The Van Pt. 03

CH 3

We'd only been home from our quickie wedding a few days when Denny asked how soon I would be going out to fuck. I thought it was adorable the way he needed me to be a slut.

Fuck buddy, Larry, had just been busted selling pounds of weed to an undercover cop and was not available. Eddie, another favorite, had run off and got married. Lamont, a black guy I fucked as often as I could, had disappeared. His cell number no longer worked. I had a new husband lusting for used pussy and no one to fill it for him.

I know this sounds conceited, but with my looks getting picked up in a bar was no problem. However, we agreed that it wasn't good to bring a new fuck to our home till I'd fucked him a few times and trusted him. Often a guy would have lame excuses for why we couldn't go to his place; some of them could have been married or in a relationship. A place to fuck was an issue for the time being.

I used to suck guys off in my car when it wasn't convenient to fuck. I loved showing off my talents to a new guy and letting the guy see how much I loved drinking jizz, but unlike when single, my new goal was to bring the proof of my dirty deeds back to my thirsty husband. He loved when I had another man's sperm on my breath, but I needed to feed him used pussy to keep him excited about letting me be a slut.

Several weeks went by without bringing Denny a creampie. I just wasn't at the right place and time to get hit on, or the guy that did didn't appeal to me, or we didn't have a good place to do the deed.

A couple times I blew guys and then gave them my phone number and told them if a guy answers just ask for me. I only did this if I had a really positive impression of the guy. There was a certain balance of dominance and respect that is hard to describe. I like when a guy talks really dirty to me, calling me filthy names, but also expresses his appreciation for the opportunity to have sex with me.

In my new married life it was always the case that I mentioned a very understanding husband who liked it when I got what I wanted. If a guy didn't flinch at hearing I had a husband, he got my phone number. I loved when a guy told me how lucky my husband was.

I had decided to leave my cell phone lying around the house and I had instructed Denny to answer it if it buzzed. Even if I was closer to the phone I would ask him to answer it for me. However, the phone wasn't ringing and I needed to fuck a robust cock something awful.

I thought of a solution. Instead of taking my small car to go out cock hunting I took Denny's truck. It had a huge bench seat and when adjusted back as far as it would go there was plenty of room for fucking.

It was Wednesday night and I couldn't wait for the weekend. I needed a sure thing, so I went to a bar frequented by Mexicans. They loved blonds and I knew that wearing a wedding ring would make me more, not less, appealing to them. I'd gotten lucky there in my single days.

Less than an hour from arriving I was spread legged on the seat getting what I needed. After the guy squirted his sperm in me he asked if I wanted to do some of his friends and I'm sure you can guess what I said. Three friends later, and in a euphoric state, I was headed home to Denny. I hoped he wouldn't mind the huge wet spot on the seat of his truck or that his cab now smelled like a whorehouse.

Denny heard his truck pull up and greeted me at the front door. He was naked and very erect. He could tell by my smile that I had been fucked. After shutting the door behind me his hand shot under my dress. He couldn't wait to feel my jizzy pussy and when he felt how saturated my panties were he said, "Oh my god. There's no way that's one load."

"Four, to be exact, from four different guys."

He jumped to the floor to let me know how eager he was to taste me. I didn't bother taking my panties off because there was a wealth of sperm there waiting for Denny's mouth.

I sat facing him so I could look down and admire his eagerness. That excited me. He wrapped his arms up around my thighs and pulled me down hard to his mouth. "I worked real hard to get those panties filled for you, Baby. Suck them real good for me." I loved feeling and hearing him work me over down there. He licked and sucked and slurped and I couldn't wait to tell my cuckoldress friend, Cindy, about it. I let him have at my panties for a bit then did the three finger routine again with my panties pulled to the side.

He made a variety of slurping noises as he gorged himself on the cum flowing out of me. He was clearly as hungry for cum as me. "Is that good, Baby," I asked.

"So good," was all he had time to say, and I didn't want to further disturb the enjoyment of what was becoming his favorite delicacy.

I felt cum shoot onto my back as he came just from eating my creampie. I made him lick it off then said, "Let's go to bed so I can relax and tell you all about it." As we walked to the bedroom, I said, "By the way, if any guys call for me don't ask who's calling or anything, just let me know I have a call. And I always want you to answer the phone," I told him. I knew his little pee-pee would rise to the occasion anytime a male voice asked for me.

Once we settled in, sitting up against the head board, his first question was, "How big were they."

Guys are fixated on size, but I guess it's because somewhere along the line they figure out how special big cocks are to women who love sex. "They were all bigger than you. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"I love you so much. That's what I want for you, cocks bigger than mine."

I felt emboldened by what I'd been reading. By that time I had found Literotica. A recurring theme among cuckold porn was the husband's need for humiliation. "You're the sweetest man alive," I said, "even if your dick is the smallest I've ever had. It's still cute." I imagined how humiliating it was to have a woman tell you your dick was small but cute.

"So they were all bigger than me?" he asked, obviously seeking more humiliating comments from me.

