A night of surprises

[oztn]

This happened about 10 years ago but it is something that I think about often because so much happened that I can hardly believe that it really did happen. My husband had heard from friends from the UK that were visiting Australia and wanted to catch up, they used to play football together and were flying up to Tropical North Queensland the next day, I had already arranged to go out to dinner with some girlfriends so he invited them over to our place for drinks.
My husband loves for me not to wear panties when I wear a skirt, whether I am with him or not, I am an exhibitionist, he is a voyeur so we make the perfect couple. He also loves me to wear stockings and a suspender belt when I wear a longer skirt, so for the night with the girls I wore along black skirt with a slit up the side, black stockings, suspender belt and high heels. On the top I a wore a totally see through skin tight black top with no bra and a little waistcoat which hung open at the front. He also likes me to flash my boobies and pussy from time to time as he loves to hear about it after.
I was picked up by a taxi, as I intended to have a few drinks that night, this was before the footballers arrived. We were meeting at a favourite local restaurant where I was to meet the other girls, some were already there when I arrived and we had a few drinks in the crowded little bar whilst we waited for the others. This meant that I was sitting on a high bar stool with my legs crossed showing stocking tops and bare thighs to anyone that wanted to look, and there was plenty of interest from the men in the bar, I felt safe as they were all there as couples being accompanied by either their wife or girlfriend, so it was very much a case of looking but not touching. From time to time I would allow my little waistcoat to gap open so that I was also exposing my bare boobies under the see through top, again creating much interest among the guys in the bar. After a little while we were shown to our table which was in the middle of the restaurant and I noticed with interest that on the 3 tables that I could see were 3 sets of 2 couples and that all 6 of the guys were facing me. I saw this as an opportunity with huge potential for a little flashing as I became less inhibited a more flirty after a few drinks.
I saw one of the guys staring at me so I crossed my legs very slowly so that he would see that I was not wearing panties, his wife/girlfriend was talking to him and he was ignoring her until she shouted at him, he quickly looked back at his wife whilst I chuckled to myself. I sometimes shave down there and other times don't, this night I was newly shaven and completely bald. my bag was by my chair and I bent down to get something from my bag, in doing so the little waistcoat fell open and I also had one of my legs stretched out to one side. I sat back up a saw that two other guys has stopped eating and looking at my pussy which was completely on display, I caught their eye, put my hand to my mouth, winked and slowly closed my legs. This went on all night with various combinatons of the 6 guys having a look and it was making me so wet, especially as I drank more and more. During main course I got up to visit the toilet and when I came out one of the guys was standing there, he looked OK, so I grabbed at his trousers, he was really hard and I grabbed his hand and slid it through the slit n my skirt, his fingers slid into my very wet slit, I allowed him to feel around for a moment, the took hold of his wrist and put the fingers that had been exploring me into my mouth as I smiled at him, I then removed his fingers from my mouth and put them into his mouth, consider that to be a little bit of dessert, I said and I walked back to the table. It got to about 11.00 pm and the restaurant and bar were closing soon so I called a cab to take me home. I couldn't wait to tell my husband of my experience. I sat in the front passenger seat of the cab and all of the way home the drivers eyes kept flitting between my boobs and my thighs that could been seen above my stocking tops. When I got home, only the lounge room lights were on, I got out of the cab and took my little waist coat off whilst I paid the driver, he couldn't keep his eyes off my boobs.
I opened the front door and all was quiet, the visitors must have gone home and hubby must be watching TV waiting for me to come home. I flung open the door, through my arms in the air and shouted I'M HOME, and here was my husband with 3 guys all looking at me open mouthed. We sure can see that said one of the guys, and aren't we glad that you decided to come home, you look beautiful by the way. Well, I thought, they have seen my tits now so there is no point in covering them up, so I went over and hugged each of them. When I went to give my husband a little kiss, he raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded at me, this meant that he was cool with everything, so I made no attempt to cover up. Anyone like a coffee I asked, no they said in unison, but we would like another drink, will you join us, of course I said and sat with the 3 visitors as my husband made the drinks, no eye contact with the guys, they were all focused on my tits.
