1 comments/ 15419 views/ 0 favorites Bad Car By: lee17201 I am in the middle of very hot porn DVD, totally naked, my cock very stiff from the DVD & my stroking, when the doorbell rings. "SHIT!" I yell, as I stand up, grabbing my robe as I head for the door. I pull my robe around me quickly, hoping I have covered my stiff prick & yank the door open, ready to unload all over whoever is disturbing me. I quickly lose my impulse to scream, as I see who is standing there. Dark hair, stunning eyes, & the greatest tits I have ever seen. I pull my robe closer around me, trying to make sure I am covered. "Yes?" I ask. She looks sad & worried. "I, I mean, well, my car, it, well, I don't know, it just stopped & I don't know what to do." Her eyes well with tears, though none spill from those mesmerizing eyes. I just stand there, stupid. Something, somewhere, kicks me in the head & I open the door wider. "Come in, please, & use the phone. Is there someone you can call?" "No, I am on my way to South Dakota & don't know anyone around here." "Triple A?" "No." "Ooookay. Look, I know a very good mechanic, but I don't know if I can get him to come out at this time of night. I'll gladly call him & try, but I can't guarantee anything." "Oh, I will pay anything if he would!" "Ok, I'll try him. Make yourself comfortable & I'll give Rick a ring." She smiles & nods & walks into the living room as I get the phone book out. I call Rick & get his machine. "Damn," I say under my breath as I wait for the beep. "Rick, it's Ollie. I have an emergency. Gimme a call, ok? Thanks, friend." I hang up & walk into the living room. "Rick is out, so I left..." I stop as soon as I enter. The TV is still on & the DVD is showing some nice high quality porn. She seems to be quite enthralled with what is being shown. I quickly grab a remote & turn off the tube. "Hey! I was watching that!" she says. "Oh, sorry, I didn't want to upset you." I turn the TV back on. "May I get you a drink? Something to eat?" "A glass of wine would be nice, if you have any." "Wine it is. Be back in a second." I leave the living room & go to the kitchen. As I pour her wine, my mind goes crazy. There is this gorgeous woman, watching porn, avidly, in my living room. And, since Rick is probably out for the night, she will have to stay here over night! Is this a dream come true, or what? I go back to the living room & almost drop the wine when I enter. She has opened her blouse & is pinching her nipples, while her other hand is rubbing her crotch through her pants. There is a small wet spot on her pants. My cock, which had softened slightly, now blooms. The head pokes out of my robe. I don't care. If she is going to do that to herself, why should I care if she sees my cock? I cough. She looks up & smiles. "I hope you don't mind," she says. "You told me to get comfortable, after all." "Yes, I did. Do you mind if I get comfortable?" "Not at all! It's your home," she says, as I hand her the glass of wine. I open my robe & sit beside her on the couch. My cock sticks straight out, throbbing slightly. She glances at my cock. "I'm sorry, but we can't fuck. I am engaged & it is important to me to stay faithful to him." "Oh. Oh, well, that's ok. No problem." "Though I am very horny. Jim & I haven't been with each other in months." She seems to think a moment as we watch the DVD. "Tell you what. As long as you don't try to stick that lovely cock into my pussy, we can do anything else." I counter with, "Or how about this? We don't touch each other. We get completely naked, watch the DVD, & fondle ourselves. Maybe a kiss or two, but no touching the other." She smiles broadly. "That sounds like a rather large challenge. I would love to have that cock in my mouth." "Let's try it my way, first." In response, she stands & practically rips her clothes off. She stands in front of me, showing me her voluptuous body, posing for me, as she cups her tits & rubs her nipples. I don't touch my cock yet, for I want this to last. I spit on my fingers & rub my own nipples. She smiles lewdly & moves one hand down, trailing a finger over her belly, flipping around her pussy. "I like a man that likes nipples," she says huskily. She sits down across from me & spreads her legs wide. She is gorgeous. She uses one hand to spread her pussy lips open, showing me the sweet gash between her legs. I see the cunt juices flowing. She keeps an eye on my cock as she dips a finger into her wet slit & trails it up to her clit. I can see it just poking out of its hood. She rubs it gently & I take my cock into my hand. I stroke my very swollen cock up & down, as she rubs her clit harder. She has her other hand on her nipples, pinching & pulling her very hard nipples. I moan slightly. She smiles wickedly & dips a finger into her wet pussy, getting more of her love juice on it. Back to the clit she goes, giving her very stiff clitty a nice work out. I reach under my cock & fondle my balls. "That is a wonderful sight," I moan. "And if