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Husband's Fantasy

By: Fantasy Husband



I am a husband that has been married to the same woman whom I love very much for over 25 years. 

However, I like many husbands have this recurring fantasy to watch my wife being fucked by another man and to watch her climax with wild abandonment. There is nothing I can imagine as thrilling than to watch your wife being fucked by another man or men, unless however if that person happens to be a hung, Black or Hispanic. My wife is a very attractive woman 54 yrs young that stands 5'6" with green eyes, frosted blond hair, 36C breasts and nice long legs I have often spoken to my wife regarding my fantasy and the truth is nothing gets me hotter than thinking of Lee's beautiful face and body covered in CUM. Our sex life is good but predictable and unimaginative although she enjoys oral and anal sex and often likes dressing like a Slut/Whore. She is very sexy and absolutely breathtaking when dressed as a depraved slut in her black seamed stockings, sexy garter belt, 5" open toe pumps and heavy whorish makeup. She enjoys having me watch her masturbate with her 9" black dildo but she seems reluctant to live out my fantasy? 

On many occasions, she has posed while I have taken pictures of her dressed as a Slut in her black seamed stockings and heels fucking her pussy and asshole with her large dildo and have even taken several pictures of her licking and sucking my balls while covering her sweet slutty face with loads of CUM. We watch interracial Porn movies together where black men with enormous thick veined cocks fuck and suck beautiful white women cumming in buckets over their face and body and I know she gets HOT and wet thinking about having a large black cock fucking her pussy and asshole. Lee adores oral and anal sex and I always remark to her that she could probably fuck the hell out two or three studs when she is sexually aroused. I have asked her when making love if she might ever be interested in fucking a well hung black stud and in the heat of lust she has openly admitted that she found it to be exciting.. We or I should say me, constantly mention swinging with another man while we are having sex but it is only fantasy talk because it never proceeds to anything and always ends there{with our love making}. 

That is until recently!!

The Internet has really opened my eyes and has given me access to otherwise obscure information like –

Adult Swinging sites, interracial sex stories, stories about men who enjoy watching their wife's engage in sex... An internet site that addresses Alternative life styles and focuses on adult sex for both married and single people. The site contains forums, stories, pictures and contacts for 3-somes, swinging... 

I finally had the nerve to contact a member from my area. I contacted Mel {a 34 yr old large muscled, 6'2" black man who enjoys swinging with married couples} and arranged a meeting between us to discuss the possibility of him joining my wife{Lee} and myself for a "3-some". We met a week later and I brought the pictures of my wife dressed like a Slut and he brought photos of himself with another married couple. In his photos, the couples' wife was sucking this huge black cock that was not only Big but very thick with enormous hanging balls{my wife has a fetish for big hanging Balls}. I asked Mel exactly how large his cock was and he responded rather shyly but proudly about 10'' Long and 4" Thick – Wow! was my only reply. The photos also showed him skewering the wife's asshole and blasting the wife's face and mouth with massive amounts of Cum juice. It covered her face, eyes, hair and dripped from her chin and as I looked at his photos, my dick got instantly hard imagining my wife taking that monster cock in her pussy and asshole. Pre-cum leaked from my erect cock as I thought of Lee on her knee's dressed as a slut in her black seamed stockings adoring Mel's balls and sucking his huge black veined cock with cum dripping from her face and mouth. I told Mel that I was really interested in getting together but didn't know how to get Lee to take the next step and asked for his advice?

Mel suggested I take Lee to a local dance club Friday evening and asked if I could get her to dress Slutty like she dressed in our pictures. 

Friday evening after dinner we smoked a joint and I talked Lee into going to the dance club. She knows I

like for her to dress provocatively so I easily convinced her to wear her short black slit skirt{which exposes the tops of her stockings and garter straps when she crosses her legs or bends over} and a sheer black blouse, which displays a good portion of her large breasts. Before she went to change clothes, we were playfully kissing, hugging and caressing and I took the opportunity to suggest she wear her long black seamed stockings, black garter belt, 5" open toe pumps and of course NO underwear. I was pleasantly surprised when she returned looking incredibly sexy in her Slutty outfit. She seemed to like how lustful she looked because she had carefully applied whorish makeup to complement the way she looked in her heels and seamed stockings. As we were leaving the house, I commented to her jokingly that she looked gorgeous and sexy just like a "Slut-Whore"on the prowl for Cock at which she smiled and replied; 

" I bet you would really enjoy that – Wouldn't you?!". On the way to the club I couldn't help myself from stroking her stockinged thighs and fingering her shaved cunt – she was dripping wet and we almost didn't make it to the club however, I was determined to execute the plan Mel and myself had designed which was to watch/join in her being ravaged by a huge black cock. 

At the club my wife couldn't help by notice several men eyeing her with lusty stares and this added to her excitement. She knows that men love to see women act and dress like wanton sluts and I told her that dressed like she was she could probably fuck whatever man she desired if she wanted to. The combination of drinking, the pot we had smoked, the slutty manner in which she was dressed and the lusty way men stared at her began to effect her libido and excited her in ways she never experienced before. The bar/club was crowded so we sat at the end on the bar, ordered our drinks and decided to dance to a nice slow tune. During our dance as we grinned, I told her how beautiful and slutty she looked and couldn't resist caressing Lee's sexy garter clad thighs. Returning from the dance floor, Lee playfully grabbed my crotch remarking how very erect my cock was? As we returned to our seats at the bar, Lee carelessly allowed her skirt to slide up her legs exposing the tops of her black stockings and garters. I couldn't help from staring at her sexy exposed stocking thighs and my cock was in a constant state of arousal thinking of what the rest of the evening might be like if I could get my wife to take that "next sexual step" – "menage-a-trios" with a hung black stud!

Being an advid voyeur, I found it intensely exciting to think I was going to help Lee expose her exhibitionist side and hopefully bring out her submissive side as well. Lee had taken the first step by dressing like a Slut in public and needed a little coercing to give her the confidence and conviction she required to have her act like a submissive Whore! 

Mel{my black AFF friend} came over to us at the bar and we began a conversation. I told Lee that Mel was a friend of mine from the gym I belong to and I could tell Lee was not only enjoying Mel's company but found him to be sexy and attractive. After a few drinks, Mel asked Lee to dance and I was surprised to see that after a few slow dances, Mel began to grind his cock into Lee's pelvis and her response was instinctive as she passionately rubbed her dripping pussy into his crotch. 

As they danced longer, Mel started massaging Lee's lower back and working his hands down over

her ass. By now I was really getting excited and from the look on my wife's face, Lee was really enjoying it too!!

I watched Mel fondle Lee while they danced and was shocked when she allowed him to raise the back of her skirt exposing the tops of her black seamed stockings. She now began to behave and certainly looked like a Slut in Heat!!

Watching them on the dance floor really excited me and when they returned from the dance floor I could see my wife was also excited as her face was very flush and her erect nipples protruded thru her sheer black blouse. I also couldn't help but notice the enormous protrusion from Mel's pants that looked like he had a fucking bat in his pants. I seized the opportunity; I told Lee that I had to make an important business call and asked if we could return to the room. Then while staring at Lee, I asked Mel if he wanted to join Lee and myself for a drink while I made my business call. Although this announcement somewhat surprised Lee, she didn't object and we left the club for our room. I must admit that me cock was bursting with excitement as I looked at how sexy and unbelievably Slutty she looked strutting in her 5" heels with Mel at her side. With her heels clicking and her legs encased in shiny black seamed stockings, she exuded the epitome of Sex and turned the heads of many men when we left the club. 

As we were about to experience my evening of fantasy, I was thinking of the great sexual encounter we were about to indulge in. I was actually going to witness, participate and take of pictures of Lee being

Ravaged by Mel's enormous black cock. I felt confident Mel could transform Lee's shyness into wild whorish abandonment. He would make my wife his submissive slut and she would revel in her new whorish role. 

Everything was set! The room I had selected had mirrors on the ceiling and walls, I had several Viagra capsules, and Lee was feeling high with sexual excitement. I couldn't stop thinking that this was to be my own personal porn movie with my wife staring as the slutty white bitch who was going to be treated as a submissive whore for a dominant black Satyr possessing an enormous cock with terrific staying power! 

No one was disappointed with the evenings outcome least of all me wife! Well that evening Mel and I made my wife Cum like she was a Wild woman and transformed her into a Slutty nymphomaniac. She must have had 15-20 mind boggling climaxes. 

Once in the room we had a few drinks and I hugged and kissed Lee feverishly while Mel poured the drinks. Although Lee didn't know of our plans, she suspected something so I decided to begin our adventure immediately. As I kissed Lee deeply and caressed her she began to moan sofly while I removed her blouse and skirt. Meanwhile, Mel was busy rubbing his erect cock against her ass while exploring her stockinged thighs and breasts. I told Lee how much I loved her and assured her that Mel and myself would make sure that she would experience more pleasure than she thought was humanly possible. Her face flush with excitement and breathing heavily, Lee looked me directly in the eyes and asked me: 

"Is this what I really wanted – Did I want to watch her fuck a black man"? I answered Lee's question eagerly : "Yes! and reiterated to her that this is and has been my greatest sexual fantasy". 

She understood smiled and licked her sultry lips while moaning louder. I then asked Lee - "Would she find it exciting to suck and lick Mel's huge black uncircumcised cock"? 

And wouldn't she like to taste and lick his large black CUM filled balls?. I told her that although Mel was extremely well hung, he would be gentle and she could allow him to do anything she desired and assured her that Mel and myself were to be her Studs for the evening. Her body began to tremble and she groaned loudly - Oooohhhh ...! Mel had unzipped his pants and released his humongeous cock and in her excitement Lee wrapped her small hand around that large black cock and stroked it until it was hard as steel with bulging veins. She gasped at the size and thickness of Mel's black horse cock and we were both amazed at the amount of pre-cum fluid that oozed from those large black balls. I told her that I wanted a remembrance of this evening and I was going to watch and take photos of her dressed in her slutty black seamed stockings and garter belt sucking Mel's black cock and licking his large hanging balls until he covered her face and hair in Cum. As the evening was to progress, I took pictures of Lee performing many nasty slutty sexual acts with this big black cocked stud. Acts so raunchy that Lee surprised herself and shocked me! – but that's getting ahead of my story... 

. 

After I removed Lee's clothes we laid her on the bed dressed in stockings, garters and heels, I began to lick and suck her beautiful hairless pussy. I teased and sucked her wet clit while she feverishly squirmed and I tongued and fingered her tight asshole. Mel was busy teasing Lee's breasts and nipples while caressing her face with his enormous black cock. Lee's cunt was dripping wet and she moaned loudly as I watched in awe as my wife stretched her mouth to accommodate Mel's large cock with the enormous head. She managed to swallow the head of his thick cock and tried to stuff her mouth and throat with as much of that fat black cock as she could handle{almost 8" of hot thick sweaty black meat} before gagging. I almost came immediately as I watched Lee lick the foreskin of Mel's cock as he slowly fucked her mouth and rubbed his huge cock and balls all over her face. Her saliva dripped from his ebony cock and hung from his big black balls as he rubbed it all over her slutty face. Her forehead, cheecks, nose and lips were dripping wet from Mel's pre-cum jizz. Lee was really getting into sucking this large black cock and her saliva dripped from his cock and balls onto her breats like a water facuet! 

Seeing how wet and excited Lee had become, Mel started treating her like a nasty slut and swore that she would have to Beg for his big black Cock. 

Mel continued to jerk his huge cock while he fed it to Lee slapping her face and lips with that spewing monster and Lee simply moaned with whorish delight and intensified her licking of his big black balls. Her groans got louder and louder and Lee experienced her first organism when he began shouting these obscenities at her At the onset of her first mind shattering climax, Mel continued to call her a cock sucking Whore and really began to jerk that huge black monster. Lee's climax was the most intense I had ever witnessed and must have lasted 30 seconds. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably as she grabbed me by my hair and forced my mouth deeper into her CUM-drenched pussy. She moaned loudly as her ass sphincter tightened around my fingers that were busy fucking her asshole. My wife was really into having this big hunk of Black Cock Fucking her tonsils and Mel had made her cum simply by making her suck him and Fucking her slutty face with his huge cock!"

Mel continued to jerk and Slap my wife's face with his hard ozzing cock and as her orgasm began to subside he made her Beg for his CUM. Lee was now moaning as her face was Fucked... her throat swelling as his thrusts grotesquely stretched her checks and mouth. 

"MMMMMmmmm... MMMMMmmmmm... MMMMMmmmmm. " 

"Slurppppppp... " "Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

Mel was now sweating profusely while jerking his swollen cock furiously and taunted my wife –

"Hey Bitch, tell me how much you love this big black Cock" ... 

"And what my big black balls - You love them too – DON'T You"...

Mel shouted: "Tell me Whore!"... 

Mel was close to cumming and while my wife continued to lick and adore his balls he smeared and drenched her face with his huge oozing black monster while continuing to verbally humiliate her: 

In a very dominant tone, Mel shouted to my submissive wife:

"Lee, - Tell your husband how much you Love black cock – You fucking Whore!"...

"Tell him how much you love for me to Fuck your face"...

"You want me to CUM all over your face Slut?"...

"Is that what the little Ms. Whore wants!" ...

"Beg me you fucking Bitch...!"

"Go on and tell your husband how much you want my CUM! " ... 

With Lee still shaking from her climax she was barely able to answer but grunted like an animal in heat and

mumbled:"Please CUM all over my face"...!

"God, I want your CUM"!.. ..."I want your CUM dripping from my face"... Ohhhhhhhh...

" I want to taste your CUM" ... Aggghhhhhhh ...

"PLEASE eeeee"... 

Just then, Mel jerked his horse cock, gasped, and Exploded like a Volcano!

"Here it Cums - Slut!"...

GUSH... Gush... Gush...gush... gush... gushhhhhh... 

He blasted Lee's entire face and hair with several enormous loads of CUM. 

The first blast hit her forehead with such force that it covered her forehead and splattered into her hair, the next two blasts plastered both her checks and dribbled toward her ears and the last three spurts completely soaked her eyes, nose and mouth. – Mel must have unloaded a quart of slimy CUM and Lee was covered in Mels white spunk with his cum even going into her nostrils and she loved it!

She moaned even louder experiencing her second organism within minutes... 

 

Watching all this action was too much for me, I moaned while grabbing one of Lee's stocking encased legs and rubbed and jerked my swollen cock against her shiny nylons. I yelled:

I'm CUMMing... I'm Cumming.... and furiously jerked my swollen cock until I shot a large load of cum on her black stockings and feet. My CUM landed on her thigh above her garters and spread to her feet encased stockings. 

After I came I massaged my cum into Lee's stockings and resumed tonguing her sensitive clit and asshole. 

Amazingly, Mel never lost his erection after emptying his balls all over my wife's face and made her lick and suck his black cock clean which she did with renewed passion. She rubbed that black monster all over her CUM laced face and sucked and licked it until Mel tore his saliva dripping cock from her CUM hungry mouth. Lee was being transformed into a CUM loving slut and she seemed to love it!

Mel told me to move from between her thighs as he had something big and hard that he knew she was waiting for and he then moved between her CUM stained stockinged legs and spread her thighs high and wide while he massaged her clit with his stallion cock for several moments before ramming all 10" up her soaking wet pussy. Lee was beside herself with a mixture of pain and unadulterated Lust and eventually shouted at Mel to fuck her until her cunt was raw. He fucked her hard for almost an hour stretching her cunt to capacity while pinching and biting her swollen nipples. I took the opportunity to pop my first Viagra while I watched Lee going ballistic and literally screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, 

"I'm cumming. ... I'm Cumming... I'M FUCKING CUMMING"!!... 

" Fuck me all night"!...

" Use me ...!! -- Fuck Me like a WHORE"!!... 

 

"FUCK ME eee... "!!

"Ohhhhhhhhh"... 

"Agggghhhhhh"... 

Lee's orgasms rippled through her body like shock waves and her CUM was so intense that she actually Squirted CUM from her pussy! 

Her climax was so violent that the CUM literally squirted from her engorged pussy as if she was urinating. Mel removed his cock from Lee's pussy as her orgasim began and spanked her clit with that huge black Pole while her pussy squirted 

Gush... Gush... GUSH...

a good five or six times all over Mel's balls and cock. 

With her climax subsiding, Lee turned to me and said in whorish tone:

"Honey, is this what you wanted? Look at your wife, Darling, " she purred. 


Husband's Fantasy



My husband and I have always enjoyed a very active sex life.  We enjoy telling each other our most intimate fantasies while in the middle of passionate lovemaking.  A couple of years earlier my husband had started to express interest in bringing another woman into our bedroom.  I knew this excited him very much and would tell him everything the other woman would be doing to him while we made love.  At the time I was unsure if we should follow thru with the fantasy or not. 

Then, Desiree came into the picture.  My husband met her while at a business conference and they became friends.  They would run into each other at work functions and started talking quite openly to each other. Trevor found out she used to be a stripper and she openly admitted to him that she was bisexual.  When he came home and told me I knew it was time to take the next step and fulfill my husbands fantasy.

After a brief meeting we invited her to come to our house for a weekend.  We talked for awhile over drinks and tried to get to know each other a little better.  After I started feeling the effects of the alcohol I decided to throw all inhibitions out the window and explore this new found sexuality.  

Trevor, with a look of pure lust in his eyes asked if Desiree and I would kiss for him.  I was nervous at first, but when her soft lips touched mine the only thing I could focus on was that moment.  The gentle way she caressed my lips with hers, the softness of her tongue against mine.  My pussy started to ache with desire.  When we finally pulled apart Trevor looked as though he may pass out from the excitement of it all. I quickly stripped off my clothes to everyones surprise and encouraged Desiree to do the same.  

Her breasts were amazing, 34D with perfectly erect nipples just waiting for someone to suck them.  I bent down and took one in my mouth savoring it for a moment before sucking on it.  I kissed, caressed and sucked on her nipples making her moan with desire.  

Desiree and I then looked at each other and quickly stripped my husbands clothes off before he knew what had happened. Slowly I lowered my mouth over his enormous cockhead and lapped up all the precum that was covering it.  I held his cock in my hand while inviting Desiree over to help me.  Slowly both of us started running our tongues up and down the shaft, meeting at the top for a quick kiss. We took turns licking and sucking his balls, bringing him to the brink of exploding only to hold him off a little longer.

I knew he would last much longer so I suggested we move to the bedroom to be more comfortable.  We layed Desiree down on the bed and Trevor and I began to suck her nipples.  We slowly made our way down her body to her sopping wet pussy.  We took turns licking and sucking until she screamed in orgasm.  I too wanted to feel the pleasure of another woman eating my pussy and Desiree was more than happy to fulfill that fantasy.  She licked and sucked my pussy with gentle strokes of her tongue that nearly shot me thru the roof. I could feel my orgasm starting deep within me and thrust my hips up wanting her to lick faster and harder.  The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

Trevor was stroking himself needing a release after watching Desiree and I.  I begged him to fuck her while I watched. I positioned Desiree doggy style on the bed and guided Trevor's cock into her sopping wet pussy.  She moaned in ecstasy while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her throbbing hole.  I manuevered myself underneath them so I could lick his dick as it slid in and out of her cunt.  She lowered her mouth to my pussy and again, ate me with incredible fervor.  

Trevor pulled out and layed down on his back so I could straddle him with my soaking wet pussy.  After a few strokes of his rock hard member I exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. I knew he could not hold out much longer so I jumped off and Desiree took my place on his throbbing member.  Positioning her just right, Trevor found her G-spot and pumped her pussy until she was screaming with pleasure.  Her legs started trembling and she shuddered as she came all over his dick.  The spasms of her pussy were enough to send him over the edge and he pulled his dick out in time to shoot his load all over our sweaty bodies.

We collapsed in a tangled sweaty heap on the bed.  Exhausted and satisfied from the hours of sexual pleasure.

I can't wait until morning! Things can only get better from here!




Husband's Fantasy



My husband has always talked about his fantasies. We both have. But on this one weekend I never thought it would happen. Mike got us invited to a special party with a few of his friends. Now I did know that there would be some swingers there, but wow...never anything like this.

We drove up to the secluded beach front home. Looking out over the bay you couldn't see another house for miles. Perfect view, perfect everything. Mike touched my shoulder and slid his hand down to the small of my back. We walked up to the front door and rang the bell. His friend opened the door with a big smile. "You're just in time."

I looked back at Mike as we came inside. The house was cool temperature wise, big and airy. I could hear several people talking in the background. Mike took my purse and gestured for me to take off my shoes. I could see several other pairs lined up. Comfortable I walked barefoot into the living room. There were several couples talking, touching and doing all sorts of other things. I gave a wide eyed look at Mike as the hostess walked forward to greet me. She smiled and placed both her hands around my own. I could see she was wearing a very gauzy summer dress with nothing on underneath. We made our way to the couch sitting as someone handed me a drink. I took a sip and it was delicious and fruity. 

Sitting there listening to Beth talk put me at ease. I didn't even look back when hands touched my shoulders, kneading them gently. I closed my eyes and leaned into the touch. It felt so good. Beth took my drink and told me to relax as she put her hands on my chest forcing me to lean back into the hard chest that had me. I heard a whisper in my ear and I looked to the left and saw Mike sitting there watching me with a pretty blonde fondling his crouch. He raised his drink in a salute to me. 

Hands drew my shirt up, cool air brushed my heated skin. I closed my eyes and raised my arms. The shirt went off and somewhere in the distance in a quiet swoosh. Smiling wickedly I let the magic wash over my body. The man behind me moved and motioned for me to lie back on the couch. I did. I half opened my eyes watching Mike get up and walk over to us. He motioned the other man away. 

Leaning just a breath's away he said, "So are you ready for some fun?"

"Yes," I said as I pulled him down for a kiss. I could taste the tanginess of his drink on my lips. I drank him like a smooth strawberry daiquiri. My clothes seemed to melt away, and then I was naked for Mike....for his touch...for his taste...for anything his heart desired. I went to reach down to touch him but gentle hands help my wrists. Startled I looked up at Beth as she held my hands. "I want to watch," she said. 

Smiling I looked back down at Mike. He opened me like a ripe piece of fruit. Touching me, tasting me...his tongue swirled around my clitoris until I thought I would explode then and there. I felt Beth's gentle breath blowing thru my hair, over my heated chest. My nipples stood proud. She released my hands and leaned down to taste them. I gave over to the sensations that pulsed thru me. With Mikes tongue on my body and Beth's too.....I.....climaxed so hot, so hard that I saw stars behind my closed lids. When my body reached earth again I opened my eyes to see Beth and Mike kissing. Smiling I reached out to them but I felt A.J., Beth's husband take my hand and place it over his swollen member. I rolled to the side and held him firmly. Stroking his heavy cock in my hands I pulled him forward to taste the salty liquid that wet the tip. Rolling off the end of the couch, he sat reclined with his cock twitching at my tongue. I got on my knees, leaned over with my butt in the air and sucked him. Running my tongue over his cock, stroking, feeling, up and down my head moved. I felt a moment of surprise when I felt someone probe my hot, wet pussy. But it felt so good, I moaned my approval. 

In and out....slowly at first then harder and harder. I could no longer suck that luscious cock without biting. A.J. seemed to know....he moved my face up to his lips and kissed me deeply as I felt my second climax for the day rip through me. Those strong hands of my lover held him deep inside me....pulsing....twitching. Oooooh I thought I had died and gone to heaven. A.J. kissed my forehead and said, "No I have."

I let him draw me into his arms and closed my eyes, safe and loved. 



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01



[Author's note: This is a re-write of my story "Husband Encourages Wife." That story took a direction I didn't like. Maybe someday I'll finish it, but for now I've written this story. If you don't like stories where the husband, who fantasies about his wife with other men, is tortured by conflicting emotions of jealous and lust, then you'll hate this story.]

*

Jen walked into her bedroom, her face flushed from the conversation at lunch. Her pussy throbbed. She didn't normally masturbate in the middle of the day, but she needed relief, and the kids would be at the sitter's for a few more hours. She lay on the bed and pulled up her skirt. She touched herself. Her panties were so wet. She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed herself, her eyes closed, remembering what Tina had told her at lunch.

"Hey, what's this?" a surprised voice said from the doorway. 

"Oh my god!" Jen cried in embarrassment, pulling the covers over her. "Mike, what are you doing home so early?"

Mike laughed, enjoying his wife's embarrassment. "My meeting ended early, so I decided to come home. I'm glad I did." Mike threw the covers off his wife. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, and he admired her long shapely legs. Even after 10 years of marriage, he couldn't get over how fantastic her legs were.

"Stop!" she protested, trying to pull the covers back up, but Mike laughed again and batted her hands away. Jen covered her blushing face with her hands. "I can't believe you caught me playing with myself."

"So, what got you so excited?" Mike said as he put his hand on his wife's knee. "Did you watch McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy?" he teased. But he suspected why his wife was so aroused in the middle of the day. "Or, did Tina tell you more about her sex life over lunch?"

"Oh my god, you won't believe what she did last night," Jen said excitedly. Tina and Jen had been best friends since high school. Tina divorced about six months ago, after catching her husband Bill cheating on her. Not yet ready for a serious relationship, but craving male companionship, she started going out with younger men about 2 months ago. Still pretty and desirable at 34, Tina pleasantly discovered that she didn't lack for male attention, and soon she was sleeping with a new young stud every few days.

"She met a guy at a bar last night," Jen said. "He was only 23, in grad school! She let him pick her up. He took her to his apartment, and his roommate was there. Both guys started flirting with her, and before she knew it all three were in bed! She ended up doing it with both of them!"

Mike pulled off his pants and climbed between his wife's legs. "Did Tina like getting gangbanged by those two college kids?"

Jen moaned as her husband pushed into her. "She said it made her feel so slutty. She had one guy in her mouth, while the other was inside her. Then they traded places, and she felt so naughty tasting herself."

"Did they make her cum?" Mike grunted as he pumped his cock in and out of his wife's pussy.

"Yeah," Jen gasped, her own orgasm near. "She said it was incredible. She'd cum with one guy, and then the other would take his place."

"Oh god!" Mike groaned as he came in his wife. Jen came too, her toes curling and digging into the mattress.

"Wow," Mike sighed a few minutes later. "That was great."

Jen giggled and poked her husband's side. "I bet you were thinking about Tina when you came," she teased. "You like hearing about how she's being so slutty. It turns you on. Come on, admit it." 

"Okay, I admit it, Tina's attractive," Mike said honestly. "But you know what really turns me on? It's you, getting so excited hearing about Tina acting like a slut."

"What?" Jen asked, surprised.

"I'm not kidding. I guess in my head, I'm thinking you're wishing it was you, not Tina, getting fucked by those guys."

Jen's jaw dropped. "And that turns you on? Thinking about me with other guys?"

Mike laughed. "Come on, don't be such a prude. There are a lot of guys with that fantasy. They even have a name for it, it's called 'hot wife' fantasy."

Jen glared at her husband. "I know what they call it, Mike, I don't live in a fishbowl. I just never thought my husband was one of those perverts who wanted to see his wife fuck other men."

"Hey, wait a minute," Mike said, holding out his hands. "You're the one beating off in the middle of the day."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore," Jen said dismissively, getting out of bed and pulling down her dress. "Come on, the kids will be home soon."

Chapter 2

"What do you think of Jason, isn't he gorgeous?" Tina asked excitedly. Mike and Jen looked toward the restaurant door. Jason had gone outside for a smoke.

"Uh, yeah," Jen said. She felt awkward talking about Tina's new boy-toy in front of Mike. "Where did you meet him?"

Tina shrugged. "At a bar -- where else?"

Mike laughed. "It must have been a college bar. What is he, 19?"

"Twenty-four, you jerk!" Tina said, playfully punching Mike in the arm. "And it wasn't a 

college bar, it was a hotel downtown."

"Excuse me," Jen said, standing up. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"I guess you don't approve of my new love life," Tina said to Mike as Jen walked away. 

"That's not true. I know Bill treated you like shit, and you've had a rough year. I'm happy to see you're happy again."

Tina broke into a big smile. "Thanks for being so understanding." She reached under the table and squeezed Mike's thigh. "It's such a relief to hear you say that. I've been worried my friends would think less of me."

"No, not at all," Mike said, his voice caught in his voice. Tina's hand on his thigh almost made him shudder with excitement. She was so different from Jen. She was an attractive brunette with large breasts. Jen, in contrast, was a cute, leggy blonde with small perky breasts. Tina wasn't leggy like Jen, but her legs weren't bad. Thinking about this, Mike's eyes wandered down to Tina's legs. Mike admired how, since her divorce, her skirts had gotten shorter and shorter. He also liked the way she wore fuck-me pumps with high stiletto heels.

Mike noticed that Tina's skirt had hiked up her legs. His eyes widened when he saw the lacy welt of her stockings. He realized she was wearing thigh highs! That surprised him; he didn't think girls wore them in real life. He thought things like that (real stockings and garter belts) were incredibly sexy, but Jen preferred pantyhose and only wore stockings on special occasions like their anniversary.

Tina followed Mike's eyes, and realized she was flashing her stocking tops. "Oops, sorry," she said, embarrassed. She pulled down her skirt. Tina shrugged. "Okay, I admit it, I'm a slut. But stockings are better than pantyhose -- less fumbling and easier access."

"Uh, no problem," Mike managed to say, feeling uneasy. "Like I said, you're entitled."

Tina smiled, and again squeezed Mike's thigh. "Thanks!" Tina let her hand linger on Mike's thigh, only pulling away when Jen approached the table.

Jason returned a few minutes later. As they ordered drinks and then studied the menu, Jason's hands were all over Tina. Tina giggled and pushed him away, but he was relentless, caressing her legs under the table. When the drinks arrived, he gulped down his beer, then stood up, pulling Tina up with him. "Come on, babe, let's get a smoke." 

Giggling, Tina said "We'll be right back," then let Jason lead her outside.

Awkwardly, Mike and Jen continued to study their menus. Then Mike reached under the table to Jen's legs. "Don't," Jen said giggling as Mike moved his hand under her skirt. But Mike wouldn't stop, and Jen gasped when he touched her pussy. She had soaked through her panties and pantyhose. Mike pulled his hand away when the waitress came to take their order. Mike told the waitress that their friends had gone out for a smoke. As he did, he smiled a wicked, mischievous smile at his wife. Jen hid behind her menu, not quite stifling a giggle.

"You're such a hound dog!" Jen playfully scolded when the waitress had left.

"You're the one who's soaking wet," Mike teased back.

About 10 minutes later, Tina and Jason finally returned. They ordered, and then Jason got up. "I need a smoke," he said.

Jen looked quizzically at Jason's disappearing form. "I thought you guys just had a smoke," she said. Jen looked at Tina, who had a mischievous smile on her face. "What?" 

Tina hesitated, debating with herself whether she should tell them or keep quiet. But she couldn't hold it in. "Oh my god," she said elatedly. "Jason just did me!"

Jen's eyes grew wide. "You're kidding?"

"No!" Tina almost shouted, her face excited and covered with a big smile. "He pulled me into the alley next to the restaurant, and he did me against the wall! Oh my god, we were right around the corner, I could hear the people walking on the sidewalk!"

"Oh no," Tina said in a concerned voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I can feel him running out of me. I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom, I don't want the back of my dress to get wet."

When they got home from dinner, Mike paid the babysitter while Jen checked on the kids. Then, by silent agreement, they met at their bedroom. They groped each other like teenagers, practically ripping off each other's clothes. 

"Fuck me!" Jen pleaded. Mike pulled off Jen's pantyhose and panties, then pulled out his cock. 

"You so wet!" Mike growled as he penetrated his wife. "Did it turn you on, Jason fucking Tina in the alley like a whore?"

"Did it turn you on?" Jen answered as she pushed back against her husband's thrusts.

Mike's words came out between pants. "It turned me on, imagining it was you instead of Tina! Imagining Jason was fucking you against the wall!"

"Oh god," she moaned.

"I'd like to watch you act like Tina. Become a cougar. Let young guys pick you up, and go home with them and fuck them!"

"Oh god, Mike," Jen panted between moans. "You're so bad!"

"I want you to be my hot wife," Mike said lustfully. "Didn't you see how muscular Jason was? Wouldn't you like to feel a young hard body on top of you? Ramming his big cock into you? Shooting gallons of his cum into you, so it floods out of you and runs down your legs?"

"That would be so slutty!" Jen cried as she raised her hips to meet her husband's thrusts. They were both so close, their passions fueled by their nasty fantasies.

"Yeah, yeah, and I know that's what you'd like, to act like a slut just like Tina, to be a fucking MILF! That's all I've been thinking about! You being a cougar and fucking all those young guys!"

"Oh god, oh god!" Jen cried as she came, Mike joining her just seconds after.

Chapter 3

"You haven't touched your lunch," Tina said after she finished telling Jen about her latest date with Jason.

"I'm sorry," Jen said. "I guess I'm distracted."

Tina reached over and grabbed her friend's hand. "What's wrong? Are you and Mike okay?"

Jen looked up in surprise. "How did you know?"

"Jen, we've been friends since high school," Tina said, concern in her voice. "I was your maid of honor. I think I can tell when things aren't going right with you and your husband. So what's wrong?"

"It's just -- god, this is so embarrassing. But I've told Mike some of the things you've told me. You know, about the dates you've had with younger guys. Lately, Mike's told me about some things he fantasizes about."

"Oh," Tina said, her interest suddenly more than just concern for her friend. Has Mike been fantasizing about sleeping with her? She remembered the dinner the other night, when she put her hand on Mike's thigh. She shouldn't have, but she couldn't resist. She could tell he was hard. It gave her a naughty thrill to flirt with her best friend's husband. 

Jen hesitated, considering whether to tell Tina. But then she realized she needed to tell someone, and who better but her best friend. "You can't tell Mike I told you this."

"I promise," Tina said immediately, trying to hide her intense curiosity.

"Mike told me that -- he has fantasies about -- about seeing me with other men."

"What?" Tina said, wide-eyed. "You and other men?"

"Yeah, I know, it's crazy. He's never mentioned it before. It's only been since you've been going out with younger guys. He even said he fantasized it was me who Jason did in the alley."

"Wow," Tina said, shocked. She had heard some guys had this fantasy, but Mike seemed so straight-laced. Also, she remembered when Jen started dating Mike, over 10 years ago. Mike had been jealous of guys even speaking to Jen. She couldn't believe Mike had changed so much, that now he'd like to watch Jen in bed with another man. "Do you think he really wants you to do it?"

"I'm not sure," Jen said. "I don't think so, but he always talks about it."

Tina considered her friend for a long moment. Then, almost impulsively, she blurted out, "Well, I think you should do it."

"What?" Jen said shocked. "Where did that come from?"

"Look, I'm not crazy. You wouldn't believe how great sex is with these guys. They're so young and strong and gorgeous. And huge! I'm having the time of my life."

Jen looked doubtful. It wasn't too long ago that Tina couldn't stop crying after her divorce.

Tina shrugged, seeming to read her friend's thoughts. "Okay, I admit, my life isn't perfect. But YOU can have the best of both worlds! You can be married to a great guy who loves you, and fuck other guys on the side! Don't you see how lucky you are?"

Jen shook her head. "Having sex with other men isn't something I dreamed about when I got married. I mean, you're saying I should cheat on Mike."

"Jen, it's not cheating if Mike wants you to do it," Tina insisted.

"I don't know about that," Jen said skeptically. "Besides, I don't know if Mike is really serious about this."

"What if he is serious? Would you play along?" Tina smiled affectionately at her friend. "I mean, it would be fun to have someone to go clubbing with, like we did back in college."

"I don't know," Jen said honestly. "Those days were a lot of fun. But I've been married for over 10 years, and I have two children. I love Mike. Okay, yes, he has these strange fantasies, and I admit, I'm kinda envious when you tell me your stories, they're so exciting. But I love Mike, and I don't want to hurt our marriage."

"But Jen, honey, Mike wants you to do this. You wouldn't be hurting anything, this could improve your marriage."

Jen still looked doubtful. "I told you, I don't know if he really wants me to do this. God, I can't believe we're talking like this might actually happen!"

"Okay, I have an idea. Come clubbing with me Saturday night. Just you, not Mike. If he says no, then you know he wasn't serious."

"I don't know," Jen said warily.

"Jen, what's the harm? This will help you and Mike figure out what he really wants. He probably doesn't know himself. And it's not like you have to let some guy pick you up. We can just go out and have fun, like we used to do in college."

Jen thought about it for a few moments, then she found herself nodding.

********

"Can we talk?" Jen asked. "I mean, we haven't really talked about the other night."

They were at dinner, at a downtown restaurant. Jen didn't want to talk about this in bed, or even at home. She wanted Mike to be thinking with his head and heart, not his penis.

"Sure," Mike said, putting down his menu. "It probably seems like my fantasy came out of nowhere, but it didn't. I've had these fantasies a long time, I just never had the courage to tell you."

"Really, of watching me with other men?" Jen said incredulously, but also intrigued.

"Yeah. It's always excited me, watching guys flirt with you. Remember last year, at our vacation in Cancun, when that guy hit on you? He kept asking you to dance? I was so hard I thought I was going to burst through my pants."

Jen leaned back in her chair, feeling blown over by her husband's revelation. "Wow. Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"I don't know," Mike said, looking sheepishly. "It's hard to tell your wife that you fantasize about other men fucking her. But I guess, well ... lately, whenever Tina told you about one of her dates, you got really excited. Also, well, we're done having kids. I've thought maybe you might be open to some games, before we get too settled down."

Jen frowned. "What kind of games, Mike?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Mike said.

"No, Mike, I want you to say it, tell me exactly what you want."

"Okay," Mike said. He was getting excited, and so he was trying to control his breathing. "I'd like you to go on dates with younger guys, like Tina does."

"Just like Tina?" Jen asked. She wanted to find out how far Mike wanted her to go. "You know that Tina lets them kiss her, right? You'd want me to let another man kiss me?"

"Yeah, I would," Mike said without any hesitation. "As long as that's what you wanted."

"What about touching me? Do you want me to let another man feel my breasts? What if he ran his hands under my skirt? Should I let him do that, too?"

"Yeah, god, I'd want you to let him do that," Mike gasped. "God, you've gotten me so excited."

Jen shook her head. "I don't understand how this turns you on. I mean, the thought of you with another woman ... it hurts just to think about it. But you get excited thinking of me with another man."

"I can't explain it, but it does. I mean, it makes me feel jealous, too. But, I don't know ... that makes it even more exciting." Mike looked around to make sure no one was looking. Then he took his wife's hand and lowered it to his crotch. "See?"

Jen's eyes grew wide with surprise. Mike was rock hard. His excitement was starting to turn her on. Also, she couldn't deny the allure of a young, hard body. "Tina wants me to go out with her Saturday night."

"She does?" Mike asked. "I think you should go!"

"Why?" Jen asked, acting coy. She massaged his erection. "Do you want me to play your game?"

"Oh god, yes!" Mike said excitedly. "I want you to flirt with other men. I want you to kiss them, and let them touch you. God, I want you to touch their cocks, and suck them, and even fuck them!"

Jen's breathing was heavy now. "Come on," she said urgently. "Let's pay the check, and go home!"

Chapter 4

Jen was going to be late. Tina was going to be there any minute, and Jen still wasn't dressed. It had been a long time (over 10 years!) since she had gone out dancing without Mike, and she didn't know what to wear. She finally picked out a silk, white blouse and a short black skirt. Underneath, she wore a bra, panties and black pantyhose. She finished the outfit with black pumps.

Tina had already arrived when Jen finally came downstairs. She smiled when she saw her friend. "Wow, now I understand what husbands mean when they say it takes forever for their wives to get dressed," Tina teased.

"Sorry," Jen said sheepishly, kissing her friend on the cheek. "I couldn't figure out what to wear."

Tina eyed her friend. Jen had always been fashionable, and being a wife and mother hadn't changed that. 

"God, you have great legs, I hate you," Tina said admiringly. Then, as if seeming to remember Mike was in the room, she added, "Don't you think so Mike?"

Mike could only nod; his throat was dry from excitement. Waiting downstairs for Jen to get dressed had been excruciating, but exciting too. All Mike could think about was his pretty wife in the arms of another man while dancing at the club. He was thrilled she had chosen to wear a mini-skirt, not pants. 

Tina easily read the excitement in Mike's face. "Your pretty wife is sure going to be popular with the guys at the club," she teased.

Mike tensed. How much had Jen told Tina about his fantasy? He had his answer when he caught his wife giving Tina the evil eye.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 02



[Author's note: If you don't like cuckold stories where the husband, who fantasies about his wife with other men, is tortured by conflicting emotions of jealous and lust, then you'll hate this story.] 

*

Jen checked her hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. As she touched up her lipstick, she saw the small plastic dispenser. Mentally kicking herself for almost forgetting, she picked it up and punched out one of the small pink pills. She swallowed it, thinking how much her life had changed over the last 12 months. For years she'd had no need for birth control, not since Mike got a vasectomy after their second child. Things had changed a lot.

She stopped by the family room and kissed her 2 kids goodbye. "I'll be home late," she said to Maria, their grandmotherly nanny. 

"Oh, Mrs. Jennifer, you look so pretty," Maria said in her sweet Mexican accent. Jen acknowledge the compliment with a smile, wondering if Maria suspected anything.

Then Jen went into Mike's home office. "Hi honey," she said. 

Mike turned to his wife. "God you look great," he admired. She wore a short tight top, skinny jeans and black high heels. "The Stallions won't be able to keep their hands off you tonight."

"And you love it, don't you?" she teased. "Don't wait up -- but I know you will!" she said giggling and giving her husband a quick peck on the cheek.

Riding in a taxi, Jen couldn't wait to get to the bar, even though she had partied with the Stallions just last weekend. With over protective parents, she hardly ever dated in high school, even though she was one of the prettiest girls in school. In college she dated and partied more often, especially after joining a sorority, but she held back with boys, and didn't lose her virginity until her sophomore year. Looking back, she imagined she had tried to live up to her parents' good girl image. Her relationships in high school and college never lasted more than a month or two. In fact, Mike was her first (and only) real boyfriend, and only her fourth lover.

With the Stallions, Jen felt like she was making up for lost time, sewing her wild oats. She knew it wouldn't last forever, but for now, she wanted the excitement of partying with fun people and wild sex with hot guys. She knew she was probably spending too much time with Darius -- they were practically going steady with how much time they spent together -- but god, he was so hot and he could make her toes curl like nobody's business, and he was also really fun to be with. And Mike didn't mind, in fact he encouraged her.

"Hey babe," Darius said as Jen approached. He slid his arm around her waist as she slid into the booth, his hand gliding across the bare skin exposed by her short crop top. She kissed him, feeling moisture form between her legs. She couldn't wait to get him into bed.

"Hey, get a room," teased Christy sitting across the table. She had a smile on her face, but Jen knew her teasing was anything but friendly. Christy was new to their group, and like a lot of other girls, she coveted Darius, and tried to put down Jen whenever she could. It was clear to everyone that Christy was jealous and didn't like Jen. For her part, Jen wasn't fond of Christy. It didn't help that Christy was very pretty, had a killer body, and was 10 years younger than Jen's 35 years. She was from Alabama and had a southern accent that even Jen had to begrudgingly admit was charming. 

Before Jen could reply, Christy got up and pulled Kyle to his feet. "Come on, let's dance!" she said to Kyle in a bubbly voice. Kyle was new to their group too. He was tall and handsome with sandy blonde hair. He had a good body and was well hung and good in bed. At least that was what Jen had heard from a number of the girls (including Tina). She might have made a go at him herself, except she had Darius of course, and she liked Darius's tall-dark-and-handsome look more than Kyle's blonde preppy look.

Feeling relieved with Christy gone, Jen snuggled closer to Darius and started talking and joking with everyone else and having fun. Later, Jen noticed Darius looking at something across the room. She followed his eyes, and saw Christy bent at the waist to pick up something. A wisp of her red lacy thong peeked above her low rise jeans, and above the lace Jen saw a small black tattoo with a butterfly at the center and curvy wings extending to either side.

Darius caught Jen looking, and nudged her in the side. "Thinking about getting a tat?" he said with a big grin.

"No!" she said immediately, surprising herself with the indignation in her voice.

Darius looked intrigued. "Too bad, I think they're hot," he said, noting with interest how his words seemed to bother Jen.

The next day, Jen sat at lunch with her best friend Tina. "Sorry I couldn't make it last night, I had to see the ex about one of our joint bank accounts," Tina said.

"How's Bill doing?"

"He's still a shit. You won't believe it, but he tried to get me into bed. He said I look better now than when we were married."

Jen giggled. "It must be all the facials you get from the Stallions."

"That, and the exercise," Tina replied with a laugh. Then her eyes narrowed conspiratorially. "Soooo, how was Darius last night?"

"Wonderful, as always," Jen gushed. "God, he's so good in bed."

Tina feigned surprise. "You actually made it to a bed?"

"Shut up!" Jen said laughing, kicking her friend and making her drop her folk.

Laughing, Tina reached down and picked up her folk. Jen's eyes grew wide at the tattoo on her friend's lower back. "When did you get that?"

"What? My tramp stamp? About a month ago."

"I didn't know you liked tattoos."

Tina shrugged. "It's the thing now. A lot of young guys -- like our Stallion hotties -- are really into ink. You should get one."

"I don't know," Jen said looking dubious. "Mike hates tattoos. I thought about getting a tiny one on my ankle in college, and he had a hissy fit."

Tina looked surprised. "You, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, thought about getting a tattoo in college? You never told me that!"

Jen grinned. "It was my wild phase. But I guess not really, because I didn't get one."

Tina laughed. "You're making up for it now!" Then her expression turned inquisitive. "Speaking of Mike, how is he? Still okay with sharing you with Darius?"

Jen shrugged. "I guess. I mean, last night was like always. He waited up for me, and couldn't wait to hear all about it."

Tina giggled. "I swear, I still can't believe he's so kinky, he seems so boring. I mean, no offense, I like him and all that. Are you -- you know -- still not giving him anything?"

Jen giggled. "I don't have to figure out ways to avoid sex with him. He masturbates as we talk, and he gets so excited he cums without me even touching him." She hesitated, as if wondering whether to tell Tina more, then she continued with a lowered voice. "Last weekend in bed though, he got on top of me and I could tell he really wanted it. I let him, I mean, he's my husband. But I swear Tina I couldn't even feel him inside me. Darius has turned me into a size queen! I don't know what I'm going to do when he finally dumps me for a young chick like Christy."

"I don't think he's going to do that any time soon," Tina said reassuringly. "Any way, even if he does, with your pretty face and those legs, you'll have your pick of the other Stallions." 

"Oh, like you don't have your pick with those big boobs of yours," Jen scoffed playfully, but they both knew Jen was the prettier of the two. It had been that way back in high school, and it was that way now, especially since age was beginning to take its toll on Tina's face and body. In contrast, Jen seemed immune to age, her face and body just as fresh and firm as when she was a teenager.

Tina looked away, feeling slighted, even though she knew her best friend didn't mean to. Lately she'd felt like a groupie among the Stallions. She'd begun to admit the truth to herself -- the Stallions only partied with her because she was an easy lay. When they went clubbing, if they couldn't score something younger and prettier and tighter, they always had her body to get their rocks off. 

Chapter 2

A few weeks later...

In the bathroom, Jen carefully trimmed the thin landing strip just above her clit. She kept herself bare otherwise, regularly visiting the spa for a Brazilian, knowing Darius liked it that way. He made that clear the first time they fucked. He wanted it all gone. She didn't mind, he was that good in bed and she wanted to keep him interested in her. She'd even offered to shave herself completely bare but he'd laughed and told her he wanted to see a little hair, "to show me you're really a natural blonde" he'd said. It'd been an arrogant, presumptuous thing to say, but he could get away with it because he was a twenty-something Greek god of a man.

She showered and rushed to get ready. She expected Tina any minute. Her hair took a lot of time. She wore it longer now, past the middle of her back. She hadn't worn it so long since college. She made up time on her makeup. Other than lipstick she barely wore anything; less makeup made her look younger. She quickly dressed in the outfit she'd chosen earlier. White top, mini-skirt, black stockings and black heels. She wore a lacy black thong under the skirt, but no bra. 

"Wow, you look great!" Tina admired as Jen came down the stairs. "Doesn't she look great Mike?"

Mike still couldn't believe his wife's transformation over the last year. A year ago, she never would have worn an outfit so revealing. Her mini-skirt was so short you could catch a hint of her lacy stocking tops as she walked, and the clingy light material of her blouse left no doubt she was braless. As Jen and Tina hugged and kissed hello, he couldn't take his eyes off how their breasts pressed together. It was apparent Tina also hadn't worn a bra, although her skirt wasn't as daringly short as Jen's.

Mike sat in bed and tried to watch TV after the girls left, but he couldn't get the image of his wife out of his mind. She had looked so incredibly sexy. Not able to resist, he unzipped his pants and took out his hard penis. He closed his eyes and fantasized about Darius fucking Jen with her blouse ripped open and her skirt hiked up around her waist. In his fantasy, his wife ran her hands over her young lover's muscular arms as he slowly long-stroked her with his monster cock. Mike came as his mind's eye focused on an image of his wife's long legs tensing as she orgasmed on her lover's manhood.

Mike panted after cumming, his fingers sticky with his own spunk. While beating off gave him some relief, it didn't satisfy his desires, and the post orgasm letdown left him feeling sad, lonely and jealous. Making a decision, he took a quick shower, got dressed, and then jumped into his car. He knew where they were clubbing tonight so he headed for that bar, although he knew he was at least an hour behind Tina and his wife. 

The bar was packed, which made it easy for Mike to loose himself in the crowd. It didn't take long to locate his wife. The Stallions had taken over four large tables in a corner of the bar. There were about a dozen guys and half again as many girls, some sitting and others standing. Jen was standing surrounded by a group of 4 guys. Mike immediately recognized one of the guys as Darius. Everyone was laughing and talking and seemed to be having a great time.

Mike took a step back into the crowd, not wanting to be noticed. He studied Jen and her friends. All her friends were good looking. The guys were ruggedly handsome, the girls runway model beautiful, just like they'd stepped out of the covers of GQ or Vogue. With her pretty face, petite figure and long legs, Jen easily fit in with the other Beautiful People. Mike didn't feel the same way about himself. He was basically an average looking guy, thirtyish and quickly heading towards middle age. With the stark contrast between his looks and the Stallions, he was even more glad he hadn't been spotted. 

Mike noticed a young girl in the group, someone he hadn't seen before. A striking brunette, very pretty, with a killer body. She and Jen were clearly the best looking girls in the group. Jen by a hair had better legs, but the brunette was just as pretty and had much bigger boobs. The brunette looked to be around 25, ten years younger than his wife (although Jen could easily pass as a young twenty-something too). Mike later found out the brunette's name was Christy.

Just then Mike's phone rang. He silently cursed when he saw it was his boss calling. He left the bar and spent the next hour on an emergency conference call with his boss and a couple of other people from work. When he finally got back, he saw the Stallions and their lady friends standing in a circle around one of the guys sitting at the center table. Mike remembered his name was Jason. Everyone laughed and shouted like they were rooting him on. Darius, sitting next to Jason, shouted the loudest. Christy was next to Darius, laughing with everyone else, putting her hands on him whenever she got the chance. 

Mike assumed they were daring Jason to do something. He had a big grin on his face, but gradually his expression turned serious and distracted, and his breathing became heavier and more labored. His hands were under the table, like he was holding something in his lap. With a start, Mike realized what was happening. A girl was under the table, giving Jason a blowjob. Mike looked down, and indeed saw a pair of high heeled feet extending beneath the fringe of the table cloth. 

The shoes were black high heels, and then Mike realized they were just like Jen's. He quickly scanned the crowd, and didn't see his wife. No, she wouldn't ... would she? 

Mike heard the crowd chanting. "forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, ..." He realized the Stallions and their lady friends were timing how long it would take for the girl (Jen?) to get Jason off. Darius was shouting loudest of all, and Mike realized he wasn't rooting on Jason, but for the girl underneath the table.

Jason's head rolled back and his body tensed, and he grunted an orgasmic moan. His hands tightened on the female head in his lap as his body jerked and convulsed. The Stallions and girls cheered (as did many in the surrounding crowd). Darius high fived Jason, who had a contented look on his face. Christy turned Darius's head to her and kissed him, as if celebrating together. Darius kissed the beautiful brunette back. 

Finally, a blonde head emerged from under the table, and Mike saw it was, in fact, his wife who had just gone down on a man in the middle of a crowded bar. The Stallions and girls gave Jen a cheer as she emerged. She wore a grin, but her eyes had a glassy faraway look. It was more than just being drunk. Mike wondered if she had taken something, like pot or Ecstasy. 

Jen's eyes eventually focused on Darius, and her smile turned to a scowl as she saw him sucking face with Christy. She hit him on the arm and Darius broke off the kiss with Christy, turning back to her with a big smile on his face. He didn't seem to notice her displeasure (or didn't care). Someone shouted, "Two minutes flat, a new record!" and the crowd laughed and cheered again. "That's my girl!" Darius exclaimed proudly, and he pulled Jen onto his lap. Jen smiled, at the same time shooting darts at Christy with her eyes.

Darius looked about to kiss Jen, but then he noticed her wet lips, no doubt moist from a combination of her own saliva as well as Jason's spunk. "I don't think so," he laughed with a shake of his head, and everyone else laughed with him. 

Suddenly, Christy leaned over Darius. She locked her hand behind Jen's neck and pulled her over, kissing her open mouthed. It was obvious from Jen's cheeks that Christy was giving her mouth a tongue lashing. Jen pulled away angrily, a furious look on her face. Christy gave Jen a sardonic "I got you with that one" smile and blew her a kiss. The crowd roared and Darius shouted, "Man that's hot! I love it when girls swap cum!"

Mike retreated back into the crowd, left the bar and got into his car. His head swirled with everything that had happened. He was incredibly turned on, and his cock was so hard it hurt. He pulled it out, and he came as soon as he touched himself. He couldn't think of anything but the evening's events, and he was soon aroused again. He stroked himself, and even though he could only get semi-hard, he was soon close to orgasm again. In his mind's eye, as he came, he saw his wife's heels under the table, he saw Jason grip her head as he came into her mouth, he heard Darius proclaim "That's my girl," and he saw his wife French kissing another beautiful girl.

Chapter 3

"Take me home and fuck me," Jen cooed into Darius's ear. She'd done as he asked, gone down on Jason in the middle of a crowded bar, and now she wanted her reward, she wanted him to give her a long fucking with his beautiful cock. In truth she wasn't thinking clearly. Darius had fed her a series of martinis, and somewhere he'd slipped an Ecstasy into her mouth. Her head was foggy and the room was spinning, but her body ached for what Darius could give to her.

She felt a strong arm around her waist, helping her to her feet. She felt unsteady so she reached down to take off her high heels, but she heard a deep voice say, "leave them on." It was Darius, so she left them on. The strong arm stayed around her waist as they walked through the bar, which was good as otherwise she'd have a hard time standing, especially in the high heels. 

She felt a soft hand on her arm. "Honey, are you okay?" she heard, and she felt the soft hand lightly rub her shoulder. She looked over with her glassy eyes and saw the fuzzy outline of a brunette with big boobs. Jen knew it was Christy! That bitch, she was still trying to take Darius away! 

"Leave us alone!" Jen vehemently hissed pushing the other girl away. "Darius wants me, not you with your big saggy boobs!"

"Okay, whatever!" Jen heard the other girl say, anger and shock in her voice. She heard Darius laughing, and her eyes cleared for a moment. With horror she realized it was Tina, not Christy. "No, Tina, wait," she cried, but Tina had already walked away. Then she felt the strong arm again leading her through the bar.

They went outside and the fresh air sobered her a little. She looked up and saw it was indeed Darius attached to the strong arm, which was a good thing because otherwise Darius would have to go looking for his arm, and she found that thought silly and funny and started to giggle. She sensed Darius lighting a cigarette and then she felt him press it against her lips, and she tried to turn away but he pressed it between her lips and she sucked in the sweet smoke, and she realized it wasn't a cigarette but pot. "No Darius," she whined, again turning her head away, "I'm so messed up already, I don't want anything else." 

But she felt him force the joint between her lips again. "Suck it up babe, we still have a lot of partying to do," she heard Darius say. She felt his hand cup her breast, massaging it, finding her nipple through the blouse and expertly rubbing it between his thumb and finger. Her body responded to him like always and she sucked hard on the joint, inhaling the sweet narcotic deep into her lungs, holding it there, letting it join the alcohol and Ecstasy already polluting her body.

"I'm gonna fuck you good, but first we have to make a stop, okay babe?"

"Okay, okay, fuck me good," Jen slurred, her head even foggier now. She sensed them enter a store, one of those with bells on the door that rattled when someone entered. The room was smoke filled and brightly lit, and Jen heard Grateful Dead music playing in the background. She sensed someone approach. It was a man, and through hazy eyes she saw he was fat and had a headful of long greasy mostly grey hair. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 02



"Is this your new girl? She's a pretty one," Jen heard the fat man say.

"Mine always are, aren't they?" Darius said. The fat man chuckled in agreement. 

"Lean here, babe," Darius said, pressing Jen's stomach against a cushion and leaning her forward. She felt his hands on her skirt. He unzipped and pulled the skirt down. She wondered if he was going to fuck her now, and she got moist at the thought, but those passionate urges were receding as her body reached its breaking point of drugs and alcohol. She was close to passing out. 

"Very nice," the fat man said, admiring Jen's tight ass in the lacy panties and her long shapely stockinged legs. 

"You want it right here?" Jen heard the fat man say, feeling him run his fat finger across her back, just above the top of her thong.

"Yeah," Darius said. He looked at the wall and pointed to one of the designs. "That one, the tribal design. Make it about four inches across, in black."

"Okay, you got it. You know, I'll be able to do a better job if she wasn't wearing panties."

Jen heard Darius laugh and say, "Sure, whatever, be my guest." Then she felt the fat man's hands on her hips. She felt him grip her panties and pull them down her legs. 

"Fuck," the fat man said looking admiringly at Jen's now bare ass.

"Yeah, she's fucking hot," Darius agreed, also enjoying the view of Jen's ass. "Can you believe she's 35 and has 2 kids?"

"You're fucking kidding me," the fat man said shocked. "I thought she was a college girl."

"Nope," Darius said. "Married too."

The fat man looked alarmed. "What's he gonna do when he finds out his wife got inked?"

Darius laughed dismissively. "Don't worry about him. He gets off with me fucking his wife."

The fat man grinned. "One of those, huh?"

"Yeah, one of those," Darius said still laughing. 

Jen heard them speak and what they intended to do to her finally registered. "No, I don't want a tattoo," she slurred, trying to stand.

"It's okay babe, you're going to love it," Darius said. He grabbed a bottle of tequila and brought it to her lips. "Here, drink some of this, it'll dull the pain." Jen made an effort to twist away, but still a big gulp of the alcohol made it down her throat. The room spun even more and she finally passed out, falling back over the cushion. Darius looked at the fat man. "Go ahead and start, she'll be out for a while."

The fat man looked dubious. "Hey man, you sure this is cool? It didn't sound like she wants a tattoo."

Darius gave a reassuring smile. "Come on, we already talked about this. She wants it, and anyway, I'm paying you double. Tell you what. You can fuck her as a bonus. Just get going, I don't want to be here all night."

