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Things Change

By: KEaster46



For so many years I never thought of myself as anything but a mother raising three children. Then a few weeks ago that all changed. 

My oldest son Danny joined the Army for a six year enlistment. His twin and younger brother by eighteen minutes David went off to college with my baby Marline seven states away leaving me alone in this big old rambling house. Their father in his wisdom did leave us well prepared for the future when he died. However I had not thought ahead to this day. 

The morning after the last two left I sat sipping coffee all alone in the kitchen. At first I was kind of feeling sorry for myself. But being a full grown adult of forty four I soon saw this as a benefit rather than a draw back. 

First I had given up ten years of my life raising the kids after my husband died. I am young enough to feel as if I still have time for a life. 

Second I still get a few whistles when I get near a group of men. 

Third at forty-four my figure is slim except for my breasts which are over sized. However that has never been look upon as a draw back either. My well turned ankles still get a few looks also. I have not worn my skirts short for a lot of years but that can change too I think. My hair is shoulder length, mousy brown in color but I think that will be changed too. Not blonde, no I think a darker shade of brown. My olive complexion would not do with blonde hair. 

As I sat there I started to think positively about my being alone. Then this crazy idea comes crawling into my little brain. Why not rent out the top floor as two apartments. Mr. Wheeler my long time friend and general repair man has often said it would be easy enough to convert that unused space into a money maker for me. Two three room apartments with a joining bath will bring four hundred dollars in rent each. That is eight hundred a month I can use toward the kids college fund. Well, OK I’ll call Mr. Wheeler today and see what it will take to make apartments out of the rooms up there. 

But first things first I need to clean out those rooms and either put that old junk in the trash or donate it to the church yard sale which is coming up soon. But I knew it was too much of a job for me alone so I needed help. But who can I get. Sure, why not, that is a great idea. God I am alive with great ideas this morning. I call Timothy; Danny best friend and see if he wants to make a few dollars helping me. Timothy is such a nice boy. He has been over here so much I think of him as one of my own. His mother died when he was ten and for the last twelve years he has been a fixture at our home. 


 Timothy did not want to go to college right away. Oh, he is bright enough but his father is sick and Timothy does not want to go off and leave him. I know he works at the local market but I am sure a few extra dollars will help out. I also need to call the beauty shop and make an appointment for my hair color change. 

So now my list has grown to a call to Mr. Wheeler, a call to Timothy and the beauty shop. That should be enough for the first day.

Mr. Wheeler can start next week and the conversion should only take a week to ten days. Timothy will be here in the morning to help and my appointment at the beauty shop is on Friday morning. This gave me all day to spend around the house doing what I have always done clean and straighten up. 

Air conditioning or not I was sweating by ten o’clock. So I jumped in the shower. I was enjoying the warm water and thinking of what kind of tenants I wanted in my apartments. Young, old, single, married couples or what? I smiled as I thought maybe a nice man of my age, handsome, broad shoulders, bright smile and a sexy walk. Kind of a John Wayne swagger. As I thought of maybe a nice single man I let my hand slip down to that furry patch between my legs. I had not masturbated in years but here I was eyes closed, rubbing my clitoris and thinking of the last time I got laid. God that was so long ago. 

I was remembering a time even before I was married a time when I was just a little out of control. I was mad at my parents and so I let Billy Coalman take me out to the pond where all the kids go to swim. Billy is one of those guys that are way ahead of the girls in sexual ways. He was so smart and I was so dumb. 

When he told me I had to suck him till he cum the first time so I would not get pregnant I believed him. Billy had taken a blanket and spread it on the ground under the trees. It was changing to fall so no one was out there swimming. But I still felt a bit uncomfortable being out in the open. Back then I thought Billy had a really big cock but I later found out different. He was only a small average. 

But I did as he asked and took that thing in my mouth till he cum the first time. It tasted salty, but I liked it and thought I was really some thing. I was eighteen and still a virgin so it was time or so I thought. Billy got me on all fours and when he got behind me he did not take any time at all to work it in my virgin pussy. He just lined it up and rammed it in. He hurt me and I thought this is not the way it should be. However after five minutes of him screwing me it started to feel different. I was starting to get a strange feeling something that I had never experienced before. My blood ran faster and my breathing grew deeper. I started to move to meet his every push. I was squeezing my stomach muscles and taking a grip on his cock at the same time. Then I exploded sending a flow of liquid out of me to run down my legs. There was some blood.


 Billy was a jerk but still wise enough not to want to get me pregnant so he pulled out of me before he cum and pushed the head of his cock into my ass. Not far enough to really hurt but just far enough to shoot my ass full of cum. He later told me that was also to keep from having babies. By letting him push into my ass I learned to enjoy anal sex and before I moved on to my next affair Billy was doing my ass as a matter of routine. He liked it; I liked it and no babies. However once I got married my husband never wanted to screw me that way so I never said anything about how I had enjoyed it. 

The next thing I knew I had a finger in my pussy and another in my rear. I screamed just to hear myself scream and cum for the first time in a long time.

An hour later I was dressed in shorts a pair left behind by my daughter and a T-shirt. No bra and no panty lines I walked out to the garage got in the car and headed for that new market across town. 

Don’t ask me what I was doing I am not sure what I was thinking when I entered the store wiggling my ass like a teenager. I noticed several men watching me walk around and a few younger men or boys smiling at me. I was getting a real kick out of this. I wish now I had put on my daughters low cut t-shirt so more of my tits would show. 

I picked up a long fat cucumber slowly rubbing it through my hands. I looked up to see a man standing at the other end of the table. He was smiling at me. I smiled back and rubbed the cucumber along my cheek while licking my lips. I saw a flash of excitement in his eyes and I think he gasped. But only long enough for his wife to grab him by the arm and jerk him away. I stood laughing out loud. “Your going to get him in trouble.” Came a voice behind me. I turned to see a young man, no older than my own sons standing there smiling at me. “It was his own fault for being a dirty old man!” I said. 

A young broad shouldered man approached me smiling. He held out a strong hand which I accepted. He closed his other hand over mine and it was warm and very arousing. I could see the muscles in his arms were rippling under the skin. I looked into deep blue eyes that were bright under long lashes. I am not sure if he moved closer to me or I to him but the next thing I knew we were touching. His hips were pressing me back into the table. I stammer, my voice muttering unintelligible sounds. My heart beating like a rabbit in a trap I pushed passed the young man running from the store. 

I stood shaking with the door handle in my grasp. I started to cry I am such a damn fool sometimes. I do dumb things and just get myself in trouble. That was when I again heard his voice behind me. “Please, don’t do that, don’t cry. I am so sorry if I upset you. I can be such a jack-ass. Again I am sorry.” His voice was so soft and firm. I turned to see him with a deep furrow between his pretty blue eyes. 


 I almost felt sorry for him. I could see he was truly concerned about how I felt. I told him it really was not him it was just a bunch of things that had built up the last few days and I was just letting it all out. He placed a hand on my shoulder and said he wanted to make up for being a jerk. So when he offered to buy me a cup of coffee I accepted. Twenty minutes later we were sitting in a coffee shop. One hour later I was standing in my shower kissing this young man. His cock still hard after making me climax. I was holding it as we kissed. I told him I owed him a climax. He smiled and asked me if I had anything in mind. I told him I was open to suggestions. He said maybe we should return to the bed and talk it over. 

Still dripping he followed close behind me as we jumped back into bed. 

I pushed him over on his back and sat a straddle him at his knees. His hands were at his side so I clasped them in mine and bent slowly down all the while holding his eyes in my gaze. He made some kind of strange sound as my mouth engulfed his long hard cock. “Oh, Baby, I knew you were a fucking cocksucker the moment I saw your mouth.” “Do you like to feel a hard cock in your mouth?” he asked me. 

I looked up and said “Yes.” Then went back to working my mouth up and down his wonderful cock. 

“Baby, do you want to suck me off? Would you like to drink my cum? Tell me you have sucked off a lot of guys. “He was talking as much for himself as he was for me. So I said”Yes, Yes and yes; lots of cocks.” 

