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His Wife

By: mandm123123



The walk wasn't long, but the narrow, winding streets often made it seem so. Particularly on evenings like this. Jeff walked quickly over the damp cobblestone path, a small introspective smile on his face, making him look a little like a Cheshire cat. He had a destination and a goal, and he was intent on getting there quickly.

Waiting in the little bungalow, non-descript by Spanish standards, quaint and charming by anyone else's, the bungalow sat pushed tightly between two 3 story apartment buildings, both with the same whitewashed, somewhat disheveled appearance as the bungalow they crowded. But although it was not a glamorous spot, it is the place that Both Jennifer and he felt most at home these days. It was homey and comfortable, made even more so by the loving hand of Jennifer.

His pace quickening as he neared the Spanish love nest, Jeff began to look forward to the evening ahead, and the surprises in store. Jennifer didn't often surprise him after 3 years of marriage, but occasionally she got an idea in her head and a twinkle in her eye. Most often these surprises included an evening out at the opera or a play, or a night in a café chatting and reminiscing. They inevitably lead to the little bungalow, and an evening of gentle love making.

Jeff loved those evenings. After 3 years their love had grown and he would never have thought it possible, he felt closer now to Jennifer than he ever had. Sometimes he wondered if that intense feeling of love would ever end.

Jeff thought of their first meeting, in a small restaurant in Rome. Bumbling along the street, both lost and oblivious to each other's plight as they crossed paths over and over again. Up one street and the next, down another, they continued to run into each. Little did they know they were both looking for the same small restaurant. When they both finally arrived there at the same time they had looked at each other sheepishly and laughed, eyes turned down to the ground. Both too shy to ask the other to sit with them for supper, the motherly patron of the establishment made the decision for them, placing them both at the only table in the place. The supper was wonderful, but the companionship was better, and borne from that meeting was a relationship that would last many long periods apart, yet love intensifying despite those distances.

So after six years of absenteeism they had decided to settle down, get married and move into a new neighborhood in Seville. She would teach English and he would settle for a job as an Engineer with a small telecommunications company. They would have a perfect little life in a beautiful little city in a wonderful country.

Of course it hadn't been that easy, but together it was never all that difficult.

As Jeff continued to ponder the path his life had taken, he realized he had reached the door to the house and silently walked in. The aroma of roasting ham struck him as he entered the quiet hallway and the soft sounds of Enya came faintly to his ears. The lights were dimmed and the plaster walls cast shadows that emphasized the rustic surface, glowing orange where Jennifer had placed small tallow candles on the floor, leading to the living room. Although the living room was in all reality a multi-purpose room used for dining, working and relaxing, they had come to refer it as such, giving it a more appealing nature.

Jeff wandered slowly through the hall, pausing once to smell the food and to listen to Jennifer hum an Enya tune. He smiled as he imagined her cooking in an over-sized baker's gown, humming to her herself and oblivious to his presence. Padding quietly into the doorframe he stopped and was shocked at what he saw. Jennifer had not done this before, and as he stood and stared at her naked back, her full ass and the way she stood with her legs slightly parted, stirring a pot on the stove, his excitement grew.

Jeff and Jennifer had always had a healthy sex life. There was no question about that. And after all of those years, nothing had changed. It was satisfying and Jeff loved it. There had been deviations in their sex when they first started seeing each, an exploration so to speak, an attempt to learn each other's likes and dislikes, fantasies and desires, turn-ons and turnoffs. It had been fun, as Jeff recalled, and Jennifer had been open to trying new things, new positions until they settled into what they knew best. Jennifer rarely failed to orgasm, and that made Jeff happy.

But this was new, and he watched transfixed. Even though the act of cooking was hardly a sexual activity, the small of Jennifer's back and the occasional peak at the lips of her pussy from behind made him extremely excited, and his cock strained against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably to alleviate the stress, and reached down his pants to move his cock to a more comfortable position. When Jennifer turned suddenly around to get a glass off the table she there she stood in all her naked glory facing Jeff, with his hand down his pants. She smiled at him and his embarrassment, but did not move toward him. Her well-rounded breasts hung slightly down and her pert nipples with their large oblong aureoles pointed upward slightly. Her supple body with its generous curves was inviting, and as she shifted she spread her legs slightly and Jeff could see the lips of her sex only partially hidden by a fine coating of hair. Even from this distance, maybe 10 feet away, Jeff could see that she was aroused, as the dampness was easily visible and her clitoris peaked out slightly above her puffy pussy lips.

A mischievous smile came across Jennifer's face and she walked slowly over to Jeff and unbuttoned his fly. Stunned, Jeff didn't move as Jennifer grabbed hold of his cock and led him over to the table, forcing him to sit for supper. Heaping servings of ham and scalloped potatoes were set in front of him, but truth be told, Jeff could not concentrate and stared at his beautiful wife as she leaned against the counter across the table from him. When Jennifer noticed that he wasn't eating she quietly padded over to him and drew a chair beside him, where she began to feed him his meal.

It was difficult eating with a raging hard on, but he finally finished and Jennifer brought some strawberries over. Jeff was about to protest that he'd had enough when his naked wife poured some of the strawberry juice on his manhood and reached down to rub it all over him. She had thoughtfully warmed the strawberries up and the feel of her hand stroking up and down his hard cock with the sticky-smooth strawberry juice was almost too much to stand and Jeff slouched back onto the chair to allow her easier access.

The up and down motion of her hand on his cock continued for a couple of minutes until it began to get too sticky. Just as Jeff was about to tell her so, Jennifer stopped stroking and moved her face down to his crotch. She extended her tongue and began to swirl around the purple head of his cock, wiping it clean of the strawberry juice and coating it with a thin film of saliva. Her hand slowly began to pump up and down on the base of his cock as her lips and tongue worked around the head of his cock, venturing downward occasionally until the strawberry juice was used up and a liberal amount of saliva coated his hardness. 

Soon the familiar signs of an impending orgasm began to stir in Jeff's loins and Jennifer felt his scrotum tighten in her hands as his cock began to twitch. When he could hold back no longer, he grabbed her head and thrust upwards into her mouth, trying hard to not force himself too deep, but aching for the release that he knew was imminent. Soon gushes of white cum spewed into her mouth as Jennifer continued to milk his manhood of all his seed. She swallowed it all and looked up at him, smiling.

Jeff sat back for a moment, spent. Soon he recovered, and panting slightly, pulled Jennifer's mouth up to his. Though she had swallowed a number of times, he could still taste himself on her lips as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. As she stood up fully he pulled her pussy to his mouth, licking her protruding clit vigorously as she gasped. Knowing that he was spent, Jeff quickly got up and went to the refrigerator, leaving Jennifer to stand naked and excited at the table.

Jeff found what he was looking forward and ran the hot water in the sink to warm it up. When he finally turned around to see his wife, she had leaned over the table, facing him now and a big smile turned on her lips as he showed her the large cucumber he had warmed up. It was over 18" long and tapered the way a gourd might be, narrow on one end and fat on the other.

As he moved behind her, Jeff slowly probed her pussy with first one finger and then two, preparing her for the green phallus. He pushed gently in and out, spreading the abundant juices over her lips and down to her pussy. Her puckered ass winked up at him as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy, and all around. 

Finally, when he felt she was ready, he began to push the narrow end of the cucumber inside her. The first 3 inches entered easily and he pushed that amount in and out. He could hear her breathing becoming more labored and her hand reached below her to begin to rub her clit as he worked the vegetable in and out and around in concentric circles. Her hips began to push back as the cucumber pushed in and slowly another inch entered her. Her wet, pink lips stretched around the home made toy and with every thrust her puffy labia contracted inside, only to be pulled out with its extraction. Her fingers rubbed furiously on her clit, wet with her own juices and her hips bucked back forcefully onto the big cucumber. Soon 8 inches of the giant vegetable was inserted inside her, and she grunted hard. Jeff continued to plow the cucumber in and out, faster and faster as Jennifer neared her orgasm.

Finally, juices coating her pussy and his hands, Jeff plunged two wet fingers into her puckered ass and pushed the cucumber hard into her. Jennifer thrashed back and forth, fucking the vegetable like there was nothing else in the world, her anus clamped tight on Jeff's fingers. And the she stopped, her legs twitching and her pussy clamping down on the monster inside her. Jeff knew what to do next as he slowed his ministrations and slowly removed the cucumber from her pussy and his fingers from her ass as Jennifer collapsed onto the table panting hard and slowly rubbing her clit. To allow her to revel in the feelings he replaced her finger with his tongue and softly rubbed her clit, causing little spasms of after orgasms to rock her until finally they stopped.

Jeff sat down, and Jennifer sat on his lap, sliding his now hard cock into her pussy. Not moving, but enjoying the feel of him inside her, one hand on her tit, the other reaching around and playing with her pubic hair.

It had been fabulous and exciting, Jeff thought, but perhaps it was the start of a new chapter in their marriage.

His Wife Fucks a Black Man



My Wife calls me into the living room. She is dressed in a tight black dress, scoop necked to show off her double Ds, and wearing hi heels and red lipstick. She smiles and tells me to kneel at her feet, as she sits on the sofa, legs crossed, her skirt riding high. 

She pets my hair a little, smiles, and then says, "I have decided to take a lover." 

I gulp, my heart racing. "Oh" is all I can muster. 

She laughs softly. I met him at the bar the other night, a fine younger but respectful black man and he seems to be quite taken with me." 

I smile weakly. 

"It is what you have been nagging me about all this time, isn't it?" 

"Yes, Goddess," I say. "It just isn't what I expected tonight." 

"Yes I understand." 

"Are you going out with him tonight?" 

"Yes, I dressed for him." 

"Have you..." I pause. 

My Wife looks at me softly. "Yes... we fooled around in his Mercedes. Not only does he have a cock twice your size he is much more successful than you, too, dear." 

My face goes red. "Fooled around?" 

"I let him suck my nipples and finger me a little....and..." 

I wait. 

"I stroked him and then couldn't help myself. I sucked him dry too." 

I wimpered. 

"It's been ages since I sucked a cock, hasn't it?" 

"Yes," I said. "Ages." 

"Tonight, I am staying at his place and tomorrow morning you will pick me up at 11 am." 

I nod. 

There is a knock on the door and my Wife tells me to answer it. "His name is Jamal," she says a matter of factly. 

Jamal is grinning when I open the door. He smiles but really pays me little mind. "Your the husband" is all he says. 

I lead him to the living room and he sits on the sofa next to my Wife. She points to the chair by the fireplace and I go and sit there. 

Within seconds, She is kissing him and his hands are all over her. I can't help it. My cock goes hard as I watch him slide his hand under my Wife's skirt and hear her moan as She spreads her legs. 

She casts me a sideways glance then closes her eyes as his fingers go deep inside. "Shit," she says. "That feels good." 

That goes on for a few minutes and then She stops Jamal. She looks at me and then at him. 

"Jamal," she says. "Before we go, I want my husband to see your cock so he can imagine it in my pussy and my mouth....and my ass. Do you mind?" 

"Not at all." 

Jamal stands up and my Wife unzips him and pulls out his hard cock. It has to be at least nine inches and thick as her wrist. 

My Wife is staring at it. She turns to me and tells me to stand next to Jamal. I obey and She unzips me and pulls out my small penis. Even hard, it is not one third his size. 

"Look at what I have to put up with," my Wife says to Jamal. Then what She does amazes me. She kneels before Jamal, something She would never do for me and begins sucking his cock and licking his balls -- all the while looking up at me, knowing She is torturing me. 

She gags a little as he thrusts. "Whoa, baby," She says. You will get to cum lots later. Then to me, she says, " We are going now and tomorrow you will be cleaning out my pussy and ass, won't you sweet heart?" 

I shudder. "Yes Goddess" 

"And what will be inside my pussy and ass?" 

I can't speak and both of them start laughing. 

Then minutes later they are gone and I am left alone at home to wait, wondering just how difficult it will be to go the whole night not knowing and knowing at the same time. 

My Wife has a lover, and tonight I have become her cuckold husband. 

MORE TO COME!



His Wife, His Breeder Ch. 01



This is my first story submission. Please leave comments. I would love to hear from other writers. Thanks so much to Snowbear for editing this piece. I really appreciate it. 

*****

I am standing in our kitchen preparing his favorite soup as I watch the snowflakes fall outside the window. It blankets the ground in a thick layer, as if it is trying to protect it from the ice storm to come. Protection, that brings about memories of him. I wasn't always a breeder, I used to be a CPA in one of the top 5 firms in the country. However, this is the story of how I came to leave that life behind and become so much more than his wife. 

"Honey!" I called as I entered our home. We had been married for 2 years and had comfortably settled into our new lives. "Marcus, where are you?" I called.

After I hung my coat in the closet I turned and saw him striding toward me. He looked as if he was angry with me, so I searched my mind to find what might be the cause of this, but came up empty. As I sat on the bench in the foyer to remove my shoes, he came to a stop in front of me.

"It is 7 o'clock in the evening, you were supposed to be off at 4, why did you work so late?" he asked me in a tone that suggested an argument was about to ensue. 

"Marcus, I called you earlier and told you that if you wanted to have this weekend just for us, I was going to have to work late and finish up the bookkeeping on my accounts. Otherwise, my work would have had to come home with me, AGAIN! Why are you so angry with me? I just walked in the house!"

At this point I was barely controlling the anger that was bubbling inside of me. It had been a long day and I had already had enough bullshit to cover the next week. He was looking at me with such anger in his features, his breathing was ragged, and he was crumpling the paper in his hands. Wait... paper, what was that?

"What is that?" I asked, as I pointed to the now severely creased paper. 

"These are our test results" he said as he shoved the papers in my face. "As you can see, my sperm count is high, your egg count is high, and there are no abnormalities. Apparently, there is no reason we shouldn't have gotten pregnant already."

Oh, for heaven's sake. This argument again. I threw my hands in the air and begin to head towards our room. It seemed that getting pregnant had been our only topic of discussion for the last 3 months and I was tired of hearing about it. 

We had been trying to get pregnant since our honeymoon and nothing had happened yet. So, we decided to get tested, and now, since the tests had shown that there was nothing to be concerned about, I was content to let nature take its course. As I reached our room, I begin to undress. Marcus had been talking the entire way up the hall but I had tuned him out. I had had a long, hard day at work and all I wanted was to come home and relax with my husband. It looked like I would be relaxing alone now. 

"Are you even listening to me Marissa?"

His question cut through my thoughts and I snapped. 

"No, Marcus! I am not listening to you. I have had a long day and just wanted to come home and relax. So I am going to take a shower and go to bed. I am utterly exhausted and since you can't seem to understand that, I am going to continue ignoring you." 

I said all of this in barely controlled rage. I was almost screaming. I had no idea where this intense anger had come from, but I needed to remove myself from the situation. As I tried to escape the room, Marcus grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. 

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"You really didn't hear a word I said, did you, Marissa?" Marcus asked in a suddenly soft and soothing voice. 

By calming his voice, he was able to reduce my anger from about a 10/10 to maybe 6/10. "No Marcus, I explicitly told you I wasn't listening. Now let me go take a shower. I need to calm down."

"Angel..." Marcus used his pet name for me... taking my anger level down another notch. "Angel, if you had been listening to me, you would know that I was not fussing about YOU exactly, but about your JOB."

"What are you talking about Marcus?" I huffed impatiently, putting my hands on my hips.

"Even though there is no physical reason we cannot get pregnant, there is a hormonal one. The results show that your Cortisol levels are through the roof. Apparently, this is a stress hormone and it is wreaking havoc with your body. Because your levels are so high, the embryos will not implant. Also, this is the reason you are having trouble sleeping."

"How did you know I was having trouble sleeping?"

"You are my wife, my best friend, I have known you for 5 years. I know how you look after you have had a night of rest and when you haven't."

After hearing this news, my anger level slipped down to a cool 3 and I sagged into Marcus' chest.

"I am sorry" I said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"It's alright. I shouldn't have approached you the way I did. Go and take your shower. I'll order in some Italian from the place you like and we will talk about you quitting your job when you're done."

As I started to walk away, I turned slightly, cut my eyes back over to Marcus and said, "The fact that I am your wife does not mean that I am yours to command. I will take my shower whenever I please and we can talk when I am good and damn ready." 

I saw his eyes spark with something that I had never seen before. Almost as if I had just issued him a challenge that he was more than willing to accept. As the look on his face intensified, I started to inch backward away from him. He looked like a predator, and I was his prey. 

"Go and take your shower, now. You have 20 minutes to shower, lotion, and dress. In whatever manner I happen to find you after those 20 minutes, I will be taking you to the dining room for dinner. Do not complain, or argue or dally. It is of no use. You have 20 minutes and I will come back in here and drag you out kicking and screaming if I have to."

With that last statement he walked out of the room and slammed the door. I stood there slightly shaken as the vibrations from the slam of the door worked their way across my body. Never in our whole relationship had he ever spoken to me in that manner. Had this been any other day, I would have snatched open that door and marched right out after him and told him where he could shove it. But just in that moment, my body took hold before my mind could overly analyze what had just occurred. 

I finished removing my clothes and got into the shower. I let the water cascade down into my hair. It felt as though there were tiny fingers working their way through my hair, soothing the headache that had begun to play in the corners of my brain. As I stood there, under the cascading water, the door slid open. Before I could manage a peep, I was pushed against the opposite wall and pinned there, breasts mashed against the cold tile. 

I was not afraid. I knew it was Marcus. I could smell his aftershave still lingering on his skin. I could feel the rough calluses on his hands as he pinned my own hands down at the wrists behind my back. 

Marcus whispered in my ear, "I know I said I would give you 20 minutes, but I just can't wait any longer. You were so angry, and fiery, and now... now I will show you where all of that belongs. You will no longer direct that anger and fire at anyone. No more will you use it to try intimidating people. All of these feelings are reserved for sexual activities only. You will only use them to fuel your passion. Is that understood?"

He began to lightly suck and nibble on my neck. He knows that this makes me nearly incoherent. But, I was able to summon up enough clarity to respond.

"Like I said Marcus, you don't command me. I don't know where this attitude has come from, but you had better fix it."

As I tried to move away from him and his ministrations, he pushed me further into the tile. He slowly sucked and licked on my neck and ears. My body had become putty in his hands. His hands began to swirl down the right side of my body, stroking my hips and thighs as he began to whisper in my ear again.

"I do not have an attitude, Angel. This is who I have always been. Until now, you have been able to control your body and emotions perfectly and I saw no need to step in. However, now you have become overburdened and over stressed by this job and it is time for me to take over. From now on, I will be everything - the provider, the decision maker, and your keeper. You will obey me and I will take care of your every need. I do not want you under any more stress than you have to be. I told you when we were dating that I wanted my wife to stay home and raise the children. You agreed, and now it is high time that you actually hold up to your end of the bargain."

At this point, I felt his hand trail further down my hip and he began to circle my clit as he finished expressing his commands. 

"In the morning you will tender your resignation. As long as we are married, you will never again work outside of the home. Do you agree?"

My brain was trying, and failing, to process all that he had just said.

"I ...I don't know Marcus. Please, just stop and let me go. I can't think."

"You're not supposed to think, just let go and say yes. Let me take care of you for the rest of our lives. You are my wife, my love and soon... soon you will breed for me."

"I WILL WHAT!" I screamed. How could he say I will breed for him? I am not an animal. 

Marcus furiously spun me around, and pushed my back against the wall of the shower, pinning me there with his body. Because he is very tall, his body was able to block the spray of the water from spraying me directly in the face. Then, he began to speak again.

"Didn't I tell you that anger will only be tolerated through your passion during sex? Yelling is not appropriate for someone who needs to keep their stress levels down. So, apparently you need to be taught a lesson."

Marcus shifted me into the back corner of the shower. The water sprayed above our heads, creating a mist that covered our bodies. He grabbed me around the middle of my thigh and placed it on his waist. Before my brain could comprehend what was happening, he thrust into me with a furry. 

I screamed out in surprise and shock. Since one hand was holding up my leg, he used the other to position my face to look at him. He enunciated each word with a thrust into my quivering pussy. 

"You. Will. Stay. At. Home! You. Will. Have. As. Many. Babies. As. Deemed. Medically. Safe. And. Possible! You. Will. Begin. A. Lactation. Regimen. And. You. Will. Feed. Me. Whenever. I. Request! Do. You. Understand. Me?"

I held onto his shoulders as he pounded his demands into me. My body accepted each thrust with total abandon, needing the release that was rising from hidden depths inside my body. In the back of my mind, this was what I had always wanted, to be totally and utterly possessed. I wanted to care for him as a wife should. I didn't want to have to think about it. He would take care of it all and I would be at his command. I may be a traitor to the women's rights movement but, in this moment, I didn't care. I wanted my husband, the man, the provider, the master. I was his to command and he would protect me. 

I have no idea how my brain processed all of this in that short amount of time. Maybe deep in my heart, this was what I had always wanted and I no longer cared what anyone thought.

"Yes, Marcus. Yes. Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Please just...ahhhhhhh." I screamed as my orgasm overtook me. 

Marcus continued to pump into me, continuing to plunge past the spasming muscles inside of me. He jammed into me one final time as his seed released directly onto my cervix. He slid us to the floor and sat so that I straddled his waist, still impaled, both of us breathing rapidly. 

"Marissa, I love you. You make me so happy. And now, we will have the big family we have always wanted." 

"Marcus..." I began, out of breath. "How long have you had these thoughts? You have never mentioned them to me. I don't honestly know if I can do this."

"I have thought about this for a long time my sweet Angel. I will give you my protection, my love, and my sperm. You will give me your submission, your love, and children. It is the perfect relationship" he declared chuckling. 

As I sat in his lap and contemplated this, the water began to run cold. Marcus helped me up and guided me out of the shower to help me towel off. 

As Marcus was drying my legs and feet, I was still contemplating all that he had told me. 

"Stop thinking so much, Marissa. Everything will be fine. From now on, your job is to take care of the house, yourself, and when the time comes, our children. Leave everything else to me."

When I looked into his eyes I saw the love that he had always shown me. I saw the man I married, the man who always promised to protect me, I saw my forever. 

"Ok, Marcus. I agree."

He stood up and held me to him for a soul searing kiss. 

"The next several weeks will be very intense Marissa. And since you are so stubborn, there will be times when I must punish you, if only to remind you that it is I who holds the key to our happiness and what I say is the best for everyone. I do not intend to make you do anything that you are uncomfortable with, but I am going to push your boundaries. You will no longer work outside of the home. Your life will be as stress free as possible. Essentially, you will be my wife, and my breeder. You will have my babies and continue to produce milk so that I can feed on your luscious nectar. You will be mine, and I will be yours, always."

Marcus stepped away from me and said, "Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes. You need to eat something before going to bed."

"Yes, Sir." I jokingly replied, sending him a mock salute. However, he apparently didn't find it all that funny. I saw that challenge in his eyes again and he began to harden again. He winked at me before walking down the hall. 

Oh lord. What is he going to do with me now?



His Wife, His Breeder Ch. 02



I would like to thank Snowbear for editing this for me. Editors are an important part of writing for me. Sometimes as a writer, you don't see your own mistakes. Thanks again. 

*****

I am standing in our kitchen preparing your favorite soup as I watch the snowflakes fall outside the window. It blankets the ground in a thick layer, as if it is trying to protect it from the ice storm to come. Protection, that brings about memories of him. I wasn't always a breeder, I used to be a CPA in one of the top 5 firms in the country. However, this is the story of how I came to leave that life behind and become so much more than his wife. 

Chapter 2:

Since Marcus did not put on any clothes before leaving the room, I was able to watch his ass as he walked away. At the end of the hallway he said, "You have 5 minutes. Lotion your body only. Do not dress. Meet me in the dining room when you are done."

I knew better than to contradict what he asked of me. I sat down on the end of the bed and began to lubricate my body. On the other side of our bed, near the closet door, we had a full length mirror. It caught my attention and I went to stand in front of it. As I stared at myself I begin to think:

"How can he love me when I look like this? I have rolls upon rolls on my sides, my stomach pokes out, my arms are huge and flabby, my thighs are huge and have cellulite everywhere, and of course, my breasts are too large and sag." 

Try as I might over the years, I have still not been able to love the way I look. But he does, so I try to dress so that my flaws don't show. 

"One minute left," I heard Marcus holler down the hall.

"Alright, I'm coming," I called. I rushed to finish applying the lotion to my body then started down the hall. As I turned left into our dining room, Marcus motioned for me to sit in his lap.

"I think this is going to be a long conversation. If I sit in your lap you won't be able to feel your legs in 2 minutes," I chuckled. I moved to take the seat next to him but he cleared his throat loudly. 

"Marissa, I want you to sit right here," he said, patting his leg. 

I walked over and sat on his right knee and wrapped my arms around his neck for support. 

"Straddle me," he growled.

I shifted to straddle his waist and he moved us and the chair so that my back was supported by the edge of the table. We looked at each other for several minutes, staring at each other. I touched his chest and face and shoulders. I kissed his cheek and neck and lips. I savored the taste of him as if he was the last drink of water I would ever have. 

The intimateness of the situation made me forget all of my earlier insecurities. "I love you," I whispered into his lips.

I could feel him hardening beneath me. It felt wonderful. I began to wiggle my hips, trying to move so that he could enter me. He restrained my hips with his hands. This was the first time since I had sat down that he touched me. All of a sudden I felt self-conscious that I had done something wrong. I crossed my arms over my chest and stopped moving, the desire began to drain out of me as if someone had pulled the drain on a bath tub. 

"Marissa, I love you too. But, we need to eat. You are going to need proper nutrition and strength." 

Marcus lifted me so that I was sitting on the table and then he rose and went into the kitchen. When he returned, he was carrying a heaping plate of Baked Ziti from the Italian place up the street. 

"You don't really expect me to eat all of that, do you, Marcus? I may be fat but I don't eat that much!" I laughed. 

Marcus handed me the plate and a fork, repositioned himself in the chair, and pulled me back into his lap; while I held the plate between us. He grabbed the plate and fork from me and laid them on the table. 

"When did you become so self-conscious, Angel? You are not fat. You are beautiful. You may have a bit more weight than most women, but do you hear me complaining? I love the way you look, the way your thighs grip me when I thrust into you. The way your breasts swing when I take you from behind. I love that when I cuddle you at night, you are soft and fit into me. I love every part of you." As he said this I began to cry. Why would he love me like this? I'll never understand. 

"Don't cry, Angel. Look at me, talk to me."

"I don't like the way I look," I said. "My entire family is thin and short and dainty. I have never been like that. I have always been taller than everyone, fatter than everyone, I never feel like a lady. Ladies are supposed to be small and fragile. When people look at me that isn't what they see, they see a big woman who should be able to take care of everything. But, sometimes I don't want to," I said as I began to cry harder. 

"I wanna feel cherished and treated like a woman, not just another one of the guys," I said, now crying hysterically. 

As Marcus sat and listened to me, he softly stroked my back, holding me close to him as I became more hysterical. 

"Listen to me very closely Marissa. From now on, there is nothing that you have to take care of that you don't want to. I love you, all of you. What did Jill Scott say in that song... 'I love you from your hair follicles to your toenails'?"

I chuckled as he began to sing the song to me. I sat up and he dried my eyes with a napkin. 

"Now that we have taken care of that, we should eat."

"Ok," I agreed. I moved to get off of his lap, but he grabbed my hips and held me firm.

"You will eat right here," he said, pointing to his lap. 

As I began to make another remark about my weight, he narrowed his eyes at me and I thought better of it. Marcus grabbed the plate from the table and began to feed me. I acquiesced and let him feed me. It was nice to be pampered for a change. Once I declared that I was full, he handed me the plate and I began to feed him. 

As I continued to feed Marcus, I couldn't help but wiggle around on his lap. His cock had begun to stir and was throbbing against my slit. My body was craving his cock and my wetness was being slathered between our bodies. 

"Marissa, if you do not stop that infernal wiggling, I am going to have to tie you down so that I can finish my dinner in peace."

"Tie me down, really, Marcus," I laughed, as I tried to give him another bite. 

He grabbed my hand and his face lit up as a smile slowly crept over his face.

"Yes, Marissa, I think that is exactly what I am going to do." 

Marcus took the plate from me and motioned for me to ease myself back onto the table. 

"What are you doing Marcus?" I asked. 

"I just told you, I'm tying you down so that I can eat in peace"

"Seriously! You're joking," I chuckled. 

"Marissa, if you say one more thing, I am going to gag you."

"Gag me, Marcus. With what?" I challenged. 

"I warned you," he said calmly.

Marcus got up from the table and picked up several dish towels from the side table. 

"Lay down," he commanded. 

There was a tone in his voice that warned me not to argue. I lay back on the table and watched as Marcus began to tie me down. He positioned my legs over the sides of the table and wrapped the dish towels around my calf and the leg of the table. He connected two towels together and tied my arm to the table leg at the top of the table. He then repeated the same action with my other arm. By the time he was finished, my legs were spread eagle, and my arms had virtually no range of movement. 

"My beautiful Angel," Marcus crooned as he swept over me with his eyes. 

"So, now what?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh, yes, the gag. I did promise you that."

Marcus disappeared down the hall, and, when he returned, he held two scarves, one for my eyes, and one to gag me. 

"Maybe now I can eat in peace" he sighed.

Even though I could not see, I heard Marcus sit down in the chair and pick up the plate.

"Look at that pretty pussy, dripping onto the table. Hmmm... maybe you can be my plate"

Oh my, I thought, how was I going to be his plate? All of a sudden, I felt a warm glop fall right on top of my mound. 

"Ummmmm," I mumbled around my gag, squirming in my bonds. 

"Quiet down, Marissa, I'm just fixing my plate." Marcus said calmly. 

I felt another dollop fall onto my upper and lower stomach, each breast, and in the space between where my neck and chest meet. 

"If you spill my dinner with all of your squirming, I'm going to punish you, Marissa. Now be a good wife and let me eat, then I will fulfill your every need," he whispered into my ear. 

I felt his mouth descend onto my neck, and begin to suck the pasta from my body. He made sure to lick off all of the sauce before he moved to my first breast. As he licked the first nipple I inhaled sharply, almost causing the food to spill. 

"Be still," he warned.

I tried to relax into the table and hold still as he licked and sucked all over my breast. The food was long gone but he continued to lick and suck anyway. 

"I can't wait until you have milk," he said. "I will drain you dry every time I get the chance."

I moaned around my gag, his words causing me to become even wetter. I was struggling to hold still as he tormented me, finally leaving that breast for the other. By the time he finally made his way to my lower belly, I was moaning and groaning into the gag. I wanted to beg him to take me, but he continued to eat his dinner. 

"Only one more bite to go Angel" he said.

Marcus positioned himself at the end of the table and leaned over to feast on the food that he had placed at the top of my mound. Once he finished licking the last of the sauce from my body, he began to kiss along my pelvic ridge and down my things, purposely avoiding the one spot he knew I wanted him to kiss the most. 

Suddenly, I felt my legs being released and Marcus pulled me further toward the edge of the table. He wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust into me, hard and deep, bottoming out on the first stroke. 

This fast and unexpected intrusion caused me to scream around my gag. Marcus gripped my hips and powerfully thrust into me again and again. I could hear the table legs sliding on the wooden floor at the end of each thrust. 

Marcus moved my legs toward the top of his shoulders and continued to pound away at my body. I was moaning uncontrollably when the first smack landed on the side of my buttocks. 

I screamed around the gag again and my eyes rolled in my head at the new sensation of pleasure. Every few strokes, Marcus smacked my ass on one side or the other. 

I felt as if I was sitting on the edge of a mountain, and there was something I needed to tip me over. Marcus placed one hand on top of my mound and used his thumb to circle my clit.

"Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you shatter to pieces around me."

That was all I needed. I felt the pressure come to its crescendo and I toppled over the mountain edge. I screamed, "MARCUS!", from beneath the gag and my entire body tensed. My pussy convulsed around his cock, milking him over and over. He exploded inside me and it was almost as if I could see colored stars filling my vision. 

When my body finally relaxed, Marcus released my arms from their bonds,and untied my gag and blindfold. He removed my legs from his shoulders and placed them back on his waist, then helped me to sit up, never removing his cock from my body. 

"I love you, Marissa" he said, holding me to his chest and breathing harshly into my hair. 

"I love you too, Marcus."

"Let's go to bed. Tomorrow we will begin our new life, and you need your rest."

I agreed. Marcus picked me up, held me by my ass and carried me to the bedroom, never separating our bodies.

I could only imagine what tomorrow would hold.



His Wife, His Breeder Ch. 03



I am standing in our kitchen preparing your favorite soup as I watch the snowflakes fall outside the window. It blankets the ground in a thick layer, as if it is trying to protect it from the ice storm to come. Protection, that brings about memories of him. I wasn't always a breeder; I used to be a CPA in one of the top 5 firms in the country. However, this is the story of how I came to leave that life behind and become so much more than his wife. 

Chapter 3:

I can feel the sun on my face. As I begin to wake from my slumber, I am able to see light through my closed eyelids. 

"The sun...oh god I'm late for work" I think to myself. I am lying on my stomach and can feel Marcus' arm thrown over my lower back. He is still snoring soundly. As I try to wiggle out from under Marcus' without waking him, I realize that his leg is also tangled around mine.

All of a sudden, I have a feeling of flying and falling at the same time, and then I see the ceiling. "Where are you going Marissa?" Marcus asks.

"I have to go to work" I say, trying to release myself from his hold. However, I soon realize that it is futile, the more I struggle, the harder he holds. 

My head is positioned over his shoulder and he whispers into my ear, "What happened to the resignation?"

"I'm going to do it today, but I have to get to work. I'm supposed to be there in half an hour and I haven't even gotten in the shower yet".

Marcus begins to nibble my neck and ears, his hold slowly relaxing over my body. His hands begin to wander down to my mound, caressing the curls there. "Call to tell them you will be half an hour late. I will take you to work"

"I can take myself to work Marcus", I say breathlessly. His fingers have begun to circle my clit, dragging my wetness up from around my hole but never actually entering me. 

"I SAID I will take you" he says in a tone that leaves room for no argument. 

"Well, can you finish me then, so I can go take a shower?" I say impatiently.

"Finish you...sweetheart? I will never be finished with you. You do not get to command your orgasms. I will give them to you as I damn well please."

Marcus twirls me off of his side of the bed to stand up. Since we went to bed without clothes on, I can't help but stare at his naked body as he stands up. I receive a swift smack to my ass as he says, "Let's go shower, then work, then shopping"

"Shopping?" I question. "Shopping for what?"

"You will find out soon. Now let's go!"

Marcus grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. While he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature, I look in the mirror. I still cannot see the beautiful woman he sees, but after last night, I am a little more comfortable looking at myself. 

I feel a tug on my hand and Marcus pulls me into the shower. I giggle as I fall into his chest. He makes me stand in the middle of the spray and says in a calm and commanding tone, "Hold still."

He lathers up the bath sponge and begins to wash me. I watch him silently and behave almost as if in a trance. As he drags the sponge between the valley of my breasts I let out a moan. He washes my belly and hips, kissing the newly washed areas as the water washes the soap away. When he rubs the sponge across my slit, I gasp at the pleasure that zings through my body. 

However, Marcus has other plans for the morning. He continues down my legs and then guides me to sit on the shower seat so that he may wash himself. He instructs me not to say anything, and if I pleasure myself in any way, I will be punished. 

As he drags the sponge over his own body, I can barely contain myself. I am breathing hard and biting my lip trying to contain myself. As he washes his cock, I lick my lips. I imagine how good it would feel to slide to the shower floor and shove his cock down my throat. After he has washed himself thoroughly, he looks over at me. Unfortunately for me, I have been unconsciously grinding my hips against the shower seat.

"Didn't I warn you not to pleasure yourself Marissa?"

"Yes, but I didn't realize I was doing it" I complain. "Please just come over here and shove your man meat inside of me. I need it" I whine. 

Marcus makes me stand up and turns me toward the shower wall. He puts an arm around my belly and leans in to whisper in my ear. 

"I was going to let you have your orgasm before you were such a naughty girl. But now you need to be taught a lesson. Your orgasms are mine to give you as I see fit, not yours to demand, remember?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts Marissa. For now, your punishment will be no orgasm until I believe that you have deserved it. And trust me Marissa; it will be far from easy. And at any time if I sense that you have given yourself pleasure, your ass will be as red as a cherry. Do you understand?"

Marcus has a hitch to his voice that suggests he is in no mood for a rebuttal. So, I nod my head and he steps away from me. He cuts off the water and walks out of the shower. 

I stand there, feeling alone and desperately unsatisfied. I walk out of the shower, past him in the bedroom, and into our walk-in closet. I shut the door and slide to the floor, tears falling down my face. I slowly wipe them out, wondering why I have so much emotion. After several minutes I get up, put on a soft cotton sun dress and simple sandals, since I will not be staying at work. 

As I open the door, Marcus is standing directly in front of me, already dressed in Khaki shorts and a polo shirt. I lower my head and try to slide by him but he grabs me to him. I am looking down at our shoes; I can feel the tears trying to slide down my face again. 

"You're crying"

"I'm fine" I say, and try to walk away.

He holds me firm and says, "I know you are frustrated because I did not let you cum, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"

"Of course" I say, my vision blurring through tears. 

"Ok. Well, you are crying because your body is trying to get used to new levels of hormones. You may cry or get angry for a while. But that is ok. It all comes with having a baby"

"But I'm not pregnant yet"

"No, but I sprinkled a high dose Estrogen pill over your food last night"

"But you ate it as well"

"Yes, but not from that side of the plate. That's why I fed you" Marcus says, as he uses his finger to lift my head to look at him. "From now on you will be taking high doses of Estrogen three times a day. That combined with the regimen you will be on, will stimulate lactation and help ready your body for pregnancy."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because it's my job to take care of you. I honestly didn't intend to tell you. But, seeing you so upset..."

Marcus puts his forehead on mine and then kisses me. "I love you Marcus"

"I love you too Angel"

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After Marcus drives me to my job to resign, we drive to a shop called "A Taste of Home". Marcus explains how the woman who runs the establishment is a client of his. She is a lactation consultant who specializes in inducing lactation in women who are not or have never been pregnant. 

As we walk in the woman, Stella, and Marcus strike up a conversation straight away. Marcus introduces me and she leads us to what she calls one of her 'Flowing Rooms' in the back. Where the front of Stella's office looked like a doctor's office, the Flowing Room looks like a garden indoors, fit with an examination chair that looks and feels like a lounge chair. 

After I am seated in the chair, Stella begins to explain what she will do. 

"Here at Taste of Home, we like to make sure all of our guests are comfortable at all times and have a very pleasurable experience. That being said, all of our rooms are completely sound proof and have individual temperature controls that can be changed according to the wishes of the client."

As Stella speaks, she is very animated with her facial expressions and hand gestures. She walks over to a cabinet and returns with a tablet and a cream of some sort. 

