9 comments/ 64389 views/ 3 favorites It's My Life: Three By: RebeccaBrowning Thanks to everyone for their enthusiastic responses to the first two episodes of my story! * * * We had been married less than six months and already my husband Mike had begun to express his desire to expand our horizons sexually, and had begun to manipulate me toward that end. The last installment of my story found me in a seedy adult movie theatre with a stranger's dick in my hand. It hadn't occurred to me how unlikely it would be that I would have found myself in such a situation out of the blue. It wouldn't be long before I was to find out that it was nothing like the random occurrence it had been originally been made out to be. * * * * * * * * * * 1. Meeting other people. After that night in the porn theatre, when I had gone down on my husband under the watchful eye of the guy sitting behind us, Mike kept telling me how much it turned him on to have someone watch him getting head from me. A return visit to the theatre found Mike having us change our seats so that in the end we were sitting beside a middle aged couple. The end result of that was Mike getting jerked off by the woman, and then him telling me to do the same to the guy. It hurt me to think that I wasn't enough to keep Mike happy, and it also bothered me that it always seemed that whatever Mike told me to do, I did. It was like I had no say in anything, or any backbone to stand up for myself either. Only in looking back now do I know that while maybe I was a victim of sorts, I certainly was a willing one as well. One evening when Mike came home from work, he announced that we were going to go out for a drink. When I asked him where, and more importantly where we were going to get the money for this, he told me not to worry. He had everything all planned out. Before we went, Mike insisted on dressing me, picking out a pink tank top that was almost sheer. Since it was always preferred that I not wear a bra, this allowed my droopy little cones to be utterly exposed to the world. If you didn't care to look at them through the almost non-existant fabric, you could pretty much see everything from the side, where the baggy arm holes showed just about everything that was there. "Mike, I can't go out in public like this," I complained. "I might as well not be wearing anything at all." "You can do that too," Mike said as he nibbled my neck. "Don't worry, we aren't going out to a bar or anything." The destination was going to remain a secret however, and I dutifully got into the car and rode along until we reached a suburb of Utica, and into a middle class neighborhood with manicured lawns. Not Beverly Hills or anything, but nothing like where we were living, or any of our friends for that matter. "Who lives here?" I asked as Mike pulled into the driveway. "People," Mike said in his informative manner. "Here." Mike handed me a half of a joint, which had become sort of a warning that there was going to be something happening that I might not be crazy about. An occassion that would go better with me in a mellow mood and even more agreeable than usual. I was aware of this even then, and my reaction was always the same. Inhale and smile. After we finished the joint we exited our vehicle of the month, a rusted out Javelin that was living on borrowed time, and walked to the door. "Gonna be a surprise, huh Mike?" I said as he rang the bell. "Oh, we know them," Mike assured me. "Just be cool, and don't make me look bad in front of these people." That was Mike's catch phrase, the "don't make me look bad" that I had heard often in the past, and was destined to hear many more times in the future. When the door opened and the tall platinum blonde woman smiled and let us in, I realized that Mike had been right. We knew them alright, even though I had never seen their faces before. The couple from the theatre. 2. Bernie and Daphne. "So glad you could make it!" the woman gushed as she kissed Mike on the cheek and then came over to me. "Daphne, this is my wife Becky. I know you two met a little bit last week" Mike announced with a leer and a wink that gave me the creeps. "Oooh honey, you look even nicer in the light," Daphne cracked as I got a kiss as well. I put on a smile, or at least a reasonable facsimile of one, and stood there nervously while Daphne stared at my chest. The phrase undressing me with her eyes might have been appropriate were it not for the fact that my skimpy blouse made that unnecessary. We were joined by Daphne's husband Bernie, who looked like your average middle-aged used car salesman. A short guy with a medium build who was balding ungracefully, he shook Mike's hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As I looked at him, and as