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My Wife Brings Out Her Slutty Alter Ego for My Birthday
She unzipped my jeans and pulled out my already hard cock. Her lips parted and the head of my cock slipped into her delicious wet and warm mouth. She sucked in, leaving a sloppy ring of lip gloss and lipstick around the base.

It’s been nine months since Christina became my wife. Since the beginning of our relationship, five years ago, we have been the couple other people envy. The ones always out together, always attached at the hip, and always happy. Our friends that were already married often wondered why we were so happy and in such a perpetual good mood. They’d never guess it was just because we loved each other and also loved to fuck.
I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around Christina’s pierced nipples and she couldn’t wait to swallow my cock. We loved pushing each other’s boundaries. Whether I was teasing her to orgasm with my tongue or she was bent over the couch and getting filled with cock, I could not get enough of my wife.
Most couples exit a honeymoon period and their sex life becomes routine and boring. Christina and I were anything but bored with each other or our bodies. I was just ecstatic to be dating out of my league, so I took advantage of this and fucked my wife anywhere and everywhere. Almost nothing was off limits for her and we took fucking to another level. Best of all, she always wanted to indulge me.
Two weeks before my birthday, Christina started asking me what I wanted as a gift. I’m hard to buy for so it was always better to just ask. I’m not materialistic and didn’t want much. I joked that all I wanted was her ass; Christina understood my fascination with her asshole but said her ass was still off the table. I then jokingly said that maybe she could buy me an escort or we could have a threesome with one of her friends but she didn’t think that was funny.

On the day of my birthday, Christina left the apartment early and didn’t even answer her phone, as I tried calling her throughout the day. Several hours passed and I was starting to worry. That’s when I got a text message from her:
“Meet me at the Sheraton downtown.”
As I entered the hotel, I gave the receptionist Christina’s name and he handed me a hotel key card. When I entered the hotel suite, the light was dim and in the middle of the room, I noticed a silhouette, dancing and gyrating her hips to faint music playing in the background.
“Christina?” I asked.
“Nope,” the silhouette replied, “It’s Lola. Christina won’t be joining us today.”
OK, I’d play along. I moved in closer and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The person before me looked like Christina but sluttier. Her halter top did nothing to hide the glorious peek of side boob. The cut-out on the chest and short cropping of her halter top showcased her cleavage. Cleavage that looked incredibly fuckable. I imagined my cock sliding through the bottom of that halter top; the head of my cock would feel so good popping up through that cleavage.
Christina, or Lola as she wanted to be called, was keeping time with the music, but the gyrations were on the half beat. This made her appear to move slower, almost in slow motion. She wasn’t gyrating as much as grinding against an imaginary cock. Regardless of what she was doing, she was driving me crazy.
My wife was playing with fire. My cock was straining against my jeans. My eyes moved up and down her body. Her tits were perky, with her nipples standing at attention. Her long, toned legs were wrapped in white patterned stockings, that in turn were accentuated by frilly anklet socks. She was a trashy cock tease, in black stiletto heels, meant to induce lust, and her ass cheeks stuck out and screamed out as a destination for my throbbing cock.
“Christina, what is this?” I whispered under my breath.
“This is Lola, your escort for the night. I suck and fuck for a living and I am yours until morning,” my wife replied without missing a beat.
“Oh, God,” I uttered under my breath.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
What I was seeing was the perfect woman. Her pink pleated skirt barely covering her panties would rise up every time she spun around, dancing and twirling. This revealed that she was wearing the thinnest of lace panties and the dark slit in the middle hinted that they might be crotchless. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and bury my face in her beckoning cunt.
I was amazed that my wife managed to keep this a secret from me. Her alter-ego, Lola, was the sluttiest realization of my wet dreams.
“Chris…Lola, I’m not going to lie to you,” I stammered. This is incredible.”
“Shut up and enjoy your fantasy,” whispered Christina. It would be the only time she would break character all night.
I tried to head for the bathroom but Lola grabbed me and dropped to her knees. She unzipped my jeans and pulled out my already hard cock. Her lips parted and the head of my cock slipped into her delicious wet and warm mouth. She sucked in, leaving a sloppy ring of lip gloss and lipstick around the base. Pulling back, my cock made an audible pop as she released me. Strings of saliva dripped off her lips and my cock, and into her cleavage.
Lola then stood up and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips. It was an incredibly erotic kiss. Now that we were face to face, I could see her, touch her, feel her, and smell my nasty, slutty birthday surprise, Lola.
“You can use all my holes,” Lola whispered.
“All your holes?” I inquired.
“All my nasty holes,” she confirmed as she reached down and pulled at her crotchless lace panties.
Even as I feigned that I could never go through with this, the words coming out of my wife’s mouth kept drawing me in.
“Come on! Your wife may have sucked your cock before, but I’m not her. I’m here, the slut you always dreamed of, and I like to have my throat fucked.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed the fishnet top over her chest and set her spectacular tits free as I popped them out of the cut out of her halter top. My lips glided over her tits and lapped at her erect nipples.
