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Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 01

By: gonzi2



In 1962 I married Carol when we were eighteen. We’d both been abandoned as babies and the same couple had adopted us so we grew up as brother and sister although having different birth parents. 

Carol had a faded photograph of her birth mother also called Carol at eighteen years of age. She’d no idea who her father was and I’d no inkling who my real parents were and was envious of that photo. 

We fought sometimes but mostly I protected Carol as her big brother. Later our feelings for each other grew into love and we married. On our wedding day Carol looked the spitting image of her mother in the photo. 

We were both virgins until our honeymoon night though we had indulged in mutual masturbation before this, as she was too scared of getting pregnant to do it before marriage. 

My new wife was my dream, a blond blue-eyed pocket Venus, small waist, tight bum and huge 36EE tits. I knew men of all ages wanted to fuck her but we’d been sweethearts most of our lives and needed no one else. 

We’d managed to get a mortgage for a small country cottage with a garage and a garden to relax in. Both of us found work in the local towns sports centre as masseurs each working on our own sex. 

After a year the centre made Carol redundant and she could only find part time employment so I had the idea of having private customers at home as it would be tax-free. Needing somewhere to do this I converted our garage half into a massage parlour and the other half into a gym. 

Over the years I built up a list of private male clients by word of mouth strictly by appointment. Carol had a few private female clients but the local ladies at that time seemed reluctant to have messages. With the extra money we bought a mini car and new furniture on hire purchase. 

Our idyllic life style changed in an instant for the worse when I feel off my bike and was paralysed from the waist down. The doctors told me my spine hadn’t been severed and there was an outside chance that I may regain at least some lower body function in the future if I was very lucky. 

Unfortunately by the time I left hospital we were in deep debt. Carol said it would be all right and tried to combine looking after me at home and doing cleaning jobs. 

At first I felt suicidal but found an outlet for my frustration by working out on my usable top half of my body in our gym. Unfortunately I was now incapable of sex! 

This loss was the most upsetting for me, I thought Carol would soon need someone new and told her it would be alright if she did. But my wonderful wife assured me she didn’t need anyone else she was just glad I was alive. 

However money was our real problem, the car and most of our furniture was repossessed and we were so far behind with our mortgage it looked likely the building society would foreclose on our house. 

Then one of my old massage customers came round, he’d been abroad and hadn’t heard of my disablement. He’d severe pains in his neck and shoulders and asked me to recommend another masseur that could sort it out. 

I said without thinking my wife Carol was capable of doing it but she only deals with women, though I’d ask her on the off chance. Carol said no at first, but as we were desperate for money and it was only on his neck and shoulders she said she’d do it this time only. 

She took the man into the massage parlour garage conversion while I was in the other half in my wheel chair working on my weights. My upper body was by now muscular though my legs had shrunken with misuse. I could hear muffled talking between Carol and the customer and tried to hear more. 

I couldn’t understand a word but oddly the thought of Carol manipulating another mans muscles made me feel jealous. It was silly really as it was me who’d suggested she did it for him. 

The man’s massage was over and Carol told him to come back in three days so she could finish it. I asked her how it went and she said the man had been a perfect gentleman so she’d got over her reluctance. As she said we needed the money desperately and would deal with other men’s problems. But only for recommended men by appointment as she didn’t want to advertise and give some the wrong idea. 

Carol was right as always but I was still jealous, so while she was out shopping I drilled a hole in the partition wall between the massage area and the gym section. It was at a perfect height for me to sit in my wheel chair and see directly onto the massage table. 

I cleaned up the sawdust and disguised the hole on both sides. Later the same customer returned for his second session and I tried the viewing hole out. It was perfectly placed. I could see every move and hear every word clearly. Carol was dressed in trousers and fully covering blouse top. The guy was wearing trousers, but without a shirt and lying with his face in the hole in the massage table provided. 

It was all above board and correct. He said he’d several friends who needed attention for muscular problems, could she deal with them? Carol said she would if they gave his name as recommendation. 

I could see my wife’s hands pressing hard into the customers’ back and shoulders, manipulating his muscles. This should have made me jealous but it was having a very different effect altogether. 

I was getting some feeling in my penis, I feeling it getting hard, sexual feelings again at last. The more I watched Carol caressing the man the more sensation I got. I felt like shouting Eureka, but dare not or it would let on that I was spying on my wife. Voyeurism seemed to be jolting my brain into giving my cock some of its old feelings back! 

Soon other men who’d been recommended had massages from Carol. They’d all been circumspect until I noticed through my spy hole a new man with a very different attitude. 

Carol was giving him a full body massage and he was laying on his front in just skimpy G-string underpants. She covered his backside with a towel as usual; when his back had been completed my wife told him to turn over and reached round for her bottle of massage oil at the same time. 

The guy turned over and threw the towel off, I could see he had a hard on as he’d released it from its confines. When Carol turned back she was exposed to a very stiff nine-inch cock. My lovely wife went red in the face until with her hands shaking she put a towel back over his stiff member. 

The man said he was sorry but he couldn’t help it she was so good with her hands. Carol said in a whisper that it was ok. The guy said he’d not got a girl friend and would pay her an extra £20 if she’d wank him off? But Carol said with a quiver in her voice, “No! I’m not a prostitute just a masseur and I’m happily married! 

My own cock was as hard as the other mans, the whole situation had turned me on so much. I rubbed my cock and it was responding even more remarkable I was getting feeling in my legs and feet. 

The man left after arranging another appointment for the next week. Carol came into see me and told me she wasn’t going to do any more massages for men from then on. I couldn’t tell her what the effect of my spying on them had been so coped out saying “As you wish.” 

But the next day I got our accounts out and said how well she’d done, we were getting near to being solvent. But we had to have even more the next month to keep our head above water. The trouble was the massages on the series of men were producing half our income. 

I told Carol unless we could come up with another source of income she’d need to keep massaging her male customers for a while. In fact we needed considerably more to keep our house.

Carol said, “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do lover!” I did but couldn’t let on. My wife looked closely at the figures, sighed and said ok I’ll get us the extra we need, but looked away from me as she said it! 

My lower body didn’t seem any better and I began to think I’d imagined the voyeur effect. The following week the man who’d propositioned Carol came for his next appointment. I got myself into position by the spy hole and could see him leering at my wife’s bum as she got the towel from the basket. 

Carol did his back first and as she did so my cock was again showing signs of life. He turned over and throwing off his towel exposed his painfully hard penis once more. I heard him say please Carol I need your help so much I haven’t have a girlfriend for over a year, I’m desperate! 

His pleading had Carol feeling sorry for him and she said, “Ok but it will cost you £20 more.” He agreed eagerly and took a note from his wallet and gave it to my wife. 

Carol pulled on a pair of plastic gloves and reached for his hard member her wrists shaking as she did so. My cock was now fully hard and my toes started to twitch for the first time since the accident. 

Carol used both hands and started to wank his cock not gently but extremely vigorously. The guy wasn’t expecting such speed and arched his back off the couch to meet her frenzied movements. I’m amazed he lasted as long as he did but when he came spunk shot three foot into the air and landed on Carols face and hair. 

He continued shooting streams of cum into the air; Carol didn’t stop, her griping hands were still a blur of speed. Ten times the guys’ cock spurted, the last being a dribble. He tried to stop her then as he was finished but Carol still kept on and I noticed the guys cock started to harden again. My wife was tiring a bit now and her hand speed diminished, the mans face was ecstatic and after another five minutes he came for a second time hitting Carols mouth. 

Absent-mindedly it seemed my wife licked her lips dragging a glob of cum into her mouth. The man said that was fantastic and gave her another note. I’d been wanking my cock in rhythm with Carols cock handling but hadn’t cum. However for a few seconds I’d stood up only to fall back into my chair again.

I suddenly realized what was happening, my heart was racing and my face was red with the blood pressure my voyeurism had produced. This extra pressure had forced blood round my arteries and jump-started my paralysed limbs. 

I was confused, I should have been insanely jealous, after all my wife had just given another man a hand job. But I wasn’t I was elated not just from my miraculous improvement in health but surprisingly I’d enjoyed seeing her handle another mans cock and knew I wanted her to have more ex marital liaisons as they turned me on!

We still hadn’t enough money to pay our bills and I told my loving wife I was so worried about it. I admit I’d done it partly so that she’d be more likely to use her sex to get more and feed my voyeuristic streak. I just showed her the letter that told us we needed £250 by the coming Friday to stop our electricity being cut off. She sighed and said, “I’ll get it somehow!”

The following day a new customer came after being recommended by the guy she’d given a hand job to. He was a grey haired man I would guess to be well over sixty. He asked for a full body massage, Carol was dressed in just her marathon running shorts the type split at the side. On her top she had a slightly see through white blouse that I could plainly see her low cut bra through. 

My wife poured oil on his back and spent time massaging it into his muscles. When she said turn over he did exposing his thick hard cock. “I don’t do that sort of thing on a regular basis mister,” she said. “I understand,” the man said, “but it seems that you do need money urgently am I right?”

“Well yes,” Carol replied, “but I’m not that desperate!” “I understand” the man stated, but I’m prepared to pay you £200 if you’ll finish the massage topless and give me a blow job, what do you say? 

Her face looked like thunder so I thought she was going to slap him and throw him out. But she hesitated just for a second indicating she was thinking about it, this amount of money would nearly pay the electricity bill. 

She looked frightened, I’d tried to persuade her to suck me off but she didn’t want to so I didn’t push my luck I loved her after all. Would she do an act that repulsed her with me for an old stranger, just to pay our bill? 

Part of me wanted to stop this now, to protect her, but my cock was stiffer than it had ever been, I needed the adrenalin and blood rush to help heal my affliction. 

He said my lovely blond blue-eyed wife died on this day a year ago and I miss our sex, you remind me of her. His story seemed to impress her and with her hands shaking she said in a low ashamed tone of voice, “Make it £250 and I’ll do it!” 

She took the old mans money and unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly she removed her bra and turned so the man could see her huge breasts. I’d tears in my eyes for my lovely wife as the man felt her tits and sucked her nipples one at a time. 

But my legs were hurting now as if they were responding to her nipples elongating with her own lust. She moved her hand onto his swollen member. It would be the first time her virgin lips encircled anyone’s knob. She bent and sucked on just the first inch of his penis without enthusiasm. 

I could see her grimace at the new taste and feeling on her lips, she was plainly a novice at this but he didn’t seem to mind. He was using his hands to encourage her rubbing the nape of her neck, ear lobes and buttocks but was getting negative response from her, if fact she pulled away from his touch.

Eventually he started rubbing both fronts of her thighs at once, I knew this was the place that turned my lovely wife on. He realized it immediately and stroked her bare legs until she was moving with his caresses. 

Then one hand went up inside her shorts and G-string panties. I could see he’d worked his fingers inside her cunt and had his thumb rubbing her clitoris. She let his cock head fall from her mouth and said, “Na - No you mustn’t do --- OH YES please don’t stop!

With that her mouthing of his cock changed to taking it right in and sucking hard and fast. I was standing on my own for the first time as I stroked my own cock; it was as exquisite for me as it was for her customer. I could see her working the old mans cock up and down then pulling away and licking his bell end. His face was a picture of his impeccable intense pleasure. 

Now I understood, she was enjoying it as well; all three of us were exceptionally turned on by the acts taking place. Soon the old man was cumming in her mouth, she choked a little but kept sucking and swallowing. She was shaking, her whole body contracting in her own orgasm. She came when he was cumming, then seeing them orgasm also made me cum. 

My first shot of sperm since the accident hit the wall and I stood strait for a few seconds, then fell back down crying. I was allowing and in fact encouraging my perfect wife to prostitute herself, to become a slut wife, to cuckold me! 

What worried me more was I needed her to do it more times to free myself from my paralysis both physical and mental. I realized now I was a natural voyeur, worse still a wife watcher it was all invasive drug. We needed the money and I needed my slut wife fix.

I listened at the peephole and heard the old man make another appointment for next week and say he wanted to fuck her then! 

She never said she would but she hadn’t said she wouldn’t either so I suspected she was going to let him do her as he’d asked. 

What had I done to us, could I soon be being fully cuckolded, what if he fucked her bare back and gave her his baby? 

I was appalled but exceptionally turned on at the same time; I couldn’t wait for this guys next appointment to see how much of a slut wife Carol had become!

Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 02



Carol and I had first met as babies in an orphanage; we were both adopted by the same couple and brought up like brother and sister. By her teens Carol was a blonde blue-eyed pocket Venus, small waist, tight bum and huge 36EE breasts. We fell in love and married; till our wedding night we were both virgins. 

We took out an short term mortgage on a country cottage in order to pay it off in the shortest time in consequence it used up all our spare cash each month. To afford this I'd converted our garage into a massage parlour in one half and a gym in the other and we both took on private clients of the same corresponding sex.

We were blissfully happy until I'd being crippled from the waist down in a cycling accident. However my doctors did tell me not very convincingly there was a possibility I might eventually recover some movement. 

I couldn't work anymore and my wife reluctantly agreed to take over some of my male customers in our private parlour. When she had her first male client I felt jealous at the thought of my wife manipulating another mans muscles. To keep a check on what she was doing with the men I drilled a hole in the partition wall between the massage area and the gym section. 

The first few sessions of massaging men were uneventful, but inevitably one day a client exposed his hard cock to her and asked for a hand job. My wife was shocked and refused; however our bills were mounting and grudgingly she did it for him the next time. 

To my surprise and amazement spying on my wife bringing him off had given me some feeling in my legs and a semi hard on. Because of our dire financial situation, she went further and gave an old man client a blowjob although she'd never done it before even for me! 

The more I saw my wife performing sex acts with other men the greater the feeling I got in my lower parts. I'd discovered I was a natural voyeur and the excitement it brought me was making my heart race. The blood pressure my voyeurism produced was forcing blood round my arteries so strongly it had jump-started my paralysed lower parts. 

What worried me was that I'd realized with a start I needed to watch her continuing her slut wife acts to free myself from my paralysis both physically and mentally. I'd become not just a voyeur but also a committed wife watcher. It was an all-invasive drug, needing her to keep doing sex acts with other men for my fix as well as the money.

The old man she'd sucked off made another appointment saying he wanted to fuck her then! She didn't confirm she would but I knew we were desperate for money so I wondered if she'd really go the whole way with this almost geriatric man? 

What had I done to her? In my husbandly protective role I should have been trying to stop her being economically forced to cuckold me. On the other hand the buzz from my voyeurism was my only chance of making my paralysis recede and we had to have the money to save our house!

I realized that these were excuses I was giving to my self, in reality I lecherously wanted to see other men shag her and do her in every way possible! Before the sixty five year old guy came for his next appointment Carol cuddled and reassuring me I was the only man she loved. I was disappointed as I assumed this meant she'd decided to say no to his proposition. 

However we received two threats of discontinuation of our essential services on the morning of his appointment. After reading the threatening letters Carol hugged me and I could see tears running down her cheeks, so I told her to remember I loved her whatever happened. 

When the old man arrived, Carol greeted him apprehensively leading him to the garage massage parlour. Eagerly I took up my position by the spy hole and could see her trembling as she spread oil on his back. 

I loved my wife more than anything in the world, but my cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her giving the old boy more intimate attention. 

Carol told the man to turn over and watched as he exposed his hard dick once again. His member was noticeably bigger than my six inches, more like nine though a lot thinner with thick grey and blond hair covering his huge balls. The tense situation ensured my own cock was stiff and I could feel tingling in my legs as well.

Because my wife looked frightened, the man said reassuringly, "My name's Jack I've been so lonely since my wife died. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and you've helped me get over my lovely lady by giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. 

I realize you're married and only money problems got you to do even that. But don't you see we're both despondent in our own ways. I've got plenty of money that I will give you if you look after my needs. There is £500 if you let me make love to you properly, you must understand I'm very particular, I've tried going with prostitutes but they're so impersonal, just making me feel dirty and ashamed! I'm desperate for loving sexual release from you, will help me? 

I understand you love your husband and I'm not trying to come between you, Please Carol please, look here's my money. With that he took out a bundle of £10 notes, clever I thought, it looks more in smaller denominations. 

Carol looked at the cash and I guessed that she was thinking it would stave off the bailiffs for a while. Looking resigned, my wife spoke, "Jack, what do you mean by let you make love to me?" Jack replied, "Of course I want to penetrate your pussy with my cock and come in you, but its more than that. 

What I need is for you to treat me like a real boyfriend or husband. I'd love you to French kiss me, to fondle me and let me fondle and lick you. To rub our bodies together and cum when I'm fucking you if you can pretend your enjoying doing it with me. 

Oh and I need you to talk to me in a sexy way to tell me you love me and want me to make you pregnant. That's too much to ask Carol for the money I've offered so I'll double the fee, here's another £500 pounds if you'll pretend you love me, what do you say? 

Carol was staring at the extra notes in her hand, the man had made a good case. He hadn't treated her like a bit of meat; he'd done his best to verbally seduce my wife. I was trembling myself, had the extra money made the difference, had he persuaded her or would she run away crying?

