0 comments/ 25909 views/ 3 favorites The Salesman By: badlittleboy "Have a seat Mr. Raye, I'll be with you in a minute," ordered Hannah Stern, as she finished up a telephone conversation! "Now," she asked while putting down the phone, "how may I help you, Mr. Raye!?!" Winston Raye had made thousands of sales calls in his day, but for the first time, his tongue was literally tied as he stared at Hannah Stern's incredible body!! "Mr. Raye," she said impatiently, "I'm a busy woman, can you please get to the point of your visit!!" "Uh, yeah, sure," he stumbled, "I represent the Cool Image Lingerie Company, and I' like to show you what we have to offer, and of course, if you're impressed with our products, we hope that you would carry them in all your stores!!" "Mr. Raye," she replied, "we already have three other lines that take up too much shelf space as it is, how on earth do you think we can take on a fourth!?!" "I don't," he replied quickly, "I think that after you see how competitive our pricing structure is that you'll drop your least profitable line and pick up ours!!" "Well since you're here," she replied, "it wouldn't hurt to take a look!!" "So these are your bra and panty sets," she asked, while feeling the material with a practiced hand!?! "Yes," he answered quickly, and we can give you these a fifty two cents a set less than any of our competitors!!" "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, while showing more interest, "how long would that rate hold!?!" "Two year guarantee," he responded, "that's at least a year better than anyone else will give you!!" "She stood up and stretched, which only accentuated her huge bust, and again practically knocked the wind out of Winston's lungs just looking at her!! "Your samples all seem to be in smaller sizes," she opined, "nothing in that you've shown me would even come close to fitting someone like me!!" "That's no problem at all," he replied in a shaky voice, "of course we handle all the regular sizes, and of course we have our matronly line for the fuller figured woman!!" "How long have you been in the business, Mr. Raye," she asked?!? "About fifteen years, give or take a year," he replied proudly!! "And you would consider yourself and expert on women's lingerie," she went on?!? "Yes I would," he replied, "I think I know the market, and I certainly know my product!!" "In that case," she went on, "what size bra do you think I wear, just form your visual observation!?!" He was a little taken aback at such a personal question, but realizing that this was some sort of test he dove right in and replied, "Well, you would need one of our larger models for the bra, and a regular size for the panties, and by the way your customers can always mix and match their panties and bras separately, just as you would have to!!" "Always the salesman," she said with a laugh, "now back to my original question, what size am I!?!" "May I have a closer look," he asked, "I'm a little far away to make an accurate estimate!?!" "In that case," she replied as she stepped around to the front of her desk until she was almost touching him, "is that better, Mr. Raye!?!" He gulped once or twice, and then in a very unsteady voice said, "Uh, I-I'd say that you were a double d-cup, and probably about forty inches on the chest measurement!!" "Very good, Mr. Raye," she said smoothly, "you get a gold star, you really do know your lingerie!!" "Now," she continued, "what is the largest size you have in you case!?!" "Let me see," he replied while going through his inventory, "I have one forty d-cup, in the black lace!!" "That's close enough," she said casually, "I never buy anything unless I test it for myself!!" He handed her the garment and waited for her to get up and leave the room to change, but to his utter disbelief, she calmly took off her blouse and removed her white satin bra as if he wasn't even there!! He tried to keep quiet and act nonchalant, but as her huge mammaies fell into view, he made a a loud audible gasp at he sight of her incredible melons!! "Mr. Raye," she admonished, "I'd like to think you've seen lingerie models before!!" "I-I have," he barely croaked, "you just surprised me that's all!!" "How would I measure up to the other models you've seen," she asked seriously!?! He didn't even have to lie, when he replied, "I've never seen anyone who could hold a candle to you, you really do the product justice!!" "Why thank you, Mr. Raye," she said gratefully, "so, how do I look!?!" Winston just stared at the bounteous display of feminine pulchritude, and stammered, "If we could put a cardboard cutout of you dressed in one of our bras by each of our displays, we'd sell out in an hour!!" She laughed a high lilting laugh that only made Winston break out in a cold sweat when she asked, "Can you see my nipples in the cups, I think this model is designed to show through!?!" He swallowed hard and replied, "Y-yes, you can plainly see them!!" "Oh my," she said as a shiver went through her, "they just got all hard, I'm so embarrassed!!" "Don't be," he shot back quickly, "they look very sexy that way, all hard and everything!!" "Thanks," she replied, and then asked, "do you think I should try on the matching panties!?!" It only took him three seconds to find the matching panties, and much to his sheer delight, she stripped off her skirt and pantyhose leaving her totally naked below her waist!! This was too much, the tent in the front of his pants was a dead giveaway, he had a hardon the size of the Washington Monument!! Oblivious to this fact, she slipped into the sheer black undies and posed provocatively for him, with her huge breast spilling out over the top of her bra, and her dark brown pubic hair, easily visible through the transparent fabric covering her pussy!! "Well, how do I look," she asked while posing with her hands on her hips!?! He tried to answer, but no words came out of his mouth, but it didn't matter, because it was at that instant she said softly, "Winston, you seem to be having a problem inside of your trousers!!" Now totally embarrassed, he stammered, "I-I'm very sorry, Mz. Stern, it's just that, well, you see, it's like this, you're all dressed in those things, and............" The cutting him off she said, "You mean that little ole me did that to you just because I'm wearing a simple bra and panties!?!" By now he was growing delirious, and all he could do was nod, while his stare shifted from her huge chest down to her bushy crotch!! "Do you know what I think," she asked softly, "I think you had better let that cock out before you hurt yourself, don't you!?!" In all his years of sales calls, this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him, and unbelievably, it was with one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on!! Seeing that he was in such distress that he was temporarily frozen, Hannah Stern unzipped his fly and extracted his now fully erect penis!! "Oh, Winston," she gushed, "you have such a nice erection, and to think that I'm the cause of it all, I'm so sorry!!" "S-sorry," he was able to stammer, "you're crazy, I should be on my hands and knees thanking you!!" "Really," she said innocently, "and what would you do for me if you were in front of me on your hands and knees, please, show me!!" With gentle pressure, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the floor in front of her, where without even a warning, she pulled his face to her satin covered vagina and said softly, "Okay, Mr. Winston Raye, suck my pussy!!" The aroma of freshly aroused pussy was more than merely exciting, it was completely intoxicating as Winston's nostrils flared while trying to inhale as much of the scent as possible!! "Winston," she said sweetly, "can you eat me through my panties, they're so thin that I'm sure you can make me cum that way, don't you!?!" His mother had always taught him not to talk when his mouth was full, and besides, he considered it to be a rhetorical question as his tongue poked hard against the satin front of her panties!! "Ooooooooooooo," she moaned when his tongue found the tip of her clit hidden deep inside the forest of brown pubic hair, "you have such a nice mouth, Winston, you really know how to make a girl feel special!!" He kept working her clit, but found it frustrating to work against the thin layer of material that separated his mouth from its target, so without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and bored in hard on her now fully available clitoris!! "Oh, yes," she moaned, "do it harder, do it for mama, make her have a nice hard orgasm, she needs it so bad, make her cum hard!!" That voice, it was like the angels speaking, so lilting, and so incredibly sexy, that it was all he could do to keep form blowing his nut right then and there, but somehow he controlled his pecker, and yet skillfully brought Hannah Stern to a cunt wrenching climax with his over active tongue!! Her legs, already unsteady do to her climax, slowly gave away as she slid to the floor while whispering grateful thank yous, she then adding, "Now it's my turn," while taking his erection into her warm mouth a delicately running her tongue all around his velvety head!! As his nut sack began to tighten, he pinched himself in the leg just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he wasn't, and the proof soon was filling Hannah Stern's mouth, as blast after blast slammed against the back of her throat!! As they lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, Hannah Stern asked, "So, Mr. Raye, how long does it take for delivery!?!" Now quickly regaining his senses he replied, "About two weeks, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop by every month just to make sure everything is running smoothly, don't you think!?!" "Nope," she replied quickly, "I was thinking more along the lines of twice a month!!" The Salesman It was one of those mornings where I just couldn't be bothered, with anything. My day off had so far been spent on the usual mundane housework. I guess my enthusiasm showed in the way, I hurried up polishing the window. I stood on tip toes at the window rubbing hard at the top, where some stupid mark would come off, my belly showing to the world where my t-shirt ended and my jeans began. My growing hair was flopping all over my face, and it was when I stopped to push back my fringe when I noticed him walking down the garden path. Oh typical, I thought, a Jehovah's Witness that's all I need. Jumping down from the chair, I walked from the lounge to answer the door. I opened the door, and as I looked at him he lifted his head from the brief case and smiled. I don't remember too many specific details from that moment on. Something about, selling. Never to be repeated offer, would I like to see some leaflets? You know the stuff all the riff you politely nod about before you shut the door in their face. Looking at his the ID tag on his smart crisp suit, I found myself opening the door wider, as I tidied my hair, and invited him in. "Looks it cold ...Curt. Won't you come in and tell me about it." He smiled, wiped his feet and walked in. Looking down at my two daft mutts, wagging their tails hopelessly, tongues lolling. I thought...huh look at us 3 silly bitches, we're all sat drooling and waggling our tail ends at the guy! Pushing the dogs out of his way, I led him to the lounge. Sitting there mesmerized, the whole thing happened, slow motion…oh painful, he talked in an animated fashion, I almost believed the sales pitch, the man was art in motion, everything down to the cheeky wink and grin. I found myself squirming and wiggling in my seat, flushing, I realised I was turned on by him. Leaning forward in my chair, I sat and watched the curve of his lip as he talked, and imagined kissing it, taking it in my mouth and sucking and nibbling. Seeing the strong neck as he turned for another leaflet in his briefcase, I wanted to run my tongue over it, softly blowing at his ear. "… and this week we will also include a free trip to Mars" he stopped and looked at me, "Look lady, you haven't listened to a word I have said." I shook my head, and snapped out of it, blustering I tried to talk my way out of it. Then he began to laugh, leaning forward he reached out and touched my lips with one finger, motioning me to be quiet, his eyes suddenly serious. His finger ran from my lips, down my chin, throat and onto my chest, where it trailed off into the v-neck of my shirt touching gently at where my breasts began. My heart was beating so fast, as he stood and removed his jacket, and knelt before me. A soft smile spread on his face as he kissed my ever so softly. I should have said no, stood up and pushed him away, but I couldn't, I responded as his kiss grew hungrier, my arms coming up and wrapping around him. I looked over to my windows as he kissed at my neck, I tried to stand up and go to shut the drapes at my large bay windows. But someone might see. He silenced me once more with a kiss. Pulling me up Curt raised my arms and pulled my t-shirt from me, his hands came down and caressed so gently at my breasts pushing up against the cups of my bra, expertly he reached around me, loosening them from their restraints. Standing there my nipples hardening in the cool air, he almost moaned as his lips moved down and began to play with my breasts, taking each nipple in turn he sucked and nibbled, delighting in the size of them, his head pushing against their size, I felt cherished, and my body shivered in anticipation. My hands ruffled at his hair, as I stood their shamelessly in front of the window, my tits their for all the world to see as this gorgeous Curt, suckled at me in an obvious enchanted state. I groaned as he rose and started to loosen and undo my jeans, pulling them down over my hips, he knelt once more and helped me step from them, and as he pulled his hands to remove my panties, his kisses followed their path. A kiss on my stomach, a kiss on my neatly trimmed soft down, and a trail of kisses down my legs finishing at my feet as he pulled the panties away. Well. There was I, totally naked not a care in the world, stood in my own lounge the windows open for all to see and I didn't care. He nuzzled into my groin and kissed me there, softly blowing at the soft blonde hair. My knees trembled and I felt faint, a groan escaped my lips as his hand slipped up between my thighs and touched me there, I felt a finger slip into the moist folds and tease at my clit. Removing his finger, he looked up at me, and placing the finger to his lips he licked at my wetness on his fingers. I came down to Curt's level and began to kiss him hungrily, hurriedly undoing his tie and shirt, tossing them to one side. Then his trousers, slipping them over his hips and his pants, laying him back so that I could pull them from him. My god he lay there his back on the soft Persian rug, and he looked even better than he did with clothes on, I began hungrily kissing every part of him from his ankles, along each thigh, teasingly at his hardening cock, and back up to his face, as I met him back up there, he held me in his arms and kissed me with a passion and eagerness that excited me so much, purrs and moans escaped me as he led me to a peak, purely from his kissing, I felt my body shudder as a small orgasm rocked through me. Seeing this reaction seemed to heighten Curt's drive, he sat me up and then made me kneel, my face snuggled onto a cushion thrown on the floor, my behind up in the air, he parted my legs slightly, and licked and probed at me with his tongue, driving me wild as he fingered me whilst sucking and teasing at my clit, his tongue flicking at me which put me in a frenzy. "Oh sweet man, fuck me!" I begged him; he just chuckled and continued to tease at me, driving me harder and harder into an orgasm. I felt the heat of his smooth cock push at me, I smiled hoping he would thrust into me and take me so hard, I felt him enter me so slowly his width stretching me, pushing back against him, I forced myself onto his length, oh the bliss, it was magical and felt so right. Enjoying the moment so much I didn't realise at first that as he withdrew just as slowly that he didn't re-enter me. Walking round to the front of me, he stood there his hard throbbing member glistening with my juice, cupping the back of my head and gripping my hair slightly he pulled me up to meet it. He was so masterful yet gentle, as he moved his cock to my mouth. Grinning down at me, he whispered firmly "Suck," and I did as he told me. What sweet meat he was, this total stranger whose only name I knew was Curt, and yet here was I nestling his firmness on my tongue as I lick my own juice from him, sucking in hunger at him, my hands reaching up and caressing his seed filled balls, I started to take him deeper and deeper back, relaxing my throat until his glans almost choked me, breathing deep through my nose, I carried on the sucking motion, swallowing nothing but him, the action gripping at him. His back titled back and he thrust into me, his hips pushing his cock right in until they began a rhythmical fucking of my mouth. Pushing away slightly as I tasted the first dewy drops of his pre-cum, I licked at the salty fluid, washing the taste through my mouth. I looked up for approval, his hand pushed me back to it's place, and I started to relish him as I should, long slow sucks and licks, my mouth wrapping round him, my lips tightening as I sucked, pulling along the length of him, I moaned over him as I felt him grabbing my hair in pleasure. I felt such a slut, so nasty, but I loved it, I continued to treat that wonderful man meat as if it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted and oh it was. Pulling at my hair once more he pulled me away from him and guided me up to him, I reached up and kissed him, and still holding my head in his hand he kissed me deeply once more. His mouth moved to my neck, biting and nibbling and then sucking, a painful suck and I just knew I would bruise; laughing inside as I knew I would have a love bite, my nails ground into his back. Curt then lifted me up, his arms and hands holding my bottom and he thrust his cock hard into me, the fluidity of his movement were unbelievable as he held me and thrust at me. My legs wrapped around his waist and I held on tight, my head flopping back in joy, he sat down on the chair behind him, and I bucked and rode him like I had never done in my life. My bodies weight pushing me deep unto him, my pussy clenching as tight as I could, I rode and rode until, I knew he was ready to come and I let go at the moment losing myself completely, fucking him as hard as I could, we both moaned loud as we climaxed together. I felt his hot seed rush into me and fill me, and run from me onto his lap. Holding him tight I lay against him breathing deeply together, out bodies hot and wet from the lovemaking. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then lifting me from him onto the floor, he started to dress; I sat there with my knees huddled to my chest, my arms wrapped around them. With a slow wink, he smiled at me, "Well, I think I need to come back next week and explain this all some more to you." With that he walked to the door, grabbing his briefcase, he turned " I best see myself out" Hearing the door shut, I flopped back on the floor and wished that a particular salesman would return each week. The Salesman Ah, the life of a Salesman. When not on an airplane or in a car, I can most likely be found in a manufacturing plant pushing my wares or passing the time in a hotel room. This glamorous career of mine his driven away three wives, thankfully no children have been involved. After my third divorce I promised myself not to get married again until I stopped traveling or retired. About a month ago I spent some time in the Chicago area. I had been there more times than I care to remember. After the first few visits I found a nice, centrally located hotel, not having to pack up and change hotels during a visit is always a treat. I landed in O’Hare just after 11:00pm, finally walked into my hotel room at nearly 1:00am. After hanging up my suits, unpacking my bag, filling in the room service breakfast card, and setting a wake-up call, I groggily undressed and pulled on my short white nightgown and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. It was my third wife who introduced me to women’s sleepwear. On my first night back after a particularly long trip overseas, my wife pampered me through the evening. The jetlag was wearing on me, and I know she noticed. So early in the evening, she drew a hot bath for me and set candles around the rim of the tub. I soaked for a short time and decided to get out before I fell asleep and drowned. After drying off I went to find my pajamas. My wife had unpacked my suitcase, of course my p.j.’s were in the middle of the wash cycle. She happened into the room just then and realized what had happened and knowing that is the only pair I own, she pulled one of her clean nightgowns from a drawer and apologized unnecessarily. Being too tired to care, I pulled it on and fell onto the bed. A ‘tent’ soon appeared under the gown which had required no external coaxing. The smooth feeling of the silky material did something to me. My cock became harder then it had been in a long time. Needless to say I found the energy to make love to her which turned out to be the best sex in our marriage. I have slept in nothing except nightgowns since that night and have accumulated a nice collection of different colors and materials. Startled from my sleep by a knock on the door, breakfast already? Glancing to the digital clock on the night table, it read 5:30am. Not surprised my wake-up call didn’t occur, I scrambled out of bed and shouted through the door, “Room Service?” “Breakfast is served.” A feminine voice replied. “Just leave it there, thanks.” Tip-toeing to the door, I waited until the sound of the foot-steps had faded and the hallway was silent. Then cracked the door open, no one in sight, I opened the door a bit more, bent down and grabbed my breakfast of oatmeal, orange juice and coffee. I heard a giggle from the far end of the hall by the elevators. Slowly turning my head I saw a young lady of Latin descent in her early twenties, dressed in the standard room service uniform, covering her mouth and giggling at the sight she was seeing. She hand long dark hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head. She couldn’t have been more than an inch over five feet, and I would be surprised if her weight was in triple digits. I would probably laugh if I were in her position, a guy in his mid-forties, of medium height and weight, just having gotten out of bed, wearing only a dark green nightie with spaghetti straps that ended at mid-thigh, bending over in the hall picking up his breakfast. Yes, I would be laughing my ass off if I stood where she was standing, but I wasn’t. I did the only thing that I could do, I picked up the tray, smiled at her and shouted thank you down the hall, quickly ducked back into my room before she could offer a reply. Having missed my wake-up call, I didn’t have time to dwell on what had happened, rushing around the room getting ready for the day ahead. Just before leaving the room, I reviewed my schedule, grabbed my briefcase and car keys and walked out the door. The day was uneventful and passed by quickly, I avoided making dinner plans, looking forward to room service and the book I was in the middle of. The lack of sleep was catching up with me and I needed to call this an early night. I arrived back in my room and called room service, as I pressed the button on the phone I remembered my encounter earlier that same day. Quickly shoving the memory from my mind I ordered dinner as I scanned the channels for the news. The man who took my order said it would be up in 30 minutes. And having stayed here before I knew 30 minutes meant 30 minutes. Giving up on the news, I took off my suit and hung it up in the closet, changing into my denim shorts and t-shirt which was much more appropriate attire for Chicago in July. My dinner arrived right on time, I welcomed the young man into my room as I went to find a tip. He set the tray down on a small table and stood near the bed waiting for me. I turned to face him with a five dollar bill in hand, to find him flipping the pillow over on my bed. Under the pillow was my nightgown, it looked as if it were washed and pressed. “What…” was all I could manage to say. “Leslie, the girl who brought you your breakfast couldn’t help but tell a few people about the “man” in 515. The cleaning crew found your nightie on the floor and decided to clean it up for you.” this was said in a very commanding and condescending tone. “You should be more careful about where you leave your things.” “What do you want?” getting scared at this point, this guy stood 4 inches taller and out weighed me by at least 40 pounds and all of it appeared to be muscle. His light brown hair was cut short and his bright blue eyes looked tense. “Well, I have been wondering what you would look like it this thing.” He said as he looked at the gown hanging from his fingertip, “Put it on.” And he tossed it to me. “You have got to be kidding! No way am I going to let you see me in this! What are you a fag?” I shouted at him taking a step toward him, all the while hoping to intimidate him. My bravery was soon shattered when his open palm came out of no where and struck my cheek. I feel to the floor and felt the entire side of my face become very warm. In a very firm voice he demanded, “Put the fucking thing on or do you want to get slapped around some more?” Grabbing the gown and standing up while cupping my cheek, quickly considering my options, there weren’t many: #1-make a break for the door, he would surely catch me, #2-put up a fight, he would surely beat me to a pulp, #3-put the gown on and see what happens. It seemed to be the least appealing to my ego, but I said “Okay, I’ll put it on, just chill out. There is no need to get violent.” He stood there with his arms crossed on his chest and nodded his head. Then starting toward the bathroom, he led the way and stood in front of the door to the hall. I closed and locked the door, scanning the room for a phone, nothing! Dammit! Why didn’t I spend the extra twenty bucks for a room at the Hilton across the street? I heard the lock click and the door opened a crack, “Locking the door won’t stop this. Remember I work here.” He taunted me with these words. I slowly disrobed, leaving my underpants on, and pulled on the nightgown. “Okay, it’s on.” I said fearful of what was to come. “Naked under it?” he asked Reaching down and sliding off my underpants “Yes”. “Then get out here.” I opened the door, where had he gone? Stepping into the small area between the door to the hall and the room, I momentarily considered running out into the hall screaming for help. Looking into the mirror, that idea quickly faded away. I walked into the room to find him sitting on the chair by the desk. “Nice. Turn around let me see you.” He said while standing up and raising his hand, drawing circles with his index finger. I turned around slowly, when I faced directly away from him, I heard a zipper. A chill shot up my spine. What was this guy going to do to me? Continuing my turn, sheepishly raising my face to see him kicking off his shoes, his pants unbuttoned and zipped, a large bulge pushing the limits of his white cotton underpants. “What? Were you expecting to tease me like a slut and then have me leave like this?” he said in a firm tone while grabbing his bulge. Now I had never had a homosexual feeling in my life up to that point. But something about the position I found myself in made me reconsider my stance on all things sexual. My night gown was showing the tell-tale signs of my own arousal. All of the sudden, the foreign thought of a cock in my mouth didn’t sound too bad. And besides, what choice did I have? What the hell was I thinking? This guy was going to rape me! “I guess not.” lowering my head, trying to sort out my feelings. “Well I think you better get over here and take care of this before I bitch slap you again.” He commanded while dropping his pants and underwear, kicking them to a corner in the room. Making my decision, I would do whatever the hell this guy wanted. Who would ever know anyway? I was a thousand miles from home, this would be just like any of the many flings I had had with various women over the years, only with a man. God, what have I gotten myself into I thought to myself. Taking my first step on my way to him, what would this make me? A bi-sexual? Another step, just get it over with and he’ll leave, I can change hotels in the morning and no one will ever know. Finally the last step, I was standing right in front of him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed downward, I knew where this was going. On my knees in front of him, his cock almost touching my nose. Outside of the gym, this was the first cock I had ever seen. It was several inches longer than mine, but the girth was pretty close to my own. His balls hung low in their hairy sack and swayed and he shifted his weight, getting impatient I’m sure. Almost gently he placed his hands on the back of my head and nudged me closer. The head of his semi-hard cock bumped my lips. “Do it… now. And one more thing, if you bite, I’ll kill you.” The words were echoing in my mind as I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips. It tasted of sweat and skin. Licking the underside, I felt it grow a little on my tongue. This isn’t so bad, in my mind I put it in the perspective of eating an external pussy. It worked, I found the more enthusiastic I was the more he got into it. The sooner he came, the sooner this would all be over with. Using some of the tricks my second wife used on me, she was a great cock sucker. I started bobbing up and down on his cock, coating it with my saliva, keeping pressure on the underside with my tongue, making it slippery. Increasing the speed at which I traveled along his tool, until I felt him push back into my mouth. His hands were still behind my head, they were just following my movements. I guess I got a little too into it at this point, I tried to take too much into my mouth and wound up gagging, having to pull off completely to catch my breath. “That’s enough of that.” He said as he grabbed a handful of my hair, and in one swift movement, pulled me to my feet and pushed me onto the bed. Quickly grabbing my hair once again and pulling my head off the foot of the bed. Panic came over me, I tried to sit up to run away. He pushed me down and held me in place with a hand on my chest. Squatting down, he lowered his ball sack onto my nose. “Lick ‘em boy. And remember what I said about your teeth.” As the word “teeth” was said, his free hand grabbed my erection. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the head of my cock. Just as the pain hit my mind, he pulled his thumb away but kept a firm grip on my cock. I raised my head, his sack spread across the arch of my nose and my eyes were within millimeters of his ass. I stuck out my tongue and licked his ball sack from cock to bottom. The taste of sweat was much stronger here. There was something else to it, he tasted like what I imagined a man to taste like. I repeated this over and over until he tired of this too. He slid himself forward until his ass was on my mouth. I struggled again at this point, no way was I going to lick somebody’s ass! He dropped his weight onto my chin and pinched my cock head again, harder this time. My back arched, trying to get away from his grasp. I screamed, but his ass was nearly suffocating me, not a sound made it out. He released his thumb and lifted himself up. “Lick it, NOW!” lightly pinching my cock head again, a warning of what was to come if I didn’t comply. My entire body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration. The head of my cock was throbbing trying to recover from the abuse he had inflicted upon it. And in my gut, I felt the beginning of what I was sure was going to be a very powerful orgasm. Sticking out my tongue, the very tip of it made contact with his hairy asshole. I bumped his tight muscle with my tongue, not sure what the hell he expected me to do. “I said LICK it, not play with it.” Quickly pinching once again. Flinching from the pain then sticking out my tongue as far as it would go, lapping at the crevice between his butt cheeks. I felt like a dog at a bowl full of water. The taste and smell of shit assaulting my senses. Not stopping for a second, feeling his hand wrapped around my cock. His other hand had eased up on my chest and was lightly pinching my nipples. Once they were hard and poking up against my gown, he started flicking them with his finger. It didn’t hurt at all, actually it felt kinda good. Dragging his ass off of my face and dropping to his knees, one of his hands grabbed my forehead and pushed it back against the bed. Two fingers from his other hand were stuffed into my mouth, he pried my mouth open as wide as it would go. My body thrashed on the bed as I feared he would break my jaw. He positioned his saliva covered cock in front of my mouth and rammed it in. All I saw was his ball sack flying right at my eyes. Even more of his cock went in this time than before. After withdrawing, allowing me to gasp for air he stated, “You’re a cock sucker now. You aren’t even fighting it. Your cock is hard, hell you are enjoying this! Just relax slut, I am about to face fuck you… just relax.” Without hesitating he drove his cock deep into my throat, his balls slapped against my forehead. Every muscle in my body tensed and I thought I was going to pass out. He quickly pulled out until only the head was between my teeth. For a split second I considered biting the head off, I was too slow, he wedged open my mouth with his hand and thrust forward, his cock was deep in my throat before I could react. Being in that deep, with his balls resting against my nose, I was in danger of suffocating. Pulling out quickly, letting me gasp for air, then opening me up and driving it in again. I must have lost consciousness at some point. Completely blacking out, until I felt my own orgasm quickly approaching. My head cleared and I opened my eyes, he was still fucking my mouth, his ball sack slapping against my face faster than ever before, my body grabbing quick bursts of air when he pulled out. The most apparent feeling was his throbbing cock sliding along my tongue and into my throat then back out to be repeated again and again and again. The odd thing was the pain and fear had left my body. My mind cleared a bit more and I felt my very hard cock being jacked off. Concentrating I located both of his hand still on my head. Following my arms, I found it was me! Oh my god! I was jacking off while this psycho orally raped