Stress Relief

[susurrus]

Christie shot me a look that pretty much said, "You have to ask, dumbass?" That look quickly faded though, and she reached over and started caressing my cock, which had taken a break, now that the stimulation that had been on tap all evening was briefly on hold.

She began to purr her reasons for her discomfort as she made my cock stand up at attention once more - at least, as much as it was able.

Once she was finished - talking anyway, her fingers kept going on my hard-on - I couldn't help but laugh briefly.

"You've got blue balls! I wasn't sure if that was possible for a woman!" I saw the look Christie was giving me now, and let the mirth subside. "Sorry, baby. I have no intention of leaving you hanging. I'm probably aching almost as much as you are. It was taking everything I had to not lay you over the table and fuck your lights out all night long... even before we left the house."

 

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When Matt gave his rejoinder, the look Christie shot him was one with which he-and many physicians-was well acquainted. It said without words, "You KNOW you're going to regret that!" However, Matt followed up his remark with an apology. Between that and her libidinous need, she let it slide and continued not only to tease him, but encourage him.


"Lay me over the table, huh? At home, or at the restaurant?" she teased. "To take your spunk filled wife out in public like a couple of randy newlyweds? Or do that at the restaurant, like the perv I know you to be?"

Either thought actually excited her, and even as the ache within her worsened, her free hand slipped down between her legs to begin lightly stroking her clit again.

 

[susurrus]

Fortunately my apology cooled the swift anger that I'd incurred from my outburst regarding Christie's sexual frustration, because her hand returned to my hard-on and continued to tease it while I drove.

While the tight shorts I had on were proving uncomfortable, I was glad Christie couldn't get at my cock very easily, because I knew if she was given the chance, I'd have painted the inside of the car with jizz, and... well... ew.

Christie had reached back into her pussy and was keeping her percolator at a simmer while she kept my balls a vivid shade of blue, and I didn't hold back on my moans as I drove. It was taking everything I had to maintain enough presence of mind to keep the car on the road, as much as I was ready to just pull over and lay my wife over the hood and fuck her senseless, and damn whoever might see.

Finally, we pulled into the garage. I barely waited for the door to start lowering when I dashed from the car, ran over to Christie's side and nearly yanked her from her seat.

I then shoved her against the window and mashed my lips into hers, my hard-on grinding into her stomach...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt made it very clear that he appreciated what Christie was doing, so she obligingly kept teasing the both of them while he drove. When they got home, they were barely in the garage before Matt has manhandling her out of the car and attacking her.

Previously, she'd never been one to understand women who said they wanted to be treated the way Matt was treating Christie at the moment. She'd always thought it was just to placate the guy, or to cover the woman's true thoughts. But in this situation, right now, it made Christie feel...desired...powerful...

Matt's hands were rough on Christie's body, especially her breasts and between her legs. She was equally eager, pushing whatever body part he was groping deeper into his grasp. Finally, his mouth left hers and began coursing its way down her neck amd shoulder.

"Did someone enjoy making his wife be naughty?" she gasped, out of breath from the voracious kissing he'd subjected her to. His hand almost ripped the strap of her top off her shoulder, and she heard the stitching crack in protest. "Having her dressed like a tart, making her play with herself out in public, having her let other people know she was doing it...?"

 

[susurrus]

Christie let me do whatever I wanted to as I pawed at her and kissed her more roughly than I could remember ever doing so before.

When we finally came up for air, I was surprised she had the breath to speak, but I wasn't going to stop her, because everything that came out of her mouth only notched my horniness up.

After not too long, I couldn't stand it any longer. Christie was wearing too many clothes, and so was I. I heard tearing fabric as I stripped my wife, and any other time, I'd have been apologetic as hell. This time, my cock was telling me, "Fuck it. It's only clothing. It's in the way, and you can always buy more. There's pussy under all that. Let me at it."

I felt the pre-cum as it nearly shot out of my cock when I removed the tight undershorts I'd been wearing. Kicking off my shoes, I finally stood there on the concrete in just my socks, while Christie wore nothing but her heels.