He relaxed and let me do my thing. I licked his cock, caressed his balls and fingered his ass hole. As my finger touched his ass he moaned and I knew I had hit a erotic spot. I worked my mouth fasted up and down his cock all the while tickling his ass hole. His balls tightened up and I knew he was about to erupt in my mouth. It made me so excited I started to climax myself. 

The first spurt was hot and sweet as it shot across my tongue. The second was thicker and heavier with a volume increase. I swallowed sucking much of it down my throat. Then as the third shot came up and out of the cock head I rammed a finger up into his ass. He screamed and shot so much cum so fast there was no way I could count how many times it shot into my mouth. But there was sperm every where. It ran from my mouth faster than I could drink it. 

I pulled back and just watched as the thick milky stream dribbled up and out. He reached down and took a grip on his cock to stop it. He lifted his hand to me and I licked the sperm from his hand. 

“Gayle, for an older fucking broad you’re one fine cock sucker and that working pussy damn near drove me crazy. I was wondering how that ass would feel around my cock. I bet you were a great whore way back when.” He said smiling. He was getting very cocky and some what abrasive so I jumped up and sent him on his way and told him not too come back.


 After he was gone I thought “You silly ass he was ready for more. Why the hell did you send him away?” Deep down inside I knew I was not near ready to play the mother roll again. I was feeling many years of lost desires flowing out and I wanted to make up for lost time. But I was tired so after a shower alone I rested. I did not wake till after dark. I was still in need and I knew masturbating would not do. So I dressed in a thin dark dress that clung nicely around my ass. No panty lines and no bra should give anyone that wanted to look a good idea what was under this dress. 

It was a long drive out to the Riverside motel and lounge but if I was going to be a whore I may as well do it away from home. I slipped on to a bar stool at the end of the bar and ordered a drink. It was near ten o’clock and there was a band playing golden oldies. Most of the men were with dates or wives. But there were a few loose ones around. But it was a lady that came up to me first. She was tall about five ten dark haired and lovely to look at. She introduced herself as Honey no last name. I said “Gayle” in response. She pointed at a heavy set older man at a table near the windows telling me that he and she would like to buy me a drink if I wanted to join them. It was her smile that won me over. So I joined them. 

Three drinks later and a couple of dances with Fred and we three retired to a motel room. 

Fred was a well known figure in this part of the state. He was a large trucking owner and well known for being a play boy. Fred was heavy around the waist. But he was easy going always smiling and very well spoken. Honey fixed us drinks and Fred asked me to dance to the piped in music. I did and as we moved around the room I watched Honey “Get comfortable.” She dropped her long gown on the floor and showed a figure that was one to die for. Long tall and slim except for a very generous set of tits. That needed no help in the support department. 

Fred had magic hands and before long my dress was up around my waist and his hands were rubbing my bare ass softly and his erection was rubbing my leg. I was not drunk but I was to that point where I did not care too much what happened. Standing tall in panties and bra Honey came over and cut in so she and I could dance. Fred moved off to one side and quickly dropped his clothing on the floor on top of Honey’s. My dress fell in the center of the floor after Honey helped me pull it off over my head. Honey dropped her bra and panties so we could dance naked. Honey lowered her mouth and we kissed. That was so erotic also the first time in my life I ever kissed a girl with a feeling of passion. I happen to look over at Fred. He was proudly holding a thick long cock with a much enlarged purple head. I thought “How wonderful that cock would feel in my ass. “


 Fred came to us and circled his arms around the two of us. I reached for his cock. Honey’s hand was also looking for it. So we both held it warmly. Fred dropped a hand on each of our asses and caressed us with a grip that told me he was a very strong man. 

Fred laid me down in the center of the bed with he and Honey on either side. Fred kissed me and Honey sucked on a nipple. Fred’s’ hand went between my legs. He found I was already wet to the point of dripping. But it was not Fred’s kisses that were making me aroused no, not at all. No, it was Honey’s kisses on my breasts. I was gripping his very hard cock and still thinking of how it would feel in my ass but I wanted to kiss Honey and I wanted to suckle her breasts. Some how Fred got me up on my side and wiggled behind me. I felt his cock probing for my pussy so I reached back and guided him in the right direction. 

Now facing Honey I lifted my face for her to kiss. My Hands found her thick bush and a wet slit hiding therein. Honey lifted one leg to allow me free access to her charms. Honey reached down so she could feel Fred’s cock in my pussy. She worked her finger tips around the spread lips of my cunt feeling his cock and my pussy at the same time. This was a strange new feeling that was very erotic. 

Honey moved all of a sudden and before I knew what she was doing she was up over my head her pussy inches from my open gasping mouth. Half twisted I felt Fred start to work faster. He had a wonderful cock and I loved every push and withdrawal. But it was Honey’s dripping pussy near my mouth that drove me crazy. 

My fingers parted the thick bush reveling a red wet opening with two long hanging lips on either side. I thought it was the most beautiful pussy in the world. But I closed my eyes as my tongue darted to the entrance of her love tunnel. Fred’s cock swelled to even greater size and I felt a warm splash fill my insides. Fred was cumming in heavy forceful jolts each time he banged into my ass. But I was so engrossed in licking and sucking Honey’s clitoris I did not join Fred even though I was very close. Honey as close also just then she let go with a flow of warm sweet nectar of the Gods. I had never tasted anything so sweet in my life. I drank and licked wanting more of her. But all things come to an end. Fred’s’ cock slipped from my cunt and Honey lifted her pussy off my mouth. Three very sleepy people lay very still each with thoughts of their own. My thoughts were that I wanted more. I wanted Fred to fuck me again and I wanted Honey to lick me and, and, and, Oh it was just too much to fast and I fell asleep dreaming of wild sex parties with cocks in every opening and pussies in front of me to lick and kiss. 

I woke slowly to find Fred dressed and Honey coming out of the shower. I was naked on the bed were I fell asleep. All of a sudden I was embarrassed. I pulled the sheet up over me. 


 It was near two AM when I pulled into the drive. I wondered what the hell I was doing. Had I become a sex thing or just a common whore? I ran in the house jumped in the shower and took two sleeping pills and hid under the covers.

I was deep in a hole trying to stay there. But something was pulling me up. I did not want to wake, I liked being where I was. But as my eyes worked open I looked up into the face of my son’s friend Timothy. “Mrs. D. are you alright?” He was holding me by the shoulders. He had pulled me up to a sitting position. I was still naked and my breasts were bouncing from him shaking me. I pushed him away and asked “What the hell is going on?” Timothy stood there looking at me with his mouth open. “You were, well you did not answer the door and I got worried about you.” He told me. 

Then I remembered last night, the booze, the lovely girl and getting well fucked. But it was the girl that made me feel, well I felt a deep arousing erotic excitement whenever I thought of Homey. I fell back on the bed remembering Honey sweet pussy. My eyes were closed and I reached down to feel my own tingling clitoris. I had licked Honey’s cunt and she had rewarded me with a flood of sweet juices. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth as I remembered how it felt to have my tongue in her. It really was so wonderful to have a thick cock in my pussy as I licked her sweet juicy cunt. My fingers entered my pussy and I was hot all over again. What brought me back to the land of the living I don’t know but I jerked awake again and sat up. 

Timothy was standing there with his cock in hand. He was playing with himself as I had just been doing. My eyes focused on a very large round pointed cock head. Half of his cock was head. It was not as long as some I have seen. But the head was like a large mushroom. Like the ones that pop up in my yard after a rain. 

Timothy said “Don’t stop Mrs. D. Please do it so I can watch.” 

I was surprised and yet not at all embarrassed at Timothy standing there watching me. I closed my eyes and returned my fingers to my wet pussy. Visions filled my head and I saw Sweet Honey, her raven hair, her dark eyes and the ruby red mouth. I felt her kisses and I tasted her as I worked my fingers wildly in my cunt. I felt my climax start down low and work it’ s way up I arched my back pressing my heels into the bed lifting my ass clear off the sheets. I gasped and was taking large gulps of air into my lungs as I felt the fluid flow from me wetting my hand and the bed. 

