12 comments/ 53432 views/ 16 favorites The Tester By: GasPedalJoe I work for an accounting firm in the Ogilvie building downtown, so I usually take my lunch at the big CityCenter mall food court. The food court is on the opposite side of the mall from my building and I walk through the mall end-to-end almost every day on my way to lunch. About six months ago, I was stopped by a young man wearing a lab coat who was hanging around the fountain in the center of the mall. He asked me if I liked beer. It was a little startling, but I told him that I did, of course, like beer. After asking if I had a few minutes to spare, he invited me to take a taste test of a few different beers and give my feedback. He led down the hallway leading to the public restrooms, then to a small office that I never knew existed. With his assistant present, I sampled five or six different beers and answered a series of questions about each for him. The whole thing took less than twenty minutes, and he gave me a coupon for some money off a case of beer at the supermarket. And that was that. I secretly hoped I'd be approached for another interview since I was so amused by the beer tasting. And yesterday, I finally was. Far from amusing, this second interview was incredibly sexy and a real treat. As I approached the fountain area when I was returning from lunch, I saw a beautiful young woman in a white lab coat. She had a clipboard with her, but I assumed she would be selling cosmetics for the anchor store that was at the center of the mall facing the fountains. When I was closer to her, I realized she didn't have any products. She made eye contact with me and stopped me when I approached her. "Hi there," she said. She was a real looker, with short blonde hair done in a modern, spunky style. Under her white coat, she wore a black shirt and black pants, plus low black heels. "Hello," I said as I stopped and faced her. "My name is Tammy. I work for the Smith Research office here in the mall. Have you heard of us?" "Yes, I have," I smiled, barely containing my excitement. "I did a taste-test earlier this year." "Oh, the beer? Great, you're familiar with our company. Can spare some time to do another test for us?" "I guess I can, sure." "Well, I want to make sure you're able to participate. This test is pretty active, and it's a little more involved than the beer study. It can take up to two hours to complete." "Gosh, that's a long time. Do you need me now?" "We do. I'd really like to get this time-slot filled. We're not making much progress because we've had so many cancellations." "Well, what the heck. I'll give it a shot." "Oh, great! Let's walk to the survey area and I'll see if I can get some personal information from you as we go." "Of course," I said. While walking with Tammy, she asked for my name and address and noted them on a form on her clipboard. Her gait was fluid and controlled. She wasn't walking very quickly, but I could tell that she was very athletic and graceful even under her lumpy lab coat. When we reached the survey office, she said she would be making sure everything was ready and would return in a few minutes. She asked me to wait, and handed me a business card. After Tammy disappeared into a door deeper in the office, I had a seat and glanced at the card. It identified her as Dr. Tammy Klein, PhD. Her job title was "Clinical Sexologist". I was quite surprised, and had only just checked my astonishment when she reappeared in the waiting room. "Okay! Come on back here with me and we'll finish our chat." We entered the door she previously used, and I found myself in a hallway not unlike that at a doctor's office. There was a scale and a cart with some packages on it, but the space was otherwise empty. There were five doors, including the one we had just used. One of the doors, towards our left, was open. Tammy led me to the open door as I tried to remember how the office had been set up for my beer tasting test. I didn't think it was this spacious or dramatic, but I didn't feel certain of my recollection. I found myself in something of an examining room as Tammy closed the door behind me. There was a padded table with some tissue paper on it, just like at my doctor's office. I saw a couple of chairs, plus a plain but comfortable sofa with a large, square ottoman; a sink, and a counter with some equipment on it, too. Past the sink on the far side was another door. "Did you have a look at my card, Joe?" "Yes, I did." "And you're wondering why you're being interviewed by a sexologist, right?" "Yeah, I guess I am. I'm a little surprised. I guess we're not going to eat ice cream or have some beer, huh?" She smiled. "No, we're not. This is the point where most people drop out of the interview, and I'm hoping you won't because you seem like a great candidate for us." "I hope I can help you," I told her. "Me, too. But don't be afraid to decline if you're not comfortable. I have to ask you a ton of personal questions before we proceed. But I can tell you now that we're testing a new product from Socrates. Are you familiar with Socrates?" "The philosopher or the condom company?" Tammy looked relieved. "The condom company," she said, as she flipped over her form and clipped it to her board. "They have an incredible new product. I can demo it for you and we'll talk about it a little bit. Then, I'd like to ask you to test it. Do you think you can help me with that?" "Sure," I told her. "Okay. Let's get the rest of the survey questions out of the way, first. Again, please think of me as a doctor—I am, you know. I normally do marriage counseling and try to help couples with their intimate lives. I'd like you to answer my questions as honestly as you can, but I also have to let you know that if I think you're being dishonest, we'll end the interview and I'll have to discount your participation." "I'll do my best, Doctor Tammy," I said. I was trying to lighten the mood a bit. I was game for anything, and actually getting a bit aroused. Tammy was a little vixen, even if she was acting rather clinical at the moment. The doctor threw cold water all over me with her first question: "Do you have now, or have you ever had, a sexually transmitted disease?" "Uh, no." And we went on from there. How many partners, last sexual intercourse, preferred method of birth control, frequency of intercourse, masturbation habits. It was a bit awkward at times, but I answered as best I could. They went on and on; children, discomfort urinating, ejaculate volume. Staying power, even—and I couldn't figure out how to answer that, so I just blathered on about feeling like I was always in control of myself, except sometimes. Trouble making an erection? And so on. Tammy just kept taking notes. "Are you single?" "Yes." "Seeing anyone?" "Not now, no." "Great. I think you'll be able to help us. Let me show you the product, first," she said. Tammy walked to one of the counters and opened a cabinet. She produced what looked like an ordinary condom packet, but it was much thicker. "Here it is," she said, as she returned to me. I was sitting on the examining table, which just then was striking me as rather awkward. I wondered why I would be on the table while she just asked me a bunch of questions. "I've got a habit of going through this pretty quickly, so don't hesitate to stop me with your questions." "I see." "The main feedback Socrates has received on their other products from men involved sensitivity. Feedback about texture ranked second with men and first with women. They released a SuperPleasure line which was really thin, but this condom goes beyond that. It also addresses some other issues that women have raised, about taste and appearance." She tore open the packet, and revealed what looked like a wad of shiny window screen. "The condom goes on just like you'd expect, she said." Dropping the empty packet next to me, she positioned it over the index and middle finger of one hand while unrolling it with the other. "The appearance gets a little better; it's not quite so metallic anymore," she said. "Yeah, it isn't. What is it made of?" "A new polymer that Socrates has developed. It's silicone-based, but uses a special aluminum alloy," she said. "It's very flexible." She easily spread her fingers and the mesh widened a little to accommodate her movement. The roll was down to her knuckles, now. "But here's the interesting part," she said. "There's a gel cell here," Tammy told me, as she exposed a little lump in the roll of the rubber at the base of the condom. "If I pop it, it releases a chemical that changes the makeup of the polymer and the appearance and texture of the condom." She invited me to touch her fingers. The material was actually quite smooth, despite its shiny metallic appearance. It also didn't seem porous; rather, it was like a textured condom. One of those "with thirty million lumps for her pleasure" jobs you find