We all chatted as we drank and the conversation came around to Tropical North Queensland where the guys were going the next day, my husband asked me if I knew where our photo album of our trip to North Queensland was, I said that I knew exactly where it was and went to get it, as I handed the album to one of the guys I saw something fall out onto the floor, it was some photos, and I noticed that one of hem was of me sitting spread legged in a chair with everything exposed, in my hast to turn around my skirt caught on the arm of a chair exposing my bald pussy to everyone in the room, the guys just stopped talking and stared, well said the talkative one, I see that you've had a change of hair style down there. Acting as nonchalant as I could I just said a change is always good and I tried to release my skirt from the arm of the chair, gee but I was getting wet with excitement, I caught my husbands eye and he winked at me. The guys picked up the photos, there was one of me giving my husband a blow job, another of me standing naked wearing just some see through French Knickers and, one of me blowing a friend of ours
I did not know what to say or do, then one of the guys said well it's great that you like to share the activity around outside the family, we were very drunk that day, my husband said, just like we are now said the guy, I still didn't know any of their names! We would love a photo with you they said as a reminder of such a fabulous and surprising night, I looked at my husband, OK he said, I will take the photo, so we all sat on a couch 2 guys on one side of me, one on the other. One of them started to gradually open the slit in my skirt, when I hesitated he said we have got to have those stocking tops in the photo, my husband just nodded so I allowed them to move my skirt around as they wanted and the cameras, 3 of them were flashing. Then suddenly one guy on each side of lifted one of my legs and spread them wide apart, I was so wet that I opened really wide, god it felt horny and all of the time my husband did not say a word, just kept taking photos, he like all of the guys had an enormous erection, I still am fascinated by the way that just looking at my tits and pussy can cause such a reaction. I was well aware by now that my husband was thoroughly enjoying himself and condoning all of the action, and feeling a little reckless, I was happy to go along with it and see what happened next.
The guys could see what way this was going as the two holding my legs apart let heir hands drift up towards my wet pussy, I shuddered as I felt a finger, then two fingers, one from each guy, slip inside of me. My husband then said I think that we should all be as comfortable as possible, lets go to the bedroom, with that they picked me up, took me into the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed with my legs spread wide apart. On of the guys then said that looks good enough to eat, now I LOVE being eaten, I think it is the one of the most incredible sexual experiences of all, right up there with fucking someone new. Legs spread wide, pussy spread wide open, licking my clit, fingers deep inside me, I look down and see a guy so close to my most intimate part and studying every little bit of it, hubby was still snapping and flashing away with the cameras, then I saw a big erection close to my face and I opened my mouth wide and took it all, it was not long until both I and the guy with his dick in my mouth both came, in those days I was not big on swallowing but there was nothing else that I could do so I swallowed the lot, WOW said the guy as I smiled at him and licked my lips after finishing it up.
The guy between my legs was not keen to move and was really concentrating on his work down there, then the other two guys starting sucking my toes and licking my feet, it was so erotic, that had never been done to me before and I loved it. Then they moved up to my hands and put my fingers in their mouths, again very erotic, but I found that I could not move my legs, they had been tied wide apart with stocking, tights or scarves, I was a little worried, but my husband was there so I did not object. They tied scarves around my wrists and tied my arms to the each side of the bedhead. I was naked, spreadeagled and helpless to stop anything that they wanted to do. My husband and I had often talked about me being tied up and the thought had excited me but now