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Cheating Slut

By: Balaak



My name is Amber. I am married to a brunette, blue-eyed wimp named Ken. He's tall and muscularly built but has a really tiny penis. He has no job and lays around watching football all day when he isn't surfing porn. He farts a lot like a real man does, and giggles about it, but doesn't want anyone to see the resulting skid marks in his underwear.

I'm five foot six, 110 pounds, as slender as a reed with a super tightly-packed body. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wear a 36 g-cup bra. Actually, my tits are so big, they don't fit in the bra, but that's the biggest bra I can get. Despite the fact that my tits alone weigh thirty pounds each, I have not an ounce of fat on me. Oh, yeah, and I have a killer ass. Oh, and I won the Miss Universe contest eight times in a row. Oh, and I'm so beautiful that men pass out around me all the time from the sudden blood loss to their brains.

As beautiful as I am, I always wonder why I ever married Mr. Wimp, but let's just say that I love him anyway, totally. And I'd never hurt him. And I'm devoted.

So, it came as a shock when Ken's friend Mel came over to the house while Ken was at the store buying porno mags with the weekly paycheck I earned and gave him. Mel is tall, dark, and handsome, Australian, and doesn't work, either. However, despite the fact that he lays around all day (like my husband does), he's built like an eighteen year old body-builder. All of his muscles ripple when he moves. I would have figured Mel would be stuck to his couch this time of day, but there he was with a six-pack of beer.

"Ken's not here?" he asked me with deep, flashing eyes. He looked my figure up and down. He apparently liked me in what I was wearing.

I wondered if I should put on something more than the uncomfortable thong that Ken expected me to wear all the time. My transparent tube top that clearly showed my enormous nipples covered everything up top, so I guess I was okay there.

"No, you know him; he's masturbating under his coat to the magazines at the liquor store." I smiled like a dutiful, nice housewife.

"Oh, and you don't mind?"

What a funny guy. He obviously didn't know that when you get married, the man is supposed to be able to become a total porn addict and masturbate to pictures of other women.

"Of course not, silly." I laughed. "Us wives are expected to support that with a kind and sympathetic heart."

"So do you look at porn?"

"Oh! Heavens no!" I exclaimed in total horror. Was he kidding? Everyone knew that when you get married, the wife must never exhibit any kind of interest in anything sexual except for her husband. "No way! I could be labeled a slut if I looked at a picture of a naked man."

"Oh. Mind if I stick these in the fridge?" He raised the six-pack.

"Go right ahead. Ken will need some nourishment when he comes back from masturbating. If I don't keep him well-fed and nourished, he might not be able to give me our twice-yearly sex."

"Twice a year? Isn't that a lot?" He put the six-pack in next to tonight's carefully coordinated dinner plans.

I was carrying a load of Ken's clean underwear from the laundry room when he asked that. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get all the skid marks or cum stains out of Ken's underwear. Maybe I should buy him some fresh ones to soil when he masturbated.

"A lot? Well, maybe it is, but I'm always here for him. I'm ready at all times to be his woman - I mean, his wife."

"Why do you say that? Wife rather than woman?"

Mel sure was dense sometimes. "Well, if I say woman, then that implies that I am a person. You see, when you get married, the man becomes the only person in the marriage. The woman becomes a wife and stops being a person."

"Huh?"

"If I was a real person, and not just a wife, I might have feelings. I might have rights and expectations of being treated like a person - a real human being. But everyone knows that wives are just possessions for their husbands."

I never saw what was coming. Mel closed the fridge door and backed into me. I couldn't see because Ken's underwear laundry was piled too high. Even though I did his laundry every day, his soiling of twenty-two sets of underwear each day made a big pile. Both Mel and I collided. The laundry went straight up into the air. I heard a loud ripping sound as all of Mel's clothes flew off him and into the air to mix with Ken's laundry. We both fell to the ground, and as we were falling, Mel's penis twitched, blew up and aimed at me. My tube top tore off and flew across the room and my thong suddenly separated at the seams.

"Oh no!" I cried.

Mel's engorged penis was at least 47 inches long and as big around as my thigh. I was instantly wet at the sight and as he fell on top of me, his cock slid into my pussy so easily that it picked up speed.

I couldn't believe I had taken all of his cock inside me. Mel bounced off my boobs and it caused his hips to bounce too. His cock rammed me in and out several times. I had trouble breathing because his cock was coming out of my throat.

I loved it. Even though it felt like I was giving birth to a continent, his massive penis brought me to orgasm. I had expected such a large penis to rip my vaginal canal and cause severe pain, but it was just like Ken fantasized - the bigger the cock, the better. I couldn't believe that my skin could stretch to thirty times it's normal limit and cause so much pleasure. I could only recommend that all men have something on their skin stretched so that they could feel so good, too.

Mel bounced four pumps into me and suddenly he came. Gallons of sperm shot out of my mouth and splattered my eyes, face, neck, tits, stomach, bush, and somehow, even my killer ass. Sperm was everywhere. And yes, my enormous tits were fully covered. Oh yeah, and my nipples were hard and standing a whole foot in the air.

