10 comments/ 42276 views/ 1 favorites Surprised By: neonlyte "You are fucking joking! I am not doing that. Which one of you dirty bastard's came up with that idea?" "Come on Sal, it'll be fun. We're all getting stale, we could do with something to liven our lives up." She looked at him from where she lay on her side of their bed trying to decide if he were pulling her leg or serious. He came up with some crazy notions; admittedly, many had engendered a degree of spice as their marriage moved toward the end of its second decade, but this topped everything. Though he was right in one respect, a degree of staleness was enveloping all of their lives, she wasn't sure this proposal was a way to tackle it. "How do you know it will be fun? At the very least I foresee severe embarrassment, at the worst, someone will get pissed off and cause a scene. I bet this was Pete's idea. On Valentine's Day as well! He's got a fucking nerve, Valentine's Day is supposed to be for spending with your partner, not fucking your best friend's husband or wife." He reached under the bedcovers, his hand automatically finding the gap between her thighs, sliding his hand into the warmth between her legs. "Don't do that. I'm not in the mood." "You were in the mood just now." Rob said putting on his small boy face, reaching with his fingertips to stroke the underside of her bottom. "That's before you became a pervert. Honestly, you three boys are a bunch of children. You sit in the pub and cook up these wild schemes, did you really expect any of us to take it seriously. Stop it!" She giggled, grinding her thighs to try to dislodge his fingers, not a serious effort, like moving away or slapping him down with her hand. She'd woken feeling horny, wanted to fuck, but he was going to have to do some serious foreplay if he wanted to retrieve the situation. "Well smarty pants. None of 'us children', as you put it, came up with the plan. It's June's idea." In one movement, Sally removed his hand and sat up in bed staring incredulously at her husband. "June! What Pete's June. I don't fucking believe it." She believed it only too well. They are three couples, they've grown up together, holidayed together, got pissed, ate dinners and flirted outrageously together. Of the three women, Sally, Avril and June, the latter was the extrovert. First one to go topless when they were in their teens, the organiser of the infamous holiday in France that turned out to be a nudist colony where any form of clothing in public was strictly forbidden. And the only one, as far as Sally knew, who'd had an affair outside of marriage. While she contemplated this news, Rob took the opportunity to move closer running his hand across the swell of her bottom pressed against the bed sheet up across the back and round under her breast, he knew better than to squeeze, Sally responded to soft touches, if he squeezed her breast or pinched her nipple, well, he might just as well have thrown a bucket of cold water over her. She moved against his touch accommodatingly, he moved closer planting kisses along the buttock and thigh nearest to him. Almost absentmindedly she reached down and stroked the side of his face, he glanced up to see her staring blankly across the room, thinking. He took his opportunity shifting toward her; she lowered the thigh nearest to him to give him access. "Ouch, you need to shave. Just what do you think you're doing?" She asked pushing back the duvet, exposing his head Rob had his head in her lap, beard stubble scratching at her skin, planting kisses on her tummy, teasing at her pubic hairs with his lips. "Breakfast." He answered. "What makes you think you deserve any?" "Don't mind me, I'll just help myself. You carry on doing what ever it is you're doing." "You pig!" She said leaning back, taking her weight on her elbows. "Come round in front, do it properly, your beard stubble is like needles." Rob quickly shuffled round before she changed her mind, felt her take his head in her hands and guide him between her thighs, shifting her position slightly to make sure he'd be able to reach all of the bits she wanted him to lick. "That's better, do it how I like it. If you're good, you can have dessert." Sally liked nothing better than a good tongue fucking, normal sex always better for her after Rob had gone down on her, they'd worked out a routine years ago in their late teens on her Mum's sofa. The stories that sofa could tell, how they'd never been caught astonished them. During the marriage years, they'd experimented many different ways to have sex with various degrees of success, oral then fucking the preferred route for both, especially in the morning when the ripened smell of her sex aroused Rob. If he'd thought about, which he didn't because he was too intent on making her cum - though the rare tiny ejaculation against his mouth should have given him a clue - Sally was remarkably turned on this Saturday morning, spreading herself more than essentially necessary for him to complete the task, then fucking him with an energy that made him feel his advancing years, he assumed it was all down to his skill. - - # - - Rob was having his second breakfast, croissants, coffee, and Saturday morning newspapers, in the conservatory, Sally talking on the telephone in the kitchen, he wasn't listening, concentrating on the Rugby news for the upcoming England v's Wales game. "More coffee big boy?" Sally asked sidling alongside him, pot in hand. He folded the newspaper and looked up ready for the next question, he'd normally be left to fend for himself, years of marriage providing all the necessary clues that another question was imminent. "Yes please." He said sliding his hand under her robe and fondling her bottom "You'll catch cold, you should put some knickers on. Where are the kids?" "Out. One's fishing and the others doing homework at her girl friends, were supposed to believe that by the way without question. Odds on she's down the shopping mall trying to fix a date for next weekend." "Why, what's next special about next weekend?" "Rob, are you being thick? Next weekend is Valentine's Day, you know the day when you want me to fuck one of your best mates. I tell you something for nothing, if this goes ahead, and it's a big if, it is going to cost each of you a fortune. A dozen roses won't even begin to cover the tip. Now stop playing with my bottom before I spill the coffee. "Rob, come off it. We've things to do." Rob pulled her onto his lap, she placed the coffee pot on the table before she dropped it and settled herself on his outstretched knees. Watching him critically as he pushed her gown from her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her neck, fingers lightly touching her breasts. He felt her shiver at his touch, a welcome feeling. "You always say that." He mumbled between kisses. "There's nothing to do. You've organised everything, impeccably as usual. Have I ever told you, you've got sexy