The fat man eyed the pretty blonde, bent over at the waist, wearing nothing below the waist except stockings and high heels. Fuck she had a nice ass, and it would look even better inked with one of his tats. "Okay," he finally said, picking up the tattoo needle and dipping it into the jet black ink. He positioned the needle just above Jen's crack, and pushed it into her ivory skin. 

A few hours later the fat man was done. After receiving Darius's approval, he carefully put a bandage over the new tattoo. "Tell her to keep this on for a day, then rub this ointment over it for about a week." He paused, then said, "Can I really fuck her?"

Darius had planned to take Jen home and fuck her, but she was out for the night and he had no interest in fucking a dead weight. He waved his hand nonchalantly and uncaring in Jen's direction. "Go ahead, a deal's a deal," he said, walking unconcerned into the next room. He turned on ESPN. "Tell me when you're done."

The fat man grinned lecherously and quickly pulled down his pants. He had no problems with fucking a passed out girl. He was tempted to turn her around because he'd like to look at her pretty face while he fucked her, but he didn't want to mess up the new tattoo. Taking her from behind would still be a pleasure, especially since she had such a great ass, slim and firm, just how he liked it. With his foot he parted her legs, her heels scrapping across the concrete floor. He spit on his fingers and rubbed the blonde's pussy. Then he bent his legs to get a better angle, and pushed his cock into her. Her pussy wasn't the tightest he'd ever had -- no doubt Darius had been stretching her out with his big cock (he'd heard stories about its monster size) -- but she still felt good, especially after he squeezed her firm ass cheeks. He reached around and reached into her blouse and squeezed her braless tits. After just a few moments he was about to cum. Darius hadn't told him to pull out, so when he came he pumped his seed into her. He hoped he'd just impregnated the bitch; his baby growing in this pretty blonde's incredible body would be thrilling. After cumming, he pulled out and stuffed his dick back into his pants. Then he pulled up the blonde's skirt and zipped it. "Okay, I'm done," he shouted into the next room. Just then he eyed her panties. He quickly picked them up and stuffed them into his pocket as a souvenir.

Chapter 4

Jen opened her eyes and the morning sunlight immediately set off drums pounding in her head. She was in that terrible state of being both hung over and still drunk. The room spun and her head pounded, and her stomach felt terrible. Somehow she nudged open her eyes again, just enough to see that she was in bed at home. She saw Mike sitting in a chair, and he looked furious. For a moment she wondered why he was mad, but then she was overcome by the drugs and alcohol still in her system, and passed out again.

When she woke up again it was nighttime. The room was no longer spinning, but her head still pounded and she still felt like she had to throw up. Her throat and lips were dry. She tried to sit up, but then the room spun again and she had to lie back down. Then she saw Mike. He still looked furious. "Where are the kids?" she managed to ask through her dry throat.

"With your parents," Mike said with an angry edge in his voice. "Darius brought you home last night." Saying the name of Jen's lover seemed to make him angrier, and he snarled, "Why did you do it?!" 

"What? Do what?" Jen replied groggily.

Mike pointed at her back. "That!" he growled.

She tried to look behind her but it made her head hurt. "What?"

Suddenly Mike grabbed Jen by the shoulders and roughly dragged her out of the bed into the bathroom. "Wait, stop," Jen whined, the sudden motion making her head pound and her stomach queasy. Ignoring her plea, Mike position Jen so she was between the vanity mirror and the full length mirror. 

"That!" Mike yelled angrily. "That tattoo! How could you get a tattoo without asking me, when you know I hate tattoos!"

Jen looked wide-eyed at the tattoo. The shock of seeing the tramp stamp permanently etched onto her body sobered her, if only momentarily. "Oh my god," she said, her hand going to her mouth. Scattered memories came to her, of Darius taking her into the tattoo parlor and pulling down her skirt, of the fat tattoo artist running his finger along her back as the men talked about where to ink her. "Mike ... I don't know ... it was Darius --"

Hearing her lover's name again set Mike off. "This was Darius's idea?!" he shouted. "He wanted you to do this, and you agreed?! Even though you know I hate tattoos! You're so in lust with his cock that you let him brand you, like you're his property?" 

"No, Mike," she said. Her head still pounded and she couldn't deal with this now. "He didn't brand me, calm down, it's just a tattoo, everyone has them, Tina has one --"

Mike felt like his wife had just slapped him across the face, because what she'd just said sounded so dismissive and uncaring. "So that's how it is? Darius wanted you to get a tattoo, and you agreed without talking to me about it. I guess my opinion doesn't mean anything to you anymore." 

"No, no, it wasn't like that."

Mike scoffed and pointed at his wife's thighs. "Well, whatever happened, it looks like the two of you had a great time celebrating your new tattoo." 

Jen looked down and saw dried cum on her inner thighs. She couldn't remember Darius fucking her, but she couldn't remember a lot from the previous evening. She didn't know what to say. Mike glowered at her, and an uneasy silence passed between them. Then suddenly Mike took her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. As she fell her legs parted. He got between them and, without any lubrication, he rammed his hard penis into her. Jen's pussy was bone dry and she cried out with pain. Mike ignored her cry, he pumped her fast and hard, fury on his face. Jen's head pounded and the room started spinning again, and she felt like she was going to throw up. 

Fortunately, it didn't take Mike long to cum. He rolled off. He still looked mad, and he walked out of the bed room. Jen sobbed once, but then her weary body won out and she fell asleep.

Mike had to travel for work the next day, which was a good thing from Jen's perspective. They made up that morning before he left -- it was more like a truce -- and agreed to talk when he got home later that week. With Mike gone and Maria taking care of the kids, Jen had time to rest. The tattoo still stung. She found a bottle of ointment in her purse. Reading the label, she applied the ointment to her new tattoo twice daily. 

She felt mad at Darius of course. He had no right to tattoo her without her permission. But it wasn't a bad tattoo. The tribal he'd etched on her was small and simple. In truth, she liked it. She would have gotten a tattoo a long time ago except Mike was so against it. Mike was still angry, but she felt he'd get over it. At some level Mike liked what Darius had done; otherwise he wouldn't have taken her so forcefully last night. Anyway, Darius hadn't branded her like Mike said. If Darius wanted to be mean he could have tattooed her with "Slut for Big cocks" or "Darius's Girl," or something like that. Jen suspected that she and Darius had both been drunk and high and they'd wandered into a tattoo parlor as a silly lark. She wouldn't be surprised if Darius also had a new tattoo.

By Thursday the tattoo seemed healed. After dinner with the kids, she got dressed, putting on a loose dress that ended above mid-thigh. She picked the dress carefully. Loose because her back was still a little sensitive around the tattoo (but it no longer hurt). Short because she knew her long legs were her best asset. Also, the material of the dress was both silky and filmy, molding around her breasts and showing off her nipples when they got hard (which they always were when she was around Darius). The dress was on the slutty side of respectable, but she wasn't going to church or a dinner party, she was going to see her lover. She didn't wear anything under the dress, other than thigh highs. She finished the outfit with high heels, then brushed her long blonde hair to a luster and spritzed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists (she already had dabbed a little perfume between her tits). 

She kissed her sleeping children goodnight, and then looked in on Maria, who was straightening up the kids' toys in the family room. "I'm going out Maria, don't wait up," Jen said.

"Oh, okay Mrs. Jennifer," Maria replied, a look of disapproval on her face as she saw what Jen was wearing. Her eyes looked at the short hem of Jen's dress, and then looked at Jen's chest, clearly seeing that she'd gone braless. Jen was pretty certain that Maria knew about her extramarital activities, and she felt uneasy with her judgmental attitude. Maria was a widower and had three daughters all happily married. Jen had met her daughters, and they seemed happily married and faithful, but who knew? Maybe they were cheating on their husbands. Or maybe they had husbands who wanted them to have sex with other men, just like she had. So what did Maria know, and who was she to judge? 

Jen grew even more uneasy as Maria's eyes settled on her left hand. She had taken off her engagement and wedding rings. Jen blushed, and she instinctively covered her left hand with her right, but that just made it worse, so she said an awkward goodbye and quickly left the house.

As Jen drove to Darius's apartment she thought about what she was going to say. At first she'd be mad at him, but not really mad, more like in a pretend motherly "you're a bad boy" sort of mad. He'd apologize and she'd grudgingly forgive him. He'd ask to see her new tattoo and she'd do a sexy dance, turning so her back was to him, looking over her shoulder at him with bedroom eyes as she slowly raised her dress. He'd come over and gently run his fingers along her new tattoo, and then he'd push her against the back of the sofa or against the wall and fuck her. That would be the way he'd do her the first time. But once was never enough for her when it came to Darius, and fortunately he was always willing to give her more. Maybe the second time he'd fuck her in bed doggy style, and the third time he'd fuck her in the shower. Thinking these thoughts made her wet, and she forgot all about her earlier discomfort with Maria.

Darius had given her a key, and she used it to enter his apartment. Immediately she heard sounds of fucking coming from his bedroom. She slowly walked over, and looked inside. Darius was nude, lying on his back in bed. Christy was on top of him. She was nude too, except for a garter belt, stockings and high heels. She was impaled on his cock. Jen watched them for a few minutes, urgently fucking each other. They were so into their fucking they didn't notice her standing in the doorway. As they fucked Darius fondled Christy's big tits, and her pleasure was evident as she threw her head back and moaned, her long brown hair flying everywhere.

Eventually Darius looked over and saw Jen. A big smile crossed his face. "Hey babe, great timing. Come over here and join us." 

Christy looked over and gave Jen a catty "he's mine now" smile. "Yeah honey, come over here," she said. She put her palms under her big breasts and raised them an inch, as if offering them to Jen. "Suck on my nipples while I ride Darius's big cock."

"No thanks," Jen said with a scowl. 

"Oh come on babe, Christy's just kidding," Darius said laughing. Somehow he and Christy were managing to have this conversation with Jen without missing a beat on their fucking. "Take off that dress and turn around, I want to see your new tat."

"You got yourself inked?" Christy said with feigned friendly interest, bringing Darius's hands up to cup her big tits. "It's so cute when older women get tramp stamps."

Darius roared with laughter. "Fuck Christy, you are a bitch!" he said almost admiringly. "Come on Jen, don't leave, take off those clothes and come over here! I miss your sweet pussy babe. I wanted to fuck you the other night, but you let Butch fuck you as payment for the tat, and I'm not like your husband, sloppy seconds aren't my thing."

Christy went wide eyed with glee. "Oh my god, you let fat Butch stick his skanky cock inside you? He did my tattoo too but that's the closest I'll ever let that disgusting greasy man get to me. Why would you pay him with pussy anyway; his tats only cost about $50." Christy laughed derisively. "God, Jen, I knew you were easy, but I didn't know you were cheap too!"

Jen's face reddened with embarrassment, and she quickly turned and hurried away. She never felt so humiliated before. She hated Christy, and she couldn't believe Darius had been so mean to her. She paid for the tattoo with sex? She couldn't remember much of that night, but Darius had been there, he'd seen her do it. Why hadn't Darius stopped her from doing that? But Darius had probably been as high and drunk as her. And anyway, Darius wasn't her husband, it wasn't his job to protect her. That was Mike's job, not that he was doing a good job at it, she thought bitterly. She felt anger at Mike. He started this, wanting her to fuck other men, getting her into compromising situations where a bitch like Christy could humiliate her. 

She was so angry and upset she decided to stop and get a drink before going home, to calm down. She drank a first glass of wine, and then another, and was still upset when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked over and saw Kyle.

"Hi beautiful, what are you doing here sitting all by yourself?" Kyle asked lightly. Then he noticed how upset Jen looked and he got more serious. "Are you alright?"

"I just came from Darius's," Jen replied. It was a simple statement and didn't explain why she was upset, but the way she said it carried a lot of unsaid meaning and emotions. Kyle didn't know exactly what happened, but he could tell it wasn't good.

"You and Darius are pretty tight," he observed cautiously, but then his curiosity got the better of him. "How does that work, exactly? I heard you're married. It's an open marriage?"

"Something like that," she said shrugging. She didn't want to talk about Mike or her marriage, it was Darius and Christy she was upset about. "When I went there, Darius was in bed with Christy," she blurted out. She didn't know why she was telling Kyle this, he was new to their group and she didn't know him well. But it felt good to talk to someone about it.

"Soooo ... you and Darius are supposed to be an exclusive thing?"

Jen laughed, but it was an ironic laugh without any humor. It was silly to think she could expect Darius to be exclusive to her, considering how she herself was married. "No, it's just ... I just can't stand Christy."

Kyle laughed. "Okay, now I get it. I don't blame you, she's a real bitch."

Jen smiled, pleased to hear someone confirm her opinion of Christy. "I thought you two were an item?"

Kyle gave her a sideways "when hell freezes over" grin. "No way, she's too much of a barracuda for me. We've hooked up, sure, she's got a killer body, who wouldn't want to give her a test drive." Then Kyle finally realized what might be bothering Jen. "You don't really think Darius likes Christy more than you, do you?"

"She's a lot younger than me," Jen said sullenly. "And her boobs are a lot bigger."

"Bigger doesn't mean better. I won't lie, Christy is good in bed. But if I had my choice ..." Kyle put his hand on Jen's knee. "If you're free tonight, wanna come over to my place?"

Jen didn't take his hand off her knee. His offer was tempting. He was great looking, and her horniness of earlier that evening hadn't gone away. She didn't owe Darius anything and if he got mad she went home with Kyle, all the better. As she thought about whether to accept his offer Mike didn't enter into her mind. 

She ran a manicured finger nail down his chest, along the buttons of his shirt. She gave him a sexy smile. "Okay, but I'm warning you -- to me, bigger IS better."

Chapter 5

Later that week

Mike got out of his car and walked unsteadily to the house. He'd come home early from his trip because he wasn't feeling well. The thought of seeing his wife made him anxious. Maybe that was why he was feeling sick. They had a lot to talk about and work out. The fact she'd agreed to another man's preferences over his -- especially about something that was permanent like a tattoo inked onto her body -- really hurt his feelings. It made him question where he stood in her heart and mind.

He hated Darius. He hated the control he seemed to have over his wife. But he hated and despised himself, too, because despite his hatred of Darius, he got a raging hard-on whenever he thought of the two of them together.

Mike walked into the house and was surprised to find it empty. It was the middle of the afternoon. Where was Jen? Where were Maria and the kids?

Mike walked upstairs and then he heard something. He recognized the sounds immediately. Jen's soft moans. He walked to their bedroom and looked in.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 02



He saw Jen lying on her back in the bed. Her legs were spread wide, and she was completely naked except for black stockings and high heels. A muscular man was between her legs, eating her out. A part of Mike's brain registered that it wasn't Darius, because Darius had dark hair and this man was blonde.

Jen's eyes were closed, and she moaned softly. Her mouth formed an O as she rocked her body gently back and forth, presumably in rhythm with the man's tongue on her clit. Mike watched as his wife brought her hands up to her small tits, cupping and massaging them, rubbing the hard nipples. Then she began to orgasm. Her moans became more urgent. Her body tensed and her back began to arch. One hand went urgently to the back of the man's head, and the other went to her side, clutching the sheet. Her heels dug into the mattress. And then her head rolled back and her moans became cries of pleasure, her back arched off the bed, and her body began to shake as the intense pleasure coursed through her body.

As Jen caught her breath, she looked over and saw Mike. "Oh Mike!" she said surprised.

Kyle looked over and he scowled. "You said he wouldn't be home until tonight!" he growled, moving off the bed and angrily picking up his clothes.

Jen reached for his arm. "He wasn't supposed to," she said to Kyle. Then she looked at her husband. "Mike, can you wait outside a minute?"

Mike hesitated, then backed away from the doorway and went down to the kitchen. He could hear them talking. He couldn't make out their words, but he could tell Kyle was angry and Jen was trying to pacify and reassure him. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he heard her say.

A few minutes later he heard Jen come down the stairs. He heard her approach the kitchen, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

She entered the kitchen, still naked except for stockings and high heels. Her face showed a post orgasmic flush. They looked at each other warily, like two boxers in a ring. "I wasn't expecting you home until tonight," Jen said.

"I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early," Mike said.

Jen approached him and put the back of her hand against his forehead. It was a cold clinical checkup, one seemingly without any affection or showing any real concern. Satisfied her husband wasn't facing imminent death, she stepped away. Then she said, like an afterthought, "You probably should take some aspirin and lie down."

With her wifely duties satisfied, Jen picked up a glass and filled it with water, then drank it down, clearly thirsty from the sex she'd had so far with Kyle. Despite being upset, Mike couldn't help noticing his wife's breathtaking beauty. Beautiful face, perky tits, taut stomach, firm ass, long and shapely legs. The black stockings were sheer and had an incredible wide lacy welt (it had to be at least 5 inches wide). For a woman who never wore stockings until just a year ago, he wondered where she found such wonderful legware (he later learned she found a store in the UK that sold over the internet). 

"Where are the kids?" Mike asked challengingly.

Jen almost rolled her eyes in impatience and exasperation, realizing her husband wanted a fight. "They're with Maria, she took them to the mall and movies, they won't be home until dinner. I told you about this last night when you called."

"I'd assumed you were going with them, not stay here so you could fuck your lover."

Jen made a conscious effort to keep her patience. "Mike, I can see you're really upset about this, but this isn't the right time to talk about it. Kyle is still upstairs." 

"Oh, I see, you haven't finished fucking him yet!" Mike said contemptuously. 

Jen didn't like his tone of voice and she felt her anger rise. "I thought you would be glad, at least it's not Darius!"

"So that makes it all better? Have you been fucking around behind my back all week? That's way passed the rules!"

"Rules? What rules?" Jen said exasperated. "You wanted me to have sex with other men, and I'm doing that. Why does it matter when I do it?"

"Yeah, like you're doing this all for me, like you're not enjoying it!"

"Mike, I never said I wasn't!"

They paused, looking into each other's eyes, glaring at each other. Then Mike spoke, trying to sound more reasonable. "Jen, you need to tell him to leave, we have a lot to talk about."

"No, I'm not going to tell Kyle to leave," she said stubbornly. "We can talk tonight." 

She turned to walk away but Mike grabbed her arm. "Jen, this can't wait! We haven't even finished talking about the tattoo!"

Jen pulled her arm away. "Mike, it's just a tattoo, okay?" she said dismissively. "Grow up, get over it!"

Jen's dismissive remark was like a slap across his face. She saw the hurt in her husband's face and her tone softened. "Kyle and I will be done in a little while. Go watch TV or something, and we can talk as soon as we're done."

Mike didn't move or respond, so finally Jen sighed and left him standing there in the kitchen. She went back upstairs, and soon he heard the sounds of passionate fucking. He went into the family room and sat down. The family room was right below the bedroom, and he could hear the bed repeatedly bang the floor and the wall as their fucking reached a frenzy, and their moans and grunts filled the house like an opera of passion and lust. He resisted for as long as he could, but finally he pulled out his cock and masturbated to the sounds of his wife fucking another man. He came almost immediately, and then the emotional exhaustion and his cold overcame his body and he fell asleep.

Mike woke to a soft hand gently shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes and he saw his wife. She was freshly showered, and she wore a blouse and Capri pants. She had a head band in her hair, and wore her wedding ring. Gone was the sexy Penthouse model anxious to get back to her well hung lover in their marital bed. Now she looked like a wife and mother again (albeit a very pretty one). 

"Maria and the kids will be home soon," Jen said softly. "Do you want to take a shower and change for dinner?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Mike said groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Later that night, after putting the kids to bed, Mike and Jen lay in their bed. Jen had changed the sheets before waking Mike up earlier. The mood was tense. 

"Mike, I don't know what you want from me," Jen finally said, breaking the silence. "You want me to have sex with other men, but then you get upset when I do it. I can tell you don't want me to stop. So what am I supposed to do?"

"Maybe I do want you to stop."

"Mike, I found the tissues on the sofa after you went up to take a shower. They were full of your dried cum. You played with yourself while Kyle and I were upstairs. And what about last weekend? You say you're upset about the tattoo, but it got you so excited. Do you realize how rough you were with me? You didn't give me a chance to get excited, and it hurt when you entered me."

Mike wasn't going to let Jen turn this around on him. "You know what it sounds like to me? It sounds like you don't want to stop. Would you stop if I asked you to?"

Jen sighed. "Mike, it's not as simple as you make it sound."

"How isn't it simple? You tell Darius and Kyle and all your other fuck buddies that you're done."

Jen ignored her husband's derisive tone and tried to answer him calmly. "Mike ... I'm not sure I can do that."

"Why?" he asked exasperated.

"Because ... I'm not sure I'm done."

Mike stared at his wife. "What?"

"Mike, try to understand. You got me into this. And now -- I don't want to give it up. At least not now."

Silence stretched between them again. "Is it over with Darius?" he finally asked.

She hesitated, then said honestly "I'm not sure." 

Mike's heart dropped. "You love him, don't you?"

Jen didn't answer for a long time, as if thinking how to respond. "I don't think it's love," she finally said, although she sounded unsure. "It's more like a crush."

Again they were silent, lost in their own thoughts.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 03



(Author's note: If you're interested in learning more about Darius, you can read my story "Preying on Other Men's Wives.")



Mike sensed movement behind him, and a moment later a quick kiss on his cheek. He turned and saw the pretty face of his wife.

"I'm off," Jen said. "I'll probably be late, but if you wait up ..." She smiled, not finishing the thought, but Mike knew what she was offering. 

"You know me, I'll still be up," he said with a forced smile, accepting the peace offering. Mike gave her a quick up and down look. She wore a tight top that ended just below her belly button. The thin straps of the top did more to emphasize than cover up her bra straps. She also wore low rise jeans that were so tight they appeared airbrushed on, and high heels to finish off the outfit. Her long blonde hair was brushed to a luster, and she wore little makeup except for a sassy pink glossy lipstick. 

"Okay, see you later then," she said, leaving with a quick "bye" when the doorbell rang. He watched his wife rush away, her high heels clicking on the hardwood.  He saw the tattoo etched on her back, just above the swell of her ass. The midriff top and low rise jeans did more to emphasize than hide the tattoo. Even though they'd reached an uneasy truce about the tattoo, this still hurt because they both knew she got it at the urging of another man.

"Are you sure you're not mad at me anymore?" Jen asked Tina as they drove to the bar. "I swear I didn't know it was you."

"Yes, yes, I forgive you!" Tina said exasperated to her best friend. Jen had already apologized a million times and it was getting old. "But tell me the truth," she said seriously. "Do you think my boobs are beginning to sag? I think they might be. I've been thinking about getting implants."

Jen gave her friend's chest a skeptical look. "Seriously? You want to make them bigger?" 

Tina poked Jen in the ribs. "Not bigger, you bitch! A lift, to make them perky like yours!"

"Okay, okay," Jen said giggling. "You're lucky you have that option."

"Why?" Tina said with an inquisitive look. "Are you thinking of getting a boob job?"

"Thinking, maybe, I don't know," Jen said looking enviously at her friend's substantial chest. "I just wish God had given me a little bit more in the boob department. Did you know I didn't go from an A cup to a B until after my second child?"

"Oh, I get it. Pretty face, tight ass, and long legs aren't enough?" Tina said sarcastically. "Besides, I thought Mike loved your petite ballerina body."

"Yeah, well, ..." Jen said, shrugging and looking away. She didn't finish the thought, but she didn't need to, Tina understood. Her husband wasn't the only man Jen had on her mind these days. 

"So ... how's Mike with your new tattoo?" Tina asked. "I thought he hated them."

Jen shrugged again. "Here's okay with it now, I guess. Can we not talk about that?"  Jen was doing her best to make her marriage with Mike work. She'd scaled back to just 1 night every other week partying with the Stallions, and other than that 1 night every 14 days she was trying to be the devoted wife she'd been before playing the game. When she got home after partying she always told him everything, and he always got incredibly excited and had great orgasms. It was a complicated situation, but it seemed to be working out and she didn't want to ruin her fun tonight by analyzing it.

"Yeah, sure," Tina said, wanting to probe more, but letting it go. They rode the rest of the way to the club in silence.

Three hours later, Jen was feeling beyond tipsy and having a great time. Kyle, her current lover, had his arm around her, not being shy about running his hand over her ass as they talked and laughed with the rest of the crowd. Jen didn't stop Kyle from running his hands over her, it was all part of the fun, and she was looking forward to a long fuck session with him later.

Kyle went to the crowded bar to get refills on their drinks. A moment later a hard body pressed against her back, and strong arms encircled her. She didn't have to look back to know who it was, she knew the body's owner too well. "Hello Darius," she said with feigned disinterest.

"Hey babe," Darius breathed into her ear. His hot breath on her neck and in her ear sent an erogenous chill through her, but she managed to suppress the shudder. "You're not still mad at me, are you?" he asked. His large hands caressed her bare tummy -- he loved how tight and firm it felt -- and then he edged his fingertips down the front of her jeans. 

Jen willed herself to push his hands away. God, he'd only arrived a moment ago and yet she was already soaking!  But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She turned around and faced him. "You know I'm with Kyle."

He ignored what she said and turned her back around so he could look at her tat. "Very nice," he said admiringly, his finger tracing along the curves of the tattoo. Then he ran his fingertips over her skinny jeans between her ass cheeks. "I can't believe I haven't fucked you since you got this, it makes your ass even sexier. By the way, how does your husband like it? What's his name, Mikie?"

Jen pulled away, a slight smile on her face, and she punched him playfully on the arm. "Mike, you jerk! And he hates it. You're lucky he hasn't come after you with a baseball bat."

Darius gave her a knowing smile. "Yeah right," he said chuckling skeptically. "More likely, he went crazy and fucked you like a wild man after he saw it, especially after you told him you got it for me. You told him that, didn't you? I think we both know what kind of man your husband is. He's a cuckold. I can do anything I want to you and he'll stay at home and play with his little dick and wait for you to come home so you can tell him all the nasty things I did to his pretty wife."

Jen scowled at Darius. "You sure think a lot of yourself!"

Darius's grin turned wicked and he pulled her close. He snaked his hand between them and rubbed over her pussy. She shivered feeling his strong hand move over her sex. "I can make you cum standing right here, and I bet you wish I would, don't you?" Jen's breathing became labored and she grabbed his arm not to stop him but to steady herself as his experienced hand rubbed her clit over her jeans and panties.

Suddenly Darius stopped and stepped away, the superior grin still on his face. She stood there panting, unsteady in her heels and feeling humiliated. She'd tried to play hard to get, but he'd seen through all that. He could take her to bed right now if he wanted, and they both knew it. At that moment she felt small and trivial, like a silly school girl idolizing over the star quarterback. Wanting to preserve whatever dignity she had left, she abruptly turned and walked away.

A few moments later Kyle arrived and she quickly gulped down the Cosmo he handed her. He grinned approvingly. "That's what I like about you, you're such a party girl. I've got a surprise for you, come on." He led her to a private room in the back that Tyrone had reserved for the evening. Tyrone was another Stallion, although he was older than most of the guys (almost 40, a few years older than Jen). He was also very rich. Jen didn't know the entire story, but he'd inherited some money that he turned into a fortune using, what people said, illegal businesses (drugs?). He was also very handsome. And very black. 

Jen saw the thin white powdery lines of cocaine on the table. Around the table were the Stallions and their girls, all handsome and pretty and dressed up in designer jeans and expensive tops, the beautiful people looking like they'd just stepped out of the pages of GQ and Cosmopolitan. They were sipping martinis and wine and imported beer, laughing and talking and showing off their perfect white teeth, as they one by one leaned over the table and snorted a line of Tyrone's cocaine. 

"Come on babe, let's get some before it's all gone," Kyle said to Jen, his hand caressing her back. Jen hesitated just a moment. She was drinking more now, and smoking a fair amount of marijuana. Free recreational drugs were everywhere with the Stallions, it was that kind of group. She'd seen them snorting cocaine before, she'd even seen Tina take some. Jen had experienced cocaine once in college, during a sorority party. She remembered the exhilarating feeling of euphoria that'd flowed through her body after taking the drug. She'd avoided cocaine since then, not so much for moral reasons (although that was part of it, because Mike despised illegal drugs, even harmless ones like marijuana), but because the high the cocaine had given her had been so wonderfully intense and blissful that it'd scared her.

But after her run in with Darius she felt small and insignificant; clearly she was just a trifling plaything to him. At that moment, the thought of how good the cocaine would make her feel was tempting, and her normal inhibitions and good sense were repressed by the martinis she'd already had. So she walked to the table with Kyle.

Tyrone broke into a big smile when he saw Jen walk up. He gestured her and Kyle over next to him. "This is the good stuff," he promised both of them. While Kyle leaned over and snorted up a line, Tyrone squeezed Jen's ass with his big black hand. "This one's free, I might make you pay for the next one," he whispered into Jen's ear with a mixture of playfulness and lustfulness. Jen laughed and playfully pushed his hand away. 

Kyle staggered back a few steps, saying, "Man, that IS fucking good shit!" 

Jen leaned over the table and picked up the thin straw. Tyrone saw she was inexperienced with this, so he leaned over too. He wrapped one hand around her tiny waist, his large black palm on her bare ivory white skin between her midriff top and low rise jeans. He put his other hand on her's and guided her hand as she inhaled the fine white powder into her nose.

Jen straightened, closing her eyes and rolling her head back, giving herself to the immediate feeling of euphoric blissfulness. Her silky long blonde hair gently swung back and forth as she slightly swayed on her high heels. She felt Tyrone's hand move from her waist and slide down to her ass. He caressed her cheeks and slid his fingertips down the crack between her ass cheeks. The earlier unpleasantness with Darius no longer troubled her, just a quickly fading bad memory. She didn't push Tyrone's hand away this time. It felt good on her, and she sensed how much he desired her. She felt good about herself again. Yes, at 35 she was a decade older than most of the other girls, and she was married and had two kids, but she was blonde and pretty and had a tight body and long legs, and gorgeous men desired her, men like Tyrone and Kyle and even Darius. Checking to see that no one was looking, she leaned into Tyrone and kissed him open mouth, twirling her petite soft tongue around his. She sultrily ran her hand down his body and cupped his crotch; he was hard. It was for only a moment, and she quickly pulled her lips and hand away. Then she whispered huskily into his ear, "I don't mind using my body to get what I want."

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, both excited and intrigued. He'd heard the rumor about how this pretty blonde paid for the tattoo on her back, but he didn't believe it, she looked too sweet and home spun for that level of wickedness. Now he wondered, especially with the way she was giving him a Cheshire cat smile. He'd wanted Jen since the first time he'd laid eyes on her (even thought she was practically flat chested and he was a tit man). Now her sultry behavior coupled with her innocent, girl-next-door pretty face was making his cock harder than it'd ever been. 

"Every part of your body?" Tyrone asked with a lecherous smile.

"That depends what I'm paying for," she said with a teasing smile. God, she felt so good, so confident, so wonderful, she loved the way the coke made her feel.  "Can I do another line?"

Tyrone waved at the cocaine covered table. "Be my guest, Jenny," he said encouragingly.

Jen paused at his calling her Jenny. No one had called her that since grade school. But she didn't say anything, since it was his stuff they were using. She did another line of cocaine, and then she let Kyle take her away so he could fuck her.

The doorbell rang just before 6am. Mike opened the door, and he saw his wife barely on her feet being held up by a taxi driver. "She's yours?" the taxi driver said with a heavy Mexican accent. Mike took in the scene in an instant. The taxi driver was about 40 with a huge belly, greasy hair and a pockmarked face. He had his arms around Jen, holding her up, and one of his hands cupped a breast. Jen was in a semi-conscious state, her eyes fluttering open and close.  When open her eyes looked glazed over, like the night she came home with the tattoo but even more so this time. Somewhere she'd lost the bra, and her jeans were on but partially unzipped and at times her trimmed landing strip came into view, so somewhere she'd also lost her panties. Amazingly she still wore the high heels.

"The fare from the city is $100, but you know ...," the driver said. Mike saw the driver was doing more than cupping Jen's breast, he was gently fondling her. Mike's eyes focused on the driver's hand on his wife's tit, and then he glanced down. A big tent was formed in the driver's loose khaki pants. He finally looked up. The driver was practically salivating. "If you don't want to pay the fare, we can work something out," the greasy Mexican said.

Mike took his wife from the driver, pushed $120 at him, and then shut and locked the door. He picked up his wife and carried her to their bedroom. "What did you take?" he asked as he laid her on the bed.

"Something bad, I'm sorry," she mumbled, her words coming out slurred. Clearly she was still fucked up from whatever she'd taken.

Mike took off her clothes. She was barely awake and seemed to go in and out of awareness.  Mike knew this was more than alcohol, more than marijuana even. He sat at the foot of the bed and studied her. Thankfully there were no new tattoos. But she had hickeys on her neck and shoulders and her nipples were swollen from biting and sucking. Her pussy lips were swollen too, and parted somewhat. Mike saw semi-dried cum matted in his wife's bush and caked on her inner thighs, and thick milky liquid oozed from her pussy. Her pretty petite feet were also a little swollen from wearing high heels all evening, the soft skin around her toes dented by the hard leather edge of the high heels.

Mike wondered how many times the Stallions had fucked her. How many times they'd cum inside her. He wondered if the taxi driver had taken her before bringing her to the door.

Jen woke momentarily and reached for her husband's pants. "You'll always love me, won't you?" she slurred, clumsily trying to unbuckle his belt. Mike held her, taking off his pants, and Jen pulled him on top of her. "Tell me you will," she said pulling his head down to kiss her.

Mike smelled a mixture of men's cologne and sweat as well as cum mingled with her own perfume and scent he knew so well. His cock throbbed. 

"Tell me you will," Jen repeated, almost sounds like a little girl. She reached between their bodies and took his hard cock in her hand, guiding him to her swollen pussy lips. He pushed in and entered her easily. He still remembered how her pussy used to be so tight. Now her pussy was loose. It tightened up after not being with the Stallions for a week or two, but never as tight as it used to be. 

"I'll always love you," he groaned as he came, adding his spunk to those of other men already inside her.

Later that evening Jen finally emerged from their bedroom, having slept all day long. She still seemed somewhat groggy and disoriented from what she'd taken the night before. But she looked like his wife again, freshly showered, her long blonde in a high pony tail, wearing one of Mike's oxford shirts with black leggings underneath, her wedding and engagement rings back on, her charm bracelet with their kids' birth charms again around her wrist. She sat next to him on the sofa and snuggled into his arm.

He kissed her on the cheek. "Are you alright?" She nodded and smiled and kissed him back. "Are you sure? You were out of it this morning. You still don't seem quite right."

Jen put her finger tips on Mike's lips. "Are the kids coming home soon from my parents?"

Mike nodded, still looking concerned. "In about an hour. I have spaghetti cooking."

"That sounds perfect." She rested her head on the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. "Do you mind if I rest here until the kids get home?"

"That's fine, but Jen, this is serious. What did you take last night?"

The last thing Jen wanted to do was tell Mike she had taken cocaine, because she knew he'd go ballistic and she didn't want to deal with that right now, not the way she was feeling. "We have an hour?" she asked, reaching to Mike's lap. She unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and took him into her mouth. She gave him a long blowjob, not letting him cum for a long time, expertly letting his orgasm build and build to intensify her husband's pleasure, and Mike didn't care whether or not the spaghetti burned on the stove.

Chapter 7

Jen and Mike held hands as they watched their 2 kids play with the other children. It was a nice family outing, a BBQ hosted by a family friend. Jen wore the same low rise jeans and high heels from the weekend before. It wasn't her choice, but Mike had insisted. Despite whatever misgivings he had about her partying with the Stallions, he liked showing her off. She wasn't wearing the same top as last week of course; that would have been beyond risqué for this BBQ or any other family event for that matter. Instead she wore a white blouse (and white bra underneath). Mike had picked out the blouse too. It was slim and tailored to follow the curves of her petite body, and it ended just where her jeans started, so she couldn't tuck it in. Depending on how she moved, her tattoo came into view, and she noticed more than a few men looking. She knew Mike noticed too, and she knew that was the point. Whatever his misgivings about the tattoo and how she got it, it turned him on to show it (and her) off.

The effects of the cocaine had worn off, and she felt a little edgy. She wished she could have something stronger than the beer the hosts were serving, but she knew she couldn't, not with the kids with her and not with this crowd of family friends. 

"Hey sis," she heard behind her, and broke into a big smile when she saw Stacie approach with her husband John. Stacie was her younger sister by 12 years, and because of their age difference (Jen's 35 to Stacie's 23), Jen had always felt protective over Stacie. As they spoke and caught up Jen began feeling uncomfortable around John. Stacie and John met in high school and had been a couple ever since, and they got married just last year after graduating from college. But Jen always felt like John was checking her out, undressing her with his eyes. He'd never made a pass at her or even touched her inappropriately, but she had a pretty good sense about when a man was attracted to her, so she kept her distance from John whenever she could. Stacie was oblivious to it all, and that was good, because she was head over heels in love with John, she adored him and her entire world revolved around him. 

Jen and Stacie wandered off from Mike and John for sister talk. "Guess what, we're going to try to have a baby!" Stacie said excitedly, clutching her sister's arm.

"That's great," Jen said, pleased. But Stacy detected something in her big sister's voice.

"What's wrong sis?" Stacy asked concerned. Going on her intuition, she asked, "Is something wrong with you and Mike?"

Jen quickly shook her head no. "No, everything's fine."




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 03



Stacy looked skeptical. She knew her big sister better than that. "Come on, sis, tell me."

Jen hesitated, looking into Stacie's eyes, and then it all came out. No one else knew except Tina, and it felt good to tell someone else. She told Stacie about how she started partying with the Stallions, how she had sex with Tony, how she met Darius and essentially started going out with him, and how she broke up with Darius and hooked up with Kyle. She left out the part about the drugs.

"And Mike is okay with this?" Stacie asked with disbelief.

"Yeah, he wants me to do it, he's really into it, it gets him so excited."

"He doesn't get mad or upset?"

Jen hesitated, thinking how to answer. "He gets jealous sometimes, especially when I went out with Darius all the time. But, the jealousy just gets him more excited."

"Wow," Stacie said wide-eyed. "Aren't you afraid of being seen by someone you know?"

"We always go to clubs on the edge of the city. Have you heard of Distraction, it just opened? We've been going there lately. No one we know goes to places like that."

Later that night, Stacie turned to John in bed. "You won't believe what Jen told me tonight," she said to her husband. She'd promised Jen she wouldn't tell anyone, and Jen had specifically made her promise not to tell John, but John was her husband after all, and she couldn't keep secrets from him. Anyway, this gossip was too good. "She and Mike have an open marriage."

John had been falling asleep but this jarred him wide awake. "You're kidding? They swap?"

"No, not like that," Stacie giggled delightfully. "You won't believe this! Jen has sex with other men, and then she tells Mike all about it! He loves it! And I'm pretty sure she does too!"

They spoke some more and then fell asleep. At least, Stacie fell asleep. John lay awake looking into the dark. The true was, he no longer felt physically attracted to Stacie. He loved her, sure, and at one time he found her body pleasing, but those days had long passed. He married her mostly because he didn't have any better options. She had a good job that supported them both, while he dabbled in this and that.

Stacie's older sister Jen, on the other hand, was something else. She was an absolute knockout with a killer body. He'd seen her in a bikini and her ass and legs were incredible. Lately her body seemed even more toned and alluring (he heard she'd started dancing seriously again), and to top it all off she had the prettiest face and long silky blonde hair. 

Stacie, on the other hand, was a poor imitation of her sister. Cute face, but not pretty. Blonde hair like Jen's, but Stacie's came out of a bottle.  Decent legs, but nothing like Jen's, and because she was on her feet all the time (she was an ER nurse), Stacy's legs were already starting to develop varicose veins, whereas Jen's legs were perfect, like they were airbrushed. Stacy was already developing bulges around her stomach. The only thing she really had on her sister was bigger tits, but she didn't know how to show them off, not the way Jen had done that evening in that form fitting blouse. And had he seen a new tattoo on Jen's back?  

John had started cheating on Stacie. It started at his bachelor party, when he and his best man fucked the stripper after everyone else had gone home. Since then he'd fucked a prostitute during a golf trip to Vegas with some buddies last year, and currently he was having an affair with the receptionist at the golf club they belonged to.

He knew Stacie was completely faithful, and completely devoted to him. He felt guilty about his affairs, but he couldn't help it, Stacie didn't do it for him anymore and he needed sexual satisfaction somewhere. That's why he agreed to have a baby with Stacie, to make it up to her.

John had always lusted after Jen, but he always thought she was too much of a good girl to do anything bad like cheat on her husband. Now it turns out she's fucking other men all the time! John quietly slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. He locked the door and stood in front of the toilet. He took out his cock. Thinking about Jen had made him rock hard. Not for the first time, he fantasized about fucking Jen, but this time was extra exciting because now he thought he might have a chance to get inside her pants.

Chapter 8 

A few weeks later

John finished his beer and ordered another one. He sat at the bar in Distraction. He'd been going every Saturday after learning about the bar from Stacie (telling his wife a lie about poker night with the boys). He hoped Jen would turn up tonight.

His jaw practically dropped when he saw his sister walk in. He'd never seen her dressed this way. She was wearing a slinky black dress. From the front it looked elegant, going up to her neck and with long sleeves. You might almost think it was conservative, except it enticingly clung to her body and it ended high above her knees around mid-thigh, showing off a lot of her wonderful legs. But it was the back that took your breath away. The dress daringly scooped all the way down to just above her ass, baring her entire sexy back, and also exposing her new tattoo just above her ass. Jen wore her hair down, but swooped to her front, so her long blonde hair didn't hide any of what her dress was revealing. She finished the outfit with sheer black hose and black ankle strap stiletto heels. 

Jen saw Tina and they hugged. "God Jen you look amazing!" Tina gushed. "When did you get this dress? Oh my god, is it a Chanel?"

Jen nodded. "Isn't it great?" she said beaming.

Tina gawked, knowing a dress like that cost thousands of dollars. "Mike bought you that?"

Jen nodded again, and she got her first good look at Tina and it was her turn to gawk. Her chest looked amazing. Tina's breasts were just as big, but even through her dress Jen could tell they stood higher and firmer. "You got a boob job, didn't you? I wondered where you've been."

"Aren't they great?" Tina gushed happily. "They're still sensitive, but I couldn't wait to show them off." Then she whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra and they still look fantastic."

Jen could tell her friend had gone braless, because the bumps of Tina's nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of her dress. Amazingly, Tina's nipples pointed up towards the ceiling now, instead of down like they used to. Her big tits were practically perky. "They look amazing," Jen said honestly with more than a little envy.

Jen and Tina walked to the back of the club where most of the Stallions were hanging out. All heads turned when they walked in. Despite Tina's new tits, almost every male eye was on Jen and how incredible she looked in her stunning new Chanel dress. Jen didn't miss Darius's look of desire and Christy's look of envy as she walked by them. Tina wandered off to the pool table, and she got a lot of male attention whenever she bent over the pool table to make a shot, her new tits practically spilling out of her dress.

After a little while Darius came over to her. "Jen, you look incredible in that dress," he admired, putting his hand on her lower back, gently caressing her new tattoo. He didn't waste any time letting Jen know what he wanted. "What to come over to my place tonight?"

A thrill of excitement ran through Jen as she felt Darius's hand practically on her ass. "Sorry, I promised Kyle I'd go home with him."

Darius's smile grew lecherous. "That's fine with me. I don't mind some threesome action. MFM are three of my favorite letters."

Jen gave a playful scoff. "I thought you said you didn't like sloppy seconds," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Darius pulled her close, his fingertips edging down the back of her dress far enough to know the hot MILF had gone without panties. He whispered hotly into her ear, "It's not a sloppy second if I fuck you first."

Jen's body shuttered and she felt weak kneed. The thought of having Darius and Kyle at the same time made her lightheaded. But she wasn't going to give into Darius so easily. "We'll see," she said teasingly. "Any way, what do you plan on doing with Christy? You're with her tonight, right?" 

"Maybe we'll bring her along so she can suck on YOUR tits," he said with a wicked grin. Darius pulled her closer still and whispered hotly into her ear. "Think about it babe. Me in your pussy, Kyle in your mouth, and Christy sucking your nipples and rubbing your clit. Sound good?"

Jen stepped away, feeling unsteady in her high heels and her heart pounding. But she managed to stay composed on the surface. "We'll see," she said, a little less confidently this time, and walked away. Her pussy throbbed. She desperately wanted Darius again. Kyle was good, but he'd never been able to give her the same level of pleasure as Darius. Also, she'd made an emotional connection with Darius that she'd never made with Kyle. The fact Darius wanted her again elated her. 

The thought of Christy in bed with them didn't really appeal to her. She'd get spiteful satisfaction of having the busty brunette reduced to licking her clit as Darius's cock moved in and out of her pussy. But she knew that was mean. She really didn't know Christy at all; she might be a nice girl. Jen admitted to herself she was threatened by Christy, because she had it all: pretty face, great legs, and big breasts, and she was a decade younger. But that was her problem, not Christy's.

Jen felt edgy. She wanted something to take the edge off, and she knew what would do the trick. She'd resolved not to take any more drugs ... but she knew what to expect now and she could handle it better. And it made her feel so good. She'd seen Tyrone earlier -- he'd reserved the back bar -- and she made her way there.

Every head turned when Jen walked in. "Come here sexy," Tyrone beckoned to her as he looked her over lustfully. They embraced and Jen gave him a kiss hello. "Jenny, you're looking mighty fine tonight," Tyrone said admiringly, his big black hand caressing her back from her neck down to her tattoo, and then his hand continued to cup her ass through the silky material of her dress.

"You don't waste any time," Jen said with a brilliant smile. She didn't push his hand away, even when he began running his fingertips between her ass cheeks. "Do you have any of your magic powder?"

"I'm glad you know where to go to get the good shit," he said. He took a small gold cylinder out of his pocket. He unscrewed the cap and sprinkled some cocaine on his middle finger. "Taste this, sexy," he said, bringing his finger up to Jen's lips. 

Jen saw everyone watching and a lot of them chuckling. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. But if this was the ritual Tyrone wanted, she could stand it, after all she'd be gone as soon as she got a hit. She opened her full lips and Tyrone put his finger into her mouth. She licked the cocaine off his finger. It made her tongue tinkle, and she experienced a slight sense of euphoria. She licked his finger more to try to get all the cocaine, and Tyrone smiled. He said to her in a low voice so only she could hear, "Jenny, I bet you suck cock really good, don't you?"

"Maybe someday you'll find out," she whispered back with a husky voice. She'd never had sex with a black man before, but the idea intrigued her, and anyway she knew what she had to say to get him to share more of the cocaine with her.

Jen saw the animal lust in Tyrone's face. "You're not just cock teasing me, are you Jenny?" he asked, an edge in his voice. Smiling teasingly at him, she took the gold cylinder from his hands and sniffed the cocaine into her nose. She grabbed his muscular arm for support as the drug did its thing. She closed her eyes and arched her back as if in orgasm, her head rolling back, experiencing the wonderful feeling of euphoria flood through her body.

"That feels so fucking good," Jen sighed, finally opening her eyes. She put her arms around Tyrone's neck and kissed him open mouth, letting him thrust his tongue into her mouth, not stopping him as he caressed her back and ran his hands over her ass. She felt his hard on against her tummy. 

Finally Jen broke their embrace. She sultrily ran a finger down his chest, stopping only at his belt. "Thanks for the hit," she said almost dreamily.

"Some day soon you and me are gonna do the dance," he said. He said this with a friendly smile, but his eyes betrayed unbridled animal lust.

Jen smiled, batted her eyelashes at him, and then turned her back to him and walked back into the main bar.

John had managed to spy on Jen, and he couldn't believe his sister. It was like watching a different person. His cock throbbed. It was so hard it hurt. But he knew this wasn't the right time to approach her; he'd get his chance another day. He thought briefly about finding a prostitute, but he looked at his watch and realized he didn't have time even for a quickie. He decided to go home. He'd fuck Stacie, fantasizing it was really his wife's sister he was fucking.

Much later, Jen lay panting in bed, Darius and Kyle on either side of her. She felt aglow, basking in post-orgasmic bliss. Darius and Kyle had fucked her body repeatedly, taking turns with her pussy and her mouth. They'd given her so many orgasms she'd lost count, Kyle giving her pleasurable ones, and Darius giving her mind-blowing ones. She began thinking of Kyle as the appetizer and Darius the entrée and dessert, but of course she never said that (although she might whisper it into Darius ear later, she knew he'd love that).

One time they tried to double penetrate her. Anal wasn't her favorite, but once years ago she let Mike take her that way. But Darius and Kyle were both much bigger than Mike. The first time they tried, Kyle managed to push his cock head into her almost virgin ass, with Darius already balls deep in her pussy. But the pain was too much and they stopped after tears flowed down Jen's cheeks. Jen let them try again later, but again it hurt too much and they stopped.

Kyle pulled out his stash of coke (he'd bought it from Tyrone). Kyle and Darius each did two lines, but Jen only did one. It was late, and she didn't want more than a pleasant buzz after the more intense high she'd gotten earlier with Tyrone. As Jen arched her back in renewed euphoria, Kyle took her nipple into his mouth and Darius pushed his hard cock back into her pussy. Jen swallowed Kyle's cock – the two Stallions high fived over Jen's ass-to-mouth – and 15 minutes later Darius came in Jen's pussy as Kyle shot his load into her mouth. The threesome passed out for about an hour, their arms and legs tangled together.

Jen groggily awoke and looked at the clock. It was 6am. "I've got to get home," she said with a slur. She got out of bed and shimmied into her Chanel dress. She still wore the thigh high stockings and ankle strap Jimmy Choos. Even though her hair was messed up, her make up gone, her dress wrinkled, and she was exhausted, she still looked amazing and both Darius and Kyle felt their cocks getting hard again. 

"One more for the road, babe," Kyle said pulling her into his lap.

Darius had a mean streak, and that was another reason why he was getting hard again. He wanted Jen to be fucked up when she saw her husband, so he scooped a large lump of cocaine onto his finger and brought it to Jen's nose. "How about a little more magic pounder," he said, plugging Jen's nostril with his cocaine laced fingertip.

Jen tried to pull away – she was still high from the last hit – but Darius kept his finger to her nose and she couldn't help inhaling. As she felt the room spin, Kyle started pulling off her dress.

"Leave it on her," Darius commanded. "Let's fuck her wearing it." He got between Jen's legs and pushed her dress up until it was bunched around her waist. He fucked her for about 20 minutes, lasting longer because he had recently cum. Jen drifted in and out of consciousness due to all the cocaine. When Darius came, he pumped his spunk once into her pussy, and then he pulled out and pumped the last two times onto her new expensive dress.

Kyle pushed into Jen's pussy and was surprise at how loose she was. Even though he was almost as big as Darius he could barely feel anything. Not enjoying her pussy, he pulled out and then moved up to her face and rubbed his cockhead against the drugged up beauty's lips. Jen reflectively opened her mouth into an O, and Kyle pushed in. He fucked her face, thrusting in and out of her hot mouth. He held the back of her head with one hand, and with his other hand he stroked the part of his shaft not in the pretty blonde's mouth. Jen woke at the violation. She flailed her arms and gagged, but Kyle didn't stop. It turned him on to fuck Jen's pretty face this way, with her so messed up, and he came fast. He pulled out and, like Kyle, shot his jism on Jen's new dress. He rubbed his softening cock across her face, leaving a trail of cum, and Jen passed out again.

Darius and Kyle looked at the pass out girl. Her pretty face and new Chanel dress were covered with spunk. The dress was bunched around Jen's waist and her long shapely legs were spread wide. Her pussy gaped open, milky sperm flowing out of it and down her thigh to her stocking tops. Darius and Kyle high fived each other again, congratulating each other on how good they'd fucked the pretty girl. Both took pictures of her on their iPhones.

Darius put on jeans and a t-shirt. He carried the passed out Jen down the stairs to the street. He hailed a cab and put Jen in the back seat. He gave the driver Jen's address.

Darius saw the driver was a young pimple face Indian. The driver looked at Jen with unabashed excitement. Even in her current state she looked lovely. Her nipples were hard and dented her dress, and her skirt had risen high up her thighs when Darius had put her in the back seat, revealing a lot of her long stocking-clad legs. Darius gave the driver a "fuck her if you want" grin. The driver was practically salivating as he drove away.

Jen finally got home around mid-morning. Finally at some point her heels had come off, so she staggered in her stockinged feet to the door, her stockings laddered, holding the heels by their straps. She collapsed into Mike's arms when he opened the door. She vaguely remembered the taxi ride home. She remembered flashes, of the cab stopping in an alley, the driver opening her door and pulling her to the edge of the seat, pushing her skirt up, penetrating her. She struggled at first, but with the cocaine clouding her mind she could provide little resistance, so she stopped struggling and let him use her body.

Mike carried his wife into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. Clearly she'd taken cocaine again. It worried and angered him.

Her new Chanel dress was soiled with cum stains, some dried, some still wet. Also, the long elegant sleeves here partially ripped. He wondered if she'd ever be able to wear the expensive dress again. 

Jen opened her eyes. They looked glazed over but she recognized him. "Hi honey," she said with a slight smile, the words coming out slurred. "Don't be mad at me," she said seeing his face. She pressed her stockinged foot against his chest. "Where'd my heels go?"

Mike took his wife's foot in his hands. He loved her feet, they were so petite and slim and perfect. He traced his fingers along the stocking seam that ran across her manicured toes. He kissed her foot and smelled its wonderful sweetness. 

Jen pulled her skirt up. She did it clumsily, still messed up from the cocaine Darius had given her not too long ago, but she eventually had the skirt bunched around her waist. Jen took her husband's hand and moved it across her knee. "See what they did to me?" she asked with a vulnerable voice. Even in her fucked up state she knew what her husband wanted, knew how to cool his anger. She ran his hand across the laddering in her stockings at her knee, and opened her legs. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 03



Mike's eyes grew wide at the sight of his wife's well used pussy. The lips were red and swollen and they gaped open, her slim trimmed bush was matted with cum, there was dried cum around her pussy and down her bare thighs above her stocking tops, and milky cum oozed from between her lips.

She reached for him and he got between her legs. His hard cock easily slipped into her well used, loose pussy. As he slowly fucked her, Jen took her husband's head in her hands, looking searchingly into his eyes. "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"No," he said kissing her lips. He smelled the cum of other men on her face and in her hair, and it thrilled him. "But I wish you wouldn't use drugs."

"It's okay, I'm okay," she assured him, still slurring her words. Then wanting to change the subject, she said, "I was with both Darius and Kyle tonight." She saw the hurt in her husband's eyes when she mentioned Darius, and she ran her hand across his cheek. "I'm sorry, I can't resist him."

"Do you love him?"

Jen hesitated, but then though the cocaine haze (or maybe because of it) she had an insight. "I think you want me to love him, don't you?"

Mike grunted and came, adding his cum to that of three other men in his wife's pussy.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 04



Chapter 9

Jen woke the next day after Mike had left for work. She got out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had dried cum all over her body. She literally stank of cum. Her entire body ached, and both her pussy and mouth were sore. She took a long shower. Being with both Darius and Kyle had been amazing. It seemed for hours non-stop a big beautiful cock had been in her mouth or pussy (or both). Just thinking about it made her pussy tingle. But there were parts she wished she could wash away. Did the taxi driver really fuck her, and cum inside her? The degrading memory made her shiver with disgust and self-reproach. Once again she promised herself to stop taking drugs. 

Later that day she found a small clear packet in her purse. Inside was white powder. She knew what it was immediately. Kyle had given her some of the cocaine he'd bought from Tyrone. She went into the bathroom intending to flush it down the toilet, but at the last moment she stopped. She put the packet in the medicine cabinet behind the big aspirin bottle.

Wednesday morning she went to her dance class. It was an advanced class, and most of the girls were teenagers hoping to make dance a career. She was proud of herself that she could keep up with the much younger girls. She was working out regularly 4 or 5 times a week. She'd always been petite, and had never gained weight even after having the two kids, but now she was in the best shape of her life. Her arms and legs were toned, her tummy tight and flat and her ass firm. She looked better now than when she was 18, and of course it really paid off with all the attention she got from the Stallions.

The edginess began the day after the threesome with Darius and Kyle. It felt like a mixture of anxiety and emptiness. She found herself snapping at Maria and the kids for no reason. Thursday morning, Mike called and told her he'd be home late. Jen thought about it. She could take a little of the cocaine now, just a little to take the edge off, and by the time Mike got home it'll have worn off. Maria was here so she didn't have to worry about the kids. 

She went into the bathroom and took out the envelope. She poured a little of the white powder on the counter, and with a razor blade she formed it into a thin line. She used a straw from the kitchen to sniff the magic powder into her nose. 

As before, she immediately felt wonderful. Surprisingly, she also got extremely horny. Maybe it was because her body associated the cocaine with sex. She masturbated once, but that just made her longings greater. She was going out of her mind with horniness. She could wait for Mike to get home, but, well ... she knew he couldn't really satisfy these intense longings. And anyway, he was getting home late, and she didn't think she could back it until then.

She thought about it. It was just passed noon. Mike wouldn't be home until 9 probably, and Maria was here all day (she was a live in nanny). She called Darius's number. "Hi, it's me," she said when he answered. "Do you want to get together?"

She could almost hear him smile. "Come on over," Darius said.

She quickly showered, brushed out her hair, and put on make-up. She put on a halter-top, mini-skirt, thigh high stockings and high heels. She didn't put on a bra, so she knew her nipples would form dents in the silky material of the top, just like Darius liked it. The halter-top of course exposed her back, so her tattoo would be visible over the low-rise skirt. She wore lacy pink panties, but only because she knew Darius loved it when they rode up her back and the lace peeked over her skirt. The outfit was on the slutty side of respectable, but no one would see here, and anyway, she knew she wouldn't have her clothes on for long. Just before leaving her bedroom she took off her engagement and wedding rings and put them in her lingerie draw.

The kids were napping. She kissed them both. Downstairs, she lied and told Maria she was going to a late lunch with Tina and then some shopping, and she would be hope by dinner. She saw Maria's disapproval of her outfit. She blushed, avoiding Maria's critical eyes, and hurried out the door. 

She drove over to Darius's apartment as fast as she could. In his apartment, she resisted his attempts to immediately jump into bed. She wanted to tease him first, make him want her as much as she wanted him. Finally he got impatient and he threw her onto his bed. She was on her stomach, and he roughly pushed up her skirt, and then he tore her panties off. She loved it! She'd made him crazy with lust. 

He took out his cock and rammed it inside her. Even though she was soaking and he'd fucked her dozens of times by now, it still hurt because he was so gloriously long and thick. "Is this what you need?" he growled into her ear as he fucked her from behind.

"God Yes! Yes!" she screamed. 

They didn't last very long, and minutes later they lay panting next to each other, Jen's pussy tingling and full of Darius's cream. "God I needed that," Jen said as she labored to catch her breath. "God, Darius, you give me the best orgasms!"

Darius turned over on his side and stroked around Jen's breasts and down her flat stomach. Jen giggled and pulled away, her body still too sensitive to handle his caresses. 

Darius grinned. "So I fuck you good, huh babe? The best you've ever had?"

Jen didn't hesitate. "God yeah!" he gushed honestly.

Darius grinned, looking both pleased and smug. Jen noticed and for a moment thought of Mike, and felt guilty. Darius sensed the change in her mood and leaned into her to get things back the way he wanted, cupping her breast. 

"Don't start," Jen giggled. "I have to get home."

"Maybe this should be your home," Darius said seriously.