“Get on your knees, slut,” I commanded and pushed Lola to her knees, with her legs splayed and her beautiful ass resting on her heels, ready to worship my cock.
“I want to suck a big fucking dick like yours,” Lola said as she licked her red lips, “I want to be your perfect fucking slut.”
I didn’t even have time to react before she wrapped her lipsticked mouth around the head of my cock. Her mouth was smooth and the head of my cock danced over her tongue. She’d clamp down on every stroke and apply more suction until she allowed me into the back of her throat, slobbering under the head and licking the underside of my shaft with her tongue. She continued to let me enjoy her throat until her gag reflex kicked in. She pulled her lips off my shaft, saliva dripping from my cock and onto her tits.
“Oh, God! Lola, you’re amazing. My wife would never let me do this,” I blurted out as my cock slid back deep into her mouth, reaching her throat.
She pushed down harder to get the full length down her throat and allowed me to repeatedly pump her mouth, my cock slipping between her pout and against her tongue until the red lipstick had worn off her lips.
Without breaking eye contact, Lola backed off my cock, applying full pressure with her lips, before kissing the head as it came out of her mouth. She then placed my hand on the back of her head and I reflexively pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
“What are you waiting for?” asked Lola. “You know you want to.”
Lola then opened her mouth and extended her tongue out. I smacked the tip of my cock on her tongue as she closed her lips around the head, swirling her tongue around my cock as she allowed me to slowly sink it all the way back in. Pulling and pushing her across my shaft repeatedly, forcefully but not violently, almost in slow motion made me forget this was my wife. I was now fucking a completely different woman.
I pulled her up until she was standing, spun her around, grabbed her panties, and yanked them to her knees.
“I’m so wet. Fuck me,” begged Lola as I ran my finger along her wet slit.
I pushed her forward so she had to grab the side of the bed to keep from falling over. I put my cock in her pussy and pushed with slow but constant pressure. In need of more leverage, I grabbed Lola by the hips and started railing her, thrusting furiously inside her cunt.
It was deliciously nasty and she arched her back as my cock slammed into her with full force. She was on the toes of her stiletto heels as I pumped my fat cock into her, in perfect unison as she was approaching her climax.
“Fuck me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! God!” she cried out.
I stopped and let her do all the grinding to her heart’s content as I tried not to cum. I reached around and scooped up her tits in my hands while she continued to buck and cum as successive orgasms wracked her body. She was off her toes now and leaning against me as I fondled her breasts and every time my fingers brushed over her nipples she would moan.
“I want you to fuck this slutty ass,” whimpered Lola as she regained her balance and stepped out of her crotchless panties that had been around her knees.
“Really?” I replied.
“I told you, you can fuck all my holes,” she said and got onto the bed, on her hands and knees.
She pushed her ass in the air and pointed to the bottle of lube next to her. I squirted lube onto my hands and made sure to coat my shaft and head with it, before applying some more to her ass cheeks and onto her hole. I slowly slipped a finger inside, applying more lube to the inside of her asshole.
“Lola, you’re driving me crazy,” I said as I pushed another finger inside, spreading her asshole some more.
“That is so tight,” Lola whimpered as I thrust two fingers inside her hole, getting her ready.
“What’s so tight?” I asked teasingly.
“My ass. You’re going to be stretching it so much with your big fucking cock.”
I was listening to her as I watched my fingers disappear completely inside her rear entrance and I couldn’t believe how slutty she became for me. Lola looked deliciously nasty. I pulled my fingers out and squirted some more lube onto her hole and that’s when she reached back, grabbed my cock, and put it against her sphincter.
I pushed in slowly, feeling the tightness of her backdoor but after the head of my cock cleared the threshold, the rest slipped into her in one smooth motion. She began moaning louder and pushing back against me, impaling herself and milking my cock with her ass.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. This feels so good,” I cried.
“Do it. I want you to cum in my ass,” she teased.
The only sound in the universe at this moment was the slapping of our flesh and the loud moans coming out of Lola’s mouth. She turned her head toward me and made eye contact as I kept thrusting into her ass.
“I love watching you fucking my ass,” she said and laid her head back down.
She was open and vulnerable to me, moaning loud as I continued to pump inside her asshole. Stroke after stroke, I fit as much of my cock into her backdoor as she could take. Lola pushed her ass back to meet my strokes as I lost control and filled her sweet little asshole with a firehose of cum. My wife had tapped into new areas of my baser desires.
“I’m cumming! God, I’m cumming,” I moaned almost out of breath as I kept spurting ropes of cum inside her virgin asshole.
As I pulled out of her ass, I watched as her sphincter closed behind my mushroom cock head. When I finally pulled out, one last arc of cum shot over her back.
“That’s a lot of cum in my ass, baby,” remarked Lola.
She was adorable. We both collapsed on the bed and we kissed.
“Do you regret doing this?” I asked.
“No, not at all,” my wife replied. “But you’ll have to wait until next year to fuck my ass again.”
We missed our dinner reservation that night, but her birthday gift made up for it.