0 comments/ 37935 views/ 5 favorites Can I Get a Witness By: DarkAngelRider I've always hated being left alone at home with no way to get out. But having only one car meant I got stuck every week at least once home alone. My wife had to go to work and I was again home alone again, left to do whatever. I sat at the computer surfed some porn for a while, really getting myself all worked up for no good reason, and even that gets boring after a while so I turned it off and went into the living room to watch TV. I turned on the set, nothing much was on, it was Tuesday morning, my usual day off, and I was bored out of my mind. The TV was low, which was good, or I don't think I would have heard the soft knock at the door, it kind of took me by surprise, a visitor? Well, I got up, my cock was still semi-hard from the porn, and showed really well in my jeans but I didn't care, I opened the door and to my surprise was a young dark haired lady in her twenties stood before me, which sent a new surge to my cock. She was dressed in a long flowery dress and curled up in her arms was a Bible. I really didn't feel like a visit from the local church, but she was very pretty and seemed really meek, and all alone which was surprising to me, I always expected church goers to come in pairs. "Hi." I said to her as I looked her over, I think she knew I was looking her over and she seemed very shy. "Hi. I'm Shelly." She responded quietly and then in a small voice, "I just dropped by to invite you to our church right down the street." "Your church?" I questioned back, "You mean that community church at the corner?" "Yes." She smiled. "Beaumont Community. We have services every Sunday morning and night, and on Wednesday at seven. We really love visitors." She blurted out as she reached for a flyer she had tucked in her Bible. "Come on in." I said as I moved away from the door to let her in without taking the flyer from her hand. She hesitated a second and then stepped into the house. "Sit down." I said and she sat on the couch and glanced at the TV which was playing some stupid show. "You want some coffee?" I offered. "Yes." She smiled, "Sugar and no cream." And I headed into the kitchen to pour her cup. The rooms were attached and she watched as I got her coffee and me another cup and came back to sit down beside her. "I thought you guys always came in pairs." I said to her wondering where her partner was. "Oh," she paused, "we are suppose to, but my husband is out of town and he is my partner when we go out, I couldn't find anyone else to come with me, so here I am." She explained. "Ahhhhh... " I smiled at her, I breathed in her perfume as she began to sip her coffee. "Do you usually go out alone when he is gone?" I asked her. "Well, no." she answered, I could see she was getting a little nervous. "This is the first time I've ever done this by myself." She smiled, "I hope you don't mind." "Really." I smiled back at her. "I don't mind at all, how is it going so far." "Good I guess," she said, "this is my first stop, I'm going to go to all the houses on this street and then maybe tomorrow I'll get to the next street." "Now that is dedication," I said. "I glad I'm your first stop." I noticed her looking down at my pants when I was looking away which made my cock twitch all the more. "Does your husband know you are doing this alone?" I asked her, prying a bit I knew, but she seemed an open book and I really was concerned. It seemed unsafe to be going door to door looking like this little beauty did. "No," she got quiet again, and her hands were shaking a little. "He'd get upset if he thought I was." Her voice took on that very meek sound again. "Really?" I said. "How long have you been married?" "Huh?" she looked shocked at me and her eyes darted away from mine. "Uhmm. Well, about 9 years." "Wow," I exclaimed. "I took you for being around 24, or even younger." I looked into her eyes which darted down again at my crotch where my cock was throbbing hard now, she had to know what was on my mind I thought to myself. She smiled and blushed again. "Actually 28." She softly said her eyes returning to my for just a second, and darting away again. I took the flyer from her hand and began to look it over without saying anything for a minute. "So who watches the kids while your out going door to door?" I suddenly asked her. "Oh," she smiled a sad smile, "we don't have any kids." "Really." I raised my eyes from the leaflet and looked into her eyes, there was a sadness there, I could see. "Nine years married and you don't have kids?" "Yeah," she said and I saw the sadness deepen a little, "I can't have kids." She said in a real meek voice and her neck began to blotch red. "We might adopt she spoke up." And her face brightened a little. "Sorry to hear you can't have kids." I said as I surveyed her dress that buttoned down the front thinking how I'd like to undo those buttons. "I guess there is a bright side though." "A bright side?" she repeated back to me and looked bewildered as if this was something new to her. "Yeah," I said slowly watching her face. "I mean, you don't have to worry about protection or anything." She was turning really red and very nervous as I said this. "Well, I think I should go." She said as she sat down the coffee cup, her hands visibly shaking now. "Wait, you haven't finished your coffee." I objected and she just looked at me for a second as if weighing what to do. "Stay and finish your coffee and we can talk about your church." I offered to change the subject. "Okay," she smiled and picked up the cup back up still shaking and sipped at it slowly. "Sorry if I seemed to forward." I apologized to her. "But a subject that most churches ignore has always been intimate relationships and I never go to a church that is so uptight they can't talk about what they are all doing anyways." I could see a change in her eyes, my last statement was a challenge to her, even though she still seemed nervous, now she seemed determined as well to prove to me that her church was not one of those uptight places. "That's okay," she said. "I just have a lot of visiting to do and I really should get going, but we can talk a while." I starting wandering how far I could take this before she got up and left, noticing how she seemed to try and dodge the subject. "Well," I began to reopen the subject. "I only suggested that you and your husband could have a better sex life because you didn't have to worry about condoms or anything." I smiled intentionally using language I thought she would react to. She was blushing a lot and looked confused as to what to do. "I wasn't meaning to imply any immoral behavior, although we both know that goes on as much in the church as on the streets these days." "You think so?" she asked looking at me still blushing. I could tell I hit on something, even though she was shaking more, she did not try and leave or change the subject. "Oh, I know so." I responded strongly watching some sort of agreement in her eyes. "You can't tell me a good looking women like you hasn't had some incidents in church with these church guys, they are just like any other guys you know. They want the same things and have the same problems as everyone else." "Well," she said slowly as if she didn't really want to tell me. "There has been some things that have happened, I think mostly my fault, and with my husband gone, a lot of guys think I'm single. There is one guy that really hits on me a lot lately. But I think he knows my husband and when he is out of town, because every time my husband is gone, he flirts way too much." "Really?" I answered her. I was right, I wondered how far this had gone with her, and my cock twitched as I imagined the situations she could have been in. She was good looking, I can imagine someone wanting to nail her while the husband is away. "This guy married?" "Yeah," she said a little stronger. "I've talked to his wife, she's about my age, she acts like she knows he flirts with me, but he still comes on to me every time he gets near me." "Wow." I responded. "Does anyone else notice." "I think so." She said. "I don't see how anyone could miss it." She was talking now and was getting this off her chest. "This last Sunday was really bad." She blushed again at bringing that up, I could see her almost mentally bite her tongue. "What happened?" I asked in the most consoling tone I could summon up as I moved a bit closer to her, her eyes were no longer focused, she was seeing the events in her mind. After a second she looked back to me and blushed embarrassed and afraid to talk. "It's okay, you can talk to me." I smiled and took her hand giving it a little squeeze. That seemed all she needed to encourage her, she didn't pull away and I was holding her hand in my lap now, not far from my throbbing cock. "Oh," she said quietly. "he caught me in a Sunday School room alone and was talking to me. Sunday school was over and everyone was going to the Sanctuary, I was trying to be polite, but he just keep talking and keeping me there until we could hear the music starting a the beginning of services." "And of course your husband is away?" I asked her. "Yeah," she responded. "He has been out of town for a few weeks." "So