With my fucking sexy wife still letting arousing, slutty things fall from her lips, I lifted her and laid her on the hood of the car, then wasted no time shoving my hard-on into her soaking pussy...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt was almost as rough undressing himself as he was Christie. After he'd stripped both of them, he almost threw her onto the hood of his car, so much so that she went straight to her back with her legs flying up. Matt took advantage of her positioning and drove straight into her, full length. Christie groaned in satisfaction at being roughly taken like this, and wrapped her legs around his back to pull him in as deep as possible.

"Mmmmmm...that's it!" she cried out as she finally got the penetration she'd been needing all evening. Matt began driving in and out of her forcefully, her body bouncing with each inward thrust.

"I...take...it...someone...DID...like...his...wife...acting...dirty...tonight!" she said between thrusts. "Masturbating...in...public...the...waiter...knowing...probably...seeing...her...boobs..." To her surprise, talking about it with her husband was equally turning her on. "Making...her...take...her...panties...off...and...give...them...to...you...Maybe...next...time...you'd...like...me...to...just...let...him...see...all...of...them...instead...of...just...glances!" One hand started playing with her nipple, the other started rubbing her clit as Matt took her so deliciously roughly. She'd never been one for public indecency, nor even dirty talk like this, but it seemed to be doing the trick for both of them. Plus, the thought of actually having to expose herself intentionally to a man not her husband was a naughty thrill.

 

[susurrus]

My god, hearing Christie talk like this during sex was just ramping up my horniness. I was loving her discovery of this fount of dirty talk, and especially loved that she wasn't shy in using it.

Before too long, it all became too much and I started to cum. With Christie still telling him how she'd like to be displayed in public I let loose with a yell and unloaded in her.

Normally, after an orgasm, I'd be out for the count, but my cock stayed hard and I didn't feel the post-orgasm let down that I usually experienced. Apparently I was really horny.

While I didn't want to pull out, a thought occurred through my sex-muddled mind.

"Lick me clean, my beautiful slut," I panted. "I want another go at that hot cunt." Apparently I had a well of dirty talk, too, because I never thought I'd talk to my wife in such a manner...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie felt a pang of humiliation at being referred to as a slut, but also a flash of...something else. As Matt pulled out of her, she slid from the hood of the car and dropped to her knees in the garage. That was equally embarrassing. While well kept, it was still a dirty garage compared to her bedroom, or even the dining room.

Once on her knees, a devilish thought entered her mind. Matt had said to LICK him clean, rather than suck him. So that's exactly what she did. She didn't know if it was malicious compliance, or just wanting to do exactly what he told her, or if it was just because she wanted to tease him. But she placed her hands on her thighs and pushed her face forward, starting at the junction of his erection and his body and sliding her lips and tongue along his length. She could feel the wetness from both of them gathering on her cheek, which served to enhance the naughtiness of the deed.

Once at the end, she ducked her head underneath and licked up the underside, feeling their combined sexual fluids moistening her hair, forehead, and nose while also feeling them slide along her tongue until she gathered enough to swallow them.

Again at the end, she repeated the process from the first side. Her hands crept up to her breasts...breasts that almost definitely had been seen by other people-not just one, but multiple earlier that evening. She wondered how many had her pictured just as she was now-face covered in cum, her dress literally torn from her, kneeling on a garage floor, licking clean the penis that had just finished depositing the load of cum that was oozing out of her and down her thighs. She wondered, and gasped...

 

[susurrus]

I saw a brief flinch out of Christie with the words I used. Still, though, she slid off the car and to her knees.

My god, I was never going to get jaded on the sight of my wife on her knees before me. To be perfectly honest, I didn't want to get used to it. Fuck almighty was it sexy.

I half expected her to just suck me down, but I'd used the word "lick" in my command, and that's exactly what she did.

Awestruck, I watched my wife drag her tongue along my still-hard cock, getting our combined fuck fluids all on her face and in her hair and generally making a hot, naughty mess of herself. And damn, did it feel incredible! I nearly came again while she basically worshiped me.