My wife spoke in little more than a shaky whisper, "If I let you do what you want with me, you'll have to wear a condom, I haven't got any birth control devices and I can't risk getting diseases." 

From his triumphal expression Jack knew he'd won, but carried on with his seduction techniques in case she changed her mind. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek tenderly then said, "I'm so relived I need you so badly Carol." Jack pulled her gently to him then started to kiss her lightly on her lips until she responded by kissing him back. 

The old man was good, even though he was paying top money for the privilege he was using all his experience to get his way with my wife. 

The sexual tension was so stimulating I was now actually standing with my hard cock in my hand wanking slowly; wanting to get the maximum from this voyeuristic obsession. I understood that the old guy had got it right; he was getting more response from her this way. Sex with an uncaring partner is less satisfying than wanking yourself to a climax. All heterosexual men surely have daydreams of seducing a young beautiful woman; he was just living his dream with my wife.

I understood now, I wasn't jealous of this man in his sixties, I was proud he'd picked my wife to fulfil his fantasy. I wanted him to fuck her, to make her cum; after all she had needs that I couldn't fulfil anymore. 

I mentally gave her to him, better still I was joining in by spying on them cuckolding me. My voyeurism was sharing their sexual coupling, perhaps all voyeurs are doing this, sharing others bliss. 

Jack took Carols blouse and bra off, nuzzled her huge breasts and took down her flimsy shorts and tiny G-string. As he did so he licked her pussy lapping at her hole and clit alternately. Carol was red in the face, quite obviously enjoying his administrations. 

She started to squirm and held his head tight against her kitty. Speaking in little more than a strangled whisper she gasped out, "Do it more Jack I love it, I want you to fuck me now and make me pregnant!" 

I was sure Jack could have done just that, put his baby making seed into her hole if he wanted as she was so worked up. But he was too much of a gentleman and I expect he wanted many more sessions with Carol and no complications so he rolled a condom on his weapon. 

Carol lay on her back spreading her legs wide. I was shocked to see that for the first time in her life she'd shaved her pussy leaving only a small triangle of blond hair on her mound. In addition her inner lips were so swollen they were bright red and protruded over an inch from her outer lips and I could see her hole contracting and releasing with sexual excitement. 

Jack despite being sixty-five was in good physical condition. He got onto the bench and placed his condom-covered cock at her pussy entrance, leaving it there without movement for a moment. Unexpectedly to my astonishment my wife grabbed his buttocks and simultaneously lurched towards him and dragged his erection into her engorged sopping cunt. 

Carol screamed, "I need all your cock and your spunk in my cunt, pleased fuck me hard Jack, make me pregnant, do meee!" Jack said tenderly, "I love you Carol, I want you to have my babies, I want to marry you! All this time they were rutting against each other, my wife forcing her legs back behind her head. 

Carol shrieked in her ecstasy, I'm cumming Jack you're in me so deep lover. She was convulsing so much I thought she'd jump them both off of the bench. Her writhing reduced in intensity but she keep shuddering as small orgasms repeated constantly.

My wife dug her nails into the old man's back scratching him. Soon she was cumming again like a volcano. Screaming loudly, "Knock me up Jack, put a bun in my oven, spew your seed up me, fill me with your baby making spunk!" 

Carol grasped his big balls tightly and twisted them hard, with this added pain and ecstasy Jack couldn't hold on any longer, I could see his bum clench a dozen times as he shot his sperm into in my wife's swollen very welcoming hole. Then he collapsed on top of her body until he slowly lifted himself off her and the table. 

Perhaps it was my imagination but I was certain that when Carol noticed the condom she looked decidedly disappointed he hadn't shot his load into her bare back. 

It stuck me she wasn't play acting when she was telling this old man to make her pregnant she really wanted him to impregnate her desperately! That was all I could take, my own sperm shot in strong spurts over my hand. I even realized that I'd forgotten he'd put on a condom and had been actually willing him to impregnate my wife! 

I heard Jack leave after making another appointment and then watched my wife put on her clothes and move towards the house for a shower. I desperately wanted her now not later so shouted loudly "Carol can you come here please?" 

Carol shouted back, "I've got to go to the loo and get this oil off my hands, I'll be back in a minute." But that wasn't what I wanted so I knocked my wheelchair over and called out again. Carol I need help now, the chairs fallen over! She came to assist me still looking red in the face. 

As she did so I kissed her and she responded, immediately I put my hand between her legs and felt her now bald pussy. She jumped a little, looking at me with me with apprehension as if waiting for me to be shocked or angry at what she'd done. But I said, "You've shaved your pussy for me! I love you so much Carol" she smiled self-consciously then said, "I do love you Ken, more than you'll ever know!

While she was amiable I pulled down her shorts and licked her swollen naked labia and wide-open reddened hole, when I licked my tongue over her clit she immediately climaxed hard. God I loved this sexy woman, even more so now I'd seen how far she'd go to save our home.

It struck me as I held her hole open with my tongue that I wanted another man's spunk in there for me to clean out. I wanted her to serve me up cream pies, desperately needing to watch her take men's spunk up her hole and deliver it to my waiting mouth!

I asked her, "When's that last client coming again?" She replied coquettishly, "Oh he's booked for twice a week from now on Darling!" 

I can't wait for the next time!



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 03



Carol my lovely blond wife and I were masseurs with each of us only massaging clients of our own sex. This was until a terrible cycle accident crippled me from the waist down forcing me to give up work. 

We were so short of money the only way I could see to get enough was for Carol to take over some of my male clients. She was reluctant to do this at first, but we were under so much financial pressure she eventually agreed. 

Initially her male massage sessions were just that, though I still felt jealous which was why I'd drilled a spy hole without her knowledge. One day the inevitable happened, a client exposed his erection and asked for a hand job, she refused. But our finances were so bad she steeled herself to do it for him the next time for the extra payment he offered. 

Amazingly my wife watching had stimulated me so much I regained some feelings in my lower limbs and had an erection for the first time since my accident. It appeared the higher blood pressure my voyeurism created had jumpstarted my otherwise paralysed lower half. 

Later a sixty five year old man offered a lot of badly needed money for her to be topless and give him a blowjob. Once again she was disinclined to agree but we'd needed the money so badly she did it. When he made another appointment he stated he wanted to fuck her next time.

My wife didn't say she would and it seemed she'd decided against it until we got a final notice that we would lose our house if we didn't immediately pay a large sum of cash. 

Even with this hanging over us she was still unsure if she could go through with it, but the old man used all his years of experience to seduce my lovely wife. He got her worked up and offered so much money to let him fuck her she gave in. He used a condom although he could probably have shot his sperm into her bare backed and impregnated her if he'd wanted. 

Each sluttish act my wife performed with another man re-ignited my libido. To the point my penis till recently having no sensation at all, improved so much with the voyeurism I'd got most of my lustful feelings back. In fact I'd been able to wank myself to an orgasm watching my wife do the old man and even been able to stand for a moment. 

I didn't let on to her that I was watching her sex acts and managed to lick her swollen labia after the old man had fucked her. Every sex act she performed with other men was helping my crippled lower limbs and cock regenerate their function.

Without her realizing I encouraged her need to do sexual things with her male clients. The more of a slut she became the more it helped my disability retreat. Unfortunately we were still many thousands in debt and liable to lose the house unless she could earn more money. 

Carol and I had both been virgins when we married so the old man had been only her second lover. My emotions were mixed, I realized I was a natural voyeur and wife watcher and I got the biggest physical boost to my crippled lower half when I imagined another man impregnating my wife.

On the other hand I wanted to protect her and for it to be my sperm making her babies. She wasn't a natural slut; in fact she was mentally very reticent about any extra marital contact. But as the economics of our debt forced her into prostituting her body her natural sex drive took over and she was soon enthusiastically orgasmic. 

No doubt the fact that I'd been unable to make love to her since becoming paralysed had contributed to her needing other sexual release. After all why should I expect her to go without? Although I could again achieve an erection, without watching her wanton behaviour with other men it just didn't get hard, a catch 22 situation. 

Carol had bought us some time by earning the money from the old man with her pussy. As she'd paid off enough of our debt, she felt she could now turn down requests from other clients for sexual favours. Logically I should have been delighted but I was actually disappointed, as I needed my full voyeur fix and to recover my lower body function as quickly possible. 

The sixty five year old who'd been the only man to cuckold me to date my wife treated as a different case in her morality entirely. He booked up twice every week now and got sex acts from my wife every time. In fact it was obvious to me that Jack had displaced me as her prime sexual partner. Still he paid well and depending on the time of the month got a hand / blowjob or full enthusiastic intercourse when he insisted on always wearing a condom.

It seemed my wife trusted this big blond/grey haired blue eyed old Viking. Perhaps she was rather in love with him as she always screamed at him to impregnate her, although I realized she was originally doing this at his specific request. However I was convinced by the enthusiasm Carol put into begging him for his sperm that she genuinely wanted him to impregnate her. 

In fact on a couple of occasions she'd told him not to wear a condom despite her having no other method of birth control. But the old fellow was a gentleman and insisted on wearing one to her obvious disappointment.

After all, the pensioner was paying her so he'd bought the right to do her anyway he wanted. He now asked Carol in the middle of a furious fucking session "Who's the boss, who's the daddy? Is your husband the daddy or am I? I expected her to say I was, but the old basted had waited till my wife was on the brink of her orgasm before asking. She growled as she came, "You are Jack, you're the daddy!" 

He said, "Good," as he came in her, "I expect you to always confirm I'm the daddy as well as begging me to impregnate you every time we shag in future! "Yes Jack," she answered, "you're the 'fucking' daddy anyway cos he can't do me anymore!" 

One day he shocked Carol and me listening by saying he wanted to fuck her arse. She said no with a definite unapproachable voice. My lovely wife had never allowed me to do her up the arse because she said it wasn't natural and dirty so I hadn't persisted.

The old man pretended he accepted her decision but kept mentioning it again just at her point of orgasm. One day he asked her as she was cumming the hardest I've ever seen her. Offering a lot of money and saying it was his birthday the next week and he wanted her bum as his present. In her ecstasy she shouted, "Yes, YES you can fuck my arse for your birthday!" 

But by the next week she'd had second thoughts and been crying on and off all morning. I consoled her hugging her to me telling her everything would work out in the end if we both love each other. She was shaking and said, "But you don't understand Ken, I --!" But she didn't try to explain more; possibly she was ashamed of what she'd promised to do. 

She looked me in my eyes and said, "I'd die for you Ken and I'll do anything that's needed to keep our house and home together, but will never betray you! I suspected that this meant she'd made up her mind to refuse to have anal sex with her old lover.

I said, "I know that Carol, I trust you to do whatever you think you need for us. By the way this came this morning." It was another final notice about our arrears of mortgage threatening imminent foreclosure unless a lot of money was paid in by the end of the week. 

Carol read it silently, started crying and shaking again then said, "I love you so much Ken, I'll sort this out someway for our future! My cock immediately sprang to attention at the very thought of the sixty-five year old taking my wife's anal virginity while I watched him do her. 

He'd been only the second man to fuck her cunt but it now seemed likely that he'd be the first to shag her arse. My emotions were confused; I was both apprehensive and jealous at the same time. Already she'd sucked him off despite never doing it for me her husband, now this would be the second sexual treat he'd beaten me to.

The day came and she gave him a naked massage, he being the only man she didn't drape with a towel. She was still nervous with little tears running down her cheeks. Carol drew in a deep breath and started to say, "Jack – I don't think I," Before she said any more Jack kissed her hard on the lips, cutting short her negative protestations. 

She tried to break away but he was kissing her more passionately now and his hand vigorously rubbed her breasts and kitty. He was quite a psychologist this pensioner, he didn't bug her again about it just laid her on the bench and fingered her anus and clit at the same time. 

She was getting extremely worked up but he didn't let her cum. Instead he rubbed massage oil into her anus, trying to penetrate her with his finger while she clenched her sphincter muscles to prevent him doing so. But he persisted slowly entering her puckered hole with one finger then two. 

Gradually with Jack manipulating her clit and fingering her anus she weakened, saying in a low voice, "Alright Jack you can try to do me – there, but you've got to promise to stop if it hurts me too much?" Jack smiled and said softly, "Of course I'll be gentle Carol I love you too much to hurt you."

Jack had again said the right seductive things; by doing so he was going to get his way with my wife again. My cock was painfully hard and not only was I able to stand I was moving from foot to foot. 

Wantonly my lovely wife lowered herself off of the table and bent over pulling her buttocks apart to give Jack full access. I could clearly see her soaking swollen labia and puckered anus both twitching with lustful anticipation.

I watched Jack kissing her bottom and licking her brown hole; in fact after a while he managed to push his tongue right into her back entrance. But when we both expected his cock to replace his tongue he didn't do it, Instead he lifted her naked onto the table on her back and spread her legs lewdly wide open.

I'd never seen her labia so swollen, her innerlips protruding several inches and gaping so that her hole was like a cavern glistening with her juices and throbbing in almost orgasmic excitement. Her clitoris was pushing from its hood at least an inch and massively swollen with pressurized blood. She was so sexually excited no porn star would look more fuckable! 

My cock was so near to exploding without me even touching it just from this super sexual show for another man. I was standing now without holding on, I needed him to fuck her arse and fuck her cunt stupid myself strait afterwards. 

But what was Jack up to? It seemed he was going to fuck her vagina again instead of her arse hole. Though she was ultra sexually excided her face betrayed the fact that she was also disappointed as I was, we'd both got used to the idea of her having a completely new sexual adventure so anything else would be an anticlimax. 

However we were both wrong, Jack forced Carol's legs even further outwards and backwards over her shoulders. Then he placed his condom-covered cockhead on her perineum and dragged it till it was touching her virgin back entrance then pressed slowly in. Her sphincter muscles resisted at first but with all the massage oil and pussy goo covering his member the entrance muscles relaxed and allowed his cockhead to gently penetrate her.

Carol squeaked in pain as it entered her ring and I was afraid she'd demand he removed it because of the agony she was obviously in. But she didn't she clung more tightly to his back and closed her eyes. Slowly but surly Jack pushed his member in another inch. Now she was holding her lips clamped tight and tears of discomfort were trickling from her eyes. 

Soon I could see he had his whole length up her back passage and his balls touching her buttocks. He leaned towards her kissing her lips and again rubbed her clit by pushing his hand between them. He left his cock within my wife without movement until she got used to its presence. Then slowly started to move in a fucking motion and she responded. 

My wife said, "That's painful Jack, its such a naughty thing to do but your body's rubbing my clit as well so I'm almost ready to cum. With that he speeded up until he was fucking her really hard and fast. Carol's facial expression was a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Jack threw himself whole-heartedly into his anal assault. Carol was whimpering now, she said, "Fuck my arsehole Jack come up me darling I want it badly, don't you ever stop I want your cock up my bum forever --- I just didn't know! Oh lover I'm cumming Jack do me hard" then she screeched in agony and had an earth shattering orgasm. She wailed so loudly and shrilly I was worried our nearest neighbours two hundred yards away would hear her cries. 

I could hear Jacks groans and his buttocks clenching time after time as he shot his cum into her writhing body, into her big bobbling bum, up her arsehole. Eventually Jack dismounted from her as his cock withered, she kissed him as he left, telling him her arse was now owned by him, his cock would be the only one she'd allow to penetrate it and he could do it anytime he wanted. 

I was jealous of the old man; he'd got permission to do something she wasn't even going to let me do. On the other hand I was so proud of her because she'd been so adventurous and enduring the pain of her first anal penetration. She'd put aside her earlier revulsion at the idea to get us the money we so desperately needed. 

When the old man had left I called Carol to me, she walked into the gym with difficulty her legs held far apart. She also made the mistake of sitting down on the hard wooden chair, yelping in pain she leapt up immediately. I clasped her to me and although I knew what had caused her discomfort I was non-the less worried about her.

Had her paying lover damaged her sphincter, was her large bowl torn or bruised? She'd promised him he could have her bum again whenever he wanted it so I was sure he'd do her there regularly from then on. What a bastard I was, but what a turn on spying on the old man and her rutting at each other is, I'm dedicated to wife watching now I decided. 

I put my hand inside her lose shorts and felt her labia immediately realizing she hadn't replaced her G-string. She'd had to go to Soho to get these, as more sensible panties were the norm in those days. I rubbed her fat bum and she moved away from me a bit so I licked her pussy. Then being unable to resist it I licked her anal ring, it was gapping open so much I got most of my tongue in it. She jumped up in pain but grimacing, allowed me to do it. 

Perhaps she felt guilty about not letting me do her there and selling her favours instead. The expression on her face was one of questioning, why had I chosen that exact time to lick her arsehole, after all I couldn't know what Jack had just done up her ring could I? 

Carol still continued giving strait massages plus the occasional hand job. Though she did allow her original hand relief customer to have a blowjob as thanks for introducing Jack to her. But she resolutely refused to have full sex with him or anyone else but the old man.

Carol explained to Jack she still had morals even if they were her own rules that applied. She explained she was married to me and loved me dearly, but as I couldn't fuck her now she loved him and his cock in a purely carnal way, he was her sensual guru. 