"Just be quiet now and I'll give you the details. The first guy was thicker than you, of course, but only a couple of inches longer. The next guy was so thick I was glad he hadn't gone first. I needed the lubrication from the first guy's load."

"How thick was he," he predictably asked.

"At least twice as thick as you. I only got one orgasm from the first guy, but the thickness of the second guy had me cumming as soon as he had all eight or more inches buried in my cunt. I lost track of my orgasms with number two. All I could think was how lucky I am to have you for a caring husband that understands my needs."

"I don't just understand your needs, I love them," he said. "Your needs make you a very exciting woman."

"That's so sweet. Number three," I continued, "wasn't as thick or long as number two, but thicker and longer than you, of course. What I liked about him was how he talked to me. He was the first to notice my wedding ring. 'Your husband must have a small cock,' he said. I told him it was very small and he laughed; so did his friends who were watching. 'And I assume he knows he's married to a dirty slut.' I started cumming from the dirty talk, which sent him over the edge. He bottomed out when he came and I could feel it squirting against my cervix. It was so hot, literally and figuratively. He pulled out and told me to lick it clean. Of course, I did."

"What if there had been a lot more guys showing up to fuck you."

"If that were the case, what do you think I should have done?"

"Whatever you wanted," was his perfect answer.

"Baby, once guys get me going I can't really get enough of being a slut. It's like something inside me wants to prove to the world how dirty I am. I'm sorry if saying that shocks you."

"It does, but in a good way. Thanks to you showing me how hot it is being married to a slut, I hope the situation only gets worse, or better as it were."

"I'm sure it will. I'm being pretty liberal at giving my number to guys. I want you to get a cock twitching thrill every time my phone vibrates. I want you to answer it and if it's a guy asking for me very politely say, 'just a second, I'll get her for you.' But getting back to the four, the last guy, having noticed how much I like dirty talk, stepped up on the foot rail and wagged his beautiful fat cock at me. "Beg for it you fucking tramp," he said.

"Do you like begging a guy for cock," Denny asked.

"Not yours, it's too small to beg for," I said, keeping humiliation in mind, "But yeah, I love it when a guy has a nice cock and makes me beg for it. Larry loved doing that."

"What did you say to Number Four?"

"I pulled my knees way up and said, 'I need more cock, please fuck me. I need your cock real bad.' My hips were doing that fucking motion I do when I'm needing cock real bad and a good one is about to go in me. He moved up on the seat and put it in me. I came as soon as he started his in and out motion. There's something about how it feels to have your cunt full of cum and more guys are putting their cocks in the soupy mess. Feeling real slutty can make me cum, and he was making me feel real slutty. 'You're just a married white whore,' he told me and I loved that it was the truth of the matter. The guys watching were talking dirty too. One of them said 'tell me what you are' and I said, "The sleaziest married slut you'll ever fuck." What Denny said next was so Denny.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Enough talk, Baby, I need more cleaning." I think that was when I decided that panty cleaning would be part of our ritual. "Open up," I said, pulling them off and placing them in his mouth crotch first. "Suck real good, Baby. Those Mexicans worked real hard to get those panties dirty for you." I could see he was doing his best to extract the sexy nectar from them "That's it. Are they nice and tasty?"

He nodded in the affirmative. I pulled them back out of his mouth and pushed him to the bed. I climbed up, feeling so sexy as I moved my marvelously used pussy to his mouth. That's my biggest turn on now, because of how much I love Denny. "Those nasty men put lots of their dirty sperm in me, Baby. Clean it real good. You don't want your wife to have all that dirty Mexican jizz in her fuck hole, do you?"

"No, Baby," he mumbled, before redoubling his efforts to get every savory drop he could. I realized that being a cum lover was the mark of a good cuckold, and Denny, although new to the role, was all of that.

The next day, finally, my phone vibrated and I just knew it was man needing my pussy. We were sitting in the living room in the evening, both of us reading a book and enjoying our quiet space. Denny was close enough to reach over and pick up my phone off the end table near him. "Yes, I'll get her," he said. I took the phone and was delighted to hear a man with Mexican accent say, "Hi Amber, This is Pete. I met you at the bar last night. I was number two."

"I'm really glad you called."

"I hope I'm not getting you in trouble. Was that your husband who answered?"

"You aren't, and yes."

"I have some friends that want to meet you. They're all nice guys who won't cause any problem and they all love to take turns. Is that something you might like?"

I looked at Denny and gave him a thumbs up to confirm what he already suspected, that the call was a man offering cock. Denny was listening intently to my side of the conversation.

"How many friends are we talking about," I asked.

"About ten, give or take a few. Like I said, all nice guys who love good pussy, and all of them are excited by the fact that you're married. We've all been messed with by white guys at one time or another, so fucking a white guy's white wife sounds good to us. You and your husband will be in charge."

"I'm always interested in improving race relations. From that point of view it's kind of community service work. But I've got to say, with that many guys I would only feel safe if you and your friends came to our house. I'll make my husband fill an ice-chest with beer and I promise he won't interfere with the festivities. He's not in charge of anything, I am."

