My Pussy's Vip Invitation

'Entry 45

Hey, lovelies!

You won't believe the wild adventure I found myself in as I'm writing to you right now. I know I'm not one to be blogging in real-time, but to be honest, this couldn't wait. I'm going to share a juicy secret with you because, well, that's how we do it over here at Slutty Wife Anonymous. I can't keep things from you guys, no matter how hard I try to.

I was just enjoying a nice and quiet night at home--which I completely deserve after how hectic my life has been recently. My daughter was out, and Gary had to go on a business trip, thank the heavens. It was a time for me to have a nice and quiet evening on my own, binge-watching a TV show, chowing down on popcorn, or just even pleasuring myself while I thought of my previous escapades.

Well, while I was chilling on the edge of my bed in my cute little black negligee, feeling a mix of loneliness and that ever-gnawing itch for something more thrilling in my life (I just wanted some cock), my phone buzzed

And guess who it was?

It was my billionaire friend from a couple of entries back. He mentioned that my pussy was crack, so I half expected him to text me or call me sometime. Who could stay away from crack once they've had it, right?

Anyway, he asked me to be his plus-one for a gala. Was this a mistake? Should I really be entertaining this? But as I recalled that one magical night at his penthouse, I felt my heart race. I typed back a quick

"Yes!" and suddenly, I was off to meet him.

In my defense, I did give it some quick thought. Before I saw the comments coming for me with pitchforks and rakes, I did think about Gary, but with the stunt he pulled the other day that led me to the caveman, I think I've given up on him.

When I arrived at his car, I felt like a princess stepping into a fairy tale. He looked dapper in a tailored suit, and that look in his eyes made me feel desired in a way I hadn't felt in ages. As we drove, he wasted no time in getting down to how badly he wanted to fuck me right there in his car with the driver in front.

His hand found its way to my thigh, and oh, did he remember what my body liked. He began to tease me as his fingers slid beneath my dress, brushing against my lace panties and spreading all across my body. It all felt so dirty and so right at the same time.

I should be at home waiting for my husband to be back from his business trip, but instead, I'm in a man's car, getting ready to be used and fucked shitless. Ladies, if this isn't the life, then what is?

Just thinking about it now sends a shiver down my spine. That's to show you how good he was with his fingers and mouth. With every touch, he reminded me of how it felt to be alive, to feel so utterly wanted.

And let's talk about the driver. The idea that someone could hear us and know what we were doing only heightened my excitement. He always loved a form of voyeurism and to be fair, I wasn't completely opposed to the idea of it.

When he urged me to take off my panties, I felt exposed yet exhilarated. The world outside faded away as we got so engrossed in touching and exploring each other's bodies.

And the best part about it all is that this is definitely not the end. There's still more to come.

So, my loves, never let life dull your spark. Seek out those wild moments, and don't be afraid to embrace the thrill of the unknown. Even if it's fucking every man that's not your husband. Sometimes, that's the risk you have to take to truly enjoy what life throws at you.

Until next time,

Slutty Wife Anonymous.'

I was in the restroom at the hall where the gala was held, dress bunched up at my waist, and sitting in the water closet as I typed out an entry frantically for my blog.

There was no way I was going to sit on this juicy piece of adventure and wait till I got home before I dished it out to them. They needed to know what was happening, stat.

And so when I was done writing, I did a quick once over to see if I'd made any mistakes or grammatical errors. I was half-filled with alcohol, so it was even surprising I could sit down and pour out my train of thoughts onto a blank page.

Seeing as it was partially good to go, I hit the publish icon and watched the note float into the internet.

The gala was filled with eating Hors d'oeuvres, filling up on red wine, which made me extremely horny, and playing footsie with Derek underneath the table.

What happened in his car was beyond hot, and I couldn't stop replaying everything that happened back in my head.

Suddenly, a knock came from the stall door.

"I'll be out in a bit!" I called out, grabbing some tissues.

"It's me!" Derek whispered behind the door. "Open up!"

What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be in the women's restroom, but to be honest, this was not the time for questions.

I unlatched the door as he stepped in and closed it behind him, taking up so much room in the small toilet stall.

"What were you doing here? Touching yourself while thinking about me?" Derek asked, his voice banked with heat.