Jack was pleased with this explanation and when she said she'd do anything for him except leave me. He smiled and said, "In that case I've a special favour to ask you. She replied that she'd do whatever he wanted. Jack said in that case he'd better explain and would pay her a lot of money for her help.

Jack said, "I've a young son who's coming up to his birthday that will make sex with him legal. But he's had real problems; he's only sexually matured in the last few weeks.

You see when out third child was born it wasn't possible to tell what sex it was, our baby was a hermaphrodite. There were both sets of male and female residual genitalia. It appears this isn't as unusual as you might think, but only people in contact with one understands the problems. 

Parents give them names and dress them in clothes that don't encourage them to live as either sex. My child we called Toni/Tony, dressed in a kilt and patent shoes that could belong to either conventional sex. We bought both boys and girls toys equally and waited to see which the child chose. 

The only conclusive way to be certain of their real sex is at puberty when one set of genitalia develops markedly. Obviously if the child had periods it's a girl and extra female hormones are giving to help her develop. 

This didn't happen to my child, he began to develop testicles and penis so the specialist injected him with male hormones to bring on full puberty. He now feels more male and is far happier. However he has the problem that he still looks rather feminine. Though I'm not anti gay or bi sexual males I don't want my son forced into that way of life unless this is what he chooses. 

There have been many gay men hanging around him all his life trying to tempt him. I've been able to protect him till now by having him educated at home but he doesn't know many girls as he wasn't interested until recently.

Carol what I'm asking you is to initiate him into sex; you're wonderful at it as I well know. You see your looks are ideal, as you closely resemble my deceased wife his mother. She was really the only adult female he'd a close relationship with so I'm sure he'll feel at home with you." 

"Wow," Carol said, are you kidding me Jack?" "No," he replied I'm deadly serious, what do you say? "Jack" she said, "You're asking me to have sex with a very young man who I've never met and who not only has never had sex but also doesn't have the first idea what to do!" 

"Yes Carol," Jack replied, "That's so, In fact I don't really know if he's capable of an erection or of having sexual relationships with a woman! But if he can't he'll probably end up like a she male just being a receptacle for men's cocks. 

That's not what I want for my son, please help me find the truth for love and money of course Carol, I beg you? The old man had tears in his eyes and a pleading expression on his face. 

Carol looked shocked, after a few seconds pause she said, "I don't know what to say Jack I can't get my head around what you've just told me. I'd like to help both of you but I must have a few days to consider if I could bring myself to do it morally and physically." 

Jack said, "I understand Carol, his birthday's next Friday and I'm prepared to pay you a £1000 if you'll help two worried men out! I'll phone you on Monday to get your answer. Then he went, leaving my wife looking perplexed in the extreme.

Even I couldn't tell what she'd do but resolved to try and influence her positively with out letting on I knew of the problem. 

My reasoning I'm ashamed to say was purely selfish, my cock was stiff again just at the thought of this possible exotically different liaison. My adoptive father had always said a stiff cock has no conscience, how right he was in my situation.

Now I'd just have to wait to find out what she decided!



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 04



My normally shy wife Carol had reluctantly taken over my male massage clients after I’d been crippled from the waist down. Being jealous I drilled a spy hole to watch her and after weeks of straightforward massages a client exposed himself to her and asked for a hand job, which she refused. But our finances were so bad she obliged him the next time. 

Amazingly my wife watching stimulated me so I regained feelings in my legs and penis. The higher blood pressure my voyeurism created had jumpstarted my paralysed lower half. 

Later an old man offered her badly needed money to do the massage topless and give him a blowjob. She was disinclined to do it as she’d even refused to suck me her husband. But we’d needed the money so she gave in. Eventually he became only the second man to fuck her, with him insisting on wearing a condom.

Jack the sixty-five year old was a master at seduction and even talked her into letting him fuck her arse even though she’d never done it before. She was in pain and ecstasy that first time, but she’d let him do things she’d refused to do with me.

I was in a quandary being jealous but needing to watch my shy woman turn into a slut wife that I had to have to continue my recovery. Now he’d asked her to initiate his hermaphroditic ‘son’ into sex. She’d hesitatingly said she would after he’d persuaded her during her orgasm. 

There were only a few days before Jack was bringing his child for a massage and hopefully more intimate attention from my wife. However Carol seemed distant, so I guessed she was having doubts. 

However I realized that it was only my wife watching voyeurism that was making me a whole man again physically. But what was it doing to me mentally? Even if I got my whole lower body function back I was now hooked on watching my wife give sexual favours to other men. It had become a fetish in its own right!

What my wife needed to tip the balance in Jacks favour was some more financial pressure. That was why I watched expectantly for a final demand or foreclosure letter, though felt guilty, as I should be wishing for the opposite.

But there were no threatening letters, then the day Jack had made the appointment for his ‘son’ several items clattered through the letterbox. Carol retrieved them and I could see one had our building society’s crest on it. I was relived, this would be the clincher I was sure.

I waited with baited breath as Carol prised it open. She read its contents but instead of looking pensive she smiled and handed it to me. It stated, ‘Thank you for reducing your arrears, thus our warning of possible foreclosure on your property is rescinded forthwith. 

We also have pleasure in confirming your application to extend the term of your mortgage has been accepted. Instead of your short-term ten-year contract at your request it has now been set at forty years. As a result your monthly payments will decrease to one third the original figure. 

My spirits dropped, this wasn’t what I’d hoped for. However she was watching my face expectantly for a pleased expression, so I forced myself to smile and say, “That’s wonderful news” 

I hugged her and she said, “Yes isn’t it great, I made the request months ago, now I won’t need to do so much ‘massage work.’ I’ve felt guilty making you spend so many hours alone in the gym while I’m next door massaging clients, we’ll be able to work out together in future. 

Later Carol took a phone call and looked agitated afterwards. I surmised from this she’d gone back on her agreement to initiate her lovers ‘son’ and he wasn’t pleased. 

When Jack turned up alone my wife said she was sorry about not being able to help with his ‘son’, as she was frightened. Then to my amazement Carol told Jack she’d let him fuck her kitty and arsehole for free to make up for it. 

The old man made a great effort with foreplay and had her screaming for entry, release and impregnation before he entered her pussy. She squealed, “This is the best sex I’ve ever had; you’re the daddy my sexual boss.” I was upset because she thought his sexual performance was better than mine. Even worse a unique voyeuristic experience watching my wife and his ‘son’ in sexual action was being denied me. 

But despite this disappointment I was sexually aroused more than ever. My god, I thought, perhaps it wasn’t just my wife’s sluttish behaviour with other men that was turning me on. Could it be I was sexually excited because she was humiliating me by doing this man forty years older than both of us!

Not only had she said with conviction that a sixty five year old man fucked her better than me, but her motive wasn’t what I’d imagined! I’d believed that my prudish shy little wife was reluctantly being forced into doing him because of the monetary crisis we were in. 

But we weren’t desperate for the cash anymore so she wasn’t forced to do anything against her will. Being financially solvent now allowed my wife the choice. I felt sick as I realized Carol was fucking this pensioner for free, because she lusted for HIM to penetrate her!

This little girl I’d grown up with and who had her first penetrating intercourse with me on our honeymoon was now a cuckolding slut by her own free choice! Since our marriage we’d hardly been out of each other’s sight; sharing everything even our working life. Never had she looked sexily at another male while I was with her or in our lovemaking broached the subject of sex with different partners.

At this moment I recognized how little I knew my wife, my only lover. Perhaps all her orgasms with me were achieved by her imagining it was another mans cock spewing its seed into her? Surprisingly the humiliation of these thoughts hadn’t made my cock flaccid. In fact without manual stimulation I ejaculated several times. 

I was mortified, this old man had been the first to have her suck his cock and cum in her mouth, god she’d even swallowed his spunk! Then my wife had let him take her anal cherry even though it had been painful for her. 

Not only that he’d been given sole sexual access to her arse. Meaning even if I regained my full capacity I’d not be allowed that privilege I’d longed for so long! I was crying with shame, I’d let the love of my life down I wasn’t man enough to satisfy my own wife. 

Carol wasn’t doing men for me to watch, not even being aware I was a voyeur and spying on her extramarital sex exploits, or that it was helping my recovery. My wife I thought I knew was cuckolding me because ‘she wanted to’ she was being unfaithful by her own choice!

Was her original prudery phoney all along? Perhaps she didn’t even fancy me and our marriage had all been a sham! Was I just an inconvenience for her to endure to have a stable home life? I was still sobbing and shaking with the degradation of it all.

Then an even worse thought came to me, maybe I subconsciously wanted to be humiliated and cuckolded, even to have other men impregnate my wife, for me to be her pliant servant? 

I remembered I’d even wanted her to let men fuck her cunt full of spunk and allow me the privilege of licking it from her pussy. Did I really want her to tell me their cocks were bigger than mine, to explain in mocking tones what a wimp I was as a so called lover? 

Would she laugh at me as she boasted how good every other mans cock felt and that she was going to have the other men’s babies and force me to provide for them! 

If she realized I had recovered would she only provide sexual relief for me in an off-handed way, perhaps while talking on the phone to one of her many lovers about how useless I was?

I’d been lost in my own thoughts and when the old man had finished cumming in my wife’s holes he left. I hadn’t heard their final conversation so assumed his child’s defloration would be passed to another more compliant female. 

Consequently when Jack arrived on the following Friday I expected him to strip for sex, but instead he pulled over the old screening so it was covering the door. Then surprisingly showed Carol his son’s birth certificate to prove the child had become of legal sexual age that very day. Why did he bother I thought, surly she’d take his word as a lover? 

I understood why soon enough when Jack returned with what seemed to be a child that I took to be his son. It appeared my wife had changed her mind after all! 

If this was the boy he was the prettiest male I’d ever seen. He was no more than five feet tall and extremely skinny with a head of white blond curly hair. The boy shyly kept looking at the floor seemingly embarrassed with his situation.

Jack said “Daren this is Carol, she’s going to look after you for a couple of hours, I’ll be in the car so I’ll take you home when you want. The boy moved as if to dash to the door but looked up and saw my wife. He said in cracked tone of a boy whose voice was just starting to break, “Mummy.” And smiled. 

Jack said, “I’m going now.” But from my spy hole I noted with surprise although he opened and shut the door he didn’t go through it but crouched down behind the screen! 

It appeared we had two voyeurs here today, this wasn’t fair Carol was my slut wife so I should have the sole viewing rights, I decided. But then remembered Jack was paying well for this and it was his ‘son’ she was going to ‘look after’ today. In any case I’d no choice but to accept it or I’d reveal my wife watching habits! 

I looked across and saw Jack open a gap in the screen and one eye and side of his face appeared. His eye looked strait at me and closed in an obvious wink. I pulled my face back from my spy hole and then cautiously looked again at the cloth screen. 

What I saw was Jack pulling the curtaining further apart, giving me a thumb’s up sign followed by him putting a finger to his lips in a keep quiet gesture. There was no doubt about it, he knew I was there watching my wife and expecting some sexual action. I felt ashamed but was already aroused so didn’t want to leave my vantage point and had to share with my wife’s lover what Carol and the lad would do! 

I looked back at my wife; the feminine looking boy was sucking Carol’s tits as if he was a baby. He stopped for a second and said, “You’re exactly like my mummy was Carol, blond beautiful with huge breasts and long nipples.” Carol was cooing to the small childlike waif cuddling him and rocking him as if he was indeed her baby. 

“Daren,” Carol said in a soothing tone, “Do you want to tell me what you know about girls and sex while I massage your back?” He replied, “May I mummy Carol, I’d like that?” Carol undressed the boy as if he was her son and stripped herself until she was only wearing her G-string and high heels. 

She laid him out on his front and started to rub oil into his shoulders, I noticed he had no hairs on his legs and his back was smooth as a peach. Daren started to talk in a strange cracked falsetto, “My father said he told you I wasn’t certain what sex I was, because the doctors say I’m a hermaphrodite or the third gender Mummy Carol?” “Yes,” she replied, “that’s not a problem.” 

The boy continued, “You see surprisingly my sexual diversity problem occurs in one in every twenty-five thousand births! I was educated at home by a lovely big black lady; she was married to Mr. Alie’s driver and bodyguard. They had one daughter the same age as me called Daisy who I played with. We were best friends; sometimes we would both dress as girls and pretend to be bridesmaids. At other times she wanted to play mother and fathers so I had to dress as the man. 

We swam in the islands lake together naked and we looked at and stroked each other’s genitals. Daisy said I was lucky to have the chance to be either sex but wanted me to become a boy marry her and give her my babies. I said I wanted to marry her which was true but I was also in love with my mummy. 

Mummy let me bath with her and sometimes if father was away sleep in her bed.” “Up to what age did you do this with your mother,” Carol asked, while you were small I suppose?” “Oh no Mummy Carol, I did it up till last year when mummy died.” The boy had a tear in his eye as he said it. 

Mummy let me suck her breasts and look and feel her all over whenever I wanted so I know how lovely women are Mummy Carol. But I didn’t know what the sexes did to each other. My black girlfriend Daisy said she did and we could spy on her parents doing it. 

We hid in a wardrobe and watched as my huge fat black lady tutor Mary, Daisy’s mother spread her legs and her father put his cock in her vast pussy. I was fascinated by her father’s huge weapon; it was massive, around fifteen inches long, a thick truncheon of black ebony. He was nearly seven feet tall and we watched as his rippling muscles gripped Daisy’s mothers’ massive body as he repeatedly thrust his long cock into her pussy like a piston. 

I was confused mummy Carol, in some ways I wanted to have this gigantic man’s huge weapon in me the same as he was doing to his wife. On the other hand I realized he’d split me in two if he did. But his cock size also made me feel inadequate, I could never grow such a big penis as that so I’d never be a real man and marry Daisy and my mother. 

I assumed all men had fifteen-inch long cocks so I could never match up and no woman would want a little boy like me with a tiny penis. I was right wasn’t I mummy Carol, no woman would want a man with a little one would they? 

Carol kissed the boy on his skinny bum and said, “No you’ve got that wrong Daren, for instance my husbands cock is merely two inches long normally and only gets to six inches when he’s got an erection. Despite this he could fuck me adequately before he was crippled from the waist down and can’t do me anymore! 

This shattered me, that my loving wife only ranked my cock and lovemaking as adequate! She’d never complained to me but now she’d had Jacks nine-inch knob I’d been assigned to the mundane ranks. 

Daren said, “But mummy Carol your husband’s cock is still much bigger than mine, I know you wouldn’t let me fuck you with my tiny dick?” “I will Daren,” Carol said reassuringly, “I’m going to let you fuck me now as your birthday present from me. Turn over lover and I’ll show you how to make love to a woman. With that she took off her G-string and let the boy feel her pussy. 

The boy turned on his back and lay rigid expecting her to laugh at his genitals. She didn’t, Carol just parted his legs and started to lick and finger him in a way that allowed me a full view of his equipment. 

He had ambiguously formed genitalia what appeared to be a stunted penis or huge clitoris he had small marble sized balls in a divided scrotum. Between his balls I could see a slit no more than an inch long that was I assume a residual vagina. 

My wife licked the little fleshy button and it started to grow into a baby penis about two inches long. Carol was giving him the benefit of her newfound cock sucking experience and his face showed he was in seventh heaven. 

Daren said, “Mummy Carol my little cock feels all funny and you promised I could fuck you, can I have you now please?” Carol replied, “Of course Daren, but I have to put a rubber on you first.” She picked up a small packet with a foreign symbol on it undid it and rolled an extremely small condom in his miniscule prick. 

Then she mounted him, parting her fat labia and opening her vagina and squatted down to allow him access. He was so excited in entering a female for the first time he only managed three mini thrusts into my wife before he came. He screamed, “Mummy Carol I’ve cum in you I’m not a virgin any more I’m a man at last! 

This whole situation was so erotic I’d wanked myself silly and cum over the gym wall again. The boy was only my wife’s third lover after all and I couldn’t begrudge this poor very confused lad use my wife’s kitty for a short while could I? 

Strait after this I noticed Jack open and close the door as if he’d been outside and come in to the two lovers. Daren shouted like a small child who’s just been given a warm puppy, “Father I’ve just cum in Mummy Carol’s kitty, can I marry her and Daisy now? Jack wrapped a blanket round the boy and carried him out saying thank you to Carol and giving me a wink once more. 

By this time I’d decided I wasn’t a wimp; I’d be able to impregnate Carol if she’d let me. I was determined to win my wife’s love once again and when I realized she hadn’t cum I called her to the gym.

Immediately I pulled her to me, kissed her passionately and fingered her labia and clitoris. When I judged she was feeling good I said, “Carol, I’ve got something to demonstrate and ask you! With that I stood up and put her hand on my cock, which had stiffened again. 

Carol said, “That’s wonderful Ken I’m so happy for you, what do you want to ask me?” I spoke in a burst in case she stopped me. “Now I can cum again I want you to suck my cock then I want to fuck your cunt and arse hole! Carol, will you let me be your husband again properly, I desperately want to make babies with you please?