The tablet is a remote of some sort. Stella sits down next to Marcus and explains the tablet's entire feature to him. It can control the position of the chair, the lighting in the room, pressure on the suction cups, and even music. 

Stella then rises and walks over to me. I am stunned and speechless at the entire situation and have not made a sound since we entered this room. She stoops beside me and tells me what the cream is for. 

"This is my own special blend of all natural herbs and oils. It will feel warm at first, and then the fun begins" she says smiling. "After the warming sensation wears off, your nipples will ache, they will ache as they never have before. This sensation will last for approximately half of an hour. Your nipples will stand at attention and you will need to have them sucked and pulled on for the entire half hour. It is important to use this at least 5 times a day so that..."

"Five times a day!" I yell. "I don't even have that much time".

"Marissa..." Marcus says in a warning tone. "You will let the woman finish speaking and you will not interrupt her again. Please continue Stella".

"As I was saying, at least five times a day is important because without currently being pregnant, your body needs that stimulation to get the notice that it needs to produce milk. That being said, I recommend eight times a day"

"Who in the fuck has that much time? You do realize that is 4 hours of just nipple stimulation, right?" I ask in disbelief. 

"Yes, but it should be spread out throughout the day" Stella says matter-of-factly. 

"Marissa, you have interrupted Stella again" Marcus says in a quiet but commanding tone. "You will answer for that later. Stella, I appreciate the walk through. If you would, I would like to be left alone with my wife to begin her first session. I will poke my head out and holler if I need you."

"You are VERY welcome. I will be in my office right down the hall" Stella replies, as she winks before leaving us alone in the room.

As soon as the door closes, Marcus presses a button on the tablet and what appears to be large suction cups with tubes attached to them raise up from the chair. 

"Marcus..." I begin to say.

"Be quiet Marissa. You are not to speak another word until after we leave this room. Nod if you understand."

I nod and look up at Marcus with a cross of fear and excitement in my eyes. 

He makes me sit up as he pulls my dress over my head. He pulls soft cotton straps out from under the chair and fastens my arms to the chair. He picks up the tablet and presses another button. All of a sudden, the leg rest of the chair splits. Marcus stoops down and fastens each one of my legs to its respective chair leg. 

Marcus then stands and opens the jar of cream Stella left and massages about a teaspoon of the liquid onto each breast. Then, he stands back, leans against one of the counters, and watches it take effect.

At first, as Stella said, there was a warm sensation all around the area where the cream had been applied. It felt almost as if I was in a tub of warm water using a sugar scrub on my nips. It began to settle to the temperature of the room and my nipples began to stand on end. 

Then, it began. My nipples distended further away from my body than I had ever experienced. They were puffy and swollen, begging to be sucked. I begin to whimper, struggling in my bonds, looking toward my husband to try and relieve some of the tension. 

He pushed another button on the tablet and the suction cups swiveled and attached my breasts. I sighed in relief that I didn't have to wait. 

The suction was a relief at first, taking away the edge that the cream had created. However, after one minute of this, Marcus upped the strength of the suction. "Ohhhhh" I moaned. I could see my nipples being pulled into the suction tubes. 

"I'm going to leave the setting here for your first time. However, I will be purchasing one of Stella's modified breasts pumps so that you can continue your schedule while you are at home. And you Will use it eight times a day, Marissa"

"I have set a timer for 30 minutes. I will return when you are finished. Don't forget Marissa, you are not allowed to cum." Once he finished speaking, he set the tablet down and walked out of the room, smirking. 

After he walks out, I realize that not cumming is going to be more trouble than I expected. I can feel my pussy leaking already, starting to pool into the seat below me. I grip and release the arm rests, trying to concentrate. It feels as though every time the machine suctions my nipples through the tubes, it also squirts pussy juice out of my body. 

I am thrashing in my bonds, moaning uncontrollably, and sweating profusely when the machine cuts off. The suction cups slowly retract and I am left, naked and bound in the chair, panting from the exertion of not being able to cum. 

Marcus and Stella come waltzing through the door and my head snaps back to attention. 

"From the wild look in your eyes I am guessing you made it without cumming. I'm impressed" Marcus says. 

As Marcus unbinds me from the chair, Stella says, "I am impressed as well. However Marcus, she does need to cum with her treatments frequently. I would say that during at least half of her treatments, she should be allowed to cum. The endorphins that are released will send her brain an even bigger signal that this is what her body wants and needs."

"Yes Mam" Marcus says, smiling as he slips my dress back over my head. 

I am so exhausted from the concentration of not cumming, that I am limp against Marcus' shoulder. Stella brings him a rag and he wipes my face of the sheen of sweat that covers it. 

"I have all of our goodies already in the car, are you ready to go home?"

I nod in agreement and Marcus helps me to the car. 

"I will see you both in a week to check your progress" Stella says from the doorway. 

Marcus nods and we drive away. I fall asleep on the ride back to the house. When I wake up, Marcus is walking back to the car after taking the new toys in the house, I suppose. He opens my door and says, "I was just coming to wake you. I want you to go to the room, strip off everything, and kneel on the bed"

As I was about to say something, Marcus gives me a look that suggests I better not argue, so I comply. As I am kneeling on the bed, I can feel Marcus watching me from the doorway. I am too tired and horny from all of the day's events.

I am starting to relax down into the bed when I feel a sharp SMACK! I yelp and scramble down out of my kneeling position. 

"I warned you not to interrupt Stella and you did it anyway. This is your punishment. You will receive 10 spanks while wearing Stella's cream. And there will be no arguing. Understand?

"Yes"

"Good" Marcus says, as he sits down on the bed. "Come lay over my knees on your back".

As I lay there, he applies the cream to my nipples again. As the sensations overwhelm me again, he bends down pulls a nipple into his mouth. 

"Dear god" I scream. The sensation is so much different than the machine. The warmth and wetness of his mouth feels like heaven to my nipples. 

"Marcus, sweetheart...Marcus is giving you this pleasure, not God." he says before suckling me again. 

I am enjoying myself thoroughly when he suddenly sits up and says, "Turn over".

I turn over and he positions my ass in the air. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three in quick succession. I am moaning uncontrollably. Between the fire of my breasts and the burn on my ass, I am lost in my mind. I feel the last seven smacks pepper both of my ass cheeks before Marcus commands me to get back on the bed on my knees. 

I scramble up onto the bed and Marcus walks around to place the breast pump from Stella's onto me. This setup is a bit different as the cups encompass my entire areola. He climbs onto the bed behind me and bends me over. 

"Please Marcus. Please. Help me" I plead. 

He smoothes his hand from my neck to the base of my spine, slowly kissing my back and ass cheeks. I shudder under his touch. The pump is sucking away at my tits and I am insane with lust. My cunt is dripping and I need my husband to fuck me now. 

"MARCUS!" I scream. 

I feel him grip my hips and thrust into me, once, twice, three times. 

"MARCUS! I CANT HOLD IT! I NEED TO CUM!"

He leans down over my back, humping away at my snatch, and whispers into my ear, "Cum Angel."

I shatter beneath him, bucking and thrashing. He plunges into me once more, holding my waist as he cums onto my cervix. My vision is blurry. My ears are ringing. My arms are weak. I feel him detach the pump, my brain is spinning and my world goes dark. 

When I open my eyes, it is dark outside and the clock says 10 pm. I have been asleep for 8 hours. The events of the day flood my brain and I smile. I have never cum so hard before. I feel Marcus behind me. His arm thrown over my waist, cock tucked between the crack of my ass. I snuggle further into him and fall asleep, totally content. 

*****

Author Note: 

Sorry it has taken so long for this next installment. Life has gotten a bit crazy. Thanks to Your_slut for editing this for me. I am working on the 4th chapter so just keep an eye out. Thanks for all your comments and I hope you continue to enjoy this story.



His Wife is His Slave



Michael and Diane had been married less than a year when their sexual quirks began to emerge. Blessed, or some might say cursed, with voracious appetites for sex, their experimentation sometimes lasted for days. Their games invariably included liberal doses of bondage and discipline. Quite by accident, they discovered that they achieved the greatest sexual gratification when Michael was the master and Diane was the obedient slave.

To test his power over his young, docile wife, Michael bundled her into the back of his van and drove to a bar. After stripping her naked, blindfolding her, and tying her hands behind her back, he "forced" her to suck the seed out of six roughnecks from the bar. He took numerous photos to masturbate with later. Several other "experiments" along the same lines followed.

But all of their outrageous conduct pales by comparison to what was to come. While browsing in an adult bookstore, Michael came across a kinky B&D contact magazine. B&D means bondage and discipline, something that the adventurous couple had become addicted to.

As Michael carefully studied the ads, one caught his eye. It went something like this: "B&D swinger club seeks attractive couples with a dominant husband and submissive wife. We also train women to serve their husbands." Michael immediately sat down at his desk and penned a reply. He attached a photo of himself fucking Diane in the ass while she was helpless in bondage.

Within a few weeks, Michael received a reply. His contact invited him to attend one of the orgies as an observer. He enthusiastically accepted. Although he was not permitted to participate in the depraved orgy, he was allowed to remove his clothing and masturbate to his heart's content while he watched. The debauchery he witnessed so inflamed his lust that he had to jack off five times to rid himself of his hard-on.

The members recognized a kindred spirit and invited Michael to join their club. He was told that he could not have sex with any of the wives until his own wife had been initiated. Although disappointed that the initiation would delay his participation in the depravity, Michael agreed to the terms.

Michael and Diane were deep in thought as they drove to the mansion where the orgies were held. He wondered if she could take what the club members would soon be dishing out. She wondered the same thing. She didn't want to let her husband down and was determined to pass with flying colors. Just the thought of being a slave to twenty-five masters was enough to make her wet her panties.

Following their instructions to the letter, Michael and Diane stripped off every article of clothing. He cinched a dog collar around her pretty neck and attached a leash to it. "Come on, bitch," he said as he led her to the front door. "And don't forget to address the men as "Master".

The members were already gathered. The naked men applauded as Michael led his beautiful wife down the gauntlet as solemnly as a bride parades down the aisle. The eager men were lined up in two rows facing each other and as Diane passed slowly in front of them, they reached out to grope her tits, cunt and ass. She shrieked and jumped into the air when a greasy finger slid up her ass. Countless fingers invaded her salivating cunt. By the time she reached the end of the gauntlet, fifty hands had ravished her. The crude treatment made her pussy so wet that the juice trickled down her thighs. Seeing his wife treated in such a salacious manner gave Michael a raging eight-inch ramrod.

Michael had a general idea of what was ahead for his wife, but he had not been given the details. Mark, the wealthy owner of the mansion and the leader of the club, came forward to shake his hand. He squeezed Diane's tits and looked her up and down. "Don't worry, my friend," he said. "We'll make a proper slave out of this slut." Michael's cock lurched upward when he heard another man refer to his wife as a slut.

Two of the slave-wives were called forward to nurse on her tits. When her nipples had been sucked hard, two men attached nipple clamps and screwed them down until she whimpered. The chain connecting the clamps could be shortened to draw her tits together for fucking, but, for the time being, it was left dangling.

Two other men came forward and attached weighted clamps to the lips of her cunt. The weights hung halfway to her knees and stretched the labia like rubber bands. Two slaves came forward and placed pads on Diane's knees. "You must always wear your kneepads to our orgies, bitch," Mark warned. "It's for your own comfort. We may order you to your knees at any time and any place." He ordered Diane to bend forward and then he screwed a well-greased butt plug into her ass. "This will prepare your ass-hole for our cocks," he said. 

Mark turned to Michael and explained what Diane's first ordeal would be. "Your wife is going to suck our cocks. Because there are so many of us, each of us will take only two minutes. We will try our best to cum in her mouth, but most of us will fail. Two minutes isn't enough time for a proper blow job, but we will have time for that later. It will be your job to time us. Each of us will grade her cock-sucking ability on a scale of one to ten. She will automatically earn a ten if we cum in her mouth, providing that she drinks every drop. If we do not cum in her mouth, the highest score she will get is a nine. A perfect score would be two hundred and fifty, but she will not get a perfect score. For every point that she falls short, her ass will feel the sting of a riding crop."

As his wife went to her knees, Mark handed Michael a stopwatch. Following his instructions, Michael took a handful of his wife's blond hair and said, "Open your mouth, bitch." As Mark shoved his fat cock into Diane's mouth, Michael snapped the button on the watch. "She shows promise," Mark praised. "She'll be an even better cock-sucker after our slaves teach her a few new tricks." Diane wanted desperately to suck off all of the masters to make a good first impression, but she got off to a bad start. Mark made it through his two minutes without giving her anything more than copious quantities of slippery pre-cum.

Michael was so horny that the urge to masturbate was almost overwhelming, but he had been warned not to touch his own cock. Deprivation from all sexual pleasure except voyeurism was his initiation. His neglected cock demanded attention as it lurched nearly to his belly. "Open your mouth, cunt," he said, and a second cock filled the warm, wet cavern. One hot cock after another penetrated the slut's mouth. The fifth cock vomited a load of sticky cum down her throat. She swallowed every savory drop. The sucking continued on schedule, and, out of the twenty-five men who allowed Diane to suck their cocks, only five treated her to a mouthful of dick juice.

"Prepare her for cropping," Mark ordered. The slave wives came forward and led Diane to the stocks. After her ankles were placed in one set of stocks, she was bent forward onto a second set of stocks that clamped around her narrow waist. Her neck and wrists were secured in a third set of stocks. The combination of stocks held her securely in place and prevented her from dodging blows. They also left her front and rear orifices vulnerable.

Mark announced Diane's cock-sucking score. "The slut achieved an excellent score of two-hundred, therefore she will feel the sting of the crop only twenty-five times." One of the wives came forward and took aim on Diane's ass. "I remind you sluts that if I decide that the blow you deliver is too light, I will teach you what a proper stroke is by laying three on your own ass," Mark said. Diane shrieked as the crop bit into the tender skin of her buttocks. She understood at that instant why a racehorse runs faster when the jockey goes to the whip. "You should be proud of the little cock-sucker," Mark said to Michael. "This is one of the lightest beatings we've ever given."

The wives went forward one at a time to play their part in Diane's initiation. The tears began flowing from her blue eyes at the fifth blow. They suddenly stopped after fifteen blows as the pain evolved into perverse pleasure. Her cunt juiced on every blow that followed. "PLEASE FUCK ME!" she wailed. "SOMEONE PLEASE FUCK ME!"

When the last blow had been delivered, Mark stepped forward and speared her sopping fuck-hole with his formidable cock. After delivering a dozen deep thrusts, he made way for the next man. As all twenty-five men probed Diane's snatch, her howls of joy rattled the windows. Many of the fuckers left their gravy inside of her. After the last man had taken his turn, Mark gave his own wife June the pleasure of eating the sap out of Diane's pussy. As June's long, tapered tongue scrubbed her pussy, Diane came so hard that she fainted.

"Strap the bitch to the Lazy Susan," Mark ordered. He had designed the clever device especially for initiations. It allowed eight men to use a woman at the same time. After splashing cold water on Diane's face to bring her around, the slave wives strapped her so securely to the circular instrument that she could not move. Her legs were tied up out of the way. The butt-plug was removed from her ass to make that orifice available to anyone who chose to make use of it. Oil was poured on her tits and the chain connecting the nipple clamps was shortened until her nipples almost touched. The men would make good use of the cleavage. A blindfold was placed over her eyes to prevent her from seeing who was molesting her. Eight men who hadn't yet spilled their broth went forward and, after having their cocks oiled by the slaves, formed a tight circle around Diane and gave her a spin. When she came to a stop, the man at her head drove his cock into her mouth while the man at her ass sodomized her.

The two men used Diane's mouth and ass for no more than a minute before they withdrew their cocks and gave her another spin. The second pair of men chose to fuck her tits and cunt. Diane howled as the turgid cock in her cunt found and pulled her cum-trigger. The circle of flesh around his wife was so tight that Michael couldn't see what was being done to her. To get a better view, he went up the circular staircase to a second floor landing where he could see every detail of his wife's molestation.

The orgy was in full progress with the slaves catering to every perverted whim of their masters. Michael watched with envy as Mark had his cock sucked by two slaves while a third tongued his ass-hole. Back at the Lazy Susan, two men shot their loads onto Diane's body. As soon as they stepped away, two fresh men took their places. Those who were not fucking Diane groped her without any regard for her dignity. Her nipples and clitoris were abused by relentless fingering. She discovered a new way to cum when rough tugs on her pubic hairs sent her over the edge. The tormented woman yodeled through one orgasm after another. She had never known such intense, almost unbearable ecstasy. As Diane lost control of the muscles in her groin, her bladder boiled over. Her fucker boasted of his accomplishment. "Look everybody, I fucked her so good I made her pee." He pulled his cock out and held it in the golden stream until he ejaculated.

Mark, who had been the first man to use Diane, was also the last to use her. Holding her firmly by her blond hair, he fucked her mouth with short strokes. After feeding the slut one spurt of cum, he pulled out and shot the remainder of his load against the tip of her perky nose. As he decorated her face with the biggest load yet, he grinned up at her husband who became so aroused by the spectacle that he shot off without touching his cock. His spunk sailed through the air to join dozens of other loads on his wife's soiled body. As soon as Mark stepped away, a horde of wife-slaves descended like vultures on Diane and licked every drop of jism from her body. Even the drippings on the table were lapped up. Not a drop of the precious fluid went to waste.

"Congratulations, Michael," Mark said as he reached out for a handshake. "We have made your wife our slut slave. At the end of a three-month probationary period, we will decide if we want you as permanent members. Our decision will be based on how willing the slut is to indulge our perversions. From what I've seen so far, that shouldn't be a problem. Now take your pick of these whores and have a good time. I suggest that you start with my slut-wife June. Give her a good, hard spanking and then fuck her in the ass." Michael did exactly that. By the time the orgy ended, he had managed to work his way through half of the women.

Diane eventually passed out from dozens of ovary-popping orgasms. The slaves carried the exhausted slut to the back seat of Michael's car. As he drove home, he could think of nothing else but the depraved things he would do at the next orgy.



His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 01



This is a tale of spousal cheating. If, morally, you can't handle that, go find another story. For those that will enjoy it, please read on and be warned that there are vivid descriptions of sexual activity within. 

Chapter One

If anybody could have told me on my wedding day that, within 5 years, I would be cheating on my husband, I would have called them crazy. Or that, even if my husband knew I was cheating -- which I don't think he does - he would condone it. I would have been highly offended by the mere suggestion of my future cheating and would probably have struck that person off my list of friends.

But that was then, and this is now. How quickly things change in relationships. My name is Jill, I am just nudging the big 3-0, and I do still love my husband. It's just that the man that owns the company where my husband works, is highly attracted to me. At least, I think he is ... it's hard to tell sometimes.

I am married to Gerard, have been for 5 good years. Hey, we've had a lot of fun. We decided that we would put the idea of kids on hold for a few years, so we could really get to know each other, one on one. And, to have good overseas holidays each year, see a bit of the world.

Well, for five years, we have done all that and now we think it's about time that we started a family. Our GP said it might not be that easy, it could take a few months of trying to conceive, but at least it's fun trying. We don't exactly feel pressured, although Gerard's mum likes to remind us every time she visits.

Two weeks after my husband started his new job, we got invited to go to his new boss's house for a party on a Saturday night. It was a great party, must have been fifty or more people there, I think they all worked for this one company. I got to meet Gerard's boss ... I don't know if you call him the boss or the owner, because it turned out it was his own private company. Nice man, perhaps mid 50's, quite distinguished looking, hair greying, but still plenty of it.

Maybe I was cruel to suggest mid fifties, because he could have passed for late 40's. Okay, I'll be honest. I wanted to sound like I was good at picking ages. He does only look late forties, but one of the other women at the party told me he was 56. I was really stunned, he looked good for his age, must work out, although he's not muscly in any way.

Anyhow, I met him at the front door of his home when Gerard and I arrived. The boss was standing there with his wife, greeting guests. I was impressed, it was a nice touch by Alan ... that is the name of the boss ... and his wife is Susan. She is a good ten years younger than he and I guessed it might be a second marriage for Alan, if not for both of them.

I didn't get to speak to Alan again after meeting him at the front door, but I was conscious of his presence. In spite of there being at least 50 people there, it seemed like every time that I turned around, I saw Alan standing somewhere nearby, staring at me. Actually, staring doesn't sound quite right. He was certainly looking intently, but it wasn't like he was ogling me, there was nice warmth in his eyes. I was perhaps a little unnerved that he always seemed to be nearby ... but at the same time, I must admit that I felt a little thrill that this mature man appeared to be showing such interest in me.

Late in the evening, it was near to midnight, I headed off to find the bathroom. As expected with 50 people in this house, it was occupied, with two waiting outside. Just as I was jigging up and down, trying to tell my body that I didn't really need to pee that urgently, Alan's younger wife, Susan appeared in the hallway.

"You look like this queue may not be moving quickly enough for you," Susan suggested, "follow me, I will show you to another."

I followed her down the hallway, up a flight of stairs and to a first floor bathroom. I have to tell you I am not the type to lust for other women's bodies. Bisexual is not a word in my vocabulary. So maybe it was the alcohol, but as I followed the pretty Susan up the stairs, I couldn't help but admire her shapely body, the buns curving just right ... and great legs. She oozed confidence too.

Susan threw open this second bathroom door and I anxiously hurried in, lifting my dress and hooking my thumbs into my panties as I scrambled to perch on the toilet seat and relieve myself of the liquid remains of half a dozen glasses of good quality wine. I was already in mid pee before I looked up and realised, to my surprise, that Susan had followed me into the bathroom. Not that she was being overtly sexual or confronting. On the contrary, she had stepped over to the vanity and was concentrating on attending to refreshing her make-up. It's just that I wasn't accustomed to using the toilet with someone else in the room.

She didn't even turn to address me, just stared at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, dabbing at her face, as she said, "Alan likes you very much, have you noticed him?"

I thought I heard her correctly, but being slightly intoxicated, I sought clarity, because it seemed a strange thing for her to be telling me. "I'm sorry Susan, what was that?"

"I said that my husband, Alan likes you very much, have you noticed him looking at you tonight?"

Of course I had, nearly every time I turned around, but I was surprised that his wife would know that. "Yes, I ... err, yes I did. I didn't quite know what to make of it. I thought I might be imagining it," I stumbled through my response.

"Oh, you didn't imagine it. He finds you attractive, in fact, he finds you very attractive." I had by now finished peeing and was wiping as delicately as I could in this strange presence of another woman. Susan now turned to stare directly at me, "He has told me more than once tonight that he wants you, Jill."

I was stunned, did she mean want the way I think she meant want? "Wants me ... do you mean...?"

"Yes Jill, he wants to make love to you." She said it so matter-of-factly as if she was saying 'he wants to take you out to dinner,' except that's not what she said. She had actually said that her own husband wanted to make love to me.

"You're joking," I said, forcing a laugh to accompany my words.

Susan was unmoved by my astonished half smile, "No I'm not, he really does want you ... and usually what my husband wants, he gets. That's the way he is."

"Well, he can't this time, I'm married Susan, I'm happily married to Gerard."

"Oh, I'm sure you are, most of the other women have been too, but that didn't stop them from accepting his offer ... and I am happily married to him myself."

"Other women?" I gasped, "he has been with other women, and you don't mind."

"No I don't, it's what he likes doing, it brings him great pleasure, so who am I to deny him? You see, Alan is a very sexual man, and if he sees a woman he wants ... a woman he desires, he expects to have them. You may find this odd - many women do - but being his wife, I have to make his expectations really happen. So Jill, when would be most convenient for you? Do you work through the week?"

'How dare she,' I thought, presuming that I would agree to such a ridiculous suggestion. Yet unthinking, I answered her last question first, before realising that I would imply commitment, "Tuesdays, I have Tuesdays off."

Well, she asked did I work through the week and I answered that I have Tuesdays off. Susan simply took that as my answer to her previous question of 'when would be most convenient for you?'

"Great, then Tuesday it is, what time suits?" Susan replied, seemingly locking me in before I had actually said yes ... before I had told this woman if I would agree to have her husband make love to me.

Maybe I should have been more indignant, that I should have told her how offended I was by her suggestion, that I loved my husband so much that I would never entertain the idea of having sex with her husband. "Never mind a time now, I will call you Monday to firm up the arrangements," she continued.

"No ... no, I didn't say yes," I stressed. "I didn't agree that I wanted him too. Susan, your husband is a very handsome and distinguished looking man, quite mature. I am sure you find him to be a great partner, perhaps even a great lover. But I can't do that with him, no matter how much he might profess to want me. It would be so wrong, I love my husband very much."

"Maybe it is because you love him so much that you will do this for him, to help you both in his career," suggested Susan.

"What on earth do you mean, how can having another man make love to me possibly help my husband's career?"

Susan and I swapped places. Having completed my peeing and drying, I had stepped across to the mirror to check my appearance. Susan stepped around me and backed up to the toilet, hoisting her dress and using thumbs and fingers to drop her panties to around her knees and pee.

"Your husband has just joined this company, right? He is junior management right now, not even middle management. But, managers who please my husband have been known to have quite meteoric rises in the company."

"Are you suggesting that my husband could get an early promotion if I was to let your husband have me?"

"Yes of course, that's the way it works around here. Did you meet Terry and Carol downstairs ... she is that striking tall brunette, nearly six feet tall. You can't miss her, stands out in a crowd."

"Yes, I did notice them."

"Well, six months ago, Terry was just one of the sales team, not in management at all, lower down the ladder than even your husband is now. A deal was put to Carol and Terry and here he is, Group Director of Sales."

"Do you mean that he got that quick promotion because his wife slept with your husband?"

Susan laughed, "They didn't do much sleeping, Jill, but yes, that's exactly correct. She had a few intimate meetings with Alan and, coincidentally, her husband's career took off. The exact same thing can happen for you and ... err, Gerard."

I was curious, "Did Terry know that his wife helped him?"

"He sure did, they obviously decided that it was a worthwhile investment to make in their futures ... share his wife with his boss for a short time. But not all wives tell their husbands, I guess it depends on whether they think that their man can handle it." Susan had finished peeing and was applying the toilet paper to wipe between her thighs. It seemed so weird to be discussing something this important while we each used the toilet. "What do you think you'll do, can he handle it, will you tell him, or keep it as your very own secret?"

Again, her words implied that I had already agreed. I needed to correct that impression, "I told you I don't intend to do anything with your husband."

"That's a real shame, he could have had a very promising career here, but not without your help."

Susan seemed to be already referring to Gerard's career in the past. "This is blackmail," I protested.

"That's an awful word, Jill, Alan and I just consider it a worthwhile investment in your husband's career."

"So you're saying that he won't go anywhere without my help."

"Without a doubt ... Jill, you hold the key! Now, will I book you in for this Tuesday?"

"No ... I mean, I don't know. I don't think I could ... Gerard and I have only been married for five years, I love him very much," I was reasoning with her as much as with myself.

"This is not about love, Jill. Nobody's asking you to stop loving your husband, you just need to give your body to my Alan ... and only a few times. I regret to tell you that he will soon tire of you and move on to another attractive woman. But he is a very honourable man and Gerard will be rewarded for your efforts, whether he knows about it or not." Susan walked to the door and opened it, turning to look back at me, "So is the morning on Tuesday good for you? Would you prefer 9, 10 or 11 ... a.m., that is?"

"Can I call you?" I said, my initial resolve already weakening under the threat of Gerard's career stagnating unless I complied.

"I will call you," said Susan and she was gone from the bathroom, leaving me standing there, leaning against the vanity, pondering the decision I would need to make.

Chapter Two

Driving home with Gerard from the party, I was feeling overtly sexual. I couldn't sit still in my seat, fidgeting around, being very giggly. It was probably the amount of wine I had consumed, but then it was also the suggestion that Susan had made to me in the upstairs bathroom.

Alan and Susan walked us to their front door when we declared we were leaving. The two men shook hands and then Gerard turned to place a chaste kiss on the cheek of Susan and Alan reached forward and grasped my hand in his. I felt his warmth and tingles connecting with my palm. His face came forward and I thought for a moment he was going to kiss me on the lips, but his mouth turned aside to my cheek and he kissed there. His face alongside mine, I heard him whisper, "I look forward to seeing you again real soon ... you are indeed a beautiful woman."

I am sure I blushed and I turned to see Gerard and Susan watching us. "Okay, let's go," I said anxiously, embarrassed that our spouses had seen the intimate moment Alan and I shared.

After five minutes driving, Gerard turned to me, "It looks like my lovely wife impressed Alan."

Nervously, I turned to Gerard, "Why, what do you mean?"

"There looked to be some electricity between you and he at the front door. Did you get to talk to him through the evening?"

"No, it's crazy, the only time I got to talk to him was walking in the front door and walking out."

"Really ... well, it sure looked like you made an impression. That's a good thing, darling, it really is."

"Is it?" I queried, starting to wonder what he might know.

"Yes it is! You see, others have told me that it's helpful to one's career if Alan approves of the wife. So what do you think, we might have a good career here."

"What does approve of the wife mean?" I asked tentatively, testing to see what he already knew.

"No one really got into that, honey, it was just a suggestion that he could be a bit of a lech, so if you can handle him looking you up and down whenever you two meet, it could go down very well for us."

Further testing the water, I asked my husband, "So do you think I should encourage him, Gerard?"

"Sure, if it feels right for you ... it certainly couldn't hurt us."

Was I going to take that as a sign of his tacit approval for me having Alan make love to me when my poor husband really didn't know what I meant by encourage?

It looked like I might, as in my alcoholic haze, I began to warm to Susan's suggestion for Tuesday morning. My hands went down to my thighs and my palms touched either side of my dress. I raised my arse up off the car seat and my palms pushed the hem of the dress higher until all of my thighs were exposed. I half turned in my seat to face my husband and my hands went under my dress and I pulled my panties down over my hips, along my exposed thighs, over my knees and let them drop to the floor of the car.

Then I lifted one foot up over the gear console between the seats and rested my heel in Gerard's lap. I backed up against the door and parted the other leg to face the front of the car, opening up my now naked pubic area. My body was lit every few seconds as we passed under street lighting. Gerard had by now slowed the car and was stealing glances at my exposed mound. I didn't look down, but I suspect that he would see glistening drops of my juices on the parted lips.

There would be no more talk of Alan for now, but he would remain constantly in my thoughts as Gerard reached across and stroked his fingers up and down my spread labia lips. I sighed aloud and wriggled my heel against his rising cock. My husband's fingers quickly took control of my intense arousal and they played between my budding clitoris and my vaginal opening. Occasionally, one or two fingers would steal an invading push inside my passage to finger fuck me, only to withdraw and then the whole group of fingers would collect at my clit and roll around and around it. The whole episode didn't take long and soon my body was rising and falling on the manipulations of Gerard's intimate finger fuck. I came solidly -- and loudly, my body humping on his hand as the waves of pleasure rolled through me.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that Gerard had stopped the car. We were parked on a suburban street, there were houses all around us, and I wondered if anyone had heard my climax. I can get a bit loud when I cum well. "Is it safe to be stopped here?" I asked him, looking anxiously around me.

Gerard hunched his shoulders, "I think so, it's a good neighbourhood."

I looked around again, checking to see that there were no passers-by, then I withdrew my foot from my husband's lap, changed my position so that my head was headed over to his side of the car. I kissed him passionately, our mouths open and wet, and then my fingers pulled his trouser zipper down, reached in and extracted his by now bulging cock, and I closed my mouth over the top of it.

I worked my mouth up and down over his shaft, my lips licking and slurping around the head as I strove to bring Gerard to as quick a finish as I had. The humping of his pelvis up at me as I strove to take all of his cock shaft into my mouth kept banging the side of my head against the steering wheel, but I was oblivious to any discomfort. I just wanted his cum in my mouth, to bring him to as satisfying a finish as I had just enjoyed. I didn't always enjoy swallowing his cum, but tonight that was my intention.

I felt his shaft bulging, heard his breathing giving me the signs, and I intensified my sucking motions until Gerard's cock could not hold back any longer and his cum blasted hotly into the cavern of my mouth. I gulped down the first spray, making room for the voluminous discharge of his creamy cum that was to follow.

I held my position until I was sure I had it all, then I suctioned my lips up firmly over his cock-head, wiping him clean as I withdrew. I lifted my head off him and raised my face up to his. He would be able to see the white traces all over my lips as I leaned into him and kissed him passionately once more, transferring the residue of his cum back to its provider.

"Share and share alike," he said as our lips parted and I saw the same white traces now on his open mouth.

"That's for sure," I said with a giggle. "Wow darling, that was quite intense."

"You started it," he said, "by suggestively taking your panties off in the car."

"I had to have you now, even before we got home, I couldn't wait," I said, my thoughts again on Alan and the possibility of having him on Tuesday even as my husband's loving cum was still rolling down my throat. 'Can I go through with it?' I thought, then answered myself, 'the sex-pot who just did that in the front seat of a car in a suburban street could, that's for sure.'

We drove on home and quickly undressed for bed. My body was charged up and we had full-on sex all over again.

Chapter Three

I felt so guilty, lying there in my marital bed, having just denied sex to my husband on this Tuesday morning ... a morning that held such illicit temptation for me. Did I have to deny Gerard his conjugal rights, could that not make him suspicious since I was usually so ready for whatever he wanted to do sexually?

Yes, I did have to deny. Why? Because Susan instructed me to, in a phone call to me on Sunday afternoon, giving me an extensive list of instructions. First and foremost, I was not to have another man -- that only means Gerard since there was no other man -- cum inside me in the 24 hours prior to Alan arriving on Tuesday morning.




His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 01



So I made sure that Gerard and I did it on Sunday night, hoping to wear him out a bit, take the edge off his needs so that he wouldn't demand sex again until after Tuesday. On Monday evening, I feigned a headache and went to bed early, even wearing panties which is normally a no-no in our bed.

But this morning, just before he rose at 6.30am, Gerard had tried to get me interested. He used all the usual male tools, lips and mouth on my nipples, his bulging cock bumping against whatever skin he could find as his fingers tried to get at my arse when I wouldn't let them near my pubic mound.

I attempted to sound drowsy with sleep, promising him eventually that we could do it that night. But all the while, I wondered what condition I might be in that evening. Would Alan be a gentle lover, or would he be hard and aggressive, would he take me more than once. Could my passage be worn out by tonight?

I lay in the bed, my eyes peeping through the hooded lids, watching Gerard dress for work, knowing that my poor husband was unsuspecting of what would be going on in this bed just hours from now. I actually was wide awake, I hadn't slept since 4am, so apprehensive and nervous was I about the commitment that I had made to secure our -- Gerard's and mine -- future.

I had thought of nothing else since Susan made the invitation to me at the party on Saturday night and until she called me on the phone late Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, Gerard was outside washing the car so I could talk to her freely.

"Can you talk?" Susan had said when I picked up the phone.

"Yes," I answered nervously, knowing that it was now decision time and I still didn't know what I wanted to do ... wasn't sure if I should go through with it.

"So are you right for Tuesday, Jill?" she asked as if she was lining up a trip to the shops.

"He still wants to go through with this ... Alan I mean," I said, so nervous that my hand that held the phone was shaking.

"Of course, he wouldn't have had me make the offer to you at our party unless he was deadly serious. In his mind, Alan must have you, he must make love to you, and the sooner the better."

Somehow, those simple words of Alan's need did it ... the decision that I had wrestled with for the past 18 hours, was made with a flippant, "Okay, how does ten o'clock sound?"

I could hear Susan's voice rise enthusiastically, maybe she had doubts that I would agree, I certainly had. "That's wonderful, Jill, Alan will be very pleased. I am too, whatever makes my husband happy makes me happy. I can promise that you won't be disappointed either. I will have to leave him alone on Monday night now, so that he is at his best for you on Tuesday morning. Ah, the price I pay for him. Tell me Jill, have you and Gerard discussed this at all?"

I hesitated, "No ... err, no, we haven't. I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Maybe he would have been alright with it, but I just couldn't find the words."

"That's okay Jill, we just need to know so that Alan doesn't let it slip when he promotes him."

Her words pleased me, she was already talking about Gerard's promotion and I hadn't even slept with Alan yet. It reassured me that if I could go through with this, they would keep their word.

Monday had been a difficult day for me, fortunately I was at work. But still, I found my thoughts dwelling on the decision I had made. What effects might it have on my marriage? What would happen if Gerard found out before I plucked up the courage to tell him? What if I never told him, after all this affair with Alan was unlikely to last more than a few weeks, judging by what Susan had said about Alan tiring of his conquests? Mixed with all of that was the overall question of whether I had made the right decision. That would plague me right up until the moment that Alan knelt on my bed.

I said that there was a set of rules I had to follow. So, the minute that Gerard left for work that Tuesday morning, I bounced out of bed, went to the kitchen and ate a hearty breakfast for nourishment since I might not get lunch today. That raised the question of how long he -- a busy executive and company director -- might be able to stay. Was this going to be one quick episode of around 30 minutes, or could I expect to still be here in bed with him into the afternoon?

I went to the bathroom and had my morning shower. Then I sat naked at my vanity table and applied dabs of perfume in all of the likely strategic spots that Alan might explore on my body. There was a twinge of excitement mixed with the nervousness, both increasing in intensity the closer I got to 10am. Then, as instructed, I selected the lingerie items that Susan had nominated that I must be wearing when he arrived. Fortunately, although most of the items were what one would call sexy lingerie, I had them all from my wedding trousseau.

My panties were virginal white and a thong style where the thin strip of material becomes hidden within the crease of my arse. My nylon stockings were white too, held tightly in place by the straps and suspenders that hung down from the white lacy garter belt clasped around my waist just above the elasticised top of my panties. A pastel blue silk camisole showed off the shape of my breasts that were bra-less beneath.

Susan had instructed me that I was to listen for the sound of Alan's car arriving on my driveway, peep through the curtains to check that it was his Rolls Royce car. I was then to unlock the front door and immediately proceed to my bedroom and climb into bed ... it had to be the main bedroom that I shared with my husband. I was then to cover myself only with the top sheet. Alan would find his way through my house to the bedroom. I was not to say anything unless he spoke first.

He was due at 10am. Nervously, I was ready at 9.30, so anxious about what I was about to do -- to cheat on my husband for my husband's long-term benefit - that I wanted it over with quickly. At 9.45, I was so churned up that I felt like my bowels were moving. 'Oh no, not now, I am all spotlessly clean and sweet smelling for whatever happens within my body and my house doesn't have a bidet.'

I talked myself out of needing to go to the toilet. From 9.50, every minute seemed like it took five minutes. I went to the mirror to check my appearance half a dozen times, just making sure that I looked as good as I could.

