecstasy enveloping me. I cried out, clutching onto nothing and everything at the same time. I felt Brad pause, letting me feel the euphoria washing over me. My orgasm was like an explosion, waves of intense pleasure radiating outward from my core, spreading through my entire body. My heart raced, and my breathing became labored, but I didn't care. All I cared about was experiencing the pure bliss that was consuming me.
I screamed out his name, my voice breaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Brad held me tightly, as I finished my glorious orgasm.
"I want to make you cum now,” I said in a breathy tone. “Let me suck you off while I put a video on for you.”
Brad looked at me curiously as he pulled out. I sauntered over to the tv, my legs were so damn weak. I quickly hooked Steven’s camera up to the television and turned on the video of me sucking that glorious black cock.
Brad watched the screen with wide eyes as I descended and began sucking him off. He loves when I explain how I got other men off while I give him head, so watching it was probably even hotter for him.
He held my head down as he watched the screen. Fuck, I love how dominant Brad is. I couldn’t breathe, his cock was as deep as possible, his balls against my chin. And to make matters even hotter, he could care less that I couldn’t breathe. My job was to make him cum, I don’t need to breathe to make that happen, but my husband is the only guy I will allow to make me pass out-I trust him.
I could hear the tv, I think it was at the part when I was giving Steven a footjob. I tried looking up at Brad to lock eyes with him, but he held my head so close to his body, in couldn’t see his face. Then my vision blurred, hell yes, I was about to pass out. As the edges of my vision darkened, my eyes rolled back and I was out.
When I came to, Brad was stroking his cock over my body, the tv was off which meant he finished watching my video. I reached up groggily and fondled his balls.
“I love you,” He said. Then he came, he aimed for my tits and drenched them. He loves when other men cum on my face, but for some reason, he likes getting all of his cum on either my tits or my ass. I pushed my tits together and rolled them, making a sticky mess with his cum.
“How long was I out for,” I asked, rolling a finger in his cum.
“Less than two minutes,” He said. He rubbed his cock on my cum covered tits then brought it to my tongue so I could lick his delicious cum up. “I can’t believe how far that guy, Steven, could shoot his cum.”
He kept taking his cock back and forth from my tits to my mouth, so I could pick up more cum.
It was amazing, I felt like a real cum dumpster. My tits and stomach were coated in his seed. When he was finally satisfied, he laid down beside me, his arms draped casually around my shoulders. We lay there quietly for a few moments, listening to the soft thrum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of music filtering in from outside.
“We should shower,” Brad suggested.
He was right, we were filthy, but I loved being this messy.
I moved my hand across my stomach, feeling the cold stickiness of the cum. It was so hot, I almost wanted to do it again. I propped myself up on my elbow and stared at the TV. The clock read 1:30AM. I'd never felt so spent.
"Shower with me," Brad proposed, running his fingers through my damp hair.
"You sure?" I asked cautiously. "You're not worried about having a repeat performance?"
"Absolutely not," Brad insisted, his eyes dancing playfully. “I’m spent. That coed made me cum three times, and then you made me cum again. We’re just showering and then we’re going to sleep all fucking day, before we drive back to Provo tomorrow morning.”
"Alright," I agreed, sliding off the bed and heading toward the bathroom. "Should I turn the water on for you?"
"Yeah, please," Brad requested, stripping off his clothes and following me into the shower stall.
I adjusted the temperature until it was just right for a relaxing shower, then stepped under the spray, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the night's adventures. Brad joined me, his hands roaming over my body, caressing my skin and tracing lines along my curves.
And that’s how we finished our last trip to Vegas.