Right at that instant, the door flew open and Ken strode in like Napoleon conquering Europe. With him was my mother, my father, my three year old niece, my sister, our cat, our next door neighbors, Father Donovan - the family priest, my grandmother, Aunt Alice, my boss from work, Mother Theresa, the Pope, my doctor, the UPS man, my best friend Sarah, and God Himself.

"Well well," Ken strutted around in circles as he looked Mel and me over.

"It was an accident!" I cried.

"Shut up, slut!" You will never speak to me again!" Ken circled us. I noticed that he had somehow become even more muscular, more tanned, and the bulge in his pants said that his cock had finally gotten its growth spurt while he was at the store. He looked like a real man, now. Whereas his cock had been an inch long, it now appeared to fill his underwear.

The entire crowd looked at me disapproving and judgmental.

My boss took a step forward. "Eh, you're fired, slut."

My parents shook their heads. My father looked hurt. "Even though you were my little girl and I loved you so dearly, you are no longer our daughter and we support Ken's planned beatings and even killing you if he feels like it."

My dear old grandmother who loved me no matter what just shook her head in sadness at me. "God might forgive you, but I never can for what you did. I only hope Ken will let me help him beat you. If you're lucky, maybe he'll keep you alive so we can go on and on beating you."

I blinked several times. "Aunt Alice, aren't you dead?"

"Yes, slut niece, but I had to come back to disapprove. Didn't you know that not only is your whole life over, but that your stain carries over into death, too?"

"Hey, old bitch," Ken muttered. "This is my show."

Mel vanished in a whirl of clothes. How he separated them so fast from all of Ken's underwear, I don't know.

"Hold it, you!" Ken's voice boomed.

Mel came and stood meekly in front of Ken. He didn't even move as Ken sort of shrugged and his fist shot out to totally crush Mel's face. Blood splattered from the broken nose.

"Sorry to have to do that to you, buddy, but you fucked my wife. We'll get together later for football after I've trashed Amber, here."

"Okay, see you in a bit." Mel mumbled and left.

Ken looked at me a moment. The UPS man whispered something in his ear.

"Oh yeah, the speech." Ken began to draw breath. 

I was unable to speak or move for some reason as his chest swelled and swelled and swelled. After a few minutes of sucking in air, he began.

"Since you have decided to be a whore and break your vows to me, the whole marriage is changed the way I decide on my whim. You are nothing but a slut and you have thrown away all the trust that I had in you. You are so filthy that I can never again look at you with love, which is good because I love to masturbate anyway. But since you are a total slut whore, you will never get sex from me again. Nothing you say will ever mean anything to me because everything you say is a lie - no matter what you say."

I sobbed. "But..." There was no interrupting him. The sheer power of his presence even overshadowed God over in the corner.

"Since you are the filthiest, most vile creature alive now, and since you are my possession, I can now treat you like I please. Your one act makes you mine to do with what I please. I am going to dish out your punishment after I'm done blabbing, and you will deserve every second of it, and even more. I reserve the right to beat you whenever I feel rested enough to continue, because it will be showing you that I am a real man."

I sobbed pitifully. Why wouldn't he listen to me? "But..."

"And because you are the most disgusting filthy slut on the face of the planet, I will now take on my new lovers..."

Two gorgeous blondes walked in, arm in arm.

"... Jenna and Taylor. They are lesbians who have sex all the time with anyone they feel like. They will be moving in and staying in our bedroom..."

Some guy dropped their luggage inside the door.

"... while you will be sleeping under the table in the kitchen like the dog you are. I will be having sex with them all the time, in front of you, and you will be forced to watch. All because you are a filthy slut and your actions give me the right to do this. I will fuck anyone I want, including your mother, and you will have to accept it. Oh yeah, and your sister, too. Oh yeah, and animals, too..."

At that moment, another guy came in leading a goat.

Ken ripped off his jeans and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least fifty inches long and as thick around as a barstool. His growth spurt was amazing. He rammed it into the goat and continued his speech.

"Whoever or whatever I fuck, you will have to lick my cum out of them, because you are a whore and you will do what I say."

I sobbed even more pitifully, sorry that I was ever born to have so hurt this wonderful man. And the size of his cock... if I had just waited an hour instead of having this accident, I could have been really pleasured by the most wonderful man alive. "But..."

"I will now call you nothing but slut. You are no longer even a possession and thus don't deserve a name. Aren't I clever? Oh, and you will remain silent at all times and blah blah and blah..."

He droned on for another fifteen minutes while I tried to say I was sorry. He finally ran out of his first long breath and glared piously at me.

"How was that, everyone?" He strutted around the kitchen after spewing his sperm into the goat.

Everyone applauded wildly.

Mother Theresa shook her head. "How does the macho stud get to be able to pontificate a huge speech like that without interruption?"