me! I was enjoying this! Even as my mind ran wild sorting out my thoughts, my hand flew up and down my cock. Even above the wet, flesh against flesh sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my throat, I heard the wet rhythmic sounds of my own jacking off. For a reason I cannot explain, when his cock was about to be driven back into me, I sealed my lips around it and sucked as hard as I could. “Mmmmmm, that’s a good cock sucker.” He paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling, then pushed forward until he was balls deep once again. Just as his balls slapped my face, I felt my own sack tighten up, my back arched, opening my mouth as wide as I could and kept it there, I came. Not just any orgasm, this was “fireworks before your eyes” orgasm. I truly saw stars as spurt after spurt of cum splashed on my chest and stomach. Even before I recovered from my own orgasm, his cock was out of my mouth and pointing right at my face. Staring at that cock as he jacked it off, all I could do was moan. After only a few strokes, I saw his leg muscles tighten, before I could change my line of sight, a warm shot of cum stuck my chin with amazing force. He leaned forward slightly as the next blast hit my right cheek. The final load hit the bulls-eye, right in my mouth, caking on my tongue and dripping down on the roof of my mouth. The salty creamy liquid was my reward. He quickly pulled out and stood up, turning to my dinner tray, he squeezed the last few drops out into the soup I had ordered for dinner. Gathering his clothes, he sat on the chair and got dressed, checking his appearance in the mirror before turning to me and saying “Good job cock sucker. I’ll be at your door same time tomorrow. Be dressed and ready. Maybe I’ll bring a friend or two.” “Okay.” Was all I could mutter. Knowing I wouldn’t be changing hotels after all. I pointed to the five dollar bill on the floor and said “Don’t forget your tip.” The Salesman The doorbell rang and Janet opened the door and was greeted by a young guy with a holdall and a name tag on his jacket. " Hi I am Andy and I am selling personal items if you would like me to demonstrate?" the chap explained to her. Janet was intrigued and let the guy into the hallway of her home out of the cold. She then said, "come into the lounge and you can show me what you have." The young lad looked only about 18 to Janet as she looked him up and down as he passed her and walked into the lounge. " Sit down, make yourself comfortable," Janet suggested. She noticed him looking at her as she moved around the room in her housecoat. She had not long showered and was naked under the housecoat, but she did not feel threatened by this guy at all. Janet was shown various creams to reduce aging and wrinkles and then Andy showed her the erotic collection he had in his bag, such as vibrators, strap on items and all manner of harnesses and straps and DVDs. " Wow, I did not know they made these so big!" Janet exclaimed as she held up a rather large Dildo. The thing was about 12" long and was really thick and had veins standing out like mountain ranges throughout its length. She seductively smoothed her hand over the tip of it as she looked Andy in the eyes. Janet was playing with the lad now and loved the way she had him squirming in his seat on the couch. She even saw him have to adjust his trousers when she was playing with that big Dildo. " How can anyone take such a big thing inside them?" Janet asked the lad. She wanted him to blush with embarrassment and she was not disappointed. " You have to be gentle and prepare yourself well", he said in return. Janet looked at him with a smile and asked if he would show her, if they went upstairs and she turned and walked to the door. " Come along", Janet commanded and the lad, eagerly followed with his bag over his shoulder. Janet showed the lad into her bedroom. It was a beautiful room with a big bed covered in lace white sheets and pretty pillows, with white sheepskin rugs scattered around the floor. There was also a large dressing table that ran along the wall under the window, which had a very long mirror above it, which seemed to make the room look double the size. Janet sat on the bed and motioned for Andy to do the same. She watched him place his bag on the chair by the bed and sit down beside her. " What do I need to do first then Andy?" Janet asked him in an innocent voice that she thought would tease him a little and get him into this some more. She was pleased when Andy suggested she lay back and get comfortable. She smiled when he said that most women have to cum at least once first before they are wet enough to take the big one. She watch with anticipation as Andy removed the big weapon from his bag and placed it carefully on the bed next to her. " Do you have anything else in there I can use first?", Janet asked looking at the bag on the chair. Andy handed her a smaller vibrator from his bag and this one was only about 6" long and much slimmer. She held it easily in her hand and brought it to her mouth and kissed it with her bright red lipstick covered lips, making a loud kiss sound as she did so. Andy asked Janet to lie back on the bed and as she did so, she let her housecoat drape open at the bottom revealing her long shapely legs to Andy. She could see was interested in her as his eyes were all over her, undressing her in his mind as he looked her up and down. " Can you undo my buttons for me, Andy?" Janet asked him. She then watched as the young lad moved his trembling hands to her housecoat and started to fumble with the buttons. She knew she was at least 20 years older than him, but the sight of this young lean man, taking an active interest in her and her body was exciting her. She watched as one by one he worked the buttons loose and then parted her housecoat, revealing her naked body to his lustful gaze as he did so. She heard Andy wolf whistle, when the material parted and this made her feel wonderful inside. She knew that her ample breasts and neatly trimmed pussy were now on display to the lad and that he liked what he saw. She had kept her figure well and she loved getting admiring glances from guys when she wore he bikini on the beach as they eyed her curves, so she had hoped that Andy would approve. " You can touch if you like" she told Andy and he did not need to be told twice. He felt her breasts and nipples and then slid his hands over her body and down between her legs like his life depended upon it. " Slow down, I am not going anywhere and you won't get caught" Janet told him. He appeared to be acting like she was quick grope in the cinema. But he followed her instructions and was soon delicately caressing her body, giving her pleasurable feelings inside. She held his hand and pushed in between her legs, then she took his fingers and showed him what to do with her clit, brushing it gently and caressing it with her own juices from her inner lips. " Oh yesss, that's really good" Janet said as he soon caught on and became an instant expert in manipulating her most delicate erogenous zone. She could feel that she was really wet and she asked him to use the Vibrator now. The coldness of the latex head of the small vibrator nudged her lips and she felt Andy moving it up and down the lips, then over her clit and back down again getting it really wet. Then she felt it part her lips and slide into her easily. In and out, in and out it went with each trust of the vibrator she felt so good down there, a warm tingling sensation that was getting more intense all the time. She looked up at Andy's face and saw him smiling and loving what he was doing to her as she lay there below him, naked and at his mercy. Janet looked down her body, past Andy's hand that was pushing back and forth with the vibrator and over to the mirror, she could see herself and Andy on the bed and could see the vibrator as Andy pulled it out and plunged it back into her, when it disappeared from view as she took it completely. Her breathing was getting quicker and she could not hold back, as her orgasm built inside her body, she knew it would not be long and she would cum all over his hand and the vibrator. " Fuck me, fuck me harder" she screamed at Andy as the feeling went wild inside her. " Push deeper, fuck me, fuck me harder" She felt Andy speed up and pushing hard as he really fucked her pussy with the latex shaft in his hand. " YESSSSSS!!!!!" she cried as she came and her juices began to flow in her pussy. She could hear the vibrator start to make squelching sounds now as she was so wet down there. Her body was shaking and her breathing heavy as she looked at Andy and asked him to use the big boy now. " Give it to me nice and slow with that big brute Andy" she said to him as he picked up the 12" Dildo and moved it towards her hot wet pussy. She felt the weight it as Andy laid it on her belly as he parted her legs wider. Then she felt it against her mound and touching her lips as Andy got it wet on her pussy juices which were everywhere. She was eager for this, but still a little worried about its size. " Take it easy with me" she said to Andy as she looked into his eyes and held his wrist. She saw him wink and smile and he said it would be ok. She released her grasp on his wrist and he was now free to work the head of the big Dildo around her lips to lube it up. Andy asked her what she wanted " I want to feel it, I want to feel it inside me, I want you to fuck me with that huge thing" She said in return. She then felt a pressure starting against her lips. She could feel just pressure, getting harder against her delicate pussy lips. It did not feel like normal, it did not feel like any cock she had taken before, this was different. It was so big, the head was so big, almost like a fist, but more rounded. She tried to watch it in the mirror, but the bulk of if was blocking the view of her pussy. She raised up on her elbows and looked down to see the head was pushing against her and was drawing her lips inside her as they were pressed by the massive head of this cock. She smiled at Andy and watched as he pushed it harder against her. Then she felt something give a little and then some more and looking down she could see that her lips had finally parted and were stretching apart to allow this monster inside. She felt it go in an inch and her pussy was starting to open to accommodate it slowly. The feelings were intense and she knew she would cum anytime. " Oh my god, that is just so fucking big, I feel so stretched by that thing, Wow!!" Andy asked her if it was ok to go on. " Don't you dare stop, I want that thing in me" Andy continued to push. Janet came as the huge head burst through the opening of her pussy into her love tunnel beyond. " Yes, yes , I want it, I want that big bastard up me, I want to be fucked hard" she cried out at Andy. She felt the cock sliding ever deeper into her and she felt almost like she was being split apart, but it felt great. " More Andy, push it deeper, get that big dick right in me, I want its balls slapping my ass" she screamed. The big cock disappeared, inch after inch. It got tight at about 8 inches, but she moved about a bit and seemed to be able to take some more of it, then she felt it, the feeling she had been waiting for, she could feel the balls slapping her ass as Andy pushed the Dildo all the way inside her. " Oh Andy, that is great, It has so full of cock, fuck me with it Andy, fuck me now" She felt the cock withdrawing as Andy pulled it out some and then pushed it back. She was in heaven, she was being fucked by this big powerful cock, it was pumping a good 7 " in and out of her soaking wet pussy, making her cum over and over. " Fuck me harder, deeper, harder Andy" she knew she was going to cum again. She felt it building as Andy pulled the cock almost completely out of her and plunged it all the way back in. The feelings were electric as they sent shock waves through her body as she approached another orgasm. " YES, YES, i'm going to cum again, oh yesssss" Then with a final big push Andy brought her off again and her juices flooded out of her as best they could with the big dildo filling her so fully. Andy finally pulled the Dildo from her and it made a 'plop' sound as it slipped out and her pussy lips were released from their stretched position. Janet lay there exhausted on the bed, sweat on her brow and breasts and juice running from her well fucked pussy. She looked at Andy and asked him to undress. " Come and lay naked with me Andy, I want to feel a real cock now, lay behind me" Andy stripped and she watched as the young lad with his stiff boner pointing skywards got back on the bed and snuggled up behind her. " Just be gentle" she whispered She felt the young hands on her again; they began to caress her breasts and tummy. She felt the head of Andy's cock pushing impatiently between her butt cheeks and she just relaxed and felt him slip inside her pussy. Andy had a good stiff 7", but it was not too thick so it did not stretch her anymore. She loved the feel of this young stud as he rode her from behind, pushing deep into her whilst he fondled her breasts. Then she felt him tense up and knew it would not be long, so she pushed back at him and made him go deeper and then she felt him cum deep inside her pussy, filling her with his cum as she drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she was still lay on her side on the bed. She looked around and she was alone, she knew her pussy felt different and reached down with her fingers to find it soaking wet with her juices and cum. She had wondered if she had dreamt it all, but the note on her pillow thanking her for her order let her know it was no dream. She eagerly awaits Andy's next visit when he delivers her new toy. The Salesman No experience necessary, will train the right individual. Neat appearance, outgoing personality and a desire to succeed, commission paid daily the ad read. Having made and lost a small fortune in the real-estate business before the bubble burst and recently laid off from the local Chrysler dealership, I was in search of a job. A week had passed and I had not sold a fucking thing. I had countless doors slammed in my face, and called everything but a saint. I was having a midlife crisis at thirty-five. My nerves were on edge, I'd lost weight and at 5'10" I looked skinny at 170 pounds. When you wake up someone 6'5" 240 pounds or so, and are caught standing in his doorway trying to sell his wife something, and he shouts "get the hell out of her or I'm gonna shove that up you ass," a light should go on. Maybe selling dildos door to door was a little bold, but what's a guy to do if doesn't know how to use a computer, I needed a different approach. I just couldn't tell my girl friend Rachel what my new job was. No I chose to lie, I was selling exercise equipment. She was excited because she is a fitness nut. The thought of getting exercise equipment at cost, already had me on the hook for a couple of grand due to my untruthfulness. A new treadmill was being delivered tomorrow. She even offered to tell her work-out friends to help me out. In spite of my objections, here I was knocking on Carols door, sales case in hand. Carol and Rachel graduated from college together, physical education majors. They could have passed as sisters they looked so much alike. Both 5'2" 105 pounds, same measurements 34-22-34, Rachel was a redhead and Carol a blond, they were 28 years old. "Oh hi Randy, I'm excited to see you. Come on in and make yourself at home." Carol and I had gotten to be pretty good friends over the years. Her husband Dave was a geology professor and was off on a dig for the summer. "Well Randy let's see what you have, I was thinking maybe a stationary bike, what do you think?" "Carol, I don't know quite how to tell you this, but I don't sell exercise equipment." "I don't understand Randy, if you don't sell exercise equipment then what's in the case you have?" "I can't tell you anymore than I could tell Rachel." "Randy, we've been friends a long time, you can tell me anything." "Well I guess you could call what I have would be considered marital aids." "I want to see, open it up," she giggled. My hands were shaking as I bent over for the case which I set on the coffee table. I was all thumbs as I fumbled with the latches. "Here let me help you, oh my God, I've never seen anything like this before" Carol gasped, as she lifted a hefty ten inch dong from the case. "It's so life like, it feels like the real thing, this is a serious piece of exercise equipment Randy." "I've always wondered what a big cock like this would feel like Randy, how much for this bad boy?" "That's the Dream Dick and goes for around thirty dollars, we also have the Perfect Pecker which is the same only chocolate." "Oooh, I love chocolate, I'll buy it right now on one condition." "I, I, I don't know Carol, the Perfect Pecker is not for beginners," I stammered. "I know, that's why I want you to break me in slowly with it. If it's what I think it's going to be, I know how we can sell a million, now come on." Carol grabbed my hand and off to the bedroom the three of us went. "I think we better ba ba bathe Mr. Perfect first," I stuttered. "Go ahead Randy, I'll get undressed and be waiting for that bad boy. Hurry I'm on fire just thinking about it." When I returned to the bedroom Carol was on her back, legs bent and spread, fondling her blonde bush. I was rock hard and envious of Mr. Perfect. I was about to drive him to depths no man had been before inside of Carol. I applied an ample amount of lubricant to him and slowly slid the head between Carols pussy's hungry lips as her hand guided him home. An inch, then two, three, then a slow retreat, a little deeper on the next stroke, four and then the half way mark. Now Carol's body arched and shook in orgasm. Several more shallow strokes, and another inch deeper, another retreat a few more strokes and into no mans land. Carol was cumming again and this time she was begging for more, "fuck me deeper she cried." "I want every inch I paid for," and at that she arched up and swallowed Mr. Perfects last two inches. "Oh God, I'm going again, stroke that cock long and deep in me" she screamed. A half hour later, totally exhausted and unable to speak Carol had enough as she motioned me to stop. After a few minutes she sat up. "We're having a dildo party this weekend Randy, I'll invite all my girlfriends, and you'll be set." "That's a great idea Carol, that just might work but don't invite Rachel," I exclaimed. Saturday night I showed up an hour early at Carols. I was taken to the pool area and instructed to dump all of the dildos into the hot tub. The idea was to give an empty box to each participant. The object was to retrieve the dildo that matched your box, using only your mouth. After all dildos were retrieved they were allowed to trade. Needless to say it was funny to watch, especially when they were trying to retrieve a foot long black one named the Destroyer, of which there were six in the tub. Before the night was over I had sold every toy in my case, and had orders for dozens more. Most all wanted at least two each. They would all require delivery and each agreed to have a party. Several months passed and I was selling dildos like hot-dogs at a baseball game, when Rachel confronted me. It was a Sunday morning, and I had been out late doing another party and was peacefully asleep when I was awaken by a strike to the head. "Just what the hell is this Randy," Rachel screamed. My eyes straining to focus I was shocked to see the Destroyer in Rachel's hand. "Huh, I can explain Rachel, just let me wake up," I pleaded. "Here let me help you," and with that came another blow to the head as I sat up. In an adrenaline induced outburst I shouted, "that's a dildo, the Destroyer, and I'm the top salesman in the company!" "Well that's just outstanding Randy, how long were you planning on keeping me in the dark? Never mind, don't answer that, I would much rather hear your sales pitch" she hissed. "You can sell me this, what did you call it, the Destroyer? Sell me this big black dildo Randy, come on, I want you to make me want to buy it." "I can't sell you that, it's an extreme sex toy, and it isn't for beginners, I mumbled." "Well then sell me this one," and she slung the Perfect Pecker onto the bed from my sales case. "I'm waiting on that sales pitch Randy, kitty got your tongue?" "Okay, just remember, you asked for it. The Perfect Pecker is appropriately named as you shall see, and I might add, will give you hours upon hours of deeply fulfilling orgasms. It's a top seller, and believe me, I've had no complaints. A bit much for a first timer so you have to go slow at first. The texture feels like the real thing, it's called cyber skin. It's washable, it's ready when you are, no worry of STD's. It doesn't bitch at you, or drink beer and lay around watching football. It's not going to fuck your best friend or kick you out or leave you. It comes with a suction cup attached to the life size balls, and a generous seven inches of insert-able fat chocolate cock. Stick it on the wall in the shower, for some wet and wild pleasure, or on a coffee table and ride it like a bucking stallion." I could see now, just like all the other women, I had her attention. I opened the box and pulled out the Perfect Pecker and as I handed it to her, I said, "I bet in the dark you can't tell the difference." She, just like the others took it in her hands, and exclaimed as her fingers trembled and stroked it, "God it's big and kinda heavy, I can't believe the detail, the veins, and nice head, and the color is pleasing." I could see her nipples beginning to harden beneath the see through top she was wearing, and a damp spot on her panties gave her pussy away. "Oh if you would prefer a white one, I have one called the Dream Dick, identical to the one your holding." "No thanks, how about a test drive with this one," came her reply. "I was hoping you would say that, secretly knowing her answer would be no different than hundreds of her peers, first let me wash him up for you." "Why don't you come back to bed and get ready for the orgasm of the future." When I returned from the bathroom the shades had been drawn shut and a candle lit above the head board revealed Rachel fingering herself in the dim glow. "Hurry honey, I'm dying to feel that big chocolate cock buried deep in my tight pussy," Rachel whispered seductively. "Remember we have to start out slowly," I reminded her. I could feel her wetness as I slid my hand and the Perfect Pecker into position. Slowly the massive head parted her lips, her body tensed and seemed to shake. "Relax and take a deep breath it will be easier," I encouraged. As I applied pressure Rachel eagerly arched up to take it in. The head disappeared, followed by an inch, then two, slowly three and then the halfway point, I stopped. She was trembling now, I backed out all but the head, then fed the three and a half inches back, and again a retreat, I repeated this several more times and she erupted in orgasmic delight. Now I drove the cock a little deeper, four inches and a couple of strokes, five inches and several more strokes. "Oh God Damn, I'm cumming again Randy." "Good, we're just getting started," I responded, as I fed six inches of cum glistening chocolate cock into her now hungry pussy. A rhythm was starting to develop, as she bucked wildly and sucked the remaining inch into her now cock filled depths. "Oh, damn it's good, I'm cumming my brains out. I want to do this the rest of the day," Rachel moaned in ecstasy. "Fuck me harder and deeper with that big cock, I love the fullness in my pussy." Over the course of the day she screamed and squirmed, writhed and ranted in one incoherent blissful orgasm after the other. Just before passing out from total exhaustion, she managed to say, "I have to confess, Carol called me the very first day you went to her house. Why did you lie to me about your job honey, don't you know you can tell me anything?" "By the way, that Perfect Pecker was appropriately named, I thought for sure I was fucking Willie our gardener, I couldn't tell the difference." I thought about what she had just said, I guess honesty is the best policy, though I would've preferred she lied. The Salesman Part One – Background My name is Tim Williams I'm 32 years old, 5'10 reasonably in shape and decent looking, I'm no Brad Pitt but have never had problems getting dates. My wife Julie is 30, 5'5 and 36D-28-34 with long dirty blonde hair and a very pretty face, she keeps in shape and is the envy of most of my friends, especially the ones married to less hot women. Julie was two years below me in school and I was aware of her back then because she was friends with my little sister. Back then she was nice enough but nothing special, it was when she turned 18 and went to university that she really blossomed into the beautiful woman she is today. I went to a different university than Julie so didn't see her for a few years but a few years after I was working as a lawyer for a decent sized firm and she came to work as a secretary for my department. She was quite clever but had found herself more inclined to partying than studying and when she finished university she was happy to get a simple job that paid enough for her to continue having a good time. It had been a while since I last saw her and I didn't recognise her at first, she recognised me though and I became instantly more popular with the other guys in the office when they saw me chatting to her like old friends. It wasn't long before we started dating and after about a year we got married. Things were going great, I was so happy with my life at that time, being 28, married to a really beautiful genuinely nice woman, doing well at my job and earning a decent wage. Our sex life had always been exciting rather than mind blowing but I never had any indication that Julie wasn't completely satisfied. I had quite a bit of experience from university and though my cock was an average 6 inches it was a little thin and I had learned to be an excellent pussy licker to make up for it when women weren't completely satisfied. I knew Julie had been into partying at University too so I assumed that she had a fair amount of experience too but we never directly talked about our sexual history. We indulged a few minor fantasies but never anything too heavy. On some occasions while we were fucking, mostly after drinking she would mention ex-partners who had big cocks and tell me how good it was to fuck a huge tool. We both seemed to get off on it and when we were on the edge of orgasm I would whisper in her ear "how does it feel getting fucked by a huge black cock" and we would cum so hard together. I knew she had a fantasy about black men so once I bought her a black dildo for Valentines Day, it was a similar length to my cock but it was thicker than me and she loved it. In return she knew I had a bit of a fetish for stockings and high heels (she had no idea just how big the fetish was) and she obtained a large selection of "fuck me" heels and loved to wear them for me with stockings when she was feeling horny, which was most of the time. About a year ago Julie moved jobs and cut down her hours to a couple of days a week, I was earning enough money to keep us very comfortable and she had grown a little tired of the office bitching (mostly because she was so much hotter than the other women there and they were jealous). She began to visit the gym more in her spare time and dropped a bit of weight that she had put on since we got married. Julie was sexier than she had ever been and I loved it, the only problem was that I was working long hours and was usually quite tired by the time I got home. I didn't realise it but her sexual appetite was not being fulfilled by me anymore, she had so much more energy from all her gym workouts and I obviously couldn't keep up with her all the time. I wasn't to know but she was making great use of the dildo I bought for her and had even purchased a newer, even bigger thicker one being about 9 inches and very thick. Julie never told me about the new dildo or that her sex drive was increasing and she needed more. One week I was travelling on business closing a massive deal for the company and I had been working so much that I hadn't even had the energy to jerk off in my hotel room, so upon my return home on Friday night I was almost as horny as Julie and ready for some hot sex but was really tired. Julie had made an effort for my return, preparing a nice meal and getting dressed up very sexily for me. I walked in and dropped my bags as she walked out of the kitchen wearing a really short French maid's outfit, fishnet stockings and shiny patent pumps with an ankle strap and 5 inch metal stiletto heels. My jaw dropped open and I felt my cock instantly stir as I stared at my hot wife. "Its been a while since we played so I though I would give you a nice surprise and reward after your hard week at work" she said "I picked this dress up a few weeks ago and have been waiting for the right time to wear it and tonight seemed perfect." "You look incredible" I said as I took her in my arms and gave her a deep passionate kiss "I have missed you this week, but I'm really tired and need a decent sleep......" She cut me off before I could finish saying "You better not be too tired for what I've got planned because I haven't had an orgasm all week and I'm ready to be fucked senseless all night long!" "How can I resist an offer like that from such a beautiful woman?" I gave her a wink and pulled her to me grabbing her ass. "Not yet lover, I've not spent all day cooking to let it burn. You'll just have to keep it in your pants for now." We raced through dinner, it was really nice but I think we both had our minds on dessert upstairs and it didn't help matters that every time she got up to get something I got a flash of her stocking tops and when she sat down her foot made its way to my lap and rubbed my erect cock. As soon as we had finished the meal I grabbed my wife and dragged her to me, kissing her hard. "Leave the dishes till later, you sexy little slut" she always enjoyed a bit of dirty talk when she was turned on. We practically ran upstairs with me shedding clothes on the way, when we reached the bedroom she knelt before me and removed my pants. She was about to take off her dress when I stopped her and told her to leave it on. The only thing I took off her was her little lacy French knickers. We were both so turned on at this point that foreplay was not on the menu, we both just wanted a good fuck. I threw her on the bed and knelt behind her, my cock was like steel as I thrust into her pussy doggy style in one move. "Oh god yes, fuck me hard with your beautiful big cock" she moaned "fuck me like the dirty little slut that I am" I did as she asked and fucked her harder than ever before, but a combination of the sexy outfit, the night of teasing, my tiredness and week without an orgasm quickly got me to the edge. I slowed down a bit to try and pace myself but she moaned again to fuck her harder and that she needed it. It was too much for me and I had the most intense orgasm, I held onto her hips with my cock buried inside her as I felt I dumped a huge load of cum. It wasn't until I finished cumming that I realised how pissed off she was that I had finished too soon for her. She kicked me with her sexy heel and rolled over onto her back. She said in a very stern voice "since you couldn't get me off properly I'm going to need some assistance. Go to my wardrobe and get me the white shoe box in the bottom." I did as she said and when I brought it back I saw that she had quite a few different dildos that I never knew about, including the huge 9 inch black one. She reached for the big one and said, "This should do the job you can't." She proceeded to make me fuck her with the massive dildo, which entered her surprisingly easily, and she fingered her clit as I thrust the big black cock deeper inside her than I had ever been. The effect was shocking, she moaned and cried and begged for more, demanding that since I had been so selfish I wasn't allowed to sleep until she had got off three times. After her third orgasm I pulled out the dildo and noticed that my cock was once again hard so I got in between her legs and prepared to fuck her again. "Not tonight lover, you had your chance before and I'm all satisfied now, besides, I probably wouldn't be able to feel you after having Mr Big here in my pussy" that one hurt but I thought she was still really angry and didn't really mean it. "You can jerk off if you want but you have to kiss my high heels while you're doing it." Now we had experimented before with the whole domination thing and had both taken turns in control so it wasn't out of the blue that she demanded this, and given she wasn't fully aware of my massive foot and high heel fetish I didn't mind too much. I gladly started to kiss her heel while stroking myself and once again was on the edge very quickly. She was watching intently and said "how does it feel to know that a big black cock has just pleasured your wife because you can't do it? Maybe I should find myself a man who can please me" I though she was only playing again but for some reason it really turned me on and I was soon spurting my second load of the night, she made me cum all over her sexy heels and then forced me to lick it off before going into the bathroom to get ready for sleep. I wasn't too sure about the whole cum licking thing but followed her orders to try and stop her from being so mad at me. By the time she was back from the bathroom I was fast asleep. Our sex life fell back into routine after that though she began to take control more often which was fine with me but I didn't realise just how often she was using that big black cock to keep her satisfied while I was at work. Part Two – In the showroom A few months after the night described before Julie decided that she wanted a new car because one she was driving at the moment wasn't sexy enough. She had her heart set on a new BMW Z3 with a folding roof. She had me convinced when I pictured her driving the little sports car with the wind in her hair and then stepping out of the car with her long sexy legs and high heels. In short I knew a sexy woman deserved a sexy car and I was happy to buy it for her. I was making more and more money and we didn't have any kids so I reasoned that it would be a nice gift. We went to the local BMW showroom to have a look and maybe take a test drive in one. I knew that Julie had already made up her mind and nothing would change it now but I insisted that she should at least check it out, what a big mistake that turned out to be. As we arrived at the showroom we started to browse around and one of the eager salesmen came to talk to us, he had just introduced himself as Rodger when a large black man came over and told Rodger that he would deal with us once he had finished up with the customer he was talking to, there was a bit of a standoff but the young white salesman knew it was a lost cause and shuffled off. The large black man introduced himself to my wife as John Jackson and said he would be with her shortly, he then strode off to finish up with his other customer. I was angry that I hadn't even been addressed but my wife was very taken with John and told me I was just being paranoid and to wait for him to come back. John must have been about 6'3 broad shoulders and very handsome but it was his air of confidence bordering on arrogance that seemed to give him his charm. Whatever the reason I knew my wife would be picturing him next time she pulled out her big dildo but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. John returned and as he walked over he didn't conceal the fact that he was checking out my wife, she was looking sexy but casual in tight jeans, high heeled black leather boots, a simple halter top and no jacket as it was summer time. Julie blushed as she realised she was being stared at but her natural exhibitionism and liking for John caused her to become slightly aroused by the fact. "Good morning Mrs Williams, I do apologise for the delay but thank you for waiting" "Not at all Mr Jackson" "Oh please call me John" "Very well John, I would like to test drive a Z3 if that's possible and its Julie" "Of course that would be fine Julie, I'll just take a moment to check our test car isn't booked out for the afternoon" I had to clear my throat before my wife introduced me, John gave me a curt nod and then with a beaming smile at my wife he announced that the car would be available in about 20 mins and would we care to have a seat and a drink while we waited. I was about to say that we would do a little shopping and then come back but my wife announced that would be lovely and followed John so a waiting area. There was a couch and two single chairs, before I could get there John was sat next to my wife on the couch and I had to sit in the chair next to them beside my wife. For the next hour they chatted with my wife turned away from me towards him and I was barely noted at all in the conversation, I was so angry but my mind was wandering into thinking about what it would be like to see John fuck my wife. The thought made me even angrier but I also felt a little stirring in my loins. Finally my wife noticed the time and said that she better get going with the test or it would be getting too late and we had a party to get to later. John agreed and led us outside to where the car was waiting. My wife practically ran to the car and jumped into the driver's seat while John turned to me for a quiet word. "Unfortunately I will have to accompany your wife for the test drive because there needs to be an employee present at all times, the Z3 is only a two-seater so I'm afraid you will have to wait here, if you want to test the car too you can go out when we get back." This seemed reasonable enough and while I didn't like sending my wife away with a handsome black man she obviously had a crush on, there wasn't really much choice in the matter. It seemed like they were gone for hours but it was only about 30 minutes before they returned. I that time my mind had begun to wander all over the place and I was getting more turned on by the idea of the two of them fucking, it was quite disturbing and I went outside to make a couple of calls to take my mind off it. When they got back my wife was so happy, she ran at me and gave me a big hug begging me to let her have the car, I was sure I could see her erect nipples through her top and she was obviously aroused. I said yes but I would like to go for a spin first too. "By all means Mr Williams." John said "erm Rodger can you take Mr Williams out for a spin in the Z3 please?" Rodger didn't look too pleased about this order but he agreed to take me out. So once again I left my hot wife with this man while I went off with Rodger. The car was great and though definitely not a man's car I was happy to buy it for my wife, Rodger gave me the whole salesman pitch while we were driving but I wasn't listening and found my mind wondering what was happening back at the showroom. Upon my return I found the two of them laughing and joking on the couch sat very close together with Julie's hand resting on John's thigh. I announced that I was happy with the car and would like to proceed with the deal, we had enough money to buy it outright and so wouldn't need finance of any kind. John went off to fetch the paperwork and my wife jumped at me, kissing me and saying thank you for buying her the car. I could tell she was excited and she promised me that I would be getting very lucky after the party tonight. When John returned it transpired that the colour and extras that my wife wanted on the car would mean it would have to be ordered which would take about a week to arrive. I agreed that was fine and left a deposit. John said that he would bring the car over to our place next Sunday with the relevant paperwork and the deal could be finished then. Julie gave him our details including her mobile number and off we went. I was just happy to get out of there. I couldn't get the idea of John fucking my wife out of my head all night at the party and when we got back home fuelled by the thought and a few drinks we had some rough angry sex before falling into a deep blissful sleep together. All week long my wife kept talking about her new car and that she couldn't wait for John to drop it off. I wasn't sure if she was more excited about getting the car or getting to see John again. I later found out that they had been texting each other all week, this started innocently enough with him informing her about how the order of her car was coming along but developed into general chatter and flirting. On Friday my wife was due to be going out with her girlfriends and I had some work to finish off. When she got back quite late and more than a little drunk I was already in bed. She turned the light on and I saw her looking a bit worse for wear drink wise and obviously tired from a night of dancing. She told me that she was horny and needed some attention, I was more than happy to oblige. While we were getting going she told me that she had run into John in the club as he was out with friends too and they had danced a little. She said "He's quite a good dancer and he's also got a huge package, awww don't look like that hunny, I didn't do anything naughty I just felt it while we were dancing." I was a little annoyed but I believed her, she started to moan as I fucked her and then she brought it up again "yes I bet John's cock is just as big as my toy, maybe even bigger" I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or just talking to herself. I gave her a couple of small orgasms before I came myself but as I withdrew and rolled over she asked me to go and fetch Mr Big from her wardrobe. I did so a little bit reluctantly but she was obviously in need of more and I couldn't perform quite yet so I figured there was no harm in it. As I slid Mr Big home she sighed "oh yes, that's more like it" her eyes were closed and I knew it wouldn't be long before she had a huge orgasm and then drifted into unconsciousness so I just kept going. "Yes that's it John fuck me harder." I stopped when I hear that and asked her what the fuck was going on. "I'm sorry hunny, it's just a stupid crush, you know how I like black men and with seeing him tonight it was on my mind. Of course I don't want to fuck John, why is your cock hard?? Does the idea of big black John fucking your wife turn you on?" "I, er, no, I mean I don't know." "Well?" "Of course I don't want you to fuck someone else babe, but I just can't get the idea out of my head. It's really annoying." "Oh really, you have been thinking about it too then?" "Yes but I don't know why, I really don't want to lose you to anyone, especially not that arrogant bastard. But the thought just keeps popping up in my head." Julie began to stroke my cock with her feet as she sat up, she seemed more awake now. "Looks like little Timmy likes the idea of a big black cock sliding into his wife's hot little pussy!" "No, stop it, I don't want that" "Oh I think you do, you just don't know it yet." "Let's see what happens on Sunday when John comes round. Maybe you'll get your wish and see us fucking." With that I shot my load all over her pretty feet. She gave me a sly grin and lifted her foot up to my face, she didn't have to say anything but just gave me a look which demanded I clean her foot. Once it was clean she said "good boy" and rolled over quickly falling asleep. I was left wondering what the hell was going on, I was so confused. I didn't want my wife to fuck anyone else, I wasn't really worried about losing her but I think I was more worried that she would look at me as less of a man after fucking someone else. I didn't get much sleep that night at all because my mind was filled with these thoughts. The Salesman Part Three – Signing the agreement On Saturday I got up before Julie and made some breakfast for myself, I thought it would be a good idea to let her sleep off the hangover. As I was part way through she came downstairs having been woken by the smell, she was angry that I had not made anything for her. I knew she was just being grumpy due to the hangover but my mind was occupied so I didn't really try to apologise and make things up to her. The rest of Saturday for me was spent doing little jobs around the house while Julie tried to get rid of her hangover by getting some fresh air, she met a friend and went shopping in town. I was happy to be left alone for the day after last night because I didn't want to think about what happened and tried to put it out of my mind with odd jobs. I didn't see Julie when she returned but apparently she had quite a few bags with her. She left them in the living room and went up for a shower to freshen up. On Saturday night we were entertaining friends who left quite late so we didn't get a chance to talk about what had happened. Julie woke on Sunday in a much better mood, I'm not sure if it was the lack of hangover, the fact that she was getting a new car or the fact that she would be seeing John but all seemed to have been forgiven and I didn't want to upset her by bringing it up again. After breakfast she asked me if I wanted to see what she had bought yesterday when shopping with her friend Kim. Of course I said yes and she told me to go sit down in the living room and she would give me a little fashion show. "That's quite a lot of bags Julie, what were you shopping for?" "Oh just some new general things for work and going out, I needed some retail therapy and seemed like a good time to jazz up my wardrobe." She proceeded to show me all kinds of clothes, from sexy little skirt suits for work, to evening dresses for going out, and even some new lingerie for the bedroom. I noticed that everything was short, tight and a little more revealing than her current stuff but I didn't mind much, she had worked hard at the gym and was very proud of her body so why shouldn't she show it off. There was one bag she didn't take anything out of and when I asked her about it she said "oh that's nothing" and quickly hid the bag, though I did notice the name of a local fetish shop in small writing on the bag. She had just put on a sexy white corset type top with attached garter straps, some sheer white stockings with matching white patent heels, white lace gloves and a lace choker, the effect was absolutely stunning with her sexy body and new summer tan. My cock was hard as steel watching her prance around in the new outfit. We both heard the doorbell and looked at each other in utter shock, we had forgotten that John was due round with the car. Julie told me to get the door while she ran to make herself decent. I let John in and he sat on the couch getting papers out of his case and handing them to me. Julie came downstairs, she had just put a robe on it came down to her knees and covered everything but I though she would have got changed completely. She gave John a big hug and a kiss when she saw him and I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. I was reading through the paperwork to make sure there were no terms I didn't like (lawyer's habit) and she sat right next to John and started happily chatting. I noticed that when she sat down the robe opened up and showed the tops of her stockings which she didn't seem to mind. Her hand was on John's thigh again and at first I pretended that I hadn't seen it. When they were talking about Friday night and dancing together I started to struggle reading the agreement. I kept losing my place and re-reading sections. Julie looked over at my and with a stern voice told me to hurry up and sign. I told her that I needed to check everything was in order before I signed. "Oh I'm sure John would tell us if there was anything you wouldn't like in there wouldn't you John?" as she asked him she laid her hand on his chest, she then ran it down his hard body and seemed to linger around his lap before returning to his thigh. I could clearly see the outline of his hard cock and it looked huge, my own cock was still hard and I felt inadequate next to him. Julie got up to get some drinks and we both watched her hot little ass as she walked away. "That's one fine woman you got there mate, and if Friday night was anything to go by I bet she's really dirty in bed too." I found myself unable to reply, maybe because I was torn between agreeing with him or telling him to fuck off and not talk about my wife like that. Maybe it was because I was curious about what happened on Friday night? When Julie returned she accidentally spilt my drink all over my lap, I stood up with the shock of it and they both saw my hard cock in my pants. I was sure I saw a smirk on John's face when he saw it but I quickly ran upstairs to change my pants. I came back down and Julie was practically sat on John's lap by now. As I sat down they started kissing, I pretended not to see at first but I couldn't read anything when John opened her robe up exposing her hot outfit and saying. "Wow, you look damn fine and fuckable in that Julie." She wasn't offended and said thanks and I had just started to say something when Julie said "why don't you just be quiet and finish up with that contract Timmy. I knew this was the turning point and I had to stop things now or they would end up fucking, my mind was screaming at me to put a stop to it but for some reason I'm not sure of I didn't say anything and simply went back to reading. It wasn't long before she had his cock out of his pants, it was huge, it must have been at least 10 inches and was so thick it looked scary. Her little white gloved hand made it look even bigger. I stared at it and when I looked up I saw them both looking at me and smiling. It is so hard to read something when your hot little wife has her hands around a huge black cock she is dying to suck and fuck. I gave up trying to read the contract and just signed it, I passed it to John who put it in his case and told me to sit back down and enjoy the show. He took control brilliantly and ordered my wife to the floor between his legs. I had a great view of her pretty little mouth engulfing the head of that monster cock she moaned in appreciation of the taste as her mouth was stretched around his big tool. He began slowly but quickly had his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down to take more of his cock into her throat. I couldn't believe how much she took, she had always enjoyed giving blowjobs but now she attacked his cock with relish. I saw all 10 inches disappear down her throat and sat amazed as he fucked her face faster and faster until he blew his load deep in her mouth. I could see her struggling to swallow all his cum as he pumped her full of his seed. He pulled out and the last two spurts hit her square in the face. He quickly got up and straightened his clothes. "Well that was nice slut but I've got another appointment so I won't be fucking you, if you want some of this big dick you'll have to give me a call and ask me to come back, I'll have a think about it and see if you can convince me to come back. And don't forget about what I said on Friday, did you get the stuff?" She nodded, I couldn't believe the cheek of this guy, he has just fucked my wife's face and not given her anything in return except to tell her to call him when she wanted his cock to fuck her. After he left she was still in a daze on the floor and when I returned to the living room I said "well I'm glad we won't be seeing him again." Julie gave me a quizzical look and said "why not? Babe I can't believe you let me suck his cock but then won't let me even get fucked by it, how selfish of you!" "You must understand that after seeing you were happy to let me get face fucked you must let me see him again. I need that big cock inside me and if your not man enough to stop what happened today you will get what's coming." I knew she was right and I had let this happen but that didn't make me any happier about the situation. Part Four – Julie finally gets fucked Since the day that I saw Julie suck John's massive cock and didn't do anything to stop it, I noticed changes in my wife's behaviour and especially her attitude towards me. She talked about John an awful lot, sometimes calling him a bastard and cursing the fact that he called her a slut, left without fucking her and arrogantly suggested that she should beg him to come round sometime if she wanted his big cock. What an ass, she could get a big cock from anywhere if she wanted and didn't need him. Other times she would be talking about how hot he is and how she loved sucking on his big cock. She said that at the time she was desperate to get it into her needy pussy at the time and would have done it right in front of my face without a second thought. Whenever she talked about him, it would always end the same way with her retiring to the bedroom and having a good long session with Mr Big. Sometimes she would order me to come with and please her, other times she banished me downstairs saying that I didn't deserve to see her getting off after I failed as a man on Sunday. I could always hear her though and my heart sank a little every time she came and moaned or screamed his name. Every time by cock was hard as a rock though, without fail. This went on for a couple of weeks and I could tell she was getting more and more frustrated by only getting off with her dildo and she needed a good hard fucking. However, she had already told me that because I failed to "be a real man" I was cut off sex with her for a month. I threw myself into my work to try and forget but that just made things worse. Julie was spending more and more time out of the house in the evenings and I would often get home to find a list of chores that I would have to complete before she returned. When she got back she barely paid me any attention unless she wanted something like a foot massage or to fetch her drinks etc. I could tell she was still really annoyed with my and I played the devoted husband for a while. I could tell that she was disappointed in me and I was a little disappointed myself. After two weeks I decided that I needed to talk to my wife and clear the air. We talked for hours about how we were feeling and it turned out she was very confused, she said that she loved me but just couldn't get the thought of John out of her head and part of her anger towards me was because she was angry with herself for being so smitten with John. After a few hours talking about our feelings and realising that the thought of her fucking John was a turn on for both of us, I mentioned that she should give him a call. We agreed that she should just see how it goes and after he had fucked her, it would be out of her system and we could go back to the way we were before. Anyway, she said that John would probably not be too bothered and have moved on to his next conquest by that time. We agreed that she would call him when I got back from work on the Friday night and she would let me listen in on the other line. When the time arrived I could tell that Julie was excited and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't a little bit excited too. Something had awoken in my when I saw my loving wife suck that big black cock and I got aroused every time I thought about it. Julie found John's number and told me that she couldn't have me watching her while she talked to him so she went upstairs to the bedroom and left me on the couch. The phone rang for ages before he picked up. "Hello" he said briskly, "oh yes.... Hello..... is that John?" my wife stammered, obviously nervous. "Yes John speaking." "Erm.... Hi..... this is Mrs Williams.... I mean Julie......I bought a Z3 from you a couple of weeks ago" "Oh yes, hello slut. How is that slutty little pussy of yours? I bet its all wet isn't it?" "Mr Jackson, I am not a slut!" "Of course you are slut. What kind of woman sucks off a car salesman in their front room whilst their husband is watching?" "Erm" "that's right a slut. But you're not just any slut are you? You're a slut that's desperate for a nice big slice of my big black cock aren't you?" "Erm" "Don't deny it slut, I knew you would be calling, they always do. You want me to come and fuck you don't you?" I heard my wife let out a small moan before she whispered "yes" "yes what?" "Oh god yes please. I need you to fuck me." "Of course you do. But why should I be interested in your slutty little pussy? I can get all the pussy I want. Why should I bother with you?" We could both see what was happening. He wanted my wife to beg and humiliate herself. "Oh please John, please I need your big black cock. I haven't stopped thinking about how good it would feel inside me and..... and.... Oh I just NEED IT!" "haha, oh ok calm down slut. I'm working tomorrow but I'll swing by at some point and see if we can do anything about that leaky little pussy of yours." "oh thank you John. What time?" "Whenever I feel like it. I'm going to text you with some instructions and I expect to have them followed to the letter or I won't come at all. Understand?" "Yes John" "Ok then, see you tomorrow slut and don't let me down." He hung up and I could hear my wife breathing heavily before she put the phone down. He sent her a text later that night that explained what he wanted her to do. It must get him off making women jump through hoops just for a chance to fuck him but it was also having an effect on my wife. She was very excited but still nervous and needed reassurance from me that it would be ok. The text said that she needed to play with herself tonight with the biggest toy she could find and bring herself to the edge of orgasm 5 times but she was not allowed to push herself over. He said that he wanted to see a picture of her with a toy in her pussy so she needed to take one and send it to him. She was to do the same thing in the morning before 8am. He also said that I was not allowed to touch her until after he had been round, that included kissing her and sleeping in the same bed. She was his until after he was done. He referred to me as Julie's little sissy boy, cuckold husband. What kind of real man would let his wife suck off another man while he watched with an erection, he said (and he had a point). The other instructions were that she needed to get up and bathe before 9am. She was to remove all hair from her body from the neck down and get dressed up in the sexiest lingerie she had. Seamed stockings, a black lace teddy with attached garter straps and the highest heels she had. Luckily she had a collection and settled on a pair of stiletto heeled black patent peeptoe pumps with an ankle strap. She wore a silk robe over the top but was told that it had to be open at all times as she should be proud of her sexy body and show it off. I also think he did this so that she would be teasing me all day. He had told her to expect him any time after 9am but did not specify when. She was also told that she needed to send him a photo every hour on the hour of her dressed in her sexy outfit and posing for him. It was torture having to take these photos and it made my cock ache in my trousers watching her get more and more worked up with every hour that passed and every car she heard pull up. She began to curse his name and started to wonder whether he was just taking the piss and never intended to come round. Just as she was starting to question what to do that evening a car pulled onto our drive at 4:30pm. He swaggered up the drive and knocked on the door. My wife was so angry that she sent me to get the door and sat in the living room arms and legs crossed with a glaring look in her face. However, the minute he entered the living room and said "Well hello there my little slut" the anger melted away and she was lost in a trance once again. He wasted no time in making her lose the robe and made her stand in the middle of the room while he 'inspected' her. This was humiliating for both of us and he seemed to relish this. He sat down and started watching TV, made Julie go and get him a beer and then stand in the middle of the room and wait. The angrier she got, the more excited she became and we could both see the dampness between her legs spreading with every passing minute. After he was started on his second beer he opened his pants and took out his cock. He let it rest stretching down his thigh and saw the hunger in my wife's eyes as she licked her lips. As one last humiliation for us both he made her beg for his cock. He made her explain why she wanted his more than mine and that she would do anything he said just if she got to have it inside her. I think he saw that she was almost at breaking point and he relented, ordering her to her knees in front of him to suck his intimidating weapon. After about 20 minutes he ordered her to speed up and said that he wanted to cum once in her pretty little mouth so he could last longer and give her desperate little pussy all the pounding it deserved. The words were barely out of his mouth when my gorgeous wife sped up her hand and mouth and he didn't last much longer before shooting his load down her throat. It didn't take long for him to recover and he made Julie suck him back to full hardness before saying "right now my little slut, I think we're ready to test you out." He stayed seated and my wife knelt on the couch facing him. He pulled the soaked crotch of the teddy to the side and rolled a condom down his thick tool. He told her to guide him in and he took a firm hold of her hips as she lowered herself down. I have never heard a moan like the one she emitted as he penetrated my wife's pussy. It was complete and I knew I was a cuckold. At this point I had abandoned all pretence and I had my own cock out and was stroking slowly, trying not to cum too quickly. It took her about 10 minutes to work her way down on that monster before she sat on his thighs with a satisfied look on her face. She started to move up and down but John's strong hands held her hips tight with her fully impaled on his cock. He told her to use her pussy muscles to squeeze his cock to get herself off and seemed satisfied with her efforts after she came twice. After a few minutes of this he started to guide her hips up and down slowly, almost lifting her off his cock before letting her fall back down and impale herself fully. I was surprised that she was able to take so much so quickly and that he had no problem entering her fully. He started to pick up the pace and she had two more orgasms before he decided that he needed to change position. He picked her up like a ragdoll and without leaving her pussy, he span her round and laid her down on the couch. He pumped vigorously into her for what must have been 15 minutes and I lost count of the number of times she came. Finally he withdrew and sat back on the couch, I was very impressed with his stamina and my wife was in a dreamworld. He stood up and looked me straight in the eye. He saw a cuckold sat there, cock in hand watching his wife get fucked by a superior male and loving it. He shook his head and laughed. "No wonder she needs me to do the mans job for her. I'm going to take this fine piece of ass upstairs now and I don't expect to be disturbed until breakfast. Understand?" I could do nothing but nod as he smirked and turned back to my wife. He pulled her to her feet and led her upstairs on shaky legs. She looked in my direction and couldn't think of anything to say to me. John stopped at the bottom of the stairs and made my wife undress. She was naked in seconds and he looked my way then at the pile of soaking clothes, stockings and heels on the floor and said "enjoy" before taking my wife upstairs to our bedroom. The Salesman That was at 7pm and the rest of the night for me was a blur, I came three times whilst sniffing my wife's discarded lingerie and high heels and listening to the sound of their fucking. I lost count of the number of times I heard my wife cry out his name at the height of her orgasm and even when the noise died down I struggled to sleep. I got up and started to make breakfast about 9am which turned out to be just in time, I heard my wife shout that she wanted breakfast in bed and I took it up to them like a good little servant. The bedroom was a mess and the floor was littered with used condoms. It didn't look like they had gotten any sleep and my wife was covered in red marks where he had obviously been pinching slapping and biting her flesh. John didn't hang around long, he said he had to get to work and left very soon after breakfast and a shower. Once John had left my wife gave me the biggest, tightest hug she could and gave me a kiss that rocked me to my very core. She led me by the hand to the couch where we spent the rest of the day snuggled up watching movies. I realised then that Julie did love me and it was simply a physical thing with John. I also realised how much I had enjoyed seeing my gorgeous wife being taken by this man. I wanted this too. Before we went to bed we talked for a long time about what would happen to our lives going forwards. She assured me that she only loved me and would never leave. But she said that she was hooked on John's big cock and she could not live without it. She would follow his orders, take his abuse and be available for him when he wished. Part Five – Julie falls deeper My wife told me that John wanted to have exclusive sexual rights to her and would not allow me to have any sexual contact with her at all whilst she was "his girlfriend" as she put it. "Think about it hunny, what real man would let another man have sex with his girlfriend". By this point she knew that I was excited about being a cuckold and she played along by teasing me. She brought out the bag I had seen a couple of weeks ago from the fetish shop and pulled from it a small box, giving it to me with a huge grin. "John insists that you wear this at all times". I looked inside the box to find a CB-6000 male chastity device. "John says that he will let me have the key to let you out to jerk off every now and again, but if he senses that anything is wrong or that you have been trying to touch his woman. He will take the key and you will never get out." I was very reluctant at first and had never imagined that my wife would cut me off completely. However, we talked it through and after some re-assurance that she still loved me and was just going along with it to satisfy John, I agreed to wear the CB. Julie said she would let me out at least once a week for some "happy time" and I have to admit that I was a little excited about experimenting further. We went on for a few months with John coming over regularly for an overnight stay or maybe a full weekend if he wasn't working and my wife was happier than ever. He seemed to have made his point at the start and was no longer teasing her. Although he did insist on a few things that my wife was happy to oblige him with. She was to always wear stockings and a garter belt, no hold ups and definitely no tights. She was not allowed to wear panties at all, unless it was her time of the month when he allowed her to wear a tiny thong. She was never allowed to wear trousers and was always to be wearing skirts or dresses so that he could have access to her "needy pussy" whenever he wished. The new 'sexy' way she dressed was a constant tease to me and the days when she was in the office made it very difficult to concentrate. It didn't help that she used every opportunity she could to flash me her stocking tops or naked pussy and ass. Julie was true to her word and allowed me out once a week, usually on Sunday afternoons and I was allowed to orgasm although I wasn't allowed to ever fuck her and she had to beg John to agree to let me go down on her. We spoke about our fantasies even more and realised that I was more submissive than I had ever imagined and loved serving her, being teased and tormented by her while she was free to do what she pleased with John. The relationship between them began to grow and they started to discuss sexual games and fantasies. They were much more equal partners than the initial meeting suggested, John said that was just his was of seducing women and he wasn't really that dominant all the time. The dress code was just a bit of fun and Julie was happy to go along with it because she knew it would tease me something rotten. They began to experiment with sexual fantasies and each had a go at dominating the other. On one occasion Julie had us both serving her for the weekend and made us wait on her hand and foot. We played all sorts of domination games and it turned out that John was just as kinky as we were. That weekend ended with Julie saying that there would be a competition to see which slave had earned the right to fuck her and there would be a number of rounds. We had arm wrestling which John obviously won and other physical tasks that were close but John won more than I did. We played chess which was very difficult to concentrate on when Julie was whispering in our ears about what she would be doing to the winner. We also had a test of how well we could paint her toenails and serve as a butler. Eventually we got to the final round and we were all square. My wife said that she had specifically made sure that we were even because she really loved the last test and wanted it to be the decider. "The last test, to determine which slave gets to fuck me is............ a dick measuring contest! Hahahaha" She went through the process of having us stand side by side and getting the tape measure out. I wasn't allowed out of my CB but it didn't matter anyway. Even when his cock was soft John was far bigger and thicker than my hard cock. Julie made a show of measuring length and girth at various points and made sure to compare the sizes at each stage. She carried this on just long enough for John's cock to get hard and then declared him the winner. "Now take your prize you stud-muffin" she said. John didn't waste any time at all and threw her onto the couch to have passionate sex right in front of me. Julie stopped him part way through and said I was putting her off. She made me kneel down facing the wall, handcuffed my hands behind my back and told me to hold a ping-pong ball against the wall with my nose. She said that if I dropped the ball I wouldn't be let out of my CB for 3 months and she would give me a whipping with her new riding crop so that I couldn't sit down for a week. Needless to say I was very careful to keep my head still. Other times John took the dominant role, one particular time he came round on a Friday night and made Julie dress up in her sexy little French maid's outfit that she had worn for me all those months before. However, he did add a couple of things to the mix. She had a pair of 7 inch stiletto heeled sandals that had a very thick ankle strap. This meant that they could be locked onto her sexy feet with a couple of small luggage locks. He also had her wear a collar that was secured with another luggage lock. He held the keys to these and told her that she would be wearing them until he left on Sunday night. Needless to say, she was a very good little maid for him and he was thoroughly satisfied by the time he left on Sunday. The Salesman Takes a Wife Beth ran one hand through her thick mane of auburn hair, absent mindedly biting her full, lower lip as she looked through the brochures on the coffee table. The salesman leaned back on the couch a bit to allow him a better view into the gap between the buttons on her blouse as her chest strained the fabric. I noticed him grin slightly, his approval at something I had known about Beth since we married two years before...that Beth was a beauty. At 5'7" and 125 pounds, Beth had height and hair of a fashion model, but with the wholesome face of the 'girl next door', and a figure that was all woman...long, tapered legs, gently curving hips and rounded ass, smallish waist, and full breasts, nestled snugly in their 36d cups, which incidentally was where this salesman's eyes were riveted now. Her best feature, though, was something not visible to anyone but myself prior to this day. Beth had the nicest tits I'd ever seen before, full, round, firm and that was obvious. But her nipples, more specifically the aureole surrounding the nipple, would swell as she became aroused. The silver dollar sized area actually protruded slightly from her breast, like plump strawberries, and was extremely sensitive. I knew that no man had seen them before, as Beth's strict Catholic upbringing had caused her to retain her virginity until our wedding day. Our sex life was great for me, having a beautiful woman like her to myself, but she had some difficulty reaching orgasm. It concerned me more than her, though, and she frequently said that it wasn't that important to her, that she loved me regardless, etc. All that put me at ease until today, as I stood outside the back window of our home looking in. I'd been busting my ass trying to establish clientele in the sales job I had, working long hours, coming home late, and pooping out after dinner. This afternoon, I'd had a particularly rough day, and decided to knock off early. I noticed another car in the drive as I pulled up, so I parked on the street, and walked to the back of the house. From the covered patio in back, you can see into the living room from a window there, and I saw the salesman then. He was an extremely handsome guy, I had to admit, with dark hair, tall, and what seemed like a muscular build. I could sense that Beth found him attractive too, by the body language....little things, like the way she looked at him as he spoke, the way she leaned in slightly when he made a joke, stuff like that. Beth was wearing a light cotton sun dress that buttoned up the front, and clung nicely to her upper body. The skirt part was about knee length, but sitting as she was, had ridden up half her thigh. I was just going to go in, but something made me stop short for a moment and just look...something about the way his eyes moved over her legs and chest. I stood and watched. Beth had made coffee, and the salesman settled back on the couch and draped his left arm on the couch back, sipping and checking out my wife as she shuffled through some of his brochures. As she leaned back on the couch, it happened. He put his cup down, casually turned her face toward his with his left hand and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, while his right hand came up to clamp onto her left breast! I couldn't believe it! Beth pushed him away, shocked, saying "What are you doing...stop, I'm a married woman" but he had her arms pinned as he leaned in on her, kissing her, and continued fondling her chest. I stiffened, thinking "Holy Shit, this guy is going to rape my wife!". I wanted to run in and stop him there, but it kind of struck me that Beth didn't seem like she was in all that much distress. Don't get me wrong, she writhed and protested, but I wouldn't say she was fighting for her life or anything. She didn't scream out, it was more like a plea, "no" she said quietly, like a weak attempt to fend off the inevitable. He began unbuttoning her dress from the top, and kissed her lips, face, cheeks and neck while he did. I heard him talking to her, telling her she was beautiful, that he wanted her. Beth struggled, still telling him "stop, no....please..." but he had leverage on her and successfully pinned her against the couch back. They continued their unorthodox wrestling match, and he continued on her buttons until he had her dress unbuttoned to mid waist, at which point he peeled the garment to one side and Beth's bra-covered breast popped out. I could see the white fabric strain as her chest heaved from the exertion, the excitement, or both! He kneaded and pinched the large jug while still hidden in its lacy cup, all the while nibbling her neck and ears. She held his head in her hands and tried to push his face away. As he kissed his way down her neck, he dipped his right hand into her exposed bra and scooped her tit from its cup. He cradled the globe in his right hand as if he were weighing a melon at the market, and the side of his thumb grazed roughly over her swelling nipple. He pulled away for a moment to look at the heavy tit, then with a throaty moan, his mouth clamped onto her breast. I could see Beth's legs stiffen, and her face was a picture of panic as she looked left, then right, then left again as if trying to find a place to hide. Her breathing was ragged as she muttered "Oh Jesus, oh, I...oh shit....". The tit sucking was beginning to get to her, though, and her eyes finally rolled back into her head and she seemed to suck in her breath as he sucked in her nipple. She no longer pushed his face away, but just cradled it there, frozen, with her lips formed into a perfect "O" as he moaned and licked away. He broke contact and came back up to kiss her neck and lips. Beth seemed to have surrendered, and I was shocked to see her no longer fight him, but to return his kiss! My heart was racing as I watched. I reached into my pants and pulled out my dick and began to stroke my hard on. The salesman kissed her mouth deeply now, and Beth kissed him back as he continued handling her left tit. Sensing her submission, he relaxed his grip, and drew circles over her breast, lightly tickling the skin before pinching the nipple in his fingers. His right hand lowered and landed on her knee, and Beth twitched. He tried to stroke the inside of her thigh, but she pushed his hand away, telling him no, that she was married, that they can't, that it wasn't right, that they shouldn't be doing this. Three times she pushed his hand away, and three times he tried again. With each attempt, though, he got a little further, his hand inching up her inner thigh, and although she pleaded , I could see her knees parting a bit more each time until the white 'vee' of her cotton panties was visible. At last he hit the mark!! Beth's legs opened wide and she moaned deeply as he tickled her mound from the outside of her panties. I knew then that the inevitable would happen...this stranger would fuck my wife, while I stood by and watched. The thought of another man doing Beth had really never crossed my mind before. I mean, I knew that she was very desirable, and that men had made advances toward her, some gentlemanly, and others crude, but she always shrugged them off and was unfailing in her loyalty to me. Why today was different, I don't know....was it my job, and the neglect it put on her needs? Was it something I misunderstood about our marriage? Was it the very good looking guy, whose bold advances stirred some pent up desire in my bride? I wasn't quite sure about the reason, but I found myself frozen to the ground, my fly down with a raging boner in my hands while another man was stroking my beloved's most private parts! The salesman took his time as he caressed her cotton-covered slit. He brazenly grabbed her leg inside her knee and pulled it up onto his lap to spread her almost obscenely wider. He stroked her thighs from knee to crotch, lighting there for a time as Beth moaned like a bitch in heat, before moving on to stroke the other thigh. He kept whispering to her, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. By the time he actually pulled aside the fabric of her panties, her lips were swollen, her hips were grinding, and as he inserted his finger into her she groaned loudly into his mouth. He moved slowly, pushing his finger in, withdrawing to rub her clit for a bit, then pushing in again. The stranger moved his hand around the back side of her hip and slid into her panties from the top to grab her ass. He then slid off of the couch and onto his knees on the floor between her open thighs, and as he went down, he slid the panties down her legs and tossed them aside. I had to admit it was a smooth move, and I squeezed my prick as I watched. Beth had never been into oral sex, wouldn't let me even try, and she sat up a bit as if to resist as the stranger opened her legs to lick her pussy, but he had her by the back of her calves, and he simply parted her legs and latched onto her gash. The move seemed to take her by surprise, and she cried out a little as his mouth landed on her exposed mound, but it was definitely a cry of joy. The salesman worked her snatch, and I could see his head moving up and down as he held her legs up and open by the backs of her knees. Eventually, he moved his hands off her legs, and I expected her to try to kick away, but instead she wrapped them around his neck of her own accord. He brought his hands up and finished unbuttoning her sun dress, splaying the garment open as he reached around to unfasten her bra. Beth shrugged her shoulders as the dress and bra straps fell aside, and the man filled his hands with her tit flesh. He paused to glance up at her, sprawled back on the couch totally naked, her thick hair messed, her breasts full, heaving, and the aureola swollen, her belly rising and falling in rapid breaths. "Very nice, Beth" he said softly, before resuming his feast. Beth came hard, squeezing his head as her fingers tightened in his dark hair. The salesman got up and slowly removed his shirt and tie. The guy liked doing everything slow, and Beth just lay there looking up at him. He took off the shirt, and I could tell that my wife liked what she saw. The guy was built, with a muscular back, neck and arms. He unzipped his pants, slid them down and kicked them off and stood before her in his boxers. He reached down, guided her hand to the waistband and said "You do it, Beth". Beth sat up straight on the couch with her head about waist high to him and pulled them down. I couldn't see because his back was to me, but I heard her kind of gasp and mumble something unintelligible. I could see her hand come up to his prick, but my view was obstructed. He placed his hands on her head and moved foreword, like he wanted his dick sucked. I heard Beth say "I...I never..." , but he spoke quietly to her, saying "It's ok...just open your lips....that's it, Beth...use your tongue...that's very good". I was pissed because I could NEVER get her to do that. I heard Beth's muffled gurgles, then saw as the salesman withdraw and kick his boxers from his ankles, and it was then that I saw it, got a glimpse of his cock, about 10 inches of thick meat, hanging semi-flaccid from his crotch....It was fucking huge, the biggest thing I'd ever seen, let alone Beth. She just stared at it, mesmerized as he stepped up again. Beth came foreword on the couch to meet him as he stood between her legs, her first attempts at cocksucking getting bolder. She held the organ in her small fingers, which made the thing look even that much bigger, and kissed it along its length, her tongue stabbing at it as it grew. I heard him tell her to stick out her tongue and he began to move his hips as Beth bathed the shaft from one side, like she was licking an ear of corn (his cock being almost as thick), the huge erection sliding back and forth across her lips. He told her "lick my balls, please Beth". Could you believe it!! Please, he was asking her!! And I'll be damned if Beth didn't lean down and lick them. He reached down and took his prick by the base, and began to slowly rub its length along her face while she tongued his scrotum, covering her cheeks, eyes, nose with her own saliva from his huge sausage. And how did Beth react to this humiliation, this face washing? I saw her small hands come up to clench his muscled ass cheeks and pull him closer as he ground his pelvis into her face! After several minutes of this, the man's cock was fully erect, and Beth could not take her eyes off of its chiseled hardness. It swung to and fro like a batter on deck as he instructed my wife to lay back. He told her "I'm going to fuck you now Beth, would you like that?" Beth just stared at his mega-cock, muttered something, and lay back opening herself to him. He climbed on top, supporting himself with one arm and kissed her deeply on the mouth. His other hand grabbed the organ by its root, and he began swabbing its head up and down her wet slit. She moaned into his kiss as the huge head grazed her clit. My wife groaned in ecstasy as he painted her pussy lips with his mighty prick, occasionally dipping a few thick inches into her causing her to just about come off the couch, only to pull back and rub some more. After some time, he slowly sank into her to his full length. Beth's moaning intensified. He didn't move then, just lie there on top, and she groaned loudly and came again. He withdrew slowly, and sank in again. Beth was whimpering, cursing, saying "Oh my God, Oh my..Oh my God....oooh....Fuck....Ohhhh....shit..." He stroked her a few times, then withdrew completely, turned her around like she weighed nothing so that she was on top, straddling him. "Put it in again, Beth" he said, and she did, sliding down on his huge cock. He told her "Slide up here so I can lick your beautiful tits, Beth," and she cooperated fully, offering him each swollen nipple in turn. He covered her globes with his saliva, cradling each tit in his hand as he kneaded, licked and sucked. His face was smothered in her cleavage while she rode his thick prick. I looked down at the measly 5 incher in my hands, and as Beth came for the third time, I came onto the concrete floor. I confronted her about it later, and she came clean. She said she still loved me and wanted to remain married, but that Bob (the insurance salesman) had given her something she couldn't get anywhere else (as if I didn't know!). So I did what any loving husband would do...Bob comes over every couple of weeks, and I bought a dick pump...ya know, increase your size in two weeks, guaranteed. Now if I attach it to a small compressor....hmmm? The Salesman's Visit Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. All names are fictional. Marlene and I had just gotten home from work and pulled into the carport at almost the same time. I hoped out of my car to hold her door open as she collected her purse and brief case to get out. While it may have seemed like I was being the perfect gentleman that was not the case; I never missed an opportunity to peek up my wife's short skirt when she opened her lovely, long legs to exit, or enter, a car. While I had plenty of opportunities to see her in all stages of undress there is just something special about a quick peek up a skirt; I think my wife liked giving a peek as much as I, and sometimes other special people, liked getting a peek. She looked up at me and smiled then paused a bit longer for me to enjoy the beautiful sight of her open legs and panties with wisps of her dark pubic hair peeking out before standing and giving me a sweet kiss. After five years of marriage we still enjoyed the flirting and teasing of newlyweds. A short time later we were settled on the living room sofa with a glass of wine telling each other about our day. Before long we heard a car pull into our driveway; we turned to look out the front bay window to see who our visitor was. Marlene immediately recognized him, "Oh, its