The lounge room clock chimed 10am, I peeped out the front window for the tenth time this morning ... no sign of the Rolls Royce. 10.05am and I felt the need to pee ... 'what, again?' But just at that moment, I heard the sound of a car, close enough that it was probably pulling up on my driveway. I peeped out, sure enough, a green Rolls Royce. I dashed across to the front door and unlocked it. Forgetting the urge to pee of only one minute ago, I scurried down the hallway to the main bedroom at the back of the house.

I half ran across to the bed like my about-to-be lover was chasing me and dropped down onto my back, drawing the top sheet up high enough to cover my breasts. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, listening for the sound of a strange man in my house. I was shivering, was I cold in skimpy lingerie and only a sheet for covering ... or was it the nerves of doing this outrageous and sinful thing? Was it too late now if I turned to him as he entered my bedroom and said 'I'm sorry, I've changed my mind.'

But I didn't. I heard his light footsteps coming down the hall and I tensed my whole body, my fingers scrunching to grip the bottom sheet. I still stared straight up at the ceiling. In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of the shape of a man in the doorway to my bedroom. I slowly turned my head toward the door and confirmed that it was indeed Alan, the owner of the company my husband now worked for. He was immaculately dressed in a grey suit with crisp white shirt and tie and the furled corners of a handkerchief coming from his top pocket. He was the epitome of the successful businessman.

I attempted a weak smile as I anxiously watched him bridge the gap between the doorway and the edge of the bed. He stood beside the bed, gazing down at me and I managed a better, warmer smile. I desperately wanted to speak, to say 'Welcome to my home' or 'Am I what you expected?' or some other icebreaker, but I distinctly recalled Susan telling me not to say anything unless he spoke first. I wished that he would.

After gazing down at my face and the shape of my body, covered by the sheet, for nearly a minute, Alan's hand reached out and took the top edge of the sheet and drew it back off me. Now he could see me lying there in a cami that only reached my waist, below which he could see the garter belt, panties and stockings, the array of white contrasting with the tan of my skin where it was exposed.

I watched his eyes roam over my body, taking in all of me, a look of approval on his face, and I felt proud. Yet still he never spoke. He dropped the sheet that now covered only my shins and feet and began to remove his suit jacket. While he looked the type to neatly hang all his clothes as he removed them, he instead tossed his coat on a nearby chair. Then one hand reached down and he removed each shoe, one at a time. His hands went to his tie and he loosened, then removed that. His shirt was next and he undid the buttons one by one while his eyes continued to roam up and down my shapely body.

By now, I had relaxed enough that my fingers no longer gripped the bottom sheet. I watched his shirt come off, exposing his bare chest. For a man of 56, he looked good, only a light covering of hair and a great six-pack. His hands dropped to his waist and unbuckled his belt, then lowered his trouser zipper. I tensed again, was I going to see his equipment before he had even touched me or kissed me. Damn, why wouldn't he speak? I felt that I needed him to tell me himself how much he wanted me.

He let his trousers fall, leaving him standing there in only satin boxers, a prominent bulge evident but not stretching the material. He lifted his feet to step out of his trousers and they ended up on the chair along with his shirt, coat and tie. One knee on the bed and I felt the mattress beneath me move slightly from his weight on the edge. Then the second knee and he shuffled closer to my body.

Alan reached out a hand and touched the silk cami, tracing his fingers across my silk covered breasts, one after the other. My body shivered from the electric sensation of the touch of this mature near naked man. Just that one hand continued to run across my camisole-covered chest, his fingertips teasing the nipples that quickly erected under his touch. Impulsively, a moan escaped from my lips, my body's natural reaction to how he was making me feel.

His tracing fingers headed lower, past the hem of the cami and lightly touching the smooth skin of my tummy both before and after crossing over the garter belt. They were touching the front of my panties and my lower body trembled in anticipation. Over my pubic bone and then his fingers were lightly touching my mound. 'Oh my God, I wish he would kiss me.' His fingers didn't linger at my pubis, they just kept tracing, found the soft smooth skin of my upper thighs between my panties and the tops of my stockings. Involuntarily, at his touch, my thighs parted slightly, encouraging him to touch me where I was more sensitive.

He did, but then those fingers returned to my mound and pressed against my panties there. I felt like I was already wet and wondered if he could feel that too. My pelvis did a little twist to convey how much I liked the feel of his fingers on my body and I sighed too to confirm it. My eyes noted that his satin boxers were now stretched fully, the material tented around the firm horizontal shape of his erection. It looked impressive in profile.

Both of his hands took hold of my silk camisole and began to lift it up over the twin peaks of my breasts, but the material caught under my back. I lifted my upper body to help him release the cami and he raised it to above my shoulders. I brought my arms up and he removed the camisole completely. My breasts, still perky at 30, were now exposed to his gaze and I watched his eyes admiring them before his head swooped down and his mouth engulfed first one then the other.

His bent-over body was so close to me, his knees at my elbows, that I could have reached out and touched his hard-on that was still concealed in his satin boxers. Would he want me to do that or could that ruin his seduction? I had the impression that he was a controlling man, what with having his wife set up this meeting without his saying a word to me, and with all the instructions of how I should prepare.

His lips were now doing wonderful things to my arousal, sucking my nipples into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing the tightened areola, and his tongue swiping and swirling around the erected nipples. His fingers continued ever so gently to run up and down my dampening panties, tracing my widening pubic slit.

My fears and nerves were evaporating under his masterful touch and I was no longer aloof. I could no longer be the innocent seductee drawn to this man by what he could do for my husband's career. Already I was becoming a willing participant in an illicit moment between two consenting adults.

I just had to do it, my hand reached out and touched his hardened shape within his satin boxers. I closed my fingers around the shaft and I gently pulled on his hard-on. There was no obvious reaction, his mouth never missed a beat on my breasts and his stroking fingers continued to gently trace my now puffy outer lips.

Emboldened, I slipped my ovaled fingers along his shaft and gripped the head firmly. His fingers on the hand at my mound slid up over the front of my panties and slipped down inside, the skin of his fingers touching my most sensitive parts for the first time. I let my thighs splay wide in implied invitation to explore more and the pad of two fingers found my emerging clitoris. My body almost leaped off the bed, I was on fire. The sound of my emotional and passionate moaning filled the silence in my bedroom.

His fingers played around and around my hardening clit and my lower body began to hump under his ministrations, then his fingers swooped down between the spread lips of my labia until they found my vaginal opening and two pushed inside me with urgency. The invasion caught me by surprise. While I was wet and you could say I was ready, the sudden insertion of his fingers caused me to wince and loudly verbalise the sensation.

I jerked harder on his cock in reaction and his free hand swiftly removed my hand from him, reminding me who was in control of my seduction. The two fingers in my vagina were gone from inside me as quickly as they had come in, and they re-found my clitoris and resumed the enormous effect that was having on my body internally. I felt the pulsing and the throbbing building and knew that he could bring me off at any moment. My body was already his to control.

My humping intensified, my arse lifting clear off the bed rapidly now, my breathing all gaspy and deep. He had dismissed my hand from his cock so I reached out and my palm and fingers gripped his naked thigh. I had to hold on to some part of him as I felt the wave of orgasm sweeping through my body until it surfaced in a pounding, throbbing climax. My other hand shot up to my face and I pushed the back of it against my open mouth in an attempt to stifle the loud sounds of my pulsing orgasm.

Alan was very considerate, he stilled his rummaging fingers while I peaked and then subsided down the other side. I closed my eyes, shutting out the reality that I had just committed adultery for the first time, that I had willingly allowed a lover to sexually claim my body. How did I feel? Yes, there was some guilt and I was sure there would be more later. But for the moment, I just concentrated on the intensity of what Alan had just put my body through. He showed signs of being everything that his wife had proclaimed.

As those intense feelings of arousal dimmed, I wondered what he had planned for me next. I didn't have to wait long to find out. I felt his hands grasping my panties and tugging them down to my ankles, forcing me to bring my legs back together momentarily. When he pulled them clear of my feet, my legs naturally splayed open again, as if it was the expected thing to do. Sort of, 'here is my body, take me,' I thought to myself, amazed at how brazenly wanton I had become from experiencing just one orgasm at his hands.

I felt him move between my thighs, his fingers from both hands gently stroking the smooth skin of the insides, each stroke bringing the fingers closer to my exposed mound. I knew that my outer lips would by now be widely parted, he would be gazing down on the wet pinky lining of my most intimate area, all of the bits laid out before him.

I felt his fingers reach out and touch my clit once more. It was so sensitive now that my whole body jerked in reaction. I looked up to see him smiling above me. I felt that there was some movement happening further down the bed and it didn't involve me. I peeped downward, over the peaks of my twin mounds, eager to see the unveiling of the cock that was obviously about to plunder deeply into my insides.

He dropped his boxers down his legs and there it was, his erection bounced into my view as his covering was removed. Its appearance was new to me, my husband was uncircumcised, but this one stood up proud and hard and so smooth, not a wrinkle of skin anywhere, the head and it's tiny moisture-tipped eye so exposed, but not unattractive.

His boxers gone, he caught me looking at it and he smiled at me. I wished he would speak, I wanted him to say something ... anything, maybe that he liked my body, or even that I was beautiful, whatever, just tell me something for us to connect.

But instead, he just lowered his pelvis down between my spread thighs and I felt the smooth head of his hard cock nudge right on target at the entrance to my vagina. He allowed it to slide up and down in the slippery channel formed by my very open labia and I loved every stroke of the cock-head. But then he was nudging it at my entrance once more and this time I felt it push into my most intimate region.

He was considerate, only lodging the cock-head inside me, allowing me a moment to adjust the way my body lay, opening me up for the remainder of his insertion. I must have signalled with my eyes that I was ready because he smiled warmly at me and I felt, as much as saw, his pelvis thrust and several inches of his cock pushed inside me.

Other than being circumcised, I hadn't seen much difference in Alan from my husband, but the feel of him in there told me that this hard cock was slightly wider, and as he pushed it all the way home, I figured also maybe half an inch longer. It fitted very tightly, but nice!

We lay there like that for a long moment, each of us soaking up the intensity of a man's cock lodged so completely within the passage of a woman. Then, just as he had allowed enough time without activity for me to start fretting, asking myself why was I here right now, allowing this adulterous moment to happen ... his cock moved.

It withdrew slowly, my wet inner lining gripping it every inch of the way out, clinging to it as if unwilling to let it leave the hidden confines of my vagina. But just when only the swollen head remained, he thrust his pelvis forward again and the hard mass pushed all the way back inside and my whole body moved around the intruder in appreciation.

No pausing this time, he slipped into a rhythm of thrusts and pulls that soon had my body humming. He was good at this, ensuring that I felt every inch of his hard driving shaft as it plundered my very depths, each stroke exacting maximum effect. I felt my body responding once more. How could that be, how could this man draw this much from me when making love with my beloved Gerard was usually only good for one orgasm.




His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 01



'Don't count your chickens before they hatch,' I told myself with a hackneyed cliché, believing that as good as this felt, I wasn't there yet and his cum may arrive before mine. But I need not have concerned myself with that, because Alan showed no sign of weakening. In fact, his rhythm picked up a notch and that was all it would take to send me soaring over the top again. My arms and legs were folded around him, my heels digging into his arse cheeks, riding him into me.

He slowed enough for me to draw the most from my second orgasm, and then when he thought I looked like I was recovering, he picked up the beat once again. I was revelling in the experience of this man, but also wondering how many women there had been. How often had he practised on other women to perfect his technique to be as good as this?

As his hard driving strokes outlasted anything I had previously experienced with Gerard, I wondered just how long Alan could go on. Did he have some deficiency, perhaps he was unable to cum ... these things happened to men of his age.

Damn, I was starting to feel good again. I mean ... it was all good, that firm driving rhythm of a competent man making love to a woman. No, what I mean was I was starting to feel like I could cum again. But I knew that couldn't be. Surely no woman could have three orgasms in such quick succession. But, 'My God, all the signs are there ... I just might make it ... if he can just keep this up for another ... oh, what will it take, maybe only another minute.'

Then I heard his breathing change, it had quickened and was heavy and deeper. Then I felt his strokes getting a touch shorter and the size of him seemed to bulge inside me. He was definitely close, it was turning into a race to the finish. Would I make it before him? Oh damn, why did it matter so? An hour ago, I would have been happy with one, now I was craving a third. I humped back at him, eagerly pushing my body to go over the edge.

When I felt the splash of his cum deep inside me, I had a momentary thought of 'never mind, it's all good anyway.' But then, mine hit again and I was peaking with him, my body pounding back at his, accepting his discharge into me, as the waves of delirious pleasure washed over me.

Discharge ... into me? Oh, my God no ... his cum, I could feel it splashing around inside me. That wasn't supposed to happen. I had no protection, he was not wearing a condom ... I had stopped taking the pill a month ago, Gerard and I now both so eager to conceive a baby. But not from this man, I didn't want his sperm - not my new lover, as handsome as he may be. I wanted my child to look like Gerard and I.

Too late, I couldn't stop it now. Thousands of his sperm had already been unleashed inside me. I could only hope that I wasn't fertile this day. I didn't think I was, at least that's what I would tell myself as I lay here in my marital bed, weighed down by the warm smooth body of this mature man ... a man who could do so much for Gerard's career. His throbbing cock, still spurting the last of his cum deep into my hot body.

What now, I thought as I lay there, reflecting on the awkwardness of the post-sex moments with a man I had barely spoken to, that I barely knew. Would he at last speak to me, would he offer words of endearment, tell me how good it felt to be inside my tight vagina? Would he tell me that this was one of the best he had ever had, because I could happily admit that to him if I was game? It had been intense, it had been a wonderful human experience.

He stayed inside me for a long time, his body lying atop me, flattening me to the bed. When his cock had diminished to perhaps half its size, he at last withdrew and his body flopped down alongside me, on his side, facing me, his hand draped possessively across my belly. I turned my head to look at him, his eyes were closed, and within five minutes, his heavy breathing told me he was asleep ... in my bed, at 11am in the morning.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, reflecting on all that had just happened. How did I feel, did I feel like a cheating wife, or could I content myself with having completed this act as a contribution to my married life ... that I had just somehow secured Gerard's future career. When I thought of how much pleasure I had drawn from this man in one hour, it didn't seem like such a high price to pay.

Several times, I turned my head to look at him, his head on the pillow beside me, asleep and oblivious to my thoughts. I wondered if that was it, would that be all for today? Was I expected to lie here with him, maybe drop asleep too. I don't think I could, my body still buzzing from three orgasms. Maybe when he woke, he would be all ready to go again ... would I have more? Goodness, could I cope with any more?

I did eventually drift asleep myself. I woke with a start, quickly collecting my thoughts. Yes, I was in my bed in the middle of the day, and a stranger had just made love to me ... well, sort of a stranger. He wasn't there now, I looked at the clock -- 11.50am. I looked around my room, then I saw his clothes still on the chair. He was still here, somewhere. Then I heard the shower running, he was making himself at home.

Should I get up and go and join him in there, rouse his cock back to life ... is that what he would want ... is that what I would want? Too late, I heard the water turn off. Moments later, he reappeared, still naked, his body damp, a fine figure of a man, his cock still just a little raised. I looked at him expectantly, wanting to say so much, but recalling Susan's instruction not to speak unless he did first. How stupid was that?

He stood beside the bed, looking down at me, as if deciding whether to go for more. I watched his eyes examine my body and I got embarrassed at how my pubic area must now look, there would no doubt be a white trail of his cum that had leaked from inside me. Damn him, why should I worry, he put it there.

Still without saying a word to me, he turned and began picking up his clothing and putting each article on in silence. I felt a twinge of disappointment that it was over already. He even re-tied his tie, then he stepped to the side of the bed, bent over and kissed me on the lips, quite passionately and with tongue. Then he straightened up and, would you believe, he spoke, "Same time next Tuesday, same arrangements."

He had spoken, I was now free to. "It was good," I told him eagerly, then added, "it was very good ... you were...!" to emphasise to him how much I enjoyed it.

"I know," he said. What a cocky bastard!

He turned and was gone, out of my bedroom, and out of my house as I heard the front door slam. I lay there luxuriating in the warm feelings that still enveloped my body. He had indeed been very good, I thought that he was much better than even his wife had predicted, but then I had probably played down her assessment, not accepting that any man could be that proficient in bed.

I could cope with this, a wonderful diversion in my married life each Tuesday morning ... yes, I could cope with it for as long as it would take before Alan would tire of me and move on to another conquest. 'I wonder how many executive vacancies he needs to fill?' I pondered.

But I already knew that in the next few hours, the feelings of guilt would emerge and that they would peak the closer I got to my husband's return this evening. Would I need to tell him at some stage, to reveal that I was doing this illicit thing only to further his career at this company? How would he take that? Would he pat me on the back and encouragingly tell me, "Good girl, you're doing a great service for our future." Or, on the down side, would he swear and curse and call me all sorts of names, like slut and whore, maybe even throw me out.

 To be continued 



His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 02



Jill met her husband's boss, Alan at a party. Immediately, Alan decides he wants the spouse of his new employee, so he used his wife, Susan to set up a sexual liaison. Jill takes up the story... 

Chapter Four

I did go through all the emotions that I expected that I would experience after my illicit sex session with Gerard's boss. By the time that my husband arrived home, I had convinced myself that he would walk in, take one look at me and know what had happened in this house that morning. I felt so guilty that I expected him to say, "I can see you've had sex with someone today ... was it anyone I know?"

I had been married for five years and until a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of having any other man enter my body. I was that content with my husband. And despite the guilt I was now feeling as I awaited his return from work, I realised that a week was a long time. By next Tuesday morning at 10am, I knew that I would be waiting expectantly in my sexy lingerie for Alan to come and do me again.

Gerard came in the front door, put his brief case down, gave me a kiss and asked, "So how was your day?"

"Nice!" I said, "you know me darling, I always enjoy my day off."

"Well, I hope you missed me, Jill, because you were none too sexy this morning. Do you remember, I thought we might start the day with a quickie, but you rebuffed me. That's the first time you've ever denied me. I was very hurt honey, so I hope you're ready to catch that one up tonight."

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Sorry about that, I just didn't feel like it this morning. But I am ready and hot tonight, so keep this on the boil," I told him, squeezing the bulge in his trousers.

He gave me a cheeky grin in response and I was reassured that my daylong apprehension that Gerard might read my emotions was unfounded. Everything in my marriage was great, and the icing on the cake was my new Tuesday morning diversion.

Can you women readers relate to how something exciting might have happened in your day and you can't wait to tell your partner that night? The only problem when you have just cheated on your husband is that when highlights of that day come to your mind, you really can't repeat them.

That evening, I would think, 'I must tell Gerard about my coming three times this morning. Oh, that's right, no I can't tell him about that, he wouldn't be impressed.' Then a little while later, I thought, 'I should tell Gerard about having my first circumcised cock ... oh shit no, I can't say that.'

Chapter Five 

Susan called me at work on Friday morning. "Hi Jill, I meant to get to you before this, but I have just been so busy, please forgive me."

"Yes, yes, that's okay. I really didn't expect you to call, because Alan left me with 'same time next week, same arrangements.' So I just figured that further planning was unnecessary. After all, I know what to do, and what not to do now."

"Jill, I will always follow up with you. Now, have you thought about what lingerie you'll wear on Tuesday?"

"Do I get a choice, Susan?"

"Yes you do Jill. Now that you passed the test with Alan, I don't need to stage manage the affair so much. You see, the selection of what lingerie the woman would wear was my idea. He doesn't really mind, he is so obsessed with getting into the woman of his desires at that time. So I added the lingerie bit and he really likes it now. When he comes home to me that night, I get him to tell me what lingerie the woman was wearing. He describes it to me in great detail and then I take my robe off and he sees that I have the exact same items of lingerie ... same colours too. It knocks him out, he gives me a great fucking. I love it."

"Wow, that's quite kinky," I added.

"You might get an insight into why I tolerate his wandering eye and cock. After I reveal that I am wearing the same underwear that his chosen woman was wearing that day, I then get him to describe how the sex was between the two and we pretty much copy it. He gets what he wants, a variety of women, and I get what I want, some exciting sex games, you know role-playing and all. You might think we're a strange couple, but it works for us."

"So what do you want me to wear on Tuesday? I asked.

"You tell me honey, hopefully I have the same items, same colour, in my own wardrobe. By the way Jill, I need to tell you how well it went on Tuesday, he was wrapped, said you were really hot. That's good, because I was afraid that you might get cold feet, you just didn't seem totally sold on the idea to me."

"You're very observant, I was unsure all the way until Tuesday morning. Let me tell you though, my only disappointment was that he wouldn't speak to me. There was so much I wanted to say, but I felt like I was restrained, waiting for him to speak first. He didn't even say boo until just as he was going."

"It might seem strange to you Jill, but he doesn't speak for a reason. Alan considers verbal communication as one of the greatest tools in establishing a relationship between man and woman. He figures by not talking, there will be no whispered words of endearment, even words of love, and he and his chosen woman of the time will not start something that could get out of hand. When the two of them don't talk, it's not loving, it's just sex, usually good hot sex too."

So now Susan had explained it to me. I had the reason why we didn't get to speak. My husband and I went to bed, we talked a lot, and then we had great loving.

Gerard and I had a wonderful day on Sunday, I felt like we were really close that day. So much so that over dinner on Sunday night, I took a big chance. I felt so guilty that I just had to tell him. "Darling, remember how you were telling me on the way home from your boss's party that it can be helpful for a guy's career if Alan likes your wife. I think you even used the word letch to describe him."

"Yes, I did. I don't know why you're bringing it up now, but I can add to that. As some of the other guys around the office become more accepting of me, they've tended to take me into their confidence. I've been told by a couple of them that quite a lot of guys in the office have actually got an early promotion because their wife has been loaned -- that's the way they put it -- loaned to their boss. I mean, these were good promotions."

Gerard seemed impressed by the way these guys got promoted. I pushed on, figuring that my timing might be right. "Really," I said, raising my eyebrows, attempting to feign surprise, wondering how far I would go with this now that the subject was on the table. "So this Alan -- this boss of yours -- has had several wives of the guys in there?"

I was amazed at how enthusiastic Gerard seemed to be about this topic. "From what I hear honey, several might not cut it. I am talking serial seducer here, it seems like he has helped the careers of many of his employees by having sex with their wives. How's that for a power trip?"

"You sound jealous of him ... or is it admiration for him? Would you like to be promoted that way, darling? Do you want me to help your career along by doing something with Alan?"

"No, don't get me wrong, I wasn't suggesting we do that."

"Well, you did sound quite enthusiastic. I brought the subject up, darling, because I have had a call from Alan's wife."

His jaw dropped, "What, when was this?"

"Just today," I lied. There was no way I could admit to Gerard that I had already done it with Alan.

"What the hell did she say? My God, tell me honey."

"Susan said that Alan had been quite impressed by me the night of the party..."

"But Jill, that was two weeks ago, why has it taken so long for them to call now?"

"I don't know, darling," floundering for a valid reason for the delay. "Maybe he was involved with one of the other wives and didn't want two at once."

"Oh shit, so that's what was suggested, is it? That you sleep with him, I mean?"

I seized on Susan's line, "I don't think he intends to do much sleeping, Gerard. The suggestion was that if I were to let him have me, you would be in line for a promotion already."

"My God, the gall of the man, fancy him trying that on with us. So what did you say? Did you let her know that you were offended?"

"No darling, strangely enough I wasn't offended. It's odd, but I took it as a compliment. I mean, that this man would want me, someone else's wife. I had no idea what your reaction would be so I told her we would think about it. I didn't think you'd go for it at all, but it seems like you're somewhat impressed by the idea."

"No, I am not impressed when we're talking about you being with him. I don't know if impressed is the right word, but I was fascinated by his determination when we were talking about him having other guy's wives, women I didn't know and care about."

"So you have double standards, do you darling? It's okay for him to do what he wants with other women and reward them by promoting their husbands, but not if I'm the one involved."

"That sounds awful of me, doesn't it Jill? I just didn't think you would ever go for the idea, but the fact that you didn't tell her to piss off sounds like you would consider it."

Now we were getting around to the nitty gritty. "I have never wanted to be with anyone else since the day I met you darling, but I would consider something as outrageous as this if it helped your career and our lives together. But I would have to be convinced that you were okay with it, that you could handle it without getting jealous."

"Wow, this is a big call. What are the ground rules, do you know?"

"Yes, they want to lock in one day a week."

"They ... who's they?"

"Alan and Susan, it seems like they work as a team, she is his procurer. Susan lines up the women for him, she said it wouldn't go on for long. Apparently he tires of each woman after a few times with her, I guess he moves on to the next one. Maybe it depends on how many executive positions he has to fill."

"I would say quite a few, the company is progressing so rapidly." Gerard let out an expressive sigh, "Well, I don't know what to say. I am not too sure how I would feel about you being with him. God, how excruciating would that be, sitting around thinking of you being with him while you two are actually doing it."

"That's important to me darling, that you love me so much that it would be hard to handle."

"Of course I love you, you should know that already."

"I do, Gerard, and I love you now and will love you forever after this is over ... that is, if I do this thing with Alan."

"Oh shit, what do we do? On impulse, I'm almost prepared to say I will leave it to you to decide. Is that wrong, should I sleep on it, should we talk about it more? Oh damn, I've got to be stronger, show some balls, make a decision. Jill, would you want to do it if I said yes it's okay?"

"I think so, I would do it only for us ... to seal our future."

He stared at me, like he was trying to read my mind. Good God, if he did that, he might read my thoughts of how good last Tuesday was with his boss. "Okay, I'm cool about it, set it up honey. Have you any thoughts of when you would do it?"

"Well, I do have Tuesdays off, he could come here or I could go there. What do you think?"

"Umm! His place would probably be better, I don't know I'd handle coming home that night and looking at our bed and thinking of you doing him there a few hours before."

"I will talk to Susan then, but his place may be a problem because she's there, she doesn't work. We can't expect her to leave the house for a few hours so her husband can have some woman there. And as for her staying there while it was happening, I don't like the idea of that. You know, that she could watch or walk in on us."

Gerard and I seemed hotter in bed that night than we had been in weeks ... in months ... maybe years. We were as frisky and raunchy sexually as we had been since the days we were first married. I wondered if the discussion about me going with Alan had turned him on. There seemed no other explanation. But why would it? Why would thinking of me being with another man turn him on?

Chapter Six 

On Monday evening, Gerard arrived home, eager to know how I had got on when I called Alan's wife back to tell her that we had agreed for Alan to have me, with Gerard's work promotion as the negotiated price. Of course, you (the reader) and I know that there was nothing to arrange, all of the arrangements were already in place for this Tuesday morning. It would be my second encounter with Alan whereas my husband was under the impression that it would be my debut.

I felt guilty that I had not told Gerard right from the start. Nevertheless, I called Susan anyway on Monday, telling her that my husband now knew what I had committed us for, but explaining to her that Gerard would think that this Tuesday was my first.

I felt even more awful later that night when I explained the ground rules to Gerard, the most important being that he could not make love to me that night because it was less than 24 hours before my appointment with Alan. My husband seemed exceptionally horny and was definitely not happy with that rule, I had to treat him to one of my best hand jobs to satisfy him.

Again, I awoke early, somewhere around 5am and lay there in the dark thinking about today's sexual tryst with Gerard's boss, and listening to my husband sleeping. Having already experienced a session with Alan, I wasn't nervous, like I had been last week. I think my sleeplessness this time was more a matter of anticipation, hoping that my enjoyment would be as high as last week.

I was still very apprehensive that Alan's sperm may have found their mark when he came inside me without a condom. I had recalculated my cycle over and over in my head, trying to convince myself that I would still have the period that was due later this week ... it should be around Thursday by my calculations. That would have had me ovulating -- and therefore very fertile -- five days before I enjoyed my morning with Alan.

Gerard clambered out of bed, complete with impressive morning wood, and went off to have a shower, and maybe some relief. Unable to sleep, I got up and went to prepare him some breakfast. What's that saying, 'the condemned man ate a hearty breakfast.' I could only imagine what he might be going through as he prepared to head off to work, knowing that his loving, devoted wife would shortly be back in our bed being fucked by his boss.

When he came into the kitchen, he was wearing only a shirt and his jocks. I could see that he still sported that impressive hard-on, barely concealed by his underwear. I had hoped that my wanking him last night might have taken the edge of his arousal. I must admit that I was surprised that he would have such a hard-on when thoughts of me being taken by another man would likely be occupying his mind. I couldn't see how me being with his boss would turn him on.

"So what time does all this happen?" Gerard asked as he poured himself a coffee.

"Err ... ten o'clock darling," I told him as I handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.

"So any idea how long he will be here? I'd like to talk to you when it's done, check that you're okay with it, make sure he doesn't hurt you or be too aggressive."

I stepped across and hugged his head to my belly as he sat at the kitchen table. "Ah, that's nice darling, I appreciate your concern, but I'm sure I will be quite okay."

"Have you any idea how long he will be here?"

Of course, I assumed that the session would run much like it did last week, but I couldn't say that. I would have to sound like I was guessing, "Oh, I don't know Gerard, he's a busy man, with a big business to run, I wouldn't think he could spare more than a hour or two."

"So you will call me the minute he goes. You know how anxious I'll be," and as he told me that, his hand slipped under my night-gown and slid up the backs of my thighs, cupping my arse cheeks.

I wished that I could slip onto his lap and give him the relief that he obviously craved again, so soon after my hand job last night. But I just promised, "Sure darling, I'll call you the minute he's gone."

Gerard seemed reluctant to leave for work that day, I could see why. He knew he couldn't be here when Alan arrived, yet still he was reluctant to leave me, knowing what was about to happen. When he eventually drove away from our house, he was almost an hour late and he had narrowed the amount of time I had to prepare myself for Alan.

I showered, then again sat at my vanity table to dab the perfume discreetly in all of my erogenous zones and apply my make-up. Susan had left it to me to select the lingerie ensemble for this week. I eliminated the garter belt, instead going for stay-up stockings, with the firm elasticised band at the top that should hold them in place, no matter how energetic the activity may become. No thong this week, my panties were crotch-less, I hoped that didn't make me look slutty. No camisole, instead a half-cup bra from which the tops of my nipples just peeped.

I headed down the hallway to the front of the house at 9.55, just in time to hear a car door slam. I rushed to the window to see that Alan was early this week, he was walking up the driveway. I managed to beat him to the door to unlock t, then scampered back down the hallway and jumped into bed. I just managed to get the sheet up over me when he appeared in the doorway. Even his passage through my house was quicker, since he now knew the way.

Alan didn't pause in the doorway, he strode purposefully across the room to the side of the bed, having already shed his jacket, which he threw aside, and was unbuttoning his shirt. He appeared to be a man on a mission and I wondered if his time was precious today, such was his rush to get to me.

I smiled warmly at him as his eyes appeared to study the shape of me beneath the top sheet, then I allowed my eyes to drop lower as his hands worked at his belt buckle and his trousers dropped to the floor. He was tenting his boxers as impressively as my husband had been tenting his jocks in the kitchen only a couple of hours ago. I thought briefly of Gerard sitting at his desk in his office, knowing that the time had arrived. What must he be going through right now, and was his cock still up?

But that thought was only fleeting, my attention drawn back to the here and now as Alan reached out and tugged the top of the sheet down and off my body, exposing me to his gaze. I was showing a lot more bare skin than last week, wearing just the black bra, the crotch-less panties and my stockings. He removed his boxers, stretching the waistband to lift out round his horizontal erection.

It is strange the thoughts that come to one's mind at a moment of intimacy like this. 'Now that Gerard knows, I will be able to tell him about having a circumcised cock when I see him tonight, just like I wanted to last week.'

Alan was now kneeling on the bed, edging closer to me. He bent his head over and kissed me on the lips. It was a nice kiss that I relished, partly compensating for his not saying 'Good morning Jill' or even 'It's nice to see you again.' Any words would have been appreciated, but he had his reasons and at least I now knew what they were.

The opening kiss quickly became quite passionate, with a lot of tongue activity from both of us while his hand and fingers roamed over my body, softly caressing the smooth skin. When they traced across my panties and reached my mound and his fingers found an opening in the material, he expressed a sound of surprise behind the kiss. His lips left mine and he moved his head to explore.

His fingers separated the material, exposing my pubic slit, the labia lips moistening but not yet parted. His face moved closer in curiosity, almost as if he had never seen crotch-less panties before. Suddenly, his hand moved my legs well apart and he shifted his body between them. To my complete surprise, he lowered his head and his tongue snaked out and licked along my outer lips down there.




His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 02



My body almost levitated up off the bed, his tongue felt sensational and was so unexpected. Not all men like to have their mouth or tongue in such an intimate and multi-functional place. At least that's what my girlfriends have told me, my experience being limited only to my husband for so many years.

Alan seemed to settle his face in even closer and tighter between my widespread thighs. I felt his fingers prizing my outer lips apart and then that warm wet tongue of his, it felt like it was painting the wet pink inner lining that he had exposed to his lips.

He was so good at what he was doing. Almost immediately, I felt a small wave of pleasure ripple through me with each smooth stroke of his flattened tongue. As if that wasn't enough to arouse my body, he began adding little sucking moves, his lips forming an oval within my inner lips and then sucking so deeply that his cheeks caved in. Then he was mixing it up ... the flattened tongue strokes on my clit, interspersed with his whole mouth sucking on the whole area.

The pulsing within my body was building quickly, my arse began to hump off the bed, lifting up, wanting more from him. I didn't need to chase it, his mouth was grinding down against my whole mound, the pulsing had become a throbbing, the ripples of pleasure had become sweeping waves the size of the Hawaiian surf.

I came solidly, the orgasm sweeping over me while my mouth emitted guttural groans and moans of pleasure. I have no idea how loud I may have been as I almost fainted from the intense experience. This was an orgasm for the ages!

As I floated back down, I felt Alan tugging my panties down over my thighs. While he had used the crotch-less opening to go down on me, he had decided that he wanted me bare and naked for his insertion into me. The bra was next and I felt his eager lips on my breasts, zeroing in on my erect nipples.

With my panties gone, I allowed my legs to fall wide apart again, spread-eagled in an unglamorous but carnally inviting way. I opened my eyes slowly to look up and see my husband's boss kneeling between my open thighs, a stupid grin on his face, his lips and chin still wet with my juices, some of which he had transferred to my breasts.

I reached a hand down and managed to touch his knee, gently caressing it. He rose up and I watched his pelvis with the impressive smooth hard cock, taut with excitement and anticipation, approaching my pubic mound that had just been aroused to a peak of arousal.

Alan touched the smooth round head of his cock against my lewdly spread labia lips and ran it up and down the parted slit. I sighed and moaned once more and my lower body raised up off the bed, attempting to attach itself to his erection. He was in no hurry and he teased me unmercifully, trawling the tip of his hard-on through my most sensitive inner regions.

But my body was not to be denied, and my efforts to hook his cock to me eventually worked and his cock-head lodged itself in my wet and welcoming vaginal opening. My lower body pushed forward, trying to capture more of his cock. I needn't have worried because Alan had abandoned the teasing and was now in pursuit of the same coupling that I was attempting to achieve. He pushed a bit more of his hard-on into me and I adjusted my own body on the run as I strove to secure more of him inside of me.

Watching me intently, he must have determined that I was ready. I felt his cock surge forward and it pushed determinedly into my vagina, thrusting on and on until he had filled me entirely with this incredible instrument. I threw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him to me and I lifted and locked my legs around his, securing us as a perfect fit for the fuck that was to follow.

I smiled up at him, signalling that I was ready and waiting and Alan began to withdraw his hard cock back out of me until only his bulbous cock-head clung to the grasping, clinging grip of my inner lips. Then he thrust his whole shaft forcefully back up into me, and the fuck to eclipse all previous fucks, began.

It was good, very good ... he was good, very good! There was no way I was about to be left behind as his powerful thrusts through my wet tight passage aroused magical feelings within my body. He maintained a heavy, hard driving rhythm. I felt tingling down there, then a pulsing, now a throbbing and my lower body began to hump up at the old master.

I came forcefully and so satisfyingly, relishing the expert technique of this man, who instinctively knew which of my buttons to press. Did my first orgasm ever actually end? It just seemed to segue into the next powerful release. In fact, I nearly got to three ... except that suddenly, I heard his tell-all grunts, I felt the swelling of his hard-on just before his hot cum splashed my inner walls.

Once again, I found myself thinking about conception ... thinking about how his sperm was rushing through my body now, in search of an egg to fertilise. This time, I really didn't need to worry. But the first time, a week ago, that was another matter. That was in a more potent stage of my cycle. I had a period due any day now and once that came, I could relax knowing that I had dodged a bullet. As much as I might like this handsome mature man to father my child, I knew it was unfair to Gerard that our first not be his.

When Alan was no longer pumping his creamy fluid into my vaginal passage, I felt him roll off me and take a supine position alongside my body. I was completely and totally satisfied -- in a carnal sort of way. So content in the after-glow that daytime sleep came easily to my body.

When I woke, the bedside clock told me that more than an hour of my life had just passed by, lying blissfully beside a man who was not my husband, but my lover. I turned my head to check on Alan ... he was sleeping too. One of his arms was draped across my naked body, but I was nonetheless still able to extricate myself from the bed. I needed to pee, so I did. Then I felt thirsty, so I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

The sudden ringing of the phone startled me and, for a moment, I debated whether to answer it. But I realised that the extension in the bedroom would also be ringing loudly and might awaken Alan, so to stop the loud ringing through the house, I picked up the handset.

Standing there in my kitchen, completely naked except for the stay-up stockings with the elasticised tops, I heard my husband's voice come down the line. "Jill, you haven't called me, are you okay?" He sounded anxious, he had asked me to call when my session with Alan was over. But of course, it wasn't over yet, but he wasn't to know that.

"Alan's still here, darling, that's why I haven't called."

"But it's been two hours, you said you didn't think he'd be there long."

"I couldn't know that for sure, Gerard, I was only guessing like you would."

"But what have you done for two hours? Goodness me, is he that good in bed?" I could hear a tinge of jealousy in my husband's voice ... or maybe it was awe, because he had told me he would be able to cope with it.

"Don't worry darling, we've only done it once, we both dropped asleep after it. I have only just woken up."

"So where are you now, is he in bed alongside you?"

"No, don't worry, I am out in the kitchen. I just got up to go pee and to have a glass of water."

"So was it okay, was he good, did you enjoy it?"

"Oh my God, darling, so many questions. Can't the answers wait until tonight."

"Honey, I am just keen to know that you're okay ... and, err ... to make sure it wasn't too bad for you."

"No darling, it was good, he was very gentle. He's not you..." I felt that I needed to throw that in to reassure my husband. "...but he is caring and thoughtful, and not aggressive at all. So Gerard, what have you been doing, are you busy in there?"

"Honey, for two hours, I have thought of nothing else but you in bed with Alan. My God, I had to lock the office door and have a wank."

"Why Gerard, are you turned on by this? Did you get an erection without my being there?"

"Jill, I have had a hard-on the whole morning."

