Stress Relief

[fnchristie81]

Christie felt the gush of wetness inside her and knew that Matt had finished. Not that she was complaining-this was what she'd been working him towards. Still, she couldn't resist teasing him some more, especially since he hadn't stopped thrusting into her.

"Is this how you want me to be? Ready to receive you any time, any where? Allowing others to see how turned on you make me?" She nipped playfully at his ear. "Going out with your most recent load leaking out of me?"

 

[susurrus]

I couldn't stop fucking. Part of me wanted Christie to cum, too. I knew all this was turning her on something fierce, too, and the knowledge was erotic as hell. If she didn't cum, that was her choice. Even though I was (technically) in charge, I wasn't going to be one of those kind who denied his girl her orgasm. Oh, I might once in a while, but I loved seeing my wife cum way too much to deny myself her climax.

She knew her talk just kept kicking my arousal meter up higher and higher, and I could definitely tell she liked doing that to/for me.

In response to her question, all I could manage was a truthful, breathless, "Yes!" Just that admission pulled me closer to another cum, fast on the heels of the one I'd just had...

 

[fnchristie81]

"Yes," was apparently all that Matt could muster. However, she could feel him growing inside her again, and tried to time squeezing her vaginal muscles to his withdrawal from her and relaxing them as he slid back in.

"I don't have any panties to keep it in me right now," she reminded him. "And going to get a new pair means either showing them off while carrying them in, or showing that we were at a lingerie store. All because you took the ones I was wearing off in public and left them behind. Do you think the desk clerk picked them up and is checking them out, noticing how wet they are? Do you like knowing that someone else might be finding out how horny you made your wife?"

Oddly for Christie, the thought of someone knowing that was disturbingly exciting.

 

[susurrus]

As my cock readied itself for another round, Christie started talking again. As with every other time, what she told me made my again rising cock fill her hole that much quicker. She mentioned the desk clerk, wondering if he'd retrieved her panties from the doorway, and what he might be doing with them, and what he might think about what their wetness could mean. I had to admit...

"Fuck, yes!" I panted as I started fucking again. I didn't know what we were going to do about the cum I'd already filled Christie's cunt with, and the load I was preparing to fuck into her right then. At the moment, I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was add to what was already in there. If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have volunteered to retrieve a pair of the new panties we'd just bought, but this thought came well after the fact. Right then, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the pussy that gripped my cock, a pussy I should have known very well by that time, but recently, felt brand new to me...

 

[fnchristie81]

Apparently, the thought excited Matt as well. Especially since he was becoming more forceful again.

"Or would you rather I just walked out with you leaking down my legs," she panted. "Let everyone know what a slut you've been with, what you did to her."

 

[susurrus]

When Christie mentioned walking out and just letting my cum.leak out of her, for some reason, I liked that idea immensely. However, it would mean an end to our exploits for the moment... wouldn't it?

Christie had already admitted to being willing to wear my cum on her face in public, how would this be much different?

But as with so many of these naughty ideas, I wasn't completely sure how much of them I wasnted to actually try, and how much was just tbe sheer nastiness of the notion.

As with so many of Christie's dirty, delightful suggestions, the idea was erotic, and it was coming from my wife's mouth, after popping into her mind, which made them.even more arousing for me.

Still, I grunted an enthusiastic, "Oh, fuck yes," as I continued fucking my way to a second orgasm.

 

[fnchristie81]

Oh, god-he actually seemed to like that idea. It was humiliating to her, and yet the squeezing of her insides at the thought only increased the pleasure coming from Matt driving himself into her.  That feeling, along with his apparent enthusiasm, was worth any humiliation.

"You like showing off this way, don't you," she encouraged him. "Showing that you're stud enough to get a woman to let you do whatever you want to her. And you are-whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

Her hips were rising to meet his now, getting closer to a climax of her own. Then a thought hit her, and she made a mental note to swing by a store on the way home so that she could show him that she was completely available to him later that night.

 

[susurrus]

Christie just kept coming up with the sluttiest ideas. It seemed like these ideas she was "putting into my head" mainly were things that would make her look pike the basest of sluts. The notion had to turn her on at some level, otherwise why would she think of such things? So far, I'd found every one of these humiliations the most arousing ideas I'd ever heard. A big part of that might have been because they were pouring from my wife, a woman who, up until recently, had been distinctly concerned with how she presented in public, feeling that she represented the hospital, and as such had a certain conduct to maintain. It was a pretty good bet that not all of her co-workers felt the same way, because I'd been at some of the parties and watched how a few of them dressed and acted.

