Date Night - Part 5

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"Would you like to dress me for tonight?" your wife asked from the bathroom.

You were so busy admiring her lithe body in the bra and matching boyshort panties she had on that it took a few seconds for her question to register.

"Dress you?" you asked.

She finished applying her dark red lipstick, turned towards you, and smiled. "You could pick out what I'm going to wear for date night. I'll wear anything you want."

Your wife's closet was well-stocked with clothes and you couldn't help but smile at the idea of getting to be in control of what she wore. "Anything?" you asked.

She met your smile with one of her own, set the tube of lipstick on the bathroom counter, and sauntered towards you, stopping just a few steps short of the foot of the bed, where you sat with your legs crossed. "Yes. Anything. If you want me in a pair of jeans and a comfy sweater, I'll wear that," she said with a playful smile. "Of course, I imagine you'll choose something a little more revealing."

She stepped closer, reached out, and gently rubbed your crotch. Your cock stirred to life as she leaned in and kissed your neck. "After all, you want me to look good for date night, don't you? You want me to look good enough that all the single guys - and perhaps a few of the married guys - in the bar can't help but look at me. You want every guy in there to imagine fucking me. You want me to have lots of options for who I'm going to fool around with tonight, don't you?"

It was the first time your wife had made it clear that she intended on finding another man to have fun with. You suspected that would be the case - after all, she seemed to enjoy the new version of date night even more than you did - but you weren't entirely sure until that very moment.

"Yes, I want you to look hot," you said. "Really hot."

Her lips found yours for a lingering kiss with just a hint of tongue and then she said, "You can make me look slutty if you want. I don't mind. Who knows? Maybe I'd enjoy it. I bet a different kind of guy would hit on me."

"You think so?" you asked.

Your wife nodded and smiled. "I do. I think I'd attract a more aggressive kind of man. The sort that would love to take a woman to the bathroom and bend her over the sink to fuck her, or that would get off on taking her out to the parking lot and bending her over the hood of his car to have his way with her, or the kind that would want to take me back to his place, toss me in his bed, and have his way with me without really giving a damn about what I wanted."

You saw the lust in her eyes as she described how her evening might go and you couldn't help but feel the same sort of desire. Still, you were surprised that your wife was turned on at the idea of being tossed into a man's bed to be used as little more than a sex toy for his pleasure.

"And that...that would turn you on?" you asked. "Being used like that? Being tossed into his bed and fucked like...well, like his toy, I guess?"

Your wife looked at the bulge your stiff cock had made in your pants and stroked it a little faster. Then her eyes found yours and she smiled before saying, "It seems like that idea turns you on. Is that true?"

You nodded.

"It turns me on too," she admitted. "Will you dress me like a slut? Will you pick out something skimpy and naughty for me to wear so a man like that will pick me up at the bar?"

You reached out, slipped a hand into her panties, and worked two fingers into her exceedingly wet pussy. Then you nodded. Her wetness was proof of her desire and that was all you needed. Her lust matched yours and that meant it was going to be a beautiful night for both of you.

"You'll need to ditch these panties," you said. "A slut wouldn't wear panties at all. Or a bra."

Your wife smiled, stood, and stripped out of her bra and panties. You slid off the bed of the bed, stepped behind her, and kissed the soft skin of her neck as you cupped her breasts in your hand. You rolled her nipples gently between your fingers before running one of your hands down her stomach and between her legs. She moaned as you fingered her slippery pussy and played with her clit and she rubbed her ass into your crotch, offering a wealth of pleasure to your throbbing stiffness in the process.

"You'll have to wear a short skirt," you said softly. "And four inch heels. I think a cropped halter top or tank top would be a good choice. Something that shows off this taut stomach of yours."

"Mmm, we'll have to go to a different bar if you dress me like that," she replied. "Something a little trashier."

She turned her head and your lips met for a passionate kiss. She offered her tongue almost instantly and moaned when you welcomed it into your mouth as you fingered her a little more aggressively.

You guided your wife towards the bed ran your hand up her back. Your fingers entwined in her hair and you pulled gently, eliciting a moan before a smile crept across her face.

"Are you sure you want to go home with the kind of man you'll meet in a trashier bar than the kind we usually go to?" you asked.

She nodded.

You tightened your grip on her hair and bent your wife over the bed. You lifted a hand and spanked her ass. She yelped and you ran your fingers between her ass cheeks before plunging three into her pussy.

"He's not going to be gentle," you said. "If you agree to go home with him, he's going to treat you like a slut. He's going to fuck you like one. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she said before moaning loudly. Her pussy gushed around your fingers, making it perfectly clear just how turned on she was.

You stepped behind your wife and pressed your pelvis into her ass. You pulled back and pushed forward a few times, thrusting against her while maintaining a vice like grip on her hair. You could have fucked her. You knew she wouldn't have objected. She probably would have enjoyed it.

You knew she'd enjoy fucking someone else even more, though, and the truth was, that's what you craved, too. You wanted your wife to end up bent over another man's bed. You wanted him to pull her hair and spank her ass and fuck her from behind while she screamed his name. You wanted him to pick her up, toss her into his bed, and crawl between her legs before delivering a vigorous missionary fucking. You wanted him to fuck her as many times as he desired, and to make her cum so many times she lost count.