“Yes she shouted I want and need babies myself as soon as possible but my period is due tomorrow so I’ll give you your first blow job now then in ten days time we’ll start fucking to put your babies in my womb. 

Carol sucked me dry that evening and we talked of nothing but her being impregnated by me at the end of the next week. The day after Jack phoned to thank her for doing his son and she told him the good news that we were going to start trying for a baby as soon as her period finished.

I was a little peeved that she’d told her lover our secret but after all he’d been given his chance at impregnating her but turned the offer down. I was grateful to the old man for that and Carol and I were madly in love again like when we were first married. 

Then the morning before our impregnation fucking was to start we both received letters. They were in identical handwriting and stationary that neither of us recognized. Carol said, “We’d better open them I suppose to find out darling.”

My sexy wife started to read the first few sentences then collapsed white faced in a state of shock! “What’s the matter Carol,” I asked scared at her reaction, is it another problem with our mortgage?” 

Carol stammered, “No not our mortgage I wish it was as simple as that ---- I ----just can’t believe, this -- it must be wrong I---- open your letter and see what it says I can’t even tell you it’s too shocking.” She started to sob uncontrollably, when I went to put my arms around and comfort her she pushed me away. “Read the letter Ken, for gods sake read your letter!” 

What was in these letters I wondered that had caused my wife such shock and anguish? My god, I suddenly remembered Jack knew I was a voyeur spying on Carol my slut wife. What if he’d written a letter telling her about me watching her in the hope she’d take exception and dump me, I couldn’t live with myself if that was the case! 

What an earth was in this envelope? I’d no option so started opening it with fear and trepidation! 



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 05



My wife Carol and I had been adopted as children by the same family so grew up as if we were brother and sister. Carol Jones and I Ken Smith eventually fell in love and married when we were both eighteen, I was a month older than my wife and we were both virgins until our wedding night. 

We lived in a country cottage and massaged clients of our own sex until I'd been crippled from the waist down. Reluctantly my wife took over my male massage customers. I was jealous and drilled a spy hole to watch her; eventually to rescue our chaotic finances she did sexual favours for her customers. 

Amazingly watching my wife with other men stimulated me so much I'd regained some feelings in my lower body. Later a sixty five year old man offered her badly needed money for a topless blowjob, which she eventually gave him. Later he becomes only the second man to fuck her and the first to have her arse. He also persuaded her to initiate his hermaphroditic 'son' into sex. 

With my health improved by my voyeurism I was able to have sex again; my wife agreed with me we should try for a baby. We'd even set a date to start attempting impregnation, after seven years of marriage we were as much in love as the first night. 

However on the very day that should been our happiest we received a letter each in handwriting neither of us recognized. My wife started to read hers first but after taking in just the first few sentences collapsed white faced in a state of shock! I asked her what the problem was, she stammered, "I ----just can't believe, this -- it must be wrong I---- open your letter and see what it says, I can't even tell you it's too shocking." She sobbed uncontrollably; "read the letter Ken, for gods sake read your letter!"

I opened the letter with trembling hands, what could it say that caused my wife such anguish? Could it be I was to be exposed as the compulsive wife-watching voyeur I'd become?

The letter didn't mince words it started, 'Ken my name's Jack, Carol has just told me the two of you are about to try for a baby, unfortunately that wouldn't be wise in your case!

I have a secret that I must explain and I hope you will forgive me for telling you and probably shattering your worlds. There's no way I can soften the blow so here it is.

Ken, your wife Carol and you are brother and sister in fact twins, I'm your father!

I realize you've been completely unaware of this as your mother and I took great pains to cover it up. 

Several years later we had our third child Daren, your brother but as you know there was a problem as he was diagnosed as a hermaphrodite or the third gender.

We were both shattered at what that condition would do for our child and decided just in case it was caused by us being twins we should have no more children. We remembered as you two were perfect it was probably just coincidental and not because of our incestuous relationship. But we couldn't take the risk so in the end Jenny your mother had herself sterilized. 

The problem is, as well as you two being brother and sister, your twin's born by your twin parents incestuous relationship. That could double up any abnormalities in the gene pool so children you have could inherit lots of problems!

I urge you, please don't go ahead with your mutual impregnation plan! I'm so sorry to give you this news that I'm sure will devastate your lives. 

If you don't believe me I'll understand, its all entirely my fault but things just happened, we were only human after all. If you don't hate me too much already there's more details in the other envelope plus some photos of your mother!' 

We were both sobbing now, completely shattered by these incredible revelations. We hugged each other shaking uncontrollably, with great difficulty I tried to speak. "Carol this is-- implausible – outlandish, can't be true can it?" 

Carol looked sadly into my eyes and sobbed out, "Its staggering if it's true, Ken, surly it's impossible – perhaps Jack's just jealous of you?" "Yes of course," I replied with some relief, although I dare not let on I knew Jack had been shagging my wife. "Lets just ignore it Carol and start making our babies?"

Carol seemed more in control now but said, "I want your babies so much Ken, but I think we should just check the rest of the letter and photos to see how far he will go to try to kid us?" I wasn't sure about this but against my real inclination I agreed. With shaking hands I lifted out the next sheet and began to read it out loud. 

"You have birth certificates that show you as being Ken Smith born on the 21st of June and your wife as Carol Jones born on the 10th of July the same year. 

The truth is these are forgeries I had made up to protect you, or so I thought. You're really Ken Brown born on the 31of July at 11.45 your wife is Carol Brown your twin born on the 1st of august at 0.25.

We left you on the steps of an orphan's home; Carol was abandoned at a police station over a thousand miles away from you a month later. I'd had the fake birth certificates made so that we couldn't be traced and nobody could guess you were born of our incestuous relationship. Your own certificate was left with each of you and we hoped they wouldn't check up on the authenticity of them. 

So you see there should have been no way you would be connected as siblings. We thought it was for the best. It was only a month ago that I was able to trace you both. It took me a long time to piece together what had happened to you in the intervening years. 

It was purely coincidental that Carol was moved to the same home as you. It seems the manager of the northern home where the police had taken your sister moved south to take over the home that you were also living in. 

They wanted to adopt the beautiful blond blue-eyed girl and got permission to transfer her when they moved. Unfortunately his wife died and Carol was put up for adoption again. When another couple picked out our lovely daughter she was toddling round with a blond boy. 

You were the other child and they adopted both of you believing you were unrelated, as it seems your fake certificates hadn't been queried. For some reason they didn't change your names to theirs but left you with these false ones.

So you were brought up thinking you came from different families and married. Legally your marriage isn't valid, if the truth got out it would be annulled. However you didn't know you were related so were blissfully unaware you were committing incest!" 

I could write so much more but it would be better if I could meet you both and answer the many questions you must have, then it gives his phone number. 

That was the end of the letters, "What do you think Ken?" Carol said with a quiver in her voice. "I—don't really know Carol," I replied, "The man knows our names and that our birth certificates were found with us, but he could have found this out from the homes records! Well I suppose we'd better check the photographs?" "Ok," she replied with tension still evident in her tone. 

I picked out the first print and it startled both of us, as it was an exact copy of the one Carol had treasured since it was left with her when she was abandoned. The second print made us both gasp, it looked like a picture of me and Carol dressed in old-fashioned clothes. But what made it more poignant was the two babies in the woman's arms. The words on the back spelled out Jack and Jenny Brown with their twins Carol and Ken. 

This was the clincher, "What shall we do Ken?" Carol said in a panicky voice, without discussing the photos, there was no point as it was now cut and dried Jack was telling the truth after all. I felt faint but replied. We'd better phone Jack and get him to fill us in with the details don't you think!" "Yes," Carol said in a quiet voice, I'd better phone him as I've met him before. 

God yes she'd met him all right, he'd fucked her kitty, bum and mouth, shagged his own daughter, that was deliberate incest after all! My own father had cuckolded me; the trouble was I wasn't supposed to know that was I. So I just mumbled "OK." My wife kissed me and said, "I want babies so much Ken I was so looking forward to making them with you, now --- I just don't know." 

Carol phoned and arranged the meeting, when Ken our father arrived he hugged us both and said how happy he was to meet me for the first time, as he already knew Carol. I thought yes you know her in the biblical sense as well, but couldn't let on at that moment perhaps I'd tackle him about it when Carol wasn't around. 

Jack our father said, "I'm sorry we weren't around to look after you. I'll explain it a bit at a time if that's alright?" We both nodded agreement while still stunned by the turn of events. "Don't try to make sense of it all at once just ask me questions," Jack said, 

"I'll answer them and we can try to get our lives into some order again.

I asked him, "Jack, you said in your letter you arranged forged birth certificates for us, how come you could get ones that were so authentic looking they were taken as real?" Carol said, "Yes Jack I was wondering that as well? 

Jack answered, "Well my children the reason was that your birth certificates were authentic forms filled in correctly, it was just the information that was bogus. Jenny had given birth to you but she'd refused to name the father. As she said she was in enough trouble as it was without others knowing her own brother had impregnated her in an incestuous act.

We wanted you two to have legitimate birth certificates as far as possible, it was your mother Jenny that came up with a possible solution. Our next-door neighbour Jane worked in the office that issued the certificates. Jenny told me to beg the lady to take a couple of copies for us, as she reasoned if she asked her the woman may insist on knowing who the father was first.

Now do you want me to tell you just the bare bones of what happened or all the grizzly details?" Carol answered, "Please tell us everything that you and our mum did, don't hold anything back, I need to know all the whys and wherefores so I can get my head around my, our changed lives!" I agreed with her so he started to answer this part of his tale. 

"Jane was a big fat lady of indeterminate age," Jack said, "who did little to look after her appearance. We both felt sorry for her however as her husband was a massively fat drunkard who we could hear through the adjoining wall of our semis screaming abuse at her when he returned drunk from the pub he frequented every night. 

It was common knowledge he was a wife beater and poor Jane was seldom without a black eye or other evidence of this revolting mans violence. However she never reported the beast, making excuses for her bruises, like she'd hit herself on a door. I'd overheard her confide to another woman that she accepted this as part of married life. She said she'd taken her vows seriously to love and obey her husband and in any case had nowhere to run to.

The husband Alf who always smelt of alcohol had no such qualms, loudly proclaiming that all females were sluts for his amusement. The drunkard would try to grab any female's breasts or arse if he got near enough. Leering at them while he made remarks about their bodies, telling them not to be silly when they inevitably pulled away in disgust. He proclaimed in self-righteous tones he knew they all wanted him to fuck them, or accused then of being lesbians for resisting his charms. 

We both felt sorry for Jane and when I called one evening to ask her for help, she was sympathetic to my request. However she said she was too scared to steal the certificates, as she'd lose her job if they found out. As her disgusting husband had never worked a day in his life they depended on her money to live and the beast expected enough for his boozing. Jane started to cry saying Alf would do for her if she couldn't provide his beer money he considered was his right. 

She started to cry so I held her in my arms to comfort her. Then holding on to me tight she told me her other problems. She said she was thirty-nine years old; the poor woman looked more like fifty to me with her fatness, unkempt look and lined face from perpetual worrying. 

She went on to say that she'd married to have children, but Alf who was twenty years older than her didn't as he said it would use up his beer money. Then the poor woman really shocked me by saying, "Jack do you know I'm still a virgin after nearly twenty years of marriage? Alf won't have vaginal sex with me in case he makes me pregnant and it affects his lifestyle. 

By now I'd heard more than I wanted to know and tried to get her back to obtaining our certificates. She hadn't finished however and continued, "Jack he won't give me a baby but he still makes me have sex with him the way he demands.

Jack he buggers me, he sticks his little cock up my arse or makes me suck him off!

That's if he can get it up with his usual brewers droop. But that's not all he lays me down on my front and spanks my bum with his hand, belt or cane. 

When he's made my buttocks red raw he stuffs his fist inside my vagina and pumps it in and out roughly. Calling me a slag and accusing me of fucking every male in the neighbourhood while he's out boozing, which is completely untrue. 

The terrible thing is after all that abuse although I try not to, I cum, I've got used to being abused, even to like it in a perverse way. I'm just as bad as my ogre of a husband; after all Alf says I'm fat and ugly so no other man would look at me! Do you think its all my fault Ken for being so unattractive for him?" 

I looked into her tear filled unmade up eyes, the poor woman was not pretty but she had the lost vulnerability of a child. I held her closer and said, "Your husband's wrong you're a very attractive woman!" Then kissed her tenderly.

This was meant to be just a peck to reassure her but it released all her pent up emotions in an avalanche of repressed passion. She fastened her lips on mine holding me to her in a vice like grip. She kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth, despite myself I was responding to this big soft woman. 

Soon her hand forced its way into my trousers and grabbed my cock that she started to wank slowly. Jane said, "Jack please take pity on me, make love to me, if you do in exchange I'll get the certificates you want and have them filled in and counter signed, anything you say if you'll just fuck my cunt!

What could I do but say yes? I hadn't fancied this old looking fat woman, but I was sorry for her and as she'd made my cock hard I was easily persuaded. Jane literally ripped my clothes from my body and stripped herself nude in seconds. Still keeping me hard with her wanking hand.

I looked at her body her massive boobs were not firm like Jennies but hung down with their own weight to her navel. I'd never seen anything like this and far from being put off it made me lust for her body. I buried my face into her pendulous breasts and sucked on her two inch long distended teats. 

When I'd feasted on them for several minutes I had a burning desire to suck her kitty so licked my way down over her big flabby tummy to her over fat thighs. Jane didn't trim her pubic hairs that was certain as I forest of thick black thatch met my lips. I was having difficulty finding her pussy between her rolls of fat and the copious hair.

But she spread her legs wide and back over her head, opening her pussy lips wide with her hands. The sight was erotic in the extreme her outer lips were massive, hanging like two slabs of dark brown liver, while her inner labia were soft and pink like a young girls. 

At the top of her vee this surprisingly sexy woman had a clitoris over two inches long sticking out from its hood, quite obviously engorged with blood by her passion. Lower her virgin vulva was like a bright red cavern that had been widened by her violent husbands pumping fists. 

I had to have this wonderful woman's cunt, in her case that was the only description, it was too huge and earthy to be called a pussy or kitty! I said, "I've got to fuck you Jane where are the condoms?" "Silly boy," Jane replied, "That prat refuses to use one or have them in the house. But don't worry, fuck me bare back and impregnate me if you can, I want a baby desperately and I can tell him he missed my bum hole when he was drunk and did me properly!

Within seconds I put my cock right into her and with the first thrust broke her hymen. She gasped but grabbed my bum and pulled as much of my nine-inch cock in her as possible as she writhed it continuous orgasms. Screaming at the top of her voice, "Fuck me Jack, cum up me lover, impregnate my womb, do meeee! 

I could feel her two massive wet labia slapping against my balls, my throbbing cockhead caressing the velvety walls of her clasping cunt. Then my cock head met the soft end of her tunnel and was clasped by a second warm ring deep inside her tube, which pulsated around my cock head.

The extra stimulation was so exquisite I couldn't hold on any longer and shot my wad right into her womb, I grunted, "I love you Jane I'm putting my baby in your fat cunt now!" Yesss she screamed, make me have your baby give me as many as possible, twins, triplets I don't care just fuck your sperm right up me. 

Even then we couldn't stay still, Jane was still writhing in continuous orgasms with the release of years of sexual tension. With such an intense internal cunt muscle massage my cock didn't deflate and we fucked solidly for over an hour. Jane having countless earth shaking orgasms and me spewing four loads of cum into her unprotected and completely vulnerable uterus. 

We were so engrossed in our shagging marathon neither of us noticed the time and the spell was broken by the sound of her drunken husband stumbling and crashing up the only stairs. I was trapped; the monster would kill me for cuckolding him for sure! 


Jane said, bloody hell, get into the wardrobe and I'll let you out when he drops into his drunken stupor. "I'd just managed to gather my clothes and hide naked in the closet before her drunken husband burst into the bedroom. 

The beast shouted, "Have you been fucking all the men in the street again you slut!" Jane replied, "No husband just one toy boy tonight!" "Don't you be cheeky to me you fucking slag!" the drunkard yelled, "I'll whip you for that" With that he laid her across the bed with her big fat arse towards me as I watched through the slats of my enforced prison. He ripped the knickers off that she'd hastily donned before he arrived. 

If he hadn't been so drunk he'd have seen the white streams of my spunk running like a stream from her vagina. He didn't notice the sticky goo and started to slap her arse time after time until it was red. My first instinct was to rush out and punch him to the ground but it would give us away. Then I noticed with surprise I was becoming turned on by watching this happen, I was enjoying being a voyeur to others sex acts. 

He'd finished beating her and dropped his trousers and baggy underpants and shoved his small cock up her arse hole. In just three thrusts his fat bum twitched as he came and immediately pulled it out. Then violently he thrust his whole fist inside her massive cunt, not noticing the cream pie of my spunk and her juices. She shuddered in orgasm from his violent entry but he didn't seem to care, he wanted dominance over her not for her to get pleasure.