I was shocked by his revelation. His wife, that he loves so much, is in bed with another man -- not just another man, but his boss -- and he's sitting there at his office desk, getting massively turned on. That's crazy!

"That's certainly not the reaction I expected..." My words were cut short as I felt my lover's naked body press against my back, a prominent stiffness flattened against my arse. The sound of the phone ringing must have woken him up and he had crept into the kitchen, unheard by me while talking to Gerard. Two hands folded around my body, pulling me back against him. "I have to go," I told my husband, sensing that this was not a good moment to be talking to Gerard with Alan feeling like he was up for more.

But I heard "No, don't go, I need to hear your voice," down the phone line in one ear, while the man behind me -- the man who barely spoke -- whispered, "Don't hang up, keep talking," in my other ear.

This was not good. I could sense already that Alan was going to press on for a second burst this week. I certainly didn't want it happening while I was talking to my husband on the phone. But maybe Alan did in some weird perverted way. I felt him shuffling our bodies toward the kitchen table. I couldn't stop our progress, I still held the water glass in one hand, and the phone in the other.

The tops of my thighs were pushed against the table edge and Alan placed his hand in the middle of my back and pressed my upper body forward, over the edge of the table, until my belly and my breasts were flattened down against the table surface. I put the glass down ... I wanted to put the phone down, but my husband was rambling on about nearly getting caught wanking this morning by one of the secretaries. I really couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, too much was happening here. My legs were pulled well apart and I felt very vulnerable.

I knew that my whole pubic region would be opened up to Alan's gaze by my legs being spread apart and with my upper body stretched forward at right angle. I had a momentary fear that he might touch my anus or even worse, try to put himself inside there. I had never done anal, and I wasn't about to start here and now.

I felt Alan's fingers tracing softly on my smooth skin, one hand just above the crease of my arse, and the other on the insides of the tops of my thighs, above the stockings, both perilously close to my private bits.

"Tell him what we've done, and what we're doing now," said the rarely heard voice from behind me, competing for attention with my husband's, who was droning on about how he felt about me being with his boss. Calling it droning sounds like I am belittling my husband's comments. I wasn't, but I certainly didn't need them at this time. But he wasn't to know that. If Alan was about to make love to me again, I had to convey that to Gerard, to extricate myself from this predicament.

"Darling, I really will have to go," I said, cutting into his conversation.

Almost in stereo, I heard "No, don't stop!" from both men, one in each ear. Each had their own agenda for keeping me on the phone, Gerard needing reassurance from hearing my voice after just being done by his boss, while Alan's need was much more perverse. I feared where he would take me if I stayed on the phone.

"Jill, can't you at least spare me a few minutes?" my husband asked while his boss's fingers foraged at both of my crucial openings, one hand gently caressing in between the cheeks of my arse and the other sliding up and down in the wetness of my parted sexual lips.

"Gerard, I'm so sorry, but I can't stay here talking to you. He's up, Alan's up ... I mean he's woken up and he's up as well. I think we're going to do it again. I really do have to go."

The man standing tightly wrapped behind my bent over form at the table snatched the phone from my grasp. I heard him say to my husband, "She doesn't mean that, Gerard, we both want you to stay on the line. I am getting the impression that my being with Jill turns you on." I was shocked, he must have heard my surprise when my husband told me that and figured it out.

I heard Alan continuing, "Gerard, why don't you take your cock out and I will give the phone back to your lovely wife and she can describe to you what we are doing. You might enjoy beating off to her description. Jill is wearing only a pair of stockings ... she is bent forward over your kitchen table right now, just so you can picture that scene. I am standing naked behind her, I have been playing with her cunt and her arse, and I am just trying to make up my mind where I am going to put my cock."

I screamed out my protest when I heard his words and I tried to straighten up, "No, not in there, you're not putting it in there." But he used the hand that had been between my arse cheeks to push me back down and hold me there.

"Ooh, quite feisty, I like that in a woman. Now be quiet my love, I am just waiting to get your husband's opinion of where I should put my cock. So what do you think, Gerard?"

There was a painful moment of silence while Alan listened to Gerard, but I couldn't hear a word that my husband said. My lover's hand released the pressure on my back and his fingers slid back between my arse cheeks. I felt a finger softly touch my anal ring and I jumped in shock.

"Jill my dear, your husband is very supportive of you, he has selected your cunt for my rampant cock to plunder once again. So lucky girl, are you ready?"

I managed to nod my head in agreement, then I had the phone placed back in my hand. I raised it up to my mouth and ear and said softly to Gerard, "I am so sorry darling, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm alright Jill, don't worry about me. I just appreciate you doing all of this for us. Thanks honey!" I was surprised how calm and controlled he was. If the positions were reversed, I am sure I would be screaming in frustration.

I was jolted back to reality by the feel of Alan's hard cock tip nudging at my vaginal entrance. It felt okay, I was obviously very wet again because I could feel it slide around. Suddenly, it jerked forward and the cock-head and perhaps an inch more lodged inside me. "Oh shit!" I gasped in reaction at the sudden entry.

"What ... what's happening?" yelled Gerard down the phone line.

I recovered quickly, the feeling was not unpleasant, it was just the surprise and the suddenness of his thrust where, in bed, he had been so gentle ... both weeks. "It's okay darling, he just put it in me. Took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting it so quickly, but I'm okay."

I squirmed my lower torso around the invader, adjusting myself to the angle of his entry and settled my upper body flat against the table, settling in to enjoy more sex from Alan in spite of the awkward position. But to my surprise, he pulled it back ... not just to the entrance where his tip might cling to my entrance, but all the way out. His cock was totally removed and that caused a reaction too.

"Oh no!"

"What ... what now?" my husband asked anxiously.

"He took it out," I bletaed with disappointment obvious.

"Is that all?" said Gerard down the phone line.

I quickly realised that was the reaction that Alan wanted from me. In this cruel way, he wanted Gerard to hear the raw emotions that I might express from being sexually handled by his boss. I said nothing more to Gerard as my body waited in anticipation for the next move.

It came suddenly again, just like the first time. I felt a slight nudging of his cock-head, and then he plunged a couple of inches of it into me, only just far enough for the smooth head of his cock to brush my internal g spot.

"Oh God, yes!" As soon as the expressive words left my lips, I regretted adding 'yes'.

"What honey, talk to me, what's happening?"

I let out a moan that I couldn't hold back as Alan seemed to sort of corkscrew his cock-head around in my wanting channel. "It's back darling, he put it back in the same way, suddenly pushing into me, only a couple of inches. Oh my God, this is not easy!"

I settled my internal workings around the solid two inches that Alan had wedged inside me, only to have him withdraw it fully once more -- all the way out -- teasingly leaving me with such an empty feeling. I sort of whined my "No!"

"Talk to me, honey ... tell me what's happening." Gerard was playing the game exactly the way Alan had devised it, but I wasn't happy with the outcome.

Reluctantly, I explained to my husband, "Darling, he's just doing these little teasing things with me, pushing only a couple of inches into me. I just get used to the feeling of it there, then he pulls it back, all the way out. I've never had sex like this before, it doesn't really hurt, but it's so different, so sudden, so teasing." Alan did it again ... although I knew by now it would be coming, it still took me by surprise to feel his solid cock pressing two inches into my passage. "Oh no!" it was a breathless and so expressive gasp, I wondered what it did to my husband listening down the phone line.

"Do you like it that way, Jill? Does it feel good to you, honey?"

What was this, why was Gerard asking me these questions? "I think we might leave that until tonight, darling, I'll talk to you then."

"No, tell me now, I need to hear it from you now, Jill ... while it's happening. Tell me exactly how you feel. Does what Alan's doing to you feel good?"

The man behind me added his words, "Go on Jill..." He punctuated his words by snatching his hard two inches out of my vagina with a rush, "...tell him, Jill."

"Oh no ... don't take it away, leave it in there ... please!" Alan had got the reaction that he wanted from me. On the impulse of how good it felt to have him inside me, and how barren it was to be gone, I was begging my lover to leave his cock inside me while my husband hung on my every word down the phone line.

Quicker this time, it was back. Each time he pushed it in those scant two inches, the passage of it got easier as my vaginal passage began craving his teasing thrusts. "Oh yes ... yes ... please don't take it out again." My pelvis squirming around his cock, striving to suck more of his length into mine.

I felt Alan's fingers squeezing under me, I thought he was about to start stroking my clitoris, but then his hand withdrew. He had placed something there, I felt a vibration beneath my pubis. He hadn't quite got it in my most sensitive spot. Shamelessly, I wriggled my belly around until the little vibrating object was on the table and my clit was positioned directly over it.

It wasn't a dildo, it felt sort of like a button, and it was buzzing away merrily ... and so was I now. My body was tense, expecting his quick withdrawal again. It never came ... this time, he left his cock two inches inside me and pressed down on my body, so that the little button could drive my clit crazy.

Somehow, through the haze of pleasure ripples now running through me, I managed to think of my husband sitting at his office desk, perhaps with his cock in his hand. My last words to him were 'Oh yes ... yes ... please don't take it out again,' referring to the sexual efforts of his boss. What was I doing to him, how must he feel?

"Are you ... are you still there ... darling?" I asked him as the sensual waves began to rage through my body.

"Yes Jill, I'm here ... I'm still here. It sounds like you're enjoying it." I cringed at hearing his words. He may not have expected me to like it, but how could I not? This man was an expert lover, so inventive, so creative. Gerard had never attempted to take me on the kitchen table.

Now this adventure was becoming serious. Alan plunged his hard-on the rest of the way into me, totally filling me up. I grunted, "Unngghhh!" Who wouldn't?




His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 02



Now the actual fucking began. This time when Alan withdrew, his cock never left my body. The smooth cock-head clung to the rim of my passage before plunging the whole length back deep inside me. Each withdrawal, each return thrust forward was met with a loud "Unngghhh!" from me. All the while, the little vibrating button he had placed under me, roused my budding clit into a throbbing mess.

"I can't ... I can't talk..." I managed to tell Gerard on the phone, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Wait for me," I heard him say and didn't want to think of what he might be doing in the privacy of his office while I was about to cum in our home.

But I managed to mutter, "I can't ... can't stop it!" Then the waves of pleasure surged through my body. It must have been one of the most intense I have ever had ... what with the vibrating button beneath me and the hard driving rhythm of Alan's good cock thrusting in and out of me.

But there was no let up. As I drifted out of the delirium that accompanied my coming, the hard thrusting rhythm of Alan's cock was still there, ploughing on into me unabated. The vibrating button was still there too. "Can you take that away, that vibrating thing?"

It could become an irritant if it was left to buzz on and on against my now very sensitive clit. But Alan made no move to remove it, and its throbbing presence combined with his hard thrusts sent me over the top once more. The waves rolled through me, bringing insane pleasure.

I came around again, everything was still as it had been. I forced my free hand underneath my body and managed to snatch the vibrating button away. But if I actually believed that move would end my constant coming, I was seriously wrong. Now it was only his hard driving thrusts reacting on my pubic region that was on fire. I came once more without any difficulty. How could this happen in such an ungainly spread-eagled position?

I felt Alan's fingers rummaging around beside his driving cock, then I felt them again, now wet, between my arse cheeks and I tensed in fear. He had wet his fingers from my flowing juices and now one or two were circling my stretched anal ring. "No, not there ... please don't touch me there," I pleaded, but to no avail, he would not be denied. I felt one of his firm fingers push through my sphincter and into my tight little anus. All of this while Alan's cock never missed a beat in my vagina.

The intruding finger pushed in, then pulled back, then in again. To my surprise, it didn't feel unpleasant. In fact, I started clenching and twisting my arse around it while Alan continued to plunder my vagina with his cock doggie style.

Goodness me, even though the button was no longer agitating my clitoris, I still managed to cum yet again, this time from the combination of his cock and his finger in my twin openings. How could I have become this multi-orgasmic? But just as suddenly as Alan's initial thrusting had penetrated me, I felt his cum abruptly burst from his rampaging cock, filling me with more of his life-giving juices ... completing this ultimately satisfying fuck while his finger continued to probe my anus.

I was exhausted and it must have been several minutes before I regained my senses, establishing where I was ... face down on my kitchen table while my lover's cock remained imbedded in me from behind. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was my phone. I grabbed for it and held it to my ear, "Gerard, oh darling, are you still there?"

"Yes I am honey," I heard my husband's voice coming back down the phone line to me.

"Oh darling, I am so sorry you had to hear all that. What must you think of me?"

"Jill, strange as it may seem, I admire what you just did, because I know you were doing it to try to secure our future. I also realise how hard it would have been for you."

Was my husband crazy? How could he arrive at that assumption when he must have just heard me totally lose it on the end of another man's cock. He said he knew how hard it must have been for me. I was ashamed to admit that the only hard it had been for me was the solid hardness of my new lover's cock ... a cock that had just drilled me to goodness knows how many orgasms. Certainly I had enjoyed more orgasms with my husband's boss than I had ever had in one session with Gerard.

My God, what now? I still lay across my kitchen table, my breasts flattened to the hard surface, my body spread-eagled with Alan's cock still pulsing through the completion of his coming. "I better go now, darling, will you be alright?" I told my husband.

"Yes, I'm okay, what about you though?"

"I'm fine, darling, I think Alan's leaving soon, I'll see you when you get home, Gerard ... I love you."

"Love you too, honey," I heard from my husband down the phone line. Hearing those words uttered by him while another man's cock still plugged me, seemed so surreal. I heard the click on the phone to indicate that the connection was gone. I turned my head to try to look at Alan. His cock seemed to be slowly diminishing in size, but his finger was still firmly buried inside my arse. He wriggled it around and I must confess that I clenched my arse cheeks back in carnal acknowledgement of how good I felt.

"I will have this lovely arse of yours sometime. Has your husband ever put his cock in there?"

"No!" I whispered, embarrassed at the thought of any man wanting to do that.

"Anyone else, any boyfriends when you were young and foolish?"

"No, never, I never wanted it ... I still don't."

"But you will for me, my precious one. That can be your next challenge."

"No, I don't think so," I protested.

"I wasn't asking for your permission, I was telling you what I will be doing someday soon."

I wished that I could stop the muscles around my arse from clenching his probing finger as he agitated it inside my anus, but somehow I couldn't resist the evil appeal of that digit within me.

Alan's other hand pressed into the middle of my back and I felt him withdrawing his wet cock from out of my clinging passage. Then it was gone, but for a moment, his finger remained and I wondered what he intended to do next. But then he slowly slid his finger from out of my anus and I was left bent over the table, but now free to move.

Already, I could feel his cum and my juices draining from out of my body and running down my inner thighs as I brought them together to try to stop the leaking.

"That was very good," I heard my husband's boss say to me from behind, "and I just love that arse of yours."

I cringed, realising that all of my intimate bits were completely exposed to his gaze as he stood behind me. He would have watched his finger slipping around between my clenched arse cheeks. I was so embarrassed.

"I'll see you next week, babe," I heard him say and I was left alone in the kitchen. I used my hands to push my upper body up from the table and rubbed my breasts to get some shape and feeling back into them after they had been so squashed.

I stepped across to the kitchen bench and tore off some paper towel and wadded it between by thighs, trying to stem the flow of his cum from inside me. As I walked, I realised that my anus was a bit sore, obviously a result of this man's finger having been inside it. Not just inside, but he had twisted it around. I had never had anyone insert anything in there before, not even a doctor.

With one hand unglamorously holding the wadded paper towel between my legs, I headed through my house toward the bathroom. Alan passed me, coming from my bedroom, he was once again immaculately dressed as he had been when he arrived. Anyone passing him in the street would never suspect that he had just spent a couple of hours of uninhibited sex with me.

I cleaned myself up and had a shower. I spent a lot of time through the afternoon, just sitting at the window, staring out. There was much that troubled me. What would be Gerard's reaction when he came home tonight. He had still seemed okay on the phone, but listening to me going off with another man must have had some effect on him, surely must have planted some doubts in his mind.

And then there was my worry of having let Alan cum inside me the first week without any birth control. I was sweating on getting my period to reassure me that Alan had not usurped Gerard as the father of my first child. It was due this Thursday, which couldn't come soon enough for me.

I was so apprehensive when Gerard arrived home that night, I was tied up in knots. I actually greeted him at the door, anxious to know how he would be with me. He wrapped his big arms around me, giving me a long affectionate hug and then a kiss ... with tongues. I must admit that I considered several scenarios of how his reaction would be, but this was, to me, the least likely.

When the hug and the kiss broke, and he held me out at arm's length so that his eyes could probe mine, I wondered if he could see the guilt in mine. "Gerard, I love you, I really do." I told him with sincerity.

"I know," said my husband, "I am sure you do. And I guess in a funny sort of way, that you showed it today. I don't know how many women would have done that for their husband."

Was he lame? My goodness, any number of my girlfriends would have a sexual tryst in their beds in the middle of the day if they could be assured that the man was as expert a lover as Alan obviously was.

"So you can tell me now, Jill. Was he good? Did you enjoy it? You sounded as if you were really getting into it on the phone. Shit, you were going off! I better he liked having you, what man wouldn't."

"Oh Gerard, stop, so many questions. Yes darling, he was very good at it, I would say he's had a lot of women. He seems to know how to handle a woman, giving a lot of pleasure."

So you came a few times then?"

"Yes ... yes I did," I had to be careful, I needed to hold back my enthusiasm as to how great Alan really was. If I told my husband just how many times I had cum, it could sap his confidence. Some things are better left unsaid.

We made love with a fresh intensity that evening. His boner didn't seem to diminish all night long. Perhaps just a side benefit for us from me having Alan.

Thursday came and went with no sign of my period. Panic was setting in and I was beginning to look up abortion clinics on the Internet. Friday, still nothing! Saturday, the same! Every time I went to pee I stared at my panties, looking for the spotting that would indicate the start of my monthlies. By Sunday, I was paranoid.

But then on Sunday evening, it came on me suddenly, and heavier than usual. Close to four days late. I made a promise to myself that Alan would wear a condom from now on, no matter what.

Monday morning, I called Alan's wife to tell her to cancel him for this Tuesday, because of my heavy period. There would be no sex going on in my body.

"I can't see there's a problem," said Susan, "Alan will still be there tomorrow, he is so looking forward to it. He told me what a great time you two had last week. Jill, you are really good for him."

"Susan, didn't you hear me?" I protested, "I won't be able to do it while I have my period. It gets too messy, don't you find that?"

"That's simple, Jill, he will have your arse. He told me he's wanted it, said he even told you. He said you have one of the best he's ever seen."

I was getting angry now, "No, I told him I don't do that, I never have."

Susan sounded stern, "Jill, Alan doesn't accept the word no. If you really want this promotion for your husband, I suggest that you change your mind very quickly. Since you've never had a man's cock up there, I'll drop by your office shortly and give you something that will help prepare you."

I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to upset Alan, but I was also determined that no man was going to stick his cock in my arse. This would be my decision.

 To be continued



His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 03



Warning: This story involves cuckolding. If that offends you, don't tell me about it, just don't read it. For the silent majority who do appreciate it, I welcome your votes and your feedback. 

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Jill met her husband's boss, Alan at a party. Immediately, Alan decides he wants the spouse of his new employee, so he used his wife, Susan to set up a sexual liaison. After the first session, Jill felt she needed to tell her husband, who actually seems turned on by her adultery, and approves of her continuing with Alan. Jill takes up the story...

Chapter Seven

I had called Susan to tell her that I could not have sex with her husband tomorrow because of having got my period. She made it abundantly clear that was no excuse and that the deal to promote my husband was in jeopardy if I didn't agree to go ahead with tomorrow, and to let Alan have my arse. But no man had ever been in there before.

An hour later, Susan arrived at my place of work, she was carrying a little box. "Can we go use the ladies room?" she asked.

I led the way down the corridor and the two of us entered the ladies room. Fortunately, there was nobody in there at the time. Susan locked the main door behind us and I panicked, 'What if one of the girls I work with comes to use the toilet? They will think it's odd that two women are in here with the door locked?'

"Shouldn't we use a cubicle if we need privacy?" I suggested.

Susan took my hands and placed them on the edge of the vanity. I was facing the big mirror, she made me place my feet further back and apart so that I was now bent forward. She moved around behind me and I felt my dress being lifted and placed on my back above my arse.

Susan took a hold of my panties and hauled them down to my knees. Then she moved back to the small box that she had placed on the vanity beside my hands. She took out a strange looking object, shaped like a cone. "What's that?" I exclaimed.

"I have brought a little something for you to wear until tomorrow morning, it's designed to loosen up your arse, make it easier for Alan to slide his cock up you tomorrow morning."

I cringed at her words, knowing my fear was real now. "So how does this work?" I asked, staring intently at the conical object. Susan reached back into the box and came out with a tube of KY. She squeezed a liberal amount of the gel onto the object, then moved around behind me and with her finger, liberally coated my anal ring. It was when her slippery finger pushed firmly through my sphincter that I tried to call a halt. "Whoa, what are you doing, Susan?"

"I am about to put a butt plug in your arse. You're going to wear this gadget for the next 24 hours. By then, your anus will be just that bit expanded so that you can take Alan's cock."

"No way," I protested, "you're not putting that thing inside me."

"Please yourself, but if you don't use this, you're really going to feel his cock. It could be quite harsh, but it's your call."

There I was, my legs wide apart, bent over forward, my hands on the vanity bench. This position made me look like I was about to be frisked in some TV cop show. "Okay, damn it! Do it then!" I said, tensing, waiting for the insertion.

Susan picked up the butt plug and pressed its tip to my anal ring. She worked it around a couple of times, making sure she had the angle right for the tiny opening. Then she pushed it forward. The smooth little object slid in through my anal opening. Greased up, it went in easily at first, but then as she continued to press it forward, the wider part stretched my opening severely. I cried out, "Oh shit, no!"

I felt the stretching of my anus as the thicker part of the butt plug was pushed through my sphincter. "Oh God, that hurts!"

"Only for a moment, Jill, it's nearly in, then you'll have the narrower part at the base wedged in your anal ring. That won't hurt at all, you'll get just a little discomfort until you become used to it."

My fingers gripped the vanity bench and I stared at my face in the mirror, it was reflecting the pain being concentrated in my arse. Then I felt a little pop and the pain went. Susan was right, now it was just discomfort as the conical shaped butt plug was held tightly inside me, the flared end at the base pressed up flat against my arse. Susan patted it and I felt a sensation roll up through my anus and roll around my lower torso. Then she hauled up my panties. I turned around to see the effect in the mirror. Unless a person touched my arse, they wouldn't know it was there.

"What if I need to go to the toilet?" I asked.

"Then you're going to have to take it out and put it back in after. I will leave you this tube of KY. Jill, it's best if you keep it in until tomorrow. It really will stretch you enough to take Alan's cock without too much trouble."

I promised Susan that I would try to comply with their wishes to prepare me for my first anal sex. To say that I was nervous and apprehensive would be an understatement. I was really freaking out, scared of the unknown.

I needed to go to the toilet that evening and managed to pull the butt plug out with a bit of pain and discomfort as the thicker part passed through my anal ring. Then, when I was finished with the toilet, I was faced with jamming the thing back up inside me. I have to admit that I struggled with it, but after a fair bit of grunting and groaning that fortunately Gerard didn't hear through the closed door, I managed to slide it back in place.

When Gerard and I went to bed, he spotted the rounded base of it between my arse cheeks, "What the hell's that?" my husband yelled.

I turned my head and craned my neck so that I could look down my back to see what he could see. I placed one of my hands on it, "Do you like it darling, it's my butt plug."

"Where did you get it, and why are you wearing a butt plug?"

"Susan -- you know, your boss Alan's wife -- she gave it to me. I have to wear it to prepare me for tomorrow with Alan. He wants anal sex."

"But honey, you don't like anal, you've always told me you would never have it. So how come Alan gets to do it, just like that."

"It's not as easy as it sounds, Gerard. I protested, I really did. I've got my period so I told Susan that I couldn't see him this week because it would be too messy for normal sex. She refused to accept that, said Alan had wanted my arse and this was his big chance. I told them how I've never done it, never wanted to do it, but she claimed that refusal would jeopardise your promotion, so it's on. This thing is to stretch my anus to make it easier for Alan to get it in. He is fairly big, you know."

"No I didn't, you hadn't mentioned size when you discussed him," said my husband and I gulped, realising that I had not intended to make any comparisons about size. I didn't want to have my husband feel his was inferior just because it was a bit smaller than Alan's large cock.

"It's not that much different, darling," I said, trying to make him feel better, "just a tiny bit longer and a little bit thicker."

"Obviously enough of a difference for you to notice though," he said, "did you pick it as being bigger and thicker from looking at it or from feeling the difference."

"Let's not go there, darling. I am perfectly happy with what you have. I have never had cause to complain about our lovemaking. I just mentioned the need for the butt plug to open up my anus a bit."

"How much longer do you think this is going to go on for, Jill?"

"You mean my Tuesday mornings with Alan?"

"Yes of course, how many more do you think there will be?"

"Are you changing your mind, Gerard? Would you rather that I not do it any more. I will stop if that's what you want, darling. You know I am doing this for us."

"No, no, I'm cool about this, I was just wondering how long it will go on for, that's all. I was wondering how many more Tuesday mornings I will spend wanking off in my office while you're with him."

"Is that sarcasm dear?"

"Forget it, I was just thinking aloud. I'm all right ... really. So are you going to be able to cope with it? You don't want me to intervene, ask him not to do you in the arse. I will approach him if you want. I don't want to see you go through something too painful."

"No, no, I will do this."

Chapter Eight

Tuesday morning, as soon as Gerard had finished in the bathroom, I ducked in for my shower. I had to remove the butt plug once more and clean it off, then I showered, dabbed a bit of perfume on the base of it and managed to re-insert it. Each time, I became a little more proficient at it, and each time, there seemed to be less pain as the thicker part of it pushed through my sphincter.

Gerard got away for work at his usual time, and that left me plenty of time to prepare myself for this most momentous day. A man other than my husband was going to take my anal cherry ... all planned and pre-arranged. How clinical could it get?

At ten to ten, I was ready. Susan had instructed that I was not to wear panties at all this time. I had the stay-up stockings on again and a fluffy powder blue short baby-doll nightie ... that was all. I sat around in my front room, waiting for the sound of my lover's car. Even though the plug had now been in my arse for 24 hours, every time I sat down, I felt the butt plug shift around in my anus.

Right on 10am, Alan's car pulled into the driveway and I stood up, crossed to the front door and unlocked it. Then I hurried down the hallway to my bedroom and pulled the top sheet back. I lay down on my front, as instructed by Susan, and spread my legs wide apart. How blatantly sexual and tempting could this be?

When Alan walked into the room, he would see me lying face down in the middle of my large bed, my powder blue nightie drawn up so that it only reached the hollow in my back above my arse. My cheeks would rise prominently and proudly with a small round disc evident between those smooth cheeks. Below that, with my stockinged legs spread wide apart, the lips barely concealing the entrance to my vagina would be obvious. And to my embarrassment, he would see too, the string of my tampon that hung from those lips.

I would never have done this once ... offering my body so obviously. How I had been changed by the blackmail of this unusual arrangement.

I heard Alan enter the room. In spite of his no speak policy, I clearly heard him say from somewhere close behind and above me, "Perfect, you are just perfect."

I turned my head to one side on the pillow so that I could see him. He was standing just two feet away from the side of the bed, shedding his clothes rapidly. I saw that impressive circumcised cock with the smooth rounded head and he stood there totally naked for a moment, handling it, fondling it, perhaps contemplating how his deflowering of my anus would be for him. I am sure he would have seen my arse cheeks clench and tense as I contemplated the size of his cock probing into my arse.

He stepped across to the bedside table and picked up the tube of KY that I had been instructed to leave there for him. I watched him squeeze the gel onto the shaft of his cock and then his hands coated it all over, so that it glistened.

All the while he prepared his cock, his gaze never left my arse, the sight perhaps inspiring his thoughts at that time. But then, he looked at my face, seeing my eyes looking back at him. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"I think so," I said softly, "please be gentle with me."

"Yes, I know you've never done it before ... I will go slowly."

To my surprise, he got onto the bed and lay down alongside me, his face up close to mine and he kissed me very passionately. It helped, believe me, it sure helped. I had expected, when I was told to lie in this position, that he would just walk in, take the butt plug out and put himself inside me. That was a part of my fear. But here he was, gentle and loving, kissing me and then I felt his hand softly caressing my smooth skin, the fingers stroking over my raised arse cheeks, and on the backs of my upper thighs.

We must have lain there, kissing, for perhaps five minutes. I know that the passion from the melding of our tongues and the caress of his hand had my juices running within the lips of my pubic region. But I also knew that my anus had no juices of its own, so I would need to rely on his deft touch to liberally coat my anal ring and interior with gel.

Alan rose up from beside me and I felt the bed move under his weight as he shifted his body down between my spread thighs. The nerves were back, the apprehension within me as I knew the moment of truth had arrived.

I felt his fingertips on my cheeks, felt the butt plug twist around in my anus, then felt it being withdrawn, I endured the pain as the thicker bit passed through my sphincter, then it was gone altogether. What was that? I felt the moisture of his lips on the cheeks of my arse. 'My God, he's kissing me there!' I thought, realising that if my anus was still stretched open from having had the plug inserted, Alan was now close enough to peer inside me there. I clenched in that region and my anus probably winked at him.

His kisses roamed all over my arse cheeks, 'How close will he go?' I wondered.

"You smell good," he told me, strangely speaking more to me today than he ever had previously, "a beautiful sweet-smelling arse."

Then his lips were on my inner slopes, still planting soft kisses. My cheeks were spread apart by the angle of my spread legs. I felt something very wet somewhere intimate, it felt like it was on that smooth bit of skin between my anus and my vagina. 'Oh God, it's his tongue,' I realised as I felt it again. This time, the flat part of his tongue wiped my arse, stroking up within the cleavage, right over the top of my anal ring. I gasped aloud, a muffled sort of moan of appreciation for the good feelings. But how could a man's tongue on my arse feel that good?

"Nice and clean," I heard him say and I was pleased that I had really scrubbed with the soap when I showered, knowing that my anus was to be the prime subject of attention today, although never dreaming that his tongue and lips would be there.

He did it again, another swipe of that flattened tongue right up inside the cleavage of my arse, passing over my sensitive anal ring. Then the tongue was right there, licking around the rim and I mumbled another gasping moan of pleasure. I had not expected this. I found myself pushing my arse up at him, somehow trying to capture the tongue tip with my artificially opened anus.

I didn't need to try because that was his intention. Alan stiffened the tip of his tongue and he pushed it firmly into the opening of my anus, testing the sphincter and then winning against it, licking my insides. I couldn't believe that something as way out there as this could actually feel so good. "Oh yes," I moaned, pushing my arse up to meet his face, feeling his nose lodge in the crack of my arse cheeks.

I felt that I should be disgusted by where he had his mouth and his tongue, but realistically, if it wasn't going to bother him, why should I be worried?

This man was masterful in his seduction techniques. He had handled me so expertly that now he had me craving the thing I had protested against ... his cock in my arse. His tongue slipped away from my arse, leaving my lower body humping, my arse now seeking his penetration. I felt his finger between my arse cheeks, it was slippery with KY. I relished the touch of his digit as it coated the area all around the rim of my anus, then it pushed inside. Was it the effect of wearing the butt plug? His finger seemed to gain access easily as an inch or two slid around and around, coating the walls of my anus.

His finger left me, then I felt his hands on my hips, lifting my body up until I was on my hands and knees, my arse pointed back at him. I felt his slippery cock-head brush against my smooth cheeks and I knew the moment had arrived. He had led me to this fearfully anticipated moment with such expert coaxing and pleasurable encouragement that I now had little fear. I knew I could do this. 'Why not?' I thought, 'so many others do it, and they live through it.'

I braced my body when I felt him centre his smooth cock-head against my anal ring. "No, don't tense!" he commanded, "relax your whole body, it will go in better that way."

I tried, I really did. I let my body go limp and I felt his smooth hard cock-head again at my anal ring. It seemed to circle the rim. His erection and my target were so lathered up that his hard-on slipped and slid around before suddenly seeming to hook itself into my opening.

He pushed it forward but my tight sphincter temporarily stymied it. I tensed my body and gasped aloud, "Ooh!"

"Relax Jill," he ordered.

Not only was he talking today, but he had called me by my name. The surprise of that seemed to take my mind off what he was doing back there and I relaxed my whole body while I mentally rejoiced that this man knew who his sexual partner of this month really was. The whole head of his cock, back to the ridge behind, pressed through my sphincter and lodged itself firmly in my anus.

"Oh God, that's great!" he exclaimed rapturously. I imagined that, for him, the feeling from his cock was like it was caught in a slippery liquid vice.

But while he was deliriously proclaiming his pleasure, I was grunting loudly from the different sensation of having my arse plugged and stretched beyond belief. It made me think quickly about the size of the instrument that Alan had just forced inside me.

He recovered from his exaltation to advise me, "You should only feel that incredible fullness for a couple of minutes. That will ease, I can assure you. Then, it will be much better."

At least he sounded like he knew what he was doing. As my mind wandered over what was happening to me, I even wondered how different this would have been if I had not been stretched by the butt plug for 24 hours. Could this overfilled feeling have been much worse?

I felt his cock-head twitching inside my anus, and his hands caressing the smooth skin of my cheeks. I figured he was keen to move on. Even in my own naivety of this situation, I at least knew that he still had much more progress to make.

"I can take it," I bravely suggested, and without hesitation, I felt him push in deeper. I had no idea how much more had gone in. It felt like a lot, but I was prepared to accept that it might only be another inch. How much fuller could it feel in there? Was it pain? I wanted to think so, but in reality, it was probably more just extreme discomfort.

I didn't have to tell him this time. He pushed in again. My sphincter having conceded defeat and with no bit of his shaft thicker than the rest, unlike the butt plug had been, his progress seemed to be easier now. No less uncomfortable for me, but obviously easier for him. He knelt behind my bent over body, with goodness knows how many inches of his thick cock buried in my arse. From where he watched above my back, he would be able to see everything, the stretched rim of my anal ring tightly gripping his solid shaft as it lay buried inside my body.

'How much more?' I pondered. And then I found out when his hands gripped my hips tightly and he shoved forward one more time, his balls bouncing against the area between my arse and my vagina. He was in, there was no more of him to come. Alan had successfully buried his complete cock shaft up inside all of my anus and some of my rectum.

As we both knelt there, fully locked together, I could feel his fingers running across my inner thighs, then on the outer lips of my pubis that were wet with my juices from our earlier kissing. I turned my head around, "Please don't touch me there, not while I've got my period."




His Wife is the Procurer Pt. 03



"God Jill, don't be such a prude. You trust your tampon brand, don't you?"

"Yes, I guess so," I had to admit.

"Good, well your period's going on inside your body, and my attention is outside." His fingers found my clitoral bud just as he finished saying 'outside.'

I jumped from his touch that was so pleasurable in the midst of so much discomfort nearby. "Ummm!" I mumbled dreamily as, under his touch, my clitoris took over from my anus as my nerve centre.

Alan drew my attention away with his deft handling of my emerging clit so that I barely noticed his cock withdrawing from my anus until only the cock-head remained held. Then he was pushing in once more, driving that hard thick shaft all the way up inside my anus and into my rectum. But what I felt back there was lessened by what his fingers were creating within my body. It was a rolling wave of pleasure that threatened to send my lower body into orgasmic convulsions at any time.

Now Alan was into a rhythm, his cock shaft ploughing into my arse in a piston-like fashion, driving in and drawing back. Was it now less painful, more pleasurable because I had become used to it ... or because his fingers were bringing me expertly towards orgasm as the waves intensified and there was pulsing and throbbing? Then I was there, my body erupting in a mind-blowing event, with my lower body spasming to such an extent that I think it helped his movements in my arse.

I found that I was so relishing his invasion that I was pushing my arse back at his groin, trying to lodge more of his powerful erection into my illicit place. Was that his cock swelling? Was his breathing now more laboured? Did his hands now grip my hips more tightly? Did his hard-on drive harder into me with every stroke? Were these the signs of a horny man about to cum inside his mistress' arse?

Yes to all of that! His cock burst forth a stream of his cum that painted the walls of my rectum with its cream. Time and time again, I felt his cock spasm inside my arse, delivering his potency into me. My straightened arms threatened to buckle from the pressure as I struggled to keep my body upright.

Then, as his powerful surges diminished, I could no longer hold my body and his up. I fell forward, he came with me, and we collapsed on the bed together, his cock still locked within my arse. His arms folded around me, and I lovingly wrapped my own arms around his, holding him to me as I felt the final weakening spurts of his cum painting the walls of my rectum.

I don't know how long we lay there. I slept and I am sure that Alan did too. When I awoke, I hoped that Gerard would not call me this week. I knew that he might be suffering, but I didn't need to go through that again. I wanted to lay here with my lover, reflecting on my first experience of anal sex.

Alan slept too and it was around noon when I felt him stirring. Amazingly, just the knob of his cock had remained within the tight clutch of my anus and it was his movement of that that brought me back to reality.

"Ummm!" I murmured, conveying to him my acceptance of his performance.

"So you liked it, eh?" he asked.

"I did, Alan. You were very good, you didn't rush me. You seduced me into it and it wasn't as painful as I had expected. Do you want to do it again? I mean, since you're still there?"

I felt some movement of his cock inside my arse, but his biggest problem at this time could be stiffness. "Well, let's see what we can do about this?"

His hands roamed over my near naked body, caressing my nipples, making them hard again. I felt his cock stiffening within my anus. "My God, you really are, aren't you? I was joking."

His movements were nice, we didn't get back into a kneeling position. We remained on our sides, my body moulded in a spoon within the fold of his, physically joined by his half erection that played enjoyably within my anus with short strokes that gently stirred me rather than achieving anything more powerful.

After about fifteen minutes of this, Alan confessed, "I can't see myself coming again. How about we shower together, get ourselves both cleaned up?"

"Sure, I'll be in that."

I am glad that I agreed because it was wonderful. Laughingly, we got up and shuffled slowly across the floor to the bathroom while his cock was still hooked into my anus. Then, with the warm water flowing down over our bodies, he eased his appendage from out of my arse and tenderly soaped me clean. I, of course, returned the favour until we were both squeaky clean. I even became game enough to change my tampon in the presence of a man without acute embarrassment.

We stepped out of the shower, Alan towelled me dry, then to my surprise, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to my bed, placing me down on my back. Then he bent over and buried his face in my pubis. I was mortified, "Alan no, not while I have my period."

"Grow up, little girl. I told you before, that's happening on the inside, I want to pleasure your outside."

"But the smell," I protested.

"Nonsense, now lie back and think of the sea, because pretty soon, the waves are going to come rolling over you."

