A hooker for my husband 2. - Sex Stories

A hooker for my husband 2.

... me, then collapsed on the floor. They were blondes, both with short hair, like mine. And like mine there tits were big. The screaming continued. I continued towards them. They weren’t alone, three others were there, sitting on stools at the bar. It didn’t shock me, none of it. I knew what Lothar was like. I knew what his wonderful cock could do. I wanted it, needed it. I was shocked as I walked across the room, not by what was happening, or that there was an audience, an audience that would participate. It was the man on the third stool that shocked me. It was Hubby. Hubby like the others was naked. I know my Hubby, knows what he likes. I know he fucks other women, girls mostly, he doesn’t both me, sure he fucks me, as I fuck him. We both have other interests. He knows mine. He knows I have, lovers shall we say. But having him watch me fuck Lothar, and the others in all likely hood, now that was different. How would he react? Lothar mustn’t know, mustn’t know I’m his wife. Know he is my Hubby. The screamer had become the sobber. The girl on the floor was trying to drag herself further away. “Now this Gentlemen is a real fucking woman. You want a whore, then this is the one. Boys you want to do business with me, you find me a woman like this one. Jamie, where did you find her. I’ll do business with a man who can find something like this. Come here I want to fuck you, I’ve had enough of these two,” Lothar said smiling. “I thought you’d never ask. But first, these two sluts can ...

... clean their mess up.” I said. I’d seen it on the bar, by Hubby, where else would it be. I took the riding crop in my hand. I swiped the crawler, “get back over there, and suck his cock, I want it clean before I have him.” I swatted her arse again, two vivid welts on her cheek. “And you, stop your whining. Suck his cock with her, make a good job, I’ll be checking.” Lothar pulled his cock out of her. She staggered, I thought she’d fall as well. The riding crop cut through the air, landing on her thigh. She cried out, but then did as I commanded. Together they licked his cock, removing all trace of their cunts, their arse’s. They cleaned their juices off him. They were exhausted, I could see that. They moved away, allowing me to run my tongue along that beautiful hard shaft. It throbbed. My mouth was dry in anticipation. They’d done a good job. I didn’t care he fucked them, nor his cock was wet from them. No this was not about them, it was about him, Lothar. I wanted his cock. I wanted it to be mine, I realised with a shock. I wanted it. Me I wanted it. Me. Me. “Not good enough, again. NOW.” They were busy with their tongues again, their arse’s to me. I gave them two strokes each. Hubby was hard, as he watched me whip them. Hard as he watched the welts rise. The other two watched in fascination. “Now watch how a real woman fucks,” Lothar told them. I straddled him, and slowly sank onto his hard, long shaft. I adjusted quickly to his size. My cunt remembered. Remembered the size, ...