A New Life Pt. 01

God, it felt good. I could imagine the student who blocked me in fucking me instead of my husband, but at the same time, I knew Bill was imagining that kid having seen the gear stick going in and out of me.

When I looked at my iPad after Bill had gone to work the next day, I saw I already had an email from Professor Gough, giving me a date for my first session as a life model. I was a bit disappointed that it was well over a week ahead, but what it did mean was that I could book Bill on the course.

When Bill came back that evening, I was naked. I ran out of the house to the car, and kissed him, taking him by surprise. Well, he was my husband, so what If my neighbours did see?

"What did I do deserve this?" he asked as he hugged me, slipping a finger into my cunt.

"It's just I love you, Bill. And I've got you a present. I know that your birthday is a few weeks off, but I've booked you on an art course at the university. It's mainly about the human body, so who knows, maybe you'll get to see some nice tits, or maybe even more."

"That's fantastic, Jo. Thank you. I think we should order a pizza to celebrate."

Yes! Not only was I going to be able to expose myself again, but my husband had embraced it. I could hardly believe how just accidentally showing a breast to the delivery man had changed our life for the better. I loved fucking my husband, but I loved it even more after I'd made him watch me show my cunt and tits to a stranger.

We ordered, and I stayed naked, thinking I'd give the pizza guy a special view this time. I was pacing around, finding hard to control my anticipation, my whole body tingling, when the knock came on the door. I went and opened it, enjoying, as always, the look on the guys face as he saw my naked body. I took the pizza, and handed it back to Bill to slip into the warming drawer.

Something was different this time, though. The guy was one I'd exposed myself to a few times already, and as I was about to do my usual spiel about the tip, he interrupted me.

"I think I deserve a better tip this time, Ms Lowenstein. The old one is getting a bit familiar, but I'm sure you wouldn't want me spreading around the story about what a slut you are, would you?"

I was horrified, but yet excited, at the prospect of doing something new. "Um ... no ... but what did you have in mind?"

"Well, seeing you naked puts lots of thoughts in my mind, but I though a blow job would make a fair tip."

Shit! For a start, I'd never been that keen on giving blow jobs, seeing it as a poor substitute for being fucked, just a way of avoiding pregnancy before I met Bill, and he'd always preferred to come inside me - hence getting pregnant so early. More importantly, though, it would be the first time I'd had any form of sex with anyone else since I'd met Bill.

Still, I'd let the parking idiot lick my cum off my fingers, so would this be much worse? I just seemed to be unable to make a decision, even as the pizza guy was unzipping the front of his pants.

It was Bill who snapped me out of it. "Just get on with it, Jo," he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

Actions speak louder than words, I thought, so I put my hand inside the guys open zip. His cock was as rigid as a flagpole, and it took both of my hands to untangle it from his boxers, and pull it out into the open, as I knelt down in front of him.

I looked up to his face, and saw a mixture of surprise, excitement and lust, suggesting he never really believed I'd do it, especially with my husband watching. "Alright," I said, immediately taking his cock in my mouth.

My first reaction was revulsion, because of the powerful, sweaty, male smell and taste. But then I thought about how my husband was watching his naked wife eating a stranger's cock. Oh fuck, I thought I was going to explode as the desire to shock, to be humiliated, to do something utterly disgraceful swept over me. I just had to touch myself. I fingered myself, pulling cum back to my clit, which I started rubbing with speed and energy.

The guy obviously had a lot more experience of blowjobs than me, and he seriously overestimated my level of skill. I'd never really learned to control my gag reflex, but the guy put his hands behind my head, and rammed his cock right down my throat. Shit, I couldn't breathe, and I thought I was going to throw up, my throat contracting repeatedly as it tried to get rid of the blockage. I tried to shout out, but ended up just making a grunting noise.

Maybe it was just as well the guy was experienced, because he must have spotted that I wasn't comfortable. He relaxed his grip on my head, and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I just about controlled myself, but a waterfall of saliva came out of my mouth, flowing down over my tits, and running over my belly to my pussy.

I was just enjoying my second lungful of air, when the guy drove his cock into my mouth again, once more forcing his cock down my throat so far that my lips were pressed against his pants. I was sure this time I really would throw up, but I used all of my willpower, and somehow managed not to. The guy started pumping his cock in and out, fucking my mouth as if it was my cunt, and although saliva continued to flow over my tits, I found I could breathe through my nose on his backstroke, and gradually the impulse to gag weakened.

Then I started to enjoy myself, realising that not only was it a stranger having sex with me, but he was treating me more brutally than I'd ever been treated before. And I loved it, letting him use me however he wanted for his pleasure, while I slipped my fingers along my slit, which was wet with my cum and the stream of saliva out of my mouth. I paced myself, getting to the edge of coming, then slowing down.

The guy lasted longer than I'd ever imagined he would. Okay, he'd seen me naked, but I was otherwise a stranger, old enough to be his mother, and my husband was watching. I took it as a complement. Not that I was no good at bringing him off, but the feelings I sent through him were so good that he wanted them to last as long as possible.

I felt his strokes change, telling me that he was going to come soon, and I stepped up the pace of my fingers. I came as I felt warm liquid coming out of the end of his cock. Oh shit, I'd become so carried away with the wonderful warm, expanding feeling in my cunt, filling my vagina, and shooting up through my belly, that I'd forgotten to think about what I'd do when the guy came.

Now I had no choice. I could feel ropes of spunk filling my throat, with each squeeze of the guy's cock. I swallowed down as much as I could, but I couldn't keep up with the volume, and I had to let some fill my mouth, as my hips bucked up and down as I came as well.

I was just trying to get my thoughts together when I felt the cock soften, and leave my mouth.

