My name is Carol and I'm thirty-four years old. I am very pretty, or so I'm told, with large natural 32D tits and tight abs. This is a real story that my husband, John, is obsessed with. He beats off as I share the details of me getting fucked at a friend's wedding.
I'm somewhat of an exhibitionist. I love to wear low cut tops that show off my large tits. John encourages my behavior and likes to see other guys check me out, which they do all the time. I don't always close the drapes at home when I walk around in my lingerie - oops!
On several vacations John has encouraged me to go topless. We walk the beach, hand-in-hand, as my tits bounce and other guys stare at my hot body. John gets horny as hell when he sees other guys videotape us, knowing they will share the video with other guys. I enjoy talking to other guys with my tits on display. We fuck every night on vacation as John recounts all the guys who checked out my tits.
On many occasions John has shared that he would like to watch me get fucked while he watches. He is a wannabe cuckold. We never followed through, but I was very aware of his fantasy. I tell him that I also want to get fucked as he watches, and beats off, watching another man plunge his hard cock in my wet pussy.
That brings me to my naughty night at a friend's wedding. John couldn't attend the wedding and had no problem with me attending without him. I joked around that I might get fucked, and he joked back that would be fine, as long as I shared the naughty details with him when I got home. Little did he know....
I was one of the few unattached women at the wedding. I felt like a third wheel. I dressed in provocative dresses. I do like to show a lot of cleavage. I think many of the women at the wedding were a little upset I got the attention I did. More times than not I had three or more horny guys getting me drinks and staring at my tits. The rehearsal dinner was a small affair with out-of-town guests. The wedding party with all the bridesmaids and groomsmen was low key. I wondered how many of the bridesmaids would get fucked. Weddings do provide an opportunity for lots of fucking.
I chatted with most of the groomsmen. Craig was especially attentive. We hit it off and spent a lot of time flirting. I was flattered that a young stud would find an older woman like me someone to flirt with. Craig was unattached and very handsome. I joked by asking him, "Craig, why aren't you talking with the bridesmaids? I'd have to think you might score with one of them before the weekend is over. A couple of them look pretty hot."
Craig responded, "None of them are as hot as you. I find it intriguing that I'm talking to a sexy married woman. I know your husband isn't here, and I have to wonder what he'd think if he saw you dressed in such a low cut dress. All the guys are staring at your cleavage. I hope I'm not being too crude when I say that."
I gave Craig a kiss on the cheek and said, "I'm glad you noticed. My husband enjoys having other men check me out. He is the one that likes me to show off a lot of cleavage. He encourages me to go topless on vacations, and gets off watching men check out my tits. Are you surprised to hear that?"
Craig was a little taken aback by my direct comments. He smiled and joked, "I wish I was one of the guys checking you out topless. It's obvious you have very nice breasts. I'm getting a little aroused imagining you topless."
I had a lot to drink, so was pretty direct when I laughed and said, "That's so proper of you. But you don't have to refer to my breasts. I have nice tits. And right now I can feel my nipples getting hard as we talk. What do you think of that!"
Craig didn't know what to think. He simply replied, "You started this, so let's just say I do find you intriguing. If you were single, I'd be thinking we might hook up. But, as much as your husband likes you to go topless, I'm sure that's where he draws the line. And he's not here, so I'm feeling a little guilty flirting with you."
I just smiled and said, "I don't know what my husband would think. He has actually suggested he would want to watch me fuck another guy. That's never happened but it's a nice fantasy. If he was here, who knows what might happen?"
Craig stared at me in disbelief. He said, "Holy shit, I know you've been drinking, but that's quite a revelation. If he was here, I'd volunteer to help him live out his fantasy. Too bad he isn't here."
I kissed Craig, and responded, "Me too. Who knows if he is bluffing or not. I know I'd be willing, that's for sure."
Craig and I left that hanging in the air. I was horny as hell. I couldn't believe I had been so direct. After the dinner I went back to my room, got undressed and masturbated as I imagined getting fucked by Craig. My pussy was really wet as I fingered myself to an orgasm.
