1 comments/ 24909 views/ 2 favorites The Wife By: ddmistress Jenny desired her man so much tonight. They had chatted earlier in the evening and she was given the rare chance to see him on web cam. While they had frequent online sex and spoke often. She was able to have him in person, only every few months. Not nearly enough for a woman who had the sexual drive that Jenny had. She spent many nights using her vibrator that he had purchased for her. Still, it was not him.... Tonight, she was dangerous and drove toward his home, she had to see him. She wanted him so... As she looked through the window of the mansion he owned with his wife of many years. She saw them close together. Today, as they had been together, she heard him tell his wife that he loved her, as she said she wanted to work things out. Jenny, knew; that this was the end of their three year affair. She loved him so, and wanted to be able to spend the rest of her life with him. But hearing him say the words, just as he had said them to her many times before, told her that they were never to be together. He would stay with his wife. No matter how difficult he made it to be, he was hers, not Jenny's. She cried with the thought. As, she looked into the window she watched him kiss her with the lips that had kissed her so many nights, as his hands moved up her rounded and soft body to her bountiful breasts. They popped out of the bra straining for his touch as she leaned into him. He quickly released the other breast and removed her shirt. She leaned into his touch. I could see his desire for her as his manly bulge pushed against his jeans. She must have wanted him too as she quickly removed his jeans and shirt, while he spent his pleasure on her breasts and moved down toward her pussy. His need for her was obvious. I was silently crying as I watched him make love to his wife. Knowing that his love for me was false. I could see how he wanted her just as he wanted me. But I could see how her touch, from years of experience was much more sensual than mine had ever been. The silent tears flowed down my face as I continued to watch him make passionate love to his wife. He moved his hands down towards her wet and wanton pussy while she moved to take his cock in her hands. I could see the passion and pleasure as she stroked him. He had the same look he gave me when he went down on her pussy and stuck his tongue into her private areas. I could hear her audible moan as he took her with his tongue flicking in and out expertly, sucking her pussy and brining her close to orgasm. I knew those moves intimately, as he had used them on me many times. My pussy was wet with desire as I watched him tongue his wife. I could hear her come quickly to orgasm as he moved his tongue inside her pussy. I cried as I came to my own orgasm. She moved her mouth down toward his cock, my cock, and began to suck it in a way that only a wife would know how to perform. I could see his balls swell with desire as he became closer to his own orgasm. He shot loads of sweet cum onto her face and chest. I could see her pleasure in receiving his manly fluid all over her body. They both greedily went about cleaning it up and taking it from each others mouths...Their passion mounting again... It was enough for me. I knew for once an all that my man would stay with his wife. That I was just the bitch whore. He would stay with the mother of his children and that she needed to move on. The tears flowed down my face. She loved this man, more than anything... She had been there for him through thick and thin. Through the most difficult moments in his life, more than his wife. He told her that she was too good to him, and now she saw that just loving him was not enough. She walked back to her apartment and prepared for her departure, back to the place she started at.... Leaving the love of her life, but releasing him to what he needed. She loved him so much that if being with his wife made him happy she would be happy for him. As she quietly disappeared from him allowing him the happiness he so deserved. The Wife 01 Chapter One - Caught So my wife came into the computer room late one night and caught me masturbating. Worse, I was partially bound and using the computer to get myself off! I had waited in the living room and pretended to read until she went to bed and I was sure she was asleep. Then I had quietly gone into the computer room. Shutting the door, I turned on the computer and pulled out my cardboard box of restraints and sexual toys from the closet. I had buried the toys under some sheets and was reasonably sure that they had not been moved nor discovered. I placed the box beside my computer chair. Working quickly, I stripped naked and sat in the computer chair. I attached leather cuffs to my ankles and placing them behind the swivel on my seat attached them together with a length of chain. It was actually much easier to do than I would have thought. Next I gagged myself with a ball gag. Last, I handcuffed one half of a set of handcuffs to my left wrist. "My right hand would be busy...So no need there!" I told myself. I surfed the net until I had found my favorite web site dedicated to something called 'Ruined Orgasms and Post Orgasm Torture'. There, I logged in and was busy enjoying myself. I never heard her, was not even aware of her presence until I felt a cool draft from the open door. I turned, startled to see her staring intently at the monitor screen. Before I could do anything, my wife grabbed both my hands pulled them behind my back where she locked them into the cuffs. Firmly moving my chair off to the side, she pulled over another chair until she was sitting in front of the monitor. She said nothing. She merely sat quietly and watched the video on the monitor in front of her. I sat, mortified, off to one side. I was nude, bound and partially aroused. There was a part of me that wanted her to free me and we could pretend that this had never happened. One of my greatest fears was that she would find out about my closet desires and leave me. I adored her outside the bedroom and I thought that she found sexual activities dull. She certainly never seemed very interested in them whenever I tried to take charge. After a while, I quit trying and simply used the computer and my right hand. She abruptly changed the web page to another one on the same site. It had the mission statement of the web site and she seemed to be studying it at length. Finally, she turned to me and stated, "So this is what you like." It wasn't a question, nor was it an accusation. It was a statement of fact and we both knew it. Although I was horribly embarrassed, I nodded to the affirmative. "Just to be sure..." She added, "You don't seem to care for humiliation or serious pain...Just having your cock controlled." Again I nodded. She nodded to herself and grabbing my bare nipple, squeezed it very hard! I gasped through the gag and tried to pull away but I wasn't going anywhere. I looked at her in disbelief. She stared back, let go of my nipple and said, "When I first met you, I had a feeling that this was what you liked but you were so cautious that I couldn't find any evidence of it. So I have been going to bed and amusing myself...night after night...With fantasies of what I would do to you if you were my sub." She paused before adding, "Now that you are, we are going to be very, very busy!" Chapter Two - Rules She reached down between my legs, grabbed my semi erect dick and squeezed it meaningfully. "I'll be right back." She said as she left the room. A moment later, she returned with a bottle of lube and a hand towel. Taking a handful of the slippery stuff, she reached down without any preamble and began to rhythmically squeeze and stroke and dick. In a matter of seconds, I was iron hard and panting with desire. Suddenly she stopped and said firmly, "You may not come without permission!" I nodded at her command but she had turned back to the monitor. With her left hand she would fondle and squeeze my iron hard manhood. With her right, she surfed all over the web site and its related links. All of them devoted to cock control by a dominant female. Finally, she turned to face me. "Here are the rules." She snapped, her hand continuing to work its cruel magic. "One, you are to sexually service me every day to my satisfaction! That won't be easy. I'm a very particular woman and I have a voracious appetite. By the time I am done, you will be well schooled in how to please me." Her hand stroked me and she seemed to be warming to her task. She smiled a victorious smile as she stroked me as she spoke. "Two, I will be sexually tormenting you every night and day and you are not to come except when I force it from your bound and trembling body...And, aside from tonight, that will be no more than once a week...At first." Her voice had added the ring of authority to it. I did my best not to come all over her hand. "Three, I WILL be ruining your orgasms and I WILL be stimulating your cock after you come and you WILL Thank Me for this!" She said with even great vehemence. I groaned and gasped with sexual desire. "Four, outside the bedroom, no one is to know about us but inside, I am definitely in control and there will be serious consequences for any breach of these rules!" She said coldly. She looked down at my hard cock and then into my eyes before speaking again. Her face took on a cruel cast as she continued to stroke my dick, "You should see your face." She stood and stripped then, Right down to the skin. I have always desired my wife. Now she was nude, sexually aware of me and I was not able to do anything about it! She smiled coldly at me and said, "Long have I waited for this moment!" Turning my chair to face her, she knelt slowly between my legs, wiped of the lube from my iron hard manhood and said, "I'm going to enjoy this!" Chapter Three - Dominance She took my hard dick in her mouth right to its base in one swift movement. I gasped behind the gag and struggled helplessly not to shoot my seed down her throat. She pulled back as quickly as she taken me, lightly slapped my hard dick and laughed. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. The person she was during the day bore little resemblance to this cruel and sexually aggressive creature. She looked at me with feigned innocence and asked mildly, "Don't you like this side of your wife?" I said nothing, choosing instead, to let my hard dick show how I felt about her. She nodded and smiled coldly before continuing to stroke my dick. When I was but a few scant seconds from shooting my load she stopped, again. I stifled the groan that came to my lips but it was apparent to both of us that she was in control and that I obviously liked it, even though it was very frustrating. She knelt forward again and sucked my cock. Once again, I found myself pulling hard at my restraints and struggling not to come. She pulled back, cruelly slapped my cock and said, "I do so enjoy sucking cock! It has been way too long since I have indulged in my oral fixation!" "Do keep in mind that you have vowed to love honour and cherish me!" She snapped, "And I have not been cherished nearly as much as I deserve!" She took a handful of lube and began to stroke me again. There she knelt, in front of my bound body, nude sexually aggressive and there was nothing I could do but endure (and enjoy) her cruel ministrations. I groaned and writhed in sexual desire but we both knew I wasn't going anywhere. She smiled cruelly up at me and added, "There is nothing you can do but I expect you to put on a good show of trying to hold back. If I even think that you are slacking off...You will be Punished!" I groaned in rising fear and passion as I felt her cruel, wet hand ride up my flat-against-my-belly hard dick. She smiled at my flinching as her hand rode over the head of my manhood. Back down my shaft her hand went. Over and over she did this. In a matter of seconds I was groaning and gasping behind my gag yet again. I struggled and twisted helplessly as she brought me closer and closer to the edge! Just when I was sure I could take no more...She stopped touching me. I slouched back in the chair, exhausted yet aroused. She untied me then, including the ball gag and ordered me to the bedroom where she tied me spread-eagled and face up on our bed. Chapter Four - Service She got up on the bed and dumped the bottle of lube and the hand towel beside her. "I'm going to use you now. I'm going to use you and I expect you to enjoy being used!" She said cruelly. I said nothing. She moved up the bed until she was sitting on my face. I could smell her wet feminine essence and taste the moistness of her cunt. She had always been clean shaven and the outer lips of her vagina were swollen with desire. "You know what to do." She said. I did and I quickly set to work. My lips and tongue worked ardently as I sought to pleasure this beautiful creature. Within a couple of minutes, I could feel her shake and hear her approaching climax. My cock was very hard as she came then; shrieking and pulling my head close to her vagina. Once she was done, she calmed somewhat but she did not get off. So I continued to pleasure her with my mouth. A couple of minutes later, she came on my face yet again. Another thirty minutes would go by until my face and neck were just too sore to continue. "That was adequate." She said as she slid back down my body until she was between my legs once again. She took a handful of lubricant and began to stroke my flaccid dick. I gasped at the pleasure and my body pulled and twitched as I tried to meet her hand. I heard her laugh then, a rich contented laugh and I knew I was in for a long night. She got up onto me then, wiping her hand of excess lubrication on the hand towel. With one deft motion, I felt my now iron had cock enter her wet vagina. I gasped in pleasure as she sat atop me and rode me for her pleasure. I could feel her hips grinding back and forth. I saw her one hand grasping her nipple while the other hand played with her tousled mane. She arched her perfect breasts as she neared her moment. Her face was a mask of passion and desire. Within a minute I watched and felt her as she came yet again. She looked down at me before she spoke. "Oh that was only the first of many! Don't think for a moment that I am going to let you off lightly!" She spoke with great calm. "I am right pissed off with you! Here I am, ready to be treasured and here you are...Treasuring your right hand!" She snapped but maintained her seat on my hard cock. Within a couple more minutes I could tell she was going to come again. Her movements became jerkier and more pronounced until finally she was there. "OH! Oh! Oh!" With that she came yet again! This was like her sitting on my face. She rode me for quite some time. It was both a pleasure and an agony to serve her sexually. I dearly wanted to come but I simply refused to disappoint her. It was apparent to both of us that she was in control. Chapter Five -- Climax At length, once she was obviously fully pleasured, she got off of me and left the room without a backward glance. I lay there nude, bound and used. I felt both exhausted and aroused, now even more so than before. I heard her use the toilet then saw her in the hall as she walk naked and unashamed out to kitchen. There was the sound of the fridge opening as she poured herself a drink. The cupboard banged slightly as she made herself something to eat. A moment later, she reentered the bedroom with a glass of juice and a sandwich. "You know, there is nothing like a good glass of juice and a hearty sandwich after a fucking like that!" She said with real enjoyment. I looked at her without speaking and she smiled cruelly. "No I have not forgotten...Although before I'm done you might wish I had..." She said with malicious glee. She ate the rest of her sandwich and carefully drank the last of her juice before setting the glass down on the dresser. She scrambled up on the bed between my legs and smiled catlike at me. Taking a handful of lube, she grasped my now flaccid dick and began to squeeze and stroke it for what I thought was one last time. It took the work of only a couple of minutes to bring me to the edge of a climax. Just as I got there, she stopped. I bit my lip to stifle my groan. I looked at her with quiet desperation but she just smiled. Then she started to stroke me again! Once again, I was on the verge of coming. Only this time she did not stop! "Ask!" She snapped, her cruel hand working hits magic on my hard dick. "May I come?" I gasped quietly. "Louder!" She said. I complied. "Louder and more manly! I only control a MAN! Are you a MAN?" She asked rhetorically. "Yes!" I shouted, "I'm a MAN and I want to come!" She laughed and said, "Then show me you are a MAN and hold back!" I found myself panting and pulling hard against the cruel restraints as she stroked my cock. Finally, I knew it was no use. I was going to come if she kept it up. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" I shouted. She said simply, "Then come and I will polish your apple!" With that warning I could feel my orgasm begin. My butt arched up. My cock became even more tender under her cruel touch. And just as I was on the very edge of my orgasm, she stroked me once more before stopping. I gasped as I could feel my load shooting helplessly into the air. My powerful orgasm, the one that I had worked on all night was ruined. And it had been deliberate. I glared at my wife who feigned innocence before speaking. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to continue?" She asked. Before I could speak she answered her own question, "Well of course you want me to!" She reached for my still hard cock... Chapter Six -- Torment Now that I had climaxed, I definitely did not want to be touched on my cock. I gasped in pain and shock as she slowly and carefully ran her hand up my shaft. A gasp slipped out from between my lips as her hand ran over the head of my oh-so-sensitive cock. She giggled and deliberately ran her hand back down the head of my cock. This time I tried to jerk away from her manipulations. It was no use. The restraints that she had used would not allow me much room to move. I was in for it now. She had a good time at my expense. Her hand ran up and down the shaft of my cock. That was bearable, although slightly uncomfortable. It was when she ran her hand over the head of my cock that I responded helplessly too. I would watch as she would stoke my cock head. I would gasp and pull against her cruel manipulations. I found myself gasping and groaning against her cruelty. I looked at her face desperately but she just smiled, "You deserve to be punished for making me wait to be cherished." She stroked me and now I shrieked. "You deserve to be punished because you found pleasure while I did not." She intoned. She stroked first the shaft and then head of my cock yet again. I cried out and pulled hard, struggling helplessly to get away. "You deserve to be punished simply because it gives me pleasure." She said. Her cruel hand stroked me again and again I tried to pull away. She paused then and said, "I want you to arch up and meet my hand." I looked at her as though she had gone mad. "Arch up and meet my hand or I shall punish you for a longer time. Show you can take this. Show me now!" She said with conviction. Gathering my resolve, I did my best to arch my still hard cock. She grabbed the base of it, "That's right! Be Strong now!" I felt her hand race up the shaft and without pause; go over the head of my cock. It hurt and I gasped in pain but I bore it as well as I could. "That's what I'm talking about!" She said encouragingly. Once again she tormented my sensitive dick. I flinched and winced as her hand passed over my dick head. "All right!" She cried out, "Now we're on a roll!" For the next few minutes, she stroked my dick with agonizing results. Finally, when I felt I could bear no more; she stopped. "Don't you have something to say to me?" She asked. It was hard to say with meaning but I managed it, "Thank you." She got up, placed her face close to mine and said, "I forgive you for your indulgence...I also look forward to our session tomorrow." I looked at her a little flabbergasted. "Oh don't worry, you won't be coming." She said with an assuring tone, "But I will be." The Wife 02 Foreword Dear Reader, This is a Femdom tale. It does contain B.D.S.M. It does contain Bondage. It does contain sexual torment, so-called ruined orgasms and post orgasm torment. It does not contain humiliation nor are there scenes of degradation or prolonged suffering. I do not like to live on my knees and I absolutely will not allow those around me to do so either. The idea is to increase sexual arousal, not diminish it. You have been warned. p.s. The naughty bits start about nine hundred words down with 'Chapter Two -- That Night'. Regards, Spencer Chapter One -- The Morning After My wife had caught me jerking off and ended up dominating me the night before. After a wild time we had finally gone to bed rather awkwardly and in near complete silence. Now it was the next morning. I had gotten up early and exercised, as was my usual routine. After my breakfast and shower, I dressed and went into the computer room, booted up the machine and began to prepare for my day. I tried not to let the glorious events of the previous night interfere with this but it was hard. My mind kept wandering back to my wife's swollen vagina, as she had ridden my face. I felt her hands on my iron hard shaft, once again... With an effort, I forced my mind back to work. "It was that good was it?" I heard my wife say from the doorway behind me. With a start, my hands jerked away from my pant covered crotch and I turned to face her lounging in the doorway. I smiled and let my gaze wander over her tousled mane and hot body. She was barely covered with something silken and shimmery that left a lot of leg and part of her shoulder and bare breast showing. It was unusual for her to awaken much before noon. Her job was very demanding but took place during the afternoon and early evening. That she was up now meant something. I stood, walked over to her and taking her roughly in my arms, kissed her hard and long. She returned my passion with equal fervor. Looking up into my eyes, she said, "We have to talk." I nodded and we went to the kitchen. I poured us coffees and we sat at the table. She was across from me. Her shimmery gown seemed to want to fall off and I found it easy to let my eyes wander over her near nudity; a sight I was not really used to. Even the gown was new to me. "From the way you're staring, it must be very exciting." She observed. I decided to get right to it and I spoke right from the heart. I smiled, met her eyes and said, "We have known each other for two years and been married for one of them. Outside the bedroom, I like many things about you. I don't want what happened to us last night to put a crimp in that." I paused but she said nothing and merely continued to meet my eyes. "I want you to know that last night was really hot for me...A secret dream come true." I said, looking down. "I have been interested in this sort of thing since high school. In fact, my first marriage ended when she discovered it." I confessed. Taking a deep breath before I continued, "She said she couldn't be with a wimp like me." Remembering the past conflict, I shook my head and continued, "I got mad and said some stuff that couldn't be taken back and after that, well, we divorced." "And when I met you...And...Well...We hit it off; I was worried that you'd think the same as she had. So I ended up saying nothing about what I really liked...Inside the bedroom, I mean." I finished awkwardly, letting my gaze go down. Looking up I said, "I love you and what we did last night was really exciting and you should know that I would always be willing to sexually submit to you." I hesitated before blurting the next part out, "But I absolutely will not live on my knees so if this is a problem for you..." I let my sentence trail off, felt my heart thumping in my throat and my palms sweat as I watched this vision of beauty and grace to whom I was married, mull my words. It was hard to keep meeting her eyes but I did my best. She nodded in acknowledgement of my confession and leaned slightly forward, her hand closing the gown to stop it from falling away as she spoke. "Well, that's quite a mouthful." She said succinctly, "I too, like a lot of things about you...Outside the bedroom." "Oddly enough, my first marriage ended because I refused to treat my ex as disrespectfully as he seemed to need." She smiled, a bit embarrassed and continued, "I mean; you saw what I like inside the bedroom." "My ex wanted to submit way more than I wanted to dominate. I tried to do as he wished but my heart just wasn't in it." She paused, looked down and said quietly, "I came home one night to find a 'Dear Jane' letter on the counter. It seemed he had found someone who was willing to mistreat him to the degree he wanted." She sighed quietly, in a resigned manner and said, "So we went our separate ways but I swore then that I would never again compromise my principles for someone else." "And then I met you. We seemed to agree on so much, outside the bedroom. I found I was willing to forgo that." She paused before adding, "You were worth it." She looked up and said, "I, too, was very worried that last night would spell the end of 'us'." She said quietly, "Regardless of how we got here, I think we are on the same page." She reached out her hand and asked, "Don't you?" Chapter Two -- That Night The day went by in what seemed to me to be the blink of an eye. After I kissed my wife and left for work, her words kept running through my head. "When I finish my shift tonight, I expect to be catered to; cherished, if you will." She had purred at me, a half smile on her lips and a sparkle I had not seen in her eye before. She usually finished work and came home close to ten each week night. This gave me about five hours of alone time. I knew that would be more than enough for me to be ready. When she came home, I was ready. I greeted her at the door, took her coat and kissed her right and strong. She smiled and said, "Nice threads." I smiled back and thanked her. "Dinner is ready, babe." I said, "Have a seat in the dinning room." I had set the table and made her favorite dish. Dinner was fun and I flirted with her all the way through it. After dinner, we played cards. I knew that she enjoyed this but I also knew she'd be tired if we played too long. Once the game was finished we went into the living room, where she sat in an easy chair. I continued to stand. Then, without any preamble; I stripped down. She watched with apparent interest. I knelt before her, reached up under her dress for her panties and carefully pulled them off. We both knew where this was going. She scooted down to the edge of the chair to better facilitate my lips and tongue on her vagina. I could smell her sexual essence as I went to work on pleasuring her with my face. It took only the work of a few moments before I felt her begin to groan and squirm as her first orgasm took hold. Soon she was pulling my head close to her now hot, moist and now very swollen vagina. Her orgasms followed in waves. "It must be nice to be multi orgasmic." I thought to myself, as I licked, sucked and kissed her feminine essence. Finally, and before I felt that I was done, she pulled my face away from her. "Up...Get up, take me to bed and service me now!" She demanded in a husky voice. When I went to kiss her, she pulled her face away and said, "No kisses until you wash the taste of pussy off your face." I smiled, feeling horny and rather devilish and replied, "Don't tell me the taste bothers you...I thought that all women were bi or at least bi curious." She laughed at that and said with mock severity, "Oh, you are going to pay for that!" I washed my face and joined her in the bedroom. She was now clad only in nylons and a bra as she lay atop the king size bed. I was hard at the sight of this wet dream. "Fuck me!' She demanded, "But you do not come unless I allow it." I nodded and went to join her. Chapter Three -- Sexual Service I had not told her but one of my real personal pleasures was to fuck her without cumming; to literally make my sexual act of coitus all about pleasuring her. As I mounted her, I felt my hard cock enveloped by her. That hot, wet pressure felt good and I drove all the way in. She arched up to meet my thrust and I knew she had just climaxed again. Over the next eternity, I serviced my wife. I could feel her thrash about under me. I could hear her groans and cries of pleasure. I knew these came from my actions. The very thought kept me hard. At length, I paused with only the tip of my still hard cock inside her. All my weight was on my forearms and toes. The only part of me touching her was my penis. Slowly, carefully, I teased her by easing my cock a tiny bit further inside. She looked up at my face and smiled coquettishly. I thrust back and forth a few centimetres at a time. She looked at me inquiringly. It kept me hard to hold this position and sexually arouse my wife. I decided to take it a bit further. I told her a joke. "A man gets his girlfriend to agree to sex. She says 'yes' but only if he promises not to put it in 'all the way'. He agrees but once there, he slams it to the base of his cock and she says 'put it in all the way'. To which he replies, 'oh no, a promise is a promise'." She laughed until I suddenly drove myself into her to my base. She gasped and said, "Oh my!" I fucked her again then, rough and hard. She met my passion with her own. After several more minutes of this she pushed me away and said, "Lay on your back." I did as she commanded and when she got off the bed, I knew what she intended. "There are restraints on each corner of the bed." I said, hoping that she intended to tie me spread-eagled and use me. I was right and it took only the work of a couple of moments for her to bind and mount me. I felt her hot, wet vagina envelope my hard cock and looked up at her face as she rode me like a bucking bronco. I bucked and struggled and did my best to give her the ride of her life. She groaned and cried out as her orgasms took hold. Her face was a mask of passion and lust. I could feel her grind against me as she let her passions have free rein. At length, she seemed to have enough. She got off the bed. Reaching into a dresser drawer, she pulled out a couple of scarves. She used one to blindfold me. The other became a cleave gag. A cleave gag does not actually stop talking. All it really seems to do is increase a sense of helplessness in the wearer. It certainly seemed to do that on me. Once I was blindfolded and gagged, she spoke. "Don't go away. I'll be right back." Chapter Four -- Tension Building I heard her use the washroom and then she seemed to be rummaging about in the kitchen. For a while I didn't hear much of anything. I was still sexually aroused but not longer hard. I wasn't content nor was I restless. The best way to describe my feelings would be to say that I was poised. I heard her come back into the bedroom. "I've just been reviewing the porn sites you go to...Now that I know which ones they are." She mused, "I must say that I am encouraged by the things I see there." I heard her climb onto the bed and settle between my legs. I felt a tingle of sexual desire grow in me as she moved closer to my crotch. Her firm hand suddenly and aggressively grabbed my semi flaccid dick. I gasped and then, felt myself quickly become hard. My wife slowly and deliberately squeezed my growing erection in a rhythmic fashion. I groaned behind the cleave gag and arched up to meet her hand. With utter domination, she wanked my now iron hard cock. Very soon I knew I was going to shoot my load. I cried out in a muffled and rather garbled exclamation but my meaning was clear. She immediately quit touching me. I gasped and wiggled my hips. I was ready to be deep in the grip of my climax. I bit back a groan of frustration. "That's right; you don't get to cum until I say." She said firmly. "I know that you have fucked me with your face. I know that you have fucked me with your dick. I know that you have let me fuck you to my heart's content." She spoke primly. Her hand had returned to my dick and was alternating between rhythmically squeezing dick and stroking its hard length. I arched up to meet her. She continued, "None the less, I expect you to man up here. You are to show me how much you want to cum but let us be clear! Only I get to say when." I nodded and hoped she could see it. She must have. Her strokes continued and began to be firmer and harder. They were now more aggressive than before. I found myself panting and pulling hard at the powerful restraints that contained me. She stopped touching me. I gasped. She grabbed my hard dick before I knew what was happening and she began to aggressively masturbate me again. I struggled and groaned with pleasure. It was soon, all I could, do not to come. Her voice was full of tension as she spoke then, "This is called 'edging'. We are going to be doing a lot of it...So you better get used to this." I groaned at this cruel pleasure. She laughed and asked rhetorically, "So, you 'like' it, do you?" An uncounted number of minutes passed. She would bring me to the edge of a climax and then stop touching me. After a few seconds, she'd start stroking me again. The sexual tension I felt was quickly turning into a frenzy of lust. I realized that I was at her mercy. Even more exciting was the fact that she seemed to have no mercy for my bound and trembling body. Her cruel hands worked my shaft with a knowing expertise. Every time I'd start to cum; she'd stop touching me. I heard her giggle. "Ordinarily, I'd stop here and you'd simply not cum tonight...By my hand." She said warningly, "But you have earned a punishment tonight instead..." "Do you remember when I said you'd have to pay for that remark about 'all women being bi'?" She asked mildly. I groaned and even though my gag muffled the words, they were clear, "Oh NO!" I heard her giggle again as she responded, "OH YES!" Chapter Five -- Ruined Orgasm and Post Orgasm Torment Now I was in for it. She masturbated me with negligent ease and her skill soon had me ready to come, once again. I was pulling hard, ready to cum. I was so filled with desire that I was heedless of consequence. Not that it would have mattered anyway; I was hers to do with as she pleased and we both knew it. Just as I started to cum, I felt her stop. I gasped and continued to arch toward her unseen hand, expecting her to start up again. I was not disappointed. Now I could feel my climax build deep in my loins. Her knowing hand was racing lightly up and down my hard and sensitive shaft. I could feel the orgasm build past the point that I could control it. I cried out from behind my gag. She laughed and said, "Sure, in fact, I want you to cum." So filled with sexual desire was I that I didn't even think of what she had in store. I started to climax! I could feel my load begin to rise up my shaft! I could feel myself arching up to meet her demanding hand! She let go! I pulled helplessly against the now cruel bonds that held me. I arched up in a now futile effort to feel any sexual friction. I could feel my hard dick pointing helplessly in the air, devoid of her touch. "Touch me!" I though desperately, "Touch me, one last time!" It was no use. I shot into the air without benefit of culmination. She had ruined my orgasm yet again! I growled in frustration! She laughed and asked sarcastically, "Oh was I not supposed to stop?" My ejaculation finished and my dick, while still semi hard was quickly drooping. She grabbed it and stroked the shaft, several times! I gasped and tried to pull away from the now cruel touch. I cried out from behind the gag. She stroked my overly sensitive dick up and down the shaft again. This time, as she finished, her hand rode up over the head of my dick. I tried to sit up and pull away from her cruel touch. My efforts were not entirely in vain. They got a lusty laugh out of her. She let her hand grab the base of my still hard cock. It rode up the shaft and over the head. I cried out yet again! Over the next eon, my wife tormented me. "So, question time...Time to find out how much you have learned." She intoned. I groaned against her cruel touch. I felt her knowing hand stroke my overly sensitive cock. "Do you still think that 'all women are bi'?" She asked mildly, her hand still stroking my shaft. I could see very well where this was heading but I didn't want her to think I was a total wimp. I nodded that I did, indeed, think all women are naturally bi. "After all, aren't they?" I thought to myself. She laughed and said, "I