I was doing none of that, but him saying it in that accusatory tone made me completely wet, so I swallowed and nodded. Anything to get him to punish me and maybe fuck me in this stall. I wanted more.

"I couldn't help myself," I said, pressing closer to him.

"You know I hate naughty girls," he responded, grabbing my waist and trailing his hand down so he squeezed my bum.

"I do!" I choked out, my entire body burning with heat.

He pressed closer to me, his bulge poking the side of my dress, and my pussy throbbed in reaction. My hand slid up his leg to his crotch, and I felt his cock under my fingers. I stroked him through his suit pants, his eyes holding mine.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Derek asked.

"Why not? Taking me right here in the toilet stall is just what I need," I moaned, itching for him to touch me or for me to touch myself.

"But you've been a bad girl. Touching yourself here without my permission," Derek growled, holding my hands up in the air.

"I have!" I whimpered.

He spun me around and bent me so my ass was pressed to his cock, and then he pulled my dress up and bunched it around my waist.

"Naughty girls always get punished!"

I nodded and swallowed. "I agree!"

He pulled down my panties, exposing my bare bum as my mouth went dry. Before I could predict what was happening next, his hand came down on my butt cheeks, pain piercing through me.

"Fuck!" I screamed out loud.

"You have to be quiet," Derek growled in my ears.

I nodded. But before long, his palm landed on my bum again, harder this time and tearing a scream from me.

"You have to be a little bit quieter, Ash," Derek said. And I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was trying not to crack into a smile.

"I'm trying," I mumbled, the spot he'd hit me quickly turning pleasurable.

I didn't mind the pain now. I just wanted his hand back on me or his dick. I pushed my bum back and rubbed against his bulge as Derek stepped back quickly.

"Woah, woah. You're a really eager little thing."

"Please fuck me," I whimpered.

"In time, Ash."

His hand struck me again, and I didn't see that coming, so I screamed again.

"You're really not trying to be quiet at all, are you?"

I instantly went silent, and when I did, he patted my head while mumbling, 'Good job.' But that wasn't just it. He yanked my panties off and stuffed them into my mouth.

"I can't have you calling attention to us."

That made me even wetter because using my panties as a gag was something I'd not seen coming at all. His hand trailed all over my body.

I felt him push my legs apart with his thighs as he took position in between my legs. I heard the sound of his zipper, and then he rubbed his cock against my wetness.

I pushed my hips back to feel more of his cock, but he held me in place and spanked me.

"Patience, Ash."

After what felt like an eternity, he pushed his fingers inside me, and as he began to caress me, low moans spilled from my mouth to the panties that served as a gag.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me continuously until I couldn't take it anymore, and then I came all around his fingers.

"Fuck it. I need to be inside you right now."

He positioned his cock in my entrance and slammed into me without waiting for me to catch my breath or even recover from the previous orgasm.

"God, you're so fucking wet. Ugh, your pussy always feels so good, Ash," Derek growled, pumping in and out of me.

The pleasure I felt was all-consuming as he slammed in and out of me. His cock was so big, but I didn't mind as he kept stretching my tight pussy.

Everything about sex with Derek was phenomenal, and I found myself wanting more with every passing second.

He held my waist in place, slamming in and out of me, pushing me over the edge with each powerful thrust. This was probably what heaven felt like, and it was simply amazing.

Suddenly, Derek pulled the panties from my mouth as I moaned out loud, my moans vibrating through the small toilet stall.

"God. I love the way you sound, Ash."

"Harder!" I moaned out loud. "Harder, Derek."

He pushed harder within me, nearly making me collapse from an overdose of pleasure. And then his palm found my bum again as he gave me a hard spank. That was enough to tip me over the edge as I emptied my orgasm all over his dick, coating it completely.

Once I returned to earth, I registered how weak my body was. This had probably been the best sex I've had in a long time.

Derek and I cleaned ourselves up and stepped back into the hall. The gala was nearly over, with only a few lingering guests laughing quietly by the bar.

"I think they're done with the gala," he said when we saw that the event was almost rounding up.

"Yeah, I need to call a cab then," I responded, pulling out my phone. "It's getting late, and I shouldn't push my luck.