He was right, his lips and tongue went to work on my clitoris, and once I was able to dismiss my paranoia of him being so close to the evils of my monthlies, I was able to cum with extreme pleasure. I was in heaven with my discovery that I could not only tolerate, but enjoy anal sex, with a great episode of going down on me to finish off.

Gerard was anxious to know, when he got home, how the anal sex experiment had gone. I was pleased to tell him that I had overcome my hang-ups, and that it went really well. I offered to let him do me that way sometime, but strangely, it didn't seem to excite him the way that I thought it might.

Chapter Nine

I was really looking forward to Alan's fourth visit the following Tuesday. I knew from his wife's earlier comments that he would probably tire of me very soon and I had even contemplated how it might end. Would Susan just call up one Monday and say Alan isn't coming around any more? Or would Alan announce it during one of our sessions, so that we had a chance to go out with a big bang?

Susan had called me on Monday to confirm this Tuesday's meeting with Alan. There had been no suggestion that it might be about to end.

I was showered and scantily dressed in a short camisole with thong, garter belt and stockings, much like my ensemble the first week. At 5 to 10, I heard the Rolls pulling up on my driveway and I rushed across the front room to unlock the door. Then I scurried down the hallway and lay down on my bed to await the arrival of my lover. My bedroom was lit with subdued lighting from two bedside lamps.

I heard my exciting man enter the room and my body seemed to jerk in eager anticipation. I am sure that a little bit of my juices leaked from between the puffy lips of my labia. As he stepped up to the side of my bed, I turned and saw ... a complete stranger.

I grabbed for the sheet, wanting to pull it up over my sexually alluring body exposed in the barely there underwear. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded.

His hand reached out to snatch the covering sheet from my hands and yank it back down off me. "Shush, don't panic," he said, attempting to reassure me with his softly spoken words. "I am the chauffeur to Mr. Robinson."

"Who the hell is Mr. Robinson?"

"Oh, don't you know? Maybe you know him as Alan."

I was incredulous that a strange man would be standing here beside my bed while I lay here blatantly available in my sexiest lingerie. At least I now knew who he was ... now at least I knew Alan's full name. But that didn't explain why this man was here, and Alan was not.

"So where is Alan?"

"Didn't he call you? Damn, he told me he would ... to tell you that I would be standing in for him this morning." The chauffeur had begun to shed his shirt and was now unbuckling his belt.

"You are what? You have to be kidding ... and Alan too! Who does he think I am? I don't just put out for anybody that he nominates as a stand in. And stop right there, don't take any more clothes off."

As I said the words, his trousers fell around his ankles and he was bare except for a pair of jocks that still concealed his loins. I couldn't help but look, it appeared to be quite a package. He obviously wasn't stiff yet, but his jocks appeared to be well filled in front. Either that, or else he used rolled up socks to good advantage.

His hand stole into those jocks and he seemed to be straightening things out. I needed a lot more than that straightened out. "Lady, this has happened a few times before when Alan has been caught up in a meeting. I guess he felt he didn't want to disappoint you."

"So he just thought that he had the right to nominate a replacement for him. I cannot believe the audacity of him ... and of you. Are you supposed to be some super macho that will sweep me off my feet?"

The chauffeur had been doing a bit of stroking within his jocks and the shape had been changing. All the time, he had been looking down on my almost exposed body and that might have helped too. "Will this help?" he asked as he pushed his jocks down over his thighs and his hand presented the biggest erection I have ever seen.

If Alan had impressed me with the slight extra length and the slightly extra width of his circumcised cock, then the sight of this monster took my breath away, in spite of my continuing anger that Alan and this man would expect me to settle for a substitute.

My eyes must have given me away. I am sure that they widened, just like they must do when one goes into an IMAX Theatre. "There you go," he said, obviously noting my reaction, "haven't had one of these before, have you?"

As I stared blatantly, every second taken diminishing my argument against accepting this substitute, he leaned closer, his hand waving the stiff erection at me, a drop of pre-cum splashing onto my bare thigh. This one was actually long and thin. I don't think it was as thick around as Alan's, not even of my husband's. But my God, the length outstripped Alan by quite a way. I would guess at maybe another two inches. 'Christ, what would that feel like? Did I want to find out? Should I mellow my objection?'

I felt the bed move as he knelt on it, his weight on the mattress causing me to roll slightly toward him. "No!" I protested once more, although perhaps less convincingly now, "Alan has no right to think that he can stand me up and just send you in as a replacement. It's not right!" I thought of something else, "and besides, how do I know that was Alan's intention. He might have just told you to tell me he wouldn't be here, and you've just decided to take advantage yourself of the situation."

I lay there slightly smugly, feeling that I had cast enough doubt over his story to deny him, even though my eyes kept stealing quick peeps at this amazing hard-on so close to me.

The chauffeur picked up my phone from the bedside table and handed it to me, calling my bluff, "Call him, he will tell you exactly what I just have."

I took the time to dial Alan's direct line while the man in my room continued to stroke and wave his long cock around. I felt another drop of pre-cum land on my skin. Alan answered almost immediately.

"Why would you do this to me, Alan? Do I mean so little in this arrangement that you would give me away?"

"Ah shit, women! I thought I was doing the right thing. I figured that after having your period last week, you would be so hot for it today and I found that I just couldn't get away from my desk. I knew that you would like what Marcus has to offer, have you seen it yet?"

"Yes Alan, I have seen it, he's waving it around, trying to convince me."

"Don't deny him sweetheart, I know that he will show you a good time. And I will be back with you next Tuesday, I promise."

Wow, a commitment ... so it was scheduled to go on at least another week. "Okay," I said resignedly and pressed the disconnect button on the phone. I looked up at the chauffeur, "You must be Marcus then, welcome to my bed."

He gave me a very self-satisfied smile and shuffled his knees in between my legs and I parted them wide, allowing him access to my body. He leaned forward, letting his long cock with the moistened tip press against my naked belly, his face closing on me and his mouth claiming mine.

Marcus was good, about the same age as me, with a body that would put most others to shame. Tight six-pack, rippling muscles ... but even as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I knew that I could never tell Gerard about this one.

He had done this many times before ... seduced a woman I mean. I had no idea though how many had been as a surrogate for Alan. His lips were good, his tongue commanding, his body hot. I closed my eyes and felt him peel the few items of lingerie from my body. I lifted my hips to let the thong go and I lifted my shoulders for the cami to lift over my head.

Then I was back on my back and my body was naked to his touch and I felt that mammoth cock -- long but not thick -- nudging in the wet channel formed by the parting of my inner lips. He pushed it forward and the head of it came inside me. I allowed the muscles down there to grip at it, holding it warmly within me.

'Oh shit,' I suddenly thought, 'I will have to have protection this time.' "Stop!" I told him, "I can't afford to get pregnant." I struggled to reach across to my bedside table where I had placed some condoms.

I handed him one and he looked at the wrapper, "Not big enough," he said proudly, "I'll get my own." He pulled the tip out of me and scrambled off the bed, reaching into his trouser pocket. He pulled a condom out and tore the wrapper, quickly unfolding it over his so long erection.

Then, he was quickly back onto the bed and I was able to welcome his entry now with relief and contentment.

Did I feel the extra two inches of this long cock? You bet I did. He pounded it into me and I came, but he wasn't as accomplished as he thought he was, nor as accomplished as Alan actually was. I did manage to cum twice so I am not complaining and this extra long cock was indeed a novelty that I one day might talk to my girlfriends about. It's just that he didn't have the finesse and the style of Alan.

We didn't sleep after it like I do with Alan, and in half-an-hour, he was up for it again. But this time, he moved to sit on the side of the bed, and had me straddle his body, lowering myself onto the extra-long cock. It filled me completely, even more so when he stood up, carrying me with him and proceeded to walk us through the house. Every step he took pushed my body up and own on his vertical cock buried deep within me. I came violently between the kitchen and the dining room and he came just after he delivered me flat on my back on the bed.

I felt his cum splashing around inside me, warming the wet lining of the end of my vaginal passage. 'How can I feel that this time?' I pondered, then too late, I realised that he had removed the first used condom but I never saw him put on another. Had he tricked me intentionally? I was 9 days into my cycle, would the father of my first born not be Gerard ... and not be Alan ... but Marcus the chauffeur. 'Oh my God, another painful wait to see if I'm pregnant.'

The End



His Wife Poses With...



His Wife Poses With His Best Friend 

It's now been over six months since Jim visited us, but we still think of his time here with excitement and a certain amount of lust. 

For those of you who are reading our stories for the first time, let me bring you up to speed quickly, before starting this chapter of our erotic experimentation.

Up until about two years ago, we were your average married couple. Happy with each other, and happy with life in general. 

We're still very happy with each other and with life, but it's suddenly become a lot more interesting and erotic. 

It all started with an almost accidental sharing of a picture of our new hot tub with my best friend Jim, over the 'net. A simple action like showing him our new hot tub with my wife in it (ok, she was naked) ultimately led to one of the most interesting and erotic experiences we've ever had. 

We started off by sharing increasingly erotic pictures, from simple topless shots to fully nude, spread legs and all, to photo's of her masturbating with her favourite dildo, all via the 'net with Jim. Six months ago, he came over for a visit, which ended up with me having Jen expose herself to him for real, and eventually fuck us both at the same time. 

Our experiences were fantastic, and we've thought about it almost non-stop since he's left, often while making love, we'll fantasise aloud that Jim's still with us and that he and I are fucking her at the same time. Unfortunately, he's not here any more and it's probably going to be a long time before we see him again, as we're two continents apart and it'll be a few years at least before we see each other again.

That, in a nutshell, is what's happened in the past two years. For the full details of our experiences to date, you could read our other stories, also here at Literotica which will give you more of an idea of what we got up to. Now let's get on to the latest installment of our erotic diary.

Since Jim left, Jen and I have talked about our experiences a number of times, analysing the things we did, why we did them and how we felt about it, and have agreed that what happened then was probably a once-off event (or events, if you want to get technical, because we did share her a few times) that won't be repeated. 

While the experience of sharing Jen with him was one which we all enjoyed, we think it's because of the person and not the act. That doesn't make sense, does it? Let me rephrase it for you. Having a threesome is probably not going to happen again, because we did it with Jim, whom we both love dearly as a friend. He's a special person with whom we felt comfortable doing it, but we don't think that we'll find someone else with whom we share the same kind of bond. Of course, we may be wrong and that person could walk through the door at any moment, but we'll have to wait and see if that ever happens.

Our other activities have carried on as normal, and we've enjoyed them even more, if that's possible. We're still taking nude photo's of Jen, we're still swapping them with Jim, who is still enjoying her special displays for him. Jen's gotten more adventurous, and has a wonderful time fulfilling his special requests when we can. His last request was quite kinky, but she loved every second of the photo session, which involved her using two dildos, a cucumber and strawberry lubricant while he watched us doing the shoot "live" on the webcam. 

Part of the discussions we had following our threesomes with Jim revolved around the things that arouse her, and what activities are the most sexually satisfying for her. She told me she loved the feeling of being gently taken by two men, one in her pussy and one in her mouth, and she said that the orgasms she had then were the most intense and fulfilling she's ever had. From my side, I confessed to her that the sight of her being filled by my friend while she was sucking on me certainly made me come harder than ever before. There's something intensely erotic about watching the woman you love being taken in front of you. I remember on two occasions while Jim was here, just watching as he slowly made love to her. OK, watched and took photo's, if you must know. I've never denied being a voyeur, you have to admit. We've made new and exciting discoveries about ourselves and each other and we're now making sure that we don't waste these insights.

Anyway, what I was going to say before getting sidetracked was that on one of those occasions, she looked into my eyes, and I could see the love she felt and knew just how much she enjoyed the sharing. It showed us both that we trusted each other completely, and were willing to share the person we loved most in an intimate way without feelings of jealousy or anything remotely negative intruding on our joy. 

What I remember most clearly is watching her face as Jim slid into her, and her look of pure ecstacy as she felt his cock spreading apart her pussy lips and pushing into her warm depths. 

They were on the couch in front of me, both still clothed, relaxing after a day spent walking through the bush and then swimming in the sea. I had just finished downloading a set of photo's to the laptop, and still had the camera with me. I'd had enough of doing landscape shots and thought I might try doing a few nudes instead. Having decided that it was going to be a photo shoot, I asked Jen if she felt up to it.

"Yep, if that's what you guys feel like." was her reply. 

"Ok, hun. Would you like to take your top off and stand by the window where the light's better?"

"Sure, whatever my master wants", she joked as she stood up and took off the loose t-shirt she was wearing, exposing her lovely boobs to us again.

"Right, step over to the window and look out at the garden."

"Now turn slightly to your left. Yes, that's it. Perfect."

Click.

I shot a few pictures of Jen staring out into the garden, with her bare breasts bathed in the late afternoon sun, turning them a lovely golden colour. I could see her nipples perking up, and somehow I knew that it wasn't because it was cold. She was enjoying posing for the camera, knowing that there were two guys watching her stand around semi naked. 

"Why don't you take off your shorts and do the same pose, just in your panties this time?" I asked.

She didn't answer, but unsnapped the button on her shorts and pulled them quickly down, then kicked them away, almost into Jim's face.

Jen stood facing the window, now dressed only in her panties, as I snapped a few pictures of her beautiful body. All the time Jim was telling her how fantastic she looked, and how great he thought the photo's were going to be. His blatant flattery seemed to be working because although she was blushing and pretending to be shy, she was becoming more and more relaxed and her poses were showing it. She'd turned around and was facing us, facing the camera, and was cupping her breasts shyly, hands over the nipples. We could see that she was rubbing them against her palms and could hear a slight intake of breath each time the sensitive tips grazed her hands.

"Hey, Jen. How about some pictures of Jim standing behind you, holding your boobs?" I asked.

"Do you want me to pose like that?" said sort of shyly.

"Yeah, why not. It'll be fun." was my slightly out of breath reply.

Jim stepped up and stood behind her, also breathing a bit faster than he had been. His hands soon found their way to her breasts, and he cupped them gently. Jen leaned back into his chest, looked me in the eye, and in that split second, I knew that she wanted him, but that she wouldn't be the one to initiate anything. I don't know why or how I knew it, but I did. 

Something passed between us, maybe one of those semi psychic flashes that most married couples have, and I knew that she wanted me to take charge. 

When we talked about all this later, I found out that while she loved playing my slut, she didn't want to be the one responsible for it. Maybe the strict upbringing she had made her like that, but she believed that good wives don't fuck around. If, on the other hand, I "forced" her into it, or made her my slave, it was fine. Weird how a mind works, isn't it?

"Jim, take her nipples between your fingers and pull on them a bit. This next shot needs her to be quite perky."

"Like this?" he asked, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, accompanied by soft groans from Jen.

"Yep, perfect!"

Click, click, click.

"Move over to the couch and take a seat, bud. Jen, you go over and stand slightly in front of him, facing me, ok?"

They moved over to the couch and Jim sat down as requested. I could see he had a bit of a bulge in his jeans, and thought to myself that it wouldn't be for much longer if I had my way. And to be honest, it looked like I was getting it.

"Right, now I want you to sit on Jim's knee, hun. Yep, like that...no, wait...slightly forward, so your boobs show more. 

"Great!"

Click, click.

"Beautiful, babe. Jim, put your left arm around her and hold her boob again. Ok, nice. Just a bit higher now. Yeah, great."

Click.

Jen was breathing rapidly as she felt Jim's hand on her tit, fondling her nipples again. She didn't move, though, and I knew she wouldn't until I told her to. Once again, I don't know how, but I just knew it. She would be a perfect model, and I knew she would do whatever I wanted her to.

"Jim, pull Jen back towards you a bit. Closer...closer. Now let her lean back into your shoulder a bit." I instructed.

He looked a bit uncomfortable at this point, but I had a feeling that it was probably the boner he had rather than being camera shy.

"Jen, hun, now I want you to lean back and open your legs a bit."

"Open my legs?" she asked, sort of innocently "so you can take a picture of me sitting almost naked on Jim's lap?"

"Yes, babe, that's right...and in this shot I want to see your legs open, and get a nice shot of your panties. And I want Jim to put his hand on your leg, quite close to your pussy."

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes, I really do...and maybe later I'll tell you to do other things that are even sluttier."

Jen's eyes gleamed as I said that, and I could tell by her stiffened nipples that she was very keen to get on to the sluttier things.

"Fine, I'll be your slut if you want me to. What must I do to now?" 

"Just lean back like I said, and open your legs...beautiful, hun."

Jim was grinning like a Cheshire cat as we spoke, and I knew he loved the idea as much as I did of having Jen be my slut, because he knew what I had in mind.

"Jim, she's not open wide enough, pull her right leg towards you. Yeah, now I can see her crotch properly."

Click, click. Two more frames of Jen's exposed crotch, Jim's hand hovering inches away. Thank goodness I'd bought that extra memory card for the camera. I had a feeling this was going to be a long session and I'd get quite a few good pictures!

"Last one like that, mate. Next one I want is going to be like that, but without the panties."

I helped Jen up, and pulled off her panties gently. She looked down at me and smiled.

"What must your little slut do now?" she asked.

"Sit down on Jim's lap again, and open your legs for me...and him..."

She sat down, leaned back into his chest again, and smiled at me as I clicked away, getting more and more photo's of her sitting naked on his lap. She opened her legs and closed her eyes, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

Jim, still being a real gentleman and perfect model, waitied until I asked him to hold her legs open. By this time, Jen was using Jim almost like an armchair, lying back, her open legs hanging over his. He had his arms around her, cupping her breasts, still playing with her nipples.

"Reach down, put one hand on each thigh, and hold her legs apart, mate."

I knelt down and snapped off two quick shots, closing in on her crotch with Jim's hands on either side of her now naked pussy.

"Jim, I want you to hold her pussy now. Or better still, put your finger up her."

Jim moved Jen slightly, to get better access, and cradled her in his left arm as his right hand found her pussy.

I could see Jen lean back, held tight in his arms, leaning back so her tits thrust out. Her head was way back, her eyes closed. I knew she was concentrating on the sensation of Jim's hand rubbing lightly over her nether lips. I could see her arch her back, spreading her legs as widely as she could, making it obvious she wanted his hand to explore further.

"Do you want his fingers in you, hun?"

"If...if you want Jim to touch me, I'll open myself so he can.". Breathless reply. "anything you want me to do, I will."

I nodded at Jim, and he teasingly moved his hand to the very opening of her vagina, but held back as I took shot after shot of his fingers, poised at her entrance.

"Uuuuuhhhhhhhh..." she cried, as Jim's fingers opened her up. He spread her lower lips, looking on in fascination as Jen's belly contracted with the waves of her first orgasm. He'd barely touched her and she was coming!

I nodded again, and he ever so slowly slid the middle finger of his right hand into Jen's warm waiting pussy. Jen bucked against his hand, wanting more, obviously. 

"My little slut seems to be excited, and she looks like she's enjoying your finger in her." I said to Jim, almost as if Jen weren't there. This seemed to excite her even more, and she squirmed in his lap.

"You want to try two fingers?"

Jim pushed a second finger up Jen while I watched, and I could see she loved it. I zoomed in for two or three closeups of his fingers in her pussy, then another two or three shots of her face. Head thrown back, eyes tightly shut, Jen was in ecstacy, being probed by Jim's fingers. I caught a her orgasm on camera.

I stepped back suddenly, and put the camera down.

"Jen, get up."

She reluctantly opened her eyes, looked at me, and then slowly pulled herself up and off Jim's fingers.

"You're my little slut, right?"

"Yes."

"And you'll do whatever I say?"

"Yes."

So far, so good.

"Jim, I want you to fuck her, mate."

Jen's eyes widened, she looked confused for a second, until I whispered that I loved her in her ear. She walked through to our bedroom, followed closely by Jim, who was shedding his clothes as he walked. I followed them both, leaving the camera behind. I wanted to watch without being distracted this time.

"On the bed, hun." I ordered.

"Take her however you want, bud. You can do whatever you want to her, as long as I'm here watching..." I said with a grin, and pulled up a chair.

Well, I won't recount everything that happened that afternoon, but I will tell you about the part that's stuck in my mind for ever. The rest I'll leave to your imagination.

Jim stood at the foot of the bed, naked, holding his cock in one hand, stroking it to full erection while Jen positioned herself. She lay on her back, with her head close to where I sat near the head of the bed. Jen's eyes wandered to Jim's cock, and I knew she couldn't wait to feel him in her. She was wet, very wet...

Jim climbed onto the bed as Jen looked at me. 

"Do you want me to do this?"

"Very much."

It was the first time that she'd have another man fuck her since before we were married...well, at least her and another man one on one...Jim and I had shared her, but this was different. It was all about her and him alone. I was going to be a spectator only this time.

Jen opened her legs, and I watched Jim kneel between them, holding his cock to guide it to her wetness. I watched as he inserted the tip between her folds, then watched as he slowly pushed himself into her, sliding his cock deep in one easy stroke. I looked into Jen's lust-filled eyes and we both whispered "I love you." at the same time.

I leaned back in the chair, and watched her being slowly, gently fucked by Jim...



His Wife Surprised Him Again



I hope that both men and women will enjoy this story of a couple who've been together long enough to know each other very, very well, yet still find ways to surprise each other in the bedroom.

I'd like CONSTRUCTIVE feedback, especially from female Literotica contributors. 

Abdul.

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His wife surprised him again. 

He was propped up in bed in his T-shirt and briefs, covered to the waist in clean sheets channel surfing when she came out of the bathroom wearing wide black Velcro cuffs on each wrist and ankle, and a smile. Had it been a year? Six months? She didn't do this often but damn, he liked it when she did.

Of course every time she did it he silently swore to find those cuffs so he could decide when they did it, but he searched the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, hall closet, and finally just gave up. She decided when he was going to tie her to the bed. Why complain, he eventually decided, the sex was great twice a week,sometimes three times a week, but whenever she wanted to be tied up he was really, really happy to do it.

He threw off the covers and stood to meet her, smiling. Her smile was subtle, his broad. Her eyes positively danced until he lost sight of them as he took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. She was warm and smelled... clean.

Her arms didn't respond to his hug. That was part of her game: She wouldn't say a word or resist anything he did until he'd deposited a load of sperm in her cunt. Had they ever talked about this? He couldn't remember ever discussing it but he knew what to do. Her only gesture as he gently directed her to the bed was to hand him the heavy nylon cords she had cut to the perfect size for her confinement. 

The bed wasn't king or queen sized, just a regular bed, big enough for two sleepers, and just wide enough for her to lie comfortably with her hands near the headboard's posts. There was no footboard to get in his way as she placed her feet wide apart. He looped the cords through the rings on her cuffs and secured her ankles to the metal legs of the frame before moving up to her right hand. Before he tied her left hand he took a moment to slide an arm under her back and gently lift her and shove a pillow under her ass. She made no effort to either help or resist, just kept smiling and watching his every motion with those big brown eyes. He never asked her, but he was sure she came to orgasms more quickly when her ass was elevated like that. Once she was tied he brushed her hair away from her face gently and bent down to kiss her lips again.

When he straightened up she watched him skin his T-shirt off over his head as he stepped to the foot of the bed, then bend to remove his shorts. His dick waved at half erect as he touched her toes. She kept smiling.

One hand on each big toe was how he started. She kept smiling. He dropped to his knees between her feet, massaging her toes with his palms. 

As he moved his hands to tickle her feet she started giggling in anticipation. His smile might actually have gotten bigger. It was hard to tell. She broke into outright laughter as his fingers found the sensitive spot under her arch. She began to struggle against the cuffs, not to escape; she was just writhing against his efforts. He knew she liked it as much as he did and she knew he was right.

Her body stilled as he moved to put his mouth on her left leg, just above the cuff. She had shaved as smooth as silk for him. He kissed, then licked, and began to move up her shin, taking a while at her calf, before moving to the other leg to repeat the process. He glanced at her face as he moved: She was smiling again but her eyes were shut and her white teeth showing now. 

He looked back at her legs. In the years they'd been married she'd put on a few pounds and wore most of it in her thighs and belly, but it was certainly nothing to complain about. He resumed licking until he got to the inner joint of her hip.

Her pubic hair was close trimmed, not shaved, nothing to bother his mouth as her scent filled his nostrils. He kissed his way along the tendon of the sensitive joint to her crotch, resting his cheek against her and feeling her lubricating female juice on his face. She squirmed again, not like before, more gently, maybe trying to push her crotch against him. He moved again, this time to put his tongue into the folds of her inner labia.

From this point he could see her belly and breasts and beyond them her chin pointing at the ceiling now. Her body was heaving, her breath shallow as he worked her toward her first orgasm of the night. He watched her tremble before putting his hands on her hip bones, over her ovaries, then moving them up her belly. He could feel muscles tighten under the softness of her flesh. 

He moved his hands up her sensitive flanks, another ticklish spot for her. She could barely catch her breath between the orgasm and tickling as she began to laugh again. How long could she go without a deep breath? He pressed his mouth into her harder and coaxed both another orgasm and more laughter out of her.

She was panting now, shaking her head from side to side, and pulling against the nylon and Velcro so hard that he entertained the thought that she might get a muscle cramp and ruin the whole thing for both of them. He decided to stop licking instead and moved up so that he could fondle her breasts.

His chest rested on her pubes while he licked her belly button and kneaded her breasts in his hands. She took several deep breaths and looked down to make eye contact with him. He raised his head and smiled back at her.

He moved up to support himself over her on his hands an knees, then bent to kiss her. Finally he gently let his weight down onto her helpless body. His penis was fully erect now and they both felt it throbbing against the outside of her soaking crotch. She didn't have to ask: He broke the kiss and positioned himself.

Would he ease into her or thrust hard? Was she wondering behind that smile? Did she know he hadn't decided? Her head lolled, her neck no longer holding it off the mattress to look at him. He entered her slowly, so he could watch her react. She didn't disappoint him; her breath was audible, a deep "Huuughnn!" before he covered her mouth with his.

He began to thrust and she ground herself against him, clinching her vaginal muscles as he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

He tried to pace himself and was rewarded by feeling her body writhe with another orgasm before his became impossible to resist. At length he flooded her and lay still on top of her, breathing as heavily as she.

She composed herself and broke the silence before he could speak. "You can untie me whenever you want to, darling," she moaned. 

"O.K." he said, climbing out of the bed. He untied her right hand and right ankle but when he walked to the other side of the bed he didn't untie her left. For the first time that night she looked puzzled. 

He reached across her and grabbed her right arm. She watched as he pulled it, rolling her half way over, and tied it to the same post as her left. Before repeating the operation with her feet he pulled the pillow from under her hips, roughly pushed it under her head so that their mixed juices were sticky-warm against her cheek, and then proceeded to finish re-tying her on her side. He picked the covers up off the floor and covered her up to her chest, tucking her in like a child, then turned out the lights and climbed in behind her.

He curled his body around her back, pressing against her and with his hand squeezing her breast again. She tried to turn her face to him, but in the dark she barely saw his silhouette leaning over her.

"Tell me if you need to pee and I'll let you up if, and only if, you agree to let me retie you," he said. "Otherwise, I'll let you up before I go to work. O.K.?"

"O.K." he heard her say through another grin. "I love you."

He covered her mouth with his and felt the grin as he kissed her goodnight. Then he laid his head on the pillow behind her hair, smelling it's fragrance as he fell asleep with his arm around her waist, pressing her back to his body.



His Wife's Boyfriend



Author's note: This is a story about a man who enjoys sharing his wife with other men, as told from the perspective of the "other man." If you find this situation offensive or distasteful, please don't read any further.

At age 41, divorced, and with a 16-year-old son living at home, Jake had neither the time nor inclination to seek a relationship with another woman. He didn't need to complicate his life any further. If only he weren't so excruciatingly horny all the time, he wouldn't need to worry about women at all. But he had always been burdened with an unusually high sex drive, and jerking off only temporarily relieved that constant, aching pressure in his balls.

Since his divorce two years prior, sex had become an obsession. He thought about it constantly, to the point where he wasn't able to concentrate on his work. He often wondered if something were wrong with him. His ex-wife certainly thought so. In fact, his constant need for sex was one of the many factors that drove them apart. No matter how much she gave him, it seemed it wasn't enough. She told him this made her feel as though she were less of a woman.

Jake took a swig of beer and scrolled through the profiles on the screen resting on his lap. He had tried several dating sites since the divorce, and it seemed as though all of the women he encountered were looking for the type of long-term commitment that he wasn't ready or willing to give. And he wasn't the type to lie to a woman and make promises he had no intention of keeping just to get in her pants.

He had also tried the bar scene, and did manage to find a couple women willing to fuck his brains out for a night. He never had much trouble attracting women. But the bar scene was a real hit-or-miss venture, and it seemed there were far more misses than hits. And he was couldn't help but wonder how many men those women had been with, and what potential diseases he could bring home with him.

All he wanted was to find a good-looking woman with an extraordinarily high sex drive who wasn't looking for a husband and just wanted to fuck all the time, with him and him alone, on a regular basis. Was that so difficult?

He laughed to himself. Of course, the idea was absurd. Most women -- at least the women his age -- weren't interested in becoming "friends with benefits." If any such woman did exist, he had no clue where to find her.

That aching sensation in his balls became more persistent, and it was time to jerk off again. He switched over to his favorite porn site and began searching for videos in his favorite genre. He especially enjoyed the amateur stuff. He liked real porn involving real people, having sex because they enjoyed having sex and not because they were getting paid for it.

As he scrolled through the pages, he noticed the ubiquitous advertisement for a website on the right hand side of the page. This site caters to people who are looking for adult "friends." No strings attached. Although he had seen the ad dozens of times, it had never occurred to him to check it out. It seemed too outrageous to be true. But what did he have to lose?

He clicked the link, and was presented with a log-in page. He created an account and answered the questions about his location, gender, age, height and weight. The next question was about his dick size. He couldn't help but laugh. What kind of site was this? He was confident that he was at least average in that category, but decided to leave that answer blank for the moment. He also opted not to fill in the description of himself and what he was looking for. That could wait for later, depending on whether or not he decided to maintain his account.

Once he had completed his registration, he was presented with the home page, which displayed the profiles of dozens of men, women and couples in his area. It was shocking to learn how many people in his quiet suburban area were trolling the internet for sex partners. He performed a search for single women within a 20-mile radius of his home and found enough hits to convince him that he should shell out the extra money for a "bronze" membership to the site, which would allow him to see full member profiles, as well as the ability to contact other members.

He explored the various features of the site, which included a section for webcams, a message board and a chat application. He completed his profile by adding a description of himself and what he was looking for. He decided to be brutally honest, as it would be the only way he would ever find the type of woman he sought. He also added a few photos of himself, but was careful not to post any public photos of his face. If anyone knew he was a member of this site, he felt it would be incredibly embarrassing.

After several weeks of scrolling through profiles, sending messages and chatting with a number of people online, several truths became evident. It seemed as though nearly all of the single women who were members of the site were either grossly overweight, likely to be carrying an infectious disease, or men posing as women -- or all three. The attractive women who seemed to fit his profile simply didn't respond to the messages he sent. And on the rare occasion when he found a woman who would accept his chat request, it seemed as though she was just lonely and looking to chat, and uninterested in actually meeting in person.

By the time he figured out that this site was a waste of time, more than a month had passed, and he had already begun to pay for the next month's subscription. Since he was already paying for it, he decided he would give it a few more weeks and then close out his account before the end of the month. He was too frustrated to bother reaching out to any more women, but left the chat window open in the background as he worked, just in case someone wanted to reach out to him.

With only a week remaining until the end of the month, Jake was working at his desk in his home office when he heard a "ping" sound from his laptop, signaling that he had just received a chat request. He opened the chat window, and the request had come from a user named "hotwife603". The little icon next to the user name indicated that the ID belonged to a couple.

He accepted the chat request, and a message popped up.

How's it going?

He had participated in many of these types of chats before. Usually, it was a lonely guy who just wanted to chat. When it was late at night, and he was lonely as well, Jake didn't mind the company. But as it was the middle of the workday, he had higher priorities.

"Just dandy," he typed. "How 'bout you?"

I saw you online and figured I'd introduce myself. I'm Matt, and my wife's name is Laura.

Out of curiosity, Jake clicked on the user name to view their profile. The main photo showed a naked woman from the neck down. She had small, but perky, tits, a flat tummy, a shaved pussy, and shapely legs. He clicked over to view the other photos they posted. All of the photos were of the wife, and all from the neck down or with the face blurred out. In some photos, she was dressed provocatively. In others, she was completely naked. She had a very nice body, and he couldn't help but notice that this woman had the most beautiful ass. He had always been a sucker for a woman with a fine ass.

Their description listed her at 48 years old, and he was listed at 51. Jake found it difficult to believe it was the body of a 48-year-old woman in those photos, and guessed that the photos were likely several years old. They described themselves as a fun-loving couple who had been married for nearly 25 years. They enjoyed going out for dinner, drinks and dancing. And under the section where they described what they were looking for, Jake learned that the husband enjoys sharing his wife with other men. 

In all of the time he had spent on this web site, Jake was shocked to discover how many couples were members of the site. He thought swinging had died in the 1970's, but it seemed that an entire subculture of swingers had been living right under his nose in suburbia for years.

He had never given any serious consideration to being with a couple before. The idea of tag-teaming some guy's wife for an evening may have been intriguing as a fantasy, but the reality was that he would likely feel uncomfortable having sex while another naked man shared the same bed.

"I'm sorry," he responded, "but to be honest, I'm really not interested in having a threesome."

That's good, Matt responded. Neither am I.

Assuming Matt was just another lonely guy looking to chat, Jake began to type a polite response to break away from the conversation, but another comment popped up on his screen.

I enjoy sharing my wife with other men, but I don't participate.

Jake couldn't imagine why any man would ever want his wife to have sex with another man. The whole situation just seemed weird. However, it occurred to him that this may be a perfect fit for what he had been searching for. A married woman would not be seeking a long-term commitment, nor would she be as likely to give him an STD as some of the single women he had encountered in bars and on the website. And this woman certainly seemed to match his physical profile. In fact, she was gorgeous.

"Would you mind sharing a face photo of her?" Jake asked.

Moments later, he received an invitation to join Matt's friends list. He accepted, and returned to their profile page. He clicked over to their private photos and was very pleasantly surprised to see that Laura was a very attractive woman. She had bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and a terrific smile. There were a few wrinkles on her face, but otherwise she could have easily passed for her mid-30's.

"She's stunning," Jake wrote.

Thank you. I hope you don't mind, but I looked at your private photos, too, when you accepted my friend request. 

"No problem. Did I pass your test?"

It's not my test you need to worry about! LOL. But yeah, you look like her type.

This was so strange, Jake thought to himself. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of a husband setting up a date for his wife. He wasn't sure that he wanted to get involved in that situation.

We're planning to have drinks tonight at around 8:00. If you want, you could stop by and say hello. No promises for anything more than that. Just a friendly meeting.

Matt gave him the name of the place where they would be, and Jake thanked him for reaching out to him, but was careful not to commit to meeting them.

For the next several hours, Jake had trouble concentrating on his work, as he wrestled with the idea of meeting this couple. The whole situation was so bizarre, he thought. But this woman was everything he was looking for: attractive, clean, petite, sexually adventurous, and not looking for a husband.

He really couldn't think of a good reason why he shouldn't meet her, aside from the fact that it was such a weird situation. Certainly, no harm would come from simply meeting a couple in a bar. What did he have to lose?

After dinner with his son that evening, Jake showered and dressed in his best "going out" clothes. He gave his son the usual lecture about locking the doors, not answering the phone and calling in case of emergency. By the time he arrived at the bar, his stomach churned with butterflies. He had to sit in the parking lot for a moment to gather himself and allow his heartbeat to slow.

"I'm just meeting some people for drinks," he said out loud to himself. "No big deal."

He recognized her immediately, as soon as he walked through the door. She was just as beautiful in person as she was in her photos -- perhaps even more so. He assumed that the man seated with her at the table was her husband, although there were no photos of him on their profile to verify that.

Every nerve in his body stood on end as he approached their table. Neither of them seemed to notice him until he was standing right next to their table. Matt quickly rose to his feet and gave Jake a firm handshake. He was a bit shorter than Jake, and probably thirty pounds heavier. He had a receding hairline and carried much of his weight in his midsection, as most men his age do.

Jake then turned to Laura, who extended her hand and flashed a friendly smile. En route to the bar, he wondered whether perhaps Matt had set up this date without letting his wife know about it. But the way she seemed to recognize him let him know that she was fully aware of the reason why he was there.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice," Matt said as Jake sat across from them. For the next several minutes, Jake answered questions from both Matt and Laura. He explained his relationship status, the fact that he lived with his son, and verified that he works from home as a data analyst for a large corporation. In many ways, the conversation seemed like a job interview.

"So tell me about yourselves," Jake said, attempting to shift the focus of the conversation away from himself. "How did you get into...this?"

There was an awkward silence, and then Matt spoke.

"I had prostate surgery a few years ago," he explained. "Unfortunately, that procedure left me with certain things that I was unable to do anymore. If you know what I mean."

They were sitting within earshot of several people in a crowded bar, and Jake realized that this probably wasn't the ideal place to ask such a question. He immediately felt guilty for asking it.

"You don't have to talk about this now," Jake said.

"No, it's okay," Matt responded. "This happened about eight years ago. Robbie was still living with us then. He's our 23-year-old. He lives in Concord now."

Jake looked at Laura, and she seemed transfixed by the wine glass in front of her. She had grabbed her husband's hand from the moment Jake sat down, and she was still holding it.

"Anyway," Matt continued, "after I had my surgery, I just didn't feel like the same person."

"He's way too hard on himself," Laura interrupted. "A lot of it is in his head. He knows I love him, no matter what."

"I know, honey," he responded. He caressed her hand and gave her a kiss.

"She has always had..." he said, glancing around at the people surrounding them, "a high sex drive. Since the day I met her. I was able to keep up with her pretty well until the surgery. Right, honey?"

She smiled, and gripped his hand tightly.

"But since then, I began to feel like I couldn't give her what she needed."

"I told him he was being ridiculous," Laura interjected. "I only wanted to be with him, and no one else. But he was so persistent. At first, I thought he was testing me or something. But he just kept bringing it up again and again."

"He wanted you to be with another man?" Jake asked.

"Yes," she responded, her eyes widening, "and I thought he was crazy! I really did."

Jake laughed, and he was relieved when Matt and Laura laughed as well. It was comforting to realize that even they acknowledged the weirdness of this situation.

"But he just kept mentioning it again and again," Laura continued. "Eventually, I figured out that he wasn't testing me. What he was really doing was offering me this incredible gift. It took me almost two years to figure it out, but this gift was straight from his heart. It was such a selfless act on his part. And he trusted me enough to know that nothing would ever change how I feel about him. I began to feel guilty for not accepting his gift."

Jake did the math in his head. "So you have been doing this for about six years, then?"

Both Matt and Laura seemed to wrestle with that number in their heads, but eventually they agreed that it had been that long.

