Walk of Shame... Really?

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Author's Note: This is about a couple who share the wife. You have been warned. Stupid comments about it will be deleted just as fast you post them. Any and all typos or grammar mistakes are mine. Post about them your comment will be deleted.

Walk of Shame... Really?

She parked in front of the house, just as she always did on Saturday mornings. Why? Because her husband parked his car in the drive blocking the garage door, so, she had to park at the curb. She got out of her car, still dressed to the nines, as she was when she left the night before. If you really looked at her, you could see that her hair wasn't quite the same as it was when she left. Also, her makeup was missing now. She was smiling widely though, as she locked up her car and slowly walked up the driveway to the front door.

She knocked, only because she didn't have a key. She actually lived in the house. The door opened. A man stood there looking into her eyes. She nodded at him. He took her into his arms kissing her ardently. She kissed him back. Her left leg, bent at the knee, her foot off the ground. They kissed for a long time, there in the front doorway. After about a minute, he pulled back from her, grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her roughly into the house closing the door gently.

Now inside, the man, Paul, pulled his wife, Lilly, into his arms once again, and kissed her, hard. Lilly, moaned as he did. They stood there in the foray kissing. Paul had his hands all over her lovely body, which elicited moans and groans from her throat. When he shoved two of his finger up into her vagina, she jumped, moaning loudly in pain and pleasure. The inside of her was full of creamy semen. Paul moaned as he stirred the semen around inside her.

Pulling his fingers out of Lilly, he pushed them into her mouth. At first, she shook her head, but then opened her mouth as Paul's fingers slipped past her lips. She sucked on his fingers hard, licking them and swallowing the semen from her pussy. Once she had them clean, Paul pulled her back to the bedroom, where he roughly undressed her. Then he stripped. Paul pushed Lilly back onto the bed. She flopped down with her legs spread. She knew what Paul wanted.

Climbing up between Lilly's legs, Paul dragged his hard, substantial, cock up her naked thigh. Lilly moaned as his cock left a trail of pre-cum on her soft delicate skin, right next to the stream of cum running down her leg from her pussy. Paul moaned louder, the nearer his cock came to her cream-filled pussy. He stopped at her entrance, looking her in the eye. She nodded.

Reaching down she lined his dick up with the opening to her body. She nodded. Paul pushed inside her slowly wanting to savor each inch of her creamy cunt. Lilly moaned as each inch of her husband's cock filled her. Both of them felt the semen inside her pushed to the side as Paul's cock forced its way into her. Both of them were now in ecstasy. Lilly, because her husband was now inside her messy, whore, cunt. Paul, because his wife was now his hot wife and he loved when she went out with other men.

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It was Friday night and Lilly and Paul were getting ready for a night out after a long week of work. Lilly came out of the bedroom dressed in a cocktail dress Paul had never seen before. That she looked spectacularly sexy was an understatement. Tonight every guy who could get past Paul would hit her on. Smiling Paul looked Lilly up and down.

"Wow! Just... WOW?" yelled Paul.

Eyes wide, he couldn't tear them away from his beautiful, sexy, almost slutty wife. He shivered as his pants tented from his cock jumping to attention.

"Oh, my. It's been a while since that happened from me just coming into the living room," said Lilly gazing at Paul's tented pants.

"You are spectacularly beautiful tonight my dearest, Lilly," said Paul softly walking up to his wife.

"No, no, no, you'll winkle me," she said holding Paul off with her hand.

"Yum," he said not forcing himself on her.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You said you want me sexy and a little slutty, well, here I am. Now what? And don't think about trying to get me back in the bedroom. You're taking me out tonight. Dinner. Then dancing. You promised," said Lilly scowling at Paul.

Laughing Paul nodded taking a step back from his wife of seven years. She was, had to be, the prettiest woman on the block. And yet, she didn't know it. The men were afraid to say anything and the women didn't want her to know. She only had Paul to tell her how beautiful she really was. But tonight every man and woman she met would tell her so. Not that they hadn't gone out to dinner and dancing before. It was just that Lilly never danced with anyone but Paul. Tonight would be different.

"You ready?" asked Paul holding his arm out.

"I am. You really think I'm pretty?"

"Oh yes, I do. You are the most beautiful woman I will see tonight," replied Paul.

