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For my husband's birthday, I told him I loved him while a stranger came in my pussy

Someone suggested I try writing about a more recent slutty experience, and well, nothing is more recent than my husband's birthday night about two weeks ago.

It's worth noting up front-- I have total freedom in my marriage to sleep with whom I choose, and from time to time I exercise that freedom.  However, I've never done it in front of my husband, for no other reason than's always said he prefers knowing I could always be out there, getting my pussy filled with a stranger's cum. But for reasons that don't matter here, he told me he wanted to watch me pick someone up and fuck them as a birthday present. I was beyond thrilled-- I love being his slutwife, and I've ALWAYS wanted to show him how much of a slutwife I can be.

We already had a hotel room booked in the city, and I told him the best chance was to head out to a club. I put on a very short red mini dress with nothing underneath, and we headed out. Once there, I told him that while he was going to watch later, it would be easier for me to find someone by myself.  So I had him sit tight at one of the bars, and headed off on my own for a bit.

It didn't take long before  a group of guys picked me up. We started flirting, I told them what was on the menu for the evening. A few of them were interested, and after some dancing, making out, and light petting, I picked the one with the largest bulge. My husband's cock is well above average in length and girth, and I wanted him to watch his slutwife with someone at least his size. I took him back to my husband, and we left to go back to the room. My husband went a bit ahead of us, giving us time to get to know each other one the short walk back.

Each step back to the hotel room got me more excited and wetter. By the time we arrived at the room, I felt like my pussy was dripping down my legs. Yes, I was looking forward to fucking the guy, and yes, he was an attractive, tall black man, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to look like from my husband's viewpoint. All I could think about was giving him the best show I could think of.

There was no pretense in the room. The door was barely closed before I jumped on him, kissing him, and within a minute he was sitting on the bed, his large cock and balls in my mouth. He actually ended up being quite a bit larger than my husband, which was fine because I felt incredibly sexy gagging on a cock while being watched. The guy put his hand on my head, but he didn't need to-- I was already fucking my throat on him.

As much as I love sucking cock-- and I really do-- and as much as it turns out I love my husband watching me sucking cock, I really needed him in my pussy. I took my dress off, and he took his clothes off, and I lay on the bed next to him. He lay on his side, and I pulled my legs up and back to give my husband a view, and he slid his cock into me. My pussy took him easily, and he started to fuck me in front of my husband.

He was actually a really good fuck, and his dick felt great, but giving my husband a show was what was dominating my thoughts. Yes, he's seen me as we've fucked thousands of times, but I wanted him to see me as a total slut on someone else's cock. I didn't look at him, but I kept thinking about what I must look like, my legs spread back, taking dick, talking dirty. It was so intense, it didn't take long before my husband told the man I was about to cum-- and he was right. He knows me so well. I came hard.

After that, I rode him, first facing him, then facing my husband. I don't normally enjoy facing away when I'm on top, but sitting there facing my husband, legs spread, the man's cock pistoning in and out of me while I rubbed my swollen clit? Yeah, I came again fast.

At that point, though, I wanted to wrap it up.  I actually don't love marathon sex sessions, and as phenomenal as he felt, every single thrust made me want my husband more and more-- I wanted my husband to fuck his slut, tell me what a good slut I am, how sexy I am, how hot I looked cumming on someone's cock, and whatever other degrading praise he could come up with. So I held my hands out to my husband, who came over and gripped them, and we looked into each other's eyes as I started to grind and slam my cunt on the man inside me.

It didn't take long. I felt his fingers grip my waist, his pumping get more urgent, his cock get harder.  I slammed my hips on him harder, too, nodding at my husband. He nodded back, and I stared him in the eyes, repeating that I loved him, as I felt the man inside me start to cum. I often cum when I feel a man cumming in me, and my husband knew what was happening as my eyes rolled back and I started panting more than talking to him. I gripped my husband's hands hard and came harder as the stranger's cum filled me up.

When we were both done cumming, I asked my husband if he wanted to watch the pullout. Of course he did so I had my husband sit down and watch as I dismounted. It felt like I had a half gallon of cum in me, but it turned out to be both very thick and very deep, so I had to push a few times before a large glob fell out of my used hole. I could feel I still had a lot in me, so I squatted down with my legs spread, and told the man I wanted to clean his cock. I figured my husband would appreciate watching more of the thick cum drip out of me with a cock in my face. Even if he didn't, I was in the mood to be filthy, anyways.

After I was content that he had a good show, I got up and said I was going to go to the bathroom to clean up. That was my husband's signal to get the guy out of there. So I went to the bathroom and closed the door, and while I had every intention of cleaning up, I changed my mind. I was naked, my pussy was aching for my husband and smeared with cum, and I was in the mood to be dirrrrrrrty.  I shrugged, and instead of cleaning up, I laid a towel down, got on my knees with my ass in the air, and started to rub my pussy, waiting for my husband to come find me.

(Story not my own)

“Who are you?”

“I’m next”

It is all any of the men she was entertainment for at the party said to her about their identities all night long.