"How soon can this... dirty deed be done," he asked with a chuckle.

"Tomorrow is Friday, and I don't think we should wait longer than that."

"That would be great," he said, "We're pretty eager and I really loved fucking you last night and making you cum."

I gave him our address and we set the time at 8p. m.

Denny gleaned the gist of the conversation from listening to my side of it. His first question was, "How many guys?"

"That was Pete; the really thick guy that was number two last night. He said he has about ten friends that want to come by and meet me."

"That's too many guys, isn't it? I assume 'meet' means pull a train."

"Are you uncomfortable with your wife fucking that many guys?"

"Not really, it's just that we don't know them."

"I know at least one of them, a little. He' loves fucking sluts like me and he says it's hot that I'm married. He basically says that all of his Mexican friends have been dicked around by white guys at one time or another and it would add to the excitement to fuck a white married slut in front of her white husband. He assured me they're all nice."

"Does it feel right to you?" he asked.

"I haven't done anything quite that slutty, but yes, it feels very right to me. I can call him back and cancel if you want, but you'd be missing out on a lot of sperm drinking." I knew that would get him.

"Since you already said yes and gave him our address it would be rude to cancel."

"Oh I agree," I said, very seriously, as if it would be breaking some cardinal rule of slut etiquette. Thou shall not promise to be a slut and then back out, or something.

My mind was churning. I'm scene oriented. I like to bring role playing into the picture with the intention of making things even hotter than they already are. What I came up with was the idea of changing my mind after the guests arrived, and needing to be coaxed back into it.

I talked to Denny about my plan and he agreed to go along with it. His role was to say to our guests that everything was up to me. His part in the scene was to help our guests try and talk me into letting them pull a train on me.

In the early evening on Friday I relaxed in the tub as Denny sat next to the tub and washed me. We had a pair of terry cloth gloves that he wore during this act of complete subservience. I turned sideways in the tub and hung my legs over the side so he could shave them. I wanted to be nice and smooth for my gathering of men friends.

After the bath I sat on the toilet seat so Denny could shave all around my opening, leaving a pubic patch above my pussy. I liked it that way because I liked the way it looked when my patch was full of cum from guys pulling out slinging their jizz all around the area. Then it was time for Denny to dry me off and carefully pull my black transparent stockings on and connect then to my black lace garter belt. I would pull my bikini panties on after. I tried the whole thong thing but Denny said thongs didn't look as sexy as a bikini cut. He liked my butt cheeks covered in a satiny material and insisted they be white. It was a thing for him.

"This is going to be so fun," I told him. "I love fucking Mexicans because they love slutty white women."

"Really," He said. "Then it will be fun seeing how turned on you make them."

"I look forward to making you clean up their messes in front of them. Be prepared for a whole new level of humiliation." A slight moan came out of him when I said that.

"I'm going to love teasing them for a while and acting like I don't really want to let them use me like a whore. I have a plan for how to let things slowly progress until I can't help but let them give me their cocks. And it always turns me on showing you what a slut you married."

"It would be hard to say which of us loves that more."

I slid a very short black dress over my body and had Denny zip me up. As Denny ogled me wide eyed I could see the lump in his pans grow. A full length mirror confirmed why. I looked like a common street corner whore.

I already knew the answer to the question. "Honey, you don't mind if I humiliate you in front of our guests do you?"

"You know that excites me."

"Yeah, but we've never had a group of guys to humiliate you in front of. It seems like the more guys the more humiliating it would be. I'm curious, is humiliation such that a bigger audience would be hotter for you?"

"It seems logical. It'll be different for sure, but the heat of passion being what it is, I think more guys will just make it more sexy."

"That's a good answer my sweet husband. By the way I want you wearing your pajama bottoms. They'll be easy to peel off and at some point I'm going to want you naked so the guys can see how small your cock is." He ginned approval.

I paused for a moment to bask in the glow of his adoration.

Dinner was tacos. I fried the shells and cooked the burger while he chopped the veges. I grinned at the thought that we might as well start off eating Mexican since we would be doing that later as well. Then we loosened up with some tequila shots. Not too many. We wanted to get loose not drunk.

Denny's eyes followed me around and I made sure to give him shots of my panties often. I would bend over or sit with my legs lazily open. He loves that, especially when the panties sport a wet spot like they were, given I had never been so excited because I had never had an event so arousing on the horizon. I was going to let a large group of men use my holes with my delightfully deranged husband watching, and most likely from up close.

Our sound system is our computer. Denny had researched a great speaker set and we could find anything on YouTube. I had him add some slow Latin jazz to our play list: Rita Payes, Elizabeth Roma and such. It was part of my plan for creating a sensual scene.

We heard several cars pull up in front and doors opening and closing. I looked at the wall clock and it was 8:01. I guess they didn't want to be late for the good fucking they knew they were going to get. The knock came.

I know, what you're thinking; what does any of this have to do with a van? Patience.