My best friend Sarah answered her. "Because he was cheated on. Didn't you know all men that get cheated on get studly abilities?"

A lot of noise sounded at the door, followed by a burst of even more people rushing into the room.

Four Swedish bikini team blondes surrounded my Ken and pushed a lottery ticket at him. One of them gushed at him. "We saw you drop this on your way out of the liquor store. It's a winning lotto ticket! You now have seventy-five million dollars!"

"That's nice," Ken said as if he expected it. "You can blow me now, if you must."

The four women dropped down and proceeded to lick my husband's cock like a lollipop. I was envious.

A blonde news reporter with even bigger tits than me came in and stuck a microphone in his face. "How does it feel to have discovered your wife being a total slut?"

"Well," Ken wagged his head and looked upwards. "I was able to catch her in the act of being a slut. I'm going to dish out a massive beating that will involve broken bones and a lot of blood."

"Is divorce in your future, Mister Wonderful?"

"Heavens, no!" Ken looked angry. "Divorce implies she's a person. You see, she's a possession. That's a big difference. You can do whatever you want with a possession. No, I want to go on humiliating her every day for the rest of her life. I want her to cry and feel not only physical pain from the planned hourly beatings, but I want her to feel emotional pain, too."

The news reporter looked confused. "But divorce is no fault - has been since the seventies. She can divorce you whether you want to or not."

"No no no, you don't understand." Ken spoke slowly, as if to a child. "Once she has become a slut, she loses any legal status she might have. She won't leave me to divorce me because I desire to ruin her life over and over and over again until she is dead, if I don't decide to kill her first. So, you see, she'll stay and suffer endless physical torture because it will make me feel good. Isn't that right, slut!?"

His kick to my face caught me off guard. Blood spurted from my mouth and I had to spit out a tooth that he had kicked loose. "Please..."

Just then, three women in business suits filed in. "I'm Elizabeth Mary Diaz-Jensen-Freely-Brent from the National Organization of Women. I have papers here that NOW is formally disavowing Amber as a woman. You may beat her at whim."

"See?" Ken bragged to the news reporter.

Amidst the crowd of people, six men were carting off his big screen TV. Criminals would take advantage of anything to steal.

Ken flew into action to the gasps of the crowd. He landed in the midst of the criminals and his feet and fists shot out so fast that we all thought we were watching Matrix. His spinning kick where he alternated left and right foot kicks while floating and slowly turning in midair was awesome. He looked bored, though, and was looking at his fingernails. After dispatching the criminals and saving his big screen, he came back to strut for the fawning news reporter.

The big titted woman was speechless. "Can... can I suck your cock, too?"

He waved his permission with a lazy hand.

God strode forward. "I AM AND I AM HERE TO METE OUT VENGEANCE."

God didn't see the lazy backhand that my Ken threw His way. With the sound of a cannon, Ken backhanded God's face, sending Him flying back against the wall.

"Vengeance might be yours, oh God, but revenge is mine. You can have her after I kill her." Ken hadn't even looked at God.

Ken advanced on me. "Time to get what you deserve. Your act has caused this."

"Ahem," Father Donovan cleared his throat. He held out a baseball bat. "Do it right, Ken."

Ken hefted the bat and I could see the superiority in his eyes, the enjoyment. As each blow fell, I could hear bones break. Blood flew and splattered. He beat me in a frenzy until he was exhausted. The crowd cheered as the last of my bones were shattered.

I was a slut and got what I deserved, right? Yep.

But life wasn't done being sympathetic to my poor husband. In rushed Jay from the local ShopMart where Ken had held a brief job.

"Dude! I mean, Mister Wonderful Ken, I'm glad I found you. Management wants you back! You're rehired for double-pay. That's ten bucks an hour, dude! And they'll even let you sit in the break room all day looking at those porn mags you jizzed all over and were fired for."

The kitchen erupted in even bigger cheers as music swelled from somewhere. Angels sang and the sun shone so brightly through the windows. It was the start of a wonderful life. For Ken.

Cheating Slut Becomes An Ass Whore



My new slut ginger called me yesterday as she was down in Silicon Valley meeting an old boyfriend. She told me she was bringing a nice bottle of wine for her lunch with him, and that she was already so horny from being on the end of her period that she was going to find it hard to keep herself from fucking him, but she wanted to save herself for me if I could arrange to meet her. 

I laughed and told her to call me when she was through with lunch – and to think naughty thoughts.

She called at 1:30 and asked if I could get away, and said she was so horny and buzzed from the wine that "I'd probably let you do ANYTHING you want to me today." 

I told her to meet me at the same semi-sleazy motel where we had first met. I got there around 2:30, and checked in. As it turned out, there was a huge accident involving a gasoline tanker truck on the 101 that day, and she got stuck in traffic for the next hour and ½. 

We chatted on the phone while she was stuck in traffic, talking about her sexual and life history. When I told her some of my experiences with other women who wanted to try BDSM play, she was so turned on she was begging me to let her cum in the car.  I told he no, and that I was going to have to punish her for not listening to the traffic report and getting stuck on the road, frustrating both of us.

