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Bad Day

By: BrightCatsEyes



She was in the bedroom about to start getting undressed to get in the shower when she heard the front door slam shut downstairs. She glanced at the bedside clock, she hadn't expected him for another hour! Dropping her earrings onto the dressing table she called out to him,  "Hi Darling…I'm up here. Just having a shower, I'll be down in a sec!" 

She was walking back towards the bed still unbuttoning her shirt when she heard him mount the stairs rapidly and he walked into the room behind her. She turned and smiled up at him. "You're very early tonight….everything OK?" 

He didn’t answer but she could see from the set of his shoulders and the expression on his face that something was wrong. Without a word he threw his jacket over a chair and took her in his arms, kissing her hard. She tensed slightly, unsure of his mood but as his tongue explored her mouth both his hands dropped to her ass and pulled her up and against him as he squeezed her cheeks hard….she could feel his already erect cock pressing into her abdomen….clearly he wasn’t in the mood to chat! 

She could sense that he was angry, could feel it thrumming through his body and she knew it was partially fuelling this sudden lust but she was happy to allow him to release the tension in whatever way he chose. Once he was calmer he would tell her what was wrong but this was obviously not a night for the teasing and stroking or the gentle build up of pleasure that he usually favoured……not that she was objecting….his casual, distracted handling of her body was really turning her on!

So she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, pushing her body into his as she instantly responded to his touch and felt herself get wet. He was still kissing her, his mouth grinding into hers, his tongue pushing in deep as he reached for her breast inside her open shirt. His fingers dragged the cup of her thin black lace bra down and began kneading the soft warm flesh, the thumb rubbing over her hardening nipple. His other hand was working to haul her tight, straight work skirt up around her hips so he could yank her panties aside and thrust two fingers up into her already slick and throbbing pussy. Without giving her time to adjust he pressed his thumb against her clit and finger fucked her roughly as she moaned into his mouth. 

She gasped in surprise at such a direct assault on her sensitive flesh, her body forced up on tip toe by the repeated thrust of his pumping fingers. She was panting and groaning as he held her, his head pulled back so he could watch her face and see how his unexpected and fierce attention had her close to cumming already. She moaned and rubbed herself frantically against his probing fingers and thumb, trying to push herself over the edge, clutching his shoulders and closing her eyes as her legs began to quiver and she could feel the sweet pressure begin to build and cried out, " So good, you feel so good..oh God Darling..l'm so close..!"  

He smiled at her words and she was stunned when he suddenly took his hands off her and stepped away. She groaned in disappointment but watched as he moved away until he felt the bed against his calves and, trying to stop herself from swaying, she focused on the movement of his hands. He was undoing his belt and pulling down his zip and her eyes lingered on the obvious bulge in his boxers as she heard him say, "Get down on your knees!"  

Without hesitation she dropped down in front of him, watching intently as he freed his rock hard cock and began to stroke it close to her face.  He was ridged and swollen, and she licked her lips and the sight of the precum seeping from his cock head. Of their own volition her hands strayed to her soaking pussy, it felt so empty without his fingers and she spread her knees wide and began to finger fuck herself with one hand, her thumb circling her clit as he had done. She was starting to pant as she stared at his thick shaft sliding between his fingers and seeing her lust filled look he wound a hand slowly into her hair and pulled her head closer to touch his swollen tip to her eager lips. She sighed and stretched out her tongue to swirl it softly over his big cockhead, looking up at him as she started to lap up all the precum from his shaft with slow cat like licks. He moaned softly as her tongue returned to his tip and she wriggled into his slit, determined to get every last drop of him she could.  His hand tightened in her hair and she knew what he wanted now. She pulled her head back a little, licking her lips once again before opening wide as he smiled and shoved his cock into her hot, wet, hungry mouth, grunting in pleasure when she closed her lips round him and began to suck happily. 

She was moaning in pleasure as his thick cock, now slippery and glistening from her saliva slipped back and forth between her lips, rubbing her strong tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft. She bobbed her head taking him as far as she could into her throat on the down stroke and swirling her tongue around his tip on the up. Her fingers were still pistoning into her dripping pussy and the taste of his precum was filling her mouth…making her wetter still.  His head was thrown back, his fingers digging into her scalp as he held her head and felt her move on him.  The wet heat of her mouth, her caressing tongue and her sounds of pleasure were more than enough to bring him to climax and realising she was almost there too he took her head between both hands and started to pump his cock into her willing eager mouth. His hips thrust hard and fast and he soon felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to cum. 

Pulling her head back so that his cock slipped from between her lips he smiled at her howl of disappointment and quickly wrapping his fingers around his pulsing shaft he started to jerk off over her. He could see her hand working in her pussy, her head was tilted up to him, her eyes wide and little whimpers of need escaped from her open, panting mouth.  He saw her start to shake as her orgasm rolled through her and his balls tightened and within seconds he was spraying her pretty lust filled face with a load of steaming viscous cum. It spurted over her cheeks and chin and into her waiting mouth. As soon as she felt him splash onto her skin she stuck her tongue out wanting to taste him, wanting to swallow as much of his hot creamy cum as she could get into her before he was spent. 

Eventually his hand dropped from her head and he fell back heavily on the bed, his arms dropping to his sides as he say there and panted. She sank down on the floor at his feet and tried to catch her breath as her heart pounded, the taste and smell of his cum filling her mouth and covering her skin. He grinned as she looked up at him. "Hello Darling…I'm home…what's for dinner?!"

Bad Day



My wife, Lisa is my Queen and my only reason for living. She dominates me not only sexually but everything I do including the air I breathe at times. She is a Legal Secretary at a local law firm and sometimes has very stressful days which means I usually suffer for it. Last night for instance she had to work late so I got home first. She called me and said, "I'll be home in five minutes. Be waiting at the door with a glass of wine, my crop and the cock and ball harness." She hangs up without saying goodbye. I know I'm in for a rough night. I scramble to open the wine and find the crop and harness and am waiting by the door just in time. She comes through the door and immediately starts berating me because the air conditioner in her car would not work on the way home. She takes the crop out of my hand and starts beating me mercilessly with it.

THWACK! "You worthless pig!" she shouted.

THWACK! "You should have known to have my air conditioner checked out before summer"

THWACK! "I'm all sweaty and gross"

THWACK! CRACK! "You better pray my lingerie isn't ruined you muther fucker!"

TWACK! "STRIP! NOW!"

I hurry to strip my clothes off as fast as possible but this is hard to do considering she hasn't stopped hitting me with the crop.

THWACK! "Hurry up bitch, I don't have all night." THWACK!

THWACK! "Put the cock and ball harness on! NOW! You better get it good and tight little boy. If I have to redo it you'll be very sorry."

By now I am rock hard making it impossible to properly put on the harness.

THWACK! "WHATS THE PROBLEM BITCH!"

"I'm hard Mistress I can put it on."

She smiles a wicked smile "I'll take care of that! Down on all fours!" she commands "Turn away from me." She then starts kicking me in the nuts from behind gently at first but picking up the pace and the force gradually until I am begging her to stop. She was right she took care of the hard on. My gut was churning from the pain.

THWACK! CRACK! CRACK! "What are you waiting on!"

Fortunately she turned her attention to the wine while I struggled to get the harness on. It's an evil device that fastens around both my sack and shaft and also separates my balls. It is impossible to get an erection without causing great pain and discomfort. After she inspected the job I had done she seemed satisfied. What a relief! She would have tightened it unbearably had she had to do it herself.

THWACK! "On your back slut!"

Once I was on my back she laid down the crop momentarily to undress. What an awesome creature! She has a nice round ass to die for. She had on mid thigh length black skirt with a white blouse. Her long brown hair was put up in a loose bun on top of her head. She wore back stockings with a matching thong and garter belt. Her amazing 36d tits held up by a sheer, almost see through bra. 

"You're going to clean my sweaty ass with your tongue you worthless pig. If you do a good job maybe I'll allow you the privilege of cleaning my pussy too."

She stood over my face facing down my body and slowly descended onto my mouth with her sweet ass. As she settled in she picked up the crop. THWACK! On my thigh.

"Get to work!"

I started to nibble and lick around her bud. She was quite sweaty and the musky smell was heaven. This was no new task for me. I had spent many hours under that wonderful ass in the past five years. She had been on me now for several minutes and it was getting difficult to breathe. She lifted every so often an allowed me a small gasp of air but I was starting to get dizzy. THWACK! THWACK! The crop came down on my thigh again, first one then the other.

"You'll not be tasting my sweet pussy if that's the best you can do. Get that worthless tongue of yours up my ass and fuck me good!"

I made my tongue as rigid as I could and started to work it in her tight hole. This started to get to her as she began grinding and moaning making it even harder for me to breathe.

"DEEPER BITCH!" as she started to grind back and forth harder and harder. "DEEPER!" she demanded as started to rub her pussy with one hand and play with my bound up cock and balls with the other. "GET IT IN THERE DEEPER YOU PIG!" My cock was trying to get hard but couldn't witch added to my discomfort. "Fuck my ass with your tongue you worthless piece of shit! That's it! That's it! That's Mommy's good boy! Ohhhhhhhh I'm cumming" She bounced up and down so hard on my face as she came I was finally getting some air but I thought she broke my nose! Finally she came to a rest and I continued to lick and kiss her pretty pink bud until she got up off of me.

"Crawl to the bedroom little man I'm not done with you by a long shot. Do you think you've earned the right to lick my pussy slut?"

"No Mistress."

"Very good bitch, you haven't. Maybe there is still hope." THWACK! "HURRY UP! Get your useless ass in the bedroom"

Once in the bedroom I knew what she could do to me was limitless. She pulled the toy box out from under the bed and opened it. "I'm gonna fuck your ass with the big strap on little boy, and you're going to take it like a little bitch in heat." First she cuffed my hands behind my back and then she attached a spreader bar to my ankles. "Kneel," she said which was difficult to do with the spreader bar. I watched with fear and excitement as she stepped into the harness of the strap on. The cock she chose was the biggest one in her collection. Long, thick, black and very realistic. "You suck mommy's cock like a good boy and get it all nice and wet. Better do a good job because that's all the lube you'll get tonight bitch" I slowly started to suck the head. I hated doing this, it was very humiliating. She soon grew impatient and grabbed me by the ears and started to fuck my face very roughly. "I want to see that cock in your throat slut!" I gagged every time she tried to fuck my throat and globs of drool ran down my chin and out of my nose. "We have some work to do on your deep throating skills I see." She laughed and laughed at my torment. Finally she pulled it out of my mouth and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head. She twisted it until I was staring up at her "Beg me to fuck your ass."

"Please fuck my ass."

"I can't hear you?"

"Please Mistress, please fuck my ass."

"I might as well," she said as she threw me down on my face by the hair she was holding "you're not much of a cock sucker!"

She moved around behind me with her crop in hand. THWACK! "GET THAT ASS UP HIGH!" she commanded. She knelt down behind me and started rubbing her cock up and down my crack. "I hope you're a better fuck than you are a sucker, I'm not stopping till I cum." she informed me. As she started to work the huge cock in my ass I felt as though I would be ripped in half. "This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it hurts me." she giggled. As soon as she got the head worked in she rammed it home all the way to the hilt. I nearly passed out from the pain. She just held it in place for a second as she reached around to fondle my still harnessed cock and balls. "Tell me how my big cock feels slut."

"It hurts!" I groaned

"You ain't seen nothing yet bitch!" she slowly started to work the monster in and out me SMACK SMACK SMACK on my ass "FUCK ME BACK YOU CUNT!" she demanded.

