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Me, My Slutwife & Emily

By: NonStopFunGuy



Every story is preceded by another story, usually an untold one. Let me go back to where I think all the relevant events started.

* * * *

Coming in from the warm summer evening just home from work, my mouth watered the instant I walked into my house. My eyes were immediately greeted with the sight of that hot, tight ass of the long-haired blonde, barely clad in a flimsy cotton miniskirt, standing in the foyer of my house. Glancing up from the woman's incredible, small butt, past the 30-something-year-old's delicious C-cups clad in a white blouse, I found the smiling face of a married slut named Janae. I'd met her a couple times before, never for more than a few minutes, either coming or going with my wife Kitty on one of their "slutnights" to a local dance club or strip joint.

Janae's cold, hazel eyes looked over the not-so-perfect shape of my 43 year old body, as I set my computer bag down on the hallway table near our front door. Her very playful grin slightly morphed into a sneer of dismay, and I gathered that she had intended to be gone before I'd gotten back from work. "Hey," my wife's friend said to me, trying to keep a friendly tone.

"Hi to you too," I snickered, letting my eyes glance over the woman's sexy body again. Her big tits stuck out on her slender frame, and her skinny thighs were on display beneath her little black miniskirt. I could see the black bra through her white blouse, as would ever other male at whatever bar she and Kitty were destined to visit that night. Janae's thick, cocksucker lips glistened with cumfuckme red lipstick, and beneath her long flocks of golden hair were large hoop earrings that screamed "slut here!"

Glancing past the married woman in our foyer, I saw my wife's petite figure in the powder room right off the foyer. My under-five-foot, under-100-pound wife was leaning against the counter, peering into the mirror as she applied makeup to her eyes and cheeks. Kitty had on low-rise jeans tightly outlining her slender hips and small bubble ass, with a black thong "whale tail" rising above the top edge as she leaned forward. Her only clothing above her waist was a deep red blouse, which she didn't button but tied just below her sexy A-cup titties. The tied-up blouse showed off Kitty's divinely smooth skin on her tummy and back.

My cock hardened immediately upon seeing my wife with her horny friend. I didn't need to ask to know what their plans were.

"Hey baby," I called to my wife, seeing her waive at me through the mirror in front of her, "I can see you and Janae have plans tonight -- a hot double-date or you going slutting to some bar?"

Janae sort of snorted next to me, while my wife was more explanative. "Dance club," she said, putting her lipstick down on the counter in the little toilet room and then plucking a bottle of eyeliner. "You said you didn't have plans for us tonight -- and you have to go to work early for that meet tomorrow, right -- so, I figured, it would be okay if I went out late, maybe, didn't get home until after you leave tomorrow morning?"

Ah, I knew my horny hotwife so well. She kept track of my work schedule so that her days and evenings having sex with other men would fit right around it. If I didn't have to go into work early, Kitty liked me to fuck one or more of her three holes in the morning. But since I wouldn't have time for sex that next morning, she didn't feel she'd be depriving me of anything if I woke up alone while she was sleeping over at some guy's place somewhere. (Hell, I doubt she'd be doing much sleeping, of course.) 

Like radar, my eyes tracked back to Janae, standing near me. The slut was a great contrast to my wife, they made quite the pair. Kitty had the gorgeous, flattened Asian face with big, slanted brown eyes, super-long jet-black hair, thin lips, and a skinny frame with those hot little titties. Standing four inches taller than my wife, Janae had the long golden-blonde hair -- usually curly, but that night, straight -- with china-white porcelain skin, big rounded eyes, pouty lips, and a curvy size-6 figure topped by those ample breasts.

But, unlike Kitty, Janae didn't have permission from her husband to go out to bars to find men to fuck. She did this when her husband was out of town on travel. However, just like Kitty, Janae didn't like to go alone. The two of them weren't lovers in any sense -- boy, would I have paid a ticket to see that -- but they played off each other when they'd go on double-dates or go to places to find hot strangers to take them home and fuck their tight cunts.

The other difference between Janae and Kitty was: Janae didn't like me. There's no question -- Kitty had told me several times -- that Kitty would definitely let me fuck Janae, however, Janae was so not into me. I wasn't her type; I'm not brawny and muscular, I don't have an 8-inch dick, I look more like a software programmer than a construction worker or professional athlete.

Still, I liked to tease her about it. I mean, a girl can always change her mind, right? "Well, you know," I said to the married blonde slut, "we have a new rule in our house -- if you're gonna take my wife out for a night of sex, then, you gotta pay a tax to the house -- at least gimme a good blowjob, right?"

I figured, if she said "yes," Kitty wouldn't mind, and I'd at least get a blowjob out of it.

Instead, I got a scowl that was more of a disappointed frown. "Awww, poor thing," the woman mused, not so much talking to me as she was talking about me, "the husband with the little dick wants a blowjob." She was trying to get a rise out of me, and I wasn't giving her any satisfaction, I just kept smiling at her unaffected. It made her laugh heartily. "Hah -- oh, isn't that what your wife is for, she likes guys like you, you're her type." To bring the point home, she raised her hand to me, holding her thumb and finger an inch apart -- the universal symbol for a small penis.

It didn't make me feel bad; the bitch hadn't ever seen my dick, and my five and a half inches didn't exactly make it the tiniest cock on the planet. She was just yet another hot, horny woman who didn't want me -- I mean, I live on a planet full of women like that. Most men do.

Fortunately, I had a horny wife who liked being with me, just not that particular evening. I'd gotten home that night two minutes before the girls were out the door, so I was only to get this brief interlude with Kitty before we went our separate ways for the night. Kitty finished applying her makeup and sauntered over to me, bending her face and indicating the one corner of her face where I could plant a good-bye kiss without messing up any of her just-applied makeup. I felt Kitty's hand brush the erection in my slacks, giving me a momentary squeeze, as she purred into my eyes, "Call me if you need, me, David -- but otherwise, don't stay up waiting for me -- okay?"

I gave her an extra kiss, this one on her forehead, and patted her soft rump through her tight jeans. "Happy hunting, honey," I laughed.

Kitty gave me a waive over her shoulder as she and Janae exited the house, headed for a night of no-strings-attached fucking with hot men they had yet to meet.

* * * *

"OHHH -- FUCKKK YESSS!"

Kitty couldn't stop her eyes from clenching shut, feeling that massive, fat black cock squeezing its way forcefully into her squishy-wet, well-fucked, sore cunt. Sucking air into her burning lungs, she pushed her elbows against the bed and thrust her little ass backwards as hard as she could, ramming herself against the onthrust of the nine-inch, super-fat dick plowing into her married pussy. Her legs and ass were sore from fucking two men for the past couple of hours, but the delightfully insane feeling of the enormous black penis entering her cunt again was too good to stop. She'd let it fuck her all night into the morning, she hoped.

Picking her head up momentarily from the sweaty, soiled bedsheets, she gazed at the other queen-size bed in the small motel room. Blonde Janae was on her back, her pale, thin legs spread open, while she was being mounted by the hulky, naked white guy, Brendan. He was, like Kitty, about 29 years old; over six foot tall with a ripped six-pack and muscular upper arms, and light sandy-blonde hair cut close to his handsome face, the mere sight of the stud's naked body made my wife cream in lust. Kitty had a dozen cums, maybe more, fucking him that evening. But now it was Janae's turn again to have sex with the blonde white guy, while Kitty got laid on the other bed by Brendan's black buddy, Vaughn.

My slutty Asian wife watched the white stud's boner disappear into Janae's shaved, pink married twat, while the blonde looked across the room at the black stud fucking Kitty doggy-style. "Oh fuck!" Janae coughed to her female friend sharing the two males, "fuck him!"

Her elbows spread on the bedsheet beneath herself, Kitty turned her face to stare back at the handsome naked black man fucking her cunt. Vaughn had a bald head, dripping with sweat after the many hours of late-night sex in the motel room down the road from the dance club. The guy's powerful, strong fingers were wrapped around Kitty's slender hips, holding her little ass firmly, while he rammed his thick hips back and forth and stuffed his enormous erection deeper and deeper into Kitty's cunt. His cock was at least an inch longer and fatter than Brendan's dick, maybe a bit too big for Kitty's preference, but it felt so amazingly good in her stretched-open cunt anyway. "Yeah honey," Kitty groaned at the 20-something black male fucking her, "fuck my little cunt -- make me your hot slut, baby!"

"Fuckin' shit," spat the black male at my Asian wife, sneering as he gazed on her small ass wildly whipping in circles in front of his body as he plugged her cunt with his oversized manly dick, "two nasty married bitches -- you like that big black dick, don't you -- just like your blonde little friend over there, huh?"

Kitty groaned from her gut, deep within herself, uttering intense satisfaction and lust for the hot male fucking her. "Fuck, yesss!" She whined as she pushed herself backwards, trying to meet his thrusts, but her small body was violently rocking each time the sturdy black male plunged forward and smacked his pelvis against her small buttocks and thighs. "I fucking love big cocks -- fuck meee -- I love you fucking my married little cunt -- fuck me with that big dick!"

Meanwhile on the other bed, Janae was screaming to another orgasm, while the horny male fucking her twat was close to another one for himself. The room stank like it should -- four nude adults fucking for hours, so much sweat and cum pouring out of them. Panting, gasping for air, Brendan stiffened his muscular body and slammed his meat as deep into Janae's married cunt as he could stuff himself, then he howled in delight and began spewing his cream inside her vagina. It was his third cum of the night; the first one in Janae, his other two ejaculated into Kitty's pussy.

Kitty tried to keep watching Brendan fucking Janae, but the pounding behind her little body from Vaughn's dick was sweet torture, making her head dizzy, her body weak. Kitty's head fell to the bed, her eyes clothing as she moaned with intense burning in her pussy, feeling herself stretched open by the huge black cock savagely thrusting into her tight little cunt. "Uhhh, fuckkk -- yesss -- fuck me, oh god -- fuck, yesss!"

She lifted her head a moment again, seeing Brendan pulling his 8 inches of cock out of Janae's sloppy wet vagina, leaving behind a creamy, cum-filled mess. Kitty must have licked her lips at the sight, because Brendan noticed her and he chuckled playfully. "Mmm, looks tasty, huh?" the white stud said of the drooling blonde's cunt he had just left, "you wanna shove your mouth in your friend's twat and taste some cum in it?"

My horny wife winced, in part from feeling that black dick so deep in her cunt while she bent over taking it over and over, but also from the guys asking yet again. Janae had said "no" to any girl/girl sex about a dozen times already that night, and Kitty didn't want to make her feel bad for not being bisexual, so Kitty played along. "Huh uh," my wife moaned at the white stud, eyeing his sexy naked penis, dripping with juices from fucking and cummin in Janae's pussy.

But Brendan knew that look on Kitty's face. He smiled to himself, making mental note to inquire about it later.

"So -- Kitty -- you like girls?" Brendan was whispering under his breath, as he wrapped his arm around my wife and led her across the motel's parking lot, towards Janae's car. His lips were close to her ear, so Janae couldn't hear, only a few feet away. "If you like fucking girls too, you should meet my girlfriend, Olya -- she's fucking hot, and looooves fucking other girls."