Jen's smile faded. "What?" she asked hesitantly.

"Move in with me, then I'll be able to fuck you all the time."

"Darius, what are you talking about?" Jen said gently. "I have two kids --"

"They can move in too," he said immediately. "Listen, I know this is a lot to throw at you. It's not all about sex you know. I've never felt this way with any other girl."

Jen huffed. "Is that why you put me in a cab the other night?"

Darius looked startled. "I would have driven you home, but I thought you didn't want to take the chance of your neighbors seeing me dropping you off." Then Darius narrowed his eyes and angrily said, "Why, did that taxi driver touch you?"

"No, nothing happened," Jen quickly said. She wasn't certain the driver had done anything, and was afraid of what Darius might do. She was still trying to process these emotions coming from Darius. She'd too felt an emotional connection, but until now she didn't realize he felt the same way. 

Thirty minutes later, Jen was in her car driving back home. She felt confused about Darius. She decided to put that out of her mind for now. At least she felt more confident with the cocaine. She knew how much she could use to take the edge off without losing control.

As Jen drove home, Darius took the CD out of the hidden camcorder. He wrote "Jen" and the date on the CD and added the CD to his collection. He liked fucking women who belonged to other men, and he secretly recorded them whenever he could. He was serious about Jen moving in. He'd love to have her tight body non-stop for a few months. 

He had more CDs of Jen than any other wife he'd fucked, because she was so fucking hot. He had a trust fund from his deceased parents so he didn't have to work, but he knew if he ever needed money he could sell these real-life candid movies of hot wives on the internet for a lot of money. 

Chapter 10 

Tina looked at her best friend nervously as the waiter placed their lunches before them. She didn't know how to bring it up, so she decided to jump directly into it. "Jen, I'm worried about you. I've seen you when we're out. You need to lay off the hard drugs."

Jen looked sharply at Tina. "I'm okay Tina, I can handle it." She felt edgy. She'd taken the last of Kyle's cocaine over a week before, and she felt empty and jittery.

"Jen, honey, I don't know," Tina persisted. "You have to be careful, you can get addicted on cocaine."

Jen scoffed. "Tina, come on, coke isn't like heroin, it's not addictive!" she snapped. "Tell the truth, you're giving me shit because you're hoping I'll stop partying with the Stallions and you'll have less competition."

Tina looked aghast, and tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm just trying to be a friend. But now I see what you really think about me. God, Jen, it's all about you, isn't it?" 

"Wait, I'm sorry!" Jen cried, as Tina ran away crying. But it was too late. Jen pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. God, what's wrong with me? he thought. I just need a hit, and I'll be okay. 

She called Kyle. He didn't have any left, but he gave her Tyrone's number, and told her how much a bag would cost. Jen gawked at the price, but she went to the ATM and withdrew the money. Then she called Tyrone. He seemed pleased to hear from her. He gave her his address, and she told him she'd be there in half an hour.

"Hi," Jen said as she entered Tyrone's apartment. His place overlooked Central Park and it was magnificent. She looked wide-eyed around his place. "Wow, this must have cost a fortune."

Tyrone shrugged, more interested in taking a good look at Jen. She wore her long blonde hair in a high pony tail and wore no makeup, not even lipstick. She wore a sleeveless tailored white blouse, slim capri pants, and ballet flats that tied around her ankles. Before now, whenever he'd seen her, she'd been dressed to impressed in slinky outfits that showed off just as much as it hid. Now though, she looked like a normal mom and wife. A very pretty mom and wife.

Jen felt his eyes on her and felt uneasy. "So, um, cannot I buy a bag?" She took the money out of her purse and offered it to him.

Tyrone ignored the money and instead took her left hand in his. He looked at her wedding and engagement rings. "So, Jenny, you're really married? That's what I heard, but the way you party and fuck around --"

"My husband and I have a special arrangement," she said interrupting him, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. She felt awkward talking to him. It was one thing flirting with him when she partied with the Stallions. Then, she could pretend to be someone else. But now, this was her real-life persona, the young wife with 2 kids and married to Mike. "So, um ... can I buy some from you?"

"I can set you up, sure," Tyrone said, and his smile turned wicked. "But it's not money I want. Not from you."

Jen sighed inwardly. She'd expected it might come to this, and she was prepared for it. "Okay, but I only have an hour, my husband will be home soon."

"You make it sound like work," Tyrone said still grinning.

"No, I mean -- " Jen stammered.

"Besides, I thought you said your husband is understanding."

"He is, it's just --"

Tyrone laughed. "That's okay, Jenny, I get it. He's understanding to a point, but not in the middle of the day."

"Right," Jen said sheepishly, embarrassed.

"You seem edgy Jenny. When was your last hit?"

Is it that obvious? Jen thought. "Um ... about a week ago," she told him.

Tyrone nodded understandingly. "Maybe you might enjoy this more if you had a hit before we started. How does that sound? A freebie on me."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Jen said with growing excitement.

Tyrone led Jen into his bed room. On a table, he formed a long line of coke and handed Jen a straw. Jen inhaled the magic dust and she arched her back and rolled her head back as the euphoria and feeling of well-being overtook her. Tyrone watched her. She was a pretty girl, very pretty. And her body was amazing. 

She finally opened her eyes and the awkwardness was gone. "Do you want me to let my hair out?" she asked, her hands moving to her hair.

Tyrone stopped her with a gentle touch. "No, you're fine. You're more sexy this way." He laid her on the bed and they kissed, and he fondled her. He slowly undressed her and himself. Tyrone noticed she wore a plain white cotton bra and panties, although the cups of the bra were fringed with lace. He reached behind her and expertly unsnapped her bra, pulling it off of her. She raised her hips as he pulled down her panties. He rose up on his elbow and admired her. She had an incredible body. Slim and toned, her breasts small but perky, long shapely legs, pretty petite feet, her skin smooth and airbrushed perfect. "You have a fantastic body," he admired, his fingers caressing her firm taut stomach. 

He got on top of her and paused. "Do I need to wear a condom?" he asked.

"Um ..."

"Don't worry, I'm clean."

"Oh, ah, okay, then you don't have to."

Jen saw Tyrone smile and felt him rub his cockhead between her pussy lips. She was moist. She'd never been fucked by a black man before (although she came close once in college before she met Mike). Tyrone's kissing and fondling had excited her, and now what she'd originally considered a chore she looked forward to. Tyrone pushed in with little effort. He wasn't that big, just a little bigger than Mike. His smallish size surprised her, because he was a big man (tall and muscular), and his cock seemed small compared to the rest of his body, and then of course there was the stereotype about black men that he didn't seem to meet.

But still it was exciting, a black cock inside her for the first time. He moved in and out of her, slow and steady. They kissed as they fucked. Although he lacked in size, he was good with technique. He moved and rotated his hips so his veiny shaft rubbed against her clit as it moved in and out. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm, and she knew if he could keep this up for a few more minutes she'd cum.

But she felt his cock pulse inside her and she knew he was close. He confirmed it when he said, "I think I'm gonna cum. Have you cum yet?"

She shook her head no. "I'm close."

"I'll try to hold off," he said. "I want to make you cum."

"Okay," Jen said, moving with him now more urgently, trying to reach orgasm before he came. "Can you -- can you play with my nipples?"

Tyrone immediately rubbed one of Jen's nipples between his finger and thumb, and she immediately moaned. "Your nipples are really sensitive, aren't they?"

"Yeah," Jen moaned, her eyes closed as she concentrated on cumming.

While still rubbing one nipple, Tyrone leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth. "Yeah, that's good," Jen moaned, "Just like that ... yeah ... yeah."

Tyrone had a good touch, and he kept stroking her, long and steady, sucking her nipple, rubbing her other nipple.

"Yeah, yeah, god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Jen groaned, arching her back. Feeling the pretty blonde spasm on his cock, Tyrone let himself cum too, the black man and the white girl locked in an orgasmic dance as they rubbed their sexes together, pushing hard against each other, moaning into each other's mouths, Tyrone's hot sperm shooting into Jen's married pussy.

They lay panting, their faces so close they could feel each other's breathe on their faces. "Was that good for you?" Tyrone asked.

"Yeah," Jen said honestly. It wasn't the best orgasm she'd ever had. Not like the ones Darius gave her, certainly. But it was nice. "You too?"

"It was fantastic!" Tyrone gushed. "Jenny, you're fucking hot! Give me a minute, and I'll be up for round 2!"

Jen giggled at his pun, then smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but I really have to go." She untangled herself from him and quickly dressed. Tyrone handed her a bag of cocaine and she put it into her purse. "Thanks." She kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks," she said again.

The next morning Jen began feeling jittery again. She snorted a line of cocaine and the world got a lot better. She got into the routine of snorting a line of coke every morning. Sometimes the coke wore off before the next morning, but she wouldn't allow herself to take more than once a day. She worried about her use of the drug, but she rationalized that many people regularly took pills to calm their nerves, and this was really no different.

She got intensely horny whenever she took cocaine, but she wanted to keep to her promise to Mike only to see the Stallions every other weekend. To help ease her longings, she bought a dildo that was about the same size as Darius (it kind of looked like his penis too). In the morning, after taking the cocaine, she'd spread out on her bed nude, and slowly rub her clit until her pussy was wet. Then she'd push the dildo into her. With one hand she'd rock the dildo in and out, and with the other she'd rub her nipple. As she fucked herself she'd close her eyes and think of Darius. Sometimes she'd fantasize about Kyle or another Stallion -- one time she even fantasized it was Christy fucking her with a strap-on cock -- but usually it was Darius she fantasized about. Often she'd say his name as her orgasm got closer. Finally her orgasm would hit and she'd arch her back off the bed, driving the dildo deep and hard into her pussy, rubbing her nipple hard.

Sometimes she'd do it again in the afternoon, sometimes even a third time. It depended how horny the cocaine made her. 

She made love to Mike too, of course. But her relationship with him had changed. 

She often thought of Darius's offer to leave Mike and move in with him. But she knew he wasn't the kind of man you married. She had her two kids to think about, and she still loved Mike, although her love for her husband was becoming (at least for her) more platonic. She gave him sex whenever he wanted, but he didn't excite her like he used to.

Whenever she took cocaine she felt a little unsteady on her feet. It didn't affect normal movements, but it made it hard to follow the complicated routines of her dance class. So whenever she took cocaine she didn't go to her dance class. Sometimes she rescheduled her class from the morning to the afternoon, but still, her workouts decreased from almost every day to just once or twice a week, and often some weeks she didn't go at all.

About two months after getting the packet of cocaine from Tyrone, Jen woke up after Mike had left for work. They'd made love the previous evening, and she'd slept in the nude after. She could hear Maria downstairs feeding the kids breakfast. She looked at herself in the mirror. She'd gained a little weight, around the stomach mostly. Her stomach wasn't as flat as it had been just a month ago, it had a soft roundness. She stepped on the scale and was alarmed to see she'd gained almost 4 pounds; that was a lot on her petite frame. She immediately resolved to go to dance class more often, and to eat more salads instead of the PB&J sandwiches, mac and cheese, and spaghetti and meatballs that Maria often cooked for the kids. She loved the attention her firm tight body got from Darius, Kyle and the other Stallions like Tyrone. Luckily she had good genes, but she knew it took work to keep her looks at her age.

She opened the medicine cabinet and fished around for the little packet. Only a little of the cocaine remained. She made a line and snorted it, and then waited for the wonderful effect the magic powder had on her body. As euphoria cascaded through her body, so did the feeling of horniness. She gasped; the lust she felt was really strong today. She crawled back onto the bed. She reached into her night table and pulled out the dildo, and she was so horny she actually licked it like a cock for a few moments. She was feeling so horny she knew she'd need to fuck herself at least twice today, maybe even three times. Maybe she'd go to her dance class tomorrow.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 05



Chapter 11

It surprised Jen when a bunch of Stallions walked into the restaurant where she and Mike were having dinner. Her heart leaped when she saw Darius. Mike recognized the men as well, and he noticed the expression on his wife's face at seeing Darius. Jen saw that Mike noticed, and she blushed feeling both embarrassed and guilty. An awkwardness between the married couple followed as many of the Stallions said "hi" to Jen on their way to the back bar, which apparently they'd reserved for the evening.

"Why don't you go say hi to your friends?" Mike finally said, breaking the uneasy silence. Jen said no at first, but Mike could tell she wanted to. Finally at his insistence she got up to join her friends. "I'll just be a minute," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

But Mike suspected it would be more than just a minute. He finished his drink and thought about leaving when he saw Tina enter the restaurant. She saw him and walked over.

"Hi, Mike," she said clearly surprised. She looked towards the back bar. "What are you doing here?"

"Just having dinner. I guess this must be a happening place if the Stallions hang out here." He followed Tina's gaze to the back bar. "Jen's back there, saying hi." They both looked back towards the back bar, and could see Jen laughing and surrounded by more than a few handsome men (including Darius and Kyle). Only Christie was receiving as much attention, the other girls (even though beautiful and sexy) on the fringes of the group.

"Don't let me hold you up," Mike said gesturing towards the back bar.

Tina shrugged like she wasn't in any rush to join the group, and in a moment of understanding Mike realized that Tina would be in the fringe group too. Tina glanced back at Mike and she realized that he understood the pecking order of his wife being so much preferred by the Stallions over her. Resentment and anger flared in her eyes. "You know she's getting into bad shit don't you? Hard drugs like cocaine."

Mike had suspected as much, but Tina's confirmation made him feel worst, not better, and he looked away. Seeing that, Tina scoffed. "So you're not going to do anything about it? You're so into this fantasy of yours that you're going to sit there while your wife gets fucked up on drugs." Tina's harsh words were laced with contempt. She was angry at the world, and Mike was an easy target. "Do you know that Darius asked Jen to move in with him?" Tina saw the surprise in Mike's face. "You didn't know, did you?"

Mike felt numb. No, Jen hadn't told him that. As if forgetting Tina was there, he got up and walked towards the back bar, intending to take Jen home. The bartender had put up a private screen between the back bar and restaurant, but he could still see inside through gaps between the curtains. 

Jen remained the center of attention, laughing and flirting with a lot of the Stallions, although Darius seemed to have his arm around her the entire time. They seemed to be an item again as they held and touched one another while partying with the group. Mike noticed how happy Jen looked. It reminded him of when they met back in college. Jen was one of the prettiest girls on campus, and always incredibly popular. While not arrogant or anything like that, Mike knew she loved all the attention she got, it was a big part of her self-esteem. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so into this fantasy, it was a way of making her happy. But things were getting out of control. He felt heartsick. And yet, his cock was rock hard. He didn't know what to do.

Mike's conflicting thoughts were interrupted by the feel of a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked over and saw the muscular bouncer. 

"This is a private party sir, you'll have to step away," the bouncer commanded.

Mike did as the bouncer commanded, turning back towards his table. He put money on the table and asked Tina, "Could you tell Jen I'll meet her at home?"

He walked out to his car. As he opened the door he heard the click-click of high heels on the pavement. His heart leaped thinking it was his wife, but then he saw it was Tina. 

"Mike -- wait," Tina said as she caught her breath. "I just want to say -- I'm sorry for what I said in there. I think you're a great guy, I wish I had a husband like you." Tina leaned into Mike, pressing her big tits against his chest. She pulled his hands to her thighs, making sure he could feel the bumps of her garter belt, and pressed even closer, her groin rubbing against his crotch. "Take me home with you," she breathed into his ear.

Mike hesitated, his cock even harder now. He'd always had a thing for his wife's best friend, and more than once he'd fantasized about fucking her. But then he pulled away from Tina. "I'm sorry Tina, I can't," he said.

It took a moment for Tina to register Mike's rejection. Here was a man who couldn't satisfy his own wife. His wife preferred to fuck other men over him. By anyone's definition he was a cuckold. Yet, here she was throwing herself at him, and he was rejecting her. She'd never felt so low. "I hate you!" she cried, tears rolling down her face. "You and your slutty wife, you deserve it other!" 

"Tina, wait!" Mike cried, but it was too late, she'd already run away. "Damn!" he thought. He liked Tina, and didn't want to hurt her. 

A few hours later Mike sat in the family room. He heard a car drive up, and then two people at the door. The couple lingered there -- he could hear voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying -- and then the door opened and Jen walked in. She approached until she stood in front of him.

Her clothes looked disheveled, and her face flushed. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to say something. "Was that Darius, did he drop you off?" Mike asked, finally breaking the silence. Seeing Jen nod, Mike asked, "Did he kiss you good night? Were you just making out with him?"

"What do you want Mike?" Jen asked. "You're the one who left me at the bar. So what do you want?"

"I want the truth."

"I always tell you the truth."

"No you don't," Mike said shaking his head. Then he quickly raised his hands conciliatorily as he saw his wife about to protest. "I'm not saying you lie to me. But you don't always tell me everything. That's what I want tonight, the whole truth."

"Alright Mike," Jen said, sitting down in the chair across from him and crossing her long legs. She crossed her arms across her chest; the look on her face was part inquisitive, part challenging. "What do you want to know?" 

Mike gathered himself. Despite his churning emotions, he remained enthralled by her beauty, especially sitting that way, crossed-legged in her short skirt, stockings and high heels. "Were you with Darius tonight?"

"Yes. You left. Darius offered to drive me home."

"It's been hours."

"We stopped at his place." Long moments passed as Mike processed his wife's simple, yet not simple, statement. Finally Jen added, "You left me there, Mike. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Mike looked away, his heart pounding, his emotions churning, his cock rock hard. "And just now -- you were kissing him?"

"Yes," she answered defiantly without any sign of regret.

"You don't care if our neighbors see you kissing another man?"

Jen smiled slightly, but it was without humor, more of a challenge. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Again Mike looked away. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His cock felt ready to explode. "Do you love him?"

Jen signed impatiently. "You keep asking me that."

"Do you?" Mike insisted.

She took a deep breath, again showing some impatience. "I don't know Mike. I feel something for him. Maybe it's love, I'm not sure." She paused, seeing the hurt and worry in her husband's face. She added in a softer voice, "It's not the same thing I feel for you."

Mike wasn't sure if that was a good thing, considering how passionate her relationship with Darius had become. Jen seemed to read her husband's thoughts. She got up and walked over to him, straddling his lap. She reached between their bodies and cupped his hard-on. "Don't you want to hear about tonight?"

"Yeah," he answered throatily, putting his hands on her thighs. Through the thin material of her skirt he could feel the heavy lace of her stocking stops. 

Jen reached down and pulled up her skirt until it gathered around her waist. "Darius loves my legs," she breathed hotly into her husband's ear. She guided her husband's hands over her thighs, from her knees, over the stock tops, to her soft firm flesh above. "He touches me like this."

"What happened to your panties?" Mike asked as he cupped his wife's naked ass.

Jen paused, thinking. "I'm not sure," she finally said with a giggle. "They must be in his apartment somewhere."

"Is he the best lover you've ever had?" Mike asked, his question coming out like a moan.

"Are we still telling the whole truth?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Then yes, he's the best lover I've ever had. Better than Kyle. Better than you."

Mike groaned and Jen felt his cock jerk even through his pants. "You like hearing that, don't you?" she asked with a sly grin.

Mike nodded. "It makes me jealous, but yeah, it excites me."

She unzipped him and pulled out his hard penis. "Do you want me to tell you something that will really drive you wild?" she asked, flicking her tongue in his ear.

"God yeah," Mike panted as his wife softly stroked him.

She looked into her husband's eyes. "I'm thinking about getting a boob job." 

Mike frowned, processing what his wife just said. "You're doing it for him?" he finally said.

"For me too."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is that the whole truth?"

Jen hesitated. "Okay, then -- mostly for him. But I want it too."

"And you don't care that I like you just as you are?" Mike said bitterly, feeling hurt and angry. This was too much. "You don't care what I want?"

"I know what you want Mike," she answered dismissively. Despite his show of anger, he was still hard and lust was in his eyes. She stroked his cheek conciliatorily. "Don't worry Mike, you'll love it." She smiled knowingly at him. "You like my small breasts because they make me look so young, like a teenager." She giggled playfully. "Come on, admit it, you pervert!"

"That's not the only reason," he said, but he couldn't help smile. 

"Yeah right," she said still smiling. She pressed her cheek against his and whispered into his ear, "I can be as young as you want me Mike. I'll wear that short pleated skirt you bought me, remember? And knee socks. I'll wear saddle shoes too, and a pink ribbon in my hair, and pink lipstick. I'll be your sweet teenage wife. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Mike moaned.

"And then, what would happen?" she asked as she softly stroke him. "Would you fuck me? Or would you want to watch Darius fuck me?"

Mike didn't say anything, but his panting and rock hard cock made his answer clear. Jen smiled. "I think I know," she whispered huskily. "You'd like to see Darius on top of me. With my legs on his shoulders. My knee socks rubbing against his chest as he moved in and out of me. Is that what you'd like to see? Darius fucking your sweet wife?"

"Oh god Jeeeen ..." Mike groaned.

Jen unbuttoned her blouse and guided Mike's hands to her bra-covered tits. "I'd be wearing a bra. A sweet teenager's bra, white cotton, with little pink roses, and lace along the edges. Darius would reach behind me and unsnapped it. Yeah, like that," she purred as Mike pretended to be Darius. "Then he'd reach under the bra and cup my breasts. Yeah, like that, and rub my nipples -- yeah. And he'd be amazed that such a young girl could have such big perfect breasts. They'd fill up his big strong hands."

"And he'd be so hard," Jen continued. She reached down and wrapped her hand around her husband's penis again. "Just like yours. But his is sooooo much bigger. And he'd take his big cock, and he'd fuck my big breasts. He can't do that now with my small tits, but he'd be able to do that then, and he'd love it, it'd drive him crazy."

"Would you let me fuck your new breasts?" Mike panted, on the edge of an orgasm.

Jen smiled slyly. She knew exactly what would drive her husband crazy. "Honestly? I think you're too small to really like it. But you can try if you want." 

"Ugh god!" Mike groaned as he came in his wife's hand. 



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 06



Chapter 12

"I want to be bigger, but I don't want to lose any sensitivity," Jen explained to Stacie, her younger sister.

Stacie nodded thoughtfully, thinking back to something she read while in nursing school. "I think that's possible. But you won't be able to go too big."

"How big do you think I can go?"

Stacie shrugged. "What are you now, around 32A or B? I don't know. Maybe 36B."

"I guess that would be okay," Jen said, feeling a little disappointed. She'd hoped it would be at least 36C. "You know a good doctor? I want someone really good."

"Well, it's not like boob doctors hang out in the emergency room, but I've heard of one doctor who's supposed to be really good. Movie stars and models go to him. He's expensive though. I'll text you his number."

"Whose number?" John said walking in the room and eyeing Jen. Even as he kissed his wife Stacie on the cheek, he kept his eyes on Jen. Jen noticed and, like always, felt uncomfortable around him.

"A doctor," Stacie said. "Jen's getting a boob job."

"Stacie!" Jen said mortified.

"It's not like you'll be able to keep it a secret once it's done," Stacie said laughing.

"I want to still look natural," Jen said, embarrassed to talk about this in front of John.

"You'll need to buy a new wardrobe," John interjected.

Stacie scoffed. "No she won't," she said, motioning at Jen's loose blouse. "It won't be that big a change."

John thought back to when he saw Jen in the bar wearing the slinky black dress. He grinned lecherously. "Loose blouses aren't the only things Jen wears. Right Jen?"

"Uh, yeah, right," Jen replied, unsure what John was talking about, and not liking how he looked at her. "I guess I better get home."

"Okay," Stacie said. Just then her phone rang. "Oh, I've got to take this. See you later sis," she said hurriedly, giving her sister a quick hung and walking to the living room.

Jen got up and John stepped in front of her to give her a hug goodbye. But instead of a quick hug, John held her close, pressing his body against hers, and sensually caressing her back. "I can't wait to see you with your new tits," he said.

"Uh, thanks," Jen said, trying to be polite but surprised at how crude he was being.

John traced his fingers along his sister's bra strap. "You'll need to buy new bras. Unless of course you go braless. You often go braless, don't you?"

Jen pushed him away. "That's none of your business!" she hissed.

John gave her a smug look. "Maybe someday soon it WILL be my business."

Jen slapped him across the face. "Go to hell!" she growled, and then left. 

As she drove home, it was all she could do to stay on the road, she was so upset. She couldn't believe how big a jerk John was. He and Stacie were practically still newlyweds, and they were trying to have a baby, and here he was blatantly hitting on her. She was so upset her hands were shaking on the steering wheel. Should she tell Stacie? But Stacie loved John so much, it would devastate her. This was normally something she'd talk to Tina about, but they weren't really on speaking terms right now.

She decided to do a line once she got home. It would make her feel better and then she'd be able to think. Maybe she'd do two lines. 

A few days later, Jen called Tyrone. "Hi, it's Jen. I mean, Jenny. Can I come over? 1 o'clock? Okay, see you then."

She jumped into the shower and then did her hair. Doing her makeup, it bothered her to see some tiny wrinkles around her eyes. She assured herself they'd go away with more sleep, and resolved to go to bed early that evening. For now, she applied a little heavier makeup to hide the wrinkles.

She put on a bra and matching thong panties, and then rolled thigh high stockings up her legs. She pulled on a tight mini-skirt, and was disturbed to find it tight when she tried to zip it up. Holding her breath, she managed to zip it up. Looking in the full-length mirror, she liked the way the skirt showed off her legs, but it alarmed her to see the beginnings of a soft roll in her tummy over the top of the low-rise skirt. She knew she'd gained weight. The cocaine gave her the munchies, and she hardly ever went to her dance class anymore. She shrugged, trying to assure herself it wasn't too noticeable. She slid into a top that showed more than a little cleavage. The top ended just above her skirt; looking behind her shoulder into the mirror, she was happy to see that her tattoo was mostly visible above the low rise skirt. She slipped into 4 inch Jimmy Choos, and then put on a coat that ended close to her knees; she didn't want her neighbors to see her wearing this outfit, especially not in the middle of the day.

She drove to Central Park where Tyrone lived. She parked and left the coat in the car, knowing it was unlikely she'd see anyone here. She walked the short distanced to his building. She noticed the many looks from men as she walked by, and a couple whistled at her. She ignored them, but it reassured her making her feel sexy. Still, she found herself self-consciously tugging at the front of her blouse to hide the softness of her tummy.

Jen chatted briefly with the bellman (Johnny) when she got to Tyrone's building. Johnny always hungrily looked her up and down, especially when she wore a short skirt and high heels like today. But he always treated her respectfully, afraid of what Tyrone might do if he didn't. He assumed Jen was a high priced call girl (although he wondered why she always wore a wedding ring). He'd be willing to pay for a night (or even an hour) with the lovely sexy girl. But he assumed she was too expensive for him, and anyway it wasn't a smart idea to cross a drug dealer like Tyrone. It was a well-known secret that Tyrone was a big drug dealer not just in New York City but the entire east coast. 

Jen got in the elevator and rode up the 50 floors to Tyrone's penthouse. She'd done this half a dozen times now, and it surprised her how she wasn't really nervous anymore. A lot of the Stallions bought drugs from Tyrone. She did too, but her money wasn't good with him. From her he wanted sex. She'd convinced herself the situation wasn't terrible. Tyrone was good looking and he never lasted long. At most their sex was 30 minutes, usually less. He wasn't very big (not much bigger than Mike), but he had a good technique so sometimes she came with him. One thing he insisted on was to fuck her without a condom, but that was okay because she was on the pill, and she trusted him when he said he was clean.

Importantly, he was discreet and didn't tell anyone about their arrangement. She suspected her popularity among the Stallions would suffer if they knew how much drugs she used, and that she used sex to pay for it. She wondered if Tyrone had the same arrangement with other pretty girls who partied with the Stallions, like Christy. She half hoped Christy was taking drugs too. But then, Jen couldn't remember Christy ever using anything stronger than marijuana.

Tyrone welcomed Jen into his penthouse with a big grin. It surprised her to see two other people there – a nervous looking middle aged man and a teenaged boy. Tyrone led Jen into the study and closed the door, leaving the other two in the living room.

"Jenny, I've got something different for you today," he said. "That's Bob and his son Jeffrey. I have a business relationship with Bob. I'd like you to take care of them."

"What?" Jen said, not understanding. 

"Look, this isn't complicated," Tyrone said irritably. "I want you to fuck them." Seeing the dismay in the pretty blonde's face, he smiled and softened his tone. "You've seen them. They're harmless. How hard can it be? Besides, I'm paying you a bonus." He opened the drawer and pulled out not one, but two bags of cocaine. 

"Both of them?" Jen asked dumbly, still coming to grips with what Tyrone was asking.

Tyrone laughed. "Don't tell me you haven't done two guys before."

Jen blushed, flashing back to that time with Darius and Kyle. Then she said, "Jeffrey looks so young."

"He's legal, if that's what you're worried about. That's what this is all about. Today's Jeffrey's 18th birthday, and his father wants to show him a good time."

"But ... the father too?"

Tyrone shook his head impatiently. "Look Jenny, this isn't a church, and you're no nun." He held up the two bags. "Do you want this or not?"

Jen paused, unsure. She didn't like Tyrone's abrasive attitude, she'd never seen that side of him before. But two bags of coke would keep her going for a long time. And she had come to his apartment prepared to have sex ... why did it matter if it was with Tyrone or this father and son? 

"Um ... can I have a hit before?" she asked a little shyly.

Tyrone smiled knowingly. "Sure, whatever," he said motioning to the table. On it stood a glass jar filled with white powder. "Over there, help yourself."

Jen did three lines, and then went back with Tyrone to the living room, where Bob and Jeffrey waited excitedly. Bob was tall and thin, mostly bald, with an ordinary face pockmarked from acne, and wore a 3 piece suit. He reminded Jen of a librarian. (Tyrone hadn't told Jen that Bob was a college professor at a local college, and he was setting up a drug network with his students, including Jeffrey.) Jeffrey also was thin and almost as tall as his father. He had thin brown hair and a pimply face. 

Jen wasn't attracted to either father or son. But they both were clearly interested in her, practically panting as they looked her up and down. At Tyrone's direction, she followed the father and son into Tyrone's guest bedroom. Jen was relieved when Tyrone didn't follow, she didn't want an audience.

Inside the bedroom, Bob nervously asked Jen to undress. She took off her blouse and skirt, and then her bra and panties. Bob and Jeffrey gawked when they saw Jen's body. Despite her own concerns about gaining weight, she was still smoking hot, especially wearing thigh highs and high heels. Then followed an awkward silence, with father and son seeming more nervous than Jen. Part of Jen wished they'd be aggressive and just take her, as then it would be over. But she was beginning to appreciate that it was going to take some effort on her part to get through this situation.

Since it was Jeffrey's birthday, she started with him. She laid him on the bed and straddled his chest. She brought his hands up to her small breasts. "You can touch me," she whispered. As Jeffrey cupped and fondled her perky tits, Jen unbuttoned his shirt, then softly ran her manicured nails across his hairless chest. He was breathing so hard Jen thought he was going to have a heart attack. She looked over and saw that Bob was breathing just as hard.

Jen slid down Jeffrey's body. His hard-on formed a tent in his pants. She unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and pulled his pants down his legs. Jeffrey seemed shy, but Jen wanted this over, so she gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled it down his legs. 

A part of her noted that the 18 year old had a nice size cock. But it didn't excite her, she just wanted this over. She reached into her purse for a condom, then straddled him again. With one hand she took hold of his shaft. She pressed the condom against his cockhead, preparing to roll the sheath on him. But as soon as she touched his penis, he grunted and his body lurched, and he came on her hand.

Jen inwardly sighed. But she hid her impatience, and forced a smile. "That's okay. We'll try again in a little bit." 

Jen went into the bathroom and washed Jeffrey's cum off her hand. By the time she returned, Bob had taken off his clothes and changed places with Jeffrey on the bed. Jen was hopeful Bob would just take her, but he seemed just as uncertain and shy as his son. As with Jeffrey, Jen guided Bob's hands to her breasts, and Bob eagerly cupped and fondled her, and then he moved one hand down her side and he squeezed and fondled her ass. Growing impatient, Jen forced a smile and whispered in a feigned sultry voice, "what's your favorite position?"

Bob's face went red and he nervously giggled like a schoolboy. "Doggy," he said with reddened embarrassed cheeks.

Jen got another condom from her purse and managed to get it on without him cumming. Then she crawled on the bed next to him, on her hands and knees. She looked back at Bob, giving him an inviting smile. Bob excitedly got behind her and Jen expected to feel his rubber-covered penis pushing against her pussy lips, but for long moments nothing happened. She finally looked back. He was gazing at her behind, seeming in awe of her sexy ass. She reached back and pulled him closer. "I'm ready Bob, I want you," she urged him, trying to keep her irritation and impatience from her voice. As if breaking out of a trace, Bob moved closer to Jen and pointed his cock between her pussy lips. He pushed forward, but just as his cockhead parted her pussy lips, he grunted and came into the rubber. "Damn," Jen thought to herself.

A few hours later, Jen sat in the shower in her home. She hugged her knees to her chest, and tears flowed down her cheeks as the hot water beat down on her. She wondered where her life was going. Was she a prostitute now? Before, when it was just Tyrone, she could convince herself that she was just having sex with another Stallion, and the bags of cocaine were gifts from him. But now, after being paid by Tyrone to do Bob and Jeffrey?

She finally got out of the shower. As she dried herself she looked at her phone. Darius had texted her three times, to make sure she was coming tonight. Tonight was the night she usually partied with the Stallions, but she didn't know if she was up to it. She put on a big fluffy robe, thinking she might just stay home with Mike and the kids tonight. But she was a mess, and whenever she was in an emotional bad state the cravings began. 

She'd hidden the cocaine in a shoe box deep in her closet. She took out one of the bags, filled up a small metal vial, then hid the bag again. In the bathroom, she poured some coke from the vial and used a razer blade to form three thin lines. She inhaled the lines and immediately felt better.

She was just leaving the bathroom when Mike walked into their bedroom, just having gotten home from work. He hugged her and kissed her on the lips. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said back. 

"You're getting ready to go out?" Mike asked.

Jen wasn't sure. She was feeling better after taking the cocaine and had been hoping for a few more quiet moments to herself, but now she was going to have to decide whether to go out or stay home. Before she could decide either way, Mike undid her robe and opened it, and gazed at her body. She wondered if he was going to say something about the weight she'd gained, but instead she noticed his eyes were locked on her breasts.

"What are you doing?" she asked, but he didn't answer. Then she realized what he was doing. "You're looking at my breasts, aren't you? So you can remember how they look now, before I make them bigger." 

Mike continued to not say anything, but she could tell he was breathing harder. She looked down and saw he was hard. It flashed through her mind that the skinny, pimple faced 18 year old Jeffrey had a bigger cock than her husband. Something snapped inside. She felt an irrational anger at her husband. If he didn't have perverted fantasies, if he could satisfy her sexually, then she wouldn't need to get satisfaction from other men, she wouldn't be taking drugs, she never would've met Tyrone or Bob or Jeffrey. Even as her anger boiled she knew it was unfair, it was her fault at least as much as Mike's, but she couldn't help feeling what she felt.

She abruptly closed her robe. "Yes, I'm getting ready to go out."

"Do you mind if I watch?"

Jen inwardly sighed. She him to leave. But she knew this was the quid pro quo. "Okay," she agreed, trying to keep the irritation from her voice.

An hour later she was ready. She wore a short black dress, black stockings and heels. Her long blonde hair was brushed to a luster. As before, she wore her makeup a little heavier than usual. She looked incredible, and Mike was breathing hard after watching her get ready for her lover. She walked up to him. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stood so her legs almost touched his knees. 

She knew the effect she had on him. She knew he was rock hard and would probably cum if she touched his penis. She stood in front of him, not saying anything, just looking into his eyes, waiting for him to throw her on the bed and fuck her, waiting for him to command her to stay home, to forbid her from getting a boob job, to order her to stop fucking other men. But he didn't do any of those things. Instead, he sat on the bed, panting like a dog in heat, his eyes hungrily roving over her body, his quivering fingertips drawing circles on her legs behind her knees. 

She'd had enough. She said dismissively, "I'll see you later." He moved like he wanted to kiss her goodbye, but she wasn't going to give him that, stepping away. She walked towards their bedroom door but then remembered she still had her wedding rings on. Darius didn't like seeing them on her. She took them off and put them on her dresser. She glanced back and saw the look on her husband's face. Mostly excitement and lust, but also hurt. At that moment, she didn't care if she hurt him; he'd had his chance.

In the cab riding to the city, Jen wondered what she would've done if Mike had tried to forbid her from seeing Darius again. She still loved her husband. But her feelings for him had changed over these last months. Had it really been just a few months? Back then, before all this, her entire life had been centered around Mike and their kids. He had been everything to her, her life mate and lover. Now? Well, she still adored her kids of course. And she still had feelings for Mike. But she thought of Darius as her lover now, not Mike. And doubts had been creeping into her mind about whether Mike was truly her life mate. She thought again about how Darius wanted her to move in with him. But could that possibly work? Darius was a decade younger. Then her reverie was broken as they arrived at the club.

"God you look fucking hot," Darius gushed as soon as he saw Jen, pulling her onto his lap. He kissed her and she opened her lips to welcome his tongue into her mouth. There were some rowdy shouts of "get a room!" but they ignored them. Darius reached down and pulled up Jen's skirt, revealing her lacy stocking tops and garter belt. "Did you wear this for me?" he asked.

"You know I did," Jen practically purred. She glanced around the table and saw that, for the moment, no one was looking at them. She pulled Darius's hand up to her bosom. Covering his hand with hers she guided him to cup one of her breasts. "Pretty soon I'll be doing something here for you too."

"Really?" he said, surprised and excited. He preferred his girls natural, and actually liked her tiny tits. They were small but perky and perfectly shaped. But it excited him she would do this for him. This wasn't like the stockings and garter belt she wore for him. This was a permanent change to her body, just like the tattoo he'd gotten inked on her back, and she was doing it for him. What made it even better was he knew that her husband Mike preferred petite small breasted girls. "When are you getting it done?" he asked excitedly.

"Calm down cowboy," she said with a giggle, delighted Darius was so excited. "I'm seeing someone this week."

Darius gave her a playful, leering look. "So how big are you going babe?"

Jen giggled again, happy at how excited he was about this. "God, all men are the same," she said laughing. Seeing the expectant look on his face, she said, "I don't know -- maybe 36C." Seeing the disappointment on Darius's face, she added, "I can't go too big, or it won't look natural."




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 06



Darius didn't care if she looked natural or not. In fact, the thought of getting the pretty blonde to go so large that everyone would know she had fake tits turned him on. "Don't worry about that, you'll look fantastic no matter what," he said in his most sincere voice. "But you've got to go bigger than that, at least 38D." Knowing it would eat at her, he added, "Shit, even then you'll still be way smaller than Christy's double ds."

Jen's exuberance evaporated. "Oh, and I guess you're an expert on Christy?" she said testily.

"Come on, don't give me that shit," Darius said hugging her. "You're the one who's married, not me." Seeing Jen's frown, Darius added, "I'm just saying, I still want you to move in with me. You're still thinking about it, aren't you?"

She looked away. "Yeah, I guess," she said in a voice so low Darius could barely hear her. 

Seeing the melancholy on Jen's face, Darius added in a playful voice, "Good. And while you're at it, think about double Ds too."

Despite herself, Jen smiled and elbowed him in the ribs.

Darius wanted Jen to play pool with him, but Jen had something to do so they agreed to meet up later. She walked into the back bar, which Tyrone had again reserved as his private domain. Tyrone's eyes instantly focused on her, as did every other male eye in the room. 

Tina was there with her old boyfriend, Jason. Tony was there too, the first man Jen had fucked outside her marriage. A number of other Stallions and their current hook-ups were socializing around the table where Tyrone had set up his drugs. The room was filled with marijuana smoke and cocaine and other hard drugs were on the table.

A pecking order existed with the Stallions. It was like high school. Men like Darius and Kyle were at the top. They were the best looking, the wealthiest, and had the right attitude that made them the most popular. At the bottom were men like Jason and Tony. Good but not great looking, decent jobs but far from wealthy. They were the hangers on, at the fringe of the Stallions. 

The girls had a pecking order too, based entirely on looks and personality. A girl could have all the money in the world, but if she wasn't pretty and have a great body, and be sassy and flirtatious, she'd be on the fringe. Tina was on the fringe, and that's why she mostly hung out with guys like Jason and Tony. Jen of course, with her pretty face, sexy body and bubbly personality, was at the top. 

When she first started partying with the Stallions, Jen hooked up with guys like Jason and Tony. But she quickly gravitated up the pecking order and now was with the most coveted Stallion, Darius. Now she wouldn't think of sleeping with Jason or Tony. Just like in high school, the prettiest cheerleader went out with the star quarterback, not the chess club president. 

Jen walked up to Tyrone and stood in front of him. She didn't say anything. Just like with her husband earlier, she let Tyrone get a good look at her. She'd dressed partly for this moment. A dress that clung to her body, no bra, a lacy garter belt, stiletto high heels. She knew the outline of her hard nipples and garter belt were visible through the silky material of her dress. 

Tyrone took his time looking her up and down. He liked what he saw, and felt his cock get hard. "Looking good Jenny," he said.

Jen glared at him, her anger growing. She'd had all day to think about it. Who did Tyrone think he was, treating her that way earlier. She was pretty, popular, and had the best Stallion eating out of her hand. How dare he treat her the way he had? So she let him ogle her for a few more moments. Then she said, in a low voice but loud enough for everyone to hear, "I want to tell you two things. First, my name is Jen, not Jenny. Second" – Jen reached down and cupped his hard-on – "you have a really small penis."

The room exploded in laughter and applause. Jen gave Tyrone a "don't ever talk to me again" scowl and then left the room. She felt wonderful, regaining her self-respect and putting Tyrone in his place. She had two bags of cocaine hidden in her closet. That was more than enough to keep her going until she found someone else she could buy from, this time for money, not her body.

She saw Tina and walked over. "That was quite a show," Tina said. "Are you done with drugs now?"

"I'm done with Tyrone," Jen said, avoiding directly answering Tina's question. "Tina, honey, I'm so sorry for what I said the other day. Can you forgive me?"

Looking sad, Tina shook her head. "I'm not sure Jen. It's hard being friends with you. You're so pretty, everything's always been so easy for you. I'm divorced, and these guys" – she waved her hand at the Stallions – "hardly pay any attention to me anymore. But it doesn't matter, because I'm getting tired of all of this. I want to find a good man who'll love me and take care of me."

"You will!" Jen said, taking hold of Tina's hands.

"I'm not sure about that," Tina said doubtfully. "I think all the good men are taken." She gave Jen a kiss on the cheek. "See you later Jen. Just remember, high school's got to end some day." Jen had a quizzical look on her face as she watched her oldest friend walk out the bar. They hadn't completely made up, but at least there hadn't been any harsh words. As with Tyrone, she felt good about how she'd handled things with Tina. 

Later in the bathroom, Jen looked at herself in the mirror. She moved back and forth, her eyes on her chest. She thought 38D would be too big on her, it would look fake on her petite body. But that's what Darius wanted. In fact he wanted larger, 38DD. And if Darius was really someone permanent in her life, not just an extramarital fling? She sighed, wishing she could talk to Tina.

Jen sensed motion behind her and then someone pinched her waist. She looked and it was Christy, a catty smile on her face.

"Girlfriend, you better go on a diet of Special K, I can pinch an inch," Christy said with a malicious smile.

Jen pushed the younger girl's hand away. "Christy, why do you hate me so much?"

Christy scoffed. "Yeah Jen, and you're my biggest fan, right?" she said sarcastically. "You want to know why we don't like each other? I'll tell you. You're old Jen. You need to get that through your head. You should be at home wiping your kids' butts. But you strut around like you're queen bee, and you take the best guy. Well, enjoy it while you can, because he's going to be mine eventually." 

"Are you done now?" Jen asked glaring at Christy. Christy nodded, an evil smile on her lips. "Good," Jen said and turned to walk away. 

But Christy grabbed her arm. "I've told you why I don't like you. Don't you want to know why you don't like me?"

Jen turned and faced Christy, her arms across her chest. "Go ahead," she said.

"You're jealous of me," Christy said, the evil smile still on her lips. "I'm younger than you; what are you, 35? I'm 24. I'm pretty. I've got a tight young body. Do you understand what I'm saying, Jen? The important word is young. I'm going to look this good for a long time. How long can you hold it together? You're already falling apart." Christy poked Jen's tummy, and her smile grew wider when Jen stepped away.

Jen felt herself on the brink of tears. She hurried out of the bathroom, not wanting Christy to see her cry. Christy felt a tingling between her legs as she watched Jen run away, a satisfied smile on her face. 

Jen went outside. The fresh air made her feel a little better. She stepped into the side alley, and was alone in the dark. Christy had shattered everything that had gone good tonight. With shaking hands, Jen reached into her purse and took out the small metal vial. She unscrewed the top, then snorted some cocaine into each nostril. She let the feeling of well-being wash over her, let the magic powder push away the terrible things Christy had said to her. She put the vial away. She reached down and adjusted her stockings, then she fixed her makeup. Then she went back into the bar to find Darius. More than ever, she wanted him to desire her, to be frenzy in lust with her and in the process validate how beautiful and sexy she was.

Chapter 13

Darius got out of bed, seeing from the clock it was almost noon. The sheets were messed up from his fuck session with Jen last night. It'd been fun, although less exciting than before. The cooling in his excitement for the pretty blonde was bound to happen. His relationships (if you could call them that) were always short. 

He went to the DVD recorder hidden in the closet and popped out the DVD. He labeled it and added it to his collection of Jen DVDs. Then he paused, thinking. Curious, he took the latest DVD and one from a few months ago to his media room. He put both into DVD players and watched them on side-by-side TVs. It didn't take long to answer his question, and to see the differences in Jen's body. In the older DVD from a few months ago, her face and body were absolutely perfect. But in the DVD from last night, her face looked older. He saw lines around and under her eyes, after their fucking had worn away her makeup. And her body didn't look as firm. There was a roll in her once washboard stomach and a slight jiggling in her ass as she rode him on top. There was even a slight thickness in her upper thighs, marring what used to be absolutely perfect legs. 

Darius immediately knew the cause. Jen was partying hard for a 35 year old woman. The heavy drinking was bad enough, but he knew she was taking hard drugs like coke. He shrugged, not really caring. He'd already been thinking about dumping her. Sure, she was sexy and good looking, but he was getting bored, he wanted new married pussy. He'd recently met a pretty brunette at a party. She'd just gotten back from her honeymoon, and while she seemed happily married, he'd seen her check him out when her new husband wasn't looking. He got really hot by the prospect of fucking her new married pussy.

Ironically though, watching the tapes, he got more interested in Jen. He wondered how fast it would take for her to lose all her looks. And how she'd react when she woke up one morning and looked in the mirror, and saw just a shadow of the pretty girl she used to be. He got excited about making more DVDs documenting her fall from beauty. 

Across town, Mike sat alone drinking coffee in a Starbucks. He wondered where his life was going. Jen was still sleeping at home, recovering from her night with Darius. She'd gotten home after 4am, finally entering the house after a long make out session with Darius on their front porch. She didn't seem to care anymore whether people found out about her extramarital activities. She'd been high and looked freshly fucked. Her hair was tussled and her silk dress wrinkled. The stocking on her left leg was laddered from her knee up to the lacy welt. The stocking on her right had become detached from her garter belt and was gathered around her slim ankle. When he'd initiated sex, she'd whined about being tired, and passed out.

He felt he was losing his wife. She certainly didn't seem to care as much about him anymore. He knew he was to blame. It was his cuckold fantasies that drove them to where they were. But he'd always expected she'd temper his fantasies. Yes, the thought of her dressing to please another man excited him. But to allow herself to be tattooed, or to make her breasts larger, because another man wanted her to? Yes, those thoughts excited him, they all fed into his cuckold obsession. But she wasn't supposed to actually do those things! She was his wife, she was supposed to love him, this was all supposed to be an exciting game. It wasn't supposed to include permanent changes to her body to please another man. 

Mike knew what had happened. She'd fallen in love with Darius. That was the only explanation for what she was doing, what she was allowing Darius to do to her. And he hated and despised himself, because her falling in love with Darius made his cock hard.

Looking up, he saw a familiar face. He got up and tapped the brunette on the shoulder. "Hi Tina," he said. Seeing a scowl form on Tina's face, he quickly added, "Can we talk? It'll only take a minute."

Tina got her latte and joined Mike at his table. He'd decided he wanted to clear things up with Tina. His relationship with Jen might be a mess, but he could at least fix things with Tina. "I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about the other night," he said. "This thing with Jen is driving me insane. I don't know what to do. But I never meant to hurt you."

Tina heard the sincerity in Mike's voice and softened. "I guess I owe you an apology too, since I kind of encouraged Jen."

Mike shook his head. "I think it would have eventually happened anyway. I mean, the way she's so infatuated with these guys, it must have been some pent up thing inside her. It would have come out, sooner or later."

"Yeah, well, more like infatuated with one guy."

Mike looked away shamefaced, his cock getting hard at Tina's statement. "It doesn't help that I'm so perverted about all of this."

Tina took Mike's hand. "Mike, don't blame yourself. Okay, yes, you have fantasies, strong ones. But they're not perverted, not if you and Jen agreed together to act on them. It's Jen's fault for taking it too far."

Tina's words made Mike feel a lot better, because it validated what he'd been thinking. "Thanks, what you just said – you have no idea how much better it makes me feel."

Tina squeezed Mike's hand again. "You're a really great guy Mike. Jen shouldn't be treating you like this. She doesn't understand how lucky she is to have you."

A few days later, Jen sat in the waiting room of Dr. Ambrose, the doctor recommended by her sister Stacie. "You can go in now," Cathy the receptionist said, "But Dr. Ambrose has a full schedule today so he'll only be able to see you for 15 minutes."

Jen went in and took a seat, nervous about having such a short time to talk about this. She crossed her legs and waited as Dr. Ambrose finished a call. Dr. Ambrose was middle aged, maybe 50. He was overweight and mostly bald. He looked like a college professor instead of the highly regarded doctor that he was.

As he spoke to his wife on the phone, Dr. Ambrose looked at the pretty blonde who just walked into his office. He noticed the shapeliness of her long legs, her slim ankles and black high heels, and the subtle swish-swish sound of her nude nylons as she crossed her legs. She looked like one of the movie starlets who often came to him for their nips and tucks, although he knew from her file that she was just a stay at home mom. 

"So, Jen, how can I help you?" he said with a smile after hanging up with his wife.

"Well, um, Dr. Ambrose, I'm thinking about breast augmentation," Jen said feeling nervous.

"It's okay to call it a boob job," Dr. Ambrose said with a friendly chuckle. 

"Okay," Jen said with a grateful smile, some of her unease going away. 

"What are you now? 32B?"

"Yeah. Well, between 32A and 32B."

"Hmmmm ... you're petite, so that fits you. But you could go larger. Let me guess, though. Your nipples are extremely sensitive, and you don't want to lose that."

"How did you know?" Jen said surprised.

Dr. Ambrose chuckled. "That's the blessing of small breasts. Not as much tissue to press against and dull the nerves around your nipples. You don't want to go too large or you'll risk less sensitivity. How large were you thinking?"

"I'd like 38D."

Dr. Ambrose immediately frowned and shook his head. "That's much too large. Not only would you likely lose significant sensitivity, but that size frankly would not look natural on your petite figure. Perhaps you could go to 36B, at most. But 34B would probably be best."

Jen couldn't help hiding her disappointment. Dr. Ambrose thought she looked lovely even with the frown on her face. As they'd spoken, her skirt had ridden up a bit, treating him to a better view of her legs, which were outstanding. In his profession he'd become a connoisseur of the female form, and he was very impressed with this young woman.

Just then his intercom rang. "Dr. Ambrose, your next appointment is here."

Seeing the end of their consult, Jen looked even more disappointed. Dr. Ambrose considered a moment and then said, "Jen, if you'd like, we could continue this consult with a physical examination, to help with your decision."

Jen's face brightened. "Really? That would be wonderful, thank you!"

"My pleasure," he said. He pressed the intercom button. "Cathy, please tell my next appointment that I'm running late – say 30 minutes – have Janet start with her."

Dr. Ambrose got up and walked around the desk. He leaned against the edge of the desk and contemplatively crossed his arms. "Okay, Jen, why don't you stand up and take off your blouse and bra."

Jen stood up, a frown on her face. "You do examinations here in your office?" she asked warily. "Without a nurse?"

"My nurse – Janet – is with my next patient, in my examination room," he explained. If you're uncomfortable, we can schedule this for another day."

Jen didn't want to wait, not considering how excited Darius had been about this. "That's all right," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off. Then she reached behind and undid her bra, taking that off too.

"Your breasts are beautiful," Dr. Ambrose said in a professional, doctorly way. "Are you sure you want to do this? Many men prefer natural over size."

"Well, not the men I know."

"Men?"

"I mean, man," Jen said her cheeks going red. "My husband wants me to be bigger," she lied.

Dr. Ambrose raised an inquiring eyebrow, but nodded. "Ah, I see. I need to feel your breasts, for my examination."

"Alright," Jen said. She'd had breast examinations before of course, so this wasn't unexpected.

Dr. Ambrose reached out and with his fingers he gently probed and prodded her breasts. It started out like any other breast examination she'd had before. But then, subtlety, his touches became more caressing than probing. More sensual than clinical. It never became a grope, but it was more than a sterile clinical evaluation. She felt herself becoming aroused, and her arousal increased as his fingers occasionally rubbed against her nipples. At one point, as his thumb ran over her nipple, she couldn't help letting out a soft moan.

Dr. Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I see your nipples are very sensitive," he said. His tone was professional, not lustful, so Jen didn't feel uncomfortable even as her arousal grew from his touch. "I'm curious – can you achieve orgasm solely from stimulation of your nipples?"

"Yeah," Jen breathed. "Sometimes."

"That's interesting," Dr. Ambrose said clinically as he rubbed Jen's nipples between his fingers. "Most women cannot experience orgasmic pleasure solely from nipple stimulation."

"I'm gonna experience it right now if you don't stop," Jen thought to herself as she bit her lip to keep from moaning again.

Finally Dr. Ambrose pulled his hands away from Jen's breast, leaving her panting. Dr. Ambrose didn't seem affected by her arousal at all. Instead, he jotted notes in Jen's file.

Jen moved to put on her bra when Dr. Ambrose looked up and stopped her. "If you like, I can perform a full body evaluation."

"What?" Jen asked warily, not liking how that sounded.

"Many of my patients elect to have other procedures at the time of their breast augmentation. Laser treatment to remove blemishes, liposuction, that type of thing. Since you're here, I can provide you with recommendations on other treatments."

"Well ... okay."

"Fine. In that case, please take off your skirt."

Jen reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her ankles and then stepped out of it. She expected him to ask her to take off her panties but he didn't. For a long time Dr. Ambrose silently studied Jen's body, walking all her more than once. Jen felt somewhat awkward standing practically naked in front of a man she just met (she was down to just her panties, stockings and heels), but Dr. Ambrose's examination was so sterile and clinical she didn't feel too uncomfortable.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 06



One time as he stood behind her he ran his finger across Jen's tattoo. "I can remove this if you want."

"Oh, um, okay," Jen said, but she had no intention of removing it. 

Dr. Ambrose pushed a finger against Jen's tummy just above her panty line. "Liposuction is possible here." He moved behind her again and she felt him poke the bottom of her ass and her upper thighs. "These areas as well."

Jen flushed, both embarrassed and angry by his clinical analysis of her recent weight gain. It wasn't that noticeable, was it?

Dr. Ambrose noticed her distressed and smiled reassuringly. In a doctorly voice, he said, "No offense intended. You have a lovely figure. I'm pointing out very minor issues. Your husband is a very lucky man."

Dr. Ambrose kneeled down and pulled down her panties. Jen got even redder as she realized Dr. Ambrose couldn't help but notice the wetness in her panties. But he didn't mention it. 

"I see you keep yourself bare, except for here," he said, running his finger along Jen's thin landing strip. "Do you shave, or use a cream?"

"Uh, well ... I go to the salon every week and get a Brazilian."

Dr. Ambrose nodded contemplatively. "Ah I see. And they wax your legs then as well?"

"Yeah," Jen said not knowing where this was going.

"I mention this, because electrolysis is available to permanently address this situation. Although it's not as effective with light colored hair." Dr. Ambrose ran his finger again across Jen's thin landing strip. "And I see you're a natural blonde."

"Yeah, uh, well ... yeah," Jen said, unsure if his observation needed a response.

Dr. Ambrose stepped away and leaned against the edge of his desk. Looking at her, he said, "To summarize, I think we're looking at breast enhancement to 34B. I don't think any additional treatments are necessary at this time. Unfortunately, I don't have any openings on my calendar for a few months."

"Only 34B?" Jen said disappointed, dejectedly looking down at the tips of her high heels. "And we can't do this for months?"

Dr. Ambrose shrugged. "It's up to you. You could go to 36B, but you'd risk loss of sensitivity. Anything larger and you'll definitely lose sensitivity. As for the timing – we'll, can you give me a reason why I should take you before my other patients?"

Jen looked up. What he said sounded like a proposition. That surprised her, because he'd been so professional and clinical up to this point. His eyes were on her. Suddenly, she remembered her state of undress. She wore only her thigh highs and heels, her panties pulled halfway down her thighs. A professional, almost detached expression remained on Dr. Ambrose's face. But glancing down, she clearly saw a hard-on in his pants. He WAS turn-on!

Dr. Ambrose kept looking at her, as if waiting for her to do something. Jen wondered if he wanted sex from her. Maybe that's how she got to the top of his list. She actually considered it for a moment. She couldn't wait to drive Darius crazy with her new big breasts, and months seemed like such a long time. But if she did fuck Dr. Ambrose, or go down on him, she'd once again be using her body to get what she wanted. She didn't want to do that again. She'd learned her lesson with Tyrone. 

"I guess I'll make an appointment with Cathy," Jen said, and saw a hint of disappointment in Dr. Ambrose's face. She pulled up her panties. Dr. Ambrose didn't move, didn't even look away, he gave her no privacy to get dressed. Her impulse was to say something, but she didn't want to get on his bad side and fall further down his calendar, or maybe told to find another doctor. Despite his ogling her, he was supposed to be the best doctor on the east coast and she didn't want to lose him. So while he looked, she got dressed, putting on her bra, wiggling into her skirt, and buttoning her blouse.

Jen left Dr. Ambrose's office, thinking about how strange the examination had gone and wondering if Dr. Ambrose treated all his patients (at least the pretty ones) that way. She'd watched a few episodes of Nip and Tuck, and she wondered if real life was like the TV series.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Tony, one of the Stallions. The text said: "Jen – I really need to talk to you. Can you meet me for lunch? Thanks – Tony"

Jen no longer hooked up with Tony, but they were still friends, and his message sounded urgent. She got into a cab to take her to the restaurant indicated in Tony's text.

They arrived and Jen got out of the cab. She frowned looking at the name of the restaurant, "Ecstasy." The outside looked glitzy and run-down at the same time. Jen walked in and smelled beer, urine, and smoke. This can't be the right place, she thought. She took a couple of steps in and saw that the place was empty. On the walls were big plasma TVs, like a sports bar. 

She saw Tony and smiled. But he looked terrible. "I'm really sorry Jen," he said, clearly upset. "I owed him a lot of money." He squeezed her hand and repeated, "I'm really sorry." Then he left, leaving Jen with a quizzical expression on her face. 

