My husband gripped the steering wheel tighter as he pulled our car into the neon-lit parking lot of the first dive bar, the bass from inside thumping like a heartbeat through the humid night air. My huge tits bounced with every bump, nipples already hard and poking through my thin crop top, no bra to hide the eager slut I was.
At 44, I was still his perfect fucktoy—insatiable, submissive, and addicted to cock, especially when he controlled the show. Tonight, we'd hit bar after bar, club after club, picking up hung strangers to use my holes while he watched, my pussy throbbing in my skirt from the cuckold thrill he loved giving me. We stepped inside, the place packed with sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor. Smoke hung thick, mixing with the sharp tang of spilled beer. My husband scanned the room, spotting a tall white guy in his thirties nursing a drink, his jeans bulging with what looked like a thick eight-incher. 'Go get him, baby,' he whispered in my ear, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. I grinned, my blue eyes lighting up with that whoreish hunger, and sauntered over, my hips swaying like I was begging to be bent over. Minutes later, I'd dragged him to a shadowy booth in the back. My husband followed close, leaning against the wall to watch. I dropped to my knees right there, the crowd too drunk to notice much, and yanked his zipper down. His cock sprang out, veiny and fat, slapping against my cheek. 'Fuck, look at this monster,' I moaned loud enough for nearby tables to glance over, my voice dripping with need. I wrapped my plump lips around the head, sucking hard, slurping noisily as saliva dripped down my chin onto my massive tits. The guy groaned, threading fingers through my blonde hair, thrusting into my mouth. I felt my husband's eyes on me, heart pounding as I gagged on his dick in public, my throat bulging with each deep push, my pussy soaking my thighs. He didn't last long—pulled out and blasted ropes of hot cum across my face and cleavage, marking me like the cumdump I craved. I licked my lips, scooping some up with my fingers and sucking them clean, eyes locked on my husband's for approval. 'Good girl,' he said, pulling me up. 'Time for the next spot.'
We hit a club next, the lot outside already crawling with cars. Inside, strobe lights flashed over writhing bodies, and my husband zeroed in on a group—two black guys, built like athletes, laughing at the bar. Their dark skin gleamed under the lights, and from the way their pants strained, they packed serious meat. I didn't waste time, flirting shamelessly, my hand brushing one guy's crotch. 'Wanna fuck my tight pussy in the parking lot?' I purred, loud and bold. They exchanged grins and followed us out, the cool night air hitting my cum-streaked face. My husband led them to our SUV, popping the back door. I stripped my skirt off, no panties underneath, my shaved pussy already glistening and swollen. 'Ride them hard, slut,' he commanded, climbing into the driver's seat to watch through the mirror. The first black guy, Jamal—tall, muscled, with a nine-inch cock that curved just right—pushed me onto the seat. I spread my legs wide, moaning as he slammed into my dripping cunt without a condom. 'Oh god, yes, stretch me out!' I cried, my voice echoing in the lot where a few late-night stragglers might hear. My huge tits jiggled with every brutal thrust, slapping against my chest. The second guy, Marcus, fed me his thick black dick, muffling my screams as I sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing. I caught my husband's gaze in the mirror, his own cock leaking pre-cum, the sight of my white body sandwiched between them driving him wild—the interracial pounding, my holes stuffed full. They switched, Marcus flipping me onto all fours. He rammed his cock into my ass, no lube but my spit, making me yelp and buck back. 'Fuck my asshole deeper!' I begged, fingering my clit as Jamal took my pussy from below, double-penetrating me in the cramped space. The car rocked, windows fogging from our sweat and grunts. I came hard first, pussy clenching and squirting around Jamal's shaft, my moans turning to guttural screams. 'I'm cumming on your big black cock!' Thick loads followed—Jamal flooding my womb with hot spurts, cum leaking out as Marcus pulled from my ass and painted my back and tits white.
We moved to another bar, my body already marked, pussy dripping down my thighs. A white trucker type joined next, his beer gut no match for his girthy seven-incher. In his pickup nearby, I mounted him reverse cowgirl, bouncing furiously while my husband stood outside the open door, directing. 'Suck him off first, then fuck him raw.' I did, deepthroating until he face-fucked me, then impaled my sloppy cunt on his dick, riding until I orgasmed again, walls milking him dry inside me. Cum oozed from my stretched hole as I dismounted, mixing with the previous loads. By the fourth spot, a seedy club with a back alley, we'd gathered a small group—another white guy and a black bouncer. I dropped to my knees in the gravel, sucking both cocks at once, alternating sloppy blowjobs while they jerked the rest. 'Use my mouth like a pussy,' I whimpered, spit and pre-cum stringing between my lips. They took turns fucking me against the wall, one in my pussy, the other in my ass, then both cumming on my face and tits until I was a glazed mess, blonde hair matted, huge breasts heaving and sticky.
Hours in, we paused in a dark lot, my body trembling from multiple orgasms, pussy and ass gaping, filled with thick, mixed loads from white and black strangers. I knelt before my husband, covered in cum, eyes pleading. 'More, please, I need more cocks,' I begged, my voice hoarse. He smiled, knowing the night was far from over, his slut wife primed for whatever hung studs we found next.