The wedding was very nice. I enjoyed looking at Craig and wondered how big his cock was. I sat at a table with other couples at the dinner that followed the wedding. After dinner the music started and I was very happy when Craig asked me to dance. Craig held me close during the slow dances. He put his hand on my butt, and I let him do whatever he wanted. He brushed his hands over my tits as he spun me around. I was getting pretty worked up.
We went out on the balcony to talk. Craig kissed me, he fondled my tits, and I rubbed his crotch. I whispered to him, "My husband isn't here, but I'm sure he'd be okay if you fucked me tonight. Do you want to fuck me? I feel very naughty and want your cock in my pussy. If you're up for a good time tonight, meet me at my room. I'll leave now and you can join me a little later. I want to freshen up and don't want anyone to know we are going to fuck tonight. I'm sure some people are wondering what's up, but let's not be too obvious. I'll see you in an hour. And you can see my tits."
I left Craig and headed to my room. Holy shit, I was going to fuck Craig. I felt very naughty. I waited for Craig and decided to meet him at the door with my tits on display. He did say he wanted to see me topless. When I heard a knock on my door, I was ready. Craig stared at my tits when I opened the door. All he could say was, "Wow!"
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A week after I returned from my friends wedding in Atlanta, John and I were driving home from dinner when I dropped the bomb. I was dressed in a low cut dress that showed off my large tits. John loved the dress and the way other guys checked me out at the restaurant. The young waiter couldn't help but stare at my tits whenever he came to the table. As we drove home, John remarked, "Carol, did you notice the how the horny waiter looked at you tonight? I'll bet he wanted to fuck you."
I smiled and knew it was time. I responded, "Yes, I noticed. I'm horny as hell as I think about it now. Would you be okay if I took him home and he fucked me? Would you like to watch?"
John laughed and said, "Absolutely. You know I want you to fuck another guy. But, unfortunately I know you won't. You talk a good game, but when push comes to shove, I know it's just a naughty fantasy."
I dropped the bomb and responded, "John, I fucked one of the groomsmen in Atlanta at the wedding last weekend. You gave me permission, so I let loose and fucked Craig, a young twenty-five year-old stud. I've thought about when I'd tell you, so here it is. Your beautiful wife was fucked, good and hard, by a young stud with a really big, hard cock. Are you okay with that? Remember you have always wanted me to fuck another guy. I'm sorry you didn't get to watch, but I hope you are happy that I'm now officially a hot-wife."
John laughed and said, "Carol, that's a good one. I wish you actually did fuck Craig, or whatever his name is, but I know you didn't."
I repeated, "John, I did fuck Craig. We danced at the wedding reception, we had a lot to drink, and I let him feel me up on the dance floor. I was horny as hell, and invited him to my room. I'm admitting it now and ask again, are you okay knowing I let loose and got fucked last weekend?"
John looked over at me, stuttered as he said, "Are you serious? You actually got fucked last weekend? That's seven days ago. And you are just now telling me? Holy shit. He fucked you? You got naked with a young twenty-five year-old stud? How naughty were you? Did you suck his cock? Did he wear a condom? Did he spend the night? I want to know?"
I felt liberated and responded, "Yes, I sucked his big cock. He did spend the night, And I didn't want him to wear a condom. I wanted him to cum in my pussy. I asked him if he was clean, and I believed him when he said he was. I know how nasty that sounds, but I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck him. I can tell you more, if you want, when we get home. Is your dick hard now? I'll bet it is."
John almost drove off the road as he said, "Holy shit. I do believe you, but I can't believe you sucked his cock when you won't ever suck my cock. That's really dirty. You can tell me all about it when we get home, you dirty little slut. I am shocked, but I"m not at all pissed. I do wish I was there, but to some extent, it's even more exotic knowing you were alone, naked, and fucked a young stud a week ago and I didn't know a thing. My mind is racing right now I'm having trouble wrapping my head around it. I can't wait to get home and hear the naughty details."