in the gas station bathroom. "Wow. That's kind of odd," I told her. She nodded. "I'll activate the polymer shift now," she said. She took the lump at the base of the condom between her fingers and squeezed it as if she was snapping a bubble in a roll of plastic packaging wrap. What happened then simply amazed me. The condom seemed to dissolve around Tammy's fingers. I couldn't see it at all. Or, rather, I couldn't be sure that I saw it. There was an odd sheen around her fingers, and I could see her skin distort where the invisible material was compressing her flesh. "Holy cow!" I exclaimed. I instinctively moved to touch her fingers, and I felt like I was actually touching her skin. She spread her two fingers into a vee again, and I noted that I couldn't put my own finger into the space between them; the condom was really there! "It is quite impressive, isn't it? I'm going to remove this and hand it to you; try to put your own fingers inside it." She did so, and I played with the new prophylactic a bit. "Is it strong?" She told me that it was, but that they weren't quite through testing it yet. I marveled at it for a bit longer. "Do you have any other questions, Joe?" She asked. "No. Wow. I mean, when will these be available?" "I really can't say." "Gosh. This is incredible! I can't really see it, though," I said. I was fumbling around with it; I could feel it, and I was trying to put my fingers into it as Tammy had done. Since I could barely see the material, it wasn't easy. "I'm glad you think so. You're noticing that it's not too easy to handle once the polymer has been activated," she said. "Yeah. It's a little odd." "In use, you'll put it on before initiating the polymer metamorphosis." "Uhuh," I said as I found the opening and played with the material. It spread easily, perhaps with less tension than the condoms I had used in the past. And it didn't seem very slippery, though I had assumed it must have had a lubricant. "I'd like you to help us test them," she said. "Okay, I'm all for it," I told her. I expected that she'd give me a dozen, or maybe just three because they were so new and must be secret and expensive, and send me out into the world to convince some girls that I really was wearing something before I fucked them. But she surprised me again. "I'd like you to disrobe so I can examine you for STDs, and then I'll have one of our assistants test the condom with you." "Test?" I stammered. "Test it with me?" "Yes. We'll have a young lady join you for some foreplay, then oral and vaginal intercourse, over there. It'll be rather clinical, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. The thing is, I need to watch and talk with you while it's all happening." "Uh, are you serious?" I said. I scanned the room for half-mirrors and concealed cameras. I felt flush; like I should just walk away before I made a heel of myself by believing her. "I'm quite serious. I'll need you to sign a waiver, and a statement confirming your interview answers, too. You seem like a great candidate; fit, smart, and very articulate." "Yeah," I said, thinking for a moment. I wasn't feeling that articulate, for sure. "Well, okay. I'll do it." "Wonderful," she said. "I'll let you disrobe while I go help my assistant get ready. We'll begin your exam when I return." I hopped off the exam table as Tammy let herself out and closed the door behind her. While I removed my necktie and shirt, I thought about how lucky I was to be here testing this product. What a huge improvement over the condoms I'd used in the past! On the other hand, if they were going to give me a girl to fuck just to prove that it worked, that seemed just incredible! How could any company associate themselves with what could only be described as prostitution? Maybe they somehow justified it as clinical research, like some variant of sexual surrogates you used to hear about on talk shows. Puzzling over the legalities, I removed my shoes and pants. When I dropped my briefs, I realized that I was almost fully erect, though not quite perfectly hard. After removing my shoes and pants and folding everything neatly next to me on the exam table, I only barely had time to climb back onto my perch before the door opened. Tammy wasn't alone. "This is Amy, who will be my assistant today," Tammy told me. Amy followed her into the room, and I was pleased to see that she was incredibly attractive. She was taller than Tammy, partially because she was wearing white stiletto heels. Matching Tammy, Amy wore a white lab coat that was buttoned up the front completely, though Tammy's coat was open. Amy's long dark hair reached past her shoulders, at least to her mid-back. It was more wavy than curly, a dark brown river of hair that was highlighted deep blonde around her head. "Hello, Joe," Amy said slowly. "Hello," I smiled. "Looks like you've found a great candidate," Amy told Tammy. "I'm very pleased with him. Before we start, we'll need to take some measurements, Joe. Are you erect?" "Uh, well, I'm working on it." I sat up straight to reveal myself, my member jutting from my thighs. "Well, Amy can start helping you with that. I need to take a measurement of your penis for our notes," Tammy said. Amy stepped forward, smiling at me. "Ready to have some fun while you're helping us, Joe?" "I sure am!" I didn't have to feign any enthusiasm. It was no hindrance that Amy was so attractive. I didn't mind the clinical nature of my expected tryst, and I looked forward to using the product. "Good. Let me see if I can help you reach your potential so that Tammy can measure you," she said. Amy unbuttoned her lab coat and tossed it on the examining table next to me. A rush of her perfume filled my head as the coat stirred the air. My loins responded as I looked at her. Amy's legs were clad in white stay-up stockings with lace tops, and they covered her shapely legs beautifully. Her smooth calves and pretty knees slightly swelled to thin thighs where the scalloped edge ended. A sparse patch of hair covered her mound, as she apparently didn't shave herself but kept her bush trimmed with scissors. I could almost see her clit protruding from her pouting lips, and I stirred with desire as I thought of penetrating her soft folds. Momentarily oblivious to both women, I let my gaze linger. Amy's smooth belly was interrupted by a piercing in her belly-button, where a ring dangled and glinted in the lab's fluorescent lights. Thin but not bony, the very bottom edge of her rib cage was visible above her belly, but the skin over her chest was smooth and looked to be soft and supple. Her breasts were a bit large for her frame, but they looked very pliant and I guessed they were not implants. It was hard to tell for sure, as she wore an open-cup push-up bra that held the mounds high on her chest, cupped by the same lace pattern that topped her stockings. Her nipples were provocatively pointed upward. They were rather large and puffy, tied into tiny rubbery knots at their very tips. Amy's broad shoulders let her carry her large tits gracefully. The posture of her breasts perched under her strong shoulders and graceful neckline gave the impression of a wonderful rack, and her fluffy locks alluringly framed her visible collar bone. Her arms were thin, and that further enhanced the swell of her breasts. "Do you think we'll get along, Joe?" Amy asked me. "Yeah, I do," I told her. "Why don't you stand up and we'll see if we can help Doctor Tammy," she said, and extended her hand. Hopping back off the platform, I took Amy's hand and stood. My dick pointed forward and began climbing upward as my erection drew the sexuality Amy exuded. She drew herself near to my side, pressing her breasts against my shoulder and chest. She flipped her hair and nuzzled gently next to me, filling me again with her intoxicating perfume. "Look at that nice cock," she said, and gently held my shaft. Weakly gripping me in her soft hand, she pumped me slowly two or three times before releasing me to caress my balls. I sighed and closed my eyes. When I opened them, I found that Tammy had moved to stand in front of us and was examining my cock. Amy continued cupping my nuts. "Oooh, and these big heavy balls must be full of cum. Are you going to fill up some condoms for us today?" she mewed. "Yeah. I'm going to fill you up, too," I told her playfully. "You sure will, big boy," Amy said. She released my balls and again loosely gripped my member in her soft, petite hand. Gently stroking me, she whispered in my ear that she was getting wet just thinking about it. "Ok, let me have a measurement." Tammy had produced a soft plastic tape. Amy adjusted my dick for her, still tenderly holding me at her side. "Seven and one-eighth," she said as she flipped the tape over in her hand. "By two and one-half," she finished. She stepped away and began writing on her clipboard. "Wow," said Amy. "You're really