Within seconds he'd collapsed onto the bed and was snoring in a deep drunken sleep. Jane opened my temporary prison door and noticed my once again hard cock. She looked at me and said, "So you enjoy watching others sex acts as well then Jack, we mustn't waste this opportunity must we?" "Lets get downstairs then." I said. But she'd have none of it and pulled my cock into her cunt right there on the bed where her husband was still sleeping it off. 




Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 05



As before we fucked each other hard with Jane screaming at the top of her voice, Fuck me Jack, shoot your sperm in my cunt, impregnate me lover! I could see her husband's eyes lolling open pointing in our direction but thankfully dead to the world. The whole situation turned me on so much I was able to shoot two more loads of spunk into her cunt.

When we were sated I got dressed but this wasn't the last of my experiences that night. Jane said watch this and she squatted over her husband's open mouth and allowed my spunk to drip into it. Then she peed into it and all over the recumbent man. She kissed me goodnight and said in the morning she'd laugh at him for peeing himself. She said she'd get the certificates for us but wanted servicing regularly until she got pregnant by me!

I staggered next door where your mother was sitting up waiting for me. Jenny said, "Well you enjoyed asking fat old Jane for the birth certificates it seems, I could hear you fucking her for hours you're a slag Jack." I said in a shamed low voice, "I'm so sorry Jenny I --." She cut me off, "Don't apologise, I was upset at first listening to you shagging that old fat woman, I thought how could you. But then her screams for you to impregnate her turned me on and I wanked my self to several orgasms. 

The following night Jenny went next door with me and watched me fucking Jane. In fact she was so worked up she stripped and lowered her kitty onto Jane's face. Neither woman had ever even thought of having sex with another female before and eventually we all climaxed together. 

We repeated out threesome most days. Sometimes they left me out, the two girls grinding their pussies together, their splayed legs either side of each other's bodies until they had mutual orgasms. 

Soon Jane announced she was pregnant with my twins and Impudently Jenny congratulated old Alf on being about to become a father. 

The old drunkard put out his hands and mauled her tits saying, "That's because my wife's got a real man to have sex with, what about me shagging you tonight love!" 

Jenny replied with a wink to me, "No I don't think so Alf I'm not up to having sex with a stud like you, but I agree with you, your wife has got a real man to shag her! 

The fat drunkard swaggered off sneering triumphantly, still with no idea he'd been cuckolded by me and my even my wife! 

After Jack finished this part of his story Carol looked dreamy then said, "They all had babies, I want to have lots of children, I agree you two can't be allowed to father them so I expect you to come up with a way I can be impregnated but still live with you because I love you both? 

Well, how are you going to arrange my pregnancy?



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 06



I'm Ken Smith; I was adopted at the same time as a girl called Carol Jones by one family, so grew up as if we were siblings. When we were just still eighteen we married and were both virgins until our wedding night. Later we started our own massage business, though we each only dealt with clients of our own sex. 

That was until I was unable to carry on as I'd been crippled from the waist down in an accident. Grudgingly my wife took over my male customers, though I was jealous and drilled a spy hole to watch her. Eventually under extreme pressure from our chaotic shortage of finances she reluctantly agreed to perform sexual favours for her male clients. 

Amazingly watching my wife with other men stimulated me so much I'd regained feeling in my lower body. Jack a sixty five year old man paid her badly needed money for a topless blowjob. Later he becomes only the second man to fuck her and the first to have her arse. He also persuaded her to initiate his hermaphroditic 'son' into sex. 

With my health improved by voyeurism I was able to have sex again; so my wife agreed with me we should try for a baby. We'd agreed to attempt her impregnation that was just before we received an unexpected letter, when my wife read it she collapsed in shock! 

She stammered, "I ----just can't believe, this -- it must be wrong I---- read this letter, Ken, for gods sake read the letter!" What had caused my wife such anguish? Had I been exposed as the compulsive wife-watching voyeur I'd become?

But we were in a far more distressing predicament altogether! Jack the old man told us we shouldn't have children together as we were brother and sister in fact twins and he was our lost father! Worse still we'd been conceived by his incestuous relationship with his own twin sister.

They had one more child; our brother Daren but there was a problem as he was diagnosed as a hermaphrodite or of the third gender. As they were concerned that their incestuous relationship had contributed to his problems Jenny our mother had herself sterilized. 

Jack warned if we had offspring it would double up the chance of abnormalities in the gene pool and they could inherit problems! He urged us because of this not go ahead with our impregnation plan! 

We had a meeting with Jack our father and he offered to answer our questions. 

He explained how he'd been able to get us authentic birth certificate forms with false particulars on. He'd done so by fucking and impregnating the fat lady who worked in the office that supplied them. 

It was Carol that suggested we should all put our cards on the table about our sexual needs and problems. We agreed, although I was worried about how frank we could be without tearing our relationship apart, especially as my wife asked me to go first.


With trepidation and shame I realized that Jack knew I was a voyeur so I couldn't cover up my disgusting obsession. I said, "Carol I've only ever had sex with you, but I became jealous of your male massage clients. Then I ---- well I ---- made myself a spy hole from the gym into the massage parlour. 

I swear Carol; I did it originally to try to protect you if something went wrong. But then I --- started to get feelings in my legs and --- penis. With every sexual act you did with other men --- the more I got turned on and slowly recovered use of my lower half. 

Carol I said with tears of humiliation, "I feel I've let you down, encouraging you to act as a sex object, allowing you to sell your body, to prostitute yourself to save our home. I'm so sorry!" Can you ever forgive me Carol please?

My wife held my hands and hugged me to her breast. She kissed me tenderly and said, "There's nothing to forgive lover, come on let it all out, tell me all about your feelings." 

I looked at my lovely wife with love and continued, "Carol when you were fucking another man I got so turned on I came without touching myself, it's so degrading. You see I felt inadequate and yet had this overriding compulsive need to watch you cuckolding me; I even had an intense but biologically illogical desire to see you being impregnated by another man. 

How could a husband want this for his own wife that he loved so much? I felt humiliated by allowing other men to touch you. I was such a wimp for being unable to protect you and worse still I hated myself for actually enjoying watching and wanting it to happen to you. Shamefully even these feelings of humiliation and my own degradation turned me on and made my cock hard. 

By then, watching you have sex with others was making me recover my own sexual competence and coming to my senses at last, I wanted you to have my children. I'd just persuaded you to have my babies when Jack gave us that terrible news that's completely shattered me. I do love you Carol, so much it hurts, please don't leave me now you know I'm your brother as well as your husband, I need you!" Then I broke down in uncontrolled shaking and sobbing. 

Carol hugged me again and said, "Before you blame yourself too much Ken I'd better tell you my story. I noticed strait away that you'd made a spy hole, that's because you hadn't cleaned up the drill debris properly. I was mad at first, how dare you I thought, then I reasoned if you wanted to watch me massaging men's bodies what harm would it do. As you were paralysed it couldn't have been with a sexual motive but to protect me.

However knowing you were watching me Ken reignited my exhibitionist tendency. So I started to do sexually naughty things for some of my male massage clients at their request, being deliberately sluttish and unfaithful to you for the money they offered. 

At the same time I always ensured you could see everything, being watched gave me a real sexual buzz. So you've got nothing to blame yourself for Ken, I enjoyed putting on a show for you and as it has revitalized your body so no harm was done."

"I'm so relived Carol," I said, "But can I ask why you seem to prefer old men instead of the young hansom ones you could have had sex with?" 

There are several reasons," Carol replied, "The minor ones are that young men could become possessive and want to take me away from you who I love deeply and will never leave. Also most had wives and young children and no way did I want to break up their families. 

However the main reason is, as well as my exhibitionism I've developed a fetish about old men, especially ones with huge cocks. I'd better explain how this obsession developed and had almost been veiled by my psyche while we were happy together.

Since you were crippled I hadn't had sex and my longings returned to tempt me to cuckold you. To be truthful I've many, some may think rather kinky sexual obsessions. I hadn't played out any before you were injured and probably wouldn't have gone ahead with them had you been sexually available. 

One was to earn money with my pussy, to charge men, preferably old men to fuck me for payment. Sometimes when we had sex I imagined I was a call girl servicing a John for the money. I'd even been tempted to get a separate phone and advertise in men's magazines for really old men to fuck me a slut wife. I'd then send in a lewd photograph of myself and caption it, only men over fifty need apply, the older the better.

But I never had the nerve to get the photo taken so didn't go ahead with it. Our new situation after you were crippled allowed me the opportunity to incorporate three of my naughty obsessions at once. I could fuck old men for payment and exhibit my body and infidelity to you my crippled husband who couldn't stop me even if he wanted to. So will you forgive me Ken, you're married to a dirty old mans prostitute and exhibitionist? 

I said, "Of course Carol I really love you and your quirky sexuality makes you even more alluring, perhaps my accident had a silver lining after all! But I'd like to hear how your obsessions developed if Jack doesn't mind?"

"Please continue Carol," Jack confirmed, "it's fine with me, I find all things about kinky sex erotic!" 

One day several months after I had become of legal sex age and six months before we got married. I was messing around with our aunt's makeup in their bedroom and found some sexy magazines. I had to have a look, there were a lot of pretty girls with large breasts but there was also some studs posing with them. These guys had really big cocks and what surprised me most was although the girls looked in their twenties the guys were old at least fifty or sixty. 

I read some of the stories in the magazines and they were all about how big the old men's cocks were. Also these girls gushed about how they were turned on by the old men's massive dicks.

The stories described in graphic detail why they were so much more sexually fulfilling than younger guys. I got the message that young guys were just out to get there own rocks off and not interested if it was good for the females. How the old men had learned to have so wonderful control and took much more time to bring the girls to orgasm because they had so much sexual experience. 

The letters pages were full of stories by young women who had married old men or had taken one as her lover. It seemed normal that the men would be twenty years older than the ladies. They invariably had far bigger cocks as well and spent a long time with foreplay making sure their ladies were ready. These old men would always bring their woman to multiple orgasms before coming themselves and still stay hard when they had come ready to fuck her again. 

There were other considerations to, these old guys had already made there way in the world. They had top executive positions and vast salaries. One girl explained how she now lived in a mansion with a swimming pool and servants. When she lived with a young hansom guy they never had any money and as both had to work flat out so were usually too tired for sex. 

I'd thought women actually married the rich old men for their money. But girl after girl explained this wasn't right; it was for their bigger cocks that worked so much better at pleasing them. 

I was engrossed in a very steamy story where the seventy-year-old man had a twelve-inch dick. I was rubbing my pussy vigorously when I was almost caught with my pants down literally, when I heard our aunty and uncle coming up the stairs so I hid under their bed. As you know Ken they weren't blood relatives and we just called them aunt and uncle. 

I couldn't believe it when they both stripped naked; I was scared and curious at the same time. I could see the naked couple's reflection in a full-length mirror. Aunty had a great hairy gash between her legs. But it was our sixty-year-old uncle's cock that grabbed my attention it was a monster, ten inches long and thicker than my forearm.

So the magazines were true then, old men did have bigger cocks! I stared at their reflection as the old man rammed his thing fully into aunties snatch and got a ferocious rhythm going. Aunty squealed so much I was worried that massive weapon was hurting her. But she started to talk loudly and excitedly, "Fuck me harder with your big fat cock husband, shove it up me then pull it out and shoot your spunk over my tits, I love it. 

She wasn't in pain but in ecstasy, the shagging and her cries of pleasure went on for ages. Eventually he pulled out his now glistening rod and stream after stream of stuff shot from its end till her tits were streaked white. 

Aunty was spasming as if she was having a fit at the same time shouting, "My god only old men can shag a woman so well, I wouldn't bother with a young man anymore I need a huge cock like your old weapon to satisfy me!"

Women should be taught what sex is all about by a big cocked old man. Young guys may be hansom but they only have sex for their own pleasure and don't care about giving us girls the orgasms we deserve. 

In my hiding place under the bed I took this all in and with my marriage to you just around the corner I wondered if she was right. My still virgin unsophisticated reasoning decided that men's cocks must grow bigger all their life so the older the man the larger the cock. Later I found it wasn't so, but by then it was ingrained in my mind that the older the man the greater sexual pleasure they'd give me. Especially as I pinched the sex magazines and drooled over the old men's sexy massively long cocks. 

I was now determined to get fucked by our uncles cock or another old man before I married you Ken, sorry about that! So to get him to notice me I provoked him when you and aunty were out one day. Hoping I'd get a good spanking as he had always threatened if I was bad. 

I pretended to have one of my temper fits and smashed some plates. Uncle was mad and said go to your bedroom you're going to get that trashing I promised if you were bad. I pretended to cry and run away in fright to my bedroom, thinking yes I'm 

going to be fucked by his big cock now.

I made sure I had no knickers on and bent over legs spread in such a way that he was looking directly at my swollen kitty. I could see I'd got him hard his cock was jutting out almost breaking through his trousers the more I exposed my labia to him. 


Knowing he could see right up my hole made me wet every time and I've wanted men to spank my naked bum ever since. With my pussy at his mercy he smacked me hard on my bum till it stung then softly patted my cunt, the feel of his hands punishing my labia and clit was the most wonderful experience I'd ever known and made me cum hard. 

I wanted more, so I grabbed his cock through his trousers, he tried to pull back but I turned unzipped him and pulled his massive cock out of his underpants and sucked it's swollen head in my mouth. 

He gasped out; "You a bad young woman you mustn't do this, your aunt and fiancé will be home soon and your marrying Ken next month." But I noticed he didn't pull away and was shaking so I knew he desired me as much as I wanted him. I lay backwards spreading my legs akimbo and pulled his monster to my soaking vagina entrance.

I shouted, "Fuck my snatch with your long fat cock, shove it right up my virgin and unprotected tube and give me your baby!" He said, "you're a naughty girl you've asked for it for a long time displaying your hairy cunt shamelessly to me. This time I'm going to fuck you full of sperm right in to your womb so you have my child!"

By then I was ecstatic, I forced my legs outwards and back trying to relax my pussy muscles and brace myself for his big Dong's onslaught. I tried to drag his cockhead into me and felt it enter my labia and position itself at my opening. I orgasmed at his cocks first touch, shaking in anticipation of my imminent violent defloration by his swollen shaft. 

Inopportunely at that exact second we heard the front door open, you and aunty came in and she shouted "I'm home, where's everybody?" The moment had gone, uncle tried to pull away but I held on to his shaft and his cock spurted all over my genitals and legs before he rushed into the bathroom to clean up. 

I lay twitching from the afterglow of my orgasm and cursed my aunt for stopping my uncle from shagging me rotten. Dragging up some of his spunk with my finger I sucked it feeling his spunk's creamy saltiness. God I wanted my uncles big cock right up me so much it became an obsession.

After he left the bathroom I had minimal shower shielding my spunk covered pussy and pubic hair to preserve the drying goo for a while longer. Then walked into the kitchen to watch our Aunty prepare food for the party you had arranged.

I was thinking she wasn't aware off it but her husbands dried spunk was still on my bare kitty. Soon I'd seduce him properly and he'd impregnate my womb, then we'd run away together and I'd be his new trophy wife and sex slave forever! 

Ken you remember the party that night; our uncle and aunt left us to it and went out. You'd made sure everybody there was of legal sexual age and we played pass the girl round. It was your idea to have each girl sit on a guys lap and snog him with the lights off.

Then you'd warn us the light was going on again in thirty seconds so we could have a last kiss as you put it. Next each girl moved round one place to the nearest boy and it started again until we returned to our original partners.

While most of the girls just kissed and fought off the boys wandering hands, I let them feel me wherever they liked and everyone of your friends and even you felt my tits and sucked my nipples. Plus most of them got a hand inside my knickers and touched up my pussy. 

I loved it, especially as I'd still got my secret of our uncles dried spunk all over my labia. While they did that I unzipped every one of them and wanked their cocks furiously fast. I felt the boy's balls and compared the size and length of each prick. 

I was very disappointed because not one was half the length of our uncals, not even your black friend Josh. His was even smaller than yours, so it seemed the girls giggles about black boys having all got bigger knobs was just a rumour, probably put out by them to get us girls interested! 

Feeling all the boys' cocks reinforced my then, age to length theory as the youngest had the smallest prick and the oldest Johnny the longest. This confirmed my idea at the time that boy's cocks grew with age. 

There and then I decided that I'd never let any young lads with their small penises have my kitty. I'd just seduce as many old men as I could and let them fuck me with their monster cocks. By the way, my super fast wanking made all of your mates cum in their pants, it wasn't only you who spurted for me that day! 

From then on I did my best to seduce uncle, I was convinced we'd fuck. But inexplicably he tried to not be alone with me after the day he almost shagged me.

I resolved to trap him in spite of himself. For instance I'd wait till he was running a bath, get into the bathroom strip naked and wait for him with my legs obscenely spread. Although he'd have a good look at my body, feel me up and get me to suck his cock till he'd cum, he always chickened out of penetrating me." 

Although I begged him to shag and impregnate me he refused, saying if he did it would break up his marriage and he loved our aunt too much to hurt her that way! Despite this reluctance to fuck me he mauled my tits and licked my pussy in a sixty-nine position while I was sucking him off. He just wouldn't penetrate me unfortunately!"