Even once she'd finished her task - and ran my horniness up several notches from where it had settled after my first orgasm - she continued to love my cock with her tongue. I didn't bother holding back my moans. What she was doing - at my order - was fucking amazing! I found myself wishing I'd have tried this arrangement sooner in our relationship, but chances are, any other time would have simply yielded a forceful negative.

God, I didn't want to stop Christie from what she was doing to me, but I needed more from her. It was the first time in a LONG time that I'd felt the ability to cum again so soon after the first orgasm. I wasn't going to waste it if I had a choice.

"You want to go someplace more comfortable for round two?" I asked the sexy slut before me.

 

[fnchristie81]

Even when she could no longer taste both their fluids on Matt's cock, Christie continued to lick. He'd deflated some after erupting inside her, but with her ministrations was soon enough fully ready in short order. Ready enough that she swore he was going to erupt at a few different points.

Then Matt switched from commanding and dominating to his more normal self, asking if she wanted to go "somewhere more comfortable". She had to stop and think for a moment.

"If that's what you'd like," she finally answered.

 

[susurrus]

"If that's what you'd like," Christie gave in answer to my question. I wasn't actually surprised. In my reading up on the subject, I'd found the term "sub space." It had nothing to do with Star Trek communications, but I suspected Christie was in her own world, where her will was almost totally subservient to mine. The thought was both erotic and daunting as hell. At that point, I figured Christie would have marched out to the middle of the front lawn and fucked me right there for the neighborhood to see if that's what I wanted.

While the thought of such wild exhibition was naughty and thrilling as hell, there was no way I was going to do something like that. All we'd need would be for a passing squad car to find us and it'd be all over. So much for "Safe, Sane"...

Oh, and did I mention that the whole time I was making up my mind, Christie's tongue continued soaking my hard-on and balls?

"Bend over the hood," I finally told her. Fucking in a setting we'd never even thought of before was turning out to be quite the turn-on. While not taboo, having sex in the garage was thrilling in that it just shouted how horny we were, that we couldn't wait to get to the convention of the bedroom.

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt paused for a moment at Christie's comment, and she placidly continued licking him while he thought. It was only a moment though, and then he was ordering her to bend over the hood of the car.

Her knees a bit stiff from kneeling on the cold concrete, Christie stood as soon as possible and lay her torso down on the cool metal of their car. She spread her feet apart, then reached her hand back between her legs to guide Matt into her. After only a few thrusts though, she wanted more. Grasping the pair of hands that were at her hips, she arched her back. She guided one hand between her legs so that he could rub her clit, and the other hand she brought to her breast and squeezed Matt's hand, thereby squeezing her own breast. That accomplished, she placed her palms on the hood, keeping her back arched and causing Matt to rub against her g-spot.

"You filthy bastard," she half groaned to him. "Calling your wife a slut when she was just trying to make you happy...you made her do that stuff. And I think you liked it. And I think you've got more ideas in that perverted head of yours. And you deserve to have every one of them carried out for putting up with me this past year. So if you want your wife to act like a slut, that's just what she'll do. So make this slut cum, you dirty bastard!"

 

[susurrus]

Oh, fuck. The sight of Christie's pussy from behind always triggered the impulse to just bury my face right into it. It didn't even matter that she was sloppy with our combined fuck juices. I damn near just went for it, but my cock had other ideas.

I didn't even use my hand to line myself up. My hard-on knew the way. Christie helped guide me all the way in and before long, I was fucking her once more.

God, it had been so damn long since I'd been able to fuck her like this so soon after cumming. I didn't even feel the ache at the base of my cock like I usually did after an orgasm.

Usually orgasm was a far-off thing after the first cum, but almost immediately I felt the next one on its way.

I pounded Christie hard. Taking it easy wasn't an option. When Christie began to talk again, there was no doubt but that I was going to unload in her a second time.

My god, the words she was using. It was so unlike her, but the fact that they were coming to my ears with Christie's voice said that disbelief was false. I hoped like hell she didn't save such talk for sex. She could call me whatever she wanted, as long as she kept talking that way.