what happened?" I asked giving her hand another little squeeze, I could see she regretted telling me anything and wanted to close the subject. I wasn't going to let that happen. She still left her hand in mine and had a far away look in her eyes. "Well, after talking a while, he tried to kiss me." She said quickly. "So I got out of there before anything else could happen." I could almost see she was lying, she was shaking and gave a little tug on her hand, but I didn't let go of it. "That's all?" I knew there was more. "Yeah." She said quickly and looked down at our hands. "I don't believe you." I laughed out loud rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb. She smiled and looked the other way. "Sooner or later you're going to have to tell someone what really happened? It might as well be me." I probed hoping there was more. "No." she said in almost a whisper and kept looking away from me. I laid her hand down on my leg, her hot hand made my cock jump, and I began to rub her arm back and forth which had the effect of moving her hand on my leg slightly. Her hand couldn't have been an inch from the end of my cock and I think she knew it. "Don't they teach in church that you are suppose to confess everything." My cock was hard as I glanced at her hand and back to her face. "You can confess to me and you don't have to tell anyone at church. You shouldn't tell anyone there anything personal, you know how people talk." I watched as her faced worked on the problem, it was obvious she wanted to tell someone, but a perfect stranger? "Look," I continued, "You and I don't know each other, you might not even see me again, so it would be easy for you to tell me." My hand was on her upper arm, her hand slid up a little and was barely touching the end of my cock, but she left it there and I saw her eyes travel to it and stare as if wondering what it looked like. She looked into my eyes as if thinking about it, then she lowered her eyes as if in shame. My cock was throbbing now, I couldn't wait to hear the juicy details, she had to be able to feel my cock throbbing now, her hand was pressing right against the head of it. "You going to tell me." I said quietly to her and she didn't move her head at all, she just continued to stare at my crotch. "We were talking, just small stuff and he was really standing close to me." She began in almost a whisper. "The door to the room was closed and we were alone. He touched my arm several times, like you are doing now, as we talked and then the music started in the Sanctuary and we both knew where everyone was." I move closer to her, my leg touching hers, my hand on her shoulder, and her hand was now on top of my cock. "I can't do this" she suddenly said. "Sure you can." I reassured her thinking I blew it by moving closer, but she hadn't moved away either and her hand was still on top of my cock. "Here, lay your head back and relax." I took her head in my hands and gently pushed it back on the couch and she stretched her legs out in front of the couch. She scooted down but kept her hand right where it was. "Close your eyes and forget who is listening, and just tell it as it happened, knowing that nothing you say here is going to be repeated to anyone." "Okay." She said and closed her eyes. "Well, as soon as the music began and we knew where most everyone was." She spoke in a soft husky voice with her eyes closed and I really wanted to touch her, but I didn't want to scare her. "He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him, and I put my hands between us and tried to push away. He just kissed me right there and pushed his tongue in my mouth. At first I didn't respond. I was scared to death that someone was going to catch us, but then I did, and I don't know why, but I began to kiss him back. His hands were all over me, he put a hand on my behind and pulled me into him hard, I couldn't push him away." She paused for a second. I could see her breathing getting heavier. "Go on." I said quietly and moving my hand from her arm to around her waist. She didn't flinch or pull away as I rubbed up and down her side. Her hot hand remained on my cock and it was pulsing, there is no way she didn't know what she was feeling. "He was kissing me hard, like my husband use to, and I guess I was liking it, cause I was kissing him back. I didn't realized he had raised up my skirt until I felt his hand on the skin of my back above my panties. He slid his hand into my panties and was feeling my naked behind. I really was mortified, and sort of froze as his hand made it's way around my hip and in front to touch my privates." "You mean to your pussy?" I said to her. She paused for a second unsure what to say. "Yeah," she confirmed. "that." "We're adults." I said, "we can say pussy if that is what we mean." "Okay, He moved his hand in front," she continued. "and began to feel of my p- pus-sy. I wanted to stop him, but I just froze. He was rubbing and kissing me, I just stood there and let him. Suddenly he moved my hand off his chest down to his pants. He wanted me to feel him," she paused, "his penis. I could feel it and it was smaller than my husbands, but very hard. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, I was scared, I wanted him to stop, but I didn't want him to stop either. I actually heard myself moan. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out and put it in my hand, so I began to stroke it. Then he pushed my panties down off me and when they hit the floor I just stepped out of them. I knew what he wanted to do and I wanted to do it too." I decided to get really bold then hearing her talk, I moved my hand off her waist and unzipped my pants, she didn't move a muscle. A zipper never sounded so loud. Then I reached in a pulled my cock out of my pants. It was hard and standing up wanting attention. I took her hand and placed it on my now exposed cock. At first she just touched it, and I watched as her face contorted trying to decide what to do, then her hand wrapped around my cock and began to move up and down slowly, and timidly. "You mean he wanted to fuck you?" I said in a very husky voice that almost had a tremor in it. "Yes." She said. "Don't be afraid," I coaxed her. "just say it." "He was going to fuck me right there is what I thought," she said quietly with her eyes still closed. "And I was going to let him." I move my hand back on top of her pelvis, laying it flat just inches above this pussy, I could feel the heavy breathing as she talked. "I spread my legs and let him put his fingers inside me." She was pausing a lot and breathing really heavy. So I moved my had down toward her leg right next to her crotch, she just laid there, her hand continued to stroke my cock. "He lowered me down to the floor with one arm around me and his fingers inside me." "I couldn't believe it," she said, "I was laying there in the floor with my long skirt up and my legs spread, anyone could have walked in and seen us." As she was saying this, I began to pull up her dress slowly by bunching it up in my hand and dragging it up over her legs, I was sure she knew what I was doing, but I looked at her leaning back with her eyes closed, her mouth half open, her face flush and she was breathing heavy. I could tell she was really turned on. "What happened then?" I asked softly as I pulled her skirt over her knees and put my hand on her bare thigh, my cock was throbbing as she stroked it. "I laid there with his cock in my hand and he played with my," she paused for a second, "my pussy until I began to have an orgasm." I pushed her dress up above her panties, they were pretty white panties with lace so that I could nearly see through them. She had a dark bush very well trimmed hair, her panties were wet and her skin was hot to my light touch. My heart raced as I traced the line of the panties on her bare leg just beside her white panties, I heard her take a quick breath at the contact, then I moved my hand onto her panties and her legs parted naturally. I began to rub her pussy through her panties and listen to her small moans. "Did he fuck you?" I asked her, my voice heavy with lust now. "No," she whispered. "he unbuttoned my dress and pushed up my bra to play with my tits. He licked my tits and then later he licked my," she paused again, "my pussy. But he didn't fuck me." I moved my hand up and began to pull her panties down, she lifted her hips to help. She was mine and I knew it, I had no reason to wait. I got up, she just laid there silently as I pulled her panties completely off over her shoes. Then I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants. My cock standing straight out in front of me, hard and ready to go. I gently lowered her to lay down on her back on the couch and I climbed on top of her without saying a word. She kept her eyes closed as I positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy and began to slide it into her. I sank into her slowly, her pussy was tight, but dripping wet. She began to moan as I set a slow pace of pulling out and then completely back in again. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her pussy at each thrust. "What else did he do?" I asked her as I slowly fucked her tight pussy. I couldn't believe just minutes ago this pretty thing came in here, and here I was on the couch nailing her. She had her legs open and was rocking her hips with my pace, I could feel her pussy walls spasm around my cock. "He licked my pussy, and he fingered me at the same time till I came." She said between moans and grunts. "I came right there on that floor, I was pretty loud I thought and knew we'd be caught, but I didn't care right then." She got quiet again as I fucked her, picking up the pace a little and feeling my cock ram hard against the back of her pussy. "And?" I asked her as she made little squeaky sounds, I knew she was going to cum any minute. "After I came, he got up and put his cock in my mouth." She explained. "I don't do that sort of thing, but I didn't know how to stop him. He just grabbed my head and starting shoving it in my mouth. I sucked it the best I could, but he was shoving it right into my throat, I thought I would gag, and felt like I couldn't breath as he did it." "As he did what?" I wanted to hear her say it. "As he, umm, fucked, my mouth." She said, I think she knew I wanted her to talk dirty and I think she wanted to talk dirty. "So he held your head and fucked your mouth, and you like it, didn't you?" I asked her as she moaned, her eyes still closed. "Yeeesss." She said slowly. "He fucked my mouth." She paused to moan. "I was touching myself as he did it, I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, I thought it was disgusting, but now I was trying to swallow the whole thing. I felt his hairs hitting my nose and his balls were hitting my chin." Can I Get a Witness Ch. 02 I consoled Shelly the best I could, but she still thought of herself as being bad, even though I felt I was the one who took advantage of her. She gathered her things and smoothed out her dress and left. After she had gone I realized she had left her panties behind. I sat and thought of all the things I should have done to her before she left, but I didn't. I figured she wouldn't be around again, she didn't tell me where she lived or her phone number so I had no way of finding her, except her church perhaps. On Sunday morning I walked down to the church, my wife had the car again, and I figured that it would perhaps be a chance to find Shelly. I dressed casual and got there early, I looked around for her, but didn't see her till just before Sunday School started. I walked up to her, she was wearing another long flowery dress, this one zipped in the back and hung on her body shaping itself to her figure. As I walked up, I could see her panty line through her dress and figured that in the sunlight I could probably see right through that dress. "Hi Shelly." I said as I approached her from the behind, I wanted so bad to touch her right there. She whirled around and her eyes got really big at seeing me. "Hi." She responded weakly, "You came, I didn't expect you would after last week." She lowered her eyes and glanced around blushing. "How did the witnessing go last week?" I asked her looking in her eyes seeing the warning there not to say too much. "I went home after I talked to you," she explained and glanced around, "I never went to see anyone else. I think it was a bad idea going alone." "Sunday school is starting," I smiled at her, "can I sit with you?" She gave me a hard look of warning then her eyes softened and she smiled slightly at me. "That's him." She whispered as a tall guy with black hair approached us, his eyes were devouring Shelly as he came. "Hi Dan." She said in a bland way. "You brought a visitor?" Dan said glancing at me as he put his hand on her arm and squeezed lightly which seemed out of place for where we were. "Yeah, this is . . " she started to say, then realized she didn't even know my name. "I'm Mark" I interrupted holding out my hand to shake his. He moved his hand off her waist and shook my hand tightly. "Shelly invited me last week to come and visit your church." "I hope you enjoy the services," Dan smiled at me like he knew something I didn't. "I got to get in there, talk to you guys later." He smiled at Shelly while rubbing her arm again and then turned and went in to the Sunday school room. "Glad you're here." Shelly smiled a knowing smile at me. We walked into the classroom after Dan and found a couple of chairs in the back. I saw Dan sitting in the front row, beside him sat this beautiful blonde lady who was wearing a short skirt and sleeveless blouse, my cock began to grow as I looked at her. "Is that his wife?" I whispered to Shelly as quietly as I could. She just nodded her yes to me and stayed quiet. The Sunday school class and Church service seemed longer than I remember and the hours slowly drifted by. I kept looking Shelly over, she couldn't sit still it seemed. I got a little bold in the pew during the services and at one point put my hand on Shelly's leg, she let me rub her leg through her dress for a second two and then casually removed my hand with a very disapproving look. I smiled back at her thinking that once services were over I was going to really pound this lady, I remembered how sweet her pussy felt last week, and my cock was getting really hard just thinking about it. I noticed she looked down at my lap and then back to my eyes, she could see my hard on and the lust in my eyes and she looked really upset with me. I tried to concentrate on the service, but it wasn't easy. Finally it was over and we were all leaving, once out in the parking lot I began to feel a lot easier and was trying to think of how I could invite Shelly over to my house, or get her to invite me home. "Hey guys." Dan walked up behind us smiling. "Cheryl says you guys ought to come over for lunch." "Lunch?" Shelly answered, I could see her visibly shaking at the thought. I wasn't sure if she was afraid or turned on, or both. "Yeah," Dan continued, "It'll be a great time for us to get to know each other, and it'll be an encouragement to our first time visitor here to come back again." "I don't know?" Shelly started slowly looking to me, almost like she wanted me to come up with a reason not to go. I actually couldn't think of a good reason not to go, the thought of seeing more of Cheryl was enticing, but I also wanted to get Shelly alone so I could fuck her in the many ways I had imagined since last Tuesday. "Cheryl won't take no for an answer." Dan laughed as he put his hand on Shelly's back, and began to guide her back toward the church. "Come on Mark." He said to me as they began to walk away. I quickly caught up to them and got on Shelly's other side, he was guiding her and she looked scared. We walked around a SUV and there stood Cheryl, as beautiful as I had seen in the Sunday school, just looking at her made me rock hard, and that smile only made me think that she could suck cock like a pro. I mentally tried to kill my sexual thoughts as the introductions were made, but when Dan told her I was Mark, instead of shaking my hand, she gave me a quick friendly hug and my heart began to pound in my chest. Her perfume went straight to my head, her smile was intoxicating, and I mentally argued with myself to stop thinking sexually thoughts about her as my eyes traveled up her legs to her short skirt, then over that blouse, imagining taking it all off over her. When I looked back into her eyes she was blushing at my obvious forward behavior. "The kids went to some youth thing and won't be home this afternoon, we'll pick them up tonight." Cheryl explained smiling at me, my mind turned that friendly smile into a lustful one. I felt flush and my cock was hard in my pants. I know Shelly had looked at it several times, now I thought Cheryl did too, put I wasn't sure. Shelly and I climbed into the backseat and we left the church, Cheryl turned around to talk to us as we drove, Shelly had chosen to sit close to me, to feel safe I suppose and Cheryl took notice. Cheryl asked the usual questions about work, where I live, and so on, Shelly's leg pressed against mine as we drove, and Cheryl seemed to take it all in. As we drove up to the house Cheryl looked overjoyed to be home, and reached back patted my leg and said, "Come on, I'll show you guys the house." We took the tour of their house and settled in the kitchen around the table, I sat with my back to the window that opened on their garden, Shelly sat next to me, Dan and Cheryl sat across from us. At first the conversation sort of dragged, Shelly didn't say much at all, Dan kept leering at her, and Cheryl was noticing and seemed to be getting upset. She got up and got some chips in a bowl, and came back. After digging in her purse for a few seconds she produced a small pipe and a bag, I was shocked at seeing the dope, it was the last thing I expected. "I hope you guys don't mind." She said as she packed the pipe full of dope. "You smoke?" she asked me as she handed the pipe to me. " Yeah." I took the pipe from her and the pulled out my own lighter and began to fire it up. Everyone was quiet as I took a good long hit, and then I passed it over to Shelly. "I don't know?" she said as I handed it to her. Her eyes were pleading with me not to do this. "Come on Shelly," Cheryl spoke up, "Loosen up." "Isn't this wrong?" She said slowly as she