he stared at me with as much interest as his wife did, I couldn't think of anything except the fact that I had jerked this guy off the week before. Mike and I were herded into the basement, where there was a little bar in the corner. It was all done in black formica with white flecks, and there were mirrors no matter where you turned in the little room. Mirrors with designs, beer advertisement mirrors, you name it. In every one I looked into, I saw the same image. A scared teenaged girl who didn't have a clue as to what was going on. The drinks kept getting poured, and Mike pulled out a joint (a fresh one this time, undoubtedly to impress our new-found friends) which made Daphne and Bernie ooh and ahh! They had music playing in the background, something along the lines of Herb Alpert, as we passed the weed around. Bernie and Daphne had been all over me in an indirect way, with a lot of arm touching and shoulder rubbing, and with the flowing of booze and herb, I was now getting a lot of accidental brushing against my breasts. It had to be accidental for them to be able to make the consistant contact with the little critters that they managed. "What is going on here Mike?" I asked when the couple slipped out of earshot. "It's a party!" my husband Mike said enthusiastically. "These guys are swingers. Ain't this place great? We should fix up one of our spare rooms like this!" The thought of trying to wedge four people into one of those spare rooms along with a bar and chairs made for a comical image in my mind, but I was too nervous to laugh. "I want to know what's going on," I told Mike with about as much authority in my voice that I could muster. "You know, Becky," Mike whispered. "Stuff like we did in the theatre with them, only a little more... you know, intimate." "Don't tell me you expect me to screw this guy!" "Screw? Uhhh, no," Mike said, a little taken aback by my sudden spunk, and I should have noticed then what a little backbone could do. "What then?" "You know, like we'll get comfortable and we could do stuff. Other stuff," Mike said. "You know, like we did in the theatre and maybe some oral stuff. Daphne really wants me bad and I know that Bernie thinks you are sexy as hell." "I'm not screwing him or anybody else, and she isn't screwing you!" "Okay, you win. Not screwing, but everything else then," Mike said as the couple came back with a bottle of champagne. "Just don't you dare make me look bad in front of these people." They popped the cork of the cheap bubbly, and while Daphne made small talk to me, I saw Mike and Bernie huddled in the corner talking while glancing over in my direction. "Becky, you're a really lucky lady with a stud like Mike to take care of you," Daphne said as her fingers slid over my arm, causing the hair on my forearms to stand up and goose bumps to form. "He's lucky too, because you are so cute I can't stand it. Cute enough to eat, if you know what I mean?" "Becky is a doll," her husband added as he and Mike snuck back up on us. "A living doll." "I was just telling Becky how lucky she was to have a stud like Mike around the house to keep her satisfied," Daphne said as she looked over at Mike, who was beaming like he had just knighted or something. "Oh yeah, Mike's great," I said with as much bounce in my voice as I could muster. "How big is that cock I tried to hold in my hand last week Becky? Daphne cooed. "Nine and a half inches," Mike and I said simultaneously, Mike with incredible excitement and me blankly, and how I knew the length was is a story in itself. He had me measure it one night, after he claimed that he read the average cock was about six inches long hard. I didn't know that Mike was much for reading, but figured that if he was going to crack open a book, it would be about sex. So there I was in bed with Mike and a ruler after getting him hard in preparation for this event. I dutifully held the stick up against his cock and read out the results. "Eight and a quarter inches!" I announced to him, expecting him to start gloating on the news. "Bullshit!" Mike proclaimed and proceeded to tell me that I was measuring it all wrong. Fucking up again, as usual. He showed me the proper way to measure a cock, and as he held the ruler under his cock with the end halfway down his balls I was afraid if he twitched it would be up his ass. "Almost ten inches!" Mike had exclaimed with glee. "Nine and a half, and I'm not really as hard as I can get either. You know that, right Becky?" Indeed I did know said I in total agreement, trying to avoid a debate that I would never win in the end anyway, and so nine and a half inches became the official cock length of Mike. It didn't matter to me, for I enjoyed it no matter how long it was, mainly because it