And now my Christie was willing to comport herself if a much less staid and image-conscious fashion, all if I told her to.

While the thought of filling her cunt with another load was high on my list at the moment, something we talked about earlier popped into my mind.

"Get on your knees in front of me," I gasped. "I'm really close."

While I waited for Christie to comply, I just kept fucking, my second orgasm not quite knocking on the door, but at least coming up the porch steps...

 

[fnchristie81]

"Get on your knees in front of me," I gasped. "I'm really close."

The problem was, Christie was on her back with Matt continuing to push into her-without signs of letting up. Nor did she want him to. But that's what he wanted, so she began to squirm from beneath him. He did let up once she had moved far enough that he fell out of her, rolling to his side while she slid to her knees at the foot of the bed.

Once she was sitting on her heels, she peeled her top over her head before diving mouth first onto Matt's erection. She felt her breasts grazing his legs, stimulating her, and she reached under her skirt to begin playing with herself while Matt edged closer to his orgasm

 

[susurrus]

Christie was obviously less blinded by her urges than I was, because had I been thinking straight, I'd have hesitated giving that instruction until she was in a more conducive position.

As it was, she wriggled her way out from under me and immediately went to her knees, wasting no time in getting my cock in her mouth. I didn't know if she realized what I had in my muddled mind, but she didn't seem to mind: she just wanted to do whatever I wanted her to. Even though I hadn't told her to suck me, I'd have been a fool to scold her initiative.

Fuck, I was close...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie sucked hard as she took Matt in her mouth, feeling her lips gathering their combined juices and pushing them along her husband's shaft. In only the few days she'd been sucking Matt more, her skills were notably improving-she was able to take almost all of him in her throat on the first try. Once she was there, she felt the evidence of their copulation start to slide down the sides of her mouth to her chin. She also noted that already she was actually starting to enjoy the taste, rather than being turned off by it.

The hand under her skirt kept playing with her needy, messy nether region. Her other hand alternated between playing with her nipples and running up Matt's thigh, across his scrotum, then back down to her breasts. For the first time ever, she wondered what it would be like to have two guys at the same time-sucking one and having the other take her from below or behind.

The extra hands on her body would be nice, she admitted to herself-running all over her, with frequent stops at her breasts or clit. As would the satisfying, full feeling having her vagina penetrated. She wasn't naive to the concept, but she'd always looked down from a personal standpoint on women who were willing to do such a thing. Now she was thinking that they may have been more right than she'd cared to admit.

The taste of herself on Matt's erection spurred the thoughts dirtier and faster. The guy in her vagina loosing his load into her, then pulling out and swapping with the guy she was sucking, the fresh penis buring itself in her willing lower hole while her mouth cleaned and revived the spent one. Over and over. Her fingers curled inside her, seeking out her g-spot while she whimpered at the debased thoughts.

 

[drobert44]

Christie sucked hard as she took Matt in her mouth, feeling her lips gathering their combined juices and pushing them along her husband's shaft. In only the few days she'd been sucking Matt more, her skills were notably improving-she was able to take almost all of him in her throat on the first try. Once she was there, she felt the evidence of their copulation start to slide down the sides of her mouth to her chin. She also noted that already she was actually starting to enjoy the taste, rather than being turned off by it.

The hand under her skirt kept playing with her needy, messy nether region. Her other hand alternated between playing with her nipples and running up Matt's thigh, across his scrotum, then back down to her breasts. For the first time ever, she wondered what it would be like to have two guys at the same time-sucking one and having the other take her from below or behind.

The extra hands on her body would be nice, she admitted to herself-running all over her, with frequent stops at her breasts or clit. As would the satisfying, full feeling having her vagina penetrated. She wasn't naive to the concept, but she'd always looked down from a personal standpoint on women who were willing to do such a thing. Now she was thinking that they may have been more right than she'd cared to admit.

The taste of herself on Matt's erection spurred the thoughts dirtier and faster. The guy in her vagina loosing his load into her, then pulling out and swapping with the guy she was sucking, the fresh penis buring itself in her willing lower hole while her mouth cleaned and revived the spent one. Over and over. Her fingers curled inside her, seeking out her g-spot while she whimpered at the debased thoughts.

Kinda like sucking her juices from another mans' cock, mmmmmmm

 

[susurrus]

Christie's blowjob skills - as well as her enthusiasm for it - was getting better all the time. Not that I hated getting head from her before, but up until recently, she'd only been able - or willing - to take about two thirds of me down. I'm not heroically hung or anything, but in our few discussions on the subject, Christie had admitted that cock sucking was generally harder than the women in the videos made it out to be.