took the pipe from me and looking at Cheryl and Dan for some sort of answer. "Wrong?" Cheryl looked concerned at Shelly. "I don't think so sweetie, it'll help you relax, haven't you smoked before?" "Not much." Shelly answered as she lit the bow and lightly drew in a little smoke trying not to cough. By the time we passed the pipe around a few times Shelly was smiling, filling her lungs as her mind baked, and then Cheryl packed it again and we repeated the performance. We were all getting pretty gone and Cheryl looked a lot more relaxed. Dan was still leering at Shelly, but Shelly didn't seem to care anymore. "Shelly?" Cheryl suddenly spoke up breaking the fog that seemed to settle on our minds. "What's wrong with you, you've seemed down for the last week or so." "I don't know." Shelly answered and glanced up at Dan who seemed oblivious to the whole conversation. Cheryl got the look and was quickly adding things up. "I'll bet Dan knows." She suddenly said staring at him, her cheeks turning fire red and her forehead wrinkled as the anger rose in her. She knew something was up. "What?" Dan responded, suddenly taking his eyes off Shelly and looking at his wife. "Knows what? Don't go off on one of your tirades." He tried to mollify her. Cheryl looked back at Shelly who was blushing and kept looking at Dan, then in the fog of her mind she reasoned what had occurred. "Did you fuck her Dan?" Cheryl suddenly blurted out glaring at him. Dan's face took on a shocked look, his eyes darted away from hers. Shelly suddenly looked down and I could see tears forming in her eyes as the accusation was made. "You fucked her, didn't you, you bastard!" she screamed at him now. Shelly and I looked at one another, both of us wanted to escape this somehow. "I did not." He managed to show some strength back at her. Shelly had tears dropping from her face, I felt really uneasy at the whole situation, and Dan was squirming in his chair as Cheryl glared at him. "If you didn't fuck her, then why is she crying?" Cheryl asked in a demanding voice. Dan glanced back to her and then to me as if I could give some support or out of embarrassment. "Tell me the truth. What did you do to her." Cheryl voice was cold and demanding. "I didn't fuck her." He stated as if in a court room. "Shelly!" Cheryl almost yelled. "Tell me what this lying son of a bitch did." She glared at Shelly with the same anger on her face. Shelly looked up at her, then to Dan, then to me. I could tell she didn't know what to do. Then finally she spoke up. "He didn't fuck me." She said in a weak plain voice that Cheryl would never believe. "Bullshit." Cheryl got up and came around the table to Shelly. She took Shelly's chin in her hand and looked into her eyes. Cheryl bent over to inches from Shelly's face and I was staring down the top of her blouse, I was stoned and horny, and the rest of it didn't matter to me. "Tell me what he did." Cheryl demanded. "Cheryl." Dan spoke up. "Leave her alone." He locked eyes with Cheryl for a second trying to look authoritative. "I know you did something to her, asshole." She stood up beside Shelly and stared at him for a second. "Is that why you wanted to invite them over? You wanted to fuck little Shelly again? Are you crazy?" She was blurting out the questions rapid fire without giving him a chance to answer. "What do you think this is? You think you can just stick you stupid cock in anyone you like? What would you do if I fucked around on you? What is your problem?" "Honey," Dan began to answer her. "Shut the fuck up!" she screamed at him, I could see tears forming in her eyes. She put her had on Shelly's shoulder to steady herself. "Hell, you asshole, what would you do if I fucked Mark right her in front of you jerk!" "You do what you want." He challenged her. She didn't know what to do, she looked at Shelly again, who had quit crying and was just sitting there watching now. "Is that what you want asshole?" her voice cold and demeaning. "You want to watch me get fucked, or you just want a reason to fuck this slut." She grabbed Shelly's hair and pulled her head up against her hip. Shelly's face was crimson red as Cheryl wrapped her hand around Shelly's head hugging it to her side. "You do whatever you think you need to." Dan challenged her again. She looked back furious at him. She wanted him to back down. She had no intention of fucking anyone. She was looking for a way out, but she couldn't think of one with the buzz she had going on in her head. They had been married for 12 years and she had never fucked around on him, although there were several times she thought he might have. "Fine! Is that what you want!' She retorted letting go of Shelly and turning to face me. She moved behind Shelly and I and put one hand behind my head, bent over and kissed me on the lips, her tongue pushing it's way into my mouth as her other hand began to travel up my leg toward my crotch. I was nervous, I wasn't sure what this guy was going to do, but I couldn't imagine him standing by while his wife fucks someone else right there in front of him. My tongue played with hers as her hand reached my cock and squeezed it. Then she stood up, "How does that make you feel?" she demanded of him. "What?" He smiled. "You kissed a guy? So what." He looked bored with her. She glared back at him for a second as if caught in a trap that she didn't know how to get out of. Asshole, she thought to herself. She move around to the head of the table. "Fine." She said as she grabbed her blouse and pulled it off over her head, my cock was throbbing as she undid the white bra and dropped if off. Her nipples were large with a square centered on each pointing out, they were hard betraying how excited she was. She glared at Dan as she undid the skirt and dropped it to the floor. Shelly looked flushed as she watched Cheryl stripping, Dan had a frozen smile on his face as if something inside him wanted her to do this and yet somehow he didn't. Cheryl stood for a second, she wore only panty hose, no panties and stood before us almost naked. Finally as if making up her mind she rolled down the hose, I watched as her pussy came in to view, it was cleanly shaven except for a small triangle of blonde hair above the lips. She stood before us naked, then she glanced at me and back to Dan. She walked over to Dan who had not changed his expression and slapped him hard on the face. His smile didn't leave his face. "You asshole, you'd let me fuck him?" She tried to slap him again and he blocked her swing. I was staring at her ass, it was perfect as was the rest of her body, I felt like I was about to cum in my pants watching this beauty prance around in front of me naked. Dan stood up after she took a third swing that he blocked, his smile fading a little making her take a step back. He towered over her looking very menacing. "You really know how to treat guest." He said looking at her nude body. "Shut up asshole." She spat back at him. "How dare you just sit there and let me strip in front of these people." She reached up and grabbed his shirt, "Here, you strip jerk. I'm sure she has already seen your cock." He pushed her hand away, and she sullenly sat in her chair staring at him. She picked up the pipe and packed it again looking back and forth at Shelly and Dan. "Strip for us Honey." Cheryl lit the pipe and took a long draw and handed it to me. "Come on dick head. Strip or I'll kick your ass out for good." "What?" Dan stared at her with shock on his face. "You can't mean this, put your clothes back on and stop it." "I'm not kidding." She said as she took the pipe from Shelly and began another long draw. "I'll divorce you," she said holding in the smoke. "If you can do it when I'm not around, you can do it now. Now strip." Dan took the pipe from Cheryl, he stared at her as he drew on the pipe. "You don't want to do this." He said slowly holding his breath. "Fuckin Strip or get the fuck out." She yelled suddenly. "Fine!" he yelled back. He passed the pipe to Shelly who began to draw on it as he reached and unbuttoned his shirt. Cheryl kept looking at Shelly, Shelly was staring at Dan as he opened his shirt revealing his black hairy chest that was fairly muscular. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and dropped it to the floor. He stared at Cheryl as he undid his belt around his flat stomach and the unbuttoned the pants. He paused to kick off his shoes, acted like he was waiting for her to tell him to stop. He unzipped his pants and let them drop revealing his black boxer shorts which were noticeably tented. He kicked the pants off and looked back to Cheryl again. She glared at him and he just stood there. Finally Cheryl reached up and yanked his boxers down. Dan's cock bobbed free, it was hard, about 6 inches long and almost too thick for a girls hand to fit around. "Happy?" he said as he kicked the shorts away. Shelly was staring at him as was Cheryl. Cheryl wasn't finished. She stormed around the table to Shelly and grabbed her arm pulling her out of her chair. "Come here slut." She demanded and Shelly meekly followed. Cheryl dragged Shelly around in front of her husband who was still standing there naked with his hard cock pointing straight out. "Did you fuck that cock?" She shoved Shelly forward pushing her on her knees in front of Dan. "Did you?" She demanded. "No." Shelly said weakly, "I didn't." "Don't give me that shit!" Cheryl yelled. "What did you do? I know you did something." She stood there, her arms folded in front of her tits, I thought I could see her pussy lips were shiny from moisture. "I sucked it." She said almost in a whisper staring at his cock just inches from her face. "I'm sorry." She said in almost a cry. "Show me." Cheryl said as she squatted beside Shelly. Cheryl tenderly brushed Shelly's dark hair from her face. "Suck it for me." Cheryl looked tenderly into Shelly's eyes as she stroked the side of her face. "Show me what you did, sweetie." She pushed Shelly's head toward Dan's cock. Shelly slowly reached up and grabbed Dan's cock, then she guided it to her mouth looking at Cheryl as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. "Suck it bitch." Cheryl said pushing Shelly's head forward on his cock. Shelly looked back at me with a helpless look but deciding that I wasn't going to do anything to stop this, she lowered her mouth onto his cock till the hair was against her nose. Dan moaned as she slid his cock into her mouth, Cheryl stood up glaring at Shelly as she began to swallow his cock. Dan starting to buck a little as Cheryl watched, she gave him a pissed look, knowing he was enjoying this. No one said a word as Shelly worked back and forth on his cock and Dan tried not to show how good it felt. heryl reached down and unzipped Shelly's dress and undid her bra, she pushed them off her shoulders, Shelley moved her arms and let the dress fall to the floor. Shelly was kneeling there in front of Dan clad only in her panties, Dan was beginning to grunt as he shoved his cock into Shelly's throat. I sat and watched, this is the last thing I expected to be watching after church. Cheryl peeled Shelley's panties off and down to her knees and Shelly lifted her knees one at a time to allow Cheryl to strip her. I was beginning to feel out of place, being the only one with clothes on now. "Fuck her." Cheryl said firmly to Dan as she began to pull Shelly off her knees. "What?" Dan asked with a complete look of surprise on his face. "You heard me." He voice was stern and full of aggravation. "Lay her across the table and stick your cock in this slut's pussy." Shelly was standing now looking really upset as Cheryl pushed her toward the table, she didn't say a word, just climbed on the table at Cheryl's urging and laid across it with her head at my side and looked at me with a look that was asking me why I didn't stop this. Part of me wanted to, but the greater part of me wanted to see Dan fuck her and more, so I just sat as Cheryl pushed Dan toward her. "Come on, fuck her, she deserves that after sucking your cock." She yelled at him. He placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and began to push it in. "Mark, you might as well stick your cock in her mouth." Cheryl spoke to me, like she was suddenly aware of my presence again. I just looked at her unsure what to do. "Come on," she urged, "get up and fuck her mouth, you know you want to, I saw your hard cock in your pants earlier." She sort of smiled at me, but I could tell her main aim was to take her anger out on Shelly. Can I Get a Witness Ch. 02 I stood up slowly, looking into Shelly's eyes, they were pleading with me not to, but I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was hard and had been most of the morning. "No, No," Cheryl chided me. "That won't do, strip down like the rest of us." She was staring at my cock and I could tell she like what she saw, my cock was bigger than Dan's and almost as big around, but that anger and hurt was still there. I pulled my shirt off, kicked my shoes off and lowered my pants and underwear quickly and stood there naked as Cheryl watched me. My cock was standing straight out and pulsing up and down as I looked back at Cheryl's beautiful body. Shelly was moaning and Dan was grunting as he slammed his cock into Shelly over and over. "Stick your cock in her mouth." Cheryl instructed me. I pulled Shelly's head sideways and pushed my cock into her face, she opened her mouth and took it in. The warmth and wetness of her mouth felt really good wrapped around my cock, Dan's fucking made Shelly move back and forth on my cock and I was fucking her mouth without doing anything. I looked back at Cheryl, she stood watching the three of us, her eyes looked like she was going to cry, but her lips were pressed together firm in anger. Suddenly Dan began to grunt and slam in to Shelly really fast and hard. His eyes glazed over as he gripped her hips and fucked her hard. Shelly pulled my cock from her mouth and began to squeal as an orgasm began to make her body spasm. She just held my cock as she convulsed and lifted her legs straight up in the air. Dan let out a loud grunt and slammed into her pussy filling it with his cum, he slammed hard and fast, his face contorted to the orgasm he was having, the room was full of the slapping of his pelvis against her butt. Suddenly he stopped and held his cock in her, Shelly slowly lowered her legs and lay still. Cheryl looked at Dan, tears were streaming down her cheeks, she turned and ran from the room into the living room. Dan looked at me with a look that said what was I suppose to do? I sat down in the chair as Dan helped Shelly off the table, she didn't say a word just came and sat next to me in her chair. I could tell Dan was looking for something to say, but he was at a loss for words. He suddenly turned and walked into the living room leaving us alone in the kitchen. "You want me to finish you off?" Shelly asked me reaching over and taking my hard cock in her hand. I looked down at her cunt, cum was leaking out onto their chair, the lips were swollen and red from the pounding she just got. "Let's go see what's going on in there?" I answered her as she squeezed the end of my cock. "Okay." She let go of my cock and we got up and went into the living room. "I don't see what you are so upset about." Dan was saying as we walked in the room. Cheryl was curled up on the couch crying and Dan kneeling in front of her rubbing her bare back trying to get her to talk. She didn't notice us come in, but Dan did. We moved up to the couch just behind Cheryl as they talked. It was more Dan now, Cheryl was crying, keeping her eyes closed and slightly rocking herself back and forth. "You didn't have to enjoy it so much." She managed to sob out. "Your just upset it wasn't you on that table." He said a little more sternly than either of us expected. She just shook her had no, and continued to rock. "Yes, you are, you wanted to be fucked, you wanted to show me you could fuck around too. But you didn't have the nerve to have Mark fuck you." He accused her. "Shut up." She said weakly. "I did what you told me to do." He stated. "Now you are going to do what I'm telling you to do." She suddenly stopped rocking and got real still. "Just what are you telling me to do?" she asked in a small voice. "You are going to fuck Mark." He answered glancing up at me and then back to her. Shelly reached over and put her hand on my ass and I glanced at her. She was smiling, I think she wanted to get back at Cheryl for the kitchen scene. "I've never been with anyone but you sweetheart." Cheryl said, still not knowing we were standing right there. "That's not going to change." She seemed to think that was the end of the argument. "Today it's going to change." Dan said to her. "Today you are going to get fucked by Mark because you started this and it's only right. You made me fuck Shelly, I'm going to make you fuck Mark." She shook her head no and he began to get up. "Mark," Dan suddenly spoke to me. "Come here and fuck this slut." Cheryl head popped up at the mention of my name, she just realized we were all here. I walked over beside Dan, his cock was hanging limp glistening from Shelly's pussy, my cock was still hard and as I got close to Cheryl it began to throb. "No." she said weakly as she stared at my cock. "Are you sure?" I said to Dan as I looked at her body, the curves, the perfect heart shaped ass, her nipples which were still hard. I wanted to fuck her really bad. "Yeah." Dan replied, "Fuck her good." He began to push her back on the couch, but she resisted so he pushed harder. I grabbed her legs and began to pull them down as Dan forced her to lay on her back. Once she was on her back, Dan reached down and felt of her pussy. "She's dripping wet, she wants to be fucked." Dan stated. I climbed on top of her between her legs and her eyes stared into mine. I positioned my cock at her pussy, she mouthed please no at me as I began to push forward. Dan stroked her head and the head of my cock began to enter her tight cunt. I pushed forward, pushing more of my cock into her she closed her eyes and her face relaxed, I could tell it felt good to her. Dan back away as I began to fuck her, pushing my cock deep into her pussy and then back out again. She was starting to moan as I picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around me as I fucked her and began to buck her hips in time with my thrust. I began to kiss her neck and then her tits, when I began to kiss her nipples she squealed and the more I sucked and gently bit at them the more she moaned and cried out. I looked over at Dan and Shelly, they were watching us intently. Dan's cock was getting hard and he was stoking it as he watched me fuck his wife. Cheryl began to moan real loud and then she began to shake as I picked up the pace. I was slamming my cock as hard and fast as I could into Dan's wife, she was trembling from the fucking, her body was shaking, her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Suddenly she screamed as an orgasm wracked her body, she bucked and trashed under me as I slammed into her, I couldn't take anymore and I felt my balls tighten, then I began to shoot my load of cum into her pussy. I collapsed on top of her when I had emptied myself into her and laid there, she was a really good fuck. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me in the afterglow of our orgasms. I could hear Shelly and Dan talking and after a few minutes I looked up to see they had went back into the kitchen. to be continued. . . Can I Get a Witness Ch. 03 It had been several weeks since my visit to Dan and Cheryl's home after church. I hadn't gone back to that church and I hadn't seen them or Shelly since. I often thought about them when I was fucking Teresa, my wife, or when I was alone stroking my cock. I figured I'd never see them again and that it would be just a great memory, Shelly's husband probably came home from his trip and she was busy fucking him now while hopefully remembering me or Dan fucking her. Dan and Cheryl were probably fucking and fantasizing now with a new spark in their sex lives or they were not talking at all, but I suspected they were most likely looking for new partners to share, who knows, she was a great looking women, but time to move on I thought. It was Saturday night; I had fixed dinner and gotten a bottle of wine for the night. Teresa, my wife, and I had enjoyed a quite evening after her day of work and had settled down for the evening sharing the wine. "I think I'm gonna go get a shower before we retire." Teresa stated with a sly grin on her face, I knew when she took a shower before bed she was getting ready for some good oral sex. She'd shave her pussy lips smooth and trim around her bush she kept on top and make sure all was ready and clean for me. Of course, if I sucked her pussy, she was sure to suck my cock, and then we would fuck. "Man, I love that outfit they make you wear at work." I said as she got up headed into the bedroom. It was a woman's pants suit, seeming loose pants except around her ass where it showed her butt in great detail. If she wore panties with it, you could see the panty lines easily, so she either wore a thong or no panties at all. It might have been different on other women, but her ass just filled those pants so nicely. "The guys at work must love watching you walk by." "Wouldn't you like to know." She laughed back at me swinging her ass a little as she entered into the bedroom. The ten o'clock news was on TV and I was watching it waiting for the shower to go off so I could go join my sweetheart in the bedroom. I took off my jeans and was sitting in the living room in just my boxer shorts and a t-shirt, my cock was already half hard thinking about the loving making to come. But right after the shower went off I heard a soft knock at the door which annoyed me, it was too late for any visitors I thought as I headed toward the door. The knock came again and it reminded me of Shelly's timid knock when she came over the first time. I got up and went to the door, looked out the peephole and saw a somewhat blurry vision of Shelly standing there confirming my memory of her knock. I flipped the deadbolt and began to open the door when someone pushed it really hard into me which knocked me back into the living room. The room was suddenly filled with three guys, two of which grabbed me by my arms and another who had a short bat in his hand and was glaring at me. Shelly was at the door closing it slowly, I could see she was upset, her face was red, she was wearing a long green dress that was torn at the top a little showing more of her shoulder than it should have. The guy in front of me suddenly shoved the end of the bat into my stomach which caught me off guard. I started to double over but the two other guys held me firm facing this guy. "What the fuck?!" I yelled out at them and began to struggle but these two guys were bigger and stronger than me and held me firm. "Yeah," the guy with the bat said in a menacing tone. "What the fuck?" He glared at me as if thinking what he should do next. I could take this guy I thought to myself if these goons weren't here holding me back. I struggled a little more and the jerk jabbed me in the stomach again with the end of the bat. "You know what the fuck!" he raised his voice at me. I looked at Shelly and she was crying but staying far back away from the action near the door. "What the hell is going on in here?" I heard Teresa's excited voice as she came back into the living room wearing her bath robe. She stopped abruptly when she saw the three guys and looked very concerned pulling her white robe tighter around her body. It covered her well enough, but tied in the front and came down to around her knees; I knew she was naked under her robe by how she immediately adjusted it with the surprise of seeing these guys here in her living room. "I'm calling the police." She said with a firm voice as she turned to reach for the phone. "I don't think so." The guy with the bat grabbed her quickly from behind grasping her upper arms and swinging her around to face me. He pushed her toward us and let go of her. He looked confused as to what to do for a second and then he seemed to come to some sort of enlightenment suddenly. "Who are you?" he asked her. "I'm his wife." Teresa said firmly looking around at the small group. "Then you might want to hear why we are here, wifey." He said with a grim smile. "You got a name, or do we call you wifey?" He stared at her waiting for her to respond. "Teresa." She said suddenly almost as if it was a challenge. "Well Teresa," he said slowly. "I'm Scott, and that is Tom and Steve holding hubby back right now, and over there is my wife, Shelly, the one your dear little hubby fucked." "What?" Teresa said, she looked at me and then I saw her facial expression go hard in anger. Then she looked back at him as if waiting for more of an explanation, but her expression no longer had that scared look, it was now pure anger. "That's right, sweetie." Scott said. "While I was gone on a business trip and apparently you were at work, your dear hubby there seduced my wife right here in this house." He paused for it to sink in, "She confessed it all to me tonight, my first night back, while my cock was in her slutty cunt, she told me he fucked her." Teresa's face was red now with anger. "I didn't even finish making love to her, I made her put a dress on and called my buddies, we came over here to confront the bastard and beat the shit out of him." As he said that he patted the bat in his hand. Teresa stared at Scott for a second or two and then turned to face me. She walked up to me just inches in front of my face with that look of anger in her eyes. "Is that true?" she said in a hard angry voice, "and don't you dare lie to me!" she raised her voice a little. "Yes." Was all I could say, and no sooner had I said it she slapped me hard. The two guys holding me grinned and laughed a little. "I'll take care of his punishment." She stated to Scott as she turned to face him, "You take care of your wife's punishment, thanks for telling me." She was dismissing them as if they had done their duty. "Yeah," Scott said dryly. "It's not going to be like that at all. He's not getting off that easy, He fucked the wrong lady and he's gonna pay, an eye for an eye just like the good book says." For a second I saw doubt cross Teresa's face, and maybe fear, she was scheming and I could tell it, but the angry look quickly covered any other thing that might have been going on in her mind. I could read her better than anyone else there just because I knew her better and I was starting to think the anger was just a front to get rid of them and then again maybe not. "Well, beating him might sound good to you." She spoke in a normal tone, "and you may well beat your wife and get away with it." She was getting really brazen with him and he was starting to fume at her accusations. "I'll not argue the good book with you, but I can tell you two things." She paused staring at him. "One, if you beat him with that bat, you and your buddies here are going to end up in prison and your little slutty wife over there will be fucking everyone in town while you rot behind bars." I could see her message was sinking in by a look of concern that crossed his face for a second. "Two, a beating for a fucking is hardly an eye for an eye, except maybe in medieval times or something." They stood staring at each other for a second, Scott glanced at me a couple of times and then to Shelly, and back to Teresa. "I'm here for revenge and I'm gonna have it." He said in a low