Lilly blushed deeply. She did every time her husband told her she was pretty. Did she think she was pretty? She did, but not as pretty as her husband made her out to be. Paul led Lilly outside to the car parked in the driveway. He opened her door and helped her in. He always did this for her, she was so grateful to have him as her husband. He was not only courteous, but he was also handsome, and oh so strong. His biceps bulged under his suit coat.

She felt so lucky, that a mousy woman like her had landed such a hunk of a man. She swooned every time she looked at him. And tonight she had gathered from some of his comments, he wanted her to... something she couldn't understand... to dance with other men. Why? Why, would he want that? Other men weren't attracted to her like Paul was. She knew they weren't.

As Paul slipped into his seat behind the wheel, he smiled at Lilly. Starting the car, he drove off to a restaurant they had been to in the past. But only a few times. When they arrived at the restaurant, Paul pulled up to valet parking. This surprised Lilly, as there was a man beside her door, opening it for her to slip out. As she did, her skirt slipped up her legs. She was a little embarrassed, yet she did hear a groan from the man holding her door.

Looking up at him, she saw he was looking down at her legs as more and more of them came into view. He groaned again when her panties came into view. Lilly was embarrassed. She suddenly realized that she was wet. Her pussy was suddenly throbbing gently as this stranger looked at her panties and legs.

Then Paul was there to break the spell. He handed the keys to the guy taking the offered ticket. Lilly was now standing, her dress back down her legs where it should be. She smiled up at Paul.

"He was amazed when he saw my panties," she told her husband.

Why she told him that, she didn't know. Lilly was surprised by her husband's reaction, as his smile got even wider.

"Did he enjoy looking at you?"

"He did," she replied without embarrassment.

"Did you enjoy him looking at you?"

"I..."

"I won't be angry."

"I did. I liked him looking at me. It made me wet," replied Lilly as they walked to the door.

"Good. I like when you are wet."

Lilly gasped at what Paul said. Then she giggled. She actually felt like she did when she had a few drinks. Yet, all that happened is some stranger looked at her panties. Lilly wondered if she was turning into an exhibitionist. The doorman opening the door for them drew her mind back to the here and now. His looking Lilly up and down made her shiver a little. Paul just nodded at him as they stepped inside.

"Name?" asked the hostess.

"Janson," replied Paul.

"Reservation for two," she said grabbing two menus from the holder on the side of her podium. "Right this way, sir, ma'am."

The girl looked Lilly up and down then nodded at her. Lilly blushed, having a woman looking at her like that not only embarrassed her but also excited her and she had no idea why. Once seated, Paul just looked into his wife's eyes.

"Every man stared at you as we walked by," he said softly.

"What?" gasped Lilly.

"Every man we passed couldn't tear his eyes from you. Every one of them gazed at you with lust in their eyes."

"What?"

"Calm down, dear. None of them will jump you in here," said Paul chuckling.

"What?"

Lilly was now completely embarrassed. And now completely turned on, too. She couldn't believe the feelings coursing through her body. She suddenly wanted to get laid. She had no idea where that feeling came from. Never before in her life had she suddenly just wanted to have sex. She could feel her face, as it became flushed with her excitement and embarrassment.

"Tell me what is going through that pretty head of yours, dear," said Paul.

Lilly looked up at her husband. She didn't smile. Her face scrunched up into her pre-orgasm face, she knew it was, she could feel it.

"I'm so embarrassed. I can't tell you," she said.

"Sure you can."

"No, you will hate me."

"Nope. Never gonna happen. There is nothing you could do, ever, that would make me hate you."

Lilly looked at Paul. She could tell he was completely serious. She couldn't believe what he had said. Anything? Really?

"I need to get fucked in the worst way."

"Why?" asked Paul smiling widely at his wife.

"Just from what you told me. God, I have never felt this way before in my life. What is happening to me," Lilly croaked.

Then the waiter was there to take their order. When he left, Paul was still chuckling at his wife. She was now completely embarrassed. So embarrassed that her need for immediate sex had ebbed.

"Stop laughing at me," scolded Lilly.

"I'm not laughing, at you. I'm amused that you have turned a corner in your life."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the last time we went out, would you be dressed like this?"

