Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

After my morning fuck with Allen I spent the next few hours in bed with my husband enjoying the breakfast I made him. I could still feel Allen’s cum soaking my panties as I cuddled my husband watching TV. It was just before 10am that my husband and I showered and dressed  for our day-long date. It was a cold day so I wore tight black leggings, a blue turtleneck dress that hugged my every curve with black heeled ankle boots. It was a nice day of shopping and sampling a local brewery’s newest series of beers. I avoided being overly flirty for the most part. I couldn’t help but get the number of a sexy younger woman at the brewery when my husband wasn’t paying attention. I also could not stop thinking of that morning fucking Allen which wasn't helped by the fact he had sent me several pics of his dick during the day or that I responded by sending him and a few others a number of pics from changing rooms. After lunch during some more shopping my husband purchased me a breathtakingly beautiful silky emerald colored evening dress that accented my breast and had a high slit in the near floor length skirt. I picked out an expensive, half-cup bra, thong and garter lingerie set in a close matching color and black lace trimming with new thigh high stockings without him seeing telling him it was a surprise. He replied that he had one other surprise for me and that he wanted me to wear my new dress. He had made reservations at a new high profile restaurant nearly a year in advance. We stopped home for me to change. I did my make up in an elegant fashion with a bright red lip. I couldn't help but give Allen a sneak peak of my dress and what was under it as my husband was distracted.

Dinner was amazing and my husband was extra charming and fun to be with. After we got home we had an amazing love making first in a long while I even got to cum. When we finished however my husband was practically dead asleep the second he rolled off of me. I went to shower and clean off my makeup. Once in the shower the thought of how Allen took me earlier came flooding back to the point it was massaging my pussy to the point of making myself cum. I was about ready to go to bed when looking at my now snoring husband I caved into my lust. Picking up my new lingerie off the floor I walked back to the bathroom, reapplied my makeup and dressed heels and all just the same way I did for my husband. Downstairs I saw the lights on in the living room and found Allen awake on the couch using his laptop. He put the laptop down and eyed me over as I approached.  Without saying a word I knelt down in front of him slowly peeled down his pajama pants and took his soft cock between my painted lips. My eyes locked locked with him the entire time I sucked his hardening cock. Moments passed before either of us spoke. It was Allen who broke the silence saying It was good I was a slut because that lingerie would be wasted on the shrimp of a husband I have. With that he pulled out his phone and took a few pics and a short video of me sucking. Once I noticed what he was doing I instinctively took his whole cock deep pressing my lips to his hips before slowly sliding back letting only the very tip stay between my kiss. He smiled and pulled me up by the hair assertively but not rough as he stood. Walking around me he took a few more pictures saying he wanted to appreciate my outfit a bit before he ruined it. I couldn't help but model and pose for him. He told me what he wanted and I complied obediently. Posing in various positions standing, leaning and bending over, and many other ways. Once he had me on my back legs open on the couch he put the phone away. Kneeling between my spread thighs he pulled my tiny green thong aside and licked my pussy. He was surprisingly good at it, far better than I remembered him being. His tongue found all the right spots. He made me cum at least twice before roughly pulling the thong down causing it to tear and rip a bit. This was swiftly followed by his cock plunging in me with one hard drive. I moaned out loud as my pussy wrapped around his cock. He fucked with steady pounding thrusts. One hand gripped my thigh the other grabbed at my bra both pulling me into him and freeing my tits to bounce with each ram of his cock. I couldn't control my moans and made no effort to keep them quiet. It felt amazing being fucked like a whore dressed the same as when I had made love with my husband barely over an hour before. I begged for him to make me cum and he did over and over. I had lost count when pulled out of me. Allen sat back down and commanded me to climb on his cock. Once I straddled his lap and slid down on his cock we looked at each other again. For the first time since he discovered he was at my home our lips locked in a wild lust driven kiss. Furiously I began slamming my hips downward on his cock not daring to break the kiss. Then his moments matched mine resulting in audible claps each time our bodies met. It was his hand squeezing tight on my throat that finally pulled my lips from his as I gasped. He held his grip as my eyes began to water until our wild fucking caused me to cum in a half choked banshee moan. We both paused for a moment before without exiting me he laid me on the floor hard. Now with his full weight behind each powerful thrust he slammed into me recklessly. I screamed and moaned in pleasure wrapping my legs around him until he exploded in my pussy. After he got off of me I stayed there for a moment before returning to my bedroom. With the dim light from my window I looked at the full length mirror.  My lipstick was completely smeared, my eyes were a mess, my thong had been stretched to the point it was barely on, my bra was torn at one cup and the strap broke somehow, even my stockings had rips in them, likely from my own heels. I smiled at the well used whore with cum still dripping from her pussy down her leg in the reflection looking back at me. Exhausted and realizing how late it was getting, I tossed the ruined lingerie into a heap and climbed into bed with my sleeping husband without even bothering to clean up.