feels so good," she moans, letting her other hand leave her tits & ramming it into her pussy hole. "Oh, goodness, I'm gonna cum," I gasp, feeling the cum boil in my balls. She nods & works her pussy harder. "Oooo, yeah, me too, stud," she sighs, as my cum blows out of my cock, flying high & landing on my belly. She gasps & cums with me, neither of us taking our eyes off the other. "That was wonderful," she says, sitting up, though still gently playing with her pussy. "I think I may have to taste that cock of yours." And that she did, & more, as we spent the next two days together. Rick never did call me. Bad Cards, Good Guys Note: My previous submissions were in the third person, I really wanted to write as first person for this story. I really think it gives a different feel to the story. * It was the usual poker night, but not the usual location. Marie and I along with three other couples had decided to spend the long weekend more or less off the grid. The cabin we had rented was decked in hardwood floor to ceiling. Stereotypical furniture was staged to make the over sized main room look like the hunting lodge it normally was used for. The ladies had decided to make the forty-five minute drive into town to look at overpriced antiques and would most likely be gone for hours. The ordinarily friendly poker game had taken a strange twist the last time all of us guys were together. Tim had jokingly suggested we trade up from tortilla chips to pieces of clothing. With the alcohol flowing at Tim's house, somehow we had all agreed. By the end of that night Tim was left with his shirt unbuttoned but still clothed from the waist down, Jorge was down to his boxers and t-shirt, lucky Lonnie was fully clothed grinning like the Cheshire cat. And I sat quietly stripped down to my briefs. And that's the way the night ended. We each grabbed our pile of clothing, redressed and headed home. As the sun began its slow slide from the sky, Tim broke out his cards and suggested we start where we had left off last time. Having been the biggest loser last time I tried to protest but Lonnie had already jumped in with his agreement. Tim was unbuttoning his shirt and out of the corner of my eye I could see Jorge shrug and stripped down to his boxers. He wasn't wearing an undershirt tonight and I saw him throw his shirt into the pile by his chair. My card playing skills leave something to be desired which made me pretty nervous, but since everyone else was in the game it didn't seem like I could beg out of this round. I don't even remember what the next hand was other than I lost. I had nothing left to bet so I dutifully lost my briefs. My heart began pounding in my ears as I swallowed and looked around the room. I was sure the guys could hear the rush of my blood through my veins, but no one seemed to even notice that I was naked. Lonnie was dealing the next round of cards, my own cards landing in front of me. "I don't have anything left to bet," I started to back from the game. "No worries," piped up Tim, "I have an idea." He jumped up from the table as we all watched him disappear into the room he was sharing with his wife. He returned with a small duffel bag, "look what Leslie brought!" Tim unzipped the bag and pulled out several sex toys and placed them in the middle of the table. "What are we supposed to do with those?" Jorge wanted to know, suddenly not smiling nearly as much as he had been just a few moments earlier. "It's easy," suggested Tim, "we can put them back in the bag. The next one who loses all their clothes can pick losing the last piece of their clothes or one of us can pull a toy out of the bag blind. The rest of us can get creative on how it gets used." I could see Lonnie, fully clothed, thinking over the idea but leaning towards agreement. Jorge was smiling nervously but shook his head yes. I was sure that I was the most nervous, I had nothing left to lose, just a potential random toy that these three guys were going to be creative about. I weakly nodded my agreement and Tim flashed his famous grin, "let's play!" The fear of the grab bag must have sharpened my skills because I didn't lose the next three hands. Lucky Lonnie had to slip out of his shirt and pants and was seated in his skimpy bikini brief underwear. Then Jorge lost a hand and I wasn't the only one sitting with a bare ass on the wooden chairs around the poker table. I thought I saw a faint smile cross his lips, but I couldn't be sure. I was beginning to wonder about the rules we had agreed upon -- we could only lose pieces of clothing, there was no way to regain any. With the next deal I was sure the game would end, we would laugh and strut in our booze and testosterone influenced state, throw on our clothes and all would be right again. We could switch back to our tortilla chips and play until the ladies came home. "You guys think we could switch back to chips?" I asked, looking around at the group. Tim was too quick to answer, "come on. You aren't afraid