was attached to the man I loved. Besides, how often would that come up in conversation anyway? Don't ask. "Nine and a half inches!" Daphne squealed and fanned herself with her cocktail napkin in dramatic fashion. "Almost a foot long! That thing must tear a little girl like you apart." "Oh, I know he's in there alright," I said. Bernie whispered something in Daphne's ear and she seemed to come down a little bit from her giddy pedestal. Bernie then walked away and took Mike to the back of the little room, opening a door and turning on a light as if he were showing Mike something. Mike was impressed, or at least seemed that way from where I stood. "Little nervous I hear, aren't you Becky?" Daphne said. "That's okay baby, we can take it nice and slow with you. There's nothing to be nervous about, because nobody here wants to do anything to you that you don't want done." I looked up at Daphne, who was considerably taller than I was. Her breasts were rubbing up against my shoulder, and while they were not exceptionally big ones she was very proud of them, and her cleavage was exposed quite a bit. Not that I was dressed all that modestly either. "We're gonna go into our playroom for awhile, okay,?" Daphne asked. "To play, of course," she said with a smile. "That okay baby?" Her hand came up and reached out to me, and I stood there frozen as her long fingernail ran along my nipple, which was sticking out against the thin fabric of my blouse. I watched the crimson painted nail do lazy circles for a second, almost like I was watching this happen to someone else. The only difference was that it was my body that shivered when Daphne was touching me. "We can go take care of our boys now," Daphne whispered into my ear as her hand slid off of my nipple and moved smoothly over to the side, where it gracefully found its way under the side of my tank top through the armhole. "Mmmmm... nice little titties babe," Daphne said as her hand cupped my tit and kneaded it slowly. "If you want to play with me too just give me a sign, okay?" Daphne's lips brushed against my ear, and she slowly nibbled her way down the side of my face and neck, which made my whole body shudder. I looked over at the Schaefer Beer mirror opposite us, and that image was so unreal to me that I can never forget it. Me, standing in the middle of a room like I was glued to the floor, my legs shaking uncontrollably. A tall platinum blonde kissing my neck while her hand worked passionately under my blouse, kneading and squeezing my little breast. And in the back of the room, my husband of four months watching every move, and smiling like a loon. A woman who wanted her marriage to be one of happiness and devotion would have grabbed her newlywed husband by the ear and run out the door with him, leaving this crazy scene behind them forever. That was what I was thinking as Daphne led me into the other room, and closed the door behind me. Funny thing was, she led me back there. She didn't drag me. There were no chains on me that made me stay either. 3. Inside the playroom. The room we were all standing around in was decorated in wild colors, with a gigantic waterbed in the middle. There was a lava lamp on the side table, and the garish colors and posters gave the room a 60's flavor. Since we were in the 70's, it looked to me like a desparate attempt for middle aged people to try and look cool. Mike loved it, of course. "I've been thinking about this all week," Daphne said as she pulled Mike's shirt over his head. "Mmmmm... what a cuddly and furry teddy bear you are," she cooed as she ran her hands over Mike's chest. "Mike wants you to watch," Bernie said for behind me. "He says you like to watch, and so do I, so we can watch this together. Bernie's hands were under my arms and squeezing my tits, but I was too busy watching Daphne having her dress pulled over her head by Mike. Mike had her bra off in record time and was squeezing Daphne's coconut sized tits excitedly. "Oh man, these are so nice," Mike said and looked over to me for approval. "Check out the pair Daphne's got on her, Becky." I nodded as Daphne's panties came down, and the platinum blonde's pubic hair was as dark brown as mine was, although her triangle was less dense and far less spread out then mine. Bernie ground himself into my backside, his erection probing against my ass. Daphne and Mike were both naked now, and Daphne was now pulling Mike's underwear down. For reasons I can't understand, I was embarrassed that Mike's Fruit of the Looms were a dingy white, and I made a mental note to try a different detergent. "OMIGOD!!!" Daphne squealed with delight as Mike's cock sprang out of its confinement and swayed wildly in front of her face. "I died and went to heaven Bernie." "Boy, your