With my wife talking dirtier than I could remember her ever doing, I came inside her once more, this one taking even less time than the first.

I didn't take my cock out of her when my cum was over. She'd placed my hands where she wanted them, so now that I could concentrate, I was going to give her what she wanted.

Mauling the breast she'd placed my hand on, I ground my fingers into her clit. Between being impaled on my cock and being wedged against the car, even if she'd wanted to escape, she was out of luck.

Then I decided two could play the dirty talk game.

"Cum on my cock, you beautiful slut. I want you to cum until you can't stand. So I'm a dirty pervert, eh? I think we're a perfect pair. Me the pervert and you the slut who does what he tells her to do, no matter how filthy.

"Cum, my slutty bitch. If you put on a good enough show for me, I might even be able to fuck you one more time. What do you think about that? Three loads of cum in your cunt in the same night? And I want to give it to you. I want to watch it drip out of your hole and down the inside of your thighs.I want you to show me just how much of a slut I married."

I wasn't sure about the third orgasm bit, but it sounded good... and who knows? I wasn't sure I could to the second...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt started forcing himself into her so hard that Christie couldn't speak. She did her best to keep her back arched so that he could keep going at her, and soon enough she felt him pushing in deep and the warm, extra fluids inside her. Rather than pull out though, he got even rougher with her breast and clit.

And then he started talking dirty again. Calling her pussy dirty names, calling her dirty names...always before she had disdained such language, but now it was turning her on even more.

"You want your wife to look like a cum slut? Leaking cum all over, wearing it for you? Cleaning off the perverted dick that out it there?" The thought of doing both where someone might see her inexplicably excited her to the point her orgasm was approaching quickly.

"Any time...any where, you filthy pervert," she gasped at him. She braced herself more firmly with one hand, her other sliding up her body to pinch and pull at her unoccupied nipple. "If you want a slut for a wife, that's what you'll get."

The combined mental and physical stimulation ojshed Christie over the edge, and she felt her vaginal muscles clamping down on Matt's semi-rigid cock inside her. Her legs and abdomen shook, even as she let out a half-shriek that she bit off as quick as she could.

 

[susurrus]

My god, Christie was better at dirty talk than I was. My cock started hardening a third time at the sexy, filthy words than fell from her panting lips. Fuck, I wanted her to cum, and cum hard. I wanted her to squirt and bathe my cock and balls in her orgasm.

Just as I felt her pussy clench around my cock and her climax began, I whispered in to her ear, "That's right, woman. Cum like a fucking slut. Be MY fucking slut. I love you so damn much. Cum!"

And cum she did. Her body shuddered and she began to moan, but clamped down on the noise when she started to scream. I knew why she did that, but was disappointed that I didn't get the full effect of the results of the experience I'd put Christie through. Still, I was hard again and let up on my abuse of her tit and clit when I heard and felt her orgasm subside.

I held her close, not wanting to pull out of her just yet.

My breath panted in her ear as we both descended from the sexual high that had built all evening.

"Good girl," I whispered, intending to hold her until I felt her move of her own volition...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Christie began to recover from her orgasm, she realized that Matt was once again hard inside her. "The hell?" she marveled to herself. She was tired, but if her husband was wanting more...

Christie leaned down, again pressing her torso against the hood of the car. She didn't have much room, but she rocked her hips back and forth in the small amount of space she did have.

"Somebody REALLY likes the idea of having his own personal slut," she said over her shoulder. "You haven't been able to go this many rounds in quite a while. I'm going to have to keep playing to this side of you," she teased.

 

[susurrus]

I couldn't see Christie's face, but as her breathing evened out and I slowly removed my hands from her chest and pussy, she once more bent over and wiggled her hips in invitation to the hard cock that swelled inside her.

Well, of course, I couldn't be more delighted. I'd probably been in my teens the last time my cock had been so ready to go in such a short span of time.

I was about to beg off, prepared to give Christie a break, but then she started talking again...