like a wilful and disobedient partner; especially one who is at my mercy!" She stroked my cock for several minutes then. Every so often, she'd let her hand ride up and over the head of my dick. I must have put on quite a show for her then. Truth to tell, I don't really know. Her cruel manipulation of my overly sensitive cock was almost more than I could bear. At length, she paused. "Are all women bi?" She asked meaningfully. I shook my head then. "I can't hear you!" She said. I felt her hand riding up and down my cock, threatening to polish my apple. I shouted through the gag. She laughed and tormented my cock some more. "Make me believe!" She snapped. I gurgled and cried out, still at the edge of my ability to endure her torment. She quit touching. I felt her face close to mine. "That was very satisfying." She said. I had to agree. The Wife My wife and I were having some sexual issues in the bedroom, I wanted more and she wanted to give less, she was kind of shy and prudish But I did talk her into going with me to a swingers club. Once there for me it was very exciting, For my wife it was what seemed to her like an utter embarrassment to say the least, So it was a No Go if you Know what I mean. Many men looked interested in my lovely wife. She is 42 yrs old; 5' 6" weighs 136 pounds great body with big adorable chest and small waist and great soft little behind with well proportioned legs. Medium length blond semi curly hair and beautiful green eyes, those kind that looks right through you. But the wife wasn't interested in doing anything. So after a couple of years of living with disappointment after disappointment. I decided one day to do something different. She was going to Florida on a business trip, I went onto Craig's list and put an ad that I need a man to seduce my wife, and take her somewhere and have sex with her and photograph the entire event. I also posted a small photo of my wife onto the ad I received many responses but almost none to my liking. Then one stuck out, a fine 26 yr old tall well built college guy. Mark yes he would be the one to try this. He and I spoke on the phone and set the entire thing up. He would meet her somewhere and go from there, Ok so it's all a go now. My wife Paula is an RN and works as a consultant for a large medical firm and doesn't travel allot but does a few times a year. So I was determined to take full advantage of the situation to make this work and open her up to more of what I expected in a wife, rather then what I had as a wife. So the day came she left for Tampa and I called Mark, He informed me that he had an apartment and had a hidden camera set up in his living area. I said great. My wife called after her meeting and said that she was going back to her hotel for some rest and then latter she and a co worker was going to go out the the Blue Pelican bar for a couple of drinks and then back to the hotel. I said Ok and to enjoy her self but to get some rest, and I smiled. I later called Mark and told him where she would be and also emailed him a couple of very revealing pictures to get him riled up some. He told me that he would be there. Hours went by and I was entirely anxious, Then a call from Mark, he told me that he had found her and that she was sitting with her friend and what she was wearing, he was going to allow her to consume a couple of drinks before maneuvering her way. I told him great. I was tired so I went to bed thinking about this event and what would happen. When I awakened in the morning and had a little coffee, I decided to check my e mail, and I was shocked and indeed surprised, There was a video of Paula my wife on the couch at Marks place, I could hear everything that was being said. It was awesome to say the least, My wife with a strange man indeed wonderful. I simply couldn't believe it, How did he get her to go with him? Soon I watched as he caressed her leg and then kissed her. I had a ranging erection to say the least. He slowly caressed the sides of her breast with his big young hands, So her hand moved to his crotch where she had to have been shocked and presently surprised by the size of his package, Knowing he would be larger than me her husband. I watched as they undressed each other, it was truly amazing to watch, My prude innocent little wife doing this, cheating as I watch. Soon I watched Mark nibble and suck my wife's chest I hear her moan loudly. She strokes his large unit with her small famine hands, My lord it looks giant in her hands I thought. Soon he maneuvered between her thighs with his face and licked her sensitive pussy, Her legs spread ever so wide, His hands mauled her big boobs as he continued. Her moans were loud and animalistic, Oh my god I couldn't stand it, it was turning me on so ravenous, Soon I watched as she took his extra large meat into her mouth my lord it looked as if she was gagging upon it, I watched as he shoved her face into it, He groaned loudly as she sucked away upon him, It was utterly fantastic to watch, Her small female hand cupped his large shaven balls as she throated him. Soon he laid her back upon the sofa and spread her legs wide and entered her tiny cunt with his rock hard massive tool, She cried out with mercy as he entered her pink canal, I too was rock hard by now, She wrapped her legs over his back so she could have all of him, it was truly incredible, "Oh my God" I said to myself. It was truly something to watch my sexy wife have sex with a young well built man. When he was ready to burst he then began to fuck her ever well developed breasts she moaned loudly and screamed "Yes fuck my Big Tits" Then I watched and could witness his cream flying upon her face and breast flesh. I watched her lick it from her chest, soon I was masturbating, I watched as they affectionately caressed and kissed, and soon the video ended. I came in a Fury of spasm's and was exhausted. After a little while I called and spoke with Mark, He told me all about it and how awesome my wife was and how lucky I was to have a woman like her. Well I picked her up from the airport and life went on nothing was said about her adventure with Mark. Three months later she had to fly to Arlington Texas, and I figured that maybe this could work again, and it did. This time it was a young man named Tony. A few months after that it was Pittsburg Pennsylvania same thing had met this young guy "Gary" I told this young man that I wanted to ratchet the situation up some what, He asked how so? I told him once you get her home and get her naked and begin having sex to have another young man there come out of another room and surprise her, and if she wasn't into it, to hold her down and do it anyways, He asked "really" I told him YES Really!! This turned out to be the best video ever, turned out she wasn't into it, and was forced to perform, she had tears and acted scared but preformed well under pressure, It was indeed so incredibly hot to watch as my pretty little wife was held down and fucked , fucked hard, and even anal fucked, The more she screamed the harder my cock became. it was indeed an awesome picture my poor little abused wife, My cheating wife, a wife deserving such a fate. The end was phenomenal with them both abusing her large breasts and covering her flesh with their man cream. They made her eat it all up, My god did I cherish that video. Now this kind of thing went on for about a year and a half, I had burnt all the video's and still pictures the men had taken and sent me on DVD's and CD's. One evening after taking my wife out to dinner and driving home in our car, I asked "Hey baby would you ever cheat on me"? almost instantaneously she said "No Honey you know me" I said "Good" she said "Why do you ask" Then I asked this "So who is Mark"? "I don't know honey" she answered. I was furious to say the least but I kept it to myself. Once we arrived home I went and got the DVD "MARK" and put it into the player and switched on the television, "What's that"? my wife questioned. "Oh just a little show I want you to see" I answered. "Alright" she replied, Then it started, Her and Mark on the sofa at his place. "You know Mark now bitch"? I asked harshly "Oh my God" she blurted out. "Yea I fuck'en bet your remember Mark now"! I yelled "Sucking and Fucking his big cock"! "You Whore"! I yelled "Oh how did you get this"? she cried "Well Whore that Mark tried to get a hold of you and got me instead, oh yes he liked you" I screamed Knowing it was all a big fib I was eating it up, But I held back. I turned up the volume so she could hear herself moan. "Oh you liked that didn't you , you little bitch, Oh Yea"!! I yelled at her. Paula was crying now completely ashamed of her self and her lies to me her husband. I would use this to my full potential. "Well you little whore, guess what! , I am filling for a divorce tomorrow"! I screamed at her. She got up and ran out of the room in complete and utter shame the tears just rolled down her cheeks. "Good now I have got her" I thought to myself. I didn't say another word to her the rest of the night, I slept on the couch that night, allowing her time to sulk, The next morning I awakened to the smell of coffee brewing and I found her at the kitchen table sitting, "I am sorry honey" she sheepishly said. "Too late for any of that" I harshly stated. "Oh God" she uttered "You are one BITCH"! I commanded like a prick. She began to once again cry and put her head down, I took my coffee out side and sat at the patio table and lit up a cigarette. "Fuck that whore" I said to myself. In a short while later she came out side and sat a crossed from me at the table. "Can we talk"? she asked "Why"? I said "Lee I do not want a divorce" she shyly stated "Tough Shit" I told her. "Lee Please" she stated "Go get me some fuck'en coffee" I told her She got up and took my cup and brought it back to me full and sat it onto the table by me. "Please Baby" she said to me "No Paula we are done, I mean it, You betrayed me" I said to her "Oh honey please don't say that" She Pleaded "I couldn't ever trust you again and I am filling for a god dam divorce Paula like it or not, that is were we are at" I explained to her firmly. She had to know just how serious I was and I intended to hold my ground. "Dam mit Lee I am so very sorry"! she yelled and went inside That's when I knew I was making progress. It was indeed working. Again I let her sulk in our bedroom and I left for the day, going to the sporting goods store and having a couple of drinks at a local bar, she called a couple of times on my cell phone but like a man I ignored her calls. On the way home I checked my voice mail, it was my wife telling me she was sorry and that she loved me ever so much, "Fuck that little whore" I said. After arriving home she came to me in the kitchen dressed in a sexy out fit, she looked awesome makeup done prefect and she was looking fine, "Talk to me baby" she said. "I have made up my mind darling and I am sorry But I am going to toss you out on your ass" I firmly instructed. "No Honey don't say that don't you love me"? she inquired "Of coarse I do But your a lying cheating slut" I stated "Please baby I'll do anything to make us better" she pleaded "What's that mean"? I asked "You know" she said "I took you to a swingers club and you refused to do anything and then you go out on business and fuck strangers wow yea I don't get it" I firmly stated "Its different baby I couldn't do it around you, But when I was alone it was exciting" she said to me "Really"!! I shouted "I guess that doesn't make any sense and I am so very sorry" she told me. "No it surely doesn't non at all" I told her "Baby please don't make me leave, what will it take for you to keep me"? she pleaded. "BBC"! I told her "What is that"? she surprisingly asked "BIG BLACK COCK"! I uttered intensely "SAY WHAT"? she asked "If you want to stay married, YOU will fuck some blacks and I watch period"!! I instructed "Oh hell no" she told me. "Ok fine I will see my Attorney in two days then" I replied "Lee Please"! "Isn't there anything else"? she inquired "NO"! I firmly and seriously told her. "Fine Then you ass hole"!! she replied I went to my office and got my digital camera, "Model for me" I told my sexy blond wife. I started taking pictures of her, It was turning me on something awful. and I think it was her also, I took pictures of her in all forms of dress and undress, "You know what I am going to do with these pic's" I asked her "No what"? she inquired "I am going to email these "YOUR Naughty" pictures to young black men" I replied smartly. "Oh God" she shyly replied "That's gross" she added "Well they will like it, they will masturbate to your pictures" I told her "Oh Lee that's weird" she stated "Well that's just too god dam bad isn't it dear" I blasted her. That night we made love for hours and talked more than we had talked in years. It was like old times again and it was great , I finally had my wife back the woman I married the slut instead of the prude. I told the first two black men that she was with that I wanted her used and abused and roughed up and fucked hard and covered in cum, and they did well, That is exactly how I got her back. Since that time there has been several other times where I have attended and watched and other times I have just set her up to be used and photographed. Our marriage is better than ever and we now also swing with other couples and have traded partners on other occasions. My lovely Paula and I are seriously happy and in love with one another it couldn't be better, When I call my wife a black cock whore when making love she moans louder than ever before and her cunt gets wetter than I ever knew before, She looks forward to the adventures and tells me that she even masturbates now. Our life is great, Now we share our life and our pictures and videos with other singles and couples to make their lives more adventurous, Its been great these last few years with our honesty and love * Thanks Lee and Paula Dover Phoenix AZ 8/21/2010 The Wife One of the great things about being married is that every wee while something will come along that will make you remember just how you came to fancy your wife in the first place. Take our friend's 40th birthday party recently. In the run up to it the wife had done the usual drill of going around the shops trying to find that perfect outfit. And when that was done of course there was the make up. And the jewellery and the footwear....guys you know the routine well I'm sure. On the day of the party I'd disappeared off to the football as usual, something that left us tight for time, and caused a bit of annoyance with the wife. So when I got back it was straight into the shower whilst the wife was getting sorted in the bedroom. She'd had her hair done too when I was out at the game and when she walked into the living room all made up, she looked absolutely amazing and bang all those thoughts you have when you know you want someone came flooding back. If she had said the word I would have happily forgotten about party there and then and enjoyed a night on my own with her, but that was never going to happen. The wife generally goes for substance over style. While some women will still go for heels and mini-skirts in the middle of winter despite freezing themselves to death the wife would simply not tolerate that at all. Far less the winter a British summer will see her wrapped up in a variety of padded coats and waterproofs looking more ready to tackle a walk to the North Pole than a day in the office. Likewise she would much rather half an extra half hour in her bed each morning than get up early to put the war paint on, just for the benefit of some leering old men in work or on the bus. What it does mean though is that you get so used to seeing that practical look that you can sometimes forget just how stunning she can look when does get dressed up to the nines. "How do I look" she asked, as she threw her leather jacket on to the couch and paraded up and down the room before me resplendent in a silky cream blouse, over brown leggings with a pair of previously unseen brown over the knee boots. I didn't have to lie as I gushed my praise at how sexy she looked. The click of her heels on the laminate flooring as she filled the obligatory little brown bag only added to my arousal, and as I stood cuddling her by the window as we waited the taxi my stiffening cock gently prodding back and forth into her arse left her in no doubt that my words of praise were indeed genuine. She giggled at the notion of me getting a hard-on for her and jokingly scolded me for being a naughty boy, for getting all excited and reminding me how we all know what naughty boys get for getting too excited don't we? The question didn't need answering, and not just because the toot of a horn outside signified the arrival of the taxi. The party itself was a riot. In the finest traditions of a working class social club the drinks were cheap, flowing ten to the dozen and most were soon ten sheets to the wind. Despite that and not being a particularly social type I retreated to a table at window at the back of the room whilst the wife got on with the important business of dancing the night away with a number of friends. I always enjoy watching her from afar at parties and gatherings when she's all dolled up. I love seeing the impression she has on other people and it was clear she was turning some heads tonight with the gentlemen company in the hall as she danced away. Two or three unknown guys had danced with her whilst she was up and she was clearly attracting some attention. I've never had any objections to that as the wife loves to dance and even when she's out on the town with her pals I trust her completely. She's told me loads of times how she's been chatted up and I must admit that I do get off on the fact I'm in a position dozens of other guys would like to be in I love the fact that can't help but tell every time she's out that despite having fun she can't wait to come to home to me at the end of the night. After getting some more drinks in at the bar for us I noticed she'd disappeared from the dance floor. I presumed she'd just gone for a pee but a chap at the window next to my table caught my attention and there was the wife outside having a cigarette with a couple of her pals. The wife doesn't smoke usually, only on vary rare occasions. Knowing it was something that was a bit of a turn on for me, she