Ted." Ted was a tall, distinguished gentleman in his sixties who had been the insurance agent for Marlene's family for decades; when we married he became our insurance agent too. He stopped by from time to time to update us on any changes we might need to know; we considered him a friend as well as our agent. Marlene thought he was handsome with his sun tan, silver-gray hair and pencil thin moustache; he was also one of those "special people" who got a peek from time to time. When I first met Ted, Marlene later admitted that she had had a big crush on him since she was a young girl. Not only did he have a reputation of being a ladies' man but Marlene also suspected that he may have had a tryst with her mother years earlier during a rough patch in her parent's marriage. We both greeted him at the door and welcomed him in; of course he got a hug from Marlene as usual. Her body had a special way of melting against you when she hugged you; I noticed Ted's hugs seemed to last a little longer. Ted told us that he had decided to retire and just wanted to stop by to thank us for our business over the years and give us some information about our new agent. Marlene told him, "Then you must join us for a glass of wine to celebrate your retirement." I motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa while Marlene went to the kitchen to get another glass and the bottle of wine. Ted and I chatted about his plans for retirement and how he would keep busy. Marlene entered with a tray of different cheeses and crackers. When she set the tray down on the coffee table her back was toward Ted; she bent over at the hips which caused the back her skirt to ride up her long, shapely, stocking encased legs. I wasn't certain of just how much of a view Ted got but I had no doubt that he got a thrill that would last him for years to come. It was not a faux pas on Marlene's part; when you got a treat like that she intended for you to have it. Ted smiled. Marlene sat beside Ted on the sofa and I sat in a chair across the coffee table from them. We snacked, sipped our wine and talked about the long history Ted had had with the family since her mom and dad were first married. Ted recalled Marlene's broken arm from falling off her horse and wrecking her dad's car when she first started driving. He made a comment about bouncing Marlene on his knee when she was a child. Marlene asked with a chuckle, "Do you remember the last time you "bounced me" on your knee?" "Yes, I believe it was on your sixteenth birthday." he replied, "But, as I recall, you were too big to bounce and you were not sitting on my knee." Marlene gave a coy smile saying, "I recall you made a very good "impression" on me then. An impression I wrote about that night in my diary." Ted blushed a bit and tried to defend himself, "You were no longer a little girl then and I seem to remember you didn't sit very still on my lap; I didn't realize you were aware of my "impression" though. I hope your parents didn't notice. Marlene chuckled as I laughed then interjected, "She has the same effect on me Ted so I understand how it is. I would love to have seen her at that age." Marlene teasingly asked, "Do you think I could still have that effect on you?" Ted teasingly shook his finger at her then smiled, "You shouldn't tease old men it can be a shock to their systems." Marlene looked at Ted with her sexiest smile, "Oh I never tease unless I intend to back it up. I feel like I should give you a retirement present since you have given us such good service all these years; don't you think so Will?" I smiled and nodded my agreement. Marlene had always had a "thing" for older men; many of her lovers had been older men. I was never sure if it was some father complex or something else but since my first lover had been twice my age I completely understood her interest in more mature lovers. Marlene laid her hand on Ted's thigh and said, "Of course if you had rather keep the image of me as an innocent young girl who sat on your lap long ago I understand." Ted stammered, "I'm sure I could have two images of you in my mind and cherish both of them." Marlene leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and moved her hand a bit higher on his thigh. Ted took a deep breath and looked at me as if to say, "Don't you have something else to do?" I immediately announced, "Don't worry about me; I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world." "Don't worry Ted, Will and I enjoy the company of others from time to time." She gave him a sexy smile and continued, "And if the rumors I have heard about you are true you probably have too." Ted smiled but never admitted nor denied the rumors. Marlene leaned closer to kissed his mouth as she moved her hand higher to the "impression" he had made on her as a young girl; the "impression" and thoughts she had written about in her diary-"I felt something hard push against my bottom; I wanted to reach down an touch it with my hand but with my parents sitting across the room I didn't dare. I wiggled in his lap and felt the hard object move; I could tell it was rather large. I wonder if he is circumcised like, Mike, (her first lover) or is he completely covered like my Daddy?" I slipped out of the room to use the bathroom; while I was up I got a new bottle of wine from the kitchen then peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Ted was laid back against the back of the sofa with his pants unfastened and opened, his eyes closed, and his hand gently on Marlene's head; Marlene had his erect cock in her hand kissing it up and down its shaft. Her Diary question had been answered, Ted was all natural and uncut and his size was substantial. What she did not know until she fished it out of his boxers was how dark brown his shaft was compared to the white skin of his exposed lower torso. I quietly slipped back into my chair and poured another glass of wine. Marlene glanced toward me and winked as her tongue flicked over Ted's foreskin several times. Her attention quickly turned back to the engorged cock in her hand as she pealed back the foreskin to wrap her lips around the swollen, brownish head. She took turns wrapping her lips around it then swirling her tongue around the glans before flicking it over the small opening at the tip to sample the whitish drop of liquid that had formed. Watching Marlene work her magic on the pulsating shaft in her hand reminded me of a question I was recently asked by a married couple who were thinking about a more open relationship. The male partner asked, "How do you feel seeing another man between your wife's legs penetrating her or his phallus in her mouth?" My answer was, "I think about how beautiful she looks, how much fun she is having, and the incredible sensations she is experiencing. You see, Marlene and I do not see sex as an expression of our emotions; for us sex is an amazingly, wonderful, and fun, physical experience to share with others; just like we would share a delicious meal or a beautiful sunset." We made plans to see them again soon. Marlene stood up facing Ted and lifted her skirt, 'Would you like to slip off my panties?" Ted did not hesitate; he reached out with his large hands; his fingers moved into the waist band of her white, nylon, bikini panties. As his hands moved them over her flared hips and firm round ass then down her long, shapely, stocking encased legs the arch of her white garter belt formed a perfect frame around her sweet ass as I am certain it did in front with her thick, patch of dark pubic hair. I had to chuckle about Marlene's "retirement present" comment because her beautiful, glistening, pink labia was completely enclosed within the puffy lips of her vulva; her vulva was hidden by the thick patch of pubic hair just like a wrapped present. The only thing missing was a bow. Ted handed her the panties after she stepped out of them; Marlene tossed them to me knowing how much I loved the scent she left in her panties when she was aroused. There were very few times since we first met that I did not get to enjoy her aroma first hand but I still enjoyed the second hand scent she left in her panties when she was aroused. Today was no different, the crotch material was damp and slick with her juices. Marlene lifted her left leg across Ted and rested her foot on the back arm of the sofa; when she pushed her pelvis forward her cunt was just inches from Ted's face. He slid down in his seat a little so his lips were touching her aroused, swollen vulva. His fingers quickly searched the thick patch of pubic hair and opened her vulva to expose her glistening, pink labia and slit just below her clit. I watched as one of Ted's large fingers disappeared into her tight ass. "Mmmm, I love a man who likes to explorer new territory." She moaned. I could tell by the movement of her hips and the primal sounds from her mouth that Ted was indeed enjoying her sweet nectar. I could also hear the squishing sounds of his tongue lapping at her creamy liquids. She placed her hands on his head and guided him to her secret places of pleasure as he probed deeper with his finger. As Ted continued his work Marlene began peeling off her blouse. I straddled Ted's legs and moved close behind my almost nude wife. My mouth kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders while my hands moved to the front to play with her small tits and hard nipples. Within minutes I could feel spasms surge through her body as she cried out then almost went limp. Marlene pushed me backward with her body and unfastened her skirt; she was clad only in a garter belt and stockings. She ordered Ted, "Stand up and get those clothes off." It only took Ted seconds to stand naked in front of her. She took his cock in one hand then cupped his large, low-hanging cod sack in the other one. She directed him back onto the sofa then turned her back to him; she aligned her juicy cunt with his turgid cock then lowered herself on the long shaft all the way to his balls. Once she had everything adjusted just right she began to slowly grind her sweet ass against him. Marlene pulled me closer and unfastened my slacks; she quickly found my engorged cock and guided it into her hot, wet mouth. She was completely penetrated at opposite ends by two lovers, her thirty-four years old husband and a sixty-five years old family friend and insurance agent. It was Ted's turn to play with her small, firm tits and hard nipples. My wife's head bobbed up and down my cock as her sweet ass ground against Ted's lap. With one hand she guided my cock in and out of her mouth and with the other hand she played with Ted's massive cod sack resting below her open legs. After several minutes Marlene rearranged our ménage. She spun around on Ted's cock a hundred and eighty degrees and I moved behind the sofa so she could continue to suck my cock from over Ted's shoulder. She switched from a slow grind to a faster paced movement sliding up and down Ted's glistening cock. His mouth worked feverishly on her small, bouncing tits sucking, kissing and nipping at her hard nipples. Again her body was racked with spasms as she cried out for relief. I rubbed my cock, glistening with her saliva, over her face while she gasp for breath and grunted her way through another powerful orgasm. Marlene had always found it easy to have orgasms; often she could have one right after another. She lay against Ted trying to catch her breath; we were all soaked in sweat. Once she regained her breath Marlene moved off of Ted an onto the sofa where she could rest her arms on the back of the sofa with her knees open and positioned on the front edge of the seat, her lovely ass open and poised in the air. She looked over her shoulder, "It's your time to do all the work." She said to Ted. Ted complied with a sharp smack on her ass; standing behind her he took his engorged cock in his hand and rubbed its bulbous head up and down her wet, glistening slit then laid his entire shaft between her cheeks and slid it back and forth over her tightly puckered ass, surrounded by wisps of her thick pubic hair, and matted with her creamy juices. With his cock still in hand he used it like a stick to smack my wife's beautiful ass and cunt. I rubbed my saliva lubricated cock over my wife's face as Ted plunged his cock in her, all the way to the hilt. As she took my cock into her mouth Ted began fucking her with slow deliberate thrusts from behind. I could easily see his brown glistening man meat as it slipped in and out. Ted was just playing, enjoying her warm, wet cunt impaled on his cock and the beauty of her open, sweet ass. Soon Ted picked up the pace and the length of his strokes. There was the sound of their bodies slapping together as he slammed against her flanks; his thrusts pushed her forward forcing her to take my cock deeper into her throat; her small tits giggled with each thrust, her nipples danced beneath them. My wife's grunts became mingled with the smacking sounds of their bodies and the squishing sound of Ted's heavy piston being pushed through her thick, creamy liquid. Marlene's head trashed back and forth as she went from one orgasm to another; only her hand was wrapped around my cock. Her other hand diddled her clit back and forth as my fingers pinched and pulled softly on her hard nipples; Ted's hands held onto her hips and pulled her hard against him. Seconds later she pushed Ted back; he stood behind her with his hard cock in his hand as she heaved and gasped to catch her breath. After a few minutes she recovered and turned to sit on the sofa. She reached out for Ted's cock and gave it several kisses then reassured him that she wasn't through with us. She sipped her wine as Ted and I stood with our still hard cocks in our hands. Several minutes later Marlene asked Ted, "If you are up for an adventure, I would love to feel you and Will in me at the same time. Would you mind that?" Ted indicated that he wouldn't mind so Marlene patted the sofa beside her inviting him to take a seat. Once Ted was seated beside her she straddled him then took his hard cock and guided him through the thick, matted pubic hair and into her cunt. When I moved behind Marlene Ted's big hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and opened them wide. There was plenty of natural creamy juices available to lube my cock "I take it that this is not your first double?" Marlene commented to Ted. He smiled and shook his head no. Marlene relaxed her sphincter muscles and I slipped in with ease; this was not our first double penetration either. Ted and I quickly found a rhythm and pace that Marlene liked and we began alternating short thrusts in and out of her deep wells. I could easily feel Ted's shaft move against me through the thin membrane that separated our cocks. Marlene began to thrash about as we picked up the pace of our thrusts. I held her small tits in my hands for Ted to take turns suckling each of her nipples. My wife always loved having her nipples stimulated during sex. She often said it was just like having an extra clit; she could have an orgasm with just having her nipples played with. Her grunts grew louder. In just minutes I could feel Ted's cock pulsing against my cock as we moved faster and faster. The grunts and cries grew louder as the three of us rutted like animals; I knew I would not last long and my wife wouldn't be far away. As Marlene gasped her last grunts I felt the surge of thick semen shoot through my shaft and into my wife's bowels. After several more spurts of the hot liquid Ted's cock began to pulse as he pumped his hot load into the cunt of the once young girl who had made such an impression sitting on his lap. Afterwards I held Marlene's panties for her to step into then pulled them up her long shapely legs; she loved the feel of semen oozing into her panties and drying. Once her panties were on she sat back on the sofa and took Ted's deflated cock in her hand and gave it a good cleaning with her very talented mouth. The rather large pool of liquid that had seeped out of her panties onto the sofa would have to be cleaned with soap and water; luckily our sofa was covered with Naugahyde instead of cloth. Since my cock had been left in much worse condition, I slipped into the bathroom and used warm water and soap to restore it to its original, kissable condition. We each picked up our clothes and began to dress. During the dressing process there was plenty of affectionate groping and kissing which could have easily led to more sex. Ted indicated that he had a dinner date with his wife and would get in trouble if he was late. Marlene and I knew we would be "at it" again within minutes of Ted leaving. She loved to coax me into eating her pussy after she had been fucked. While I really wasn't too fond of cleaning up other men's messes, it was difficult for me to refuse her since she never refused to clean up my cock after other women had left it in a mess; I truly loved eating my wife's pussy and would put up with the mess others left to enjoy it. Of course the worst of it would have already oozed into her panties leaving her thick hair matted with cold, drying semen. We said our good byes' to Ted. We all seem to know that it was a onetime thing and would not be repeated. "That was a wonderful experience I will cherish the rest of my life." He shook my hand and gave Marlene a hug and a kiss on the cheek then walked to his car. Marlene and I looked at each other, smiled, then headed back to the sofa.