"I hate to ask," Jake said, weighing his words carefully, "but—"

"I know what you're going to ask," Laura interrupted. "I have only had four boyfriends over the past six years."

"Boyfriends." Jake let that word play in the air for a minute. He also couldn't help but question that number.

"I'm not a slut," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I love having sex, don't get me wrong. But I'm not the type of woman who will sleep with just anyone, and I'm not the type to just have a one-night stand and be done with a guy."

"Good," Jake said. "I'm not that way, either."

Her eyes sparkled at those words. 

"This last-minute meeting that we're having," she continued. "This doesn't happen often. I haven't had a boyfriend in a while. The timing just happened to work out right. And when Matt showed me your photos, I said I would meet you."

"So you liked what you saw?" Jake responded with a smile.

"You're cute," she admitted. Her smile lit up the room. "And you look better in person than you do in your pictures."

"I could say the same about you," Jake responded. "I'm pleasantly surprised."

The way she looked at him sent a flutter through his gut that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I work out," she added. "At least five times a week."

Before Jake could respond, Laura excused herself to the restroom. He couldn't help but notice her firm ass as she turned away from the table.

"She really is stunning," Jake said with his eyes transfixed upon her ass.

"Yes she is," Matt agreed, soaking in the view as well.

Jake couldn't help but question why any husband would want to share his wife -- especially a woman as attractive and amazing as Laura. In every way, both Matt and Laura seemed like perfectly sane, reasonable and down-to-earth people. If he hadn't known what they do together, he never would have suspected it.

"Do your friends and family know about this?" Jake asked.

Matt had just taken a sip of his drink, and nearly spit it out. "Hell no!"

"So how does this work?" Jake asked. "Does she go out on dates alone? Or are you always there as well? I don't really understand."

"She does whatever she wants to do," Matt explained. "Sometimes I am there, and sometimes I'm not. I do prefer watching her."

"So...you watch her with other guys. And you're okay with that?"

"Okay? It's a huge turn-on. Absolutely."

Jake gave him a quizzical look.

"Maybe I'll explain it to you sometime," Matt added, "when we're not surrounded by people."

"Do you ever join in?'

"No, never. I just like to watch."

"Okay," Jake said, relieved.

Just then, Laura returned to the table.

"I sure hope you two weren't talking about me," she said, playfully.

"Absolutely not," Jake said. "We were just talking about...err...sports. Right, Matt?"

Laura shook her head in disbelief and wore a playful expression.

They continued to talk about their lives, and eventually, the waitress brought their checks. Jake rose from the table and was about to thank them for an interesting and fun evening when Matt spoke.

"Do you want to come back to our house for a nightcap?"

Jake was caught off guard. He had a feeling that he had made a connection with Laura, but he wasn't expecting the evening to lead to anything but a few drinks and some conversation. He noted that Matt and Laura hadn't had a moment alone to discuss this offer, and surmised that they must have had some "secret signal" in place for situations like this.

Jake happily agreed, and Laura rode with him to her house. On the way, they chatted about their lives. Jake learned that Laura was a stay-at home mother for a number of years, and began working various part-time jobs about ten years ago. She was currently working as a waitress in a restaurant in their hometown, across the street from the grocery store where Matt serves as manager. In no time at all, they arrived at Laura's house.

They had a small bar area in the corner of their living room, and Jake was invited to sit at one of the barstools, while Laura sat to his right and Matt served as bartender. Laura requested a vodka and cranberry drink, and Jake simply opted for a cold beer.




His Wife's Boyfriend



As their conversation continued, Laura became a bit flirtier. She laughed at Jake's lame jokes a little louder, and made a point to touch his shoulder or arm every now and then. She was turned toward him on her barstool, and would occasionally brush her knee against him.

If he had received so many obvious signals from an attractive woman in any other setting, Jake would have made his move long before then. But it felt uncomfortable to make a sexual gesture toward a married woman, especially with her husband standing just a few feet away. Of course, he knew that was silly, as that both Laura and Matt were obviously okay with it. It was why he was there in the first place.

With some hesitation, Jake moved his hand to Laura's knee. Matt was busy behind the bar and hadn't noticed, but Laura's face brightened, and she placed her hand on top of Jake's. As he slowly stroked her thigh, Jake continued to engage in casual conversation. Laura looked deep into his eyes, and he could read her thoughts quite clearly.

Suddenly, Matt announced that he was taking a bathroom break, and disappeared from the room. For the first time, Jake and Laura were alone together. The instant that Matt disappeared, Jake pulled Laura to him and kissed her deeply. He could taste the sweetness of her drink on her soft lips, and when she opened her mouth, she playfully licked his tongue, which instantly caused his dick to swell in his pants.

He held her head as he kissed her, and enjoyed the softness of her hair. He ran his other hand along her back. She was soft, yet firm, and so petite and fragile that it felt as though she might crumble if he held her too roughly. She wore just a hint of perfume, and its flowery aroma filled his nasal cavity as he kissed the nape of her neck. She responded with a soft moan, while her hands explored his shoulders and back.

She grabbed a handful of his shirt and began tugging it over his head. He helped her with it, and stood before her with a bare chest.

"Mmm," she said with an approving smile. Her eyes roamed up and down the length of his torso and she lightly brushed her fingers through his chest hair. "Nice."

He pulled her to him once more, and their lips and tongues meshed together. He desperately wanted to touch that gorgeous ass that he had admired throughout the day, and he dropped his hands and gave it a squeeze. It was firm and full, and fit his hands perfectly.

"Your turn," he said, and tugged at her top. As she unfastened a few buttons and lifted the shirt over her head to expose her black, lacy bra, Jake couldn't help but wonder where Matt was. It seemed as though he should have returned by then. How would he react to seeing his wife standing in her bra at their bar with a man she had just met?

That thought was pushed out of his head when Laura reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor between them. Her small, yet impressively perky tits perfectly complimented her tiny frame. Jake lowered his head and took each nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. She held his head and moaned, running her fingers through his hair.

He left a trail of soft kisses up her breasts, to her neck, and found her lips once more. She kissed him with greater passion, and reached down to squeeze the bulge in his pants.

"Is that for me?" she asked, coyly.

"That's all yours," he responded.

As she unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper, Jake peered into their darkened kitchen, wondering if perhaps Matt was watching them from the shadows. She reached inside and gripped his cock while lowering his pants and boxers to the floor.

"Wow," she said. "Now that is a very nice dick you have."

Before he could respond, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She stroked his cock with one hand, and seemed to admire it a while before placing it to her lips. Jake could feel a drop of pre-cum surge from the tip, and she slurped it between her lips and seemed to play with it, as if evaluating its taste.

She slid her lips over his cock head and swirled her tongue around it before taking the length of his shaft into her mouth, ever so slowly, inch by inch. He was impressed with how much of it she was able to take in her mouth. She wasn't quite deep-throating him, but it was close. She bobbed her head slowly up and down his length, and her soft lips and tongue formed a suction that felt incredible. This was a woman who clearly enjoyed what she was doing. She was not just sucking his cock; she was making love to it.

As this exquisite blonde housewife continued her skillful and methodical blowjob, she moaned in ecstasy, and the vibrations from her moaning only added to Jake's pleasure. His entire cock was so sensitive that every movement of her lips, every flick of her tongue, and every moan brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

Although he hated to put a stop to it, he desperately wanted to return the favor. He gently took her by the shoulders, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. He stepped out of his shoes and pants, and led her to a large, circular-shaped loveseat in the middle of the adjoining room. He tugged at her pants, and she helped him to remove them. She then lifted her ass off the cushioned chair as he removed her lacy panties.

He was both surprised and pleased to see that she was completely shaved, and he wasted no time in parting her legs and tasting the milky white skin surrounding her hairless slit. She ran her fingernails through his hair as he teased her with light flicks of his tongue around her clit. He alternated those teasing tongue lashes by pressing his tongue flat over her vaginal opening and slowly moving upward, stopping just short of her clit.

She thrust her hips toward his head, practically begging him to take her clit into his mouth. But he was in no rush. He savored her sweet taste, and needed some time to recover after the treatment she had just given him with her mouth. When he felt she had been tortured enough, he finally began licking slow circles around and over her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned. "Fuck yeah. Right there."

She scratched her fingernails more aggressively through his hair, and pushed her pelvis toward his tongue as he continued to flick, lick and suck her clitoris. He inserted two fingers into her vagina, and she moaned loudly in approval. As his tongue continued to play upon her clit, his fingers swirled in and out of her soaking-wet twat.

She was practically screaming now. With his fingers buried inside her, Jake curled his fingers upward and gently tapped her G-spot. That seemed to put her over the edge. She pushed his head into her and thrust her hips into his face. Laura emitted a loud groan, and her body tensed and shook. Her vaginal muscles expanded and contracted around his fingers as she experienced a powerful orgasm.

When her spasms subsided, Jake finally arose from his position. Laura looked up at him with a serious expression.

"You need to fuck me," she said. It wasn't a request.

Jake realized that he hadn't brought a condom. Just as he was kicking himself for that, Matt appeared out of nowhere and handed him one. Jake was startled to see him, as he was so lost in the moment he had forgotten that this woman he was fooling around with was married, and that they were being watched the entire time. He was even more startled to see Matt was naked from the waist down. His small, half-erect cock dangled between his hairy legs.

"Thanks," Jake said, but Matt had already disappeared again.

Jake unrolled the condom onto his engorged staff while Laura waited patiently, still panting and glistening with sweat. She scooted forward and sat at the edge of the chair, while Jake kneeled in front of her. He lubricated himself with her juices and positioned himself at her entrance. He then leaned forward to kiss her, and pushed himself into her. She gasped and kissed him deeply as he easily slid inside her.

"Oh my god," she whispered, short of breath. "You're so big."

Jake had never really considered his cock to be abnormally large, but he was glad to learn that she thought so. Simply hearing those words stroked his ego, and his thrusts became more forceful and deliberate.

I'm fucking a married woman, he thought to himself. And right in front of her husband.

It felt so dirty, and so wrong, and yet it was so exciting. He never thought he would feel like a "young stud" again, and yet that's exactly what he was to this woman: a healthy, virile, well-hung, young stud.

He thrust inside her faster and harder. Laura's legs were spread wide, and she elicited a sexy groan with each and every thrust. He could feel the tip of his cock pounding against her cervix. She wore a pained expression on her face, and she moaned loudly as her body tensed and shook once again. He drove himself deep inside her and held himself there, grinding his pelvic bone on her clit. He could feel her vaginal muscles milk his cock, and she gave a loud and sustained groan.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

When her muscles relaxed a bit, he continued pumping in and out of her. He was so close. Just a few more thrusts, and he would fill that condom to capacity.

"I want you to cum on my tits," she said.

It was an odd request, he thought, but he liked that she was so kinky. He pulled out, removed the condom, and straddled her belly. As he stroked his cock, Laura reached down and rubbed her clit.

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, god, yes. Give it to me. Please."

Jake felt a tremendous amount of pressure building, and when the first stream of ejaculate erupted from his cock, it missed its intended mark and splashed upon Laura's left cheek and chin. Several more spurts followed, and for a moment it seemed as though it may never end. By the time he squeezed out the last drop, Laura's face, breasts and belly were covered with his semen.

"Holy shit!" she said with a giggle. "I guess you were a little backed up, huh?"

Jake smiled, and admired his handiwork. Matt suddenly appeared with a towel, and he handed it to Laura.

"I would kiss you," he told her, "but...well...you know." He turned to Jake.

"Man, you got her good!"

Jake wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he simply nodded his head. Matt was holding another, smaller, towel, and it took Jake a moment to realize that he had probably used it to clean up his own mess. Matt was still naked from the waist down, and his dick was now completely limp, and even smaller than it had appeared earlier.

All three of them dressed and returned to their original places at the bar, where they enjoyed one more round before calling it a night. Matt and Laura walked Jake to the front door. Matt gave Jake a firm handshake and thanked him for showing his wife a good time.

He's thanking ME? Jake thought to himself. After what he just experienced, it was an absurd notion.

Jake received a warm hug and kiss from Laura, who also thanked him.

As he drove home, Jake began to replay the events from the evening. It certainly hadn't developed the way he thought it would. Although he still found the entire situation bizarre, and struggled to understand their arrangement, he had to admit that it was a really erotic experience. Laura had given him the best sexual experience he had in a long time -- maybe the best he ever had, period. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever see her again.

The following afternoon, Jake once again found it impossible to concentrate on his work. He had logged in to the website in the morning, and had been obsessively checking the online status of "hotwife603". Finally, just as he returned from lunch, he noticed their status had turned from red to green.

He didn't want to appear too eager, so he waited a few moments before he sent them a message.

"Hey, I just want to say thanks again for last night," he typed.

Thank YOU, the reply read. Laura really seemed to hit it off with you.

Realizing that it was Matt at the keyboard, Jake typed, "I really like her, too. Thanks so much for sharing her. You're a lucky man."

I don't think I've ever seen her have that sort of chemistry with someone right away. She has never had an orgasm the first time she's with a guy. Hell, she didn't have one with me! You gave her two! She even had one while fucking, and that never happens.

Jake swelled with pride. He attempted to be humble. "I guess I just hit the right spots," he wrote.

Yeah, I guess so! That was really hot.

Jake had so many questions, including where Matt was hiding while he watched the two of them. But there was one outstanding question that needed an answer.

"So what are the chances of seeing her again?" he wrote.

There was a short pause, which caused Jake's stomach to churn.

How about tonight?

A smile filled Jake's face. He eagerly accepted the invitation, and agreed to meet them at their house before heading out for dinner together.



His Wife's Butt



She said she didn't like nasty things but here she was bent over the kitchen counter. My dick pressed up against her butt. Her lunch still cooking off to the right on the stove. I'd asked to get something out of the cabinet in front of her and instead of moving out of the way she'd just leaned over the counter. So I went for it. We were the only ones in the house. She'd come home on lunch break from her office and found me there. It was her and her husbands house and my girlfriend lived there with them, which is why I was there and why I had my hard dick pressed up against that ass of hers.

She was twenty eight and ten years older than me. She had a skinny body and rough looking face. She wasn't ugly but wasn't particularly eye catching either. She wore glasses, square ones and had braces. Spoke with a nice spanish accent as she was Mexican and her husband a paisa. I think she must of had acne in her past because she really layered on her makeup. But her ass. That's what drew me to her. It didn't belong on her skinny frame. Her two cheeks popped up out of nowhere at the bottom of her small back. It stuck out obscenely from the tops of her thighs and the sides of her hips. Two firm and giggly cheeks that I stared holes into every time I saw her.

I'd been staring at her that day as soon as she walked into the house with her suit coat jacket and tight grey pants. My dick was hard the instant it touched the back of her pants. I think she thought I was going to move but I didn't. I kept it on her butt and pressed forward a little.

"Hey." She told me. Her short black hair fell on her neck and I could smell the shampoo she used. She tried to twist away a little but my hands went to her bony hips. She was married but I knew she wouldn't tell her husband. He was too jealous for her tell. Sure he'd try to kill me, but he'd go for her too and she was too submissive a wife to admit to him anything. 

"Sorry." I whispered to her. I looked down between us. Between her shoulder blades to her butt sticking way too far out of her body. Saw the contact between us. "Relax." I said.

"Hey no." She twisted again but I held her firmly and pushed my dick harder into the soft flesh of her butt. I felt each cheek distinctly. "You can't do that."

My hand went down there and I might have fainted if I weren't so excited. Finally after months of staring and dreaming of her butt, here was my hand on it. My dick against it. I gave it a squeeze from the back and her flesh filled my palm. 

"Feel that?" I asked her. 

She stopped moving. I could see her hands at her sides, gripping the the counter with her fake rings and gold bracelet. I saw her wedding ring and put my hand over it. Feeling the diamond between my fingers. Her husband was a lucky man I thought. 

"I don't like that." She said to me, but she wasn't fighting back, only speaking. The sound of her chicken frying in the pan the only sound in the kitchen.

I knew she didn't like anything sexual or x-rated. As soon as something comes on tv that has to do with sex she acts all grossed out. She blushes and says "eeew that's nasty." I don't know how she had a child the way she talk about sex. My girlfriend told me why she thought she acted like that and it's because when she was around my age, I guess she went somewhere with her sister and some guys. They went to a hotel and wouldn't let them out for a few hours. I don't know what went on but it turned her off of sex. I thought she must really be grossed out right now to have some other guy grabbing on her ass and shoving his hard cock against it.

"I can't help it. Your ass is so big Maria." I said.

"Stop. I'm married." 

"I know. Hold on. Just let me enjoy it for a minute okay?"

She didn't answer and that excited me even more. I rubbed my dick against her. My hands went to her chest. To her small breasts. I could feel the hard wire of her bra under her silky shirt.

"You have a girlfriend too." She said as I found her nipples under her shirt. Her shirt was buttoned and I wanted to undo it. How far would I go with her? I began to wonder. I'd only wanted a feel of her butt. Just a squeeze to see what it felt like. Just a brush of my dick against it. But now...I couldn't stop.

"I know. We're not doing anything bad. Are we?"

"Yes. It's gross, please."

"Can I just feel your butt and I'll stop."

"No." I heard her spanish accent in that word and it drove me crazy. 

"I won't tell your husband."

I tugged at her pants and they came down easier than I thought. They became stuck around her massive cheeks where they bulged out the most and I saw the silky red material of her panty's shine bright against her white skin. I gave them a tug and they went down. My hands were all over her ass. She didn't move a muscle as I felt her over. My fingers found the soft crack of her cheeks. The warmth that leaked out from it. 

"Don't tell my husband." She said and I saw her head drop. Her hair hung forward now as I guess she submitted to her fate. I pulled my pants down and my cock sprung forward. I took one of her hands and put it behind her back so that she could feel it. Her fingers brushed against my shaft but she wouldn't touch it.

"Grab it." I told her. She didn't answer. I squeezed her butt hard and groaned.

"Ow."

"Grab it."

She did. Gently. Between her thumb and forefinger. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the tip of it over her ass cheeks. Starting with her left side I worked it over the skin and panty material. Over the arc of each cheek and down between her ass cheeks. Under the curve of her butt where her ass hung low and met her thighs in a crease of skin. I put the head of my dick under her right butt cheek, right where it met her leg and pushed up, lifting the entire cheek with my dick. It bounced. I did it to the other cheek. It bounced too. I out the head down low and center with her crack and pushed up and it slipped upwards lifting the cheeks for a second before it came up through the opening free. It was magnificent. All of it. I felt myself in a dream. I'd never had an ass like this before. Such a bulbous thing on a small body. My girlfriend had an ass, but she was thick all over and it didn't stick out and curve like this one.

Knowing she was married got me even more horny. Nobody would know about this. At least that's what I hoped.

"Is this gross to you?"

"Are you done?"

"No. Stick your butt towards me a little."

"No. My food it burning. I have to be back at the office soon."

"Your the manager you can be late. Besides you just got here."

I opened up her cheeks with two hands and let the tip of my dick find its way between her cheeks in the warmth and cushion of it all. 

"Does your husband do this?"

"Don't talk about him while your doing this to me."

"Stick your butt out."

She didn't so I pulled her hips to me and pushed her back down a little.

"I can't cheat on him."

"What's cheating?"

"Sex."

I could still feel her ass cheeks on me. Heavy like sandbags on either side of my shaft. I dropped to my knees and her ass appeared right in front of my face. I began to kiss her ass cheeks. She wiggled, but I still had a firm grip on her hips. I let my tongue run its course over her cheeks. Over the silky red material caught in her cheeks. Down her crack and to the warmth of her. I pulled down her panty's and opened up her cheeks. There it was. The prize I'd been seeking. The center of my world at that moment uncovered. The pink little hole. Scrunched up and timid. I put my face there and let my tongue run over her ass hole. Felt the hardness of its rim. The softness of her cheeks on either side. Slowly I worked my tongue up her butt. She moaned. I heard her moan and it drove me crazy. Her ass squeezed my tongue as it someone were pinching it. When I pulled it out it popped out as her body expelled me. It didn't belong there and she knew and I knew it. Her body told me with its pressure. I pushed my nose and lips into her ass and squeezed her cheeks shut on my face on either side. Feeling the press of flesh on my face and cheeks. 

My tongue found her hole again and I lined it over and over. Pushing in, then out. Slowly fucking that ass with my tongue. She'd move her hips and make a squeaking noise as I did it. I could smell her pussy too. Feel the heat coming from her. I put a finger to her vagina and couldn't believe how wet she'd become. My finger slipped into her tight pussy and felt the silk warmth of her insides. I pushed in and she groaned as if I'd pinched her. She raised herself up on her toes leaning away from me. Upwards to the counter and cabinets. I used that same finger to find that small ass hole. I felt the strength of her and pushed it into her ass. She screamed and turned away from me. 

I stood up and put her back where she'd been before.

"Does your husband do that to you?"

"No, he doesn't."

I kissed her neck and tasted her perfume. She wore a necklace and I felt it with my tongue. This time she leaned her head back onto me. My fingers were still down there at her precious opening.

"Are you going to tell him what I did to you?"

"No."

"What did I do to you?"

"You touched me."

"Yes I did."

"I'm going to put my dick in you okay?"

"No. I'm married. You can't."

"Just for a little bit. He won't know. My girl won't know. It can be our secret. Here," I turned her around and kissed her. She kissed me back. Her mouth opening and I shoved my tongue in her as I did her ass hole. I let my hands find her small breasts and gave each nipple a run.

"They won't?" Her voice wavered as if she were on the verge of tears.

"No."

I put my hand on the back of her neck and leaned her down so that her head rested on the countered tile. 

"Stay like that okay?"

"Okay."

I opened her ass cheeks and squeezed them again. Grabbed a hold of my throbbing dick and edged it to her pussy. Her lips stuck and grabbed onto my head. I could feel that she didn't shave and had a full bush. Slowly I pushed it in and my dick became encompassed it wet slippery warmth. She moaned. I began to to pump myself in her. Her ass shaking and slapping with the sound of me hitting her with my body. Her vagina was so tight and demanding. There seemed to be only one angle at which my cock could slide in. Her body shook with each thrust into her. I couldn't believe I was doing this to a woman ten years older than me and married. In her house--her husbands house. I looked around for a second and saw pictures of them together on the fridge. He doesn't even know what's happening to his wife right now, I thought as I felt her pussy sliding in my dick. Her pussy had a strong smell and soon it overwhelmed the chicken frying on the stove. 

I pulled out and looked at my red dick. Her pussy had battered it. I adjusted myself so that it aimed at her ass hole this time. Pushed the wet dick head against the tight hot hole. It wouldn't go in.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh."

"Hey no. Not that."

"Does your husband ever do this?"

"No. Never."

"Well I do. Be a good girl and take it for me. No screaming. We don't want anyone to hear."

I let it slide in. It took a while but she opened up. I witnessed my dick head slowly disappear over her stretched hole and up and inside her butt. The head popped in and she screamed and turned her head so that her pitch black hair flew to one side then the other. Her rings clicked against the tiled counter top and she readjusted her footing as if it would help her. I gave her white cheek a squeeze and told myself this couldn't be happening. I was sodomizing this woman who I fantasized over. I'd done it. My dream had come true. Such an ass was mine now, not hers but mine for the moment. I had complete control over this married woman. Here she was getting fucked in the ass by a man not her husbands, and she was such a good wife. A good submissive wife. 

It popped in and I felt as if her entire body weight was crashing down onto my head. As if there were forces inside of her body stronger than anything I could fathom. Everything pushed on my dick. I let it slide in more and felt the vibrant pain that came with squeezing into her backdoor. She cried out again and stopped. Giving her time to take it. Giving myself time to enjoy this moment. I wanted to savor every second of it. She didn't want it there but she was taking it either way. 

I began to fuck her. 

Nice easy strokes then punishing ones that I knew must have hurt her. She moaned loud but took it. Not saying anything but primordial sounds that meant more to me than anything she could have said. I kept at it. Thinking of all the tight pants I'd seen her wearing. All the times I wanted to grab a hold of her ass. Of what it must be like to have her bent over. I was doing it. Her ass was like a vice on me and she screamed finally. She'd had enough I suppose and turned away from the counter twisting to the doorway leaving the kitchen. My dick was till in her and I followed her with my dick in her, my hands on her hips. I brought her down gently. Her knees falling to the floor, her elbows afterwards. 

I kept my motions in her. Kept my dick up her ass.

"Your having your ass fucked right now by me."

"I know."

"You know I've always fantasized about doing this."

"Ugh. Oh, who cares."

I shoved it into her then. She fell forward and her face landed on the floor. Not hard, but hard enough.

"Have you ever wanted anything with me?"

"No. I'm married. I don't even want this--ugh. Your too young anyways."

"Your happy with him?"

"Yes. Oh, this is so gross. So nasty. I can't believe you want to do this. Are you almost done, it hurts."

"Not yet."

"You won't tell my husband about this?"

"Not if you behave. Do what I say."

"What more do you want?"

"Have a threesome with me and my girlfriend."

"What? Ughh. Aghh." I really got it working, so that her ass loosened up a bit and it felt almost like her pussy. Her ass cheeks jiggled in ways I didn't think possible.

"No. This is it. The only thing you'll get from me."

"Then I might slip up and tell."

"No."

"Tell me your going to have a threesome with me then."

"No."

I pushed in hard and kept my dick buried in her. Leaning forward I began to kiss her neck and shoulders. Caressing her with my tongue. Her smells forging permanent memories into my mind. She turned and we kissed. I saw her eyes were watery. 

"Is this the first time having someone in her ass?"

"Yes."

"Do you suck dick?"

"Shut up."

"Do you?"

"No."

"Have you?"

"Yes."

"On who your husband?"

"Yes. Oh my god, shut up...oww."

"Do you like it?"

"It's gross."

"Like this?"

"Yes. This is grosser though. Oh, oh, oh."

"When is the last time you had sex?'

"Hey you can't ask me that."

"My dick is in your ass. I can ask you anything. So a threesome?"

"No."

"I want you to wear a skirt tomorrow okay. Do it and I'll know we have something going on and that you don't want your husband to find out how bad you've been. How nasty you've been."

"No. Hurry and finish. Please."

I pulled her hip to me and thrust myself into her. Hard and fast. My dick slipped out a few times but it found its way back in with a scream and pop. Finally, with her ass up and her face down. Her bubble like cheeks shaking and the smell of her over wet pussy in the air I came. Large bursts into her ass hole. Into this married woman who never wanted it in her butt. Who never wanted to cheat on her husband. Who was on the floor of the kitchen with another mans cock in her butt, stretching it out, giving it up to him. I came into her. Nut after nut into her tight hole. I shoved in deep when I felt it coming and left it in her. Pushing all my weight onto that thrust so that she fell forward and her ass cheeks pushed into me like an overstuffed pillow, a speed bump on the kitchen floor. I held it there for a moment then pulled out. My dick was soaking wet and covered in white cum. It was red and looked battered. Some of the juices fell onto her swollen cheeks that had clenched tight after I left. She didn't move. But lay there as if she were passed out. I knew she was okay because she was breathing so hard. Her grey pants were wrinkled down at her ankles with her silk panty. Her white shirt lifted up a little over her white back. Her hair tossed as if she'd just woken.

"Ouch. You bastard." She got to her knees and groaned again. Turned and saw me then out of nowhere gave me a slap. Then another one, this time a punch. "You bastard. Cabron, puto. Who do you think you are?"

"Whoa. Stop. I just wanted you so bad. It's that ass."

She grabbed my hair and dug her nails into me. "Don't hurt me or my girl might start asking questions."

"And you don't think my husband will when he sees I can't sit down? Or the girls at work when they see I can't walk?"

"Your so stupid and gross."

She stood up and I saw her ass cheeks shake. She pulled up her panty's and pants and went to the bathroom. I turned off the stove and saw her burnt chicken. Then grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to sit on the couch. My dick hurt too. I could only imagine that swollen oversized butt of hers. Everything felt surreal now.

I heard her exit the bathroom and go to the kitchen. She grabbed something from the fridge. Grabbed her car keys and purse and went to the front door. Slamming it as she left. 

I ran to the front window and watched her ass cheeks bounce with each step of heel the pavement. Her ass was just too big, her face a bit too ugly; but she was perfect. Sent from heaven just for me.

THE END. 



His Wife's Cousin



My neighbor, Mike, came over the other day while I was editing a story. I was told him about my writings and showed him where they are posted. He laughed and said how these stories were like the Penthouse letters, mostly bullshit. I agreed but also said I had posted a few REAL events. Like the Tracey stories, which are about a past lover and some of her adventures. He asked if I wanted a true story because he had one. 

I believe this story to be true because of the look in his eye and the excitement in his voice when telling it. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did hearing it. He even showed me a worn picture he carried of a drop dead gorgeous girl in a red shirt, unbuttoned to the waist, sitting on the edge of a bed with her legs slightly parted and her white panties showing.

THIS IS WHAT HE TOLD ME:

I'm 55 right now but when this happened I was 40. If I close my eyes and concentrate I can still feel her skin, hear her tender voice, and smell her hair. But most importantly, I can still remember the taste and feel of that sweet, sweet 20 year old pussy. Memories fade a bit with each year but her I can remember as if it was yesterday. 

As I get older, the young stuff, the sweet young stuff, not the skanky, 'I'll fuck your dog if it buys me a beer.' young stuff. The innocent, "I don't think you should be doing that. Oh my goodness." type of young stuff, gets more difficult to find.

I married Barb when I was 20 and she was 22. For 20 years I never cheated, nor did I really want to or ever think I would. Barb was more than enough woman for me and never left me wanting more. She was a wild fuck and when she sucked me, I'd be pulling a yard of sheet out of my ass. But time has a way of betraying even the best intentions. Especially when you get a chance at one of those women you joke about with your buddies. The kind of woman you'd sell your left nut for if she agreed to suck your right one. Barb's cousin was that kind of woman. 

Barb had an aunt Barb (her namesake). Aunt Barb was married to Bob. They were okay people. We'd see them a couple times a month. The same year I married Barb, her aunt Barb had a daughter, Kim. A year later they had another, Penny. Bob use to tell people that he had come home from two weeks on the road selling. His wife greeted him at the door wearing her long nightgown. At this point in the story, Aunt Barb usually elbowed Bob, but that never stopped him from finishing.

"So I've been away for two weeks, Barb comes to the door in her granny nightgown. I reach in my pocket to put the change on the table, like I always do. Well, a penny falls on the floor. Barb bent over to pick it up. I grabbed that nightgown and flipped it up and nothing under there looked like grandma. I took my shot and that's how the girl got her name."

Penny always left the room when Bob started the story of her conception. Usually crying and running when she was younger. Aunt Barb, of course, always told people that it didn't happen that way, she would never ... standing in the doorway. Bob would just nod his head. That was Bob. He said what he said no matter who was listening. No sense of embarrassment or thinking should I or shouldn't I say this or that. He just did what he wanted and damn the rest of ya. Penny was like her mom but Kim was daddy's girl.

When the girls were growing up, we visited quite often. I was the cool hippie guy married to their older cousin. Bob and Barb moved away when the girls started high school so we missed that stage of their development. We saw them maybe once a year. When Kim and Penny started driving, we never saw them. The girls were seldom home and it was just a bit of luck if we ran into them.

When the girls turned dating age, Bob told them, "Don't get pregnant. ( He didn't trust condoms.) If the guy is all excited, there are other things you can do. Handjobs. blowjobs, just don't come home with a baby in your belly unless you got a husband on your arm." It must have worked because neither girl got knocked up until they were married. If only every girl's dad was like him. Dating would have been so much easier. 

"My dad says I can't have sex but I can blow you."

The reason they they moved away was Bob bought a motel. I can only imagine what it was like for two sexy teenage girls living there. The check-in office was part of the main house. One story Bob liked to tell was when Penny turned 18. At the time the legal drinking age was 18. Kim decided to take her sister out to celebrate. The girls, dressed to the nines, went to a local nightclub for dancing and Penny's first legal drinks.

There were a couple guys hitting on them all night. The girls decided around 12:30 it was time to go home. The two idiots followed them. Can you imagine how lucky these two morons must have felt when the girls pulled into a motel? The girls ran through the office into their diningroom, laughing. The two guys came in shortly after to be greeted by Bob at the counter, with a shotgun. The guys asked if two hot chicks had just come in.

"Those two hot chicks are my daughters and they live here. Now if either one of you can tell me just one of their names, I'll let you leave. If you can't - ( he raised the shotgun) - it means you don't know them and that makes you stalkers and maybe rapists. In which case, I will kill you where you stand."

Bob claims that one guy pissed himself as they scrambled to get away.

Anyway, back to Kim. She had gone to modeling classes at 18 but was never going to make it as a model. She had too much figure for that. She had done some local print and TV. She was one of the girls you see in those late night ads. The girl lounging around on her bed in a halter and mini skirt. 

"My friends and I get so lonely. We're just waiting for you to call. 1-800-hot-girls. I'll be waiting." 

Then she would blow a kiss. My wife told me, Aunt Barb made Kim stop the modeling because it was getting too close to the wrong type. She brought home her portfolio after a shoot. There was too much skin showing for her mother. There were underwear shots and in a couple pictures she was wearing a fur coat and nothing else. Barb would not put up with that. I wanted to see them.

After modeling fizzeled out, Kim went to hair dressing school. She was good at it too. She had even been asked to pose for Playboy in some girl's of hair dressing issue. I think it was just some guy trying to get laid. Kim knew her mother would hit the roof so she said no. But she was that pretty, that it could have been real. She was the type of girl that usually won't look twice at a guy like me. Only she did, because she knew me and even had a kid crush when she was younger. If you can picture Valerie Bertinelli when she was cute and sexy. Now you're getting the idea.

This time, it was me and Barb moving away. Across to the other side of the country. It would be the last time she could see her aunt and uncle for a long time. So we went to visit. Barb and her aunt were reliving memories in the livingroom and I was in the kitchen getting them beers when Kim came home from work. She was wearing a red, short sleeve shirt and a tan knee-length skirt. Her work uniform for Quick cuts or one of those places. You know, the cheap haircut places that hire the pretty girls right out of school.

Maybe, if we had seen them more often, things might have gone differently. Watching someone grow up is different than seeing a gawky 14 year old cousin with braces who has suddenly become a stunning full grown 20 year old stranger with tits and ass. And let me tell you, she had the tits and the ass. 

"Mike." She shouted when she came in. 

She ran over and hugged me. I was surprised at how friendly she was. I was stunned at how good she looked. Her big tits pressed against me as we hugged. She kissed me on the cheek then went in the livingroom to greet her mom and Barb. I followed her with beers for my wife and aunt Barb. Kim's ass moved nicely under her skirt. When I went back to the kitchen, Kim was sitting on the counter with her feet soaking in one side of the double steel sink. 

"Shhh." She giggled. "Don't tell my mom but my feet are killing me." 

I could see quite a lot of the under part of her thighs with her knees bent like that. I tried to make small talk. Just wanting to be near her. I hoped to maybe get a peek up her skirt. Hey, I'd been married for 20 years. 

"The guys don't care if the cut is good or not if they can sneak a look at my boobs while I'm cutting." She said honestly, when I asked how work was. When she leaned forward to rub her feet, I noticed that her shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, With her ample chest there was plenty for the guys to look at. Feeling brave, we were sharing a secret from her mom, I went over and stuck my hand in the sink and began rubbing her foot.

She jumped. "What are you doing?"

"I'll do that for you. You look tired."

"Thanks." She said with a shy smile. 

She leaned back with her hands on the counter. I could tell the tittie gods had been very generous. The shirt was too thick to see her nipple bumps but there was no mistake about the size of her knockers. I was getting a good view of her legs as I washed her feet. She was very tan. My cock was waking up. 

"Barb and I are heading out tomorrow. She wanted some pictures of the family because it will probably be a long time before we can come visit again." It was the truth but I don't think my wife expected me to ask Kim while I was massaging her feet, trying to look up her skirt.

"I gotta go clean up." She said. 

Being Bob's daughter, she wasn't always aware of what was appropriate. I'm sure if her mother or my wife was in the kitchen with us, they would both have given Kim shit for what she did. We were talking and then 'Bingo'. She flashed her snapper. Without a thought for where I was standing, she lifted one foot out of the sink, brought it over the counter and put it on the chair she had pulled over to get up on the counter in the first place. I was holding her other foot and it took a couple seconds to register she wanted to move it. 

For those heart stopping seconds, I was staring at this beautiful 20 year old girl's crotch. She was wearing loose fitting white panties. I could tell she didn't shave. I could see dark hairs curling out each side of the strip covering her cunt. She pulled her other leg across. She jumped off the chair and ran to the other room 

"Go get your camera."

Thank God for frustrated models, I thought. Always ready for a picture. It was her casual manner about shooting me a beaver that made me think I might be able to get a couple jerk off worthy pictures. If her recent crotch shot was any indication of how shy she was. The back of my neck heated up and my heart started beating faster. If my wife ever caught me taking sexy pictures of another woman, she would be furious. Much less catching me taking pictures of her cousin. 

As I walked to the car to get the camera, believe me I wanted to run so she didn't have time to change her mind. I had an autofocus, 35 mil. I stuffed my pocket with 3 rolls of 20 shot film. 60 pictures of her? Wishful thinking. My heart was racing like a kid on his first real date thinking he might get some. And it was with the head cheerleader, not some easy, sleazy skank. I walked back into the livingroom. I wanted my wife and her aunt to see I had nothing to hide. I opened the camera and loaded the film in front of them. 

"You said you wanted some pictures."

"Is that why Kim raced upstairs?" My wife asked.

"I guess." I tried to be nonchalant about it, when I was really very chalant. (if that's a word).

"That girl loves the camera." Aunt Barb said.

"She said to tell you, she'd be in her room." My wife answered.

Holy shit. I thought maybe in the kitchen or back yard I might get a crotch or tit shot. In her room? I paused.

"What?" My wife said. 

She looked at me and then at her aunt, who was also looking at me. They both laughed at the same time. Not a cruel laugh but a 'get real' laugh. As if to say - "neither one of us is worried about you being in a room with that girl and a camera. You're not 20 anymore, besides she's your cousin."

I decided I was going to get my shots. Maybe she won't get naked but I was going to get a jerk off picture just to prove I could. I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined what happened in that room. If I had, I might not have gone up.

(Author's note - I wondered at this point, as many of you may be wondering - I said, "Mike is there an ending to this, or what?" He got very defensive.)

I'm trying to set the mood. I shoplifted when I was a kid. I jumped off a 30' cliff into the quarry pond. I stole a car for a joyride. I once hopped a moving freight train. Now take all the anxiety of those events. Add it to the feeling in your chest for your first tit feelie, first finger bang, first pussy look, first BJ and first fuck. And you have an idea of how I was feeling as I walked up those stairs. 