had smoked a couple of times at home in our role play, playing the naughty schoolgirl getting caught smoking and puffing on a fat cigar when playing my dominant boss. I loved it, but such occasions would be a very rare treat. Other than that it was only on occasions such as these when she'd had relax having had a few drinks would she sometimes have a smoke with her pals. And there she stood with a big smile on her face winking at me as she took a draw and exhaled. She was teasing me and damn well knew it. I'd already spent much of the night visualising fucking her in the outfit she was wearing and the addition of her fag in hand meant I was stiff as a board as she returned to the dance floor. A change of pace in music back to some of her 70's favourite brought a quick glance in my direction and that was my cue to take to the floor. My hands massaged those soft fleshy mounds on her rear as we danced as I took advantage of the now darkened room my once again stiff cock pressed into her midriff as we locked together and enjoyed a few slow smooches. "Round the back in two minutes" she croaked as we broke off our kissing when the last of the current batch of slow songs finished, and the DJ whipped things up again for the youngsters in the hall. I headed back to our table, finished off the rest of my Bud and began to make my way out through the now heaving dance floor. She was already there and waiting for me and when I was within touching distance the wife grabbed me close in a tight embrace and pushed her lips on to mine. Almost to the point I was pinned against the wall of the hall. Breaking off momentarily she gazed lustily at me and said: "I cant wait to you fuck me so hard when we get home". Clearly she wasn't the only one on heat tonight and the wanton expression on her face made her desires clear. Our lips re-locked and tongues continued to glaze each others mouths and faces with saliva. I hadn't had much experience prior to hooking up with the wife and when we'd kissed like this at the start of our relationship I'd found it awkward. It was ticklish and even gave me the shivers sometimes. These days though I was as much the driving force as her. I loved it. I loved covering her face and mouth in my drool, licking her, tasting her. The mixture of her lipstick, perfume and moisturiser from the outside and her hot wet saliva from her mouth was a tantalising mixture that was spread back and forth all over our faces. We'd been out there for a good ten minutes kissing passionately. She broke off the embrace momentarily and said: "We'd better get back. The girls will be looking for me". "Yeah" I replied laughing and hauled her back into my clutches forcefully and moved to recommence our kissing. "Woooahh" she chirped as my once again stiff cock pushed straight into her tummy. "Have you still got that stiffy." She paused "I can't possibly let you go back in there without getting rid of that". She hunched herself down, felt for my zip and released my cock from my boxers into the cool summer air. I wasn't blessed in the size department down there but it was sufficiently long when aroused for the good lady to do everything she wanted to do with it and she took it full in her mouth tickling my balls as me stared lovingly up at me. My body tingled as the she worked my cock and brought me closer to coming. Wanking me furiously for a spell then returning to sucking my shaft and teasing the tip of my knob with her teeth. "In my mouth I take it" she glanced up at me as she felt my knees begin to buckle and my legs quiver . "Oh yeah, oh yeah" I mustered as I put both my hands at the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth with increasing speed and force. This particular action the wife didn't especially enjoy so I kept it to the minimum. She knew however that I wasn't far away and it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded inside her mouth sending wave after wave of hot spunk down her throat. "Got to be better than the buffet" I joked as the euphoria continued to wash over me. She frowned as she tried not to laugh my cock still stuck in her mouth having its pink and weary head sucked clean by beautiful wife. Finally she released it from her willing mouth and it flopped down tired but satisfied as the wife scrambled to her feet. I thanked her and told her how much I loved her as I always did after such fun, for pleasuring me and for being the wonderful wife that I adored so much. The Wife This was beyond awkward. For eight of the past nine weeks I'd been driving some 40 miles to the next county to David's house to be his sex partner. It had started when David ran an ad on Deanslist looking for a bottom. The ad had included a picture of his stout but muscular body and a pic of his beautiful, erect, veiny, six-inch-plus penis. He was circumcised. We exchanged emails and I sent him pics of me both naked and "dressed"—from the shoulders down in bra, panties and thigh-highs. Since he didn't mention my crossdressing photos in his reply, I assumed he preferred his bottoms naked, and unadorned. Which was fine. We spoke by phone and hit it off immediately. Each of us was what the other wanted sexually, it seemed. I was thrilled. We set something up for an upcoming weekday afternoon. His window of opportunity, seeing how he was married, being from about 11 in the morning till five in the afternoon. His wife got home at six, he said. As for weeknights and weekends—they were generally out of the question owing to his "domestic situation." During that long, first phonecall, when I asked David what would happen if his wife came home early from work and caught us in bed, his reply was surprisingly nonchalant. My wife knows I'm bi-sexual, he said. She accepts it. She knows I have men over from time to time. Her only stipulations, he went on, were that she not be home at the time, that her husband practice safe sex and that he wash the sheets afterwards. Other than that she was "completely cool with it." I remained a little wary. I'd had sex of one form or another with dozens of married men, and I was no prude. Far from it. But deep inside I always remained a bit uneasy about "committing" adultery. On the other hand, was it adultery if someone's spouse knew about it, accepted it, and gave her blessing? All I knew was the last thing I ever wanted in my smorgasbord of a sex life was to end up being a "home wrecker." Once, at my house, prior to bottoming for a semi-regular named Jose (Jose, by far, had the thickest cock I'd ever taken inside of me, either orally or anally; he possessed the beer-can-sized penis of male myth; it hurt—but in good way), I'd been on my knees sucking him. Simultaneously and unconsciously, in my passion grappling with his mouthful of enormous cock, I'd dug my fingernails into his ass. A day or two later I received a humorous email from him admonishing me not to leave scratchmarks on his ass in the future. His wife, it turned out, had seen the red streaks in the shower and asked him where they'd come from! I inwardly shuttered. Anyway, I arrived at David's at what had become our appointed day and time, Wednesday about 1:30, only to find a second car in his driveway. It was a Honda CRV with a pink-on-white 13.1K decal on the back window. A half-marathon runner. Pink? Well, that could mean two things: female or gay. I hoped for the latter, wondering: was David growing bored with me? Had he invited a second sex partner over to liven things up? I grabbed my backpack full of female attire—what, that is, I wasn't already wearing under my "street" clothes, and headed for the front door, a little warily. What if David had, unbeknownst to me, invited another crossdresser over? Would he want the two of us to "perform" for him, as a one-time Dom of mine had done on several occasions? Hugging, kissing, caressing? Then performing 69 on the bed before He lined us up on our hands and knees and took turns fucking us? My wariness was bleeding over into excitement, anticipation. David met me at the door. He leaned forward a little. "The wife's home," he said. "Her shift got cancelled." I'm pretty sure I turned red. Not as red as the lipstick I was already wearing, but a deep crimson. "Should I leave?" I asked in a panic. "No," David said, again nonchalantly, with a wave of the hand. "Come on in. I'll introduce you." Introduce us? Your bisexual lover to your wife? More than a little reluctantly I followed David into his kitchen. This was always our first stop anyway. David didn't drink so I always brought a chilled bottle of wine along, usually a Riesling. He would remove the cork for me and get me a glass from the overhead cabinet. But on this day a rather short, thick-bodied, middle-aged woman with undyed hair was washing dishes at the sink. She turned her profile to us. "Carol," David said, "This is the friend I was telling you about." To me he said, by way of introduction, "My wife Carol." It was spacious kitchen with marble countertops. I was still a good ten feet away from Carol when she turned to face me, and I froze. Her expression...well, it was certainly not a smile. But it was not a sneer either. It was rather...neutral. Non-committal. Blank. Blank with a tinge of disapproving frown. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Carol was wiping her hands on a dish towel. "So you're the one who dresses up like a woman?" Carol asked, without emotion. "He's a crossdresser, Carol," David said to his wife in a disapproving tone. She looked at him, bluntly. "That's what I said." Carol looked back at me. "When my husband fucks you—at least I assume that's what goes on...does he wear a condom?" David was getting a wine glass from the cabinet. "Of course I wear a condom, Carol." Carol had not taken her eyes off of me. "Does he?" I lied, sort of. I nodded. "Will you stop with the cross-examination, Carol. Jesus!" She finally looked away from me. I was relieved. "I have a right to know what's going on under my own roof, David." "I've told you a million times: I always practice safe sex with other men." "You better. If you ever plan to stick that thing in me again." Against all odds, David was smiling. "When's the last time you let me stick it in you, dear?" (So there I stood in the middle of a marital spat, feeling about four-feet tall, and quite narrow...) "Never, at this rate," Carol replied, tossing the cloth backwards onto the counter. "Well, I'll leave you two boys...or girls, or whatever, to it. I'm going upstairs." As Carol passed me, nearly brushing my sleeve, she looked me square in the face. Zeroing in, I was sure, on my eyelids' thick coats of green shadow; and on my red-glossed lips. She said nothing, in passing. But then turned back. Her tone was practically conciliatory. Or was it mockingly so. "There's a bathroom right around the corner, if you'd like to change." David was still smiling. "He knows where the bathroom is, Carol." "I'm sure she does." She left. I exhaled. I exhaled and felt as if an 800-pound weight had just been lifted from my shoulders. "Should I leave?" I asked again of David, with a measure of residual panic. "Don't be ridiculous. Go and change. I'll pour you a glass of wine and meet you in the livingroom. Relax. Forget she's here." Forget she's here? "Oh, nearly forgot," David said, turning back, glass and frosted wine bottle in hand. "Need to pop a Viagra." I thought about running. I did. This whole scene was just too crazy. It was. I could skip today and come back next week. When the house was empty, relatively speaking. I'd email my apologies to David. "Sorry. Freaked out. Had to go." But in the end I locked myself in the spacious, downstairs bathroom, more marble tops, unzipped my backpack, pulled out my blonde wig and went to work transforming myself, as they say. That part about practicing safe sex, always wearing condoms by the way...that was only partly true. Mostly untrue, I should say. It was correct to say that on my first couple of visits I'd made David wear a condom, much to his displeasure. Then, afterwards, David sent me an email suggesting, since it seemed like this was going to be an ongoing thing between us, that we exchange bloodwork. Not the actual blood, just the results. Which we did, prior to my fourth visit. (Admittedly, on my third visit I let him pre-emptively bareback me. Oh well.) "I told you I was healthy as a horse," he boasted at the time. "Aside from the cholesterol. You'd think being married to an RN, I'd have better eating habits. Then again," he said, laughing, "maybe she's trying to kill me." Needless to say, I was healthy as a horse, or a pony anyway, too. Let the barebacking begin! (Or resume.) Now I emerged from the bathroom in my blonde pixie-cut wig and my freshened makeup and my black lace B-cup bra (no falsies) and my matching lace-waisted Olga panties and my black lace-top thigh-highs courtesy of Hanes. I'd taken to leaving my sexy silver half-heel slings at home. Aside from the walk from bathroom to livingroom there wasn't any exhibitionist parading to be done, so why bother? All I did was kick them off when I reached David's three-thousand dollar sofa. David handed me a brimming wine glass. As always, he was seated on the center cushion. And as always I took a seat on the cushion to his right, and swung my stockinged legs up and over and across his lap, and under his waiting hand. On my first couple of visits, the "condom" visits coincidentally, I'd sat fully dressed in street clothes next to him while I drank and he waited for the Viagra to kick in and we chatted, amiably, about things like high cable bills. Then, in advance of my third visit I'd asked him—again—if he wanted me to dress for him. And he'd said sure, why not. Cool! Ioved dressing as a women! In women's underwear anyway. And I sure as hell loved bottoming in them! So for my past several visits—now nine, total—I'd dressed for him. It had become part of our routine. True, I was still waiting for him to volunteer to buy me something to wear. Something he in particular would enjoy seeing me in, feeling me in. But so far, no go. Typical guy. But then again, you couldn't have for everything in life, let alone in sex. David had come to enjoy caressing my stockinged legs while they were languidly draped across his lap. In fact, a few weeks ago he'd told me that with my legs, he almost didn't need Viagra to get good and hard. Almost. And now that I'd seen his stumpy little wife of god knows how many years, with her thick unshapely legs, I could see how a pair of sleek and slender girly legs in a pair of sheer black hose would be a real turn-on for him. The legs of a girl model my own wife, ex-wife I should say (unlike Carol she did not appreciate finding out her husband was bisexual, not to mention a crossdresser), used to tell me. Could I help it that, from below the genitals, I had a woman's body? Slender, sexy feet included? "This is new," David said, fingering the toes of my left foot. My full nails painted a shade of aquamarine that matched the beaded anklet above. I hadn't even noticed. The usually opaque "toe" of the stocking was now semi-translucent, with horizontal lines of reinforcement banding the narrow width. "Cute," he added. "I can see your nail polish now." "Yes," I latently observed, beginning to get a buzz on from the wine. Fuck his wife! And would it be too much to ask, I silently said to my lover, for you to spring for an anklet that, you know, signified our relationship? Merely sexual though it is? A gurl likes to be acknowedged, you know? But it was with the slender, high-arched bottom of my right foot that I would massage his cock, through his pants and briefs, once he told me he was getting hard. Then— "So this is what goes on," Carol said from above, leaning on the upstairs railing overlooking the high-ceilinged livingroom. I'd gone still. I removed my massaging foot. "Carol...," David sighed. "We're in the middle of something here." "So I see. Just passing by." A door slammed. David looked at me and shrugged. What can I do? Normally at this point, with his cock Viagra-hard and further stimulated by my foot, I would roll forward onto my knees, open his pants and go to work. But today I deferred. "Could we, like, go in the bedroom to..." "Don't pay any attention to her." "No, really. I feel..." "Sure," a smiling David said, giving my legs a parting pat. He rose. I took a last gulp of Riesling and followed my lover up the curving staircase. He led me to an upstairs door I'd never been through before. "Guest bedroom," he whispered. He opened it. Carol was seated against the headboard reading. She looked up from her hardcopy book. "What do you want?" "I thought..." "I left you the master bedroom. My bedroom. Isn't that where you usually do it?" David closed the door. I caught a roll of the eyes. We went down the hall to the bedroom I was familiar with, and its cushy king-sized bed. The double thickness of covers had already been pulled back to the foot, exposing the full of the magenta bedsheet. By Carol? Door safely secured, well, closed, I dropped to my knees and went about yanking David's pants down. His beautiful cock sprang up, pointing at the ceiling. I pulled it down by its hairy base, into my mouth, and went about the lovely task of kissing, licking and finally sucking it. While I sucked him I caressed his plump balls, which were freshly shaved. I could have sucked him, fast and slow, slow and fast, lovingly, for an hour or more but, as usual, he stopped me after five minutes or so. "Let's fuck," he said. I scrambled to my feet and pulled my black lace panties down and kicked them aside and lunged for the bed. David, meanwhile, went to the bedside drawer for lubricant. ("So that's why you keep lube in the drawer," I could hear his wife saying.) While David massaged K-Y Jelly up and down his hard on I got in position in the center of the enormous bed. I knew the drill, literally. David didn't like me on my hands and knees. Nor did he like me on my back, with the potential bonus of my stockinged legs encircling his broad back, ankles crossing, as he fucked me. No, he preferred me belly-down and crosswise in bed's center with a couple of satin-cased pillows bolstering my hips. And my legs spread wide. This exposed my shaved ass and its crack and my hole to, first his jellied finger, or fingers, and then, climbing on behind me, in a guiding hand, his glistening cock. Pulling my left cheek aside and finding my hole he pushed in, gently at first. Considerately. "You OK?" "Great," I replied. "Thank you." "For what?" "For fucking me so well." David laughed. Pushed deeper. I moaned. After a pause, he shoved in the remaining way. My back arched. My entire body tightened. I cried out. "OK?" he asked again. "...Fine," I replied, eventually. "Relax," he said. I was trying to. I let out breath. It wasn't like I hadn't prepared for this. Dildoing myself in the shower before I left for his house. Opening myself up for him. But still, that first hard thrust up the ass... After a generous pause, David pulled out partially, pushed in. I adjusted my upper body, slightly. Pulled a pillow deeper under right cheek. Checked my drool. Exhaled. Twice. Fuck me! David, at least the David fueled by Viagra, had great stamina. He could fuck continuously for ten, fifteen, sometimes even twenty minutes. Sometimes, despite my rhythmic moans, I would even lose focus and start thinking about other things. Bills due. My latest job search. The color of polish I'd next paint my toenails... Often David came with a wall-shaking scream. Or screams. But sometimes he'd cum silently. I wouldn't know until, half-limp, he pulled out of me and I looked over a shoulder. "You finished?" "Yeah." Then it would be my job to— "So you call this safe sex?" Over the noisy bliss of barebacking I hadn't even heard the bedroom door open. Neither had David, apparently. He stopped his motion inside me. Stopped it but it continued, despite him. His penis throbbing deep in me as it auto-ejaculated today's big load. "Jesus, Carol!" he protested, raising his voice to her for the first time. Carol was a foot inside the bedroom, hand on her hip. "Sorry but I don't see a condom, you two." "He...we...!" For the first time in memory David was tongue-tied. "Will you mind your own business?" "You lied to me, that's all." "We exchanged...," David's rapidly deflating penis popping out of me, followed by a thick glob of semen I could feel dripping down my balls. Great, I thought. "Bloodwork!" he finally added. "Bloodwork smudwork," Carol replied, arms now crossed. To say she was shaking her head disapprovingly would be, well, an understatement. "You know, my friend Dolores caught her husband in a situation like this and she divorced him." "Dolores is...an idiot. You ruined my orgasm, Carol!" "Oh, gee. A million apologies..." "Besides, I've always been completely open with you about my sexual activities." "Yeah? What about my sex activities? Or lack thereof?" She pointed. "Your boyfriend, by the way, is leaking semen all over my freshly laundered sheets." "Don't worry, I'll wash them." "You better. I'm going out." "Dolores?" David said. "Carol I mean!" Lying there belly-down and helpless my main thought, or question to Carol, was: Why didn't you go out a half hour ago! "Fuck!" David said, cock drooping and bobbing and dripping as he backed off the bed. Per usual I ran to the bathroom with a hand cupped under my crack. Wetting a washcloth I wiped myself clean, more or less, and wiped the drip off the floor before returning to the bedroom, dropping to my knees and wiping David's lubed, spermy cock clean. Before rising I kissed it, twice: once on his upper, veiny shaft and once on his rosy head. A latent bead of his semen oozed from his hole and I licked it up and swallowed. What a treat! Thanks, Carol, I thought, as I once again opened a below-the-sink cabinet and borrowed one of her pantyliners. After placing it in the crotch of my lacy Olga's I pulled the panty up and tugged my thigh-highs back up just shy of my crotch. My wig felt crooked but what did it matter? It was about to come off. "Sorry for all the melodrama today," David said. He seemed genuinely flustered. Or something. "I better get going," I said. "No, the damage is done. She's gone now. Stay and have another glass of wine." "No, I better go," I insisted. "Thank you." Five minutes later, wigless and in street clothes at David's front door, my host and lover said, with a pat on the ass, "Next week'll be better. Carol won't be here." "I know. Bye." "Bye." Sensing something left unsaid, I turned back. We kissed on the lips for the first time. Mine were still glossy-red with lipstick. Would the smear on David's mouth show, when Carol returned later? Normally, backing out of the driveway, I left David's with a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Hadn't I just played the woman to a man for the past hour? Hadn't he made wonderful love to me? Couldn't I still feel a thick trace of his cock deep inside my body? Hadn't he shot his week's load of cum in me? Wasn't some of it leaking from my dilated hole into the seat of my panties as I drove away? Wasn't it a feeling of utter sexual fulfillment! How many would-be bottoms on Deanslist would kill for the situation I was now in? A sexual friendship with a top who wanted me on a weekly basis? And who let me be my crossdressing self as he made fabulous love to me, time after time? I was in bottom's heaven! Still... On this day, our ninth time together, the image, the sound of Carol kept intruding on my reverie. I could hear—and see—her now, returning with a bag of groceries, or maybe, even, jealously, some sexy underwear from Victoria's Secret, setting the bag down and saying to her mildly remorseful husband, to David, your lover: "You could at least wipe her lipstick off your face!" The Wife - Alyce and Her Surprise I walked in and heard sounds of sex coming from my wife. At this point I figured she was just online and using one of her tools to get off, but that changed when I heard the grunt of a man. I stopped in my tracks. I had assumed the vehicle parked out front was for one of her female clients; my wife does makeup for women in a private setting, teaching them how to apply it as well as giving them facials (oh, I wish). So I entered the house with my usual quiet reserve so as not to intrude upon them should they be talking "girl talk" and the like. My usual habit is to move to another room on the other side of the house and go to work on my laptop and then emerge later when all is clear. This wasn't one of those times. As I stood there listening to the grunting of another man and the sounds of my wife's breathing and moaning, my heart started pumping fast in my chest and my cock instantly filled with blood, slipping past my briefs and sliding to full length between my jeans and my leg. The pressure there was incredible and I moved my hand to it to adjust it slightly. This did little to relieve strain. At this point my whole world centered on the sounds coming from the bedroom: of all places, our own bed. I let out a breath, had no choice in the matter, it was the kind of breath one lets out when first sinking into one's wife after a long time of being without her. And here, another man was providing a firm force to my wife, a rhythmic pounding accompanied by his grunting bursts and her "oh…oh…ohhh yeah." I was so thoroughly engrossed in what I was hearing I could barely think. I knew instinctively though that I didn't want to disturb them – fuck! Disturb them? There was a small part of me wanting to rush in there and say "what the fuck is going on?!" and tear at the two of them physically – not in a pleasant way for him, but she would get a cock pounding as she had never had while he lay bleeding somewhere near the floor of the bed. As I said, it was a small part of me that thought this; so small I knew it would never happen. Oh, the pounding she would get, but this guy would get off free, after all, it isn't his fault for wanting to fuck her - my God, I couldn't blame any man or woman for wanting her. She's hot, and exudes a sexual presence deep and primitive to many a male and female. Though at times she seems oblivious to it. We had talked about sharing her many times; her comments of what she would do to another man during our sex usually filled me with such lust that cumming wasn't far off. And here she was, live, apparently having decided it was time to move beyond fantasy to fact. I gathered enough of my functioning thought to slip my shoes off. I was going to watch this and I didn't want to disturb them by hearing my approach. I moved my hand down to my jeans and undid them, slowly. I reached down and pulled my cock up so that it wasn't straining at that downward angle. It felt great to have it up and extend above the band of my briefs. A loud "Oh!" from the bedroom pulled at my thoughts again and I felt a surge and tightening below my balls at my perineum, a place where my wife sometimes ventures, pressing and sliding her fingers down and around as I am fucking her or as she is sucking me, sometimes touching my anus and sending a stimulus I had not experience from anyone before her. My cock contracted, flexing as it does sometimes with a will of its own. I looked down and watched as a clear bead of precum formed at the opening. I started to move around the corner and down the darkened hallway toward the bedroom. They were saying something, his male voice adding to the erotic contrast of her feminine tone. My heart was thumping hard and a tingling centered in my lower half of my body and reached out to my fingers, it was as though I had just gone several rounds with my fight training partners, heart and lungs nearly exploding with the energy demand the body requires - and all I was doing was slowly walking down a hallway listening to the sounds of another man fucking my wife. I touched the tip of my cock and slid the precum around. I was nearly at the door and saw it partially opened ahead of me. My brain worked again, my wife knew of my arrival times, had to. I don't believe she could have forgotten it; my only problem with it was that she hadn't discussed this with me, at least warned me of it if nothing else, she knew how hot I was about the idea of it. She would have called at least… I nearly hit myself on the head right then. The phone. I looked down at it at my waist and saw the telltale red blink of a message waiting for me. Damn! I slid my hand down and slipped the phone out of his holder. I turned it to me so the light from it wouldn't be seen in the bedroom, though I do believe they had other things on their mind. "Come on, deeper, fuck me faster…ohhh!" Alyce's voice shot directly down to my cock. I had heard those words before, and my cock knew it intimately. I exhaled and pressed the phone for my messages. The text came up as follow: Baby, don't be mad. You know we talked about this a lot and I have been working a bit on it for you without your knowledge. A surprise. Please baby, I love you more than anything and I want you turned on by this just like when you are fucking me hard. There's another guy I've been talking phone-sex with, someone a couple of hours away. I've had him tested and that end is perfect. I actually met up with him a couple of times in public places and got to know him Here I had to go to the next message, as she must have hit the send button… I also let others know my whereabouts when I am with him, actually took Jen with once to see him and get her opinion. Remember the other day when I came home late from being with Jen? Remember how wet my panties and pussy were for you? I actually masturbated on the way home thinking of this guy fucking me. I turned on a guy in a semi-truck as he watched me fingerfuck myself in the car at a stop light just before getting to you. I have him here today, in our house. I am going to fuck him, baby, I am going to feel his cock in me and I am going to cum on it hard. He's taking a shower right now and I am fingering myself waiting for him. I have an awfully wet panty waiting for you. And my pussy is yours for the rest of the night, all night if you want. This is for you babe. When I have my lips around his cock I will think of you…love Alyce It was sent 40 minutes ago. I found my mouth open, the air coming into my lungs fierce and primordial. More precum had formed on my cock and I slid the phone back in its holster. I love you Alyce. It was a thought I couldn't stop from forming if I wanted to, it leapt to the fore of my mind unbidden. Sound came back to my ears then. I had been so absorbed by what I was reading I don't think I could have heard a meteor crashing into the house. "Oh fuck Alyce, you are so fucking tight!" the man said. I approached the rest of the way and saw a visual that will forever be burned in my mind. Alyce was on her back with one leg up high on the shoulder of this guy, the leg closest to me. His far leg was over hers and his leg closest to me was back some so I could see his cock pistoning in an out of her pussy. Her wet pussy. Every time he withdrew there was a slick sheen to his flesh that spoke of her desire for him. Right then I discovered something I didn't know was possible, my cock got harder then it's ever been – and that says a lot. I slid the top of my jeans down past my hips so that I could free myself. I felt cool air on my ass and on my balls as the fabric moved down. My cock was in a firm grip from my hand and I was starting to slide up and down the shaft. "I'm going to come all over you, make you drink me," he said as he fucked her. "Oh fuck… fuck!" Alyce replied, her mouth open and her eyes in tight concentration as she watched his cock plow into her. He stopped then and looked at her, his breathing matching his previous exertions. "Unless you want me to cum in you?" he asked. Alyce stroked him then on the arm that was holding her leg up. She appeared to be thinking hard about it. Finally she nudged his hand off of her leg and put her leg down on the bed. She drew her knees up and wide, oh how she got wide. Alyce nodded then. "Yes. Cum in me." He looked at her, eyes locking, "You sure?" She reached out and pulled his head in for a deep kiss. He slid his legs up tight to her, and I watched his cock disappear into her. She broke the kiss and spoke just loud enough for me to hear. "You cum in me like you've never cum in a woman before. I want to feel your cock throb as it spurts in me. I want to drain you fucking dry until you can't move anymore." Alyce said. He didn't need any further coaxing; in fact, he was thrusting deep and hard after her first few words. His eyes squeezed closed with an intensity I had often felt before as I approached orgasm with my beautiful wife. He shifted his knees back and I again saw his cock slide home, faster and faster. He let out a gasp and right then I knew Alyce had squeezed her pussy around him, a contraction that feels like the tight grip of a hot hand. She has incredible talent there, tighter than anything I've felt, and all at her whim and command. "Oh God! Oh Fuck!" he cried out. His cock pounded into her as she gripped his forearms with her hands. Her face tilted up and she let out fast and deep moans followed by a long one as she came on his cock. He yelled out then, as she encouraged him. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me, cum in me, cum hard…ohhhhh!" And he did. The first few strokes after his ejaculation showed along the length of his cock. It slid out slicker than before, with a slight milky white run along the length of it. He finally thrust into her and held deep and still as his cock spurted the rest into her. Alyce stroked him on his head then, pulled him in to her breasts so he could kiss them and then wrapped her legs around his ass so he couldn't get out. Not that he's want to, the feeling of her tight legs around you is so incredibly sexy, such a turn on. She pulled him higher on her, resting his head on the other side of hers so that her face was unrestricted to me. He was saying something to her, I didn't hear. She didn't either. Her eyes peered over at me and a loving smile came to her face as she mouthed the words, "I love you" to me. I realized I was in the doorway enough for her to see me. And I came right then, spurting all over the door in front of me, some of it landing on the floor. I didn't stop cumming for the longest time. And I saw her mouth open and her eyebrows contract as if she wanted to be there holding my cock as I came. You were, Alyce… you were. The Wife and Skeleton Yes, swallowing one's own come, or licking one's own pussy love-juices, is-almost-futile, unless you are extremely narcissistic, and that may be. Whatever... Yes, baby...:) A complex matter it is--that of eating one's own. It delves very deep into Freud's cannibalistic studies, and all the taboos associated with that. One can't "Eat oneself" and survive, but one may allow another to eat of-the-self...and therefore--carry-on.... Consider this:--- A man: A woman--trapped in an underground cave... An abundance of air-stale but sufficient- Water--plentiful, but brackish: They were close to the coast before they went in there; and, it is relatively warm now--down there in the cave, where they were, where they got trapped. Food---non-existent: Except for mold, and the occasional lichen. Chapter 2. Before their cell phone battery dies, the rescue party informs the couple, that help is on the way, but with the best digging equipment available, it will be at least 45 days before they can dig them out. The human body can survive 45 days without food, but barely... There was nothing to do but to wait there in the darkness of the cave. They hugged, and kept each other company 24 hours a day, but due to the intense anxiety of the situation, the husband took to fucking his wife, four, five sometimes six, or seven, times a day. There was nothing else to do so, he fucked her pussy doggy and missionary style along with her ass-hole day in day out; but, he always had a liking; in their rather-chased-marriage-to come in her mouth. She, ever since her step-daddy made her blow him every day, following her 18th birthday, when her mom was down at the supermarket shopping for food; coerced into swallowing his load, by the threat that if she didn't: Do as he demanded. He would leave them--her and her muv, and cut off all subsistence to them. So she swallowed him--every fucking day! ...in the very protection of her--and her mom; as an after-thought, of course. After years of that! ...Oral sex was strictly "off-the-menu", baby, in her marriage. It was "old" baby--fucking OLD! Chapter 3. She would fuck like a stoat and come screaming like a nun; but, wouldn't dream of allowing her husband to even touch her lips with his cock, let alone come in her mouth! It was a step-daughter's prerogative. But down there