As I reached a high point I felt the bed jiggle and a warm soft something touch my mouth. I opened my eyes to see Timothy leaning over me with his cock head at my mouth. He was still jerking on the shaft and I could tell he was about to cum.


 I did not think I only reacted. I put both hands around his ass and pulled him into me. The large cock head popped as it entered my open mouth. The cock head went all the way to the back of my throat and there it exploded raining red hot molten lave down my throat. Timothy did not jerk as most men would have. He just strained and let his cock pump the sweet nectar out of his balls up his cock and into my mouth. I held his ass in my hands forcing his cock deep into my mouth. I could not swallow because of the large head pressed to my throat. But the sweet cum was still being forced down my throat. 


Things Change



Something happened to me about 11 months after my wedding day. No, I didn't get pregnant. Let's see, where should I begin? Oh, I know. Look, I don't want to bore you with the details of my wedding and honeymoon. Mainly because I look back and I do not see where it was all that great. 

Now, maybe, if I did share a little you will understand why I say that now. My husband and I were both virgins. I had just turned 19 and Peter was 20. Oh, we messed around but we never went all the way, and we both wanted our wedding night to be that special, so we went to the altar never having made love. 

Until my wedding night, the only time I experienced a climax was by my own hands. I say that so you understand why I did not know what making love was all about and that I could achieve a climax by doing it, (making love.) Let me just say that while we were both ready and excited, Peter was more ready than I was and he came so fast it surprised both of us. 

Now I had heard that sometimes happens once in awhile. My problem was that is always happened to Peter and that meant that I still never experienced anything close to a climax making love with him. Hell, for that matter, I can't honestly say we actually made love. I mean, don't you have to at least receive two or more strokes into yourself to call it making love? (Or even fucking?) 

I will have to admit that I was disappointed (to say the least). I now know that it was because of my/our lack of sexual experience and of course my desires at this point in my life. To be honest with you, I did crave my climaxes, but the only way I was able to get them was to masturbate, even though Peter would get on me every night and get his rocks off. We have different sleep cycles, and by that I mean I go to bed early 9:30-10 p.m., while he would get up and go play his games on the computer. I would wait for him to leave the bedroom and then I would always masturbate under the sheets, holding my moans down so he would not know he left me hanging.

Now I did not have a job those first 11 months so I was always at home. I always waited until around noon and, after my lunch, I would lie on our bed and make wanton love to myself. 

Look, I do not want to come across as if I was unhappy, I was very happy with Peter and my life. I loved Peter, and everything in our lives other than our sex life was just perfect. 

Well, one day, after one of my private sex sessions, I thought about going into the office and trying to play one of Peter's games on the computer. 

I figured since he was on it every night he saved the games in his "favorites." He did not have many sites listed, maybe 10 or 11. I did not recognize any of the game names, but I one called "other" caught my eye. I opened it and it had a lot of sex sites listed! Now, I never in my past looked at anything sexual on my computer before I got married. There was one that interested me in looking further, it was one called "Storiesonline.net." Now I have always liked reading and I never knew I could read books online. (I guess I am admitting that I did not get online all that much before I was married, aren't I?)

Anyway, I clicked onto the stories online site and discovered that it was almost all sex stories. When I was younger I had read some steamy romance novels but nothing as racy as what I had found at that site.

I saw that Peter had a membership and he had his computer set up to automatically sign in when he clicked on the site, so I was in under his name. I clicked around and found that he had his own library, so I began reading the stories that he had saved. 

I was shocked. I mean, shocked to the bone. He liked reading stories of married women who had sex with other men. He liked stories of gangbangs. He had a lot of stories saved of lesbians. 

I was at it all afternoon and masturbated almost all day while I read the stories. The thing is, after that one day, I became hooked, I read stories all day long and I went to another one of his saved sites called literotica.com. I found that of the two sites, one was more reserved and the other was not.

After about three months I was thinking of sex more than anything else in my life. When I came to that realization, I decided I had to get a job. Oh, we did not need the money; I just needed to break this nasty sexual life that I was cycling in every day. 

Peter did not argue when I told him I was going to get a job. He thought it would be good for me to get out of the house. I went to the newspaper and began my job search. I went all over town filling out applications, and it did not take long to get callbacks. I finally found a great job working for ... hmmmm, I better not say who I ended up working for, I mean, after all, it doesn't really matter.

I went to work and after my training period I was assigned to a section of the company that had to have a woman in order to comply with some sort of sex-discrimination regulations. I was the first woman ever to work in that kind of position or even in that section. I was given my own cubicle and I did my work. In an office of nine men and my boss. 

One of the things that I signed as a new employee was that I agreed not to use any company-owned property for personal use. That meant I had to agree not to use the computer at my desk for anything other than my work. They did that because we were all on the Internet. Well, after a while I found that I was always caught up, and I had time on my hands. Well, yeah, I soon tried to see if I could go to the Web sites I used to go to every day at home to see if I could get on them from my office. I discovered within a few clicks that I could go to any of my sites. So, being the clever girl that I am, I decided it would be best to quickly jump in, then download a story or two, save it to a hidden file I put on my computer (or so I thought it was hidden.) so I could read them at a later date and time. And, of course, I checked my other regular sites (100% library and thumbs.com and Hardcore Junkie.com) that I had found that were great sites for nasty pictures. 

Over time at home reading the stories of women who have great orgasms when they had sex with dildos, cucumbers, zucchini and the like, I found I wanted to have that kind of feeling. I knew Peter would never give me pleasure like that, so I used cucumbers and zucchini just about every day and, yes, I did have wonderful, mind-blowing climaxes with them. You might even say that I became fixated on masturbation since that was the only way I achieved sexual satisfaction.

Well, as I said, I decided to download things like that from my office computer, and when I had time on my hands I would read a bit, look at women using toys to have sex with and after a while reading, I would get so worked up that I had no choice but to go to the ladies' restroom, get into a stall so I could get relief. Some days I even brought a nice vegetable with me and used it getting off.

Like my husband I really got hooked on those gangbang stories. One type of story that really would make me hot as hell, was when I discovered the different stories of women being forced to have sex by their bosses or they would lose their jobs. Worse yet, they would get blackmailed into becoming the company whore. 

About four months into my job and two months after I began reading and hiding my porn on my computer, I walked back to my cubicle and I discovered my section boss, Mr. Case, sitting at my desk. He was using my mouse clicking through picture after picture that I thought I had so cleverly concealed. I had downloaded some pretty nasty stuff -- pictures of women using toys and vegetables; women with two men; women with three men, sucking a cock as she had a man in her ass and another in her pussy; and, of course, pictures of women with women. 

Mr. Case noticed me standing in the opening and told me to sit. (I had a chair next to my desk facing my chair for clients to sit as I interviewed them.)

I have no idea what I looked like, I felt sick to my stomach as Mr. Case kept clicking and clicking. He made a statement (I did not take it as a question anyway), "Hmmmm, I see that you like some very nasty, filthy pictures, don't you."

I hung my head in shame, then I guess he came across my hidden stories because he then said, "It looks like you enjoy stories of gangbangs and even sex in the office place."

After about 20 to 25 minutes he stopped clicking the mouse, moved around in my chair and, reaching down, adjusted his crotch, making it very obvious as to what he was doing. 

He looked at me and asked, "You are aware that this is grounds for dismissal aren't you, Linda?"

I looked at him and -- look, I'll be honest here: I was two things at the same time. I was as excited as I have ever been in my whole life and I was also embarrassed like I have never been in my life. I knew he could fire me and I could not say anything in my own defense. I was as wrong as I could be. 

Mr. Case had discovered something about me that my own husband did not have any idea about. Mr. Case discovered that I enjoy reading filthy stories and that I like looking at nasty pictures. I knew that in Peter's eyes I was nothing like that. Mr. Case stood up right in front of me; he again reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. It was then that I saw just how big his package was. It was straining against his fly and it looked like it was huge. He took his time adjusting himself. 

Then he said, "Let's go to my office. I need to figure out what I am going to do with you."

