Being a shared wife, I have enjoyed sex with a lot of different men in front of my husband and on my own during our marriage. Still, my favorite fuck buddy is my husband because I love him for what he does for me and for what he allows me to do. This story is about a night we spent together as a husband and wife with no one else involved.

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Jack and I went out for dinner the other night. Jack reserved a table for us at a small Italian bistro. Afterward, we had a quiet room reserved at a nearby motel.

I wore my red cocktail dress with a gold medallion on a long chain between my breasts. Beyond my four-inch heels and knowing what my husband likes, I wore nothing under the dress.

While at the restaurant, the waiter approached with a bottle of wine that we had ordered and, proffering wine glasses, poured us each a glass.

“Your food will be out shortly,” he stated brightly before stepping away.

“You’re looking sexy tonight,” Jack said as he looked at me across the table.

I leaned forward, a coy smile on my face as my breasts pressed against the tabletop. “Oh, sexy? Is someone trying to get into my panties tonight? Oh, I forgot, I’m not wearing any,” I teased.

“I love knowing you’re going commando tonight. Is your pussy wet?” Jack asked with a smile curling his lips.

“That is for me to know and for you to find out,” I said as I slipped my shoe from my foot and ran my toes under the cuff of his pants.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with our food and spoiled our fun. I was sure he noticed what my foot was doing under the table because his face turned beet red.

“Is there anything else I can get you two?” he asked.

“We’re fine,” Jack answered, and the waiter moved to the other tables.

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After dinner, we drove to the motel. Along the way, I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over the console, and nibbled on Jack’s ear. My nails grazed lightly down his cheek and lower across his chest. I reached down and rubbed his thigh. I felt him getting hard as I did this. Quickly, my hand found his swelling knob.

“Ooo… are you being naughty?” he asked.

“I’m just getting warmed up, honey,” I answered.

Jack worked with a concerted effort to keep his eyes on the road. Occasionally, his eyes darted over to me, and the perfect view of my chest threatening to escape my dress.

With trivial effort and wasting no time, I undid his belt and fished out his dick. Giving it a firm squeeze, I lowered my head between him and the steering wheel and swirled my tongue around the fat head. I liked how thick it was. My tongue maneuvered down and up his shaft. I could feel his blood pulsing through the thickening veins of his cock. He writhed in his seat as the wet texture of my tongue etched a trail of sensations across his manhood.

I nestled in closer and kissed the tip of Jack’s cock, and then I slowly lowered my head to take in as much of his cock as I could manage in the small space between him and the wheel. The angle was awkward, so I only got about three inches deep, but I was determined to pamper the hell out of those three inches.

Jack felt my lips as a ring of pleasure gliding up and down his silky cock. He was throbbing harder than before and trying to get more of his cock in my mouth while also trying to steer the car in a straight line.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack murmured as I stroked his shaft with my hand and sucked the head of his cock like I was determined to milk the cum out of him.

Pre-cum started to leak into my mouth. His hips gently bucked upward every so often. Keeping one hand on the wheel, Jack felt up my body as I eagerly sucked. He ran his fingers up and down my back, enjoying every inch of my soft flesh. He ever so gently pushed my head a bit farther down his cock.

Jack was in heaven. He loved the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock and could not get enough. Sweat formed on his brow. He tried not to explode before we got there.

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As we approached our destination, the faux-neon sign came into view. The Silver Moon Motel used to be a crappy, run-down place to stay. It was known for drugs and prostitution. Recently, it was bought by a young couple and renovated into somewhere worth residing for the night. Ten squat rooms connected into one long, sky-blue building with a larger office at the front end. It had kept that nostalgic 60s roadside motel appearance.

Jack entered the office to get the key to our room while I stood outside the car with our overnight bags. He signaled that we were in Room 4, and I hurried over.

We met at the door. I told Jack to hurry as he shoved the key in the lock and twisted the doorknob. The room wasn’t very fancy. After all, it was an old motel, but it smelled fresh and without any stale cigarette odors.

The walls were a cream white. The bed quilt was gold in color, with a simple pattern sketched into it. Medium, dark wood side tables sat on either side of the bed with brass lamps perched on them. In the rear was the bathroom sink with its large mirror and yellow countertop seen through the open door.