She finally arrived, and ran up the stairs. I was stripped down to my underwear, and opened the door and pulled her in. She's about 5'6", 135lbs, with a nice, athletic dancer's body. She was wearing black, high-heeled half boots, a short denim skirt, a black top and a black hat. I kissed her hard, and threw her hat onto the chair and pulled her top over her head. She had on a black bra, and as soon as I unbuttoned her miniskirt I found out she had on black panties as well. 

I slapped her ass a couple of times and rubbed her soaking wet pussy and asked her: "So, you were expecting some fun today, slut?"  

"Yes Sir, I was hoping to see your cock. I love your cock. I'll do anything for your cock."  

"You know you are going to become my ass slut today, don't you?" 

"Yes, Sir – I want to become your ass slut – I hope I can." 

I took off her bra and panties, and pulled her into the bathroom. The room had a big Jacuzzi tub. I made her get in the tub, and as I had been waiting for her for a while and also had a full bladder, I began to spray my piss all over her tits, working my way up to her face and down to her pussy, making her play with herself while I berated her for being a stupid slut and making me wait so long for her.  After my pee stream ran out, I made her lick and suck my cock clean. 

I then sat down in the tub, and had her standing with her ass in front of my face, bent over slightly with her hands against the wall. I started rubbing her pussy and ass, and then pulled the tampon out of her pussy that was protecting her from the last day of her period. I began spanking her ass until it became nice and red on both sides. 

"Please sir - my bladder is full, and please let me cum sir, I need to cum so badly." 

"Not yet, slut, you cum when I tell you."  I started to push my fingers into her dripping wet cunt, jamming three of them into her while I continued spanking her ass. 

"Have you been practicing fucking your ass, you slut? Do you think you're going to be able to take my cock up your tight little ass? Are you ready to cum, you nasty slut?" 

"Yes, please let me cum Sir – please" she pleaded. 

"Then cum for me now, baby". 

She's a major squirter when she cums, and this time was no exception. She started screaming, and her pussy started to go through major contractions around my fingers – almost pushing them out - as she went into physical convulsions. She began to squirt - all over my hands, down her legs, over and over again as she went through waves of orgasms. 

Her squirt became mixed with her piss, and I pulled my fingers out, pulled her by her ass back towards my face, and stuck my tongue into her pussy, licking her from clit to ass. She continued to moan and convulse, and soon came again, once again squirting and pissing all over my face.

I turned her around, and had her sit on my cock. I pushed her up and down on top of me, alternating between sucking her nipples and kissing her. 

"Do you like being my slut, baby?" 

"Yes" she moaned. 

"Are you going to become my ass slut today?" As soon as I asked the question, she moaned loudly and came again, squeezing my cock with her muscles to the point that she pushed me out.

"Let's go to the bed and check out your ass" I said, and pulled her out of the tub and to the bed. 

I laid on my back on the bed, and she said "let me suck your cock". 

As she slid up and down on it with her mouth, I told her to "lick my balls and ass". Her hot tongue went all over my balls, and slid down to my ass. 

I told her to turn around and put her pussy in my face, so that I could lick her while I used my fingers on her ass. She turned around on all fours, and continued to suck my cock while I lubed up my fingers and her ass with some KY. 

I rubbed the outside of her tight little hole and asked her "is this what you want, baby?" 

As she moaned, I pushed one finger in, slowly moving in and out, stretching her tight hole. As I added fingers, I pulled her closer to my face and began licking her at the same time, continuing to stretch her out. She came, squirting again as I had three fingers in her, and I pulled them out and pushed four fingers in.  

When she calmed down, I pulled out and said "guess how many fingers I had in you" and showed her my hand. 

"My God – you had four up me?" 

"I guess you're ready for my cock now – get me nice and hard so I can put on a condom and fuck your ass."

She turned around and sucked me, and I pulled a condom package from the nightstand. She pulled out the condom, rolled it down my cock, and then continued her blow job to get the condom nice and lubed up. 

I poured some KY on my cock, and told her "Since it's your first time, I want you to sit on top of me so you can get used to my cock in your ass." 

She moved forward, and slowly put my cock at her opening. It was a bit difficult to find the entrance as she was very slick from the KY and her pussy juices, but we eventually got the tip in. 

"Push down slowly" I said, and I could feel my cock head stretching her open, meeting the initial ring of resistance inside. Slowly she continued to sit back and push down, and finally I was all the way in. 

"Oh my God, you're inside me – it feels so good". 

She started to move up and down, and I said "You took it baby, how do you like being an ass slut". 

"I love it, I love it" she said, and came once again.

I pushed her off of me and said "get on your knees on the edge of the bed – I'm going to really fuck your ass now". 

She maneuvered to the edge, ass up in the air. I pushed her knees forward to get the angle and height right, and put my cock at her no longer tight entrance. 