I stood and followed him to his office; I was going nuts trying to understand what I was in for. Almost every day I would masturbate, fantasizing about things like this, and yet I did not want to really do anything. I loved Peter and I felt if I got fired over this, I could always go get another job, but what would I do if by some chance Mr. Case decided he wants to take me? What do I do? How do I respond? Do I get mad and stomp out of his office? Should I not even follow him and go get my purse and just go home?

But I followed along, and as we entered his office, he closed the door and closed his mini-blinds. We were alone; Mr. Case walked to the front of his desk and sort of leaned his ass against it as he gestured to one of the two chairs in front of his desk, telling me to have a seat.

I sat down in the chair directly in front of him; my eyes were level with his crotch. I could hear him talking and all I heard was words; I really wasn't making any sense of what he was saying, I just stared at his hard dick pushing against his pants. I remember watching his right hand move to his crotch as he spoke and he gave his cock a nice squeeze, then he dropped his hand. Moments later, he did it again. That next time, instead of dropping his hand when he let go of himself, he began to slowly unzip his pants. I watched as he undid his belt and then worked his cock free, right in front of my face. 

I realized that he had stopped talking and he just stood there with his big dick hard as a fucking rock inches from my face. He put his hand around his dick and began stroking himself as he moved even closer to me. I don't honestly know if he came to me all the way or if I leaned forward to him. I do remember opening my mouth as I watched the head of his cock come to me. 

Now, I guess I should tell you that the one thing I really love doing with my husband is sucking his cock. The times that I do suck my husband's dick, I jerk it as I suck him. With my other hand I like to masturbate myself. I can do it without him even noticing I am giving myself pleasure and, to be honest, I don't think he even cares. Heck, it is always good for him, and needless to say, it is good for me. So now you understand that sucking cock gives me pleasure and that isn't even taking into account the fact that I also get joy from simply knowing that I my mouth is giving pleasure. 

As Mr. Case inserted his dick into my mouth, I reached for it with my right hand and I took hold of it so I could stroke it as I sucked. Without thinking, I brought my left hand to myself under my dress and began experiencing the pleasure I loved so much. 

With Peter, he can last longer when I give him head, maybe three or four minutes, than when he's fucking me. Time enough for me to have a climax. But Mr. Case was moaning and as he held the top of my head with his hands he kept telling me what a wonderful cocksucker I was and how much he liked my mouth sucking his cock. I came right away and then again. I was beginning to achieve a milestone in my life -- having a third climax -- when Mr. Case ejaculated in my mouth.

I have always liked the feel of sperm in my mouth, and I love the way it feels going down my throat. As my boss began coming in my mouth, I went nuts. I jerked hard and fast on his cock as I worked my head up and down his shaft. My other hand was taking me over the climax edge at the very same time and never in my whole life had I ever experienced anything so wonderful.

After Peter comes in my mouth, and pulls away; Mr. Case gently held the top of my head as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my face, as I held onto him. He went a little soft but he did not want to stop and I sure as hell didn't. We both moaned as I kept making love to his cock with my mouth. I had never been so fucking wet between my legs as I was that day. I could hear my hand making noises as I worked my fingers in and out of my hole. It sounded nasty and that in itself was a big turn-on. 

After a bit, Mr. Case was hard again and he pulled back. He did not say a word, he just took my hand and I rose up, as he wanted me to stand. He directed me to the front of his desk. I knew what I wanted and I knew what he wanted. I leaned forward on to his desk, I felt him raise the back of my dress onto my back, I spread my feet apart, waiting to feel that cock of his inside of me. 

I felt the head of it at my opening and I closed my eyes as I felt him slowly push inside. Peter flashed through my mind and I wondered if my boss was going to be like him: give it a push in, leave his sperm and pull out. I felt one difference right away; my boss was much larger than Peter. I never felt full when my husband's Peter (Peter's "peter"... get it?) went inside me. (I am smiling as I type that ... Peters "peter.")

I felt stuffed and what really surprised me the most was, when Mr. Case began fucking me, he was deep inside and I do mean DEEP! He began pulling all the way out and slowly pushing all the way back inside. Then he repeated the process. 

All those times reading my sex stories I never heard of doing it like that. In the past I had tried many different things with my vegetables, I even tried two at a time filling both of my bottom holes at the same time. But this, oh my God, this was wonderful. Being empty one moment and then stuffed completely full the next. It did not take long for me to get to yet another climax and this time, this time it was going to happen while I was being fucked and I was not rubbing my clit. I was going to have a climax from fucking! I felt it build and it built fast.

I began to pray out loud, "Don't let him stop, oh God, don't let him stop, please don't let him stop, I want to feel it, I have to feel it." I remember when it hit me for the very first time in my life. I had a living cock ramming in and out of me, getting ready to give me its seed, and I wanted it, I fucking wanted it bad. As my boss began to pound into me harder and faster I came, I remember screaming out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH JESUS, OH MY GOD, FUCK ME, MAKE ME COME, MAKE ME COME!"

I lost it, I came and I came hard, but Mr. Case never stopped. I heard a commotion behind me and a slight draft on my exposed legs as he kept fucking me and I rode out my climax. It seemed as if I was never going to stop having that feeling he was giving me and I did not want it to stop. I felt him take hold of my hips and he went as deep as he could, I felt him give me his seed and he pulled out. I stayed there relaxing in the moment. I felt movement as I felt him back out of my opening.

I felt him move away from me and I just laid there bent over his desk with my eyes closed. I felt him move in behind me again, and then I felt as he pushed back inside. This time he felt like he was a little smaller, he also seemed a little longer this time, and then it hit me. It wasn't Mr. Case! It was someone else. I opened my eyes to see Mr. Case stand on the backside of the desk approaching my face with his cum-dripping cock. I knew what he wanted and I opened my mouth to take him. 

I heard the man fucking me say to my boss, "I don't fucking believe this, you got her to fuck us all. Charlie, you son of a bitch, I'm buying the drinks tonight." He kept fucking me as he spoke to my boss. I opened my eyes and I saw Mr. Case's office was full of the men I worked with. I knew at that moment I was going to live out one of my many nasty, filthy fantasies. 

As they took turns fucking me from behind they called me names and they worked the top of my dress down so they could play with my breasts as well. I closed my eyes and took in every moment that I could, I did not want to forget one tiny moment of this sex going on. I figured if this was my last day working for (oops, I almost told you, didn't I?), I may as well go out with a bang, enjoying it to the fullest. 

I could smell the aroma of sperm in the air. As each guy would finish fucking me and depositing his sperm inside. Then they would move around in front of me of so I could clean them off and suck them hard again. 

My mind was going crazy with lust because I had masturbated months fantasizing about doing something this nasty. I had climaxed so many times about being taken against my will. Having men just fuck me over and over, then make me suck them hard again so they could fuck me some more. I know, I know, I am a very sick woman. Hell, here I was a 19 year young wife living out one of my sick sex dreams and God forgive me, loving every moment of it. 

In a way, I was a little disappointed because in all the stories I had read (well, almost all of them), the men fucked the girl in her pussy and her asshole. I expected that to happen and it did not. I honestly do not know if I was happy about that or not. I had never experienced it (being fucked in my ass), but I knew I wanted to try it. I knew how wonderful it felt when I used two cucumbers, fucking myself with them, one in each hole. I realized only when I felt the back of my dress get pulled down that it was over and no one had taken me there. 

Mr. Case helped me get up from his desk and I sat down. I put my breasts back in my dress, and I sat there, trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened. I found my shoes (they had come off) and when I bent forward to put one on I let a lot of air out from my bottom (all right, my pussy!). And you know what? That embarrassed me. Yep, farting out of my pussy made me blush. Sucking and fucking my ten co-workers did not embarrass me. Farting with my cunt embarrassed me. How fucked up is that?

My hair was a mess. I was wet between my legs from all the sperm. I was sore down there and my jaw hurt. Mr. Case sat down and asked me, "Well, my dear, was it what you had hoped for and expected?" 

I looked at him, trying to figure out how he thought that or why he even asked such a question. I must have looked as puzzled as I felt. 