in the darkness---in the darkness of the cave---it was different. He had become her master--he had become--a beast to her. At first she recoiled, and objected, but he persisted. He got rough with her, and dragged her head around by the hair; to do as he wished. He tore at her clothes: Her clothes Oh! She loved her clothes so much. She cried silently when they got ripped. He taught her well! So well in fact, that no matter if he had done her in the cunt, or in her dirt hole, he always ended-up by ramming his throbbing cock all the way down her well-oiled step-father-gobbling throat; coming time after time directly into her tiny little tummy--she wished she had never told him about her, and her step-dad, he was never quite the same--after that... He always had her finish-up by licking his cock and balls and ass-hole clean--readying him for the next time--when he felt so disposed, to take her again! Toward the end of their 45 day incarceration, he was too weak to stand, and too weak to even move; let alone fuck her: She laid him out-flat, and propped his head up perpendicular to his chest using a fallen boulder as his pillow. It would be easier for her with his head in the vertical position. Hour after hour, there in the darkness, she began to work on him, rubbing her cunt and dirt-box in his face, and sticking her fingers deep up his ass-hole, digging her nails hard into his prostate almond nut; sucking and gnawing at his cock with every thing she had. Finally, as weak as he was, the pheromone stink of her cunt and dirt-box combined would invariably induce some flicker of life into his limp, deflated, cock: And when she sensed a "rise" out of him, she would re-double her efforts, sucking him furiously, pissing in his face, opening her pooh-pooh hole; rubbing his nose deep in its unwashed musk, until finally, she had him, Tantalizingly pushing out a pungent head of a turd from her opening and closi9ng asshole; poking him in the face with its tapered end, then sucking it back into her hole...then centering her bung-hole rosebud over his mouth, and alternately ejecting her turd through his lips into his mouth, then retracting it up into her open, gobbling shit-hole. She could do this for hours. This is how she learned to come, years ago, by sitting on the toilet bowl, and rubbing her pussy frantically, and squeezing out a turd halfway, then sucking it back up into her ass. Her best friend told her to practice this every day, because when she got married, she would have to come as her husband fucked her in the ass-hole. So she might as well get used to it, and fuck herself in the ass-hole with her shit turds! She never missed a day of practice, and by the time she got married, she came every time she took a shit! She ate a diet if figs, and prunes, and nuts. And came three to four times a day on the potty. Chapter 4. She would tear at his shaft and helmet with her teeth, and when she felt his bleeding cock start to pulsate, readying itself to come, she would deep-throat him, like a Vegas Pro, but by choice now, not through coercion---something he had always dreamed and prayed for, in their marriage, but never got, until now... He would be allowed, barely, half an hour's rest, then she would be at his bell-end again--24 hours a day! He grew weaker and weaker with every ejaculation down her throat. In the end, he was so drained and wasted, that she was almost tearing his balls out of his flaccid sack; punching them, and digging her nails into his buttocks and legs, and ripping handfuls of pubic hairs out of him. Both his nipples were missing, where she had pinched them clean off, looking for arousal from him. She ate the nipples. It tasted like--chicken, she thought. She, straddled on top of him in the 69 position now--all day long--, working her meal-ticket to the hilt; in the end she didn't even stop to go to the bathroom, but did it right there in his face, pee-pee and bong-bong! He had told her once of a similar fetish of his, where he wanted her to do number-one, and number-two in his face; well now his ship had finally come in, and the cargo was hot and stinky! She was a singer in the church choir, and reproached her husband for not taking a greater part in the spiritual and religious aspect of their marriage, but now he lay there almost comatose, totally exhausted, as she worked her holes, into his face, with the precision, and dexterity, of a school nymphomaniac, who had wandered into the football team's dressing rooms by mistake, after a winning game, and decided to stay--for a while... She had rubbed most of the skin off his forehead, lips; chin and nose with her hairy cunt--now that she couldn't shave. Her beaver was as course as grade 10 sandpaper. She could hear it abrading his face, as she worked her holes over him like a Turkish belly dancer. He was too weak to object. Close to the end: In a final desperate attempt to get her food, she rammed her full hand all the way into his ass-hole, and literally grabbed hold of his prostrate gland, clutching at it awkwardly, massaging it carelessly--raking at it so insistently, that she almost tore it clean out of his ass. It worked, and his cock hardened once more! She stuffed it greedily deep down her throat again, and with a few more, well-timed, deft squeezes at his bulging gland, he came! Almost ten full, hot, shots this time, of thick, white, creamy come down into her esophagus, and it ran, sticky and syrupy down into her hungry waiting tummy. With a final gasp, and rattle, her husband lapsed into a coma. She pulled her hand roughly out of his wrecked ass-hole with a pop! and a waft of wet clay. She rolled off him licking her lips, kicking him, rolling him over, pushing him away--far away from her--with her feet. She was finally done with him. An hour later, the rescue party broke through, to find her in reasonably good health, but her husband was totally emaciated and drained. She, almost rosy cheeked, and he, looking like a vision of a plastic bag that had been stretched over a skeleton's frame. At the hospital, doctors were amazed to find that the wife had actually put on weight during the 45 day ordeal, but the husband weighted less than the clothes left on his back. The wife had developed a taste for hot come, and blew three doctors that afternoon, before she was discharged. After-all it was lunchtime, and she was starving! She had to keep-up her strength... She had a meeting with a divorce attorney's voracious appetite... No! No one is going to pull her hair, or tear at her clothes--not when she has the strength to fight back--Cave or no cave! And believe me---she is a fighter! Be careful what you wish for...J The Wife and the Handyman Dan the Handyman showed up at the door promptly at 5 pm and knocked. When the door opened he nearly lost his voice, the woman opening it was smoking hot. Slim and tan, with long curly brown hair. She had on a white silk shirt buttoned down to show a hint of cleavage, cut off jean shorts and a pair of those furry boots. The shorts showed off her greatest assets, a pair of legs that were just stunning. Long and lean, tan and toned. "Hi, I'm, ahh, Dan, the Handyman, you had called about some home repairs," he stammered out. She smiled and looked him up and down. She noted that he looked quite fit in his faded jeans and gray t-shirt. "I'm Natalie. Come on in, I'll show you where the problems are." He followed her into the spacious home. He knew quality homes and this was definitely a nice house. He added 10% to the bill in his head. He followed the attractive woman to the staircase and then up the stairs, trying his best not to stare at her awesome legs and ass. Trying his best not to stare, but trying his best to look. "I've got some problems in the master bathroom," she said, turning slightly and catching him looking at her legs. "Ok, well, I'm pretty good with master bathrooms problems," he said, then immediately felt like an idiot. She gave him another wry smile. "I may have some master bedroom problems too," she said. He didn't respond to that, he wasn't sure if that was a joke or something else. They reached the top of the stairs and she led him into the bathroom, an impressive modern spa with a large glass shower and a jacuzzi tub. "Very nice," he said, realizing too late he had said it out loud. "Thanks," she answered. "Here's the first problem, there's a piece of tile that has a lump of something on it, I guess it's mortar or grout or something." She pointed over to a place on the floor and then sat down on the edge of the tub to observe. Dan reached into his tool box and got out a putty knife. He got down on his knees and poked the lump a few times with his putty knife and it popped up clean as a whistle. "Well, that was quick," Natalie said, admiring his ass. "I don't know why my husband couldn't have done that. Except that he's never home, always working late, til 7, 8 o'clock sometimes..." Dan was getting a weird vibe and could feel himself getting a bit nervous. He was starting to think that maybe something was going on. He sat back on his knees and looked over at her. "No problem, was there something else?" She gazed at him for a moment, then nodded. "There seems to be a leak under the sink, I heard it earlier when I was taking a bubble bath," she said, looking over at the tub. Dan went over and took a look. The only way to get in the right position would be to lay on his back with his head up in the cabinet. When he got into position, his t shirt rode up and exposed his abs, and when he saw Natalie looking at him with what appeared to be admiration, he said a silent thank you for his daily sit up regimen. It didn't take him long to see the problem with the sink. "I think this valve here is loose," he said. "Could you hand me that blue wrench?" Natalie got the wrench and then got down on her knees, straddling one of his legs, and handed him the wrench. She could've just handed it to him, but instead she chose to practically climb on top of him. But he wasn't minding, instead he was getting an erection. "Where is the loose valve?" she asked, leaning in so her head was into the cabinet as well. Their bodies were close enough to share heat, but weren't quite touching. Dan was really starting to think something was going on. He pointed out the loose valve and showed her as he used the wrench to tighten the connection. She continued to straddle him as he worked, watching him tighten the valve, which he did very slowly. As he tightened it he couldn't help but sense that maybe someone had just loosened the valve on purpose. "Ok, all tight," he said. "Great, tight is good" she smiled, but she still took a moment before she pulled herself out of the cabinet and got off of him. "I'm sure my husband could've done that, he's just really busy at work these days." Dan was really, really starting to think something was going on. He desperately tried to come up with a clever line but could not. "Well, that's a shame, I'm sure you miss him." "Yes, indeed I do," Natalie said, and as she did, her eyes moved down and landed on Dan's crotch, stopping just long enough to make him uncomfortable. "So, uh, is there anything else?" he asked. "Yes, yes there is," she answered, looking devious. Dan started to feel a cold sweat coming on. Here it comes, he thought. "I've got a space in the trim boards that needs to be filled," she said, pointing over to a wall. Dan let out a sigh of either relief or disappointment, he wasn't sure. This woman was smoking hot, but she was married, and her husband could come home. It would be just his luck he'd be early tonight. "Ok, I can just put some caulk in that and that will take care of it," he said. "I'm sorry, did you say you were going to put some cock into it?" she asked. He blushed. "Caulk. You use a caulk gun to fill the gap with a load of white caulk." "Oh my," she smiled devilishly. "Do you have a cock gun?" He blushed again, harder this time. He pulled out the caulk gun from his tool box and showed it to her. "Cock gun," he said, realizing that her repeating the mispronunciation had caused him to mispronounce it as well. "Cauck gun," he tried again. "I mean caulk gun." "So you're going to take that 'cock' gun and put it into the gap and fill it up with white stuff," she said. Dan couldn't speak, so he nodded. He lost track of what he was doing for a moment and had squeezed the trigger on the caulk gun, allowing the white caulk to ease out of the end of the gun. "Well I can't wait to see this," Natalie said, and she sat back down on the edge of the tub and stretched out those long, gorgeous legs out for him to see. Dan could barely concentrate enough to lay down the bead of caulk on the trim. Natalie's position allowed him to admire her legs as he worked, and he took his sweet time. She seemed to have loosened or undone another button on her blouse, he could make out some very shapely breasts. He was really, really, really starting to think something was going on. Eventually he reached a point where he couldn't delay any longer, he had to admit he was finished. "Ok, all done," he said. "Well, that was an impressive display of cocking," Natalie purred. "I guess you can never really have too much cock." Dan's head was swirling. "Yes ma'am, I guess so," he stuttered. "So is there anything else?" She looked over at the shower. "I think there is something wrong with one of the shower heads, but you can't see it unless you're in the shower." She stood up and took her shoes off, went over and opened up the glass shower door. She stepped in and went to the far side of the shower and turned the water on. "Come on in, I'l show you." Dan felt like he was watching someone else as he nodded and walked over to the shower. He hesitated at the shower door, then leaned down and took his boots off. "You, ah, may want to take your pants off if you don't want them to get wet," Natalie said sweetly. Dan looked down at his jeans. He had been featuring a pretty healthy bulge in his jeans since he fixed the sink, which had only increased during the caulk discussion. He reached for his button and then stopped. "What time did you say your husband would be coming home?" he asked. She grinned at him with a sultry look. "He always works late. He always calls right before he comes home, to let me know he's on the way and he's stopping at the grocery store for a copy of the Wall Street Journal. Then he asks me if he wants me to pick anything up. It takes him an hour to get home after he calls." Dan studied her closely. "He always calls?" "Always," she said. "And it takes an hour?" "At least." Dan looked back down at his hands that were on the button of his jeans. He was really, really, really, REALLY starting to think something was going on. Fuck it, he thought. He unbuttoned his pants, zipped them down and pulled them off, not even making an effort to hide the huge tent in his boxers. He stepped into the shower in his t-shirt and boxers. He stood on one side of the spray from the shower and Natalie was on the other. Natalie looked him up and down, paying special attention to the sizable bulge in his boxers, before returning her attention to the shower head. "Ok, if you look really close, you can see how one of the spray thingees is going in the wrong direction," she said, leaning in close to the head. She got a little too close, and the warm water from the shower head splashed on both of them. She giggled and he laughed. "You mean that one," he said, as he reached up and pointed to a part of the shower head. His hand diverted the warm water towards Natalie, spraying her shirt, which quickly became see-through. She shrieked in glee. "I think the problem is here," she said, deliberately deflecting the water toward Dan, who took the full spray on his chest. The water flowed down into his boxers and dribbled over his rock hard cock, flowing down around his balls. "Maybe it just needs to be turned some," he said, turning the whole shower head onto Natalie, who screamed with delight. She reached over and got the spray hose and turned it on, and in an instant they were both soaking wet, laughing hysterically. Then, in an instant, they were both under the shower head, warm water flowing over both of them, and then they were kissing, hesitantly at first, and then passionately. Their mouths came open and their tongues intertwined, the water from the shower lubricating the kiss. By now the few clothes they had on were soaking wet, and Natalie pulled his shirt off over his head as he pulled her jean shorts off. His shirt had not even hit the floor when she began to kiss his neck and chest and run her hands all over his body. Then she suddenly stepped back and slowly unbuttoned her soaking wet blouse until it fell open, exposing the most perfect tits Dan had ever seen. She reached over and took some soap off the shelf, and poured some out over her breasts, rubbing it in in as he stood mesmerized. Then she got down on her knees and rubbed her soapy breasts across the front of his boxers, which helplessly fell away. She smiled approvingly at his rock hard erection, and then slid it in the groove between her breasts and gave him an epic soapy titty massage, causing him to groan with pleasure. Then she moved down amidst the cascading water and gave his cock a warm kiss, then a wet lick, and then she took him in ravenously and began sucking his cock with abandon. He leaned back against the tile wall, took her head in his hands and relished the wonderful feeling of her mouth caresses as the water trickling down over his cock and balls. It felt so good that Dan began to fear he might lose control, and he wanted to return the favor before that happened. He pulled Natalie to her feet, pushed her against the wall and got down on his knees, wrapping her legs around his head and lifting her off her feet. His tongue immediately found its destination and he began to alternatively tongue massage her clit and then thrust it deep inside her. The warm water trickled down into his mouth and helped to lubricate, though based on her moans and thrashing around, no additional lubrication was necessary. After a long and delicious tongue thrashing, Dan got up off his knees and worked his way back up her body, taking some special care to lick and caress her beautiful breasts. When he reached the standing position, she turned away from him, put her hands up on the wall and looked back at him. "I think I need some more cocking," she said. "I want you to fill me up with your cock gun." Dan didn't need to be told twice. He put his hands on her hips and slid his cock into her warm, wet hole. He immediately fell into a slow and steady rhythm, easing his cock almost all the way out and then sliding all the way back in. She didn't have to say she was enjoying it, he could tell by her shudders. He took the soap bottle off the shelf and poured it over her back, letting it trickle down to her ass. He rubbed the slick soap into her shoulders, back and ass as he continued to move in and out of her. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she reached over and got the shower massager, turned on the jets and then directed the water flow to where their crotches met, so they both got a warm water massage as they continued their passionate fucking. The splashing water pushed Dan past the breaking point, and he began to feel the orgasm building up. His rhythmic motions remained the same, but doubled in speed and intensity, and then doubled again, until he was throwing his hips into her with everything he had. He had one arm around her waist and another arm wrapped around her shoulders, and he was slamming into her with such passion that her feet came up off the floor and she wrapped her legs around the back of his. They came simultaneously and explosively, both groaning and moaning uncontrollably. Slowly they came down from the incredible high, and somehow he collected himself enough to lower her feet back down to the floor. She turned around to face him, a huge and contented smile on her face. She put some of the bottled soap in her hand and dutifully washed him off, taking special care to give a soapy cleaning to his still hard cock. "You know, I could probably find some things to fix in my bedroom," she said. "Are you pretty good with bedroom problems too?" About a half hour later, after Dan had dealt with a variety of "problems" in the bedroom, which included but were not limited to a lengthy 69 session, a standing session in front of the large mirror, and just about every position imaginable in the king sized bed, they lay together on the bed, her head on his shoulder and body draped over him. "Wow," said Natalie. "That was really something." "Yes it was," he responded. "Something amazing and then some." She kissed his chest and gave out a long, slow sigh. "You know what would make this even better?" she asked. "What's that?" he said. "Some butter pecan ice cream," she said. "Hmmm, I think you're right, that would be better," he grinned. "So, maybe you could go to the grocery store and get some," she said. "Indeed, I will do that right now," he said, standing up and pulling on some pants and a shirt. As he was walking toward the bedroom door, she called out to him. "Oh, one more thing, darling," she said. "What's that, hun?" "Don't forget to pick up your Wall Street Journal." The Wife and the Holiday Villa Rain battered the villa like a meteor strike from out of space whilst thunder rumbled from the heavens above and lighting lit up the evening Turkish sky. It would have been a spectacular sight for any photography enthusiast if it wasn't for the torrential rain making it virtually impossible to step outside. Rachel couldn't believe it. It was the last week in August and here they were on the Turquoise Coast of Turkeys Lycia region in the middle of a storm. After a four hour flight from the UK the married couple jumped into a taxi cab outside Dalaman airport a braved the 90km trip to their luxury villa overlooking the beach of Kalkan. Finally arriving at the villa, home for the next two weeks, John quickly opened a bottle of wine that was kindly left in the fridge while his wife looked around the place. The villa was a private property belonging to a couple in London who rented it out during the summer months before they returned to escape the UK winters. Looking around Rachel smiled at the interior design noting it was just as it was in the brochure. The villa had three large bedrooms sleeping up to five people, all furnished in elegant traditional Turkish style. It also had central heating and air conditioning, TV, IPod docking station, telephone, safe Wi-Fi and all the kitchen amenities for a family. Somebody was even kind enough to stock up with coffee, tea, wine and some fresh groceries the day before they arrived. Walking back into the kitchen Rachel joined her husband standing in front of the French windows looking out at the pool. "This weather better clear up tonight," Rachel moaned, "I won't be happy being stuck in here all bloody week." "It's meant to be hot again tomorrow, and for the rest of the week." John replied handing a glass of wine to his wife. What attracted the married couple to this particular villa the most was the privacy it offered. The rear garden was enclosed by high stone walls and framed by an ancient olive tree. The pool was private with high quality furniture around it and Rachel imagined her sun soaked body lying naked by the pool. "Are there any supermarkets or local shops in the area where we can buy some food?" John asked, walking away from the window. "We passed a small convenience store not too far from here but it's not walk able in this weather." Rachel frowned. "Who said anything about walking?" John scoffed. "I'm catching a cab." "Haven't we got enough to make do until the morning?" Rachel asked, her expression making it clear she didn't want to leave the villa. "We need some more wine and we haven't got much in the way of meals." John said. "I'll go on my own, I don't mind. I'll call a cab." "Are you sure?" Rachel asked, "I mean getting in a cab on your own in this weather. "No, its fine honestly, I'll call a cab while you make a list of the things you need." Rachel smiled at her husband. He was always the organised one of the pair. Rachel was twenty-five whilst Jon was twenty nine. Both were attractive with fantastic bodies keeping themselves in shape. But since getting married two years ago they had started to drift. It was mostly down to work and Rachel wanting to start a family. John felt under pressure all the time before finally forcing himself to take a step back and get his priorities in order. John stood 5"9 tall with a toned muscular frame having regularly trained with weights. He often wore a suit hiding his body but his boyish good looks and gel styled short dark hair was still enough to attract the opposite sex. But he only had eyes for his sexy wife. Rachel meanwhile was a sexy 5"5 long haired blonde. She was also had a petite size 10 waist line and a thin well looked after body. Her 32D bust sat firmly on her chest and she always made a conscious effort to impress her husband. Recently though she had felt neglected with her husband working all the time, and making excuses to delay trying for a baby. It wasn't that Rachel wanted to be a stay at home mum and wife it was just that she felt ready and that the man she had fallen in love with had wanted the same. But as routine set into the marriage and the work-life balance swung in the wrong direction they both become somewhat disillusioned with where their interests lay. After counselling John cut back his hours in work and began spending more time with Rachel who only had a part-time job. They began to budget and not worry too much about money, even realising the earned more than enough to live on. John was a highly paid manager at an insurance broker, so with some left over holidays the couple agreed to book a fortnight away somewhere hot and quiet. Rachel found the villa online and it didn't take long to convince her husband it was the right place to go. John feeling upbeat even suggested that his wife stop taking the pill in the hope she would conceive and they could start the family they always talked about. The thought of conceiving on holiday felt romantic and Rachel happily agreed. Soon enough the taxi cab was at the gates of the villa with the driver beeping the horn. With no winter clothes packed inside his suitcase John was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt he wore over on the plane. The thin jacket he also wore to keep the cabin chill from his body was the best thing he had in an attempt to keep dry. Sprinting towards the taxi cab he quickly jumped into the passenger seat next to the driver and slammed the door shut. The cab driver smiled and asked where he wanted to go. "To the closest shop please." John said fastening his seat belt. Meanwhile Rachel sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke into her lungs before exhaling and relaxing. The thunder roared outside high above the resort as she sat there happily enjoying the comfort of the villa. She welcomed the loneliness and peace after the weeks of stress back home in work and her husband's constant stressing over packing for the holiday and getting them to the airport on time. Finishing her cigarette and glass of wine Rachel jumped up from the sofa and went to pour another glass. Walking to the fridge she felt a little dizzy from the speed of drinking the first glass but smiled to herself, silently remembering that she was on holiday after all. Sitting herself comfortably back on the sofa she sank back into the soft fabric and drank some more wine. It tasted delicious adding to the warm sensation the first glass had given her. Leaning over to the small coffee table, which was stood beside the sofa, she picked up one of the long white candles from its stand and smelt it. It smelt of white roses and she closed her eyes taking the scent in deeper. Wondering how long her husband would be she gently stroked the candle along her jean covered thigh before taking another large gulp of wine. Her waistband felt tight as she lay back on the sofa, so placing her wine glass down on the coffee table she unzipped her jeans. Glancing at the front door she thought about waiting for her husband. A moment passed before she smiled to herself and pulled her jeans right off. That was better she thought with a cheeky grin. Rachel moved the candle over her bare thigh this time before running it along her other leg. The hard wax felt soft on her leg as she stroked it up and down her smooth flesh. The candle was thick and about eight inches in length, bigger than her husband she thought. Running the candle back and forth her skin she began to awaken her senses further before spreading her legs and running the thick stick between the insides of her thighs. Her blouse rode up her flat tummy slightly as she wiggled about on the sofa. She knew she was wet between her legs, she could feel the moisture seeping into her panties but she daren't touch herself yet. A few more minutes of teasing herself and Rachel had the candle running over her panties before she pressed the thick object hard into the soft flesh above her pubic bone. She jolted and gasped before admitting she could take no more. Instinctively she ripped off her panties and welcomed the cool breeze on her pulsating pussy. Gently moving her hips up and down off the sofa she stroked the candle along the full length of her opening. She gasped a sigh of agony, a pleasurable agony as she teased her swollen lips with the object. She so desperately wanted to ram it up deep inside of herself but she knew if she did she would come too soon and her pleasure would be over too quickly. Teasing further she circled her clit with the tip of the candle, pressing again hard into her flesh as she moved across her nub. Her head swayed slightly as her thighs moved further apart, the rubbing of the candle urging her to slip it inside her body. Then, unable to take anymore she slowly slid the candle down over her clit and spread her lips open with the tip before twisting the candle back up with her wrist to gently push it up inside her pussy. She could feel the wetness of her arousal as the candle eased her lips apart and entered her body. Wriggling her bum on the sofa she pushed the candle inside a few more inches, taking only half of the rigid wax before she felt it had gone deep enough. She wished she could take it all but her tight pussy was contracting feverishly around the invading object so she stopped having taken six or seven inches of thick hard wax. Throwing her head back against the cushions she felt dizzy, dizzy on wine and sexual arousal as she proceeded to pleasure herself so openly in the villa. The thought of her husband walking in on her now heightened her arousal. She hoped he would so she could replace the candle with the real thing. Yes, that's what she needed now, a real man to fill her tight hole with real hard flesh, fucking her hard and deep on the sofa until she exploded into orgasm. Then the piercing cock would unload its hot cum inside her womb. "Ohhhhhh yes, yes, yes!" she moaned loudly, bouncing around on the sofa with her eyes shut tight as she thought of nothing but being fucked hard. Rachel's moans were so loud she didn't hear him enter through the back door. The tall dark skinned man heard her however as he quietly closed the door behind him and went to investigate. He wasn't expecting the couple until the following evening, but he was delighted to enter the lounge area to be greeted with the site of a young blonde with her back to him on the sofa bobbing her hips up and down fucking herself with something long, thick and white. Silently scanning the room for anyone else he only noticed one wine glass next to a candle stand with the largest candle missing. A large grin spread across his face as he realised where it was. Quietly walking into the lounge he rubbed his growing erection over his trousers and took out his camera phone. Rachel was totally oblivious to his presence as he began filming her. The tempo of her movements increased as she imagined that it was a thick hard cock plunging in and out of her quivering pussy. She couldn't stop or open her eyes until she had climaxed. Her body lifting up and down, bouncing off the sofa before crashing back down and allowing the candle deeper access. She moaned louder, her pleasure echoing around the open plan villa, bouncing off the walls and filling the atmosphere with her desperate need to climax. Rachel's long blonde hair had moved across her face as she threw her head from side to side. Her legs spread wide and exposed to her intruder. The intruder who was still filming and rubbing his large erection as he stood mesmerised, staring at the shaven white pussy being fucked hard by its owner with a candle. They both knew she wouldn't be long now as her moans turned to whining and almost sobbing before finally she screamed and her arm went dead. The candle stopped moving but her fingers were still firmly holding it as her juices flooded out of her pussy and around the candle, and then down between her arse crack and onto the sofa. Suddenly the villa was dead silent before the intruder sighed and put his camera phone away, his own arousal and animal desire now reaching over drive. Rachel's eyes flew open before she screeched the building down in shock. "Good evening, miss." The intruder smiled. "Who the fuck are you? What the fuck are you doing in our villa? Get out! Get out!" She screeched again. "Get out!" Rachel threw the candle to the side of her on the sofa and desperately pulled down on her blouse in an attempt to cover herself up. The intruder smiled as the blouse was too short, enjoying the sight of her puffy red lips oozing her juices before she covered herself with her hand. "My name is Abass," he smiled, "I'm head of security and maintenance for the complex. I look after all the villas here, with a small team of workers of course." "So, what the hell are you doing creeping into our villa?" She screamed at him again. "Please calm down, miss." He told her, losing the smile. "I thought you were not checking in until tomorrow. When I saw lights I came to check." "Couldn't you ring first?" Rachel said, in a calmer tone. "Or fucking knock the door like civilised people do." She began to relax despite her anger, but only slightly at the thought he was genuinely security. Back in the taxi cab John noticed they had left the area where all the villas were as the driver turned onto a bumpy road with no street lighting. "Where are we going?" He asked anxiously, looking through the window as the windscreen wipers fought hard to wash away the rain. "To the shop, like you say, sir." The driver replied in broken English. "But ... its back that way isn't it?" He grew concerned. "Local shop closed," he said, "I take you to better shop close by." Ignoring his better judgement to get out he decided to trust the driver, for a little while longer anyway. In attempt to calm his nerves he began to chat with the driver about the local area. Impressed with his English they struck up a friendly conversation and John began to relax, telling the driver all about the villa and his wife. After a rough bumpy twenty minute journey the taxi turned into what appeared to be a local Turkish village full with lighting and houses. Then John could see the large mini market and felt even more relieved as the driver pulled up outside telling him he would wait for him. Darting inside the shop John was delighted to find it sold a lot of European and British food brands. Grabbing some fresh bread, milk and a box of cereal he headed over to the alcohol section and picked up two bottles of French red wine. Placing his basket onto the counter he asked for two cartons of cigarettes for his wife as he fished for his wallet. Collecting his shopping John left the shop and approached the back of the car. The driver jumped out and quickly opened the boot. Rather too quick as it happened, catching John in the head and sending him flying onto his back. The shopping dropped onto the floor scattering his things whilst he lay on the soaking wet dirty floor. The driver panicked trying to help John to his feet as he apologised over and over. John stood up feeling dazed and confused as he placed his hand over the pain on his head. The driver then moved Johns hand to look at his head and panicked further as he saw blood. "Quick, quick, inside shop we must stop bleeding." He ordered, leaving the shopping on the floor as he dragged John back inside the shop. "I'm ok! I'm ok!" John shouted, angry at what had just happened to him. The man who had served him quickly pulled a first aid kit out of a draw and began cleaning up the blood. "Water, get some water!" The shop owner shouted at the