After the practice she'd received recently, I'd put her up against any of the professional fellatrixes in the videos I've watched in the past.

I wondered what was going through Christie's mind while she blew me. Her hand was under her skirt and it was pretty obvious she was rubbing herself madly.

Finally, I reached the very verge of orgasm, so I reached for my hard-on and removed it from my wife's fucking talented mouth. Per the plan that'd surfaced when I told her to get in front of me, I blasted my load all onto Christie's upturned face...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie almost missed the oozing of Matt's pre-cum, and was just recognizing the significance of that extra fluid when Matt suddenly pulled out of her mouth. She made the mistake of looking up at him just as he erupted. Fortunately for her, he'd already gotten rid of a few loads, so this one was a smaller amount and more liquid than usual. It still lanced across her upturned face, some of it getting in her hair and some landing across an eye that had shut just in time.

She remembered her earlier comment about wearing Matt's marking, but had forgotten it until now. She flushed in humiliation at the degradation that Matt had just inflicted on her, the redness extending down to the middle of her chest as he finished ejaculating. Despite the sensation of having been used, she was still experiencing all of the pent up sexual energy without the benefit of a release of her own. Even that was fading fast though, and she desperately wanted to keep it up. She also suddenly wondered what she looked like.

"Take a picture?" she asked in a small voice.

 

[susurrus]

I'd seen the initial flinch in porn videos many times, that reaction so many women - even professionals - had to that first streak of cum.as it landed on their faces. Therefore, I wasn't surprised to see Christie react the same exact way. She didn't turn away, though, so I was glad to see that.

This load wasn't as thick as I'd have liked, but there was still no doubt what my wife had on her face when I was finally finished. I'd even gotten cum in her hair, which I found strangely arousing.

Christie had cum.on her hair, down her forehead, across one eye and along a cheek. Another spot started just below her eye and dangled a little from her chin. There was even a little on her chest that would lay just above the seam of her dress when she put it on.

I stood and admired both my handiwork and the enhanced beauty something as humiliating as a faceful of semen might lend to a woman I alredy found attractive as hell.

"Take a picture?: Christie said after a little bit. It took a moment for what she was asking to sink in, but it sank pretty quickly when it did, and I fumbled for my phone and started snapping pictures of my gorgeous slut, both of het face and her nudity. I made sure I got a couple where I could see not only the cum on her face, but the cum that ran down the inside of her thighs.

I suddenly thought about some of the other videos I'd enjoyed online over the years, the gangbangs and bukkakes, and imagined my Christie not only fucking a room full of horny guys, but taking their cum on every inch of her body. My cock started stiffening yet again at the dirty scenes playing in my mind.

When I figured I'd had enough pictures (yeah, like that could happen) I knelt beside Christie and started to scroll. As erotic as it was turning her into my cum whore, it was even hotter viewing the pictures of her nudity and willing debauchery with her...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie heard Matt fumbling around for his phone and waited patiently. But then he took not one, but many pictures. Sitting still for one was embarrasing, but then he kept taking them, moving to different angles, even lifting her skirt to get a picture between her legs. She waxed and waned between humiliation and surprising arousal.

Part of her mind was thinking Matt was just trying to keep a record in case she never did this again, which unless he specifically asked her she'd rather not. Then the thought went through her mind that he might show someone, or have them accidentally see the pictures. That was yet another level of fear, embarrassment, and excitement.

Finally he seemed to be done. She scraped the sticky effluence coating her eyelid free, and in a moment of inspiration licked it off. It wasn't as good as straight from him, and the temperature was a bit of a turn off. Suddenly she wondered what it would be like to lick it off from someone immediately after it'd been shot there.

She sat uncertainly until Matt knelt beside her, then turned her around so he could press against her back as she looked at the phone in his hand reaching around her, his other hand lightly playing with her breast. She felt his semi-erection pressing against her bare back as she forced herself to look at the image on his phone. It was definitely her, and there was no mistaking what had just happened. She again felt herself blushing in embarrassment, but also the excitement tingling in her loins. Slowly he changed the images, showing her all of them-of her, appearing as nothing more than a common slut.

She did have to admit in a clinical sense an acknowledgement how guys might find such images attractive.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

 

[susurrus]

Christie looked at each picture. When I'd gone through every one, she asked, "Do you like that?"

I reached over and turned her head enough so I could kiss her. Yeah, there was cum on her lips, but I didn't give a fuck. With what this woman had allowed me to do, I felt like it would have been ungrateful not to kiss her...