husband's cock is amazing," Bernie said with admiration in his voice. "Daphne does like the big ones, that's for sure. No wonder you aren't interested in me," Bernie added sadly. The maudlin tone of his voice made me feel bad for him, as it occurred to me that he might have watched his wife doing this many times before. Maybe he felt as inadequate as I was often made to feel, I figured. Maybe that was why I found myself reaching back and squeezing the bulge in his pants, and the groan that coaxed out of him gave me a warm feeling myself. "Oh Becky, that's nice," Bernie said. "Mike wants you to watch, but keep doing that" I was watching, alright. Daphne had Mike's cock in her fist and was sucking on the bulbous head like a woman possessed while she pulled on the shaft. This was my husband's cock and I was disgusted, but mostly with myself because in a way I was enjoying this for some sick reason. Bernie's fingers were squeezing and plucking at my nipples while his wife sucked harder and faster on Mike. I noted with pride that she was only going down about halfway on Mike's cock, but he didn't seem to mind as he looked to my direction with a glazed expression. It was an expression that I was very familiar with, because it meant that Mike was going to cum preety soon. Mike did cum a minute later, with Daphne's fists wrapped around the shaft of his cock and pumping wildly, and her mouth working over the head of his dick as the cum spurted in and around her mouth. It almost seemed like Bernie came as Mike did, because his body jerked and he gasped when he saw Mike's cum splashing all over his wife's mouth and cheeks. His hard on remained however, as he ground against me as Mike's orgasm ebbed. "What an amazing cock!" Daphne exclaimed as she looked over at me and her husband, her cheeks dripping with the copious amount of Mike's cum that she hadn't gotten in her mouth. Mike was busy continuing to milk himself, and he managed to coax another bead of semen out, which Daphne licked off before getting back to her feet. "You guys like what you saw?" Daphne said. "I know you did Bernie," she added as she came around and kissed Bernie with her cum-splattered face. "Becky's gonna take care of you real good too baby, because I heard she's one helluva cocksucker. Let's get you comfortable." Daphne and Bernie had me undressed before I knew what hit me, and as Daphne pulled my panties down, she leaned forward and kissed me between my legs. "Check out Becky's snatch, Bernie," Daphne said. "I know you'll love it babe, she's really hairy down there." "Oh yeah!" Bernie said as he reached around and ran his hand through my bush, and I hoped he didn't notice how wet I was as he did. "Love these hippie chicks." I was brought over near the bed by Bernie, who was now naked as well. His cock was sticking straight out, and the cock I had jerked off in the theatre was far less menancing under the light of the lava lamp. "Suck his dick babe," Mike said as her pushed me down in front of Bernie. "Make me proud." I sucked Bernie off with all of the anger that was inside of me, and it was as easy as sucking his thumb, since they were about the same size. I did my best to make it good for Bernie, and if I was doing it to spite Mike it wasn't working, because Mike was practically panting and drooling as he watched. "Suck him dry babe," Mike said as she idly played with Daphne's breasts. "You can swallow it Becky. It's okay with me." Mike had seen fit to allow me the honor of swallowing Bernie's load, which was real kind of him given the circumstances that found his dick in my mouth to begin with. I kept my eyes closed and went up and down that little dick as hard as I could, bringing him to the brink of orgasm several times before easing up on him and driving him wild in the process. "Oh shit! Wanna cum!" Bernie yelped as I brought him close again and then backed off. "Little girl's driving you crazy ain't she?" Daphne said. "Great... fucking incredible!" Bernie moaned as I started sucking hard again. "Can't believe it!" The next time I brought him to the brink, I didn't stop. Instead I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him toward me as tight as I could while my mouth did all the work. I sucked on that pecker so hard that he must have gained an inch or two from the suction force I used. When he came I siphoned even harder, and he was screaming and howling and doing everything except speaking in tongues as his spunk sprayed the roof of my mouth and my throat. His dick kept jumping and I kept draining him, and as I clawed his ass he pulled my hair and forced my skull deeper into his crotch. Finally he had to yank my mouth of his poor withered dick for fear I would take the thing clear off. His legs were trembling when I released his pecker from my mouth, and he fell to my knees and kissed me, his tongue wiggling around the cum that coated the inside of my mouth. "Oh Becky, that was so good, so good, so good," Bernie kept repeating as he smothered me with adoration, almost like I had gotten him a reprieve from the electric chair or something. "Baby you are something else," Daphne said as she knelt by my side and put her arm around me. "I never saw anything like that before in my life. Kinda made me wish I was a guy." Mike looked down on his bride with an expression that I had never really seen from him before. He was glowing with pride, as the fact that I had performed so well was a feather in his cap. I also noticed that his cock was hard as a rock again. Red and throbbing, it hardly looked like it had been hosing Daphne down with cum only 10 minutes before. It's My Life: Three We went back out to the bar where we had another drink, all of us buck naked this time. I was feeling no pain, and the drinks I had then did nothing to make me think clearer. I only mention this in passing. I detest people that use alcohol as an excuse for their behavior and their poor decision making, because I don't see booze that way at all. I think alcohol is more of a truth serum. It gives you the courage to do things you really wanted to do all along but were too afraid or ashamed to do sober. I only did it because I was drunk? Bullshit. So what happened after that was nobody's fault but my own, and I must have wanted what went on to happen, at least subconsciously. 4. Back to the playroom. Daphne sidled up to me and the bar and put her arm around me while giving me a little squeeze and made faces with her jaw stretching in all directions. "Boy, your Mike is so damn big I think he might have dislocated my jaw," Daphne complained happily. "Mike says that you deep throat him. I would love to watch you do that." I shrugged and sipped my drink nervously while I watched Bernie and my husband in the middle of a deep conversation. "Have you thought any more about us getting it on?" Daphne said huskily in my ear. "You've got a hot little body on you Becky, and I'd love to dip my tongue into your honey pot. That's one hairy kitty you got there, and I'd love to pet it." Dip her tongue into my honey pot? Pet my hairy kitty? What the fuck planet was I on, I recall thinking to myself. This was like a porno version of Dobie Gillis, with this couple that were old enough to be our parents trying to be cool. Yes, I had thought about Daphne, and although she wasn't a bad looking woman for here age, she was so phony looking that she didn't excite me at all. If I was going to experiment with a woman, I wanted it to be with someone I liked. That wasn't Daphne. "No, I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," I said while trying to be as polite as I could. "Well, how about my Bernie then," Daphne suggested. "He may not look like all that much, but he's pretty good in the sack, and he thinks you're cute too. Don't want you stuck just watching everything you know. Gotta get you in the game." A squeeze and a kiss on the cheek and Daphne was on her way over to the guys. I had no idea what she was talking about, because I was under the impression that this night was over. Apparently, that was the wrong impression, and as our hosts wandered back into the playroom, my loving husband was on his way over to set me straight. "How come you don't want to do it with Daphne?" Mike asked. "I just don't want to." "She's got a good body on her for her age, doesn't she?" Mike asked. "For her age? Why are we even here Mike?" I said and Mike waved at me to keep my voice down. "It's just that you know I want to see you with another girl," Mike reminded me. "Daphne's really interested in you, so why not give it a try?" "Because she's old enough to be our mother," I informed Mike. "Okay... okay," Mike said. "That means you'll do it with a girl your own age then right? Okay, I'll work on that. Now we gotta go back in there, and Daphne wants it." "Wants what?" "She wants to fuck me," Mike said with a chuckle. "She wants you too, but she wants me to drill her good." "You want to make love to her?" I said. "NO!" Mike said in an angry whisper. "I would NEVER make love to anyone but you. That's not what it would be at all. It would just be sex. Now c'mon inside and enjoy yourself." "Enjoy? Mike, if you want to fuck her, then go in and fuck her. Just don't expect me to watch." "I will, but it's more fun if you watch," Mike said in his soft persausive tone. "I'd really get off on you watching me. Then you can do it with Bernie. Becky, he's so turned on by your body you would not believe it." "I'm married, and I don't fuck around on my husband!" "It's not screwing around if I'm there, Becky," Mike explained as I was taught his rules of fidelity. "Now you're going to go in there and watch me and Daphne, and I guarantee you'll get off on it." "Not likely." "C'mon Becky, don't make me look back in front of these people," Mike said as he took me by the arm and brought me back to the playroom. Brought, not dragged. Semantics, I guess. 