shoulders?" Sally let him play for a few minutes, enjoying the attention, happy he still found her attractive. She glanced at the clock and tousled his hair signalling enough. "Come on, straighten my gown. I've things to do, even if you haven't. I said dress me, not undress me. Behave!" He did her bidding, hauling the gown back onto her shoulders kissing each nipple before he covered them. It's his one weakness Sally thought. Just occasionally she'd prefer he didn't listen and just take her, if that's what he wanted, wasn't like they were going to be disturbed, he could fuck her right now, spread her across the conservatory table if he set his mind to it. Instead of telling him to get on with fucking her, she hugged him to her and told him she loved him, receiving an affectionate pat on the bottom as she rose and turned away. Rob reached for his newspaper. "Are you going to the pub with the boys to watch the Rugby?" She asked from the kitchen. "Yep. Two o'clock, be back about seven. That ok." "Yes. June and Avril are coming round." He heard that, despite being engrossed in the team news, and waited for more. Nothing. He closed the paper and walked into the kitchen leaning arms folded against the Welsh dresser watching his wife busy herself at the sink. She glanced across her shoulder at him. "What?" "Anything you want to tell me? I presume you were on the phone to June." "Nope. And yes." "Sal! What are you cooking up? Are you meeting to talk about June's idea?" "No. We're going to do crochet!" She turned and looked at him, looking faintly ridiculous in the white Terry robe, yellow washing-up gloves, dish cleaner in hand. "Who do you fancy most June or Avril?" "Actually you, especially with those gloves on. I'm not answering that." Rob said. "Be serious for a moment. If you want to do this alternative Valentine's Day thing, you'd better tell me which one you fancy." "Who do you fancy? Pete or Steve." "I'm asking the questions. If I decide to do this, and that's by no means certain, though I will confess the idea has a certain attraction, as you probably noticed in bed this morning... " She hesitated while a bulb illuminated in his head. "...ah, you thought it was your technique, it was that as well, big boy. Anyway, if I decide to do this, I want to know which one of those two you would like to fuck. Go and get dressed and think about it, you look silly standing there with your cock poking through your dressing gown. Which one's turning you on, I bet it's Avril." She turned back to the sink hearing Rob pad out of the kitchen and spring up the stairs and congratulated herself on sowing the idea of Avril in Rob's head. She could cope with Avril, voluptuous breasted Avril. She'd caught Rob staring at her breasts many times, they'd be a one night novelty for him. As for June, there was no way June was coming near her man; Sally was terrified they might enjoy it too much. She decided she needed control over the situation, it might be fun; it could cause problems. She thought she better lay down some rules. Before Rob had been allowed to leave home for the pub, he received precise instructions from Sally as to what he could tell his co-conspirators and what was required from them. She emphasised that her willingness to discuss this 'project' was no guarantee that she would be prepared to proceed, that depended upon the boys cooperating and the girls agreeing to her plan. On no account were the men to discuss which wife they wanted to fuck. She already had a pretty good idea, Rob had already confirmed a preference for Avril and she was pretty certain Steve would want June, that left Sally with Pete, who she would have selected simply because he'd asked her a few years ago if she was interested in something on the side. He'd been pissed at the time, but he'd asked nicely. "One final thing Rob." Sally said. He looked up recognising the tone in her voice; he knew this had been too easy. "Each of us, the boys and the girls, are to write their sexual fantasy on the sheet of paper, something they've not done with their partners and fancy trying. If we're going to do this, we might as well get something out of it, other than a free fuck." Rob winced. Didn't like the sound of this at all. "That's my condition Rob, or the plan's off." "Who's opening the envelopes? You?" "Good isn't. I get to see what each of your sordid little minds has planned." "No. I'm not doing that." "Yes you are or I'm going to have a 'headache' for at least a month. Do it for me Rob, write a note telling me what your secret fantasy is, I'll promise to act out your fantasy for you, after you've practiced on Avril." She gave Rob three envelopes and three sheets of paper. The boys were to write the name of the wife they wanted to fuck, and their sexual fantasy, seal the envelope, and return it to Sally via Rob. Her idea was simply that each boy would not know who would be screwing his wife. She hoped this would stop any feeling of jealousy that might arise. - - # - - "You're fucking joking. They're at your place planning who gets to fuck who?" Steve blurted. Rob glanced around to see if Steve's outburst was attracting unwanted attention. "Hey Stevie, why not advertise it to the whole pub, I think there are some people in the corner who didn't hear you." The England lost the Rugby 11 – 9 to Wales in a scrappy disappointing game, still, they had other things to think about. Rob quietly explained Sally's plan, passing them paper and envelopes. The boy's admired the simplicity, it wasn't that they didn't know who each had a fancy for, but this stopped any awkward glances, they could hide, as it were, inside the envelope. "She laid down other rules." Rob said. "Midnight cut off point and return home, no offence lads but she doesn't fancy facing either of you over breakfast. And for fucks sake – make sure your kids are out of the way." "Yeh, I can see how that might be embarrassing, kids coming down and finding Uncle Pete's joined them for breakfast." Pete answered with a grin. "Secondly, we each have to buy, and I quote, 'extravagant and expensive Valentine's Day presents to bestowed upon our own wife and the wife we fuck, preferably jewellery and under no circumstances underwear'. She says we can't even choose underwear properly for them so we're not buying it for anyone else's wife. Agreed?" Rob received nods from the other two. "We're not to meet after today or for two weeks afterwards. She doesn't want us yapping or comparing notes. It leaves us free for the Ireland v's England Rugby on 27th February." "Oh that's ok, as long as we can meet up for the Rugby." Steve answered. Rob looked at Steve, and found himself curiously thinking he hoped Sally would get Pete. "Right. Nearly the end, not sure you're going to like this. You've to write on that piece of paper your sexual fantasy. Doesn't mean you're going to do it, unless the wife in question agrees. The wives will do the same, just so we know what they