I had no idea how I was still standing after the intense sex we'd just had, but I didn't want to question it too much. A part of me didn't want to go back home just yet. Dawn wouldn't be back home tonight, and Paul wouldn't be back either, so there was no point in really rushing home.

He tilted his head, giving me that lazy grin that always seemed to make me weak in the knees.

"Or..." Derek drawled, cutting me off. "We could head back to my place and continue the fun."

I let out a shaky laugh, looking away to try to break the pull of his gaze. "Derek, I don't know... I mean, this was fun, but..." I hesitated, searching for the words that felt sensible.

I needed him to be more convincing.

"I have a surprise for you back at my place," he said with a wink.

I raised an eyebrow, questioning. "A surprise? Who doesn't like surprises?"

"No one. So you should definitely come," he said, holding my waist as one of his hands slid down my bum and grabbed it.

"We're in public." I gasped.

"So, we need to get somewhere private quickly. My cock is throbbing thinking about how wet you must be for me currently."

"Alright," I whispered, the thrill creeping back into my voice. "Lead the way."

And with a smirk of victory, Derek took my hand, guiding me through the doors and out into the night, where our adventure was far from over.

I couldn't wait for us to get settled back in Derek's penthouse, and the only thing I could think about was how hot and steamy it was going to get tonight. I even imagined us fucking in front of the glass windows of his penthouse again.

When we walked in, I took in more of what the penthouse looked like. I couldn't properly appreciate it the last time because I was a little bit nervous, but now I got to take in how gorgeous his penthouse looked.

Damn, I thought, smirking to myself. He's got taste.

Just as I was about to comment on how nice his place was, my eyes caught movement by the doorway to the living room.

"Is there someone else here?" I whispered to Derek, slightly scared.

He smirked at me, a small smile forming on his face. "There might be."

Suddenly, a woman was standing there, waiting, leaning casually against the doorframe as if she'd been expecting us all along. She was stunning, wearing this black lingerie set that hugged her in all the right ways and doing nothing to hide her very gorgeous body.

She had tattoos littered all over her skin, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I was completely in awe.

Then I remembered that I'd seen her face somewhere. It completely registered in my brain that she was the woman in the picture with Derek when I first came to the penthouse.

She was his wife.

Her expression was calm, even a little playful, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

My heart skipped, and I could feel the heat creeping up my face. Wait...what is going on here?

I glanced at Derek, eyebrows raised, searching for some kind of explanation. But he just gave me that familiar smirk of his and took a step closer.

"This is the surprise I was telling you about," he said, his voice low as he kissed my cheek.

Was he supposed to be doing that in front of his wife?!

"She's stunning!" the woman said, undressing me with her eyes. "She also looks like she'll be a good fuck."

"She's the best!" Derek said.

I blinked, a little bit confused.

"What's going on here?" I voiced out finally.

"This is my wife, Lina," Derek said.

"Yeah, I figured that out." I tried not to snap at him.

"I thought it would be more fun if we all had fun together," he added.

Oh. I suddenly understood what was going on here. They were probably in an open relationship, and his wife knew all about me. Whatever was going to happen, I was down for it because Lina looked breathtaking.

"You two can go at it while I watch," Lina said, settling into the couch and spreading her legs apart. "I want to see how you fuck her tight little pussy."

She brought her black painted nails in between her pussy folds and started to rub, her eyes on me. "I don't have all day," she cooed.

I swallowed as I looked from Lina to Derek, not knowing what to do. She'd already slid a finger into her pussy which was dripping, and she pushed in and out, moaning out loudly as she threw her head back.

I looked away quickly, my cheeks getting hot. I shouldn't be watching her. It felt so wrong.

But Derek brought my head back to the sight, forcing me to watch.

"Do you like the way she's pleasuring herself?" Derek whispered into my ear.

I wanted to lie, but my panties were completely soaked just from watching Lina pleasure herself. And the intensity between my legs was growing stronger by the minute.

"Watch her!" Derek whispered as he slid behind me, pressing his hard cock on my back.

Being the slut I was, I pressed my bum back slightly and rubbed against him as he groaned into my ear.

"You're such a naughty tease, aren't you?"