5. Daphne and my husband. We came in together, me sullen and quiet and Mike beaming with delight. Mike took me in his arms and kissed me, while Daphne cooed and Bernie voiced his approval. Mike's hands cupped my butt cheeks and for a moment I thought that Mike had changed his mind and wanted me after all, and for that I was willing to put on a show in front of these people. He wanted me all right. "Get me hard babe," Mike said softly. "You give way better head than Daphne does. Show her how you do it. Make me proud baby." Mike's hands were on my shoulders and there I was with Mike's dick in my face. Dutifully I took his semi-hard cock in hand and began sucking him back to life. I had him hard in a matter of seconds, and listening to Daphne marvel at my skills kinda turned me on in a way. Soon I had all of Mike down my throat and was grabbing at his ass cheeks to pull him closer to me. His nuts were under my chin as I kept my nose in his pubes for a second before slowly sliding my mouth back up the shaft. "Holy shit, that's unbelievable!" Daphne squealed as Mike's glistening tool emerged, with the very kiss on my lips. I slid my mouth back down and took me all in again, very slowly, and Mike groaned with pleasure as he ran his hands through my hair. "That's it, that's my girl," Mike moaned. "What a cocksucker you are, babe!" My work was done the moment my lips pulled back off of him, as Mike swung away from me and climbed onto the bed, pushing a very willing Daphne down on the bed and positioning himself between her parted thighs. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," Bernie was telling me as he helped me back to my feet and took me over to the other side of the bed where we were apparently supposed to lay and watch. "Impale me with that fucking log baby," I remember Daphne howling, and I also remember watching my marriage end, at least as I knew it. Mike's cock slid into Daphne's pussy like a knife through butter, and she screamed with delight as Mike began drilling her into the waterbed. Waves were rocking me every which way as my husband thrust himself into Daphne with his customary fury. Mike only knew one tempo, which was fast, and there was no gentle in his bag of tricks. He pounded into Daphne like he always did into me, making me wonder what exactly the difference was between making love and fucking. I hardly cared when Bernie climbed behind me and slid his hand from my hip to between my legs, and offered no resistance when I felt him slide a finger into me. My eyes were on Mike, and when our eyes met he gave me a little smile. Mike's smile grew when he saw what Bernie was doing to my pussy. He gave me a head motion that I somehow understood, and I obiediently lifted my leg so he could get a better view. "Mmmm you like that, huh Becky?" Bernie asked, and my only response was a moan when he put another finger in me. Daphne was making yelping sounds that were even louder than before, which I took as a sign that she was cumming. Mike was not far behind, as his guttural grunts were a familiar sound to me when he came. "I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours," Bernie said, and I let him flip me around before he brought his head down. I felt Bernie's tongue glid down the fur trail from my navel until it slipped inside my pussy. It wasn't my intention to let this happen, but Mike was not much for going down on me, and in fact had only done it a couple of times, proclaiming it something he didn't like to do. "Your pussy's too hairy!" I remember him saying the last time. "It turns me on to look at it and touch it, but it's too hairy to go down on." Bernie made no such comment as his mouth was quite busy, having had no such problems in navigating around down there. His tongue was caressing and teasing my clitoris and my body was responding. Mike's hands were under my arms, pulling me closer to the center of the bed, as Bernie continued doing things that were quite nice. I hardly noticed when I saw Daphne's hand come over and start massaging my left breast. My inattention was due to the fact that I was cumming like a freight train, thrashing on the bed like I was possessed. As my orgasm subsided, Bernie's head emerged from between my legs and he moved up the bed toward me, his modest erection springing up excitedly as he did. I didn't protest when