expect from us." "Phew. Hadn't thought of that. Fuck me." Pete said. "Ok. Final condition. This is a strictly 'one-off' event, never to be repeated or discussed." - - # - - Sally's meeting with the girls had gone pretty much to plan. On Tuesday morning, three days before Valentine's Day she was to be found sat on the sofa in the conservatory with five sealed envelopes in her lap. June had popped round earlier with her own and Avril's wanting to stay to see what the boys had written. Much to June's annoyance, Sally refused, wanting to the pleasure of reading the notes by herself. Sally's plan was to re-write and re-package an envelope for each of the boy's. Each would contain a front door key, and a note explaining the sexual fantasy of the wife they would be spending the evening with, providing of course they were reasonable requests and didn't involve anything too outlandish. She slit the first envelope open and unfolded the page recognising June's handwriting. She read: "I want to be a Dominatrix and whip (gently – well fairly gently) my man while he's hooded. He'll never know where I am, where I'll hit him, he'll be handcuffed to the foot of my bed and had better obey my requests or he'll be punished harder. I don't care if I have Rob or Steve, but (sorry Jane) I'd prefer Rob." Sally smiled ruefully, 'might have guessed', she thought refolding the note then discovering another piece of paper in the envelope. It was addressed to Sally; she read it with shock and surprise, really not at all sure whether it was a joke, or meant in earnest. She'd have to talk with June when this escapade was over. Avril's letter started - Dear Rob – causing Sally's eyebrows to rise and wondering the extent of the truth about the large breasted blonde. 'You're not supposed to be picking the man dozy.' The letter continued with an explanation of how she'd really like to try anal sex but had refused Steve many years before and he'd never mentioned it again. 'Dumb broad – just ask him!' Sally said to her self as she re-folded the letter and replaced it. Pete's letter next – 'Dear Sally' – 'Why am I not surprised' Sally asked herself. 'Dear Sally, I'd like to fuck you long and slow and softly, it will make a change from my usual diet. Pete.' 'I could use these for blackmail.' She thought. 'Right, this is either Steve's or Rob's,' she thought slicing open the letter. 'I'm going for Jane because I'd like to fuck her up the bum, Av won't let me do it. Steve.' "You pair of plonkers," Sally said out-loud, "talk to each other you nit wits." She entirely overlooked that she had failed during eighteen years of marriage to tell Rob her own fantasy, let alone get Rob to tell her his. The last letter had to be Rob's, it was addressed to Avril (good), but she knew the words were meant for her. She read the letter with amazement her hand trembling as she digested Rob's words, so obviously written for her to read, hoisted her skirt and began fingering her pussy through the satin fabric of her knickers, a few strokes, then dipping inside, laying back, splaying her legs to give her access, slipping her hand under the waist band and immediately thrusting two fingers inside herself, enjoying the almost brutal way she masturbated, quite different from the way Rob brought her off. She came quite quickly, just the thought of Rob wanting to do that to her was almost enough. 'You darling, darling boy', she thought. Sally went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, washed her hands, dropped her stained knickers and skirt in the dirty bin, pulled on a pair of slacks and went back down stairs. She did all this with a silly grin on her face wondering what she was going to do to keep occupied between now and Valentine's Day, the excitement was getting to her. Down stairs, she wrote instructions for each of the other five and sat staring at a blank sheet of paper wondering what she should write for her own fantasy. Finally resolved, she put pen to paper. - - # - - The three couples met for an early supper at an Italian restaurant festooned with Valentine hearts, cupid decorations and pink ribbons. It was one of several restaurants they used, Sally decided Italian preferable to Indian, given what was planned. The girls decided it would be better to eat together as a group. The plan was an early supper, then the girls to leave to go home and get ready. They agreed it would be better for the men to arrive at their partner-for-the-evenings home, rather than drive off together as couples. It would be more exciting for everyone. Sally had instructed Rob to make sure every ones wine glasses were kept topped up just in case someone needed 'Dutch courage'. She sat sporting a beautiful white gold multi-stranded necklace she'd unwrapped over breakfast, looking radiant, composed, trembling inside. Pete had brought roses for all of the girls and made a great show of kissing her hand, looking longingly into her eyes still not sure if he would be with Sally, or Avril. She was rather annoyed with Rob who seemed confidently intent on Avril's breasts bulging ominously from her strapless dress. 'Ok, just this once', she thought, 'but you're not making a habit of it.' At half past seven the girls stood to leave, she handed sealed envelopes to the three men and then told them to leave as soon as the girls had cleared the car park, she didn't want them sitting around looking at each other; they were not to arrive at the address in the envelope for fifteen minutes. She told them firmly they were not to open the envelopes in the company of the others. Outside she handed envelopes to June and Avril. "Read them when you get home," she said, "you'll find them useful." - - # - - Rob drove around for a few minutes, making sure he didn't go any where near his own house, then pulled over to read the contents of the envelope. He was to go to Avril's house, he read the description of Avril's sexual fantasy and told himself he could do that. It was almost anti-climatic, he tried not to think of Sally being with Pete, and especially not Steve, and thought instead of Avril's plump white breasts and whether she'd mind if he squeezed them. Surprised He pulled into Avril's driveway stopping behind her car, cut his engine, switched off the lights, and sat still for a few minutes. Half of him wanted to go home, put an end to this but he really couldn't face going home and finding Pete or Steve ploughing Sally. He thought maybe he'd just go in and talk with Avril, now he was at the point, he didn't feel like doing anything with her. Rob looked around the dark street and slipped the key in the lock opening the door quietly and closing it behind him. In the hall, a candle casting a flickering light, a paper arrow directing the way, Miles Davis playing quietly on the stereo. He followed a line of candles placed to guide him up the stairs; on a closed bedroom door off the landing, a sign read, 'Cum In', he almost smiled. Foolishly, he