of losing are you?" His stare dared to me accept the weakness that I felt even as he flipped the last of my cards in front of me. Not feeling much support from my fellow nude and semi-nude players, there was nothing I could do but reply, "no. I guess not." Naturally, the hand was crap and I was the biggest loser of that round. I had nothing left to lose. Tim grabbed the duffel bag, "the bag! The winner gets to draw from the bag!" Of course the winner was Tim. Definitely inebriated, overly gleeful that the bag had come into play. "Lonnie, hold open the bag so I can draw." Tim turned his head away from the open zipper on the bag of toys. He reached in as Lonnie splayed the bag open. He drew his hand slowly from the bag, a shiny black oblong object in his hand. "Ah!" Tim exclaimed, a bit of mischievous delight causing his lips to curl into a smile. "a butt plug." "What a minute! A butt plug?" My heart began to race, surely due to fear. "That thing's huge." Lonnie reached for the solid looking piece of silicon, wrapping his fingers around the device, "naw. My hand almost goes around it. My cock is bigger around than that." My eyes were instantly drawn to the outline of his penis nestled inside his dark blue bikini briefs. I could not help it, the statement had drawn the curiosity of my mind. I broke my gaze as quickly as I could, looking back at the silicon plug still wrapped in Lonnie's hand. I swallowed the lump growing in my throat, "what am I supposed to do with that?" Jorge broke his self-imposed silence by answering before anyone else, "it's a butt plug. You have to put it in your butt." "But," I started to protest. "Hold on," Tim chimed in, "use this," an instantly recognizable tube of KY appeared in his outstretched hand. I looked around the table. I had lost the last round of cards and three pairs of eyes challenged me to back down. The game had been dangerously close to the precipice and now I was staring into the abyss. I took the plug and the lube and rose from my chair to take a step toward the bathroom. "Dude, come on." It was Tim. "You gotta do it here." My heart sank even lower than I imagined it could. The device had a bulge in the middle and kind of a suction cup on one end. Tim certainly seemed to know its use. "Just suction that thing to the chair, lube it up and sit down on it." The words were factual, the concept intimidating. I stood next to my chair, still hesitant. I pushed the plug down onto the wooden chair and flipped the top of the KY open. I smeared a little over the top of the anal plug. I could feel the burning stares as my card playing chums watched. Looking at the slick black silicon I couldn't help but think that there wasn't nearly enough lube so I added some more, trying to spread it evenly over the surface. I climbed back onto my chair, standing on the side supports hovering above the slippery ass penetrator. Tim nodded his approval indicating that I should fully seat myself onto the chair. I slowly began lowering my cheeks toward the wooden seat. I sucked in my breath as I felt the tip of the butt plug touch the ring protecting my anus. I hesitated, feeling the butt plug just start to penetrate my timid ass, the cold lube causing an unexpected flinch. With on hand on the back of the chair I gingerly lifted my balls to give me a smoother shot down over the top of the plug. I slid my hand lower, my two middle fingers caressing the plug and the taut smooth muscle beginning to part down over it. I felt the plug stretch my ass, slipping more and more quickly upwards into me, a tingle began to creep through my bowels and my cock twitched in reaction to the silicon violation now stretching my tiny opening. As I fully seated myself onto Tim's toy, I looked up to see the other guys watching with quiet intensity. I blinked a long blink, my eyes rolling slightly at this new feeling of being penetrated. I played the next hand in total distraction. My body trying to become accustomed to the full feeling in my anus, my heart throbbing in my ears. I felt a secret sense of pleasure with this plug inside me mixed with shame at being naked in front of my friends and the humiliation of being the first to be violated by losing a stupid game of cards. The other guys were either really good at ignoring me in my slight discomfort, or really good at not looking when I glanced around the table. I was certain they all noticed my rising arousal as my penis began to slightly harden. I glanced at Jorge's smooth cheeks and thought I saw his penis a bit more elevated than a few moments before. Were these guys, my friends, totally straight men, getting turned on by my displeasure? As if I wasn't already afraid enough, I was really beginning to have dark thoughts about our poker game. With all of this swirling in my head, I lost the hand, Tim naturally won. I let out a groan, thinking I wasn't sure what else could come out of the bag. Tim seemed to take a little pity, "it's ok, Rich. We won't draw from the bag