I raised my ass higher and started to work back to her thrusting. Once I loosened up I started to like the feel of it and my cock was trying to get hard again causing my balls to throb and my stomach to hurt. She had hold of my hips now and was tearing into me with everything she had. If I looked up at the mirror on the closet door I could see her beautiful face and her awesome breasts swaying to and fro as she fucked me. She was getting close I could tell by the steady guttural moan coming from her throat. "YEAH BITCH, I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP!" she screamed as she finally came and collapsed on top of me. She composed herself and pulled the beast out of me. She went to the bathroom and left me lying there. I felt like a cheap used whore and I loved it if it made her happy. When she came back she took off the spreader bar and ordered me onto the bed on my back. She climbed up on top of me in a 69 and plopped her very wet pussy right on my face. As I tongued her slit she started undoing the harness while licking my balls. "I'm going to free MY cock for MY pleasure." she said, "If you come, I'll make you regret it." she snarled. Once I was free she stared licking the shaft from top to bottom and then every once in a while swallowing the whole thing down her throat and swirling her tongue around the shaft. It felt like heaven. She knew how much I could take, so when I got close she sat straight up on my face and ground her wonderful pussy into my face. I was literally drowning in her pussy but I loved every second of it! After she came again she turned around and straddled my throbbing cock. She was holding it by the root and rubbing it up and down her slit while licking her lips. "Wanna cum little man?"

"YES please Mistress."

"How bad? What are you willing to do?"

"I'll do ANYTHING my wonderful Mistress."

"Anything?"

"Yes anything, Please oh PLEASE let me cum!?"

"Wanna cum in my pussy Bitch?"

"Yes, YES, YES!"

"You WILL clean up your mess with your tongue." she growled as she sank down on my cock. My heart sank for a moment as the reality of what she said sank in. She knew I hated the disgusting task of eating my cum more than anything. My mind was taken away for a moment as she started to grind. She knew I couldn't hold out long and she was right. I pumped shot after shot into her hot wet pussy. It seemed like gallons. She clamped down hard and pulled off so as to not lose any and climbed back over my face. "Open your mouth." she demanded. I didn't. she slapped me so hard I saw stars "I SAID OPEN YOUR MOUTH CUNT!" she screamed. At this point I knew resistance would only get me more punishment so I opened up. She let go of the muscles that held her pussy shut and slowly my cum mixed with hers started dripping out. Next she sat down on my face. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue and clean me out. Don't miss a drop!" I licked and fucked her with my tongue until she was satisfied that I had cleaned her good and then it began. She started riding my face with reckless abandon. My face was gooey mess and very slippery. She rode and rode and rode and came and came and came until she exhausted. My face was very sore but I was very happy! 

I can't wait till she has another bad day!



Bad Day



There are some days that should never happen. Today was one of these days. Actually, to tell the truth, the last several hundred should have never happened. Life used to be good, fun, and exciting; there were things to look forward to every day. I used to get up in the morning and be excited about going to work, if I got a new project I would be excited with the challenge. I would look forward to getting home from work so I could spend time with my stunning bride. The weekends were a time of sheer bliss; walks in the park, picnics, camping, hiking, and passionate love making. That all stopped some time ago, the sad thing is I am not even sure when the good times went bad.

Maybe it was the vacation in Cozumel, the night I woke up to use the restroom and discovered my wife was not in bed. I went down to the pool area to try to find her, thinking that maybe she couldn't sleep and had gone to relax and read by the pool. What I found was a long line of guys waiting to get into the women's shower. At the front of the line, there she was, pulling a train. I always knew she was a slut, but this was a little over the top.

Perhaps it was that night she went out with her girlfriends. Who knew she would get a headache and come home early to find me buried balls deep in sweet little Cindy, our next-door neighbors eighteen year old daughter. 

I'm sure you are wondering, why the hell are we still together? Well, marriage counseling can be a wonderful thing. We had an excellent therapist and worked through each of these incidents, and others, amicably. We talked them out and agreed we had both been in the wrong in each instance and had made amends. Life was great for a while after the counseling, seemingly back to the way it was when we were first married. Little did I know she had learned how to hide her activities better, and not stopped them like she assured me she did.

This morning, I was searching for a tie and found an envelope full of pictures from our wedding day on the top shelf of the closet. I thought they were all in the album but could understand right away why these weren't. There she was in her wedding gown. Something blue, something new, something borrowed, something like that anyway. The something that got my attention was my best mans cock, buried deep in my beautiful brides mouth. Seeing the pastor there in living color with his cock deep in her ass really was not a shock knowing what I knew about her. "Wait," you're saying, "things have been going well since the counseling and this was a long time ago." Read on my dear friends.

I would have called in dead this morning, but I had a very important presentation to give to the executive team. I had been working on this deal for well over a year, virtually on my own, and had finally come to an agreement with the client for representation. This deal would guarantee my position in the company for the rest of my life if I so chose. It seems that bringing a few hundred million dollars into the company coffers has that effect. 

I had my presentation ready to go, and a damn good one if I say so myself. Screw power point, I had gone straight to video. DVD to be exact, with paid actors laying out the proposition step by step, stressing the positive financial aspect of course. I had paid dearly for professional graphics and a killer sound track to boot. Well, I should have known it was all for naught.

My biggest problem at work was an asshole named Brad. No matter what I did, he would try to one-up me. If possible, he would steal my ideas as his own. Given half a chance, he would bad mouth me to the executive team daily. Oh, did I mention he is the father of that eighteen-year-old neighbor girl? The counseling didn't seem to have much effect on him for some reason, go figure. Something about knowing that I popped his sweet little daughters cherry seems to have left him with a bad taste in his mouth when it came to me. I can't imagine why.

There I was, ready to cue up my presentation when Brad walked into the conference room. I should have picked up the nearest heavy object and caved his worthless skull in when I saw the smirk on his face. I was still thinking a bit slow, with what I had already faced that morning, and didn't get the chance. It seems that bitch boy had done some research on this new client I had been busting my ass to sign up. He gleefully laid it out on the table for all to see. There was nothing here I hadn't seen before, but some of it had information I really didn't want the executive team seeing.

In our business, the first impression given by a company is everything. It does not matter what the truth is, if someone will believe a line of bullshit then that becomes the new truth. Bradley proceeded to inform the big bosses that my new client would be bad for our business from a morals standpoint. He had discovered that one of the subsidiaries of this multinational giant produced pornography. I already knew this, and pointed out that the income generated from this subsidiary accounted for less than one percent of the gross revenue for my client, as well as the fact that the porn in question was restricted to the European market. 

As I said, first impressions are God. The board consisted of a bunch of guys in their 70's and over who hadn't been laid since Nixon was President. I was very promptly and not so politely informed that they were immensely disappointed with my work, and that my services were no longer needed. Did I mention that Brad is an asshole?

I had no choice but to go home; I figured I would guzzle a few beers to try to drown my sorrows, maybe watch some TV and just be a complete couch potato for a few days. Maybe Cindy from next door would come home in her cheerleader outfit and ride me while still wearing it. A guy has to have something to look forward to in life.

When I pulled into my street, I knew something was fishy. Parked there in front of my house was not one, not two, but three municipal garbage trucks. I pulled over a few houses down and walked slowly to my house wondering what was going on. I quietly worked my way around back, peeking into every window I passed. I found the answer in the game room. There she was in all her glory, with six garbage men. From what I could see, one was laying on his back while she was straddling him and riding his cock. Another was crouched behind her plowing her ass. There was another kneeling at her head with his unit buried in her throat. Two others were getting hand jobs and the last was laying on the couch with a dazed look on his face, apparently already spent.

"My life just keeps getting better and better." I thought.

I snuck away from the window and went quickly back to my car, retrieving my digital camera from the glove box. I made my way back to the game room window and snapped as many pictures of her tryst as I could, some damn good ones too. I wanted to document this, not for future jack off material, but for court. I was finally sick of dealing with this, the bitch had to go.

As I watched and snapped pictures, she was having a jolly good time. Each of the six trash haulers would swap positions every few minutes to get their fill of all her holes. It was more than a bit disturbing to watch the big hairy fat fucker who was in her ass go straight to her mouth without pause. She didn't seem to mind a bit. When I saw them swapping places it was clear that not one of these dirty pieces of shit was wearing a condom. 

They went at it for quite awhile, on some sick and perverted level I was impressed with their stamina. Each of the guys got time in each position, at least twice during the time I was there. For the grand finale, she laid down on the floor with all six of them around her in a circle. She was laying there playing with her well abused, stretched out, slimy, dirty, disgusting snatch while the six of them jacked off and gave her a cum bath worthy of a bunch of Peter North clones.

When the satisfied public workers started getting dressed I made my way back to my car and headed across town to a club I knew was open at this time of morning. The Pink Pussycat was a mid-scale strip club I had frequented back in my single days. The dancers were not the best, but they were not the bottom of the barrel either. The girls were all friendly and didn't have a problem sitting and talking with the customers, even without laying out the bucks for a few table dances. There was none of the 'I'm so beautiful, worship me' attitude that was prevalent at most of the higher-class clubs. Some of the girls were exceedingly beautiful, but had not inherited the bitchy goddess gene along with their looks.

I had not visited the club for quite some time, but it was clear that not much had changed since the last time I was here. The place was clean with only a few customers at this time of the day. There were a few guys scattered around nursing their beers and trying to hide their hardons while ogling the girls. I made my way to the back of the room to the darkest corner. I needed alone time, time to think and make plans to get rid of the worthless bitch who called herself my wife.

Before I got comfortable a girl was already there asking what I wanted to drink. She temporarily made me forget my bad day in a hurry. She introduced herself as Crystal and was absolutely adorable; about 5'1", long brunette hair, striking blue eyes, high perky breasts that would be a perfect hand full, and a full, firm, round ass that you could bounce quarters off of. 

"Want some company?" she asked as she returned with my beer.

"Maybe in a bit, I'd like to just relax awhile." I replied.

"Ok, don't forget about me." she said with a wink and a smile before she walked away, wiggling her perfect ass. 

I sat there watching some of the girls dance for a while, just relaxing and trying to get my mind to stop going a million miles an hour. After an hour or so, I was much calmer and thinking a little more clearly. The first thing I had to do was deal with the pictures I had taken. I pulled my laptop out of its case, setting it up on the small table in front of me. This place had a lot of business customers, so a laptop wasn't a new sight. I reached in my pocket and removed the memory card from the camera, plugging it into the slot on the side of the laptop. Computers were ok, cameras of course were forbidden.

After I downloaded the pictures I went through each one, cropping, fixing color, enhancing, whatever it needed. I was almost done with them when Crystal walked up and plopped down beside me. I didn't see her coming and didn't have a chance to minimize the screen.

"What are you working on?" she asked, as her eyes got wide with surprise.

I decided I might as well tell the truth, it might help if I got it off my chest. I told her what I had seen that morning at my house, in explicit detail. I suppose I could have given her a somewhat R rated version, but I was in the mood to see if I could shock her. To my surprise the expression on her face hardly changed, if anything she began looking serious. Other things were definitely changing. I could see her nipples get hard under her sheer top and could distinctly smell sweet pussy in the air by the time I was done with my story.

"So, what are you going to do now?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Well," I replied, "I'll probably go home, show her the pictures, and kick her sorry ass out."

Crystal thought for a minute. "I have a better idea." she said with a smirk on her face.

"How about you go home and act like everything is fine. Don't tell her you lost your job or that you caught her this morning, do your best to act normal. For the next few days come by here while you would normally be at work, see if you can catch her and get more pictures for proof before doing anything. The more proof you have, the better case you can make. She will get most of what you have, and spousal support, if you go to court with just these pictures. I used to fuck a guy who was a divorce lawyer, he taught me a lot."