knocked quietly on the door before reaching for the door handle and stepping into a completely dark room, that brought relief, he was sure he was blushing. "Avril?" He called quietly. No answer. He took a couple of steps into the room. "Avril? Are you here?" "So you want to tie me to the bed, titty fuck me, and cum all over my face do you – big boy." "Sally? What the fuck are you doing here. Where's Avril?" "You didn't honestly think I was going to let you fuck that melon breasted blonde." "What's going on? If you're here, who's at our house?" "Go bring a candle so we can see each other, then I'll explain." Sally told him. When he came back into the room, he spied Sally spread eagled on the bed, Avril and Steve's double bed. He couldn't help but laugh, she appeared to be tied down. She was also wearing a bra he didn't recognise, it seemed to give her bigger breasts. "How the hell did you get like that?" "Avril came back with me and sorted me out before rushing over to Jane's." "You're really tied down, you can't move." "Of course I'm tied down. Otherwise, I'd have covered myself up. It's fucking freezing in here. Get undressed, come and keep me warm." He sat down on the edge of the bed looking at his wife anew. "In a minute. Tell me. What do you want me to do to you? What's your fantasy?" "There's a note for you on the bedside table." Sally answered. "Don't want to read a note. You tell me." He placed his hand on her tummy feeling her shiver at his touch. She felt warm enough to him. "Don't do that. I'm cold. Get undressed and come to bed." "I don't think you are in much of a position to object to anything Sally. You ought to be punished you scheming minx. Now tell me now what you want me to do to you." "You'd prefer it if Avril was here?" "Don't be stupid. I'd already decided I wasn't going to do anything. I'm not up for this sort of game." He moved his hand down through her pubic hair feeling her half shrinking then pushing up to his touch. He slid between her legs, watching her as she closed her eyes, arched her head back and thrust her hips up to meet his fingers, letting him slip straight into her. "Christ you're wet Sal." "Of course I'm fucking wet," she answered through clenched teeth, "I've been laying here half night waiting for you to come and fuck me." He leant over toward her, the sound of his fingers squelching in her cunt filling the room. She flinched as his leather jacket first brushed then crushed over her body. "Tell me what you want." He whispered into her ear. "Fuck me. I want to be fucked hard, no caressing, no gentleness. I want you to fuck whenever you want, not to ask permission, just to do it." He pulled his fingers from her cunt. "Nnooo! Put them back." He crawled over her, crouched between her legs, and unzipped his fly pulling his prick free. Reaching forward, he took her by the hips, elevating her slightly from the mattress and plunged straight into her, hard, as far as he could. "Yes. Like that." Sally screamed. Rob withdrew completely and plunged in again feeling more than hearing her scream. He paused inside her, then withdrew slowly, half way, plunged again and again and again, hearing her cry out each time, seeing her clench her hands around the cords holding her to the bed. "Don't stop, I want to cum." Sally gurgled. He renewed his thrusts, only the cords around her ankles stopping her from being shoved up the bed, Gripping her tighter around the hips he pulled her onto him as he thrust into her eventually feeling her go limp as she came her body shaking, legs trembling, riding the flow. He collapsed on top of her. They lay still for a few minutes. "Pull out of me love. There's some tissues on the side." "You ok?" "I'm sore. That hurt." He leant over and grabbed the box of tissue, snatching at them with his fingertips, wondering for the thousandth time why they never remembered to put them in reach. Took a handful and reached down to where their bodies joined mopping at the mess as he withdrew. "I'm sorry if... " "No. Don't say sorry. I wanted that. Not every time, just sometimes I want you to treat me like a slut, just take me when you want me. Do you understand? Sometimes, like last Saturday morning, I say no, when what I really wanted was for you to bend me over the table and fuck me." "Ehm, I can see how that might work, but I don't want to force you." "Well, it might make life a little less predictable, in the end, that's what all this has been about. And believe me, you won't force me if I don't want to do it. Did you cum?" No. Think you've made enough mess for both of us though. I can't remember you being that wet before." "You should have been with me when I read your letter. Christ, I'd fucked you're brains out." He kissed her cunt having finished wiping it clean and knelt beside her. "I'll untie you." Rob said. "Not until you've titty fucked me. Why did you want to do that?" "You know why, it's what I can't have with you. You always complain your breasts are too tender." "And cum on my face? You've cum on my face lots of times." "Yeh, but you don't really like it." "I do! I thought you didn't like to do it." Sally said. "I thought you didn't like me doing it." Rob replied, laughing at their stupidity. "Come here you idiot and kiss me." They kissed for a while mouth to mouth, before Rob decided to go exploring while he had her tied down like this. "Tell me what's happening with the others, who's with who?" Rob worked his way with his mouth all over her body while she explained. "I told you, there was no way I was going to let you fuck Avril, I was going to call it off, but once I'd seen every ones letters, I realised there was another way. Avril thinks she was getting you, she got Steve, they both wanted anal but were too scared to ask. I hope they're getting it sorted, I left her my bum plug. They'll work out how to use it. "Jane wasn't bothered who she got as long as she could use her whip on them." "Ouch. Remind me to stay away from Jane." "Will you just concentrate on what you're doing while I tell you what's going on, unhook this bra, its really uncomfortable." She arched her back, "Npw suckle my breasts like you used to do when I got pregnant. "Anyway, Jane and Pete have some serious talking to do, she's pretty much full on sexually whereas Pete really fancies a nice gentle slow fuck..." "With you?" "Possibly. It'll never happen. Jane and Pete are at our house; Avril and Steve are at Jane's. "Now Rob my love. Are you going to play out your fantasy?" "Nah. Thanks for the offer but I don't really fancy it. Besides your tits are barely big enough." "You bastard. Untie me so I can beat you." She said struggling light heartedly against the cords. "You think I'm stupid, I'm not untying you. I'm going to take my clothes off and lay over you. You never know I might just come all over your face. Tell me something, why did you get so excited over my letter?" "Cos you didn't want to fuck her. You wanted to be naked with her, feel her tits, but you didn't want to fuck her." "Hmm. You noticed that." He said, laying along her body, nibbling at her mouth. "Yes. I noticed that. By the way, I have ever told you how sexy you look when you're about to cum. You're eyes clench shut, and you bite your lower lip, brow furrowed, the only thing that puts me off you unloading on my face is that I want to watch, and you never say, 'I'm cumming', so I close my eyes and miss the best bits." "Practice?" "Definitely! When we arrive home. Happy Valentine's Day my love. By the way, where's Avril's present? It's mine now." Next morning she passed him a note at the breakfast table. "You might want to read this." "Is this your note?" "No, it's from June." He read the note gradually shrinking away from it, holding it further from his body. The note, personal to Sally told of June's private fantasy, to watch Rob fuck Peter while she (June) watched, preferably with Sally eating her out. "You are fucking joking! I am never doing that." Rob said, "Let's move house." Sally smiled and answered, "Never say never big boy. There's always next year." if you have enjoyed this story, please remember to vote. Feedback always welcome. Surprised Melissa sat at the computer. Damn these boys were horny. Fuck she needed to get out of the chat room. Too many IMs already. John kept popping her up. "Come on. Meet me. I could use some head" She looked at the time realizing that she had to get ready soon. "No John. I have someone already coming over. That's not cheating if I don't fuck him right?" "WHAT?" "Don't get mad. I talked to him earlier. He had this HUGE dick. Said my answers to his questions made him reallllly horny. Only right if I took care of it." "Damn you Melissa. You owe me." "Fine fine. Ok I do. Now help me figure out what to wear." "I could care less." Jealousy is always fun. "Oh shuddup. What would you want me to wear for you soon?" "A skirt and some heels. Maybe a low-cut shirt." "Ok let me go look." Off she went into the bedroom. She only had like an hour or so till the bf got home. She would need to make Jerry cum quick. Jerry. How did she get talked into this? Not her fault the monster got hard so quick. He was hot in a manly man way though. Hmm.... This little white skirt.... A black thong? Damn. Only thing she could find was a button up shirt. Back on the computer now. "John? How about a button up?" "That would be hot. No panties now though." "Tsk tsk. I have to have something there. Don't want to encourage him to try and fuck me." "Well make sure you don't wear any for me" Such bad boys. She finished getting dressed and sat down. "A car!" "Lucky guy" She answered the door quickly. Oh wow.... He was big and hot. "Hi Jerry" "Hi Melissa." She grabbed his hand and led him over to the computer. "John, say hi to Jerry" "Hey man. Lucky son of a bitch" Jerry laughed "get on your knees Melissa" Her fingernails clicked against the keyboard "john I have to get this done. Bbl" Jerry slid his jeans off.... And his huge dick popped out of his plaid boxers. GOD he was so damn big. She kneeled between his legs and licked the length of his cock. Not wasting anytime she swallowed the monster whole. "God this bitch is good" Jerry sent to John. "Lucky man" Melissa worked up and down on him quickly....slipping one hand up to cup his balls as she slip up and down faster. Damn the thing was so big she had trouble getting most of it in her mouth. "Holy shit she has me close John" "I am jealous" "Should I blow it on her glasses? " "hahaha go for it" Melissa worked him even faster drool sliding down his dick. She could feel him start to spasm. All of the sudden he pulled out and shot all over her face. Fucker she thought. She got up and looked at the computer. Click click click "damn you john. Should have told him no!" "I wanted to" Damn Jerry. She leaned over the computer table looking for a towel she kept there. Jerry pushed up against her... hands slipping under to cup her huge tits. "What are you two doing?" John sent. "Cut it out Jerry" she said then sent john "nothing". OMG. She could feel Jerry get hard again. No way. She tried to push up from leaning on the table but his hand stopped her. "NO JERRY". "John tell him I said no!. He's got me bent over the table. Grinding on me." "You know you want it." God boys suck. "You make me hard bitch. Deal with it." Jerry growled. She felt her skirt being raised. "NOOO" She cried. The thought of his huge dick had her sooo turned on and wet. Omg. With his first thrust he was a third of the way in her. God that felt so good. He spread her legs more and started pounding her hard. Didn't take long till he had a good half in and working on more of it. Melissa was moaning constantly. "What the fuck is going on?" Holy shit. Her bf was there. "I'm fucking your woman. Got a problem?" Jerry pulled out with a plop and stepped towards him. "Besides I'm sure you are Mr. Small" Melissa sat down trying to recover. Rob wasn't small. Just average. Not like Jerry's monster which must have been like 10 inches. She giggled as the two gestured at each other. Jerry looked so funny with his cock swinging around. Oh wow! Rob was pulling his pants down to compare!. Wasn't going to be even a contest! She could hear Jerry snicker after the pants were off. Robs face went completely red. Rob swung at Jerry!!!!! Jerry grabbed his arm and spun rob around into the couch. Rob tried to turn around but Jerry had his big meaty hand on his back. Melissa giggled. That was a familiar position. But not the same situation. OMG. Jerry moved behind Rob his huge massive cock pointed right at Robs crack. He wouldn't dare fuck him would he? "OH MY FUCKING GOD" Rob screamed as he was speared by that log. He wiggled and clawed but couldn't get loose from Jerry. Holy shit, Melissa thought, this can't be happening. Jerry started moving slowly easing more of his cock into Rob. "Take that you little bitch. I'm going to make you a slut for me along with your woman" Rob grabbed onto the cushions of the couch and held on. He knew he couldn't get away and he was just trying to bear what was happening. Maybe it would stop. As Rob stopped trying to get away Melissa realized she was playing with her wet pussy. Omg she was getting turned on as Rob was being broken. "Get off" Rob cried. "No slut. I haven't fucked the shit out of you yet" Tears poured out of Robs eyes as he felt Jerry move faster. He couldn't get away. He was getting fucked no matter what. That huge dick was driving deeper in him. And that's when it happened. He gave himself up to being fucked. Maybe he could make him cum quicker. Jerry felt Rob spread his legs more. "That's it you little slut. Give it up to me" He started pounding harder and within a short time he had his balls slapping against Robs ass. Rob was scared and crying. The pain had subsided and he somehow wanted Jerry deeper... wtf was wrong with him? Jerry drove into Rob like a mad man determined