Annie – Party Wife

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Annie – Party WifeAnnie and I were at a party one night last summer. It was pretty warm, the music loud, the dance floor crowded and the beer flowing. Annie had not eaten before the show and it had not taken many drinks to get her past the ‘well-behaved lady’ stage and on to the ‘party girl’ she became when charged up. I’d seen her slut-side emerge before and it was obviously about to take over again any minute. I loved my wife dearly … and I also loves the slut in her.We’d been there about three hours and I’d spent most of the night talking to friends and dancing with a couple of old flames. I was aware Annie was flitting about, talking to various people and drinking whatever anyone poured into her glass. I’d see her chatting, mainly with guys, and then I’d lose her in the crowd, only to spot her a little later talking, or more like flirting with someone else.Neither of us are young anymore but Annie has that inate sex appeal that has less to do with appearance and more to do with personality. She was still attractive to look at but she gave you such a ‘come on’ in conversation that guys were instantly drawn to her. I knew she was having fun, flirting for all she was worth, so I left her to enjoy the evening.A little later I went looking for her and saw her through the crowd dancing very close and sexy with a tall, young fellow. I watched as she and the guy tongue-kissed on the dance floor. When the music stopped, still in the dance embrace, they exchanged a few words, Annie nodded up at him, took his hand and led him out the back door. She was going to fuck him. I could read it in her body language.I was tempted to follow them but decided it would be better just imagining what they were doing, rather than skulking around the corner, risking being spotted by someone bahis siteleri else at the party. Better they think I don’t know what’s going on than have them think I’m spying on my wife cheating.Nearly 30 minutes later, Annie reappeared at the doorway, alone. Her hair was pretty messed up, her face wet with sweat, her stockings stuffed into her handbag and carrying her shoes. It must be difficult be half-wasted, just-fucked and have to try to walk straight in those ‘fuck me’ heels.‘Where have you been? I couldn’t find you anywhere and I was worried about you.’Annie looked up at me – guilt written all over her face.‘I just went for a walk. I was feeling a bit sick and thought the fresh air would do me good.’I could tell she was lying but why? Where had she really been?As she turned to look for her drink the light shone on her tight black, spaghetti strap tank top. There were several spots on it – milky spots, glistening in the light. My groin twitched. ‘What’s that on your blouse?’Wobbling unsteadily on her feet, Annie looked down and stared for a moment at the sticky blobs.‘Don’t know,’ she lied. ‘Something must have dripped on me.’ Hah! Something dripped on her alright. More like ‘blew’ on her.‘Was there someone with you?’ I said.‘Mmm. One of the guys at the party followed me. He said he was concerned about me.’‘Looks like he took care of you pretty well,’ I said.Annie just looked down at her feet, trying to hide the guilt in her face.Maybe a lot of guys would get mad with this situation but I loved the game of slowly getting her to confess she’d been fucked. It was a self-inflicted tease for me; she looked so guilty and her vain attempts to lie, like a schoolgirl caught smoking behind the sports shed, only heightened my excitement.‘That’s cum on your top isn’t canlı bahis it?’… ‘No,’ still hiding her eyes.‘You sucked someone’s dick didn’t you?’… ‘No.’‘And I bet you fucked him too.’Long pause, looking sheepishly aside, … ‘No.’As Annie stood mutely, chewing her bottom lip nervously, I slid my hand under her skirt and between her legs. Her panties were gone, stockings off, and her cunt was very wet and slippery. She stood still, frozen with the reality of her guilt. With two fingers I scooped some juice from her cunt, sniffed it and ran my fingers under her nose.‘Well whatever dripped on your shirt must’ve run down between your legs.’Sheepish silence. A coy look up at me. ‘Annie, we both know it’s cum; a man’s cum. You’ve sucked a cock and fucked someone and it’s OK. I’m not angry. I love you Honey and I love it when the slut in you takes over. The dreamy, wanton look on your face as you looked into his eyes and walked out holding hands told the story. It said ‘I want to fuck you – now – somewhere – anywhere. I want to feel your cock inside me, hot and throbbing. I want to feel you cum inside me.’Annie looked up at me, saying nothing but appealing for my understanding and acceptance. I drew her to me, hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, still sweaty from her exertions.She looked up at me and kissed my lips – short pecking taps – and pressed her mound against me. Her manner changed; the flirting slut was re-emerging.‘You’re not angry are you? Your dick is very hard.’ she said, rubbing it slowly through my pants. ‘Do you want to fuck me too? Do you want to slide inside me and feel his sticky cum against your dick?’The coy and guilty wife had slipped away again and Annie the slut was back. God it made me so hard it hurt.‘Yes, desperately. Take me to where you güvenilir bahis fucked him and I will fuck you there too.’Annie drove her tongue into my open mouth, grabbed my hand and led me around the house behind all the parked cars.She stopped by a silver Mercedes, hiked her skirt up, slid back along the bonnet and spread her beautiful legs wide.‘Come on big boy. Fuck me while I’m hot. I want you inside me.’I undid my jeans and Annie reached for my dick, threading it through her matted pubic hair and wiping it up and down her slippery slit before and guiding it into her gaping cunt.As I settled into a vigorous humping motion, punctuated by Annie’s lustful grunts, I noticed there was a man sitting in the front seat, watching us. A woman’s head suddenly rose up from his lap and after a moment’s pause, disappeared below the dashboard again, then bobbed up and down rhythmically. His eyes closed over and I continued to pump into Annie’s willing body. I could feel the other guy’s cum squishing around my dick and start to run out and over my balls and down onto Annie’s twitching arse crack. Within minutes, the excitement of the moment took over and, grunting like a pig, I blasted all I had into her as she thrust her cunt hard against me, clutched my neck, and rammed her tongue halfway down my throat. We lay there a few minutes, panting and gasping, then stood up, straightened our clothes and started to walk back to the party.As we passed the window of the car we had just fucked on, the guy inside wound the window down – with the woman still bobbing up and down on him.‘Hey man,’ he called out. ‘Can I have the next go with that slut? She’s fuck’n hot man. I’ve been in this car for two hours and you’re the fourth guy that’s fucked her on the bonnet! Judging by the wedding ring on her finger, some lucky bastard will get her home tonight with Christ-knows how many loads in her. Hope he likes sloppy seconds.’I smiled and squeezed Annie’s hand.‘Yeah man, he loves it. She’s all yours when you’re ready.’

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