I had to admit, this sounded like a good idea. 

"I know she'll try to fuck me." I said bluntly, "I really don't want to get anywhere near her, there's no telling what she caught this morning."

"Just tell her you aren't feeling well, you have a headache or something."

"That might work, but only for a day or two."

"This should only take a few days. If it takes longer you can go out of town on a business trip for a week or so." she said. "If she's as much of a skank as you are saying, she'll have something set up pretty much every day, so getting more evidence won't be a problem."

"Ok, I'll see what happens, I'm sure the slut will be busy." I replied, chuckling. 

"She's not a slut!" said Crystal with a serious look on her face. "I'm a slut, she's a skank. Sluts are out for a good time, but in a good way. Skanks fuck people over when they have a good time, there's a big difference."

"I can't believe you just told me that you're a slut." I laughed.

Crystal gave me a cute little grin and said, "Oh, but I am. See those two girls?" she said as she pointed across the room to the main stage where two of the cutest little things I had ever seen were grinding against each other. "That's Brittney and Kayla, they're my roommates, and guess what, they're sluts too.

"You seem like a really nice guy who's getting fucked in a bad way. I'll go talk to them and see if we can't arrange something to cheer you up, to take your mind off things for awhile," she paused then quickly added, "if you want to that is."

"You what?" I blurted out, I couldn't believe this.

"Like I said, if you want to. We'll make you forget all about the skank, believe me." Crystal sat there with a very cute, very devious, very sexy grin on face. She was loving the fact that she had shocked me when I had failed to shock her.

To say I was dumbfounded would be the understatement of the century. I didn't know what to think. This was an entirely new experience for me, though I couldn't help but to think about what it would be like. If I took her up on her offer, wouldn't I be just like my wife? Wouldn't it be no different? Would this just be stooping to her level? My mind was back to a million miles an hour. Crystals' hand caressing my thigh and the two nymphs all but doing each other on stage were not helping the matter.

"Well?" asked Crystal.

"I don't know." I mumbled. "It sounds like heaven, but wouldn't it make me just like her?"

"Nope, she fucked you over behind your back, you just got lucky that you found out. Your marriage is over, you're hurting, and your mind won't shut off to give you any peace. You need to relax and learn that you aren't the bad guy. It was her doing, not yours. Let us help you, please?" she said, giving me a very sexy look. "I have to go dance now, I'll come back when I'm done." She gave me a peck on the cheek and scurried off to the dressing room. Why did she have to wiggle that perfect ass when she knew I was looking, dammit!

I was left alone with my thoughts, my head swimming. I'd be lying if I said the offer wasn't appealing. What guy in his right mind would turn this down? Three gorgeous young ladies offering their bodies for pleasure. Crystal was a looker and Brittney and Kayla were damn near perfect too. Just the thought of it had me as hard as a rock. I still wasn't sure if it would be a good idea.

Crystal was announced as next on stage about the same time I saw her coming out of the dressing room. She had changed into an outfit that looked something like a belly dancing costume, if one could be made with only a few square inches of fabric. As she was climbing up onto the stage, her music started. It sounded something like a cross between Enya and Evanescense. The music was melodious and moving, but with a hard driving undertone that was mesmerizing.

The music may have been compelling, but Crystal could have awoken every dead Pope and given them extremely impure thoughts. My God could that girl move. I had seen some good dancers over the years, but she made them all look like second year ballet students. Her body did things I didn't know were possible; she made everything look so damn sexy I wanted to go up on the stage and take her up on her offer.

A bomb going off under my table couldn't have made me take my eyes off her. She didn't dance to the music, she became the music, the music became her. There was no distinction, every movement, every gesture, every last detail was in perfect harmony. She still had the same sexy little smirk on her face as when she left my table, and the entire time she was on the stage she hardly took her eyes off me. It was as if she was looking straight into my soul and could read my every thought and desire.

Her set ended much too quickly, she gave me a little wave and mouthed "just a minute" as she left the stage. That minute felt like an eternity. She returned to the table with the two nymphs in tow, and all of them had devious, sexy little grins. I suddenly felt like a specimen on display.

The girls took seats around the table as Crystal introduced me to Brittney and Kayla. We exchanged greetings, well; I managed to mumble something that didn't entirely embarrass myself. I was still somewhere in orbit from watching Crystal dance.

The three of them were gazing at me with questioning looks on their faces. It was a bit disconcerting to tell the truth.

"What?" I asked, smiling, looking at each of them in turn.

"Well? Are you going to come over to our place later?" they all said in unison.

I was speechless. I could not believe that just by talking to them for a few minutes that Crystal had convinced them to offer themselves.

"I'm still thinking about it, ladies." I somehow managed to reply. "There's a lot more to this than just me having a good time."

"We know," said Kayla, "Crystal gave us the condensed version. Just so you know we all feel really bad for you and would love to ummm, give you a hand. I need to go give a table dance, but I'll be back later. This might help you decide." She stood in front of me and gave me a tight hug, but just as she started to pull away her hand went to her thong, pulling it aside. I couldn't help but see, it was right there in my face. 

Right in front of me, just inches away, was one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen. She was shaved bare, her lips dark and swollen, her clit pierced and prominent, and it was clear that she was dripping wet. Not only could I see her wetness, her sweet smell was unmistakable. She gave me a long minute to look and drool before snapping her thong back in place and heading off to do her duty.

Once again, I was speechless. I looked over to see Crystal and Brittney sitting there giggling at my predicament. They both scooted their chairs closer, one on each side of me. I suddenly felt a hand on each thigh, both of them much higher than was normally acceptable. I was looking back and forth between them as I felt each one slide higher, it didn't take long for them to meet at my now raging hard cock.

"What Kayla said is true." purred Brittney as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze before letting go and hurrying off to a table where another customer was waving at her.

"Very nice," moaned Crystal in the other ear as she stroked my cock through my jeans. "We get off work in about an hour; I'll leave you to your thoughts and check back before we leave." She said, giving a not so gentle squeeze and a couple more strokes. She gave me another peck on the cheek before getting up and going to check on the other customers.

I don't know what kept me from cumming right on the spot.

Left alone with my thoughts, my mood didn't take long to turn dark again, remembering my wife's infidelity this morning. I couldn't believe what she had done, I wouldn't have believed it was true if I hadn't seen it for myself. It was one thing to get drunk on vacation and end up in a compromising position, that could be forgiven with enough time. Gangbanging half a dozen garbage men, in my own house when I was supposed to be at work, was another thing entirely. I suddenly realized that it had to have taken some pre-planning. She had set it up to happen that particular day, at that particular time. It was not a sudden thing, this was way more than a fling brought on by a weak moment.




Bad Day



The more I thought about it the angrier I became and the more determined I was to find out what was really going on. I wanted to know if this was a one-time thing or something she did on a regular basis. Suddenly it dawned on me, why the hell wasn't she at work herself? The thought that entered my mind with that revelation was too disturbing to think about and was quickly pushed to the dark recesses of my mind.

I looked at my watch and realized I only had a few hours before I was expected at home. I waved Crystal over to my table and told her I had some things to take care of and was going to take off, that I would think more about her offer and let her know tomorrow. 

I had the beginnings of a plan. My first stop was a large mall on the outskirts of town. One of the stores sold everything a wannabe spy would ever want. I was straightforward with the owner of the shop, telling him I suspected my wife of cheating, and that I wanted the best that technology could offer to wire my house for sound and video.

I looked at what was available and chose several different styles of cameras for different areas of the house. I purchased enough equipment to give full coverage in every room she could possibly have a tryst in; as well as spares, wiring, transmitters, receivers, and digital recording equipment. I walked out several thousand dollars poorer.

I sat in the parking lot of the mall and read the instruction manuals, discovering that I could set the system up and control it all with a computer. The advantage to this was that I could use the computer as a secure server to access and control the entire system from anywhere with an internet connection. Something like that anyway, I'm definitely not a techno-geek.

Back into the mall I went, in search of a good computer store. I found a small independent outlet a few doors down from the security and surveillance store I was in a short time before. Again, I was forthright with the clerk, telling him what was going on and what I expected the system to do. I told him I was no expert, so to make it simple for someone stupid, which would be me. Luckily, the shop had everything I needed in stock. The clerk was very patient and explained exactly how it all needed to be configured to work the way I wanted. I bought everything I needed, this time making two trips to get it all to the car. This had turned into a very expensive undertaking, but well worth every penny.

I pulled everything out of its packaging and managed to stash it all in the trunk before I slowly began to drive home, my plan becoming clearer with every passing mile. I pulled into my street close enough to the same time I do every day to not arouse suspicion. Arriving home, I noticed that my wife's car was not in its usual place in the garage. I walked into the kitchen and found a note on the counter saying that she had gone out with friends for the evening, and wouldn't be home until late. I had been wondering when I would get the chance to install the cameras and computer, this was the perfect chance.

I brought each item into the house and installed them one at a time just in case she came home early for some reason. I placed three cameras in the game room, covering every square inch of space. One was fixed, the other two were pan, tilt, and zoom capable. All the cameras were full color with sound. The amazing thing was that none of them were much bigger than the buttons on my shirt when installed properly. I made my way from room to room, installing and aiming the cameras as needed. I ended up with a few left over and put one in the office, not having intended to place one there originally. Another of the extras went at the front door, aimed outside.

Installing the cameras was the easy part. Hiding the wiring, getting power to them, and placing the transmitters was a bit trickier. After several hours of work the 'surveillance net', as the storeowner had called it, was done. With good instructions and only a bit of cussing, I was able to hide the computer in a basement closet. Wiring the computer to the cameras and into the cable internet was relatively easy.

I went back upstairs and fired up my laptop, it was time to test the system. To say I was surprised that everything worked as advertised would be a lie. Amazingly, that is exactly what happened. I was able to access the server and change from camera to camera. I could control the pan, tilt, and zoom for each one. With a little bit of practice I could easily switch from room to room, view to view, split multiple cameras on one screen, and capture images. I was ready for whatever happened, anywhere in the house.

A quick glace at my watch told me the cunt would be home soon, it would be best if she didn't see any of this. I made a slow circuit of the house looking for each of the cameras. If you didn't know they were there, you would never see them. There were several that I did know were there, and I had to look hard to find the lens.

After having a quick dinner and a shower, I headed for bed. I wanted to be asleep when she got home so there was no temptation on her part to try anything frisky. I felt her getting into bed a long time later. I glanced over at my alarm clock and realized it would be going off in less than 5 minutes. I noticed that she was freshly showered, though I had not heard the shower running. I rolled out of bed and took care of my morning routine, noting that the shower was indeed dry.

This raised even more questions. Was she out fucking around all night? How many guys were there this time? This was way out of control, had I not had problems at work the previous day I would have never had a clue.

I accomplished my normal morning routine as if I were going to work, I guess in a way I was going to work, just not the job she thought I had. I decided over breakfast that my business trip was going to happen today. I would call her this afternoon, and let her know that I would be out of town for up to two weeks having a series of meetings at a new client's location.

With this decision I headed out for the morning, driving across town to look for a good hotel to spend the time in. I found exactly what I was looking for a few blocks away from the Pink Pussycat. It was an upscale business hotel with underground parking to hide the car, and a suite at a reasonable rate. Some suite it was; two bedrooms with king sized beds, a sitting room, a personal theater, a fully stocked bar, and a Jacuzzi bathtub big enough to have a small party in.

After checking out the room I fired up my laptop and signed on to the internet. I checked my house, scanning through the rooms one by one. I found the whore still sleeping in bed. That is exactly what I was beginning to think she was, a whore, for real. As disturbing as the thought was, it fit the scenario.