"No, you know I wouldn't and the only reason I am now is you asked me to dress like this."

"I did. But even then, did you notice everyone looking at you?" asked Paul.

"No. No one looks at me."

"Sure they do. All the time. You just never noticed until you dressed like this."

"I... um..."

"You have never dressed sexy, except in our bedroom. For me. You surely noticed the way I looked at you then didn't you?"

"I did."

"Well, here you are, dressed sexy with everyone looking at you and the only reason you notice now is because of the way you feel dressed as you are and I brought it to your attention."

"Oh! And how would you know how I feel right now?"

"Because every night in bed when we make love you have the same things happening to you, just from the way I look at you. You like me to look at you, don't you?"

"I do. But that doesn't mean..."

"Doesn't it?" asked Paul

"And you want other men looking at me like you do?"

"They have been anyway but you didn't notice until tonight and look at yourself. How do you feel?"

Lilly sat there staring at Paul, eyes squinted.

"That is not a very pleasant face to be making," said Paul chuckling.

"Oh shut up. I guess. Something has happened tonight... wait, how would you know... when... I... fuck," groaned Lilly.

Paul just watched his wife as the waiter put their food down on the table. After the waiter left Lilly just stared down at her plate.

"Eat, dear," said Paul picking up his fork.

"I'm suddenly not hungry."

"Eat anyway. You'll need your strength at the club."

Lilly suddenly shivered and cried out softly. Paul looked at his wife as she orgasmed without being touched.

"Was it good?" he asked.

"Oh god," Lilly said as she picked up her fork.

Paul was smiling all through dinner. Lilly wouldn't or couldn't meet her husband's eyes. He knew she suddenly found out she liked having other men look at her. Lust after her. Paul also liked for them to look at his lovely wife. He knew she was his and would always be his, yet he was excited every time they went out and men looked with lust in their eyes at his beautiful Lilly.

Lilly was as beautiful as the flower after which her parents named her. Her face was like a dream, floating on her shoulders. Her breasts were perfect. Not too big and not too small. They fit Paul's hand just right. Her lovely ass was perfect. Two globes of muscle that he could squeeze with one hand, yet he used two to cover them perfectly. Slim waist, gorgeous legs, and pretty feet. Her petite hands had long slender fingers that could wrap around his thick cock, almost touching her thumb.

Paul thought she was perfect. And every time they were out together, he noticed other men did too. The only one that didn't was Lilly, yet tonight he hoped that she would finally see herself that way. When they finished eating, Paul settled the bill with the waiter. He did notice the way the waiter looked at his wife. He smiled.

"What's the smile for?" asked Lilly.

"The way the waiter gawked at you. Did you notice?"

"Um, no, not really. Should I have?"

"It's up to you. But every man and some women will be gawking at you all night, so you might just want to pay attention. It seems to turn you on when you do notice."

"Oh," gasped Lilly. "And you like me turned on?"

"I do, very much."

"Well, I do have to admit that I like being turned on, with you."

Paul, just nodded as he helped Lilly up and they left the restaurant. The drive to the club was short. It was just down the block from the restaurant. Paul didn't use valet parking, he parked the car himself, back from the club where it was a little bit darker. Lilly looked at him. He looked at her.

"Why back here?" she asked.

"Tonight," Paul paused a few seconds, "tonight you might find yourself overwhelmed and need to know where the car is as might I."

"Overwhelmed? By what? By who?"

"What happened in the restaurant?" asked Paul.

"Oh. Right. Um..."

"I put your keys in your purse just in case you find yourself needing to come out here to calm down. Okay?"

"I guess. But I doubt that I would come out here, in the dark, alone."

Paul just smiled at Lilly.

"I would never!" she said almost growling at Paul.

"Okay, okay," replied Paul.

Lilly just stared at her husband. She would never do what he was thinking she might need to do. Suddenly, she was not only mad at him, but she found herself extremely turned on. She squeezed her legs closed, hard.

"Well, are we going in?" she asked her voice tinged with anger.

Nodding, Paul got out, he could tell she was angry at him, yet still turned on by what he had implied, and walked around to Lilly's door helping her out of the car. Lilly pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him hard, with a passion she hadn't felt in a long, long, time. Only slightly taken aback by Lilly's kiss, Paul kissed her back. He knew her passion was almost to a point that she would be having another orgasm.