again." I began to relax. But the grin on his face wasn't fading. I'm sure it wasn't spoken -- it could not have been spoken out loud. Tim's thumb curled under the waste band of his boxers. It was an invitation, an order, a dare all rolled into one. I began to rise from my chair, resigned to whatever humiliation Tim had in store for me. "Make sure you keep that plug in your ass. Wouldn't want it to fall out." Fall out? The plug was embedded firmly in my ass, any contraction of my muscles pushed it further in due to the tapered design. I walked the few steps to Tim's chair and kneeled in front of him, my knees on the hardwood floor. I was sure that he wanted me to take his rising cock into my mouth. It seemed like his cock was sure too as it began tenting out his shorts. I dutifully grabbed at the waste band and slipped his boxers down to the floor. Lonnie was the only one left with any of his clothes on, his blue bikini briefs. I tentatively touched Tim's cock, bringing it to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and his still hardening shaft slid across my tongue. I had not tasted another man's cock before. The heady smell wafted into my nostrils, slightly intoxicating. At first, I swirled my tongue around the head of Tim's expanding cock, then along the bottom of the shaft, curling the tip to press into the vein running the length of it. I began caressing his balls, rubbing my saliva from his shaft into his tender musky orbs. I closed my eyes, thinking how good it feels to have a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my own hard penis. I felt a hand on my ass cheek and caught my breath, the movement caused Tim's cock to hit the back of my throat and I moved away, slipping his shaft out of my mouth so that I could take just the head into a sort of french kiss. I could not believe I was giving another man a blow job! The hand on my ass started tugging at the butt plug, pulling it out to the edge of the tapered section and letting it slide back in. I was lost in the taste of Tim's man meat as I rocked slowly back and forth to take it just to the back of my throat and out to the swirl of tongue and head that now was a delicious pleasure to me. I couldn't see Tim's face from where I kneeled, but I was sure that his eyes were closed in enjoyment as well. His hips began to rock into my face, meeting my mouth as I engulfed his beautiful cock. The motion in my ass began to change as I felt my anus tighten to pull the butt plug back after each partial extraction. From what I could see, it was Jorge behind me, stroking in and out with my new silicon lover. I felt him let go of the plug and stand up. I was a bit disappointed. That ass fucking was starting to feel good! I felt something fall onto my calf -- fabric of some kind. I couldn't look back to see what it was, Tim had started to grab my head, pulling my throat and his cock closer to the inevitable. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock in my throat, but I was worried that I would choke, worse I would gag and vomit all over his crotch. The ass fucking with the plug began again with a different tempo, this time it was plunged and pulled at a much faster rate. Each insertion drove me deeper onto Tim's cock. Suddenly it was pulled from my ass and I felt a bareness, an emptiness without the plug. I began to feel a new sensation, something warm placed against my open asshole. A slight bit of pressure and something bigger around and longer than the plug began to fill me up from behind. I let out a muffled gasp as I was pushed forward by this new, bigger feeling in my ass and Tim's cock slid right down my throat. My eyes began to water, but Tim had a handful of my hair fucking my mouth and throat. He was balls deep and grunting in obvious pleasure. I began to realize that it was Lonnie's bikini shorts that had fallen on my leg and he was now thrusting his cock rhythmically into my bowels, stretching and filling my previously virgin asshole. I felt hands on my ass cheeks spreading me apart. It seemed like Lonnie was trying to get the best view that he could as his cock stroked in and out of my ass. With each thrust it felt like his cock was deeper than the last. His balls rested against mine at the end of each full insertion. I could not believe how incredible his cock felt inside me, lighting me on fire. My own erection hung below me unattended and ignored. Tim was thrusting his cock over my tongue and down my throat, pleasuring himself with my mouth. Lonnie matched him thrust for thrust into my ass, pleasuring his own rock hard cock with my sphincter muscle -- neither tending to the needs of my aching cock. Tim's momentum began to change. I realized he was beginning to thrust harder and, if possible, even more deeply into my mouth. His grasp of my hair tightened and I knew he was going to cum right down my throat! I swirled my tongue more furiously along the bottom of his shaft taking his salty love rod into my mouth. I extended my