My New Slut Wife

Written by smbell

Part 1 - Meeting my wife

What could be better on a glorious summer day than cruising in a large convertible, top down, enjoying the countryside. OK, a few things, but I was just divorced, and trying to forget the past, adjust to being alone, not certain I wished for another woman now. I had been hurt, and only slowly healing.

So summer, country lanes, a nice car. No responsibilities, no cares. No need to be anywhere at any time. Just the rest of my life to enjoy.

And the rest of my life was about to get much better.

A quiet coutry lane. Around the bend, a layby. A hitchhiker. My cock had me slowing down before I even realised what I was seeing. Short, short skirt. Blowing in the breeze. Junction of legs almost visible. Small, small shirt, tied loosely below breasts, breasts straining at the fabric. Peeping over the top, barely restrained. Long, long legs. Well muscled, tanned, slightly parted. Flat stomach, taut, smooth. Slim face, shoulder length blonde hair. My mind was only just behind my cock, and congratulating him on his taste already. A bit of company would be nice, and company dressed like this, looking like this, would fuel fantasies for life.

The car stopped, and I turned to watch her jog up to me. Tits were bouncing, moving in a way that caused an immense strain in the front of my trousers. Skirt flew. Pants were visible, tight skin colour. Wrong -- NONE. Cock was aching to get out, see for himself. No manners, but understandable.

She stopped, leant over. Nice view of tits, of nipples, of dried cum? More in hair. Trickle running down her leg. God, she was gorgeous. Beautiful smile. Looked very friendly. Lovely voice. "Could I have a ride."

A million choices flew around my mind. Gentleman saying one thing, cock saying another. A whole second for cock to win. I pulled him out of the leg of my shorts, looked down. "Sure, he's ready."

Her smile grew. "More room in the back." Lovely voice. An angel on Earth. Perfect.

I shut the engine off and climbed into the back, lying on the bench. She followed me effortlessly, moving like an athlete. She started to lower herself, reached for cock, as I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards my face. I had to taste, and see. I could already see the spunk running down her thighs, the open lips of her fanny, pink and full of blood, knew I wasn't the first today, and by the looks of it might not even make it into the first ten. But I had to taste anyway. She started to look slightly concerned, "You might not want to.." ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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