He said, "Come now, Linda, didn't you think it odd that a busy company like this one would be so busy everywhere but your cubicle? Didn't you think it rather odd to have all that time on your hands so you could read your porn and look at your pictures? When I farmed out your work to the boys, they all knew why they had to pick up your slack, and I told them you would reward them for it. And you just did. 




Things Change



"Now the ball is in your court, honey. What do you have in mind to do? Are you going to scream rape and try to charge sexual harassment? Before you even think of doing that, look over there."

He pointed over to a camera on a tripod facing me. He said, "It caught every word coming from you as you begged all of us to keep fucking you and how demanding you got, wanting to suck another and another cock. You may have a hard time crying rape."

I looked at him and thought, "Just like the stories, they get the girl, they fuck the girl, they record the girl and they blackmail the girl." I smiled to myself inside and decided to play it the way he expected me to. I said to him, "Oh, please, please, Mr. Case, don't show that to anyone. I won't cry rape, I'll do anything, anything you want, just don't show that to my husband. I'll work hard, I'll make you happy, but please don't show that to anyone."

I saw a huge smile come across my boss's face like he had me. I dropped my head and put my face in my hands. I faked as if I was crying and I kept begging him, and telling him I would do anything he wanted any time and any place. He walked over to me, patted my head and said, "Go get cleaned up, dear. It is quitting time, and we'll talk more about this tomorrow. Oh, I hope you are on the pill because you are going to be fucking your brains out from now on here at work. Don't you worry your pretty little head about us telling your hubby. This is just between you and us boys here at the office. You are going to be our own little den mother taking care of us boys. 

"From now on, I want you to come to work and the only assignment you have is to keep reading your stories and looking at your pretty pictures. The boys will keep doing your work and you will be giving them their rewards for doing it, won't you, dear? Now you do know what I mean by that, don't you, dear?"

I looked up at him with my puppy dog eyes and sniffled as I said, "Do you mean I can just read and be myself, masturbating, and you and the boys are going to use me, fucking me and making me suck your cocks? That if I do anything you and they want you will not show my husband that video of me doing a gangbang and loving it and loving every inch you boys gave me? God, Mr. Case, yes, I understand and like I said, I'll do anything, anything at all, just don't show my husband that tape."

My boss took my hand and I stood up. My legs were still a bit shaky but I managed to walk to the restroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was a mess. I had sperm in my hair and the sperm was flowing out of my cunt like it had no end. Knowing that brought yet another fantasy of mine to mind. I had discovered that Peter liked reading about men who ate their wife's cream pies. What got me so perplexed was Peter would never ever go down on me. He wanted his dick sucked but eating my pussy was, in his words, "sick."

I stood there looking at myself, part of me was excited that I had actually just did one of my many fantasies. The other part of me was yelling and screaming at myself for betraying my husband. He did not deserve a wife that would not only allow herself to get put in a situation like I had, but to enjoy it as much as I had. Now that is fucking sick. 

I told myself that it did not matter if my Peter did not know how to control himself when we make love. Just because he could not make me climax was no reason for me to desire other men who could and did to make me climax by fucking me. 

Just because Peter's interest was reading about wives who get off fucking other men did not mean that he wanted me to be that way. Just because he would get out of our bed after making love and then go to the office and read his stories and jerk his cock off did not mean I had the right to be used like I was. 

He would fuck me, go sit in front of the computer read about eating women who had fucked lots of men and then he would jerk off while all the time telling me that I was sick for wanting him to eat my pussy. While I know that is so wrong it doesn't give me the right to want to be bad. 

I lifted the front of my dress and I looked at myself in the mirror. My bottom was an absolute mess -- I had wet and dried sperm all over my pussy lips. I was glad I never allowed myself to grow any hair or it would be caked in sperm. I ran my fingers through my lips and my hole had closed by then. I dropped my dress, washed my face and decided to leave my bottom alone. I wondered just how long whatever was left inside of me would stay inside of me. 

I had a very wicked, very nasty thought: Would Peter even notice if I was a mess like this tonight? What would he do if he discovered I was crusted with sperm and that I had sperm oozing out of me? Would he say anything? Would he be mad? Would it break up our marriage? Would it turn him on? Would it make him want to have sex with me?

All of a sudden, I was slipping back into my sexy, horny mode, wondering what, if anything, I could do to get my husband to want to do those things he read about as he jerked off to all the time at night.

There was no question in my mind that he desired a slut for a wife, I knew that before we got married. But did he? I say that because of the clothes he always asked me to wear. Clothes that only a whore wanting to fuck lots of boys would dress in. The times I would kneel in front of him and he would talk nasty as hell calling me his slut, his whore, even though neither of us had ever had sex.

Maybe that is why our sex was so bad; maybe he did that to me on purpose, driving me to become something I wasn't. No, no way was that possible, was it? No, it couldn't be, could it? I stood there puzzled as to what I should do and trying to figure out how Peter would react. Look, I didn't want to hurt the man I loved. 

Yes, I said I loved him. Peter was my life and I wanted to be with no other man but him outside of sex. But as I had just learned, when it came to sex, it would appear that any man fucking me could make me climax and climax very hard. Well, any man other than my husband, that is.

I looked at myself and said to the woman in the mirror. "Well, my dear, we are going to find out tonight. It is going to make this marriage better or break it. You know what he likes and you know what turns your man on, so tonight will be your turning point."

I fixed my lipstick, my hair and my dress, and I walked out to leave. Jack was still there and he came to me and said, "Look, Linda, I'm sorry for what I did, I really am, look let me buy you dinner."

He handed me some bills and stuffed them in my hand, he said, "Take your husband out tonight and try to put this past you." I looked in my hand and I had two $100 bills in it. 

I looked at him and said, "Thank you, Jack, I just may take Peter out. This is going to be a big night for us, and don't fret about what happened earlier. I think I wanted it as bad as you boys did. I'll keep your money and anytime you feel the need to give me money to ease your conscience, I'll take it as well. Mr. Case has already fixed it so I will be doing anything you nasty boys want me to do, so I'll see you tomorrow." 

I walked past him and got into the open elevator.

My mind was racing, and now that Jack gave me that $200 I pulled out my cell phone and called Peter. I told him that I had received a bonus and I asked him if he would like to go out to dinner and a drink or two. Peter actually sounded excited when I asked. He agreed and I told him to meet me at the Shanty Shack on Fourth and State streets at 5:30.

I had a thought but, to be honest, I had not worked it all out in my mind yet. I remembered how many of the stories that Peter had in his library about a couple going to a bar, the woman would dance and turn on men, then have sex with them there at the club someplace. Most of the time, in the bathroom or a storeroom or on a pool table. They would then go home and the woman would have the husband clean her out with his mouth. 

Many of the stories had the woman doing it with black men that were huge or had monster dicks. And the husbands always had small dicks or tiny ones. The women controlled the husbands, dominating them to do whatever they wanted. Some of the crap they made their husbands do was really sick, way beyond anything I'd even bring up here. 

I drove over and parked in the parking structure. I walked into the place and it was very busy. I knew that the place was a hip bar and restaurant. I also knew that many people from my company went there after work. I saw a stool at the bar open up, so I took it before someone else could. I was not there one minute before a man stood next to me and said, "May I buy you a drink, honey?" I looked at him knowing that my husband would be arriving in about ten minutes or so and said, "Sure, you can just as long as you dance with me later. I get horny as hell dancing. Would you save this seat for me? I need to go to the ladies' room. I'll be right back. I am drinking a vodka martini." 

I knew that I was really on dangerous ground. I wanted to wipe the crusted sperm off me just in case anyone I met would want to touched me down there tonight. I had pretty much decided to give Peter a chance to watch his wife do the very things that he read about. I just knew that when that night was over Peter would either love me more or hate me. 

I have to say that at that point in my life I had to have it one way or the other. I was tired of not having a sexual marriage. We were going to have sex in our life and our marriage on way or another. Now you already know that I was not about to let it continue the way I had been going. Earlier that day, I found out that climaxing while a man is fucking you is out of this fucking world. As much as I love masturbating and using things to fuck myself, nothing is better than climaxing with a hard cock deep inside of you, squirting its sperm.