Walking funny after fucking for about five of the seven hours the four had been in the motel room overnight, Kitty could barely muster a giggle at the request. Even after all that sex with the two men, shared with Janae, she still became aroused at the thought of fucking another girl with Brendan. "Yeah, maybe," my horny wife snickered, smiling up at him in the already-hot summer morning sun.

It was one of those things, a fanciful request, a wishful thought, she wasn't sure would ever lead to anything. At least, at the moment it happened, it seemed to be more of a desire than an actual plan. Or so she thought.

* * * *

My wife's brown eyes stared up at the face of the skinny redhead, seeing the 21 year old girl's eyes fluttering and jaw dropping, as her tanned body began spasming with yet another orgasm. On her back, her head pressed into a bed, my wife opened her mouth and stuffed her small pink tongue deeper into the redhead's shaved young cunt. Kitty tasted the musky, salty flavors of Brendan's hot sperm, now mixed like a cocktail with the redhead's pussy juices, all streaming out of the spasming, climaxing vagina. With the fluids sliding down her tongue, her mouth filled with the male and female cum sauces until she was overflowing, the mess pouring out, dribbling down her small chin and onto her slender neck.

Kitty's eyes glanced to the side, seeing naked Brendan sitting back on his ankles, watching his sexy redhead girlfriend cumming on Kitty's face. Kitty's hands were grasping the redhead's hot little ass, feeling the girl wiggling and gyrating over my wife's face as she rode Kitty's tongue and ground her clitty into Kitty's lip and nose. The hot fit stud, even having just cummed inside his girlfriend's cunt a few minutes earlier, was already rock-hard again, stroking his eight inches of meat while watching the younger girl cum on the slight-older married woman's face.

"Yeah, fuckin' hot," the male snickered, watching the two nude women fucking in his bedroom, "eat Olya's pussy, eat that hot little cunt!"

Kitty moaned, feeling her own vagina aching for attention, feeling empty ever since Brendan pulled his huge cock out of it ten minutes earlier to fuck his girlfriend instead. She took one of her hands off of Olya's ass, and reached to her own pussy, spreading her slender legs to expose her twat better. Kitty stiffened two fingers and drove them into her own cunt, arching her back, shoving her hips forward to meet her hand, driving her fingers deep, while keeping her tongue planted inside the redhead's tight wet vagina. Feeling the redhead moaning and cumming hard, Kitty could hardly breath, her nose covered by the redhead's wet clitty, while the girl's sexy, nasty cunt covering Kitty's mouth.

Again, Kitty's eyes watched Brendan's reaction, as the hot male was now fixated on the sight of Kitty's fingers fucking her own twat. She knew the male was extra-aroused, seeing the two hot younger women having sex together in front of him.

For a brief, painful moment, Kitty's thoughts turned to me, her husband. She knew I was at work that afternoon, earning the paycheck while she was out in the world playing, having fun, on that particular day at Brendan's apartment for the threesome sex with his sexy Russian girlfriend. While that normally never bothered her -- and, it shouldn't have -- Kitty had an image flash in her pretty head. Brendan was really loving the sight of Kitty fucking another woman; undoubtedly, Kitty thought, my husband would love that too. It had been a long time since Kitty had girl-girl sex in front of me, and Kitty for a moment didn't think it was fair that a man she met only a few nights earlier was getting to see what Kitty's husband hadn't seen for eons.

The thought was suddenly vanquished for the time being, as the male grabbed Kitty's wrist and pulled her fingers out of her twat. "Uhh-- FUCKKK!" Her pussy was suddenly filled with Brendan's awesome eight inches of meat, shoved a few inches deep on the first thrust. Kitty moaned into Olya's hot cunt, still wiggling above her face, covering her face in pussyjuices and male sperm. "Uhhhh -- fuck yeah!"

My wife pulled her knees back, as far as she could, allowing the stud to ram his fat, long meat into her twat, stretching it open, while the stud's girlfriend sat on my wife's face and had her cunt licked furiously.

Her thoughts about me didn't return until she was driving home a couple hours later -- but, having had sex with Brendan and Olya for close to almost three hours straight without hardly stopping, she was in no condition to do any deep thinking. She fell asleep at home on our bed, and when she woke up as I returned home from work, the day's events seemed to have already dissolved into the background for her.

* * * *

"Olya and I want you to come over again," the email flashed on Kitty's cellphone, "did you not like us, you keep saying no each time we've asked?"

Brendan's text message made Kitty frown. He had the wrong idea; largely because she didn't reveal her thoughts to him. He was an awesome fuck, although a decade younger or more than the other men Kitty fucked regularly. His young college-age Russian girlfriend was very pretty and even more kinky, and she and Kitty got along great together. But, it was true, Kitty had turned down three invites from the duo over the last couple of weeks. She never explained herself to Brandon, instead excusing herself that she was busy (which had always been true), but not admitting to the fact that something else was holding her back.

She wasn't sure what it was, at first, but as she looked at Brendan's email, the answer formulated in her mind.

Guilt, is probably the closest word for it. Or, maybe: duty. Priority. Something like that; she couldn't formulate a word, but she knew the feeling.

Kitty thought to herself, David was a bit jaded when Janae playfully insulted him and turned down the very reasonably request for a blowjob. Janae told Kitty a few minutes later that she didn't want to "complicate" her friendship with Kitty by having any kind of sex with me -- an excuse that Kitty didn't totally believe, but which she let alone. From that moment about three weeks ago, Kitty had an notion that she needed to make it up to me, at least in a small way. Sort of a small debt to be paid, to put a smile on her husband's face specifically because Janae turned me down. That debt only seemed more pronounced when Kitty was doing something with Brendan -- a new playmate she'd only met two weeks ago -- that, she knew, I would have liked, which is, seen her fuck another girl.

It made Kitty decide on her day. She was going to cancel her lunch date with her boyfriend Matt and just stay at home, keeping out of the summertime heat. Then, when I got home, she and I could have a party together, just the two of us, maybe doing something special.

It wasn't an easy thing to do. Her boyfriend Matt had 8 inches of 41-year-old cock himself, and he was an incredible fuck. The thought of getting naked with Brendan and Olya was even more arousing; the young redhead's wet cunt was delicious and a fabulous side dish to Brendan's 8 inches of 29-year-old dick. Either option would have made it an extremely fun day. But, to make the evening seem more special, Kitty was going to swear off fucking anyone else for the day.


Me, My Slutwife & Emily



Still . . . Olya was really creamy and pretty. Before Brendan introduced her to Olya, it had been quite some time since Kitty had fucked another girl, and she'd forgotten how fun it was. She would have loved having a girl/girl date with Olya herself, although she'd never attempted to find out if it was possible.

So that made my wife think of what she really wanted to do that night with me, her adoring husband, to make the night special. Oh, it would be special if Kitty could bring a horny female home -- like Olya -- for me to fuck along with herself, but they don't exactly grow on trees. Kitty knew that was not an option, at least not for tonight. Instead, she'd do something else fun -- something she knew I enjoyed.

Toys.

Yes, Kitty would drag herself out into the sweltering heat, drive over to the sex shop a mile or so away from our house, and pick out some fun toys for the evening, because she knew I loved to use them on her.

And, if she found a toy for herself for the afternoon while she waited home alone, that was not a bad thing either.

* * * *

Sex with Olya, sex with Brendan and Olya, and sex with her boyfriend Matt were all on Kitty's mind, as she stepped into the Late Night Video store in the strip mall near our house. The little shop seemed innocent enough from the outside; all the shop windows were blackened out, and there was nothing other than the store's title to indicate was one could buy inside.

But, oh, inside was an amusement park for horny people.

Videos and DVDs, thousands of them around the walls. Sex toys for boys and girls, filling a room off to the side. Slutty outfits and lingerie filling the middle racks of the room. Even a bulletin board for swingers and females to use, to post hand-written ads for new lovers and playmates.

Closing the door behind herself, shutting out the early afternoon heat and feeling immediately refreshed by the store's air conditioning, Kitty looked around the store behind her large dark sunglasses. She felt some nerves, realizing it was the first time she'd ever been in the sex store alone. Every time in the past, she'd been with me or with a boyfriend. The store was brightly lit by overhead lights, which justified Kitty in keeping her sunglasses on her small face, hiding her anxiety about being there alone. The local rabble was already there, the unemployed or underemployed looking for an escape from their daily boredom. Wearing tight-fitting jeans that exposed her hot little ass, Kitty became aware of a couple of guys eyeing her up. It was ironic; with her ample makeup and body-tight outfit hugging her petite Asian frame -- and with the 3 carat diamond ring on her finger -- my wife was actually so sexy that she was too pretty to be approached. So the males in the store kept their distance, admiring her from afar. 

Kitty kept her eyes off of the males, she wasn't expecting to find anyone particularly attractive there, and she certainly didn't want to tempt herself by getting a new date. Instead, her eyes went to the counter in the middle of the room, directly in front of the front door. What she saw made her pause.

Oh boy, my horny wife thought to herself, the girl working behind the counter was very pretty -- as in, very, very, very sexy and attractive. Not much older than Olya, certainly in her early 20s, the chick had blondish hair but olive or tanned skin, and a pretty, round face with big fat lips and huge brown eyes. The hair looked died, and the girl's factial features looked mixed-race -- part Asian or Latina? Part black? Standing behind the tall counter, the girl looked petite. She wore a tight green top showing nicely-formed curves, maybe B-cups or A-cups in a pushup bra. 

Kitty made her way past the countertop, glacing at the girl again. The female worker there saw Kitty and a toothy grin broke out across her face, as she gave Kitty a little friendly hello and waive. Kitty figured, not a lot of women came into the store alone. As socially proper, Kitty said hello back, then made her way to the small room off to the side with the female toys. 

Standing in front of the wall of toys for a few moments, Kitty heard a soft thump from the room behind her, and the light patter of footsteps slowly making their way across the carpet. The counter girl was coming her way. Kitty didn't move much, largely not paying attention to the worker, and in fact a little embarrassed at the attention from another female while Kitty was in the process of picking out sex toys to entertain her pussy. It was leaving the very wrong impression that Kitty couldn't get any live cock for herself.

The girl walked up to a large cardboard box on the floor, directly beneath the display of female toys. Kitty's eyes sized up the young lady. Like Kitty, she was wearing tight jeans that wrapped around a hot little ass. The girl was a couple inches taller than Kitty, but curvier in the hips. Bending over to open the box and pull out the latest wares that were just shipped into the store, Kitty found herself staring at the girl from behind. Your brain immediately thought about Olya's hot little Russian ass, which you enjoyed spreading apart to stick your tongue in her cunt and asshole, and your pussy creamed a little at that thought -- but also at the sight of the girl's little butt.

While bending over all the way, leaning over the box, the round-faced, olive-skinned blonde looked looks back at Kitty, over her shoulder, about to tell my wife about the new toys. "If you want--" But then, she spied Kitty's face -- even hidden behind sunglasses -- pointed at the direction of her ass. The girl smiled softly, not offended whatsoever, and she giggled casually. "So, um -- like anything you see here?"

The girl's voice was sweet and playful, as was her grin, and Kitty knew it was more of a joke than anything else. Still, Kitty blushed, not intending to be caught staring at the girl's butt nor intending to be a flirt. Kitty was going to laugh off the request -- until she noticed that the girl was remaining bent over, shoving her small ass in my wife's direction, even rocking her hips a bit to show off her ass. The girl's face remained affixed with a girlish grin.