thick, too. You're going to scratch my deepest itch." She led me towards the sofa, her heels clicking on the floor. Following behind her, I sensed Tammy shadow us. I examined Amy's ass, marveling at the way it wiggled with her legs as she strode in her heels. "Have a seat," Amy directed when we reached the sofa. I sat down, my boner protruding ahead of me. My weight burdened the sofa and Amy put her hands on my shoulders and I leaned back into the cushion. Her breasts were right before my eyes, straining against the half cups. She kept moving towards me, lifting a leg onto the sofa at either side. Balancing herself against my shoulders, she lowered her ass onto my knees then scooted forward just a bit. "Do you like me?" she asked. Tearing my gaze away from her chest, I looked at her face. "Yeah, you're really hot," I said, smiling at her. "Rilly, rilly hot," I drawled. She giggled. "I think you're really handsome. You must get lots of girlfriends." "I do. I think you're my next one," I said. "Well, at least for the next little while," she said. "Do you want to touch me?" "Yeah, I do. I think I want to do a lot more than that, too." "Then let's get started," Amy said. She grabbed my hands and put them on her soft stocking-clad thighs. I felt her shift her weight so she safely balanced herself between the sofa and my knees. I gently caressed her legs, up and down the outside of her thighs. She rose slightly, letting her arms dangle around my neck loosely and making her breasts rise to just above my eye level. Wrapping my hands around the backs of her legs, I caressed her slowly some more. "That's nice," she said softly. With her encouragement, I reached higher with my strokes and let my fingers caress the bare backs of her thighs. My desire for her was increasing steadily, but I was determined to make the most of this experience. Feeling her up gently, I finally reached around her thighs to gently cup her ass. The Tester Amy shifted her weight again, moving her head towards mine. She rested her cheek near my temple, her breath warming my ear. Her hair fell from her head in a slow avalanche, covering us and obscuring my view of Dr. Tammy. By shimmying her knees towards me, she managed to bend her body to bring her ass well within my reach. I cupped her cheeks gently, tugged at them, squeezed and released them to caress them again. My hands roamed up her back, then back down to her bottom. "Do you like my ass?" She asked softly in my ear. "Yeah, I do. Your body is perfect. I'm getting really excited." "I am, too. Do you think you want to fuck me from behind while you look at my ass?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you in six or eight different positions," I told her. "I want to fuck you on the couch, and on the table, and from behind. And I want to play with your tits while you're bouncing on my cock. And I'm going to fuck you standing up while I stare at Dr. Tammy." "Ooh, that sounds like a full afternoon. I want to suck you off. Can you cum more than once?" "Yeah. Especially for a sexpot like you." "I can't wait. The doctor wants me to drain every drop from you," Amy said. She licked her lips provocatively as she stared me in the eye. "We'd better get started," she said. She turned to Tammy, who produced a condom. Amy ripped the wrapper and returned it to Tammy. Lifting herself from my lap, Amy stood and then knelt before me on the couch. "Will you put your raincoat on for me?" she asked kittenishly. "Of course," I said, accepting the condom from her. I unrolled it onto myself. Dr. Tammy leaned over as I felt around the base of the plastic for the lump. I finally found it and popped it just as I had seen the doctor do in her demonstration. It turned the rubber clear over my hard on, which was raging in anticipation of Amy's attention. Tammy scribbled furiously and stepped back. "You're all ready!" Amy said. She put one hand on either side of my hips and leaned forward to lick at the head of my cock." "Wow," I said. I'd never felt so good wearing a condom before; I was sure that I could actually feel the wetness of her tongue on my skin. Amy exhaled and inhaled while lapping at the underside of my shaft and I plainly felt the warmth of her breath. Amy's hair had fallen from her shoulders and she collected it with one hand. Tammy moved towards the side of the couch to observe. As Amy rocked forward again, she dipped her shoulders and sucked me into her mouth. The feeling was incredible, as if I wasn't wearing anything at all. Amy slowly took me a little deeper into her mouth and I felt her tongue wiggle under my head. She pulled her head back, dragging her lips along my shaft until only the tip of my dick was in her warm mouth. She started swirling her tongue around my head. "Oh, man," I said. I relaxed into the couch. Leaning back, I saw Tammy. When we made eye contact, she asked me about the sensations I was feeling. "It's just fantastic," I said. It was; I couldn't believe I wasn't wearing a condom. In my experience, a blow job while wearing protection was sometimes necessary but always pointless. So much sensation was lost to the prophylactic that it wasn't worth trying. I told Tammy as much, and she scribbled furiously on her clipboard. When I finished talking to Tammy, Amy redoubled her efforts. She began bobbing her head on my cock, sucking me gently as she retreated and caressing me with her tongue as she advanced. She did this for a few strokes before stopping with me midway into her mouth. Amy squeezed me with her tongue, sucked gently then pulled her tongue back before she released the vacuum. She repeated that gesture slowly, to my great pleasure. I moaned a bit, my breathing growing slightly quicker. Amy enhanced her efforts by moving her head in time with her oral attention. Just after pumping her tongue, she raised her head slightly and began sucking me. She released her tongue and her gentle tug on my dick as she lowered her head again. With her new pattern, Amy began building me towards my release. And I told her so, but when I did, she nearly stopped. Tammy began questioning me. "Do you think you're reaching orgasm as soon as, more quickly, or more slowly than you would have during unprotected oral sex?" My head was spinning. Amy seemed to know how to move just enough to keep me very interested in her. "Eye, yah," I panted, looking up at Tammy. She was surprisingly indifferent. Amy gripped my hips and wiggled herself just a little more. I could feel her breasts swelling between my parted legs. The lace scratched at my thighs while her soft bosom caressed it, and the contact made me imagine myself watching her breasts bounce as she rode me. "Yeah, about the same as unprotected," I said. "Do you think you're reaching climax as soon as, more quickly, or more slowly than you would have with other brands of condoms?" "More quickly," I answered. "What do you think causes your more rapid arousal?" I was sure of that: the amount and quality of stimulation. When I was done answering Tammy, Amy resumed and immediately had me doubting my answer was correct. "Then again, I've never gotten head from such a skilled young woman before," I said. Amy continued as she stopped, bobbing her head over my cock while sucking gently and pulsing her tongue under me. I was ready to come, and I wasn't sure what the lab protocol was. "I'm going to come," I announced. I glanced at Tammy, then at Amy. Tammy stood ready with her clipboard, and Amy didn't slow down. Despite how wonderfully Amy's mouth had cradled my dick, I felt that it was her soft hair rubbing against my hip and belly that had done me in. My orgasm began to roll over me. Amy instantly noticed and cupped my balls. When I pumped, she relaxed her mouth. As the wave subsided, she sucked on me until I pumped again. I shot four or five spurts into the condom before I was spent. Amy let me fall from her mouth and grasped my shaft. "What a load!" she cried. Tammy moved to her side to inspect the condom; it was then I noticed for the first time that she was wearing rubber examination gloves. I looked down at myself and noticed that my wad seemed to be impossibly balanced on the tip of my dick. The nearly invisible condom had done its job, containing my jism and providing a barrier, however thin, between myself and my new lover. Amy sat next to me, and Tammy explained that she was going to remove the condom for me. She produced a sample bag from underneath her clipboard, and carefully set about her work. After removing the condom, she took it to the counter opposite the couch. Waiting on the counter were a rack of small plastic bottles. She squirted one into the sample bag, then another into the condom. Or maybe on the condom; it was hard to tell. The doctor adeptly tied the end of the condom on itself, then dropped my sample in the bag before sealing. She left it on the counter and returned to me. "Are you going to be