I wet a paper towel, went into a stall, peed and cleaned myself, getting rid of all the crusted sperm on me. I wiped the insides of my thighs that had lines of crusted sperm on them. I went back to the bar and claimed my seat and toasted the man who bought me the drink. I sat down and he stood next to me. As I sat he put his hand on my left leg raising his glass of beer he said, "A toast to dancing, may it give you the feeling you crave and hopefully the sex you are seeking!"

I raised my glass and after we tipped our glasses, I sipped and said to him as his hand was halfway up my thigh, "That was a pretty bold toast. What's on your mind tonight?" 

As I said those words I felt his fingers reach his goal. He answered, "I think the same as yours, honey. I see you are sopping wet, and you are already hot, aren't you, honey?" I leaned into him and said, "Oh, yeah, you know it, but I'm going to have some drinks, dance a little have dinner with my husband and go home and fuck his brains out." 

The man tensed and said, "Your husband, is he here? Are you one of those freaky couples who go out, act nasty, tease men, then go home and do it?" I took a drink and said, "I don't think so. I never did this before. I think he wants to watch me act like a slut. I even think he would get off watching men paw me like you are doing. Oh, don't stop, that feels good and if you keep it up, I am close to coming. Yeah, that's it. nice and deep. work that clit." 

I moaned and said, "This is an experiment and if you are lucky, you may get some of that before you leave and before my dinner." He was leaning into me and I put down my drink, then I reached between us to his crotch. I felt his hard cock and I worked it as he finger-fucked my pussy. 

He said in my ear, "I could fuck you right here on the bar if it wouldn't get us thrown in jail." I looked around the room and I saw Peter, he had a pitcher of beer in front of him and a half glass in his hand, he looked at him and our eyes met. I turned my head to the stranger and I put my mouth on his, I sucked in his tongue and he mine. He worked my clit until I came hard. I jerked his cock through his pants and as I came I squeezed it hard. Our mouths never broke our kiss. I felt myself coming down from my climax. 

I thought that with what we had just done had caught the eyes of everyone in the place. I looked around and nothing had changed, no one was looking at us except my husband. His glass was now full and the pitcher was now half empty. He raised his glass at me and I said the stranger, "Take me to the men's room and fuck me." 

He said, "What about dancing first?" I looked at him holding his cock, I said, "Look, I don't have much time before he gets here. If you want to fuck me, let's do it now. If not, get away from me so I can find a man that will."

He said as he pulled his hand from under my dress, "Let's do it, baby, fuck the dancing." I smiled at him, taking his hand and said, "Oh no, buddy, fuck me first, then you can do the dancing later."

I walked first, leading him as we walked right by my husband. I smiled and kept walking. I did not turn around to see what Peter did. I walked to the back hallway and straight to the door marked "men." The stranger held my hand and was right behind me. There was a man in there washing his hands; I walked to an open stall, stepped in and bent over the stool as he raised the back of my dress. We did not close the stall door and he began fucking me hard and fast. I reached under my dress and began working my clit as he fucked me. I came hard and I let him as well as the man who had been washing his hands know that I loved every fucking moment of his cock in me. 

He came and before I knew it or could stand up, he zipped his pants and almost ran out of there. I heard another zipper and a man say. "Here's another one for you, cunt!" He slid in me and began fucking. I never stopped rubbing my clit and I was coming by his second stroke. He called me a fucking slut and a cheap whore, he fucked me fast and it seemed like he was never going to come. I had three climaxes while he fucked me. 

I was lost in my pleasure do I barely heard him asking me if I liked being fucked by strangers. I moaned "yes," as he kept pounding me. I heard him ask me if I wanted another man, he said there was another buy waiting to fuck me. I told him "yes" he came hard and he leaned over me and said into my ear, "I'll be at the table waiting for you. You promised me dinner, take your time, I'll wait." 

I turned my head and it was Peter, It was Peter! My God, it was my husband who had just fucked me in the men's room, asking me if I wanted to do the next man behind him. I felt him pull back and he said out loud to whatever men were in there, "Now there is one hot fucking slut. Just line up. Boys. the bitch is hot and wants more cock. I don't think the bitch can ever get enough." 

I heard his voice fade as he walked out and another man replaced my husband and then another and another. I had eight men fuck me in the men's room. My legs began to hurt as well as my lower back. I pushed myself up and dropped the back of my dress. There was one more man waiting to fuck me and he was begging for me to stay. He offered me, $100, then $200, and finally $300 if I would fuck or suck him. 

I looked at him and said, "Sorry, honey, my husband is waiting for me at the table. I need to get back before he gets suspicious and comes in here." I walked out and I was glad the music was so loud as it covered the air escaping from my pussy as I walked. It sounded as if I were farting with every step as I walked. 

I saw Peter at the table, I had a martini waiting and he had his beer. I sat down, looking at him. waiting for some kind of reaction -- good, bad, mad or something to tell me what he was feeling. He had a strange look on his face and I remembered that this was the same man who in bed never gives me two strokes before climaxing, yet in the men's room he fucked me for so long I had three climaxes with him in me, fucking me hard and wild.

I picked up my drink and said to him, "Here is to a nice dinner, and when we get home, I have a lovely cream pie just for you to eat. I made it myself a while ago. You do know you are going to eat the cream pie I made for you, don't you, dear?"

The look on his face I could never remember seeing, I just knew that I had pushed it way too far. I just knew he was about to explode and I was thankful I was in a public place if he did. But he raised his glass and said, "I always wanted to eat one of those. Tonight may be the perfect night. I guess it would all depend on how you think I should eat it."

I smiled and looked into his eyes and said, "You are going to eat it on your back and you will get every bit of cream from it before you get anything else from me, and this is the first of many, many pies you will be cleaning up from."

I watched as he squirmed in his seat. He raised his glass and said, "Of many!" and we touched our glasses and drank. From that moment on, nothing was said about anything sexual. I had a steak, Peter had fish, we talked about our friends and when the lady brought us our check I said, "Honey, I'm going to grab just one more thing from the restroom. I won't be too long. I want everything to be real special for you tonight, and I'm not so sure I have everything I need."

I did not wait for any kind of response; I got up and walked into the men's room again. I saw two men pissing. I said as I walked into one of the open stalls, "If you boys are quick about it, I have a very hot, wet pussy that needs some more cock!"

I leaned forward over the stool, lifted the back of my dress and as I did one of the men was already there, shoving his cock in me. He pumped a few times and came. The next man took longer, and, in fact, took long enough for other men to come in and they then fucked me. They all called me nasty names and that just turned me on more. About the fourth man who fucked me was taking a lot of time, and he began talking about how weak my husband must be to allow me to get gangbanged like this. He said, "I bet you husband has a tiny dick and the only satisfaction you get is fucking strangers." 

The more he talked the closer I listened, and I turned to look at him and it was, as I thought, Peter. I said loud enough for all the men there to hear, "He's a fucking wimp, he can't fuck me, he can't make me come. I have to masturbate or fuck men like you anyplace I can. He's out there right now waiting for me. Fuck me hard; make me come like he never could. Do me real good and tomorrow I'll let you fuck me in my asshole if you want." 

Peter moaned and held me tight as he came in me. I climaxed at the same time and I have to tell you, I fucking loved it! This little game was driving me crazy with lust and love for my husband. He pulled out and said, "I'll be here tomorrow night and I expect to fuck that ass of yours after work. I'll bring some friends if you want, bitch?" I looked at him and said, "I'll fuck any man who wants this pussy or ass. Bring all your fucking friends, you asshole." 

I felt a dick rubbing up and down my oozing opening and then I felt it at my asshole as a man said, "I ain't waiting for tomorrow night, bitch, I'm getting that ass now." He pushed in as I pushed back. It hurt like hell for a moment, then it began to feel better than any cucumber I ever put in my ass. He kept fucking me and finally came. Two others fucked me (in my pussy) and I had to almost fight my way out of the men's room. I walked to the table where Peter was waiting, we left and he drove my car home. Nothing was said, about half way home I leaned over unzipped his pants and felt his crusted damp dick, I opened my mouth and began to taste the left over sperm on his cock. Sperm from so many men, the smell of it made my mind swirl. 

