A really happened story. From our diary.
One day, after we visited “our” club (evening theme naturist), she came to me.
“Rub my pussy” she said. She spread her legs wide and I did.
“That isn’t rubbing, that is feeling.”
I continued harder.
“Harder” she said. Even five or six times and saying “Try to think I’m your sex slave, so try as hard as you can.”
I did, but it was torturing her pussy without any mercy. I was afraid to hurt her.
My beloved wife appeared to be a pain loving slut.
Cries of pain escaped from her mouth.
Finally she came, heavily shaking.
When I finished, she said:
“That is the way I was treated yesterday evening. This stranger tortured my nipples, breasts and pussy. He even tried to put his hand in my pussy. I don’t know if he succeeded. But then he started to rub my pussy as you finally did.”
“Did you love all that treatments? I asked.
“Damned yes, I encouraged him by keeping him strongly, spreading my legs for him, kissing him. Mentally it felt like I was giving away my body to him, being his best slave. He never asked me if he had to stop, he did what he wanted to do. I was his play toy. My will didn’t matter to him. Just that treatment, never asking me to stop, aroused me so much. I came without interruption at the end.
I wanted to give him his award, a BJ. But instead he fucked my throat roughly while he kept my head firmly in his hands so I couldn’t move or escape. He even commanded me to hold my hands on my back which I did. My mouth, throat, was his fuckhole. He came in my mouth, kept my nose closed with his hand so I only could swallow his huge load. We kissed for a minute or so. Thereafter he was very tender to me. He asked me if he wasn’t too rough.”
“What did you answer?”
“That I hoped to meet him again. Then we kissed again.”
“So you aren’t a HW only, you are a slut, whore, slave.”
“Yes, but that didn’t matter me. It felt wonderful to expose myself like this to the crowd which were watching. A pity that you didn't watch too.”