Picking someone up for my husband
Everyone has their own little kinks⦠It's just one of life's facts that most of us like to pretend doesn't exist.
I, on the other hand, well, I embrace my kinks.
So as I walked through the mall, I stopped to get a smoothie and sat near a couple of young ladies. Now when I say young, they were legal, don't get me wrong, but they were younger than I was.
I also chose them, before I chose my drink, because I noticed one of them was sobbing as she talked to her friend, and I am the curious type.
I sipped my drink slowly, listening to them. It was the standard fare: he dumped her for another girl, but it wasn't her fault⦠couldn't they still be friends⦠love of my life⦠blah, blah, blah.
That part I didn't care about. The part where she didn't know what to do next, that's where I could help her.
"I couldn't help but overhear⦠I hope you don't think I'm butting in⦠but I have a suggestion which might help you out."
She looked at me. She was cute in her flowery dress, and her doe eyes would have been cuter if she wasn't so bloodshot from crying so much.
"I don't mean to be rude, but you're not my type."
I smiled. She was already thinking about a hookup. That made my ask easier, although not with what she was thinking.
"No, no," I said, putting my hands up defensively. "I wasn't suggesting you try the other side, although I'm flattered you think someone like me could be with someone as cute as you."
She smiled, slightly disarmed by my statement.
"No, but I think you have the right idea. You need to get back out there. Try something new to get the old out of your system."
She smiled slightly. "I don't think I could."
"If I had the right guy for you, would you at least consider it?"
"What makes you know what type of guy I'd want?"
"Look, I've been through some bad breakups. You're not looking for Mr. Right. What you need is Mr Right Now⦠and the more wrong he is, the better he is to help you get over this bad experience."
"So, I should just find any ol' guy and have him bang me? Maybe a bad boy? I don't think that's smart."
"No, you need a guy with the experience, and the⦠shall we say, built-in talent that will help you forget about Mr. Wrong."
"And how do you find that? Mr. Big Dick dot com?"
"Well, I'm sure you could try that, but I had someone who might be closer. Someone who'd vouch for how good they can be when you need to get over a guy." I pulled out my phone and opened my photo gallery. I opened a hidden folder you had to know to search for and pulled up a photo.
"Want to see what forgetting your ex looks like?" I said, holding my phone to my chest.
"Okay," she said hesitantly.
I handed her my phone and watched her eyes widen. I could tell she was impressed already.
There was my husband, all six feet and 190 chiseled pounds of him, and he was sporting his best feature in my opinion, his nine-inch dick that was very proportional to his thickness.
What was better was I was holding the phone as his dick laid against my face, so you knew it wasn't a fake photo.
"Is this for real?"
I noticed she swiped, which I didn't say she could, but knew she would.
Her friend was looking too, and her mouth fell open.
"Let me tell you, he's as good with his tongue as he is with his disco stick⦠if you know what I mean?"
I could see that both girls were getting excited about him.
"Damn girl, you've got to try him out. I know I want to."
"You're married."
"So? Aren't you looking at what I am?"
I chuckled under my breath. He has that effect on women. I know he does it to me.
"So what's in it for you?"
"I have only one request." I paused because I know this is where a lot of people walk away⦠okay, some run away. "I want to be there to watch. I kind of get off on watching him."
I acted all shy, hoping they'd think I'd never done it before, or only maybe once. In reality, I've watched him with a dozen girls, some of them multiple times. I don't join in, I just want to watch.
"Iβ¦ I couldn'tβ¦" said the sad girl, getting up to leave.
"I could," said her friend.
"Really?" the crying girl said.
"Hell, if that thing is realβ¦ I need to feel alive. To be takenβ¦. And a no-frillsβ¦ my husband doesn't have to find outβ¦ and you don't have one. So you should definitely try it out."
"What if he ruins me⦠you know, for normal guys?"
"I could use being ruined," the married girl said. "Besides, you go back. I know I did after having my first kid."