I don't know what it was about it, but I got so excited knowing I was sucking my husband's cock and that it was covered with so much sperm that came out of me. It did not take long before Peter's peter was hard again. Once I had him nice and hard I sat up and just left his cock stand there sticking straight up. 




Things Change



We pulled into the garage and just as he was about to zip up, I leaned over and gave him a real fast jerk as I sucked on him a little more. I stopped and said, "Leave it out and go into the bedroom. It is time for you to get your dessert."

He walked with his cock swinging back and forth, and I felt so confident and in control over our sex life. I had never ever felt like this in my life. Being so nasty and so bad that day made me so fucking excited and so damn hot. I don't just mean physically, I mean mentally as well. I don't have the words to tell you what I felt like, knowing that I discovered what the key was to turn my husband sexually on so much. That empowered me beyond anything I could have imagined.

Peter was out of his clothes and on the bed fast. I almost ripped off my dress off getting there with him, and I sat on the edge of the bed as I leaned forward to begin sucking his cock again. I got him hard and when I was sure he was about to climax I stopped, shifted my position and knelt right over his head. I leaned forward and began working his dick again and I slowly brought my crotch down to his face. I guess I was not going fast enough because Peter grabbed hold of my hips and lifted his face up to my cunt. 

I lowered myself, allowing his head to rest on the pillow. I swear to you, his cock actually increased in size, I mean, it felt like it grew fatter and a little longer. I had never seen my husband so big. I worked him right to the point that I was positive he was going to ejaculate and I stopped. It surprised me that when I did that it seemed to drive him wilder. The noises he made with his mouth as he sucked my pussy were loud and it fucking made me climax. 

I cupped his balls and worked my hips; my clit was against his chin so I received double pleasure. His lips and tongue gave me one sense of pleasure and my working my clit hard against his chin just made it twice as much pleasure. I knew I had him under my control and I began talking to him, wanting him to admit to me that he forced me to this point. I was going to humiliate him in the process; after all, we had been married for so long and never one time did he ever really fuck me the way I should have been fucked. For that he would pay that night.

I took hold of his fat cock and jerked it as I asked him, "You like that cum coming out of my nasty cunt, don't you baby?" I heard him moan and a slight sound of what I thought was a "yes." I let go of his dick and said it again. "Tell me, you bastard, do you like all that sperm coming out of my nasty cunt?" I heard him say something in my crotch, I lifted myself off of his face and said, "Louder, asshole, or you don't get anymore. Do you fucking like eating my cum-filled pussy or not, TELL ME!" I heard him very clear as he said, "Yes!"

I lowered my cunt back down to his face and he wrapped his arms around my hips and held me close to his face as he kept licking and eating my pussy. I began sucking his cock again and jerking it. When he was close I stopped and said, "You like that cum, do you, asshole?" 

I heard him mumble, "yes," then as I took hold of his fat cock I told him, "I fucked all the men at the office today and 13 men in the men's room. All that cum you are sucking out of that pussy, you sure love that sperm don't you, bitch? Eat that cunt, bitch, you're my little cunt-lapper, aren't you, bitch?"

His cock felt as if it was ready to explode I let it go and raised up onto my hands and knees, I watched as he humped his hips in the air fucking nothing but air. I kept talking, "I have an idea since you like eating men's sperm from my cunt, I need to set it up so you can eat the sperm right from the source, that way I won't have to be the middle man or, in my case, middle woman." 

I felt him try and move his head back and forth telling me no as he moved his head. I lifted my knees, forcing my pussy hard on his face and I knew Peter could not breathe. I jerked his cock hard and fast as I said. "Don't you fucking pull that shit and try and lie to me, you bitch. You're going to be sucking cock this time tomorrow night or you are fucking out of here, you got that, bitch?" 

I lifted myself up from his face as he gasps for breath, he said, "No, no, I can't, I can't." I put my elbows back on the bed, and began sucking him like crazy as I jerked his rock hard cock. I lowered my pussy back to his face and he went back to sucking my hole, only this time it seemed like it was much more intense. 

I knew he was going to ejaculate and I stopped and pulled back yet again, I said as I worked my clit hard against his chin, "Tell me you will do it or I fucking stop this minute. I can get all the cock I want any time I want. If you want this pussy, you fucking do what the fuck I tell you, you got that, bitch? You are mine. You wanted a slut and you wanted to be dominated, so you got it, honey. You are my little pussy boy and you do what the fuck I say or you get nothing at all. Choose, baby, you want this or not?"

I felt him move his head in a "yes' movement as I heard him moan the word "yes" at the same time. I knew I had him and I went to work to make him climax. We came together and it was mind-blowing. This was truly a lovemaking session and for the very first time that I felt like I had a husband who really loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me only under my terms. 

I was exhausted; I rolled off my husband and laid there catching my breath as he laid there catching his. After a very long time I heard Peter ask, "How did you know, I mean how long have you known?" 

I laid there taking my time to answer and when I did I said, "Know what, that you wanted me to be a cock-hungry slut or that you are bisexual?"

There was a very long pause before Peter answered, "Both."

I said, "I didn't know you were bisexual until tonight, I found your sex stories and it was not hard to figure out what you liked or wanted. Why didn't you just talk to me, why couldn't you tell me or make love to me, why did you tease me sexually the way you did, making me masturbate every day many times a day? 

"I love you and I would have done anything you asked of me sexually. I just stumbled onto your secret desires. But tell me, have you ever sucked a man's dick?" 

I waited for a response and finally he said, "Not any man, but when I was at camp one summer I went to the Boy Scout jamboree and my tent buddy and I messed around and we sort of did it every night that whole two week campout. But I never did it since. I like girls."

I quickly said. "Yeah, and you also like dick, so be honest with me and yourself. I don't think less of you. I want you to be happy, so if sucking cock makes you happy, I'll help you out and I plan on feeding you lots and lots of sperm every night. I have to admit to you that I really love being a slut. You have no idea just how wonderful it feels having sex with strangers and knowing it turns you on. I fucking love that part." 

I rolled over and turned around facing my husband, I leaned over his mouth and kissed him gently and with all of my love. I pulled back looking at him and said, "I can't wait to see those lips of yours wrapped around a big fat hard cock. I want to watch you suck down a lovely load of sperm as I jerk you off and kiss your neck and cheek. That is going to be fucking hot. You want to do that, don't you, baby?"

I reached for his cock and I was not so surprised to find it becoming hard. I asked him, "That excites you, doesn't it, baby?' He did not say anything and I said it again with a lot more force. "Tell me, you fucking asshole, the thought of sucking a man's cock in front of me turns you on, doesn't it, you fucking bitch?" (I had to remember that it turned him calling him names and making him feel like I owned him.)

Peter moaned and I knew he was going to come again, I leaned down and took him in my mouth as he came and I heard him say, "Yes, yes, Oh God forgive me, YES!"

I took all that he could give me then I moved up and we kissed like two very hot, very turned-on teenagers. We laid there and fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I love my husband and he loves me. I can't wait to grow old with him and see just how our lives will be. And I know one thing -- it is going to be a very long, exciting and very sexual life. 



Things Change



I jerked up straight as I heard a voice. “Having problems?” a male voice came from behind me. I turned blushed. Standing behind me was a tall broad shouldered man about fifty. White at the temples with deep blue eyes and a solid jaw he showed me straight white teeth accented by his dark tan. I thought at first he was a colored man, but the blue eyes gave him away. But he had a wide nose and heavy but to too heavy lips. I was still looking at him like a damn fool and letting my pea brain rattle around in a vacuum while I let his handsome appearance charmed my senses away. After some time I found my voice and said “Zipper is struck.” I answered. 

He moved with grace of a Mountain Lion as he came closer. I felt like a lamb going to slaughter but I did not care. He could do anything he pleased with my shivering body. Was I cold or was I so thoroughly excited by the thoughts of my children and sex with them. Or was it simply that I had let myself get into a state where any man could have turned me on.