My wife and Kim's mother were downstairs. Her dad owns a shotgun. I hadn't seen the girl in 6 years. She was movie star gorgeous and I was going to ask her if I could take a picture of her panty covered pussy or a naked tit. If she got upset, any one of those factions could have killed me. I was facing all of them.

(Okay he set the mood.)

I managed to calm myself by the time I reached the upstairs hall. I had built up this fantasy that something was going to happen. Hell, I didn't even know what room was her's. I looked down the hall, three open doors and one closed. That must be it. I passed the master bedroom. Not here. Bathroom, not there. I knocked on the door. Can't just go busting in.

"Who's thereeeeee?" Kim asked in an innocent tone. Before I could answer, she opened the door. "Just kidding." I went into her room. She closed and locked the door. 

'Why did she lock it?' 

My heart was pounding again. My palms were sweating. She was giddy. There was a feint smell of pot? She was wearing the same clothes. 'I gotta clean up', apparently meant fix her hair and do her make-up. Kim had shoulder length dark hair that was done up in a Farrah Fawcett type flip. (from that poster.) I guess she figured there weren't going to be any pictures from the neck down. Like I cared whether or not she even had a head, with that body. She sat on the side of her bed with her arms at her sides.

"Hi. My name is Kim. I like long walks and puppies." She said laughing.

I clicked off a picture. She had a stuffed unicorn on her bed.

"Wait. I'm not ready." Kim said. She wiggled backwards on the bed and leaned her back against a couple pillows with her legs straight out, crossed at the ankles. "How's this?"

"Great, if it's a crime scene photo." I said. "Relax."

"How do you want me?"

"Well." I said, walking over to the bed. "How about..." 

I unbuttoned two more buttons. Her shirt only had one button left. She wasn't wearing a bra. There was a thin white line between her knockers. I could see the side of one tit. It wasn't round like the fake, enhanced tits. It sagged from the size. I saw side tit. That line where her tit rested on her body and then started to curve up. My heart was racing again. This was the first chance for her to get mad. And she did, sort of.

"Hey-y-y-y." She said. "I think that's too much." She buttoned one and reached for the next.

"You mean you let strangers look at your boobs all day long and I can't even get a cleavage shot?" I said. I know it was weak but I was desperate. "Us old guys need to see some skin once in a while too." Like I said, desperate.

She gave me a strange look. She unbuttoned the button. Her shirt fell part way open, held only by the single button at the bottom. Both tits were still covered, but I was getting side tit again. There was about 3 inches of skin between the edges of her shirt. She still had her ankles crossed. She smiled at me. I took a couple pictures. Click, click.

"I thought you use to be a model."

"I was."

"Do some model stuff. Some poses."

"Like what?" She interlocked her fingers and held them under her chin. "Like this?" She laughed, striking an innocent pose. Click.

"How about ... sitting on the edge of the bed?" She scootched down. I saw her tits jiggle but nothing peeked out. She sat with her legs over the side. "Now, push your boobs together with your arms." I interlocked my fingers and pushed my arms together to showed her what I wanted.

"Really?" 

She did it. About one third of each tit and a mile of cleavage came into view as she smushed those babies together. No nipple though. She did her posing smile again. I took a shot. Click. She relaxed and the boobs went away again.

"How about?" I unbuttoned the last one.

"Mike." She said, in a semi scolding tone.

"Wait." I said as she reached to redo it. She stopped. "Just hold down the bottom of each side, you know, so nothing sneaks out."

She held her shirt down. There they were. Her nipple bumps poking against her tight shirt. They were about as big around as my pinkie. I opened her shirt, one side at a time, a bit at a time, until each side of the shirt exposed a tit right to the edge of each areola. She looked down. I was sweating.

"I don't think so." She giggled. "My boobs are showing."

"Just a little." 

Click, click. I shot two pictures before she let go of her shirt and her tits went back into hiding.

She waggled a finger at me. "You're a bad man."

Time was running out. How long before my wife or her mother came upstairs to see what was taking so long? And what about that locked door? It's not like on TV where people say. "I'm coming." And then take 3 minutes. It only takes ten seconds to walk to the door. Then what? 

"Ah, her shirt's open because a bug flew in there and she was trying to get it." Time was running out.

"How about with your hands behind your head." 

She lifted her arms and the corners of the shirt rose up and out. The bottoms of both wonderful tits came into view. By the time she had her hands behind her head, her tits were fully exposed. I clicked a couple more shots. I had my tit shot. They were magnificent. Two 36c beauties with white triangles where her bikini hid her from the sun. At the top of each triangle, a thin white line went up and around her neck. Inside of each triangle, was a dark brown nipple with a half dollar sized areola. Her nipples were erect. 

"MIKE!!!" She mock screamed. She dropped her arms and crossed them over her chest.

"Come on." I said. "You've got such pretty breasts."

"No." She said, with a little pout.

"How about just one?" I tried. "Which is the nicer one?"

"What??" That got her.

"Everybody knows that boobs are different. If you're right handed, your right one is probably bigger. You never noticed?"

She looked at me with disbelief. I nodded my head. She looked at her chest, still covered by her arms. She stuck her crossed hands inside her shirt and grabbed them. I saw her lifting them under her half open shirt.

"Really?" She asked still feeling herself.

"Which one hangs lower?"

"I can't tell."

"Let me see." I tried my concerned voice and not my horny voice.

Here was another chance for her to get upset and call for help. Also if anyone came to the door, I was dead. My dick was standing at attention. I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. She pulled her arms from under her shirt and sat with them at her sides. I moved to her. I stuck my hand inside. I touched one. My dick was throbbing. 

Oh my God. I was actually squeezing her tit and she was letting me. It was way more than a handful. I cupped it. Her nipple poked into my palm. I lifted it. I brushed my thumb across her erect nipple. I put my other hand on the other one. This gorgeous creature was sitting on her bed with her shirt open while I fondled her tits. She looked at me with that gorgeous face. Thank you Jesus.




His Wife's Cousin



"So he plays with them." She laughed.

"How else am I suppose to tell?" I asked.

"Just look at them." She said, pushing my hands away. She removed her shirt and sat with her back stiff. "Well?"

I stared at her, trying to hide my excitement. I moved closer and inspected them. I wanted to suck those nipples. "I think this one's bigger but that one has a bigger nipple."

(author's note - like you dear readers I said, "Right. She whipped off her shirt and said feel my tits?" Mike got mad and told me to go fuck myself.)

That's why I told you about Bob. She wasn't embarrassed anymore. I had just told her something she didn't know about her own body. If I told you something you didn't know. Wouldn't you check? Just in case? Can I finish now? 

She stood up and went to her dresser mirror. Her right tit was definitely bigger and hung about an inch lower.

"Oh wow. I never noticed that." 

She put her hand flat near her collarbone and pulled up. Her tit rose a bit. I took another picture of her reflection. Click.

"Hey." She said again and crossed her arms. She turned.

"How about a shot lying on the bed?" 

She questioned me with a look. She gave me that look women give you when they know you're up to something but they're not sure what. "You can keep your arms crossed." I smiled.

She went to the bed and laid down. She was propped up by two pillows. She was covering her boobs with her hands. I bent her knee slightly and tugged her skirt up a little. Her leg was exposed to mid thigh. I stepped back. 

"Bend your leg a bit more." She did and her skirt inched higher. Click. I snapped a shot. I caught a glimpse of white.

I moved to the end of the bed. She laughed and covered her chest with one arm and moved one hand to push her skirt between her legs. "You're trying to look up my skirt." She said. In a playful way, not angry. She was flirting with me. She was feeling comfortable.

"Just a little." I said. "You've got great legs. Move your hand."

"No. I've got my work underwear on." She laughed.

"They give you underwear at work?"

"Nooo. It's what I wear to work. They're loose and comfortable. You wouldn't believe the butt rash a thong gives me from all the moving around the chair."

"How about...?" 

I moved to the bed. I straightened her legs. I raised one side of her skirt and then the other. She leaned against the pillows again. I moved her skirt until there was about a half inch of white showing between her legs. I could see the bumps her hair made against the cotton panties. There were errent dark pubic hairs sneaking out the loose crotch of her panties. I made sure the skirt material was bunched a bit at her crotch so she couldn't see her panties from her angle. 

"There?"

She looked down at her bare legs. She did her posing smile.

"Put your arms down." She gave me that look again. "Come on. I've already seen them I'll even use an angle where the midget one doesn't look so bad."

"It's not a midget, just smaller. My mom better not see these." She put her hands in her lap and did her posing smile again. 

Click, click.

"Beautiful." I said. Kim blushed. "Gimme sexy." She got confused. "Lie a bit that way and bring this leg over and up." 

I had her partially on her right side with her left leg crossed over and bent. I had a clear shot of her entire thigh and half her ass cheek. I saw the white part of her ass usually covered by her bathing suit. Her panties sagged away from her pussy and gave me a view of her dark curlies. Click. She reached her hand down and felt how much was exposed. She covered her butt with her hand.

"You said you wouldn't take any pictures of my underwear."

"Well, you can take them off if they're that ugly." Here was another point she could get mad.

She got a look on her face that said she finally figured out what I was up to. Maybe her crush years ago wasn't completely gone? Maybe it was the chance to do some naughty posing? Maybe it was the pot? I don't know. 

"You are so bad." She was flirting again. Kim moved her hand. She rolled more onto her stomach. "Is this what you want? You perv."

Her skirt moved higher. She had one leg bent and the other straight. I could see most of her ass. Her panties were loose enough that her bush and her ass crack was showing. The white skin of her private area was such a contrast to her very tan legs. Her left tit was hanging to the bed. My boner twitched. My ears were pounding and my heart racing. The back of my neck was scorching.

Click.

"Get on your knees." I was losing my voice.

"Like this?" 

She was playing now. She was on her hands and knees. Her big tits hung down and swayed a bit. Her skirt hem was now near her hips. Her entire panty covered backside was exposed. She looked back at me over one shoulder and then the other. Her ass wiggled as she moved her head. Her panties were so loose that when she wiggled her butt, I saw the untanned part of one cheek and then the other. 

Click.

"That's it baby. Put your shoulders down and spread your legs."

"Mike." She laughed again, but did it. Her ass was in the air with her head on the pillows. 

Click.

"Those panties really are ugly." I said. 

I moved closer. I pulled them to her knees. She jumped and rolled onto her right side with her knees together and her heels against her ass.

"M-i-k-e!" She shouted from surprise.

"Let me see?" I said as I tugged her panties down her legs and off. She didn't fight me. "Come on. Just a peek?"

"No." She giggled again. I put my hand between her knees and pushed up lightly with the back of my hand. She resisted. I pushed harder. Her leg moved a bit. 

"No." She said with a pout.

Click. 

I pushed again.

"No."

Her knees were now about 5 inches apart. I had a clear view of her pussy. Click. The flash lit up her crotch and for that brief moment, I saw the split of her pussy. 

"No." She said. She was shaking her head and spreading her legs. 

Her knees were now a couple feet apart. She had both legs bent. One on the bed, the other one moving wider and wider. Her pussy lips parted slightly and I could see pink.

"You look so hot."

I clicked off a picture of her lying back, her tits bare and her pussy exposed. Her left knee was about as wide as it could get. Her pussy flaps fell outward and I saw Kim's inner folds and her clit. 

"Jesus, you've got a pretty pussy." I said without realizing I was saying it out loud.

"Mi-i- ke." She said, embarrassed. She looked at me. "Really?"

I wanted to jump her right there and damn the people downstairs. But there's a big difference between a girl showing you her tits and cunt and her letting you stick something in there. If you asked ten girls on the street for a picture of their tits, you might get a couple to agree but that don't mean they'll fuck you.

"This is soooo bad." She said, staring me in the eyes. "We are going to be in so much trouble."

She said, 'we'. We were partners in crime. I clicked another shot as her legs went as wide as they could. She put her hands between her legs and used her thumbs to hold her pussy open. "Penthouse." She said. Click.

She blushed and covered her snatch with her hand. "That was very naughty. Wasn't it?"

I put my hand on her right knee and slid my fingers up. I felt little tremors under her skin. My fingertips touched her hand. She moved it. I slid my hand up until my fingertips touched her pussy. The hair was coarse under my fingers. 

"I don't think you should be doing tha--hat." She jumped a bit. There was a catch in her voice. My thumb found her clit. "How'd you - oh - find that so fa--ast." I rubbed circles.

"Experience."

"Well, Mr. experie--ence. I think you had better st -- op."

She pulled her crotch away.

"If my mom or your wife catches us ..." She didn't have to finish. "How about this?" She jumped to the pose on her knees with her ass in the air.

Oh shit. Her hairy snatch and pink asshole were on display. Her pussy lips were still partially spread from moments before. She looked back at me with her face on the bed. She wiggled her hips. I could smell the soap she washed her cunt with. Peach. 

"Come on. Take the picture."

I did. Click.

Then I lost control. I grabbed her hips and stuck my face in her young twat. I licked at her gash, trying to reach her clit. She jumped and laid on her side again. 

"No. I'm all sweaty from work."

I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed. I grabbed her leg and pulled her to me until her knees were on either side of me and her calves hanging over the edge. She was flat on her back. "I think you taste sweet."

"Whatcha gonna do now." She asked with a wicked smile. "It better be quick."

I buried my face in her snatch again. I lifted one leg over my shoulder. She tasted of sweat and musk and peach and youth. My hands grabbed her tits and pulled her nipples. My tongue found her clit.

"I don't think you ... sh - ould be-e-e-e do-ing ... oh yessss. There. Right there." She grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter into her pussy.

I turned my head so that when I flicked my tongue up and down it moved sideways across her clit. It did for her what it always did for my wife. She held my head and pumped her hips against me.

"Ohhhh Miiiike." She squealed. 

She covered her mouth to keep from making too much noise. I pushed two fingers into her hole, up to the last knuckle. I sawed them in and out while licking her clit. In seconds my fingers were drenched. I stuck a third and finally, my pinkie in her wet hole.

"Please Mikey. Now. Finish me. M-I-K-E-Y." She begged. "Mmmmm. Mmmm. Mmmmm." 

She moaned behind her hand. I jammed my hand faster into her while my tongue flicked her clit. "Mah. Mah. Mah." She said, I think. Then she clamped her hand tighter against her mouth as she screamed and her hips lifted off the bed. Her leg tensed on my shoulder. Her heel was digging into my back. Kim held my head to her until she was done. 

"Oh yeah. That was good. I needed that." She said, breathless. She unhooked her leg.

I unzipped and pulled out my pecker while I was on my knees. I put my hands under her knees and lifted and spread her legs. Her pussy was open. I moved my hips closer. I pushed forward and felt her pubic hair against my cockhead. I went further and her cunt lips parted. I still had the camera around my neck. I couldn't get it all in one shot. I let go of one leg and took a picture of my cock in her snatch, and another from her navel to her face. I pushed my cock in deeper. Her eyes got big. 

"I need this." I said. 

She looked at me. I swung the camera to the side. I bent over and kissed her. 

"We really can't ..." 

My lips met her's. They were so soft. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue, while below she wrapped her legs around my hips to accept my cock. I pushed all the way in and began fucking her.

"Jesus Christ. You got a big dick." She said.

I kept my body upright just to watch her tits jiggle while I fucked her. I watched her beautiful face. Every couple strokes she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I guess she wasn't as inexperienced as I thought. I heard little murmers of pleasure from her closed mouth. I felt my balls slapping against her ass. I squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples. 

Ohhh. Fuck me, Mike."

"Oh Kimmie, baby. Your pussy feels so good." I groaned. I was close. I slammed my cock in and out a couple more times. "I'm gonna cum." I told her.

I lay on top of her to feel her tits pressed against me. I kissed her again. I bit lightly on her bottom lip. Her hips pushed against me. Kim wrapped her legs around me to pull me tight. She grabbed the back of my head. My hips pumped against her. I was sorry I couldn't last longer. At least I made her cum once.

"I'm on the pill. Come in me." She whispered in my ear.

I didn't know if she was or not and I didn't care. I kissed her hard to cover my groans as my cock exploded inside her. I pumped a couple last times and I was done. I pulled out and took another picture of her just fucked pussy. 

Kim sat up. "How about this?" 

She grabbed my softening cock and put it in her mouth. She looked up at me. I took two quick shots. One from above and one from the side. She pulled her face back and my dick popped out. She turned and grabbed her shirt. 

"Now get downstairs before they come up here." She said, putting on her shirt. "You might want to put a new roll in there before you take more pictures."

She was right of course. I looked at my watch. It had only been 25 minutes. It seemed like a lot longer. I rewound the film. I opened the back and got another roll from my pocket. The film was loaded. I turned to see Kim on her knees again, her skirt still around her waist, her bare ass in the air, dropping her panties on the far side of the bed.

Click.

"Mike! Get out of here."

I went downstairs.

"What took so long?" My wife asked. 

I sat in a chair quick. I hadn't checked to see if there was any tell-tale stains on my pants. Fortunately I was wearing dark jeans. That would hide most anything.

"You know. There's nothing worse than trying to get a snap shot of a model. How's this? No wait. Like this. My hair's messed up." I said.

"I hope you got at least one good shot."

I couldn't remember if I had a shot of Kim, I could show my wife. Kim came downstairs a few minutes later in sweat pants and top. We stayed a couple more hours. I got pictures of everyone and group shots. As we were leaving, Kim said.

"Send me copies of the ones of me."

It took a while to find a place that would develop sex pictures. I finally found a guy at Wal-Mart that said he would if I paid for an extra copy for him. I never did send Kim any copies. Too risky. Her mother might have opened the mail. 

That was the last time I saw Kim, except for the funeral. My wife got ill and died about 4 years after we moved. Kim was married by then. We never got together again. I sure would have liked to tap that ass. Hey, you think I should call after all these years? 

*

(author's note - Mike stopped by a couple days after he told me the story. He had a well worn photo album with him. On those pages I saw his fantasy girl in all her glory. She was all he said she was, and more. On the last page was the two half photos pasted together. I asked if I could scan them. He laughed and told me to get my own jerk off fantasy girl.) 



His Wife's Favorite Resort



Karen and Ben enjoy an annual tropical vacation, usually during the long dark New England winter month of February. Each year they picked out a resort or private villa in the Caribbean. One resort was Karen's special favorite, the only one they would be visiting a second time next February, at Karen's insistence. This one was unique and offered special treasures she did not even reveal to anyone but Ben. It was obviously woman-owned and tailored toward meeting the desires of women. Its spa was where Karen discovered this special quality. 

She had been advised upon their arrival that there was a spa just for the ladies and that she was strongly suggested to check it out first thing on day one. It turned out to be a treasure. There she was told this spa was to remain the girls' little secret, that what went on there was not to be shared with any of the men. Interesting, although not yet clear to her as to why. 

She was then given a menu of spa services. It looked innocent enough, except it was labeled "basic services" implying there were perhaps other services beyond "basic'? she wondered. She started out with the expected massage by a young lady. It was very nice. Eventually Karen asked what was meant by the "basic" menu and if there was more offered other than "basic". There certainly was. They young lady told her that there was a secret "naughty girl" menu, if Karen were interested, but only if she kept it secret. That was most intriguing. Well, yeah she was interested. 

"Well, we don't publish this, but there are a few services that a few ladies might enjoy, to make their stay really, really special. To start with, some naughty ladies who might like the nude side of the beach often get a little haircut for their pussy. We offer some very sexy haircuts cuts from shapes to radical thinning to – the universal favorite – a well-oiled shiny shaved pussy. Might you be interested in something like that. It really gets a man's attention, you know. Our ladies tell us their man can't keep his hands (or his tongue) off her." Karen was a little shocked at the idea and this girl's ease of explaining it. 

But the invitation was too interesting to pass up. Karen was quick to agree. The young lady was happy with the decision. She gathered the tools she would need. She explained the cuts in more detail, but seemed to most coax her "well-oiled shiny shaved pussy" as her specialty. Karen was sold on that. The girl smiled "Good. That seems to be the favorite, at least among the naughty ladies.

After removing the sheet covering Karen, the girl used tiny scissors to snip gentle finger pinches of hair, carefully snipping tuft after tuft of hair from her pubis. It was a slow, careful, gentle process and it felt very erotic. She allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy this, despite feeling a bit self-conscious about how her clitoris began to engorge and swell. "You have the perfect pussy for this," the girl complimented. Karen felt very flattered. Her touches felt very nice. She felt even more self-conscious as the girl spread her thighs wide and worked carefully around her thighs, labia, vagina and anus.

Once all the hair was carefully and thoroughly snipped very short from every portion of her bottom, the girl took up a tiny electric razor and snapped it on. The humming made Karen gasp slightly. She was shocked at how turned on she was. She caught herself moan slightly as the young lady slowly guided the trimmer through every remaining stubble of hair. 

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" the girl asked softly, acknowledging Karen's arousal. Karen could only moan. "There, check yourself out," she announced to Karen. Karen was at first disappointed the sensations had ceased. The girl handed Karen a hand mirror to look down at her handiwork. "You have the perfect anatomy for this," the girl explained. Some ladies have very unimpressive pussies. Some actually have ugly pussies that should remain covered. But you are perfect. You have great anatomy." Karen knew she was referring to her very full labia and rather oversized and now fully engorged clitoris. "The guys will not be able to take their eyes off you on the beach. And your man will worship you as a goddess," she gushed, "especially once we get you all oiled up and shiny. 

She wasn't finished. She apparently meant it when she described this as oiled and shiny. She poured a dripping quantity of oil into her hands and began to spread it all over Karen's lower belly, pelvis and pubic area. "Just relax and we will get you oiled up really nice," she murmured. Karen set the mirror aside and laid back. She could not help but moan at the touch. The young lady spread the oil everywhere from Karen's lower belly, down her pubis and all the way to her buttocks. She shamelessly spread her legs to allow access to everywhere. "You are enjoying this?" the girl asked softly.

"Mmmm, yes," Karen dared to reply truthfully.

"This is another of our naughty girl spa services that we do not publish. Some ladies are in here every day for some of this. They find it warms them up for their man." She massaged more slowly and deeply. Karen moaned again. "Would you like to have an orgasm like this?" the girl dared to ask. Karen did not say anything other than give a lingering moan of approval. The young lady laid her hand against Karen's pubic bone and pressed it firmly but gently. Karen gasped at this. The girl began to stroke her hand all the way up and down from Karen's clitoris to her anus, eventually bringing each stroke to sweep from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris, eventually focusing exclusively on her clitoris with one hand while fingers from her other hand toyed with her vagina and anus, bringing Karen to several intense orgasms. This was the first time she had done anything sexual with another woman and that made it all the more intense.

When she was finished with her, the young lady explained to Karen that this spa was the reason they had so many repeat customers, some visiting annually, because of their little secret society of naughty ladies that so much enjoyed the special services the spa provided from its "naughty services" menu. 

I would love to see that menu," Karen asked as she dressed. 

"Come by tomorrow and I will tell you all about them," she girl suggested coyly. "But right now I would suggest you bring your guy to the nude beach and surprise him with your new trim. I guarantee he will very much appreciate your gift to him." She was right, so very right. Ben was obsessed with her haircut 

Karen could not wait to return to the spa the next morning. She had made an appointment with the same young lady, who finally introduced herself as Suze. "As you must realize by now, we actually have two spas here, one for good girls and one for naughty girls. The "naughty menu" includes the special treatment I gave you yesterday. But if you hunger for more, there may be more. You noticed the vibrators in the display cabinet out front. We have others that you might find a bit more specialized, some a quite interesting. If you see something that interests you we can explain it to you in detail. Many ladies love our sex toys. A few like the idea, but are inexperienced with them. Sometimes we give private lessons on how to use these, either individually one-on-one, or we even put together a little seminar when we have a few ladies interested in advanced sex toy games. You get to watch a cute little demonstration and even try things out on yourself. Bringing something back to your room to share with your man makes these toys pretty special. 

I always give each ladies a sexy assignment every time they leave the spa, something they may never have tried before, something like sneaking sex with their guy as they cuddle in the ocean while others are nearby, or stealing a hand-job in the pool or hot tub or under the tablecloth at dinner, or having their guy secretly rub them to an orgasm while laying on the beach with others not far away. We also occasionally have a little group discussion about the best sex they've ever had, where everyone takes turn confessing their naughtiest adventures. That always gives someone something to try before their vacation is over. And most succeed. And we are often the ones to talk shy individuals into becoming serious contenders in the naughty nightie contest we hold twice a week.

But we ask that you do not tell any of the boys about these get-togethers. We want to keep this a girls-only resource. It makes for a special treat for the ladies who otherwise would not experience such adventures. Just tell your guy that you are attending to private pampering at the spa. It is well-publicized among everyone that the spa is ladies-only and the preferred hours are mornings and mid-afternoon. The guys will leaves us to our activities then." 

Suze continued, seeing that Karen was smiling excitedly at all this, "And there can be much more. We sometimes come up with really naughty ideas we can share only with those who are especially enjoying the spa. Sometimes we get a group of ladies who really like their new toys and we get together here to share the experience, you know, a little circle-jerk of uninhibited ladies who have mastered the fine art of masturbation." Karen was very impressed.

Then she added, mysteriously, "Plus, the lady who contributes the most to our little group sessions or grows the most during her week here... well, let's just say we girls at the spa have a special going-away treat for her on her last day. It might be something for you to strive for," she said with a wink. "I think you would be fun as our winner of the week." That intrigued Karen greatly. 

"Once we had a young man, Michael, who was working at the resort as a groundskeeper. He was really cute. He was leaving to return home in a few days, so we dared to recruit him for a naughty little adventure. I had been fucking him, so I knew he would do whatever I wanted. And he was such a good sport. He was terribly young, maybe 21 or 22 (Suze was about 30), so we set up a little get together with five or six of the older ladies, my age and older. We met one afternoon for a special encounter. We all gathered in the larger massage room and they watched as I gave him the same treatment I gave you yesterday. It was quite a show. He loved it. All the ladies loved it. And I heard from several of them over the next two days that it had inspired them to do the same thing with their husband or boyfriend. It opened up a new slice of heaven for several couples. And I had fun doing it." She certainly was an amazing woman, Karen thought.

"We weren't done with him yet," she added. "On his last day here, I put on another little seminar with him. I figured he would be fun in the masturbation group. We had a few veteran ladies on their second or more vacation here and I knew they were ready for something a bit more wild. Well, I had that group, plus some from the group who had watched me do the Michael two days earlier. We met in the larger room. I made Michael give them a little masturbation show. He was so sweet, willing to do whatever we asked of him. He was shameless, writhing and moaning with a big oily erection in his hands. I suggested to the ladies that, if they get out their toys they might enjoy the show more, not to mention help encourage the boy. We all had a nice little circle jerk. And when Michael has his orgasm, I stepped in and used a few of my special toys to get him to ejaculate again for the ladies, giving them a really nasty lesson on what they could do with a man with these toys. I know Michael went away a changed man after that session. We were really nasty that day." 

It was an amazing revelation and Karen was sold on the secret little spa club. She suddenly could not wait to sample what else the spa had to offer. She returned the next morning for another massage, this time it was from one of Suze's young assistants. Karen told her she had a really nice session with Suze the day before. 

"Yes, I know," the girl said. "She told me all about it. She said we need to make sure you have a really nice time here this week." That made Karen feel a bit self-conscious, realizing Suze probably gave up every intimate detail of the encounter. The massage was very nice. The girl did not bother to drape Karen with a sheet and she rather enjoyed being naked as the young lady touched her so nicely, even when she got rather familiar kneading her breasts and paying close attention to her nipples.

"So are you getting lots of great sex so far this week?" the girl asked.

"Oh yes," Karen admitted proudly.

"Excellent. That is, after all, what this place is all about. I hope we can help you enjoy yourself as much as you can stand," she added. "You might enjoy some of our intimate discussion groups, just a circle of horny women sharing intimate secrets." Their discussion eventually made its way to them sharing their own confessions of sex in the tropics. The young lady admitted the heated tropical breezes gave her an insatiable apatite for orgasms. She admitted she was spoiled working here where she got to help beautiful women find pleasure, as well as pleasuring herself with everything the spa had to offer. 

"Would you like to sample something from our secret garden?" she asked with a naughty smile. Karen was curious now. 

"Sure. What do you have in mind?" Karen responded, as curious as she was excited.

"How about this?" she girl asked, showing Karen a bit oversized gel dildo-shaped vibrator. "Have you ever used one of these?" she asked. 

"I experimented a little, once, years ago," Karen answered, lying incredibly, to see where this girl was going with this. She assumed this girl wanted to introduce her to something really new and special. It certainly was special, but not at all new to Karen. But she went along, to let the young lady feel good about this as a new adventure.

Karen somewhat feared right now that perhaps she might be a bit of a closet lesbian since she had had so much fun the day before and was dying for what was happening now. But that would have to be a question to sort through at another time. Sje was having too much fun to stop and think about it right now.

The girl understood Karen's request and proceeded to give her what she obviously wanted. The girl had not bothered with the sheet to cover Karen's nude body. She knew what had gone on the day before. She softly explained how to use the device as she allowed Karen to experience stimulation of her breasts, down her belly, quickly over her groin and down each leg. The girl had her turn over and ran the toy sensuously from her neck down her back, across her buttocks and down her legs. She coaxed Karen's legs apart and let the toy make its way down her buttocks, across her vagina and seek out her clitoris. She dipped it gingerly into Karen's vagina, only about half way in and out a few times before settling back to her clitoris. She finally brought it back to her vagina and, this time, sank it all the way on and began a slow deep fuck as she massaged Karen clitoris with her other hand. Karen exploded with an orgasm. They young lady then turned Karen over and repeated the process with Karen laying face up, watching the entire process in the mirror on the ceiling overhead. Nice touch.

Karen was a little tortured about whether to tell Ben of her discovery of the secret women's sex spa, but it was (barely) innocent enough to let it slide, at least for a little while now. She did tell Ben that there was a spa for ladies only and it was absolutely luscious in helping her relax and feel good, even a little more sexy than usual. He was quite satisfied with that. Besides, it obviously was making Karen even more sexy than she already was. Something was lighting her fire for sure, and he had no complaints.

The next morning Karen popped in, this time to inquire about whether they were holding any group discussions this afternoon. Suze said there was a small group that was going to get together and talk dirty for a while and she was more than welcome to attend. At two that afternoon Karen arrived to find four others in the room. The discussion was being facilitated by Suze with one of the other spa girls accompanying her. Each lady took a turn confessing to what they had enjoyed for naughty sex play thus far. Karen giggled to discover that each one of them had fucked their husband in the ocean with the beach crowd all around them, that three had screwed on the beach in the middle of the night, that two had allowed their guy to secretly rub them orgasm while lying on the beach blanket, and two had sex on the balcony watching people walk by below them. Karen was the only one who had done all of these. She knew she had to be in the lead for that special prize at the end of the week. 

Suze asked each of them how their husband or boyfriend had reacted to their haircut. Apparently most had had some sort of trim. Karen loved sharing the fact that Ben could not keep his tongue off her since she was shaved. Apparently the other women had discovered the same thing. They lightened up and really got intimate in their discussions. Eventually, Suze concluded the get-together with a suggestion that they come back tomorrow with their favorite vibrator or any other sex toy.

Karen was electrified leaving the meeting and motivated to really play hard for the rest of the week. No wonder so many couples returned for repeat vacations, and at the insistence of the wife. She knew she would certainly be back.

Their next day's women's encounter was an adventure. It turned out three of the women were repeat guests, primarily because of this secret ladies' sex club Several brought their toys in their tote bags.. Suze led the discussion on how much fun we should all be having with our sex toys. Suze's two young assistants were there listening. Everyone was questioned about how often, and under what circumstances, and whether they shared with their man, and what it had done for one's orgasms (stronger, more of them). They all shared openly and honestly. 

Most had had some experience with the toys, but a few had not. Suze proceeded to describe all the uses, from pleasuring oneself, to giving one's man a show, to teaching one's man how to use it on her, to using it on one's man to revive a spent erection and seek another ejaculation for everyone's enjoyment. 

"For those of you who have not had a chance to try out our secret toys, we can give you a little lesson," she went on. Her assistant sat on the massage table in the center of the room and everyone gathered around. Suze took out a fairly large gel-formed dildo-shaped vibrator. It was perhaps eight inches long and rather thick. The assistant blushed but proceeded as instructed. She removed her robe and laid nude on her belly. Suze spread a liberal amount of oil over her entire back, buttocks and down both legs as she explained that these toys may be used by oneself for some truly wonderful masturbation, or with the assistance of a friend or lover for some highly erotic sex play.

She then turned on the vibrator and ran it sensuously up and down the girl's back and legs. She moaned softly. Suze proceeded to focus the device on her bottom. Coaxing it down her cleft as the young lady spread her legs. Suze narrated as she slid the vibrator down her crotch to eventually find the girl's clitoris. Her moans gradually grew more intense. She lingered there at her clitoris before sweeping it teasingly back up her crotch, hesitating at her vagina, then up between her buttocks, pressing firmly there for a moment before returning to her vagina. There she eased it slowly but fully into the girl as she became rather frantic with excitement. Suze reached down and rubbed the girl's clitoris as she fucked her with the vibrator. In seconds the girl was writhing in a powerful orgasm..




His Wife's Favorite Resort



As she girl gradually came down from her climax, Suze continued a gentle fucking with the vibrator. "Now, we should never accept one orgasm, should we ladies?" she said. She slowly withdrew the vibrator and coaxed the girl to turn onto her back. Suze then resumed humming the vibrator on her, starting at her breasts and slowly down her belly to her pubis. She lingered at her clitoris and let the girl build to another peak of arousal before returning to her breasts. "We should never be in a hurry to come," Suze said, letting the girl relax just a bit. "The longer we tease ourselves at the edge, the better the climax." She returned down the girl's belly to her clitoris once more and let her build back to another peak, before teasingly moving the vibrator down the girl's thigh. She moaned in frustration. 

"Just relax young lady. We will make this worth your while," she teased. Suze returned the device to her groin, this time easing it into her vagina. "Just hold it there for a moment while I get the other vibrator," she instructed. The girl reached down and held it buried deep as Suze retrieved another toy. It was a completely different vibrator, smaller, with a bent shape. When she turned it on it had a much higher frequency hum. This was going to be intense.

"The only thing more fun than a vibrator is two vibrators" she explained. "You have so many sensitive spots to play with, you really need a couple of these. You have nipples, clit, vagina, anus that all love special attention," she continued uninhibited. "One in you pussy and one on your clit give wonderful orgasms. Some especially naughty girls like two of them deep inside, one vaginally and one anally, like being sandwiched between two men fucking you at once. We've all had that fantasy," she chucked, smiling at her audience. She was right about that, Karen smied to herself.

Suze reached down and resumed control of the dildo deep in the girl's vagina and began a slow fucking motion with it. The girl whimpered in anticipation of what was coming. Suze then brought the other, obviously more intense device to the girl's pubis. The girls gasped as she slid it up and down her labia, seeking out her clitoris. She found her target and held it there. The girl exploded with a powerful orgasm. She held it there firmly as the girl's orgasm kept going and going, becoming almost violent, begging Suze to stop. Suze took her time responding to that request. It was most impressive. Every woman there was brightly flushed and very excited from what they had just witnessed. The girl laid there panting and sweating profusely.

"Next?" Suze asked, threateningly. "Who wants a private lesson on how to experience two of these at once?" Everyone looked around the room to see if anyone would step forward. All obviously wanted what the young lady just got, but no one dared to immediately volunteer. Karen suspected the veterans might be bold enough and, sure enough, one did hesitantly raise her hand with a shy smile.

"Good for you," Suze replied. "You will come with me. Now who else? These girls know what to do. They can show you some really nice tricks," she teased. Karen's hand shot up. She was dying to have some touching from the other girl, the one she had not yet sampled here in the spa. This made her feel like a lesbian slut, but she went with it. And before anyone else could step up, Karen went right to her. 

"Come with me," the girl said softly, taking Karen's hand. Karen trembled with excitement. They went to one of the smaller private massage rooms. Karen was surprised at how erotic it was having this girl undress her. She laid down naked on the table on her back. She felt warm oil being spread all over her, arms, neck, chest, belly, legs and, finally, pubis. The more intimate touches were fleeting but erotic. Karen allowed herself to moan without any inhibitions.

She soon found herself in a trance of erotic touch as she received intimate massage to her breasts, focusing on her nipples and then to her pubic area. She closed her eyes and enjoyed. This very young girt was good. Karen loved what she was doing to her. It was a gentle process that soon led to a gentle easing of a perfectly sized dildo sliding deeper and deeper into her. Soon it was all the way in. The girl started a slow but deep fucking. Karen gasped when the vibrations were suddenly turned on. It was intense. In a moment she heard another, different hum start as a second vibrator sprang to life. Suddenly it was there, sliding around her clitoris. It found its mark. In less than a minute Karen was crying out with a powerful climax. She could not contain herself. She was loud. And as her cries began to subside with her fading orgasm, she could hear someone on the next room having the same experience. 

The young lady did not turn off and remove the dildo that was still humming deep inside as she guided Karen to turn over onto her belly. The thing was large enough and Karen was tight enough to hold it securely. Karen had barely caught her breath when the other vibrator resumed its intense humming. What was coming now? She felt it sliding up and down the cleft between her buttocks, finally settling against her anus. She gasped at the intensity of the stimulation. It was smaller, hard, warm, with intense vibration. All the oil made it slip easily just a bit into her anus where the sensations began to build. She felt the girl's other hand reach beneath her tummy and find her clitoris. Young fingers expertly massaged Karen's clitoris, a large dildo hummed deep in her pussy, and a very powerful vibration was turning her anus into a hunger focus of sex. She heard a whisper in her ear, "You can do this to yourself, or you can have your lover do this to you, or you can do this to your lover." It was a perfect lesson. Karen erupted into the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced.

It took a few minutes to calm down. The girl stroked Karen's hair as she dressed. "Come see me again," she whispered in her ear. "You are very nice to touch." Karen was smitten by her and this exciting new touch.

The others were just outside the room. They commented on Karen's stumbling just a bit. One of them said, "Yeah, I'll have some of that." The young lady took her by the hand and returned to the massage room with her, telling her, "good choice."

It turned out this was the focus of the resort. Very few of the male guests knew it. But among the women this was a secret, sexy spa resort where ladies could safely learn incredibly sexy things and enjoy special treats. It was a professional operation. Suze was the wife of the resort owner and ran the spa as her division. The resort and the spa certainly complimented and fed one another. It was a professional operation. There were the standard spa fees for standard spa services, but the naughty menu did not charge specific fees. It only mentioned "generous gratuities are appreciated when earned (and can be pleasantly rewarded)". That was nicely put.

It was too much to keep to herself and her love affair with Ben could not stand for her to not share this with him. That night, during a late walk on the beach to find an empty private chaise on a distant portion of the beach for a romantic interlude, she confided in him, telling him there was a naughty little secret here at this resort. She explained to him that this was a woman-owned resort secretly devoted to erotic adventures for its women guests. She told him the sap was women-only because it was the focus of private pleasures for the female guests, to improve the enjoyment of women here, to help them explore and expand wonderful sex their guys. That sounded noble enough.

