A ALUCINANT NIGHT: MY HUSBAND'S PUTA

What I now report is not a mere fantasy, but something that really happened between my husband and me. My husband and I have always been very hot in bed, we would like to risk making love in public places, using toys like handcuffs, sales and other things more... Laughter!!! Paul my husband had long insisted that I fulfill his fantasy of dressing up as a showgirl and going out on the street. I didn't like your anxiety and insistence that I, your wife, your wife and lover dress up as a whore, and worse, to show off on the street like any other. Well, he insisted so much that one day I decided to surprise him. It was a wedding anniversary. We were three years together. I'm a normal woman, no model, mannequin 38, 1.73 in height, 62 kg, dark brown hair, honey-colored eyes, medium-to-large breasts and a beautiful for thighs that make men drool when I wear short skirts. Of course my butt is also very appetizing, like that of all typical Brazilian ... Laughter!!! My husband is a hot man and very, very handsome. Paul is 1.83 in height, 76 Kg, strong and with a look and a pair of hands that when they grab you they leave you completely wet before him, you are completely at the mercy of his wills and beatings. When he came home on March 24th I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed, dressed, if I may say I was dressed... Laughter...with a sticky red micro skirt that left the pulp of my butt totally showing, a black thong and transparent panties in front, a very cleavage top that left my back and tummy out, black high heels, red lipstick and large rings earrings. Paul was shocked to see me like that, after all she was “dressed” just as he fantasized, she was a legitimate street whore. He got silly and dropped everything he was carrying on the floor while I was smiling at him and staring at him with a horny face, dying to have him between my legs. When he sat on the couch to recover from the surprise, I slowly crossed his legs so that he could look between them, I walked up to him and sat on his lap, giving him a kiss in his mouth and whispering in his ear: - Honey, I hope you enjoyed the surprise, because today I'm starving! – then I looked him in the eye staring him, he tried to say something, but was stopped by me that I put my finger in his mouth and said: - No, no words today, come on, you didn't want a street whore, now you have one, let's go to the area! He smiled happy he got up and we went to the car. Thank God it was already dark and no neighbor saw me in that production for my hubby. Laughter!! We start walking through the streets of our city, Santa Maria, downtown Rio Grande do Sul. Here there are traditional streets that night is the place where showgirls, the women of life score. We went through some, I was excited, but at the same time I was afraid my husband would see me there, along with prostitutes and transvestites. I was afraid you might assault me, afraid I'd fight clients with her. My husband noticing my nervousness said: - Calm down my love, I'll take you to your own spot! You'll be the only street whore there! - What? And smiled in a way that left me with the flea behind my ear, after all; what was he up to?? After a few minutes the car stops. The street was deserted, dark, lit only by a few light posts, but it proved to be a place of wealthy people. My excitement loses to my fear of being caught like that on the street, my friends, relatives knowing, after all the city wasn't that big. Paul hands over my face and comforts me by saying that it was okay, that if I didn't want him to understand. But I'd come this far, I wouldn't give up, I'd go all the way. I got out of the car, and I started walking around a lot, every step I took the micro skirt went up and over, I had to keep putting it down with my hands. My husband must have been looking at me; I could feel his eyes devouring me. Then I hear a car run. Paul was leaving me there, alone like that. I panicked, what could I do?? I left without money, with nothing, the purse was empty only a complement to my husband's fantasy. I stood still, no action, even if I had money I wouldn't have the courage to call a taxi. Suddenly I see my husband's dearly bent the corner towards me, so I understood what he wanted. I was relieved and tried to get into the mood of your fantasy. When Paul's car slowed down to look at me I said: Hey, yummy, you up for some fun? He stopped the car, and I went to the front passenger window, leaning over it. My breasts looked like they were gonna jump out the size of the neckline of that top. How much does the show cost?? - He asked. - R$ 50. What do you do? - He asked. Everything, I'm complete! He thought a little and told me he wanted to check out the “goods” before taking it. What a bastard!! So I got up and walked around the car, passing in front of him, wanted him to see my body, wanted to show off to my “client”. When I got to the driver's door, he opened the glass and I leaned over. So Paul put his hands on my breasts, one hand on each and began to massage, squeeze... it was tasty, very tasty. Paul then lifted my top releasing my breasts to be sucked by his hot, hungry mouth. He sucked, sucked, licked my nipples, his tongue around my halos, and then Paul took a light bite of my peckers. I was very excited, and I didn't even care about the fact that I was out on the street with my breasts on the outside, I didn't think about the possibility of a car passing by, of being caught in that situation. Then Paul said: - Show me the rest, I want to see if you're worth the $50. Dog! I'm sorry. I wanted to humiliate myself, but I confess... I was loving... I should have done it a long time ago. So I walked away a little bit, looked at the sides and lifted the micro skirt giving him the sight of my pussy, since the panties were transparent in front and was already all wet due to the degree of my excitement. I forgot to say before that I had shaved myself all for that night, leaving only one trail for my flower, as my husband called my pussy. Paul opened the door and told me to approach that he wanted to see me better, to examine more carefully the merchandise he was going to carry. So I went to him keeping the microskirt up. I got very close to him. Paul began by passing his hands on my legs, squeezing; he went up to my thighs with his enormous and firm hands; then I feel his hand over my tiny panties, touching my insides. I hang my head back, close my eyes. ..that was too good. My “client” lowers my panties to my