driver. He quickly came back with a glass of water and John happily drank it down to quench his sudden thirst. After a few minutes everybody realised it was just a scratch as the bleeding quickly stopped and they all finally relaxed. Abass was about 6"0 tall and skinny, not too skinny but with very little muscle. He looked like a runner Rachel thought, standing in front of her with his navy blue shorts and shirt. She noticed an ID badge attached to the side of his shorts too but didn't ask to see it. "I was out patrolling the complex, as nobody is due to arrive until tomorrow; it is my job, miss." He explained. "Well, thank you for being so cautious, Abass, but my husband will be home any minute and I need to get dressed. I'm embarrassed enough as it is." She moaned. "Where is he?" Abass asked. "Why did he leave you when you were in need?" A sly sinister grin now looked down at Rachel. "He has only gone to the shop to buy some things so he will be walking through that door any minute." She replied trying to sound brave. "Local shop is closed," he chuckled, "nearest shop is twenty minutes away." "Shit!" She scoffed. Realising what was taking her husband so long. Abass smiled at Rachel again, he knew he had time and that she too realised it. "So tell me, miss," he paused, "why your husband leave you when you have needs." "That's none of your business." She scolded him. "I think you need to leave, Abass." "There is no rush, miss, have some more wine." He said, handing her the half full glass. Rachel took the glass and gulped some of it down. "Cigarette?" He offered as he retrieved a packet from the top pocket of his shirt. Determined not be intimidated by this man Rachel accepted a cigarette baring her pussy in the process. Abass smiled and gazed down between her legs as he lit the cigarette for her. Rachel realised her brazen act had aroused her slightly. She was now sat with her legs closed, a glass of wine in one hand, a cigarette in the other with a neatly shaven triangle of flesh exposed. Abass could no longer see her pussy, but he didn't need to, he knew she was getting hot, staring defiantly into one another's eyes as they smoked their cigarettes. It became a game of stare, but who would blink first. Moving in front of her Rachel gulped as Abass stood with his legs in front of hers. Leaning down he picked the candle up from the sofa and brought it to his nose. "Mmmmmmm," he groaned, "I love Western women. You are so free and liberated from religion and expectations." "I'm married," she laughed trying to make light of the situation, that's not free." "Oh, so you are trapped in your marriage." He said, forcing one of his legs between hers. "Of course I'm not trapped." She shot back. "But being married means I belong to one man and he belongs to me." Abass burst into a wicked laugh and spread her legs further apart with both of his legs. Her effort to stop him was feeble as he was stronger and managed to open her legs easily. Trying to show strength Rachel accepted the fact he had seen more than just her pussy and relaxed her legs. It was an attempt to show him she didn't care what he saw, he still couldn't have her. With a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other Abass took his opportunity and ran the candle up the inside of her thighs until he reached her pussy. Rachel jolted as she exhaled, almost coughing on the smoke as he gently started to rub the tip of the candle up and down her slit. She was still wet from a few moments ago and her pussy offered no resistance as he spread her lips and traced the tip of the candle up to her clit. Rachel squirmed in her seat unable to free her hands without throwing their contents on the floor. Abass spread his legs wider, forcing Rachel's even further apart and totally exposing her pussy once more. "You western women come to my country baring your milky white skin and luscious breasts. You wear your skimpy bikinis and clothes teasing us men of Islam." He stated with quickening breath. "I didn't come here for ... oh umm ... that." Rachel tried to say. The candle was once again teasing her clit but this time it was in the hands of a stranger. The Wife and the Holiday Villa "No, lady, you are worse than that, you tease me in front of window." He said, pushing harder as he rubbed her clit. "I didn't know you ... oh shit, ohhh fuck ... I didn't know you were there." She moaned. Rachel couldn't think straight what with the wine and situation she found herself in. She forgot who she was for a moment, her stomach clenching and her pussy throbbing with excitement. Taking Rachel's cigarette he stubbed it out along with his own and then placed her wine glass on the floor beside the sofa. She gulped in anticipation as he kept the candle expertly on her pussy, never stopping the sensation she was feeling for a second. Dropping to his knees Abass watched for Rachel's reaction and smiled when she used her free hands to move her hair out of her face, resting it on the back of the sofa. "Your husband is not looking after your needs." He grinned. A guilty smile broke out as she thought of him briefly. "What if he comes back?" She asked, as if it were not her responsibility. "Maybe he'll enjoy the show." He sniggered. "I meet couples from Europe like that all the time." "We are not like that." She said through gritted teeth as the fire between her legs raged. "I saw how hot you were," he said softly, "I saw how unsatisfied you were." Rachel suddenly felt ashamed pushing her hands between her legs and removing the candle. Abass laughed out loud and leaned back away from her slightly. "Don't be shy; I'll give you what you need." He told her, no longer laughing. What am I doing she thought, wishing she had waited for her husband before she decided to get all horny. She suddenly felt trapped on the sofa of their holiday villa with this stranger taking advantage. Everything suddenly felt dangerous but exciting. Thoughts of her husband walking in seemed to heighten her arousal rather than squash it. The consequences seemed to fade further and further to the back of her mind as this foreign man took control of her. With her hands still covering and protecting her womanhood Abass took the opportunity to undo the buttons on her blouse. Rachel sighed and bit her bottom lip as she felt each button slip from the eye holes holding the blouse together. Button after button she felt the blouse begin to loosen around her body before finally the last button was released and Abass pulled her blouse apart. "Ohhhhhh yes," he groaned, "perfect big white tits." Rachel's violation intensified the throbbing between her legs and her breathing grew faster as she felt his hands snake into her blouse and around to her back where he unclasped her bra and released her big bouncy breasts. He then pulled the blouse further down her shoulders before yanking it off her arms. She offered no help in removing her clothing but offered no resistance either. Accepting her fate she gave a soft sigh of defeat as her bra quickly followed. Abass cooed at the beautiful site before him. The young wife's firm 32D bust sat invitingly in front of him and he wasted no time in reaching out to cup her breasts. Closing her eyes Rachel's head lolled to the side as she bit down on her lip again. His hands were big and soft as he caressed her swollen mounds. She enjoyed how much he seemed to appreciate them, carefully massaging and squeezing them as he moaned. She had always been used to the constant stares she received from men ogling her cleavage, but it was her husband she wanted ogling them the most. But after six years of being together he had grown used to them. He still enjoyed them but it had been a while since he felt her breasts like this. Abass then leaned forward and sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth. He suckled as if extracting milk and it made her heart race faster. She thought he must be able to hear it as it beat harder and faster under her left breast. Her breath came in shallow pants as she struggled to breathe; the anticipation was so much she couldn't get the oxygen into her blood stream quick enough. Rubbing the palms of his hands over her breasts Abass knelt up to watch her face. She was enjoying it and so was he before he remembered time was running out. Groping a little rougher now he tweaked her nipples before letting go to unzip his pants. Rachel knew this was her moment to kick him away and run off into the bedroom. Part of her brain was telling her, urging her to do it before it was too late. Abass quickly had his cock out and was stroking himself furiously. His cock stood thick and proud but Rachel was unable to see as she closed her eyes and fought the moral battle in her head. His cock was thick like the candle but not as long, but long enough to satisfy Rachel and more he knew. Desperate to bury his cock inside this white wife he grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the sofa. Her eyes still closed but with her pussy spread wet and exposed, throbbing as it waited to be filled. Grabbing his thick shaft he lined himself up rubbing the swollen tip of his brown cock up and down her slit. "Ohhhhhh shit!" Rachel quivered. "This is so wrong." "But it feels so right." Abass chuckled as he slowly fed his length into her inch by inch. "Ohhh fuck, ummm, oh yes, ohhhhhh fuck." She panted, as her pussy struggled to widen to accommodate his size. Once she had taken every thick inch of his cock he started to rock her back and forth on the sofa. His hands dug firmly into her thighs as he used her own body weight to rock her onto his cock. For Rachel it was effortless, her body rocking as if she were on a boat. With each upward thrust he stimulated parts of her insides the candle had not and it gave her renewed pleasure. The moral battle of wills lost inside her head Rachel instinctively wrapped her legs around Abass, trying to pull him in deeper. He felt her legs tense and squeeze so pushed harder up into her body. She was so wet and yet tight he thought, he wouldn't be able to last very long. Rachel bucked furiously trying to match his thrusts and it was working as before long she was thumping the sofa with her fists clenched tight. Abass had never felt a woman come as hard as her pussy contracted like a vice around his own throbbing muscle. Like a beast he quickly pushed himself onto his feet whilst keeping himself buried deep inside her pussy and thrust harder. The new angle caused a knocking against her cervix which caused some discomfort but the deeper penetration sent her over the edge very quickly for a second time. Experiencing her first multiple orgasms Rachel collapsed completely onto the sofa. Her body limp and weak from the intense few minutes this man had given her. "Slow down ... oh ... slow ... go slow." She murmured unable to take anymore pounding. "Bend over you bitch!" He hissed, swinging her legs around and helping her onto all fours. Ignoring his insult she collapsed over the back of the sofa and allowed him to continue fucking her. His cock still felt good as he kept himself deep inside her with short sharp thrusts of his hips. "I'm going to fill your hot pussy with my sperm you dirty white bitch." He spat. Rachel smiled at his crudeness, loving how much pleasure she was giving him before alarmingly she remembered she wasn't protected. "No!" You can't come inside me!" she freaked trying to move. "What!" He spat thrusting harder. "I'm almost there." "No! No! I'm not on the pill!" She wriggled harder. "Mmmmm I like." He chuckled, before she broke free and managed to turn herself around. In her panic she had accidentally positioned herself on the sofa with Abass and his cock standing right in front of her. She looked at his cock and saw it for the first time. Its thick brown bulbous head shiny with her juices smeared all over it. She looked up at him, deep into his eyes as he smiled back down at her. He hadn't come yet and they both knew he wasn't leaving until he had. Rachel hovered for a moment, unsure in herself if she would do it. Then, without looking at his cock again she opened her mouth. Grabbing hold of his cock Abass guided the head and the pulsating tip slipped smoothly into her willing mouth. Closing her parted lips around his shaft she began to bob her head as his cock bucked and danced inside her mouth. Sensing he wouldn't last very long she scrapped her nails gently down his buttocks while cupping his balls with her free hand. Free to assault her mouth Abass grabbed her head and slowly started to fuck her face. No man had ever done this to her. Rachel had always been in control when giving a blow job. Not fond of semen in her mouth her husband grew used to oral sex without completion. But as it always ended in sex he wasn't too bothered. This was different however. Rachel knew that by denying him her unprotected womb to deposit his sperm she could hardly deny him her mouth. His cock filled her mouth so much she opened her jaw wider before closing her lips even tighter around his shaft. Moans from above told her the recipient approved as she sucked harder. Abass still holding her head slowed his strokes as he guided her head back and forth along his length. He took a few moments to look down at her into her long blonde hair. Grabbing handfuls of her locks he thrust his cock as deep as he could and grunted loudly. Rachel began to choke before she quickly started swallowing his cum. He pumped his load so deep into her mouth he knew she would have no choice but to swallow. Once his cock stopped spewing sperm he pulled her head back and looked down at her, his cock dripping with saliva and cum. "I hope we meet again." He said, letting go of her hair. Once Abass had left Rachel locked all the doors and jumped into the shower. She tried to empty her mind of the terrible act she had just committed. She couldn't quite believe how it happened, liking it to one her erotic stories. Just then she heard the door. "Is that you, John?" She called out. "Yes, love." He replied. "You'll never guess what bloody happened to me?" Rachel climbed out of the shower. "I'll be right with you." She told him. Thinking his story couldn't possibly be worse than hers. Down at the security office Abass called out to his four colleagues. Two of whom were clocking off for the night whilst the other two were clocking in. "Check this piece of pussy out staying at the Bay View Villa." He said pulling out his camera phone. The five men gathered around the phone as it burst into life with the sounds of Rachel masturbating. The Wife At The Nude Beach After months of preparation and a nine hour flight, we had finally arrived in Spain. We woke up the next morning to gorgeous sunshine. Kim was first up and put on a sexy bikini that could barely contain her large breasts. Kim always looks so sexy when she goes to the beach. I woke up and threw on a pair of boxers so we could head out to the beach and get the vacation started early. We arrived to a stunning white sand beach that was encircled by huge cliffs in the background. The sound of the big waves hitting the beach was amazing. All of a sudden, a lady walked by and I noticed she was completely naked as in starkers. She had a shaved pussy and spectacular breasts. It was then that I realized we had arrived at a nude section of the beach. We put out our towels and proceeded to lay down and soak up some sun. Kim unhooked her bra and let her 34D cup tits out of the suit. She undid the stings of her bathing suit bottoms and now she was completely naked for the world to see. Her freshly shaven pussy was a revelation to me but I must admit it was a sight for sore eyes. Kim pulled out the suntan lotion and started to lube up her entire body especially since some parts had never seen the sun ever. Watching her rub her breasts was something I never get tired of. I was sitting on my towel feeling kind of foolish wearing a bathing suit when everyone around me was naked. So I stood up and pulled down my suit and let my penis feel the fresh ocean air. I have always been a bit self conscious about the size of my penis, particularly its girth or lack thereof. As I was slightly nervous being naked on a beach for my first time, my penis was barley showing - just a small head and no shaft visible to the naked eye. Kim suggested we go for a walk along the beach and I reluctantly agreed. The sun felt so amazing beating down on my body and the sight of nude women everywhere so an added bonus. As we walked by other couples, it was pretty apparent that they were checking us out as we strolled by. I always imagined that a nude beach would be made up of old naked fat people but I could not have been more wrong. There were hot looking gorgeous women and men all over the beach. As we were walking, I spotted a hot looking couple approaching us. She had long blonde hair and perfect breasts and a nicely trimmed pussy. he was about 6'2" very fit and had the longest soft thick penis I think I have ever seen on a man. Kim had noticed them too as she whispered into my ear, "did you get a look at that couple. OMG, he has a yummy cock". They stopped to talk to us and I noticed his wife glancing down to check out my man package. I could see that she had a look of amazement on her face. I must admit I felt terribly inadequate standing next to him - the size difference was like night and day. Turns out they were from Arizona and were really a nice couple. As we were talking, I would glance at her lovely tits and wish I was sucking on those perfect nipples. A few times I caught Kim looking at his penis and you could tell that she was a bit flushed for sure. Her normally soft nipples were now fully erect. I only could imagine that her pussy was starting to get a bit wet from all the staring. They came back to our towels and we offered them a drink of water. Rob was standing there with the sun at his back and his unusually large penis hanging down his leg. Kim was busy chatting and got up and tripped and Robe caught her. As he caught her, his penis hit her ass accidentally. I could tell that she could feel it hit her ass by the look of amazement on her face. He too could tell as you could tell some blood started to flow into his penis as it thickened and got longer. His wife noticed and she reached down to grab his penis. As she did that I thought Kim was going to wet herself on the spot. I knew right then that they would be friends for life.....