"You know I do, pretty girl. It may sound weird, but I think you look even sexier like this."

With that, I licked my lips, then leaned in and kissed her again...

 

[fnchristie81]

I think you look even sexier like this.

That confirmed Christie's fear, but also somewhat stimulated her erotically.

"I'm glad you like it," she half moaned as he claimed her mouth with his. She ground her rear against him, stroking his again-growing erection with the upper cleft of her buttocks. She gently pulled the phone from his hand and set it on the bed, then tugged his hamd beneath her skirt.

"And the sight of this?" she murmured. She reached to undo the skirt, letting it drop so that she could feel his skin against hers.

 

[susurrus]

Christie seemed embarrassed yet aroused by my admission that she looked hot with cum all over her face. Her backside pressed against my cock as we kissed.

When she guided my hand to her pussy, I could feel how much jizz had leaked from her already. "How about this?" she asked saucily.

"Baby, I'll never, ever get tired of your pussy. I want to fuck it, eat it and all round please it 24/7. That has never changed." I was hard yet again. I wasn't sure there was another cum in me at the moment, but my cock was hard again and itching to get back in Christie's glorious, cum-filled hole.

I glanced at the clock. We still had time. Not a ton, but we could still go back down to the desk and get back up here for one more fuck before we needed to check out.

"Come on, my cum-coated beauty. Let's go see if the kid at the desk knows what became of your panties."

Saying that, I slid out of bed, holding a hand out to my naked, ever-so-fucking-gorgeous wife.

 

[fnchristie81]

"MAT...." Her voice trailed quickly off from it's initial protest. Whatever her husband wanted. The immediate thought that sprang to her mind was that he was going to parade her down there right away, but realized he wouldn't want to be seen nude in public either.

After he helped her up, she bent and picked up her top and skirt from the floor. Her mind couldn't separate from the fact that Matt had said they were going to be asking about her panties, and her face flushed again.

 

[susurrus]

While the thought of sending Christie down as she was sent a thrill of erotic danger through me, I didn't want to get anybody in trouble, especially the woman I loved and who was letting so many walls fall for me.

Maybe someday, but not right now.

Christie put her clothes back on - the ones she still possessed, anyway - and it was pretty evident she'd be plenty exposed even so. She'd left off her bra, and her nipples stood out longer than I'd ever seen them before. Of course, her panties were downstairs somewhere, presumably in the hands of the desk clerk.

Briefly, I wondered if, after retrieving Christie's little underwear from the doorway where I'd dropped it, he'd retreated into a restroom or closet somewhere to sniff them while he jerked his cock. Maybe he'd tasted them or even wrapped them around his hard-on while he stroked himself to a huge orgasm. The possibilities were mind-boggling.

I had my shirt and pants on but didn't bother with shoes. If nothing else, after this adventure, I wanted to grab a shower.

Before we left the room, I stepped in to Christie and kissed her again, once more tasting myself on her lips. While I did so, I took the waist of her skirt and rolled it up a couple times, making the hem a few inches shorter than it had started. Everything was still hidden, but it would show off the leakage down her thighs so much better.

This done, I ran a finger through a drop of cum that'd landed on Christie's upper chest and held it out to her.

"Ready to go get your panties, gorgeous?" I asked as I reached for the door handle.

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt watcher her get dressed-somewhat reluctantly it seemed. He stayed barefoot, while she'd kept her sandals on the whole time they were having sex. But before they moved towards the door, her husband reached towards her.

Moving towards him with what she hoped was a sensual slink and a smile, instead of embracing her he rolled the top of her skirt down several times, then slid it back into place around her waist. It was now on par with the shortest skirts she had ever worn. She wouldn't have to be especially careful when she moved, but bending or crouching to grab something off the floor would be a challenge to remain decent.


Just as she was about to move into the bathroom to clean off, Matt instead reached for the door handle with one hand. His other stretched out and slid a finger up the inside edge of her breast, smearing off some of his drying ejaculate before extending towards her mouth. Intuitively, she sucked his finger in, cleaning it as he asked if she was ready to get her panties.

The question once again caused the heat to rush to her face, although she forced a smile and preceded Matt through the doorway to the elevator.

 

[susurrus]

Christie hesitated for a split second as she processed that I was going through with what we'd talked about before, with having her out in public wearing my mark. It was only a second though, and she stepped past me into the hallway.

I let her take a few steps ahead of me to get a good look at what I was having my wife do. From just a couple feet away I could see wet streaks halfway to her knees. I couldn't believe I was doing this to her, but moreover, I couldn't believe she was willingly doing it.