Not sure what was going on, she glanced back into the restaurant. Then she saw them. Six big black men. And in the middle of the group stood Tyrone, a big evil smile on his face. She quickly whirled and headed back to the door. Five more black men stood in front of the door. But it wasn't the men who caused her to stop and slowly turn around. It was what she was hearing.

Tyrone had turned on the TVs, and Jen heard herself on the TV speakers. And then she looked at the screens, horrified dismay coming to her face.

All the TVs showed her in compromising positions. In some, she was smoking marijuana or snorting cocaine. In others, Tyrone was fucking her. Some of the screens showed her fucking Bob. In other screens, she was fucking Jeffrey, the 18 year old who looked so much younger.

"That's right Jenny," Tyrone came over, pulling his arm around her waist. She cringed at his touch. "I have video of you. A lot of video."

"Oh my god," Jen said distressed as she watched herself in the TVs.

"I wonder what your parents would think if they saw these? Your cuckold husband will probably love seeing them. But what about your friends, your neighbors? What about the teachers and other parents where your kids go to school? I've got 1000 copies of this DVD, ready to be mailed out today."

Jen saw her life being destroyed. "Tyrone, please, you can't do that, my life would be over. I'm sorry for what I said, I'll apologize in front of everyone, please, we're friends."

Tyrone's evil smile turned into an angry glare. "Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with? How dare you disrespect me?" he growled in a dangerous voice. He grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her towards him. Then he took out a switch blade and menacingly pointed it at her mouth. "I should cut out your tongue right now!"

Jen tried to squirm away but he was too strong. She'd never been so scared in her life, and tears welled up in her eyes. "No Tyrone, please, I'm so sorry."

Tyrone raised the knife dangerously close to her eye. Then he ran the knife's edge over her cheeks. "I'm capable of hurting you Jenny," he said threateningly. "I've hurt other people before. I've hurt them bad, in permanent ways. Do you believe me?"

Jen nodded her head, the fear showing in her eyes, tears running down her cheeks.

Tyrone pressed the razor sharp blade against her cheek. With just a little more pressure the blade would slash her. "You're a pretty girl Jenny," he said. "Do you want to stay pretty?"

"Please, Tyrone, don't," Jen pleaded in a trembling voice, the tears now gushing down her cheeks. "Please, I'll apologize in front of everyone, I promise."

Tyrone smiled cruelly. "Do you really think it's going to be that easy?" Tossing the knife to one of his henchmen, Tyrone roughly turned Jen around and shoved her chest down on a table. He reached down and pulled up her skirt so it gathered around her waist. He eyed her lacy thong, thigh high stockings and high heels appreciatively. "Always dressed to impress, aren't you Jenny?" Then he grabbed the thong and violently tore it off of her, making her yelp. He reached to her front and squeezed her tits hard, making her squeal with pain. "Go ahead and scream," he taunted her. "It's more fun that way." Then he took out his cock and rammed it into her pussy. He pounded her hard. Jen struggled, but eventually submitted to him. What could she do? There were too many men, and they had knives and probably guns. Tyrone fucked her for a few minutes, then came, shooting his sperm into her pussy.

Panting, he pulled out of her pussy and pulled his pants back on. With his weight off of her, Jen pushed her skirt down and slowly turned around. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her makeup ruined. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, and cry. 

Thinking the ordeal over, she picked up her purse and moved towards the door when Tyrone grabbed her arm. He smiled again but there was no humor in it, only evil. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" he asked menacingly.

Jen's face turned to panic and she cried "No!" as she saw the other men moved towards her. Two men roughly grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the table. "No, no, you bastards, stop!" Jen cried as two other men pushed up her skirt and spread her legs wide, holding her ankles. Jen struggled but they were too big and strong. Another black man got between Jen's legs and ripped open her blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. He took Tyrone's knife and cut Jen's bra between the cups. Jen screamed and her eyes bulged out as he penetrated her pussy, his cock much larger than Tyrone's. Her screams continued as the other men lined up to take their turns. 

The man fucking her lowered his head and planted his lips on Jen's, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Jen bit down hard and the man yelped with pain. "You bitch!" he cried, slapping her hard across the face. He pounded her pussy harder but he didn't try to kiss her again. The other men in the room laughed.

Another man got on the table and rubbed his hard cock across Jen's face. He pointed the tip of a long knife at Jen's eye. "If you bite my cock I'll cut out your eye," he threatened. He shoved his thick cock into Jen's mouth, and she almost gagged as he roughly fucked her face. 

"Don't fucking shoot off on her face!" one of the men growled, who had not yet had his turn and didn't want to fuck her messed up with jism on her face. The man in her mouth came. He kept his cock stuffed down Jen's throat so she had no choice but to swallow. At the same time, the man in her pussy came, spraying his seed into her pussy. None of the men were using condoms.

The man between her legs pulled out, and another man quickly took his place. He shoved his cock into her, and then he got on the table with her, rolling so now Jen was on top. "No, no!" Jen cried, knowing what was about to happen. She felt a cockhead pushing against her ass. "No, you bastard, stop!" she screamed. The man didn't even use any lubrication, other than some spit. Jen screamed in pain as he penetrated her ass, the other man still in her pussy.

The gang bang went on and on. Men orgasmed and then got back in line for another turn. Jen never stopped screaming and struggling. But then something happened. Something that made the rape even more humiliating. About 45 minutes into the rape, Jen experienced an orgasm. She fought against it, but her body betrayed her. She tried to hide it, but Tyrone noticed her stifled moan and arch of her back. 

After the first orgasm, her body was primed for more. As the rape continued, so did her orgasms. She tried to hide it, but Tyrone noticed. He watched as she approached another orgasm. As the man between her legs relentlessly pounded her pussy, he stepped up to her side and sensually cupped her breasts, expertly rubbing her sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger. She clenched her teeth to stifle a moan, but Tyrone smiled knowingly at her. "You're loving this, aren't you Jenny?" he asked spitefully. Then, just as her orgasm hit, Tyrone bent down and kissed her on the lips. Jen couldn't help it; she threw her arms around Tyrone's neck and kissed him back, letting her tormentor and mastermind of her vicious rape French kiss her through a toe curling orgasm.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 07



Hours later, Jen staggered out of the shower. Luckily, the kids had been out with Maria when she got home. She looked in the mirror. Her face was bruised and her right eye swollen shut from all the hard slaps she'd gotten during the rape. There were bite marks and hickeys all over her neck, shoulders and breasts, and it hurt to walk or sit. She got into bed and curled into a ball under the covers.

But it wasn't the aches of her body that hurt the most. It was the violation of her body and, much worse, the humiliating way her rapists had been able to make her cum, over and over again. She thought of the way the black men had cum inside her, shooting what seemed like gallons of their fertile seed into her womb. Yes, she was on the pill, but birth control wasn't 100% foolproof. She hugged her pillow and cried.

An hour later Mike called. He said there was an emergency at work and he needed to go out of town for a few days. After hanging up, she cried some more. Now she wouldn't even have her husband to comfort her. But then, he'd probably get turned on by her gang bang, and with that thought she got resentful and angry with her husband. If not for his fantasies, she'd never have met Tyrone and none of this would have happened. A part of her knew this thinking was unfair, but she wasn't thinking rationally. She decided she'd never tell him what happened. In fact, she'd never tell anyone, it would be too humiliating. She thought of calling Darius, but she didn't want him to see her like this.

Disheartened, she did the only thing she knew would make her feel better. She went to her dresser and took out her stash of cocaine.

A few weeks later, Jen pushed the shopping cart through the grocery store, picking up food for dinner. All her bruises had healed. By the time Mike had gotten home from his business trip, two weeks ago, she'd mostly healed; she'd lied to him and said the remaining bruises had been from rough sex from Darius. He'd gotten excited and she'd had to make up a story, pretending to be excited while dying inside.

Male heads turned her way as she passed through the aisles of the market. She noticed, but pretended not to. She'd drawn male attention her entire life. Normally she liked it; it was a big ego boost. But not today. Since the rape, she'd been like a scared mouse, wary of men's eyes, jumping whenever someone touched her. She hated feeling that way. She'd always been an outgoing, bubbly, flirtatious girl, and she hated the way she felt now. 

She got home, feeling jittery, her hands shaking. Hurrying to her bedroom, she took out her vial of coke. With shaky hands, she formed 4 lines with a razor blade, then snorted two lines into each nostril. She closed her eyes as the feeling of calm caressed her like a mother's touch. She was taking coke 3 or 4 times each day now. She knew it was too much, but it was the only thing that helped her be like herself. 

She undressed, then put on tights and a leotard. Looking into a mirror, she didn't like the way the skimpy leotard showed the bulge in her belly and the weight she'd gained in her behind and upper thighs. Disheartened, she realized she'd gained even more weight (she could check for sure but she and the scale were no longer on speaking terms). But, that's why she was determined to go to her dance class. Her dance outfit was similar to the ones worn by all the tight-bodied teenagers in her class, and her ego didn't allow her to put on something less revealing. 

At the dance class, she had a hard time keeping up with the other girls, all of whom were at least 20 years younger. She hadn't been to class in weeks, and it showed. She was out of practice and didn't have nearly the stamina of the younger girls. Also, the cocaine affected her coordination so she had a hard time making the intricate moves of the routines. Stopping for a break while the other girls continued, she felt embarrassed at her poor performance.

Teri, one of the instructors at the dance studio, pulled her aside. Teri was a few years younger than Jen. The two women had known each other for a couple of years. "Jen, are you okay?" Teri asked, concern in her voice.

Jen nodded, still catching her breath from the last routine. "Yeah, just trying to get back into it," she said. "I guess I've let myself get out of shape."

"You still look great," Teri said politely, although her quick up and down glance of Jen and resulting frown revealed what she really thought. She looked uncomfortable, as if she wanted to ask something but didn't know how to start. Finally she decided to just ask. "Hey -- are you and Mike okay? One of my friends -- Steffi, you know, she works out here sometimes? She told me she's seen you a lot clubbing with a buncha young guys."

Jen's cheeks turned red. Teri was single and led a hip, carefree life, so it wasn't surprising she had friends who went to the same bars as the Stallions. Now that Jen thought about it, it was surprising she hadn't run into Teri while partying with the Stallions. "Mike and I, um, well, we have an arrangement."

Teri looked quizzically at her friend, and then understanding came to her face. "You and Mike have an open relationship?" she asked with more than a little shock.

Jen shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Something like that."

Teri nodded slowly, as if processing what Jen was telling her. As she thought about it, it made sense. Jen was a hottie, and Mike ... well ... he wasn't. She'd always wondered how they'd ended up together. "Steffi sees you with a really hot Greek looking guy?"

Jen nodded. She couldn't help feeling proud. "His name's Darius."

Teri nudged closer and whispered conspiratorially, "Steffi says she gets wet just looking at him."

Jen nodded and whispered back with a hint of awe in her voice, "He's incredible in bed."

The two girls broke out in giggles and Teri gave Jen an impressed look. "You go girl!" she said admiringly. "Maybe I can party with you sometime? Steffi says all those guys are hot!"

Jen considered her friend. Teri was certainly cute, and she had a tight dancer's body. Feeling a little prideful, Jen also knew she was prettier than Teri, despite her out-of-shape condition, so she wouldn't have to worry about Teri taking attention away from her. "Sure," Jen said, giving Teri a dazzling smile.

Jen felt great as she gathered her things at the end of class. She stopped and chatted with the moms and dads who waited for their daughters to emerge from the locker room. She pretended not to notice the lustful looks directed her way from many of the dads. She knew her nipples (hard from the workout) were denting her spandex leotard. She felt like herself again for the first time since the rape. Her spirits were high as she left the studio, and she realized she felt a sense of longing after talking with Teri about Darius. She hadn't seen Darius since the rape, and he'd been calling and texting her non-stop about going out. She decided to go out that evening. She knew Mike wouldn't mind. In fact, he probably missed hearing about her and other men. 

Out of earshot, Jen didn't hear the catty things the moms said about her, like how she'd gained so much weight, how the youngish dance outfit she wore didn't look so good on her anymore, and how they'd noticed some lines around her eyes. While outwardly friendly, many of the moms were envious of Jen's looks and (as a result) didn't like her. While the women gossiped, a number of the dads watched Jen disappear out the door. While she may have gained some weight, she was still prettier and hotter than their wives.

Later that evening, Jen stood in a trendy bar in Manhattan having fun with her friends, a Cosmopolitan in her hand and Darius's arm around her waist. From time to time her hand brushed against Darius's crotch so she knew he was hard for her, which made her feel good. She couldn't wait to get him into bed. It had been over a month since she'd felt him inside her. 

Jen saw Tyrone across the room. When he turned she quickly looked away. She felt him looking at her, but she avoided making eye contact. 

Darius pulled her close and whispered hotly in her ear, "Let's get out of here."

"Okay," Jen agreed immediately. In addition to being hot for Darius's body, she wanted to get away from Tyrone.

Darius expertly flicked his tongue in Jen's ear, making her shiver. "You up for a threesome?" he said.

Jen shuddered excitedly at his offer, thinking back to that time with both Darius and Kyle. Her pussy tingled as she imagined Darius in her pussy and Kyle in her ass. They'd tried that before without success. But the black men had taken her that way more than once, and she'd orgasmed from it. The memory shamed her, but the thought of Darius and Kyle taking her that way got her wet.

Darius grinned at Jen's reaction. "You like the idea, don't you?"

Jen smiled back teasingly. "It doesn't suck."

Darius's grinned turned lecherous. "Wait for me here, I'll go get Christy."

"Christy? What?" Jen asked with a start. "I thought you meant Kyle."

"Come on, babe, you had your fun, now it's my turn."

Just then Christy walked up, wrapping her arms around Darius as she smirked at Jen. "How about it honey," she said, "do you wanna fuck?"

Jen frowned. Clearly they'd planned this in advance, and she didn't like it. She'd never been with a girl before and had no interest, but of course she knew it was a typical male fantasy. She could barely stand to be in the same room with Christy, she definitely wasn't going to take her clothes off in front of her. 

Christy seemed to read Jen's mind. She leaned close. "Don't worry, I promise not to mention this to Darius," she whispered into Jen's ear as she pinched the roundness of Jen's tummy. She giggled seeing the anger on Jen's face. 

"Bitch," Jen hissed.

Then to her shock, she heard Darius chuckle. "Come on Jen, she's just teasing you," he said flippantly. "Besides, you have put on some pounds lately."

Jen stared wide eyed at Darius, feeling hurt and shocked. She didn't trust herself to say anything. So, without saying anything, she turned and walked away. Darius called after her but she didn't stop.

Just when she thought things couldn't get any worst she ran into Tyrone. "Hey, Jenny, come over here, I want to talk to you." He wore a smile but he wasn't asking her, he was telling her.

Her thoughts of Darius and Christy vanished, replaced by fear. 

Not waiting for an answer, Tyrone put his arm firmly around her and led her into the backroom where they were alone. He closed the door and then faced her. "I haven't seen you around lately Jenny," he said, his eyes looking her up and down. "You look good, as pretty as ever." He ran his hand along her cheek, where his henchmen had slapped and bruised her. "Good as new."

Jen pulled away and moved towards the door. "I've got to go."

"I didn't say you could go Jenny," Tyrone said. He didn't raise his voice, but it was filled with menace and danger. She stopped and turned back around to face him, barely able to keep her hands from shaking.

Smiling, Tyrone motioned with his finger for Jen to come closer. She did, and he once again ran his fingers across her cheeks. "Do you have any coke left, the shit I gave you?"

Jen nodded. "A little."

"That's good. Because I haven't seen you in a while, and I don't want you going to anyone else for it, you understand me Jenny?"

"Yes, I understand," Jen said in a quivering voice, not wanting to think about what he'd do to her if she disobeyed him.

He dipped his finger into a canister, his finger tip emerging covered with white powder. He ran his finger across Jen's lips. "This shit is new, just got it from a dude in Costa Rica, really pure shit." He pushed his finger into Jen's mouth. "You like it?"

Jen had done a few lines before leaving home, but still she noticed the powerful effect the new strain of cocaine had on her. "Yeah," she breathed.

Tyrone smiled. He pulled out a small bag and stuffed it into Jen's purse. "See? If you're nice to me, I'm nice to you." He motioned to the table a few feet away. It was covered with canisters of drugs, a lit burner and syringes. "If you really want to feel good, you need to use a needle. I'm got some heroine that'll make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life."

"No, that's okay," she said immediately. She didn't want to use needles, and she certainly didn't want to take heroine. It scared her. The coke was already bad enough. "I'm actually trying to cut back," she added. 

"Is that right?" Tyrone said, a skeptical knowing smile on his face. A little powder remained on Jen's lips. With his finger, he wiped it off her lips, and then pushed his finger into her mouth. Jen greedily licked his finger, her body wanting to feel the intense euphoria of the pure cocaine. Tyrone's smile grew wider. "Now you need to be nice to me Jenny," he said, trailing his finger over her chin, down her neck and then onto her shoulder, where he applied slight pressure. It took all her self-control to not shudder from disgust at his touch. He pushed down more forcefully. Seeing no other choice, she got down on her knees.

"Look up at me Jenny," he commanded, running a black hand through her long, silky blonde hair. He liked looking into his whore's eyes when they surrendered to him.

Jen knew she had no choice. While looking into his eyes, she reached up and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled out his hard cock. Then she took him into her mouth. Tyrone groaned and he roughly laced his fingers through her blonde hair.

A few minutes later Jen got to her feet, a little unsteady in her high heels, the bitter taste of Tyrone's spunk in her mouth. The delicate silk of her stockings was scuffed and laddered around her knees.

Tyrone zipped up his pants, his chest still heaving. "You know how to suck cock, I'll give you that Jenny," he said with a satisfied smile.

Jen hurriedly ran a hand through her hair and straightened her skirt. "I've got to go," she said wanting to get away from the black man.

"I'm not done with you yet Jenny," Tyrone said, motioning into the shadows at the back of the room. Suddenly three large black men emerged. Jen screamed as two of them grabbed her arms and pushed her down on a table. "No, Tyrone, please, not again," she begged, afraid she was going to be raped again.

"Don't worry Jenny, I'm not gonna let them hit you, not this time." He stroked her cheek. "I wanna keep you pretty." He nodded at his henchmen. The man on Jen's right pulled up her sleeve. The third man picked up a syringe filled with heroin.

Jen shrugged, "No, don't," she begged.

Tyrone and the other 3 men laughed. The man holding the syringe said, "Don't worry bitch, we're gonna make you feel real good." Then he injected the heroin into Jen's arm.

Jen gasped as the pure heroin entered her bloodstream. The effect was immediate -- an intense sensual glow, the way she felt when at the brink of an orgasm, the promise of pleasure, the hunger of release, the desire for more. 

Jen sensually writhed on the table, entranced with the drug coursing through her body. Her movement caused her skirt to hike up, and one of Tyrone's men squeezed her thigh, his hand partly on her lacy stocking top and partly on the bare skin above. Another man cupped one of her tits and squeezed, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The men's touch sent a drug enhanced electric shock through her body. They laughed smugly when she moaned and arched her back. "I told you this is good shit," Tyrone told her. He didn't mentioned it was incredibly addictive; she'd find that out for herself soon enough.

The third henchman grabbed the hem of Jen's skirt and pushed it up, exposing her all the way to her lacy thong panties. Jen didn't stop him. The heroine seemed to intensify her natural sexual cravings, and at that moment she would've let a homeless bum fuck her. But Tyrone didn't like the way his men were pawing the pretty blonde without asking his permission first. She was his slut after all. He pushed his men away and Jen got to her feet, feeling relieved but also with her pussy wet and throbbing.

As Jen re-entered the main bar, she tingled with sexual anticipation and her entire body felt incredible sensitive. Her nipples stayed hard as the lacy silk of her bra gently rubbed against her breasts as she moved. Her silk stockings felt wonderful and sensual. Her body was so sensitive she could feel the thin line of nylon of her stockings that ran across her toes. She brushed against a strange man as she walked through the crowd and moaned inside when she felt his crotch rub against her ass.

She finally found Darius, her bedroom eyes heavy with lust. "Take me home and fuck me," she said simply.

Darius gave the pretty blonde a look over. Her face looked sultry and glazed over. She oozed sex. Clearly the slut needed it bad. He knew she took a lot of drugs, but he'd never seen her this fucked up. He'd seen her go into the back room with Tyrone. The black drug dealer must've given her some really good shit, because before she'd been in a pissy mood, and now she looked ready to drop onto her back and spread her legs. Darius didn't take a lot of drugs himself. He wasn't a prude; he just didn't like what the dope did to you. The drugs were taking its toll on Jen's looks. Yeah, she was still fuckable, but not nearly as hot as even just a few months ago. Pretty soon they'd be talking about her like they did about Lindsay Lohan -- "remember when she was hot?"

Still, the thought of Jen and Christy together turned him on. He loved seeing straight girls fuck each other. Especially these two, since they clearly despised each other. Although, Christy seemed to have a fetish over Jen; she definitely wanted to get into the blonde's pants. He was pretty certain Christy was bi. They'd shared girls other times, and she relished eating pussy as much as having her pussy eaten. On the other hand, Jen showed no interest in girls. His cock stiffened at the thought of doped out Jen at the mercy of Christy.

Darius kissed Jen open mouthed, feeling her up and pressing his crotch against her belly. He pulled away after a few moments, leaving her panting like a bitch in heat. Inwardly he laughed at her. God she was such a slut, and so incredibly easy! He thought of her husband Mike, and how much a wimp he must be in bed. Clearly he didn't satisfy his wife. He wondered if Mike knew how close his wife was teetering on the brink of the abyss. If Darius had been a decent guy, he'd call Mike and give him a friendly word of warning. But Darius wasn't decent. The fact he preferred fucking married women was evidence of that. He was more inclined to help push Jen over the edge, like a boy curious to see what would happen when he tossed his toy truck out his bedroom window.

He put his arm around Jen and led her out of the bar. He spotted Christy and motioned to the door, giving her a "be cool until we get her to my apartment" grin.

Darius sucked face with Jen in the taxi. Her drug-enhanced lust lowered her inhibitions and clouded her good judgment. Still ultra-horny from the high grade heroin, she wanted Darius to fuck her in the taxi. She tried to straddle his lap, but he wouldn't let her. Instead, he pulled up her skirt and fingered her, keeping her on the brink of cumming. Christy sat in the front seat, watching Darius and Jen but not saying anything (the taxi driver also kept his eye in the rear view mirror, ogling the pretty blonde with her skirt pushed up around her waist). As Christy hoped, Jen forgot she was there.

Darius helped Jen walk from the taxi to the lobby of his apartment. In her drugged state she hadn't bothered to push down her mini-skirt. People in the lobby (especially men) gawked when they saw her lacy stocking tops. 

In his apartment, Darius took Jen into his arms and she melted into him. As they French kissed she wrapped a leg around his and rubbed her crotch against his hard-on. Darius picked her up the way a groom would pick up his bride and laid her onto his bed. With a wicked grin, he took her iPhone from her purse. He keyed in a text for her husband Mike: "I'm with a real man, so don't bother to wait up." He handed the phone to Jen, and she giggled reading the message. She added "I'll save some for you -- NOT!" She pressed the send button, and then pulled Darius to her and they fell back onto the bed.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 07



They kissed. Then he pushed her skirt up around her waist and got between her legs. She raised her hips as he pulled down her panties. He paused a moment and admired her, from the tips of her heels to her sweet pussy. Then he lowered his head to her sex. Jen groaned and clenched the duvet as she felt his tongue expertly flick over her clit. 

Christy slid onto the bed next to Jen. She lay on her side and watched as Darius ate Jen's pussy. Jen felt Christy's presence but she ignored her, instead concentrating on what Darius was doing to her. Christy took advantage of the opportunity and unbuttoned Jen's blouse. The pretty blonde wore a delicate white bra. It was made almost entirely of lace and was unlined, so it was molded around her small beautiful breasts.

Christy reached out and lightly traced the lace of the bra cups with her finger. She traced around Jen's nipples but avoided any contact with them. Jen was breathing hard, Darius had her close to an orgasm, just a little more pressure with his tongue and she would cum. With her legs spread wide and Darius's tongue on her sex, she felt vulnerable and Christy's finger on her breasts made her feel even more exposed.

She looked over at Christy, her eyes heavy from drugs and lust. She panted as she looked into the younger girl's eyes. Christy gave her a knowing smile; she knew Jen was about to cum. At that moment, Darius rubbed his tongue hard against Jen's clit, at the same time curling a finger inside her pussy and finding her g-spot. Jen groaned and arched her back, the pleasure so wonderful to be almost painful. With perfect timing, Christy pulled down the cups of Jen's bra, exposing her breasts. She leaned over and took one of Jen's nipples in her mouth, and the other nipple between her thumb and finger. Christy's expert touch was like gasoline on a fire. Every muscle in Jen's body tensed as bolts of pleasure pulsated through her body.

Her orgasm went on and on. When Darius and Christy finally pulled away, Jen lay gasping, her hands still clutching the bed cover. As Jen gasped for air, Christy leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She moved closer to kiss Jen on the lips, but Jen turned her head. "Didn't you like what I did to you?" Christy asked.

"I just not in to that," Jen said feeling awkward. She expected a harsh retort, but Christy instead gave Jen an elfish smile.

Amused but wanting to fuck, Darius reached under Jen's butt and unzipped her skirt. He pulled it down her long legs. Jen began taking off her blouse but it was tangled. Christy helped Jen take off her blouse, her finger tips trailing over Jen's soft skin as she pulled the blouse off. Jen reached behind her to undo her bra, but Christy brushed her hands away. "Leave it on, it's sexier," Christy said. Then she adjusted the cups of Jen's bra so once again her breasts were covered.

Jen started to object but then she felt Darius's hand on the back of her head. He'd moved up from between her legs, and when Jen turned her head she was eye level with his beautiful cock. Darius laced his fingers through Jen's blonde locks. As he pulled her head to him, Jen opened her mouth.

Jen shifted so she lay on her side, relieved to face away from Christy. She took Darius's cock head and a couple inches of his thick shaft into her mouth. That was all she could swallow, and even then her mouth was open as wide as it could go. Her hands were wrapped around his shaft (it took both hands to hold him, he was so thick), stroking him up and down in sync with the bobbing of her head. She thought briefly of how much of a challenge it was to go down on a man like Darius, compared to small dicked men like her husband and Tyrone.

Darius's moans were music to Jen's ears. She knew she gave good head, and cattily she was pleased that Christy was there to see how much pleasure she was giving Darius. 

But at that moment Christy wasn't interested in Darius. With Jen's back turned, she slid off the bed and undressed. Like Jen, she wore thigh highs and high heels. She took off her thong, but left on her bra. Then she reached over to the drawer where Darius kept her toys.

Jen's lust grew as she bobbed on Darius's cock. Her orgasm had been spectacular, but it hadn't sated her passions. If anything, it increased her longing for something big and thick inside her, for a hard fucking. She took Darius's cock from her mouth and sluttily rubbed his cockhead and shaft across her face. "I need you inside me," she moaned in a throaty voice.

Darius grinned and turned her over onto her stomach. Jen felt his hands on her hips, raising her ass into the air. She buried her head in the pillow, lustfully anticipating the pleasure of his big hard cock entering her. 

Behind her where she couldn't see, Christy handed her phone to Darius and mouthed "record this."

Jen felt Darius's fat cock head press between her pussy lips. He moved it up and down between her lips, but he wouldn't enter her. "Don't tease me!" she groaned, thrusting her ass back trying to get him inside her. Darius laughed. "Come on!" she begged again. It was humiliating to beg for Darius's cock with Christy there, but she couldn't help herself. Finally she felt pressure between her pussy lips. She felt him push -- harder, harder, and then his cockhead was inside her. "Oh god!" she groaned in pleasure. She so needed this!

Again she pushed back, wanting to get all of him inside her. She moaned as she felt him enter her, inch by inch, each thick inch feeling exquisite. Finally he was in balls deep, and he started moving in and out. She loved when he fucked her, but his technique was different this time, more gentle and considerate, each stroke feeling more like a caress than a pounding, touching ever nerve in her pussy. It was like he was worshipping her pussy with his cock, and it felt fantastic! "God Darius, you're fucking me so good tonight!" she gushed.

She felt him unsnap her bra, and then his hands rubbed her back, his nails lightly running up and down her spine and down her sides. She moaned at his soft touch. He was driving her crazy! Then she felt him reach around to her front, his fingertips lightly moving under her bra's cups, his nails softly tracing lines around her nipples as he continued to stroke in and out. God, his caresses felt as good as his cock! He was going to make her cum, and it was going to be an incredible orgasm, the best ever!

She glanced at the fingers inside her bra, and she saw ... long nails ... and they were painted bright red. Her eyes went wide and she jerked her head back. Behind her wasn't Darius! It was Christy!

Christy gave her a wicked smile. "You love this, don't you?" she said with a triumphant gleam in her eye as she continued to fuck Jen with the strap-on dildo.

Jen tried to scramble away from the younger girl but Christy wrapped an arm around her stomach and held her firm, keeping Jen impaled on the long thick dildo. With her other hand she grabbed Jen's blonde hair and roughly pulled her head back. "Oh no you don't!" Christy hissed into Jen's ear. "You're not getting away until you admit how much you love this!" She kissed and sucked on Jen's neck. She sucked hard, waiting to leave a hickey.

Christy's thrusts got harder and faster. She continued to caress and fondle Jen's tits with one hand. With her other, she pulled Jen's hair harder, wanting to press her lips against the blonde's.

But Jen managed to avoid Christy's lips. She wasn't going to let Christy kiss her, she wouldn't give her that satisfaction. She willed her body to ignore what Christy was doing to her. But Christy knew how to fuck a woman. Clearly she'd done this before. Being a woman, she knew how a woman yearned to be fucked, and that's how she fucked Jen, hitting every erogenous nerve at just the right time, in just the right way. Jen's body betrayed her. Soon she was panting like a bitch in heat. She couldn't help herself. She began pushing her ass back to meet Christy's thrusts, and soon the two girls were in a synchronized dance of unbridled lust. 

Christy paused and turned Jen over onto her back, expertly flipping the smaller girl while keeping her impaled on the dildo. Christy wanted to look into Jen's eyes as she made her cum. She positioned Jen's legs over her shoulders, pushing Jen's hands away when she tried to object. Then she began moving in and out of Jen's pussy again.

Jen clenched her eyes shut, fighting against the orgasm building inside her. She would not cum, she told herself, not on a strap-on dildo, she refused to let Christy make her cum. 

She saw Darius videoing them. "Stop!" she whined, but he laughed and kept recording. Despair came over Jen as she realized the Stallions and all the girls would probably see this.

Darius was rock hard. Both girls were nude except for stockings and high heels. Jen's bra had finally completely fallen off, but Christy still had hers on. It was incredibly sexy to see Jen's shapely legs on Christy's shoulders, and Christy's high heels dig into the mattress with each long hard thrust of the dildo into Jen's pussy. He admired how Christy's long stockinged legs tensed with each inward thrust. 

Christy released Jen's legs. She reached behind and unsnapped her bra. Then she tossed her bra away and it landed next to Jen's. A part of Darius nodded how Christy's bra cups towered over Jen's.

Christy pressed down in the missionary position so her bare tits dangled above Jen's. She stroked back and forth. As she did, her hard nipples brushed against Jen's, and each time the blonde shuddered with even more pleasure. 

Christy again tried to kiss Jen. Jen turned her head, refusing to let Christy kiss her. Still, her body betrayed her, and she closed her eyes as her orgasm neared. With her eyes closed she could imagine it was Darius fucking her. But she couldn't ignore the feeling of the soft body on top of her, instead of Darius's hard chiseled chest. And she couldn't ignore the big firm breasts rubbing against hers, the large nipples rubbing against her smaller ones. 

Jen moaned and whined, feeling her orgasm almost at the point of no return. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Christy's eyes. "Come for me baby," Christy urged her. Tears of humiliation rolled down Jen's cheeks, and she looked pleadingly into the younger girl's eyes to stop. But Christy didn't stop, instead, she pounded harder and faster, sensing how close Jen was. Finally Jen came, her body tensing and her back arching off the bed. 

As Jen's orgasm bolted through her body, Christy took Jen's head firmly in both her hands and pressed her lips against Jen's, thrusting her tongue down Jen's throat. In the throes of an incredible orgasm, Jen couldn't help but respond. She wrapped her arms around Christy and kissed her back, not fighting as Christy rolled her tongue over hers.

The two girls lay entwined, their tits pressed together, their chests heaving as they caught their breaths. Christy raised herself and looked into Jen's eyes. She had a smug look on her face, but not a cruel one, and in an almost affectionate gesture she brushed back a strand of blonde hair from Jen's face. 

Abruptly Christy's eyes clenched shut and her nostrils flared. "Shit Darius! Really?" she said sarcastically with her southern accent as she felt Darius behind her push his big thick cock into her pussy. She loved a hard cock but right now she was more interested in pretty Jen.

"You two are fucking hot! I'm about to cum and it sure as hell isn't gonna be in my hand!" He roughly shoved half his thick cock into Christy.

Christy was soaking wet but still she grunted in pain. He was so fucking big! "Go slower shithead!" she cried but he ignored her. He pushed until he was balls deep, then he pounded her hard and fast, and while his fucking didn't have the feminine nuances of Christy's, it still felt incredible, and Christy was terribly hot from fucking Jen, so within moments she was moaning and moving her ass back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts.

Jen was still underneath Christy, her stockinged legs spread and still impaled on the dildo (which of course stayed hard). Jen couldn't ignore how erotic this scene was, and despite just cumming, the dildo moving inside her felt good and was arousing her again. 

Christy pulled Jen's head to her chest. "Suck my nipples!" she cried. At this point all of Jen's inhibitions were gone. She opened her lips and Christy pushed her big hard nipples into her mouth. She moaned as Jen sucked on her nipples, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she got close to an orgasm.

But then she pulled away from Jen's lips and pushed Darius out of her. "Wait," she panted. The threesome paused for a moment as Christy caught her breath. She pulled away from Jen. Jen shivered as she felt the dildo withdrawing from her pussy, inch by inch. When it was completely out she felt empty.

Still panting, Christy unbuckled the strap-on and tossed it onto the floor. Then she moved up Jen's body and turned so she faced Darius. She moved one shapely leg over Jen's head so she straddled her pretty face. She stroked Jen's check and said, "I want you to make me cum." Then she lowered her pussy onto Jen's mouth.

Shocked, Jen didn't do anything. Frustrated, Christy impatiently rubbed her pussy over Jen's lips. "Lick me!" she whined, her plea coming out like a growl. She sat on Jen's face and ground her pussy over her lips. Christy was taller and more curvy than Jen, so outweighed her by more than a few pounds. Her knees pressed into Jen's shoulders, pinning her down. Wanting it to be over, Jen tentatively poked out her tongue. 

"Yeah, like that," Christy cooed, rubbing her pussy over Jen's tongue. "Stay like that," she ordered, moving back and forth over Jen's tongue, on the brink of an orgasm. Holding her weight on her knees, she bobbed slightly up and down, fucking Jen's tongue like a small cock, the tip of Jen's tongue hitting Christy's clit with each downward bob. 

Jen felt lightheaded smelling Christy's sensual musky scent. The younger girl didn't taste bad (in fact, her wetness didn't have any taste), and she kept herself completely bare just like Jen (she didn't even had a landing strip). Getting caught up in the moment and feeling wicked, she licked across Christy's pussy, between her lips, becoming an active lover instead of a docile plaything. Christy moaned and rolled her head back. "Oh god yeah Jen that feels so good," she gushed.

Jen ate Christy the way she liked being licked. She licked back and forth, and then flicked her tongue across Christy's clit. That sent a bolt of electric pleasure through Christy's tight 24 year old body. She fell forward, her long curvy dark hair falling across her face and hitting Jen's tummy, her hands falling to Jen's hips. Her movement slid her ass slightly on Jen's face, so instead of licking her pussy, Jen's tongue flicked across Christy's sandbar, the sensitive spot between her pussy and asshole. "Oh fuck!" Christy groaned at the unexpected pleasure. Almost without realizing it she cupped Jen's breasts and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs, her eyes clenched shut as most of her attention was focused on the delightful things the pretty blonde was doing with her tongue.

Darius had seen enough, he was about to cum without even touching himself. He took hold of his cock and pushed into Jen's pussy. She was still loose from the fucking Christy had given her, but still it took a few thrusts to get fully inside her. He groaned with pleasure feeling Jen's sweet pussy around his cock and watching sexy Christy grinding her pussy on Jen's pretty face.

Jen moaned too. She had Darius in her pussy and Christy rubbing her nipples. She writhed at the pleasure, and in doing so she inadvertently shifted Christy on her face, moving her tongue from Christy's sandbar to her puckered asshole.

"Oh Christ Jen!" Christy cried, squeezing Jen's tits so hard it hurt. She looked at Darius, the painful expression on her face revealing the intense pleasure she was feeling. "She's licking my asshole!" she moaned to Darius. 

Wanting to reciprocate, Christy lowered her chest on Jen's body so her tits were astride Jen's belly button. She moved her head to Jen's pussy and flicked her tongue across Jen's clit, licking back and forth as Darius pounded her with his cock.

Now it was Jen's turn to moan. She'd never felt anything so good. It took all her concentration to keep licking Christy. She wrapped her arms around Christy's firm thighs for balance, her fingers feeling the heavy lace of Christy's stocking tops. Jen's tongue darted from Christy's asshole, across her sandbar, to her clit, and back again, over and over, driving the beautiful 24-year old brunette crazy with lust.

Darius came first. He groaned and grunted, and then pounded deep into Jen over and over, each time unleashing a flood of his fertile sperm into her womb. All the while Christy kept licking Jen's clit, and she watched fascinated as Darius's shaft became covered with his own milky cream.

Then Christy came. She rubbed her pussy hard over Jen's face as her body shuddered with pleasure, soaking Jen's pretty face with her pussy juices.

And then Jen came, her body bucking so high Christy almost fell off, her hands clenching the sheets so hard to almost rip them, her stilettos digging deep into the mattress as her toes curled in her high heels.

The three lay gasping, their bodies entangled. Finally Jen untangled herself and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair and face were covered with Christy's pussy juice, and Darius's cum leaked from her swollen pussy lips. Her stockings were laddered from her ankles to past her knees. 

Her body still tingled. It couldn't be from the drugs, they'd worn off by now, in fact she felt a little edgy. She wiped her face with a towel. She considered taking off the ruined stockings but left them on. She left her heels on too. She found a brush and a tube of pink lipstick on the sink. Christy's? Not knowing why, she brushed her hair (her bangs still moist from Christy's juices), then applied the lipstick to her lips.

Emerging from the bathroom, she found Darius and Christy lying next to each other, watching the video on Christy's iPhone. As they watched, Christy stroked Darius's cock, already hard again. Darius rubbed her clit, her pussy lips swollen with renewed arousal. 

Christy looked up and noticed Jen's brushed hair and reapplied lipstick. She smiled and patted the bed next to her.

Jen sat on the edge of the bed, primly keeping her legs together as she sat. It was an erotic sight, Jen nude except for stockings and heels, primly sitting on the bed with her hands in her lap. "I should be going," she said.

Christy ran her hand from Jen's knee to her mid-thigh, where her stocking tops ended. She pushed Jen's hands away and continued to just below her pussy. "The party's just getting started sugar," she said with her young southern accent, edging her hand between Jen's closed legs.

Jen's heart quickened, and she opened her legs slightly. She shuddered as Christy ran her fingertips between her pussy lips. "I'd never been with a girl before," she said shyly. Although older than Christy by a decade, she felt younger and inexperienced compared to the statuesque brunette.

Christy grinned. "You could have fooled me. No one's ever made me cum like that before."

Jen smiled too, but still feeling shy, she looked away. 

Eager for round two, Darius reached into Jen's purse and found a small package of white powder. He coated a finger with the pure cocaine Tyrone had given her earlier, and brought it to Jen's nose. Jen didn't resist, and snorted the powder from his finger. Then she grabbed his hand and swallowed his finger, licking off the remaining powder. She felt her inhibitions melting away and her lust returning.




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Darius dipped his finger into the bag a second time and offered it to Christy, but she scowled and shook her head. Jen eagerly pulled Darius's finger over and snorted again. The heroin had worn off, and the coke took the edge off and made her feel good. Christy watched Jen take the second helping of cocaine. She scowled again at Darius, and he gave her a "why do you care if she fucks herself up" grin. 

Whatever, Christy thought to herself. Reaching over to the drawer full of her toys, she pulled out a long, thick, double ended black dildo. She grinned excitedly at Darius. They were about to show the drugged up blonde wife their version of double penetration.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 08



Chapter 15

The sun was rising as Darius pulled into the drive way of Jen's house. He looked over at Jen. She'd fallen asleep on the drive from his apartment. She looked a mess. Hair tousled, patches of dried juices on her face (his and Christy's), hickeys on her neck. She'd managed to put on her blouse and skirt before leaving his apartment, but the blouse was unevenly buttoned and the skirt only partially zipped. Her stockings were laddered and somewhere she'd lost her shoes. He smiled. She looked like she'd been fucked all night long, which happened to be the case. 

He saw one of Jen's neighbors go outside for the paper, and then another did the same thing. He smiled with a wicked idea. He reached into Jen's purse and pulled out the bag of cocaine. He stuck his finger in and covered it with the white powder. Then he nudged Jen to wake her up.

As Jen opened her eyes, Darius covered her nose with his finger, forcing her to inhale the coke. Jen pulled away. She could tell she was home and she didn't want to be high when she saw her husband. But she couldn't help inhaling the cocaine and her body reacted like it always did. 

Darius grinned. He reached over and cupped her breast, rubbing her nipple between finger and thumb through her blouse (somewhere she'd lost her bra, probably at his apartment with her shoes). "Darius, no," she whined, but he knew she was aroused by the stiffening of her nipple.

Darius leaned in and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She tried pushing him away. It was morning and her neighbors were early risers, and she obviously couldn't be seen making out with a man not her husband. But his caress of her breast felt good, and he was such a good kisser. With the cocaine clouding her good sense, she found herself kissing him back, her hands moving over his hard chest and moving down towards his crotch where he was hard.

Darius poked his finger into the bag and moved his cocaine covered finger up to her nose again. Wide awake now and craving another hit, Jen eagerly inhaled the cocaine, and then licked the rest from his finger as she'd done earlier that evening. Her head rolled back as she relished how good the cocaine made her feel. "God, why are you doing this to me?" she gasped, her lust growing as she felt him slide his hand inside her blouse. "You're getting me so fucked up."

"I like you like that," he said grinning. He scooped more of the cocaine from the bag and pushed it into her mouth. She gasped at the wonderful sensations that followed. The new cocaine Tyrone had given her was incredible!

"You like me fucked up?" she gasped, her body coming to grips with the powerful drugs running through it.

"I'm getting you fucked up to see your husband," Darius said with an evil grin.

"Why?" Jen asked giggling, feeling drunk and getting into Darius's mischievousness

"I want you out-of-your-mind horny because I know your husband can't fuck you like I can."

"Oh great, so you're going to leave me hanging like this?"

"So you admit Mike can't fuck you like I can?"

Darius's smile turned into a lustful leer. "You can come back with me and we can fuck all day long," he said, moving his hand under her skirt and flicking his finger over her clit. 

Jen shivered at his touch, and quickly grabbed his wrist with her two hands. "Stoooop," she cried through a moan. "I told you, my parents have the kids and I promised Mike we'd spend the day together."

Even though Jen held his wrist, he still managed to flick his fingertip across her clit. "Are you sure?"

No I'm not sure! Jen thought to herself. What I really want is to climb onto your lap and stick your big beautiful cock into my pussy! But she didn't say that. Instead, she pushed away from him. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks," she said reluctantly, and opened the door.

"I still only get to see you every other week?" he said with a pretend pout.

Jen shrugged and gave him a tight "that's the best I can do" smile. She extended one leg outside the car, the other still inside.

"Okay, then, do this for me. Don't have sex with Mike until I see you again."

Jen giggled. "Oh, you want to play that game again, do you?"

Darius put his hand behind her neck and pulled her close until their lips almost touched. With one foot outside the car, Jen felt her skirt ride high up her leg.

"Promise me you won't have sex with him," Darius said to her.

"I'm not promising anything," Jen replied in a husky voice. Being so close to his lips got her hot and her cheeks flushed with arousal.

Sensing this, Darius reached into her blouse again and expertly rubbed her nipples. "Promised me," he insisted, his lips so closed to Jen's that they brushed together as he spoke.

"No – I won't," Jen whispered back, her voice labored and eyes closed as Darius caressed inside her blouse.

"No?" he asked, running his other hand to the hem of Jen's skirt. He pulled it up, and Jen felt it slide up her ass. Darius cupped her pantyless pussy, then moved one finger against her clit. "You won't promise me?"

"No – he's –my husband – he can fuck me – whenever– he wants," she said, her breathing labored, her heart beating wildly. Darius knew exactly how to touch her, and she felt close to an orgasm, just a little more and she would cum. 

"Okay then," Darius said simply with an air of finality, and pulled his hands away from Jen's tits and clit.

Jen exhaled, feeling the frustration of an unconsummated orgasm. "Darius, come on, finished me off!" she whined.

"Nayh, you don't need me, you have Mike," he said with a mocking chuckle.

Jen narrowed her eyes. "You can be such an asshole sometimes," she said angrily, pulling away from him and buttoning her blouse.

Darius grinned and looked behind her shoulder. "Is that you're neighbor? You might want to pull down your skirt."

Jen's anger turned to alarm as she looked behind her and saw Mr. Collins, her neighbor, at his door not more than 50 feet away. With her leg extended, he could see her stockings and bare skin above. Even worst, Darius had hiked up her skirt so he could also see the bottom half of her bare ass. "Fuck!" Jen said as she pushed down her skirt. "I hate you sometimes!" she growled at Darius, and he broke out laughing. Eyeing daggers at him, she stood up from the car and hastily adjusted her skirt and blouse, then she hurriedly walked to her door, avoiding looking at Mr. Collins.

Walking to her door, she could still hear Darius's laugher as he pulled away. To him it was a big joke. But this was her life. She was still high on coke, but she knew it would be terrible if it got around that she fooled around with other men. How could she look her neighbors in the eye? Well, that was simple, she couldn't, they'd have to move. She wondered how long Mr. Collins had been standing there. Had he seen Darius with his hand inside her blouse and up her skirt? As she unlocked her front door she risked a quick look around her neighborhood. Luckily, no one else was out so maybe only Mr. Collins saw. 

She closed the door. The house was quiet. She wondered if Mike was asleep, but she knew he wasn't. She walked to the family room, feeling unsteady, the room spinning a little, reminders of the coke still in her body. As expected, Mike was awake, sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.

She knelt by his knees and laid her head in his lap. 

"Tired?" he asked.

"Yeah." He ran his fingers through her hair. She loved the feel of that, it was so comforting.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," she replied, exhaustion hitting her suddenly and not having the energy for anything but one syllable answers.

Mike paused, as if reluctant to ask the next question. Finally he said, "Are you high?"

She hesitated. "Yeah," she finally said, whispering out the answer. 

Mike paused again. Then he said, "You know that's not good for you."

She took one of his hands and kissed it. Then she put his hand in his lap and laid her cheek against it. "I know," she answered in a small voice. Usually she was able to hide her drug use from him. He knew she took drugs, but he didn't know what she took or how often she took it. But she couldn't hide it from him now. It'd been less than 30 minutes since she'd snorted the cocaine with Darius, he'd know she was lying if she denied it. Also, she hadn't told him about Tyrone. She was ashamed, and also scared of what Tyrone might do to her husband if he confronted the black drug dealer.

For long moments Mike brushed his fingers through her long blonde hair. It reminded her of how life had been before she'd started fooling around with other men. It felt so relaxing she almost fell asleep. Then she felt him move his hand to her back, where her bra strap should be. He caressed her there for a little bit, then said, "Where's your bra?"

"At Darius's apartment," she said. She was tired and wanted to go to sleep, but she forced herself to stay awake. This was the part of the game her husband liked the most, and she owed it to him. "My panties too," she added, knowing Mike wanted all the details.

"Your high heels are there too?"

"Um – I guess so," she said giggling. Honestly she didn't know where they were, and up to that moment hadn't noticed they were gone. 

"Stand up for me."

"Okay," she said softly, holding onto his knees for balance as she got to her feet. It was always this way with Mike after being out with another man. He liked to look at her, to look at his freshly fucked wife.

She stood, her arms at her side, her weight on her left leg, her right leg slightly ahead. She didn't try to hide her tiredness, knowing he liked to see evidence of how hard she'd been fucked. With one hand she brushed her hair back off her shoulder and behind her ear, then returned her arm to her side. She stood still, letting him study her.

His eyes focused on her legs. "Your stockings are ripped."

"He fucked me hard," she said simply. She'd decided not to mention Christy yet. She was still trying to come to grips with that herself. 

"Did he fuck you good?"

"Yeah."

"Better than me?"

Mike always asked the same questions. It didn't matter she always answered the same way, it still excited him. "You know he does." 

Mike unzipped his pants and took out his penis and stroked himself. She looked at it. Having just been with Darius, he looked so small.

Mike noticed his wife appraising his penis. "He's bigger than me, right?"

"You know he is," she answered. Her hands went to the hem of her skirt and she raised it so he could see her swollen pussy lips. They still gaped open a little. "Darius really stretched me out. He always does."

Mike stared at his wife's pussy. A little milky white cream oozed between her lips. He felt lightheaded, and his heart pounded in his chest. "You were with Darius tonight?"

She let her skirt drop back down. "You know I was Mike."

"You're always with him."

Jen didn't reply. Eventually Mike said, "Come closer." Jen approached until her knees touched his. He still had one hand around his cock. With his other hand he pushed up her skirt. He stared at her pussy again for long moments. Now he's going to ask me about condoms, Jen thought to herself.

"Did you make him wear a condom?" Mike asked.

Jen suppressed a smile. "You know I didn't."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Tell me," Mike insisted in an excited voice.

"He doesn't like them."

"And you like feeling him cum inside you, don't you?"

Again she didn't answer. Instead, she took a step back. Mike released her skirt, and it settled back into place. She raised a leg so her stockinged foot pressed against his erect cock.

Mike moaned. As she rubbed him he caressed her leg, one hand on her slim ankle, the other along her shapely calf. "It's dangerous," he groaned between panted breaths. 

"You know I'm on the pill."

Mike reached under her blouse and caressed her tummy. "The pill's not foolproof. And you're ovulating now, aren't you?"

She unbuttoned her blouse and letting it fall off her shoulders. He continued to caress her stomach, looking at it contemplatively. "He cums a lot, too," she said.

Mike thought of his wife's fertile pussy full of Darius's potent seed. Suddenly, as if losing control of himself, he dropped to his knees. He pushed her skirt back up around her waist. He brought his lips to her pussy, pressing his tongue against her clit.

"Yeah," Jen moaned. This is what she wanted. Darius had left her hanging and she needed sexual release. She bore down on her husband's tongue, encouraging him to lick her harder. He did, licking up and down between her pussy lips, and swirling his tongue around and over her aroused clit. Her eyes closed and she fantasized about being with Darius, about having him inside her, about fucking him.

As he licked his wife, Mike fantasized too. In his fantasy, he was licking Jen as Darius fucked her pussy. Little did he know this had actually happened earlier that evening, with Christy licking Jen's clit while Darius fucked her.

In his fantasy, Darius stroked Jen long and slow. As he did, Mike rubbed his tongue over his wife's clit, and since they were sharing the same hole, his tongue made sporadic contact with Darius's cock. Darius grunted and grabbed Mike's hair, pulling him closer so his tongue was more on his cock than on Jen's clit. The tip of Mike's tongue remained on his wife's clit, but now the flat of his tongue pressed against Darius's cock as it long stroked in and out of his wife's pussy. Mike felt the hardness of Darius's cock, the thick veins running up the sides, and also how baby soft his cock skin felt.

In Mike's fantasy, Jen noticed what was happening. She didn't know what to think. Darius saw Jen looking. He wanted to truly humiliate Mike in front of his wife, prove to her he wasn't a real man. Gripping the back of Mike's head, he pulled out of Jen's pussy and pressed his big cockhead against Mike's lips. Completely out of control by this point, Mike opened his mouth. Smiling smugly, Darius triumphantly pushed his cock into Mike's mouth. Mike gagged at the sudden intrusion of so much cock meat, and wrapped his hand around Darius's shaft to prevent him from pushing in further. Mike couldn't help marveling at the thickness and hardness of Darius's cock.

Darius stroked back and forth in Mike's mouth. He gripped the back of Mike's head, guiding him on what to do, and soon Mike got the hang of it, his hands pumping Darius's long shaft as his head bobbed up and down. Mike couldn't see the shocked look on Jen's face, but Darius could, and he said, "Your sissy husband is good at sucking cock."

Hearing Darius's voice snapped Mike out of his lustful trace, and he tried to pull away. But Darius was ready for it and he tightened his grip, practically pulling out Mike's hair. Darius grunted and moaned, and Mike was horrified to feel Darius's cockhead twitch in his mouth. Then the cock jerked and spasmed, and Mike's mouth was suddenly full of thick milky cream. The cock jerked again, shooting more spunk down Mike's throat, and then Darius pulled his cock out and ejaculated two more loads of his spunk onto Mike's face.

Mike abruptly snapped out of his fantasy as he felt Jen's body shudder. In her fantasy, Darius was fucking her in the car as Mr. Collins watched. She moaned and her head rolled back as she came.

She panted catching her breath. As her breathing got back to normal, she looked down and saw Mike had cum too. He'd played with himself while eating her. She wasn't surprised, this had become their routine after her dates with Darius. 

Mike had a little milky white cream on the edge of his mouth -- some of Daruis's cream he'd deposited inside her earlier that evening. Jen wiped it off with her finger, and Mike eyed it. Then Mike surprised her by grabbing her hand and putting her finger into his mouth.

A few minutes later, Mike spooned Jen as she fell asleep. Mike felt ashamed and disgusted with himself. But he couldn't help it. The fantasy of being humiliated by Darius in front of Jen thrilled him.

Chapter 16

A few hours later, Jen awoke. Mike had left a note, saying he had gone out to run a few errands but would be back shortly. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she'd promised to spend the day with him, so she got up and showered. As the water sprayed her she reflected on last night. It was ironic Darius had asked her to stop fucking Mike, since Mike hardly ever tried to have intercourse with her anymore. They hardly ever made love anymore. Instead their sex had become like earlier, her fantasizing about Darius as Mike went down on her, and Mike playing with himself and fantasizing about – what? Her with Darius? Or something else? She shook her head, not sure she wanted to know.

She felt edgy. The drugs from last night had worn off, and she needed a hit. The craving felt worst this time. She got the small metal cylinder from her purse, but it was empty. She went into her closet. On her tip toes she pulled down the shoe box. Only 1 bag of cocaine remained, and it was barely a quarter full. She filled up the metal cylinder and then formed two lines with a razor blade. She inhaled the cocaine into her nose, but the result disappointed her. She hardly felt anything at all. 

Beginning to feel desperate, she got her purse again and searched for the small bag Tyrone had given her last night. To her despair she found it almost all gone. She silently cursed Darius, he must have spilled some of the precious powder when he was playing that morning. She formed two lines of the more powerful cocaine on the sink basin, and when she snorted them she was relieved to feel the desired effect. Her head rolled back and she moaned as the drug worked its wonders on her body. As usual she immediately got horny and she was tempted to play with her dildo, but she knew she didn't have enough time before Mike got home.

She dressed in a simply cotton bra and panties. She knew Mike would rather she wear something sexy, but she didn't feel like it. She sighed when she tried to pull on her regular jeans. They were too tight. She purposely avoided the full length mirror while she dressed, she didn't want to see how much weight she'd gained. She couldn't resist eating when she did drugs, they always gave her the munchies.

From her closet she found some jeans she'd worn when she was pregnant, not the maternity jeans, but the ones that fit when she was a few months pregnant. Even those were a little tight, but she managed to pull them on. She put on a loose blouse, and pulled her hair back with a scrunchie. Normally on a casual day like this she'd go without makeup, but her face looked tired with a few slight lines around her eyes and mouth. She knew it was the drugs, but she tried not to think about it. She put on some makeup to hide the lines. Finally she slipped into her favorite Mia flats. She knew Mike would rather she wear heels, but her feet still ached from wearing high heels all last night.

Mike wasn't home yet. She was glad, because she had her own errand to do, although thinking about it filled her with dread. But she didn't have time to procrastinate, so she left her house and walked over to her neighbor's. With trepidation she knocked on the door. The door opened and she found herself face to face with her neighbor, Zack Collins.

"Hi Zack," she said uncomfortably. "Can I talk to you?"

Zack opened the door wider and Jen walked in. They sat next to each other on the sofa. Jen looked around for Zack's wife. "Where's Millie?" she asked. 

"She's at her sister's this weekend," Zack said. 

"Um ... did you tell her about this morning?" Jen asked uncomfortably.

"No, I haven't spoken to her today yet."

Jen felt relieved. She liked Millie, but she was the worse gossip. If Zack had told Millie what he'd seen this morning it would've been all around the neighborhood by now.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 08



"What's going on Jen?" Zack asked. "That wasn't Mike in the car with you. Are you having an affair?"

Jen looked embarrassed. She couldn't tell him the truth. If he told Millie and it got around it would destroy her life. "It's kind of complicated," she said evasively. "But please don't tell anyone, especially Millie."

Zack looked doubtful. "You're asking me to keep a secret from my wife? I can't do that."

"This doesn't affect her!" Jen pleaded, desperation edging into her voice.

Zack leaned back, contemplatively looking at Jen. He'd always been attracted to his pretty blonde neighbor. He and Millie had been together since college (they were both in their 50s now), and he'd lost interest in his wife's body a long time ago. He often traveled for work, and enjoyed new pussy a few times a year from girls he picked up in hotel bars (or whores when he couldn't get it for free). He'd fucked a few wives in the neighborhood too, mostly out of boredom and because it thrilled him to fuck his neighbors' wives, not because they were anything special to look at. But Jen was something else. He'd had his eye on her since she and her husband Mike moved in a few years ago. But he never thought he'd have a chance to get inside her pants. She was a lot younger and way out of his league, and seemed happily married. But that might change today!

"Where's Mike?" he asked.

"He's running some errands."

A smile came to Zack's face. He leaned towards Jen and put his hand on her knee. "Maybe we can work something out."

Jen pulled away from his hand. "No Zack, please, we're friends," she pleaded.

Zack chuckled. "Here's how I see it. You're cheating on Mike. That's okay, I'm not judging you. But you need my help to keep your secret." He boldly cupped Jen's breast and gave it a squeeze. "I figure you owe me."

"No!" Jen snarled, pushing his hand away and standing up.

Zack chuckled again. "Whatever, it's up to you," he said, and he picked up the telephone and speed dialed his wife. "Hi Millie, it's me."

Alarmed, Jen mouthed "please!" to Zack. He ignored her plea. In fact, his grin grew wider and he said to his wife, "You won't believe what I saw this morning."

Horrified, Jen urgently whispered, "Okay, okay!"