"Thank you, Ms Lowenstein, for such a generous tip, but I've got more pizzas to deliver yet."

My mind and body were still reeling from the intense pleasure of my climax, when the guy closed the front door, and I felt myself being pulled up from my knees.

"You fucking cunt, Jo. Sucking off someone you don't even know, right in front of me. You'd better try to make it up by letting me fuck you."

I just had time to see that Bill was naked himself, before he lifted one of my legs up on to the chair, and rammed his cock into my cunt. My tits and belly were drenched with my saliva, which I could feel between us, as Bill held me close and kissed me hard. Should I push him away and tell him, as I realised my mouth was still full of the pizza guy's spunk?

What the hell, I thought, as the thought of putting another guy's sperm into my husband's mouth send a bolt of excitement shooting through me, even as his cock drove into my cunt, and his tongue pushed between my lips. I felt him jerk as he realised what I'd done, but then the pace of his thrusts into me speeded up, and I had to put my fingers to work again on my clit, else I risked being left behind.

Oh God, it was another super-intense experience, as the wonderful sexual sensations coming from my cunt overwhelmed me. All I could feel was my fingers on my clit, Bill's cock filling my vagina, and his tongue still in my mouth. We came fast, almost together, and again we had to grab the chair as both our legs turned to jelly as we both came.

If we carried on like this, we'd have to get a new carpet, I thought, as another mess of spunk and saliva landed right in the doorway again.

It turned out, though, that the timing of the art course worked well, because I started my period the next day, something I hadn't really thought about. It gave Bill the perfect excuse for me to practice my newly-learned blowjob skills on him, though, which he wasn't sorry about at all. I thought that it might also be an excuse to have another go at June, but when I asked him if he'd got anywhere, he said no, and told me that June seemed even more occupied and worried.

I was starting to feel guilty, as I seemed to be getting more that Bill out of our new arrangement, so I called June again, and fixed a meeting a couple of days ahead. I was still working a few hours as a waitress, but quote honestly, just flashing a bit of cleavage wasn't really doing it for me, given everything else I'd now done. However, that was about to change, because a guy came into the restaurant, who offered me something different, something that sounded a lot more exciting.

There was something about him, a sexual energy that I felt immediately I saw him, so I undid a couple more buttons on my blouse, and bent lower as I took his order, feeling my tits hanging, attractively I hoped, in front of him. It worked, because when I gave him his check, he gave me his business card.

I knew there was a topless bar in town, but I'd thought the girls were all chosen to be as young as was legal, and to have bouncy young tits, so hadn't even thought about applying. It seemed I was wrong, though. The guy told me that the whole MILF thing was so strong that he'd had requests for older women, so he was planning to put on special MILF sessions, and was recruiting new waitresses.

To start with I was a bit nervous. Not about my tits being on display, that would be great, but the fact my face would be as well. I could imagine, if only through curiosity, people who knew me might investigate and recognise me. He said they'd thought about that, and decided that the MILF waitresses would wear gold masks, because apart from helping protect the waitresses anonymity, it would add intrigue. Who knew whether the MILF waving her tits around was your neighbour, or even you aunt or mother, perhaps?

Of course, I signed up immediately, and told my current boss that I'd be leaving at the end of the week. It was a couple of days later when I met up for lunch with June. I could see immediately that she was worried about something. After some small talk, I pressed her to tell me what was wrong.

"I think Manuel is having an affair, Jo. He's always away, and although he says it is work, he always seems to manage to avoid giving me any detail. We always used to share everything. I've also got a someone else who keeps trying to get off with me. We've had a different sort of relationship, and I'm not comfortable changing it to something sexual. If Manuel is cheating on me, though ... oh, I'm just so confused."

This was great. She was obviously talking about Bill, wasn't she? Here was my opportunity to help my husband get in her panties.

"It's your life, of course, but if you want my opinion, you should go for it. I felt so depressed when the girls left home, but I've managed to get out of it by acting on my emotions."

"Oh, I wondered about that. But what did you do, then?"

Ah! How much should I tell her? "I just rediscovered my femininity, really. I started to dress differently, and now I enjoy men looking at me, not just Bill."

Well, it was all true - just - wasn't it? I couldn't bring myself to tell her I'd become an exhibitionist, and if I said how my relationship with Bill had changed, I thought it would likely discourage her from letting him fuck her.

"Damn it, Jo, I think you're right. That's what I'll do."

My heart was leaping as I got home. Bill was going to get to fuck June at last. I was sure she'd know when his birthday was, and hopefully she'd give herself to him as her birthday present. I just hoped he wouldn't like it too much more than the one I had planned to give him: me naked in front of his art class.

I was still on blow-job duty that night when Bill came home, and having his cock in my mouth at least helped a bit in stopping me revealing the exciting things June was going to treat him to. Fortunately, my period had finished the next morning, so I phone the club and arranged to go in to measure up for the new costume. Tampons are good, but I wasn't keen on being sized up for what I imagined would be a skimpy costume while I was on.

I was right to wait, as what I was going to have to wear was even smaller than I'd imagined. The red bikini bottom, covered with sparkling glass beads, was little more than a thong, cut high on my hips, and the costume was completed with white thigh highs. It covered so little that I had to go to Tanya to trim my pubes back a bit further, and to apply some fake tan front and back.

I could hardly contain my excitement, but I still hadn't quite figured out how to tell Bill, or perhaps better, somehow persuade him to go to a topless bar, which wasn't his style. At least as far as I knew. The thought of him seeing me topless, in front of a horde of people really got me going. I did two circuits around the house that night, naked, of course, and when Bill fucked me, I was imagining his face when he realised that his masked topless waitress was his wife.