Though Ken, he did try it once, on our wedding day morning he said I looked beautiful in my white dress and when aunty went downstairs he sucked my tits and got his big cock out and tried to get it up my cunt, but I said he was too late now, he'd missed his chance! 

Though as consolation he ripped my G-string off and put it in his pocket so he could smell my pussy scent. That's why I was bare arsed under my dress, as the car came before I'd time to get another pair. I was terrified he'd pull my G-string out in the service instead of his handkerchief. He never did get his giant cock up my cunt Ken and they, as you are aware moved to Australia soon after the wedding. 

"Yes I knew nobody had fucked you," I said proudly, "he couldn't have done you as I took your virginity on our honeymoon night!" 

Carol looked down shamefaced and said in her little girl's voice, "Well yes Ken you broke my hymen then, but I'm sorry you weren't the first to have a go at my kitty hole. Ken do you remember your black West Indian friend Josh?"

"Yes of course don't tell me you let him--." I said indignantly. 

"No silly, his cock was far to small," she replied, "but sometimes I read books for his bed ridden seventy year old grandfather. He was a big fat jet black skinned old man and was always looking at my legs and tits in my shop uniform as I read him stories. 

Sometimes he asked me what colour knickers I was wearing and I'd lift my skirt and show him. He only said it as a joke or that's what I thought, so one day I didn't wear panties at all to shock him. When he asked me what I was wearing I flashed my pussy right near his face. I enjoyed my power over men as his eyes stood out on stalks and he licked his lips in appreciation. 




Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 06



On his birthday I asked him what present he wanted and he said me naked in bed with him! I said ok but he had second thoughts and asked me my age, when I told him I'd been sexually legal for over a year he pulled me to him. Expertly he stripped my shop uniform off me and pulled me into his bed in the buff. 

In seconds he was mauling my tits and pussy with his big hands, it was truly wonderful! I felt below his belly for his cock and wasn't disappointed it was massive. I had to see it so threw the blankets off and grabbed it with both hands. It was even longer than our uncles around thirteen inches long and bigger round, it again confirmed my opinion that the older the man the bigger the cock.

I could see pre cum on the purple helmet so went down on it and just managed to get the helmet and a few inches in my mouth. While I was doing this to him he was licking my labia and clit. Suddenly I came on his mouth, it was awesome, now I wanted his huge old ebony pole up my pussy so I swung round and tried to engulf it. 

He aimed his big black knob at my vagina and tried to push it in, but my virgin hole was too small to take his exceptionally fat black shaft. He struggled to shove it up me and managed to get the soft purple head in. With more pushing he forced another inch in my vagina but it was far too much stimulation for him and he shot spurt after spurt of his spunk up my cunt. 

The old black man said proudly, "I've put my black mans potent seed in your white girls cunt and it will make my black baby in your womb you young slut. See girl old men are the best fuckers; I want to have your pussy every day from now on!" Yes I'll fuck you anytime," I told him shivering with lust at the thought, "and have as many black babies by you as you want! 

Unfortunately this over excited the old fellow, his face went much lighter and he collapsed on top of me. His vast weight trapping me under him, with his hard rod still stuck in my tight kitty I couldn't move. I lay still until his cock softened and with a lot of wiggling extricated myself from under him. 

I put on my shop uniform, thrust my undies into my handbag and ran home without knickers while his spunk leaked from my swollen cunt. I was devastated when I heard later in the day that the old man had died from a heart attack; luckily nobody realized it was probably because I'd been fucking him. 

I waited to see if my period would start and had mixed emotions when the flow arrived right on time. At his funeral I cried right through the service with your arm around me.

I was sorry he hadn't got his whole cock up me and forced his sperm right into my uterus. But at least the old man went out while fucking a younger girl, most men would like to go that way wouldn't they?"

Jack and I both said it was the way we'd like to end our lives and I said I now knew why she was inconsolable at the old black mans funeral.

Oh yes there's something more I --- m bi curious, I'm not a lesbian as such. I had a huge smelly lady lorry driver try to pick me up one day and was revolted. But I have this fantasy that I'd love to watch you Ken my husband fucking another woman. 

I want to watch you cuckold me, if that's the right word for a husband's infidelity with a female, for you to be a slut husband. But more than that I want to have you come in her pussy then for her to let me suck it all out of her hole. 

This all started when I massaged some of my female customers naked apart from a small towel covering their modesty, we were all girls together after all. 

I surprised even myself when I had the urge to edge their legs apart while massaging their thighs. I was fascinated by the variety of pussies, despite being the same female genitalia some were like mine but others looked so different. 

I couldn't believe my own emotions when my vagina got wet and swollen just by looking at another woman's sex organs. It took all my willpower to stay professional, though I usually managed to brush my hands over their kitties and massaged their tits as if by accident. 

God, sometimes I was so attracted to a woman I wanted to strip and rub my labia and clit against hers. I've not taken it any further but would like to meet the bi girls sometime and experiment. 

Oh yes, don't forget I'm kinky about being spanked on my bare bum but this time I want someone to finger my pussy till I cum then fuck me, I expect that's because our uncle wouldn't do me!" 

Wow, how little I knew my wife, I'd thought she was so shy before these earth-shattering revelations. I needed time to take this all in so as Carol had finished I asked our Jack a question, "Jack why did you fuck your own daughter without telling her who you were?" 

Jack replied, "At first I wasn't certain Carol was my child, silly really her name and resemblance to her mother should have clinched it I know. But you were reluctant Carol" he said stroking her leg in a fatherly rather than a lovers way. I could tell you were trying not to betray your husband Ken and wasn't in the habit of fucking any man who tried it on. 

Naturally I lusted after your body and was quite prepared to have you one bit at a time. In fact to me a reluctant female's far more exciting than an easy to fuck whore who opens her legs immediately. I've shagged a few prostitutes in my time and only a few were worth the money they charged. 

Usually they won't kiss a trick or get emotionally involved at all, not that I blame them, after all it's only business to them and if thousands of men stick their cocks in their holes, it's purely a trade transaction. 

Think about it, when at work most people yearn to finish, get home and do the things they actually enjoy. So being poked by unattractive men who only see them as bits of meat is unlikely to be one of their favourite things. Consequently they open their legs and let the man push his condom-covered thing in them till the guy cums and are glad when they go away. 

Unfortunately they seldom give the man any emotionally satisfaction, merely access between their legs. Generally the Jon gets more satisfaction by having a wank, that's why I gave them up. 

There were a few exceptions, perhaps if your interested I'll tell you about them some time. You see if the girl takes the trouble to pretend they enjoy having sex with the men and it's good for them, in return they get regular custom and can charge what they like. That way they can pick and choose the men they do it with, weeding out the fat smelly old drunks and forge real emotional ties with some, even marrying a rich client.

It's surprising how many ex high-class whores I know who are now rich men's wives with a brood of children. They go to church and belong to woman's groups as if they had only been with their spouse. 

Obviously these husbands are aware of their wives multi men sex filled past. Some get their wives to tell them about the men they'd fucked so it turns them on. It's far better than reading stories about the imagined sexual encounters of others, he knows his wife actually did those erotic sex acts with men.

If she wants she can use her vast experience to ensure his sex with her is fantastic every time, often play-acting for him. Not only that, he has his own real slut wife who can be relied on to cuckold him while he watches if he asks her to. He's not worried about her having affairs either as what difference does a few extra cocks make when she's experienced so many before!

I even know of some of these couples that use her sexual experience to help him climb the corporate ladder. She fucks his bosses in return for better-paid positions for him and a more luxurious lifestyle for her and the children.

I've even met a guy who deliberately finds men resembling him to cuckold and impregnate his wife while he watches and urges him on. He's a hard-nosed businessman but enjoys being a snivelling wimp and humiliated by his wife's infidelities. He says that knowing the children he's bringing up aren't from his seed gives him a constant reminder of his ultimate humiliation. 

Sorry guys I went off the subject there, but I've studied sexually easy women over history. Its only recent times when religions have tried to make infidelity and prostitution no go areas. If you're interested one-day I'll explain about the religious prostitutes who were revered for their sexual talents. I'll also tell you about the custom in the middle ages of the nobility having first nighting rights. 

Back to your question Ken, I wanted to seduce Carol because she's so gorgeous and I enjoy the whole process of the chase. Carol I swear it wasn't until I'd fucked you several times that I found out you were indeed my daughter. 

That didn't put me off mind you; remember I'd made my own sister pregnant! But that's why I refused to do you without a condom and got you to shout I was the daddy; I was really hearing fuck me daddy. 

Mind you from your story it seems you wouldn't have minded the idea of an incestuous relationship with your own father in anycase?" "That's so true daddy," Carol replied with enthusiasm in her voice, "I've always fantasized about my real old big cocked father finding me and fucking me till he made me pregnant. 

You made half of my daydreams come true, pity it won't be possible for you to give me a baby. Oh and I want to hear about the enthusiastic religious prostitutes some time and these mysterious first nighter's as well. Perhaps I could emulate these sexy women myself, I get quite a kick at being paid for my sexual favours. 

Come on you two, all this talk of prostitutes has made me horny. I've never had two men at once and you both like to watch other men fuck me. Do you want to take turns shagging me while the other one watch's, or both do me at the same time? 

One day I want to pull a train of a dozen men of assorted races and perhaps the bi girls thrown in. I'd make you two watch and not allow you to join in so take your turn in my holes now unless you really are wimps."

Carol lay back, dragged her G string to one side, opened her legs wide and parted her swollen labia so we could both see her already sopping wet vagina. As we watched her clit emerged from its hood standing rigid and blood swollen. 

I was her husband and brother but I needed sex with this wanton woman badly, but our father got there first and his condom-covered weapon speared her kitty in one thrust. She curled her legs round him and shouted, "You're the daddy, you're my daddy fuck me hard daddy. 

Then she smiled at me and said, "Come on husband and brother you can shag my bum at the same time!" It took me just seconds to push my cock up her puckered anus and start rutting at my gorgeously sexy sister / wife's arse. 

We fucked Carol for hours, both having her holes repeatedly until we sunk back exhausted unable to get our sore cocks hard again. She said with a sigh, "That was great guys, having my two favourite men's cocks fuck me stupid. You can double penetrate me anytime you can make it! 

Well my two lovers, don't you forget I'm still determined to have lots of babies and you can't be the father of them? How about you finding me an old man with a huge cock, perhaps even an old black man to impregnate me? 

But he'll have to pay a lot of money for the privilege of knocking me up, remember I'm a whore now! Maybe you can auction the use of my cunt bareback? You could emphasize that the man was entitled to impregnate me and if I didn't fall for a baby first time, he'd be allowed to have my hole repeatedly until he did inseminate me!

He'd not even be expected to pay to bring up his child and he could be guaranteed anonymity, so his wife and family if he had one, would never know. It's perfect; this old male could fertilize a young sexy female with no baggage. 

Or he could have visiting rights to the child if he required it and also the option of shagging my pussy each time he visited! I don't care how old or ugly the guy is, I'll fuck any old man with a big cock who can pay enough? 

Would any guy who reads the sex stories we enjoy so much in Literotica fancy cuckolding you and impregnating me while you watch them fucking your slut wife? 

You could send this in as a story and ask for impregnation volunteers, but if you do, ask for the bi girls to initiate me into girl on girl loving at the same time! 

What do you think fellers do you imagine anyone out there's interested?



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 07



Jack, Carol and I talked through all our sexual hang-ups, I’d admitted my voyeurism and Carol much more. She’d kinky obsessions about being an exhibitionist a voyeur, being impregnated by strangers, being paid for sex and was bi curious.

She’d also developed a fetish about old men, she imagined the older the man the bigger his cock. This opinion she’d formed by having sex with our sixty-year-old uncle and a seventy-year-old black man, who both had exceptional large penises. 

Carol asked Jack to tell us about his research into historical sexuality he’d hinted at previously. He said he would gladly, “Carol you enjoy being paid to have sex with men,” jack started, did you know its only recently doing that has been frowned on? 

In many countries like Babylon, it was expected that every woman must once in her life go to the temple of Aphrodite to become a sacred prostitute and fuck strange men for payment, this was how their religion was funded. 

In ancient Greece a woman not married and sexually active was by definition available and belonged to all men. 

Then there was the custom of ‘first nights’ for example in the 16th-century the Scottish king Evenus III decreed, "The lord of the manor shall have the maidenhead of all virgins dwelling on his land.” Similarly, ecclesiastical authorities exercised the right of the first night too.”

Carol said in a shocked voice, “Jack are you saying a Lord or priest had the right to fuck every bride before her husband? 

That’s exactly what I’m saying Carol,” Jack replied, “it was great to be a nobleman or priest. The priest informed the Lord of weddings so he could have the bride! If he didn’t then the priest could do her. It wasn’t just a quickie either one tried his hardest to impregnate her. 

Carol said, “Most woman now wouldn’t like that, but I would cos I’m a dirty cow! But what are you telling us with those stories is there another moral as well as prostitutes weren’t outcasts then?”

“Yes I was trying to make a point Carol,” Jack said, “even today sexual customs vary between religions and countries. I had a really beautiful young Pakistani girlfriend with an insatiable sex drive. She was a Pathan and had inherited her culture's attachment to being fucked in her anus. Her culture used it as their main method of birth control. 

Because she was with me a non-Muslim white guy her family disapproved and largely disowned her. Though she was still ‘very close’ to her brothers in fact when they visited we all ended up in bed together and took turns to have her arse. 

What I’m saying is even now sexual customs vary considerably so the things you describe as your perversions are quite normal in other cultures. 

“Well you guys,” Carol said confidently, “now we’ve all accepted my obsessions are normal, when are you going to find someone to impregnate me? And what about you Ken I’d promised to make you a father but I can’t now, tell me how many women have you had?” 

I felt inadequate again, Carol looked at my face and said, “I know you lover and it’s only been me hasn’t it?” 

I nodded then said, “Yes only you and I’d thought monogamy was a thing we both shared. When I found out about your experiences with old men I was turned on and sad at the same time! Carol took me tenderly in her arms kissed me, then said softly, “Ken I love you just as much as I ever did. I think we should find a lady for you to impregnate don’t you? Jack can you help us both out here?”

Jack looked pensive then said in a deliberate tone, “Well to find a man to make you pregnant Carol will be comparatively easy but to find a lady who doesn’t mind Ken knocking her up will be very difficult indeed, still leave the problem with me. 

The week after we went to our brothers Daren’s wedding. This was a little surprising as he’s a hermaphrodite but since Carol fucked him he knew he was male. 

He married the pretty black girl he’d grown up with. 

It was just a registry office ceremony and I noticed Carol drooling over the bride’s father. He was the giant black man who my brother had told Carol had such a huge ebony dick. The man was in his sixties but looked fit and solidly muscled. 

The bride’s mother was also there a big black momma around twenty-five stones but with an attractive face. I remembered my brother’s description of her cavernous quim and was curious about how it would look and feel! 

However there was no reception and after we arrived home Carol remarked, “I’ve got a couple of college girl sisters from the university coming for a massage tonight Ken.” 

I replied, “So will you try to get them in the nude and lust after their bodies?” “Well I can only try can’t I,” Carol said, “though I’ve never done anything with a girl except brush their tits and pussies with my hand when I give them a massage, I don’t know how I’d react if any girl touches me! 

You can watch from the gym and I’ll try to show you between their legs if you like?” “Sounds good Carol,” I said having never spied on her female clients, as it wasn’t a professional thing to do.

But now she knew I was watching and was an exhibitionist herself, things had changed. It’s a wonder I hadn’t thought of it before probably most voyeurs were men who wanted to surreptitiously watch women in the nude. 

The two girls came for the massage, they were gorgeous I watched and listened with anticipation from the spy hole in the gym. Without Carol asking both took every piece of clothing off, wow what wonderful firm statuesque figures, they were both perfection. 

Carol said, “One of you can wear this till its your turn,” holding out a towelling robe. But both girls laughed and one said no thanks we like to be nude as much as possible. 

The other sister said, “As were naked we want you to strip completely as well! Carol said, “I don’t normally do--- that” But the two girls gave her no choice and stripped her clothes off of her. 

The first of the sisters climbed up on the massage table spreading her legs lewdly wide in a way that was ideal for me to see every detail of her neatly trimmed pussy. It was almost as if she knew I was watching! She asked Carol to pour oil on her cunt and massage it for her. 

This was too much for me so I dropped my gym shorts and started to wank at the sight of my wife doing what she was asked, massaging the lovely pussy of the young girl student. 

With a sight like that I was mesmerized my her wonderfully formed puffy labia and prominent clitoris overlooking her exquisite vulva. With my eyes fixed on her beautiful genitals I hadn’t noticed where her sister had gone.

That was until her hand grasped my hard cock and squeezed roughly so it hurt. The naked girl said angrily “Come with me you bloody wife watching voyeur!” She dragged me roughly by my still hard penis, my shorts round my ankles making me hobble. 

She took me outside and into the massage area and shouted to the two other naked women, “Look what I’ve caught a pervert getting excited about your open pussy what shall we do with him sis?” “Tie him to that chair.” the other naked goddess said. 