If you think I was going to quit after some of the stuff that came from her mouth this time, you're sorely mistaken. I might not manage to cum, but I sure as hell was going to give it a try.

As I started stroking in and out of my slut's dripping, beautiful pussy, I responded, "I fucking love having my own personal slut. You've been the most gorgeous I've ever seen you tonight. By all means, you keep playing, and I'll do my damnedest to keep playing to the side of you that likes all this.

"Turn around, " I ordered. It meant I was going to have to pull out of Christie's cunt, but I wanted to watch her face. Besides, she was wet enough by now, with her own lubrication and two loads of cum from me, that I doubted there'd be any problem getting back inside her...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie turned around as soon as Matt gave her enough room, gladly allowing him the chance to relieve what had been building all evening. Sitting on the hood of the car, he easily slid back inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

"You thought I looked gorgeous with my tits all hanging out, fingers in my pussy, out in public, people knowing what I was doing? You'd like me to show other people the parts of me that only you've seen in that way before? If that's what you want, you tell me when and I'll do it. I'll be your personal slut and porn star, you perverted bastard," she groaned in his ear. The whole time she was talking, she was rocking her hips against him, her clit rubbing along his shaft and moving her along to another orgasm.

 

[susurrus]

When Christie turned, I saw wonder mixed with a continued arousal in her face. She appeared as pleasantly astounded by my ability to fuck this many times in a row as I was. Still, she didn't appear wanting to bring this to a close yet anymore than I did, and I wasted no time at all pushing my hard-on into her sloppy cunt.

And as I began ramming myself into her once more, her mouth started going again... Oh fuck. My sex addled mind was only catching part of what she was saying, but I liked it. In the back of my mind, I wondered just how far I'd be willing to take the exhibition thing I'd set in motion that night, but from the sound of things, Christie was up for it. The thought ticked my arousal up a couple notches, and any question whether I was going to be able to cum again was shattered.

I wasn't sure how my back was going to take it, but I hooked my hands around Christie's thighs then picked her up off the car. It felt like her pussy slid down my shaft another inch with her supported this way and I turned around and pressed her hard against the door that led into the house and continued to fuck...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Matt slid himself back into her, it was apparent that everything before had been gentle compared to what he was now going to do. The frenetic thrusting of his hips with the accompanying slap of his thighs against the backs of her legs was a surprisingly welcome change to the lovemaking that normally was a trademark of their sex life. Christie felt another orgasm building inside her, and knew that both Matt's animalism and her own libido were heightened both by the taboo nature of the evening and the dirty talk.

"Is that how you want to fuck your slut?" she groaned into his ear. "Is this what she has to look forward to? You teasing her until you can't stand it any more, then you just find a convenient location to pound the shit out of her?"

Matt's response to her uncharacteristic language was to hook her legs over his shoulders and carry her to the house door. She loved the helpless feeling, as well as how much deeper it seemed to get him inside her. She was loving this heretofore undiscovered side of him, and wanted to encourage it.

"If that's what you like, any time, any where," she practically groaned into his ear. She couldn't assist him in any way, being bent double and suspended as she was, but she didn't need to-Matt was merciless in his pursuit of his own orgasm. It was only moments before she was having another orgasm of her own though.

 

[susurrus]

Christ, after the second orgasm, I thought I'd be so damn wiped out that I'd be out of it the rest of the night. Here I was, fucking with greater desperation than I had in years. I knew I was going to cum again, and the fact just drove me on with more energy.

And that energy was displaying itself in probably the roughest fuck I'd given any woman in my life. Christie was slammed against the walk-in door, her pussy slicker than it had ever been, and I was pumping into her like an animal, grunting and moaning wordlessly.

Christie was loving every second, too. Either that or she was just letting me do what I wanted. Either way, it was a fabulous fuck.

Then, once I came up for air, her mouth was free and she began to talk again...

Fuck yes, I loved, loved LOVED hearing her say such things. As before, it just ratcheted my fucking up several notches. It sure as hell brought my orgasm closer to the surface.

