Wife’s night out

Wife tells husband about her night out and why she arrived home such a mess. This is her latest adventure so many more to share if you like it

Rachel slouched against the kitchen counter, her fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. Andy leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, his brow arched as he watched her. She’d been home for twenty minutes, and already the air between them crackled with something electric, part curiosity, part hunger. The way her lips curled when she recounted the night told him everything he needed to know.

“So there I was,” Rachel said, swirling the dregs of her drink, “leaning against the bar, waiting for Laura to come back from the loo.

This bloke sidled up beside me. Tall, dark hair, a cocky grin that screamed he knew exactly how good he looked. He leaned in, close enough that I could smell his aftershave, something expensive and intoxicating and said, "You’re far too beautiful to be drinking alone, love." I laughed it off and told him I was waiting for a friend, but he didn’t take the hint. His hand brushed against my arse when he reached for his pint, and instead of pulling away, I froze. His fingers lingered, squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch.

"Did you let him?" Andy growled, his jaw tightening.

Rachel nodded, biting her lip. "I didn’t say no but was interrupted when Laura came back and we found a quiet table. She spent ages telling me about the barman who had chatted her up when she got drinks.

“It was my round so I went to the bar, he was still there, I had to squeeze in close to him to get to the front. I could feel his body pressing against me, heat radiating off him when he whispered in my ear, *‘I want to fuck you.’* I told him I was by married, but you know what he said?"

Andy didn’t answer, just gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. Rachel smirked.
"Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!.”
And then I did something reckless, as I sat back down I could feel him watching me, so I hiked up my skirt and flashed him. Just a quick flash, enough to see the shock and then the hunger in his eyes.

Andy groaned, shifting in his seat, but Rachel wasn’t done.
“The next time I went to the bar, he was waiting. This time his hand snaked up my skirt, his fingers finding me soaking wet. He ground his cock against my arse, his breath hot against my neck. "You’re fucking dripping," he murmured, and I moaned before I could stop myself. His fingers worked me over, slow and deliberate, until I was trembling, my legs shaking so hard I had to grip the bar to stay

Andy’s cock twitched in his jeans. He knew that tone—the one that meant she’d been bad, that she’d liked being bad. “Didn’t stop him, huh?”

Rachel laughed, low and throaty. “Nope. So he leans in, whispers right in my ear “I’m going to fuck you.” She mimicked the guy’s voice, rough and confident. “No preamble, no sweet talk. Just… that.” Her fingers trailed down her throat, over the neckline of her top, like she could still feel his breath on her skin. “So I followed him outside. Along the canal. Dark, quiet. Perfect.”

Andy’s breath hitched. He could picture it—the way the streetlights would’ve caught the curve of her hips as she walked ahead, the sway of her arse in her tight skirt. “And?”

“And he kissed me.” Rachel’s voice dropped, huskier now. “Then he pushed me to my knees. His cock was… fuck, Andy. Thick. Veiny. *Long*. I could barely get my lips around it.” She licked her own lips, slow, deliberate. “He fucked my mouth like he meant it. Hands in my hair, telling me what a good little cock sucker I was.

Andy groaned, shifting in his seat. "For fuck’s sake, Rachel."

She smirked. "Oh, it gets better. He bent me over, kicked my legs apart, and fucked me right there with my tits swinging free. Didn’t even bother taking my top off proper—just yanked it down so he could watch them bounce while he pounded into me."

Andy’s hand moved up her thigh, squeezing. "Did he cum inside you?"

Rachel laughed breathlessly. "No, I told him I wasn’t on birth control and he didn’t have a codon so he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my arse.

Andy groaned, adjusting himself. His wife had a filthy mouth when she was turned on, and right now, she was *dripping*. “Christ, you’re filthy.”

She grinned. “Oh, it gets better. When we were done, I went back inside, but Laura was gone. Thought I’d gone home. So *he* comes back in, all smug, and offers me a bed for the night.” Her fingers traced circles on the countertop. “On one condition.”

“You shared it.”

Rachel nodded.

Andy’s grip tightened. "And you said yes?"

She nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Spent the whole night in and out of his bed. Every room. Every hole. He fucked me in the hallway, the kitchen, the bloody bathroom. Didn’t let me sleep once."

Rachel leaned forward, her voice a whisper now. “By then I had given up caring, I was his to do with what he wanted. He had this way of filling me up, then pulling out just to watch his cum drip out of me before he pushed it back in with his fingers. Over and over.” Her thighs pressed together, like she could still feel the ghost of him between them.

Andy’s fingers slipped under her skirt, teasing the damp outline of her pussy. "Did he fuck your arse?"

Rachel gasped as his fingers found her clit. "Twice. And he made me suck him off between every session. I know I make you wash before I suck your cock, I didn’t care with him, my mouth was his to fuck.

Andy’s breath was hot against Rachel’s ear. "What about this morning?"

He woke me up with his cock in my mouth, then fucked me again before I could even catch my breath."

Andy’s control snapped. He grabbed her, spun her around, and pressed her against the counter, his mouth crashing onto hers. Rachel moaned into the kiss, her hands fumbling with his belt. “Did he make you cum?” he growled against her lips.

“So many times I lost count,” she gasped. “But the best part? This morning, he offered me a lift home.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his boxers. “Said I had to suck him off by his car first. Had his fingers in my pussy the whole drive.

We stopped in a lay-by, cars just passing by and I sucked him off while they beeped and cheered. Then I rode him right there, tits out, his hands all over me. When he bent me over the bonnet, I could see the cars slowing down, people watching. Fuck, Andy, I came so hard.”

Andy didn’t wait. He hiked her skirt up and drove into her in one rough thrust. Rachel cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. “He left me at the door,” she panted, her voice ragged as he fucked her against the counter. “Face a mess, smelling like sex, my knickers soaked in his cum, stuffed in my bag.” She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Think I liked that part the most. Walking in here, knowing you’d know.”

Andy groaned, his rhythm stuttering as her words pushed him closer. “Fuck, you’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you?”

Rachel’s laugh was breathless, triumphant. “Only for you dear.” She kissed him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth just as his cock pulsed inside her, filling her up exactly like that stranger had. When he finally pulled back, both of them gasping, she smirked. “Though… I did give him my number.”

Andy’s eyes darkened. “You didn’t.”

Rachel winked, slipping out from under him to saunter toward the stairs, her arse still on display where he’d yanked her knickers aside. “Maybe. Maybe not.” She glanced back over her shoulder, her smile pure sin. “But if he calls… you do want to watch, don’t you?”