Carol protested, “No that’s my husband, let him go please? My captor held on to my now softening member and dug her sharp nails in its tender flesh I was in agony. With her other hand she grabbed my balls in a grip of iron and twisted them unmercifully. 

Then she said to Carol, “We didn’t give him permission to wank over my sisters pussy did we. We’ve both come here to instruct you about girl on girl lesbian love. We’re going to fuck you the feminine way. But if you don’t want us we’ll go after we’ve reported this pervert to the police. 

Carol looked at me as if to say sorry and started to lick the wide-open pussy in front of her, she’d made her decision. 

My captor threw me down in a chair and told me she’d report me if I didn’t do what she said. Then she pulled some ropes from her bag and tied each arm and leg together and on to the chair legs. I was unable to move but my shorts were still round my ankles and my by now shrivelled up cock on permanent display, I felt utterly humiliated. 

“Look at that pathetic thing between his legs” She sniggered, “that will be no use to you any more Carol once us bi girls have fucked you! 

I sobbed, “How did you know I was there?” My beautiful captor said we’ve been reading your stories on the Internet and warned you not to keep posting them but you wouldn’t listen would you?

Oh no, you had to keep telling the world about you and Jacks pathetic sex lives. But in chapter six you reported Carol wanted the Bi girls to initiate her and here we are. I shall not tell you how we traced you; we just followed the clues until we realized you were just up the road! Well you can watch us seduce you lovely wife and are unable to wank yourself so watch how real lovers do it.

The bi girl pinched Carol’s nipples, straddled her and bent her head down running her tongue in circular motions over her breasts. Carol's back arched with pleasure. After more teasing as the girl sucked on each nipple, a loud moan escaped my wife’s lips. The Bi girl slowly began to lave one large Brest with her tongue, working around the tit unhurriedly.

Carol was moaning softly now I could see the tension in her body. The bi girl held on tightly as Carol’s body spasmed and then went wild, plunging and thrashing on the bench in a paroxysm of pleasure. 

The Bi girl bent down to Carol’s pussy, tracing the lips with her tongue and then entered inside. She licked gently at my wife’s now swollen clit, causing her legs to twitch with pleasure. 

The pretty girl began to tongue fuck her, working back up to my wife’s clit and simultaneously inserted two fingers into Carol’s cunt and fucked her with them. The pleasure was far too exquisite for Carol to bear and she began to scream with pleasure. Soon the girl’s lips were glistening with my wife’s cum, she lapped it up then kissed Carol sharing her own cream with her. 

My wife pulled the girls face down again tightly to her pussy, she looked on fire as she humped her cunt against the girls face, crying out each time her lover’s nose or tongue made fleeting contact with her straining clit. The experienced girl captured her clit somehow among the wild thrashing and sucked hard, lashing it with her tongue. 

Carols pussy convulsed again and she screeched, it was obvious to me that paroxysms of pure bliss were shooting through her whole body. She was now an elemental woman, yelling out her pleasure as her girl lover took her to ever-greater heights. While she was so sexually hot the girl shoved a fast buzzing vibrator deep within my wife’s cunt. 

Carol winched momentarily but gave into the pleasure while she did this, her lover’s finger probed deep inside her ass. Being doubly penetrated was too much for Carol to handle and she let out a loud moan as her cum flowed out onto the vibrator as she jerked with pure bliss. 

I couldn’t help watch the dominant girl kissing Carols kitty delicately and lightly diddling her clit with her finger then sucking it like a tiny marble. My wife was writhing groaning and grunting in pleasure. 

The second girl now straddled Carols face and I could see her suck the pretty girls labia into her mouth. It was so erotic my penis was painfully hard again I wanted to wank but my hands were tightly held. I could see Carols tongue slathering madly on to the young student’s anus then deep into her labia and over her clitoris. 

The slim girl lowered herself onto carols mouth until her pussy was forced down onto my wife. At the same time her sister was again licking Carols clitoris softly and gently. Carol bucked as the mother of all orgasms, gripping her legs round her lover’s head holding it to her. There were muffled screams from my wife stifled by the other girl’s now puffy labia. 

I couldn’t believe how gorgeous the two bi girls were they could be models; I’d thought they’d be manly looking females. Of course, these weren’t lesbians exclusively but bi girls; they got the best of both worlds didn’t they. 

These weren’t crop haired shapeless old women. These were real babes fully made up with delicate eye shadow and lipstick making it obvious they took their femininity seriously. I loved Carol but my god I wanted to fuck both of these girls. 

The girls dismounted from Carol and came towards me. I was untied then laid face down on the chair with my backside upward then my bonds were applied again. From this ungainly position I could see directly between Carols legs. Her pussy, puffy and running with her cum juice, still jumping and moving in little orgasms. 

I’d never seen her so worked up with any man or me. This was an experience she’d dreamed about for such a long time coming true. One of the sisters opened her bag and pulled out a strap on cock, it was black and massive. Fully a foot long and nearly as round as a drink can in circumference, surly she didn’t think she could get this in my little wife. 

The pretty girl put it on and climbed between Carol’s legs, who looked in awe at the massive plastic weapon. She pulled her legs wide and held them there with her hands. She was flowing with juices some running onto the table. 

“Fuck me, with the big cock,” Carol said and pulled its head to her gaping vagina.

The dominant girl thrust into her in one swift movement and Carol brayed with pain and pleasure. More, more she cried as the bi girl thrust it into her with a ferocious rhythm. 

I watched Carol who was now in a continuous state of orgasm, screaming fuck me harder lover I love you both. Now the other girl pushed a butt plug vibrator into Carol’s anus and switched it on. Carol squeaked with the double sensation, then the second girl kissed her lips and Carol tongued her furiously. 

The girl with the strap on kept at Carol’s pussy continuously for half an hour and when she eventually withdrew Carol slumped down completely exhausted. These fit young girls turned to me. In my position I couldn’t protect myself whatever they were going to do.

I soon found out what they had in mind when one girl showed me a long thin corkscrew vibrator before forcing it into my anus and turned it on full speed. It was a weird feeling not unpleasant except I had the urge to defecate.

Then pain, a switch crashed down on my bare buttocks continually for several minutes. I was in agony and they only stopped when Carol called them over to her and whispered something. 

The dominant pretty girl said, “Your wife says you’ve only ever had sex with her, are you a wimp?

Well as you are you can call us both mistress and we might change all that! The switch crashed down again, I yelped and shouted, “Yes mistress!

With this I was untied and strapped face up on to the massage table.

I noticed Carol walking with her legs splayed, no doubt with a sore hole from the pounding it had just taken. Now the dominant girl asked me if I wanted them to fuck me. I shouted, “Yes mistress!”

Within seconds she’d mounted my cock and started to bounce up and down at the same time her sister lowered her kitty on to my face I was in heaven. I tried to lick the second girl’s cunt but she was frigging herself against me. 

I felt the girl’s vagina engulfing my cock’s contract as she was cumming and I shot my sperm into her just as the other girl came on my face. She gushed her own cum into and over my mouth twitching for ages. I gulped it down she tasted fantastic. The first girl dismounted then said sternly, “You’re in trouble now boy, I didn’t give you permission to come in me did I?” 

“No mistress.” I said worried about what was going to happen next. Well she said I’ve got no protection, if you’ve made me pregnant I’ll cut off your balls personally you wimp bastard. Then she grabbed my testicles and twisted them hard to make her point.   

When the Bi girls had gone Carol untied me and said in a dreamy voice, “They were fantastic it was my best sexual experience ever, I’m sorry Ken but I may never have hetro sex again, they’re going to shag me again soon!

No I screamed in my head, had I lost my wife completely to those wonderful Bi girls?



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 08



I was worried, my wife Carol had told me after her lesbian encounter with the two bi girls she may never go back to heterosexual lovemaking. But I needn’t have, by the next morning she’d got all her other urges back. She told me she only wanted sex with females occasionally as it gave her more sexual scope. 

She said she was still in love with me as much as she was before we’d received our disconcerting news. In particular she knew we both wanted children, but she wouldn’t go ahead with her own search for pregnancy unless I could be included. 

We went to bed intending to make soft tender love as we did before my accident and our world had turned upside down by the news that we couldn’t have children together.

But though I wanted to so much I was unable to get hard enough to penetrate her. It was as if I’d got brewers droop but I hadn’t been drinking. Worse still my legs were not recovering as I would have liked, I could only just stand and walking was only just possible with the help of two sticks. What had happened was it just a physical relapse or was I becoming mentally incapable. 

Why while I was wife watching did I seem to becoming even more potent than when I was fully fit! Had my voyeurism taken over as my main sexual outlet and was I being overpowered by my wife’s urges. Before I’d the masculine strength of being sexually in charge. I the male of the species should be the hunter surly and the woman the homemaker. 

Now I wasn’t the one who would make Carols babies, another man would get that honour. When I watched her with other men I’d got hard and wanted them to impregnate her! But in the cold light of day I realized this was madness, the basic concept of a male is to be the one to impregnate his mate and so procreate and spread his own genes.  

Yes we were trying to find a lady to let me impregnate her, that’s natural for a man to find as many sexual partners as possible especially if children were born that he didn’t have to support. 

I remembered mates who had unprotected one-night stands and gave the girl a false name and address just in case she got pregnant. That was socially unacceptable in today’s society but so natural for basic male urges. 

Now my wife had admitted sexual activity before our marriage, with old men at that. Then had told me all her hang-ups even bi sexuality none of these things had entered my mind until her revelations; I was the alpha male after all.

Before when I was ‘certain’ she wouldn’t stray I felt secure, now although she says she loves me, old men and even other women made me feel threatened. This was madness; my illusion of her non-awakened sexuality was always a myth. But I felt I should have known, should have sensed she wasn’t the innocent girl I’d believed in my testosterone-fuelled arrogance! 

I’d no right to complain I’d even used our money problems to blackmail Carol into allowing men to take more and more liberties with her sexually! It was my fault she’d got rid of the inbuilt reluctance to stray from the monogamous norm expected by this society. 

She was the now dominant one, I’d now had sex with the bi girls but I hadn’t been in charge in that encounter. Not that I was reluctant so much as they had sex with me rather than me having sex with them! 

It hit me that I’d never been in charge of my wife’s sexuality either. If she didn’t want sex she was tired or had a headache and if she did but I was reluctant she only had to make the effort to dress sexily and act the vamp and I was there before she even made any physical contact. 

What A fool I was, all that time I’d believed it was my own sexual magnetism that drew her into each sexual encounter, but how wrong I was, it was the opposite! She’d always been dominant; I prided myself on not being a wimp but was it all a delusion? 

There was good that had come out of all this I supposed. Instead of putting each other on pedestals and not taking our sex play beyond how we ‘thought’ the other wanted it. Our real but hidden urges had all come out so we could try and arrange to incorporate them when it was feasible.

If we loved each other enough could we live the rest of our lives together or had that gone with the stunning revelations? We talked it over and decided to continue living as man and wife bringing up any children she had as if they’d been between us. After all any children would have some of my shared D.N.A. in anycase. 

I phoned Jack and explained our thinking we both wanted children and I’d like to be there when impregnation took place so we could share it. Jack said “Your not asking much guys you’ve added this to wanting to include all your fetishes in one go!

Well I’ve got a few ideas and will come back to you if I can arrange something to check you agree.” 

Jack came up with a mind-blowing proposal. He said, “I’ve a partner, a multi millionaire who’d not had any children and was desperate for an heir. The point is Mr. Allie wants to make a contract with you as a married couple to bring up his child. 

The contract would say if the child was proved by its D.N.A to be his then his not inconsiderable fortune would be split between you pair and his child. He’s come to this decision because he’s been diagnosed as having cancer and has at the most only a year to live. He desperately wants to see a child of his own before he loses his fight for life.”

Carol asked, “Well I want a baby desperately and have this desire to be paid to be impregnated so that sounds ok to me. What do you think Ken?” I said, “Its what you want as long as the mans got no diseases and will let me be there, remember I’m Voyeur as well as your husband. 

Can you tell us more about your partner please Jack?” Jack replied, “I certainly can he is black and eighty years old but until he became ill was very fit and virile. I’ve shared threesomes with him and I can tell you Carol his cock’s enormous. 

However at his age it takes a lot to get him hard and able to perform sexually. He is also a lifelong voyeur and needs to watch others sexual performances to get him worked up. He’s requested that he has help prior to and during his impregnation attempt!”

“His age size and colour doesn’t put me off, they’re all my fetishes in anycase,” Carol said, “but what will he require as help?” 

“I was coming to that Carol,” Jack said, “His bodyguard your brothers father would be the fluffer for him. He wants him to fuck you first Cheryl the man’s had a vasectomy so can’t knock you up. He’ll keep doing you until his boss is hard enough to take over; I believe you know he’s a sixty-year-old Blackman also with a massive penis.

However he wants even more stimulation and has requested a second couple should be trying for impregnation while he watches them and puts his seed in Carol.  

I’ve a possible solution to that; you were both at your brothers wedding to his lovely black bride. Well its not surprising that your brother’s proved to have no active sperm. So I’ve suggested you Ken should make your sister pregnant at the same time as Carols impregnated. 

They’ve agreed if you do, because the child would have the same genes but little chance of his problem being passed to the child. This would also mean both of your voyeur and Carol’s exhibitionist tendencies would be taken care of at the same time and you would be doing it together as you requested. Well what do you two think?” 

“Its up to Ken,” Carol said, “I won’t do anything without your agreement husband and I might just be jealous watching you impregnating another woman!” I replied, “Well I really wanted a child by you Carol, but as that’s not possible this does seem a way out for us.”

“In that case I agree Jack,” Carol said, “though it all seems a bit clinical talking it through like this. We’d have to find a time when both us females are ovulating at the same time or at least fertile have you thought of that?” Yes Carol, “Jack answered, “ though you cycles aren’t the same your sister’s on the pill so if she continues taking them after one set finishes she can regulate her fertile time to synchronize with yours. 

Jack said, “When you’re feeling horny Carol you’d let any man who brings you to orgasm impregnate you. That’s silly in reality, this way everybody can have full sexual health checks first.” 

I was pleased at the arrangements but worried about my own potency my, legs and penis weren’t fully recovered. Though my voyeurism watching my wife with other men had allowed me to recover considerable stiffness, could I perform when I was being watched by other better-endowed men myself? 

I was apprehensive to say the least, it was easy to talk with bravado of wanting another man to cuckold your own wife when you’ve a hard on. But when it comes down to it in the cold light of reality, to plan ahead to book your wife to be impregnated, to cuckold you, was this right? 

Jack arranged for us to go the island that Mr Allie owned, he lived in a mansion that Jack said we’d inherit if things went as planed. We were shown into the palatial house and Jack took us round.

There were a dozen bedrooms each with en suite bathrooms. One huge room had two queen-sized beds covered with black satin. Mirrors covered all the walls and the ceiling. Jack said this was where the impregnation would take place if Mr Allie approves of Carol as his brood mare.

No that wasn’t right she wasn’t a brood mare she was my wife. I said we should pull out but Carol wanted to know more. Jack took us to an adjoining space that covered three walls of the big bedroom area and we could see in through the two-way mirrors from all angles. The points not covered the one remaining side and the ceiling was covered by a series of closed circuit video cameras and projected on to large screens as well as being recorded. Comfortable chairs were in several strategic places where control panels allowed the cameras to be zoomed in or out. 

“This is a bit upmarket from the hole you drilled Ken,” Jack said, “but its just the ultimate in voyeurism paraphernalia. Mr Allie invites any of our employees who get married to spend their honeymoons on the island and gives them this room as the honeymoon suite. They nearly all accept and are blissfully unaware that he’s watching every move and videoing them having sex. 

Today Mr Allie wishes to examine Carol to see if she’s sexually acceptable to him to be the one who bore his child. Then if you both agree we’ll arrange tests for any venereal diseases and each man will be checked for sperm potency! 

This seemed too clinical to me I was rapidly going off the whole Idea but Carol was fascinated by it all. As she said this situation would cover so many of her kinky obsessions at once. We’d also be paid millions to take part in her ultimate prostitution as she put it. 

Carol was completely naked on one of the big black satin beds and Mr. Allie arrived pushed in his wheel chair by the massive black bodyguard. Jack and I watched from the comfort of the viewing room. It seemed so unreal, could I get hard in front of another man, especially my own father? 

By myself in the gym it had been so erotic my imagination ran riot so it was no trouble. But as I knew all the other men’s penises were several inches longer than mine I had this feeling of inferiority. 

Jack had already got his long hard prick out and was rubbing it slowly in anticipation. I’d felt no stirrings at all, in fact my cock felt as small as it did after a cold outdoor swim, shrivelled to almost non existent size. 

This Eighty year old was very black bald and almost toothless not a pretty sight. But Carol had this fetish about old men and I could see her licking her lips in anticipation. Now the huge sixty year old picked his employer up carried him to the bed and removed his robe. This geriatric looked like a black concentration victim he was so thin and skeletal. 

It was obvious the cancer was eating the poor guy away I’d have felt sorry for the old guy except for one thing. His penis lay across his legs and even flaccid reached almost to his knees. It must have been ten inches long soft, what length would it be hard!