We spent little time exploring our surroundings and more time undressing each other. After I finished tearing off Jack’s shirt, I tossed it aside. I kissed his bare chest, momentarily stopping to suck on a nipple, then kissed up his neck to his lips. We kissed with open mouths and entwining tongues.

Jack’s hand came up to run his fingers through my hair. He loved my soft, silky hair and would bury his face in it when he spooned me at night.

Gently, I pushed him back onto the bed. Jack lay there looking up at me, awed by my beauty, as I stood striking a sexy pose next to the bed. I was radiant in his eyes. The left strap of my dress was off my shoulder, exposing my breast nearly to my nipple. The hem of my dress had hiked, making the fabric bunch up around my midsection. My long, slender thighs were exposed and inviting.

I raised my left hand and tugged the right strap off my shoulder while rolling my hips seductively. I squeezed my arms together to make my tits bulge outward, creating a canyon of flesh that my husband often loves to fuck. I tugged my dress down, the fabric inching its way to freedom.

Each tug revealed a bit more of me. Even though my husband had seen it a thousand times before, every time I strip for him, it is like the first time. Finally, my dress dropped to the floor in a small heap. My heels slipped smoothly off my feet, and I was naked except for the gold medallion that hung around my neck.

My husband never gets tired of looking at me, and seeing me move and sway to seduce him made him hungrier to have me. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he reached out and pulled me closer.

“Come here, sweetie,” he beckoned, “let me return the favor from our drive over.”

I smiled, and Jack fell back as I crawled over him onto the bed. I kept crawling until my pussy was mere inches from his face.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked teasingly. “I’m always worried I’m going to suffocate you.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll let you know if I need air. Now sit,” Jack ordered.

I slowly lowered until the lips of my pussy met the pointed tip of my husband’s tongue. It split my folds and found the entrance of my vagina. Jack quickly discovered that my pussy was dripping wet, and he began lapping up the juices. I was so fucking horny!

Jack swabbed my pussy, and he loved it when I rubbed it all over his face. I bit my lower lip and threw my head back as the pleasure continued to grow within me. My hands wandered to my breasts, and I pinched and played with my hard, tingling nipples.

Jack’s tongue was slick but slightly textured, a perfect balance for my pleasure. His tongue thrilled my more sensitive areas. I started grinding harder against my husband’s face. My clit was throbbing as it pin-balled between his nose and tongue. I gripped his hair as I rode him, edging closer to orgasm.

“Oh, honey,” I moaned. “Oh… yesss. Oooh.”

Jack loved having me sit on his face. He loved the combined smell and taste of my pussy and ass. Jack loved it when I ran my fingers through his hair and when my body began to jerk and convulse as my clit grew more sensitive. He especially loved the little moans and noises I made as I inched closer to an orgasm.

“Oh… shit!” I continued louder. “Right there, baby! Fucking, right there!” More loudly, I cried, “Oh fuck! Oh shit! I’m almost there, baby! Suck my clit! Bite it, baby. Bite it!”

My hips ground hard in a frantic climb to my first orgasm. Jack obliged my request by sucking and biting my sensitive blood-engorged clit. My nails dug into his scalp. My clit pressed hard against his tongue and teeth, and my hips jerked repeatedly as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I slumped forward with my pussy pressed into Jack’s face. I was breathing heavily, taking a moment to rest and wait for my pussy to stop throbbing. Jack did not mind having his face pinned under my dripping pussy because he was having the time of his life licking up my juices. After regaining my senses, I rolled off my husband to let him stand.

Jack’s belt, and probably his erection, were the only things holding his pants up. His pants came off quickly, along with his shoes and socks, and he stood there in his briefs. The bulge in his briefs was the evidence of his arousal. His thumbs hooked into the band and slowly peeled them downward. A tuft of hair appeared, followed by the fat root of his cock.

More of his shaft slowly came into view, inch by inch, until the head popped free of the briefs and smacked against his belly. He liked teasing me, watching me licking my lips as he revealed his cock to me. It bobbed until it was pointing directly at me, demanding my attention.

Jack stood over me with his throbbing cock. It looked so fucking delicious, just like the first time I saw it, stroked it, sucked it, and fucked it.