to break this little boy and make him his slut. Melissa came on her fingers and didn't stop playing. This was soooo fucking hot. GOD. Jerry reared back and started pounding him hard. "Say you like my cock bitch" Rob moaned. "Say it!" Jerry slapped Rob's thigh. "I love your cock". If anything that made Jerry fuck rob harder. "You will look good dressed like a girl soon wont you. You will give it up anytime I want it wont you!" "Yes! YES!" Rob cried. He knew he was fucked in more than one way. Jerry cried out and shot his hot load right into Rob's tight body. Surprised Just a little fantasy of mine I'd like to share with you all. Enjoy! ;) *** The front door is unlocked, you let yourself in, quietly climbing the stairs to find me naked in bed. My eyes are closed and I'm moaning loudly as I pleasure myself. You can feel your cock straining at your trousers, so you free him quietly and stand over me. I sense your presence and open my eyes. Before I can scream you jump on me, wrapping your fingers round my throat. The threat forcing me to lie still. You smile to yourself, knowing you control the situation, you slap your cock in my face. "Open up bitch". I open my mouth and you slide in between my lips and over my tongue; beginning to fuck my face in earnest. Sliding deeper into my throat, you can feel it contract around you. You pull back to let me breath, before sliding back in again. You enjoy watching my eyes streaming and hearing me gag on your dick. You reach down between my legs to my wet pussy; so wet and ready for you. You rub the juices over my clit and feel me wriggle beneath you. My muffled cries to stop sending vibrations through your hard cock. You buck your hips as you feel your balls tightening, ready to unload. "Shut up bitch and take it!" You moan as your hot jizz shoots into my mouth, wave after wave of pleasure as you empty into me. "Swallow!" you command. I do as I'm told, drinking every drop of your seed. I close my eyes tightly against the images of your dick fucking my mouth. I feel your weight lift slightly and thinking you're done with me, I begin to relax. Your hands encircle my wrists, but before I can struggle you're tying me to the bed. I begin to wriggle again, my huge tits bouncing from side to side. I plead with you not to do this, begging you to let me go, swearing I won't tell anyone. You tell me if I kiss you, you'll consider letting me go. I nod in agreement. You kiss me deep and passionately, and I respond. Telling myself that its just so you'll let me go, but enjoying your mouth on mine. I can't help but moan. Your hands move down to my tits, feeling the hard peaks of my excited nipples. You grab at my breast and squeeze hard. I gasp, unsure if its from pain or pleasure. Your mouth moves down my neck and I shudder as your lips skim my secret spot. I can't stop the sharp intake of breath or the buck of my hips as delicious warmth pools between my legs. Surprised by my reaction you stop to explore the area where my neck and shoulder meet. Your lips touch the area again, and your tongue darts out. My hips buck and again I gasp. My nipples hardening under your palm, as my breasts thrust into your grip. You smile to yourself at your discovery. You open your mouth and bite down. I moan out loud and rub myself against you eagerly. My breathing heavy. You continue to bite and lick, driving me wild beneath you, unable to stop the need building. Your hand slides down to my pussy to find me absolutely drenched, and I rub myself against your hand wantonly, moaning. "You have to stop," I beg. "Please." But I moan again, this time louder. "Please." You keep your finger pressed firmly against my clit as I continue to move my hips and rub against you. My moans get louder, more desperate. The warmth spreads through me and I can't hold back any more. You bite down again, hard. "No!" I cry as my orgasm erupts in waves. You hold still as I shudder beneath you, cumming hard. Before my orgasm subsides you thrust your dick, now rock solid again, deep inside me, slamming in to the hilt. I scream. You wrap your hand around my throat "Shut the fuck up whore and take it! I'm gonna have some fun with your juicy cunt!" I shudder again. You laugh. "You like that? You like me using your whore pussy?" I try to shake my head. "Liar! Tell me! Tell me you like my cock pumping your whore pussy!" I try to shake my head again. You tighten your grip on my neck so I can barely breath as you slam home again and again. "Tell me." You loosen your grip and I gasp in air. "I like your cock pumping my whore pussy" I mumble shamefully. "Louder" you command. "I like your cock pumping my whore pussy!" I cry as you continue fucking me senseless. "No more" I beg, feeling my pussy start to pulse. You feel it too and smile. "Again." "I like your cock pumping my whore pussy." "Again." "I like your cock pumping my whore pussy!" "What are you?" "A whore" "Whose whore?" "Yours!!!" I scream as my cunt grips hold of your thrusting dick, clamping down tight as I cum again and again. My orgasm bringing your climax too. We lie there panting. Your lips crashing down on mine and I kiss you back fervently. I'll make sure I leave the door unlocked again tonight. Surprised Bob and Tricia are a new couple in our neighbourhood. They moved in a few weeks back. They're somewhat younger than me, both being in their early twenties, but a nice enough couple. Except for one little problem. Tricia can't stand the sight of me. Not my fault, I assure you, totally not my fault. Let me tell you what happened. Shortly after they moved in Bob decided that he wanted to make some adjustments to the plumbing. Too many leaky taps and so on. It was just the sort of plumbing job that any husband could handle around the house. Put in a few new washers, put new tape on a couple of joints, tighten a few connections. Bob reserved a Saturday for it and got to work bright and early. Now I'm quite an efficient handyman and I knew Bob was going to be doing the plumbing so I told him that if he ran into any problems to give me a yell and I'd drop over and give him a hand. So he did run into a little problem and he did give me a yell. True to my word I wandered over and helped him out. It was no big deal, just a minor hitch that required two people to work on it to get it done. Seeing I was there I stayed to change a couple of washers. Bob was doing the ones in the bathroom while I was fixing the tap in the kitchen. That's when the, ah, situation arose. Bob and I are superficially similar. Both of us are rather solid men of about the same height and both with dark hair. You can see how someone expecting to see one of us in a certain situation could make a mistake. Tricia had been sleeping in. Why not? It was a Saturday morning and Bob had shut off the water so why not keep out of the road and take advantage of the situation to have a lie in? Anyone could understand that happening. Anyway, Tricia finally got up while