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My husband (29) and I (31) went to stay with his friend X, this total ladies’ man who lives in a tiny studio flat right in the Edin. X is the kind of guy who flirts with everyone, including me, and he’s never been shy about it. I’ve always joked with my husband about it, and he’s joked right back about me “whoring around.” Nobody else knows he’s a cuck, of course.
I’d been planning this for weeks. I wanted to be a proper slut for my husband.
We got to X’s place in the morning. I hugged him tight, kissed him on both cheeks, and told him how good it was to see him after so long. We had coffee, caught up, the boys chatting away. I excused myself to shower and get ready. I took my time in there, feeling that naughty thrill knowing they were just on the other side of the door while I was completely naked.
I changed into a pretty floral top (no bra) and a satin skirt. Before I left the bathroom I deliberately left my used panties hanging on the railing next to my towel. I did my makeup, stepped out feeling sexy as hell, and caught up with X while my husband went to shower. I started teasing him straight away.
“So… is this top too revealing?” I asked, all innocent. He said no. I smirked and bent forward right in front of him. “What about now? Can you see my nipples?” They were hard and clearly visible from the top as a down blouse view. He just stared for a second and mumbled something like “Um… not really.” That little rush of power felt so good.
We spent the day at shows, drinking through the pubs, meeting his friends. By the time we got back to the flat it was late. My husband changed, lay down on the double air mattress, and pretended to be absolutely knackered. He was out like a light in minutes… or so X thought.
X started rolling joints. I sat with him, then we went out to the little balcony to smoke. It was chilly, so I cozied right up against him. He slipped his arm around my hips. I teased him about not being able to bring any girls back tonight because we were staying over. He laughed, but I pushed it further: “I did catch you staring at my tits earlier though.”
He admitted he usually does more than just look. His hand slid down to my ass and I let him. I even pressed closer, wrapping my arm around him. After we finished the first one we went back inside. My husband was still “asleep.” I told X, “Don’t worry, he’s a really deep sleeper,” knowing full well my husband was wide awake and listening.
X rolled another. This time when we stepped onto the balcony he pulled the curtains and closed the door behind us. The second we were alone he grabbed my ass and I kissed him hard. We made out like teenagers, his hands all over me, sliding inside my top, squeezing my tits. I could feel how hard he was. I dropped to my knees right there, unzipped him, and took him in my mouth. He wasn’t the biggest, but fuck, the whole situation made it insanely hot.
He pulled me up, turned me around, lifted my skirt, and pushed inside me. We fucked right there on the balcony at 1am, the city noise somewhere below us. When he said he was close I spun around, dropped to my knees again, and let him cum all over my tits.
We smoked another joint like that, me topless, his cum still dripping down my chest. Then I casually walked back inside, still half-naked. X looked nervous that my husband would wake up. I just shrugged and whispered, “He sleeps like the dead,” loud enough for my husband to hear.
I jumped in the shower, cleaned up, changed, and slipped into bed with my husband. The second I was under the covers he pulled me close and fingered me slowly while we both stayed quiet. He was rock hard the whole time.
The next day we left. I “accidentally” left my panties behind for X.
My husband loved every second of it. Still does.