Reaching up, he squeezed her breast. That did it. Lilly's orgasm shot through her body in an instant. Paul stood there holding her up, their lips pressed together, wondering if she would be like this in another man's arms on the dance floor. Lilly pulled her lips from his staring up into his eyes.

"What are you hoping happens tonight?" asked Lilly breathlessly.

"Just that you have a good time and finally realize that you are a beautiful and sexy woman."

"You're sure?"

"I am."

"Yet you want me in the arms of other men?"

"I want you to dance with other men."

"Same thing."

"If you say so," said Paul winking at his wife.

Lilly just shook her head, took Paul's arm, and nodded toward the club. Nodding, Paul walked with his beautiful wife on his arm to the club. Once inside, they had to stop at a counter in the lobby of the club. Paul pulled a black card and white card out of his wallet and handed it to the pretty blond behind the counter. She placed the cards on a reader of some kind, one at a time. The little green heart shown for each of them. Handing the cards back to Paul, he took Lilly's hand in his and they went into the club.

Inside Paul found a table and a waitress came by with drinks. Lilly looked at Paul, he just shook his hand as he took a sip of his drink. Lilly did the same to hers. It seemed the band was on a break and the jukebox was playing. Paul sat there looking at his wonderful wife. He thought her to be the sexist woman in the world. Yes, that was his opinion, yet he had seen other men look at her with lust in their eyes. Sure, they looked at other women that way, yet he felt in his heart that when they looked at his Lilly the lust was that much stronger.

"What?" Paul said as Lilly touched his hand bringing him back to the here and now.

"I asked you a question. Weren't you paying attention?"

"No, I was daydreaming about this sexy woman sitting across from me. Sorry. What was the question?"

"Well, thank you, dear. Never mind. I was just wondering what you were thinking about. You had this faraway look in your eyes. What were you dreaming about me?" Lilly asked.

"Um..."

"Never mind, they are playing our song," said Lilly, grabbing Paul's hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

Paul didn't even know they had a song but it was a nice slow, soft, love song playing on the jukebox. And the dance floor, sparsely populated, where every man in the place would get a look at Lilly as she danced with him. Lilly pulled Paul against her. She pressed her vulva against his crotch. They moved slowly and easily to the tune on the jukebox. Paul groaned as his cock became hard as steel. Lilly just moaned into his ear.

"That feels nice. I can't wait to get it inside of me," whispered Lilly.

Paul just groaned. He could see that the band was going to start to play, as they got ready on the stage. The music from the jukebox stopped abruptly. And the band just picked up where the jukebox left off. Same song, same rhythm. Lilly and Paul just continued to dance, his hard cock pressing in her soft, hot, vulva.

"Would you like to go out to my car and fuck me?" asked Lilly.

Surprised by what she asked, Paul pulled his head back looking into his wife's eyes. There was a flame there that he had never seen before. She smiled up at him raising an eyebrow.

"Well?" she asked.

"I would love to, but don't you think it's a little too soon for something like that?"

"Hmmm... maybe your right. I hope you don't mind walking around with a hard-on though?"

"As long as I'm pressed against you, that should be no problem," replied Paul.

It seemed Lilly was going to play a game tonight. She had never done anything like this. Paul was wondering where it would lead. Maybe her fucking him hard in the backseat of the car. He could deal with that. Then Paul felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, a handsome man was standing there waiting. Paul nodded, stepping back from Lilly. She looked surprised as the other man took her in his arms, pressing his body to hers. Smiling, Paul walked back to their table and sat, watching his wife as she danced with another man.

The two were talking and Paul could see that he was pressing his crotch against Lilly's vulva. She didn't look upset. In fact, she looked to be enjoying herself. She was giggling at whatever the man was saying. Then there was another man, tapping him on the shoulder. He nodded, bowed to Lilly, and stepped away. The new gentleman stepped up to Lilly, smiled, and took her in his arms. Paul's hard-on persisted as he watched his wife press her pussy against yet another man as she danced. For now, it was she pushing her crotch against his. The band played a five-song set. Lilly danced with four different men before they stopped. The last man walked her over to Paul.