[Busy farmer loves hearing about his wife's promiscuity]
'Hi Hon,' she announces stumbling into our bedroom at one in the morning. 'That was a first-class night tonight, Look at me!'
I fumble for the bed side lamp, half asleep in our matrimonial bed. I was hoping my wife would be back a tad earlier to regale her adventure as I had been up early the previous morning working the farm. I could smell an aura about her. Cheap perfume, alcohol, sweat and the unmistakable aroma of spunk. Lots of it. A give away for a slut like Cherie. If it's a classy meet, I'd be smelling Chanel and spunk. If it's a guy with a tag, it would be a knock off out of Lidl, spunk and piss.
The light flickered on and yes, judging by the state of her, she'd had a very good time indeed. She'd gone out dressed for the part. A hook up site had raised her curiosity. Her blonde hair tied in schoolgirl bunches to the sides of her head, ala Miss Spears, held in pink elastic bands. Make up liberally applied, fluttering false eyelashes, kohl eyeliner, pink shiny lippie, the fucking 'Fuck Me' works. An ultra-tight, white skinny rib roll neck top to emphasis her unsupported fake tits, short tartan pleated skirt and black leather belt, and of course, the whorish red shiny patent leather 'fuck me' thigh boots. Her white fishnet stockings were supported by skimpy suspenders. She'd even discarded any modesty of knickers. She had looked a man hungry trollop! A lusty man's dream. I wouldn't have turned her down. I'd have fucked it.
Now, one of the bunches had slipped to the side, as if it had been tugged. Her eyeliner had smudged and very little of the lippie remained, and what did remain was smudged around her mouth with what appeared to be a healthy deposit of dried spunk that also appeared around her neck and cheekbone. The roll neck, which now looked quite grubby, had been ripped at the side and her left breast hung crudely out. She still looked a right trollop! Only now, a very hard serviced one! To emphasise what a night she'd had, someone had left a hickie on her neck. A tramp stamp to mark out her pedigree.
She turned around and bent over, excitedly exposing her naked arse cheeks, which by the look of them had been smarted, presumably by a rough male hand.
'My Cherie, haven't you just had an enjoyable evening!' I exclaimed, approvingly. I pulled the light duvet back and invited her next to me with a gentle pat on the bedsheet. 'You look like a very well used lil' whore wife. Come, tell me all 'bout it. I want all the filthy details!'
She snuggled beside me, clothes still on, and placed a finger on my swelling cock, gently teasing it up and down its length with a long red finger nail. Her left breast hung outside her ripped open top. I checked that she still had her wedding band on. They were the rules. I wanted the guys to know they were fucking a promiscuous married woman; that she was being sinful. She wanted it to, said it made her filthy, brought out her demons.
She began her tale of her blissful evening, in the exquisite detail she always described.
'Well darlin'. I've been a very naughty slut wife, just as you like me.' She spat on the palm of her hand and swirled it around my swollen helmet and looked into my eyes. 'I trust this has been unwanked tonight, I want to drain your balls. Last week, you remember that guy what called here. Brown cropped hair, 'bout 6'4". Cute arse. Ex para I believe, retired out the army. Late 40's, built like an ox. Said he was doing a house survey for the roof insulation I'd enquired about. I couldn't help myself to give him a call, after I said we weren't interested about the insulation right yet, not at his quoted price. Truth be told, I fancied him like fuck. Looked like he was packing! Yum.'
'Your heart pounds for hung cock honey!' Squeezing her slim waist as her hand palmed my swelling meat.
'It fucking does, yeah. Wot I was born for!'
She moved her palm off my cock, spat on her fingers and dove them between my ass cheeks, scratching my tainter, avidly watching my reaction, wanting me to watch her. Her tongue waggled across her top lip as she smiled lewdly. My cock stiffened some more. She opened her mouth wide and with her wet tongue stretched, dived on my cock taking its full length to her throat, ensuring I could see her looking up at me, her eyes focused on mine. I couldn't resist holding her head in my hand, bouncing her head up and down it. Her fingers continued to tease my ass's entrance.
A few seconds later she was up for air, dribble stringing from her lips. 'To cut out the boring detail, I arranged to meet him tonight at the Marriot. He said to wear something slutty, something to get him horny. Well, that's a sure cert I'm going to get treated to some fun Darlin.'
'Slut! Go on, go on, tell me more,' pulling her head up by one of her bunches 'I'm fucking rampant''
'I parked our Audi in the hotel car park and walked in. The doorman at the door gave me a disapproving look, but hey, to me that's approval, hee, hee.'
'Love it, go on!'
She pulled her fingers from my butt cheeks, spat on them again and worked it back to the entrance of my asshole, looking at me lustfully, breathing heavily. She probed for a while, watching me grow further, her saliva having made it sticky and shiny.
'These boot heels make plenty of noise. People watched as I walked in, must have thought I was a hooker, or at least, I hope they did! Paul, the insulation guy was there at the bar, a WKD blue waiting by his pint for me. Could have been spiked for all I knew, but I don't need to be sedated. His eyes wondered up and down my rack as I approached, wasn't interested in my face, dirty fucker. Said hi, and complimented my dress sense!'