I was working in the kitchen. She came strolling into the kitchen while I was bent over the sink and naturally assumed that I was Bob. She took a provocative pose, leaning against the kitchen door, and suggested that I might like to come back to bed for a while. I stood up and turned around and there was Tricia, sex on legs, a provocative little minx, smiling at me. She hadn't dressed after getting out of bed, just slipping on a house-coat which she hadn't bothered to do up. All her charms were on display and she had some very lovely charms. "Geez, I'd love to, Tricia," I told her, "but don't you think that Bob might object?" It was hilarious to see the way the smile froze on her face and then seemed to just fade away. Talk about surprised. "Ah, um, I thought you were Bob," she mumbled. "Nope. Tony's the name. We have met. I live just up the road. Here to give Bob a bit of a helping hand." Maybe I was little bit too obvious about appreciating the scenery. I could see when the shocked realisation hit her that she was standing there effectively naked, giving me one hell of a free peep show. She gave a startled squawk, frantically snatched the house-coat closed, and bolted. Bob came out to see what the noise was. "Just Tricia," I told him. "She didn't know I was here and got a bit of a shock." "Ah," he said, nodding. "Yeah, I didn't tell her you were helping. No worries, mate. She'll be right." I didn't mention her state of dress and I strongly suspect that Tricia didn't either. But since that time she's tended to look daggers at me whenever she sees me. Not fair, in my opinion. After all, like I said, it wasn't my fault. As I got to know Bob and Tricia it quickly became apparent that Bob and I were never going to be close friends. We were just too different and we settled very quickly into the role of neighbours and acquaintances, each going out own way. That was how things stood when I ran into Bob in an unfortunate situation. I'd been down to the pub, had a couple of beers, and played some pool. I'd noticed Bob at the bar when I got a drink but apart from nodding to him we didn't get together. I left the pub and I was still sober, not having to worry about cops with breathalysers. I reached my car and by a coincidence Bob was parked just a few spots over and he was trying to get in his car. I say trying as he seemed to be having trouble making the car stay still so he could put the key in the lock. I walked over and watched him for a moment and quickly came to the conclusion that he wouldn't have to worry about a breathalyser. If he tried to blow into one he'd probably pass out. There were a couple of subtle signs that gave him away. The first and most obvious was the way he was hanging onto the car while trying to get the key in the lock. The second was the fact that he had a remote unlock on his key and had pushed it, several times. The trouble was that with some cars, if you don't open a door after you've used the remote unlock, they relock themselves after about twenty seconds. Bob was too pissed to get the door open in the time frame and it kept relocking on him. There was no way I could let him drive home in that condition. Self-preservation for a start. He'd be driving in the same area that I'd be driving in and any accident he had could easily include me. I cursed to myself and decided to run him home. "Say, Bob, it looks like you've got a defective key there," I told him. "Why don't I run you home and you can get someone to check the key in the morning?" He looked at me and then looked at his key and nodded. "The key. Knew it was the key," he mumbled. "Yeah, I guess I'd better get a lift." I steered him over to my car and eased him in. He promptly passed out. That was OK. As long as he stayed passed out and didn't wake up and throw up I'd be satisfied. It didn't take long for me to reach his place. I hoicked him out of the car and half dragged, half carried him to the front door and rang the bell. Tricia answered and gave us both a dirty look. "I'd better bring him in," I told Tricia. "Where do you want him put?" Tight-lipped, she stalked back into the house with me following behind. She opened a door and silently pointed to the bed in the room. A single bed, I noticed. Bob was sleeping in the spare room tonight. One step above being outside in the doghouse I guess. I dumped Bob on the bed and left the room. Tricia was standing there, waiting for me, looking furious. "Hey, don't blame me," I said. "I just brought him home. Figured it was safer than letting him drive." I was looking her over as I spoke and couldn't help smiling. She had on a wrap-around house-dress, fastened by a tie-belt. The reason for the smile was that it was the same dress that she'd nearly been wearing in the kitchen that time. Tricia seemed a little incensed at the fact that I was smiling, or perhaps because I was letting my eyes wander and she remembered what I'd seen. "If you had any decency you wouldn't have let him get into that condition in the first place," she snapped. "In that first place is the fact that Bob's an adult and able to make his own choices," I pointed out. "In second place, I wasn't at the pub with him and had no way of monitoring his intake. Sorry, love, but this isn't my fault, either." Perhaps I shouldn't have added that last word. "What do you mean, either?" "Just that it wasn't my fault that you decided to flash me in the kitchen," I said in an innocent tone. "It was your choice so I don't see why you should blame me for it." "I did not flash you," Tricia said, enunciating each word slowly and clearly. "It just seems to me that unfortunate things happen around you." "Beg to differ," I murmured. "You did indeed flash me and I didn't consider it unfortunate. As a matter of fact I thought it a stroke of good luck. Same dress as you've currently got on." If looks could kill, etcetera, etcetera. She nodded towards the front door. "You'll want to be getting home. Don't let me delay you," she said. Maybe that beer I'd had had lowered my inhibitions. There had to be some logical reason for what I did next. "I can't help wondering if you're wearing the same things under that dress as last time. If you'll excuse me for a moment?" I reached out and tugged at the bow of the tie-belt. It promptly undid and came loose. Just like that I was holding the belt and the gown was gaping open, revealing that she did indeed have on the same as last time - nothing. She had guts, I have to admit. Instead of squealing and snatching the robe closed she just grandly ignored it, holding out her hand. "My belt, please," she said. I could sense the icicles dripping from her words. As I said, it was a tie-belt, just a long strip of material, really. Her hand was right there in front of me and I dropped the tie-belt over her wrist and with a quick twist I'd looped the belt around her wrist. Naturally enough she snatched her hand back but that was fine by me. That's what I