"Are you ready to get ass-fucked like a whore?" I said, and slammed my cock into her. "Tell me what you are!" 

"I'm a slut, I'm an ass slut, I'm a whore." 

"Whose ass is this?" I asked. 

"Your ass, Sir, I'm your fucking ass slut. Fuck me hard, fuck me like a whore!" she cried out as I started to slam my body into hers, pushing her face into the bed, while she grabbed on to the sheets. 

"Play with yourself, slut, I want to feel you cum while I fuck your nasty ass".  

She reached back with one hand and played with her pussy, then reached back with her other hand and started to squeeze my balls – her shoulders on the bed and her face pushed into the sheets. 

"Cum for me, whore" and once again she came – violently, squirting all over the bed sheets.

I pulled out, and took off the condom, and laid down on the bed, and commanded her to "Come here and suck my cock." 

She took my cock and started going down on it, taking it to her throat. She pulled her mouth off, and played with me while licking my balls and ass. She pulled a pillow over, and slid it under my butt so that she could have better access, and went back to work, moaning as she did so. 

"God what a nasty slut you are – you love it, don't you." 

"Yes, she moaned, and went back to licking my ass, shoving her tongue us far up my ass as possible. 

After a few minutes, she sat up and told me that her neck was hurting, as she had been in car accident a few weeks ago, and the position was hurting her. I told her to get on her back, and then straddled her chest. She started to suck my cock, and then scooted down to lick my balls and ass from below while I stroked my cock and said "yeah, that's it, that's a good slut". 

She pulled me down to sit on her face, which surprised me, as she had said that she wasn't into breath play, as she once again stuck her tongue as far up my ass as she could. As I was on the verge of cumming, I jumped up and stood over her, slowly stroking my cock. 

"What a great sight – please give me your cum" she said as she was using her hands to play with her pussy.  

"I'm going to mark you now, slut". 

One of the things we had discussed that she was intrigued by, but not sure she wanted to try or not was a bit of scat play - so I squatted over her chest and let a two small drops of scat drop out on her stomach. I continued to stroke my cock, and told her "rum my shit all over your tits." 

She grimaced but did so, and I said "Good girl - you'll never have to do that again unless you really want to." 

I then dropped back down onto my knees, and sprayed my cum all over her – the first shot into her hair, the next all over face. As I did that, I reached back and gave her pussy a couple of slaps, and said "Cum for me, you're my slut now!" – and she once again went into convulsions.

Afterwards, I pulled her up from the bed, and kissed her, tasting some of my own cum on her face. I helped her to the tub, and we gently rinsed each other off.  The bed was wrecked – with at least three giant wet spots, and several spots from where the blood from her period had stained the sheets.  

We got dressed, and as we kissed goodbye, she said "I've never cum like that before – when can we do it again?"



Cheating Slut Girlfriend



Damon was on his way over to his girlfriend's apartment to pay her a surprise visit. He'd just finished work early as a result of the boiler system failing and fancied popping over to hers for an hour; after all, it had been over a week since they'd actually seen each other, what with work and everything there was just no time. In fact, if Damon was honest, they'd hardly seen any of each other at all over the past few months. They'd been dating for over two years and although it pained him to think it, he realised that he and Debbie, his girlfriend, may be drifting apart. He had made a resolution that very same day to make more of an effort to save their flagging relationship. So here he was, spontaneity was the key to success he figured. He was going to let himself into the apartment with his key; they would make lover, tell each other they loved each other and then maybe go out for a meal together or something of the sort. That was the plan anyway.

He parked his car in the small resident's car park about a hundred yards away from Debbie's apartment. Checked himself in the mirror to make sure he appeared presentable, and walked over towards her flat. He entered the building and walked up the stairs to her 3rd floor room; he found her keys and quietly let himself in with the intention of surprising her. He knew she would be in as Wednesdays were her regular day off from her job as beautician. He stood in the hallway for a moment and listened for any movement in her flat. At first there was silence, so he proceeded into the main living area, where her sofa, TV and dining table were at. It all seemed fairly deserted, the TV was off and still Damon heard no sound. He was thinking about heading to the kitchen to see if she was preparing herself a snack when he heard what sounded like a moan coming from the direction of her bedroom.

His heart leapt into his throat at the sound, and his first thought was that she was being attacked. He crept softly in the direction of her bedroom, trying to ignore the thudding sound of his heart as he focused all of his attention on listening for more sounds. He was halfway the distance between the living room and bedroom when he heard noise again; this time more distinct and even more worrying for Damon. They were familiar sounds to him and instantly made his cock twitch at the memory of where he had heard them previously. They were Debbie's moan of pleasure. Damon's heart raced even faster, his mind running overtime with thoughts about why she was moaning with pleasure. Stood, rooted to the spot, he was on the verge of convincing himself that she was masturbating when he heard her moaning once again. This time though, her groan of pleasure was accompanied by a gruff, manly groan.