Kitty, ever the slut, had a little fun with the situation, assuming it would lead to nothing. "Oh, mmm, yesss, I do, " she giggled back, taking off her sunglasses and now allowing the younger gal to see my wife's brown eyes directly riveted in the direction of the hot young ass in the tight jeans, "But I don't know if I can take home exactly what I want?"

All of a sudden, Kitty was a little nervous, wondering if the girl thought it was a pick-up line. But the girl didn't seem to react that way. Standing upright now, she went into salesgirl mode. Standing not quite shoulder-to-shoulder with Kitty, she began pointing out some of the toys for girls on the wall and shelves, saying which ones are the most popular, and which were the "cheap ones that break." Then, hands on her hips, she cocked her head to one side. "Lots of things to keep a pretty girl busy, while her man is away." But then, as if not wanting to assume Kitty was heterosexual, she corrected herself with a grin. "Well, I shouldn't assume -- while your special someone is away, that is."

Kitty didn't think much of that comment at first, but then she realized the girl was holding out the possibility that Kitty's "special someone" was a female. "Oh, my man," Kitty said softly, making it clear she prefered boys, while her eyes looking around to make sure that none of the other customers in the store were close enough to the two of them in the room reserved for girl toys. "Yeah, he's a lawyer, he works really long hours -- but, you know, sometimes my husband or my boyfriends like to have a toy or two handy also, for some extra fun." 

The comment was intended to draw a grin from the pretty, younger girl, and it worked; her rounded face and plush lips curled up with a devilish grin. "Your boyfriends, huh?" Kitty saw the girl's eyes glance over Kitty's figure, head to toe, sizing up the little package that was the slut standing next to her. "Well, I'm not surprised you have a man AND boyfriends -- you're really pretty -- one man can't satisfy all that you need, am I right?" 

Looking at the girl who had such a inviting, knowing smile on her face, Kitty felt relaxed. The girl worked, after all, in a sex shop; she knew Kitty was there to satisfy the aching in her pussy, and for no other reason. She didn't need to pretend or talk in tongues. "Oh, something like that," my horny wife giggled, thinking about her "needs" for as much cock as she could fuck, "I definitely have my needs -- like, what my husband doesn't have -- a really, you know, big, huge, hung, hot cock -- now that is a lot of fun!" 

The olive-skinned beauty's face winked with a knowing gleam. "Well, you sound a lot like me -- since you like that kind of fun," she said, pulling a big, fat black rubber dildo from a nearby drawer, "maybe this is what you're looking for, for today." 

My slutty wife snickered at the sight of the 10-inch, ultra-fat cock that looked so incredibly huge in the salegirl's petite hand -- its size reminding Kitty of Vaughn's hot big black cock, back in the motel room with Janae and Brendan -- but something else caught Kitty's attention, a box on a shelf that contained a different kind of toy. The picture on the box showed a device with a red-rubbery piece the size and shape of a long tongue, being held against a clit or stuck into a pussy like a tongue. "Hmm, maybe," my wife said of the huge black toy cock in the salesgirl's hand, while pointing to the box with the toy tongue, "but -- maybe, what about this, instead?" 

When the girl's eyes spotted the toy tongue, a bright look of realization crossed her eyes and face, making her smile in understanding. Maybe Kitty was in the mood for a good cunt-licking instead of a straight-up fuck. "Well," the mixed-race blonde moans, "that's not a bad one -- if there's no one around to give you the real thing." 

The two girls' eyes met, and Kitty realized that the salesgirl was as horny as she was herself. The girl peered back at my wife with a mix of lust and playfulness in her stare, her body language indicating she was relaxed, but the look in her eye and the slight turn of the corner of her mouth suggesting she was on the prowl for sex. Kitty suddenly hesitated, not sure if she was really in the middle of picking up a younger woman for sex at a porn shop, or if she was misunderstanding. She wasn't even sure she wanted to do it; she'd only played with women while swinging or in threesomes, never one-on-one before. But the sexy young girl's exotic face blessed with a very amicable smile made my wife relax, and not worry about where the conversation was going. "Well I most definitely prefer the real thing," Kitty explained with a shy smile, "but I don't have a date with a boyfriend today, and my husband won't be home until around 8 at least." Then, looking down and blushing a bit -- an honest reaction -- she spoke aloud what she probably should have kept to herself. "And I'm not very good at just walking into a place and, you know, getting a new date." 

The salesgirl snickered at the last comment, and her body language changed. Standing with one hip crooked to the side, her hand on that hip and elbow bent out in midair, she leaned her head to the side and gave Kitty a very friendly look -- the one a girl gives a man at the bar who buys her a drink. "Oh, you're doing just fine today," the girl mused, making sure Kitty understood what she really meant. "So -- uh, anything else here I can interest you in?" 

Kitty's brain screamed -- honey, that was a pick-up line. But, being part shy and part honest, Kitty actually answered the question, although in a provocative way. "Yeah, here," she said, pointing at a box showing a black stiff dildo attached to leather straps -- a strap-on. Kitty knew what it was for, but she played dumb. "That looks hot, is that a strap-on -- how do you use it?" 

The olive-skinned blonde let out a single chuckle, stepping forward to take it off the shelf and look at the box up close. Then, turning to face my Asian wife, her eyes looked around the store to be sure no one could overhear the conversation. "Well, this one," related the horny femaile with a greedy grin and throaty voice, "is for one girl to fuck her girlfriend with, you know -- and, like, it's better than a real cock, 'cause it won't get soft or cum, ever!" Then she added, with a flip of her shoulder and casual smile, "I mean, we use them all the time, we have sooo much fun with them." 

Now it was my wife's turn to chuckle. "'We,' huh?"

"Yeah, 'we.'" The salesgirl was staring right into Kitty's eyes, searching for a reaction, as she exposed herself as a bisexual. "I got a couple girlfriends -- I mean, girls who are friends, not, like 'girlfriend' -- but, ya know, girls I play around with -- like, one of them I met in the store, even, a few times back."

That made my hotwife even more nervous. The girl was indeed bisexual, and she was most certainly hitting on Kitty.

Feeling a little put on the spot, Kitty felt defensive. She sensed her already-horny vagina was creaming in her thong inside her jeans, but her stomach fluttered with butterflies. "I've never used them before with the other girls," she related truthfully to the salesgirl, "I'm not sure I'd know how to use it right." 

The girl grinned at Kitty, her brown eyes smiling too, and the look on her face suggested to Kitty that she wanted to say more in response than she actually did. "Well," is what she offered in a hushed, anxious tone, "you just need someone who, ya know -- is good with the equipment." Reaching back with a hand to run her fingers through her long blonde ponytail, she tossed her head to the side with a coquette's flirty smile. "You, uh, know anyone who might show you how to use them -- like, really, really well?"

Kitty's knees were weak, she felt light-headed, unsure if the pretty salesgirl was inviting her to extend an invitation for the girl to come back to our house and play with the toys. "Um -- I dunno -- doubt it." My wife was blushing, her eyes locked onto the salesgirl's face, unsure if she wanted to admit to herself that the two of them were really thinking the same thoughts. "Like -- I wasn't going to play with them anyway, until my husband got home, tonight--"

"Oh -- right." Now the girl's face seemed a bit less anxious, like a bit of stress was relieved; Kitty thinks maybe she took the answer the wrong way. "I guess, I didn't want to mislead you -- I mean, I wasn't asking to show you myself this afternoon -- I'm working this afternoon -- like, obviously!" A short giggle added a drop of levity into the sexually-charged, thick air between them. "I mean -- not that you'd want me, like, some dorky stranger to show you how to use a dildo." Laughing at her self-depricating comment she then added: "I mean, you're so pretty -- you can probably get just about anyone you want to show you how to use it -- I'm sure you hot a really hot husband!"

My wife blushed more. "Oh, he's okay -- cute -- very sweet man." Then she reacted to the complement, and she couldn't hold back the lusty thoughts swimming in her brain. "And you're not dorky, you're adorable yourself -- yeah, I mean, if you weren't working this afternoon, ya know, maybe you could have shown me how to use them."

Kitty grinned wrily, having admitted that very slutty idea to the pretty girl she'd just met minutes earlier. But as my wife blushed a crimson shade of red on her gorgeous face, the salesgirl responded with a giggle and moan. "Ohhh -- well, you know -- that, ah, would be something I could do." Then, with the two of them staring at each other while dancing around the edge of the thing both wanted, the girl made an offer that proved she was as much a slut as my wife was. "You know -- I get off at 7 tonight, I gotta do this thing first -- but, I could be free about 8, when your husband gets home -- if you think the two of you might want some help using them?"

Kitty's cunt gushed with juices, she felt weak-kneed, like she was going to fall over. The pretty girl was asking her for sex; she'd never done this before, she'd always had the Internet between herself and another female when setting up a fuckdate. She suddenly thought to herself, maybe this is what I can bring home for my husband -- a hot girl! But, nervous and unsure of herself, Kitty fumbled. The first word -- well, sounds, really -- out of her mouth were not what she should have said. "I -- uhhh -- ummm--"

Instantly, the exotic salesgirl seemed apologetic, waiving her hand in the air a second. "Oh, I, uh -- sorry, I didn't mean--"

"No!" Kitty frowned, realizing she almost blew it. Instead of letting the moment pass, however, she snapped it back onto its tracks. "I know what you meant." Glancing around the store yet again to be sure no one could hear them talk, Kitty lowered her voice and used the most sexually provocative, husky tone she could muster. "And, I know my husband wouldn' t mind watching -- I mean, watching you, um, teach me how to use some of these toys -- I guess, it would be really great, if you wanted to come over and, um, show me how to use some of this stuff? I -- we, don't live too far away." 

Kitty felt really proud of herself -- and relieved -- having said that; facing the dragon, she slew it.

The salegirl's pretty brown eyes grew larger, as one of her slender eyebrows raises up to pretend to consider the offer. "I suppose -- I mean, we don't normally do housecalls!" she laughed, waiving at the store generally. "But, gee -- I guess, I can make an exception -- for an exceptionally pretty girl." She winked, her big eyes staring at my wife's face, searching her emotions, liking the response she saw. Politely, but lustfully, she finally introduced herself. "I'm Emily, my friends call me Em." 

"Ah," my wife coughed, at an awkward moment, realizing they were exchanging names after having already agreed to fuck, "I'm Kitty." Then, with a laugh, my wife injected her sense of humor into the conversation, mixed with her insatiable lust. "But my, um, friends usually just call me, you know, their little Asian fuckslut!" 

The two sluts laughed together, her admission breaking the tension for a second. "Is that right?" Emily snickered, looking at the toys, formulating a gameplan. "Then you're my kinda girl, Kitty -- can never have enough hot little Asian fucksluts in your life, right?" 

Kitty wrinkled her flat little nose at her new friend. "Oh, I didn't say I was 'hot,'" she protested softly. 

The salesgirl's response came swiftly and firmly. "Yeah you are." Emily took a step closer to my petite wife, now shoudler to shoulder, but her face turned to peer into Kitty's eyes. The girl's voice was rhaspy and hungry. "Well, tell you what -- maybe what you really want today is a horny blonde bitch to come to your house and show your husband how his hot little Asian wife can have fun without a man around, hmm?" Her brown eye twinkled. "Is that what you want today, sweetie?" 