ready, soon?" Tammy asked. "Oh, yeah. That was a good one, but I'll come back in no time." I was sure of it. Normally, I don't even soften—or not much, anyway. She had given me such a great orgasm that I was temporarily spent and a little less than rigid. "Well, while I wait, I'm going to get myself ready. You won't have to do any work; just watch. For now," said Amy, as she shifted on the couch. She rose, leaning toward the couch on one knee and pulled a pillow from the backrest. She flipped it toward the side so it was over the arm rest, and sat back down facing me. Raising her leg over the rear of the couch and resting her other foot against my thigh, she spread her legs gently and leaned back into the relocated cushion. "Can you see me?" she said. "Oh, yeah." I could see her very well. Amy's legs were spread gently and I could see her pussy. She was a dream date. Her thick mound presented her pouting lips like rain-soaked flower resting on a flat rock. From my view, her white stockings and shoes made a runway to her tanned skin and pink lips. With her torso back on the cushion, her breasts fell towards her chest and were not straining against the truncated cups of her bra. Keeping eye-contact with me, Amy began caressing herself. She gently rubbed her hands over her tummy and then up her chest over her breasts. She cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples with her palms before using one hand to squeeze her mound. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she sighed as she stimulated herself. When she released her tit, she opened her eyes and stared straight at me. I met her gaze, and she continued her show. Amy caressed her chest some more, kneading her breasts and panting as she did so. She ran one hand down her belly and pushed her fingertips through her thin pubic hair. When her fingertips reached the top of her slit, she sweetly fiddled herself, brushing the tips of her fingers from side to side over her clit. "Unh," she said. She shopped moving her left hand and her right began kneading her breast again. My dick was hardening already. It had almost completely softened after my blowjob, but was at about half-mast by now. Amy continued, however. She shifted her hips slightly, moving her legs slightly further apart and her tiny pussy up higher off the flat of the sofa. Amy's left hand began moving again, brushing over her lips a few times before her fingers parted them carefully. She brought her hand to her mouth, still not breaking eye-contact with me. She licked her finger lasciviously and brought it down to her damp pussy, gently inserting it to the first knuckle. "Oh, boy, mhh," she said. "I'm going to be ready for you in no time," she said. She gently fingered herself while cupping her breast. Each push was a little deeper, and before long she had her finger deep inside herself. She continued by grasping her breast again, and then started frigging herself faster. "Mmm, let me come. I'm going to come so I'm nice and wet and you can just fuck me," Amy said. "Yeah, I'm gonna get to it and then you'll just bury it in me." "Yeah?" "Oh, yeah," she moaned. Her hand was a blur, and she started getting herself off. "Unh, yeah. Yeah, right now, yeah, nnhn, almost" she trailed into a series of moans as her orgasm built in her. She stretched her legs, kicking a bit, sliding around on the couch. She continued moaning, then cried "Oh, yeah!" as she reached her crescendo. Whimpering and mewing as she came down, she focused again on me. My dick was raging. "Are you ready?" "You'll need this," Tammy said. I'd completely forgotten about her, but turned to find her standing in front of me holding another condom in its packet. After taking it from her, I tore it open and rolled it over my cock. I again marveled at the way the material nearly disappeared when I popped the bladder hidden in the base of the rubber. "I'm ready for you, baby. How do you want me?" Amy said. "Just like that," I answered as I rose up on one knee on the sofa. I moved between her legs and planted my hands over her shoulders and she spread her legs to accommodate my hips. Amy grasped my cock and guided it into herself. I slipped in, just past her head. "I'm so wet," she said. "Fuck me as hard as you can. I want your cock way up in me!" Slowly pressing in, I felt her body engulf me. Tammy appeared again, suddenly distracting me. She stood at the side of the couch, right next to us. "More questions," she announced. "What are your sensations upon penetration?" "She's really wet," I said. I was a bit startled, and realized I was just repeating what Amy told me. "I can feel it. I can't believe how much I can feel through the material. She's really hot inside, too. There is a lot of heat transfer." "Are you comfortable?" Tammy asked Amy. "Yeah," she said. "It feels great." Amy caressed my sides with her hands, and I gently pushed myself into her sheath. She encompassed me, her folds widening to accommodate my girth and her body stretching to accept my intrusion. Once fully inside her, I enjoyed the sensation of her soft and warm pussy embracing my stiff cock. Retracting tenderly, I glanced down to see her nether lips clinging to my shaft. She glanced down, too, watching my body over her belly and twisting her hips upward, gently, to let me slip away from her. Just as I began to exit her, swelling her pussy lips around the knob of my dick, I reversed course and pushed into her again, this time more aggressively. And so I began to know and enjoy my surrogate, my hot little research assistant, with the lab sample condom that made me feel like I was bare inside her. Through the miniscule walls of the condom, I felt every ridge of Amy's body as I pumped in an out of her. Her soft walls were wet and puffy with her excitement. They yielded to my penetration and I could feel them grasping at my shaft during my withdrawal. When I thrust forward, her breasts bounced slightly on her chest in the open cups of her bra, her body still inclined on the pillow. Amy met each of my advances enthusiastically, rocking her hips up as I fallowed her tunnel. Neglecting the clinical nature of my visit, I began fucking her in earnest. Relieving myself of my own weight, I pushed my torso onto hers. Her breasts crushed into my chest, her belly ring pinching between us. My pounding thrusts stopped and became a rocking motion to slide my tool in and out of her at a more oblique angle. She wrapped her arms around me as I felt the softness of her body underneath me. Amy's hands moved up and down my back. She grabbed my ass. Clinging to me and bearing my weight, she opened her legs wider and bent her knees. Hooking the heels of her shoes under the swell of my butt, she embraced me with her soft legs and pulled against me to meet her thrusts. With her legs around me, her breasts pressing into me, my cock buried sweetly in her pussy, I was encased in her warmth and sweet texture. Her body was supple and smooth, curvy and delightful. It was as if I was knee-deep inside her as her upper thighs moved against my hips with each of my thrusts and her pulls. I pumped harder and she kept up with me, her warm breath against my neck. I thought of her supple and firm body, just enough feminine resistance to accept and satisfy my masculine rigidity, my hard muscles, and my penetrating advances. The additional stimulation combined with my sexy thoughts to begin simmering my excitement within me, and I felt my balls tighten. I rose on my hands again, then pulled backwards slowly to withdraw myself from her. "I want you from behind," I said, as I watched my thinly protected cock emerge from her pussy. Her genitals were now visibly engorged and deeply pink from our fucking. "Yeah, I want you to fuck me doggie-style," she said. "Let me have a look please, first," Tammy announced. She stepped forward and used a gloved hand to examine my throbbing cock and its wrapper. She pressed it down and up again, picking a couple of times to feel the thin material. "You're okay. Can you describe the sensations?" As I spoke, Amy moved to lean on the back of the sofa with her ass in the air. "They're incredible. It's like I'm bare inside her," I said. Amy had settled herself with one knee on the cushion and one behind her on the floor. Her ass was at the perfect height, and I stepped forward towards her. A new wave of excitement ripped through me as I examined Amy's ass. It was just perfect, soft and round at the top of her sinewy legs. Her stockings were askew slightly from all the progress we had made. Instinctively, I grasped my balls and gently pulled them down to retard my progress to orgasm. Amy tossed her hair over one shoulder and reached under herself to grasp my cock. I stepped towards her as she pushed me towards her opening. Once aligned, I firmly pressed forwarded and penetrated her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened and she slowly but audibly exhaled. The warmth of her body again overwhelmed me, and I immediately started retreating. I leaned forward, her ass pressing against the small of my belly, and grabbed her tits. "Oh, yeah. Get on me," she encouraged. "Yeah," I breathed. I grasped her breasts and put my elbows into the hollows of her waistline. Amy responded as if we'd been fuck buddies for months. By leaning her torso forward more, she gave me incredible access to her body and lifted her ass slightly into my gut. Her smooth, soft bottom caressed me as I rocked my hips to pull myself into and out of her. I stood upright and grabbed her hips to begin fucking her in earnest. My balls tightened again as I began to plow into her, and she started cooing. I grunted with each thrust, smacking my hips into her ass. "Yeah, that's good, it feels good, unh," Amy said quickly. I grasped her hips harder, pulling her back towards me and pushing myself in. With my excitement and aggression, my groin tightened gently. Focused on my efforts, I began bucking into her body for all I was worth. It was at that moment I noticed Dr. Tammy had moved behind me and was studying my cock as it moved in and out of her assistant. I smiled down at her, but she didn't glance up at me so I continued my fuck. And I enjoyed myself. When I pushed forward into Amy, her body yielded to me. As I hit her bottom, her firm and supple flesh bounced. She was panting heavily and grasping the top of the cushion, mewing with each of my thrusts. "Uh, yeah," I said. I was starting to climb towards my orgasm. I slowed, slightly, knowing I could savor the feeling a little, but I with each forward thrust I pushed as hard as I could to bump Amy's pretty ass. "That's nice, yeah," she said, panting. Then her voice changed: "I'm gonna come again, do me, do me!" she squealed. With my next thrust, I felt her fiddling herself; her fingertips wiggled over her clit and brushed against my sack. Focusing on my slowed pace, I worked the lab assistant for all I was worth. My steady and deliberate thrusts pushed us both towards our rewards, and just as I realized I couldn't restrain myself Amy announced her completion. "God, yeah! Ungh, yeah, nnhn, fuck!" she cried. I threw away any thought of pacing myself as I tightened in orgasm inside her. Bucking wildly and pulling against her hips, I pounded my groin forward into her pussy. Straining against myself as deeply as I could, I pulled against my own body and pushed out a wad of my juices. Amy noisily groaned and cried as she came. My thrusts continued and I fucked her for all I was worth, riding out my orgasm with slower and slower efforts until I had popped six or seven spurts. I withdrew from her and flopped onto the couch. Amy, panting heavily, twisted around to sit on the cushion. "That was fantastic," She said. "Yeah," I panted, smiling at her. "You're detumescing," she said. "I'll need that condom sample." I nodded, and Tammy knelt before me and very gently removed the base of the rubber from my pubic hairs before pulling it off. Using a sample tray, she carried it to the table. "You're a good fuck," Amy said soflty. "I had a great partner," I said. "You made it seem very natural. I mean, I wasn't thinking about all the, uh—" I gestured toward the lab. "The clinical nature of your visit?" She smiled. "It's my job to do that. But you made my job really fun." Amy stood and pecked me on the cheek. She walked back to the examination table, grabbed her lab coat and pulled it on. At the door, she smiled and waved at me with her fingers. "Thank you," I said as she left. "Fantastic ejaculate volume on this one," Tammy said from the counter. She was moving tubes and plastic bags around on her work surface. She opened a drawer and produced a large envelope, in which she placed all the two bags and samples I had produced. She sealed it and transferred a bar-coded sticker from my form to the front of the envelope. The Tester The doctor then produced another, smaller envelope from the draw. Finally, she turned to me. "I really want to thank you for your help in our study," she said, handing me the envelope. "I hope you enjoy our gift. There's a shower through this door, if you'd like to clean up before leaving. When you're ready to go, just leave the door open so we know you're no longer in here." And with that, she coolly walked to the door and exited. It ended about as suddenly as it began. I showered quickly, careful not to get my hair wet. After dressing, I returned to work. Once there, I couldn't get anything done as I sat reliving my encounter with Amy. The Testing of Jane (Please feel free to leave me feedback on any of my stories. I do so enjoy writing the story of David and Jane. They have so much to do together and each adventure is so fun to explore. Don't forget to vote on my story. I like knowing if you liked it or not. Thanks for reading and hope you come back for more. Jane) My evening starts like every other evening and I am so dam bored with it. I finish work... go home.. start dinner... turn on my computer and check for emails and friends online.... most times I have neither so I play gin until 'he' gets home. Then as always, I prepare his dinner plate and he sits in front of the television and eats. I learned early that conversation is something he starts and it is about his thoughts. Every once in awhile I will assert myself and force him to talk about what is happening in my life but lately his boredom is very evident so I generally don't bother. Why I stay in this marriage is unknown. Possibly out of loyalty, mostly out of necessity. I am a woman who let her looks go severely down hill.... after all he didn't care so who was I going to impress? Not a good attitude to have but one that worked for me over the years. Then suddenly I began to write. I found I have a knack for putting into words what my body and mind crave and desire. I sent my first story to an online friend as a proofreader type thing ...he emailed me back almost immediately. "Holy shit that was hot" he wrote with a link to a website included on the email. It was for literotica.com... I checked it out and read some of the stories. I wondered if mine was good enough for this site. I thought about it for a few days then simply took a chance. How fun it was to check everyday and see how many people read my story. I was thrilled when 500 people read it. I wanted to celebrate and tell someone but who to tell? 'He' certainly wouldn't be interested. He laughed when I made the mistake of reading him the first couple of paragraphs. So ..... In late November a man sent me a feedback email on the story. I generally read the feedbacks and smile. But something he said caught my eye and I wrote back. We began to email each other and found out we both have messenger. So we talked on there. How exciting it was to find a man who was interested in me. ME! It was so new and thrilling that I could finally open myself up to a man. When he mentioned he would be in FL and wanted to meet me... I panicked. After all I am not all that thrilling in person and I wanted to keep the magic we had. The more we talked the more he convinced me that looks and size meant nothing. He enjoys the whole me. Our night together was almost perfect. I knew I did not please him orally but I was so scared. My god, this man was only the third man to have his cock in my body in all of my 44 years. I can be quite wonderful on paper but in person I must not be all that good. After all 'he' doesn't want sex with me any longer so it must be me personally. But my friend showed me that I could be desirable. I was wanted. It was not my fault for sex not being in my life. I can be extremely sexual outside of marriage. I cried when he left. Don't think he really knew how much he touched my soul that night. We schedule to meet the next night but I received no word from him.... I waited and waited and as I laid alone in that hotel bed the tears flowed for a different reason. I hated thinking it was to be a one night affair. Dear god that hurt me more than anything in the world. I know he left me knowing that I am not the problem in my marriage but yet he did not want me again. Would anyone? I made up my mind to accept the change in me and go on with the mental and physical changes I planned to make in my life. I went home and attempted to go on as if nothing happened but it did. My whole demeanor changed. I smiled more. I flirted more. I was also a little more depressed over the loss of my friend. I sent emails and messages. No response, but suddenly a few days later there it was. Something happened and he had to leave in a hurry. No time to let me know. He was sorry! He loved our night together and was so looking forward to the next. My whole world lifted then. He did like me. He did want me again. Our friendship blossomed and grew. Each day was something new. Each day