I just nodded. It's true, your body handles it just fine, but your mind will always remember. Not that I was going to say anything. That's why they come back, and they almost always do.
"We can't," the crying girl said, then left, taking her friend by the hand.
Oh well, I thought to myself. Most of the time I get a no, but I was hopingβ¦
I went about my shopping and saw the two girls at another store. I didn't approach them, but I did acknowledge them with a slightly embarrassed smile.
As we moved through the racks, the married girl made herself to be near me. She slyly handed me a piece of paper. "If he's real, I have to try him out," she said. "Text me in an hour."
I smiled and nodded without looking at the paper. I knew what was on it.
I walked to another part of the store and set a timer.
Exactly an hour later I was texting her, and we set a meeting time.
She followed me home in her car and walked with me. I hadn't told my husband I was bringing someone home for him, so when I introduced him to Ellie, he was overly polite and asked if he should leave the two of us alone for some girl talk.
I responded by kissing him deeply and rubbing the front of his shorts. "What do you think?"
"Oh, really?"
I smiled and said maybe the two of them should get to know each other better. "By that, I mean, get naked and do what comes naturally."
Ellie blushed, but my husband stepped toward her and took her hands in his. As he held onto her hands, and leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm not looking for anything here. Just sex. Okay?"
"I can do just sex," my husband said to her. "How much time do you have?"
"Aren't you cocky?"
"Well, yes⦠but I also want to know how much foreplay you should get."
"I have an hour at most," she said, as he undid her top and then slid it off her shoulders.
"I wasn't expecting this today⦠I'm not..."
"You're fine," he said. "And if you don't like your outfit, we can just take it the rest of the way off," he continued, as he continued to undress her.
"But what about you? I have to know if it's really that big."
He undid his pants and let them fall. He then pulled off his boxers and exposed his snake.
"It's bigger in real life," she whispered to herself.
I moved to my favorite chair and sat down. I was going to enjoy this show, and it started with her trying to hold the beast, then suck on it as my husband took off his shirt. He knows how much I love to look at his naked body as he pleases another woman.
I sat cock-eyed in the chair and watched as he pinned her legs up over his shoulder, plowing deep inside of her.
I listened to every whimper of her needy little voice as he thrust into her. I was so wet. I wanted to touch myself, but I don't dare with a first-timer. That would come later, I hoped.
Until then, I just burned the image of my husband holding her legs up over his shoulders, and banging away at her, while listening to her beg him to fuck her married pussy even harder.
He pulled out, and I ran over, sucking the cum from his cock. I licked and sucked on the head, nice and gentle, before working the shaft, to get all of her flavor, and all of his cum.
I smiled down at her. "Was it as advertised?"
"Yeah," she said. "Except I thought he liked to eat pussy."
"Go on," I told my husband, "you have time."
He slid down and started to eat her pussy. I stood over him, watching him feast on her pussy.
Two orgasms later, she was begging him to stop. She just couldn't take it anymore.
I helped her up and got her a drink of water. "You'll need this," I said, watching Ellie walk like a baby deer.
She drank, and slowly got dressed.
"So, now fully as advertised?"
She just nodded and looked at my husband. She was half-dressed, and I could see her contemplating taking my naked husband again. "I've got to get home," I heard her reminding herself.
"If you ever want to go again..." I offered.
"No, this was a onetime deal⦠I promised myself. I just⦠since the baby⦠I don't get to as often. I needed that. I really needed that."
"Well, tell your friend then," I suggested. "She'll thank you for it."
She just nodded.Β
As she went to leave, I saw her stop at the door and stare back at my husband for just a little too long. She'd be back. I'm not sure if she'll bring her friend, but she'll be back for more. Of that I'm sure.
I turned to my husband. He looked at me, and I ran and jumped into his arms. "Damn, you're so fucking sexy to watch," I said, as he let me down.
I was stripping naked. It was my turn now, and I just had to have him.
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