But that wasn't good enough for Zack. With his finger he pointed at Jen's blouse. She scowled at him, but realizing she had no choice, she unbuttoned her bloused. Smiling, Zack said "Honey, someone's at the door, I'll call you later." He hung up the phone and motioned with his finger for Jen to come closer.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," Jen said, dropping her blouse as she stepped towards him. "I thought we were friends."

"You might enjoy it, you know," he said with a laugh, his hands cupping her breasts over her bra.

She pushed his hands away and glared at him. "Let's get this straight. I'll blow you, and then we're even. Got it? That's it! I'm not taking anything else off, you don't touch me, you don't try to kiss me, and after it's done we never talk about it, and you don't say anything about this morning. Got it?"

Zack's face turned sour and he looked disappointed. "That's all I get?"

"Yes that's all you get!" Jen hissed. "I could yell RAPE right now! What do you think about that?"

"Okay, okay, okay," Zack relented, his hands up in surrender. "But at least take off your bra."

Jen narrowed her eyes. "Okay, fine!" she said in an annoyed, sharp tone. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell from her shoulders and she let it drop next to her blouse. She let him look at her for a minute. Then she got on her knees in front of him. 

Zack's heart pounded as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. It wasn't easy because of his ample beer gut. She gripped the waist of his pants. "Well, lift up!" she snapped. He excitedly lifted his ass, and she pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts until they were halfway down his pale thighs. 

Wanting to get this over with, Jen wrapped her hand around his cock. He moaned and grunted at the feel of Jen's soft hand. "I can't believe this is happening. I've had my eye on you for a long time."

"Just shut up, okay?" she said. Holding him with one hand, she used her other to brush her ponytail behind her. Then she lowered her head and took him inside her mouth. She sucked and licked him, simultaneously pumping his shaft in her hands. 

The size of his cock surprised her. It was long and thick. Not as long as Darius's, but just as thick, maybe even thicker. She could barely get any of him in her mouth, so she alternated between sucking his big swollen cock head and licking up and down his shaft.

Zack watched as his pretty blonde neighbor bobbed up and down his cock. He'd never been with anyone so gorgeous. Even the high priced sluts he paid for didn't hold a candle to her. He reached down and cupped her tits. When she didn't stop him, he fondled breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Jen paused when she felt Zack's hands on her breasts. That wasn't part of the deal. She inwardly shrugged. Why did it matter? She was already topless and sucking him, so letting him grope her a little didn't seem to make a difference. Anyway, he might cum faster that way. She went back to sucking and stroking him.

With one hand still playing with her breasts, Zack used his other hand and tried to undo Jen's hair. "Stop it," she said immediately. She didn't want to take a chance of getting his spunk in her hair. 

Zack then used his hand to softly caressed along her neck, cheek and ear. He thought he heard a slight moan as he caressed her neck and ear. He was good at this, finding a woman's erogenous zones, that was part of the reason why he was able to bed so many girls, even though he wasn't the best looking guy. Based on Jen's responses, he concentrated his soft caresses along her neck and ear, and also kept teasing her nipples with his other hand (he could tell immediately her nipples were sensitive from the way they hardened at his first touch). 

Jen felt herself getting wet. His damn hands were turning her on! And his thick cock was pretty amazing. On top of that, she was already horny from the coke. With one hand still on his shaft, she edged her other down her jeans. As expected, her panties were soaking wet. She dipped a finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit, but it was awkward trying to do that and still suck Zack, because she couldn't swallow much because of his thickness, and she couldn't hold him well with one hand again because of his thickness.

Out of the corner of her eye she looked over at her house. Mike wasn't home yet (otherwise she'd see his car). Fuck it, she thought to herself. She pulled her mouth off Zack's cock. He looked surprised and disappointment. Then his face turned into a smug smile as she gripped his waist band and pulled his jeans and boxers all the way off, only stopping briefly to pull off his shoes and socks.

Jen stood up and shimmied out of her jeans and panties. Zack was in a sitting position, the smug smile still on his face. "Just don't say anything, okay?" she said pushing on his chest to make him lay down. She wished she could wipe the smug smile off his face but she knew she couldn't, not with what she was about to give to him.

She straddled him above his crotch. Zack couldn't believe what was about to happen. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck Mike's wife. They seemed happily married. Now, here she was, all her clothes off, about to guide his cock into her pussy. Into her happily married pussy. Her looked at her pussy, completely bare except for a tiny wisp of hair above her clit, so different from his cute but plump wife.

Jen took Zack's cock in her two hands and lowered herself on him. She rubbed his thick head between her pussy lips to lubricate him with her juices. She positioned his cock and then lowered herself on him.

"Fuck!" she grunted between gritted teeth. He was so fucking thick! She bore down on him. "Oh fuck," she wailed as his bulbous cockhead popped into her pussy. It hurt, but felt so good! Her knees went weak, so she put her hands on his chest for balance as she teetered on the tip of his cock. He had the chest of an out-of-shape middle aged man, soft and loose with a beer gut, but his cock was an impressive specimen of man-meat.

She clenched her eyes shut as she bore down on him, feeling his wonderful cock slowly disappear into her inch by inch. There was no doubt in her mind now, Zack WAS thicker than Darius, she could feel it. Her pussy was so tightly stretched around his cock she could feel the thick veins of his cock as he penetrated her. It felt exquisite! She bore down harder and finally all of him was inside her. "Godddd," she cried, tears forming in her eyes at the intense feelings of pleasure and pain. 

She paused to catch her breath. She reached back and pulled off the scrunchie, moving her head back and forth and using her hand to shake out her heavy, luxurious blonde hair. She saw him looking at her with that same smug grin, looking triumphant. "Just shut up," she repeated, but this time not in anger but in surrender.

Balancing on her knees astride him and her hands on his chest, she slowly lifted up. When just his cockhead remained inside her, she slowly pushed back down. As she did, she gasped in moans. "Ohhhh fuuuuck," she cried. She did it a second time, and then a third, up and down, moving slowly, and then suddenly her body exploded in an orgasm. She gasped as the pleasure bolted through her body. 

When her orgasm subsided she collapsed on Zack's chest, amazed at how fast she'd cum. Never before had she cum after just 2 or 3 strokes, never in her life, not with anyone, not even Darius. She found herself envying Millie.

With her lust sated (at least temporarily), her good senses returned. She looked out the window and saw Mike still hadn't gotten home, but he couldn't be far away. She raised up, her hands still on Zack's chest, still gloriously impaled on his cock. His smile was even smugger now, and she couldn't help it, she smiled back. "Okay, that was pretty good," she conceded, and then they both laughed. 

"I can't believe Millie can even walk!" Jen joked, pulling her hair back with her hand and putting it behind her ear. "I don't think I could take you every night."

He shrugged. "She's never been very interested in sex."

"Oh," Jen said.

He grinned looking full of himself. "Don't feel sorry for me. I haven't been interested in her for a long time." Then he arrogantly added, "And with what I've got between my legs, I've never had any problem getting pussy."

"Oh, okay, well, I guess not," Jen said uncomfortably, looking away. What a shithead, she thought to herself. But this shithead had just made her cum and still had his cock inside her. The thought made her feel like a cheap slut.

Zack didn't notice the change in her mood. He still couldn't believe he was with her. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. It was like fucking a movie star! He reached up and cupped her tits. She'd always looked flat chested, and cupping her confirmed it, her tits were less than a handful. 

Wanting to get him off fast, Jen gave him a sultry look. She took one of his hands and sucked his fingers, making him shudder with excitement. She began moving up and down on his cock. She'd gotten more accustomed to his girth, so now it didn't hurt as much, but it felt just as good.

"Tell me the truth, you fuck around don't you?" he groaned. 

Jen sensed correctly that he'd cum faster if she talked dirty, so she said in a throaty voice, "Yeah, I cheat on Mike."

"How often?"

"Once or twice a month," she said with a sexy grin. "Sometimes more."

Zack looked admiringly at Jen, as if feeling he'd stumbled upon a kindred spirit. "Pretty girl like you, you must have your pick of guys."

Jen closed her eyes, her head rolling back as she felt another orgasm approach. "I guess," she breathed.

"You ever fuck guys with cocks as big as mine?"

"Sometimes – longer," she gasped between pants. "But not – not as thick!" Jen came again, and the spasms of her pussy around his cock pushed Zack into his orgasm too. Jen bucked on Zack as he convulsed in orgasm, like riding a buckling bronco. Again she collapsed on his chest, and they panted in each other's faces as they came down from their orgasms.

Zack wrapped his arms around her and she let him, but when he tried to kiss her she pulled away. "I said no," she said. 

He grinned smugly. "You also said you'd only blow me."

"Well –" Jen began, but she didn't finish her thought. She pulled away. His cock was softening but he was still thick. It slowly pulled out of her pussy and made a "pop" sound as it popped out. Jen grabbed her clothes and went into his bathroom. She wiped the wetness of their sex from between her legs and around her pussy. She had to wipe gingerly around her pussy as it felt sore. She put her clothes back on. Then she used Millie's things on the sink to brush her hair and fix her makeup. She put her hair back in a ponytail. She took a last look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. Again she looked like a proper wife. She wondered if Mike could tell she was freshly fucked.

She left the bathroom. Zack still lay on the sofa, completely naked, his penis obscenely thick (even though it was soft). She found her flats and stepped into them. "You won't say anything, right?" she asked, reminding him of his promise.

"My lips are sealed," he said smiling. He reached behind her and squeezed her ass. "Let's do this again."

She pulled away from his hand. "No, this was a one-time thing."

He scowled at her. "Why, I'm not good enough for you?"

Jen didn't want him angry, because then he might go back on their deal. Her face softened and she ran her hand across his cheek. "No Zack, you're wonderful," she soothed. "But we live next to each other. It's too dangerous." Seeing his expression soften, she lightly kissed him on the lips to seal their deal. She gave him her best smile. "Still friends, right?"

His scowl continued for a moment, then her looks melted him and he gave her a crooked grin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Friends." Jen embraced him briefly, and then rushed back home.

To her surprise, Mike was waiting for her when she opened the door. He must have parked in the garage when she wasn't looking. She tried to hide her surprise. 

"Where were you?" he said. His tone wasn't accusatory, but he looked her up and down. 

Jen considered telling him the truth, but she guessed that fucking their next door neighbor might be crossing the line, even for her kinky husband. "Just talking to the neighbors," she said. 

Mike seemed satisfied with her answer, and kissed her. She wondered if he could smell Zack in her hair, or taste him in her mouth. She'd planned to douche before going out, but now she wouldn't have a chance. She scoffed silently, thinking of that morning. Maybe later that evening Mike would like her better that way, with a load of another man's cum inside her.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 09



A week later Jen woke up from a restless sleep. Mike had long ago left for work. She could hear Maria downstairs with the kids. 

Her body felt terrible. The cravings were really bad today. She'd finished the new cocaine four days ago. The old cocaine -- the stuff she kept in the shoe box -- didn't seem to have the same potency with her, and it was almost all gone anyway. Her hands shook as she tried to brush her teeth. She desperately needed a good hit. She looked in the mirror -- she looked terrible -- but she didn't care. The only thing she could think about was getting a good hit. If she got something good everything would be better.

She knew she had no choice. Tyrone terrified her, but her cravings were so strong. It would be okay, she just had to be careful, she couldn't disrespect him like before, before she'd done that he'd always treated her nice, okay there'd been that time with Bob and Jeffrey but really it hadn't been that bad, she just had to be really careful around Tyrone and nice to him, she could do that, she felt manic, her thoughts jumbling together, but she knew what to do, what she had to do, call Tyrone, call Tyrone.

She held out until lunch, hoping she could deal with it, hoping she could will away the cravings, trying to remember how she was before she took drugs, before she had these cravings, and trying to will her body back to those times. But then the kids did something, it was minor really, but she had the shakes and felt frenzied inside, and she yelled at them, and before she knew it she slapped her daughter across the face, and her little girl cried and ran to Maria like she was her mother, and she pressed her head in her hands, she had to do something, she had to call Tyrone, she had no choice, she had to call Tyrone.

Upstairs in her bedroom, Jen dialed Tyrone, her hands shaking both from fear and her cravings. "Hi Tyrone, it's me, Jenny," she said when he answered, doing her best to keep the quiver from her voice. "Can I come over to your apartment? You're at Ecstasy? Oh .... Well, um, can I meet you there? About an hour, is that okay? Okay, um, see you soon."

Jen dressed as fast as she could. She needed to see Tyrone, she needed a hit, something really good. Looking in her closet, she reluctantly settled on the "freezes over" dress. That's what she and Mike playfully called it. He bought it for her a few years ago, but it was so daringly short, low cut and tight that she'd playfully told him she'd wear it "when hell freezes over." She wore it for Mike once (in their bedroom), but since then it'd been hanging unworn in her closet.

She paused, not wanting to wear the dress. She knew what Tyrone would want from her, but she didn't care, she just needed a hit, something to make the cravings and anxiety and despair go away, to make her feel good again. So she pulled out the freezes over dress and laid it on her bed.

Then she hurriedly did her hair and makeup. She put on a garter belt and rolled stockings up her legs. Her hands were shaking so bad she couldn't attach the garter snaps to the stockings. She almost cried in frustration, but finally she managed to do it. She didn't bother with a bra or panties. A bra wouldn't work with the dress, and she knew what Tyrone would want, so why wear panties. She squeezed herself into the dress, and put on 4 inch stiletto heels. She knew what Tyrone would want, and she didn't care, she'd give it to him as long as he gave her took care of her.

Maria looked disapprovingly at her, but Jen didn't care. She had the good sense to put on a long coat and she called a taxi instead of trying to drive herself. The taxi driver hungrily oogled her in the rear view mirror during the entire drive into the city. Finally they arrived at the Ecstasy club. Only as she approached the door did she pause. But she had no choice, so she took off her coat and went in.

Unlike last time, Ecstasy was crowded with people, most of them black men and a lot of girls. This wasn't the Stallions crowd, she'd never seen any of them before. Every head turned when she walked in, and despite the terrible state she was in, she felt fear from all the black men looking at her. This was where she'd been raped after all, by Tyrone and his black henchmen. 

The girls turned to look at Jen too. They didn't like the way she'd immediately gotten so much attention from the men. They whispered to each other about how slutty Jen was dressed, especially in the middle of the day. Her dress was so tight you could easily see the dents made by her nipples, and the bumps of her garter belt. She looked like a prostitute, especially with the fuck-me-pumps she was wearing. Many of the girls whispered disparagingly that Jen's dress was too tight. The dress was tight on Jen even when was at her sleekest and firmest. But now, after gaining weight, the freezes over dress did nothing to hide the bulges around her tummy, ass and upper thighs. In fact the revealing dress emphasized the imperfections in her body.

Despite all that, the men still salivated at the sight of Jen. Part of it was her gorgeous movie star face and thick luxurious blonde hair. But a lot of it was the dress. When a painfully hot girl with a perfect tight body (the way Jen used to be) wears a dress like that, she's sending the message "I know I'm hot and you have no chance to get into my pants." But when a pretty girl with a not-so-firm body (the way Jen is now) wears such a tight dress even though it shows all her bulges and other imperfections, she's saying "I need it bad -- make a pass at me and I might suck your cock and let you cum on my face."

Jen didn't see any faces she knew and her nervousness grew, while at the same time her knees and hands trembled from drug withdraw. Then she saw Tyrone walking up to her. At first the sight of him scared her. But he had a friendly smile on his face and his arms out to embrace her. He hugged her, and even though he'd done terrible things to her, Jen felt comforted by his friendly greeting in this sea of strangers.

Tyrone led her to his table, away from everyone else. "You don't look good Jenny," he said, concern on his face and in his voice.

"I don't know what's happening to me," Jen said, tearing up. "I feel terrible."

"When was your last hit?"

"Almost a week ago."

"Oh baby, you should have called me sooner," Tyrone said in a soothing voice, squeezing her hand reassuringly. He opened a small wooden box. Inside were vials and needles. "This is the stuff you took last time. It'll make everything good again."

Jen looked scared. "Can't I just have some coke?" she asked in a little girl's voice.

Tyrone looked thoughtful. "Sure, if that's what you want," he said obligingly. "But is coke still doing it for you?"

Jen looked unsure. "The old stuff doesn't seem to do anything. But I liked the new coke you gave me."

He looked apologetic. "Baby, I'm all out of that," he said. He pointed at the box. "You take this shit, and as soon as I get more of the new coke I'll give you some." He was lying of course. He had bags and bags of the new cocaine stashed in his apartment and the back room of Ecstasy (he owed the place). But he wanted Jen completed addicted to drugs, and he knew if she took more heroin even the new coke wouldn't do anything for her anymore.

Jen felt unsure, but she nodded anyway. She let Tyrone teach her how to inject herself. Following his instructions, she pulled up her sleeve and injected herself with the powerful liquid drug. Immediately her world turned wonderful. "Oh my," she sighed, her head rolling back as the wonderful drug made all her worries go away. It was like clouds opening up and sunshine beaming down on her. It was happiness where before there was despair. She felt like herself again.

"You look better now," Tyrone said with a smile and friendly pat of her hand. He closed the box and handed it to her. "Here you go now. And next time you call me before you run out."

Jen looked surprised. "You don't want me to stay?" she asked awkwardly. She'd expected him to want sex with her (or something worse).

Up to that moment Tyrone had been treating her like a platonic friend. His face changed, and he gave her a lecherous, hungry grin. "I wish I had more time, you look stunning today," he said. Under the table he squeezed her thigh. "You look absolutely fantastic in this dress. But I have a meeting to go to."

Then he got up and held out his hand, helping her out of the booth. He escorted her through the bar. She was glad he did, as the men looked at her like they'd rape her if given the chance, but none of them dared approach with Tyrone at her side.

Tyrone hailed a taxi and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and suddenly she was back in a cab going home. But unlike her ride to Ecstasy, now she felt wonderful, nothing bad had happened, and she was holding a box full of more goodies. She couldn't believe how easy it'd been!

Her pussy ached though. As always, the hit got her horny, and heroin aroused her more than coke. She thought of calling Darius, but it was too late for that. She didn't have enough time to see him (even for a quickie) and still get home before Mike got home for work. She could always have sex with Mike tonight, but she knew that wouldn't satisfy her. She tried to cheer herself with the possibility of hooking up with Darius or another Stallion tomorrow, but that didn't help her now. She was so horny she was tempted to jump on the Mexican taxi driver who repeatedly looked at her in the rearview mirror.

As the taxi pulled into her driveway, she saw Zack walking into his house. He was a typical middle age man. Not ugly, but not handsome either. He wasn't terribly out of shape, but his body was soft and he had a big beer gut. She'd never thought of him as anything but her middle aged neighbor, and certainly had never had sexual thoughts about him. That is, until the other day.

Before getting out of the taxi, she put on her coat. She paid the taxi, but instead of walking into her house she walked over the Zack's. She rang the doorbell, thinking of an excuse if Millie opened the door.

But it was Zack who opened the door. He grinned when he saw here. Jen looked over his shoulder into the house. She didn't see Millie. She opened her coat slightly, letting him see what she was wearing. Any neighbors who might be looking would only see her talking to Zack in her long coat. Zack's grinned grew excitedly when he saw what Jen was wearing. 

"Is Millie here?" she whispered.

He shook his head, his eyes greedily looking her body up and down. "No, still at her sister's." 

"Well, are you going to invite me in?" she asked. He hurriedly moved to the side and she stepped in, closing the door behind her.

She threw her coat over the sofa and he stared at her. He couldn't believe Jen was in his house again. And the way she looked! He'd never seen her dressed this way! A wet dream come to life! Jen silently stood in front of him, letting him get an eyeful of her, like a queen letting her subject worship her.

Finally he asked, "Do you want a drink?" His throat was dry and he was so excited he found it hard to talk.

"No," Jen said. She pulled up her dress, shocking Zack. He gawked at the sight of her stocking tops, garter belt, and pantyless pussy. "I want you to fuck me." She turned and bent over the sofa. She arched her back like a porn star, giving him a good look of her upturned ass. "And hurry, I don't have much time." 

Chapter 18

Jen pulled up her sleeve and injected herself with heroin. The pinch of the needle hurt at first, but the euphoria and ecstasy that immediately followed made it worth it. It always took her a moment to collect her wits after taking heroin. She closed her eyes and tried to get her breathing under control, holding onto the countertop for balance. Finally the initial rush passed, and she opened her eyes and released her grip on the basin. But the feelings of wonder and bliss remained, and they'd stay with her all day. She felt wonderful!

But she only had two vials left. She picked up the phone to call Tyrone. It was getting easier to call him. She'd gone back a few times now for re-fills, and each time he'd been friendly and nice. He gave her whatever she wanted, and typically she came home with both heroin and the new cocaine. She liked heroin better, it made her feel incredible. Coke didn't seem to do much for her anymore (even the new coke), so she stopped asking Tyrone for it.

But she didn't call Tyrone. Tonight was her night to party with the Stallions. She knew Tyrone would be there, so she'd get more stuff from him there.

She dressed and went into the den to kiss Mike goodbye. As always, he looked both melancholy and excited. "You're going to be with Darius?" he asked.

"You know I will be," she said with a flirty smile. Then she whispered into his ear, "Admit it, you'd be disappointed if I didn't end up with him tonight."

Mike smiled sheepishly. He moved his hand up his wife's leg, feeling the straps of her garter belt under her mini-skirt. He knew that by the end of that night Darius would be running his hands up his wife's legs. Jen saw hurt and anxiety in her husband's face, but also a tent in his pants. She inwardly sighed. "I'll see you later," she said, pulling away from his hand. At the last moment, feeling guilty, she leaned back in and gave him a quick kiss.

Jen waited outside the club for her dance instructor Teri. Teri arrived and the girls kissed each other hello. "I can't wait to meet your friends," Teri said excitedly. 

"We call them Stallions," Jen giggled. She gave her friend a quick up-and-down look. Teri had a voluptuous body, and she knew how to show it off. The plunging neckline of her tight blouse showcased her fleshy cleavage, and her short skirt emphasized her lean dancer's legs. Teri had a pleasant face, but you wouldn't call her pretty. Still, with her tight young body and outgoing personality, Jen knew she'd be popular with the Stallions. Feeling anxious and insecure about her own body, she reluctantly curled her arm into Teri's and led her into the bar. "Come on, I'll introduce you around," she said with a forced smile.

"Hey babe," Darius said as Jen approached. He grabbed Jen around the waist and kissed her, but his eyes looked over her shoulder at the newcomer. Jen noticed. "This is my friend Teri," she said feeling uneasy. 

"Hi Teri," Darius said, giving her a long look, focusing mostly on her ample chest. The three sat down at a table with Darius in the middle. He turned towards Teri and talked to her. Jen started feeling like a third wheel when she felt Darius's hand on her leg, moving up her thigh and under her skirt. She parted her legs slightly to give him easier accessed. Her face went hot as his hand traveled higher up her skirt.

Breathing hard, Jen glanced over at Teri. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes partially glazed over. Jen realized that Darius was also playing with Teri. The bastard, he sure works fast, Jen thought to herself. She squeezed her legs shut, pushing Darius's hand away. Darius didn't seem to mind, as now he had both hands to play with Teri. Angry and hurt, Jen stood and walked away. Almost immediately she ran into Tyrone.

"Hey Jenny," Tyrone said. He looked over Jen's shoulder at Teri. "Who's the new girl?" Tyrone asked.

"My friend Teri," Jen answered. Although still feeling put off by Darius, she had something she needed from Tyrone. "Um, Tyrone, can I come by and pick up more stuff?"

"Sure, sure, come on back," he said distractedly, still looking beyond Jen at Teri. Darius and Teri stood up to go dance. Teri pushed her skirt down and smoothed it as she stood. Nice tits, Tyrone thought to himself. He watched as Teri danced, his eyes on her ample chest. It was pretty clear her tits were fake. They didn't bounce at all as she danced. But she was a tall girl so her big tits, while clearly fake, still looked good on her.

Tyrone remembered Jen, still standing next to him. "Come on, my shit's in the back," he said with a chuckle.

In the back bar (reserved for Tyrone), Tyrone loaded a small box with a number of vials, then he added a bottle of red and blue pills. "What are those?" Jen asked.

In answer, Tyrone handed a red pill and a blue pill to Jen. "Something special for you," he said with a big smile. 

"I'm high already," she said looking wary. "I shot up just before coming here."

Tyrone nodded reassuringly. "This cocktail will blow you away. It's better if you're already high." He handed her the 2 pills. She didn't want to take it, but she didn't feel like she had a choice, so she warily put them in her mouth and swallowed.

After a few moments, Jen's body began tingling as rapturous waves of euphoria washed over her. "Oh -- my -- god," she sighed, her head rolling back. "What is this?" she asked awestruck holding up the bottle.

"It's fucking expensive, that's what it is," Tyrone said laughing. He sat down into a booth and pulled Jen down next to him. The motion caused her skirt to ride high up her legs. He looked down and ran his fingers along her garter straps. "You've got fucking great legs, have I ever told you that?"

"Oh, you think so?" Jen said with a flirty smile, feeling extra playful and flirty from the drugs. She demurely crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt. "You don't think my skirt is too short, do you?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"Not short enough more like it," he said with a grin. He reached out and cupped her tits. "I hear you're getting new ones of these."

Jen gave him a playful scoff. "Typical man. All you care about are big breasts."

"The bigger the better," Tyrone joked back. He motioned at the main bar. "Like your friend Teri."

The drug induced euphoria cushioned against any sting Jen might otherwise feel from Tyrone's words. Instead, she giggled. "So you think I should get double Ds?"

He nodded. "You'd be every man's wet dream."

"I'm already every man's wet dream," she said with a playful smile. Pulling her blonde hair behind her neck, she lowered her head to his lap and wet down on him.

Chapter 19

(A few weeks later)

Veronica pulled Jen aside. "Jen, honey, are you expecting?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with thinly veiled amusement. 

"What? Of course not!" Jen said, pulling away from her neighbor.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Veronica said, coughing to hide a giggle. "It's just, well, you look like you've gained weight."

Jen mumbled something, detaching herself from Veronica as fast as she could. She felt like crying. Was it that noticeable? She'd even worn a loose fitting dress. She glanced back, and saw Veronica giggling with other neighbor wives across the room. Were they all laughing at her?

"What's wrong Jen?" she heard behind her. Jen turned and saw it was Lilly, another neighbor. 

Jen scowled at Veronica and the other neighborhood wives. "Veronica just asked if I was pregnant. That was so mean. I hate these neighborhood parties sometimes. People can be so mean and petty."

Jen expected sympathy from Lilly. After all, asking a woman if she was pregnant was a major no-no, every woman understood that. But she didn't get it. Instead, Lilly said in a judgmental voice, "Well, you bring it on yourself, you know." 

"What?" Jen said, so surprised she practically took a step back.

"A lot of times I see you walking around in leotards and tights --"

Jen didn't know where this was going, but she interrupted to defend herself. "That's because I take dance class." 

"I know, I know," Lilly said impatiently. "But you also wear short skirts and high heels." She waved her arm around the room. "You don't see anyone else dressed like that, do you? And I've seen the things you wear under your skirts. It's hard to miss sometimes when you cross your legs."

"What are you saying?" Jen said feeling dumbstruck. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 09



Lilly crossed her arms, looking annoyed. "I'm saying we're tired of you showing the rest of us up. We're tired of you flirting with our husbands. If you want to dress and act like a slut, do it someplace else."

Jen's face grew red with shock and anger. She pointed at her outfit, a loose peasant dress that ended close to her ankles and black flats. "You think this is a slutty outfit?" she asked sarcastically.

"You're only wearing that because you've gained so much weight," Lilly said, her malicious smile revealing how much she enjoyed the insult. 

Jen couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought these neighborhood wives were her friends. "I can't believe you're being so mean," Jen said, feeling her eyes tear up. "I thought you were my friends. What do you do, talk about me?"

"Don't act so innocent," Lilly hissed, unmoved by Jen's tears. "We've seen you go out at night dressed liked a slut, and come home late, your clothes barely on. We've seen you with different men. I don't know what games you're playing, but we don't need any of that in this neighborhood."

Jen couldn't stand to hear anymore. She rushed away and went outside. Only then did she let the tears come. She wrapped her arms around herself, her body trembling in anguish. She didn't know what to do. She felt lost and distraught. In desperation, she reached into her purse, frantically searching. Then she felt them, in the zippered pocket. She pulled them out, and in the light from the kitchen window she saw them -- blue and red pills. She'd resisted taking any since that first time with Tyrone, afraid at how wonderful they'd made her feel. But now she swallowed them without hesitation, and the pills immediately began working with the heroin she'd shot up her arm earlier that day.

Almost immediately life was good again. Better than good, it was wonderful. Her head rolled back, and as blissful euphoria washed over her she opened her eyes and saw the starlit sky, and she thought how beautiful and wonderful it looked, how beautiful everything was, how wonderful life was. 

She wiped her tears away with her hand. Using the light from the kitchen she fixed her hair and makeup. Through the kitchen window she could see the entire party, although of course they couldn't see her because of the light difference. She saw Lilly, still talking and laughing with the other neighborhood wives. Millie had joined them, and they were all gleefully listening to her. Jen knew they were talking about her. But now it didn't bother her. Life was good again.

She looked at the group of neighborhood wives. The wives ranged from early to mid-30s (like Jen) to Millie, the oldest in her mid-50s. They all looked dumpy, women who no longer cared about how they looked. Jen knew it was mean to think that, but she wasn't in a charitable mood. Her eyes focused on Lilly, who at 30 was the youngest of the group. She had a cute face with a short bob of blonde hair, but after having two kids she'd let herself go, the most generous description of her being pleasantly plump. 

She turned to go back in and almost stumbled into someone.

"I'm sorry," the man said. Jen saw it was Kyle, Lilly's husband. "Oh, hi Jen," Kyle said as he recognized her. Jen didn't know him well, other than he was shy, and appeared happily married to Lilly. Jen suspected Kyle had a crush on her, as she often caught him looking at her. As if confirming her suspicions, Kyle seemed to get nervous and looked shyly away.

Kyle had a cigarette in his hand. Clearly he'd left the party for a smoke. What Jen did next wasn't planned. It wasn't premeditated or a conscious decision. Instead, it was like something snapped in Jen's head. 

"Can I have one?" Jen found herself saying.

"Oh, sure," Kyle said nervously. "I didn't know you smoked." He put the cigarette in his mouth so he had both hands free to get another one.

"You don't have to light another one," she said. She reached up and took the cigarette from his lips. "We can share this one." She took a long drag, the entire time looking into Kyle's eyes. Then she purposely blew the smoke into Kyle's face, acting like it was an accident. Kyle coughed, and she took the opportunity to step closer and put her hand on his chest. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said rubbing his chest as if in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, blushing at Jen's closeness and her hand on his chest. Jen realized they'd never been alone together before, and certainly had never stood so close to each other.

They were so close her breasts almost touched his chest, and she didn't step away. "Are you really okay?" she whispered, continuing to rub his chest.

"Uh -- well --" Kyle said awkwardly. With her hand on his chest, Jen could tell his heart was beating rapidly. Kyle looked away as if embarrassed and not knowing what to do, and Jen took the opportunity to glance down. His pants were tented with a hard-on.

"Here," Jen said, putting the cigarette to his lips. As she did the back of her hand softly brushed across his cheek. She felt his body shudder.

The end of the cigarette was covered with her red lipstick, and it immediately rubbed off onto his lips. She giggled, and raised her hand again to his lips. "We better do something about that, I don't think Lilly would like it," she said as she sensuously rubbed her fingertips across his lips. "That's better," she said after all the lipstick was gone. "It tastes like strawberry you know," she added, and then pressed her finger between his lips. He eagerly sucked her fingertip like a nipple.

"Did you taste the strawberry?" she whispered, pulling her finger away yet leaning even closer to him.

"Yeah, ah --," Kyle said awkwardly, feeling guilty about being so close to another woman. Obviously trying to change the subject, he blurted out, "You take dance, don't you? Tammy's starting dance this year."

"I'm sure she'll love it," Jen said, knowing Tammy was his 5 year old daughter. She stepped away, and Kyle looked both relieved and disappointed. "She'll learn how to do this," Jen added. With her hands she pulled up her skirt until it was mid-thigh, then did an elegant pirouette. "Maybe Lilly could teach her."

Kyle's eyes were on Jen's long shapely legs. His eyes lingered on her feet. She wore ballet flats with satin ribbons that tied up her ankles and lower calves. "Do you think Lilly could teach Tammy how to dance?" Jen repeated. She pressed the tip of her foot against his ankle, as if prompting him to answer, although conveying much more than that. 

Kyle seemed unable to speak. "No," he finally said, his voice hoarse with excitement, his eyes looking guilty. "She can't dance -- not like you."

"Not like me?" Jen said, and she raised her skirt higher so now her lacy stocking tops came into view.

Kyle's eyes bulged at the sight, his cock so hard it hurt. "Jen ..."

"Not like me?" Jen asked again, stepping closer to him.

Kyle retreated until his back pressed against the kitchen window. Jen stepped closer. "Lilly's not like me?" she repeated, their bodies so close Kyle could feel Jen's breath on his face.

"No, she's not like you," Kyle finally answered.

Jen leaned closer, pressing her body against Kyle's, pressing her leg against his hand so he could feel her lacy stocking top. "Lilly's not as pretty as me?" she asked, glancing over Kyle's shoulder through the kitchen window. She could clearly see Lilly, still with the other wives.

"No she's not," Kyle admitted, his face flush with excitement, his hand tentatively caressing her thigh over her stocking top. Then he realized his betrayal. He pulled his hand away and said, "Please don't tell her I said that!"

Extending on her tip toes, Jen whispered into Kyle's ear, "Don't worry, I can keep a secret." Then she reached between their bodies and ran her hand over Kyle's crotch. "Big boy, aren't you?"

Kyle moaned at her touch. "God Jen, we can't do this, Lilly's just inside, so is Mike!"

"Mike doesn't matter," Jen said dismissively.

"But Lilly ..."

Jen unzipped Kyle's pants and reached in, wrapping her hand around his shaft and making him gasp. "I'll make you forget about her." Jen got down on her knees and took him into her mouth. He was long but not thick, so she easily swallowed him.

Kyle groaned at the feeling of his cock in Jen's mouth. "Oh god, oh god, I can't do this, I'm married ...."

Jen took him out of her mouth but her hand was still around his shaft, slowly stroking him. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked. Looking into the kitchen window, she could still clearly see his wife Lilly even as she stroked her husband.

Kyle's face contorted with a rush of emotions, including guilt and lust. In the end his lust won out. "No, don't stop!" he begged. 

Jen smiled. She stood up, facing the window. She pulled up her skirt again, this time until it gathered at her waist. "Fuck me Kyle," she said looking back at him over her shoulder.

Kyle didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled her panties down and then bent at the knees, using his hand to position his cock. Then with a quick upward movement he plunged into Jen's pussy. She grunted and moaned with the sudden sensation of fullness. "Yeah, that's good, fuck me!" she moaned.

Facing the window, Jen watched Lilly as Kyle fucked her. I'm fucking your husband, she thought to herself.

Kyle could see Lilly too. "We shouldn't be doing this, Lilly's right there," Kyle said guiltily, but he didn't stop stroking in and out of Jen's pussy.

"Stop thinking about her."

"I can't."

Jen pulled away. She heard him groan as his cock fell out of her. Quickly turning around to face him, she guided his cock back into her pussy while at the same time wrapping her leg around him. "Fuck me," she urged him, putting her arms around his neck and pulling his face to hers. She kissed him, and he didn't hesitate to kiss her back as he began moving in and out of her again. 

As they kissed, she edged a hand between their bodies and unbuttoned her dress (it buttoned up the front). She pulled the cups of her bra down freeing her breasts, then pulled his head down. He eagerly sucked and fondled her bare tits as he continued to fuck her. As he did, Jen turned her head and looked at Lilly through the kitchen window. As Kyle fervently sucked her nipples and fucked her pussy, Jen watched Lilly through the window and smiled triumphantly.

A few moments later Kyle came. With his lust sated Kyle came back to his senses. "I can't what we just did," he said, hurriedly fixing his clothes, guilt and regret in his voice and face. "I've never cheated on Lilly before."

Jen softly stroked his cheek. "It's all right."

"No it's not!" he said pulling away from her hand. "I just cheated on my wife! I've never done that before! Do you know she's pregnant?"

"Oh," Jen said as she adjusted her clothes. I guess that's why Lilly looks so fat, she thought spitefully to herself. "Well, don't worry about it," she said somewhat flippantly. "People cheat all the time."

Despite his guilt, Kyle intensely watched as Jen fixed her bra and re-buttoned her dress. "You cheat on Mike?" he said, finally able to pull his eyes from Jen's bosom.

"Of course," Jen said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

Kyle gave Jen a long, inquisitive look. Then he hurriedly rushed back to the party.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 10



Chapter 20

Jen woke the next morning with a terrible headache. She drank water and took Advil, but even after the headache went away she felt terrible. She'd acted like a cheap slut seducing Kyle. She felt dirty and ashamed. 

Her body started to shake and she hugged a pillow, but shakes wouldn't go away. Life seemed dreadful. She knew what would make her feel better. With trembling hands, she injected heroin up her arm. She anxiously sat on the edge of the bed, head cradled in her arms, waiting for the euphoria and bliss. But they didn't come, and after a few minutes she started to panic. How could she make it through the day feeling like this? Her body shook again, worse this time, anxiety and dread sweeping over her. "I can do this!" she swore determinedly. After a few minutes she managed to pull herself together. 

She took off the t-shirt and panties she'd worn to bed. Walking to the shower, she glanced into the mirror and abruptly stopped. She looked horrible! She'd gained so much weight around her belly, ass, hips and upper thighs. She remembered the cruel things the neighbor wives had said to her last night. The shakes returned and she collapsed to the floor, weeping, hugging her knees to her chest.

She crawled to her dresser and opened her lingerie drawer. She took out the bottle of blue and red pills, hidden under the flimsy bras and panties. She opened it with quivering hands and swallowed a pair into her mouth. She gripped the edge of the dresser, praying for the pills to make her feel better. After a few minutes it finally came, the wonderful euphoric feelings of ecstasy, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling much better, she walked back to the shower. She swayed a little as she walked; she always felt tipsy when she was high, like being a little drunk. She looked into the mirror again, and felt better now about what she saw. Okay, maybe she wasn't as thin as before, but her legs were still long and shapely, and her face still pretty. Clearly men still found her desirable. She thought of last night. She felt guilty about seducing Kyle, but the episode confirmed her desirability; it had been so easy to get him. And of course there was Zack. He clearly found her more desirable than his wife Millie. In fact, she knew she was prettier than all the neighborhood wives, and that made her feel better.

A few days later, Mike and Jen had just put their kids down to sleep when Jen's phone rang. She looked at the caller id – it was Tyrone. "I'll just be a minute," she said to her husband, walking into the den for privacy. She brushed her hair behind her ear and said, "Hello? Tyrone?"

"Hey Jenny," Tyrone said. "I need you to do me a favor. You remember Bob and Jeffrey? They're in town and want to see you."

"You mean tonight?"

Jen could practically hear Tyrone frown. "I've never said no to you, have I?" he said, an impatient edge in his voice.

No, he hadn't, Jen had to admit. He always gave her drugs whenever she asked. And she hadn't missed the edge in his voice, causing the chill of fear to run up her spine. "Of course I'll meet Bob and Jeffrey tonight," she said trying to sound cheerful.

"I knew I could count on you Jenny," Tyrone said, returning to his charming persona. "Wear something nice – how about that black dress from a few weeks ago?"

Jen knew the dress he was talking about -- the "freezes over" dress. She didn't want to wear it, but his request sounded like a command. "Okay," she agreed.

A little while later Jen stepped into Mike's home office. His jaw dropped when he saw her. "Wow," he said awestruck. "I'm betting you're not dressed up like that for me."

She gave him a tight smile. Sometimes his timidity got on her nerves. Any other husband would demand to know what she was doing. He just accepted she was going out. "It was a spur of the moment thing," she said, leaning over to give him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek. His pants were already tented, yet she saw the beginnings of an anxious expression on his face. She felt another stab of annoyance, and left before she said something she'd regret later.

As she rode to the city in a taxi, she felt uneasy wearing the freezes over dress. It didn't hide anything, showing the bulges around her tummy, hips and ass. The taxi driver stared at her in the rear view mirror. Even though it was dark and he couldn't see, she shifted in her seat and pulled down her dress, covering up the slight bulge of her upper thigh above the elastic stocking top. 

She also felt uneasy about being with Bob and Jeffrey again. When it was just Tyrone, she could convince herself she was partying with a friend, a Stallion. But with Bob and Jeffrey, she had to admit the truth, that she was trading sex for drugs. Feeling her anxiety grow, she reached into her purse for the small container of blue and red pills. She'd shot up heroin earlier that day but not taken any pills. She swallowed the pills, knowing she'd need them to calm herself and make it through the evening. She felt better after a few minutes, the drugs helping her to feel confident and sexy. Even wearing the freezes over dress no longer bothered her as much. She saw the taxi driver still staring at her, and she smiled at him.

Tyrone kissed her open mouth as soon as she walked into his Central Park apartment. "Fuck! You look hot!" he gushed looking at her, his hands running under her dress. 

Feeling punch drunk from taking the pills, she giggled and pushed his hands away. "None of that, I'm here for your friends, not you," she said teasingly.

Tyrone's face darkened. She yelped as he suddenly grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. He ran his finger across her cheek and neck. It reminded her of the knife he'd once threatened her with. "You're here for whatever I want," he said in a low dangerous voice.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jen said fearfully.

Tyrone's friendly smile returned and he helped her back to her feet. "Go fix yourself up and then we'll start the party," he said patting her behind.

Jen compliantly went into the powder room, her body trembling from fear. She tried to calm down but her body wouldn't stop shaking. But she feared staying in the bathroom too long, so she hurriedly fixed her hair and makeup, and then came out. 

Tyrone noticed the fearful quiver in her step. "Good," he thought to himself. "Jenny's a pretty girl, but she has to understand her place." 

He gestured her to come to him. She sat down next to him, nervously crossing her legs. The motion caused her short dress to hike up her legs, exposing the bottom of her lacy stocking tops. She moved to pull the skirt down but he stopped her, placing his large black hand on her thigh. His thumb softly caressed the lace. He'd always admired her legs, especially how they looked in stockings. "You look good in this dress. Always wear them this short."

"Well ... um ... okay," Jen said.

He ran his hand through her blonde hair. "And let your hair grow longer. Down to your ass."

"Okay."

Tyrone smiled, pleased with her obedience. "Show me some love before you go see my friends," he said.

He spread his legs, and what he wanted became clear to her. She got on her knees between his spread legs. She undid his pants and pulled them down his legs. He sighed as she wrapped her soft hand around his erection. Then he groaned as she took him into her mouth. 

Going down on him, Jen actually felt relieved and her fear lessened. Giving head was something she was good at, and she knew she could keep him from getting angry with her again by giving him pleasure.

Tyrone didn't last long, and after she swallowed his jizz, she got back to her feet, pulling her dress down. Tyrone watched as she reapplied her lipstick, and then he led her to the guest bedroom where Bob and Jeffrey waited.

The father and son were more confident and demanding with her this time. Maybe because this was the second time they'd had her. The father, Bob, walked around Jen like she was a piece of meat. "What have you been doing, spending all your time at an all-you-can-eat buffet?" he said, derisively slapping her ass.

Jen forced a smile, knowing Tyrone would get angry if she lashed out at Bob. "She's still pretty," Jeffrey said.

Bob took Jen's chin in his hand and moved her head back and forth, as if inspecting her. "Yeah, she is," he finally agreed, and then he pushed her down onto her knees. "Am I'm gonna fuck her pretty face," he said unzipping his fly.

Holding the back of Jen's head, he pushed his cock into her mouth, making her gag. He fucked her face so hard and fast that saliva and precum seeped from her mouth and down her chin and neck. A few moments later Bob grunted and came, shooting his spunk all over her face. 

Jen didn't even have a chance to wipe the spunk from her eyes before Jeffrey pushed hard on her back, forcing her down onto her elbows. He roughly pulled up her skirt up and spit onto his cock, and then forced himself into her ass. She cried in pain, tears coming to her eyes and mixing with Bob's spunk still dripping off her face. Jeffrey fucked her hard and then he twisted her around, stuffing his cock into her mouth and making her gag as he shot his spunk down her throat. She gagged and almost threw up as she swallowed it, some of it drooling out the corners of her mouth.

She heard Bob laughing. "I love ass-to-mouth action!" he said approvingly to his son.

All of this had happened in less than 10 minutes. Having seen enough (to make sure Jenny did whatever they wanted), Tyrone walked to the door. "Enjoy yourself," he said to Bob and Jeffrey, knowing the father and son had just begun their fun with her.

"Hey Tyrone," Bob called out to Tyrone. "Next time, get us a slut with bigger tits. And not so fat."

Tyrone gave him a "whatever" shrug, and then left.

Jen staggered from the bedroom 2 hours later, feeling used and humiliated. The father and son had fucked her repeatedly in all her holes, and she literally dripped with their cum. She went into the bathroom and collapsed, hugging her knees to her chest. She wept, feeling cheap and ashamed, like a worthless slut. 

She finally got up and tried to clean up, but her hair was matted with spunk, and her dress soiled with sperm and other sex juices. She didn't want to take a shower in Tyrone's apartment, and she didn't have any other clean clothes anyway, so she left the bathroom to go home, her body still quivering from the terrible demeaning experience.

She didn't want to see Tyrone, but he came out to meet her. "You okay?" he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Jen shook her head and jerked away from his hand, not wanting him to touch her. He was her real tormentor after all.

"No need for that Jenny," Tyrone said reproachfully. Then he handed her a pair of pills. These were green and yellow. "Take these, you'll feel better."

Jen looked warily at the pills, but the prospect of feeling better was too alluring. She took the pills and swallowed them. It took a moment, but then her body began tingling and rapturous euphoria gushed through her. She couldn't believe how wonderful the pills made her feel, it was like the ordeal with Bob and Jeffrey had never happened. "Th-th-thanks," she stammered, her voice slurred from the drugs. She awkwardly moved towards the door. She wanted to go home, but she didn't know if Tyrone wanted anything else. But he made no move to stop her, so she left.

Mike was still awake when Jen got home. He wanted sex, but she begged off saying she was too tired. It was true she was tired, but really she didn't want to play her husband's games tonight. Jen took off her clothes and got into the shower. As she walked to the shower she swayed like she was drunk (drugs always made her feel that way), and when she spoke she slurred her words, but Mike didn't notice because of his lust (and he assumed she was drunk from alcohol). Jen fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, leaving Mike disappointed and frustrated. He got up from the bed and looked back at his wife. Assured she wouldn't wake up, he picked up her clothes and took them into the bathroom. He studied her dress, seeing how it was splotched with drying cum stains. Her stockings were laddered and the lacy stocking tops still moist with sex juices. He felt lightheaded as he put the dress to his nose and breathed in the pungent smell of another man's sperm. 

He took out his hard cock and wrapped one of Jen's ruined stockings around his shaft. With his hand stroking his cock over the nylon, he kept the dress to his nose, smelling the cum, fantasizing about how Jen had been fucked that night by Darius and probably other Stallions. Within moments his body convulsed and he added his cum to the silky nylon of the stocking. 

Mike moaned as he came, and Jen woke up. Her blurry eyes focused on her husband in the bathroom, his briefs down his thin pale legs and around his ankles, holding her soiled dress to his nose, her stocking around his small penis as he masturbated. She shook her head and rolled over away from him. Staring into the darkness, she wondered about her husband, and herself too.

The next day Jen felt guilty and, that evening, gave Mike what he wanted. She lied and told him she'd been with Darius. She told him Tyrone had joined in, and Mike got excited that she'd been in another threesome and been fucked by a black man. She suspected Mike would've been beside himself with excitement if she'd told him she'd been with a father and son, but the truth bothered her to think about. Mike urged her to put on the freezes over dress and ruined stockings as she told him the story. She did so, even though it upset her to put on the soiled reminders of her demeaning experience with Bob and Jeffrey. Mike pushed her onto the bed and pushed the dress up around her waist, and then went down on her. He seemed as excited by the smell of dried sperm as her pussy. He managed to get Jen off, and then he got on his knees between her legs, masturbating as she told him again the made up story of how Darius and Tyrone had gang banged her. With one hand he played with himself, and with his other he caressed her stockinged legs, paying special attention to where they were laddered and the patches of dried cum. He didn't seem interested in fucking her, seemingly content to let her lovers have exclusive access to her pussy. When he came he shot his jism onto her dress and stockings.

A couple of weeks later Jen got dressed to go out and party with the Stallions. She desperately wanted to see Darius (especially when she was high, since drugs made her forget about the bad things and still got her horny). Part of her want to see him was to prove to herself she was still desirable. It'd been weeks since she'd last seen him, and in that time he hadn't called even once. What decided it for her was the drugs. She was running out and needed to see Tyrone, but she didn't want to go to his apartment (afraid of who else might be there). She could get more drugs from Tyrone at the bar, and it'd be safer to see him in a public place.

She took extra care picking out what to wear. Stockings, a garter belt and high heels, of course, and no panties. She decided to wear a padded bra, hoping that bigger breasts would draw attention away from her not so petite waistline (Dr. Ambrose was so busy her boob job was still months away). She picked a loose blouse and skirt to hide her bulges. The skirt was new, and shorter than she normally wore. She remembered Tyrone's preference, and she wanted to keep him happy for the drugs (and she also feared him and didn't want to cross him). Anyway, she knew her legs were her best feature, that and her pretty face (she covered up the growing lines around her eyes and mouth with heavier makeup). She shot up heroin and took a pair of blue and red pills (her second time that day). The blue and reds weren't as good as the green and yellows, but she didn't have any of those (apparently they were very expensive). She closed her eyes enjoying the familiar punch drunk high spread through her. Feeling the wonder produced by the magic drugs, she looked in the mirror and smiled, pleased with how she looked. "I'm still hot, I'm so going to enjoy Darius's big cock tonight," she thought confidently to herself. 

Luckily Mike was working late, so she didn't have to see him before going out. She knew she had to humor her husband, but it was always the same and it was growing tiring. She kissed her kids goodnight and waved to Maria as she left, not wanting to deal with her judgmental nanny. Walking to the taxi she felt a little unsteady in her high heels (drugs always made her feel drunk). 

Little did Jen know that Millie and Zack were looking at her through their window (they'd seen the taxi arrive). "There she goes again!" Millie said contemptuously. "My god, do you see how short her skirt is, it barely covers her ass! She looks like a cheap whore!"

"Yeah, you're right," Zack said agreeably, his cock stiffening in his pants.

There was a long line to get into the club. She went to the front of the line as she always did. "Where do you think you're going?" one of the bouncers said looking her up and down.

"I'm meeting my friends inside," Jen answered.

The bouncer waved at the long line. "So is everyone else," he said dismissively. He routinely let the super hot girls cut the line. This MILF had a pretty face and nice legs, but she wasn't super hot. "Go wait in line like everyone else."

Jen's cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she heard laughs from the people in line. "I was just here last month," she said, her whisper coming out like a plea.

The bouncer shrugged uncaringly. "Back of the line," he repeated. A young girl in the line yelled, "Hey old lady, the back of the line is that way." That caused more laughter in the line. Jen heard some other girls say "Can you believe how short her skirt is? What a slut!"

Jen felt like crying. In desperation she reached into her purse and pulled out some money, offering the bills to the bouncer. "Can I go in now?" she pleaded. The bouncer looked at the bills in Jen's hand. He shook his head dismissively, seeing they weren't nearly enough to cut the line. Jen heard more laughter from the people in line. Just then she felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned and saw it was Teri, her dance instructor.

"Hi Jen," Teri said, looking at the money in Jen's hand and taking in the situation. Then she looked at the bouncer. "She's with me."

The bouncer looked Teri up and down. She wore a body-hugging dress made of lycra that showed off her flat stomach and the rest of her tight body. It had a plunging neckline that showcased her big firm breasts. The dress came down to about mid-thigh (short, but not as short as Jen's), revealing her lean dancer's legs. It took the bouncer only a moment to see that this new girl was a super hottie. "Go on in," he said. Shrugging, he added, "I guess your friend can go in with you."

Teri looked Jen up and down. Even though she'd helped Jen, she acted cold and standoffish. Without saying anything more, Teri walked into the club. She walked right in, but Jen was stopped by another bouncer at the door. "Forty bucks," the bouncer said. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had to pay a cover, certainly not since partying with the Stallions. Her cheeks growing red again, she quickly paid the bouncer, hoping Teri hadn't noticed.

Jen made her way through the crowded club, finding the Stallions and their girls in their usual spot, at the center of the club. Teri was already there, sitting next to Darius. Her heart leaped at the sight of him, and she felt herself getting wet. He was so incredibly gorgeous! She couldn't wait to get him into bed!

She approached him but he got up with Teri before she got there. They moved towards the dance floor. She stood awkwardly next to the big table, as none of the other Stallions offered her a seat or even approached her. She felt relieved when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she saw it wasn't a Stallion, but Christy. 




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"Haven't seen you in a while," Christy said.

"Yeah, I ..." 

Christy frowned at Jen, looking into her eyes. "Are you drunk?"

"No, I ..." Jen stopped speaking, realizing she was probably slurring her words. She hadn't had a drink yet, but the drugs always made her a little drunk.

"You're high again, aren't you?" Christy said scornfully. "Tyrone is back there, in case you're wondering." Then she walked away without another word, leaving Jen standing alone again. 

Christy was immediately surrounded by Stallions. Jen knew them all of course, and she tried to make conversation, but after giving her a quick up and down look all the handsome men moved on to talk to other girls. She didn't know what was wrong. She was still as pretty as ever, and her skirt was shorter than any of the other girls. Why weren't they surrounding her and giving her lustful looks as they always had in the past?

Finally Darius came back to the table, with Teri possessively holding his arm. "Hi Darius," Jen said cheerily, stepping in between them and replacing Teri at his arm. Teri scowled at Jen but she got the message and stepped away. Teri wasn't alone for long, though. Seeing his opportunity, Kyle pulled her to him and they left laughing back to the dance floor.

Darius glared at Jen. He'd been about to take Teri home for a long fuck session, but now because of Jen she was off with Kyle. He was in lust with Teri's tight body and big firm tits. Her face wasn't anything special, but from the neck down she had it all, and she could fuck and suck all night long.

"What do you want Jen?" he snapped, looking beyond Jen at Teri dancing with Kyle.

Jen ran her finger along the buttons of Darius's shirt. "I was hoping we could get together tonight." 

Darius shook his head, noticing her glazed eyes and slurred speech. "You're fucked up, aren't you?" Not interested in wasting any more time with her, he moved away towards the dance floor. Teri had grinded against him earlier and gotten him hard, and now he intended to give the slut what she deserved.

Jen grabbed his arm, stopping him. "What do you want?" he growled.

Jen felt the sting of Darius's angry reply, but she pushed on. She gave him a seductive smile and leaned into him. "I missed this," she said rubbing his crotch. She was pleased to see he was hard, not knowing that his erection was because of Teri, not her.

"Jen, you're fucked up," he said, dismissively pushing her hand away. He moved towards the dance floor again but Jen grabbed his hand.

"Wait!" she cried, and she pulled his hand under her skirt. Her skirt was so short he immediately felt the lace of her thigh highs and straps of her garter belt. "I wore this for you," she said, smiling seductively and pressing the pointy toe of her high heel into his ankle. "You like that?" she said rubbing his hand over her thigh.

Darius looked down. She still had great legs, he'd give her that. And he got a charge from her wearing the micro-mini, it was so short it made her look desperate for cock. He couldn't believe how much she'd changed since he'd met her. Now she looked like a cheap, drug addicted whore, and he knew that's what she was. 

But tonight he wanted to fuck Teri, not Jen. In addition to having a killer body, Teri had an on-again/off-again boyfriend, and he knew the boyfriend had finally gotten off the fence and asked Teri to marry him (Teri hadn't given him an answer yet, mostly because of her fling with Darius). He was enjoying fucking with Teri's emotions (as well as her tight body), just as he'd done with Jen and countless other girls. Teri was almost under his spell. He'd asked her to move in with him, and he relished the thought of Teri telling her boyfriend that not only was she not going to marry him, she was breaking up with him and moving in with another man. Of course, he'd dump Teri soon after that happened, but that was thrilling too, looking into her face as she realized what she'd lost. No, there were more exciting things to do than fuck Jen. Sure, it'd be fun to add another tape to his "the ruin of Jen" collection, but he had a feeling that they'd be time for that later.

"Maybe some other time," Darius said to her, pulling his hand away. Without another word he walked away towards Teri. She glanced at the table. The Stallions hadn't noticed her conversation with Darius. They were more interested in picking some hot pussy to fuck tonight. But the girls around the table had watched it all and were smiling cattily at her. "Not so hot any more, are you Jen?" they seemed to be saying to her.

Trying to retain some of her dignity, she turned and walked away. Soon she found herself in the backroom, with Tyrone and his entourage. Tyrone smiled appreciatively when he saw her. "Fuck that's a smoking hot dress!" he gushed.

Jen beamed inside. Finally a compliment! "Thanks," she said, sitting down next to him. She felt her skirt hike up to just below her pussy, knowing her thigh highs and garter belt were fully revealed, but she didn't adjust her dress, she wanted him to see. 

As if on cue, Tyrone ran his hand over her thigh. "Damn Jenny! You're gonna give me a heart attack!"

Jen smiled and batted her eyelashes at him, as if saying "who, little innocent me?" Just then a loud commotion came from the Stallions and the girls at their table – they were doing sex on the beach shooters and it resulted in a lot of groping and laughing. Jen's smile disappeared and her face soured.

Tyrone read her expression and squeezed her thigh. "Not so popular anymore?"

Tyrone's matter of fact statement stung. "No," she admitted.

Tyrone shrugged. "Look at all those girls, Jenny. What do they all have that you don't have? Big tits, that's what."

Jen knew it was true. Okay, she'd gained some weight. But she was still pretty, prettier than all those other girls, especially that bitch Teri. And her legs were the best too, she knew it. But men – especially hunks like the Stallions – liked girls with big breasts. "I'm getting a boob job but my doctor's so busy," she said. 

"Fuck that," Tyrone scoffed. "I know a fine doctor and he can see you tomorrow. How big are you going?"

Jen remembered her appointment with Dr. Ambrose. She was an A cup now, and Dr. Ambrose had said the biggest she should go was B/C. Otherwise she'd lose sensitivity in her nipples, and it wouldn't look natural. But she wanted bigger than that, she just didn't know how big. Still, she didn't want to talk about it with Tyrone, it was private.

When she didn't answer, Tyrone said, "You need to go D at least."

Jen's cheeks reddened, embarrassed to be talking about this with him. Anyway, she knew D would be too big. At most she could go a C cup, or maybe C/D. She looked away from Tyrone, not wanting to talk to him about this.

"Fuck, whatever," Tyrone scoffed when she turned away. He wanted her to go big. With big D cup tits to go with her pretty innocent face, long lush blonde hair and great legs, he could really do some good shit with her.

Jen could tell Tyrone was angry, and that was a bad thing. She was scared of him. But also, he was her only source for the drugs she needed. She needed to get more drugs from him tonight, her stash was almost all gone. She thought about going down on him, after an orgasm he would probably be willing to give her some.