brought us closer as friends and lovers. Our phone conversations were erotic and satisfying as he brought me to climax many times not allowing me to stop. He made me "his" and I loved every minute of it. Even though we are hundred of miles apart I could still feel him and taste him. Our relationship began to change over time. Each meeting we have, although short in time, is life altering. I was becoming his slut and he my master. It was not an easy transformation for me at first to make but how easily it comes to me now. How effortlessly he can make me cum with just his voice. Our meetings getting more and more erotic. If I close my eyes now as I type I can hear it and my nipples harden and my skin begins to tingle. He tells me he is coming to Fl and wants me to pick him up. I can't wait. I ask where he is staying and he says 'with you'. HMMM I take that to mean he wants me with him. He tells me the flight and time. Just before dinner. I tell my husband dinner is in the microwave... I am going out with friends won't be home until late. I don't know if he hears me.. his favorite show is on. He is clueless. I arrive at the airport early. I freshen my makeup and myself and when you arrive it is like a part of me is finally together. The kiss we share is passionate and erotic. I know you like pubic displays and I rub my body up to yours. You can feel my nipples already hard pressed into your chest. My fingers thread in your hair as your tongue enters my mouth. When I suck on it I moan as your hand begins to caress my ass under the edge of my dress. I care not that others have a view of my ass cheeks. Your finger slips inside my panties and finds my wetness. I melt as it slides in my pussy once and is removed just as quickly. I moan softly as you bring that finger to our mouths still locked together and we taste me together. How we make it to the car with out just out and out fucking right there is beyond me. I don't even remember how we got to the damn car. I let you drive as I have other things on my mind and once on the road I begin to unzip your jeans. My hand finds you semi hard already and I can't wait to feel this cock in my ass again but for now... it is my mouth that will do all the enjoying. I undo my seatbelt and lay on the seat. My head in your lap. Your hand threads in my hair. My tongue slides out and slowly licks you. I love the way your cock bounces from my soft wet touch. I hear you breath in as my lips surround the head and I begin to suck. So softly you wonder if I even am, to so hard you wish I would stop. I love the way your hand curls in my hair almost pulling it. I lift my mouth off of your cock only long enough to remind you to keep an eye on the road. That gets me a slap on my ass. I do so love my ass spanked by you. My pussy fills with each slap of your hand or paddle. My mouth slides down on you and I do so enjoy the feel of you sliding in and out of my mouth. Making you so hard and ready for my body. But I know you will cum in my mouth first. I pay no attention to where you are driving. Just to what my mouth is doing to us both. I know I will cum while I suck on you .. so I try to hold off until I feel you erupt in my mouth. Harder and harder I slide and suck. Holding you deep and using my tongue to reach farther. I feel your hand leave my hair and reach under me. It finds my nipple and pinches... Softly at first then increasing pressure. As you the pinching gets harder so does my mouth. I cum when the pain is so intense I can stand it no longer. My mouth stops sucking but I hear you say 'don't stop'. I continue sucking harder now. You now guide my head and your climax has your cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow all you have to offer and suck for more. You lift my head from your lap and pull me close. Your lips on mine tell me you are pleased and I cuddle close. It is then I realize you have pulled off the road. It looks so familiar to me and I look at you. "Where are we going?" I ask "Your home" is your reply. I am so shocked that I don't reply right away. "We can't. He is home" are the words I finally force from my lips. "I know" is all you say. I look at you and I am so confused. I sit in silence for a few minutes. "We can't go there David, he will kill us" "Don't worry Jane, we will be fine. Trust me." My trust in you is all encompassing but my fear of what is and will happen is just as engulfing. Tears begin running down my cheeks and I find no comfort in the circle of your arm. I can feel my panic building and you do too. I struggle in your arm as I feel so much like running but you hold me tight and tell me to look at you. Being your slut for so long I know that I must .... my eyes lift to yours and you kiss me deeply and completely. "You know you are desired and wanted. I have wanted and desired you everyday since the day we met. You need to show him this. It will prove once and for all that you are not the problem in your marriage. He is." You kiss me again and the car begins the final mile to the house. When we pull in the drive and you get out of the car, I sit still. I am so frozen in fear. You come to my side and open the door. Saying nothing, you hold out your hand. Mine is shaking so badly when I place it in yours. You squeeze it tight. We walk in the front door and into the living room... he is sleeping with the dinner tray in front of him and the TV on. When you click the TV the silence wakes him. He is startled to see you before him and turns to me. I say nothing. When he starts to rise... you say one work.. "Sit". The look and force of your presence has him sitting back down. You talk evenly and quietly of who you are... of what he is doing to ruin our marriage. You tell him of us. Of how we met and of what we have become. Non threatening but definitely in control of this conversation. He sits quietly through it all. When you look at me I come to your side and I take your hand. "She is my slut now. mine to do as I wish.. when I wish... watch... you could have at anytime made her yours, but your lack of concern over this woman has made her turn to me. I find her desirable and loving. She is a good and obedient slut! Now watch and know she is enjoying the attention of her master" With out a word I remove my clothes. I stand before you both naked. Both sets of eyes on me. One set appreciative.. the other angry. Your fingers lovingly stroke my skin. I shiver at the touch. It is so hard for me not to react to your touch. When his eyes stray, your sharp words bring them back onto us. My nipples begin to harden and I moan as you bring your fingers across them. Down my stomach you touch my shaved mound. "Did you even notice she is clean shaven? She did it for me. I told her I wouldn't fuck her unless she was shaved and so she did. It is so soft and smooth to my touch. See how she moves with my fingers? Now watch as she comes with just my voice. Watch and see what a good slut she has become." Your hand threads in my hair and pulls my head back to you. Your voice whispers in my ear. The voice that you use on the phone warms me and my body floats with it. To another time.. another place. Your words filter through. Loving, sexual, erotic thoughts fill my head and my pussy flows. I moan and move with the words. I do not need the touch of fingers or cock to cum for you. My imagination is enough for us. When I hear you say 'now' I feel the warmth of my climax flow through me and my legs begin to give way. Your arm circles my waist and you feel me ride out the waves until my eyes clear and my body stops shaking. I am embarrassed. But not because of what you can do to me, but that I did it in front of him. "Now watch what my slut gets for doing this." You push me to my knees and I remove your cock from your jeans. I love this cock. Its smoothness and silkiness slide so easily into my body. You can use it so hard at times and other times so loving. I know today will be punishing. A test on my resolve to find who I am. On how far I will go. My final test of knowing I am and always will be yours. Your cock slides in my mouth and I begin to suck on you. While I love sucking on your cock this test is not one I am looking forward to. I know it will not be loving as we did in the car.. but pure fucking. In and out you slide. I suck hard and take you in hard.. my fingers digging into your flesh. I don't notice that you are stepping out of your jeans. When my nails dig just a bit to hard your grab them and hold them. Your hips thrusting hard into my mouth, gagging me and making me suck harder on you. Fucking my mouth in a way I don't enjoy but will endure as it is what you want from me. Proving to him that I will do as you demand. Over and over you slide my body moving with you. I feel my orgasm building and I am moaning on your cock. "You may touch yourself Jane" I hear. My finger touches my clit and it is to much. I cum fast and hard. My