Kitty's words were hushed, a gasp, from deep inside. "Yessss," she cooed, wanting to sink into Emily, but keeping herself upright and just brushing her shoulder to the slightly taller girl's upper arm, "he needs to see me getting fucked all night by a gorgeous blonde bitch -- just like you." 

Emily returned the look of desire, gazing into Kitty's eyes. "Well he's gonna see it -- 'cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

The two sluts looked at each other and, anywhere else, would have immediately kissed each other. Instead, they both looked behind themselves, ensuring none of the males in the store could hear them. Realizing they were thinking the same thing, they giggled and playfully pushed each other a bit.




Me, My Slutwife & Emily



"Fuck," my horny wife groaned, stating the obvious, "I'm not gonna be able to wait all day!"

The younger slut agreed, letting out an exhilarated gasp of dismay. "Huh, yeah -- I know -- here, wait!" She reached into her pocket and took out a single brass-colored key, then she quickly stepped to the back corner of the little side room they were in. There was a single door there, locked, adorned with a sticker, "EMPLOYEES ONLY." Emily fit the key into the lock and unfastened the door, pushing it open, revealing a small, darkened room. With a fit of responsibility, she quickly strode back to look at the front desk of the store, seeing that a male employee had it covered.

"We're good," the girl grinned, grabbing Kitty's hand and leading my wife into the small storage room. Clicking on a light then shutting the door quickly, the two were now locked in a very small area with metal shelves along opposite walls, and a ladder pushed up against the back wall, leaving only a couple feet square for the two of them to stand together.

Kitty felt silly, like a schoolgirl, but her sudden lust for the young, exotic-looking woman was taking control. Standing face to face, the girls wrapped arms around each other and instantly their lips were together, smashing in a hot kiss, tongues immediately probing each other's mouth. Kitty tasted the sweetness of the girl, the aroma of a soft musky perfume mixing with the fresh flavors of the girl's lips and tongue. My wife felt two hands groping her small buttcheeks through her jeans, and Kitty did the same, sliding her hands down to Emily's buttocks, fondling them through the girl's jeans, finding them firm and squishy.

"Ohhh, fuckkk," my wife moaned into the hot wet kiss, "I'm so fucking turned on!"

"Yeah, me too," Emily panted, stepping back from the kiss, and without hesitation dropping to her knees. She pushed Kitty backwards a step, so my wife found herself leaning against the step-ladder right behind her, nowhere to go, as the salesgirl was reaching to Kitty's crotch and unfastening her jeans. "Shit, I've sucked cocks and gotten fucked in here -- but never with a girl." Kitty stood stiff, her knees together, weak, anxious for the girl to pull her jeans and thong down. Emily had the jeans unfastened and, curling her fingers around the thong's straps and the jeans over Kitty's slender hips, with a yank pulled them both down my wife's legs simultaneously.

"Fuck -- yesss!" Kitty leaned back now, jeans and thongs at her ankles around her sandle-clad feet, prying open her knees. Emily held the clothing against the concrete floor, so that Kitty could lift one foot out of them, allowing her to spread more widely. My petite wife slipped both her arms backwards, elbows resting on one level of the metal ladder, while she delicately placed her naked butt against a lower rung of the ladder, able now to spread her legs to the sides with both feet on the floor. Staring at Emily's eyes as they gazed at my wife's shaved wet pussy, Kitty growled for what she wanted. "You made me so wet, baby -- eat my cunt sweetie!"

Emily stared at my wife's puffy pussylips and the wet pinkness inside. Reaching one hand up to the cunt in front of her, the salesgirl pried open my wife's petals to expose more of the pinkness as well as her little hard clitty. She leaned forward on her knees, lapping her tongue against my wife's clit, tasting the wetness and making my wife moan and shiver. "Mmm yeah," Emily grunted, lapping more at Kitty's clitoris, suckling it, "sooo nice!"

Kitty reached one hand down, wanting to wrap her fingers around Emily's blonde head, but instead she found her fist grabbing Emily's ponytail and holding it, able to move Emily's mouth with it. "Fuckkk -- yesss -- ohhh, god, fuck, yesss!" Grinding her cunt against Emily's mouth, my wife started masturbating herself with the younger woman's tongue playing the role of a toy. "Fuck -- I'm so wet -- fucking do it, baby, eat your little slutty bitch!"

"Mmmm!" The sexy, olive-skinned girl was devouring Kitty's juices, lapping them off of her cuntlips, sucking them down, licking for more and more. "You're a little slut, huh?" she asked my wife, looking up at Kitty's smallish breasts past her shirt, up at my wife's brown eyes, "you like lots of cock in this hot pussy, huh?"

My wife was in ecstasy, gyrating her pelvis in a circle, rubbing her wet aching cunt against Emily's soft mouth and tongue, feeling the relief in her vagina from the feminine attention. "Fuck -- yesss -- I'm a fucking whore, I love cocks -- big cocks -- I can't stop, I fuck so many hung cocks!"

But her pussy was desperate to cum not from a big cock but Emily's small pink little tongue, now digging into her tight hole, while the girl's upper lip ground against Kitty's clitoris. Still grabbing Emily's blonde ponytail to keep the girl's face immobile, Kitty spread her knees more and rubbed her vagina against the tongue protruding inside, thrusting hard, smearing her leaking cuntjuices all over the store employee's pretty face. Kitty felt the girl's hands clutching my wife's sexy, tight little bumcheeks, long fingernails digging into the flesh as the girl held my wife's pelvis in place to keep eating her cunt. Forcing herself to bite her lip, so as not to scream and alert the entire store to the lesbian fucking taking place in the storage closet, Kitty growled and moaned in delight while she felt the sensations of a cum building in her body.

The big, brown eyes of the horny younger girl stared up at my face's face, watching the feelings of lust spilling over Kitty's eyes and lips, my wife's mouth open agape as she trembled towards a climax. Kitty was really yanking Emily's head now, back and forth, forcing the girl to thrust her tongue into my wife's pussy as Kitty concentrated on that penetration. "Yesss -- fuckkk, yesss -- oh god, oh god, yesss -- eat me," my wife cried, wincing, eyes closed, her small chest heaving with deep breaths, "eat me you bitch!"

The girl pulled her tongue out of my wife's pussy to say just one thing, before shoving it back inside. "You gonna cum in my mouth, huh?"

"YESSSSS!" As soon as that tongue slammed back into Kitty's twat, my wife lost it, her cunt exploding with a hard orgasm. She felt the liquids spilling out, filling Emily's mouth, while my wife felt the world get dizzy and she almost fell from her perch against the ladder behind her. Emily didn't retreat, she kept her tongue shoved up my wife's cunt throughout the hard orgasm, drinking in ever drop of the climax as my wife's little body spasmed and shook from the body-wrenching cum.

The orgasm left the salesgirl on her knees with a mouthful and faceful of Kitty's cunt juices; looking down, my wife found the sight delicious. Kitty bend her head and leaned forward, while Emily stayed on her knees, and they began kissing once again, hard, my wife tasting the flavors of her own twat inside Emily's mouth now. They shared the liquid, their tongues pushing it back and forth between their mouths, until they mutually devoured it.

Emily stood up now, rotating the two of them until Emily had her back against the ladder, and my wife was dutifully dropping to her knees. Then, with a twist, Emily spun around, shoving her jeans-clad ass in my wife's face. The salesgirl quickly unfastened her pants and pushed them and her panties down to her feet, bending forward and placing both elbows on a rung of the ladder so that her torso was at a 90 degree angle, almost, with her stiffened little legs. Kitty found herself staring at Emily's shaved wet pussy from the backside, dripping just beneath Emily's puckered little brown asshole, surrounded by two soft, little buttcheeks.

"Oooh yeah," encouraged the horny salesgirl, still licking my wife's pussy juices off of her own lips, "lick me too -- I want it so bad -- I've been so fucking horny all day!"

Kitty didn't need to be told, the sight of Emily's young wet cunt and naked ass made her mouth want to be filled. Placing her palms on Emily's small asscheeks, prying them apart, Kitty leaned forward and immediately sank her tongue hard against Emily's little asshole. The younger girl didn't expect that, shrieking for a moment then laughing that she was so loud, feeling my wife start lapping and tonguing her tight little poophole. Kitty made the small, tight hole all wet, then she licked down to Emily's cuntlips, just licking the pink, wet outer lips, tasting their juices, before licking further down south to the girl's hard little clitoris. Puckering her lips, Kitty swallowed it and tugged it into the vacuum of her mouth, before releasing it and using just her tongue-tip to flick furiously over the clit, rapidly, over and over, teasing it and torturing it. The girl was on fire, pushing her hot cunt backwards to my wife, gasping in lust. Kitty suckled the clitoris a few times, draining it of juices, before licking upwards to the entrance of the girl's pussy.

"Yeah!" silently screamed the horny, olive-skinned slut, "do it!"

My wife jammed her tongue forward, thrusting it into the tight lips of the salesgirl. She felt the girl's body quake in delight, and a moment later Kitty felt Emily's fingertips on her own clitoris, rubbing it while Kitty tongue-fucked her hole. Kitty pressed her mouth against the girl's soft pink petals and thrust her little married tongue hard into the salesgirl's vagina, feeling the soft, wet warmth of her pussyhole, fucking it over and over with her tongue probing in and out. The bent-over girl shoved her ass backwards into Kitty's face, her own fingers on her clitoris driving her vagina to its first orgasm. "Fuck -- ohhhh yessss!" the girl announced, as her cum spilled out of her vagina, her body shaking and juices flowing into Kitty's mouth. She let out a low whine, squealing in pained pleasure, cumming against my wife's face.

The girl was left gasping, after my wife drained that cum out of her. "Oh shit, sooo good," she yelped in delight, "you're so good -- I can't fucking wait for tonight!"

Licking juices off of her lips, my wife giggled as she stared at the girl's naked ass. "Mmm," she agreed, "me neither!"

* * * * 

Sitting on our sofa like a nervous teenager, I anxiously watched my wife standing in front of me in a flimsy, see-through negligee covering a barely-there black lacy thong. The clock said 8:15 p.m., and ever since I had gotten home ten minutes earlier, Kitty planted me on the sofa and told me not to move until our "guest arrived."

Seeing my wife in a negligee and awaiting a guest, I fully expected one of her boyfriends -- or perhaps a new playmate she'd just met online -- come into our house and bone her with a massive dick right in front of me.

So, you can imagine my shock after the doorbell rang and Kitty opened our front door, when I saw that our guest was a petite, young, olive-skinned blonde with a long ponytail and tight t-shirt and jeans, toting a duffle bag over one of her slender shoulders. My cock had been hard from seeing Kitty in the negligee, but upon seeing this woman, my dick wanted to burst out of my pants. Kitty brought home a girl -- and not just any girl, but an extremely pretty, sexy gal in her young 20's, with a nice-looking bust and slender hips? Suddenly a million thoughts raced through my mind -- what if this wasn't for sex? What if the girl didn't like me? Was there a hot guy coming over too?

Kitty saw the surprised look on my face, and she grinned proudly, wanting to see my reaction to the surprise visitor. The very attractive, exotic young beauty entering our house first laid her big brown eyes on my wife's petite body and the very slutty lingerie barely covering her -- exposing her little nipples on her A-cup boobies, the flatness of her tummy, the small size of her pelvis. I even saw the guest's eyes stare a moment at Kitty's crotch, undoubtedly making out the dark slit of her pussy visible through the mesh of the thong. When the girl smiled ear to ear, there was no doubt, she was here to fuck Kitty.

Then the girl's eyes turned to me, and her look was a little different. More standoff-ish. She observed me, measuring up the stranger (to her) sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, probably twice her age. She didn't exactly explode with lust, but she did grin -- part nervously, part amicably -- and stepped into the living room. Whatever she saw in me, it wasn't scaring her away.

Before making introductions, she had me relocate onto the easy chair facing our sofa, then she and Emily sat together on the sofa -- not quite touching, but close to each other. I saw Emily's big, brown eyes still looking over my wife's body -- tits, thighs, pussy and all -- visible through the black-mesh lingerie. The younger girl definitely looked attracted to what she saw sitting next to her on the sofa. The young blonde with the ponytail then again turned her eyes towards me, seated a few feet away on the chair. I saw energy in those eyes, electricity; a touch of nerves, perhaps, but also a playful humor. 

"David," Kitty purred, leaning into Emily's shoulder and touching her arm with her hand, "this is Emily, and -- well, I met her at the sex shop earlier today, she works there -- she's gonna -- well, she came here to kinda, you know, show us some new products, to use?" The two females giggled at each other as Kitty clarified, "So, she's kinda a salesgirl, I guess -- making a housecall tonight." 

"Oh yeah," Emily laughed, dropping her duffle bag onto the sofa next to her, the side away from Kitty, "I guess I'm selling something, alright." It was an inside joke, and both she and my wife chuckled. "I brought a few of my favorite things from the store -- they won't miss them, I do the inventory too."

I chuckled, realizing the girl was on a sales call, or something like that. "Ah, is that right -- well, I'm sure Kitty will buy one of everything you have -- two, maybe, just in case she breaks one from, ah, overuse." I snickered at my joke, and my wife gave me a pretend mocking howl of disdain.

I was really liking how this was going, with the beautiful young woman obviously here to play with my wife. Wanting to be a gracious host, I felt I needed to speak up for myself. "Well -- welcome, Emily -- you're really beautiful, aren't you?" She mouthed a "thank you" to me, as I continued. "I gather you already know that my sexy wife loves beautiful men and women -- so I'm sure the two of you will get along just great."

My wife giggled. "Oh, I think we already know that." The two petite women shared another inside joke, giggling away.

The two inside jokes had an immediate effect on me. Already I felt like a third wheel. Because Emily didn't immediately fawn over me, I wanted to make sure my wife's evening would be the most pleasurable one possible. "Baby, if you two want, I can go down to the basement and do some work on the computer -- or, even, I mean, I have a bunch of errands to run, if you want the house to yourself for a few hours?" 

Kitty looked at me kindly, sweetly, as she always did. "No, baby," she respond. There had been other times she politely and, somewhat with a guilty face, had asked me to leave the house because a boyfriend or date (like Patrick or Matt) was under the constant illusion she was cheating on me. Tonight was clearly different, and it made me more relaxed. "I thought, you know, Emily would show us together -- right, Em?" She turned her head and flashed a smile at her new friend. 

The blonde was untying her ponytail, brushing her thick golden-blonde hair with her fingers fanned out from her hand, letting it cascade halfway down her back. "If he wants to watch," she said softly to Kitty, "I think he might learn a thing or two."

I liked the young woman's spunk. The scent of sex was in the air, not just from Kitty's barely-covered pussy; this other girl came over to our house with a bag full of sextoys, it seemed, and the sexual energy in the room was palpable. "So Emily," I asked, as aroused as my wife was, "you're really fucking hot -- I bet you have a boyfriend who has a huge fucking dick -- doesn't he?" 

Surprised at my question, she looked at me with these big brown eyes checking me out. Perhaps she didn't expect me to be so direct -- I didn't exactly look like a horny pervert, I guess, I'm too non-threatening in appearance. It's my boyishly-young face, plus I'm not exactly muscular or stud-like. Although, I have trimmed down considerably, living with my sexy Asian second wife, working out every day -- in bed and otherwise. "Yeah," Emily snickered, her eyes giving me a friendly look, "he's got a huge one, like, this big." She stiffened her pointer fingers from both hands, holding them a good 9 inches apart. "And, like, this." She then used finger and thumb on one hand to make a circle, holding it up. Her fingertip wasn't touching her thumb, indicating an extremely large penis. 

My wife howled in appreciation at the description of her boyfriend's cocksize. "Oh yeah!" She clapped once. Putting on a bit of a show for her horny husband, Kitty had war stories to tell too. "One of my boyfriends, Matt, is like that -- he's a fucking horse, I mean, the guy has the equipment, he's a fucking thrill to fuck!" Then she looked across the room at me, blushing. "As David can tell you, he's seen me with cocks big like that -- remember Brian's cock, when we went on vacation down to the Shore? I fucking scream like I'm dying, I love the feeling of a huuuuge cock ripping me open and sticking sooo deep into me -- it's the best fucking sex." 

Emily's eyes grew wide and her grin inflated too, hearing her little story -- particularly intrigued that Kitty spoke so openly about fucking big cocks in front of her husband. Emily nodded as if understanding. "So, David," the girl asked me, unable to contain the huge smile on her pretty face, "you like her fucking other guys, huh?" Her voice grew tepid, as if afraid she might make me angry.

I shrug, not offended at all. "Oh, I love fucking her myself, but -- she's a little whore, she loved cocks, big cocks -- and I love her, I don't mind whatever she does -- or whomever she does -- Patrick, Matt, Tim, Joe, Keith, Kent . . . shit, I forget all of their names." 

"Oh my gawd!" Emily's face whipped around to laugh at my wife. "You ARE a little slut, aren't you?" 

Kitty's playful brown eyes stared back, her small flattened face nodding. "Ohhh yeah," she admitted freely, "you don't mind, do you?" 

"No way," the girl answered, leaning closer to my wife now, touching shoulder to shoulder, "I wish I could be like that, I'd love to have a bunch of hung boyfriends." She looked across the room again, at me, her gaze a little different now. It was friendly, like we were all part of the same team now. "You really must love her, David -- letting her get what she really wants -- 'cause, that's, like, so wonderful -- I wish I had a boyfriend like that!" 

My wife clapped her small hands again, giggling at a joke in her head. "Oh I can arrange that -- okay, then," she offered to Emily, "let's trade -- I'll take your boyfriend with the huge dick for a night, and you can have David as your boyfriend -- and he'll let you go fuck a guy with a really big dick too!"

Both girls laughed their little asses off at the joke, which took me a moment to realize was at my expense. "Hey now," I snickered, "your little friend here, she had nooo idea how long your husband can keep it up in bed -- hell, it's not always just the size of the prize, but the motion of the ocean."

Lovingly, my wife gave me a soft smile. "Oh, David, we're just playing," she snickered, but then laughing again she retorted, "and, baby, I just say that -- it always IS the size of the prize that counts!" She took one look at Emily, and the two girls started laughing yet again.

"God, you two," the long-haired blonde giggled, "are a trip, too funny."




Me, My Slutwife & Emily



I loved the sex talk, the banter, even if they were teasing me. "So Emily, what's your favorite position, when your boyfriend with the big cock fucks you -- you like riding it? Or bent over?" 

"Mmmm," she mused, thinking it over, while she slipped her sandles off and bent her leg, scooting a foot under her small butt as she sat on the sofa next to my wife. "I dunno -- all of them -- but, if the guy is really hung and built? I like, just, like, being on my back -- getting, you know, like bent over backwards, with my legs over big strong shoulders, just getting plowed deep -- feels sooo fucking good!" Glancing at my wife, the two of them nodded in unison at the image. Emily saw that I, too, moaned in lust at the mental picture of Kitty getting fucked that way by a huge cock, and the look on my face made Emily more curious about my relationship with Kitty. "Like, David, do you ever watch that -- Kitty on her back, getting rammed deep with a huuuge big cock? Does that turn you on?"

"She fucking loves it," I groaned, the memory of dozen of such events running through my brain, "and, yeah, turns me on like, nothing else -- she looks so fucking sexy, getting hammered by a huge prick."

"Ummm, I see." The girl was processing my response, I don't think in her 20-some years she'd met a husband or boyfriend who seemed to really enjoy his woman getting laid by other men. "So, why is that -- don't you have a big dick, I mean, so she gets it from other guys -- like, how, I mean --" She realized what she was asking and started giggling, then my wife began cackling next to her, and the two girls sort of broke down in high-pitched laughs. They were really making each other act silly. "Okay," the girl said, composing himself, acting all formal and making her body stiff as she sat upright on the sofa, "so, Mr. David, just tell me how big your cock is, why don't you -- I mean, I work at a porn store, it's okay, you can tell me."

Kitty found the request and stiff presentation quite funny. "Yeah -- like, okay, 'show me what you got!'" She burst with a cackle, and a half-second later Emily joined her.

I was smiling at how silly they were both being, it was actually kind of sexy -- they were acting much younger than their 20-something ages would have indicated. "What -- like, I should just pull it out and show you?" I wasn't adverse to doing that; seemed sort of out of the blue.

But Emily composed herself, then staring at me stoically, she shrugged. "Um -- uh huh!" Her newfound reserved look didn't last; two seconds later, she bent forward laughing, and Kitty joined her in a belly-aching chuckle.

At the risk of giving her something else to laugh about, I leaned back on the chair and unzipped my pants, pushing them and my underwear down a bit, so I could haul out my throbbing cock. It was hard as concrete, the rounded head already smeared with precum. I lifted my five-and-a-half inches out of my crotch, pointing it at the ceiling with my finger and thumb circled at the base, giving Emily and my wife a good look at my tool nearly fully engorged.

Indeed the laughing on the sofa ceased, as both sets of brown eyes fell on my married erection. Kitty moaned a little, while her new friend just looked at it blandly, blinking, observing. "Oh," she said, a bit surprised, "um -- nice cock -- yeah, okay--" She looked to Kitty next to her, shrugging. "Um -- okay -- enough of that, I guess?"

My with snorted with a guffaw. "Huh -- yeah, 'nuff o' that!" Then the two giggled again, together, snickering.

I put my dick away, zipping up. She didn't come here to fuck me, that was clear.

Like she was sorry she raised the subject, Emily looked away from me with an apologetic frown on her face. Deflecting attention from me, she turned to her side and unzipped her duffle bag, peering into it without showing Kitty or me its contents -- even turning her back, shielding Kitty from looking, even as Kitty rose up on her knees on the bed to look over the other girl's slender shoulder. "Stop, it's a surprise," the girl explained to my horny wife, "sit down, calm your horses -- don't be so anxious!" She was laughing as she said it. Emily put her hand into the bag, as if to remove something, but then she looked around the room and at my wife over her shoulder. "Uh -- so, like, you just wanna, you know, start seeing these -- here?"

Kitty was about to nod and agree, but I saw her catch herself and shrug. "Um -- maybe not -- maybe, like, we need some more space -- like, up on the bed?"

Emily let out a toothy-white grin, happy to hear that Kitty was on the same wavelength. "Oh, yeah, you definitely need to stretch out when you, ah, use these."

"Don't you mean," I added with a snicker, "'spread' out?"

"Oh yeah!" Emily chuckled at me then wrinkled her small rounded nose at Kitty. "You gotta, uh -- SPREAD out."

Kitty purred, remaining on her knees next to Emily, her smallish tits and super-hard little nipples poking out of the see-through negligee. "Mmm -- I'm good at spreading out, baby."

That made me chuckle. "Oh, she's good at lots of things," I informed our guest, "you should just ask."

"Yeah?" Emily's eyes were on Kitty's titties and then the softness of her crotch, barely clad in the thong and negligee. "Like what?"

My dick, back inside my pants, was so fucking hard, seeing this gorgeous, darker-skinned young woman sitting next to my horny wife. "Well, you know, Kitty really, really loves kissing someone -- like, deep, sexy kisses -- she fucks better when she has someone's tongue shoved down her throat." 

It made the girl rumble with a low, throaty groan, her eyes scanning Kitty's tits again until looking up to Kitty's smiling fact next to her. "Ohhh, is that right?" the girl asked playfully, turning her legs and torso to face her on the sofa. "You like that, huh? Like -- this?" 

Her face leaned upwards towards Kitty's; and Kitty lowered her face, bending slightly at the waist. Not moving, not even breathing, I watched my wife place her soft, thin lips on Emily's mouth, as Emily's hand reached up and slipped behind Kitty's head, digging into my wife's long, pitch-black hair. I saw my gorgeous wife start making out with the beautiful younger blonde, both of their jaws opening, tongues thrusting into each other's mouths, moaning together. Emily was stroking Kitty's long hair now, while Kitty lifted one of her small hands to Emily's rounded face, first brushing fingertips over the girl's slender jawline, then caressing her long golden-blonde hair. Her olive skin was a delicious contrast in tone to Kitty's tinted Chinese pale. Their French kiss was loud, sloppy, both of the girls enjoying each other from the outset. 

Throbbing in my pants, my dick wanted to come out and play so badly. But I knew not to interrupt the girls; they looked so gorgeous together, and the way they kissed, I had the instinct that it wasn't the first time. I shifted in the reclining chair, leaning back more, pushing my prick to stick more upright inside my underwear, so it could throb a little less painfully. 

Emily laughed at the power of the erotic kiss, breaking it, her thick lips drooling with Kitty's saliva. "God, she does kiss awesome," the girl giggled to herself, drawing a smile from my wife. Emily licked her lips clean as she gazed over at me. "David," my wife's new friend cooed, "you gonna watch me take your hot wife up to your bed -- show her how to use some of these hot toys?" 

Now, by Kitty's decision many months ago, our marital bed was usually off-limits to Kitty's boyfriends, except on occasion or for her most special boyfriend (who seemed to change time to time; Tim, Patrick, Matt, sometimes I couldn't keep up). But I had no doubt the two girls needed the King-size bed for the evening's festivities. "I don't think I'd stop you -- especially if you'll let me watch -- I can't fucking imagine a hotter girl naked in bed with my gorgeous sexy wife." 

We hadn't mentioned Emily getting naked too, but the smiling exotic beauty didn't argue with me. "Yeah," Emily panted, looking down from Kitty's face back at her titties through the see-through lingerie, "she really is fucking gorgeous -- and sexy." Her small hand slid up her chest, pawing at one of Kitty's small, soft boobs, and my wife arched her back to let her grope the soft little orb. "Mmm, she's fiiiiiiiine," the blonde moaned again. I watched as she kissed Kitty's lips again, moistening them albeit briefly. Then Emily had Kitty stand on the floor, right in front of her on the sofa. With Kitty showing off her body to her new friend, Emily reached up and removed Kitty's negligee, making her naked except for her skimpy string thong. "Fucking gorgeous," the girl muttered, now sitting on her butt on the sofa, leaning forward. I saw her hand snake up between Kitty's thighs, groping her almost-nude asscheeks, while she leaned forward and planted her thick lips on Kitty's nipple and started sucking it. My horny wife groaned, pushing her tit into Emily's mouth, her hand cradling and carressing her head. 

Emily looked over at me, seeing me stare. Her lips remained against Kitty's small breast, while her mouth opens and her tongue snaked out to lick the hard nipple. "David," the girl about half my age moaned at me, "if you want, you can take out your dick again -- if you like." She was definitely sweet and accomodating.

I shrugged off the offer, for now. "Maybe later, if that's okay." 

"Whatevah you wish," responded the blonde nonchalantly, returning her attention to sucking my wife's sexy breasts, back and forth as my wife stood in front of her, while Emily's small hands were groping Kitty's tight little asscheeks, stroking them. I heard Kitty moan in pleasure, letting the girl entertain herself with her body.

My wife looked back at me, hearing my response. "Mmm, David," she panted, "I realllly like her -- she's hot, isn't she?" There was a playful sparkle in her eye. Kitty had learned to be the perfect tease, torturing me with what she can get that I can't give -- or, in this case, can't get. "Mmmm, she's soooo sexy, aren't you glad I get to play with her?" 

Emily pulled her face off of Kitty's smallish tits, looking at me before I respond. So I found myself staring at the blonde when I said, "You are so lucky -- Kitty is fucking delicious." Then my wife's date grinned to herself with a playful idea. She stood up too, continuing to kiss my wife, both of her hands holding Kitty's breasts in her palms and fingers. She was only a couple inches taller than Kitty, so she didn't have to bend down hardly at all to kiss her. Then, she pushed my wife onto the sofa on her ass, while Emily was now standing over her. "You wanna undress me?" the blonde asks Kitty, but then with a twinkle in her eye she offered with a playful inflection, "or should we let your friendly hubby have some fun and do that?" 

My loving wife immediately grinned ear to ear, figuring she knew what her husband would want -- because, of course, it's what every man would want. "Definitely, let him," Kitty giggled back to her, then she looked at me across the room and winked. 

I hadn't moved at all, still leaning back on the easy chair, as Emily turned and with a sexy sway to her thin hips side to side sauntered towards me, with a slutty groan in her throat. "So, Mr. David," she groaned, "you gonna help me get ready to go play with your hot little wife?" Without stopping her movement, she immediately climbed onto my lap, straddling me, sliding her crotch up to mine and pressing my boner into my body. Not expecting to be mounted, I looked past her at my wife, seeking approval, and saw Kitty giggling to herself, watching intently. I didn't stop the girl, whatever she had in mind. My new friend let out a little moan, an instinctive one, not just to be nice to me. Her hands reached to my chest for a moment, as she rubbed her soaking cunt through her jeans and my pants against my aroused penis, feeling the hardness and size of my shaft. "Oooh, god, that's good," she panted, her eyes fluttering. 

Still looking past the girl's hot chest at my wife, I was feeling a little guilty to have the girl on my lap, having this foreplay with me. I always felt guilty when another female is touching me, like in foursome swing sessions while Kitty would be fucking the girl's husband. I never wanted Kitty to think that I let herfuck other men just so I can fuck other women; I never, ever needed to touch another woman to be completely satisfied, I loved my wife so deeply and so completely. I knew she loved me too, but my needs are other than her needs. Kitty's needs for big cocks didn't call her love into question, but her needs didn't let her feel guilty when she was getting what her body craved. I'm just not wired that way. 

But Kitty return a playful smile as she watched, sitting prettily on the sofa, nude except for the black string thong. On my lap, Emily was reaching down to my hands, pulling them to her t-shirt. "C'mon, baby," she moaned to the much older adult under her spread-open thighs, "get me ready to fuck your little slutty wife." With her hands on my wrists, guiding me, I clutch her t-shirt at the bottom edges over her hips, pulling up on it. She raised her arms, letting me remove the shirt. She was wearing a light-blue, back-hook bra, somewhat pushing her nice tits upwards, creating a little cleavage. Emily's hands returned to my shoulders, bracing herself as she rubbed her cunt against my dick for a few more seconds. 

I didn't wait before sliding my hands around her body, my fingers reaching the clasp of her bra, and I unhooked it. The sexy, olive-skinned beauty arched her back and allowed me to remove the bra, springing her 36C tits free. The girl had big dark-brown areolae and extremely large and super-hard nipples. To tease me, not letting me touch them, she cupped her own boobs and fondled them as she squatted on my dick, even leaning her mouth down and sticking a tongue out to lick one of her nipples. 

"Hot tits," I moaned, gazing at the girl playing with herself. 

Emily snickered, then climbed off of me -- moving to stand right next to my chair, her crotch right at my side. "C'mon," she encouraged, "take off my jeans, mister."

I reached out, unsnapping them, then quickly unzipping them, and she wiggled her little butt as I pulled them down her curly slender hips and soft thighs. She was wearing, just like my wife, a black thong, but this one was lacy. I didn't see a wisp of pubic hair around or inside the thong, the girl shaved herself just as Kitty did. Still teasing me, she turned around now, her thin back facing me, while she started bending forward, sticking her incredibly soft ass towards me, while looking back at me over her small shoulder. "You like my butt, mister?" she giggled, wiggling it side to side. 

Across the room my wife answered for me. "Ohhh, I know he loves it," she said with a hushed voice, staring at the girl's sexy body. "Don't you, David?"

Upon hearing my full agreement while my eyes were glued onto the sight of that almost-naked butt, Emily moaned in satisfaction and climbed back on my easy chair -- but backwards. And she wasn't sitting, she was standing. Putting her feet on the cushions around my hips, she stood upright on the chair with her butt facing me, about level with my eyes. Holding that position a second, the aroma of her ass and wet pussy reaching my nose, Emily bent over in half -- hand on her knees -- pushing her ass and thong into my face. "Mmm, yeah," she giggled, leaning backwards until her asscrack smacked into my nose and mouth, "you like my butt, huh, David?" 

I had half a mind to open my mouth and lick or suck it, but at the moment I was being treated to the sharp smell of her clean ass and her drenched pussy. The softness of her olive-colored asscheeks filled my vision, and my nose and chin began to ache as she pressed backwards, trapping my head between her butt and the easy chair's backrest. 

Then, just as sudden as she climbed on, Kitty's young friend bent her knees and lowered herself until she was squatting on my lap again, in the reverse position, her ass landing on my dick inside my pants. I couldn't repress a powerful grunt, as I felt the girl start to gyrate her almost-nude little ass on my crotch, her small asscrack rubbing against my shaft back and forth through my pants. With her hands on the armrests of the chair, holding her naked torso upright, she looked at my wife across the room. "Ohh, shit -- he's definitely got a really hard cock -- I think he wants me to show you how to use these toys now!" 

With that, the hot little vixen climbed off of me, having sufficiently teased me mercilessly. Just as nearly nude as Kitty, both wearing just their thongs, Emily grabbed the duffle bag in one hand and reached to take my wife's hand in her other. "So where's this bedroom of yours?" she asked innocently, arching her back to show off her creamy, soft-olive breasts, way more rounded than Kitty's, but proportionate to her curvy hips. 

I watched my delicious, almost-naked wife stand up from the sofa, holding hands with the young woman. "This way," Kitty moaned, leading her friend a couple of steps towards the stairway going to the second floor. Then she looked back over her petite shoulder, finding me staring at Emily's and her equally fabulous buttocks uncovered but for the thin strings of the thongs. "Coming, darling?" 

* * * * 

Another easy chair sat beside our King-size bed, my location for many of Kitty's previous naked encounters with other horny adults. But all of those in our bedroom had been with males, who sported huge dicks that could satisfy Kitty's lust for size and girth. As I took my spot on the chair, I removed my slacks and shirt, leaving me just in my underwear, my five and a half inches of stiff dick -- short, yeah, but hard as concrete -- making a distinct tent as I leaned back. Below the shape of my shaft, my aching balls protruded in a puffy balloon shape. I wasn't trying to show off, as I hooked my knees over the armrests of the chair; I was getting comfortable, about to watch the show. 

Both girls were still in their thongs. Emily crawled onto our huge bed, pushing Kitty onto her butt then her back. Looking over at me with a snicker, Emily panted with a moan, "Oooh, I hope you like watching this, David!" 

Kitty's gorgeous, slanted brown eyes were staring at her playful friend, as she leaned over my wife's petite Asian body and pushed her slender legs open wide -- stretching her thong tightly over her shaved vagina. Emily's eyes soaked in the sight, her opened mouth letting out a satisfied groan, while she bent down, her tongue out, licking Kitty's soft inner thigh near her knee. Slowly, deliberately, Emily licked a wet path up the inside of Kitty's spread-open leg, while Kitty arched her back and deeply moaned, eyes fluttering, feeling the wet tongue and hot breath nearing her aching pussy. "Ohhh, yessss," my wife gasped, spreading even more wide for her new girlfriend. 

Kitty didn't see Emily's hand reaching into her small duffle bag, pulling out her first implement -- a vibrator, just a small roundish egg-shaped toy with an electric cord coming out of it like a tail. At the other end of the cord was the base unit, with batteries and two control switches. Emily snapped the device "on," and the egg thingy started to buzz and shake in her small hand. Giggling, Emily sat upright on her heels, legs spread, squatting below Kitty's body, as the girl from the sex shop held the egg toy in her fingers and started to caress it over Kitty's velvety-smooth inner thighs. Kitty immediately gasped, feeling the buzzing and vibrating on her sensitive inner leg, causing her to peel her knees far her your sides, pushing her hips up to offer her crotch to the toy. 

Emily slipped the vibrating egg's blunt rounded end around Kitty's thighs, in circles, nearing her bald vagina. I could smell my wife's high state of arousal, and I could see the energy my slutty wife had for the girl, as she lay back on our bed. Emily drew the egg near to Kitty's thong, then at the edge, then -- deliberately, delicately -- she moved the vibrating plastic egg over her thong's front panel, over Kitty's mound, directly on top of my wife's throbbing clitty. Kitty's small body shook violently, as her hands shot to the sides and clutched the bedspread. "YESSS!" she screamed, looking down at her new friend and her pretty breasts. Leaning over now, with me staring at her ass from the side, Emily rubbed the vibrating egg against my wife's thong and began teasing her clitoris, applying satisfaction to the aching my wife was feeling down there. 




Me, My Slutwife & Emily



"Ohhh fuckkk!" grunted Kitty, legs so wide open. "Ohhhh fuckk -- yessss!"

The blonde grinned, watching her writhe under the egg, moving the egg now against Kitty's pussy mound through the thong. She had it pressed against the clitoris first, then she moved it down over the puffy pussylips, against my wife's cunthole, letting her feel it vibrate pleasure into her. Kitty's body was wiggling in circles, humping it, masturbating against it, and she suddenly screamed, "YESSSS!" Her first orgasm hit, shaking her, drenching her thong in her own juices. 

Emily teasingly played with the pussy through the flimsy black thong, pleasing it with the vibrating egg, until Kitty was gasping for air. "Fuck me," my super-aroused wife started moaning, "ooooh shit, baby, fuck me, more!" Emily and I saw her hands reach to her thong, she wanted to push it off of herself, strip her cunt to be naked for the girl. Emily relented, sitting her hot ass back on her heels, until Kitty peeled off her thong and tossed it onto the floor somewhere. Now, as she spread open again, my wife were totally nude for her young female lover. 

Looking down her body at her smiling, sexy friend, Kitty moaned exactly what you wanted. "Ohhh, fuck me, pleeeease," she exhaled, showing Emily how wet her slick bald kitty was.

Reaching into her bag of tricks, Emily pulled out her second implement. This was a standard vibrator -- a six-inch shaft, with a metallic tip, a slanted point. The base had the knobs to change its intensity. She set it on "medium," holding the toy against Kitty's clitty, just teasing the clit with the pointy head. My wife's body shook, erotically quaking in small waves, and she began her screams of pleasure. "Ohhh, fuckkk . . . yesss . . . ohhh shit ohhh god . . . ohhh fuckkk . . . fuck yesss . . . ohhh shit baby!" Her arms reaching above her head to grip the headboard as she fucked back against the vibrator on her clitty, her eyes opened to look over at me. "Ohhh it's sooo good . . . I'm sooo fucking wet!" 

Emily beamed with a toothy grin, loving Kitty's reaction, tracing the tip of the vibrating little toy up and down, around Kitty's clit, digging into the pink wet flesh around it. As Kitty shook and grunted, Emily turned the toy up to "medium high" speed, now grinding it hard on the clitty. The sensations were like fire in my wife -- it was almost painful, the firm metal tip driving into her exposed clitty, pressing it, squeezing it against her body, seemingly almost wanting to cut it in half while Kitty ground herself up against it. But the intense pressure and vibrating sensations were intoxicating, my wife couldn't stop her hips from thrashing around, pumping against it, driving herself to even higher levels of pain and enjoyment, her pussy aching for more and more. "Ohhh shit! Ohhh fuckkk! Ohhh yesss fuck yesss!" she yelped, her eyes wincing, her lungs sucking in air, as another orgasm was soon building. "Fuck me, fuckkk! YESSS! -- OHHH YESSSSS!" 

I wanted to cum in my underwear, watching my horny wife have such a great, hard orgasm. The vibrator was driving all over her wet clitty, Emily was expertly rubbing it in circles and against the little pink mound, drawing out the largest orgasm possible. Kitty was already panting hard, even sweating under her armpits. Emily kept the toy panted on Kitty's clitoris until another orgasm exploded through her body -- a smaller one, but still intense -- then Emily slipped the pointy head to Kitty's cunthole, right at the spot. Kitty's eyes opened up wide, realizing she was about to be fucked. "Yessss!" she shrieked, "do it!" Her knees parted even farther to the sides. 

Emily switched the vibrator to "high" now, the vibrator making an ungodly frenetic, loud "bzzzzz" sound, then Kitty drove it hard into Kitty's cunt. She sunk the end of that toy shaft hard against Kitty's hole, and my wife screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUCK YESSSS!" The toy wasn't any larger than my dick, really, but it was so fucking stiff and hard, and even warm from the motor inside. But the intense vibrating was incredible, it shook and drove energy into her pussy like no cock ever could, and with the little machine violently shaking inside her, Emily pressed it again the tightness of her twat, loosening her up, pushing more of the shaft inside. Three inches, four inches. Emily was pumping it back and forth, driving farther into Kitty, bit by bit. Five inches. Five and a half. Now all six inches, shoved inside Kitty's cunt, but dramatically vibrating intensely, spilling electricity throughout her pussy. 

"FUCK YESSSS!" Kittys orgasms were flowing now, so quickly, she was totally unprepared for the amazingly intense onslaught from this little toy. "FUCKKK! YESSSSS! OHHH SHIT! OHHH GOD! OHHH FUCK MEEEE! OHHH YESSS YESSS YESSSS! OHHHH FUCKING SHIT YESSSS! OHHHH MMMMM GAWWD! YESSSS YESSSS! OHHHH FUCK YESSSS!" 

Ever the bisexual, Emily leaned down while shoving the toy inside my wife's cunt, licking juices from the clit and pussylips. Then, after Kitty's latest cum subsided, Emily pulled the toy out and licked off juices my wife's from it. Kitty was temporarily left on the bed gasping, panting, sweating, and laughing. "Ohhh fuck," my wife groaned, "oooh so good, soooo fucking goooood." 

Her new friend made a little sound, like "Hmph," seemingly enjoying Kitty's reaction to her work so far.

Emily wasn't done. The next implement out of her bag of toys wasn't really a pleasure-inducer itself. Emily laughed as she showed it to my wife and me. "Maybe I should have put these on first." It was a pair of furry handcuffs -- with an added feature. The chain connecting the two handcuffs had a second chain attached to it, in a "T" shape. At the bottom of the other chain was a small locking clamp, not meant to cuff a human wrist but to attach firmly and securely to a pole or post or headboard, or even to the chain itself. 

Emily spied our headboard, and deemed it useful for her purposes. She crawled up our bed for a second to attach the second chain around a post in our metal headboard, attaching the chain's clamp to the chain itself, in a loop. It wasn't going to pull away. Then, with Kitty's consent, she wrapped one cuff around one of my wife's small wrists, locking it firmly. Kitty willingly offered her second wrist to Emily, with Kitty now lying on her back with her arms and hands raised above her head. Emily locked up that second wrist too, and now Kitty couldn't move her hands away from the pillows, above her head, as she lay back on the bed. 

Our guest for the evening had free, unfettered access to my wife's nude body. As my wife spread her thighs, her clitty throbbed even more. 

"Mmm, you're really sexy," purred the blonde, gazing at my wife's stretched-out, slender petite body. Emily crawled between Kitty's spread-open thighs, leaning over her pussy, and she stuck out her little pink tongue to begin licking that twat nicely and softly. Sitting in the chair beside the bed, my cock throbbed in my underwear, precum soiling the garment, while I watched the girl lick my hot wife's bald vagina. I stared at Kitty's face, contorted in painful pleasure, her jaw open as she gasped for air. 

After tasting Kitty's cunny for a few minutes, just keeping my wife in a nice state of arousal, the 21-year old slut pulled the next toy out of her bag: a thin, long metal chain, with plastic round spheres along its length, every inch or so. Anal beads, I believed them to be, correctly. 

Emily squatted on her little feet again beneath Kitty's naked ass, reaching her hands down to push my wife's slender legs and knees way, way back, so far that her knees touched the sides of your ribcage. With my wife's married pussy and asshole exposed, the blonde took the beads and raised them, to show them to Kitty. "I love these," Emily giggled, "let me know if you do?" Without waiting, she took the inch-wide ball at the bottom of the chain, and promptly pushed it into Kitty's butthole. The look on my wife's face was priceless -- she wanted to moan, but she sort of yelped instead, a surprised look. With her body straining, her wrists locked above her head, she kept her legs apart while Emily fed the other beads into her asshole, pushing them in one by one -- three, four, five, six beads. I lost count, maybe ten? Filling her asshole, stuffed up inside her. 

"Ohhh fuck," Kitty groaned at the pressure inside her ass, "ohhhhh shit!" 