voice. "What the hell do you consider an eye for an eye?" he glared at her. "An eye for an eye is just that," she paused and looked at me for a second. "A fuck for a fuck, how much simpler can that be." She stared into his eyes and stopped glancing at me almost as if she didn't want to see how I was reacting to what she was saying. "A fuck for a fuck?" he looked at her strangely. "What are you suggesting?" "He fucked your wife," she said blandly, "You fuck his wife." She said with a tremble I know I heard in her voice. "You suggesting I fuck you?" he said looking at her with a somewhat lustful look now. "That would be my revenge?" he looked back at Shelly who was just standing there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "So you want me to fuck you as revenge for your husband fucking my wife?" "Yeah." Teresa said with an edge of lust in her voice. "Come on back to the bedroom and I'll finish what she started tonight." She made a move to back away. "Yeah... " he said slowly and grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back toward him. "No." he paused for a second. "I'll fuck you right here where I have witnesses of my revenge. I want them to see me fuck you." And with that he pulled the tie on her robe and it slid partly open as the loose knot gave way easily exposing her freshly shaved pussy lips and her trimmed bush. Her breast held it from opening all the way, so he pushed it open to expose her breast. I noticed her nipples were hard and could tell she was exited. I pulled hard against the two goons holding me, but they yanked me back quickly before I could get loose. "Let him go." Teresa said turning to me and the two goons, giving us all a full frontal of her body. He pussy lips were glistening; I could tell she was really getting excited by the idea of fucking this guy. She approached me again, "You will stand here and watch me fuck this guy, don't you dare interfere." She glared at me. "Let him go." She repeated. I started to open my mouth to object and she yelled before I could speak. "No! You're gonna watch me get fucked, don't say a word, do you understand me." I stared back at her and simply nodded my head. The two guys loosened their grip and when I didn't move they let me go. "Okay Scott," she said turning back to him. "You fuck me and then you and your boys go," she said as she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her ass looked so good with her back to us, I wanted to touch her as I watched Scott begin to touch her breast and play with the nipples. My cock was growing quickly and there was no way to hide a hard on wearing only boxer shorts. I looked over to Shelly, she was still standing there watching, but she looked relieved more than anything. Scott pulled his shirt off over his head and unbuckled his pants, the room was deathly quiet as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans and underwear down at the some time and stepped out of them. His cock was fully hard and sticking straight out, at least seven inches long and fairly thick, Teresa wrapped her hand around it and began to work her hand back and forth slowly. She moaned softly as one of Scott's hands found its way to her pussy lips. I watched his finger slide down her slit lightly over her clit and back up again, her legs spread apart slightly to give him access to her cunt. She trembled when his finger found her clit and rubbed it in little circles for a few seconds, my cock was rock hard now and sticking out against the material of the boxers making a fine little tent. Scott pushed Teresa down and she complied and dropped to her knees before his hard cock, she stuck out her tongue and licked the under side of the head of his cock and then swirled her tongue around it as Scott began to moan. Then she opened her mouth and took his cock in her mouth wrapping her lips around it, she slid down the shaft taking his cock far back in her throat and began to pump back and forth as Scott began to rock his hips and fuck her mouth. He put his hand behind her head and pushed his cock in till his pubic hair was against her nose and the pulled back. Teresa's eyes watered and she almost choked when he shoved his cock into her throat again and again. I thought he was gonna cum fucking her mouth but he suddenly stopped and pulled his hard cock from her mouth. "Hey, look at hubby." Steve suddenly broke the silence. "He's got a hard on watching his wife get it from another guy." Tom and Steve both laughed as everyone looked at my boxer tent. "Enjoying the show sicko?" Scott spoke up glaring at me. "Take those boxers off and let us see what you got there." He grinned and I just stared back at him. "Do it." Teresa commanded me suddenly. "Do what he tells you asshole." She was giving me that hateful angry look again. I didn't bother to argue with her while she had that angry look on her face directed at me; I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them exposing my hard on to everyone in the room. "Loose the shirt too, weirdo." He seemed to not tire of trying the humiliate me. Rather than argue or resist, I pulled the shirt off and dropped it to the floor and stood there naked with my cock sticking out betraying my lust while watching my wife give head to a guy who was practically a stranger to her. Scott pulled Teresa to her feet after giving me a triumphant smirk and led her over to the couch. He pushed our square foot stool up against the couch and pushed Teresa down on it so that she was lying down on the foot stool with her feet on the floor and her head on the couch. He pulled her down so her butt was on the edge, spread her legs apart and knelt between them with his cock just inches from touching her inflamed pussy. "Come over here and watch me fuck your wife perv." Scott turned and looked at me so I moved up beside them close enough that my leg was nearly touching her leg. "Go ahead and wank that cock of yours while I attend to your lady's needs." He waited a second till I wrapped my hand around my cock and began masturbate in front of them. He laughed a little and then bent down and began to lightly lick the lips of my wife's pussy. I looked up at her face and she was staring straight at me, her expression was one I'd seen every time we made love, she opened her mouth and moaned as his tongue explored her cunt, but she kept her eyes locked on mine. I slowly moved my hand up and down on my hard cock avoiding the sensitive head as much as possible, I didn't want to cum for this jerk as he sucked my wife's pussy. I looked back at Scott, he was twirling his tongue around her clit, and he had two fingers in her cunt working them back and forth. Her moan brought my attention back to her face, she closed her eyes and then opened them again looking at me. She was getting close to cumming, I could tell, she then turned her head and moaned louder and bucked her pussy into his mouth as she shuddered in her climax. Her eyes were closed and she tossed her head back and forth moaning and crying out. Scott was having a difficult time hanging on as she squeezed his head with her legs and pulled him into her cunt. As her orgasm began to slowly fade away she looked back at me with that soft after glow look, her cheeks burning red and her mouth still open. Scott raised back up from sucking her pussy and looked at me with his face covered in her juices, his hard cock was lying against Teresa's leg just a fraction of an inch from her pussy and she moaned when she felt it brush the lips of her cunt. Suddenly he looked over at Shelly who was still glued in the same place with her arms folded across her chest. "Come here." He commanded her and she dropped her arms and walked over to the opposite side of Teresa looking down at him. "Do you want me to fuck her?" he asked her glancing down at Teresa. "Do you want to fuck her?" she answered in a soft voice. "I'm asking the questions bitch." He spat back at her. "Do you want me to fuck her? Yes or No?" He stared at her. "I don't know. . . "she said slowly unsure of herself or how he'd react to any answer she might give him. "Hey Tom," Scott called out, "come over here." He said in a friendlier voice. "Whatcha need Scott." Tom answered as he moved beside Shelly but staring at Teresa laid out spread eagle ready to be fucked. "Take Shelly's dress off her." he said looking up at Shelly. "Scott!" Shelly exclaimed as she started to fidget. "Not in front of them. . ." she pleaded meaning Tom and Steve. Scott didn't answer; he just stared as Tom moved behind her and pulled the zipper down in the back of her dress. She didn't move or resist as Tom pushed the shoulders off and the dress fell to the floor exposing her naked body. Scott hadn't given her time to put on anything but the dress in his anger and so now she was naked in front of them all. She looked over and made eye contact with me and then down to my cock which I was still slowly massaging and then at Scott's cock and Teresa's pussy, but her eyes avoided looking at Tom or Steve. "Spread em." Scott commanded as he pushed his hand in between Shelly's legs to feel of her pussy. She complied and he rubbed her pussy up and down and then smelled of his fingers. "You're soaking wet whore." He said to her