She told him that the spa had a second level of spa services that included young female masseuses giving a few lucky women guests erotic massages, often with intimate orgasms to warm them up for a day of loving with their guy. Ben was very intrigued, not mat all upset, as she might have feared. She went on to tell him these ladies would also equip and teach some of the more sheltered women on a variety of sex toys such as vibrators and dildos that they would take back to play with their guys, and would have little discussion groups in the afternoon challenging them with erotic ideas for naughty sex adventures such as fucking in the ocean or hot tub or on the beach at night or stealing hand-jobs while sunbathing. 

She said she of course knew all these tricks already, but really enjoyed watching how some of the women blossomed was they discovered new experiences. She admitted she really enjoyed the daily massage that kept her pussy pampered and hot for him all week. She admitted she did discover for herself a new treat of having a pretty young lady massage her to an orgasm before sending back to him. And perhaps he noticed how she simply could not get enough sex with him, practically anywhere at any time under any conditions this week?

Ben was incredibly excited, asking her for all the details. She told him everything. She knew it had excited him. He could not get enough of her, licking her to several orgasms as she relaxed on the chaise on the beach under the stars before fucking her furiously, then again when they got back to their room. It was then she realized that it was very likely that her disclosures to Ben were perhaps expected, perhaps Suze knew that Keran was an advenaced enough lover to share the secret as part of her sexual adventures here. She made a note ask Suze about that the next morning.

Ben was tantalized the next morning when Karen told him she was headed to the spa for one more massage, especially when he saw her packing her vibrators into her tote to bring with her. 

"You bringing those with you?" he asked, smiling.

"Of course," she replied with an evil grin.

"I don't suppose they would allow me to accompany you to watch," he added.

"I doubt it," she said as she kissed him good-bye and left.

She wondered. The week's competition for the spa's "special reward" was all but hers. She generously tipped for each of her special encounters. She contributed extensively to the discussion groups (obviously serving to recruit naughty ladies is search of erotic services). 

She was not to be disappointed. She showed up for her morning massage on Thursday. She was one of the intrepid few ladies who opted for an intimate massage each day. She was pleased to see it was Suze who met her today. She loved the attention of the younger girls, making her all the more suspicious of the scope of her own potential bisexuality. 

Suze bung the "coled ' sin in the window and brought her into one of the massage rooms. "You must know that there was no question that you won our little competition this week," Suze told her. "WE almost always reserve that for one of the repeat guests. It sort of encourages first time ladies to come back to the resort and try again to win, kind of a marketing tactics, you understand. But you are special and all of us girls agreed you are the one." Karen was very excited by this.

"So what did I win?" Karen had to ask.

"We figured you would most enjoy a little gang-bang from all of us girls. You really enoy your massages so we put together a special massage for you today." Suze explained. Karen was breathless with excitement. Just then, they other tow girls came in to the room. They were nude. Suze also slipped out of her sundress. They undressed Karen. She felt all their hands exploring her softly. It was the most sensuous thing she had ever felt. They laid her on her belly and the table. She felt moil being poured all over her. Soon there were six feminine hands massaging her entire body at once. It was intense. After a few minutes, they turned her onto her back. More oil was poured over her and spread everywhere. After long minutes of a luxurious massage to her entire body, they soon focused their attentions to her breasts and bottom. She gasped when she felt mouths on each breast begin to lick and suck her nipples. She nearly climaxed immediately. Hands held her labia apart as other hands massaged every crease of her pussy. She stroked each of the young ladies' backs and buttoicks as they licked her nipples. Suze laid a latex membrane over Karen's pussy and began an erotic cunnilingus, licking her clitoris through the safety barrier as her fingers filled Karen's vagina. They brought Karen to one mind-blowing orgasm after another. 

Soon one of the young ladies whispered in Karen's ear, "would you liker to try that on me'

Karen moaned, too entranced to answer. But it was obvious. They guided Karen to her feet and one of the young ladies laid down in her place. "Go ahead," Suze encouraged stroking Karen's back as the other girls stroked her buttocks and handed Karen a bottle of oil. Karen dared to take the oil and poured over the girl's torso. She proceeded to spread the oil, exploring the young lady's very willing body. "Go ahead," Suze coaxed her again, "explore and enjoy her." Karen did exactly that, rubbing the girl's breasts as Suze and the other girl caressed Karen with gentle strokes. Karen allowed herself to play with her nipples, eventually taking them in her mouth and sucking, the oil sweetly flavored. She dared to explore the girl's pussy, something she had fantasized about since this young thing had so nicely masturbated her earlier in the week. Siuze handed her the latex barrier, signaling it was OK to try this. She laid it in place and brought her mouth to the girl's pubis. She licked the young lady exactly the way Karen likes to be licked. She dared to explore the inside of her vagina. She was overwhelmed with excitement when the girl soon erupted in a powerful climax.

It was incredible. She had never done anything like that before. If this meant she was a lesbian, then, wow, this is nice.

As Karen and the girl recovered, Suze asked her, "we have a little bet going on that you need to settle for us. Did you tell your husband about our secret club?"

Karen hesitated not knowing what to say.

"You did, didn't you," Suze coaxed. "You are too sexual a woman not to have shared it with him." 

Karen nodded, her head down. 

"It's OK," Suze reassured her. We expected that. We know a few men guests learn about our little secret each week. But it is OK. They love hearing about it. "But you have to tell us what he thought of it, what is reaction was."

Karen told them. They coaxed details of what it did for him and their experience here. It was good to get it off her chest. "He even asked to come here with me this morning," she added.

"Yes, that is usually the response." Suize gidggled "We can make an exception if you'd like." Karen smiled. "If you want, if you are comfortable with this, you can call him and tell him to come down." Karen smiled wider at the invitation. Suze continued, "If you are comfortable with this and you think he'd like it, we could all give him a massage, sort of like what we just gave you each day." Karen understood. She was beside herself, the scenario running rapidly through her mind. Suze handed her the phone and Karen dialed the room, hoping desperately he was still there. He was. He said he would be right down.

Suze let him in. He was shocked to see this woman naked. She took him by the hand and led him into the room. He was shocked again to see the room crowded with these naked, oily women. They stripped him naked and laid him on the table on his belly where they gave him a luxurious four-girl oily massage. They turned him over and did the same to his front side. He said nothing other than moan on and on as they stimulated him. Soon Karen was kissing his face softly, pinching his nipples as one girl cupped his balls, another massaged his anus and Suze stroked his erection. He cried out when he came, shooting streams of semen up onto his belly. It was spectacular. That was the moment they both knew they would be back next winter



His Wife's Gay Boyfriend



Down, scrunching forward, arms crossing against breasts, low moan..... Up! Shoulders back. Dancing boobs. Knees apart, pelvis engaged. Fuck, fuck fuck me! What a dirty mouth for such a quiet woman. They were screwing on the daybed in the guest room when Doris paused in the middle of her pole dance to look out the window. 

"There he is and he's so cute!" 

"What's your boyfriend wearing today?" I was referring to Jason, our 18-year old neighbor. It didn't bother me that she called him her boyfriend-- we both knew very well that Jason already had a boyfriend.

"The coolest little bikini, one of those made specially to show off a guy's cock! It's all stretchy and spandex. I can see the orb of each of this balls, his shaft, and cock-head. It looks so yummy!" She gasped as she sank down again, then with a little wriggle and a shake of her head, she ascended again, disengaging herself from her lover's throbbing prick. Dave tried to sit up to get a look at Jason, but Doris would have none of that as dove down on him and began to suck him off-- passionately, but hurriedly-- as though she had someplace she had to go. Then her husband remembered Monday-- the day his wife went to the beach with her boyfriend. 

"I never thought of Jason as someone who would try to seduce my wife, or even another guy. He's just too quiet," said Dave. 

Kellie looked up at him, bit her lip, then cautiously suggested, "Mr. Darling. Maybe he wasn't the seducer. Could it have been Mrs. Darling?" Dave startled the girl when he put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed hard. Kellie remembered what day it was, as if she could forget the big red heart that encircled December 17 on her calendar. Today she turned 18, and they had been waiting for the day for over a year. Why, she would have let Mr. Darling fuck her when she was 16, and she really tried, but the handsome older man next door was more than a little paranoid. Kellie began grinding her large firm tits against Dave's shoulder,

Meanwhile, Dave was thinking about all the "dates" his wife had with the boy next door the previous summer. It was just beginning to sink in: did Doris really cheat on him? While Kellie pulled his thickening cock out of this pants, Dave recalled what happened-- just as Doris had described it the night before-- 

**********

Her bikini was very sexy, she made sure of that. And so was she, she was absolutely sure. To make sure, Doris spun around, her hand slipping free of Jason's as she looked at the sunbathers they'd just passed. Gawkers. She'd just caught half a dozen of them staring at her curvaceous ass. She was plumper down there than she'd been when she was half her current age of 40. But at twenty she'd been too skinny, so getting older had been flattering to certain parts of her figure. She still had a slender waist which gave her an hourglass figure, in the best sense of the word.

"Wow. When you said this was a nude beach, Mrs. Darling, you really had me going," said Jason. They chose a spot that was secluded, but still within view of the other beach goers, to set up their chairs.

"I can't tell you how much it's meant to me that we've been friends this summer, Mrs. Darling." Jason's gaze fell to her breasts for just a moment. Doris loved it when he sneaked a peak at her sexier parts.

"Friends to the end, Jason." Doris smiled sweetly and squeezed the teen's hand. And today she would test that friendship. She still wasn't sure to make of Jason's reaction when she told him, as they drove off, that she was taking him to the isolated Paradise Beach-- a clothing-optional beach. Jason had blushed and had started to object. Then he was quiet. She stole a glimpse of his minuscule bikini and noted a wet spot spreading over the tip of this dick. It was her turn, she'd decided. Her turn to have some fun.

"There are two types of nude beaches, I've discovered. One kind is for voyeurs, the other is for exhibitionists. There is a loophole in the local ordinances that does make this a nude beach. And nearly everyone who comes here, comes to see the naked girls. No naked girls. They're hiding out, I suppose, elsewhere." Jason had just finished spreading sunscreen over her her back. 

"Jason. Pull the string-- the bow."

"What, Mrs. Darling?" 

"The bow securing my bra. Pull-- the-- bow!" 

Doris turned over after Jason untied her and began to apply the warm oil. She knew he'd had a peek of her fucking in front of the window just that morning, but he'd never really seen a lady smoothing sunscreen over her boobies, or oil her hardening nipples! Then Doris stood up and stripped away her bottoms, exposing her shaven pussy just a few feet away from Jason's gaze.

"Stand up!" Doris ordered. There were sunbathers now up and down the beach from them, starring. Jason obeyed. Doris hooked her thumbs under the narrow waistband of his bikini and pulled them down and Jason's cock sprang free. It was thick and lovely and already throbbing and about to grow hard. Doris stood up and spun Jason around so his admirers could see the blushing boy's delicious tool.

*****

"Maybe she just made it all up," said Kellie. Her hand trembled very slightly as she wrapped her fingers around her lover's thick cock. It was pretty big, and Kellie hoped it tasted good. She began to lick and savor Dave's big cockhead, sucking up his precum. "Maybe she made it up to make you jealous; maybe she knows you were fucking my big sister." She wanted to put his mind at ease so that he'd begin ravishing her. Maybe reminding him of Suzy would make Mr. Darling want her.

Maybe she did make it up, Dave decided, just to get him horny. Maybe she didn't even know about about Suzy. She'd mention Suzy once, that was all. God, he missed the girl ever since she went off to school on the other side of the state He didn't think that Suzy had the brains for college, and it turned out he was right. She'd flunked out, but she never came back to him-- instead she got a waitressing job and acquired quite a taste for young girls. He looked down at Kellie. She had a very talented tongue. His boner stood at attention, shiny with the teenager's spittle. He just couldn't understand why she hadn't undressed for him.

He impatiently pulled her t-shirt over her head until it was tangled around her upraised arms. Then he yanked at her sheer black brassiere and would have ripped it off if she hadn't begged him not to ruin the obscene, too-tight garment. He scowled at her as he freed her young boobs, then fondled and squeezed them roughly. 

"Mrs. Darling's aren't as firm and high-set as yours, but she has huge nipples, and my wife's tits are very sensual. I'd say no comparison," Dave remarked rather vaguely, as if Kellie's boobs failed the test. 

Kellie couldn't free her arms from her shirt, and suspected Mr. Darling wanted it that way. "I've seen Mrs. Darling in her bikini. I mean I bet her tits are really nice, and I wish she'd go topless so I could see them. But mine get good compliments, too."

"Right. Boys." Dave's tongue teased one nipple while he pinched the other between his thumb and index finger. A small jolt of electricity passed through Kellie's body. She loved having her nipples sucked and pinched. Kellie realized that she was "auditioning." Dave was acting like he wasn't pleased with her, like she was too inexperienced. But Kellie was eager to be properly trained, and she played the submissive perfectly when Dave pushed her onto her back and rolled her short skirt up over her hips. She eagerly raised her hips when he stripped her tiny bikini panties off. And she purred warmly while the older man studied her naked cunt while he primed his big cock. Then he pressed his throbbing fuck muscle against her girl-lips and was pleased when it slid in easily-- oh, Kellie was very tight, but very wet, too. He worked it in slowly, a half inch at a time, while the teen whimpered and whispered. "Ohhh. Mr. Darling, you have such a big dick," and "Mr. Darling, please fuck me good." 

"I'll give you a fucking you'll remember, you little bitch!" He was afraid he'd cum too soon to keep that promise, afraid he'd erupt right away into her slippery, clutching hole. He tried to focus on something else for a minute. And that thing was Doris. And here was the part of the last summer's story, that he knew was true. That day when she and Jason had gone to the beach and he had followed to "rescue" her.

*****

Mister-oh-so-shy. That described Jason right after Doris made him go naked. They basked in the sun on their sides, facing each other-- the teenager with his eyes closed, while the older women lay admiring the boy's cock. It was just as well there were few people in their immediate vicinity. Doris preferred having the boy to herself, and besides-- her pussy felt wet enough to begin dripping down her thigh. Then Mister-not-so-shy.

Doris wondered what it would be like to be a slut. She wondered as accepted a kiss from Jason's friend Keith-- who wasn't shy. All three of them stood bare naked on the most crowded part of the beach while Doris listened to strangers whisper the most obscene and degrading comments she ever heard, directed toward her.

"Those boys are going to have fun fucking that nice round ass," someone said. As Jason dragged her toward his friend, she imagined this was the sort talk sluts liked to hear.

"Keith, this is Mrs. Darling, my neighbor."

"If she was my mom, I'd have her down on her knees sucking cock," Doris overheard. And knew the boys heard it, too. Doris couldn't help thinking that these strangers like her body, with was flattering.

"Fucking cow."

"Darling. Isn't she hot? When those kids are done with her, lets hire her for a threesome."

"Why stop there. sweetheart. Let's take her home for the weekend to entertain our guests!"

And Doris so wanted to be a slut. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but if she were a slut, she'd be burning with pleasure, she might even turn her head and wink at the couple who wanted her for a plaything. But right now, she was too shy and felt very humiliated. It was at the moment her husband appeared out of nowhere. He nodded at the boys, and hauled her away, back to where her things were, where she'd been sunbathing. She was glad to be rescued. Otherwise, she wasn't sure what she would have done. Dave rescued her from herself.

Her husband was jealous and mad, no doubt. And his swelling dick bounced around in the flimsy shorts he was wearing. Doris knew just how to calm him down-- there was a place behind the trees, and she led him there. Doris knew just what a good wife should do: she assumed the position, pulled down Dave's shorts, and took his throbbing man-meat into her 

mouth. 

*****

Kellie could actually feel the older man's fuck-rod spasm as he pumped his load into her tender cunt. She had tried to kiss and bite him during their long fuck session, but Dave seemed distracted, almost like he was someplace else. She was rather disappointed. I only he'd taken her on her hands and knees so that she could feel his jism run out of her hole over her horny swollen clit. If he'd only done something to ramp up the action and make her scream! No, she wasn't just disappointed-- she was pissed.

"So. Mrs. Darling is going for a visit. And on her way back, she'll stop and pick up your sister and bring her home for the weekend," Dave told the teen, who was stroking her wet pussy.

"Yeah. I know. I'm going along for the ride." She expected Dave to be disappointed, or to demand one more fuck before she and Doris left on their trip.

"Can't wait to see your sister." See Suzy? He'd do more than that! This was really too much! 

"And Jason is coming back, too!" Kellie added "Me and Suzy and my brother and Mrs. Darling. Did she tell you we'll be checking into a motel on the way back?" Mr. Darling looked worried. No, he apparently hadn't known. "Tomorrow night. Maybe you could meet us there," Kellie said slowly. "I'm sure Doris won't mind."

As if he had a sudden revelation, he announced to Kellie "You know she was kidding me last summer, trying to make me jealous of your brother. And I'm sure she doesn't suspect..."

"And did you know she went to the beach with Jason four more times after that day when you followed her there?"

"Yeah, I think Doris mentioned it..."

"And she took him into the bushes four times and cocksucked him dry," Kellie said softly. "He told Suzy and me that Mrs. Darling swallows. Except the time he grabbed her by the ears and she jerked his cock off all over her face!"

Dave fell over on his back and looked at the ceiling, stared in disbelief. Now Kellie sat up and looked down at him. "Don't take it took hard. She never let him fuck her. Never let him even touch her pussy. He did lick and suck her titties, though. I hear that her boobies are as nice as you say."

Kellie got up and started to dress. "Oh, and she knows that you and my sister were fuck buddies for over a year."

"You're getting more than one room at this motel you're staying at?" Dave asked, hopefully

"No. Because Jason is going to fuck Mrs. Darling for the very first time. Suzy and I want to be there." Dave looked at her in disbelief. "Oh, that. Suzy and I have a brother who doesn't mind showing his sisters his big cock. So it seems natural we'd want to watch while it gets all stiff and hard and Jason mounts your wife and pushes it into her fuck hole, just like you put your cock into my pussy and fucked me today. Also, I told Mrs. Darling-- just so she wouldn't change her mind about fucking Jason-- I told her about how I was going to get a nice birthday fuck from Mr. Darling, just like Suzy did!" 

Dave dressed and watched sadly as Kellie walked to the door.

"I'm serious. I'll e-mail you the address. Meet us there tomorrow. It was Mrs. Darling herself who said I could ask."

"You want me to watch my wife get used by a boy?"

"You can watch with Suzy and me. We'll sit on the other bed and play together while Jsaon's enjoying your wife." The girl didn't mince her words or descriptions. "And then you and Jason can watch. You know Suzy started fucking girls this year. Your wife will really be surprised when my sister buries her face in her cum-filled cunt! And I'll join them too-- even if it's only to hold Mrs. Darling down, just in case she objects to Suzy raping her! And then we want Jason to jump in..."

"Into bed with you...?"

"And Suzy and Mrs. Darling! We've both seen his cock, and even though he's our brother-- you can't blame us with wanting to play with it!" 

She looked at him sadly for a moment-- because she was sorry-- not for what they were going to do to Mrs. Darling, or what she was doing to him-- sorry because she didn't think she really wanted an older man for a lover. "So, 'bye. See you!"

Dave finished dressing in a hurry. He knew that Doris would be home soon to pack. He didn't want to see her. There was a tavern nearby, and he was in a hurry to drown his sorrows. Before he walked out the door, he reached inside his jeans to adjust his stiffening muscle. He was still so horny. He'd get drunk, wake up in the morning, become very jealous-- and pack. He had a feeling that in just 24 hours he'd be watching a sex show-- starring his own dear wife.



His Wife's New Friend



Patrick pulled into the driveway of his home. He had arrived home two hours early today. The phone system at work had finally fizzled out. Workmen were in the process of tearing out the wiring and all personnel had been given the day off. Patrick was anxious about the extra time to spend with his wife Claire. 

Claire was a beauty to behold. Long, rich curls of auburn cascade down her sleek back. Her eyes of emeralds shine like a forests reflection of morning light. Her ample breasts, a delicious morsel, drive mortal men to yearn for them. And her firm delicate ass penetrates the minds of men and women with thoughts of impure delight. Patrick himself produced many gazes from the sparkling eyes of pretty women. Ruggedly handsome features, with a soft boyish character, intrigue the interest of many passersby. His broad shoulders and firm chest, framed by strong gentle arms, hint at an impeccable endurance. Blue eyes blazing, he headed up the stairs in his house to ravish his sensuous goddess.

As he quietly opened the door to his bedroom, hoping to surprise his wife with his early arrival, his eyes met a seen of utter surprise and unleashed lust. His gorgeous partner lay on the bed dressed in green lingerie. Her stocking clad legs, garter and all, were spread for an offering of pure bliss. But lying there before her was the lithe body of pretty blond woman. The stranger's fierce tongue was probing the wet petals before her. Eager lips sucked on swollen labia. Claire's honey, dripping down her lovely slit, was caught deftly by her feminine lover. Her eyes closed, enjoying the erotic stimulation. Patrick's initial shock and anger quickly turned to hot passion, as his thick cock swelled in record time.

He slid onto the bed, next to his wife, a hand stoking her breast. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, but as the unknown women's lips locked onto her clit, a cloud of lust glazed over the pools deep green. She smiled lovingly at her husband giving him a wink to join the frolic. The blonde looked up with equal surprise. However, seeing the outline of a hard, eight-inch prick in Patrick's slacks, turned her frown into a devilish grin. She returned her painter's tongue to the silken canvas.

Patrick's tongue met Claire's in a sloppy, arousing kiss. The heady fumes of sex filled the air. His wife reached down and opened his pants, freeing his enlarged member. His lips trailed down her neck, beckoning new delights. Soon his warm mouth covered her hard pink nipples, sending shivers of excitement down through her loins. The blonde woman met a new flow of passion and consumed the nectar willingly. Claire's hand stroked her husband, encircling his girth. She slid her body down to take his warm meat in her delicate mouth. She sucked on the throbbing pole, sliding her lips up and down. Her tongue tantalized every sensitive spot, while she wiggled at the furious mouth on her crotch.

As the sexy bodies squirmed around on the bed, the strangers blond pussy inched closer to Patrick's mouth. The invigorating aroma intoxicated him. He looked down at his wife, cock imbedded in her mouth. She noticed her lover's slick pussy dangerously close to her husband's face, and smiled giving him an excepting wink. Patrick, with his wife's acceptance, buried his face into the wet delight. His long tongue slid through her entrance tasting the sweet juices. His nose rubbed against her clit, inhaling, while his mouth massaged every fold. The triangle of oral pleasure went on for an eternity. Claire sucked feverishly on a hard cock. Patrick, dined on the aroused flower of this stranger, and the blond drank every ounce of Claire's auburn nest.

The passion escalated to a torrid eruption. Patrick's cock pulsated, sending his cum deep into Claire's throat. Her husband's orgasm prompted her own, turning the other woman's lips into a glistening work of art. The blonde's entire body convulsed, Patrick's mouth filled with musky sweet fluid. Each drank heavily on the other's climax before they finally collapsed from exhaustion. Patrick edged over to his wife, kissing her passionately on the mouth, the taste of each orgasm mixing together in alchemy. Suddenly another tongue joined their deep kiss. The stranger was smiling in incredible delight. 

"Patrick," his gorgeous wife cooed, "This is Annabelle. My new friend."



His Wife's Sister



Mark Levine sat on his couch, flipping through the television channels absentmindedly. It was going to be a lazy Saturday for him, the first one in a while. The 32-year old car salesman had been working six days a week for the past four weeks. He had almost forgotten what a Saturday off felt like. He reveled in the morning quiet. His wife, Loren, had been out of town on a business trip since Thursday. She was returning later that night, but this was the first time since she had left that Mark was able to really enjoy her absence. Not that he disliked his wife, but after almost four years of marriage, it was nice to have the house to himself once in a while. 

As morning turned into afternoon, Mark started to become bored. After watching Sportscenter for the second time that day, he grabbed the remote and began surfing. He contemplated taking a shower before his favorite college team played their afternoon football game, but having a few hours until then, there was no real need to hurry. He leaned back and untied the pajama bottems he was wearing to be more comfortable. He continued searching the television channels for something good, but wasn't having much luck. Maybe he'd watch a movie. It had been a few months since he had seen a new movie and he could just order one on Pay-Per-View. He checked the list to see if there was anything worth paying to see. There really wasn't. A few chick flicks, a few generic action movies, and some docu-dramas were the only new movies available. Mark sat back disappointed. 

Then his eyes caught the "Adult" section on the movie menu. A quick thought filled his mind. The house to himself. His wife away. Nothing to do for a few hours. Why not rent a porno? He perused the Adult film menu, intrigued by the thought. Like most men, Mark used to watch porn when he was younger, but hadn't done so since before he was married. The idea of watching one now, in his own house while his wife was out of town, excited him a little. It was a bit naughty. His wife would probably disapprove if she found out. It wasn't that she was a prude, just that she would most likely be jealous that Mark was looking at another naked woman, even one in a movie that he'd have no chance of ever meeting. Some women just didn't like that idea. Ok, most women. But his wife wasn't there and she wouldn't even be back till much later that night. Mark paid the cable bill, so she most likely would never even find out. He decided to do it. 

As he went through the options, Mark decided on a University-themed movie. Nothing like hot college girls, he thought. He chose one titled "The U of N" which apparently was short for The University of Naughty. A tacky title for a humorous, and hot, hour and a half movie. Mark always did like the tacky themed-based pornos. He clicked on the "Buy" button, agreed to the $12.99 price, and the movie began. It was apparently themed around a foreign exchange student, a nasty little Italian coed named Monica, and all of her proceeding "adventures" at her new University. It was actually pretty hot. 

About halfway through the movie, while Monica was engaged in her first lesbian orgy, Mark's libido reached it's peak. His dick was straining against his flimsy cotton pajama bottems and so, with no one around he pulled them down, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free. He removed his t-shirt and leaned back onto his couch, enjoying the freedom to sit naked in his house while watching a porno. As Monica moved on to her next scene in the locker room with the football team, Mark began to stroke his hard on. The trickle of pre-cum flowing from his cock head lubricated his hand as he slowly spread it over his whole dick. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations, the sound of Monica's anal encounter with the captain of the football team filling his ears.

What didn't fill his ears, however, was the sound of the front door opening. Mark was completely unaware of anyone else's presence in the room until he opened his eyes. Standing there, in front of him, was his wife's little sister, Amy. After graduating college, the 22-year old had moved back in with her and Loren's parents not far from Mark and Loren's house. Unknown to Mark, she had just stopped by to drop off some punch bowls for an upcoming party and had let herself in with the spare key Loren had given her. She frequently let herself into their house, but obviously Mark hadn't expected her to do it right at that moment. 

He froze in horror as his wife's sister stood in front of him. Amy didn't say a word. She stood quietly for what seemed like an eternity, staring at her naked brother, hard cock in hand. Mark was too afraid to move. His mind raced for words, but none were coming. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He had no idea what to do. He just sat there with his mouth open. Then, Amy did something entirely unexpected. She slowly dropped down on the floor in front of him.

Mark sat, stunned, as his wife's sister knelt in front of him. Without a word, she slowly bent forward and took his swollen dick into her mouth. Mark moaned as her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock. The feeling was unbelievable. Amy slowly circled the head of his cock with her tongue and Mark moaned again. He couldn't believe this was happening. Was it happening? Was this real? He looked up to the television as Monica was receiving a huge load of cum onto her big breasts. Mark blinked hard, trying to discern reality. He looked back down at his sister who was hungrily slobbering on his throbbing cock. It felt real to him. It felt amazing.

Words nor thoughts had no place, as Mark's mind struggled to grasp reality. All logical thought was gone at this point, replaced with pure, unadulterated pleasure as Amy stroked and sucked his engorged cock. She looked up at him for the first time, and their eyes met. Her gorgeous green eyes transfixed him. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that. She pulled her mouth away from his cock and stood up. Mark began to think this experience...this wonderful, horrifying experience...was over as Amy stood silently in front of him. He again struggled for words, and again found none. He didn't know what to expect next. Then, Amy quickly reached down to the bottom of her white tank top and pulled it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Mark's eyes widened at the sight of those glorious twenty-two year old breasts. She was at least a medium C-cup, and her young body was firm and taut. She had played soccer and vollyball for her college, and her body was still well toned and tan. He thought she looked like a swimsuit model. Without a word, Amy dropped to the floor again and continued the blowjob. Mark's mind was blown. Any remaining semblance of rational thought left his head as he stared down at that beautiful young body. Amy's tits bounced slowly up and down as her head bobbed over his cock. Her tight ass looked round and perfect from the angle he was seeing it as it strained against her tight gym shorts. And boy, was she going to town on his cock.

Mark never really thought about Amy in any sexual way before. He had known her since she was 17, when he started dating Loren. She was a beautiful girl with a great body, but Mark had never really noticed just how great it was until now. She was athletic and toned, and her body showed it. At 22, Mark assumed she had some sexual experience. He just didn't know she had this much! She bobbed her head up and down on his thick shaft, allowing the mixture of spit and pre-cum to pour out of the sides of her mouth, covering his penis with thick saliva. Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, making it twitch with pleasure. Her thick blonde hair tickled his inner thighs and stomach as she continued her sloppy assault on his stiff manhood. She was the picture of perfection. And her sucking skills were nothing short of it as well.

Mark noticed that one of her hands had slipped down between her legs, and that she was gently rubbing her pussy as she sucked him. Mark suddenly felt guilty. Not because he was getting a blowjob from his wife's sister; that guilt was thoroughly suppressed by pleasure. Instead, he felt guilty because he was on the receiving end of such pleasure. He felt that Amy deserved some too. 

Mark slowly put his hand on Amy's head and softly pulled her head back, away from his wet cock. Her eyes filled with confusion as she looked up at him. He slowly stood up, pulling her to her feet as well. There, standing naked in front of his half naked sister, lost in ecstacy, his raging cock stiff as a board, Mark gazed passionately into Amy's eyes before devouring her mouth in a steamy kiss. Their mouths hungrily sought each other as their tongues met. Mark grabbed Amy's waist and pulled her into him as their tongues danced with one another. A small moan left her mouth and entered his as he held her tight, his stiff penis pressed into her stomach; her breasts pushed into his chest. Slowly he pulled his mouth from hers. He looked into her eyes again before dropping to his knees in front of her. He slowly pulled the gym shorts down her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was wearing a simple, cotton G-string. Mark could see a small wet spot on the front of the white panties. His cock got even harder.

Slowly he pulled the G-string down, revealing her moist mound. She had a beautiful pussy. Completely shaved, he took it all in, admiring the almost perfect almond shaped mound of her swollen labia. He hungrily devoured it with his mouth, and Amy elicited another small moan. Mark squeezed her firm ass as he pulled her into his mouth. He greedily lapped her pussy slit, tasting for the first time her warm juices. Amy's hands fell on Mark's head as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his hot tongue inside of her.

From his knees, Mark maneuvered her in a circle until her back was towards the couch. Then he softly pushed her backwards. She got the idea and sat down on the couch. Mark took the opportunity to drink her all in. The lithe 22-year old leaned back on the couch. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, encircling her pretty face. Her melon shaped breasts were perky and her nipples were hard as ice. She played with them with one of her hands. Her toned legs were spread wide, and her other hand was softly fondling her clit. With the sounds of the porno still emanating from the television behind him, Mark thought that Amy could easily have been one of the actresses in that film. She looked perfect to him.

Mark leaned towards her once again. He tenderly kissed her inner thighs, moving from one to the other. He moved to her stomach and began placing soft kisses on it as well. As he kissed all around her pussy, she squirmed under him. He knew that she was enjoying this teasing and that she wanted his mouth on her pussy again. He began to lick around the top of her pussy, then down one side and up the other. Each time he did, Amy moaned and squirmed a little more.

Mark knew she would soon be begging for him to attack her pussy again as he continued to tease her with light licks and kisses all around her swollen mound. He looked up at her pretty face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. She bucked her hips and looked at him as he moved away from her again. Their eyes locked and, without words, each could see the passion in the other's eyes. There were no thoughts here about anything other than what was going on right now between the two of them. Mark pulled himself up on top of her and kissed her passionately again. Their tongues swirled in a combination of his and her's cum and saliva. He moved his lips to her neck. His tongue traced circles on the small of her neck. Her shallow breathing filled his ear as he continued to move his lips down her neck. He kissed her collarbone before moving his mouth to her breast. He slowly circled her nipple with his tongue as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, pulling at it lightly with his teeth, and flicking it repeatedly with his tongue.

"Oh god, yes," she muttered, the first words either of them had spoken. Mark smiled at her exclamation, pleased he could give her such joy. He moved to her other nipple, and repeated the same routine. Her hands were on his head, her fingers twisting in his hair as he sucked on her nipples. He sensuously moved his mouth from her breast to her stomach, lightly kissing and licking as he continued to move further down her body. He kissed her belly button, licking a circle around it before moving his face between her legs once more. He exhaled a deep, warm breath over her glistening pussy. She let out a low "ooo" sound as he did. He smiled again. He also noticed a small stream of cum oozing from her pussy, forming a wet spot on the couch beneath her. Mark's cock stiffened to fullness again. 

With a ravenous hunger, he dove his mouth into her pussy. He engulfed her clit, sucking at it and flicking it with his tongue, just as he had done to her nipples.

"Oh yes!" she groaned through gritted teeth. Mark released her clit and began lapping at her pussy with his tongue like a cat lapping up warm milk. He penetrated her lips with his tongue, inserting it into her pussy as deep as it would go. He moved it in little circular motions, moving it up, down, side to side. He could feel the flow of juices increasing as he lapped at her warm slit. He moved again to her clit, licking and sucking it. 

"Oh yes...oh yes...oh," Amy kept repeating as Mark teased her clit again and again. He moved his hand to her pussy and inserted first one, then two fingers. Her moans became louder and her hips bucked wildly as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and fingers. He moved his fingers inside her faster and faster as he sucked at her clit with his mouth. He felt her pussy get wetter as he did, and soon his hand was covered in her pussy juices. The suction sound of his fingers moving rapidly inside of her sloppy wet pussy mingled with her moans as she grew closer to climax. Mark worked hard to keep teasing her clit with his tongue and mouth as he fingered her pussy. His other hand had moved to her breast, twisting her nipple. Her one hand guided his as he played with her nipple, the other was firmly on the back of his head, holding him in place between her legs. Her hips were squirming beneath him as she continually bucked her pussy into his face. 

"Oh please don't stop. Please don't stop. Please! Please! Please!" Amy moaned. Her hips bucked hard into him and he knew she was close. He flicked her clit wildly with his tongue. Her legs closed around Mark's head as the orgasm rushed over her.

"OH GOD YESSSS!" she screamed as her orgasm exploded deep within her. Her pussy filled with juice and she bucked into Mark's mouth again and again. Both of her hands held his head tight to her pussy as she came into his hot mouth. Mark eagerly lapped up the burst of cum that flowed from between her legs. Her body shook with her orgasm and she collapsed back onto the couch, finally releasing Mark's head from her grasp. He continued to lick at her pussy as her breathing returned to normal. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back in a contented manner. She quickly opened them and looked down at Mark, a small smile playing on her lips. Mark smiled back. She had gotten what she deserved.

Suddenly, Amy jumped up from the couch, and threw her arms around Mark's neck. She kissed him hard and deep, tasting herself in his mouth. Then just as suddenly, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She grasped his still hard cock in her hands and began stroking it. She lowered her mouth over his cock head once again. Still stroking the shaft, she took his cock into her mouth deeper with each bob of her head. After three or four times, she had his entire manhood in her mouth. She deep throated him again and again, taking in all of his dick and then pulling it all the way out again. She gagged a few times as his cock hit the back of her throat, but it didn't stop her or even slow her down. She just kept taking all of his cock in her warm, wet mouth over and over. The saliva dripped from his cock each time she pulled back. It covered her chin and began to stream down her body. Mark watched in delight as it soon covered her breasts and flowed down her stomach towards her pussy. Each time she pulled back a new burst of saliva poured from her mouth down her body. She began to hum as she took his cock in, the vibration flowing through his body. She repeated this again and again until Mark could no longer stand it.

"I'm gonna cum," Mark breathlessly moaned. Amy deep throated him one more time, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she pulled back. She dove her mouth onto his cock once more, rapidly flicking the underside of it with her tongue as she did. Mark moaned loudly as he felt the cum spurt out from his cock while still in Amy's mouth. She sucked on his dick like it was a straw while he ejaculated in her mouth. Cum began to flow out the sides of her mouth as he filled it, dripping down her chin. He held her head tight against his cock as his orgasm bucked him into her mouth, much like she had just done to him. When the waves subsided, Mark released her head, and Amy pulled his cock from her mouth. Cum dripped from her chin and down her body as she licked his cock clean. She looked up at him with those luscious green eyes as she licked the tip of his cock one last time. She was gorgeous, covered in spit and cum. It dripped off of her breasts and pooled on the floor under her pussy. She stood up, and they looked into each other's eyes. Neither of them could come up with any words to say, and both seemed to understand that. Mark didn't know whether to hold her or push her away. Now that his libido was slated, he began to fully realize what had just happened. Amy also seemed to be in the same boat. She quickly picked up her clothes from off the floor and walked to the bathroom. Mark sat back down on the couch, unable to wrap his mind around what just took place. In a few minutes Amy returned, fully dressed and cleaned up. Mark was still naked. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Mark noticed her glance at his cock, still glistening with her saliva. He thought he noticed a small smile on her face. Then she turned around and rapidly walked out of the house.

Mark got up in a daze. He gathered up his clothes and walked to the bathroom like a zombie. He tried to think, but it was as if rational thought just wouldn't come. He tried to sort his thoughts. His wife's sister had just given him a blowjob. He had eaten her out. He had cum in her mouth. The images of her kneeling on the floor in front of him, covered in spit and cum, flooded his mind. Had that really just happened? Could it have?

Mark showered and got dressed, then returned to the scene of the crime. There were still spots of cum on the floor, and a small wet spot on the couch. He wiped up the wood floor, and considered spraying the couch to clean it, but he realized that would cause a bigger wet spot, and he didn't want to have to try to explain it to his wife. He could lie, but he figured he would be lying to her enough in the coming days. In the end, he just left it, hoping it was too small for anyone to notice.

That night his wife returned from her trip. They shared a late dinner as she described her last few days to him. He tried to concentrate as she poured over the excruciating minutiae of her business conference, but his mind just couldn't focus. He felt knots in his stomach as he re-lived that afternoon's affair in his head. He tried to put it out of his mind. He figured it would be best if he just forgot that it had ever happened.

"So what about you," Loren asked him, "did you do anything exciting on your day off?"