it was really happening with 3 people that I had never seen before and whose names I did not know. They were stroking my pussy and rubbing oil into it and squeezing my nipples, it felt incredible not being able to do anything about it. My husband was not touching me at all, just taking photos with each camera in turn. They switched places and I had a different face between my legs, what do you call this he asked me, my pussy, I said, we don't call it a pussy in England, he said we call it a c*nt. I don't say that word, I said, I prefer pussy. All the time he was stroking my clit and sliding a finger in and out of me, I was so wet that my juices were everywhere, I felt his hand going underneath my backside and I knew that he was going to slide a finger into my bum, I love that when I am highly aroused, would you like me to eat you again he asked, yes please I said, then ask me to eat your c*nt, he said, eat my c*nt I said, it felt very rude to say that, but exciting at the same time, ask nicely, he said, Please eat my c*nt I said, and he put his lips to my c*nt slipped in finger into both my c*nt and my bum as he licked my clit, I wanted to get my hands down there but could not move them, I came again and again as another dick pushed its way into my mouth, he came, I swallowed and I knew that I had one more to go. Well I said looking at the third guy, are you going to eat my c*nt or not, he got straight down there as the third dick entered my mouth, I came again, so did he, I swallowed again, god I felt a mess., but I thought that it was a great experience, and that it was over. Then one of them said, have you any condoms, my husband looked at me, then at him and said you don't need condoms, Shirl has had her tubes tied, so bareback is fine. He had given them all permission to fuck me, I looked up and saw this big fat dick that had earlier been in my mouth, hovering over my sore and wet c*nt, I will call it a c*nt, for the rest of this story, he eased it into me and slid a finger up my bum again and thrust in and out of me, he put his lips to mine and kissed me hard, I could taste my sex on his mouth and I wondered if he could taste the 3 varieties of cum in my mouth. the he shuddered and jetted his cum into me, I love that moment just before a guy comes inside of me, and I love the feel of cum winding its way deep inside of me. The other two guys had their turns in fucking me, different dicks, different lengths one fatter than other but all felt great. I was exhausted, and quite sore, at the end, but loved every minute, and all through all of this my husbands was taking photos, close-ups, long shots, everything.
They untied my legs and arms and left the bedroom to call a cab, I had a shower and put on a silk robe, then went into the lounge to say goodbye. The cab had just arrived, they all thanked us both, me particularly and kissed me good bye, none of them being able to resist sliding his hand between my legs and putting a finger to my c*nt lips.
We will have to tell our other mates that if they ever holiday in Australia they must visit you two, I don't know about that I said, as they left to get into their car. When they had gone I said to my husband, what a night, it was great he said, and you were even greater, it was all of my dreams come true in one night. How did those photos get into that holiday photo album, I asked, I put them there earlier, he said. You bastard I said you had this all set up without telling me, did they know. Of course not he said, I thought I would just allow things to progress a natural course. Well you won't be fucking me tonight I said, I am too sore, with that he slipped his hand into my pussy, it is not a c*nt now, with my husband it is a pussy, and I was still so wet, maybe just once I said, and we went to bed. Next morning over breakfast I said to him how many photos did you take, a couple of hundred he said, I used two 36 exposure films in each camera. My God I said they were regular cameras and the photos will have to be sent away to be developed, we don't know who will see them as they are bound to make copies for themselves when they develop them, isn't that exciting he said, mmm I thought, but had to admit it was quite a turn on. On top of that he said they won't be able to resist showing them to other guys back home, and we, or more likely, you, will become a destination when visiting Australia! And you know what, he said, we do not have a single photo for ourselves. Since that day I have been expecting to see some photos from that night on the internet but have not found one, then whilst reliving the experience here I thought, why not asks that if anyone ever sees a photo of me that they think might be from that night, please post it here.
This what I was wearing that night and how my pussy (c*nt) looked that night.