At the elevator, Christie stopped and waited, without pressing the button. I gathered quickly that she was waiting for me to press it. Before I did, though, I snapped another couple pictures, getting proof she was actually out in public with my jizz on her face and running down her legs.

As I finally reached past her to light the call button, I placed a hand on her hip and kissed her neck.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Considering everything, it might seem more than a little weird that loving someone entailed humiliating them like this, but I was finding it to be incredibly arousing. From how horny Christie was lately, it was turning her on something fierce, too.

There was a little wait while the car made its way to our floor, but finally the doors opened.

Inside was a woman, maybe ten years or so our junior. Without hesitation, Christie stepped inside and stood beside her. I followed and the doors closed...

 

[fnchristie81]

As they paused in front of the elevator, Matt took several more pictures of her. Apparently he thought that things were more noticeable than she had hoped, and she did her best not to include any snark in the occasional glances she couldn't help but cast his way.

Even despite her husband's apparent excitement at what should have been a humiliating situation-and perhaps because of his excitement-Christie was able to tamp down the embarrassment and was actually slightly aroused. He even kissed her neck and murmured that he loved her, which ratcheted up the comparative eroticism for her and caused a soft, involuntary moan to escape her throat.

Up until the elevator doors opened. Still, she kept her head high and proud, as if being shown off as nothing except a cum receptacle wasn't a big deal. Instead, Christie stood right next to the younger woman revealed inside the car. She was acutely aware of Matt's load still not quite dry on her face and chest, the portion that was making it's way down her thighs, and the unmistakable odor of recent sexual activity. The other woman gave a brief look of surprise at seeing Christie, then stared upward at the floor indicator lights above the door while Matt entered and took his stance beside Christie.

Once the doors closed though, the younger woman spoke softly. "That's an interesting look for you," she said in a forthright manner.

Christie listened hard for any sound of judgement, but didn't hear any. "My husband thought it would be a good change," she replied. The younger woman turned to face her.

"And you?" was the question that shot back. Christie's heart fluttered nervously, and she flushed.

"He's earned the right for whatever he wants with me," Christie replied simply. The younger woman's eyebrow raised slightly, but then her mouth quirked impishly.

"Good for you guys." Suddenly, a hand reached out and hooked the deepest part of the v of Christie's top, tugging slightly and urging Christie to turn and move a little closer. The finger then lightly swept up her cleavage before equally as lightly brushing Christie's lips, then the younger woman's own. "Meghan, room 707. Just in case," she said. The incident left Christie somehow even more aroused, and confused. In case of what?

Before she got the chance to ask though, the doors were sweeping open and the younger woman stepped out and across the lobby, throwing a sly glance over her shoulder at the married couple.

 

[susurrus]

I don't know what I was expecting when the other woman gave Christie a once-over, but what did happen would have gotten my cock hard in seconds if it hadn't already been. Instead of judgment, the other woman seemed extremely aroused. I watched eagerly as she pulled Christie around to her. For a moment or two, I thought she was going to kiss my wife, but all she did was give her name and a room number. It was the way she said it, though... It dripped with the intimation that she'd be interested in exploring my Christie, and perhaps our new relationship, with us. To say I wasn't interested would be a lie in the first degree. What normal, horny man hasn't imagined his wife with another woman? This one, I'd have to have a talk with my wife about. She'd say, "Whatever you want," but it would be the first time we'd ever done anything outside our marriage, so I'd really want to make sure Christie was okay with it.

As I watched Meghan put a little more sway in her hips than looked exactly normal as she walked away from us, I wondered what was going through Christie's mind. The look the younger woman gave us just before sashaying out the door told me what her invitation meant, and it was exactly what my overactive imagination said she meant.

Anyhow, the same kid was at the desk, and that was who we'd come down to see.

There were a couple other people in the lobby, an older couple and a couple guys about the desk clerk's age. I couldn't know exactly how Christie felt at that moment, but I know I was nervous as hell, and I wasn't the one who looked like a slut. If I wanted to, I could pretend I didn't even know her. Not that I was going to do that, though. Christie was doing this, ostensibly, for me. This wasn't the kind of thing she'd do without some kind of encouragement, although I got the impression that, even through the embarrassment, some part of my wife was digging it.

Putting a hand behind Christie's back, I led her from the elevator out into public.

"Just remember that I love you and if you want to use me as the excuse for why you're there, I'm okay with that." I stopped about eight feet from the desk and let Christie make the rest of the distance on her own. To say she'd been noticed would be an understatement...