Damon thought he would be physically sick as the realisation hit him that his girlfriend of two years was laying, not fifteen feet away from him, in some stage of sexual intercourse. Emotions and feelings raged through his head as the room began to spin around. He felt angry, betrayed, sorrowful, disgraced and a thousand other emotions at the same time; he felt like screaming and smashing the place up in one breath and collapsing to the floor and weeping in another. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only a minute or two; not really thinking, just staring through the wall which separated the hallway in which he stood, from the bedroom where she lay. He was snapped back to reality with the sound of his girlfriend moaning with pleasure once again. He started moving forward again; he planned now to storm toward the bedroom, fling open the door, march in, punch the bastard who was fucking his girlfriend and then leave.

For some unknown reason though, as he took his first step closer to the room, he found it was more of a stealthy creep than an angry march. He questioned himself why he would be doing this, but figured it would make no difference to his overall plan and so allowed himself to creep ever closer toward the door, which he now noticed had been left about a quarter of the way open. As he drew closer to the bedroom, the sounds became more audible, he could now clearly make out the soft noises of passion that Debbie made when she was being pleasured, the soft moans she would make every now and then when the right spot was hit. Of the man he could hear nothing at that point. Debbie's hard breathing was all he could hear, and as he drew ever closer to the doorway, he found himself slightly stiffening as he listened to his girlfriend's moans.

He finally reached the open door and slowly peeked around the door frame; again denying his earlier plan to storm in and raise hell. The view from the doorway presented anyone with pretty much a clear view of everything inside; the double bed was viewed lengthways from the doorway and from his position Damon was gifted with the sight of his beautiful, busty brunette girlfriend laying naked, her luscious legs dangling over the edge of the end of the bed and her dainty little toes just brushing the carpeted floor. In between her legs was the head of a dark haired man who Damon didn't recognise, pleasuring his girlfriend orally.

NOW! Damon thought to himself, planning on going into the room, grabbing the bastard by the hair and venting his frustration on his naked body. He found he was rooted to the spot. NOW! He screamed to himself this time as he heard Debbie moan loudly as her lover boy ran his tongue over her swollen, sensitive clit. Still he found himself rooted to the spot. Not only that, but he felt his cock stiffening even more as he forced himself to watch her getting tongue fucked by another man. The sexy little slut had her back arched on the mattress of the bed, her hands grabbed at handfuls of the cream bed sheets, under which Damon and Debbie had slept together on so many occasions. Damon watched now, powerless to move, as the mysterious lover lifted Debbie's right leg and rested it on his shoulder, adding now his fingers to the mix to aid him with his tongue. This caused Debbie to moan even louder and more passionately as she felt her clit being pleasured with his tongue and her inner wetness probed by his fingers. From his viewpoint Damon couldn't see the specifics as Debbie's right leg blocked out the view of her sexy, shaven little pussy; but he could see the general movements of the stranger's arm and hear the reaction to his touch in Debbie's gasps and moans.

By now, Damon found he had a fully blown erection throbbing in his trousers and realised, with some shame, that he was enjoying the thought of watching his girlfriend being fucked by another man. He stood motionless in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity, watching with rapture as his girlfriend lay on her bed, another man between her legs; pleasuring her moist, wet sex with his tongue. He felt his cock throbbing in his trousers, his mind whirled; shocked with the fact that his girlfriend was cheating, yet unable, no, un-wanting to tear his eyes away. He had always fancied himself of something of a voyeur, fantasizing about watching other women in the showers or getting undressed unaware they are being watched. But he never in a million years would have expected to be aroused by the sight of his girlfriend fucking another man.

He was snapped out of the motionless trance when he heard Debbie's breathing become more and more harried; her legs spread wider and wider, still, unfortunately, denying Damon a clear view of her pussy. Her back became arched on the bed and she clutched at the bedspread, her whole body tensing up in anticipation of the approaching orgasm. She let go of the bed sheet and gripped her lover by his tousled hair, pulling him closer in, grinding her tight little pussy into his face as her sexy lithe body wriggled and squirmed as waves of pleasure were sent coursing through her. She moaned and moaned as she came, her lover gripping her firmly at the waist.

He became aware that he had moved his hands down towards his groin and was massaging his throbbing erection through the material of his jeans. Now Damon softly continued to massage his cock as Debbie's orgasm subsided and her mystery lover pulled his head from out between her legs. Damon had to move out of sight for a moment or two as her lover stood up, fearful that he may be spotted spying on them. When he moved back into his position, spying through a crack in the slightly ajar bedroom door, he saw that Debbie had scooted further up onto the bed and was now presenting herself in the doggy position. From his angle Damon could now see her wet, parted sex; her lips swollen and pink. A moment later however, his view was slightly obscured as her lover straddled over her naked body, positioning the head of his throbbing cock at her entrance. He watched, massaging his aching tool as he slipped his manhood inside of his girlfriend, eliciting soft moans as she felt her pussy being penetrated. Her huge tits hung loosely below her chest and they now began to sway softly as her lover buried his entire length inside her soft, velvety cunt.