body shaking violently. Suddenly you pull me off of you. Your cock makes a plopping sound as I am sucking hard as you pull me off. I look up at you. He is watching you. I look at him... his cock is evident in his jeans. WOW.... I never would have thought he would be effected. "See what your wife is capable of? See what you are missing? She is excellent! Now watch as I reward her in the manner she loves." You sit in the chair and turn me over your knee. You hand hits my bare ass with a resounding slap. I flinch from the force of it. You repeat the slap again and again. I lost count after six. My ass is red and hot and my pussy is wet and dripping. We both rise, our breath fast and heavy. It won't take much to push me over the edge of orgasm again. You push my face into the couch next to where he sits. I can almost feel the heat of his body but I care nothing of him. I am all yours now. From the minute you stepped off the plane this is what your plan was. What your goal was. My training is almost complete as I feel your cock at my ass. I begin to push back onto you and feel your thrusting in. Your cock slides into my willing ass and you thrust in and out easily now. Over and over you use my ass.. I climax with you in me.. when you continue, my moans turn to screams and I am lost in the feelings. You slap my ass when I slow... you pull my hair when I stop. Over and over your cock brings me intense sexual orgasms. I feel you tighten your grip and I know the end is near. Your grip my shoulders and thrust so deep each thrust emits a scream, not of pain but of pure ecstasy. When you thrust one last time your release is massive. I squeeze you tightly and force your cum into my ass. Loving the movement of you in and out. When you hold your cock in me until both our spasms end I know I am totally yours! I collapse and you slide from my ass. You carass my back and ass as you look at him and say, "See what my slut has done? She thinks she is completely satisfied but I know she can do more. And she will do more. But she will do it for me, and with me, in your bed." "You will not interrupt us. You will not be allowed to enter the room while I am in the house. I know you will hear us. My slut is loud. She will moan and scream but she does this for me as I demand it. Do not interfer." "And know this.... when I leave tomorrow she will still be mine. When I call, she will cum for me. With just my voice and her fingers she will cum not once but many times. Watch if you like but don't dare touch my property. She is only yours on paper from this moment forward. You will be financially responsible for her but her sexual needs are now mine." "I will continue to use her as I like. Sometimes in your presence and sometimes not. She will not allow you to touch her and if it happens she will be punished for letting it happen. Her punishment will be severe. Not the love taps of tonight but so completely that I will not leave a bit of her skin unmarked." With those words you turn and look at me. Your eyes bore into mine as you hold out your hand to me. I know the second I place my hand in yours it will engulf me as you have engulfed me in your life, in your passion, in your soul. I am now and always will be yours. I look at him one time and see what was..... I look at you and see what is..... I place my hand in yours. The Testing of Wendy My wife Wendy and I have been married for 8 years. We are both 40. Wendy has a curvy, voluptuous figure, with a 38D chest, and the best bum I have seen on a woman. And she is all woman. She also has that dirty look on her, which she can switch on from being a cutie in a second. Our sex life has always been good but as time goes by we have added new scenarios and ideas to spice it up, such as having sex outdoors on the way home from a night out, sometimes in people’s gardens. The only 2 things we have talked about that have remained no go areas are threesomes and anal sex. Wendy has no interest in other women and only wants to share herself with me. She hasn’t actually said she is against the idea of having another man join us, she is just worried what it might lead to in our relationship. As for anal sex, well she had tried it with a previous bf but he was too rough and she has no desire to try it again. Other than that she wasn’t keen on me cumming over her face but I did occasionally get carried away, not that she complained too much. I have always imagined seeing Wendy with another man, or even two, whilst I watched and/or joined in. This was the biggest fantasy turn on for me. I had always made do with a bit of photo manipulation, taking pictures of her and blending them into pictures of women being gangbanged by 2 or more men, usually black men. I have lots of these pictures and they could guarantee to get me aroused quicker than anything except Wendy herself. Have even done a few fakes for friends (if you would like some – let me know – seriously!). Anyway, to the story. It was a Saturday evening, time on our hands. Wendy dressed up and I decided to be in control, she was to do everything I said. She was wearing a slutty little outfit, tight white strapless top, a black mini skirt, stockings and heels. We decided to stay in. I ordered her over to the bed and told her to lie down on her back. I took out 2 pairs of handcuffs. I knelt down over her, pinning her down to the bed, cuffed one hand to one bedpost and with the other cuffs her other hand to the opposite corner. I then slowly pushed her legs apart tying each ankle to a corner post. She was now spread-eagled on the bed. Completely at my mercy I then blindfolded her to take away one of her senses – help heighten the others. I took out a very realistic thick black 10-inch cock vibrator I had bought a week earlier, that she knew nothing about, and placed it alongside her, on the bed. She only had a small smooth vibrator so this was to be a surprise for her. After tying her up I kissed her gently on the lips, ran my fingers softly across her cheek, down her soft neck and down to her top. I then grabbed her top and yanked it hard down to her waist, releasing her breasts. Thinking I was going to be gentle with her she gasped at the shock of being stripped in this way. I left the room for a couple of minutes in order to heighten her arousal with the anticipation. Just then the phone rang. It was a wrong number. After finishing the call quickly I carried on talking down the phone (to a dead line) saying “OK, see you here in a couple of minutes.” I said it loud enough for Wendy to hear me, knowing she would be listening. I wanted her to wander what I was up to. I guessed she was thinking, “Who was he talking to?” “Is someone coming round here in a few minutes, with me tied to the bed, dressed in just stockings and heels, breasts revealed to the world?” I came back into the room. “Who was that?” Wendy asked. “No-one darling, just a wrong number” I replied. I thought this would be an ideal time to bring my fantasy of seeing Wendy with another man a step closer. I gathered that if I pretended that another man was going to be in the room, kissing, touching, maybe even fucking her she may get turned on by it, whilst knowing that it wasn’t actually happening, and that it was me, not another man, all along. I went over to the bed. Her legs were nicely spread and her skirt was so short the stocking top were a couple of inches lower, revealing her tanned flesh of the tops of her thighs. I could see her lips, glinting already from the moisture from her wet pussy. I knelt by her side and kissed her again. I took my cock out of my trousers and placed it on her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue came out, flicking the tip of my now, erect, cock. I pushed it down, the tip slipping into her warm, wet mouth. She closed her mouth around it and rolled her tongue round the tip. She hadn’t started sucking on it yet, she just played with the tip using her tongue – she could make me cum just doing this. Feeling I could cum very quickly I pulled my cock out, and then climbed off the bed. “I think I can hear someone coming down the path,” I said to her. “Let me quickly get the door.” I left the room, ran down the stairs, opened the door very quietly and rang the doorbell myself. I had a brief conversation with myself, loudly enough for Wendy to think someone was at the front door but not loud enough so she could make out it was only me there. I closed the door loudly but stayed downstairs for a minute or two, continuing to talk, but now a bit softer, so that Wendy wasn’t sure whether there was someone in the house or not. I started to walk up the stairs, but doing so on all fours, to make it sound like there were 2 sets of footsteps approaching the bedroom. I reached the top of the stairs and was hoping Wendy was now thinking that the man (more likely than a woman) who rang earlier to say he was coming around, was now