tongue past my lips to tickle his salty balls. Tim's breathing told me he was ready to blow his wad and he wasn't slowing down. God this was all starting to feel so good being fucked from both ends by these two studs. I felt his orgasm building until the cum spurted down my throat in several streams. Instinctively, I swallowed with each throb of man juice pulsing into my mouth. I had never tasted another man's cock before, let alone a full load of cum. It was a very new and exciting experience to be mouth fucked to completion by Tim. He is such a virile, masculine man and his cock felt so good violating my throat. Tim backed his penis out of my throat, pausing with the head of his cock resting on my tongue. I licked the remaining cum off the head of his cock and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip again, milking his cock dry. I wanted to drink the very last bit of his salty sour goodness. Tim completely pulled away from me and I dropped my head, closing my eyes to concentrate on the lover in my ass. I reached under my belly to caress Lonnie's balls as they slapped against my own. It must have been more than he could take as his pace increased and his thrusts pounded into me. I could feel him begin to tremble against me. His balls twitched in my hand and began contracting towards his body. I was going to experience another new sensation! Being ass fucked by another man, feeling the torrents of cum that were working up inside his balls and eager dick. Suddenly Lonnie's body stiffened against mine as he dumped his own seed into my ass. What an incredible feeling -- this second cock emptying into my once virgin but now stretched and thoroughly deflowered ass hole. Lonnie was motionless for a few moments. I heard his breathing become more normal as his cock withered inside me. My own breathing was returning to normal as we recovered on the floor. My knees were aching a bit as I began to become aware of my surroundings again. I felt my ass become empty as the cock that had fucked me pulled out. "Lonnie, I'm not gay," I said, for the first time acknowledging aloud that I had just had my ass reamed by his powerful cock. "I know," he replied softly, sounding maybe a little ashamed, "I guess we got carried away with the liquor. I'm sorry." "No." I turned to look at him, no longer aiming my ass toward his love spear, "don't be sorry." I reached across the small distance between us to take his cock in my hand. I started to slowly kiss his flagging dick, sucking the sticky cum into my mouth. I could see Lonnie close his eyes as I licked his cock into my mouth. I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass, tickling my balls as it trickled down my leg. His cock tasted so good covered in his cum and the hint of my bowels. "Maybe we should move to the living room." Lonnie suggested. I nodded yes. We walked over to the living room and I sat down on the coffee table and took Lonnie's reanimated cock into my mouth to continue my blow job education. "Lie down," Lonnie began to push me backwards. The table was large enough so I acquiesced. Lonnie's cock was above me now and I took him into my mouth. The smell and taste was even more heady than Tim's with his cum still flavoring his love stick. He straddled my chest as I began bringing him back to full attention. He was larger than Tim and I was starting to have a hard time this delicious cock had been fully buried in my ass minutes ago. I became aware of someone standing behind Lonnie who I couldn't see over his muscled thigh atop my chest. Lonnie turned slightly and I could see him nod to whoever it was standing back there. A finger ran down the crack of my ass, tracing the fuck juice leaking out of my abused anus and then was roughly shoved into me. I jumped slightly away as another finger was shoved into me. Lonnie's cum was slippery over my ass, but the fingers were still rough and jarring. I realized that Jorge hadn't been part of the double fucking I'd just had. I thought that he must be positioning himself to fuck my ass. I felt my knees being pushed up so that my backdoor was spread open and vulnerable to Jorge's fresh cock. I again felt the warm sensation as his cock pressed against the ring that no longer protected my bowels, but was now the source of pleasure for Lonnie and was about to become the orifice for man-on-man fucking for Jorge. I was beginning to feel like a little ass slut. I wanted Jorge's cock to fuck me into oblivion as he began slipping into me. My ass was spread and ready, Lonnie's cum was Jorge's lubricant as his cock slid into me. I wasn't sure, but it felt like Jorge's cock must have been even bigger than Lonnie's. I closed my eyes, holding Lonnie in my mouth, licking him clean. Jorge's tempo was faster than Lonnie and he pulled his cock all the way out before pushing back into my ass. I knew my sphincter was closing around the head of his cock as he pulled it out and thrust it back in. The cum that was leaking out of my