I realized that the internet might be how she is finding all these guys, or them finding her, whichever the case may be. I pulled up Google and soon had a long list of dating sites and sites that listed call girls. It didn't take me long at all to find her. On every one of the large sites I checked, she was right near the top of the listings. Her user name was fitting, SwtCunt4U, and it was the same on all the sites I found. I was mildly surprised by the graphic pictures she had posted on her profile. Her face was clear in most of them, she wasn't trying to be discreet at all. 

I was really beginning to feel like an idiot, how had I not noticed her behavior earlier? Here she was splashed all over the web, there were dozens of pictures of her with different groups of guys. It seemed like she was begging to be caught, or maybe she didn't care if she was.

Her profiles were fitting as well; "Hot sexy nymphomaniac needs your cum. I can't get enough; no one man can satisfy me. I love groups, the bigger, kinkier, and nastier the better. I will do anything you want, no reservations at all. I am for real! If you want to get your brains fucked out get in touch with me soon!" Then in smaller type at the bottom of the screen, "A small donation is requested." That was all I needed to see. I had proof now, she was in fact a whore, with every awful connotation of the word possible.

I figured these profiles would be a good thing for my divorce lawyer to see when I was ready, so I printed out each one along with the pictures she had posted. What I wouldn't give to have access to these sites so I could get her e-mails too, I thought to myself. 

I checked the house again and caught her getting out of the shower. For a dirty whore, she sure had one hell of a body. She was 5'6", 120 lbs, 36 C, she had a trim stomach and a totally shaved pussy, a very nice round ass, and killer legs. I watched as she applied her makeup and went into the bedroom to get dressed. She put on a garter belt and stockings with a matching bra and no panties, covered by a very short pleated skirt and a small white top knotted between her breasts. I had to admit she looked pretty hot.

The reason for her sexy attire was ringing the doorbell as she was putting the last touches to her hair. I switched cameras and found three guys at the front door waiting for her to answer. When she did their eyes about popped out of their heads, and I couldn't blame them.

I followed them through the house to the game room, where she directed the three of them to the couch as she climbed up on one of the barstools. From where they were sitting, they had to have had a clear view right up her skirt to her shaved pussy. Seeing that they couldn't take their eyes off that general vicinity, I guessed I was right.

They sat and talked for a few minutes before one of they guys leaned forward and placed an envelope on the coffee table. I guessed this was her donation. I saw her glance at the envelope and smile as she got up and went over to the stereo. She put a CD in and started dancing to the music. She could have been a stripper, but was nowhere near the caliber of Crystal. She was dancing around the room, slowly working her way closer and closer to her three customers.

When she was right in front of them, she slowly removed her top, teasing them with glimpses of her bra covered breasts. She danced around some more, giving the guys peeks of her lithe body every once in a while. Before long, she was giving the three of them lap dances one at a time, with a lot of close touching and groping in the process. The guys were obviously getting hot, as was she. During the next song, she removed her bra and let the guys take turns sucking on her breasts as she stroked their cocks through their pants. 

She started to take off her skirt, but stopped when one of the guys suggested she leave it on. She did look hot, topless with the little pleated skirt and stockings, the nasty schoolgirl fantasy come to life. I had to keep telling myself I was gathering evidence and to remain calm. If I didn't restrain myself I would be on my way home in a matter of minutes to confront her.

She sat down on the coffee table, spread her legs wide, and started playing with her pussy. She was alternately rubbing and pinching her clit and sliding three fingers deep inside herself. She motioned to each of the guys to undress, and a few seconds later had three naked guys around her. She laid there and fingered herself for a few minutes as the guys stood around stroking themselves. She sat up and took two of the cocks, one in each hand, and the third in her mouth. I can attest to her oral skills, I knew exactly what the guy was feeling and gave him credit for remaining standing.

She started to give each of them a blowjob, a few minutes on each guy as she stroked the other two. It didn't take long for each of them to cum for the first time. She took all of their spunk in her mouth, swallowing every drop.

By the time the third one came, the first two were up and ready to go again. She got on her hands and knees on the floor, motioning one of them behind her to her pussy, the other to her mouth. They both slid in as deep as they could go in one long stroke. She was being fucked hard from both ends, and from her body language and the few moans and screams I could hear over the music, she was loving every second of it.

It didn't take long for the third guy to get hard again, watching the sexy scene in front of him. She pushed the guy that was in her mouth to the floor and slowly climbed up his body, straddling him. Reaching back, she pushed the guy behind her out of her pussy, and without missing a stroke slid his cock deep into her ass. At the same time, she reached down and slid the other cock into her pussy. The third guy stood in front of her, and in no time at all she was sucking him for all she was worth.

I could not believe what I was seeing. I had seen her the day before with the six guys, but with what had happened that morning with the pictures of our wedding, and at work, it hadn't quite registered. Now, with my mind clearer, this was just surreal. Here was my wife, who I thought had been faithful since our counseling, being filled in all three holes by complete strangers. Not only that, but being paid to do it. I thought I was a good judge of people, especially her; it was mind boggling to see how wrong I was.

I watched in a bit of a daze as they fucked the living shit out of my wife. They would switch positions every few minutes, each of them getting their fill of each of her holes. Once again, there were no condoms being used, and no cleaning between going from ass to mouth. She didn't seem to be complaining a bit as she cleaned each of their cocks with gusto. 

Eventually she laid down on the floor with the three of them around her jacking off as she played with her well-fucked pussy with one hand and her ass with the other, three fingers buried deep in each hole. It was only a matter of minutes until the three of them sprayed their hot cum all over her sweaty body. She was writhing in ecstasy as she got herself off. As she came down from her orgasm she used her fingers to scoop their cum from her body, licking them clean before getting more.

After a few minutes of recovery, the guys got dressed and left the room. She was still laying there cleaning their cum off her body a little at a time. She laid there for a while longer before getting up and retrieving the envelope from the coffee table. I zoomed in with one of the cameras as she opened it and counted the bills inside. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; she had just been paid $1000 for giving up her body. After the initial shock, the thought that crossed my mind was where was all this money going?

I followed her through the house as she went to the master bathroom, laid the envelope on the counter, undressed, and took a long shower. After the shower she put on a bathrobe, got the money, and made her way to the office. I watched as she pulled back a corner of the carpet and opened a safe that was in the floor. I was feeling more like an idiot all the time; I didn't even know it was there. I got lucky placing an extra camera in the office, luckier still that I had aimed it in such a way that I could see the combination to the safe.

I continued to watch as she went to her computer and logged onto each of the dating and escort sites where she was a member. I noticed several that I hadn't found earlier and made a note to go take a look later. Once again, I got lucky and saw what her password was. She wasn't being very smart, they were all the same.

Looking at my watch, I noticed it was almost noon; more time had passed than I realized. I decided now was as good a time as any to go on my business trip. I picked up my cell phone and called home, watching as an annoyed look cross her face as she saw the caller ID, and hearing her say "Shit, it's the asshole." Now I was even more pissed off, the slimy cunt was going to pay.

I made the conversation short and sweet, telling her I had to fly out of town later this afternoon for a trip. She didn't even seem fazed, her voice didn't change, but I could see the smile on her face. She told me she was going shopping that afternoon with some girlfriends, and not to expect her home when I came to pack for my trip. Girlfriends my ass, she probably had another group of guys to go fuck.

It would probably be a good idea if I calmed down before I went home, just in case she was still there. If I was still this angry, I don't know if I could restrain myself from kicking her worthless whoring ass out right then and there.

I went over to the Pussycat and went to the same table I sat at yesterday. In a matter of minutes Crystal, Brittney, and Kayla were sitting with me asking how things were going. I told them about the cameras and computer setup and what I had seen this morning. It was good to get it off my chest and even better, if not a bit amusing, to see their anger flare as I related her escapade this morning.

Kayla was the first to speak up when I was done. "So, when do we get to fuck your brains out?"

I laughed at her bluntness and replied, "I've been thinking about it a lot girls, and I think it would be a really bad idea to do anything before I'm officially separated."

They seemed to take this in stride, but with obvious disappointment. I explained to them that no matter how I thought about it, if I were to go have fun with them right now it would make me the same as the cunt, and that I was better than that. They seemed to accept this explanation, and then informed me that if made them with too long they would fuck me so hard I wouldn't be able to move for a week. I told them not to be so sure; it might be them not being able to move.

Kayla and Brittney got up to go dance, leaving me with Crystal, not that I was complaining. We sat there for a couple of hours chatting about anything and everything that came to mind. I found out she was a junior at a local university with a 4.0 GPA, majoring in criminal justice. She was a very bright young lady, well read, well spoken, and an absolute delight to engage in conversation. She was very down to earth and knew enough about a variety of subjects to carry on an intelligent conversation.

Eventually, the manager came over and told her it was time to get back to work. It was also time for me to head to the house, I could no longer think of it as home, and get my things.

When I got to the house the cunt was gone, so I hurried upstairs and packed what I normally would for a business trip. I never wanted to come back here to live, but couldn't take everything I would like just yet. After I carried the suitcases out to the car I went into the office, pulled back the carpet, and opened the safe. I was completely stunned at what I found.

The safe was about two feet in diameter and three feet deep. Inside were stacks and stacks of bills. I pulled out a few and saw they were all hundreds, bound in $10,000 bundles. A quick count told me there was well over three quarters of a million dollars here. My mind was completely blank, my body numb, my world spinning out of control. Some quick mental arithmetic told me she had been with over 750 groups of strange men to have saved this much, assuming three men per group, she had fucked well over 2,250 strangers.

If she had only been doing this for a year, that means she had averaged two groups per day. Though with taking weekends off it had to have been more, she had to have done more per day, or she had been fucking around for longer than the last year. I could not believe that I never suspected a thing. I had to stop thinking about the sheer numbers or I would drive myself nuts.

I drove away from the house in a daze, on autopilot as I made my way across town to the hotel. A sudden thought occurred to me that caused a chill to envelop my entire body, nearly causing me to black out in sheer panic. I realized that I had fucked her during all this. She had been doing this for what looked like a long time. I had only found out yesterday. God only knows how many times I had fucked her, while she was letting other men do the same without protection.




Bad Day



I quickly pulled over to the side of the road, opened the door, and lost my lunch. After I had recovered, I knew exactly what I needed to do next. It took a few minutes for my head to clear well enough to figure out where I was and where the nearest hospital was located. I'm surprised I didn't get any speeding tickets on my way there.

I ran into the hospital and to the clinic, nearly out of breath when I got to the counter. I pleaded with the receptionist behind the desk to fit me in, it was very important. She could clearly see my anxiety and was sympathetic, telling me she would do her best. I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only 30 minutes or so. 

After being called to the back I explained to the doctor what had happened, almost retching again as I recounted the story. He seemed genuinely concerned about my predicament, and recommended that a complete series of tests be done immediately. I agreed, of course, and spent the rest of my visit being poked, prodded, scraped, and inspected. The doctor informed me that my results should be back within two weeks, and that he would call me when they were in. I gave him my cell phone number, not wanting this call to go anywhere else, especially the house.

I was still in a daze after the doctor's visit and couldn't think clearly enough to do anything but go to the hotel. I was angry, confused, hurt, and yes, scared too. I vaguely remember getting to my room and opening a fifth of bourbon from the bar.

I woke the next morning with the worst hangover of my life. Seeing the empty bottle beside my bed, I was surprised I was still alive. The evening came back to me in bits and pieces as I slowly woke up. I remember sitting there, taking long pulls from the bottle, as I thought about what had happened to my life. I cried, angry at that fucking bitch for putting me in this position. I wept, thinking about what might happen if she had passed anything on to me. I became enraged thinking about all of this. The thoughts in my head were not pretty. I have never been a violent person, but the ideas I had that night were violent indeed.

