Jazz Swinging Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jazz Swinging Pt. 02

... proclivities, preferences, and practices throughout the elevator-ride and our nonchalant arm-in-arm-in-arm walk down the hall--garnering stunned looks from the numerous men in earshot--might have embarrassed a lesser slut than myself, I suppose. Not me, though; blush though I surely did as we made our way and I caught over a dozen incredulous men gawping in slackjawed wonder and involuntary lust at the sight of my bad, bold self declining to either contradict or silence my husband's sordid narrative, it had made me hornier and wetter than ever, I must admit.

I opened the door, the three of us barged into the room, and I immediately started shucking my annoying, in-the-way clothes. Not that there was a whole lot to take off, of course. In no time at all, I stood before Mike and No-Name stark naked, excited and inflamed further yet by the delicious sensation that being naked and subject to the close scrutiny of two supremely randy men--my whorish exhibition inflicting two severe cases of Stage Four brick-dick (which malady, fortunately, I was well-practiced in the art of curing)--with another strange new cock imminently to be inside me always brought on.

I raised my arms high above my head, performing an extremely suggestive Slutwife Shuffle dance for Mike and New Stud, swinging and swaying with unsubtle abandon as they devoured my most intimate girly-bits with their eyes. My men were taking this in eagerly, and myself? Why, I was so turned on by their rapt attention I ...

... could hardly breathe!

While I danced for them, my men were joining me in my carefree nudity just as fast as they could. After five or ten minutes of my semi-private presentation/provocation, I sprawled my bad-girl self over the king-size bed, opened my long legs wide, and crooked a finger at New Stud while telling him in no uncertain terms that he needed to get between my legs and put that long, thick cock of his inside my pussy NOW!!

He did as he'd been told, mounting me like a kid on a Christmas-morn pony, working that big cock-head of his into me and pushing it in to the hilt at a tantalizingly slow pace. I grabbed his ass and slammed my hips up against his, rocking and grinding as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over me.

When I looked over and saw Mike sliding a chair close beside the bed, staring intently at his Slutwife getting fucked yet again by yet another random stranger, absently jacking his own hard-on in time with our fornicatin' rhythm, I just couldn't help myself: I moaned loud and long, the passion easily overpowering any reserve or modesty I may once have had before my Slutwife conversion.

Mike stood and, with his free hand, picked up his cell-phone and pointed the camera lens at me and my latest forbidden lover. I watched him just as intently and hungrily as he was watching me. He was recording our lovemaking, I knew, and that when we'd finished the video of Slutwife Christiana's latest erotic encounter would be posted to all our usual ...