Then, giggling, Emily took the vibrator again, and snapped it onto "medium high." The bitch knew what she was doing, I figured. The girl held it against Kitty's clitoris a second time, and Kitty's entire little body erupted in pleasure. With the handcuffs stretching her out, keeping her body flat on the bed, and the anal beads filling her ass, the vibrator added to the sexy sensations. "SHIT!" screamed my lusty wife, wincing, almost crying. "FUCK YESSS!" 

Emily ground the vibrator into her clitty, hard, really pressuring and teasing it while the toy buzzed against her sensitive knob. Another orgasm flowed out of Kitty, then another. She was constantly screaming; anyone elsewhere in the house might have thought she were being tortured. "Fuck! Ohh shit fuckkk! Fuckkk! Ohhh god, oh god, ohhh fuckkk! Shiiiit! Ohhh yessss, ohhh fuckkk!" 

I couldn't take it, I had to slide my fist inside my wet underwear. My dick ached heat against my palm. I squeezed it, slowly jerking it inside my underwear, my eyes drinking in the sight of sexy Emily impaling such sexual pleasure into my wife's gorgeous little Asian body. Kitty was in a state that no cock had ever put her in. Not a better state, necessarily, just a very unique one. 

As she drove the vibrator against her clit, Emily's other hand reached for the chain dangling out of Kitty's butthole. Then, pulling it slowly, she removed the beads from my wife's sexy little ass. One by one. As they popped out, Kitty felt the relief of pressure, and the sensations of her ass muscles opening then closing. It was something no cock could ever do to her. Her eyes grew wide, she gasped, moaning, "Ohhh shit yesss!" and, with the vibrator on her clitty and the last few beads leaving her ass, she screamed with yet another orgasm. 

Now almost crying in delight, tears from her straining dripping down her cheeks, Kitty wailed with enthusiasm. "Ohhh shit YESSS, fuck me more, mooore!" Her legs were stiffened, straight out to her sides, offering her pussy and ass to Emily, begging for the insatiably fun fucking to continue. 

Giggling with an evil intent, Emily leaned over her flattened body, holding the beads straight down, guiding it over my wife's face -- to her mouth. "Open, baby," the girl giggled, and Kitty did as asked. Emily then let the lowest bead down into Kitty's mouth, and a couple more beads joined it. Then Emily had Kitty close her lips, sucking the three plastic balls in her mouth -- tasting the flavor of her own ass, where they had just been. Kitty's eyes caught hers as she gazed down at my wife, watching her taste her ass's flavors on the plastic balls. 

After she had Kitty lick clean the rest of the balls, Emily put the beads down and took another toy out of the bag. This was an anal plunger -- a long, diamond-shaped plastic wand with a fat round base. Pointing it at her puckered asshole, she shoved it inside, hard, all at once, drawing a yelp from Kitty. But with Kitty's hands pinned above her head, she was powerless to do anything other than use her assmuscles to squeeze it, hard. 

Now came out the next toy, and this one was a doozy. It was a 12-inch black rubber cock, fat as fuck, bigger than any cock Kitty had ever fucked except for maybe a black guy's dick a year ago. My wife's sexy, slanted eyes grew extremely wide, almost to the point of looking scared, but she emitted the most glowing review. "Ohhh fuck yessss! YESSS!" She kept her legs split wide open, giving herself to the playful blonde. 

Emily giggled, looking back at me over her shoulder now. She saw me fisting my erection slowly, and she didn't seem to mind. "You ready to watch your hot little wife fuck a big black dick?" she laughed. 

It didn't matter what I wanted, but she saw me nod anyway. The girl held the rubbery long dick in her hands, guiding it to Kitty's pussy, and she pushed the rounded bulbous head into that tight bald vagina. "FUCK!" screamed my wife, her back arching more, pushing her achingly hard nipples into the air. Emily began feeding the rubbery toy to my wife's slick, hairless cunt, bit by bit, in and out, pushing ever more, deeper and deeper with each little thrust, prying open her pussylips. "Ohhh fuck yesss! Fuckkk! Fuckkk! Fuck meee! Yesss!" Kitty's eyes were clenched, her ass squirming, her arms even tugging at the metal chain of the handcuffs keeping her body stretched out. "Fuckkk!" 

My eyes grew wide, watching Kitty's vaginal lips spread so far open to take the toy inside her. She was pumping it back and forth, letting herself feel its size, working it in and out. Below, the anal plunger was still stuck in her other hole, so inside her little body the two toys were rubbing together, separated only by thin walls of flesh, giving her that feeling of two cocks in her that she enjoyed so much. Emily fucked her with the dildo while Kitty started having yet more orgasms. "Yesss! Fuck oh god -- YESSSS! FUUUUCK YESSSS! OHHH SHIT! OHHH SHIIIIT YESSSSSS! FUUUUCK!!!" 

Giggling that Kitty had endured enough cums -- maybe two or three -- from the fat black dildo, Emily mercifully pulled it out of Kitty's cunt and reached into her duffle bag to grab another one, a causasian-colored, rubbery one, maybe nine inches long, fat but not a monster. This was more like the dicks of Kitty's boyfriends, like Patrick or Tim perhaps. But on top of the toy's shaft was a series of bumps, almost little fingers sticking upright. This was its magic, making it more effective at inducing pleasure than a live penis could do. As Emily inserted the toy into Kitty's twat, fucking her like a man's cock would feel, these little bumps ground against her clitty just before disappearing into her cunthole. As Emily pumped the toy back and forth, in and out, Kitty felt her clitoris getting rubbed around, teased, pressed, repeatedly. The faster Emily pumped the dildo, the more Kitty's clitty was touched. 

"Fuck! Ohhh fuck! Yesss, ohhh yesss! FUUUUCK!" Kitty was gasping, her eyes dried out, her mouth also dried, as she screamed in delight. "Ohhh shit yessss!" 

The orgasms kept cumming; no counting how many Kitty had now had. Emily pumped the enhanced "white man" dildo in and out of my wife, keeping the anal plunger tight up her butthole too, until Kitty were just screaming with a neverending series of orgasms. The room smelled like her cunt, nothing more; the bedsheets under her small ass were soaking wet, pooling with her juices, literally, making sloppy noises as she thrived in front of her sexy new friend. 

"OHHH FUCK YESSS OH GAWWD YESSSS! FUCKKK! YESSSS!" 

Then, with a sudden change of heart, Kitty pulled the dildo out. She removed the anal plunger. She reached up and released the handcuffs, freeing Kitty's arms. 

Lying her slender body and meaty tits over my wife's prone, thin frame, Emily touched her mouth to Kitty's, kissing her lips, tenderly at first, then with a thrust of her tongue. I watched Emily's hands reach around Kitty; my wife's arms were sore, her nipples so long and hard, and she moaned into Emily's embrace. My penis wanted to cum, watching my gorgeous little wife making out with the hot, long-haired blonde. I resisted that temptation. 

Emily broke the kiss, and leaned up. She giggled down at Kitty's used body, knowing what was going to come next. "Now, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" 

With Kitty's eyes wide in almost fright, wondering how it could be better, Emily pulled out of her bad a 10-inch fat cock, attached to a leathery base and straps. A strap-on. 

"Oh god, baby," Kitty moaned, spreading your sore legs open for her, staring at the motherfucker in Emily's little hands, "yesss, fuck me -- put it on, fuck me with that, make me your little slut!" 

I watched, like Kitty, in awe as the petite blonde expertly put the toy around herself. She pulled the straps between her thighs and around her ass, and snapped them into shape. She'd fitted it earlier, so she didn't need to adjust the straps. As she leaned up on her knees on our marital bed, a 10-inch long, rubbery black cock jutted out of her pelvis, where a male's cock might be. Only this one would, as she said, never get soft, never stop fucking. 

Emily crawled her almost-naked body over Kitty's, her small ass lowering between Kitty's spread-open legs. "Mmm," purred the horny blonde, "yeah, I'm gonna fuck you now!"

Feeling the dildo touching her pussy, Kitty grunted immediately. "Fuck me, bitch, fuck your little slut!" Her slanted eyes were staring up at Emily's round face, hungrily and diffidently, her legs so wide open. Kitty's sore arms stretched out, almost painfully, reaching for the dildo to guide it to her vagina. "Put that big dick in my cunt -- tell me I'm your little slut tonight!"

"Tee-hee, yeah," giggled Emily, as she started to mount my naked, spread-open wife, "you're my little slut now!"

My underwear was off me now, on the floor; I was naked, sitting back on the soft, cushoined easy chair, watching intently as my wife was about to be fucked. I stared at Emily's sexy little ass and perky titties laying on top of my wife, smashing into her, as Emily slipped that fat plastic cock inside Kitty's wet, pink twat. Kitty's body arched even more, and she yelled, "YESSS!" as she reached her hands down to Emily's body. Clutching the blonde's slender hips in her little hands, her thin legs wrapped around Emily's small frame, holding her in tight, as the girl began to fuck my wife. "Ohhh fuckkk! Yesss, ohhh shiiiit, yessss!" 

The little bitch with the hot C-cup tits was fucking my woman, powerfully. It looked so surreal -- this five foot two inch little blonde package, hardly over 23 years old if even that, ramming her little sexy hips back and forth -- and driving a man-size huge cock in and out of Kitty's tight twat. Emily was trying to just fuck but she couldn't stop laughing, gleefully watching Kitty get fucked deep, pressing the toy farther and farther into that slutty married twat, harder. "Fuuuck yesss! Fuckkk, oh fuckkk! Uhnnggghhh! Fuuuuck!" screamed my wife, hands gripping Emily, pulling her small hips forward to slam more of that driving piston inside Kitty's tight cunt. 

I was nearing an orgasm too, my shaft completely lubed by precum. But I didn't want to cum, I was enjoying the feeling of my rock-hard erection having to sit by the side, while Kitty was being fucked beyond belief. So I put my hands to the sides, allowing my painfully erect dick to just throb on my belly, pulsating, leaking. My mouth was dry, I'd been breathing so hard, watching her get fucked. 

Emily held Kitty's hands down now, fingers interlocked with hers, as she humped Kitty, pounding the dildo into Kitty back and forth, over and over, so deep. "You like that, huh?" her girlish voice wailed, almost chuckling, even though she was nearly out of breath while she panted and fucked my wife. "You like that big dick in your cunt?" 

I heard Kitty growl in glee. "Shhhit, yessss!" Then her eyes opened, she stared up at Emily, and with her hands pinned down to the bed besides herself, holding her hands, looking up at the horny girl fucking her. With an intense, almost angry glare, Kitty let out a flurry of nasty thought. "You fucking cunt -- fuck me harder! Make me cum, make your little asian slut cum -- fuck me you bitch!" Then, gathering air, Kitty let out that last loving insult with a burst. "You fucking BITCH!" 

The girl fucking her gave it back. "Yeah -- fucking cunt!" Emily's face grinned ear to ear, as she heard my wife yelp at her. Emily wasn't trying to degrade Kitty, she was just so aroused. Her head dropped down, and she shoved her tongue inside Kitty's mouth. Instantly the two horny females were making out, French kissing, swapping hot breaths and sticky saliva, tongues lapping together, while Emily's ass pumped back and forth and drove that dildo into Kitty's pussy even harder. Kitty was moaning, mouths pressed together, jaws open, her hands down on Emily's small ass, fonding it, pulling the blonde's hips hard into her body, keeping that toy dick filling my wife's sloppy wet cunt.