knees, I go crazy with that situation...any car passing by at that moment, anyone in one of those houses, would see at that moment a beautiful woman like me, with her breasts outside, keeping the micro skirt up, and her panties on her knees. That's crazy! Paul then began to touch me on the clitoris, squeezing, one of his little fingers passed in my pussy and entered...our, was delirious of pleasure. So I hear a clasp noise being opened. I look at Paul and he says: - Shut up, bitch, suck my ass! Without arguing, I bow before that man and mouth all his cock with fury, while I continue to be masturbated by Paul who now has two fingers inside me. My pleasure is so much that I no longer think of anything, of danger, of that situation, I just wanted to give and receive pleasure. I suck my man's cock, going up and down as I roll in his hand, put it all in my mouth, and shoot my tongue moving from that delicious mast. Then I'd come down and lick him from the head to the bag and put the bag in his mouth. Paul's dick was pulsing in my hands, I knew he could come at any moment, so I swallowed him all over again...it didn't take long and joy in my man's hand and he inside my mouth moaning a lot, calling me a dirty bitch and saying I didn't want his fucking dirty car, which was for me to swallow everything like every bitch does. Wow, those words were messing with me, I was enjoying it. I kept sucking my man and then his dick gave him life signs, he was ready for another. Paul had already changed his little hole and his finger was now playing in the entrance of my little ass. He loves to eat my ass, says it's tight and I skin his dick. So he tells me to get up and take off all my panties, smelling as he looks me in the eye, and throws him in the back of the car. -Now ride a little bitch, ride your ass!! You didn't have to ask twice. Paul hit the seat as far back as he could and I climbed up on him, guiding his cock to my wet little yawn and thirsty for his prick. I put it in the lobby, and I rolled around nice until she disappeared all inside me. Then I started riding very slowly looking into the eyes of that bastard I love so much, while he squeezed my breasts with both hands, rubbing them against each other. Paul then in an authoritarian gesture, worthy of those who are paying for pleasure, tells me to ride better, who has met many street whores who rode much better than I. Wow, that messed with my pride. I started to climb up and down that piece of meat that belonged to me fast, left only the tip and went down with all the force, rubbed my breasts on his chest, on his face, put it in his mouth so he could milk me like I was a cow. Soon Paul put his hands on my ass and a little finger in my ass and soon enjoyed being accompanied by me shortly thereafter. We were hugging for a while, clinging while we recovered. Soon Paul began to kiss my neck, to bite my shoulders, his hands went through my back, clenched my butt, opened my ass to his little finger in my ass. I tried to kiss his mouth, but Paul looking at me seriously said he wouldn't kiss a cocksucker whore's mouth. Wow! It was turning me on; its rude and vulgar way to meddle, not to say low. I was, not liking it, but loving being treated like that. I knew that night wouldn't be over until he ate my ass. Paulo was crazy about anal sex, and I, to be honest, don't go behind. Laughter!! Then I grabbed his dick and started a delicious hand job while kissing his strong, manly chest. Paul, who was there at that moment not my husband, but my client was in the clouds, his eyes were closed, and he groaned hot asking me not to stop. Of course I didn't stop, I was still missing something... ..full service, so my client would always come back... Laughter!!! Laughter!! Laughter!! Soon Paul left that passive stage and took over the situation. In a firm, authoritarian tone, he told me to get out of the car, which I did and then he came down behind me and grabbed me in front of the car. He then turned my back and forced me to lean over the hood of the car. My breasts touched the can causing the creeps. Paul guided his instrument of pleasure to my pussy and when I barely felt his dick in the entrance, he pushed hard... I felt in the clouds. He then began to stock me with strength, too much strength... like a real animal. He'd hold on and squeeze my breasts... at some point he said in my ear that's how you eat whores like me. So he pulled his dick out of my pussy and put it in my ass and pushed it through his head, then started spanking my ass saying I was a whore, a cheap corner bitch... told me to roll in his dick until she disappeared all inside me. As a good sex worker, I obeyed. Soon his prick was all inside me. I could feel his dick pulsing while he was standing there watching his dick disappear inside my tight little ass. He'd roll yummy on his dick, take it off almost all, feeling just his little head inside me, then he'd roll over and swallow an inch from his hot cock with my velvety ass, as my husband used to say. Then he started to pull my hair and slap my butt saying...” that little bitch rolling hot, bitch. Can you imagine if your father opens the door now to see you giving away naked, offered, being stuck in a bitch?” So I thought it was weird, and I realized we were on the street where my parents lived, two houses away. ..ours, a nervousness took over me, but it was so good that I decided to finish, after all if we hadn't been caught; besides, the one in the rain is to get wet... laughs. Soon my man hugged me hard by pulling me to you, leaving all his cock inside me... I felt his dick pulsing inside my little ass and his joy flooding my body. I came along with my husband fainting on the hood of the car. A few minutes later we were in the car smiling at each other and I called him crazy for what he did to me, making me dress like a whore and eating on my parents' street, like any other. He smiled and kissed me hot on the mouth, a warm, humid, passionate kiss. So I said: «"I thought that whore did not kiss!" he answered: “You are my private bitch, you are mine, only mine!” Smile and kiss again. You know what? When we got home, I demanded payment for my services... Laughter... and he happily paid... Laughter. If you liked that tale, encourage me to tell you the other things my husband and I did, on a bridge and in a cemetery... it was crazy. Vote for that tale. If you want to talk to me, tell me your experiences, fantasies and wishes my MSN is: [email protected] Orkut: Lord Din Dankan Gmail: [email protected]