I shrugged off the visions of stringing the cunt up in the garage and skinning her alive, that would be too nice. I was going to make her suffer in ways she could never imagine, all without laying a hand on her in anger. Originally, I had only wanted enough evidence to make sure she got next to nothing in a divorce. Now I wanted not only that, but for her to suffer a thousand times worse than I was suffering now. 

I knew exactly what my leverage would be. Two things were important to her that I knew about. Her family, and her money. I would take both away from her. Her parents were the best people I had ever met. They would give a person anything they could if it would help, and never ask for a thing in return. Her brothers and sisters were the same as her parents. Where the disgusting bitch I married went bad, I have no idea. 

Her family was also extremely conservative, somewhere to the right of Jesse Helms. There was many a spirited family discussion where their views were made clear. In their view, adultery should be punishable by hanging in the town square. Prostitution should be punishable by public disembowelment, followed by hanging. Imagine their surprise when they found out their daughter was not only an adulteress, but a whore too.

As for the money, that was even easier. I knew where it was. I would simply take it when she was out. What was she going to do, call the cops? 

After I took a shower and ate breakfast, I was feeling much better. My plans for revenge were coming together and replacing the sorrow I had been feeling the night before. I left the hotel feeling a little better about my situation now that I had some idea of what to do.

I returned to the computer store and purchased a top of the line photo printer and several packages of photo paper before I went over to the strip club again. I sat with Crystal and had a very long sincere conversation with her about everything that had happened the day before. She was very pleased that I had visited a doctor and been tested for everything under the sun. She was even more pleased when I told her I would not put her at risk by doing anything with her until I was sure I had a clean bill of health.

The more she and I talked, the closer we became. We were like kids on the first few dates, spilling everything that was on our minds. We had no reason to hold anything back. She told me about her checkered past, some of it wasn't pretty. I told her everything about mine. I don't know why or how, we just seemed to connect and be able to trust each other on a very deep level. 

Returning to the hotel, I set up the new printer and worked my way through all of the pictures I had taken and captured from the cameras. I enhanced each one, making sure there was a clear shot of the cunts face. I printed out the best ones, making multiple copies of each. I also visited the personals sites I had missed before and printed out each of her profiles and pictures. While on the web, I logged onto each of the sites and printed off all of the e-mails she had saved.

I reviewed the tapes from the night before and saw she had entertained two more groups of guys. The first group with four guys, the other with seven. I captured all the relevant images and printed those out as well, struggling to keep my anger in check.


I certainly had enough damning evidence to put my plan into motion anytime I wanted, but I wanted more. I wanted to be sure that there was no question of what she was. I needed to make sure there was no way she could extricate herself from what she had done. I not only wanted to hurt her, I wanted to fucking destroy her.

I went back to the Pussycat, again sitting with Crystal and talking for a long time. I told her what I was planning and she loved my ideas, enhancing a few of them throughout our conversation. She was a devious little brat, no question about that. She suggested that when I was ready to present my evidence, that I also mail a copy of everything I had to the District Attorneys office. Being a criminal justice major, she was sure the authorities would do something, but she wasn't sure about the evidentiary value of the pictures and the personal profiles from the web. At the very least, there would be some kind of investigation, one more knife to thrust in and twist.

Crystal returned to the hotel with me after work, surprised at the opulence of the suite. She was like a kid in a candy store as she checked out the rooms, and her eyes got huge when she saw the bathtub. I told her to go ahead and use it if she wanted. She was naked and filling the tub with water before I finished speaking. I admit that I was having a hard time controlling myself with this beautiful girl shamelessly naked in front of me. I had come to care for her and did not want to hurt her in any way, especially by passing on something I may have caught from the cunt.

I was about to leave the room when she called out to me.

"Wash me, please?" she pleaded in a very cute little girls voice.

If you have never given a stunningly beautiful girl a bath, you are missing one of the most pleasurable experiences life has to offer. I was in heaven as I washed her from head to toe. Lathering her up, rubbing her soft supple skin, and not missing one square inch front or back. Her reactions just fueled my desire. Listening to her moan and whimper as I washed and caressed her body was indescribable. Seeing and feeling her squirming under my touch was so hot we should have caught the room on fire.

After toweling her off, making sure I didn't miss any spots, she stretched up and gave me a firm hug and a lingering kiss on my lips. I lifted her in my arms, carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down. I made a point of keeping my clothes on as I slowly and gently explored every inch of her body with my hands, mouth, and tongue. I reveled in the taste and texture of her nipples, I laughed as she squirmed and giggled as I tickled her navel with my tongue. I moaned deep in my chest as she reached her climax with my tongue teasing her sweet, succulent, dripping wet pussy.

I held her close as she returned to earth, whispering "thank you" in my ear repeatedly. We laid there and talked through the evening, revealing even more of ourselves to each other. She told me her dreams, wants, needs, desires, goals, and passions. I shared all I was with her. I didn't know why we were doing this, or have any idea where this might lead. I was very much enjoying the closeness, the pure intimacy, which I had never shared with another person.

We climbed out of bed after awhile, and she asked to see the setup on my computer that I had told her about. I logged into the house server and started showing her the different cameras. I was a little nervous that the cunt might be entertaining again. I was relieved when I switched to the game room and found it empty. 

I switched through the rest of the cameras one by one, the last being the main bedroom. I was stunned at what was on the screen. Crystal gasped and hugged me tight when the scene became clear. There was the whore on the bed, my bed, surrounded by 12 guys. It appeared that they were just finishing their session. All the guys were frantically jacking off as she laid there playing with her pussy and ass, the same as she had done this morning and the day before. They all came within seconds of each other, literally soaking her from head to toe.

Once again, she cleaned her body with her fingers, licking them clean as the guys got dressed and left. She laid there cleaning herself off for a very long time. It was clear she had been fucked hard and repeatedly, she could barely move. She eventually got out of bed and we watched as she opened the envelope that was on the nightstand and counted out $7,500. 

I was able to maintain my composure, for a while anyway. I rewound the recording, captured images, and printed them out with Crystal holding me the entire time. I checked back through the tape and found yet another session earlier in the afternoon, not long after I had been to the house. I captured and printed the images from this humiliation as well.

I finally let go and broke down. I couldn't help it; I couldn't hold it in any longer. Crystal led me to the bed and lay down beside me, holding me in her arms and whispering comforting words softly in my ear. I eventually drifted off to sleep, completely and totally emotionally drained.

When I awoke the next morning, Crystal was still there holding me. I can't begin to describe how good that felt. After waking up enough to be somewhat coherent, I reminded her that she was late for work; she told me she had called in for the day. She said I needed someone here with me, and I didn't argue.

We had a very serious talk that morning during breakfast. Crystal was genuinely worried about my mental well-being. We agreed that it was time to take care of this, if I didn't do it now it would destroy me. I couldn't handle letting this go on any longer. It was time for it to stop. There were a few more details to take care of, and then it would be over.

I'll admit that what I did next was probably illegal as hell. Ask me if I care. I fired up the computer, printed out a power of attorney, and forged the cunts signature, giving me sole power over all our joint holdings. 

I made a quick visit to my long time lawyer, and had everything we held jointly placed in my name only, the house, cars, vacation cabin, property, and brokerage accounts. Surprisingly, this was a relatively quick and painless thing to do. I also visited the bank and removed her name from all of our accounts. I left one account for her, with a one dollar balance, laughing silently to myself during the entire process. While I was at the bank, I signed the necessary paperwork to have all of our credit cards cancelled in two days, and had a new one issued to me under a completely new account. Finally, I visited my real estate broker and placed the house on the market for immediate sale, I could never live there again.

With these details taken care of it was time to take advantage of overnight delivery. I returned to the hotel after a quick stop at an office supply warehouse. Crystal helped me collate the pictures, profiles, and e-mails, and place them in envelopes. I printed out address labels for her parents, two brothers, three sisters, the district attorney, the chief of police, her church, two local newspapers, and the half dozen of her friends I had addresses for. We left the hotel and stopped at the first express mail store we saw and sent the envelopes off.

I was so anxious I was bouncing off the walls. I had accepted she was a filthy whore. I was in the process of getting her out of my life for good, but it still felt strange to be doing this to someone I had once cared for. As I said earlier, I have never been a violent person; well, I have never been a vindictive person either. I was not used to doing something like this. I couldn't shut all of my emotions off, all at once. Crystal could tell I was shocked at what I was doing and reminded me, in great detail, why I needed to do it.

There was one last item to take care of. We returned to the hotel and checked the cameras at the house, finding it empty. I rewound and saw that the cunt had left about an hour before, dressed to the nines. I figured she would be selling her slimy snatch for a few hours, more than enough time for me to do what needed to be done.

I told Crystal to wait for me here, that I would be back in an hour or so. She was not happy to let me go alone, she wanted to be there for moral support if I needed it. I assured her I would be fine and left after a tight hug and gentle kiss. I raced across town to the house, letting myself in through the garage. I quickly went to the office and opened the safe, finding it even fuller than it was a couple of days ago. I emptied the safe into a large duffle bag and raced back to the hotel. We spread the money on one of the beds and counted, then re-counted, and counted again to make sure. The final tally was just short of a million dollars. We were both completely speechless as we sat there staring at the stacks of bills.

Later that night was most amusing. We watched as the cunt came home, looking rather well fucked, and went to place her money in the safe. I had never heard anyone scream that loud, nor had I ever heard such obscenities spewed. I had to laugh as she spent the night pacing the house cussing like a sailor.

If that was amusing, what happened the next morning was hysterical. Her parents were the first to call her. I could not hear their side of the conversation, but I could hear the cunt trying to deny everything in a shaking voice. She ended up slamming the phone down, curling up in a ball in the middle of the floor and bawling her eyes out. I almost felt sorry for her.

Over the next few hours, the phone rang several more times. Each time it was someone who had received one of the packages I sent, or so I gathered from the whores side of the conversation. Each time she tried to deny everything, only to hang up on whomever it was she was talking with, and go back to crying.

I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to send copies to her also. I quickly printed out everything I had, placed it in an envelope, and called a courier service. I watched a half hour later as she opened the envelope. Her face drained of all color as she slumped to the floor, stunned and shaken. I hoped she was feeling at least ten percent of what I had felt over the last few days.

The days, weeks, and months flew by after exposing her for what she was. I was in contact with her siblings, friends, and parents; each of them offered their sympathies for what had happened and assured me their doors would always be open. Nobody knew that I was the one who had exposed her, and it didn't really matter anyway.

I finally got a call from the doctors' office, giving me the good news and the bad. I didn't have anything terminal or anything that couldn't be cured. I took a battery of medications for a while, finally getting a clean bill of health. I still get tested for those things that don't show up right away, and will continue to do so for a very long time.

The cunt was arrested and charged with prostitution and money laundering. She didn't have any funds to mount a defense and was easily convicted. She was sentenced to a very long prison term because of the flagrancy of her actions, and the fact that she not only didn't deny anything, but was defensive about her extracurricular activities. The authorities are still wondering what happened to the money she had to have made.

I only saw her once since the day I sent the envelopes out, and that was in court for our divorce. She did not contest anything, and the judge did not give her anything.

The house sold a few months later. I hired movers to go in and retrieve my personal belongings. I could not even think about setting foot in that place again. Everything I didn't want was thrown away at the landfill. I thought about donating it to charity, but didn't want to subject anyone to the filth it was associated with.

With the money I took from the cunt and from the sale of the house, I had a very nice nest egg. I bought a very nice, very large new house in a different neighborhood. I paid off the student loans for Crystal, Brittney, and Kayla, without them knowing, and set up a fund to pay for their tuition and books through the rest of their schooling.

Somehow, through all of this, Crystal and I fell deeply in love. She moved into my new house a few months after this ordeal was over, and has been here ever since turning it into a true home. We will be getting married in a few months and could not be happier. It does not worry me that she is a self-professed slut, she is my slut. Kayla and Brittney visit on occasion, sometimes to just chat, and other times for more intimate undertakings.



Bad Day



I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story.

Bad Day

Yeah, it had been a bad day from the beginning. My wife Carol had been away visiting her sister Mary for the week and was due home that evening. I knew that she'd have a lot to say about my housekeeping skills when she arrived home as well. Well, I had planned to really get the place sorted the evening before, but some of the boys had shown up and wanted to play cards.

At first I'd refused and told them I needed to get the house sorted before Carol got home. But then one of the guys said they'd all pitch in and help clear the place up after the game. Yeah, great plan, but four hours and far too many cans of beer later that idea was completely forgotten about as some of the guys who could still walk went home whilst a couple of others passed out in the lounge.

Friday morning my two friends who'd stayed over and I had all overslept. I had a head that felt like someone had climbed inside and was trying to find his way out again using a Kango hammer. I dashed out of the house as fast as I could; Fridays are always really busy days for me at work.

When I arrived at the office, some Wanker had parked in my space; probably assuming that as I wasn't there on time, I wasn't coming into the office that day. Quite a lot of my working time is spent out of the office, visiting our companies various building projects around town. 

I had to park what seemed like a bloody mile away and walk back to the office. Then I got a flea in my ear from my boss about being late for work and my secretary met me with a whole load of messages about things that had apparently gone wrong on just about every job we had on the go.

So still feeling like shit, I had to walk back to my car before I could drive around the various sites to discover what was so important it couldn't wait until Monday. But not before I'd found the tosser who'd parked his car in my bloody parking bay and tore him off a strip.

The traffic was horrendous as it normally is on Fridays and getting around the sites took all bloody morning. My head was thumping and just about every so-called urgent problem could really have waited a few days.

When I got back to the office about lunchtime, the car that had been parked in my bay that morning had gone. But some other bastard had parked his car in there. It was as I was bollocking that guy that my boss called me to join him and a potential customer in conference.

I hoped that they would like to talk over lunch, as I had eaten nothing since the night before and I was beginning to feel really hungry by then. I was also hoping that if I got something substantial in my stomach, I would stop feeling queasy and it might even manage to do something for my headache as well.

Several times I suggested that we go out and eat, but neither my boss nor the client seemed interested. It was nearly four o'clock when the meeting finally broke up and I still had a whole load of work on my desk to do. 

My head still aching, I gave most of the reports I was supposed to peruse little more than a cursory glance. I asked my secretary to go out and find me something to eat. Unfortunately all the local sandwich shops had closed up early as they normally do on Fridays. I won't say what she came back with, but I think it was getting ready to walk away on its own. I didn't eat it.

By six o'clock, I'd finally managed to clear my desk, so that I could leave the by-then deserted office. Everybody else had left hours before. The drive home was in the thick of traffic again. Really I could have done with stopping off for something to eat on the way. But I had housework to do before I went to collect Carol from the station.

Entering the house I took some more aspirin. Shit, I'd tried everything that day but nothing seemed to have any effect on my headache. I thought about my shotgun, but that would have made even more mess for me to clear up. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that Carol could wake the dead when she gets on her high horse.

So there I was, vacuum cleaner in one hand, duster in the other, dashing around like a blue arsed fly when the bloody phone rang. It was Mary, telling me she'd dropped Carol at the station her end and watched her get on the train. I was instructed that I should be at the local station to pick Carol up at nine forty-five. 

We exchanged a few pleasantries as you do, although I really can't stand my sister. She'd really stitched-up her husband Garry big-time in the divorce. I'd liked Garry and I was damn sure the little bitch had been running around on him. I'm not sure what made me so convinced, but there were things that didn't add up about her. And her claims that Garry had knocked her about, which he vehemently denied. But once Mary had the judge convinced, the poor sod didn't have a leg to stand on. He was bloody lucky he never went down for it.

Mary's phone call over, I set about my task with a vengeance and I was quite pleased with my efforts by the time I was putting the house-cleaning gear away at eight-thirty. But then I realised I hadn't emptied the rubbish bin in the kitchen. When I got outside, I realised I'd forgotten to put the bin out for the council guys to empty that week. I could just imagine Carol's voice. "That dustbin smells terribly. Why didn't you put it out for the men?"

I did a bit of lateral thinking and I thought it would be prudent of me to shove the bin-bag in the back of my car and drop it in the skip on the building site down the end of the road on my way to the station. I'd have to spray some smellys around the car, but I was sure that Carol wouldn't figure out why.

Best laid plans of mice and men and all that. I'd carefully tied the top of the bag, but as I was carrying it to the garage to put it into the car, when it got snagged on the door jamb. The damn thing ripped open showering crap everywhere. Almost in panic, I retrieved another bag from the kitchen draw and set about the disgusting task of picking all the rubbish up again. But as I was doing so something caught my eye.

A little cardboard envelope with the word "Durex" printed on it. Oh, for you folks down in the Antipodes, I'm told Durex is or was the name of the biggest selling brand of sticky tape down there. Whether that's true or not, unfortunately Durex is the name of one of the leading, or most famous, brands of contraceptives in the UK. 

Now as I'd had a vasectomy after our youngest was born seventeen years before, I couldn't see that Carol had any reason to have Durex in the house. Strangely you might think, I do keep some Trojans in the garage though. Mainly to keep my matches in when I go hiking and camping on the moor with the Boy Scouts. I help out with the Scouts sometimes.

Okay, you can understand that some little bells, or should I say, rather large bells were ringing in my head. What would Carol possibly want with Durex? No prizes for giving me the answer to that one; I was already there.

Okay, time for some quick thinking. Contraceptives equal shagging, and they are used as protection against becoming pregnant and/or catching a disease. Well, for a start, I haven't got any diseases (that I know of anyway) and I can't make Carol pregnant because I've had the chop. So just who was it Carol has been shagging and when?

Further searching amongst the rubbish turned up two more empty Durex packets. Fuck me, Carol, at three rubbers to a packet; that means you shagged someone nine times last week. No, come on, think sensibly, man. Carol's been away at Mary's all week and you're quite sure that Mary puts it about a bit. Now here you find the outer packets for nine Durex. Jesus Christ, Carol went off on a bleeding fucking spree with her sister. Well, that's the most logical conclusion I could come up with.

I was very pleased with my self-control when I picked Carol up from the station. I was five minutes late and she was annoyed at being kept waiting. Carol was even more annoyed that I didn't get out of the car to put her suitcase in the boot. She did ask me what the other cases were doing in there but I steadfastly refused to reply to her. I think it was my silence that first gave her the idea that something was cooking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her looking around as we drove, she obviously realised that we weren't headed for our own house and I think my not replying to her gibes at the station had unnerved her. She didn't actually speak again until we pulled up outside her mother's house.

"Why are we here?" Carol asked. I could hear the trepidation in her voice.

"Because this is where I assume you're going to you live from now on."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you really don't expect to live in my house after you've shagged nine men. Or was it one man nine times. Although you might have brought some more, so it could be a hundred men or one man a hundred times for all I know. No matter, you are no longer a wife of mine." 

"Have you gone mad? What the hell are you talking about?" Carol's words were confident but her voice was definitely not the commanding one she usually used.

"Carol, you went to Mary's prepared for an orgy that I assume you've enjoyed. No wife of mine is going to fuck around on me and expect to remain my wife. Now, please, get out of my car and take your gear with you. It's in those other cases in the back; you can collect what else you want over the weekend."

"But I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't been with anyone."

"Okay, prove it."

"How?"

I fished the empty Durex packets from my pocket and threw them on the dashboard. "Just put the original contents back inside those."

Carol picked up one of the packets. "What are these? Oh, contraceptives! Where did you get these from?" 

I've got to give it to her; she really did look confused. I'd have given Carol top marks for acting.

"Where you left them. Where do you think I got them?"

"But I've never seen them before."

"I don't believe you, Carol. Now if you can't put the contents back, please get out of the car so that I can go home."

"No!"

I hadn't bargained for this. I thought once she knew I'd caught her out she'd fold her hand straight away.

"Carol, get out of the car please." I was sure that was a mistake as soon as I said it. I shouldn't have said "please" since it could be construed as weakness. 

"I will not get out of this car until we get home to our house."

"Carol, it isn't our house anymore. It was my house before we were married and it will be my house after the divorce." 

"What divorce?"

"Our divorce. I told you I've no intention of staying married to a woman who sleeps around."

"I don't blame you. I wouldn't stay married to a husband who slept around either." 

I'd missed something somewhere along the line, and I was having difficulty working out what Carol was talking about now.

"So you agree that sleeping around is good enough reason to end the marriage." 

"Of course I do!" 

"Then why won't you get out of the car."

"Are you telling me that you've been sleeping with other woman whilst I've been away and want a divorce so that you can be with her?"

Just a minute! Where was this conversation going now? Did she just accuse me of sleeping around?

"Now hold on. What are you trying to pull here? I didn't put those Durex packets in our bin. You did. It's you who's been sleeping around."

"I can assure you I've never seen those things before. What possible reason could I have for buying them? You've had a vasectomy so you can't make me pregnant. And besides you've got that great big box of them hidden in the garage. If I wanted to use one, which I never have by the way, I could take one from there. I doubt you'd ever notice."

That took the wind out of my sails. I had no idea Carol knew about that bulk box of Trojans in the garage. I was suddenly on the defensive and felt I had to explain what they were there for.

"I use them when I go camping with the Scouts to keep my fire lighting gear dry." I blurted out. 

See how women work. Clever aren't they? We'd started talking about her Durex and somehow I was explaining away my Trojans. 

"Do I look stupid, Jim? I've known that for years. Who do you think goes through your rucksack when you get home to make sure you haven't left any dirty clothing in there to stink us out of house and home?"

"Get the subject back on track, Jimmy, my boy. Carol's taking you off on a tangent here," I thought to myself.

"My Trojans have nothing to do with these Durex packets and where the contents are, Carol."

"No they don't, I'll give you that, but think about things logically, Jim. You've got a great big box of contraceptives hidden in the garage. Can you tell me how many are left in there?"

"No, but what's that got to do with anything."

"There's thirty-six left, out of a box of fifty."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've counted. You use two every time you go camping. Oh, and one time you lent Mike a couple when he didn't have any. He gave you back two Durex and they are still in the box. What's up? Don't you like Durex?"

"You count my Trojan's? Why would you do that?" 

"For the same reason you're so uptight about finding those Durex packets in the rubbish sack. Tell me, Jim, just why were you searching through our rubbish anyway?

"The bag split when I was putting it in the car. I forgot to put the bin out for the bin men on Wednesday and I thought I'd drop the rubbish in a skip. The bag just split open."

"And you had to pick it all up again. That will teach you not to be a cheapskate; I told you those bags from the market were useless."

"You're changing the subject, Carol. We should be talking about those Durex and who you've been sleeping with." 

"Jimmy, I haven't shared a bed with anyone but you since that day we got engaged. Not counting the children, that is, and you've had them in bed with you as well."

"Those Durex say different."

Oh, they do, do they. Now I couldn't fault your logic, but for one point you haven't thought of."

"And what's that?" 

"Someone else could have put them in the bin."