So you released your grip on her hair, stepped away, and said, "Let's get you dressed, then."

You found a short, tight black leather skirt in her closet. You found a skimpy white halter top made from a thin, clingy material. You returned to the bedroom and tossed them on the bed. Your wife smiled, picked up the skirt, and stepped into it as you returned to the closet and picked out a pair of strappy four inch heels that would make her legs and ass look astoundingly hot.

She was already in the skirt and halter top by the time you returned. Her stiff nipples visibly poked through the material of her top, making her arousal obvious. The same thing would happen in the bar when she was flirting with a guy she actually liked. He'd see her nipples get hard. He'd see her obvious excitement. He'd see how eager she was for him and he'd ask her to go home with him.

"Put these on," you said as you set the heels at her feet.

She stepped into them, wobbled for a moment due to their exceptional height, and then sauntered around the room, showing off how she'd look when she walked into the bar.

"How do I look?" she asked.

You smiled. "Like a woman that's desperate to get fucked."

She walked towards you, pressed her flawlessly sexy body against yours, and kissed your neck. "That's exactly what I am, so I guess you did a good job dressing me. Now, will you take me to a bar so I can find a man to fuck me?"

"I will," you replied.

Your wife kissed you. She kissed you passionately. She ground her hips into your crotch as she did so, enflaming your desire and making your cock drip precum.

"Let's go," she said with a naughty smile before turning and walking away.

You grabbed your wallet and keys and followed as your heart pounded in anticipation of the excitement that was to come.

You went into the bar first and found a seat with a good view of the whole place. A few minutes later, your wife entered. As you expected, most of the men in the place looked her way as she sauntered towards the bar, took a seat, and ordered a drink.

A steady stream of guys made their way over to her. They all took their shot and your wife politely declined each and every one of them as she sipped her drink.

Then a muscular guy with a shaved head and forearms covered in tattoos approached. You figured your wife would brush him off before he managed to get a word in, but instead she invited him to sit next to her. She let him buy her a second drink. She let him chat her up and it seemed perfectly clear that she was flirting up a storm with him.

He wasn't subtle about his desire for her. He stared at her breasts multiple times. He had his hand on her leg just a few minutes after sitting down. He kept rubbing her inner thigh, too, and your wife made no attempt to stop him.

Instead, she seemed to find his touch arousing, at least if the look on her face was any indicator. You weren't close enough to hear, but it certainly looked like she moaned on a few occasions, and each time it put a smile on his face. With good reason, though, as he must have been confident he was going to fuck the beautiful woman sitting at the bar in the leather skirt and the skimpy halter top.

Then, after what must have been ten minutes of flirting and conversation, you were almost certain you saw your wife say, "I wanna suck your dick," to the man sitting next to her. You were far from an expert at lip reading, but you'd gotten a little better at it since date night had changed to your wife fooling around with other men.

The look on the guy's face was also a strong indicator of what she's said, as he smiled in an utterly delighted manner. Then, a moment later he leaned in and they kissed. He did so while his fingers moved under her skirt and you were pretty sure he found her lack of panties and started fingering your wife's pussy, at least based on the way her mouth opened to unleash what must have been a moan.

He pulled out his wallet, laid cash on the bar, and got up off his stool. He offered his hand to your wife and she smiled and took it. They walked out of the bar together and a whole bunch of guys stared as they walked past. You saw jealousy in the eyes of the many men she'd rejected that night and a smile on the face of the man she was walking out with.

You gave it a minute, got up, and walked out after them. You strolled through the parking lot knowing full well that they might already have been on their way back to his place.

They weren't, though. You saw him first. He was standing between two cars. He was looking down. You got a little closer. You got to a place where you had a view between those two cars.

That's when you saw your wife. She was squatting in front of him. His hands were in her hair. His cock was in her mouth. She was looking up at him. He was thrusting in and out of her mouth. He was fucking her face. Another man was fucking your wife's face in the bar parking lot. She was being a slut. She was being the slut she'd described wanting to be. She was doing exactly as she'd said she wanted to do at the bar. She was sucking his dick and she seemed to be doing a damn good job of it, too.

You watched in utter fascination - and with a raging hard-on in your pants - as your wife acted in a manner you'd never seen before. This was different than her giving a blowjob in the guy's car. This was her getting face fucked in a parking lot without any concern that someone might walk by. This was your wife giving her mouth to a strong, tattooed, aggressive man she'd only just met. This was your wife making it perfectly clear she was, in fact, willing to be a slut for him, and this was him taking her up on that in a manner that turned you on far more than you expected.

After a few minutes of vigorous cocksucking, he stepped back, helped your wife to her feet, and pointed towards the other side of the car. He got behind the wheel, she ran around to get in the passenger side, and before the car was even started you watched her head drop into his lap.

He backed out of the space, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove off as you stood there with a tent in your pants. You smiled, let a wave of arousal wash over your body, and walked towards your car.