Just then Darius and Teri walked in, laughing like a happy couple, their arms around each other. "Hey Tyrone, can you set me up with some good shit?" Darius asked, handing over some cash. He hoped to get Teri fucked up tonight, and get her inked with a tat, the way he'd done with Jen. He'd brand Teri as his and make her wimp of a boyfriend cry when he saw it.

Teri held onto Darius possessively. He was so dreamy, the hottest guy she'd ever been with, and so great in bed! She felt guilty about cheating on her boyfriend, but maybe they weren't perfect for each other the way she used to think. She was confused right now about her feelings, and it would be so easy to fall in love with Darius. He was so good looking and had such a great body, and he clearly loved her, he'd pleaded with her to say no to her boyfriend's proposal and instead move in with him.

Teri glared at Jen. She didn't like the way Jen had pulled Darius away earlier. She knew Darius and Jen had hooked up in the past, but Jen was married, and anyway she was old news, I mean, look at her, she'd let herself go, she was practically a fat cow now, and a drug addict too.

Jen looked at Teri, hating herself for feeling envious. She had Darius and that tight body, and those big breasts. Her dress was so tight her breasts were practically spilling over. 

Teri saw Jen looking and arched her back, making her breasts look even bigger. She hugged Darius even closer and gave her former friend a spiteful smile, as if saying "he's mine, and with your itty-bitty titties you'll never again have a hunky man like Darius."

After Darius and Teri had gone, Jen looked at Tyrone and said, "Maybe you're right. What's the name of that doctor?"

A few days later, Tyrone called Dr. Sengupta. "Has Jenny called you yet?"

"Yes, yes," Dr. Sengupta answered nervously. They did a lot of business together. Dr. Sengupta introduced his patients to Tyrone when they needed "pain medication," and he got a lucrative kickback. But Tyrone scared Dr. Sengupta. He remembered how Tyrone's henchmen had practically killed a man who owed Tyrone a lot of drug money but couldn't pay.

"I did what you told me to do," he said quickly. "I put her ahead of everyone else. In fact, she's scheduled for tomorrow."

"Good, good," Tyrone said. Dr. Sengupta was relieved to hear the pleasure in the drug dealer's voice. "How big is she going?" Tyrone asked.

"I did just as you instructed," Dr. Sengupta said. "I convinced her a D cup would suit her perfectly."

"I've changed my mind," Tyrone answered. "I want Jenny to be a double D." 

Dr. Sengupta frowned. Even a D cup was too large for Jenny, given her body frame. It wouldn't look natural, and she almost certainly would lose sensitivity in her nipples. Double D would be even worse. But Dr. Sengupta wasn't going to disagree with Tyrone. What did he care about a cheap drug addicted whore anyway? "Yes, yes, if that's what you want, I'll of course do that," he readily agreed.

"Good," Tyrone said. "One more thing. I want you to inject that shit into her lips to make them fuller. You know what I mean? Use the permanent shit, not the kind that's temporary. Make them full like Angelina Jolie, you got me?"

"Ah, yes, of course," Dr. Sengupta said. "But this might delay her treatment. I'll need to consult with her on the lip enhancement treatment and the larger breast size. She might have concerns, especially on the double D size. She was already concerned about a D cup, I'm sure she'll be very concerned about double D."

Tyrone scoffed derisively. "What are you, a fucking idiot?! You don't need to consult with her! She's my bitch, you do what I say!"

Dr. Sengupta knew it was a violation of his ethical duties, but he didn't like hearing Tyrone angry. Again, what did he care about Jenny, she was just a cheap drugged out whore. "You're right of course, absolutely right," Dr. Sengupta hurriedly said, "I apologize, of course we'll continue with the procedure tomorrow."

"Good," Tyrone said. "And one more thing. Make sure to send her home with a bottle of the green and yellow pills."

Dr. Sengupta frowned. The green and yellow pills were incredibly addictive, especially when taken with heroin, and had ruined many lives. But again, why did he care about a cheap whore, even a pretty one like Jenny. "Of course, I'll definitely do that," he agreed compliantly. 



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 11



Two months later ...

Jen felt nervous about tonight. She hated these neighborhood parties. She hadn't socialized with her neighbors since that last time, when she'd fucked Lilly's husband Kyle. That was enough to make her nervous. But also, she hadn't spoken to any of her neighbors since getting her boob job. Given the reaction she got the last time she'd spoken to the neighborhood wives, she wasn't looking forward to this evening. 

She did her hair and makeup, her hands shaking a little. They always shook a little nowadays. She knew it was the drugs.

She picked up the lacy white bra and looked at it for a moment. It was heavier than her old bras, which looking back she realized had been little more than wisps of lacy fabric. Now, of course, she needed something more substantial to hold her breasts. Not that they needed holding up. Despite their large size they didn't sag at all. But if she didn't wear a bra they'd jiggle and her nipples would show. So she pulled her arms through the bra straps and then reached back and snapped the clasp. She immediately felt the weight of her new breasts on her shoulders from the bra straps. It was another reminder of how big they were. But really, the only reminder she needed was to look in the mirror. 

They were huge, DDs. Since getting them, she always felt like she was tipping over. When nude, they didn't look natural on her small frame. They didn't look natural when she was dressed either. What she'd found since the operation, though, was men didn't care if they looked natural, they just liked big tits. So that was good, right? 

She managed to get on her blouse and skirt before the shakes started. Not just trembling hands, but her whole body. She knew what was coming, the anguish, the despair, the misery. She quickly reached into her lingerie draw for the pill bottle. She took out a green pill and a yellow pill, and pressed them into her mouth. Her breathing calmed down, and her body stopped shaking. She felt better, a lot better. She loved the way the drugs made her feel! 

Looking into the mirror, she liked what she saw. Her thick wavy blonde hair was longer now, almost down to her ass. Her face was still very pretty. Her big DD tits stretched her blouse, straining the buttons. Her knee-length skirt showed off her shapely long legs. Okay, maybe her hips and ass weren't as slim as before, but with her big tits it wasn't as noticeable. 

On a whim, she decided to put on sexier lipstick, so she put on hot pink wet lipstick. Jen went back and forth about whether she liked her new fuller lips, how she felt typically depending on whether she was high or not. The fuller lips didn't take away from her pretty looks at all. They gave her a younger, pouty look. Dr. Sengupta said she'd signed off on the lip treatment, and on the larger DD breasts too, and he showed her a paper with her signature. Could she have signed the paper and not remembered, maybe when she was high? In the end, he agreed not to charge her anything, so what could she do? (he didn't want Jen to sue him, and anyway he made a lot of money from his arrangement with Tyrone). 

Satisfied with the wet look of her pouty lips, she looked herself up and down, stopping at her feet. Smiling, she flipped off the flats she wore and put on high heels. Her skirt hid the thickness of her upper thighs while revealing her knees and calves which remained perfect, and they looked even better with high heels. 

She smiled looking into the mirror, the drugs helping to make her feel confident and sexy. She knew the neighborhood wives like Veronica, Millie and Lilly would disapprove of what she was wearing (thinking it too sexy), but screw them! She had a great body and there was nothing wrong with showing it off, and if their husbands couldn't tear their eyes from her then that was their problem, not hers.

Entering the party, Mike and Jen immediately ran into Lilly and Veronica. Their eyes ran up and down Jen, going from her fuller lips, big breasts and what she was wearing.

"Wow, Jen, what a -- pretty blouse," Lilly said staring at Jen's chest.

"Yeah, ah -- is it new?" Veronica said, her eyes flitting between Jen's chest and lips. Before Jen could answer, the 2 neighborhood wives giggled and scampered away.

Jen's cheeks blushed red. Seeing his wife's distress, Mike hurriedly got 2 martinis. Jen swallowed it down as soon as Mike handed it to her. "Another one please?" Jen said handling the glass back to Mike.

"Are you sure you want another so fast?" Mike said concerned, already hearing Jen slur her words. But he knew it wasn't due to just the drink, he knew she was taking drugs too.

"Mike, just get me another one!" Jen snapped. "Oh, never mind, I'll get it myself!" she said annoyed, walking away. Despite the sting of his wife's rebuke, he couldn't help notice how every male eye turned her way as she walked to the kitchen. It had always been that way with Jen and men's attraction to her, and that was one of the reasons why he liked going to these neighborhood parties, the way the other husbands obviously lusted over his wife. Of course, Jen had handsome men like Darius wrapped around her finger, she wouldn't give these ordinary neighborhood husbands the time of day.

The kitchen was empty when Jen walked in. She looked through the bottles but didn't see any vodka. 

"What are you looking for?" a voice behind her said. She looked back and saw it was Zack.

"Do you know if there's any more vodka?"

Zack smiled and reached for the cabinet behind her. He purposely brushed against her back and she felt his thick shaft rub against her ass. The memory of his thick cock made her shiver. Having retrieved a new bottle of Grey Goose, Zack made her a Cosmopolitan, looking her up and down as he did. A lecherous smile was on his face. "God you're fucking hot!" he whispered. He stared at her big chest like he wanted to eat her (which he did). "I think about the times we fucked all the time, and now you look even better! Any chance we could do it again?"

Jen scoffed and took the martini from him. "You don't waste any time, do you Zack?" she said in a chastising voice, but inside she was pleased by his admiration and lust of her. Besides, she had enjoyed fucking him, and at that moment her pussy was tingling with horniness (drugs always made her hot). She gave him a smile and brushed her hand across his crotch. "Maybe the next time Millie is away --" she whispered suggestively, and then like a cock tease she walked away.

As she did she ran into Lilly again. This time Lilly was with her husband Kyle. They were both smiling at each other, and Kyle was lovingly rubbing Lilly's pregnant stomach. They looked up when they saw Jen approach.

"So when are you due?" Jen asked Lilly, purposely being extra friendly. She felt bad about seducing Kyle at the last neighborhood party, and seeing them like this (a loving husband dotting on his pregnant wife) made her felt even more slutty and guilty.

"This month actually," Lilly said sourly at Jen. Then Lilly's face took on a catty look. "So Jen, is it hard to walk with those two big fake things on your chest?" Lilly gestured sneeringly at Jen's feet. "Especially when you wear those fuck-me shoes?"

Jen was speechless, which made Lilly gloat even more. Just then Lilly heard Millie call her name. "Honey, can you get me a glass of water?" she said rubbing Kyle's arm, giving him a quick kiss. Then with another sneer at Jen she walked back into the main party room.

"I don't know why she hates me," Jen said with a troubled look on her face. "I've never done anything to her." Then Jen remembered what she'd done with Kyle. "I mean --"

"It's okay," Kyle quickly answered, his voice low but reassuring. "I'm just as much to blame. She doesn't know what happened, of course." He looked Jen up and down, his cock growing in his pants. "I think Lilly hates you -- I think all the wives hate you -- because they don't look like you."

Jen looked at Kyle sharply. His compliment surprised her, considering how loving he'd just been to his pregnant wife. Kyle seemed to read Jen's mind, and said, "I know it's terrible, but I can't stop thinking about you."

Jen looked away, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Kyle, Lilly's about to have your baby."

"I know, I know," he said, guilt on his face. But there was something else there too, and Jen saw it -- desire. "Jen, are you -- I mean --." His throat was hoarse with lust. Looking around guiltily to make sure no one was looking or within earshot, he asked, "What are you wearing under your skirt?"

Jen couldn't help smiling. She knew the effect her legs had on men, especially leg lovers, and clearly Kyle was one of those. Reaching down, she pulled up her skirt just enough so her lacy stocking top showed. "Is this what you're wondering?" she whispered.

Kyle gaped at the sight, and began to practically pant. "God you're incredible!" he gushed. Once again he scanned around the room. Seeing no one close or looking, he feigned a confident debonair smile and whispered, "Feel like going out for a cigarette?"

Jen gave him a disbelieving smile. "Kyle, I never knew you were such a bad boy." She was tempted. Her pussy still ached from the horniness she always got when high. And she remembered that Kyle had a long cock. Not too thick, but definitely better than what she'd get with Mike later tonight at home. It was her turn to look around the room. Mike was nowhere around -- probably he was downstairs watching the football game. Then she saw Lilly, her face so happy with the glow of pregnancy, no doubt thinking about what a wonderful faithful husband she had.

Jen looked back at Kyle. "Where?" she whispered.

"In the garage, there's a workshop there," he said excitedly. He filled a glass with ice water. "I'll give this to Lilly, then I'll meet you there in 5 minutes."

A few minutes later Jen faced Kyle in the workshop. He moved to kiss her but she pushed him away. "Not so fast big boy," she said teasingly. 

She pressed her big DD breasts together with her hands, just like she'd seen big titted porno stars do in the x-rated movies Mike always rented. "You want these, huh?" she said sultrily.

"God yes!" Kyle panted, her eyes locked on Jen's chest.

With a flirty smile Jen slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Kyle's cock got even harder in his pants as Jen's lacy white bra came into view, her new breasts practically spilling over the soft lacy edges. "Is this better?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Jen beamed inside as she watched the happily married man drool over her new breasts. "I haven't even taken my bra off yet," she thought to herself. She let her blouse fall off her shoulders and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra. She teasingly held the cups in place and said, "Do you want to see them?"

"God yes, please!" Kyle begged.

Jen thought of that bitch Lilly. "I could take him away from you if I wanted, it would be so easy," she thought to herself. Then she let the bra fall from her breasts.

"Oh god," Kyle moaned. Jen's breasts were huge and magnificent and perfect. They looked even bigger, enormous even, because of Jen's slight frame. They gracefully swooped down to her nipples, which were upturned, and then filled out to form gloriously wonderful DD breasts. Dr. Sengupta had done a wonderful job of keeping the natural form, shape and slope of Jen's breasts, just making them a lot bigger.

Kyle reached out to touch them but Jen batted his hands away. "I said not so fast," she said, then ordered, "Get on your knees big boy."

Kyle got on his knees immediately. Jen pulled up her skirt and put her foot on his shoulder, the pointy toe of her high heel digging into his shoulder. She pulled her panties to the side. "Eat me first," she ordered him.

The sight of Jen's completely bare pussy (with just a trimmed blonde landing strip above her clit) had Kyle salivating. It was so differed from Lilly, who trimmed her thick pubic hair only when they were going to the beach, and not since she'd gotten pregnant. 

Kyle eagerly lapped at Jen's pussy, running the tip of his tongue up and down between her lips, rubbing the flat of his tongue against her clit. "Yeah, boy, that's right," Jen breathed, her excitement as much from Kyle's betrayal of his pregnant wife as his tongue on her clit. She put her hand behind his head and pushed against his mouth. "You love my body, don't you Kyle, don't you," she chanted, her eyes closed.

Kyle grunted assent, not taking his lips and tongue from Jen's love box. Although it felt good, Jen didn't think she'd cum from Kyle's tongue. She lowered her leg from Kyle's shoulder, breathing hard. Kyle wiped Jen's pussy juices across his sleeve. Jen pulled her skirt up around her waist. "Come on big boy," she taunted him. "You wanted this, didn't you? Come and get it."

Kyle didn't have to be asked twice. He eagerly pulled out his cock and bent at the knees to be at the right angle, and then he thrust hard upward, both of them grunting as his cock penetrated her pussy.

"Yeah, yeah," Jen moaned as Kyle fucked her with his long cock. She hadn't had anyone inside her except Mike since before her boob job, and she missed the feel of a big cock inside her. "Do you think my body's hot? Do you, do you? Do you love fucking my hot body?"

"Fuck yes! Yes, yes!" Kyle cried, beyond caring if anyone heard.

"You love fucking me better than your wife? Don't you? You love fucking me better than Lilly?"

"Yeah, yeah! Your body's made to fuck, a whore's body, a fucking cheap whore's slutty body!" 

"Wait, what?" Jen said. "What?" she repeated, pushing against Kyle's chest.

But Kyle was too far gone, he didn't stop. "You're a dirty slutty whore, I love fucking you!" Kyle cried. "Lilly's not dirty like you, she's not a dirty slut like you, you're made to fuck!" Then Kyle groaned and he came, pumping a huge load of his cream into Jen's pussy.

A few minutes later, as Jen fixed her stockings and pulled down her skirt, she asked, "What was that about?" She was annoyed both by what he'd said, and also she hadn't cum.

Kyle saw the annoyance in Jen's face but he didn't understand at first. Then he realized what she was talking about. "You mean the dirty talk?" He looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, I thought you liked that."

"Yeah, but ---." Jen didn't know how to explain what was bothering her. "Made to fuck? Cheap whore? What did you mean by that? You were playing right?"

Kyle didn't understand what Jen was getting at. Was this part of her game? "I don't know, I mean -- well, look at you," he said, gesturing at her chest. Then he realized how long they'd been gone. "Shit, I've got to get back!" He looked down, like a shy boy. "Maybe we can get together again?" he asked timidly. Giving Jen a weak smile, he did a half wave and then hurriedly left to go back to Lilly.

Jen followed Kyle a few minutes later, still feeling bothered. As she walked she could feel Kyle's spunk running out of her, he'd cum that much. Feeling the wetness on her thighs made her feel cheap and dirty. Also, her pussy still throbbed since she hadn't cum.

"Where'd you go?" Mike asked when he saw her.

Jen didn't want to deal with her husband right now. "I don't know Mike, where'd you go?" She snapped back. "I'm going home," she added, and Mike followed her.

The neighborhood wives were around the door. Lilly seemed to be the center of attention, which made sense since she was giving birth soon. Some of the wives rubbed her big tummy, and Kyle had his arm affectionately around her. Jen looked at him but he didn't return her look. Jen felt guilty, like a home wrecker.

Jen walked straight to the door without saying anything, wanting to get away. Mike said their goodbyes. Just as Jen opened the door, Lilly called out, "Bye Barbie."

"What?" Jen asked.

"I said bye Barbie," Lilly repeated, and then all the neighborhood wives giggled. 

Mike felt sorry for his wife. Because of her beauty, all her life she'd fought against the image of being a dumb blonde. But then, she only had herself to blame, what with getting such big breasts, pouty lips, and letting her blonde hair grow so long. In truth, she did look like Barbie.

Jen turned and hurried away, clearly upset. Mike rushed to follow her.

At home, Jen was near to tears as she undressed. She considered herself a classy lady. Yes she was pretty, yes she was sexy and desirable, yes she could wrap men around her finger, but she wasn't what Kyle called her, a "dirty slutty whore with a body made to fuck," and she wasn't a dumb blonde Barbie. But looking in the mirror, having undressed to just her thigh high stockings and high heels, she realized she did look like a Barbie, and thinking back to what she'd done with Kyle, and other men like Darius and Tyrone and Kyle (the Stallion), she knew she was a dirty slut.

Mike had forgotten about the Barbie comment. His eyes were on the moisture between his wife's legs. "Who'd you fuck?" he asked. He wasn't mad. If anything he was surprised, and definitely excited.

Jen scowled at her husband. She wasn't up for any of his games tonight. "I'm going to bed," she said, walking passed him towards their bed. She kicked off her high heels and began rolling the stockings off her long legs.

"You fucked someone tonight. Who?" It surprised Mike that Jen would give any of the neighborhood husbands the time of day, but what bothered him was not that his wife had fucked one of them, but that she hadn't immediately told them. After all, that was the quid pro quo of their game, right? She could screw whoever she wanted but she had to tell him about it.

Jen felt angry and impatient. "It was Kyle, okay?" she admitted angrily as she finished rolling her stockings off her legs. "You want to know all the details? Okay, here they are. He's got a big cock and I fucked him because otherwise I'd only have you to get me off tonight. And you want to know something else? Not only is his cock bigger than yours, but he can eat pussy better than you. So you're basically worthless to me. How's that, are you happy now?"

She looked down at Mike's crotch. He had an erection. She looked at him with contempt. "My god you're pathetic!" She threw her stockings at his face. "If you're horny you can get off with those tonight!"

She got into bed and pulled the cover high up, rolling over away from Mike. Mike heard her crying, but he knew better than to try to comfort her. Eventually he heard her regular breathing and knew she'd fallen to sleep. Feeling disgusted with himself, he wrapped his wife's worn stockings around his cock and masturbated, fingering the parts of the lacy stocking tops wet with Kyle's spunk.

Chapter 22

Jen felt terrible the next morning, but then nowadays she always felt terrible after waking up. She no longer hesitated. She immediately shot heroin up her arm, and took a pair of green and yellow pills. This was her routine now, and the drug cocktail always made her feel so much better.

After taking the drugs, it was like the party last night had never happened. She didn't have a care in the world. She was beautiful and had a sexy body, and men drooled when they saw her, especially when they imagined fucking her big tits or with her pouty lips around their cock.

She did feel bad about how she'd treated Mike last night. She called him, but he didn't answer. She shrugged. It didn't really matter, Mike was easy. Tonight she'd be nice to him, tell him all about how Kyle had fucked her. He'd play with himself as she told him how bad she'd been and then he'd be happy again.

Until then, she needed to take care of herself. Taking drugs and getting high always made her super horny. She crawled onto her bed, reaching into her nightstand for her dildo. The dildo was about the same size as Darius. She began by caressing her tummy and upper thighs, and then circling her pussy with her finger tips (but not touching her clit yet). She reached up and cupped her new breasts. Their bigness and fullness made her ecstatic, she'd always longed for big breasts. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 11



Her nipples tingled, but it wasn't a good tingle. She'd lost sensitivity there. It used to be, a touch of her nipple was like an electric shock of pleasure to her clit. Before her boob job, it hadn't been unusual for her to cum just by stimulation of her nipples. But now her nipples were mostly numb, and she could only feel a slight tingling. 

But she still had her clit, and she went to work on it. She put lubricant on the dildo and pushed the head inside her pussy. Then, moving the dildo in and out of her pussy with one hand, she rubbed her clit with her other. She fantasized about fucking Kyle last night, with his bitchy wife Lilly not 50 feet away. Then her fantasies turned to Darius, looking up into his handsome face as he fucked her with his glorious cock.

After 10 minutes of furiously rubbing her clit she stopped, frustrated at not having cum yet. After resting for a moment she rubbed herself again, starting slow. Out of habit she brought her other hand to her breast to rub her nipple at the same time as her clit. That always worked, working her nipple and clit at the same time, it always made her cum. At least it used to.

But as she touched her nipple, she felt the dull tingle, the numbness. She rubbed her clit faster and pinched her nipples hard, her frustration growing, but she couldn't cum, it was like the numbness of her nipples was like a barrier to an orgasm, like the desensitizing of her nipples also desensitized her clit. 

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since getting her double Ds, it'd been hard for her to reach orgasm. Last night she hadn't cum with Kyle. She felt like screaming in frustration! She was so horny, she needed the release of an orgasm. She tried again, concentrating and biting her lip as she rubbed her clit, giving up on her nipples and instead grasping the dildo and moving it back and forth, her eyes watering with tears as the more she tried the farther away an orgasm seemed.

At that moment, Mike was downtown in a Starbucks, looking into the distance as his coffee got cold. What was going on between him and Jen? She didn't seem to care about him anymore. Was she going to leave him for Darius? Clearly she loved Darius, and she was remaking herself to please Darius. First it was the tattoo. Then the bigger breasts and lips. That wasn't even counting all the drinking and drugs. 

In a way, he was relieved she'd had sex with Kyle last night. In a strange way it seemed to say that maybe she wasn't so committed to Darius that she would leave him. But why hadn't she told him about it, and why had she been so irritated and angry at him when he'd asked?

Mike was brought out of his reverie by a tap on his shoulder. "Hi Mike."

Mike looked up. It was Tina. He hadn't seen her in months. "Hi Tina, what are you doing downtown?"

"My divorce was finalized today, Bill and I signed the papers," Tina said. Suddenly she began to cry. "I'm sorry," she said when concern spread over Mike's face. "Bill was a real shit, but we were together forever -- I'm close to 40, I don't have a husband, I don't have any kids, I'm not sure what I'm going to do."

Mike immediately hugged her to comfort her. "Come on, it's not so bad," he said reassuringly. "First off, you've not close to 40. What are you, 35? You've got a long way to 40."

"And you know what else?" Mike asked, extending his arms so he could look at Tina. "You're a knock-out, you always have been, men will be standing in line to go out with you." Mike did think Tina looked great. A natural brunette, it looked like she had highlighted her hair, because it seemed lighter. She had large breasts, and they seemed perkier today (Mike didn't know Tina had gotten a lift a few months ago). Tina wasn't as pretty as Jen, but she certainly was attractive, and at least her eyes didn't have that drugged up glassy look like Jen seemed to always have nowadays. Tina's skirt was short and showed a lot of her legs, and she wore hose. Tina's legs weren't as slim and shapely as Jen's, but they were certainly good to look at.

Tina smiled at Mike's compliment, wiping her tears away with her hand. "I admit, I wore this dress today so Bill would see what he's missing." 

Mike grinned. "Did it work?"

"The bastard made a pass at me," she said with a scowl, but then she giggled. "So I guess it did work."

Then Tina noticed the unhappiness on Mike's face, and she sensed what it was about. "Jen's still dating Darius?"

Mike nodded, his eyes downcast. "More than ever. And taking drugs too."

"I'm sorry I ever introduced her to those guys," she said regretfully. "I'm sorry about the video room, encouraging Jen to go out more, everything."

"Don't Tina, it's not your fault. It's not even Jen's fault. It's my fault. You know how perverted I am. I'm the one who caused all of this."

Tina put her hand affectionately on Mike's cheek. "Jen's so lucky to have a man like you."

A couple of weeks later, Jen finished dressing. She felt nervous. She hadn't seen Darius or any of the other Stallions since before her boob job (she'd wanted to heal before seeing them), and she worried about what they'd think. Earlier that week she'd bought a new dress. Actually, since the boob job she'd needed all new tops and dresses because none of her old clothes fit with her new DD breasts. 

But this was a special dress by one of her favorite designers (Fendi). It had a tight scoop top, so it did a wonderful job of showing off her two new favorite assets. It flared out at her waist and ended at her knees, so it hid the weight she'd gained around her waist, hips and upper thighs, but showed off the rest of her shapely legs. Looking in the mirror, she loved how the dress looked on her. It had cost a small fortune and Mike had frowned when he got the bill, but the least he could do was buy her clothes that made her feel good about herself. 

Jen checked in on the kids (they were already asleep) and then went to see Mike. "I'm off," she said.

"You look great!" Mike gushed looking Jen up and down. He preferred the way his wife used to look, her slim ballerina body, but like all men he could appreciate big tits. Then he noted her glassy eyes. "You're high again, aren't you?" he asked in concern.

"Mike, just stop!" Jen snapped irritably. "I've told you, I'm fine!" 

"Okay, okay," Mike said soothingly, not knowing what else to say. "When do you think you'll be home?"

Jen inwardly sighed. She'd gotten tired and even irritated with the games he liked to play. She gave him a tight smile. "Late -- you shouldn't wait up." Then the doorbell rang and she turned for the door. "That's my taxi," she said, not bothering to give Mike a goodbye kiss.

Mike gloomily watched her go. He'd notice she wasn't wearing her wedding ring. She hardly ever did anymore. But, despite all his concerns, he felt himself getting excited. He felt disgusted with himself as his cock stiffened in his pants.

Riding to the city in the taxi, Jen felt a stab of guilt of how she'd treated her husband. But couldn't he understand she was nervous about seeing Darius and the rest of the Stallions? She was also going out of her mind horny, and that was adding to her frustration and irritation. 

She nervously rubbed her legs together, her nylons making a swish-swish sound. Her pussy ached, and she knew she was already moist down there. She thought longingly of Darius. She missed him, missed his wonderful body, missed his popularity, missed how it felt to be on the arm of a man everyone looked up to. She wanted him again, she wanted to be popular again, to be in the "in crowd." It hadn't gone so well the last time she'd seen him, all because of that conniving bitch Teri. She couldn't get over how Teri had betrayed her, after all, it had been Jen who had introduced Teri to the Stallions. 

But she knew Darius was fickle when it came to girls. Jen couldn't deny that Teri had a good body. But Teri wasn't nearly as pretty as her, and now Jen's tits were just as big as Teri's. 

Jen was confident she could win Darius back. She knew she looked good, especially in her new designer dress. Her face was just as pretty as ever, and sexier too with her fuller, pouty lips. Her legs were still great (even despite the thickness in her upper thighs), and now she had big boobs. 

She remembered how Darius had asked her to leave Mike and move in with him. She'd given that a lot of thought, and if Darius asked again she'd say yes. Of course, she wouldn't really move in with him. Instead, she'd spend most nights with him, and then go home during the days. Her kids were young enough not to notice. 

Mike wouldn't like it -- he was so conflicted about her relationship with Darius -- but he'd eventually agree, just like he always did with anything she wanted to do. More than any other man, she had Mike wrapped around her finger. All she had to do was bat her eyelashes at him, or flash a little stocking top, and he'd agree to do whatever she wanted. 

Just like the last time she was here, there was a long line to get into the club. She went to the front of the line and saw the same bouncer as last time. She sultrily looked up at him though her eyelashes. "Remember me?"

Jen was pretty enough that he did remember her. He looked her up and down, his eyes resting on her ample cleavage. But only super hotties got to cut the line, and this chick wasn't a super hottie. Her face, while pretty, revealed her age (the bouncer thought she looked like a young 40 -- he didn't know she was only 35). And while she had big tits, they were clearly fake (which was a big strike against qualifying as a super hottie), and the loose cut of her dress from the tits down were clear giveaways that she was hiding some wobbly flesh, definitely a no-no if you wanted to be a super hottie. 

The bouncer shook his head. "Back of the line," he commanded.

Jen heard laughs and catcalls from the people in the line. Three guys at the front of the line were particularly heckling her. They looked to be in their early 20s, maybe recent college grads. One was skinny with pimples all over his face. One was fat with long greasy hair. The third was fat and had a pockmarked face, and he smelled like he hadn't showered in a week.

Jen couldn't believe she was being jeered by losers like this. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one she knew saw her. It would be too humiliating if she got in only on the coat tails of someone she knew, like Teri last time. 

She got close to the bouncer. "Please!" she begged, whispering so only he could hear. "I'll -- I'll blow you if you let me in."

The bouncer looked Jen up and down again. It was pretty common for him to get propositioned like this. A lot of the girls in line right now would go down on him to cut the line, and almost all of them were a lot younger and had tighter bodies than this MILF. But this blonde chick WAS very pretty. And she had sexy pouty lips that gave her a slutty, Alice in Wonderland look. And she was desperate. He liked girls who were desperate. 

Making a decision, the bouncer motioned at another bouncer to take his place. Then the bouncer took Jen's arm. "Let's go," he said, moving so fast Jen almost stumbled in her high heels.

More laughs, shouts and catcalls came from the line. The deal Jen had struck with the bouncer was clear to everyone, especially the way the bouncer was dragging Jen into the club. It was humiliating, but Jen told herself that all would be okay once she had Darius's arm around her. Then everyone would see how popular she was. She'd be the homecoming queen again, she'd be the captain of the cheerleaders, she'd be the one everyone envied, and they'd be the ones kissing her feet to get any of her attention.

The bouncer shoved Jen into a small storeroom and roughly pushed her down onto her knees. "Hurry up, I don't have all day," he said as he pulled out his dick.

The bouncer's cock wasn't very large, which didn't match the rest of his body because he was a big man (well over 6 feet and very muscular). His cock was set in a thick patch of black pubic hair, and he smelt musty down there, attesting to the fact that soap and water weren't among his best friends. Jen wrapped one hand around his shaft and swallowed his cock head into her mouth. With her other hand she caressed the back of his thigh and his ass. She was pleased when she heard him moan, her ministrations having their intended effect.

She sucked and stroked him, using all her skills, hoping to get him off fast. After a few minutes, the bouncer pulled his cock out of her mouth. He lifted her so she sat on a tall box. "What are you doing?" she said surprised.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you!" he growled, pulling her dress up around her waist.

"No!" Jen cried as the bouncer shoved his cock into her pussy, taking her bareback. He fucked her hard, roughly groping her new DD breasts. "You think I'm sexy, right?" Jen asked as he fucked her and mauled her tits. 

"Sure, whatever," the bouncer grunted uncaringly, then he covered Jen's mouth with his, wanting to kiss her pouty lips, and thrusting his tongue down her throat. 

After it was over, to add insult to injury, the bouncer made Jen pay the cover before he would let her go into the club. After the bouncer finally left, Jen pulled down the skirt of her dress and went to the bathroom, her eyes watering with tears. Luckily no one saw her, so she had a few minutes of privacy to pull herself together. She pulled up her dress and did her best to wipe up the bouncer's spunk from her pussy and upper thighs. Then she straightened her dress. Luckily the bouncer hadn't soiled her new dress. Wiping away the tears, she fixed her hair and makeup. 

But her body shook with the humiliation and violation she'd just experienced. Needing something to pull herself together, she reached into her purse and took a pair of green and yellow pills. The pills calmed her down and she felt better, as if the bouncer had violated a different girl, not her. She left the bathroom, feeling high and at the top of the world again, but also feeling tipsy and swaying in her high heels.

As usual, the Stallions were camped out in the center of the club where everyone else could see them. She walked up to Darius. "Hi cowboy," she said with her drug enhanced confidence, her hand on his arm.

Darius turned. "Well, look who's here. Haven't seen you in a while." He looked her up and down, his eyes focusing on her chest. "I see you're the new and improved Jen."

Jen heard the interest in Darius's voice and glanced away, pretending indifference. She knew how to play this game. She looked around. "I don't see Teri."

Darius shrugged, keeping his eyes on Jen. "She's old news," he said dismissively.

Despite the coarseness of Darius's declaration, Jen's heart leaped. As she'd predicted, Teri (despite her big tits and tight body) hadn't been pretty enough to hold Darius's attention for long. Jen's spirits lifted because she knew she had a chance to get Darius back.

Jen didn't know that, at that moment, Teri was crying her eyes out. Weeks ago, Teri had moved in with Darius, breaking up with her longtime boyfriend Justin (who'd asked Teri to marry him). Screwing with other people's lives was Darius's thing, and it wasn't enough that he manipulated Teri into breaking up with her longtime boyfriend. For the past month he'd fucked Teri non-stop. He'd enjoyed it -- she had a great body (from the neck down) and was an energetic lover -- but mostly he'd done it to knock her up. Teri was allergic to the pill and relied on condoms. But in love with Darius and having moved in with him, she wasn't as diligent as usual and more than a few times she'd let Darius fuck her bareback, and Darius always took the opportunity to shoot his seed deep inside her fertile womb, hoping to impregnate her. Last week, Teri told Darius she was pregnant. Darius immediately got hard and fucked her. Then, the next day, he broke up with her. Teri was only now realizing what a scumbag Darius was, and how wonderful Justin had been. But her strong religious beliefs didn't allow her to get an abortion. How could she get back together with Justin while pregnant with another man's baby? Darius had planned all of this, of course, and he got hard whenever he thought about it. 

Trying to look confident but with butterflies in her stomach, Jen looked back and caught Darius checking out her cleavage. Emboldened, she said (trying to sound nonchalant), "Maybe we can get together tonight."

Darius smiled lustfully at her. "How about now?"

Jen's confidence and self-esteem soared! She WAS still hot and desirable to handsome men like Darius! "I haven't even had a drink yet!" she said merrily. 

"No problem, you get yourself a drink," Darius said. "I've got to talk to some people, then I'll meet you back here."

Jen frowned as Darius hurried away. In the past, he'd always gotten all her drinks. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten her own drink. 

She looked around and saw the other Stallions looking at her. "Look all you want, but you'll never get into my pants, you had your chance," she thought to herself. Then she saw the Stallions' girls looking at her and whispering to each other. "You're just jealous of me," Jen thought to herself. "Now I've got big tits to go along with my pretty face and great legs, I've got everything, including Darius."

One of the girls -- her name was Mandy, and she was about 23 -- approached Jen. "Still a party girl, huh Jen?" Mandy asked, noticing Jen's glassy eyes. She looked Jen up and down, and added cattily, "Nice dress though. Fendi, right? I'm surprised you had the money for it, after buying your new tits and lips."

Jen's eyes narrowed. "You're just jealous," she answered back.

"Yeah right," Mandy laughed derisively. She arched her back, as if showing off her young tight body in her body hugging mini-dress. She leaned closer to Jen and lowered her voice, but everyone close could hear. "Next time you get nicked and tucked, don't forget the liposuction."

Mandy triumphantly walked away and rejoined her friends, all of them laughing at Jen. Jen saw that Christy was in that group too, although she was frowning. Jen turned away, her cheeks red. "They're all just jealous," she told herself again. "I'm the one going home with Darius, not any of them."

Jen turned her back on the Stallions and their girls and went to the bar. She ordered a Cosmopolitan. Just then Tyrone came up beside her. "Where have you been Jenny?" he asked in a friendly voice. He looked her up and down, his eyes on her big breasts and full, pouty lips. "You look good, Jenny girl, real good. How about you and I do the dance tonight?"

"Um -- well -- I'm going out with Darius tonight," Jen said nervously, still afraid of the black drug dealer.

But her fears eased when he shrugged and smiled at her. "No worries, Jenny girl, maybe next time."

Jen smiled back, relief on her face. Feeling more confident, she said, "Um, Tyrone, I was wondering if, well, if I could buy things from you with money, you know, instead of ..."

Tyrone's face clouded. "You think you're too good to party with me, is that it?"

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying," Jen said hurriedly. She grabbed his armed and pressed herself against him. "I LOVE partying with you," she said in her most sultry voice. Then she stammered, "It's just your friends -- I mean, I don't --- I mean ..."

Tyrone grinned. "Okay Jenny, I get you," he said in a friendly voice. He reached over and grabbed Jen's ass. "Next time though, you're my date, you hear?"

"Of course," Jen said sultrily, again pressing her new big tits against his arm.

Tyrone reached into his pocket and showed her a plastic container of green and yellow pills. "You need some of these?"

Jen's eyes lit up. She did need some of the magic pills, she was almost all out. "Yes!" she said reaching for them.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 11



"Not so fast," Tyrone said, still smiling but pulling them away. "These will cost you five grand. The heroin will cost another grand."

Jen gawked at the price. Six thousand! She never knew it was so expensive. She knew Mike would pay for it -- he never questioned her about the money she spent -- but there was a limit to what they had in their savings account. She'd have to cut down some. But she needed the pills Tyrone was holding, because she only had a few left at home.

"I don't have that much money with me," she said uncertainly.

Still smiling, Tyrone said, "No worries Jenny. Your credit is good with me. You can pay me the next time."

Relieved, Jen took the pills from Tyrone and hurried away, wanting to spend as little time with the drug dealer as possible. She felt good about herself, though. She'd solved the Tyrone problem. Now, she'd be able to use money to buy what she needed from Tyrone, and she'd never again have to see Bob or Jeffrey or any of Tyrone's other "business partners." She'd have to have sex with Tyrone from time to time, but that wasn't so bad. Actually, he was pretty good in bed. 

Jen saw Darius with the other Stallions. She approached him. "Hey baby," she said rubbing his muscular arm.

Darius winked at the other Stallions, then leaned down and kissed Jen on her new pouty lips. As he did he reached between their bodies and cupped and fondled her new tits. Jen knew everyone was looking, but she didn't mind. This just proved how hot Darius was for her, and how much he wanted to get inside her pants. She wrapped her arms around Darius's neck and kissed him back, leaning into him and grinding her pussy against his crotch.

Darius abruptly pulled away, leaving Jen disoriented and panting. Laughter came from the Stallions and their girls, but in her disorientation she didn't notice. Darius downed his beer and put his arm around Jen's shoulder. "You ready?" he asked. 

"I'm always ready for you," Jen cooed, smiling and rubbing his chest. She felt his hard pecs and six pack stomach, and got even more excited for him. 

Darius led her across the bar into the back store room. Jen was a little surprised, but this wasn't the first time they'd fucked in a place like this. Clearly Darius was so hot for her he couldn't wait. No doubt they'd fuck once here, then go to his apartment for an all-night fuck session.

"You want some magic dust?" Darius said taking out a package of white powder. 

Jen hadn't done coke in months (preferring heroin and the pills), but why not? "Sure," she said. Darius snorted a line up each of his nostrils. When it was Jen's turn, she snorted two lines up each nostril. 

"Still a party girl, huh?" Darius said, impressed at how much Jen had snorted. He'd used the same words as Mandy, but Jen didn't notice. She was too busy enjoying the wonderful almost orgasmic euphoria caused by the coke.

"Wow," Jen sighed, her head rolling back. "Where did you get that stuff?"

"Tyrone, where else?"

"Wow," Jen repeated in awe, not knowing if the wonderful effect on her body was due to the cocaine alone, or combined with the heroin and pills she'd had earlier.

"Now I want to see these," Darius said, groping her tits.

"Okay, okay," Jen said giggling. She reached behind and unzipped herself, letting her new Fendi dress drop to the floor. She picked up the expensive dress and laid it aside, and then faced Darius and held out her hands. "You like?" she said with a smile.

Darius looked her up and down. Jen wore only a garter belt, stockings and heels. No bra or panties. Not that she needed a bra. Her brand new double D tits were firm and perfect and didn't need the support of a bra. 

Darius was a connoisseur of the female body, and he appraised Jen. Clearly she didn't have the same body as when they'd first fucked. Just a few months ago her body had been perfect -- slim and firm and soft in all the right places. Now, while still a fuckable MILF, she wasn't nearly as sexually alluring as before, and couldn't hold a candle to young hotties like Christy, Teri and Mandy.

Her huge double D tits were perfect, but they were way too large for her body and clearly looked fake. Some guys might like that, but for Darius it was a turn-off. She was still pretty, but she looked older now. When he first met her, Jen could pass for a young twenty-something. Now, her face was showing every one of her 35 years. Darius knew she was into hard drugs like coke (and rumor had it she was taking pills and heroin), so her ageing in such a short period of time didn't surprise him at all. He cringed at the thought of what she'd look like in another 6 months.

But her fall from a fresh faced, superhot beautiful blonde to a barely fuckable coke whore turned him on. Especially since he knew he had something to do with it. He'd ruined her for normal men like her wimp husband Mike, making her crave handsome men with hard bodies and big cocks. He'd encouraged her drug use, gotten her tattooed, and pushed her towards getting bigger tits (even though he personally preferred flat chested girls, the way she used to be).

He felt a little guilty over what he'd done. And as a connoisseur of the female form, he thought it a shame over how she'd loss her extraordinary beauty. But none of that prevented him from doing what he was planning to do tonight. After all, he needed to film the final chapter in his "ruining of Jen" series.

He fondled Jen's tits, and then pushed down on her shoulders. "I want to feel those lips around my cock," he said.

Jen smiled sultrily and looked up at him through her long eyelashes as she got to her knees. She unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. "I've missed this," she cooed as she wrapped her hands around his long thick shaft and licked his cockhead. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him, bobbing on his cock while stroking his thick and long shaft.

"Yeah, like that," Darius moaned. He had to admit, Jen had always been good at giving head. Looking down at her while she knelt in front of him was a turn on. Her big puffy lips around his cock looked really good. Her pretty face, framed by her blonde hair, had an innocent sweetness to it, but with her sexy new pouty lips, the sweetness mingled with slutty, and it was an alluring combination. 

"You really need it tonight don't you babe?" Darius said. When Jen moaned a yes (her mouth full of cock), he added "I bet you'd love more than one guy tonight, huh?"

Jen took Darius's cock out of her mouth. Continuing to hold his long shaft with both hands, she licked around his cockhead, and then breathed out, "That sounds so fucking hot." She WAS super horny right now, she hadn't had a good fucking or orgasm in months, and the thought of repeating the earlier threesome of her with Darius and Kyle made her lightheaded with lust. 

Jen swallowed Darius again, and after a few more moments he groaned and arched his back, and then his cock flooded Jen's mouth with cum. Jen managed to swallow it all, pumping his shaft for every last drop.

Darius pulled out of her mouth and Jen stood up, her heels sliding a little on the slippery floor. She ran her hands over his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Not yet babe, give me a minute to recover," he said pulling away from her hands. "Turn around and let me look at that sexy ass of yours. Yeah, let me see that tat I inked on you. Lean over and put your hands on the table. Your husband still love how I branded you?"

"Branded me huh?" Jen said in a playful voice. "I'm not so sure about that. Mike hated it at first because I got it for you, but now I think he likes it." She laughed. "Sometimes I don't know about him."

With her back to him and leaning down on the table, Jen couldn't see Darius gesture to the other people silently entering the room. Jen sensed a presence behind her, then felt a hard cock pressing against her pussy lips. "You're hard again so fast?" she said giggling again.

She grunted as the cock penetrated her. "I guess so," she moaned as the cock sank into her. 

"God I missed this!" she groaned as the cock penetrated her balls deep. She was a little surprised though, because he didn't feel as long and thick as usual. Maybe he was still recovering from the blowjob. The cock moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, jack-hammering in and out of her pussy. "Yeah, give it to me, fuck me, harder!" she cried.

She reached back to his chest, but what she felt surprised her. Instead of feeling Darius's well defined muscular chest, she felt a thin, scrawny chest. "What?" she cried, looking back. She was horrified to see it wasn't Darius fucking her! Instead, it was the pimple faced boy she'd seen in the line outside! His 2 friends were in the room too, the fat boy and the smelly boy!

The deception revealed, Pimple Face pulled out and turned Jen around, so they were facing each other. Before Jen could react, he lifted her so her ass sat on the edge of the table, then rammed his cock back into her pussy. "Stop!" Jen cried, pushing against his chest.

"Hold her arms!" Pimple Face said, and Fat Boy and Smelly quickly got on either side and held Jen's arms down.

Jen saw Darius recording them on his iPhone. "What are you doing?" she cried.

"You said you wanted a gangbang," Darius said laughing.

"I thought you meant you and Kyle!"

Darius shook his head, pity on his face. "Did you really think that Jen? Seriously? Face it, you're old news now."

Jen teared up at hearing Darius describe her the same way he'd described Teri. Just then, Pimple Face groaned and squeezed Jen's big tits hard, his cock exploding inside her pussy.

His body was still shuddering from post orgasmic shock when Fat Boy pushed him aside. "My turn," he said, pointing his cock at Jen's pussy and ramming himself in. With one thrust he was in balls deep, and Jen yelped because he was bigger than Pimple Face. He ran his hands over her body, her tits, her stocking legs, her chummy stomach, all the while ramming his cock in and out of her pussy.

Pimple Face and Smelly were on either side, groping and caressing Jen's body. Smelly took one of Jen's legs and licked her calf and slim ankle, turned on by her nylons, and he even licked up and down the stiletto of her high heel, like he was blowing it (clearly he was a leg man). Pimple Face saw what Smelly was doing and he shouted derisively, "Fuck, what are you a homo pervert?!" Both Pimple Face and Fat Boy laughed at their friend.

Jen stopped struggling and held onto Fat Boy's arms for dear life as he pounded her repeatedly with his big cock. He was so fat his bulging stomach pushed against Jen's chummy tummy as he fucked her. He leaned over to kiss Jen but she turned her head away. But Fat Boy turned Jen's head towards him (holding her head in both hands) and covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue down her throat. 

Jen's body began responding to the fucking. The big cock inside her was hitting her clit and g-spot, and there were so many hands caressing her everywhere. At first she fought against the pleasure growing inside her, but then she surrendered to it. She was so horny (and drugs always made her extra horny), and she hadn't been fucked good or had a good orgasm in such a long time. But before she could cum, Fat Boy grunted and lurched, and then he was shooting his spunk into her pussy.

Fat Boy pulled out, and it felt like a tease as his long softening cock slowly pulled out of her pussy. She was panting, and so was Fat Boy. There was a pause in the action. Pimple Face was half hard again but he wasn't ready for action. Having just cum, Fat Boy was soft. Smelly was rock hard, and he was bigger than Fat Boy. But Smelly seemed shy and embarrassed from the taunting his friends had given him a moment ago.

Jen could leave if she wanted to. Pimple Face and Fat Boy were spent, and Smelly was paralyzed with embarrassment. She could get off the table, put on her dress and leave. Just like that, she'd be out of this situation. She knew this. No one would stop her. 

But she didn't leave. She didn't even get off the table. Instead, she remained on the table, laying exactly as Fat Boy had left her, her legs spread wide apart and bent at the knees, her high heels flat on the tabletop. She was motionless, waiting.

Darius smiled, knowing exactly what was happening. "What are you waiting for?" he said to Smelly, still recording. "The horny slut wants you to fuck her. She's waiting for you."

"Yeah, man, fuck the old bitch," Pimple Face said.

"Yeah, fuck the cheap whore," Fat Boy added. "Look at her. She wants more cock."

That was all the encouragement Smelly needed. He got between Jen's legs and rubbed his thick cockhead back and forth between Jen's pussy lips. Jen moaned. He smiled lustfully. "You want my cock, don't you bitch!" he hissed, his confidence now fully restored. He rammed his cock into her balls deep, making Jen gasp. "You want this, don't you, you cheap whore!"

Smelly put Jen's legs on his shoulders, because he wanted to feel the nylon of her stockings rub against his neck as he fucked her. Jen groaned as he put her into this position, because it made his cock rub harder against her clit with each in and out thrust.

Smelly wasn't a good lover, he had no technique, he smelled like a sewer, but his cock was big and curved so he was hitting her clit and g-spot. "Oh god!" she groaned as her orgasm neared.

"Fuck!" Smelly yelled, and Jen felt his cock twitch in her pussy. He was about to cum!

"No, not yet, just a little longer!" Jen pleaded. She was so close!

Darius smiled at hearing Jen beg. A few months ago, she wouldn't have given these losers the time of day, none of the Stallions' girls would. But now she was begging them to fuck her. 

Smelly ignored Jen's pleas, and as he pulled back on an outward thrust, he moaned and paused momentarily, and then he shouted in passion and slammed back in, his cock jerking and exploding his hot cum into her already well used pussy. He jack-hammered in and out, each time shooting more of his cum into her.

The feel of him shooting inside her and his powerful in-and-out thrusts were enough to send Jen over the edge. She arched her back and her toes curled in her high heels, and she rejoiced as she finally reached an orgasm, the pleasure pulsing through her body. 

After cumming, Jen and Smelly gasped for breath. Their faces were inches from each other, and he panted his disgusted bad breath into her mouth, but Jen didn't notice. She was too high and relieved over finally reaching orgasm again (she hadn't been able to really cum since before her boob job). It wasn't a great orgasm, but at least she had cum.

She wasn't satiated yet, though. So when Smelly pulled out and another man took his place, she didn't object. The new man pushed into her messy pussy and pumped back and forth, and she raised her pelvis and pushed back in rhythm with his rapid thrusts. The new man mauled her big tits as he fucked her and ran his hands over her long stockinged legs. He didn't last long and Jen didn't cum again, but she still enjoyed the fucking. It was only after he shot his load into her and he pulled out that Jen noticed he wasn't Pimple Face, Fat Boy or Smelly. She'd never seen him before, a balding middle aged man in a cheap suit who looked like an insurance salesman.

Then the stranger was replaced by another man she'd never seen before, a paunchy Italian Guido type with jet black hair slicked back with a lot of cheap smelling hair jell. He pushed into Jen and soon he was pounded her pussy. Jen moaned and wrapped her legs around him, urging him to fuck her harder and faster. She was frenzy with lust and out of control, fueled by all the drugs she'd taken earlier. 

Guido pulled out and climbed onto the table and straddled her chest. He spit on his hand and then rubbed the spittle between Jen's breasts. Then he positioned his cock between her tits and squeezed them together, and then he pumped back and forth, and for the first time in her life she was getting tit fucked (before her boob job, her tits were too small for this). She didn't feel anything because her nipples were numb, and she felt empty and disappointed with no cock in her pussy, but that didn't last long because another man took Guido's place in her pussy. Soon both men were rocking back and forth, one between her tits and another in her pussy. 

Guido groaned and came, blasting his semen all over Jen's tits and face. A lot of male voices complained since they hadn't had their turn yet, and they didn't want to touch another man's spunk. Guido told them to fuck off and left. Another man got smart. He grabbed Jen's new Fendi dress (the only thing around resembling a towel) and used it to wipe off the spunk.

Some men pulled out a rollaway bed that the owner kept for times like this. Jen was hauled to her feet and pushed onto a man already on the bed. That men entered Jen's pussy with Jen on top of him, and then another man got behind her and penetrated her asshole. Jen grimaced in pain at the sudden, unexpected intrusion. But before she could complain, a third man pushed his cock into her mouth and began fucking her face.

Up to now, Jen had been in a drug and lust induced frenzy, like an out of body experience, only partially aware of what was being done to her. But having three men using her at the same time brought her out of it. She realized she didn't know who these men were, they were all strangers. 

The three men came, spurting their spunk everywhere, some in her pussy and down her throat, but a lot all over her body. Her dress was used again to wipe the spunk away. Jen had a moment to look around the room, and was horrified to see it was crowded with men, and she didn't know any of them! 

Jen didn't see any Stallions, although she did see Mandy and a few other Stallion girls, watching and laughing at her. She tried to get up from the bed but then more men pushed her down and penetrated all her holes, and again she was being pussy, ass and face fucked all at the same time. Tears rolled down her face even as a cock slammed in and out of her mouth. She was taken repeatedly. When one man finished, another immediately took his place. The line of men never seemed to shorten, as more men came into the room, and many men got back into line after cumming in Jen. 

Darius had a hard-on as he videoed Jen pulling a train with the men from the bar. It'd been easy to set up. All it took was one or two whispers and offers to fuck a busty blonde, and it'd spread like wildfire through the bar. None of the men here were Stallions of course. Jen had the reputation now as a cheap drug addicted skank, and none of the Stallions would have anything to do with her. Some of the Stallions were probably tempted to fuck the coke whore, especially the ones who'd never gotten into her pants when she was the hottest thing going. But they surely weren't going to join into this gangbang with all these losers.

Darius decided he'd recorded enough. His cock was ready to burst. On the one hand he felt sorry for Jen, they'd spent good times together, and her fall from the pinnacle of beauty and popularity had been so sudden and devastating. Paradoxically, that was the same reason he was so hard. As he turned to go, he saw more losers crowding into the room. This train pull was going to last for a long time. He took one last look at Jen, on her back surrounded by men, all her holes filled. 

The gang bang went on forever. If anything, the crowd of men got bigger, not smaller. Jen wanted to die, and she was near passing out when she heard a female southern voice angrily shout, "What the fuck is going on here?" Then a moment later, the voice said "Get off of her you bastards! Leave, all of you, or I'm calling the cops!"

The men filed out of the room and soon they were gone. Jen was crying, her arms around herself and curled up in a ball. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 11



Christy, her savior, stood next to the bed and looked at her old rival, crying and soaked in spunk. "God Jen, how did you get this fucked up?" she asked.

Christy used the Fendi dress to wipe cum off Jen's body. It was ruined anyway. Then she let Jen borrow her coat, and helped Jen leave the bar by the back service door so she wouldn't have to see anyone. Jen could barely walk, so Christy held her by the arm and they walked out together. Christy hailed a cab and gave Jen money to get home.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Jen asked.

Christy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe someday if I ever get as fucked up as you, someone will help me."

Jen wept on the drive home. She'd been so wrong about everything. Darius had never loved her, and the Stallions weren't really her friends. 

She swore to herself she'd change things. She'd stop having sex with other men. She'd go into rehab and stop taking drugs. Mike would help her, she knew he would. He loved her. He'd stand behind her as she pulled her life back together. She could always count on Mike. And she'd be his devoted wife again, and be a good mother again. They'd all be a happy family again, just like it'd been before all this started.

She paid the taxi and walked into her house. It was dark. Her kids were staying the weekend with Stacie, her sister, and Mike was probably asleep (she guiltily remembered how she'd dismissively told him not to wait up).

Still wearing the coat she'd borrowed from Christy, she walked to the bedroom. The door was closed. She heard sounds coming from the other side, and her heart filled with dread.

She opened the door. Her body went numb as she took in what was happening. Mike was on his back, naked. Tina was on top, also naked, riding him, her big tits jiggling as she moved up and down on his cock. 

"No, no," Jen cried, staggering back, her hand going to her mouth.

Mike and Tina turned and saw her. "Jen!" Mike cried in alarm.

"Oh no!" Tina said, tears immediately coming to her eyes.

Then Jen fainted and collapsed.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 12



(Author's Note: This series is about cuckolding, illegal drugs, unprotected sex, and self-destructive people. If you hate any of these topics, then you will hate this story.) 

*

The weeks that followed were a listless blur to Jen. She spent most of the time drugged up, seeking solace from alcohol, pills and heroin. Mike moved out. Being in a drug induced stupor, she didn't know if she'd thrown him out or if he'd walked out on her. 

Intellectually, of course, she knew it wasn't fair to blame Mike. But her feelings were something else. Him having sex with another woman wasn't part of the deal, they'd never agreed on that or even discussed it, and having sex with Tina was even worse. 

She knew she'd messed up her life. She didn't know how to make it right, or even what she wanted. Did she want Mike back? She'd already been having doubts about him. But who else did she have? Certainly not Darius, no, not him. The memory of him videotaping as those men held her down and gangbanged her was painfully etched in her mind. She hugged her knees to her chest as she remembered the humiliating experience. The only relief she had from the horrible memory was drugs and alcohol.

She let Mike take the kids with him. That was probably the smartest decision she'd made in a long time, since she knew she wasn't a fit mother. But not seeing her children made her heart ache and despair a million times worse. This led to more drugs and alcohol, and the days passed into weeks spent mostly drugged up in a foggy stupor, spent alone in her house.

Eventually the drugs began running out. She couldn't bear the thought of seeing Tyrone. He would surely have heard about how Darius and the other Stallions rejected her, and how she'd been gangbanged by practically the entire bar. Darius's video would show that she enjoyed it at some level, even begged for it. The thought of facing Tyrone and seeing other people she knew was too demeaning to contemplate. 

Also, she didn't have any money. Mike was paying the household bills and giving her money to live on, but drugs cost thousands of dollars. She already owed Tyrone money. He'd made it clear that she could pay for the drugs with her body, but she didn't want to do that.

"But then, why not do that?" she thought bitterly. That's all she was to men, a pretty face and someone to fuck. That's all Darius wanted, to fuck her and use her all up, and then throw her away. That's all Mike wanted, to use her pretty face and body to satisfy all his perverted fantasies. That's all Tyrone wants, to let his friends fuck her so he can make more drug money. 

She sobbed with self-pity, thinking about how cruel men were. None of them ever cared about her, about her insides, about who she was. All they cared about were her looks. And since she craved attention, since she'd always been insecure inside, she'd done everything she could to give them what they wanted, to make herself prettier and sexier.

But she didn't feel pretty any more. She felt old, and her face looked old. Her once tight ass and stomach were gone. Her hips and thighs were thick. All she had were big fake tits -- the ones all those men wanted her to get -- but she knew they looked so fake.

She cried into a pillow, feeling despair envelope her like a terrible cloud. "Tyrone and his friends wouldn't even want me anymore. I'm so ugly." she thought as she sobbed. Her insecurities took over and she spiraled down even further into despair.

In desperation she grasped for the box where she kept the drugs. With shaking hands, she injected a vial of heroin up her arm. Then she took green and yellow pills. She closed her eyes, feeling the drugs calming her down. After a few moments she felt a little better. But the box was almost empty. She had to get more stuff, she knew she couldn't make it through life without help.

She called Tyrone. Luckily he was at home and he said she could come over. She showered and dressed, nervous about leaving the house (she'd mostly stayed alone in the house since Mike moved out). As she rode into the city, the taxi driver kept looking at her in the mirror. Jen was still a pretty girl, she just didn't think she was because she was comparing what she looked like now versus what she used to look like.

