My imagination is overly active especially when I'm horny. Sometimes in the height of passion an image comes to my mind and my mind drives it into a story. I'm curious if any of you have done that as well. Have you ever seen a porn clip, a picture of a naked model or even a clothed model while horny and suddenly an entire fantasy is parading before your mind's eye? I'm willing to bet you have and I hope you share your tales of erotic whimsy with me.
For now though, please journey into my mind and enjoy.
I admit it, I'm a pervert. No I don't admit it, I proclaim it, I own that shit. Thankfully I have some perverted friends who aren't afraid to share their perversions with me. Especially Carole. No matter how bad someone's judgement drags us down we can always trust her to lift us back up out of our shame. She is truly a goddess among mortals. She was a stripper, a prostitute, a cam girl, an erotic model pretty much anything involving sex if she could earn money at it she did it. The stories she told were amazing, frightening and everything in between. We all loved her but one of us was lucky enough to marry her.
I met Carole a few years back at the strip club she worked at. Like most strippers she was pretty standofish at first but I'm not the kind of guy that thinks a stripper is a pair of tits and an ass and nothing else. I've never been able to explain why but Carole and I could talk for hours with the greatest of ease. It was pretty cool sitting in a private booth talking about hockey with a naked woman and I found out later she really enjoyed it as well. Its not something you're expected to do in a strip club with a naked woman and that was why she loved doing it.
That was also why Carole and I developed the relationship we did. Carole is a very happily married woman, just not to me. Her husband is pretty a awesome dude and I really do wish them the best but I was bummed to think that I had to give up what Carole and I had together. Thankfully, we didn't have to.
Go ahead and insert cliche Penthouse Letters opening line here if you must but know this; shit's about to get real.
A couple years back I walked into the strip club Carole worked at and she waved me over to the stage. I dropped my standard tip on the stage and took a seat. To my surprise she handed me the money back.
"Your money's no good to me anymore. I'm retiring tonight." she told me.
"Aw man, that sucks. How am I going to get my jollies now?" I winked.
"Oh please, like you don't already stare at every ass in the place." she softly pushed my face aside in a slow slapping motion.
Carole finished her dance on stage and we met at one of the tables on the floor. I bought her a drink which I didn't normally do because I wanted to talk. At the time Carole and I didn't know each other outside of the club but I wanted to change that and now was my last chance. Little did I know Carole felt the same way.
"Is there any chance I can get your number or something? Seriously, I want to keep seeing you." I told her.
"I'd like that. Stay till close and I'll give you my number so we can stay in touch." she told me.
"Awesome, thanks." I told her.
"Thank you. Naw I'm just burned out. I come to work and I feel like 'been there, done that.' Its a job now, its not fun anymore." she confessed.
"Not even with me?" I joked.
Carole winked. "Get a private dance you ass."
The night ended the way every other night did. Having more fun than literally was allowed by law. But two years later Carole would hit me with the surprise of my life. I'm not sure how but she figured out that I have a thing for women in wedding gowns. I may have told her that if I ever get married I wasn't going to wait till my wife took off the gown to fuck her for the first time as her husband. The day that she tied the knot she invited me to ceremony but she wanted to meet up early. Like, crazy early. When I got there all decked out in my rented tuxedo I found Carole already in her wedding gown in one of the side rooms. Her maiden of honor was there but no one else was.
"Hey Jim, come on in." she greeted me. Her maiden of honor was still fussing with her hair.
"Thanks for inviting me. Not sure what I did to earn it." I told her and sat down on a stool nearby. The tux was pretty uncomfortable and the ceremony was still hours away.
"Because you're a friend." Carole's Maiden of honor said through gritted teeth. She was holding a pair of hairpins in her mouth as she put the last touches on Carole's hair style. Unlike Carole the maiden of honor was wearing a halter top, no bra (I told you I was a pervert) and jeans.
"Seriously. You're a great guy Jim. Why wouldn't I invite you?" Carole examined her look in the mirror and hugged her maiden of honor while saying thanks. Her maiden of honor left immediately afterwards.
"Well our past isn't exactly something husbands want to be reminded of." I said nervously. I almost tried to make an excuse not to go to Carole's wedding. I really didn't think her husband would approve but I decided instead to put my paranoia aside and just enjoy myself. This was Carole's biggest day and she was a dear friend. I didn't want to fuck it up by being a selfish ass.