a caustic tone. "Get on your knees and watch me stick my cock in this cunt." As she obeyed he looked at me, "You too." So I complied and dropped to my knees as he rubbed the head of his cock on Teresa's pussy lips. She moaned and then he suddenly stopped. He reached up and putting his hand behind Shelly's head pulled her to him and kissed her, she resisted a little as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, but gave in and began to kiss him back. When he broke the kiss and let go of her I could see Teresa's juices on Shelly's face. "I'm fucking her because of what you two did," he looked back and forth at us. "I think it only right that hubby perv and my little slut guide my cock into this cunt." He smiled at me and his wife. Shelly complied right away reaching over and grabbing his cock in her hand, I was a little more reluctant, I never did like to touch another man, just not my thing. "Do it." I heard a throaty command from Teresa as she waited to be fucked. I reached over and touched his cock just above Shelly's hand with two of my fingers and my thumb, it was hot and hard, I could feel it pulsing with lust but as my hand touched Shelly's there was a comforting connection I felt like an electronic shock, I looked up at her, that lust in her eyes had unmistakably taken over any other emotion she had. We jointly moved his cock up and down my wife's pussy lips coating it with her juices and then he pushed forward just as we lined it up. I watch the head slowly sink past my wife's outer lips and I moved my hand away. Shelly held on a little longer until her hand touched my wife's pussy and then she pulled back as we watched Scott push all his cock into my wife. He began to slowly fuck her, pulling his cock all the way out and sliding it back in slowly, and every time he buried it completely my wife, she would lift her hips slightly and moan. After a few minutes of Scott fucking my wife he began to reach over and feel of Shelly's pussy running his finger up and down her slit and pausing at her clit several times. She was spreading her legs to give him access and beginning to moan. "Get on your hands and knees slut." He commanded Shelly and pushed her head toward the couch. She complied thinking he was going to finger her from behind; he pushed her legs apart so he could slip a couple of fingers in his wife's pussy while he fucked my wife. "Hey Tom, take off your clothes so you can fuck this slut." He said suddenly. Shelly snapped her head back to look at him and he gave her a look that said she'd better do as he says. Tom didn't have to be told twice, he was naked in no time and kneeling behind Shelly. His cock was easier bigger than her husbands and hard, without any prompting he began to lubricate his cock up and down her pussy and then he pushed it in and began to work it back and forth. Before long he was driving into her juicy cunt fully with every stroke. Shelly's head was already close to Teresa's breast, so she moved over a little and engulfed Teresa's left breast with her month as Tom pounded her from behind. Shelly's hand snaked down Teresa's body lightly touching and tracing the contours of her stomach and hips till her fingers delved down between Teresa's legs. Shelly began to rub her clit, the tip of her fingers constantly brushing against Scott's cock as he continued to fuck my wife. Can I Get a Witness Ch. 03 Steve didn't need any prompting, he had already stripped and found his way up to my wife's head and turning her head toward him pressed his cock against her lips. She resisted at first and then gave in and opened her mouth. He began to fuck her face as Scott was fucking my wife's pussy and Shelly was sucking her tits and rubbing her clit. I knelt next to Scott with my hard cock in hand watching all the fucking going on, the room stank of sex; Teresa was moaning around the cock that was fucking her face. Shelly was moaning loudly as she got fucked from behind. Suddenly Scott began to hammer like crazy into my wife and then with a loud groan shot his cum into my wife's pussy. He pounded for quite a while before he slowed and stopped. After a second or two he pulled his limp cock from her and I watched his cum dribble out of her and onto the foot stool. "Don't cum in my wife." Scott told Tom as he stood up and looked down at my wife and me. Steve was still face fucking my wife and she was doing her best to take it without gagging. "Man, I gotta cum." Tom said as he pounded Shelly from behind faster and faster. "Then cum in that bitch." Scott said pointing to Teresa. Tom suddenly pulled out from Shelly's pussy and moved over to my wife kneeling in front of her, and slid his hard cock into her used pussy. He began to hammer her right away and then grunted as he squirted his cum into my wife. Shelly sat down and watched him cum and then watched Steve begin to grunt and cum in my wife's mouth. She tried to swallow it all but it was no use, cum began to drool down her chin as Steve held her head and emptied his balls into her mouth. Scott was pulling on his clothes as Steve wiped his cock off on Teresa's face, Shelly just looked at the ground and Teresa just closed her eyes and rested as Steve and Tom began to dress as well. No one said a thing while they dressed then they began to move toward the door, Scott picked up Teresa's dress and pulled her to her feet and shoved her toward the door. She reached for her dress, but Scott just pushed her toward the door naked and refused to give it to her. As she turned her back to me I could see red whelps on her ass where she had been spanked, I suppose by her husband Scott. They all exited out the front door into the warm summer night, Steve, Tom, then Teresa stepped out naked, then Scott and as he turned to shut the door he flipped me off and then slammed it. I heard the car doors and then the engine start up, the lights moved out of the drive and left down the road. I looked down at Teresa who looked back up at me, a moment of silence filled the room as she looked at my still hard cock and I looked at her used body. "Damn that was hot." She finally spoke with a big grin on her face. "You'd better get down here and fuck this used pussy right now." I gladly dropped to my knees and sank my cock into her hot pussy full of cum; I knew I wasn't gonna last long after all that. I began to fuck her hard, and she was moaning loudly lifting her legs in the air as I hammered her. My balls began to twinge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I erupted inside her mixing my cum with the two other guys cum already in her. After a few seconds I pulled out and laid on the couch, she quickly joined me lying with her head on my shoulder. We were quite for a moment or two until she spoke up. "You said Shelly was good looking, you were right." She smiled. Suddenly she picked up her head and looked me in the eyes, "I wonder if he knows about Dan and Cheryl?" "I don't think he does," I said, "he didn't mentioned them." "Yeah," Teresa said, "but she might tell him later about them, we should warn them." She paused and looked at me for a second. "You wanna go to church tomorrow?" "Sure." I answered, "I'd love to see Cheryl again." "You mean you'd love to fuck her again." She grinned back at me. "Well," I mused, "yeah, and you want to fuck Dan, huh." "Oh yeah," she smiled. "I'm gonna drain him dry." Can I Get a Witness "I'll have to try that." I said and she moaned again. I put my hand between us, leaning to one side and ran a finger down to her clit. I touched it and she began to scream, her legs went straight up and her body convulsed as I now rammed my cock into her hard and fast. She thrashed about, but never opened her eyes as wave after wave rocked her, then slowly she began to calm down. Just as she calmed down, I began to jack hammer her pussy, my balls tightened and I exploded inside her, filling her cunt with my cum. She was grunting as I bucked like a wild horse on top of her, then I crammed my cock in and held it as the last few pulses pushed the last of the cum in her. I laid down beside her letting my cock slip out of her, and she laid next to me with her eyes closed. "Did he cum?" I said when I recovered my breath. "Yes." She said catching her breath. "He suddenly began to cum in my mouth. That was the worst of it, it was hot, thick and salty, and a lot of it. He just kept cumming and I could feel it starting to dribble out of my mouth. I had to swallow it, I couldn't imagine anyone seeing me with cum on my face or dress, but it was hard to swallow." "Then he got up." She said slowly, "picked up my panties, wiped my face with them, and put them in his pocket and walked out of the room with me lying there with my skirt around my waist. He didn't say a word, just left, at least he shut the door after leaving. I got up, letting my dress fall in place, I know I looked a mess, so I walked out to my car and went home." "Wow." I said, "He just walked away like that?" "Yeah." She said. "You're too good a fuck to walk away from." I said and for the first time she opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile came to her face and then faded. "Why can't I be a good girl." She said sadly. To be continued, of course . . .