He began to fuck her softly, gripping her by the hips and thrusting his member in and out of her; she moaned with each thrust, reaching her left hand between her legs to tease her clitoris as he fucked her. As her lover shifted his leg Damon was given an unrestricted view of the action and he slipped his hands into his jeans, feeling his cock throb at the slightest touch. He began to work his hand up and down the length as he continued to watch his dirty little slut of a girlfriend being fucked on the bed they shared. His earlier hatred and shock at this revelation replaced now with an overwhelming desire to watch his girlfriend fucked hard and fast until she exploded.

It didn't look like that might take much longer; he noticed that her lover had picked up his thrusting speed and was now grunting every time he plunged his stiff prick between Debbie's pretty pink lips. Debbie too was moaning louder and her gasps came at more regular intervals than before; she pushed herself back onto his cock, harder and harder each time; driving herself to orgasm. 

Her lover pushed the index finger of his left hand up against her puckered little asshole, before she could protest the intrusion he drove it inside of her; triggering not a shout of protest, but a wail of pleasure as she was tipped over the edge and her climax hit. Damon felt precum oozing from the head of his prick as he watched Debbie's buxom body quiver with ecstasy. Her wails filled the house and her sloppy, wet pussy bucked and thrashed around her lover's stiff cock. As her orgasm subsided Damon watched as her lover's body began to tense up sensing his own approaching orgasm. His face screwed up tight he pulled his throbbing cock from Debbie's pussy and held it in his hand, mere centimetres away from her asshole which still had not closed fully since the earlier intrusion.

He let out a low, guttural grunt as his cock twitched once in his hand before a jet of his thick, milky fluid jetted out, coating Debbie's puckered little ringpiece. He blasted out wave after wave of semen onto her asshole and it's surrounding areas; most of which trickled over her sopping pussy and dripped onto the bed; where a nice little puddle of cum and pussy juice was forming.

Damon felt his own orgasm approaching fast, but as he watched Debbie's lover squirt his spunk on her ass something told him that he should make himself scarce. It was the same impulse that told him to stand and watch the display in the first place, rather than storm in and cause hell. Not really knowing why he was running and hiding instead of allowing his presence to be known, he silently made his way back down the hallway and into the kitchen, closing the door most of the way behind him; leaving a gap just big enough to spy through into the living room.

His impulse proved to be a good one, because he wasn't stood inside the kitchen for more than a minute when he heard the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway. Damon thought that this was rather unusual for Debbie's mystery lover to be leaving so soon after sex; there could hardly have been time to even clean up. He worried for a split second that it might just be Debbie coming toward the kitchen to prepare an after sex snack for the two of them; but his fears proved to be unnecessary as he saw them enter into the living room. The mystery man was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt; Debbie had merely draped her dressing gown over her naked frame. He could hear their conversation perfectly from the distance between them.

'Well, that was surely an experience.' Debbie spoke, the words coming slightly awkwardly it seemed to Damon. Also their body language gave no impression that they'd just fucked each other, they seemed to be distancing themselves from one another; the man backing closer towards the door whilst Debbie stood in the middle of the room.

'Definitely.' The man agreed, 'I can't believe I just cheated on my wife like that with someone who I've only ever spoken to on the internet before today.' An awkward silence passed between them. Inside the kitchen, Damon stood slack jawed in shock. They didn't even know each other? Once more Damon's mind went whirling as he was struck with the realisation that he hardly even knew his own girlfriend. He knew she liked sex, sure, but he wasn't aware that she liked it so much she'd actually hook up with some stranger online to satisfy her needs. One fact that struck Damon with this latest revelation however, and it surprised him when he took comfort in it, was that there was no actual love involved in their relationship; one could tell that just from watching this conversation. 'Well then, umm' the man paused, thinking of the best way to end this conversation as he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, 'maybe I'll see you again.' He said, not looking as if he really meant it.

'I doubt it,' Debbie replied, not really looking bothered; 'we both know what this was about, no strings, no repeats; just sex.'

'Yeah.' The man replied looking relieved, 'bye then.' He said conversationally before leaving the flat and closing the door behind him, not even waiting for a reply. 

Damon and Debbie were now the only two left in the apartment; Damon was still trying to digest the information and the events of the last half hour or so. Right from the fact that he'd stumbled in on his girlfriend fucking a stranger, to the knowledge that he'd actually stood in the doorway and watched, masturbating while he did so. Debbie still stood in the middle of the living room and now Damon decided to make a move.

'Hi Debs.' He said as he opened the door and walked into the living room, causing her to jump and face Damon with a look of complete shock on her face.

'Damon? What the...?' She stopped, not knowing what to say, her face flushing. 'How long have you been here?' She finally blurted out.

'Long enough.' Damon replied calmly; 'how long has this been going on?' He demanded.

'I don't know what you mean.' Damon laughed, he couldn't help it. They both knew that he had seen everything, yet her immediate reaction was to deny everything.