You sat behind the wheel, closed your eyes, and imagined your wife's head bobbing up and down in another man's lap as they drove back to his place. You imagined his hand on the back of her neck as he urged her to take as much of his dick as she could. You imagined her moaning and gagging on his cock. You imagined her pussy dripping with wetness as she did exactly as he desired.

Then you drove home while that imagery danced in your head. You sat on the couch and watched TV as you imagined your wife going far beyond blowing him. You imagined him tossing her in the bed as she'd described. You imagined him using her pussy over and over and over.

Two hours later, your wife texted that she was in an Uber and on her way home. She told you to get naked and wait for her in the bedroom.

You hopped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom. You stripped and crawled into bed. You took your cock in your hand and slowly stroked as you imagined the sex your wife had enjoyed that night.

Ten minutes later you heard the front door open. Not long after, your wife appeared in the bedroom doorway. Her blonde hair was far messier than when she'd left with him. Her eye makeup was a little smudged. Her halter top was stretched out to the point of likely being ruined.

She wore a giddy smile on her face, though. She looked like a woman that had thoroughly enjoyed every minute of her night.

Your wife stepped into the bedroom and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it over her hips and it fell to the floor, revealing her enflamed pussy lips and her thighs, which glistened with wetness that you imagined had dripped out of her pussy.

She took a few steps closer and took off her halter top. Her breasts were red. They'd been manhandled. Roughly, by the looks of it. She took another step closer, smiled, and turned around. Her ass was red too. It had been manhandled. Spanked, probably. Spanked hard by the looks of it.

"Are you okay?" you asked as your wife turned around once more.

She crawled into the bed, straddled you, and sat across your upper thighs. She took your cock in her hand and stroked it slowly as she said, "I'm so much better than okay. Tonight was...I've never been fucked like that. Never. I've never been treated like that by a man. Used like that."

You noticed red marks on her neck. They could have been from rough kissing. They could have been from her being choked. Whatever the cause, they were unquestionably the result of rough play.

"I came so hard," she said. "I stopped counting how many times...but I came so hard, baby. It was...it was so good. He fucked me so good. He used me so good. I'm still tingling from it, from the pleasure, from the orgasms he gave me."

She crawled forward and took your cock inside her. Your wife leaned down and you shared a soft, sensual kiss as she rocked her hips back and forth, bathing you in the intense wetness of her pussy.

She sat up and you ran your fingers over her breasts. "Did he...was he rough?"

She nodded. "He squeezed them hard. He slapped them, too. I don't know why, but it felt good. I kept asking him...baby, I kept asking him to do it harder. It just...he was inside me as he did it. Missionary. Fucking me so hard and so fast and I just wanted him to be rough with my tits. I came so fucking hard as he did it."

She closed her eyes, placed her hands on your chest, and gently rode your cock. Up and down her pussy moved, bathing you in intense pleasure as you imagined another man using her roughly and making her cum as he did so.

"Did he...did he treat you like a slut?" you asked. "Like you wanted to be treated?"

She nodded. "He did. I wasn't sure if I'd actually like it, but I did, baby. I loved it. I loved feeling that for just one night. I loved that sense of being a toy for him, of being a slut. He even called me a slut and it was so fucking hot hearing him say it."

You reached up and ran your fingers over the marks on her neck. "What are these?"

She smiled and rode you a little faster. "I...when he was fucking me in missionary, he ran his fingers up to my neck. He was gentle. Really gentle. It turned me on so much, though. It was...no one has ever done anything like that with me, and it turned me on. It got me so close to an orgasm that I just told him to do it harder."

"You told him to..." you said before trailing off.

Her pussy bounced hard on your cock and she leaned down and kissed your neck. "I did. I told him to choke me. Just a little. Nothing crazy. He did it hard enough to leave a little bit of a mark, though, and I came all over his big cock as he did it. I couldn't help it. It felt so...I don't know, it felt so wild, so out of control, so slutty, that I just fucking came all over his cock as he choked me."

She sat up, ran her fingers up your chest, and placed them around your neck. She smiled and rode you faster as you thought of the tattooed man doing the same to her.

"Cum inside me," she said. "Cum in my well-used pussy, baby. Cum in the slutty little cunt he spent the past two hours pounding for his pleasure."

You came inside your wife. Your body shook with pleasure as you did so and she collapsed on top of you and showered your neck in soft, tender kisses while moaning. You held her close, closed your eyes, and let the joy of a great climax spread through your body.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," you replied.

You held her for a few minutes as your cock slowly went soft inside your wife. You marveled at the sudden, swift changes to your sex life and the overwhelming pleasure those changes had brought both of you.

"Let's take a shower," she said. "I got sweaty at his place and he did too and it’s all over me."

"Of course," you replied.

She lifted her pussy from your cock, sat on the edge of the bed to take her heels off, and then sauntered towards the bathroom. "Maybe you could make me cum in the shower," she said. "I'd love one more orgasm before we go to sleep."

You followed her to the bathroom, got in the shower, and washed your wife's body before taking your time in giving her one last orgasm before bed, bringing a thrilling night to a perfect ending.