By now Mr. Allie was feeling Carol all over with his bony hands. He’d thrust two fingers in her vagina and was mauling her tits. Jack zoomed in on Carol’s pussy that was soaking wet as she stared fascinated at the long fat member between his legs. She lent towards it licking her lips in anticipation and gave the bulbous head a soft kiss as she hefted his balls in their saggy sack. 

The old man smiled but his cock stayed soft and he asked his bodyguard for help.

The sixty year old stripped naked and positioned his thirteen-inch, hard cock at my wife’s lips. She grabbed it with both hands and sucked its black purple head she worked like a wild thing mouth and both hands a blur of speed. 

Mr Allie said to stop and his bodyguard laid him on his back and Carol got into the sixty-nine position on top of him. She lowered her streaming open shaved cunt onto the bony black eighty year olds mouth. His old tongue lapped at her labia and clit as she shuddered in orgasm shooting her cum into the octogenarian’s mouth. 

Now Carol took the old mans penis into her mouth, it was still flaccid but far bigger than my puny five inch hard on. Mr Allie gave another order and the bodyguard got on the bed behind my wife. The octogenarian reached for his servants’ hard ebony rod and placed it at my wife’s pussy entrance. 

I was terrified the thirteen inch weapon would split her in two, surly this massive rod almost as round as a coke can wouldn’t go in her without doing permanent damage to my wife’s vagina! 

The sixty year old eased the bulbous tip into her in the doggie position, I could see a frightened look on her face, shouldn’t I rush in and save her being split apart? But it was too late the huge weapon slammed into her all thirteen inches in one thrust. Carols eyes were filled with tears of pain she gave out a sigh then said Oh, God shag me hard with your massive cock you gorgeous old black fucker. 

The man did just that, drawing it out and trusting back into her at lightning speed, Carols lips were curling with lust by now as the very old guy licked her clitoris at the same time! 

Mr Allie was getting harder watching this and my own cock was semi erect by now. Noticing the old mans penis was hardening Carol got hold of it and licked its full length, now at least fourteen inches.

She worshiped the big cock gently suckling the head of the old guys monster. Soon she had both hands on his shaft and was double wanking him as she bobbed her mouth up and down on its purple head. 

My wife released the older guys cock from her mouth for a moment. Then screamed to the massive man impaling her continuously orgasming cunt. “Fuck me, cum in me, impregnate me, give me your black baby, cuckold that tiny cocked husband of mine!” Soon she got to work again sucking on the even older black snake as the sixty year old gave her pussy no mercy. 

The big black man ramming his cock in her from the doggie position roared a cry of triumph and shot load after load into my wife’s shaking vagina. This triggered the old fellow who came with unbelievable ferocity for an octogenarian. 

Streams of spunk shot from his ebony cock into my wife mouth. All three grunted as two lots of ejaculation’s shot into Carol’s body. She looked like she was on a long black cock spit, the way she was thrashing in orgasmic bliss made me wonder if my small cock would ever be able to satisfy her again.

I felt both humiliated and turned on at the same time Jack had shot his load over the wall. I did ejaculate but had turned away from him with the shame of having the smallest prick around. 

Eventually I went to see if my wife was ok, she pulled me to her and kissed me, dropping sperm into my mouth. She said see I’ve saved it all for you husband; now there’s a cream pie for you as well. I sucked greedily on her hole as she opened her vagina and let the old black mans spunk drip into my mouth. 

It was so erotic as she took my five-inch cock put on a condom and pulled me into her gapping hole. I couldn’t even feel the walls as her tube was so distended from the massive black weapon it had just engulfed. 

I had to look to see if I’d actually penetrated her and she smiled and closed her legs until I got enough friction. I came in her feeling elation from being the second man in a few minutes to do it. But the humiliation was hard to bear when I remembered I was only allowed to fuck my wife with a condom while he rode her bare back and she was screaming for him to give her his black baby! 

We lay together heads between each other’s legs. She soon slept with the exhaustion of a woman that had just found her full potential as a randy female. 

I couldn’t sleep however I was too worried; with my mouth still licking her cunt I still had misgivings. I was a pimp after all selling my wife’s pussy to an old black man so that he could impregnate her instead of me! 

Was I really a willing cuckold and could I get hard and do my own impregnation task with so many superior shafts on display?



Wife's Massage Voyeur Ch. 09



After Carol had showered we all had to get our tests done by Mary the big bodyguards wife, a trained nurse as well as being my brother's tutor. She was a big black momma around twenty stone. She took a blood sample from my finger then told me to drop my trousers and underpants. 

I was rather shy but did so and she held my prick and took a scrapping off of the cockhead. Now she said, as I'll be expected to make her equally black daughter my new sister pregnant she wanted a sample off my sperm to check for abnormalities. 

I was ashamed as my prick was at its smallest in front of this woman. Mary came to see how I was getting on and said, "Let momma help you boy." She started to manipulate my cock but it didn't help so she put her lips around it and sucked and licked at the same time.

Naturally this helped but I was still only semi hard I felt so humiliated, what was wrong with me lately? Before my accident I'd only needed to think about a sexy woman to get a hard on. Now even with this oral stimulation I couldn't manage it. 

She said softly, "Youse gonna need more help baby!" Then the big older black lady stripped. Her huge pendulous tits hung down to her waist with nipples at least an inch long. This fascinated me I had to suckle them, they elongated and amazingly I felt milk squirt out. 

I used both hands to lift one massive black breast at a time and sucked from it. She said, "Old Mary gets someone to milk them every day or I do it myself you like it boy?"

"Yes Mary" I said, I love your big titties!" My cock was hardening but still not fully erect, what was wrong with me?

She felt my cock and rolled a condom onto it but this had a negative effect and my penis deflated so the rubber started to slip off. "Man youse got a real problem there," she said, "I'll have to take drastic action." 

She put a videotape in the player; it was of my wife sucking her husband's big black cock. Immediately I became hard and she rolled another condom on to it. Now where would you like to put it to make sure you cum good I wonder? How about fucking old Mary, you can fuck my tits, mouth arse hole or cunt white boy, which will it be?

I was gob smacked never having fucked a black woman or someone as fat as Mary. I stuttered, "I----don't know"

"Well then I'll decide for you babe" She said, "I need your little white prick in my fat black cunt! 

I looked down but her belly covered her genitals completely. I couldn't imagine how I'd achieve it but I was iron hard now and my cock wanted to penetrate this massive black woman. 

Mary laughed seeing my confusion and said, "You do me this way babe." With that she stood with one foot on the floor and lifted one onto a chair then bent over. Her pussy was huge her outer jet-black labia hung down at least five inches. I felt then parted them to find her treasure within. 

Her inner labia were lighter and massively swollen pumped up by blood from her desire. Inside them her massive pink vagina swum with oily lubricant. I was fascinated and pushed my entire fist inside and fucked her with it.

With the video of my wife sucking the big black mans cock and this new stimulation my cock was ready by now. Mary said, "That's good man but don't forget what you're here for to give a sperm sample, stick it in!" 

Considering the size of her hole I thought I'd not feel a thing but despite the condom, it felt like I was fucking a tube of warm treacle. My whole body felt absolutely fantastic, her massive buttocks quivered as I rammed my cock into her. Still see my wife's image on the video, by now she was sucking off the eighty year old black man. 

Though I'd been rutting into Mary's massive gash I wasn't getting near to cumming being restricted by the condom. I told Mary and she said, "Well young man the idea is to collect your sperm, still I suppose I can recover it if you don't cum in my hole. Hearing this I ripped the condom from my cock and mounted her bare back.

God this huge black woman was sexy. She said, "Ken, I know I look old because of my weight but I'm only forty two and still have periods. My husband had the snip years ago because he could pass on a genetic disorder. If you come in me you could impregnate me because I am very fertile at the moment, so you'll have to pullout and shoot into this glass! 

"Yes I agree," I said and pushed it in her vagina again as hard as I could. She squealed and got right into it immediately. Her pussy was spasming and squirting her cum as she had her organism. She never stopped twitching coming again and again.

She started shouting breathlessly, "Fuck me Ken, put your sperm up me and impregnate me. Give me your baby; knock me up with your white baby! Old fat Mary wants your spunk in her big cunt! 

There was no way I could hold back or pull out in time and thrust forward to get as near to her uterus as possible. Then shot my birthing liquid strongly several times into her cavernous unprotected cunt. We lay together in the afterglow till my cock shrank down and I dismounted from her huge body.

Mary kissed me on my lips and said, "If I can't get a sample from my hole we'll just have to get you to give me some more spunk won't we babe!" I replied breathlessly, "You bet Mary anytime!" 

I felt wonderful but was still worried what would happen when I had to perform in front of other men with longer cocks. 

What had we got ourselves into; I couldn't believe how our married life had changed. Before my accident we were happy and in love now what would happen? 

Could I really go through with it, letting my wife prostitute herself to an octogenarian black man? 

What if she didn't get pregnant the first time and he had to do her over and over again? His old scrawny body doing whatever he wanted with my only true love! 

I knew she didn't care, she loved old men with big cocks it was her fetish as was selling her body. 

The fateful day arrived and Mary told me I was clear of any disease and my sperm count was high. She told me some other news I'd made her pregnant; she was over the moon as was her family including her husband. As he was twice my size I was glad of that. "Now," Mary said you've just got to impregnate my daughter and your duties are done stud. 

I felt good about fathering a child with cuckold Mary, but this time my cuckolding would be in public. Carol was an exhibitionist and loved people watching her have sex. But I was a voyeur I liked to watch my wife being fucked, not people watching me fucking. 

Carol and I both stripped naked and were taken into the fateful bedroom with the mirrors videos and observation rooms all around it. I'd rather have been watching than taking part but Carol my wife was insistent I watched her being impregnated. She also wanted to watch me impregnating my black sister.

The old man was brought in his wheel chair and lifted onto the bed with the velvet sheets. He was even skinnier the cancer was really taking hold now. His giant black bodyguard lifted the frail old man onto the bed naked. 

The old black guy was no more than skin and bone toothless and decrepit that was with the exception of his long black cock that seemed immune to the ravages of time. The long shaft although flaccid nonetheless extended almost to his knees. One bony hand reached out and felt my wife's pussy she opened her legs and he pushed a skinny digit into her. 

The black octogenarian smiled a toothless gummy grin and ordered his servant to warm Carol up for him. The massive sixty five year old black man stripped off his clothes his fifteen-inch cock at the ready. As his huge muscular frame moved near my wife I reflected that I was the one who'd not only fucked Mary his wife but impregnated her as well!

Not only that but I was about to fuck his only daughter in an attempt to knock her up to. If this giant decided to he could break me in to at any time. The thought of this and the sight of his long and massively thick cock had made me scared of the dangerous situation I was in. 

My own cock had shrunk to its smallest as if I'd been swimming in ice cold water. I felt so inadequate with these two black men's massive cocks on display. Carol on the other hand was obviously sexually excited she spread her swollen labia and I could see her hole glistening with dampness. 

She was a real exhibitionist knowing there were three men looking up her vagina and who knows how many watching from the gallery. She also knew every move was being videoed from every angle. She'd told me she'd like these videos to be sold on the Internet and sex shops and her to be paid a commission on sales. 

When I asked why she told me that then she could calculate how many men and women had bought a copy and wanked off to her body being ravaged by the two old black men. She said if she were paid for each copy she'd feel she was prostituting herself to each randy buyer out there. 

God my wife is so decadent but bloody sexy with it. Was it only recently we were a couple who only had sex together as man and wife? This was before she'd told me of all her many depraved kinks and dreams. 

She was now holding her legs wide open parting her swollen labia for the head of the black mans massive cock to enter. His bell end pressed into her entrance then he plunged it home to the hilt. Carol squealed like a stuck pig and pulled at the big black buttocks trying to pull him even more deeply inside her. 

Carol was already orgasming constantly shooting her own cum over the big black cock that was pistoning inside her. The huge muscular man lifted her small body off of the bed on his impaling black knob and rutted at her. Her face was a picture and she looked at me and mouthed she loved it and me between screams of absolute joy. 

Despite the situation this proved that I'm a true wife-watching voyeur, I loved to watch other men fuck my wife. My cock was now hard, as I wanted this black man to continue ravishing my bride. This was having the same effect on Mr Allie the ancient skeletal black man. His knob was now semi hard.

At this point my black sister climbed on the bed with me. She kissed me and told me she'd waited till her father was fucking my wife so this got me randy for her. 

She scooted down the bed and lowered her hairy black pussy onto my face. Its musky smell and rubbery kitties lips felt wonderful. I pushed my tongue inside her pink vagina and licked out her sticky juices. 

By now my wife was mewing with sexual excitement and orgasming constantly under the old black giant. She was red in the face and sweating profusely as she thrust her own genitals towards the big man each time he plunged into her.

She looked in my eyes and mouthed thank you at me as she received the fucking of her life. She was swooning, almost losing consciousness as she shot her own cum to lubricate her vagina. This was essential while she was accepting the battering from his fifteen-inch monster cock. 

By now the octogenarian was hard and ready to fuck so gave his servant the signal he wanted to take over. His sixty-year-old black servant had been waiting for this with amazing control. Now he released his own spermless ejaculations I saw his balls throb a dozen times as he shot his load into my wife. 

I watched as he withdrew his huge ebony prick from my wife's cunt, there was a definite plop as the suction released itself. I could see the cream pie that was my wife's worn pussy, impotent spunk, running like a stream from her open vagina. 

Carol looked disappointed to lose the old black mans penis then she saw the hard cock of the even older man. I remembered her fetish about having sex with very old men with big cocks. She didn't discriminate between races either she'd got this old man big cock fetish in the first place from her white huge cocked stepfather. 

My wife was drooling now at the very thought of fucking this geriatric guy, her eyes never leaving his massive penis. The big bodyguard told her to lie on her stomach and open her legs wide. He then lifted the toothless virtual skeleton on to her back. 

When he was on her the servant located the old boys cock at my wife's cunt hole, as a farmer would do with his prize stallion mounting a mare. Then pushed the ancient mans bony buttocks until most of his cock entered her soaking vagina. 

Now my sister the bodyguard's daughter lay on her back and pulled me into her own hole. Watching my wife fucking other men had made my cock as stiff as iron by now. I'd forgotten the other superior sized cocks on display and thrust brutally into this lovely young black girl beneath me. 

She lay back and scooted more onto the bed until she could get her head under the other shagging couple. With my wife on her front and my black lover on her back she was able to get her face under Carols genitals. My wife lowered her pussy onto my currant lover's mouth and she started to nuzzle and lick Carol's labia and clit. 

The four of us were now joined in one writhing act of wanton sexuality, my wife's lesbian fetish turning her on even more. 

Now two different sexed lovers were pleasuring my lovely wife. My voyeur tendency had as much to do with my excitement as the wonderfully soft kitty that my cock was enclosed in. Then I got more stimulation as my sisters's inner muscles started contracting and releasing, milking my throbbing member. 

It would have been easy to shoot my load into her dark lipped pink vagina but the enormity of what we were doing hit me. She wanted me to impregnate her, wanted me to make a baby in her. Her own mother was already carrying my child yet she wanted it to happen as well. 

I looked at my wife's blood swollen genitalia as the black girl licked it and the skinny old man thrust his massive cock with his bodyguards help into the depths of her being. 

This old man was going to impregnate my wife; he'd paid to make her pregnant. I was her pimp; I'd sold the use my own wife's cunt and womb to this skeletal black man. What sort of husband would do such a thing? Surly I was the lowest dregs of society it should be me impregnating my own wife! 

But I'd anticipated this because I knew the reasons I couldn't do the deed! I also understood the urges that my wife had that demanded she conceived a baby by a very old man. But before I could agonize more I saw the old fart's sagging balls bounce and clench as he started to cum up my wife's sweating cunt hole. 

He gave a cackle of triumph and Carol screamed, "Give it all to me you big cocked old lover, I want your baby. Then she came again herself violently, I could plainly see his potent cum and her own excretions running from her hole and being licked up by my black lover. 

My emotions overflowed and I let my own sperm loose into the black girls vagina beneath me as she in turn came almost shaking me off of her. All four of us shook for ages as we came down from the high orgasmic plateau we'd reached. 

As we separated my brother was there licking his wife's cream pie from her vagina so we left them to it. Carol and me showering together then slept in each other's arms.

Eighteen months later Carol was suckling the black twins the ancient old man had put in her belly in this very bed. My two sons by the black mother and daughter lay on the bed waiting impatiently for their turn at my wife's nipples. The three women took it in turns feeding the four baby boys, leaving the others more time for fucking. 

Jack and I were watching and listening to this domestic bliss from what was our home now as Mr. Allie had succumbed to his cancer. At least he died happy knowing that the D.N.A. had proved my wife's twins were indeed fathered by him. 

Carol my wife was cooing to the four male babies then we heard her say to them, "I give all of you four a promise, on your eighteenth birthdays I'll let you all fuck me and if I'm still capable let you make a babies in me!" 

My god she'd now got yet another sexual fetish, what a sexy woman my wife is and what a lucky fucker I am!