wanted. I moved towards her at the same time, catching her arm and pushing it behind her back. It only took me a moment to loop the belt around both her wrists. She was swearing at me and I was laughing at her. Holding the belt with one hand, which stopped her pulling her hands free, I used my free hand to brush the house gown off her shoulders, letting it slither down her arms. Then I leaned back and admired her. I lightly pressed one nipple and then the other, seeing them coming to life under my touch. Then I slid my hand down and ran it lightly over her mons, feeling her twist about as my hand moved over her. Damned if I could tell if she was trying to pull away from or push up against my hand. Moving slowly I undid my trousers, letting them drop to reveal my erection. Damn right I had an erection. It had snapped into being as soon as her dress parted and revealed her lack of underwear. "I," I said to her, "am going to lift you up and impale you on my cock." "You wouldn't dare," she said, speaking just as softly as I was. "I most certainly would," I contradicted her, while sliding both my hands around her and cupping her bottom. "There is only one way you can prevent this." "And what is that?" "Ask me not to." I was now fondling her bottom quite blatantly, my hands roaming over it, sliding around the curve and pressing at the soft flesh between her legs. Tricia was breathing harder and glaring at me. "I am not asking you for a damn thing. You won't dare try to do it." About that stage her house-coat slithered to the floor. This meant that her hands had come loose from the tie-belt, even if they did stay tucked behind her. I tightened my grip on her bottom pulling her closer so she could feel my erection pressing against her. I also eased her back so her back was brushing the wall. Hands firmly cupping her cheeks I lifted, sliding her against me, the wall preventing her from falling back. I lifted her higher than required, and by required I meant a height that would allow her to slide down onto my cock. I'm quite strong, strong enough to lift her until her breasts were in front of my face. I leaned my face into her breasts, rubbing myself against them, knowing she was feeling the rasp of my stubble against her softness. Finding a nipple under my lips I bit it lightly and then soothed it with my tongue. I pressed a knee forward, making sure her legs were parted. Finally I started lowering her. "If you want me to stop now's the time to say so," I pointed out. Very much the time to say so. I could feel the tip of my cock brushing against her lips. If she didn't speak up she would find herself sliding down a slippery slope. Maybe I should say she'd find me sliding up a slippery slope. She certainly wasn't going to ask me for any favours. She kept her mouth firmly closed. That didn't stop another pair of lips from opening as I slipped into her. I took my time, easing her down, letting my erection slowly creep up into her, making its way deep inside her. Holding her pinned against the wall, held in place by my cock, I reached down for her legs, sliding my hands behind her knees and lifting. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Putting your legs around my waist," I explained, bringing them up and feeling them wrap around me. With her legs around me to help support her I moved my hands up and around her back, holding her against me. Then I turned and walked down the hallway, carrying her straddling me. That was my intention, anyway. What actually happened was that I damn near tripped over. My trousers were bunched around my ankles, preventing me going anywhere. I kicked at them shaking my legs in an effort to get rid of them. Not helped by the fact that Tricia caught on to my predicament and started giggling. Damn it. She was supposed to be asking for mercy, not laughing at me. I got one leg free and that was sufficient for my purposes. This time I walked down the hallway, carrying her along on my cock. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" she demanded. "To find a nice carpet to lay you on," I told her. "I perform a lot better lying down." What I was really trying to do was stall for a bit of time. I was in a quandary. I'd really expected her to ask me not to do this, or at least tell me not to. But she hadn't and it was slowly dawning on me that she had no intention of doing so. If I did back off and withdraw she'd laugh herself sick. If I didn't I was going to have to fuck her rotten. Option two was always good, I decided. I moved into the front room. Although the house generally had polished floorboards there was a nice plush rug in the front room. I nudged the coffee table off it with one foot and then knelt, tilting her until her back was leaning on the carpet. I settled down on top of her and started taking her. Hard. She'd had ample time to get used to my cock inside her. Now she would have a chance to see just what it could do. Pulling back I drove in hard, while she gasped and pushed up to take me, legs flexing and pulling me in. That was the starting gun for me and I laboured hard to run the race. Not that it was going to be a sprint, more like a decent mile, which meant I had to pace myself to last the distance. I set a fast pace, enjoying the friction between us, enjoying my dominance of this woman and her disapproval. She was putting as much into it as I was, gasping with the effort, being ridden hard and staying with her rider all the way. Oddly enough, the entire time we were entangled she managed not to say a word. Possibly she was afraid that anything she said might be taken as a sign of approval. That's not to say she was silent, with sundry gasps and other noises coming quite regularly, especially whenever I gave a slightly harder thrust. I might have been somewhat older than her but I had the stamina required to deal with her. I took her relentlessly, sensing the excitement building within her. (And within me - I was ready to explode.) At the end I just couldn't hold back any longer. I drove in hard and fast, surrendering to my need while hoping that I'd done enough to finish Tricia off. I blew my load, feeling all the built up tensions in me relax, draining out of me with my seed. The biggest tension, wondering if I'd done enough, vanished with a scream. Hers, not mine, as she climaxed rather hard, her whole body shaking with it. Afterwards we were both just lying on the floor, breathing hard. Tricia finally turned to look at me. (Glare at me, actually, which was as expected.) "How dare you do that?" she demanded. I wasn't taking that lying down. "How dare you not ask me to stop?" I demanded in return. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," she stated, sounding triumphant. "OK," I conceded. "In that case I guess you won that round." I'm a big man. I can acknowledge when someone has got the better of me. I also didn't mind losses like that. I wondered if I could get a few more contests with her.