In the lobby of Tyrone's penthouse, Jen said a brief hello to the bellman Johnny, but hurried to the elevator. She didn't want to linger, she just wanted to get this over with and go back home.

Johnny ran his eyes over Jen as she walked by. He'd always had a thing for her. He liked fucking pretty blonde white girls, but he'd never made a move on her because he didn't want to piss off Tyrone. Clearly she'd gotten a boob job. They were so big she looked top heavy, but he liked that, the bigger the better. She'd gained some weight but he liked big ass girls, and her skirt was so tight around her ass and thighs that the straps of her garter belt were clearly outlined in the silky material. What a cock tease! He stiffened in his pants. He'd always assumed Jen was one of Tyrone's hookers. Maybe he'd go to Tyrone and see if he could buy Jen for a few hours. 

Tyrone grinned as Jen entered his penthouse. "Haven't see you in a while Jenny, where you been?"

Jen shrugged, not meeting Tyrone's eyes. "I don't know," she said in a small voice. "Just around, I guess."

Tyrone gave Jen a knowing look. "I heard you pulled a big time train a few weeks back," he said with a chuckle. "Everybody's still talking about it."

Jen flushed red in embarrassment. She didn't want to talk about that. "Can I get some stuff?" she asked.

The abrupt change of subject pissed off Tyrone. "What, you're too good to answer my question?" he thought to himself. His demeanor changed from nice guy to all business. "You got money?"

Jen felt her heart drop. "My husband left me," she said. Saying it out loud, the end of her marriage hit her, not being with Mike anymore hit her, and she teared up. "I can't pay you now, but I will, I promise," she said her voice shaking.

This was news to Tyrone, but he was pleased to hear it. He put a friendly arm around her. "Mike's a loser, Jenny, everybody knows that," he said consolingly, acting nice again. "That's why you've been partying with us, because he can't give you what you need." 

"Come on," he continued, leading Jen into his bedroom. "Let's have some fun, and then I'll set you up with some good shit. Your credit's still good with me."

Two hours later, Jen left Tyrone's apartment. Her hair and clothes were tussled and her knees wobbly, and underneath her skirt her pussy and thighs were moist with sex juices, but she carried a box of stuff. Although she felt ugly and unsexy, Tyrone still seemed attracted to her. He was particularly excited by her new breasts, and he tit fucked her until they hurt. He fucked her pussy, ass and mouth too, although no matter where he started, he always climaxed and ejaculated into her pussy. 

Somewhere inside her she wondered if Tyrone has just gotten her pregnant. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken her birth control pills. With all the drugs she'd been taking, she couldn't even remember the last time she had her period, or where she was in her cycle. 

Whatever ... all that mattered was the box of drugs she held in her hands. Tyrone had made it clear this was the last drugs he'd give her on credit, and she'd have to pay him what she already owed before he'd sell her more. When she told him she didn't know if she could get all the money at once (she now owned him well over $10,000), he laughed derisively, saying he wasn't a bank and didn't do payment plans. 

That had been when he'd leaned over and squeezed her thigh, his fingers just below her pussy where he'd just deposited his black seed. "You don't need money to buy my shit," he'd whispered into her ear. Then he'd pushed her head down into his crotch and made her suck his cock and balls until he was hard again.

Bitterness and self-pity washed over her again. That's what she was now, a coke whore. She'd have to use her body to get more drugs, become one of Tyrone's whores. Men would pay for her and she'd have to let them do whatever they wanted to her. But then, maybe that's all she was good for, to get fucked and used, by men who didn't care about her, didn't care about anything other than her mouth and pussy and big fake tits. "Not even Mike cares about me." At the thought of her husband Jen started crying again. As soon as she got home, she took pills and washed them down with a tumbler of vodka. Then she passed.

A few days later she sat at the kitchen table in her sister Stacie's house. Her hands trembled as she lifted the coffee cup to her lips.

Stacie frowned. She didn't need to be a nurse to see Jen's drug addiction. "Jen, you need to get help," she said concerned. "I can help you, there are lots of rehab places."

Jen shook her head. "I'm fine, really," she said, forcing a smile. She hadn't taken any drugs that morning because she didn't want her sister to see her high, but without drugs she felt terrible and couldn't keep herself from shaking. But she wasn't going to rehab, she didn't want to stop taking drugs. The drugs were the only thing that stopped the hurt.

Stacie sighed. Jen needed help, but she was so stubborn. 

Jen asked tentatively, "Have you seen Mike?"

Stacie reached out and grasped her sister's hand. "No honey, do you want me to call him?"

"No!" Jen said immediately. Stacie heard anger, hurt and the start of a sob in her sister's one syllable response.

Looking for an excuse, Jen looked at her watch. "Oh, you have to get to work," she said, "I have to get going anyway."

"Oh yeah, I have the afternoon shift at the hospital," Stacie said, more concerned about her sister than getting to work on time but not knowing what to do. "Wait for me while I get dressed for work."

A few minutes after Stacie went upstairs to dress, John (Stacie's husband) walked into the kitchen. "Hey sis," he said, looking Jen up and down like a predator about to eat prey. 

Jen couldn't deal with John. Maybe it had taken her awhile to realize that Darius was a creep, but she'd known for a long time that John was a creep. Not bothering to wait to say goodbye to her sister, she got up and walked to the door.

Jen felt a finger in her jean's pocket and then John was pulling her back towards him, pulling her into his arms. "What do you want?" she hissed at him in a low voice.

Still grinning, John reached between their bodies and groped her breasts. 

"What do you think you're doing!" Jen hissed. 

Still roughly fondling her, John replied, "I wanted to see if you're wearing a bra with these new tits." He was disappointed to find she was wearing a bra. Still, while still groping her, he leaned towards her and planted his lips over hers, pushing his tongue down her throat.

"Stop!" Jen shouted into his mouth, struggling to get away. Then she clenched down and bit his tongue.

John pulled away in pain. "You bitch!" he hissed. He raised his hand and slapped Jen hard across her cheek. He was going to hit her again when they heard Stacie say from upstairs, "Is everything alright down there?"

As John hesitated, Jen took the opportunity to turn and flee out the door. She got in her car and drove home, but she had to stop so she pulled over into a gas station. She was crying and shaking, holding herself tightly. Why were all men like this? Why? God she wished she'd brought some stuff, but she'd left it all at home. How could she make it there? Maybe she should just drive off a bridge. Who would care? No one, no one would care.

Chapter 24

John hesitantly entered the Ecstasy club. It was the middle of the afternoon and not too busy, but the people there were all black. John didn't know many black people and he didn't have any black friends, so he felt uncomfortable, especially given his plans.

Everyone turned to look at John, making him even more uncomfortable. John looked around, and finally saw the person he had come to see. Although nervous and afraid, he approached the large black man.

"Excuse me, are you Tyrone?"

Tyrone looked at John. Nervous white boy, so nervous he was practically sweating, but he looked middle upper class. In other words, a potential well to do customer. Tyrone smiled and said, "How can I help you man?"

Heartened by Tyrone's friendly response, John decided the direct approach was best. "My name's John. I think you know Jen? She's gotten drugs from you?" While spying on her in various bars, John had seen Jen get drugs from Tyrone.

Tyrone's face immediately clouded. "Are you a cop?" he demanded angrily. 

"No, no," John said quickly, holding up his hands to placate Tyrone. "Jen's my sister. I just want to buy some drugs for her."

Tyrone calmed down, but his eyes remained narrowed and locked on John. "I haven't see Jenny in a couple of months. She send you here?"

"No, she doesn't know I'm here."

"Then why are you here?" Tyrone demanded. "By now she must be out of shit. Why didn't she come here herself to get more?" 

Tyrone looked John up and down, studying him. He looked like a slimy weasel. Then it hit him why John was here, and he smirked. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" he asked with a knowing grin. "But she won't give you any, so you're going to buy her with drugs, I got that right, Johnny Boy?"

John flushed, embarrassed now that his plan was out. He started to stammer a lie, but Tyrone held up a hand to stop him.

"Hey man, I don't give a shit what you do," he said. He put a few vials of heroin, a package of cocaine, and a small pack of pills into a box. "Jenny loves this shit. That'll be a grand."

A thousand dollars! John thought. But he'd wanted to get inside his sister's pants for a long time. And what did he care about the money anyway, it was Stacie who worked her ass off to earn it, not him. He counted out the bills and gave them to Tyrone, then he reached for the box. 

"Not so fast," Tyrone said. "Another 500."

"But you said it was a thousand."

"That was for the drugs," Tyrone said simply, like a cashier selling popcorn and candy at a movie theater. "Jenny's one of my whores. You wanna fuck her, you gotta pay me."

John hesitated, then shrugged. Again, what did he care how much it cost? He quickly counted out another 500 and took the box of drugs, hurriedly leaving the bar.

A few days later, Jen reluctantly approached her sister's apartment. She didn't want to be here, but her sister Stacie insisted on lunch. Of course, this wasn't about lunch, it was about Stacie nagging her about drugs and alcohol and the life she was leading. Didn't Stacie see she didn't care anymore? 

Ironically, Jen wasn't high at the moment, she hadn't been for a few days. But that was because she'd run out of the last stuff she'd gotten from Tyrone. She felt terrible and didn't know what to do. It was bad already, but soon she'd be desperate for a hit. But she didn't have much money, and Tyrone wouldn't sell her more on credit. She didn't know what she was going to do, and the last thing she wanted right now was nagging by her sister. She thought about turning around and going home, but then the nagging would just be worse later on.

She knocked on the door, and John opened it. "Come on in, Jen, Stacie's upstairs," John said smiling. "You can go upstairs if you want."

Jen went upstairs to see Stacie. She didn't want to spend any time with her sister's husband. She walked into Stacie's bedroom but no one was there. Then she heard the door close behind her. Turning she saw John leaning against the door, smiling lecherously at her.

"What's going on?" Jen demanded. "Where's Stacie?"

"Stacie had to go to work for an emergency," John said, the evil smile still on his face. "She asked me to call you, but I thought you'd want to come over. I have something for you."

"Fuck you!" Jen snarled, walking to the door. She knew what he was offering and she wanted none of it. As she passed he grabbed her arm. "Let me go John or I swear I'll kick you in the balls!"

"Just a minute," John said in a consoling voice, his hands up in surrender. He handed Jen the box. "This is what I'm talking about."

Jen opened the box and saw the drugs. It was like showing water to a person dying of thirst. Her mouth began salivating and her whole body began craving the drugs.

"See Jen, I'm not a complete ass. I got that for you." He caressed her cheek. "You know how I feel about you." His fingers trailed down her neck. "You can have it."

With an effort, Jen pushed the box back into his hands and stepped away from him. She knew what the price of the box was, and it was unthinkable. "I don't want it," she said moving passed him to the door, "I'm leaving."

"Wait," he said blocking her path. He dipped his finger into a package of cocaine so the white powder covered his finger. "I know you want this," he said, pressing his finger against Jen's lips. 

"No," she whined. But as she formed the one syllable objection, he stuck his finger into her mouth, running his fingertip across her gums. "No," Jen whined again, but the coke felt wonderful. Without even knowing what she was doing she sucked his finger into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you?" John asked with a triumphant grin. He scooped more coke onto his finger. This time Jen didn't resist as he pushed it into her mouth, in fact she grabbed his wrist and frantically sucked his finger like a person dying of thirst and drinking from a canteen. 

It felt so good! But her body craved more! John realized that, and he offered her the box. Jen grabbed the box and within moments shot heroin up her arm and took pills. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back as contentment and euphoria swept over her.

Seeing her that way, her body arched in bliss, he took her into his arms and kissed her neck. "No John, don't, please," she pleaded.

"Do you know how much that cost me?" he said planting his lips over hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth.

"I'll pay you back," Jen begged pushing him back.

"What do you think you're doing now?" he laughed, pushing her down on the bed. Not only was he going to fuck his sexy sister, but he was going to do it on the bed he shared with his wife Stacie. God, this was going to be so good!

"John no!" Jen cried, but then he got on top of her, pinning her down. Also, being high she didn't have the strength to resist.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" he said running his hands over her body. He leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue in her mouth. He'd lusted over his wife's sister for years, now that he had her he was going to take his time. As he kissed her he ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair, across her cheeks, down her neck. 

Jen twisted her head away, finally breaking the kiss. "John stop, please," she pleaded, panting. He put his hands on her face and turned her back to him, kissing her again, touching her again.

He ran his hands down her body to her legs. He'd lusted over her long shapely legs for years. He ran his fingertips along her calves, her knees, her thighs. He pulled her knee length skirt up as he caressed her, to just below her panties. Then he ran his hands down her legs again. She had the best legs he'd ever seen and now that he had the chance, he could caress them forever.

Jen tried to turn away, she wanted to break the kiss, but she was too high and he was too strong. His tongue invaded her mouth, rubbed against her own tongue. She'd been taken against her will before. She wished he'd just fuck her and get it over with. Instead he kept kissing her and fondling her. 

John finally broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air. Sitting up, he raised Jen's leg to his chest, so her calf rested against his chest. He ran both his hands up and down her leg, caressing her. "John, please let me go," she begged. He took off her flat, tossing it on the floor. God she had the prettiest feet. He ran his fingers across the arch of her foot, kissing and licking her toes. "John, no, stop," she whined, humiliated at feeling his tongue run across the sole of her foot, and then she felt him run his fingers down her calf again as he continued kissing her foot, drawing circles behind her knee, and despite herself she let out a soft moan. 




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 12



She clenched her mouth shut, trying to stifle the moan. This couldn't be happening, John was his sister's husband, and he was a scumbag, a creep, and he was raping her. He couldn't be arousing her, he couldn't, it wasn't possible! Why wouldn't he just fuck her and get it over with? But instead he kept touching her, caressing her. 

Now he had her skirt up around her waist and he was caressing her thighs. How could he be attracted to her? Her thighs were so fat now. But he didn't seem to notice, he kept caressing her, and once again she had to clench her mouth shut to stifle a moan as he softly ran his fingers up her inner thighs.

Jen didn't appreciate that her legs were still better than most girls. Sure, she'd gained weight in her ass and upper thighs, but from her knees down her legs remained achingly sexy, and her feet had always been slim and pretty with an elegant arch and cute toes. 

John couldn't help comparing Jen to her sister. Stacie's legs were okay, but they were short and some varicose veins had become running down them. Jen's legs were long and her skin so smooth they looked airbrushed. Jen was also so much prettier than her sister.

Like Jen, Stacie was a blonde, but hers came out of a bottle. John was going to answer a question he'd had for a long time. He gripped Jen's panties and pulled them down her legs. His heart pounded as her pussy came into view, and he had a quick intake of breath. God her pussy was pretty! Thin lips a shade darker than her surrounding skin. She kept herself completely bare, except for a trimmed landing strip above the button of her clit. She looked so different from her sister, who kept herself trimmed but her pubic hair still covered her pussy lips. Also, Stacie's pubic hair was a dark brown, whereas Jen's was blonde (although a couple of shades darker than the blonde locks around her pretty face). So unlike Stacie, Jen was no doubt a natural blonde.

Jen's pussy also looked tight, the lips just slightly open. Of course, John didn't know that a year ago, her lips pressed together -- now she was no longer as tight after fucking big cocks like Darius so much. But to John, his sister's pussy was so much prettier than his wife's.

Jen flushed red, so embarrassed to be so completely exposed to John's hungry eyes. She wished he'd just get it over with, just fuck her quick so she could go. But he looked at her like he'd never seen a pussy before. Couldn't he see the rolls of fat in her tummy? But the way he was looking at her, it was as if he liked what he saw, like he thought she was sexy and beautiful. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her like she was ultra hot. Jen tried to resist the feeling, but she couldn't help liking the worship in her brother's face.

John noticed the wetness of Jen's pussy lips. "I'm turning you on, huh?" he asked, a smug smile on his face. The smug smile reminder her how much a creep he was. She tried to twist away but he leaned back down, pinning her arms down, his lips on her face. "God you're so hot!" he gushed into her ear.

He kissed again, running his hands over her body again. He made out with her for a long time, and Jen couldn't help it, her body responded to his touch. "It's the drugs that's turning me on, not this creep," she tried to tell herself as her body writhed under John's relentless caresses. She began kissing him back, whirling her tongue over his. "It's the drugs," she told herself again.

She felt John's cock pressed between her pussy lips. "No, no," she protested into his mouth as he continued to kiss her. But her arousal betrayed her and she parted her legs. John pushed into her and she groaned as he entered her. She hadn't seen how big he was, but he was wide enough that she definitely felt him. He pushed harder and his cock slid into her, making her groan. God, he WAS big, thick and long. Not as big as Darius maybe, but big enough to make her feel full.

"God you feel so good Jen!" he gushed moving back and forth. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and you feel so good!" He kissed her lips and all over her face as his cock long stroked her, saying over and over again, "God you're so sexy, so beautiful, I've wanted you for so long!"

Why did he keep saying that, complementing me? Jen thought. Why can't he just bang me and get it over with? But she couldn't deny it, he felt good inside her, and she couldn't help moving her hips in rhythm with his strokes.

John rotated his hips as he moved in and out, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, searching for her g-spot. He knew he'd found it when Jen let out a deep moan, and he concentrated on that spot, he wanted to make her cum. After all the years of lusting after her body, he wanted to prove to her how great a lover he was, prove to her that she should have been lusting after him!

Jen flushed arousal as John's cock relentlessly slid over her clit and rubbed over her g-spot. How could this creep be so good? What moved her was the fact that he was so obviously trying to give her pleasure, he was trying to make her cum! Men had been using her body for their own pleasure, but this shit was actually trying to give her pleasure!

John unbuttoned Jen's blouse and unsnapped her bra. He'd fantasized over his sister's breasts for so long! His eyes grew wide at the sight of her double Ds. God they were perfect! Stacie's tits were probably as big, but hers sagged some, whereas Jen's were firm, perky and perfectly formed. 

Jen saw the worshipping awestruck in his face, and then he leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. With his fingers he rubbed her other nipple. She expected to feel numbness, the same numbness she'd felt since getting the fake tits. But she gasped as she felt pleasure! The numbness was gone, replaced by pleasure, as much pleasure as she'd used to feel with her small natural breasts.

That was too much! John's gushing over her sexiness and beauty. His hands relentlessly caressing her. His cock rubbing against her clit and g-spot. And now the exquisite pleasure as he sucked and rubbed her nipples. Her body tensed and her back arched, as she moaned "I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming!" as she had an orgasm that shot pleasure all through her body, from her nipples to her clit, FROM HER NIPPLES! And it went on and on, because John kept stroking her and touching her and sucking her, it went on and on, incredible orgasmic pleasure!

Feeling her body convulse in orgasm, John came too, his hips jerking as he shot his sperm into his sister's womb.

Afterwards they lay gasping into the other's face, their bodies intertwined. Eventually Jen pushed against him, and he pulled out and got off her. She hurriedly dressed. "This never happened," she said. "Put on new sheets John," she cautioned him. Then she took the box of drugs and hurried out.



Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01



"I'll wait for you at the car," Tina said, a smile on her face. As she left, she glanced at Mike, a twinkle in her eye.

Mike frowned. Jen shouldn't have told Tina, but then, they were best friends. He felt -- what? Anger? Betrayal? Humiliation?

Mike's thoughts were interrupted by his wife's voice. "Well, I guess I better get going. So ... are you sure about this? You know, it's not too late to change our plans. All three of us could go out."

Mike looked at his beautiful wife. He found her almost impossible to resist, and he was tempted to take her to bed. But he knew her allure to other men would be just as great. He was becoming obsessed by his fantasy of her with another man. The anger he had felt just a moment ago was replaced by intense lust.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, his voice almost quivering from excitement. "Have fun with Tina and ... whoever. I'll be awake when you get home."

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"God, I can't believe I'm here," Jen said. She and Tina were sitting at the bar, sipping Cosmopolitans.

Tina smiled and squeezed Jen's arm. "Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun. Don't worry about Mike. Who knows what happens to guys as they get older. At least Mike isn't trying to sleep with other women. I think you need to play this out, so Mike can get it out of his system."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jen said after a few moments. "But ...."

"No buts, it's time to have fun!" Tina said laughing. She hopped off the stool and grabbed Jen's hand. "Come on, let's dance!" 

Tina led Jen into the middle of the dance floor. It was crowded, so they danced close together. Jen felt inhibited at first, but soon started feeling more comfortable. She loved to dance, and began enjoying herself. The music changed to a slow song, and Jen was about to go back to the bar when Tina grabbed her hand. She leaned close to Jen's ear and whispered, "Some cute guys are watching us. No, don't turn! Just follow my lead." 

Tina moved close to Jen and danced slow. As she swayed, her fingers grazed across Jen's skirt. At times she pretended to whisper into Jen's ear, and as she did she allowed her fingers to trail down Jen's back. She edged even closer to Jen, until their breasts almost touched. Tina put her hands on her friend's waist, and they swayed to the soft music as one, Tina's fingers lightly caressing just above Jen's ass.

Jen inwardly smiled, knowing what Tina was doing. They had done this back in college, a little dirty dancing to get guys' attention. But that had been long ago, and Jen felt uncomfortable. Still, she played along with her friend. She had to admit, acting so sexy and drawing so much male attention was exciting.

Jen was relieved when the song ended. Not waiting for Tina, she made her way back to the bar. She didn't want to give Tina a chance to dance another song. When Jen looked back, she saw Tina surrounded by guys. They all looked well under 25. 

Most of the guys were in suits. Jen guessed they were attorneys just out of law school, or maybe Wall Street brokers. They were cute, but nothing special. Jen was about to take a sip of her Cosmo when she saw him. He was tall, with thick wavy black hair, slicked back off his face. He had a dark complexion. Jen guessed he was Greek or Italian. He was ruggedly handsome, and had a bad boy swagger to him. He wore a black turtleneck, jeans and boots. Jen realized she was staring at him, and was about to turn away, when he turned towards her and locked eyes with her. His gaze was so intense it startled her, and she almost dropped her drink. Embarrassed, Jen expected he would laugh at her, but he didn't. He just kept staring at her from across the room. After a few moments, Jen turned away, but it took a force of will to escape from his intense gaze. Feeling a little jittery, she finished the Cosmo and ordered another one.

A few minutes later Tina came back. "Come on, let's dance!" Tina said, dragging Jen off the stool. 

"Wait," Jen said, and she quickly gulped down the newly delivered martini. Then she let Tina drag her back onto the dance floor.

The martinis were working their way through Jen's body, and helping her to lose her inhibitions. She was having fun, so when the music slowed, she didn't object when Tina moved closer for another round of dirty dancing. "We got those guys so hot the last time!" Tina whispered gleefully into Jen's ear as they danced. "I thought they were going to drag me into a booth and rape me!"

As they danced, Tina reached lower so her fingertips trailed up Jen's legs. She didn't stop when she reached Jen's skirt, instead tracing up her thighs and bringing Jen's skirt up as she did so. Jen wondered if Tall-Dark-and-Handsome was watching her, and that thought combined with the two Cosmos made her more daring. As they danced close, Jen lightly ran her fingers down Tina's back (she soon discovered Tina wasn't wearing a bra, which didn't surprise her), then along Tina's hips. Their faces were so close their lips were almost touching. As they slowly swayed back and forth, sometimes Jen's breasts would brush against Tina's. 

The song ended, and as Jen and Tina stepped apart, the crowd applauded. Tina smiled and did a curtsy (flashing a little stocking top), but Jen was embarrassed and blushed. She quickly went back to the bar and ordered another Cosmo.

Jen looked back and saw that Tina had disappeared. Some of the guys were gone as well. Jen wondered if she'd see Tina again that evening.

The new Cosmo arrived, and Jen was searching in her purse for her wallet when she heard a deep, husky voice behind her.

"I'll get that," the voice said, and Jen turned to see Tall-Dark-and-Handsome giving the bartender a twenty.

Jen's heart did a back flip as she looked into his dark eyes. "Oh, that's not necessary," she stammered out.

"That's okay. I'm Darius," he said, holding out his hand.

"Hi. Well, thanks for the drink," Jen said, taking his hand. Darius's hand was so large, Jen's hand disappeared within his. For some reason, it didn't surprise her that his hand was rough and calloused. "I'm, ah, I'm Jen. Darius -- that's an unusual name."

"Yeah, it's Greek." I was right, Jen thought. He's Greek.

Darius made no move to release Jen's hand. Jen began feeling uncomfortable so she pulled her hand back. 

"You're a great dancer," Darius said. 

Jen blushed again. "I guess it got a little bit out of control."

Darius smiled. "Well, you looked great out there. You oughta lose control more often."

Jen laughed. "Thanks ... I guess." Then they both laughed.

"So, do you come here often?" Jen asked, but then she immediately put her head in her hands in embarrassment. "Oh god, I'm sorry, that's such a cliché." Why was she so nervous, she was acting like an idiot. 

"That's okay," Darius said, laughing. "Yeah, my friends and I come here every couple of weeks. It has a reputation for being a meat market, but we like the music."

Jen eyed Darius skeptically. "Soooooo, you're not here to pick up girls?"

Darius smiled mischievously. "That all depends on whether I meet a beautiful girl. Like you, for instance. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night."

"Not so fast, cowboy," Jen said, laughing and shaking her head. She couldn't believe how forward this guy was, but she guessed that's how it was nowadays. "First of all, I'm way older than you. What are you, 24?"

"Twenty-five," Darius corrected. "And you sure don't look older than me. I thought you were in college. Anyway, who cares about age? You're the best looking girl I've seen in a long time."

"Yeah, well, whatever," Jen said with a dismissive wave of her hand, but inside she was beaming from the compliments. "Second, I'm a married girl." Jen held up her left hand, showing him her wedding ring. "See?"

Without missing a beat, Darius waved his hand around the world. "Most of the girls here are married, but they're with other guys. That's how things are now. 9-11 could happen again tomorrow. We're all living on borrowed time. That's what people are doing now, living for the moment."

Jen eyed Darius. Then she frowned. Then she started to laugh. "Oh my god, that has got to be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!"

Darius started to laugh too. "Hey, I worked hard to come up with that!"

"Well, I could tell you rehearsed it, but I think you better go back and start all over," Jen said, still laughing. "And it's horrible to use 9-11 to try to pick up girls."

Darius held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, you win." Then he offered his hand to her. "So, do married girls dance?"

Jen considered for a moment. Tina was no where to be found. And Darius seemed nice enough. She took his hand, making a snap decision. "Sure, why not?"

Darius was a good dancer. His movements were slow and smooth, yet perfectly paced with the music. Jen couldn't believe a man as big as him could dance so well. He was well over 6 feet, and broad shouldered. She felt tiny next to him. As he moved to the music, Jen could see the muscles of his chest and arms rippling under his black turtleneck. His broad shoulders narrowed to a lean waist, and from what Jen could tell, Darius filled out his jeans really well.

Darius danced close to her, with barely any space between them. But he never touched her, never even brushed against her. Somehow, this close almost touching dancing, for song after song, was more of a turn on than if he was grinding his body against hers.

Eventually, the fast songs changed into a slow song. She expected Darius to pull her into an embrace, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there, so close to her but not touching her, looking at her with his intense black eyes, waiting for her to make a move. With a force of will, Jen stepped away. "Ah, well, thanks for the dance. I guess I'll go try to find my friend."

Jen walked through the crowd looking for Tina, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. Her nipples were hard, and she was soaking between her legs. For the first time since she started talking to Darius, she thought of Mike at home. He'd probably be disappointed that Darius didn't pull her into his arms and dance a slow dance.

She was getting frustrated looking for Tina. Where was she? Jen walked into a secluded, darken part of the club, far away from the lights of the dance floor, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and there was Darius, standing just inches from her. "Oh, hi ---"

Darius took her into his arms and kissed her. Jen tried to pull away but he held her firm, his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring her mouth. His kisses were so different than Mike, who even after 10 years of marriage still kissed her softly, almost tentatively. Darius kissed her roughly, like he owned her, forcing his tongue down her throat, wrapping his fingers in her hair so she couldn't pull away.

"No, stop, I'm married," Jen managed to say.

"I don't care," he said, and reached between them and cupped her breast. Even through her bra and blouse he found her hard nipple, and roughly rubbed it with his thumb as he continued to kiss her. Jen moaned into his mouth. With his other hand at her back, he pulled her into him, pressing her against his crotch. 

Jen found herself giving in. Necking with someone she just met was so slutty, so different from married life, and it excited her. She hadn't felt so free in a long time, not since being single. Darius was rough and aggressive, and it turned her on, and acting so bad in a public place added to the excitement. Also, in the back of her mind, she knew this is what Mike wanted. Jen stopped struggling and kissed Darius back. 

Then Jen felt Darius pull up her skirt. She felt his hand between her legs. "Ugh god," she moaned into his mouth, as she felt him cup her mound. "Wait, stop."

"It's okay babe," Darius whispered into her ear, as his fingers stroked the camel toe formed in her pantyhose. "I just want to make you cum, that's all."

Oh god, and he was going to make her cum too, his fingers felt so good! But she didn't trust his assurances, she knew he'd want more, and if she didn't stop him soon she wouldn't be able to resist him. "Please stop," Jen said, pushing Darius away with both hands.

Darius stopped rubbing her pussy but continued to hold her firmly with an arm around her waist. "Come on, what's the matter?" he said, clearly annoyed. "You're not just a cock tease, are you?"

"No, I mean ... I'm sorry," Jen said, still panting and trying to catch her breath as she pulled down her skirt. "It's just ... I haven't done this before. I mean ... since I've been married."

Darius's expression soften. "That's cool, I understand. Do you want to go back to my place?"

Jen smiled at Darius's single mindedness. "I'm married, remember? Going to your place wouldn't be the smartest thing I've ever done."

The 25 year old shrugged. "My life has been a series of things I shouldn't have done," he joked.

That made Jen laugh. She stroked his cheek. "You're sweet, but I better be getting home."

"Come on, you can't leave me like this," he said, pointing to the tent in his pants.

Jen laughed again. She was taken by Darius's boyish charm, and was enjoying flirting with him. With a twinkle in her eye, she said "Well, the night's still young, you might meet someone else. Hopefully, someone who's not married this time? And, if you don't ... well, you've got two hands, right?"

Darius shot her back a lecherous grin. "Yeah, well, with the package I'm sporting, I'll need both hands."

Jen gaped. "Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that! You have the worst pickup lines!"

"Hey, they work. And with a lot of married chicks, too."

Jen punched him playfully in the ribs. "Well, Romeo, not this married chick. Now, I really have to get going." She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, I had fun. Um ... maybe I'll see you again, sometime."

Chapter 5

The phone rang, waking Jen. She was still sleepy, tired from all the drinks the night before (she was probably a little hung over), and also because Mike had kept her up, fucking her like a wild man as she told him what happened.

"Hello?" she said into the telephone.

"You bitch!"

Jen winced at the shout in her ear. "Good morning Tina."

"Don't good morning me!" Tina growled. "God, I can't believe you hooked up with Darius last night. I'm so jealous! Do you know how long I've wanted that hunk?"

"Nothing happened, not really. Anyway, he started it, not me."

"Oh, that makes me feel sooooo much better. God, I can't believe it, it's just like in college, you ALWAYS get the best looking guys."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation. Are you really mad at me?"

"Yes, I'm REALLY mad at you! And you're going to apologize by buying me lunch."

Jen didn't want to go to lunch. She wanted to go back to bed. "Um, I'm not sure I'm up for lunch today."

"After last night, you owe me lunch! And you're going to tell me every detail of what happened with Darius!" Then Tina hung up the phone.

Jen rolled back into bed and hugged her pillow. All she wanted to do was take two aspirin and go back to sleep. Sighing, she threw back the covers. After telling Maria, their nanny, that she was going out for lunch, she went into the bathroom.

Jen paused to look in the mirror. Even after 10 years of marriage and 2 babies, she was proud that her body was still firm. Her breasts were small, but perky, and her legs were long and shapely. Her stomach was flat, and while she had gained a little weight around the hips, she liked it because it gave her some curves that she didn't have back in college.

Last night, Mike was all over her as soon as she got home. He fucked her twice and seemed to stay hard the entire time as she told him what happened, the dirty dancing with Tina, and her naughtiness with Darius. As they made love, he assured her over and over again that she had done exactly what he wanted her to do. He said, in fact, he wished she had gone farther with Darius. 

Earlier that morning, with the good sense that a new day brings, Jen had worried Mike would be upset with her. But instead, Mike had awoken with a hard-on, and he fucked her again before he had to go to his office to get some things ready for a meeting he had on Monday.

She didn't know how she felt about Mike's fantasies, and this game they were playing. It was exciting, yes, but it wasn't something she expected to be doing when she took her wedding vows. But then, husbands weren't supposed to encourage their wives to be with, and even have sex with, other men. So where did that leave her? Shaking her head, she stepped into the shower.

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"So, how was Darius, and don't you dare leave anything out!" Tina demanded as soon as Jen sat down.

Jen told her. It was awkward at first. After all, she was married, and here she was talking about kissing and being fondled by another man. She couldn't believe how fast things were going.

Tina leaned back in her chair as Jen finished. "Wow, I still can't believe it. You hooked up with Darius on your first try."

Jen shook her head. "I told you, I wasn't trying, he started it."

Tina scowled at her friend. "And I told you, you're not making me feel any better. Well, I guess I never had a chance. He likes petite leggy blondes, not voluptuous brunettes like me. So, what happened when you told Mike?"

Jen shook her head. "He loved it. He said he wished I'd gone all the way with Darius."

"You're kidding?" Tina said incredulously. "Wow, I never would have believed it, Mike's so straight laced. Well, I guess that answers the question. He really does want you to have sex with other guys. God, you're so lucky. Married to a great guy who's okay with you fucking other men."

"Will you keep your voice down!" Jen said, nervously glancing around to see if anyone had heard. "Anyway, what happened to you last night? I couldn't find you."

Tina broke into a wide grin. "Let me just say, if two is good, three is even better."

"You're kidding? You had three guys last night? God, you're such a slut!"

"And loving every minute of it, girl friend! I feel like I'm at an all-you-can-eat buffet of stud-muffins! I'll take that one, and that, and a little of that too. It's all so easy!"

"Tina, you're the one being easy! You're giving them exactly what they want."

"Jen, I'm 34 and divorced. My ex was a shit, and I'm not ready to get into anything heavy right now. So, I think they're giving me exactly what I want."

That made Jen pause. "Yeah, I see what you mean. But don't you miss ... I don't know ... the emotional part of it?"

"Yeah, I do," Tina admitted, shrugging and looking a little sad. "But I don't think I'm ready for that right now. That's why you're so lucky. You've got Mike for that. AND, he's okay with you and other guys. More than okay, he's practically begging you to do it." 

Tina saw the skeptical look on her friend's face. "Look, Darius is incredibly hot, right? And you've seen the guys I've been with ... they're all like, like --" 

"Young Greek gods?" Jen offered. The two girls giggled. 

"Okay, I like Mike a lot, he's really nice, and he's good to you," Tina continued. "But honey, I've seen him in a bathing suit, and let's face it, he's no stud muffin, never has been, never will be."

"Hey! That's my husband you're talking about!" Jen protested, playfully kicking Tina under the table.

"Ouch, that hurt! You know what I mean. I told you I like Mike." Tina lowered her voice, scanning the room to make sure no one could hear. "I'm just saying, if he's giving you the chance to fuck these young, gorgeous guys, I mean, if that's his fantasy, then god, give him his fantasy, make it come true!"

Jen thought of Darius, and her heart skipped a beat. He certainly matched the young Greek god description. If Mike wanted her to play out his fantasy with a man like Darius ... the thought made her shiver. "Well, maybe you're right," she finally said.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01



"Of course I'm right. I'm going out again tonight, why don't you go with me?"

"I can't. We have to go to something tonight. Mike's boss is having a party."

"Okay, next Friday, then."

Jen hesitated. "Well ... okay. Let me just check with Mike." But she knew what his answer would be. 

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(Later that night)

"Guess what?" Mike said excitedly as they drove home from the party. "I think I might get that promotion."

"Really?" Jen said delighted, grabbing her husband's arm. "Oh Mike, that's wonderful! You've worked so hard for this! I'm so proud of you!"

"I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch, but I ran into Robert at the party, and he said I was the frontrunner. He said they'd decide by the end of the year. Robert said I needed to work really hard between now and then, to really wow them." Robert was Mike's boss.

"I know they'll pick you!" she said excitedly, kissing her husband on the cheek. "You're so smart and wonderful!"

Mike felt great. With his beautiful wife beaming at him, so excited and proud of him, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

"Um ... I think I might have a gift for you, kinda an early way to celebrate. Tina asked me to go out with her again next weekend. I said I would, if you were okay with it."

"Really?" Mike said excitedly. "Of course I'm okay with it! So you like this game too! I knew you would!"

"Yeah, I had fun last night. More fun than I thought I would. It's a dangerous game, but exciting, just like you said it would be. As long as you're sure this won't hurt our marriage ...."

"It won't!" Mike assured her. "If anything, it'll make our marriage even better!" He pressed harder on the gas. "I can't wait to get home. I'm gonna fuck you all night long!"

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(A week later)

Jen sipped her appletini and scanned the crowd.

"Looking for Darius?" Tina asked. She laughed when she saw her friend blush. "Don't be embarrassed, I don't blame you, I told you I've wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on his hot body. But he and his friends bar hop, I only see him every other week or so. But don't worry, I've been here before, they'll be tons of other cute guys."

Jen soon found that Tina was right, and she had fun flirting and dancing with what seemed like an endless stream of young, gorgeous guys. Jen surprised herself at how easy she settled into the singles bar scene. It was so different from married life, and from being a mom. She loved Mike and their two kids, but this was so much fun. She felt like she was in college again. She had forgotten how much she loved dancing and flirting, and how exciting it was to be the attention of so many good looking men. 

Some of the guys were even as good looking as Darius. Well, almost. Tina sure knew the best places to go. But Jen didn't let anyone get as intimate as Darius. She let one or two guys get a little touchy-feely on the dance floor, and she even let one especially cute guy kiss her. She was tempted to let things go farther -- she couldn't help it, there were so many hunky guys hitting on her -- but decided not to. She needed boundaries to Mike's game. Flirting and dancing, a little touching, a little kissing ... and then she'd go home, tell Mike all about it, and let him fuck her brains out. She was happy with herself when she left the club, having decided she had struck a good balance between excitement and good sense. 

As she predicted, Mike had worked himself into a frenzy fantasizing about what she was doing at the club. He actually took her from behind over the sofa arm within moments of her getting home, and then he did her twice more as she told him about all the flirting she had done. They feel asleep with Mike spooning her, and she felt satisfied with her marriage and her sex life.

Chapter 6

"Hi guys, this is Tony," Tina said as she approached the table with her new boy toy, a handsome twenty-something aspiring artist she had met a week ago at a party. Mike had to suppress a grin. Nowadays, Tina always had a new younger man with her whenever they went out on a double date.

"Hey, nice to meet you," Tony said as he folded his tall, lean body into the chair facing Jen. Mike noticed that Tony's eyes lingered a moment too long on Jen. He couldn't blame him, Jen looked really good tonight. She wore one of his favorite outfits -- a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder blouse, black mini-skirt, black hose and high heels. 

Mike shook Tony's hand. Then Tony offered his hand to Jen. As he did with his eyes, Tony held Jen's hand a moment too long. Jen finally pulled her hand away. She glanced at Tina, blushed, then demurely looked down at her lap. Tina noted Tony's obvious attraction for her friend and Jen's discomfort with an amused expression on her face.

"Tony, come buy me a drink," Tina said, pulling her new boyfriend to his feet. "We'll be right back," she said over her shoulder as she walked with Tony to the bar.

"I see you like my friend Jen, you couldn't take your eyes off her," Tina said to Tony at the bar. She looked admiringly at Jen across the room. "I don't blame you, she looks really hot tonight." Tina saw Tony's look of alarm and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous. Jen and I are really good friends." She hesitated, then added, "Maybe someday I'll share you with her."

Tony's eyes grew wide. "You're kidding, right? A threesome with you and Jen? That'd be great, but what're you going to do with Mike? He doesn't look your type."

Tina smiled mischievously. "You never know. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Mike likes the idea of his wife fucking other men."

Tony's jaw dropped, making Tina giggle. "She hasn't really done it yet ... screw another guy, I mean. Mike wants her too, and he's pressuring her to do it. Maybe if you play your cards right, you might get lucky tonight."

Tony eyed her warily. "And you wouldn't mind?"

Tina giggled again. "Are you kidding? I'd love it!"

Returning to the table, Tina made a point of sitting next to Mike, clearing the way for Tony to sit next to Jen. As Tony slid into the booth next to Mike's pretty wife, Tina smiled and winked at him.

As they talked and drank wine, Mike noticed how Tony edged closer to Jen in the booth. Jen seemed to be enjoying her conversation with the younger man. The bar was so loud they had to almost touch to hear each other. "Hey, let's dance!" Tony said.

"I'm game, I love this song!" Jen said enthusiastically.

"Nah, my new shoes are killing me," Tina said.

Jen looked over at her husband. "You guys go ahead," he said eagerly.

Tony took Jen's hand and led her to the dance floor. Jen looked back at her husband, who winked at her. It was a slow song. Remembering what Tina had said, he pulled Jen close, wrapping his arms around her. Jen looked at Mike. Excitement was on his face. Seeing him nod encouragingly, she put her arms around Tony's neck.

Mike grew hard, watching his wife dancing with the younger, handsome man. They weren't dirty dancing, but Tony held Jen close, his chest almost touching her breasts. He wondered if Tony was hard, and whether Jen could feel his erection. The possibility made him lightheaded.

Tina's voice in his ear almost made him jump. He had almost forgotten she was there. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Tina smiled, a mischievous look in her eye. "I said, you really like watching Jen with other men, don't you?"

Tina's question took Mike by surprise. "Well, ah, that is, ah ...," Mike stammered, his face growing red from embarrassment.

Tina jabbed him playfully in the ribs. "Don't be embarrassed. I think it's incredibly hot."

"You do?" Mike asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, I do. I think it's really hot."

The music changed, and Mike looked back at his wife. It was a fast song, but they still danced slow. Tony had pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together. One of Tony's hands rested on Jen's shoulder, caressing the bare skin above her strapless top. His other hand rested on the small of her back, his fingers on her skirt, his thumb on her blouse. 

Mike noticed the little things. The way Jen sometimes had to extend on her tip-toes to stay with the much taller man, the act causing her pretty feet to arch out of her high heels, and also causing her skirt to hike up, exposing more of her long legs. The flirty way Jen sometimes ran her fingers over Tony's muscular arms as they danced. Mike wondered again whether Jen could feel Tony's erection. A lump formed in Mike's throat as he realized that Jen hadn't danced so intimately with another man since before they started going out, over 10 years ago. He felt a sudden flash of jealousy, and had the urge to rush over and take his wife away from the younger man. But god, it was so exciting to see Jen dancing so closely with another man. 

Tina seemed to read Mike's mind. "They look good together, don't they? Are you thinking about how they'd look in bed, naked, with Tony on top of your pretty wife?"

Tina's words were like gasoline on a fire, increasing Mike's lustful desires. "It doesn't matter. I don't think she'd go that far."

"I don't know about that," Tina said teasingly. "I think she wants to. She just needs to be certain you'd be okay with it."

"I've told her already. What else can I do?"

Tina smiled. "I've got an idea." 

The DJ began playing fast songs, and another couple barreled into Jen and Tony. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her body was tingling. She felt moisture between her legs. But she was concerned that Tina might be mad that she was dancing so intimately with her new boyfriend. "Um, thanks for the dance, but we better be getting back."

"Where's Mike?" Jen asked when she got to the table.

"He left," Tina said.

"He left?" Jen said, shock and concern in her voice. "Was he mad?"

"No, he wasn't mad." Tina took Jen's hand and led her to a quiet corner. "He told me to give you this," she said, handing Jen a note.

Jen read the note: 

"Honey, I really want you to go the next step. I can tell you want to do this too. But I sense it may be hard for you to do this if I'm there, so I've gone home. I hope you'll fulfill my fantasy. I think this is your fantasy too. If you do sleep with Tony, don't clean yourself up, just come home, I'll be waiting. I love you -- Mike"

Jen slowly lowered the note, shock on her face. "I can't believe it. He really wants me to go all the way."

Tina shrugged. "I told you so. That's all he talked about while you and Tony were dancing. He was practically panting. He wants it to happen. I told him I don't care if you do it with Tony, he and I are just fuck-buddies, we're not serious."

Jen couldn't take her eyes off her husband's note. "What does he mean by not cleaning up?"

Tina smiled. "He said he wants to see you freshly fucked."

"What? That's what he said?"

"Those were his exact words -- freshly fucked." Tina laughed. "God, Jen, I never knew Mike was so kinky!"

"Neither did I," Jen said, shaking her head. "So, what should I do?"

"That's so obvious. You should come back to my house, and let Tony fuck your brains out. Don't look at me like that. You know you want to. You were practically humping his leg out there. And trust me, Tony is really good, you'll love it. Mike's okay with it. He's more than okay, he wants you to do it, he's begging you to do it. So what're you waiting for?"

"What AM I waiting for?" Jen thought to herself. "Mike wants me to do this. Why shouldn't I? Why should Tina have all the fun? Mike's okay with his wife fucking another man. So it wouldn't be cheating. I'd be giving Mike exactly what he wants. And I have to admit, I want this too."

"Okay," Jen said as she made her decision. "Let's go to your house."

Chapter 7

Mike sat in the basement of Tina's house, in what Tina called the video room. In the bar, Tina had explained that her ex-husband Bill had installed video cameras throughout the house. Bill liked to video people having sex. Tina hated this about her husband, and this was the real reason they had gotten a divorce. Tina swore Mike to secrecy, even Jen didn't know. Tina didn't want this to become public (especially because she couldn't stop Bill from keeping the sex tapes). She was afraid of beoming an outcast among her family and friends.

Tina had gotten the house in the divorce settlement. She didn't use the video equipment anymore, but this seemed like the perfect way to help Mike achieve his fantasy. Jen would feel more comfortable being with Tony if she thought Mike wasn't watching. Unbeknownst to Jen, Mike could watch all the action from the video room. Tina told him he could even record it if he wanted. 

Mike watched the front door open. Tina and Jen walked in, unsteady in their high heels and giggling. Clearly they were feeling no pain. Mike later learned they had shared two bottles of wine on the way home (in addition to the martinis at the bar). Tony was in the middle, an arm around each girl. Mike's pulse quickened seeing another man's arm around his wife. 

They moved from the foyer to the living room, and Mike quickly pressed the button to shift to the living room camera. It was easy, all the buttons were labeled on the control panel, and he could zoom and pan. Bill had also installed high end microphones. Tina had promised Mike he'd be able to hear every word, even whispers.

"Come on, finish the story," Tony said. "Tell me the other things you two did in college."

"Down boy, down!" Tina said, still giggling. She handed Tony a beer, and poured wine for herself and Jen. "Stop panting on my sofa, I just had it cleaned!"

Jen laughed. "Anyway, why does it matter?" she asked, downing her wine in a single gulp and holding her glass out for more. Mike hadn't seen his wife so drunk in a long time. He watched her take another big gulp of wine. "That was so long ago, over 10 years."

Tony scoffed. "Ten years -- Big deal! By then I had lost my virginity."

Jen and Tina both stopped laughing, and stared at the twenty-something Tony. "You're kidding?" Jen asked incredulously. "How old were you? Sixteen?"

"Fourteen," Tony said proudly. "I nailed my best friend's mom."

Jen's eyes grew wide. "That's pretty bad," she said scornfully, but her face showed she was intrigued, and maybe even impressed.

"Jen, you're one to judge," Tina said. "You've done some bad things yourself!"

The life-long friends shared a look, like they were remembering something from their past. A cloud seemed to pass between them, but it quickly passed. 

Oblivious to the silent messages passing between the two girls, Tony shook his head. "I don't believe it. I can tell by looking at you. You're not a bad girl, you're too goody-goody."

"Uh oh, Jen, I think he's challenging you," Tina said, laughing.

Jen smiled at Tina, a twinkle in her eye. She took another sip of her wine, then put the glass down. She looked back at Tony, a sly smile on her face. She slowly leaned back into the chair and crossed her legs. Her short skirt hiked up her thighs, exposing most of her long shapely legs. Jen tilted her head slightly so her hair fell across her face. Then, with heavy lidded eyes looking through strands of her silky blonde hair, and in a husky sensuous voice, she said, "Oh, you have no idea how bad I can be." 

Mike gasped at his wife's performance. He had never seen her like this, acting the role of the seductress. Is this how she used to act before they met? It was hard to believe this shameless flirt was the same sweet, church going girl he had married 10 years ago, and who was the mother of his two children. And what were they talking about, the bad things Jen had done in her past, that was even worst that Tony's sleeping with his best friend's mom?

Tony grinned lecherously at Jen, impressed with her performance. The pretty blonde excited him more than any girl in a long time. He was a leg man, and her long legs were incredible. That, combined with her pretty face really excited him. He liked fucking married women, and it was even better because Mike knew about it. Tina had told him Mike was a successful business man, so it gave him alpha-dog pleasure to fuck his wife. Not wanting to wait further, he finished his beer, took off his shirt and walked towards the pretty blonde wife.

Jen looked alarmed as Tony approached. She wasn't ready for the flirting to turn into reality. Seeing this, Tina quickly stood and intercepted him. "Slow down cowboy, you belong to me, I haven't decided if I'm going to give Jen a turn." Tina sat Tony down on the opposite sofa and nuzzled next to him. With the high quality audio gear, Mike heard Tina whisper into Tony's ear, "Slow down, or you'll scare her off."

Tina took off Tony's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. "God Jen, isn't he gorgeous?" she said as she ran her hands over his well defined chest. Tina kissed Tony and he eagerly responded, and soon they were heavily petting each other. Tina made sure not to block her friend's view of Tony's crotch, which by now had formed a huge tent in his pants.

Tony pushed Tina onto her back, and pushed up her skirt. He spread her legs and moved his mouth to her pantyless pussy. "Oh gaaaawd," Tina groaned as Tony's tongue touched her clit. "Oh Jen, he's sooooo good at this."

As Tony ate Tina out, Mike focused on his wife. Her eyes had an intense, aroused look to them as she watched Tina with her young lover. She was breathing hard, her nipples forming dents in her top. As if desiring physical stimulation, but too shy to openly play with herself, she rubbed her thighs back and forth. Mike's breath caught in his throat as he heard the swish-swish sound of her nylons rubbing together. Finally, needing more, and with her inhibitions lowered, Jen reached a hand into her skirt. Mike did the same, pulling his hard dick from his pants.

Tina suddenly grabbed Tony's hair and urgently pulled his face against her pussy. "Oh god," she moaned as her body convulsed into a long orgasm. She lay on the sofa, catching her breath, and finally looked over to her friend and smiled. "Oh honey, you don't need to do that, Tony'll take care of you, won't you Tony?"

Tony leered at Jen. His cock got even harder as he saw the sweet looking blonde with her hand down her skirt. "It'd be my pleasure," he said, standing up and wiping Tina's pussy juices from his mouth. He walked over to Jen. This time she didn't pull away. His heavily muscled chest excited her. Then her eyes locked on the huge bulge in his pants. 

As if reading her friend's mind, Tina said, "Take off his pants." She looked directly into one of the hidden cameras, so Mike felt like she was talking to him. She smiled wickedly. "You won't believe how big he is."

Jen's hands were quivering as she reached towards Tony's pants. She unbuckled his belt, and then undid the snap. "Hold on, hold on," Tony said. "Rub me first."

Jen looked at Tina as if asking for permission. Seeing Tina nod encouragingly, she cupped his crotch. Her small hand covered just a portion of the huge bulge. She slowly rubbed him through his pants, following the outline of his shaft. Mike couldn't believe his wife was fondling another man's cock. He got lightheaded as the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkled as her left hand ran up and down Tony's shaft.

Jen was mesmerized. He felt so big and hard, even through the heavy fabric of his jeans. She couldn't believe it when Tony grew even bigger. Abruptly she pulled her hands away. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, laughing nervously.

"It's okay, Mike wants you to, remember his note," Tina quickly assured her.

Tony reached down and cupped Jen's breast over her blouse. Jen was so intent on Tony's crotch she didn't seem to notice.

Jen tried to unzip Tony's jeans, but she couldn't get the zipper over the huge hump formed by his erection. After two tries she again laughed nervously. "God, I'm so out of practice," she said embarrassed.




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01



Tony stood up and reached for his zipper. "I'll do it." Mike held his breath as he heard the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled opened.

Jen grasped the waistband of Tony's jeans, and pulled down. His boxers sported a huge tent, but because the boxers were loose fitting, she couldn't discern much details. Her passion-fueled curiosity was killing her! Biting her lip, she hooked her fingers in the waistband, and pulled down his boxers.

"Oh my," she said, her eyes growing wide. She knew he was big, but wasn't prepared for this. 

Tony grinned proudly. He liked the effect his body had on women, especially pretty ones like Jen. "Go ahead, hold it," he urged her.

Mesmerized, Jen wrapped her hands around it. The shaft was so thick she couldn't fully wrap her hands around it, and so long she couldn't hold the entire length, even with one hand on top of the other. It was rock hard, yet the skin was so soft. She had an immense urge to kiss and lick it. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this!" she said repeating her earlier disbelief. She blushed and covered her face with her hands. 

Tina saw her friend needed some more motivation. "Tony, back in college, Jen had the reputation of giving great head. I think she's overrated, though," she taunted. "I'm a lot better than her."

Jen knew what Tina was doing. Still, her friend's mock challenge helped to lighten the moment. She remembered the fun they had back in college, and also her husband's note. Making a decision, she narrowed her eyes at Tina, and pretended to scoff, but couldn't completely hide her smile. "I'll guess we'll let Tony decide, won't we?"

"I guess so," Tina said smiling, knowing her friend's last inhibitions had just fallen.

Feeling like a co-ed again, Jen playfully stuck her tongue out at Tina, then scooted to the edge of the sofa. She kissed the head of Tony's cock, and then the shaft. Encouraged by Tony's moans, she raised his cock so it pointed upwards, then licked the sensitive underside of the long shaft, once again causing Tony to moan. 

Mike excitedly stroked himself as he watched the action. Tony's size excited him. In all his fantasies, the men his wife fucked had huge cocks. Mike was easily smaller than Tony. For reasons he couldn't explain, the unfavorable comparison turned him on. 

Mike shifted the camera to a side view. Jen was still completely dressed, sitting with her ass on the edge of the sofa. She was holding Tony's shaft with both hands. She parted her lips wide, and took him into her mouth. Mike had never seen a more erotic sight.

Jen let Tony's cock slip from her lips. She got on her knees and then pushed his pants and boxers all the way down before slowly kissing and licking his rod up and down until reaching his balls. She gently and thoroughly licked and sucked each one. Wanting to impress the young gorgeous man, she softly licked his sandbar, and then gently flicked the tip of her tongue over his rectum.

"Oh fuck, that's good!"

Tony's compliment thrilled her. Encouraged, she flicked at his cockhead where pre-cum had formed. She let a thread of his pre-cum trail from his cockhead to her lips. She let the pre-cum thread hang for a few seconds, then expertly twined it around her tongue and swallowed it. She did all this while looking at Tony with her big blue eyes.

Tony's cock pulsed excitedly at the sight. "Fuck that's nasty!" he hissed. "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" 

Jen's eyes were glazed over with lust. She licked the remaining pre-cum off Tony's cockhead, and then rubbed it across her face. "Yeah," she said huskily. "I'm a bad girl."

Tony marveled at the pretty blonde kneeling in front of him. He couldn't believe she was such a slut. He reached behind her and expertly unzipped her blouse. He pulled it off and tossed it onto the floor. Then he pushed Jen onto her back. He hooked a finger in the thin material connecting the cups of her strapless bra, and pulled down, exposing her breasts. "I've wanted to see your tits all night long," he said, leering at her. He cupped both breasts and roughly rubbed the hard upturned nipples.

Jen grimaced at the sudden pain, but didn't protest. He lowered his head and sucked on her nipples, biting hard. While grimacing again, her tight body also writhed with pleasure. That pleased Tony. He liked a little rough play, and saw Jen liked it too. 

Tina came over and sat next to Jen. "Here, let me help you with this," she said, reaching behind Jen's back and unsnapping her bra. Tina pulled the bra off and tossed it onto the floor next to Jen's blouse. 

Then her hands went to Jen's skirt. "Honey, raise up a little." Jen did as her best friend asked and raised her hips. Tina quickly unzipped Jen's skirt and tugged at the waistband. "Help me Tony," she said, and Tony easily pulled the mini-skirt down Jen's legs. In a moment it was lying on the floor next to Jen's blouse and bra.

Tina gripped the waistband of Jen's pantyhose and pulled down, at the same time pulling off her panties. She took off Jen's heels, and finished removing the hose and panties. 

"Honey, let's put these back on, guys really like that, don't they Tony?"

"Oh yeah, we love it!" Tony said. 

With a shaky left hand, Mike zoomed on Tina putting the black heels on Jen's feet (his right hand was around his dick). She looked incredibly sexy, completely nude except for the black heels. He heard the heels scrap against the wood floor as Tony gently pushed her legs apart. He panned back so he could see their entire bodies. 

Tony lowered his face to Jen's pussy. He liked what he saw. Her pussy was smooth and tight, with lips that were thin and just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. He was a little surprised she wasn't hairless. Most of the cougars he fucked, like Tina, kept themselves completely smooth like porn stars, and he (and his friends) preferred that. Then he remembered this was Jen's first time with another man, and inwardly smiled. He loved fucking other men's wives, there was a special thrill about taking a pussy that belonged to another man. 

Beads of sweat formed on Mike's brow as he watched Tony's head disappear between his wife's thighs. A moment later he heard Jen moan, and he knew Tony's tongue had found her clit. Tony pushed her legs farther apart, giving him complete access to her pussy. He reached up and fondled her tits as he ate her. Jen clutched the sofa cushions, her back arching. "Ohhhh gawwwwwd," she groaned as her body convulsed in an orgasm.

Seeing another man make his wife cum was too much for Mike. His cock jerked and shot cum onto his chest as he came.

"Oh god" Jen gasped as her orgasm peaked, then slowly receded. Tony got up and wiped his mouth across the back of his hand. Mike expected Tony to enter her, but instead he moved up Jen's body and kissed her. Jen immediately returned Tony's kisses. For some reason, seeing his wife kiss Tony with such passion bothered Mike. In the emotional clarity that comes after an orgasm, Mike wondered if he had made a mistake, letting another man (especially a man as young and good looking as Tony) enjoy his wife's charms.

After several minutes of kissing, Tony pulled Jen to her feet. "Let's go upstairs." 

"I'll join you guys in a minute," Tina said, smiling.

After they disappeared upstairs, Tina looked into the camera. "Mike, call me now if you want me to stop this from going any further."

Conflicting emotions raged through Mike. Seeing his wife naked in front of another man, seeing them kiss and have oral sex, seeing the other man make her cum -- it was exciting beyond belief -- but also disturbing. Their marriage was wonderful, she was devoted to him, and now they'd brought another man into the mix. He felt a pain in his stomach (or was it his heart?). Yet, seeing the two of them just moments ago, the muscular man on top of his wife, kissing and fondling her, it was an incredible sight! His dick was already hard again. And seeing how Jen had acted with Tony -- he had never known his wife was such a bad girl! He burned to see her fucked by Tony. He had never wanted anything more in his life.