ass made a smacking, slurping sound as this fresh cock filled me up. I could feel Jorge's cock all the way up into my stomach with each powerful thrust of his hips. Lonnie's tasty dick began twitching in my mouth and I felt him start to back away. I reached around to grab his ass cheek so I could take his next load. Lonnie grunted as his cum pulsed up through his cock into my mouth. I started swallowing as quickly as I could. I licked his seed from his cock, swirling my tongue around the swollen head until he stood up pulling his now drooping cock from my mouth. Two blow jobs in one night. Not gay, but god damn that was delicious! Bad Cards, Good Guys Jorge was thrusting so hard my ass was rising from the coffee table with each thrust. His cock pounded my tender ass mercilessly. "Jorge." "Don't talk, Rich." "Jorge, fuck me. Fuck me like the little bitch that I am. I want to feel your cum in me." Jorge closed his eyes, breathing heavy. His cock filled me, completed my awakening. I was ready to take his load. I felt his warmth explode inside me as he arched his back and pulled our bodies together, his cock deep in my anus. "Oh my god that was good!" he finally exclaimed when he finally caught his breath. I knew. I knew it was good the way he fucked my ass. It was his turn to have his dick sucked clean by his ass slut. I took it into my mouth, beginning to feel like an expert cock sucker. "Hey guys." It was Tim. "The ladies texted, said they should be back in about half an hour." I was a little worn out and a lot sore. I headed to my room to put a bathing suit on. The guys were already relaxing in the hot tub, rum and cokes all around. None of us talked about what we had just spent the last few hours experiencing. I leaned my head back absorbing the feel of the hot tub and the bubbles swirling around. I wondered to myself if tonight would change our periodic poker game. It felt like only moments before the ladies walked in the front door. Lonnie, Tim and Jorge hopped out immediately out of the tub and put on their robes. I was feeling drained and now alone in the tub. The other couples disappeared into their rooms. I sighed a deep breath, not sure how or even if to tell my wife Marie about tonight. I was pretty sure the guys weren't going to say anything -- but one never knows. I sensed someone else on the deck, opening my eyes I saw my beautiful wife standing at the edge of the hot tub. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Please do," did I say that too quickly? Marie took a swig of my rum and coke and stepped down into the tub. She straddled my legs and my penis jumped to attention. It dawned on me that my own cock had not been pleasured yet. I smiled to myself as Marie's tongue slipped past my lips for a kiss. Bad Case of Cabin Fever I just found out that my wife of ten years is fucking another guy. On the one hand I'm angry and upset over that fact the she is an unfaithful whore. On the other watching her with her legs spread wide and taking another man's cock was the most sexually exciting thing I'd ever seen. It excited me so much that I jacked off twice while watching. So what do I do? The love is gone and I'll never trust the bitch again, but the lust is there and I want to see her spread herself again for another man. We own a cabin on five acres up in the mountains. It isn't much; no power, an outhouse, and we have to carry water in, but foe an occasional weekend getaway it is just fine. The cabin was left to Brenda and her sister in their father's will and since I get along fine with Debbie and her husband Frank we frequently spend weekends up there with them. At the beginning of the week we decided to spend the weekend in the mountains and Brenda called Debbie to see if she and Frank wanted to go with us. At the last minute something came up at work and I wasn't going to be able to go up on Friday night. I called Brenda and told her to ride up with Frank and Debbie and that I would see her in the morning. The big emergency at work turned out to have a fifteen-minute solution and by seven o'clock I was on the road making the hour and twenty minute drive to the cabin. The south wall of the cabin is all stone and is built around the fireplace. The way the cabin sits you have to park thirty feet away and walk up a slight rise to get to the door and since the south wall has no windows no one knows you are coming unless you have a real noisy vehicle. I parked and walked up to the cabin and as I rounded the southwest corner of the cabin I glanced in the window and saw Frank fucking my wife. They were on the floor lying on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, Brenda's leg were up on his shoulders and her hands were on his ass pulling him closer as he put the meat to her. Brenda was moaning something that I thought I'd been the only one to ever hear, "Oh God baby, I love your cock. Fuck me baby, make me cum." I watched for five minutes as Frank banged away at Brenda and then he slowed