in the house coming towards the bedroom. I was hoping that she would still be willing to carry on and not scream for the mystery person to get out. I came towards the bedroom door which was ajar and said “Sshhhh” very quietly, but once again, hopefully loud enough for Wendy to hear. I stepped into the room. “Who was that?” she asked. “It was Dave (a mutual friend), he popped round to pick up his tools” I replied, deliberately unconvincingly. “There’s no-one else here is there, in the room with us?” she carried on. The plan had worked. “No, darling, just you and me” I said. “I would never lie to you – it is just you and me in here – trust me” I continued. “OK, I trust you” she said. I now had to act differently with Wendy to how I normally would. Like I said, we have been married for 8 years and she could tell it was me when we were in the bedroom, even when blindfolded. I said nothing. Climbing on to the bed, near her head so she could suck my cock, I stroked her breasts with the back of my hand, pinching the nipple on the way through. I knew she didn’t like to be pinched there so I hoped it once again would cast a seed of doubt over who was touching her. She shrieked, “Not too hard, you know I don’t like it.” “I’m in charge, keep quiet” I replied. I carried on stroking her naked fleshy breasts, running my fingers over her pert nipples, making them even more erect. I ran my middle finger across her mouth, pushing it in as she opened it slightly. I pushed it slowly in and out, getting her ready for the cock I was about to replace it with. I got off the bed and climbed on the other side, to make her think there was another person still there. I leant over her face, facing her feet, rather than her face, and slipped my cock into her mouth. This felt completely different to her now. She never sucked my cock from this angle so it could be anyone’s cock as far as she was concerned. It didn’t seem to bother her that much as she started sucking on it straight away. I pumped my cock down into her mouth. Fucking her face slowly but deeply. I put my hand behind me and pushed it against the back of her head. “Suck it bitch” I said, disguising my voice. She complied willingly, using her tongue to full effect and slurping with enthusiasm rarely seen. Her mouth slid up and down the shaft, seemingly wetter and wetter, aided by my pre-cum oozing out. I let go of her head, my cock falling out of her mouth. She lifted her head up, the tongue flicking the tip of my cock as she struggled to get her lips round it. She reached up higher and caught my balls as they touched against her forehead. Reaching up higher she got her lips round one and started to suck and lick them as if her life depended on it. “That’s it, good girl,” I said in a different accent. I leant forward, my hands slid down her body, over her breasts, her nipples erect and swollen. I pinched them again, but more tenderly than before. She let out a moan as I did so. My right hand continued down to her skirt. I gently hoisted it upwards, and then ran my fingers through her bush, down towards her clit. I slipped my finger over her clit and down onto her pussy. I could see her legs starting to shake. Her lips were warm and wet, my finger pushing them apart and easing its way into her cunt. She let out a soft moan. I took the vibrator, all 10 inches, and placed it on her lips. It was bigger than my cock, thicker and longer, and she was not used to anything this size. I skimmed the lips of her pussy with the big black cock, up and down. Each time I slid it up I pushed it in a bit further, then taking it right out again. Her juices were glistening on the end of the big black beast that was ready to enter her. I raised myself so that I could replace my balls with my cock in her mouth. I eased my cock in, deeper and deeper, until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue flicking at my cock as much as she possibly could. “Have you ever tried 2 cocks?” I asked. She was unable to reply. I carried on teasing her pussy with the black cock, slowly up and down until I suddenly thrust it deep into her pussy. She let out a scream followed by a gentle moan. I thrust it in and out of her now dripping pussy. “You like that, don’t you, you slut? You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I continued to pound her pussy with the vibrator whilst she sucked on my cock with a fervent passion. Wendy’s body was now writhing about on the bed. Her moans got louder each time the big black cock was thrust into her pussy, the 2 balls banging against her clit, sending her legs into a spasm. She was on the verge of cumming until I pulled it out quickly. I climbed off her. “How about a different cock in your cunt now, slut? Time to swap around” “A different one?? What??!!” was the reply. “That’s right” I said “you have had the black cock, now for mine.” “But, but you said….” Wendy replied. “Shut up, unless you want the black cock in your ass” I interrupted. I was getting more turned on by her only resisting so much. Knowing that she wasn’t unhappy to entertain 2 cocks without being fully sure of what was going on made me even harder. I went round and knelt between her legs. Pushing her thighs a little further apart I bent down and flicked my tongue on her clit, each time hearing a little yelp of pleasure. “That’s it, act and sound like a bitch”. I took the black cock, wet with her juices and pushed it into her mouth. “Suck on that, whilst I fuck you.” I couldn’t believe she opened her mouth. She wanted another cock in her, this was now turning me on more than anything we had done before, so much that I fucked her harder and harder than I had ever done before. My wife was turning into that slut that I had always wanted to see her as. She juggled the cock with her mouth, eager to taste her juices that covered the length of it. I drove my cock hard and deep into her pussy. I banged it into her as hard as I could, spreading her legs apart as far as they would go. I pulled the cock out of her mouth before she had time to realise it wasn’t real (maybe I was too late.) I untied one of her legs and turned her slightly to the side. With her free leg now over my shoulder I fucked her harder and harder, Wendy responding with a moan on each thrust. “More, more” she moaned. “More cock or more fucking?” I asked. “More cock, more cock pleeease” she moaned. I grabbed her arse cheeks, pushing my fingers nearer and nearer to her anus. Spreading her buttocks, her ring opening up, glistening with her cum dripping I pushed the tip of my finger into her ass. Wendy was on the verge of cumming now, only one way to stop her in her tracks ….. ”That ass looks like it needs a good hard fuck” I said in my disguised voice. She clenched the muscles, stopping her climax. “No, not my ass, please.” Still pounding her swollen lips and wet dripping cunt I gently teased her anus with the tip of the big black vibrator. “No no please” she responded. “But you seem like an expert with 2 cocks already” I said. “You can cum on my face, but don’t fuck my ass” she replied. Still fucking her I pounded faster and harder, fingering the rim of her ass. It was too much for Wendy and she screamed, shaking with desire as she finally came, as strongly as she had for sometime. Her body shivered and glistened with sweat. I pulled out, climbing onto her so that she could finish me off with her mouth. As I pushed my cock into her mouth, I slapped the side of her face with the black cock. She had, for second, forgotten about the other cock. “How much cum can you take?” I said “Just yours” she stuttered. “But it is only me here” I answered back. Had she really thought there was someone else here? More importantly she hadn’t seem to object. Her tongue had brought me to the edge of climax. I could feel the cum rushing out. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, spurting sticky cum over her mouth, face and hair. She kept her mouth open, more spunk dripping into her mouth, onto her tongue ready to clean my cock from all it’s cum. As the cum dripped down her cheek I pressed my cock into her mouth, her tongue immediately licking off her cum and my spunk. “That’s it, nice and clean, you slut.” “Slut?” she said. “Yes darling, you sucked and fucked me without being certain it was just me. That makes you a cheap slut. You never know, next time it may be the real thing.” Wendy didn’t reply. I climbed off the bed, grabbed the vibrator and walked out of the room – Wendy still tied to the bed. I went downstairs, opened the door, said “Thanks, see you soon” and closed the door shut. I then hid the vibrator. Back in the bedroom Wendy asked why the front door opened and shut. “Just thought I heard a knock darling” I responded. She said no more. I guessed she didn’t want me to know how much she enjoyed it, she wanted it to remain a fantasy. Then she just kissed me on my lips and said “I love you.”