[Lloyd B]

...I love these stories with surprises in them, they really get me good and going with a nice boner. But one happened to me awhile back which wasn't so arousing.

One night my wife left to work her shift as a nurse and I had no idea what he was going to do to pass the time. I thought about watching a porn movie because I was so horny but wanted to save myself for later in case I was able to make love to my wife. I ended up watching a ball game while I had a few beers and several shots, eventually falling asleep on the sofa. I awoke in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. As I stumbled down the hallway to his bathroom, I wondered where my wife was. She was usually home by this time.

After using the crapper, I looked at the clock and noticed it was 4:30 AM. I was somewhat worried, so I dialed her number and let it ring several times. After 4 rings, I expected her voice mail to pick up but it kept ringing then it stopped. “Hello?” I asked. “Are you there?” There was no answer but I could tell that the phone had been answered. There seemed to be some movement and some rustling on the other end, but I couldn’t make out what it was. It sounded like heavy breathing and I assumed it was some commotion in the hospital room. There had been another occasion when I called my wife and she had accidentally pushed the answer button by bumping her phone into a bed as she leaned over her patient. On that occasion, I was able to hear his wife tend to the needs of her patient as I listened in without her knowledge.

I listened for a few more seconds and it was obvious that my wife had not answered her phone on purpose. I was about to hang up, believing that she was busy tending to a patient, when I heard some more heavy breathing. But now I realized it was not a lung patient making the raspy sound; it was most definitely the sighs of arousal that came with a passionate embrace. At first I thought this was exciting because I'd always enjoyed voyeurism and eavesdropping on erotic activities. But an instant later, to my horror, I realized that if this was indeed erotic activity, it was my wife!

I seethed with anger as I continued to hear the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity. I was hoping that somehow it was a person other than my wife on the other end. Perhaps she had lent her phone to a colleague or had inadvertently left it in the supply closet. I calmed down as I thought again about the situation because my prudish wife was conservative in bed. The noise had died down again and I prepared to hang up once again when it happened.

“Ohhhhh baby that feels so good! Don’t stop licking me. I’m sooooo close. OHHHHHHH!!!!!” I knew my wife’s voice and the sound of her arousal. My heart was crushed as my worst fear was now playing out unbeknownst. I was crestfallen as I heard my wife have one orgasm after another as she vociferously encouraged her lover. My one consolation was that it seemed to be oral sex that she was receiving. Maybe she was drawing the line with her lover and not letting him penetrate her married sn*tch.

The next voice I heard was recognizable as Dr. Balser, the chief surgeon at the hospital where my wife worked. “Mmmmm, baby, you taste to good tonight. I don’t ever remember you being that wet before. Shall we stop there or do you want some more?” I realized immediately that this was not a one-time encounter and nervously awaited my wife’s answer. “Stop? Are you kidding me? No way! I want that sweet dong of yours up my wet married hole and pronto! I want for you to bend me over and do me from behind like you did last night. Pump that giant rod in and out of me until I cream all over your sausage. I love the feel of your warm balls slapping against me. And don’t pull out this time and spray all over my big boobs. Shoot inside me so I can feel it in me for the rest of the night. And don’t hold back at all - I want you to leave me butt up with a flower in it!”

That's basically the gist of it and it was indeed one hell of a surprise.

[Saddledrifter]

My fraternity always had at least one big party before the year was completed. This year we were having a semi-formal party at a club in a high-end apartment house. We had a dinner catered by a well-known restaurant. All the ladies wore party dresses and the guys suits or sport coats. As my wife and I got ready to leave for the party, we This happened while I was a senior in college. It was near the end of the academic year, and my fraternity were a little late. I glanced at our two flasks and noticed that my wife had plenty of Scotch, but I was low on my Jack Daniels. The party was a bring-your-own. I told my wife that I didn’t have time to grab a bottle of Jack on the way, but since I hate Scotch, I might be able to hit up a whisky or bourbon drinker if and when I would run out of my Jack. We left and barely made it on time for the dinner. We sat down at one of the few places left at a table where a frat brother, Dickie, and his girlfriend were seated. I had known Dickie for years, but this was a new girlfriend that I had not met. Dickie introduced her as Marilyn and told her who we were and that this lady next to me was my wife.

After the main course, we were still seated with Marilyn on my left and my wife to my right. As we were awaiting our dessert, I felt a hand move up my left leg from the inside of my knee to the inside of my thigh. At first, I thought it was my wife messing with me, but then I realized that it was a right hand. It was an impossibility for my wife to have her right hand on the inside of my left leg when she was seated to my right. Then I recognized that it had to be Marilyn, who I had met less than an hour ago. She slowly moved up the inside of my thigh, and then she worked up to my groin area and grabbed hold of my by then semi-erect dick. I looked over at her, and she glanced at me with a grin on her face. I then looked past her to attempt to detect if Dickie knew what was going on. He was in deep conversation with someone to his left and was looking away from Marilyn and I. My wife was in conversation with a friend of ours across the table and was paying no attention to me. So I reached down under the table and pushed Marilyn’s dress up to gain to her pussy. She didn’t stop me. She continued rubbing on my now rock-hard dick. I began rubbing on her pussy over her underpants. She sighed a little and squirmed in her chair a bit. Then I pulled her underpants to the side and proceeded to give her pussy a rigorous fingering. She squirmed a little more in her chair and started breathing a little heavily. Marilyn was becoming wetter and wetter as I worked on her. About that time, my wife elbowed me and said, “Our dessert is here. Look up.” Again, she suspected nothing as I extracted my fingers from Marilyn’s pussy.