And then, Christie came. I felt my balls get drenched. I wasn't sure that meant Christie had squirted or if it was just her releasing all the combined juices her pussy had been holding in since I'd cum in her the first time. Regardless, it sent me over the edge, too.

I pushed Christie against the door even harder as I shoved my cock as deep as I could get it and yelled my climax in Christie's face while my cock unloaded for the third time that evening...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie didn't really ever finish the orgasm, it just kept ebbing and rising as Matt continued to hammer away at her. During the brief periods she could talk, she kept up the filth that had kept both of them going for much longer than the last few years.

"Yes baby, fuck me like the slut you want me to be..." "Fill that slutty pussy with your load..." "I want to be your slut..."

It seemed like forever before Matt yelled in her ear and buried himself inside her, but she enjoyed it every second. She repeatedly spasmed on his impaling member, and was riding yet another wave as he unloaded inside her. Together they both paused and caught their breath, and slowly Matt allowed her legs to slip off his shoulders after he finally softened and slipped out of her. He kept her pinned against the door though, for which she was grateful. Her legs were weak, and it would be several minutes before she knew she could trust them to support her standing.

 

[susurrus]

My orgasm seemed to take longer than usual, even though it probably was just like every other one. I wasn't sure I was pumping anything into Christie's pussy, but it didn't matter. It was an orgasm, and fuck, did it feel good.

Christie seemed to cum right along with me, which was great, because her pussy just kept pulsing right along with my cock. However, once it all started to ebb away, it was pretty obvious it was over.

For several minutes, we just stayed where we were, panting. I kept Christie plastered against the door, because I suspected my weight was the only thing keeping her upright at that particular moment.

Eventually, though, I let her down, and slowly eased her feet to the floor, but didn't let her go until I was sure she could stand on her own.

Once she was on her feet, we just stood there and stared for well over a minute. At that point, I couldn't have loved my wife more. Hell, after how she'd performed all evening, and particularly once we arrived home, how could I possibly be disappointed?

Christie'd been doing most of the talking since we got home, and that was fine with me. The things that had been pouring from her mouth were so hot and dirty, they'd been one of the things that had kept us going since we pulled into the garage.

However, when I finally found my voice again, all I could work up was:

"God, I love you." I followed that up with a kiss. This kiss wasn't as wild as much of the kissing had been this evening, but it was no less heartfelt.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie giggled at Matt's obviously heartfelt tone.

"I love you, too," she said before kissing him again. Pushing him back a bit, she tenderly grasped his hand to lead him through the house. She left her dress, partly out of her newfound love of naughtiness and partly since it was beyond saving anyways. She led him to the downstairs bathroom, where she sat to relieve herself. Pulling him closer, she looked up at him as her free hand grasped his member.

"So dirty..." she smiled up at him, rubbing her face against it before taking it in her mouth and cleaning all their combined juices. Once she could taste no more and had finished her business, she stood and moved to the sink where she looked at herself in the mirror. "God, I look a sight," she laughed. Her face was almost entirely coated with drying cum, with some of it slightly visible in her hair.

 

[susurrus]

I let Christie lead me to the bathroom, where she sat for a pee. It was nothing she hadn't done in front of me before. Of course, I was a little surprised when she grabbed my semi-soft cock in her hand with a grin, then rubbed her face all over it, smearing the results of two fucks all over herself before licking me clean once more.

Even though I was pretty much spent, I felt myself react to what she was doing. I didn't hold back any sounds because I wanted her to know that I really, REALLY liked this new side to her.

When she stood and looked in the mirror, she examined the woman in the glass for a few seconds before laughing, "God, I look a sight!"

And, oh, she looked positively whorish, with cum all over her face and in her hair, with an "I just fucked the world" look in her eyes.

Wrapping my arms around her, I snuggled in close, pressing my cock into her ass, my cheek resting against the side of her head.

"You look fucking fabulous to me," I growled quietly into her ear, kissing the side of her neck, not caring that I could taste myself on her skin. "This just might have been the best night of my life."