"Who would want to do that?"

"Well, let's work it out, shall we. Where did we go last Saturday before you dropped me at Mary's house on the way back?"

"Dover to drop Martin and his friend off at the ferry."

"And tell me, where were they going?"

"Don't be silly, Carol. You know they are backpacking around Europe all summer."

"Now shall we put two and two together? Two hormonal nineteen year old boys heading for the south of France for the summer. Where all those gorgeous young women lay around in bikinis all day. And the boys were carrying nothing but backpacks. Don't I remember someone telling his son not to carry any unnecessary weight in his backpack?"

"Are you telling me...?"

"I'm suggesting that's the most logical explanation I can come up with for those Durex packets being in the bin. But you can find out for sure tomorrow, Martin has promised to call at ten in the morning to let us know he's alright. That's why I came home tonight instead of tomorrow, I want to hear from my son. Anyway you can ask him about those Durex packets yourself. Now, do you still want me to get out of the car?"

"Oh, I got it all wrong, didn't I?"

"Yes, James, you did." 

"Are you angry with me?"

"Yes and no. I'm angry that you'd think I'd want any other man than you. But at the same time, I'm flattered that you'd think any other guy would want to romp with a fat old forty-five year old mother like me."

"You're not fat and you certainly aren't old. You're gorgeous. I'm always telling you so, aren't I?"

"How could I be angry with the man I love when he says things like that? Come on, shall we go somewhere dark and park, or are you going to take me home and ravish me." 

I drove home; I'm a bit too old for gymnastics in the car.

Ah, well, life goes on. But Carol still gave me a bollocking over my housekeeping abilities, but that wasn't until after Martin's phone call on the Saturday morning. We didn't get out of bed until he called, we'd been to busy.

Life goes on.



Bad Day



"Oh, that's great." Becky looked in her rear view mirror at the flashing red and blue lights. "That's just fucking great."

Becky's day had already been a day from hell. Actually, her whole month had been nothing but stress and chaos. From the outside looking in, Becky seemed to have a great life. She and her husband Bob, were still technically newlyweds, having been married just under a year. They made the perfect couple - young, gorgeous and were totally in love with each other.

Since the wedding, they had been leasing a gorgeous, though somewhat small, condo in a nice middle class neighborhood. They had planned on living there until they could afford a nice home of their own. But that all changed when the entire complex had been sold out to make room for a new shopping center. They were suddenly told that they had to move out at the end of their lease, just two short months away. So, for the last month, she and her husband had been busting their butts working slave hours, picking up as much overtime as they could to be able to afford a decent down payment on a nice home. 

Becky's job as an emergency room nurse was already hectic to begin with. But now that she was picking up extra shifts, she never knew if she was coming or going. And, as if her job was not stressful enough, her new boss was a complete asshole, who seemed to delight in making everyone around him miserable. But, she couldn't afford to take a transfer and a probable pay cut until the house was bought. 

The result of all these crazy hours was that Becky and her husband were seeing less and less of each other. When one was coming, the other was going. She couldn't remember the last time they even slept in the same bed together. And when they do, they are usually both so tired they fall straight to sleep. And that was another problem. Their sex life had taken a major hit during all this mess, which up to this point had been extremely active. They had gone from making love 4 or 5 times a week, to almost nothing. She could count on her hand the number of times they had sex the past month. 

So tonight, Becky decided to force the issue and spend some quality time together. She had gotten off from the hospital at a semi reasonable hour. And although her husband was still working, she knew he would have a lunch break coming later in the evening. It was a beautiful summer evening, so she packed a beautiful picnic lunch, complete with table cloth to spread on the ground and a CD player for romantic music. Her plan was to have a nice, peaceful meal under the stars together, then fuck his brains out before he had to go back to work. 

Becky dressed for the occasion, wearing a very tight black leather mini skirt and cotton halter top. She glanced in the full length mirror in their bedroom. The outfit made her look slutty, the exact look she was going for. He flame red hair was tied up, with gentle swirls falling about her face. Her large, c-cup breasts, which looked even larger then they were on her small 5'4" frame, were barely held back by the cloth of her halter. The skirt hugged her hips perfectly. He turned and looked a killer ass that was tight and round. She blew herself a kiss. Her husband did not stand a chance. She then drove to their favorite park to a nice secluded area that they both knew well. Outdoor sex is a favorite of theirs. And this time of night, they could be certain of total privacy. She text messaged her husband and told him to get his ass up there on his lunch for some hot food and hotter pussy. He wrote back that he would be there as soon as he could, but they had been extremely busy all night and it might take a bit.

Becky laid everything out perfectly, including real plates, cups and silverware. She even had a candle for romantic effect. She had also brought wine coolers. She knew he couldn't drink and then go back to work, but that shouldn't stop her. besides, drinking always made her horny. Not that she needed the extra help tonight. It had been so long, a stiff breeze blowing up her skirt would probably set her off. 

A half hour passed. She texted him back and asked where he was. No answer. She realized he must be very busy. She of all people understood the demands of a hectic job. A few wine coolers and an hour later, she realized he was probably not coming. The food had long gone cold, and so had she. She packed everything up and climbed into her car. Extremely discouraged, she started to drive away, wondering how things could possibly get worse. And now she was being pulled over.

She eased her car to the side of the parking lot. With the bright lights, she could barely make out the silhouette of the officer walking towards her car. She suddenly realized that she had been drinking, and prayed that the officer could not smell it on her. When the officer reached her vehicle, he had his flashlight pointed at her face. She squinted up to see him, but all she saw was the light. Then she heard his rugged, deep voice.

"Ma'am, may I ask what you are doing up here this late at night. You do realize the park is closed?"

"Yes sir" she answered. "I was suppose to meet my husband up here for a romantic moonlight picnic, but the ass stood me up." 

"A man should be shot for leaving a beautiful woman up here all alone" he said. He honestly meant it. Even in this dim light, he could see the beauty of her slightly freckled face framed by gorgeous red hair. And a blind man could not have missed her ample breasts filling out her halter top. 

He leaned closer to the car and sniffed out loud. "Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?" 

Oh Shit. Here it comes, she thought. "I did have a couple of wine coolers earlier, but that's all, really" she said. She could feel a slight buzz, but did not think she was anywhere near intoxicated.   

"Step out of the car ma'am."

Becky shut the car off and stepped out. For the first time she got a good look at the officer. He was extremely handsome, young, and filled out his uniform very well, his muscles stretching the sleeves of his shirt to the point they looked as if they would split open. His dazzling blue eyes she could even see in this dim light. He also was getting an eye full. Her tight skirt hugged her in just the right places. Below the skirt her long, lean legs led down to a sexy pair of high heels. She looked more like a street walker then a frustrated housewife. The fact did not escape her that he was roaming his eyes over her young body. This started her juices flowing once again. 

The officer told her she would have to go through a field sobriety test before he could let her go. This frustrated Becky, because she knew she was not drunk. But the way this hot young cop was eyeing her body, she thought it might be fun. He had her do the finger-to-nose thing, where she spread her arms out wide and tried to touch her nose. As she moved each each arm, she could feel her braless tits moving inside her tight halter. She could see that he noticed this also. He had her do a couple of more boring tests, then one she had never heard of before. 

"Take your shoes off ma'am" he said. This puzzled her, but she did it anyway. She turned away from him and slowly bent at the waist, reaching down to take off each shoe, causing her long legs to stretch tight. His eyes roamed up her lean legs to the hem of her tight skirt that stopped just short of her ass. He knew she was putting on a show for him. He then told her to start hopping on one foot. She shot him a doubtful look, but he repeated his order. She started slowly hopping on her right foot. He told her to go faster. As she did so, her large breasts were bouncing up and down wildly. This is exactly why he had her do this test, which of course was not a real test. He just wanted to she her tits bouncing. Becky caught onto this pretty quickly, as she saw that he was not being shy at all about staring directly at her bouncing boobies. 

He had her stop after a couple of minutes. When she did, she could clearly see that he had apparently enjoyed the view. A very nice bulge was forming in the front of his uniform pants. The fact that she was turning him on caused her own arousal to grow. She absolutely loved teasing men, and women for that matter. Its all good. 

He next wanted her to walk a straight line placing one foot in front of another. Looking around, she saw that the area was still completely deserted except for them. Time to turn up the heat she thought to herself. She started the test, but faked the fact that she could not walk well. 

"This skirt is too tight for me to do this test in" she protested. "Can I make an adjustment and start again?" she asked. 

"Sure, whatever you have to do" he told her. 

Becky reached to her side, unsnapped the skirt and lowered the zipper on the side. She then let it fall to the ground and kicked it aside, leaving her standing in a barely-there black g-string. "There, that's better" she said. The skirt was not the only thing to hit the ground. The officers jaw fell wide open as he watched her start to walk away from him. His eyes were fixed on the glorious globes of her tight ass, with just a tiny piece of cloth between them. He quickly adjusted the front of his pants to accommodate his growing cock. When she turned to come back towards him, he saw that the front of the panties did little more then cover her pussy lips. She had to be shaved bare, there was no way for even a single hair to hide behind them. As Beck walked back towards him, she could clearly see that he was having trouble standing straight, the huge bulge in his pants obviously causing him great discomfort.

She stopped directly in front of him and put her hands on her hips. In the sexiest voice she could find she asked "What do you want me to do for you now?" 

It took him a moment to gather his thoughts, but then he walked to the car and brought back a small box. He told her it was a meter to see how much alcohol she had in her system. He placed a small hollow tube on top of it. "Now, I want you to place your lips on this tube and blow until I tell you to stop" he said.

She cocked an eyebrow up and said "So, I blow until you tell me to stop?" 

"Yes, and I'll tell you if you do it wrong."

"Oh, I don't think that will be a problem" she said.

She pushed back lightly against his chest with her hand, causing him to lean back against the hood of his car. She then sank to her knees in front of him and started tugging on his zipper.

"What are you doing?" he asked, but made attempt at all to stop her.

"I'm just doing what you told me to do."

Becky pulled down the zipper, having problems getting it over the very impressive bulge. She then reached in and found the prize she was looking for. Grabbing hold of the hot flesh of his cock, she was finally able to wrestle it out of his underwear. It sprang to life right in front of her face. She cooed lightly at the size of the beautiful cock she held in her hands. Thick, long and almost perfectly formed, it made her mouth water. 

Wasting no time, she sucked the head of his cock into her hot mouth as she held onto the shaft with both of her tiny hands. He threw his head back and moaned out loud when he felt the soft lips wrap themselves around his rock hard dick. She started bobbing her head up and down on his rigid shaft, each time taking more of his cock into her mouth. He was amazed at how much of him she was squeezing into that small, hot mouth. She pulled him from her mouth and started licking the massive head, swirling her tongue spreading the precum he was leaking out. At the same time she started stroking his shaft. Her other hand reached down cupped his balls, rolling them in her fingers. 

She knew she was driving him crazy from the moans he was giving out and the hardness of his cock. The head seemed as if it was about to burst. She increased the speed of her stroking as he started moving his hips forward, fucking her sweet hand.  Her hand was moving so fast now it seemed as if a blur. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he warned. 

She lowered her mouth and again swallowed the head of his cock just in time as the first huge spurt of his delicious hot cum splashed against the back of her throat. Two, then three more long streams followed. Swallowing as fast as she could she could barely keep up, but was able to handle all of his juice without spilling a drop. 

As he seemed to be coming down, she pulled the now semi hard cock from her mouth. She milked a few more drops from his cock with her fingers, which she lapped up with her tongue. She have the head a gentle kiss and then looked up.

"Well, I assume I did it right" she said. 