He was there next to me and I paled in his shadow. “Yes if you can get the zipper undone I would appreciate it. 

He took me by the shoulders to turn me to face the car. My foot was still up on the seat. He knelt behind me and I felt pressure on my bare leg. He had slipped one hand inside the half open pants leg. I could only guess at what he was doing then I felt a warm breath on my clean shaved pussy. I turned looked down to see he had opened the zipper all the way. He was now placing his mouth on my wet pussy. I only let out a low moan. I did nothing to stop his advances. His tongue found the mark; the tip was hard as a little cock. It passed between my pussy lips and licked me to a wild frenzy in seconds. 

I did not look around to see if anyone else was in the parking lot. I really did not care; I did not care at all. I moved my legs wider apart so he could lick my charms faster and deeper with his very animated tongue. I closed my eyes at the first trickle of sweetness poured from my cunt. 


 He made a sucking noise as he drank freely of my nectar. Then I was awaked by his roughness as he rammed a large middle finger up into my ass. He was pounding his finger fast and deep into my ass. I cried out in pain, reaching for his arm. I took a tight grip on his wrist but did not try to stop him from finger fucking my ass as his tongue still lingered in my wet cunt. 

Then I felt a strange pulsing in my gut. I was about to climax again. But this time it was from so deep inside me I let out a howling like a wounded animal. I shivered, I shook, I stiffened and pushed hard down ward as I let go with a burst, a flooding of juices pouring down my legs. It ran all the way to my ankles. He tried to lick it away but there was enough flow there for ten men. My legs gave out and I nearly collapse on his head. But he was as fast as he was strong. He caught me in his arms and turned me around quickly letting me fall into the seat. 

I fell forward reaching for his waist to keep from falling out of the car. He moved up close to block my way. My head fell into his crotch. The pointed hardness from under his running sweats pressed hard into the side of my face. I was in some kind of pleasure trance as it took me a minute to realize what I was leaning on. Turning my face I open my mouth and the pointed end of a hard cock was there. Through the material, a thin soft pliable synthetic allowed me to feel the out line of a warm hard cock. It was a wonderfully hard cock. The head was large and the ridge at the rear of the head was quite pronounced. I thought “What a nice cock, I need to repay this wonderful man for his excellent licking of my cunt. 

I reached up and cupped two heavy balls in my hand. There was no zipper on his sweats so I tried to pull them down. But he stopped me as there were voices coming from down the parking lot. For some reason I was embarrassed and as he moved back I closed the door. I drove off with him still standing there looking after me. 

The taste of his sweaty crotch still in my mouth. I almost cried as I thought of how exciting it would have been to suck the sweat off his cock. To run my tongue around that cock head. My God I was doing it to myself again. I was making my self sick with these kinds of thoughts. I must stop it before I go completely crazy. I needed some relief so I pulled my sweats crotch to the side and fingered my pussy as I dove. My ass tingled from the way he had fingered me and my pussy was tingle ling more from the memory of his tongue that my own finger, but the simple act of slow masturbation helped me drive and get home with out incident. 

Here it was Sunday afternoon, and since Friday I had fucked and sucked a strange young man from the store. Got screwed by Fred had oral sex with Honey. That was all on Friday.


 Sucked and fucked my son’s best friend. Saturday I had gotten into a three-way with Honey and Gloria. Now it was Sunday and a complete stranger had fingered my ass and licked me to a climax. I wanted to suck him off but did not because of on lookers. 

My God what was I doing? In three days I had almost but not quite made up for all the years I was alone. At forty-four was I now becoming a lesbian, a whore or just making up for lost time? 

Then I remembered the pictures. I remembered the couple in the woods. Then I remembered what I had said to Honey. I wanted to fuck my sons. 

The shower felt exhilarating even with out masturbating. Still dripping water I stretched out on the bed and let myself slip off into a dreamland where everyone was fucking everyone and I was right in the middle of it all. 

I woke just before the sun started to set. I slipped on a terry cloth rob and went down to see what there was to eat. A girl has to keep up her strength if she is going to fuck everyone in town. I poured a cup of coffee and saw the blinker on the answering machine. I pushed the play button and my world lighted up like a Christmas tree. The first message was from my son Danny. He was to graduate from Boot camp next Thursday and he wanted me to be there. The second message was from David and Marlene they were going to have a week off starting next Wednesday and were letting me know they were would be home. 

However I had a better idea. I would pick them up and drive the three of us to Danny’s graduation. If it worked out then we four would have to spend one night in a motel. Yes and then I would have my children all to myself for a whole week at home.

I was really feeling good and I was also thinking about my sons and daughter in my bed. I was such a conniving bitch. Pulling the pictures out of my night stand I once more looked at my sons cocks and how my daughter was getting so well fucked by those cocks. My mouth was salivating just thinking about how it would feel to suck my son’s cocks one at a time or maybe both at once. Or to take one of those cock in me while I licked my daughter’s cunt. I bet Marlene has never thought of her mother as a (near-Lesbian) but I now knew all too well I was very 

Bi-sexual and loving it. 

It was still early on a Sunday night but where to go? I think the Motel lounge is closed on Sundays. But I do believe that hotels bars are allowed to serve drinks on Sunday.

Looking in my closet I found a modest tan two piece suit, a white blouse and a nice pair of pumps to complete the out fit. Twenty minutes later I was dressed like a lady and driving my Jaguar into the parking lot of the Piedmont Hotel. It was just after nine and the dinner crowd was going home. But the bar seemed to be very busy as more than one man sat at the bar looked around as I walked in. 


 The only seat at the bar was right in the center and on one side of the empty seat was a guy that looked to be three hundred or better. That is why that seat was unused. So I moved onto a table near the dance floor but off in the darker part of the bar. I ordered a cocktail and when the girl brought it she said it was already paid for. She pointed at the rather large man at the bar. I thought “Oh, God no.” But accepted the drink and did not look his way.

I quickly let my mind drift somewhere into the future. I saw my son David and Danny coming to my open arms. I thought it would be to kiss my sons with passion and lust in my heart. Then I thought of how I would feel to have my daughter naked standing next to me watching me. Watching me touch my son’s erections. How would I feel watching my daughter take one of those erections into her mouth as I had seen in the pictures? These visions were dancing in my head and I was feeling a strange dancing between my legs. I was sure I was wet all the way through my skirt.

I was brought back to the present when I head a voice and saw a pair of pant legs standing next my table. Looking up I saw a handsome face, clean shaven, a wide bright smile and two dark wildly exciting eyes looking down at me. He spoke again. “Hi, would it be too bold of me to ask you if you would join me and my friend?” He was pointing at the large man at the bar. I could not help my self as I smiled back up into this man’s face. I told him I did not care to sit at the bar. He then asked if it would be OK if they joined me. I smiled a yes answer and a minute later I was bound on both sides by one very large and older man, and one younger than myself and very handsome on the other.

The introductions were made and they were brothers Mark the large man and Andy the younger man. Before long the jokes started and we laughed and after a few drinks I was starting to feel pretty good. In fact I was feeling so good I did not even mind what Mark put a heavy paw on my thigh. I said “Easy does it big guy. We have lots of time for playing later. OK.” 

Mark removed his hand and I patted him on the thigh. To my surprise I patted a very long, very large round bulge in his pants. I felt it with my hand and guessed it to be one of the largest I had ever felt. I smiled at him and removed my hand. Looking into his lustful eyes I saw that he only wanted to get off and I was going to be the tool for his own purpose and that I was not to be a viable part of the plan. I felt used more at this moment than ever before. 

I remember this was Sunday and two of my children would be her Wednesday and Thursday I should have all my children together under one roof and in my bed if it worked out to my satisfaction.


So without any fan fair or justification for my actions I excused myself and left the bar got in my car and drove home with more pleasing thoughts on my mind. I felt proud of my resolve and self discipline. I showered went to bed, had dreams of such pleasing events I woke early well rested more rested then I had in several days. I had plans to make and things to check on like were to stay for one night, could I get two adjoining rooms and most of all will my Army son get to come home the same day he graduates from boot camp. 

Things Change –II 

Mother’s dreams come true: