Laura and I were jolted awake by the sounds of Charlotte crying in her crib. “What time is it? ” Laura asked.
Looking over at the bedside clock, I saw it was 8:10am.
"Wow," I said. “We have all slept in." It was unusual for Laura and me to get a late morning, as usually Charlotte would ensure we were early risers, but this morning it seemed we were all tired. As our brains cleared and we started to focus on the day ahead, I could subconsciously tell that both Laura and I simultaneously thought about the happenings of the previous evening. It was like we both knew what each other was thinking. Did it really happen?
Laura quickly lifted Charlotte from her crib and, with the skill that only a new mum possesses, managed to get back into bed and start breastfeeding almost in a single motion.
“You’re a great mum," I said.
"I don’t feel that way this morning," was Laura’s reply.
"What are you talking about?
"Don't you think that things got out of hand yesterday," Laura explained.
"Laura, it was so fucking hot, we both loved it you know we did"
"Scott, I’m serious. What if I get pregnant?"
It was clear that the cold light of day was making Laura re-evaluate our actions, and I could hear the nervousness in her voice.
"Babe, it was a joint thing; we BOTH wanted it, and both made it happen. Watching you take another man’s cock was so hot, and the added fact that it was a total stranger was simply amazing," I said.
"Scott, it was so wrong, but it felt so good. I can’t believe how good it felt. I’m so sorry."
As Laura lay in bed feeding Charlotte and expressing her nervousness about what we had done, I felt the unconscious stiffening of my cock in my pyjama shorts. The fact she had said how good it had felt just made my cock twitch uncontrollably. Laura saw the movement in my shorts and, focusing on my growing cock, said, “Oh, so it seems that I shouldn’t worry that you are going to leave me for being a slut."
I smiled and said, “Never, I love my slut wife, and whatever happens, I always will."
It felt so naughty calling Laura my slut wife, but I could see it had the desired effect as she lost the nervousness in her voice and simply replied, "If it is a slut wife you want, then who am I to deny you? "giving me a little wink.
The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Roger, Laura’s dad, stepping in through the door holding two cups of tea. "I heard you guys were up, so I thought you might like a tea." Laura hurriedly moved to cover herself as her tits were in full view as she was sitting up, feeding Charlotte.
"Oops, sorry," Roger said as he saw his daughter’s discomfort. "I will wait after knocking next time."
"It's ok, Dad. You weren’t to know."
As Roger left the room, we both looked at each other and wondered if Roger had heard our lewd chat about Laura being a slut wife. We were both a little spooked, but also deep down, it turned me on a little to wonder what Roger and Sue would think if they knew what we did on our trips to the beach. After drinking our tea, we popped Charlotte in her crib for a sleep as she was now blissfully full of milk, and both made our way to the shower.
As we got naked and under the hot stream of the showerhead, I instinctively started to wash Laura down, caressing her tits and then moving to her pussy. Laura reacted by simply parting her legs a little and allowing me access to wash her. A wicked feeling came over me as I remembered that her pussy was still carrying the fertile cum of a stranger. She had slept all night with his load seeping out, and when we had fucked last night, I had simply pushed it deeper with my condom-clad cock. Oh fuck, my cock started to get hard as rock.
"What's brought that on?" Laura said, despite knowing full well the reason behind my throbbing cock. 'Are you wondering if his sperm is still swimming around inside your slut wife?' she teased, now fully playing our little game.
"Laura, I can’t help it; last night was amazing, and I don’t want it to stop," was all I could say.
"Neither do I," she said with almost a serious tone to her voice. "I know it is wrong on so many levels, but the pleasure it gave us both was so intense," she continued. “I want to please you, Scott. I could see how hard you were watching me be a slut. I want to make your cock throb like never before and your heart pump out of your chest. Turning you on gets me off so much."
We continued to wash each other down as we stood confessing our lewd thoughts. I began to wash Laura’s pussy, dipping my finger in occasionally, knowing her once sacred pussy was no longer exclusive to me.
"Scott," Laura said, looking me firmly in the eyes, “I will do anything for you; this slut-wife experience is so fucking hot. I want to see how far you will push me and how far I will go."
As Laura was telling me this, my cock was leaking, and as she finished speaking, I just blew a load right there in the shower without even touching myself. That was it; we were both signed up to take this further and fully explore our limits.
The plan for the day was to go out for lunch with Sue and Roger. Therefore, wanting to act immediately on my slut wife’s desires, I instructed Laura to remove her knickers and to spend the day with her slutty bare pussy exposed under her skirt. It was clear now that we had assumed our roles and were both prepared to push ourselves for our mutual pleasure. So without hesitation, Laura hitched up her skirt and eased her cotton panties down her legs and stepped out of her panties, handing them to me and saying, "There you go, Scott, as you wish."
With that, we joined Sue and Roger out on the driveway. We had agreed to travel in two cars, as Charlotte’s car seat takes up a lot of space in the back, and it wouldn’t be fair to try and all squeeze into one vehicle. After packing everything for the day into the cars and strapping Charlotte safely in her car seat, Sue said, “Shall I travel with Laura and Charlotte and let you guys have some man chat for a change?"
It seemed like a good idea, so I got in with Roger, and Sue joined Laura in our car. As we were driving out towards our lunch destination, which was about an hour's journey, I started to think about Laura sitting next to her mom, driving whilst her pussy was on display under her skirt, a pussy that had 24 hours ago been full of a complete stranger's cock and willingly let him blow his fertile load as deep in her pussy as he was able to get it. All while her husband encouraged and jerked to the depraved scene. Oh my god, would she notice my cum stains on the centre console of the car? Were there stains on the passenger seat she was sat in? Where had they dripped from her daughter's pussy as our stranger had dumped his load and left?
My cock was like a rock, and I was so uncomfortable trying to hide my erection from Roger as he drove. Roger was making polite conversation and asking if we were enjoying our week, and I was quick to say, “Yes, thanks, Roger. It has been amazing so far; both Laura and I have really enjoyed ourselves."
He then went on to apologise for inadvertently interrupting us early this morning when he brought our teas into the bedroom. The tone of his voice made me feel that maybe he had heard something of our conversation. The thought made my heart race, and then my suspicions were validated when he said, “So you and Laura have been taking the opportunity to explore a few new things this week?"
My heart nearly stopped. How long had he been outside the door? How much of our conversation had he heard? Roger then said, “Don’t worry, Scott, your secret is safe with me. Whatever pleases you guys is good with me."
"Fuck," I thought to myself; he must have heard Laura saying that she was willing to be a slut wife for me. Had he heard me say anything about watching her with a stranger or the fact she may be pregnant? My cock was leaking now, but I was trying to keep my cool and simply responded by saying, “Thanks, Roger. Yes, it’s been a good week so far, and we are looking to enjoy what’s left as best we can."
The air in the car was electric; I think without either of us saying anything specific, we both knew what the other meant. I got the impression that Roger found it a turn-on too as he reached to adjust his crotch a couple of times as he drove. I really didn’t know what to do or say; my cock was hard and my throat was dry. All I could think about was Roger hearing his daughter saying she wants to be a slut wife and then entering the room and seeing her exposed tits as she lay in bed. Did it turn him on? My mind was racing. I was saved by the car indicator as we swung into the pub car park and pulled alongside Laura, Sue, and Charlotte, as they had arrived moments prior.
We all got out, and immediately Laura went to the back of our car to get Laura from her car seat. Leaning in the car, her skirt was inching up her legs; nothing was on show, but I knew that any further and her bare ass and pussy would creep into view. At that moment, Roger went up behind Laura and said, “Let me help you, Laura; I can carry Charlotte."
Laura stepped back out of the way, her skirt dropping back down again. “Thanks, Dad."
I couldn’t help wondering if Roger’s cock was still semi-hard from our coded chat in the car, whilst watching him ease past his daughter to get Charlotte out.
Our meal was great; we were all relaxed, and as we ate, chatted, and laughed, we then realised that we only had a couple of days of our holiday left and began to discuss options of what we all wanted to do. Roger got my attention and stopped my heart when he suddenly said to Laura and me, "What about you two, anything planned to make the most of your last couple of days? "
It was a totally innocent question, but on the back of our car journey, it made my heart stop and my cock twitch. Then, to add to my discomfort, Laura replied, "Yes, I have promised Scott a few treats to make our holiday extra special; he has some things that he wants to see, so I said I would make sure we make it happen before we go home."
I know what Laura was doing, but she wouldn’t have known the extra effect it had on my cock, knowing that I was probably not the only man at the table that picked up on the covert meaning of her statement.
"Oh, that sounds nice," Roger said. 'I'm sure you will go out of your way to make him happy."
"So what are you hoping to see, Scott?" added Sue.
"Erm…' I was rather hoping we may get to see some seals before we leave, and Laura has kindly said she is happy to take me to the beach the next couple of evenings to see if we can catch a glimpse," I said, thinking as fast as I could with most of my blood rushing to my cock.
"That's great; I’m sure you will get to see what you want," Roger added.
Our meal was now complete, and Charlotte was getting a little restless, as was I, thinking about Laura’s exposed pussy as she sat at the table and her dad’s deliberate play on words as we chatted. Sue and Roger kindly paid the bill, and we wandered back out to the cars. Sue suggested that they take Charlotte back to the cottage, and Laura and I could get off to the beach and see if we could get lucky seeing a seal in the wild.
"Thanks, Mom. That would be great if you don’t mind. Let me get Charlotte’s seat out for you," Laura said as she went over to our car to get out the child seat to transfer to her parents' car. Opening the rear door, Laura leaned in to unstrap the seat, and as before, her skirt rode up.
"Let me clear a space in here," said Sue as she simultaneously leaned into the rear of her own car to clear the rear seat, ready to accept the child seat. Whilst Sue and Laura were busy, I saw Roger was also busy looking directly up Laura’s skirt, as it had now ridden up to such an extent that her sweet pussy and ass were beginning to poke out. With a sigh of relief, Laura managed to unbuckle the seat and stood up again, her skirt falling back into place.
“Here you go, Dad. Please, can you put it in your car? My back hurts leaning in like that."
Roger took the seat and quickly set about installing it with the help of Sue as Laura and I waited, holding Charlotte. As soon as they were done, I put Charlotte in her seat and also transferred the baby-changing bag with all her nappies, wipes, etc. into my in-laws' car. As we said our thanks and goodbyes, I shook Roger’s hand and thanked him for the meal. He held my hand firmly and looked me in the eyes, saying he had had a great time and had enjoyed the food, the company, and the view, winking as he said it. With that, we got in our respective cars, and we set off, with Laura driving this time.
I didn’t know if I should say anything to Laura or not about her dad. So I started by saying, "How was lunch with your parents with your pussy out, my little slut wife?"
"You didn’t take long to get back to pervert husband mode, did you?" she said. “As it happens, it was great; I felt so naughty." She then explained that on the way to the pub with her mum, Laura had noticed that the dirty wipes we used on our first night were in the door pocket, and there was a stain on the front edge of the passenger seat peeking out from under her mum's legs, where her pussy leaked some of our stranger's cum.
Laura said, "Fuck, it made me moist. The naughtiness of it, so wrong, but so hot."
She then made my cock leap to attention, saying, "And then after the meal I felt so wicked exposing my bum as I leant in the car."
"You knew you were doing it?" I exclaimed.
"Of course," she said. “I knew it would make you feel embarrassed and turned on all at the same time, and to be honest, I felt so turned on being so slutty."
"Fuck, honey, I was like a rock, and I know your dad enjoyed the view too," I said with a little nervousness.
"Good, I hope he saw what a slut his daughter is," was her surprising response.
Wow, this slut-wife journey was really taking off, and Laura had shown me already she was playing to win.
"So are we going straight to the beach, honey? ” she asked.
"Yes, I want to see my wife perform for me again," was my firm reply.
“As you wish," Laura said as she continued to our beach car park.
We arrived a little earlier than normal; it was only around 4:00pm, and there were a couple of other cars in the car park near the entrance, but as we drove and parked in our usual spot, we were pleased to see we had the area to ourselves. As Laura turned off the engine, we looked at each other, and the pent-up sexual tension was clear to us both; the goings-on earlier had been edging us both, and we were both desperate for relief.
With Charlotte’s car seat now no longer occupying the back seat, I said to Laura, "Let's get comfy in the back," and we both got out of the car.
As we did so, Laura looked at me, grabbed her top, and before I could say anything, she had pulled it up and off over her head, throwing it inside on the front seat. Then, without a moment's apprehension, she put her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it to stand totally nude. “How is this for a slut wife?" she said.
We both dived into the back seat of the car, giggling like teenagers as I began to fondle her lactating breasts. It was so hot Laura was totally naked, her skirt still outside on the floor, and I was fully dressed, my cock pressing hard in my trouser fly. Laura quickly found my zipper and eased my rock-hard cock from my pants, immediately dipping her head down to engulf it in her mouth.
For the next 10 mins she worshipped my cock with her mouth as I played with her naked body, rubbing her tits and easing my fingers into her slippery hole. We kissed hard and passionately, our tongues swirling. She was so horny she whispered in my ear, “Do you want to fuck your slut wife?"
"Fuck yes" was my immediate answer. I manoeuvred around to get into position on top...