down and finally stopped. Brenda pulled him down to her and gave him a passionate kiss and when Frank pulled away from her I saw a string of his cum fall from the head of his dick and onto her belly. Brenda scooped it up with a finger and then smiled up at Frank as she put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. Frank got and went to the sideboard and poured two glasses of wine and took one of them back to Brenda. She took a sip and then set her glass down as Frank dipped the head of his cock in his wineglass and then knelt down by Brenda's head and then he drank his wine while looking down at Brenda as she sucked his cock. At first I was stunned to find out that my wife could do this to me. And then anger took hold of me and I wanted to go inside the cabin and kick some ass. But first I would have to put my cock back into my pants. I don't even remember having taken it out, but it was hard and I finally realized that I was extremely turned on by what I was watching. Inside the cabin Frank put his empty wineglass down and moved over Brenda in a sixty-nine and started eating her cunt. Brenda's clit has always been extremely sensitive and I heard her scream in pleasure as Frank's tongue worked on her. The scream was a little garbled since Brenda had a mouth full of cock and I found the sound strangely exciting. Then something occurred to me. Where was Debbie? If she was up in the loft sleeping Brenda's cries would surely wake her up, but I saw no sign of her. After a couple of minutes of sixty-nine Brenda said, "I want you in me Frankie. Come on baby, give me your cock. I need it baby, fuck me, please fuck me." Frank turned around and slid his cock into my wife's pussy and for the next ten minutes I watched him fuck her while she moaned, cried, and begged. He finally came and got up to refill their wineglasses while Brenda stretched like a cat and smiled up at Frank. "This is nice. We need to do this more often." Frank looked down at her and said, "We have all night. We just need to be sure that we aren't still at it when Bob gets here in the morning." "No, I mean we need to do this more often when we get back home." "I don't know Bren. Tonight we got lucky what with Debbie getting sick and Bob getting hung up at work. I'm not sure that we shouldn't just accept this night as a gift from the gods and let it go." "But I love your cock Frankie and I love the way I feel when you fuck me." "I always thought that you and Bob were happy together." "We are and I love him to death, but what you have done to me tonight is just so sexually exciting. I feel so deliciously wicked in letting another man have me. I like the feeling and I want to experience it again. I still want Bobby, in fact right now I want him more than ever. When he gets here tomorrow find an excuse to run into town so I can fuck his eyes out." "I don't know Bren. If we keep this up we could get caught and I don't want to ruin what I have with Debbie." "Please Frankie? Don't make me have to out and pick up strangers. I can't explain how I feel with another cock in me besides Bobby's, but I want to feel it again." "We'll see Bren. For now crawl over here and suck my cock." Brenda rolled onto her knees and scuttled across the floor to Frank and took his cock in her mouth. "That's it sweetie, suck it. Suck it like you will die without it." Brenda worked on Frankie about five minutes and then she took her mouth off him, "You haven't had my ass yet Frankie. You want to put your hard cock in my ass?" "God, but you are such a slut." "I know baby and I'm your slut whenever you want me." Brenda was on her hands and knees facing the widow when Frankie slid his cock up her shit chute. She couldn't see me outside in the dark, but I was looking right into her eyes as Frank fucked her and I had never seen the wanton lust that I saw in them that night. She tossed her head, moaned and cried out in pleasure as Frank pounded away at her. I came twice as I stood there and watched another man treat my wife like the slut that I never knew she was. I pumped two loads out against the stone walls of the cabin and then, much as I wanted to stay and watch I figured that I better leave before one of them came out to use the outhouse and saw my car. As I drove home I thought about what I could or should do. One thing was for sure though; I wanted to see Brenda get fucked again. By the time I pulled into my driveway I had a pretty good idea what was in the near future for Brenda. Some of it she would like and some she definitely wouldn't. Frank didn't know it yet, but he was going to be fucking Brenda a lot in the next two weeks if he wanted to keep his night with Brenda a secret from Debbie. That's the part that Brenda would like. The part she might not like? I was going to find out how many guys I knew who would like to fuck Brenda and then have a gangbang before I threw her ass out. But then again, if I liked watching it I just might keep her around for a while longer.