Her words seemed to snap him back into reality. He reached down and easily picked her up in his arms. He turned around and laid her on the hood of the car on her back. Spreading her legs wide, he reached and and pulled aside the small piece of fabric covering her pussy, exposing her beautifully bare lips. She was already soaking wet and the lips had parted, exposing her rock hard clit. The night air felt so good on her suddenly exposed pussy, but she only had a second to enjoy it before he dove forward and shoved his tongue deeply into her hot pussy. 

She screamed out loud and the sudden intrusion and reached down to grab his hair with both hands, pulling his face even deeper into her. She was pulling his face so hard against her aching pussy that he could hardly breath. The taste and smell of her beautiful pussy were intoxicating to him. No matter how deep he drove his tongue or how fast he sucked, he couldn't seem to get enough to satisfy his craving.

He pulled back and stood up. Reaching down, he grabbed the elastic bands of her tiny panties and yanked them off her ass, then over her long legs, finally throwing them aside. This time, she spread her legs wide open for him, reaching down and using her fingers spread her pussy lips wide open. Sinking down to his knees before her, he again drove his tongue deep into her, causing her to moan out loud. He drove his tongue in and out of her hot pussy at a blazing speed. Then, pulling his tongue out of her hot pussy, he lifted her legs high, causing her ass to come off the hood of the car. He then lowered his face and ran his tongue over and around her tight asshole. Then placing his tongue against the tight opening, he shoved forward, sinking into her.  She reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling them high and wide, giving him unrestricted access. 

As he darted his talented tongue in and out of her tight ass, her breathing became very labored and she was grinding her ass into his face hard. He could tell she was getting close. He withdrew from her ass and moving up, he used his fingers to pull her pussy lips wide open. He could see her rock hard clit poking out from its folds. In one swift movement, he bent forward and sucked the hard digit between his lips.  

"Oh yeah. FUCK YEAH!" she screamed. 

He sucked in hard, drawing her clit deeply between his lips. At the same time he flicked the end of his tongue across it rapidly. Again she reached down and pulled his head to her as tight as she could. Reaching up he shoved first one finger, then two into her steaming hot pussy. He marveled at the heat and wetness of her tight pussy. he shoved the fingers into her hard, again and again, fucking her pussy as fast as he could. That's all it took.

"Yes, yes, yes....FUCK YES!"

Her orgasm crashed down on her hard. She bucked her ass off the hood shoving her pussy as hard as she could against his face. As wave after wave crashed over her, her juices flowed fast and hard, coating his fingers and chin. She was cumming so hard she got dizzy, it had been too long. Each time his tongue hit her now super sensitive clit she jumped as if she had been shocked. 

He stood up quickly and took hold of his cock, which was still sticking out of his pants. Again rock hard, he guided it to the opening of her still pulsating pussy. She was still dizzy and feeling the effects of the strong orgasm and did not even realize what he was doing, until she suddenly realized he had the head of his dick touching her pussy lips.

"Oh God, give me a second, let me recov........"

Too late. In one smooth motion, he sank his huge cock the entire length into her soaking wet and well lubed pussy. The sensation of being totally filled by his beautiful cock and the waves of orgasmic pleasure that were still washing over her were almost too much to bear. She felt like she was going to pass out.

He slowly backed his cock out of her pussy, until just the tip was still inside. He then slammed it back all the way in, causing her to jump and scream. He continued this action for several more strokes. Looking down he marvels at the his juice coated cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. 

She reached down and pulled the halter top up, exposing her bare breast to his view. He marveled at the size of her almost perfect globes as she cupped and kneaded them. As his strokes increased in speed, she started to tweak her nipples hard. He also reached up to her mouth, offering the pussy coated fingers he had been fucking her with. She eagerly sucked them into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her own juices. After she licked them clean, he reached down with both hands. Taking her legs behind each knee, he pushed them backwards and apart. Planting his feet squarely on the ground, he know started fucking her tight pussy in earnest. 

"God yes. Fuck me, fuck me HARD!!!!"

Using long, hard strokes, he rammed into her tight pussy at an ever increasing speed. She thrashed her head back and forth, in total ecstasy. She released her tits and threw her arms above her head. He marveled at the huge breasts and they bounced almost violently with each hard stroke of his steel hard cock into her. He nipples were so full and hard he thought they might explode.

She was quickly becoming dizzy again. The feel of his long, hard cock completely filling her on each stroke, the feel of his huge balls slapping against her ass, the rising sensations of another huge orgasm starting to build, was almost more then she could stand. It had been so long since she had been fucked this hard, this well.

He could tell she was getting close and his own orgasm was not far behind. He was slamming his cock into her so hard his cock was almost a blur. He could feel the cum starting to boil in his balls and knew that he could not hold back the eruption much longer.

She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her hard clit with a furious motion. The other hand again cupped a huge breast. As she rubbed her clit as hard a s she could, she could feel the top of his cock with her fingertips as it pistoned in and out of her well fucked pussy. She could feel the tingling start in her toes and rapidly make its way down her long legs.

"Oh fuck...here...we...go...again!!!!!!!!!"

She suddenly saw white lights behind her tightly shut eyes as her orgasm washed over her body. She tried to scream, but found she couldn't. Incredibly this orgasm was just as powerful, if not stronger, then the first. She tried to scream, but couldn't. She was completely lost to everything but the intense jolts of pleasure that were shooting through her. 

As she came, and came, and came her incredible pussy was clenching hard against his still hard pumping cock. That's all it took. He could feel the eruption starting. He pulled his huge cock out of her soaking wet pussy with a loud slurp. He rapidly stroked his cock. The first, huge stream of hot cum shot out and landed across her huge breasts and neck. He continued to stroke himself as he threw his head back. Two, then three more incredible gushes of cum sprayed out across her stomach and pussy. 

When his own orgasm subsided, he looked down at her. Spread eagle on his hood, naked except for the halter top munched up over her magnificent breasts. Totally covered from neck to pussy with his cum. Her fingers absent mindedly playing with her soaking wet and gaping pussy. Yes sir. She had the look of a well fucked, and highly satisfied, woman. She looked up at him and smiled.     




Bad Day



After they both recovered, she cleaned them both up with towels she had brought with her, and then she dressed. He walked her back to her car.

"Well" she said. "Did I pass my sobriety test?"

He laughed out loud. "Yes ma'am. I would say you passed the test with flying colors."

She reached up and gave him a long, passionate kiss. She could still taste her own pussy on his breath. She then climbed into her car.

"Drive safely ma'am" he said. 

"And you be very careful out there" she returned.

She winked and started to pull away. After a few yards she stopped the car and yelled back at him.

"Hey."

"Yes ma'am?"

"Do me a favor. On the way home in the morning, pick up some bread and milk and I'll make us breakfast before I go to work." 

She honked and waved. He smiled as he watched his beautiful wife drive away. 



Bad Day at the Office



She could tell he'd had a bad day the second he walked in the door. He hadn't reached for her as he normally did; he'd stalked past her. He looked so tense, pacing the room, his eyes darting around, his jaw clenched. She had never seen him like this, he was usually so calm, so aware of himself and of others around him. That was part of his appeal to her, she was the one that got upset and he was the one who settled her down. 

Now it was her turn and she could feel the panic starting to rise. How was she to cope? She told herself to relax. The first thing to do was make a cup of tea, she knew how to do that. So, boil the kettle, put the bag in the cup, the ritual calmed her and let her think what to do next. 

He was sat in the chair by the window so once his tea was ready she took it over to him. Taking a pillow from the bed she put it on the floor by his feet and sat down. She didn't touch him, just sat close to his knee and waited for him to calm himself down. She felt him put his hand on the back of her neck, stroking down her shoulder, curling his fingers round. It always tickled slightly but she knew it calmed him so she sat still. His fingers were stiff as the tension in his body travelled down them. He sat there staring out of the window, not looking at anything in particular, just lost in his thoughts. They sat like that for half an hour, him stroking away the tension and her just sitting quietly letting him have time for himself. He hadn't spoken to her except to say 'Hi'; now he sighed and settled himself down deeper into the chair. He moved his hand up to her hair and twisted her head so her eyes would meet his. 

'I'm sorry about that,' he said. 'Had a bad day today.' 

'It's ok,' she replied, 'Can I help with anything? Take your mind off it?'

His look told her the answer and she moved to kneel between his legs. 

'Are you sure pet? You're not hungry?'

She slid her hands up his thighs and unzipped his fly in an unspoken assurance that all she wanted was to make him feel good, dinner could wait. Taking out his cock she ran her nails gently along the length of him, feeling him stiffen as she did so. His hands were soothing on her hair, stroking down the side of her head. As the blood rushed to his cock, swelling it up, she ran the tip of her tongue over the end of it, pushing gently into the tiny slit she found there. His hands guided her head down and she opened her mouth with pleasure to take him deep inside. She loved this feeling, serving him like this, his pleasure all important, hers gathered from his reaction to her service. The time seemed to stop when she was like this, so focused on him and his cock that nothing else mattered, it was the only time she didn't feel any pain. She knew it would come later, her body protesting at the positions she put it in, but for now there was peace throughout her whole being. 

She twirled her tongue round her mouth, covering every part of his cock with it, sucking him in deeper and deeper. When he was still slightly soft she could take all of him in her mouth but as he grew stiffer and stiffer she could feel him being pushed out by her closing throat. Moving her hands from his thighs she took hold of his cock with one and rested the other on his hip, gently pressing her thumb into his groin. 

His hands were constantly moving on her head, guiding, stroking, caressing her hair. She glanced up at him over her glasses, seeing his face blurred but the warmth of his eyes shining down on her, the smile on his face and the pleasure he showed so openly made her groan with excitement deep in her throat, her tongue picking up the vibrations and transferring them to his cock. His pussy, as she now always though of it, was beginning to tighten and swell in response to him, the juices flooding out and tickling pussy's clit making her hips squirm. 

Her body began to move in tiny circles, unable to resist the building waves of her first orgasm. She pressed her thighs together, rubbing them up and down against his pussy, knowing it wouldn't be enough to push her over the edge but loving the sensations none the less. 

These days she didn't mind if she didn't come, as long as he had that was the main thing. Of course usually the things they did made her come, she couldn't help it, he drove her so wild and it just got better and better every time they were finally together. She started to whimper with her need, sucking him harder into her mouth, her hand moving up and down in time with her mouth. The hands on her head stopped moving and pushed her down on his cock, holding her there as his thighs trembled on either side of her, crushing her body between them. His body thrust up into her mouth, trying to get deeper inside her and she heard him groan and cry out 

'Oh baby!' 

She was sucking wildly now, pulling him in as deep as he would go, her body jerking as she so nearly came, and as he came, his cock twitching in her mouth, pumping its load deep into her throat, she swallowed convulsively, pulling every last drop from him. 

She was so far gone, so deeply focused, that she didn't stop until he hit her head, pushing her away. Her hands automatically went to his pussy, not waiting for his permission to play, needing the release so badly. He didn't stop her, he watched as she thrust two fingers deep inside her and ground her palm into her clit, just as he had taught her to do all those months ago. 

Her eyes was blank as she rode her fingers, writhing on the floor at his feet, feeling nothing but the over powering orgasm that shook her body so completely. As she shuddered on the floor and came she cried out her incoherent words of pleasure. The shock of how he made her feel always took her breath away, he could be 300 miles away and still his touch could jolt her mind. 

Slowly she came back down and her shame of pleasing herself without his permission hit her hard. She crawled onto her knees at his feet and begged his forgiveness. He raised her head and looked into her eyes.

'Pet, there is nothing to forgive. Now get dressed and we'll go get some dinner.'