My husband dragged me to that dimly lit restaurant while our daughter was away. Rule’s simple: naked under clothes. No panties. No bra. Just my sheer blouse, deep cleavage spilling out, and skirt unbuttoned up to my belly. We snag the back corner booth. Right next to two fifties couples, sipping wine, chatting low.
Their eyes hit my tits first. Plunging neckline shows half my breasts, nipples already perking. Skirt gaps open, flashing smooth skin. Husband notices. Grins wicked. Starts talking loud. On purpose. ‘Remember last sex night? My buddy fucked you with me after parading you in Colmar?’ Neighbors freeze. Ears perk up. Their talk dies.
The Thrill Ignites
Heat floods me. Pussy lips swell, slick. I spill details. ‘Loved it. That street in Colmar. You pinned me against the wall. Flipped my skirt over my belly. Fingers diving deep into my soaked cunt.’ Voice steady but pulse races. They strain to hear. Men leer. Women blush, shocked.
‘Tell me how it felt,’ he pushes. ‘Ashamed. Turned on. Your hand ruthless, probing my gut. Tourists coming. I begged to cover up. You shoved deeper. Made me stare them down.’ They slowed, gawked. ‘Slut!’ one hissed. ‘Whore!’ another spat. Couple eyed me hungry. I moaned then, pain-pleasure mix. ‘I’d do it again. For you.’
Neighbors devour every word. Buffet time. ‘Push chair back,’ he orders. ‘Let ’em see your belly.’ I obey. Skirt rides high, bald pussy peeking. ‘Bend deep at buffet. Flash those tits.’ They heard. Muttered. ‘Look at her. Shameless.’ I stand, face them. Skirt splits, lips glisten. Blouse sways, boobs bounce free.
At buffet, I lean far. Tits dangle full view. Strangers stare, cocks twitch. Back to table, skirt hiked indecent. His smile approves. ‘Naked under there? Excited?’ ‘Yes. Tits hard. Nipples stiff. Cunt spread, dripping.’ Silence from neighbors.
‘Show me.’ I unbutton more. He demands full open. I part blouse slow. Tits bare. Right there, public. Holding it wide. They gape. Insane rush. Shame burns. Pussy throbs. ‘Now fingers in your slit. Prove you’re wet.’ I slide in, pull out shiny. Obeying him before them.
Pushed to the Edge
‘After dinner, firehouse. My friend’s waiting. Call him.’ Phone out. ‘At restaurant. Blouse gaping, skirt showing my pussy lips. So horny. Come fuck me in front of hubby. Use me any way. Permission granted.’ Neighbors jaws drop. We eat. They watch.
Firehouse. His buddy leads to room. Hubby says, ‘Fuck her hard. I watch. No limits.’ Hour of filth. I suck cock deep. He pounds pussy every angle. Then ass. Ten minutes straight. Hubby spreads my cheeks, holds legs wide. Deeper. I scream.
Hubby snaps. Shoves dick down throat. Then swaps. Fucks my ass while buddy reams cunt. Cocks grind through thin wall. In-out savage. Stretching me raw. Holes gape open. No closing. Pain rips. Pleasure explodes. I cum twice, shaking.
Hubby floods throat. Buddy blasts face, hair. Smears cum on cheeks, lips. I lick clean. Deep throat last drops. Submissive slut.
Back home now. Normal life. But that thrill lingers. Secret shame. Public eyes on my exposure. Double stuffed like meat. Craved it. Will again. Hope you loved my dirty night. Being their fucktoy? Pure fire.