James and I have enjoyed the most sexually liberating year thanks to the involvement of my most recent lover, Mac, into our open relationship. We have been active swingers for more years than I can remember, and during this time I have enjoyed some savagely large cocks in my shaved pussy and almost all of them, in my full lipped mouth. James has had the pleasure of some delicious tight pussies and on a few memorable occasions, a very tight asshole to plunder! Sometimes we've enjoyed the pussy together, where I've put my busy little slut tongue to work on some writhing panting slut!
As you all probably know, my own big kink is exhibitionism. I adore displaying my body and sexuality at every given opportunity. I have a varied wardrobe of erotic lingerie, outrageously high heeled shoes and boots and very revealing tight dresses to add spice to my exhibitionist streak. I love to tease the guys and my husband when wearing my slut outfits, and when I wear my slut outfits I have to act the slut!
It's common knowledge that I love to dance seductively with my chosen victim and the more provocative the dance, the better. I used to pole dance, lap dance and strip tease a few years back and I put all of my overtly sexual moves to good use when I'm doing my cock-teasing.
It was whilst working as a stripper that I met James, when he asked me for a sexy lap dance at the club I was working in. I took him into a private cubicle where I did a personal, very sexy lap dance for him. I was instantly attracted to him and my dance was by no means work, but a labour of love. I loved the erotic dancing but I would get so aroused, I'd often end up in the changing room, thrusting my hairbrush into my pussy to relieve my sexual tension.
Obviously my state of arousal worked on the audience as my card was always full for personal dances, but when I was grinding my shaved pussy over some cock strained trousers, it would frustrate me immensely, feeling the hard throbbing cock pulse against my shaved wet pussylips.
It was easier to deal with if the guy wasn't hot, but the feeling of a hard cock against my naked pussy would always push my libido to its limits. If the guy was hot, then I would spend even longer grinding my bare pussylips into his crotch, feeling his throbbing cock teasing my shaved hole, quite often until I had experienced a delightful orgasm during my dance.
The performance I would put on for these guys almost always guaranteed a return dance later. This is how James pursued me. He knew I was aroused and that it was not just part of an act, the shiny wet stain on his crotch was a bit of a give away.
On his second personal dance of the night, I straddled his lap after removing my skintight dress, revealing my stockings, garters and half cup bra with no thong, which was deliberate ploy as I wanted to show my naked shaved pussy to him. I placed my pussy directly onto his hard cock with only the thin material of his trousers separating us.
Grinding my naked shaved pussy into his already hard crotch, I smiled at him and began to ride his lap. I was grinding on his lap wearing only a half cup bra with my hard nipples brushing his cheeks, with my fishnet stockings and garter belt working their magic.
James caught me off guard, as he gently ran his fingers up my outer stockinged thighs, slowly heading toward my garter straps. Touching was normally forbidden, but my state of arousal totally ignored this rule. The tingling tickling sensation of his delicate touch had me panting with lust as I drove harder into his groin. His hands stroked my garter straps gently, spreading his fingers out, almost touching my shaved pussy.
By the time his hands reached my buttocks, the soft tickling sensation had provided me with a very powerful orgasm, which I managed to disguise from the rest of the club by burying my head into James neck, treating myself to a sneaky orgasmic lick of his cologne coated neck.
My hips were thrusting into his crotch as my orgasm waned. I could feel his hard cock sliding back and forth between my pussylips, making me moan with each movement. I slowly moved my head from James neck and his full lips gently brushed mine in a very tender kiss. My tongue slithered over his as we broke from contact.
James held my naked back, stroking my flesh seductively and whispered in my ear that he wanted to meet up later. Well, he met me outside the club and shared a cab back to my flat where we spent the next 12 hours replaying our lap dance but this time fucking, sucking, licking and me trying on various stripper outfits for his, and if I'm honest, my pleasure.
That was 12 years ago and our sex life has improved and increased with such passion and intensity.
Even our wedding day had its naughty sexy moments. I gave our best man, Brian, a long lingering blowjob in the disabled toilet at our wedding reception. I'd given Brian a blowjob on a few occasions, mostly with James present and as a thank you for making sure I got home safely from my hen night, with a very slobbery mouth fuck in the back of the taxi. I swallowed his complete load that night and went inside my house to tell James of what I'd just done with the scent of Brian's cock still on my breath. James delighted in my indiscretion and gave me a seriously good fucking on the strength of it. I was standing in the disabled toilet smiling at Brian in my wedding dress and veil. Lifting my veil, I smiled at Brian and whispered.
"I'm going to suck your cock and swallow your jizz like a good unfaithful slut!"