Not hearing the telephone ring, Tina grinned into the camera. "You're so kinky, I love it!" She turned toward the stairs, then looked over her shoulder into the camera. "Are you coming?" she teased, giggling at the double entendre.

Mike switched to the camera in the guest bedroom. He was relieved to see they weren't fucking yet, because he wanted to watch his wife's face as Tony first penetrated her with his monster cock.

Jen lay on her back on the bed. She still wore the black heels. Tony was between her legs, which were bent at the knees, and spread wide to accommodate Tony's large muscular body.

Jen reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock. She rubbed his cockhead between her pussy lips. It felt so good. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her. "Do you have a condom?" she asked. She groaned with frustration when he shook his head. She had to be careful. Mike had had a vasectomy after their second child, so she wasn't on any birth control. "Tina, do you?" 

Tina shook her head. "You know I like skin on skin."

Jen frowned at her friend. That's easy for you to say, she thought. Tina learned years ago she couldn't have children. She looked back at Tony, who shrugged apologetically. 

It was too late to stop now. Her body ached to feel Tony inside her. "Okay, just don't cum in me, okay?" 

Tony grinned, admiring her pretty face. "Sure. Can I cum on your face, babe?"

Jen giggled at his predictability. "Well, maybe if you're a good boy," she teased.

"Oh, I'm very good," he said as he leaned in and kissed her. As they French kissed, Jen again reached between their bodies and took hold of Tony's cock. She guided him towards her pussy. "Just go slow," Jen breathed between kisses. "You're bigger than I'm used to."

Mike shuddered at his wife's unfavorable comparison of him to her new lover. He shifted to a split view, half of the screen on Jen's face, the other on her pussy. "Oh god!" Jen groaned through clenched teeth as Tony penetrated her pussy with his bulbous cockhead. Her hands clutched the sheets. "I haven't -- had -- something so big -- in a long -- time," she grunted between breaths as Tony penetrated her. 

Mike looked at his wife's face -- her eyes clenched shut, her cheeks flushed, her nostrils flaring. His heart pounded at the sight of his wife's pussy being slowly penetrated by another man's cock. "Yeah Tony, give it to her," he panted under his breath as he stroked his small dick. "Push your thick cock into my wife's pussy. Let her see what a real cock feels like." Mike's self-degrading thoughts pushed him over the edge, and with a lurch he came again. 

With his lust temporarily sated, Mike's misgivings returned. But he couldn't take his eyes off the screen. "God, oh god, oh god," he heard his wife moan as, inch by inch, Tony's cock disappeared inside her. "It feels so good!" With self-loathing, Mike felt arousal stirring within him again.

"There!" Tony said triumphantly. "It's all in you now, all 9 inches!" He began to slowly rock back and forth.

"Oh god yes!" Jen moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Tony's pace quickened. "You want it hard, is that it?"

"Yes, yes!" Jen begged. "Fuck me hard!"

Tony lifted Jen's long legs over his shoulders, smashing her thighs against her tits, and pounded her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried, her hands gripping the sheets as if holding on for dear life. Then her body tensed and she came. "Ahh ahh ahh," she moaned, wrapping her arms around Tony's neck. Tony leaned down and covered Jen's mouth with his own. Her manicured nails dug into Tony's muscular shoulders, her orgasm peaking with her young lover's tongue swirling in her mouth. In the basement, the sight of Jen cumming on Tony's cock pushed Mike over the edge, and he came once again. He couldn't believe he had cum again so quickly.

Tony's pace slowed, but didn't stop, the gentle rocking helping Jen extend the pleasure of her orgasm. He released Jen's legs from his shoulders, and they fell back to the bed, bent at the knee, her heels flat on the bed. During this time, as Jen's orgasm peaked and gradually faded, Tony kept his lips locked on Jen's, gently kissing her and exploring her tongue with his own. Gradually he quickened his pace, but their fucking was not as frantic as before. Tony rotated his hips, searching for Jen's g-spot. He knew he had found it when she moaned from the pleasure, and then he focused his cock on that magical spot inside her, making sure to rub it with each stroke. At the same time, Tony leaned into Jen so as to rub the shaft of his cock against her clitoris, back and forth, over and over, expertly stimulating both her g-spot and clit.

"Oh god, that feels good, yeah, yeah, just like that. God, oh god, you're going to make me cum again," Jen moaned as she felt another orgasm building inside her, which surprised her since she had already cum twice.

Mike sat disheartened as he watched Tony bring his wife to the brink of another orgasm. His cock lay limp in his hand, his lust sated for the moment. "God, god, I'm cumming!" he heard his wife cry, her body convulsing as she once again orgasmed in another man's arms. Mike imagined his wife's pretty toes curling inside her high heels, and his cock twitched to life.

"That felt so good, you're incredible," Jen gasped between breaths, marveling at the intensity of pleasure she had just experienced. She finally caught her breath. "Here, roll over," she said to Tony, knowing he hadn't cum yet. On top, Jen moved on his shaft, riding him up and down. She squeezed her pussy muscles on each downward stroke to increase his pleasure. She learned to do this years ago with Mike. She couldn't squeeze as hard with Tony's much larger member, but judging by his moans he liked what she was doing.

Jen leaned over and kissed Tony, then worked down from his mouth to his neck, then up to his ear. As this was their first time together, she paid close attention to his reactions, sucking and licking when his body reacted, moving on when it didn't. She licked around his ear, then flicked her tongue into his ear. "Ugh fuck!" he groaned immediately, his back arching so violently he almost tossed her off him.

Jen smiled inside, knowing she had found one of his erogenous zones. She lightly licked his ear again, probing for just the right pressure to pleasure him, at the same time continuing to move up and down on his thick shaft.

"Oh god baby you're good!" he said appreciatively, wrapping his arms around her neck and returning her kisses. They stayed like that for what seemed like minutes. Mike's cock had returned to life, and he was lightly stroking himself. Seeing his wife work so hard to please Tony made him heartsick with jealousy, but it aroused him too. It was incredibly erotic to watch his wife straddling Tony, impaled on his long thick cock, her beautiful legs tensing as she fucked him. Once again, seeing her intimately kissing him, sometimes passionately, other times tenderly and even lovingly, was worst than watching them fuck, but it also turned him on in a masochistic sort of way.

"Oh fuck, I'm close to cumming!" Tony warned. Jen was tempted to let Tony cum inside her. Fortunately, being mostly sated after three orgasms, good sense prevailed and she got off him. They changed positions, with Jen on her back, and Tony straddling her chest. Tony pointed his cock at Jen's pretty face, rapidly stroking himself. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, she reached under him and lightly probed along his sandbar, and then pressed a finger against his rectum. 

"OHHH FUCK!" he growled at the sudden intense pleasure, and then he came. Waves after waves of his thick cum shot from his cock and landed on her cheeks and chin, into her open mouth, over her eyes, and in her blonde hair.

When he was done, Jen's face was coated with his cum. She held her hands to the side in a helpless gesture, and started to giggle. "Oh god, that's a lot," she said marveling at the amount of Tony's cum. 

"Here," Tina said helpfully, handing Jen a towel. Jen wiped her face. "Don't wipe it all off," Tina said mischievously. "Remember Mike wants to see you freshly fucked."

Mike saw his wife roll her eyes, and then the two girls laughed. It was like a stake through his heart.

"I better get going," she said, sliding out of bed. Suddenly feeling modest, she covered her naked body with a sheet. She picked up her blouse and skirt and headed for the hallway, intending to dress in Tina's bathroom.

Tony gently grabbed her hand. "Can I see you again?"

Jen hesitated, not knowing what to say. She had enjoyed being with Tony immensely, but she was married after all. "I'm not sure," she answered honestly.

Jen got dressed, and left for home. Mike had already left, Tina knew. The video room was empty when she checked a moment ago.

Chapter 8

Mike took Jen's hand as soon as she got home, and rushed her up to their bedroom. He had driven like a madman to beat her home, all the while reliving what he had seen from Tina's video room. He was hard again, even though he had already cum multiple times that evening.

Mike closed the bedroom door and then stepped away from his wife. "Just stand there for a minute. I want to look at you."

Jen looked quizzically at her husband, and then understood. She smiled impishly. "Do you like how I look?"

Mike studied his wife. She wore the same blouse and skirt, but she hadn't bothered to put back on her bra or pantyhose. Also, her lip stick was long gone, and her hair was disheveled and a little matted (from Tony's dried cum?).

"Yeah, I do, I think you look great," Mike finally replied. He pulled his wife to him, and covered her mouth with his. His hands roamed over her body. She did look freshly fucked, and it made him lightheaded with excitement. He was sure he could smell Tony on her. He pushed her onto the bed and pushed up her skirt. She hadn't bothered to put back on her panties either, and when he spread her legs he saw that her pussy lips were still swollen. He got between her legs and pulled down her blouse. Her normally milky white breasts were red from the abuse they had taken from Tony's rough fondling. This further evidence of another man's use of her body excited him more. 

He pulled down his pants, and positioned himself between her legs. "Did he fuck you?" he asked, being careful not to let Jen know he had watched it all. 

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" she said guardedly.

"God yes!"

"Then, yeah, that's what he did. He fucked me."

"Oh god!" he moaned. He had watched it all, but it thrilled him to hear her say it. He pushed into her. Her pussy was hot and looser than normal. It had never felt so good. "Did he make you cum?"

"Yeah."

"How many times?"

Jen hesitated as she thought back. "I can't remember," she said honestly. "A lot."

"Oh god," Mike groaned, his wife's words making him shudder with passion. "Was he good?"

"Yeah," she replied, certain now her husband wouldn't be upset by the truth. "He was really good."

Mike grunted as he came.

A few minutes later, they spooned in the bed. Mike's thoughts returned to what he had witnessed in Tina's video room, and he started getting hard again. Jen felt him and giggled. "So soon?"

"I can't help it, just thinking about it makes me hard. So -- are you going to do it again?"

Jen laughed. "I think I've had enough excitement tonight to last a lifetime," she protested, but Mike sensed she didn't really mean it.

"Oh come on, admit it, you loved it, and so did I. Besides, there are so many more guys for you to try out."

She laughed again. "Tina calls them the Stallions."

"The Stallions, huh? Don't you mean the milf-hunters?" They laughed. "Anyway, don't you think it would be fun to hang out with them, like Tina?"




Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 01



"Just hang out?" she asked in a mischievous voice. She was teasing him now. "Or, hang out like Tina?"

Mike pulled his wife to him. "You know what I mean." He pushed into her. "Anything you do with them is okay with me. Anything."

Chapter 9

(A few weeks later)

Mike found his wife already at the bar, sitting at a large table with Tina and three Stallions. 

Jen was talking and laughing with Darius. "Hi honey," she said, affectionately squeezing his arm and kissing him on the cheek. She slid over to make room for him, but then went back to flirting with Darius. Tina smiled at Mike, but soon returned to flirting with the other two guys. Mike felt awkward sitting at the table, like a third wheel. Tina said she wanted to dance, and pulled two of the guys with her. Darius and Jen laughed, and soon they both were up and heading to the dance floor. 

Over the last month, Jen had partied with Tina and the Stallions every weekend. She seemed like a different person. She loved dancing and the club scene. It reminded Mike of college, when he first met her. One of the prettiest girls on campus, and always incredibly popular, she partied with Tina and her other sorority sisters all the time. As far as Mike knew, she never had a steady boyfriend until they started going out, instead going out with a lot of guys. Even to this day, Mike couldn't believe she fell in love with him, being so different from the other guys she used to date. Now, though, it seemed she had returned to her college days, because the Stallions were just like those guys she used to date.

Mike wondered if Jen had slept with all those guys from college. If not, she certainly was doing her best to catch up. Over the last month, from Tina's video room, he had watched her fuck 3 different Stallions. Jen spent more time with Darius than any other Stallion. Mike had watched her have sex with him 4 times. He still hadn't told Jen about the video room, and as far as he could tell Tina hadn't said anything either. Mike liked watching his wife have sex with other men, and then come home later and tell him about it. 

Mike felt awkward being there. In the hot wife stories he read, the husband usually watched his wife from the shadows of the bar. But that wasn't an option, because it quickly spread among the Stallions that Jen's husband liked to watch. While he felt awkward sitting at the Stallions' table, he'd feel even more foolish hiding in the shadows, with them knowing he was there.

He didn't always go with Jen when she partied with Tina and the Stallions. Sometimes he'd stay home. Either way, though, he'd always sneak into Tina's video room. Tina had even given him a key so he could go through her basement door.

When he went, the Stallions mostly ignored him. They openly flirted with Jen in front of him. She devoted most of her attention to the Stallions, and didn't object when they fondled her right in front of him. This bothered him, but thrilled him too. He wasn't used to his wife paying so little attention to him. But he was coming to understand that this was part of the game, and the thrill. Somehow, in a dark way, the hurt feelings and jealously worked to heighten his arousal. And there was no doubt he was aroused. Jen had worn a short black dress that showed off her long shapely legs. He loved seeing her in it, and she looked so sexy dancing with Darius. He left the bar and headed to his car, eagerly anticipating what he might see later that night in Tina's video room.

Chapter 10

(2 months later)

Mike sat at the desk in his home office, trying to finish a project for work. Upstairs, Jen was getting ready to go out, another Friday night with Tina and the Stallions. He wanted to go, but he had too much work. He had gotten the promotion, and they enjoyed having the extra money, but he often had to bring work home to keep up.

Jen entered the den and kissed him on the cheek. "How do I look?" 

"You look incredible!" She wore her favorite skinny jeans. He loved the way she looked in them. They were made of really thin fabric, so they were almost like tights, showing every contour of her long, shapely legs. Jen had majored in ballet and modern dance in college -- she still danced regularly in a local ballet studio -- and it showed in her legs. While incredibly slim and shapely, her long legs were also lithe and muscular, and the skinny jeans showed the rippling of her leg muscles as she moved. They also really showed off her tight ass. Jen knew Mike loved seeing her in the jeans. It kind of bothered him that she had chosen to wear them tonight, when he wouldn't be able to go.

The door bell rang. "That's Tina, I've got to go," she said excitedly. She gave Mike a quick kiss on the cheek, and rushed out the door. 

Mike had a hard time working, distracted by what Jen might be doing with the Stallions. For months she had partied almost every weekend with Tina and the Stallions. Most times she'd end the evening fucking Darius. That bothered him, because they had started going to Darius's apartment to fuck, so he couldn't watch from Tina's video room; he had to be satisfied with just their pillow talk when she got home. It also bothered him that she was spending so much time with Darius. It was almost like they were going steady, like she was his girlfriend.

His computer buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. It was an email from Tina. He opened it: "Thought you'd like these."

Attached to the email were pictures. Suspecting what they might be, he eagerly opened the first picture. It was of Jen in the bar, looking great in her skinny jeans. Her tailored, crisp white blouse nicely showed off her petite body, and her stiletto heels made her already long legs look even longer. Darius had his arm around her, and she was talking and laughing with him.

In the next picture, the Stallions had bent Jen over a pool table. She was still fully clothed and everyone was laughing, so it looked like they were just horsing around. Skin was showing between Jen's jeans and blouse. Her thong had crept up her back, and Darius was grinning lecherously into the camera, pretending to tongue the black lace of her thong.

Mike didn't understand the next picture. Jen was surrounded by the Stallions. They were all laughing. Darius was trying to get Jen to take something (it looked like a white towel), but Jen was laughing and shaking her head no.

Mike's eyes grew wide at the next picture. Tina was standing next to Jen, both of them surrounded by the Stallions. Inside the circle, Tina had taken off her shirt and bra! Mike zoomed on Tina's chest. As he always suspected, she had great tits. They were large and shapely. Maybe they were beginning to sag a little bit, and she could stand to lose a few pounds around her stomach, but there was no doubt that Tina was a desirable woman.

In the next picture, Tina had put on a tight t-shirt that scooped in the front, showing a lot of Tina's cleavage. Now Mike got it. The club was having a wet t-shirt contest, and the Stallions were trying to get the girls to enter.

In the next picture, Mike saw two other girls topless, in the process of putting their t-shirts on. They were younger than Tina and, standing next to them, Tina looked like, well, a 34 year old woman standing next to a couple of 20-something girls. Their pretty faces looked younger, and both had tits as big as Tina's, but perkier with upturned nipples that seemed to point straight up to the ceiling. Next to the younger girls, Tina wasn't nearly as pretty or desirable. Mike imagined the Stallions always had younger girls around them, and he wondered if the comparison bothered Tina. He wondered if Jen shared the same concerns.

The next picture again showed Jen in the middle of the circle. The Stallions were egging Jen to take off her top, and put on the t-shirt. Darius had him arms around her, trying to unbutton her top. Jen was laughing, playfully slapping Darius's hand.

In the next picture, Darius had his arm around Jen's waist, smiling and whispering into her ear, clearly trying to convince her to enter the contest. Jen, an arm around Darius and the other holding his hand at her waist, seemed delighted with whatever Darius was saying to her, a big smile on her face. With a pang of jealousy, Mike couldn't help noticing how they looked like a couple. 

In the next picture, Jen had finally relented and taken off her blouse and bra, but had impishly turned so her back faced the Stallions. She was looking back at them with a teasing smile, and the Stallions (including Darius) were booing.

But in the next picture, Jen had turned, revealing her topless body to the Stallions. It didn't really matter. Mike was sure by now most of the Stallions had seen his wife's naked body, either at Tina's house or Darius's apartment. 

In the picture, Jen stood next to the other two girls, who had not yet put on their t-shirts. Unlike Tina, Jen looked really good next to the younger girls. Although at least 10 years older, Jen was naturally prettier, and her soft blonde hair and big blue eyes gave her a fresh, almost innocent look that was lacking in the younger girls. Jen couldn't compare size-wise in the tits department, but her breasts were as shapely and perky as the younger girls', and her smallish breasts gave her a younger girlish look that appealed to many men (like Mike). Also, unlike Tina, Jen's tummy was as flat and sexy as the younger girls.

What set Jen apart from the younger girls, and just about every other female on the planet, were her long shapely dancer's legs. In her form-fitting skinny jeans and high heels, and being nude from the waist up, she was breathtakingly beautiful and desirable. The younger girls weren't in her class, which was confirmed a few pictures later. That picture showed about 20 girls on stage, all of them in their t-shirts after being soaked with water (Tina wasn't on stage, so she must have bowed out of the contest and kept taking pictures). Jen was easily the prettiest girl on stage (even though she had the smallest tits by far). It didn't surprise Mike, then, that the next picture showed the MC giving Jen the winner's medal. 

The next picture was actually a movie. The video was gritty because it was taken in low light. Tina later told Mike it was taken in the alley behind the bar. In the video, Jen was against the alley wall, sucking face with Darius. Darius moved his hand between their bodies and cupped her breast. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Jen kicked them off, somehow managing to keep her heels on, and then she reached down and almost frantically unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Once again, Mike marveled at the size of Darius's cock. It was the longest and thickest he had ever seen, like John Holmes on steroids. 

Because he was so much taller (even with Jen in her 4 inch high heels), Darius had to bend at the knees to position himself. He thrust up violently, practically raising Jen out of her high heels. She moaned as his thick cock penetrated her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her leg around his thigh, and Darius fucked her hard, each thrust pushing her hard against the wall. They fucked like wild animals, their lips locked together the entire time. As Mike excitedly masturbated to the video, he was reminded of the time when Tina had given a wall job to her then lover, Jason. 

Mike watched his wife cum. He could always tell when she orgasmed, either by the look on her face, the way her back arched, or the curling of her toes. Darius seemed about to cum as well. Jen pulled away from him and got on her knees. That pleased Mike. At least she wasn't letting him cum inside her. 

As she stroked and sucked on Darius, Mike's attention was brought to Jen's left hand. He frowned. She wasn't wearing her wedding ring. He paused the video and quickly scrolled through the earlier pictures. He hadn't noticed before, but she wasn't wearing her wedding ring in any of the pictures.

He tried to remember earlier that evening. He was certain she had been wearing her wedding ring then. She must have taken it off before meeting Darius. The realization made him heartsick. They hardly saw each other on weekends anymore. He saw her even less since getting the promotion, since he often had to work late or on weekends. Feelings of loneliness and jealousy washed over him.

He switched back to the video, and hit play. Jen was on her knees, Darius's cock stuffed in her mouth. She still wore the wet t-shirt, but was nude from the waist down. The wet t-shirt was pasted against her body, her tits clearly outlined and visible through the translucent material. Darius gripped Jen's blonde hair, holding her head still as he fucked her pretty face. With each thrust he only went a few inches into her mouth -- he was too thick to go farther -- but Mike could tell his wife had to work hard to keep from gagging, and saliva rolled off her chin and down her neck. 

Darius pulled Jen's hair hard as he came. She grimaced with pain, but didn't pull away. Her cheeks ballooned as Darius filled her mouth with cum. He was shooting his jism into her mouth faster than she could swallow. Then he pulled out, and took his cock in his hand. With his other hand still holding the back of her head, he shot three huge loads of spunk onto her face. Jen didn't try to pull away. Instead, she tilted her head up and looked at him with her big blue eyes. 

After he finished cumming, Jen took his cock in both hands, and rubbed it across her face, spreading his cum all over her pretty face. Mike heard clapping and applause. Tina and the other Stallions -- and maybe the entire bar -- had seen the show. 

Realizing they had an audience, Jen shyly looked away, reaching for her discarded jeans. Somehow, even though she had just been fucked in an alley, and with spunk all over her face, her demure reaction to the unwanted audience made her seem innocent, adding to her desirabiliyand more alluring. 

Hearing the applause, Darius initially had a big smile on this face and shook his first triumphantly at the crowd, like he was celebrating of his conquest of the pretty blonde. But then, realizing that Jen was upset, he scowled at the crowd and told them to fuck off. He helped Jen put on her jeans, positioning his large muscular body to shield her from the crowd.

While watching the video, Mike had cum twice. But as the video ended, with Darius's arm protectively around his wife, the pangs of jealousy and doubt returned.

Chapter 11

Jen got home around 3am. Tony dropped her off, not Darius, which surprised Mike. She wore her skinny jeans and white blouse, and held her heels in her hand. Mike wondered where the t-shirt had ended up. Jen begged off any conversation, saying she was exhausted, and went right to sleep.

The next morning, Jen seemed distracted. She said she didn't sleep well. Mike thought she was probably hung over. Hung over or not, though, he needed to talk to her. He motioned at her left hand. "What happened to your wedding ring?"

She didn't understand at first, but then she looked at her left hand and her tone softened. "Oh sorry," she said as she reached for her purse. She retrieved her engagement and wedding rings from the zippered pouch and put them back on. She didn't offer any explanation, seeming distracted. Then she saw Mike looking at her expectantly.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but it was awkward," she explained. "People know Darius isn't married. Then they see me with him, and they see my rings, so then I have to explain why a married woman is with a single man. So it was easier to take off the rings."

Mike frowned. "That's something else I wanted to talk about. It seems like you're with Darius a lot."

Jen shrugged, not understanding his point. "So? That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"No, it isn't. The game is about you with other men, not one particular man. You're with Darius all the time. It's like you're dating him."

Frustration clouded Jen's face. "Do we really need to talk about this right now?"

"Yes, we do. You're breaking the rules, and we have to talk about it if we're going to keep playing this game."

Jen looked exasperated. "Rules? What rules? You wanted me to go out with Tina's friends, and have sex with them, and that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm sorry it's not going exactly like you imagined, but you're just going to have to deal with it!" She angrily walked away.

"Jen, wait," Mike said, grabbing her arm. "Come on, we have to talk about this."

"No we don't!" she snapped, pulling her arm away. "This is so unfair! I do exactly what you want, and then you pull this crap on me!"

"I just want you to keep it physical -- just sex -- that's all I'm saying."

"Well I'm sorry!" she yelled, starting to cry. "That's not so easy for me! You should have thought of that before we started this!" 

Mike couldn't understand why she was getting so upset. "Why are you crying?" 

Jen didn't answer. She crossed her arms defiantly, tears flowing down her face. After so many years of marriage, Mike knew what she wanted, so he stepped closer and put his arms around her. "Come on honey," he said in a soft voice. "Tell me why you're so upset."

She hesitated for a few more moments, and then sank into his shoulder, crying. "We had a fight last night!"

"Who? You and Tina?"

"Noooooo," she sobbed. "Me and Darius." 

Later that day, Mike sat in his den while Jen took a nap in their bedroom. Still tired and emotionally spent, she had fallen asleep, her cheeks still wet. "Am I being unfair?" he wondered as he looked out the window. He had cajoled her into this game. He knew a lot of girls couldn't have a physical relationship without developing feelings. It had been entirely predictable that, if they played this game, Jen would develop feelings for the men she slept with.

Mike had known that when they started, and in fact that aspect of the game was often a big part of his fantasy. Last night, when he saw Jen without her wedding ring, it had hurt, but also thrilled him. The idea that Jen had developed feelings for Darius excited him. It hurt, and he knew it was dangerous, but it delighted him as well and made him hard. 

He walked into their bedroom. He could tell she was awake, although she was snuggled against a pillow, her back to him. He sat on the bed and softly rubbed her back. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. You're right, I wasn't being fair. I know you love me, so I shouldn't have said those things."

Jen turned around so she faced Mike. She had stopped crying, but she still looked sad. She gripped his hand. "I do love you," she assured him.

"I know you're upset about your fight last night with Darius. Why don't you go see him, and make up?"

Jen looked surprised. "I'm not sure ..." she said cautiously. "I mean, we planned to spend the day together."

Mike smiled reassuringly. "It's all right, really. I have more work to do on that project. I know this is really bothering you, and I want you to be happy."

She looked amazed. "You're the most wonderful husband in the world," she said, and kissed him.

Later that day, Mike sat alone eating dinner. An hour earlier, Jen had texted him, saying she and Darius had made up. He didn't expect her back for hours. Luckily, the kids were with Jen's parents for the weekend. But, still, that meant spending another Saturday night alone. 

He tried to work, but couldn't concentrate. He thought about what Jen was doing with Darius. Or, probably more accurate, what Darius was doing to her. She had looked amazing when she left. She had worn a tight top with a scooped neckline, the one she loved because it made her breasts look bigger than they really were. She also wore the tiny mini-skirt he had given her for their anniversary 2 years ago. It was so short -- she always said it was "obscenely short" because it was hard for her to sit without flashing her panties -- she rarely wore it. To top off her outfit she wore her highest heels. She had definitely dressed to impress, and he was sure it wouldn't be too hard for her to make up with Darius after he saw how good she looked. 




Husband's Fantasy Becomes Hers



This story was written for and with the help of a wonderful lady from Kansas named Carol. I enjoyed writing her story and hope that I can share other fantasies with her in the future. I will forward all your comments to her.

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The story really begins about six years ago when my husband introduced a little fantasy to me in our bedroom. His latest dream work was to watch me and another man! Well I have to say that I was more then a bit shocked, I am not a prude or anything and have always encouraged my husband to openly talk about his fantasies but this one was different. 

We were both about 40 at the time and married for almost 15 years so I don't even remember what its like to be with anyone other then my husband. He continued his story and I actually felt a little bad for him because he sensed my negative reaction and was looking kind of excited and embarrassed at the same time. I quickly figured that if I told him I thought he was just a tad sick I would risk him never sharing anything again so instead I played along.

He really wasn't looking for much and all he wanted me to do was let him pretend to be a masseuse that would give me a massage and at some point make a pass at me. A massage sounded great so I figured why not. He had me lay on the bed in my panties and covered my back with a towel and proceeded to massage me for what had to be two hours. He would come close to touching me in a private area but never really on it, well this was driving me crazy! It must have been the longest session of foreplay we had ever had. He pretended to catch a glimpse of my body as I flipped over or as he moved the towel. Then without warning he started to massage my breasts and I playing the very turned on wife allowed him and said nothing. Well his fantasy ended by slipping his hand under my panties and I came in an instant after all the build up.

After the role-play we made love and it was great. He was so hard and the extended foreplay had me on overdrive. A few hours later we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he left early to play golf and I just hung out at home. I thought a lot about our little role-play I found myself thinking of different scenarios to play out with him. 

We continued to play out our little role-plays from time to time over the next couple of years. I found myself not only enjoying it but also using it to my advantage. My husband has never been a very big take-charge guy in bed but when we role-played a fantasy he would be incredible so whenever I wanted some good and long lasting sex I would bring up a role-play idea. We tried many different scenarios and as we did the fantasy would go further. We went from just the touching massage to oral sex and eventually we were role-playing me having sex with another. In his fantasy sometimes he would imagine himself watching from in the room or a closet or sometimes pretend I was just cheating and he was not there. 

Then next stage of our little role-plays would happen after what at the time seemed like a pretty insignificant incident. We had a good friend named Mike that was staying with us for a couple of days while on a business trip. One morning as we were all scurrying to get ready for work he walked in to our bedroom to ask my husband a question thinking I was in the shower and to his surprise I was getting dressed and my husband was the one in the shower. I was sitting at the dresser fixing my hair wearing only a bra and panties at the time. He looked at me and his face turned various shades of red and then he said he was sorry and ran out. I didn't think anything of it since I wasn't naked and my bra and panties covered not much less then a bathing suit. Later that night I told my husband about it thinking that Mike was a bit embarrassed. My husband made light of it during dinner with him and I thought that was that. 

Well was I ever wrong, later that night my husband wanted to role-play our little fantasy but this time he wanted to pretend it was Mike. This was the first time we actually gave a name or face to this fantasy guy of ours. I was a little spooked because I knew this was all related to him seeing me but I went with it and had a great time. During the role-play he wanted me to tell him word for word what happened, since the incident had lasted a second he asked me to exaggerate a little. So the story became more involved with me having on only panties and Mike lingering talking to me while we exchanged glances. Well once again my husband rewarded me with on great night of sex. 

The next morning my husband made a comment that the whole idea of our Mike seeing me was so sexy he wouldn't mind it happening again. I was kind of floored by this and didn't know how to take it but the whole thing was making me feel pretty sexy.

I spent most of the day wondering what if anything I should do. Later that night a while after we had gone to bed I got a chance to do something and I surprised my self by doing it. My husband and I had been in bed for a while and I heard our Mike go into the bathroom between the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Mustering all my courage, I decided to pretend not knowing he was already in the bathroom and go out in the hall. I was wearing a short chemise that was a bit sheer with panties underneath. I waited till I heard him start to open the door and then walked to the door. The timing was near perfect as we bumped into each other in the dark hallway. Naturally he was startled and in the commotion his hand brushed against my breast. I almost fell and he pulled me into his arms to keep me from collapsing from the collision. He was wearing shorts and his body felt warm against mine. He was very surprised and a bit embarrassed but did sneak a nice look. I tried covering up a bit with my hands and giggled as he said we have to stop meeting like this.

Well hubby was ready to explode when I got back to the bedroom and so was I. 

Mike left and we continued to have our role-plays but now they were more specific about people and how the seductions occurred. They also frequently had the theme that I was somehow caught partially nude to start. The partial nudity I had shared with our friend had turned me on quite a bit. I had never been a very sexy dresser or anything like that so I was surprised that I had enjoyed it. My husband had also liked it and I had a feeling he would want me to repeat it at some point.

A few months had past and we planned a short trip to cancun, I was looking forward to a nice relaxing time but my husband kept talking about the topless beaches. I was not at all crazy about walking around topless but I also knew he would wear me down on the issue.

The short four-day vacation started pretty normal as we spent the first day lounging at the pool and relaxing. In the afternoon I decided to play some volleyball so I went down to the beach while Ken went over to the bar. I stood and watched a few people playing and a younger very cute Hispanic man looked at me and asked if I wanted to play. He introduced himself as Carlos and positioned me on the team. Well we played a couple of games and when it was over Carlos walked back to the pool with me and I introduced him to Ken. Carlos left quickly and we finished our day with a nice dinner. 

The next morning at breakfast we ran into Carlos and ended up sitting by him at a large table. We chatted quite a bit with Ken as usual just looking on. It turned out he was in the Navy and on some much needed vacation. He was feeling a bit lost because his buddy was supposed to come along but had to cancel at the last minute so he came solo. We finished breakfast and went our separate ways.

Ken quickly started to ask about going over to the south side of the beach and going topless. I wasn't that comfortable with it but knowing that I would never see anyone there again I gave in. We walked over to the beach and set some towels down and I removed my top. At first I laid on my stomach trying to hide a bit but as time went on I rolled over and didn't feel that awkward. Ken sat up trying to catch guys looking as they walked by. Then as I was lying with my eyes closed soaking up the sun I felt a presence and a shadow I opened my eyes to see Carlos standing over us saying hello. I started to blush a bit and was a bit tongue-tied. He simply chatted a little about the weather and how great the water was. I didn't know whether to cover up or what. Carlos stayed for no more then a minute or two and then left us. As he left I was feeling a wide range of emotions. I felt a bit embarrassed and at the same time aroused at being exposed like that. Ken started telling me how hot it was for him to have a stranger standing there talking to me with my breasts exposed although he was a bit disappointed because Carlos appeared to be a true gentleman as he didn't stare. Well I don't have to tell you that later that afternoon we had a very hot role-play which included Carlos and our beach scene.

After our sex session Ken started talking about how great it would be to watch me hang with Carlos on the beach and maybe allow something to happen. I was taken back a bit but he quickly stated that he didn't want anything crazy just some flirting. I dismissed it and we continued our day. At night while having dinner Carlos saw us and came over to say hello. As we chatted for a few minutes my husband to my surprise mentioned that he was going to take a tour of some historical sites that would last a few hours. Carlos asked why I wasn't going and I said I preferred to get some sun or play some volleyball. After a few more minutes Carlos left and ken and I had a little argument. I was a bit pissed that he took it upon himself to arrange for me to be alone like that but in the end it sounded like it might be fun and harmless so Ken said he would spend a few hours watching from a far and then I could fill him in on conversations and anything he missed.

Well the next day I was feely very sexy about what it would be like. Ken pretended to leave and I walked to the beach. I went over to the topless section of the beach and laid my towel down and removed my top. I lay out for a while and then I heard Carlos say good morning Carol. I opened my eyes and said hi. He laid a towel down next to mine and laid down, we proceeded to chat away like we had known each other for a long time, he told me about places he had been to with the navy. After a while I noticed that Carlos was a little different then he had been around my husband, he would glance at my breasts, and while talking with his hands would casually tap my shoulder or arm. Then he mentioned that I was starting to turn red, he moved behind me as I was sitting up and said he would do my back. He put some nice lotion on my back and massaged in quite well but never went any further but did brush the sides of my breasts just a bit. He watched intently however as I did the rest of my body. A while later he suggested a jump in the water and I went along. We swam around for a while and at one point splashed each other a bit, which cause him to kind of wrestle me a little and throw me under. When he did that he accidentally or on purpose brushed me a few times against my breasts and pretty much grabbed my ass. We went back to the towels and at that point I was pretty horny and wanted to go back to the room and wait for Ken so I mentioned that Ken should be coming back and I wasn't sure how he would feel about me being there topless alone with Carlos. He said he understood with a sly little smile and we headed back to my room. He walked me to the door and said goodbye but tried to kiss me, I was kind of surprised but was so aroused at that point that I returned it my opening my mouth for a few seconds then broke the kiss. I walked in the room and couldn't believe what I had just done. Ken came in a while later and we spent the next 5 hours in the room talking about what happened and having the hottest sex we had ever had.

The next day, which was our last, we saw Carlos and hung out with him for a while but I felt a little awkward about what I felt. Anyway we said our goodbye and traded email addresses. Now we have traded addresses with people before we have met on vacation and then when we got back to real life never had the time to stay in touch but Carlos would prove to be different.

We started exchanging emails with Carlos almost immediately after returning home. Ken was always busy with work and before long the dialogue was just between Carlos and me. We talked about everything in those messages. He told me about his mom's poor health, his sister's abusive husband, the places he had traveled around the world, and how homesick he was at times. In return each message I would give him words of encouragement and before long we were close, albeit long-distance friends.

After a few months had past one of his emails talked about the kiss and his desire that day. I wanted to tell him how aroused the kiss had made me. I even thought about sharing with Carlos the fantasy that Ken and I had been playing. Ken even said that I should tell Carlos how excited he had made me. But that would have been fantasy and this was reality. I wrote back and told him it was nothing more then kiss between two friends. I know Ken and Carlos were probably disappointed.

We continued exchanging emails for a few months. I let my guard down a little while Carlos was on a long sea duty. Our conversations began to be more sexual in nature. It was so easy to share things with him I guess because I felt safe knowing he was far away. One night while writing a message to Carlos, Ken came in and read the message then without my knowledge attached a picture of me wearing a bikini he had taken in Cancun. Carlos was very appreciative of the photograph. Truthfully I wasn't aggravated with Ken for sending it. During the months we discussed Carlos long periods without sex. He admitted masturbating while thinking about me and looking my picture. It was very arousing that he felt that way about me, but I disregarded it whenever I wrote back.

His tour of sea came to an end. I didn't hear from him for about a week, and then a message came. The Navy was sending him to specialized training in Wichita and he had saved up his leave and could visit with us fir a few days. Without thinking I said of course.

I told Ken about my mixed feelings about the whole thing. Ken made it clear that he was past the fantasy stage and felt we were both ready to take the next step. He didn't have to explain what the ext step was. He felt Carlos was perfect due to his position in life, young single and in the Navy, if it didn't work out we could easily never see him again as opposed to our friend Mike for instance who would be a constant reminder of what we had done.

I was perfectly content with our fantasy role-play. Of course Carlos was the perfect person. He had defiantly charmed me during the past few months. But I just didn't think I would have the courage to do what was expected. Maybe some flirting or touching and nothing more, that would be okay. But what if it developed into more than just petting and kissing, what if Carlos wanted more? In the back of my mind was an even more troubling fear, what effect would this leave on our marriage.

I insisted it had to happen spontaneously with Carlos being the aggressor. I also felt strongly that Carlos could never know that Ken was in on the plan. This was important because it gave me an out. If things went sour, Ken could race in and rescue me from Carlos. Also, I could end the relationship by saying for the sake of my marriage I could never let myself be tempted again.

After a couple of days we finally agreed that Ken would give Carlos and I some space and if it happened great if not then so be it. I told Ken that even if nothing happened at the very least he would be able to watch me flirt with Carlos for a few days in our own home.

The day came and in the interest of giving us space and since hubby was working that day I drove to pick him up. It was a two-hour drive home so it gave us time to chat. When he greeted me I got a warm hug and a peck on the lips but in the car the conversation was pretty basic. Unlike emails now we were face to face and it was harder to discuss sexual things and that was fine with me. We arrived at our house and by then my husband was home making dinner on the grill. We spent that evening pretty much just talking about places he had been to and stuff. For Ken's sake I tried when possible to stand or sit close to Carlos and flirt a little but he as usual was a gentleman with my husband present. I got the guest room ready for him and we all went to bed, before I did I made sure to walk around the house a little in my nightshirt, which Ken of course loved.

The plan for the next day was simple, Ken would pretend to go to work and I would take Carlos to see a few sites. This would give us a nice day out and maybe something would happen when we got home and Ken could watch from outside the house. Ken woke me up and told me he was leaving and I got up and started to make some coffee and stuff. As I was doing this Carlos who must have known Ken had left came out of the guest room and into the kitchen, I was a bit surprised that he was wearing nothing more then his boxers. I said good morning and acted like I didn't even notice. I started to serve some coffee and breakfast and as I did I noticed how he looked at me. He started telling me about how much he desired me and how many times he had masturbated to my picture. I was a bit shocked at this but I guess I shouldn't have been, he had become very open in his emails and with my husband off to work (or so Carlos thought) he felt comfortable talking this way. I tried a few times to change the subject as I sat at the table with him but it was difficult. Then came his request, he told me he understood that I was married and didn't want anything to come between my husband and I but he desired me so much and he knew that I also had enjoyed his attentions. He proposed something simple as he put it, I would expose my self either naked or at least topless since he had already seen me this way and he would masturbate with me in the room. Well it I was a bit shocked at how easy he said it but I quickly realized that it was a perfect way to do something with him while still not going all the way.

I agreed and we finished breakfast and went to my bedroom. Once there he slowly removed his boxers exposing hard cock that looked huge! I don't have a lot of exp with other men but I had never seen anything like it. I was about 8 or 9 inches and really thick. I know size doesn't matter but his cock was so arousing to just look at! He lay down on the bed and asked if I had a little hand cream. I got it from the bathroom and handed it to him. I then pulled my nightshirt off exposing my breasts and my white panties. I stood there as he started to stroke himself wondering if I should go totally nude. After about a minute I smiled and peeled off my panties and of course blushed a bit. I lay down on the bed so I could watch him. I lay there as he continued to touch himself and make it even harder. I was getting so hot watching and I wanted to touch it. I watched for a while longer as he started to moan a bit and got up the nerve to reach out and lightly touch it. As I did he removed his hand and I took over slowly stroking his penis. I did this for a while and as I did he slid his hand over and started playing with one of my nipples. I have very sensitive nipples and that was all I needed to lose all sense of reality. He played with both of them and I lost all perspective at that point, I reached my head down and took his head in my mouth. He let out a great moan as I did, I was like a kid with a lollipop, licking and sucking like I had never seen a cock before. It didn't take long for him to shoot a huge load of cum in my mouth, I usually don't care for sperm and either move my mouth off or spit it out a quick as I can but I savored his sperm like it was ice cream. I took every last drop in and licked his shaft clean. After he came he put me down and started to suck my breasts, kiss me deeply. He ran his tongue all over my body finally stopping at my clit. He played with it for what seemed like just a few seconds and then stopped. I moaned for him not to stop as I was so ready to orgasm but instead he came up and put his cock inside me. Wow I remember thinking, I don't know if it was my state of arousal or its sheer size but did it feel good! He started fucking me and I came instantly, it was wonderful, my legs wrapped around his back taking him deep inside me. Then as my orgasm started to subside I started Cumming again, I had never had a multiple orgasm like that. I was bouncing both of us off the bed it was so good. He continued fucking me after my orgasm for about an hour, different positions and hot steamy touching and kissing. I had two more orgasms before he exploded inside me with a roaring orgasm. 




Husband's Fantasy Becomes Hers



We laid in bed for a while after exhausted talking about what had happened, then it hit me that Ken was somewhere outside looking at us. How was he I thought, as fear kind of set in?

Kens View,

I hadn't seen much of what happened as they had breakfast but when I saw them head to the bedroom I was startled. I never imagined anything would happen right away since they were supposed to go out for the day. I went around the house and got in position to peek in the bedroom and when I did I saw that Carlos was lying in the bed with what looked like a flagpole sticking up in the air. Carol was just standing there with a knee on the bed and all of the sudden took off her nightshirt. I couldn't believe it; she was so turned on by Carlos that they barely waited for me to leave. I was feeling just a bit Jealous to be honest but at that point my lust was still winning out. I watched, as he appeared to be jerking off, she stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but her panties watching him. I few second had past and she slipped off her panties and joined him on the bed. I didn't have a great view of the whole bed but I could see him still jerking himself off. Then I saw her hand come over to his cock and start to play with it, I even thought I heard a moan from him as she did. She played with it for a few minutes and then abruptly I saw her face come towards his cock and take him in her mouth. I was so hard at that point I thought I would cum without even touching myself. She sucked him like a girl in a porn movie, very different then she would do it to me I thought. Then his body started to spasm and I saw her taking his cum in her mouth and swallowing. He came for what seemed like forever and after he was done she licked every drop off his shaft. I was feeling a bit sick, she had never liked cum much, she rarely ever let me cum in her mouth and if she did, she would quickly dispose of it. After she was done she seemed to lie back down and Carlos got of on top, I didn't have a great view but I think they were kissing and stuff. I sat there, as my jealousy had gotten a bit stronger. I saw his head work its way down to her navel and get lost between her legs. He was down there for a while and then he came up and I realized that he was about to insert his flagpole inside her. I saw as he did and started to fuck her, she instantly started to make sounds that I could hear by the window. I could tell by her movements and sounds that she was having an orgasm, I don't know how but the orgasm continued for a really long time as if she had more then one. Her body was convulsing and her moans were loud. Carlos seemed in control just fucking her enjoying every minute.

After her long orgasm I jerked off and came with a very intense orgasm. After I felt very awkward, Cumming had cooled down my lust and now I just felt jealous. I looked in and saw she had gotten on top of him, I got a perfect view of his cock as it disappeared inside her, I watched her ride him for a while but I just couldn't watch her moan and groan over his cock anymore so I walked away from the window. I debated what to do at that point and decided that I had seen enough so I walked back to my car, which was around the corner and took a ride.

I looked around the house but couldn't see Ken. Carlos said he was going to shower so I put on a robe and looked for Ken, when I couldn't find him I called his Cell and he answered. He said he was okay but was kind of glad I was finished. He quickly told me he was coming home. I told Carlos who was in the shower that Ken had called and was on his way home from the office. 

The rest of the day was spent together and it wasn't till that night that I actually got to be alone with Ken. We talked about what happened and I could tell that it wasn't quite what he expected but I also realized that he did enjoy parts of it. We talked and he got turned on and we had some great tender sex that night. 

I am not sure we will repeat our little adventure as Carlos left the next day but I am very glad we tried it. Ken has gotten over his jealous feelings with Carlos thousands of miles away and I will never forget a very incredible morning of sex.



Husbands Fantasy Comes True



It all started one day when I was at work when I started to receive some text messages from my husband Paul. We texted a lot so it wasn't out of the ordinary. We started chatting about sex and our fantasies. Kind of makes the long boring day at work a bit on the bright side. 

We have a healthy sex life. We are very open and express our desires and wants and needs and we have sex a good 3 times a week. Not bad for a married couple who has been married for 24 years. 

I just turned 45 and my husband is 51. He still calls me his beautiful bride on occasion and of course makes me feel like it. At my age I still try to maintain a sexy appearance. I exercise a few times a week and I eat pretty decent. I'd say I weigh around 130lbs and I have short brown hair to my shoulders. I, however, am the pale one of the family. My 2 children, got their skin pigmant from my husband who tans too easily. I have to go through a few good sun burns before I begin to tan if I do at all.

My husband was texting me about a fantasy of his and telling me that he always thought it would be hot if I had sex with a younger guy. When I asked about the age frame he said anywhere of legal age til early 20s. I got to thinking about it and the thought of course turned me on. There are so many young guys around and they all have the great bodies. Definitely a turn on I thought to myself. I asked him how serious he was about his fantasy and asked if it was something he really wanted me to do. He said he would probably go through with it if we found a guy that we both agreed upon. 

Well later that night we got online and chatted around searching for guys. We met some and brought up what we wanted and some guys were on board and some figured we were messing around. Well we didn't really come to trust the guys online. You never know with the ratio of std's now days. Anyone can have them. 

So later in the week we decided to head out on the town to some local night venues and a few bars and see what all we could find. Still we had a hard time finding a guy that met both of our standards. It was harder than we thought. 

On the way home my husband made a statement that he wanted a guy to have our sons qualities, in the fact that he was a normal, handsome, and not to crazy. But he wanted an average guy. I agreed with him. And I blatently asked him if he ever thought about this guy being our own son. At first I was nervous as I asked him that and he replied with that he didn't. I thought it was dropped then because how awkward it would become afterwards should that happen.

On the rest of the drive home we were pretty quiet but I couldn't help think about what we were just discussing. Our own son? My own son? Would he be into it? Would it be weird? Has there been other women out there who have tried this? I kept trying to convince my self that it was very wrong but in the back of my mind, it made it kind of exciting. But would I actualy go through with that if the occassion arose. 

My son, Adam, is 19. A freshman in college but he still lives with us. My daughter is 22 and is out ofthe house and married as she has a baby on the way. I considered ourselves an average normal family. Adam is really cute with dark hair and dark eyes and of course his tan skin color. He is thin but has some muscle tone to his upperbody. He played basketball for his high school team and he still plays for fun when he can so he is in good shape. 

We arrived home and it was late around 10 pm and we both got ready for bed. I came out of the bathroom wearing my normal nighttime attire of a little tshirt and underwear. 

I layed down in bed next to my husband and rolled over and kissed him as he was watching Leno. I layed there watching it also but in my head I was thinking more about our earlier conversation and I decided to bring it up again. Knowing our son was in his room I said "you know Adam is just right down the hall" but in a joking manner. He laughed and said yeah I know. I asked if he had thought about it anymore and he asked me the same. I admitted that I had and, he asked if it was somethinng I'd be willing to try. I shooked my head as if I was unsure but he got it out of me that it intrigued me somewhat a little. We talked about it more and he finally said if I wanted to go to his room he would be ok with it but to come back and give him details. I asked if he was sure and he said yes so I got up and went back in the bathroom. I was shaking because I had gotten really nervous. 

I decided to put my robe on but, I took off my tshirt and left my underwear on. I probably should have changed it as I had pretty heavy moisture from all of this thinking in my head. I fixed my hair some and tied my robe and walked out looking at my husband. He just looked at me and just smiled. I walked out of the room thinking how crazy this was, should it happen, and thinking how it could start. I knew he had a laptop so I figured it was one way I can start a conversation.

As I got to his room the door was shut but I heard his tv on. It also was on Leno. Like father like son! I knocked softly while cracking the door open to find him laying there but awake. I asked if I could use his laptop for a few minutes to check a few emails and he was fine with it.

I got on the computer and opened my gmail pretending to read some emails while keep looking back at the tv seeming as if I was interested. We also may some small talk here and there before I asked him why he stopped hugging and kissing me before bedtime anymore. Of course he laughed at my little joking comment. I said and you don't snuggle either with me. He laughed more. 

I unplugged the power cord to the laptop and got up and went to sit by him on the bed. I said since you don't come to me anymore I guess I have to come to you. It was funny but my thoughts inside my mind were growing more intense. We sat there for a minute engaging in conversation when I decided to pretend to find some porn on his laptop. I showed him somethng I searched pretending it was in his history. He laughed in response. I got up and went to close his bedroom door because I had forgotten to shut it on my way in. I pressed the lock button and turned and said, your dad would flip if he knew we looked at porn together. He nodded but I made my way back to this bed this time laying down on my back propping the laptop up on my belly bracing it with my knees. I asked for him to tell me some good sites and he was willing to. We looked at porn for a few minutes and I was growing more and more horny by the second. There I was beside him, looking at porn. Never once had I imagined this moment in my entire life but I was going with it.

We looked at pictues and some videos for a bit when I decided to pretend I was cold and I manuevered his comforter around to throw over the lower half of my body. When I stopped moving around my foot has rubbed against his leg and I held it there embracing the moment feeling his leg against my toes. I loved every minute of this and he did not adjust his leg either. I kept moving my foot around on his leg til I got the courage to rub it up and down his lower leg a few times and I told him his legs were warm. Silence overcame us as we laid there looking at stuff online and I kept making little comments about how fun it was to do this and about his dad and how he would flip. 

Probably about 5 minutes later I closed the laptop and put it down on the floor by his bed and laid back down but I rolledover to face him. I had my hand under the blanket and I placed it on his chest and he looked at me and I went and kissed his forehead. He had a breif smile. I rubbed his stomach asking him if he remembered me doing this when he was young and he did. I made my way further down his shorts but pretended I had a scratch on my leg. As I went to scratch I brushed against his penis and noticed he was hard. I then had a feeling that it would go where I wanted it to go if I made that move. 

When I got done scratching I placed my hand back on his lower abdomen region on the waist line of his shorts and I slowly moved my hand further down while my eyes were focused on Leno and the tv. Both of us making little laughs to his jokes made the moment a little better. Before I knew it my entire hand had came to rest on the outside of his shorts on top of his hard penis. He didn't move or adjust so I had a feeling he was into it. I rubbed my fingertips up and down his shaft as I began to feel a bit of wetness through his shorts. His precum was beginning to soak through. I took my hand and with my fingers lifted the waist band and placed my hand under untili found his dick and I grabbed it. It was hard and very warm and yes it was a bit wet on the tip from his precum. 

I looked at him and asked him if it felt good that I was touching him this way. He nodded yes and he started to bite his lower lip. I told him to lift his butt up and I slid his shorts off as he assisted in pushing them off with his feet. We both laughed a bit before I resumed touching him. 

I started to stroke him slowly up and down feeling him. It wasn't to big and it was about an average size and that was fine with me. The more and more I stroked him the more wet my hand was getting from his precum.

I then raised the comforter enough over his penis and I was staring at it. I loved it. I leaned down and kissed his stomach as I got closer to his penis. I was only inches away when I decided to jus go for it. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip and tasted his precum. It was a lot as a string of it attached to my tongue as I pulled it away it. This made me want it more so I opened my mouth and placed it over his head and started to slowly take it deeper in my mouth. It was amazing. I was sucking his dick and I had no regrets. I no longer felt weird for it. I enjoyed this and it appeared he was as well.

I took my mouth off of it and continued stroking it with my hand. I had gotten it very wet from my saliva and he seemed to love it. I commenced sucking him and stroking him on and off for a few minutes before I stopped and looked at him. Our eyes met and I asked if it felt good and he said yes. I said you don't hate me do you and he said no. I continued with my hand rubbing his dick. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips to discover he wanted an open mouth kiss. So I went with it, touching my tongue to his while I moved my hand to his face feeling it. 

After our kiss I pulled away and laid back on my back using my hands to slide my underwear off. He noticed what I was doing as he tried to glance down and I caught him looking and we both smiled. Once they were off I rolled back over facing him grabbing his hand and placing it in between my legs. It only took a second before his fingers made their way to my pussy massaging it. I was so wet. One of his fingers found my hole and he slid it in. I closed my eyes tight feeling it as I whispered how I wanted him and how good it felt. 

Before I knew it two fngers had made their way inside of me. He wasn't doing it hard. Just slowly with just enough pressure as he felt around inside my pussy. I went and leaned in and kissed him again causing his fingers to slip out of me. 

We kissed and then I rolled over on top of him. Still with my robe on, I sat straight up and untied It, letting it fall down as my breasts were bare to him. I tossed my robe onto the floor. 

He was looking at them and it was so hot and sexy. He reached his hand up and felt them. As he was feeling them I manauevered my way on to his dick rubbing it against my slit. I asked him if he wanted to go inside of me and he nodded with a yes. I raised myself up with my knees and reached down with my hand guiding him to my hole but not sliding him in. I placed both of my hands on his chest and then I let myself loosen as it went right inside me, the whole length of it. He was so hard. I sat there a moment feeling it and looking at him before my hips start grinding on him. His dick was perfect. It fit well. I rode him slowly for about 2 minutes before he whispers for me to wait. I looked at him as he seemed he was holding his cum in as he wasn't ready to come yet. I asked if he was ok and when he said yeah I started back grinding on him. 

I grinded on him faster and harder where his dick was putting so much pressureon my clit and I was close to orgasm. But I didn't. 

I stopped and layed down on him pressing my breasts against his bare chest kissing him, our tongues embracing full force and our saliva meeting cause a very wetkiss.

We lay there kissing as his dick still inside me and I start moving up and down on it slowly. His hands on my back moving to my sides trying to assist me as I am riding him.

Every few moments I press down really hard to feel him really feep in me. 

Then I ask him to get on top of me and he does. Our bodies completely naked embrace again as he lays in between my legs. My hands up by his neck caresing him as he enters me once more. 

The feel of laying there having my sons dick inside me sent shivers up and down. It felt so long and thick. 

We weren't fucking. We were making love. Slow and steady. He wasn't going fast. He raises himself up supporting himself by his arms and I am able to look down and see his dick going in my trimmed mound soaking wet. My legs spread wide for him relaxed down around him with my feet flat on his bed. 

While he is inside me I reach down and pull the comforter up over him to his lower back. We continue to make love like its nothing for what seemed for eternity. My son in perfect rythym as he is going in and out of me. I glanced at the clock on the desk and I thought about my husband and how he won't believe this is happening. What he will think when I tell him...if I tell him. 

I focus my attention back on my son as his body presses completely on me and we kiss. My legs wide as I wrap them around his lower legs. My hips insync with his thrusts as he gets in deeper. 

I start to get a chill feeling as I do before I orgasm. I feel one coming on and I ask him not to stop. It was time for me to get off. He keeps pressing into me as my orgasm approaches. His pace picking up but still not fast. He leans up supporting himself again as my hands move from his back to his face caressing him. My orgasm is here. My legs tighten around him my eyes closed tightly and my pussy clinched around his dick squeezing him with every throb of my orgasm. I cum on his dick and he feels it. And my orgasm lasting for about 20 seconds before it winds down.

My son pauses for a few moments loooking at me. We kiss again and he lays on me and trusts again and again in me this time faster and with more force. I knew he was ready to cum. I look up at his eyes and whisper to him I love him and that its ok for him to cum inside me when he is ready. About 45 seconds later he is going fast and all of a sudden I feel his dick throbbing as its shooting his cum inside me lasting for about 10 seconds and he lays down on me. Every few seconds I still feel his dick throbbing as his orgasm comes to a hault. 

We lay there rested, sweaty, and juices running down my legs as my body is limp from our sex. I don't want to move, I am in no hurry. He gives me a soft kiss on my lips and my hands stroking his back slowly. 

Eventully he lifts up and his dick slides out of me letting his cum drip out of my pussy onto his sheets and he rolls off of me onto his back. I lay there beside him looking at him and smiling saying how that was so good and fun but how I didn't know what came over me to do all that. He said it was ok and he enjoyed it and that he thought I was really attractive. I said well thank you and that he wasn't suppose to do that to his mom, jokingly. 

He laughed. I sat myself up trying to find my underwear as I did and slipped it back on. I stood there for a minute looking at him before leaning back down kissing him on his lips. I tell him I should be going and I made my way back to the hall way to the bathroom across my his room. I walk in and clean myself up and splash some water on my face as I was still sweaty.

I drape my robe back on and tie it and head towards my bedroom where my husband was waiting impatiently. I walk in and see him laying there with a smile asking what all happened. I was gone for about 30 minutes. 

I went into to my bathroom and put my robe back up and changed panties which my husbnd noticed. He asked if it happened and I just smiled. I layed back down beside him and he was begging me for details and more information. Then I finally admitted to it and how we started it and how it finished with my husband asking if I let him cum inside me to which I told him I did. 

A few minutes later my husband wanting to rip my underwear off and fuck me hard as I let him. I was wet from everything still and was ready for more sex. And we did for about 3 minutes before my husband cums inside me. 

Still so tense from the night withmy son I didn't sleep that well. Tossing and turning all night wondering if he was awake and what his thoughts were. Finally the morning arrives and I head to see my son and wake him up. Him stil being naked, I take my finger and rub up and down on his dick as he slowly awakes seeing me. He gets hard right away as I ask him if he is ok and he says yes. He had to be at work in an hour and I just wantd to make sure he was ok and to my satisfaction he seemed ok. 

With his dick hard I didn't want to fill like a tease so I stroke him some and go down on him for a few minutes. While I'm sucking him I can still taste the wetness of our sex on him. I'm sitting there on the edge of his bed sucking him when all of a sudden I feel his cum shooting in my mouth. I totally was not expecting it. It was a lot but I can handle it as I just swallowed it with ease. I released it from my mouth swallowing the last bit of cum left in my mouth and pat him on his stomach and make my way out of his bedroom with a smile on my face I look back and put up my finger to my lips and whisper shhhh...