We all ate our ice cream dessert. Marilyn periodically reached down and rubbed my dick on the outside of my pants. Once we had finished the dessert, everyone started heading for the dance hall. I had had an opportunity to whisper to Marilyn to meet me outside the dinner hall area. I then told my wife that I needed to go get some Jack at the nearby liquor store and for her to grab us some seats at the dance hall, and I would be right back. She agreed and headed off. Marilyn told Dickie to get some places for them in the dance hall, and she needed a restroom break and also had to freshen her make-up. I met Marilyn at the front entry and grabbed her hand and led her to my car. We knew we had limited time, so we didn’t waste a second. We started tearing each other’s clothes off as we laid down in the rear seat. I started kissing her tits and worked down to her wetted pussy and lapped at her sexual secretions. Then I spread her legs and entered her and started pumping. She was like a wild woman as she pumped back as hard and fast as she could go. She was breathing hard and screaming in ecstasy as I continued to lay the wood to her. She climaxed twice as I pumped away on her. Then I finally let loose of my load in her. We laid there a few seconds attempting to regain some strength. However, I said, “We had better get back, or they will be looking for us.” She breathlessly agreed. We started getting dressed as one of my other frat brothers and his date were arriving late and passed by my car. I heard him say, “What the hell!” I motioned for him to keep quiet. He and his date (who knew my wife) just looked at us and kept walking. I hoped they wouldn’t say anything to anybody. The only other problem was that Marilyn leaked a little cum out as she was putting her clothes back on. I didn’t have anything to clean the seat, so I had to leave it in that condition. We quickly got dressed, and headed back into the dance hall several minutes apart. My wife asked, “What took you so long? And where is the bottle of Jack you went to get?” I replied, “Can you believe they were out of Jack? I couldn’t believe it!” She said, “That is really weird.” I agreed with her, but said, “It is Friday night, and I guess they had a run on it.” She asked what I would drink, and I said that I would hit some of the frat brothers up for a drink every now and then.

My wife and I then stayed together the remainder of the evening, and I never had a chance to visit anymore with Marilyn. Every now and then I would catch her looking over at me and smiling. One time, I saw Dickie looking at her while she smiled at me, and he turned to her and said, “What is that all about.” She said, “Nothing – we just talked a little at dinner.” He seemed to accept that. Now, the only problems I had were: (a) the soiled back seat; (b) the concern that the couple that saw us half nude might tell people what they had seen and word would spread; and (c) I didn’t know Marilyn’s last name or how to contact her. I took care of the back seat by grabbing some paper towels from the restroom and running out to my car and cleaning it up. Fortunately, the couple that saw us half naked in the back seat apparently kept quiet, because nothing ever surfaced. And the last thing was a problem never solved. I was graduating, and my wife and I were moving away to a large city. We didn’t yet know where we were moving, because we had not found a place. Temporarily we were going to stay with my wife’s parents. I couldn’t give Marilyn that address and phone number (this was before cell phones). I asked several frat brothers if they knew Marilyn’s last name, but they all said that she was a new girlfriend for Dickie, and they didn’t know anything other than “Marilyn.” After exhausting all other possibilities, I went over to Dickie and asked him. I said, “You know I met your girl and picked up that her first name is Marilyn, but I forgot what you said her last name is.” Dickie looked at me suspiciously and said, “I didn’t ever tell you what her last name was. Why do you need to know, anyway?” I responded that if we were ever at a another party where he brought her and I needed to introduce her, I felt that I should know her full name,” Dickie replied, “You’re graduating and moving away, So you will probably never be placed in that position.” He then walked away. Unfortunately, I never saw Marilyn again. I asked around whenever I ran into a frat brother whether Dickie was still dating a girl named Marilyn, but apparently either she or he moved on to other people. What a lost opportunity, but what a night!