Brian grinned as I slipped out of my wedding dress so as not to get any stains on it, ensuring I maintained eye contact, parading around the cubicle before Brian wearing a tight white satin Waspie, tied very tight, a white satin balconette bra cupping my large breasts delightfully, with shiny white stockings and white high heeled sandals completing my bridal wear. I wasn't wearing panties giving Brian his first close up view of married cunt. I leant back against the wall and let Brian play with my shaved pussy for a little bit, something he'd done on a few occasions and always quite skilfully. He smiled as he thrust two fingers inside my unfaithful cunt, bringing me to a beautiful squirting orgasm, leaving my legs quivering and my breath panting.
"You fucking dirty slut!" He smiled.
"I know! I'm insatiable!" I giggled.
Brian was sitting on the disabled toilet with his trousers around his ankles and his hard cock standing to attention. My cum had sprayed all over his cock leaving it shiny and gleaming. He stroked the greasy pole winking at me. I smiled suggestively and I knelt before him, taking the entire length into my mouth maintaining eye contact throughout and gave Brian a thank you blowjob from me and my first taste of illicit cock, only three hours into my marriage.
The taste of his musky cock lathered with my orgasmic fluid pushed my state of arousal very high. I put on a world class performance for Brian, which was James' idea as a thank you for all his help! I willingly agreed to this as I always found Brian quite hot and my wedding day, with me being the centre of attention, aroused my naughty exhibitionist streak. Brian was desperate to fuck me, but this was my wedding day and I wanted James to be the first one to enjoy my pussy, and it turns out my ass also, as I lost my anal Virginity on my wedding night.
Brian leant forward and fingered my pussy and my ass, calling me a dirty cheating slut whilst I sucked the cream out of his hard pole. For me the next best thing to enjoy sexually after exposing and displaying myself to guys, is to have them talk degradingly about me. It brings out my inner slut and never fails to arouse me. I continued sucking Brian's cock, enjoying his exploring fingers and the depraved dirty talk he was subjecting me to. As Brian snarled that he was about to come, I clamped my mouth over his bulbous bell end and began swallowing every drop of Brian's cum. Spurt after spurt of hot spicy seed slid down my throat as I hungrily licked him clean, maintaining eye contact throughout.
After releasing his flaccid cock from mouth, I stood before him with his fingers still in my shaved pussy! I put on a little show for him, rocking my hips back and forth in my bridal lingerie as he finger fucked me. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I fucked his fingers to another orgasm, leaning in to kiss him as my orgasm completed. Removing his fingers, he stood alongside me and gave me a very erotic kiss, stroking my breasts and buttocks. His semi erect cock was nestling between my shaved pussylips as we kissed passionately. His cock was sliding upward almost penetrating my cunt. I moaned softly feeling his bulbous end separate my pussylips. I desperately wanted his cock inside me but somehow controlled my sexual emotions by grabbing his cock and stroking it away from my pussy.
Brian winked at me knowingly and said
"I suppose If I can't fuck you then I'll have to help the slut bride get her dress back on?" And giggled boyishly.
I held his cock giving him a very sexy seductive kiss then stepped back into my dress.
Placing my arms in the air, my breasts spilled out of my bra as Brian slid the dress up my body slowly, carefully returning my breasts inside my bra and zipped me into my bridal gown. He gazed at me as I tidied my hair and make up, ready to return to my wedding reception. We both left the toilet sneakily, giggling like school kids, as we returned to James inside the reception. James extended his hand to Brian as they thanked each other, then both guys gave me a nice peck on the cheek and both had a sneaky feel of my breasts.
"Was it as good as her hen night blowjob?" James smiled.
"Fuck yeah! Your slut wife let me finger her pussy and ass as she swallowed my load!" Brian smirked.
Good girl!" James smiled proudly "So will you tell me what happened on your hen night with the strippers this evening?"
"James baby, why don't you, Brian and a bottle of champagne join me in the bridal suite where I'll tell you both all about it!" I smiled teasingly.
James grabbed a bottle of champagne from the bar with three flute glasses and headed for the hotel lift. We all piled into the lift and as the doors closed, both guys took turns in kissing me with a lot of tongue while the other would play with my breasts. I squirmed away, loving the attention as both guys lusted after me.
The door opened on our floor and James opened the door of the Bridal suite. Not breaking with tradition, James scooped me off the floor and began to carry me over the threshold. I don't think it's tradition though for the best man to be fingering the pussy and ass of the bride as she is carried over the threshold, but it felt so good that maybe it should be a new tradition.
James placed my feet on the floor and held my face close to his as he kissed me tenderly. His right hand began to undo my wedding dress, which slid down my body and gathered at my feet.