Carole stood in front of me in all her glory and I sucked in an involuntary breath. Her dress was amazing and no doubt extremely expensive. No matter how much she paid though, it was worth every penny. She looked more gorgeous in that moment than she ever had before.
"Funny you should mention our past." Carole said as she pulled up her dress. "I told Cynthia you were here to take some pictures for my facebook page." Carole showed her lacy thong panties and then slowly pulled them down to her ankles.
"What the fuck?" was all I could think to say. Carole was my friend and while we had been fuck buddies before this was completely different. This was her wedding day!
With the ease and skill that only comes with being a stripper Carole stepped out of her thong, stretched them out and fired them at my lap like a rubber band. "Don't just sit there you dumb shit. Pull out your cock. I want to fuck." Carole didn't wait for me to undo my pants. All I could do was sit there like an idiot while she exposed my manhood and straddled my crotch. What was left of my sanity was instantly brushed aside when I felt my cock slide easily into Carole's soaking wet sex. I was now fucking a soon to be married woman and there was no stopping it.
"If you ever want me again don't fondle me, don't kiss me, don't flirt with me, don't even ask." she said slowly sliding her hot pussy up the whole length of my insanely hard cock. "Just put your dick in me and fuck." she emphasized the last word by slamming her body against mine with so much force I thought the stool I was sitting on was going to collapse. Carole fucked me like a mad woman, almost like she was never going to see me again which wasn't true. My mind was completely shut down, I was lost in the amazing wash of emotions that were blasting through my psyche. Carole was an amazing lover but this was over the top. As her burning hot twat devoured my aching cock I could feel myself about to reach the brink way too fucking fast. It was either let her continue to ride me and blow my load in mere seconds or make her stop so I can catch my breath and start again. Right now though, Carole was being extremely aggressive. Getting her to stop was going to be difficult.
Grabbing Carole by the waist I stood up hoping she would slide off of me. Unfortunately, she grabbed my shoulders, wrapped her legs around my waist and continued to fuck me while I struggled to find my footing. My pants slid down my thighs binding my legs which didn't help. Eventually, I just kind of stumbled over to the make up counter and dropped Carole's ass on the hard surface. With one forceful swipe of her arm Carole shoved what had to be a couple hundred dollars worth of makeup onto the floor and leaned back into a better position for fucking. Somehow, my cock never left her pussy.
Disbelief now banished by extreme passion I fucked Carole with all the force of a wild animal. We bit our lips so that we didn't scream or grunt but it was getting really hard to stay quiet. This scenario was incredible, hotter than any other I had ever been in. It was wrong and we did not fucking care. We wanted this moment and nothing was going to stop us from having it. We were two lovers locked in unending passion, building to a fever pitch until we both finally exploded in mind bending orgasms we both thought would never end. I shot my load deep inside her pussy and Carole gripped my shirt so tightly I thought she was going to rip it off. Our breathing was heavy and raspy in each other's ears as our bodies locked together for the duration of our orgasms and then finally relaxed. Spent, I pulled out and fell to my ass on the floor. Carole stayed on the make up counter, spread her legs and gave me an unrestricted view of my come as it leaked out of her hotbox and onto the inside of her gown.
"Oops. Got some on my dress." she said licking her lips seductively.
"You're a baaaaad girl." I told her.
"Bullshit. I'm a whore." she replied.
"And a damn good woman at that." I told her.
After the ceremony Carole's new husband Gabe clapped me on the back out of nowhere. I was walking to my car to drive home when he caught me by surprise. Carole was right behind him smoking a cigarette.
"So you son of a bitch you fucked my wife on our wedding day?" he asked me. According to Carole I turned white. At the time I couldn't think of anything to say. The look on his face betrayed no humor and his voice sounded serious. I looked at Carole who exhaled smoke and started to laugh.
"You're such an asshole." she said to Gabe. He burst into uproarious laughter.
"Its cool man. Carole and I agreed to it before hand. Its our thing and quite frankly you're really the only we know right now that we both can trust. You're a good man and I know you'll treat her right." he held out his hand for me to shake which I did.
"Thanks man. But you're still an asshole." I chuckled.
"Yeah but I'm a good asshole." he patted me on the shoulder. "The only other thing I ask is that you be honest with me. If I ask tell me, you're not in trouble." Gabe told me.
"I confessed to Gabe when we got engaged that you and I had a thing I really didn't want to give up even though I loved Gabe with all my heart. He was okay with that." Carole added.
I told you he was an awesome dude.