“Mmm, is that for me?” I purred.

“You bet, baby. Spread those legs nice and wide for me.”

I smiled and spread my legs for my husband.

“Yeah. Lift your legs. Bend them back and point those pretty toes in the air because I’m coming to you,” Jack teased.

He leaned over me and pressed the bulbous head of his cock directly against my clit, swirling it in circles between my folds before dragging it down to my introitus. A slight push and he gained access to the hot wet pleasures of my pussy. I felt the pressure followed by the deep stretch I got every time we fucked.

“Oh, yes, baby,” I breathed, “fill me up.”

Jack gripped my waist and began pumping his hips against mine. He could feel how wet I was. He loved fucking my wet pussy. It felt so good around his dick. He gripped harder, pulling me by the waist and almost sliding me off the bed as he plowed the entirety of his cock into me.

“Ohhh! Fuck me, you beautiful beast!” I howled.

Jack felt my pussy wrap tightly around his cock. “Damn, baby, you feel great,” he huffed.

“So do you, baby.”

Jack leaned in, grabbed my nape, and began to grind against me. I shuddered with each stroke. He nibbled at my ear and whispered, “Fuck, you're so tight. After all the men you fucked with cocks much bigger than mine, you’re still amazingly tight. I can feel every bit of you.”

“God, Jack, you are the best lover I ever had. I’m so glad you’re my husband. Fuck me harder, honey.”

Not wanting to disappoint, he pulled almost out and slammed his hips into mine. Repeatedly, he slid in and out, our flesh slapping with each thrust. I moaned in pleasure over and over. And at times, I screamed.

“YES! YES! FUCK ME, BABY. MAKE ME CUM!”

Jack perched his knees on the bed and lifted my legs, with my ankles resting on his shoulders, and angled my pussy to the perfect place to pound his cock deeper into me. Each thrust came down, filling me and rubbing against my clit. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with each stroke.

“Yeah. Pound my pussy, baby! Give me that big cock!”

The more Jack pounded my juicy cunt, the more juice leaked out and ran between the cheeks of my ass and onto that beautiful gold quilt that we forgot to draw down before we got carried away.

I dug my nails into my husband’s sweaty back, and my pussy exploded like a dam bursting. My juices left a large blotch on the quilt beneath my ass.

There was a moment of quiet after I orgasmed. We embraced. With our chests pressing together, we could feel each other’s heartbeat.

Jack stood and stretched his legs. His hips were a bit sore from the position, but his cock was dripping in its success. Veins pulsed. He was hornier after the mess we made. A little winded, he said, “Get up, turn around, bend over, and get ready.”

Yes, more excitement came my way as Jack re-entered me from behind. A loud slap of his hips against my ass, and I was filled again. He started thrusting. Smack. Smack. Smack. My ass rippled with each slam. His hands traveled upwards, squeezing and kneading my hot, horny tits.

“Oh, fuck! You feel so damn good,” he panted and continued to pound.

“So do you, baby,” I moaned in reply.

Jack could feel me getting warm again. His balls were tightening. The tip of his cock tingled on the verge of release. He grabbed my waist again, thrusting hard. He tried to hold back his looming eruption. When I felt his cock swell, I knew he was on the verge of his release. I enveloped his cock in a tight grip as I sprinted to my orgasm.

My pussy was on fire as I panted and moaned, and the hot rush of my fluids ran down both of our legs.

“OOOH FUUUCCK!” Jack hollered in response, giving me one last thrust. He held his cock deep inside of me as he inseminated me with his copious load. His balls tightened and tingled as they emptied. I squeezed my pussy tightly around his cock, sealing in his semen, but a bit still leaked from my pussy.

He slumped over a bit on me. Using his grip on my hips to steady himself, Jack slowly withdrew his shrinking cock from my well-fucked pussy. The moment he did this, his cum leaked from my gaping hole and trickled down the inside of my thighs. He rolled onto the bed, his wet, soft cock flopping about as he did.

I got on the bed and cuddled with my husband. During the moments before we passed out, Jack muttered, “We should do this more often.”

“God, yes, we should,” I whispered in reply.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I surely remember waking my husband with a blowjob, giving him more reasons to fuck me before we started on our way home.