"I'm not," I moaned, forcing my hands to stay by my side even if I was dying to touch myself. It felt like I was going to explode from the heat of pleasure passing through my body.

His hands trailed down my body, and then he grabbed my right hand, slipped my dress off my body, and pushed it in between my legs.

"Touch yourself as you watch her, Ash."

I wanted to pull my hand away and resist, but that was almost impossible, given how wet I was. My hand went straight to my clit, and I began to rub it in circular motions.

I watched Lina touch herself while I rubbed, following her rhythm and getting closer and closer to my own climax.

"Good girl, Ash."

His words made me even more frantic in my touching, and I continued as Derek pressed and ground his cock into my ass.

Fuck, my vision was becoming blurry, and I was slowly reaching the peak of my climax.

"You can come for me now," Derek urged, and his words felt like a switch because I suddenly came all over my fingers, the orgasm hitting me like a heavy wave.

I nearly crumbled to the ground as Derek held me steady and stopped me from falling. I clung to his suit as he reached down in between my legs, dipped a finger in my climax, and raised it to his lips.

"You taste so good," he moaned.

When my vision was back, I noticed that Lina had also reached orgasm, and she was using a vibrator on herself now.

"We need to both get to work so we don't make Lina too upset," Derek mumbled, and before I could respond, he captured my lips in a kiss.

I could taste the wine that he'd drank tonight before we left the gala, and I loved how the powerful stroke of his tongue sent butterflies straight to my stomach. It was completely insane that we were kissing each other right in front of his wife as she watched.

I'm holding on to Derek for dear life as his tongue and lips explore my whole mouth. And then he bit my lower lip, which made a mixture of pleasure and pain wash through my body.

I pulled off his blazer as he took off his shirt, our lips still on each other's.

Then, my back was pressed against the living room wall as Lina watched us. His lips traveled down my neck as he left a trail of kisses on it. His hand gripped my ass as he hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around him as he ground me into the wall.

The rock-hard bulge in his pants rubbed against my clit, and I threw my head back and moaned.

"Do you want my cock in that mouth of yours?" he asked me.

"Yes!" I cried out.

"Then fucking take it out. We need to put on a show, remember?"

I loved how commanding he was and how much I also wanted to put on a show for Lina. It felt like I was hell-bent on impressing her, and to be honest, I didn't mind it.

I needed his cock inside my mouth. I wanted to taste the saltiness of his precome, and I needed to get his cock hard and ready to fuck me.

Also, I loved how possessive and dominating Derek was when Lina was watching. I was willing to do anything he said because it made me even more horny.

I got to my knees, pulled down his zipper, and took his cock in my hand. It was so big and hard that I didn't have to do much.

Derek held my hair back, and then I took all of him into my mouth.

His cock still had a bit of my pussy juice on it, and I could taste myself on him, which made me even hornier.

I wanted to take all of him in my mouth and suck, but I thought against it.

I wanted to make him want it just as much as he always tortured me. And I wanted to put on a very good show for Lina.

So I licked the head of his cock once slowly, and then again and again, not fully putting all of him in my mouth. I could hear his panting growing louder above me, and the force of his grip on my hair tightened as he tried to push me down on his throbbing cock.

I smirked and finally decided to put him out of his misery.

I opened my mouth and slid him into the length of my tongue until his cock hit the back of my throat.

"Damn it, Ashley. That feels so good."

Okay, good praise. I needed more of that. And so I slid his cock out and in again, bobbing my head up and down as I sucked and licked his shaft, my saliva covering his entire cock.

I gagged when he shoved his cock to the back of my throat before letting him go deeper and deeper. I could hear him panting and growing, his grip on my hair tightening with each passing second. I was almost scared he was going to rip my hair out of my scalp because of how tightly he was holding on to it.

At least I knew I was doing well.

I kept going, wanting him to explode all over my chest or into my mouth, but when he knew he was close to the edge, Derek pulled his cock out of my mouth and straddled me on the floor.

"I'm saving my load for your pussy," he growled.

His lips were on my breasts as he took it in his mouth, sucking, squeezing and biting. I moaned loudly, my pussy getting moist with need.

I needed his dick in me as soon as possible. We've been fucking all night, but somehow I just couldn't get enough of him.