he slid the tip of his dick up and down my pussy, and my hips actually rose when he entered me. Bernie's cock felt so much different than Mike's, as my capacity was not being tested with every thrust. Bernie also wasn't trying to drive me through the floor, but instead kept moving himself in and out while his hands ran over my body. I got confused when Bernie stopped and pulled out of me and had me move onto my hands and knees. Bernie climbed behind me and mounted me from behind, humping me as he hands came under me and captured my hanging breasts in his palms, kneading them in time. To my amazement, I felt myself about to cum again, and when I looked over at Mike he was staring at me like he couldn't believe what was happening. His eyes were bulging and his mouth was open as I looked at him groggily. Daphne had his cock in her hand, and it was as hard as it could be as she pumped it in her fist. I remember Mike coming just before I did, and my pussy began to convulse around Bernie's dick as Mike's cock spurted milky jets of cum in our direction. I was having way too much pleasure of my own to care very much, and the pleasurable sensation of Bernie's dick jerking around inside me as he came did me in, and my arms finally gave out as I fell face first into the pillow. 6. Afterward. I didn't speak to Mike on the way home, and never planned to talk to him again. I undressed and got into bed first, and Mike lumbered in soon after. I could feel his cock finding its way between my ass cheeks, and I muttered to myself that he had to be crazy if that was going to happen. I also wondered if he was human, always seeming to be get to get hard at will. "Thanks Becky, that was so great," Mike said softly. "Glad you liked it," I said as sarcastically as I could, and as I was learning you could never be sarcastic enough for Mike to catch your drift. "It was exciting, wasn't it?" Mike said. "I could see how excited you got watching me fuck Daphne." "You sure that was fucking, and not making love?" I said. "That was fucking," Mike assured me as his cock ground into me. "I only make love to you baby. Too bad you didn't get it on with Daphne because that would have been great. At least you said you'd do it with another girl though, so that's something we can look forward to." I didn't remember agreeing to that, only hearing Mike say it, but not screaming in protest apparently counted as a promise in Mike's book. I was too tired to argue anyway. "That was nice of you to pretend that Bernie was getting you off," Mike said. "He's a nice guy, and gets me a lot of good deals on cars." "He's a used car salesman?" I asked, and despite it all I started laughing over the fact that my original appraisal of him happened to be correct. "Yeah, he got us a good deal on the Javelin!" Mike said happily about the piece of crap that had taken forever to start when we left their house. "Always happy to keep your business associates happy," I said. "Daphne really loved my big dick, didn't she Becky?" Mike rambled on obliviously. "Said she never had one that big before, and that you were a lucky girl." "It's late Mike." "Not that late," Mike said as his hand began squeezing my breast. "I was afraid that you were going to laugh at Bernie, because his dick was so small." I was tempted to tell him that I was too busy having orgasms to measure his dick at the time. I had been enjoying the fact that a guy that I didn't really care anything about was so gentle and tender with me, and appreciating him thinking that my pleasure was no less important than his was, so that I didn't care about stupid crap like the size of his cock. Besides, it wasn't THAT small, and I liked what he did with it. A lot. I didn't say any of that, of course. I stayed silent. I also didn't protest when Mike pulled my T-shirt over my head and begand sucking on my tits. Didn't complain when his hand rooted around between my legs either, and when he pinned my wrist over my head and his tongue slid over from my nipple and up through my underarm, he got the expected shiver to run through my body. "I love you baby," Mike said as he shoved his cock into me and began making love to me. I said nothing, and lay there passively as he thrust into me for a few minutes before blowing his load inside of me. "That was good babe, I love you," Mike said as he kissed me and rolled over, and seemed to be snoring the minute his head hit the pillow. I said nothing. Didn't cum either. * * * * * * * * * Thank you for reading. Thanks to the many people who have taken the time to comment both publicly and privately, and to the anons whom I am unable to thank personally. I hope you have enjoyed my story so far, and as always your comments and constructive criticism is appreciated.