'Cut the crap; we both know that I saw you with that man. What the fuck are you playing at? Is sex with me not good enough that you have to look up random strangers on the internet who'll come and fuck you.'

'Honestly?' Debs asked, tentatively, managing to regain her composure surprisingly quickly.

'Umm yeah, I'm not gonna stand here and be lied to!'

'It's not that it's not good enough, because you know that's not true. We're fantastic together and you know that. It's just that... well; it's not often enough.'

'What the fuck do you mean not often enough?' Damon demanded, insulted.

'Damon... Think about it; when was the last time we fucked? I know you've been busy with work lately, but it's been two weeks since we even saw each other. I get so horny pretty much all the time.'

'That's no excuse,' Damon said, a little bit less conviction in his voice as he realised that Debbie spoke the truth. Sure he'd been busy, but that's no excuse not to spend time with the one you love.

'Of course it's not... I have no excuse; I was just horny, really horny. I logged onto the internet on a website that matches people up, looked for someone who wanted no strings sex and before I even realised what I was really doing he was round at the house, eating my pussy out on the bed.' Damon felt his cock stiffening in his jeans again as Debbie reminded him of what he had seen. She crossed the room and placed her hand on his arm. 'I'm so sorry.' She said, leaning forward to kiss him.

Damon pulled back, 'I don't know what to make of all this, I really don't... I mean, was he better than me?'

'Of course not.' She replied.

'Are you sure, because you sounded like you were enjoying it, and you most definitely looked like you were enjoying it; especially the part where he shoved his finger in your ass.' Debbie pulled back slightly.

'Wait a minute; exactly how much of this did you see? All of it?'

Damon dropped his eyes, 'yeah.'

'And you stood there watching?'

'I couldn't move, I was rooted to the spot.' Debs' eyes came alight

'Did you masturbate?' She said, licking her lips, Damon pulled back, shocked that she had guessed straight away. 'Did it turn you on, watching another man fucking me?'

'Kinda... I mean, I don't know... It's all so fucked up. When I heard you I planned on storming straight in, kicking the shit out of your mystery lover and then leaving; but when I got to the door, I just couldn't move. I stood there, watching a complete stranger tongue fuck you and I actually felt myself getting aroused. I kept thinking what a dirty little slut you were and it made me even harder.'

'Did you cum?' She asked, her voice taking on a familiar tone, it was the tone it took when she was becoming aroused, preparing herself for a hot fucking session.

'No,' he said, meeting her eyes and feeling his cock stiffen even more as he saw the lust in them; 'I was nearly there when Mr Mystery shot his wad on your asshole, but I had to make myself scarce before I was spotted.'

'You must be awfully frustrated' she said, moving in close again, untying the material that held her dressing gown in place so that it opened up in the centre, revealing her naked flesh. She pressed her bare, shaven pussy up against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffening in his trousers. 'Oh, I see that you are.' She whispered into his earlobe, nibbling softly at the flesh. 'I've been such a bad little slut; there must be some way I can make it up to you baby.' She said in a voice that dripped with pure lust, her bare pussy radiating heat which he felt even through the material of his jeans.

'There might just be.' Damon moaned softly as he felt her pushing her tight little pussy up against his cock, which was throbbing painfully in his jeans, begging for release. As Damon spoke the words she pulled his face in close to hers and kissed him passionately, their tongues meeting and mashing together. Damon grabbed her pert little ass cheeks, being careful not to let his fingers come into contact with the other man's still sticky deposit, and pulled her in harder against him, his cock, pulsing now in his jeans desperate to be released.

His wish was soon fulfilled, Debbie broke the kiss and dropped to her knees before him, deftly unzipping his fly and allowing his monster to gratefully spring free from it's restraints. She wasted no time in gobbling the entire length, coating his shaft with her warm, wet saliva. 'Oh fuck yes.' Damon moaned, grabbing her head and forcing her to take his cock deeper. She massaged his balls while she bobbed her head up and down his length, alternating her tongue action between licking up and down the shaft and gently teasing the slit on his throbbing cock head. He felt his orgasm approaching and fought the urge to cum there and then; he wasn't ready for that yet, no way. 




Cheating Slut Girlfriend



He pulled her head off of his cock and she looked up at him, her deep blue eyes questioning and innocent. 'Did I do wrong?'

'No, you did fantastic... But I'm not ready to finish yet. I'm going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.' She smiled fiendishly up at him before standing once again to her full height. She took his hand and led him eagerly to the bedroom where, not ten minutes ago, she had been fucking another man. She allowed the nightgown to slide off of her shoulders and fall to the floor as she walked, leaving her completely naked. When she got into the bedroom she quickly made her way to the bed and lay down, awaiting Damon who was busily tearing off his clothes.

'Quick Damon,' she moaned from the bed, massaging her clit with her thumb and forefinger; 'I'm all wet.'

Damon hesitated not a second longer, ripping off the last of his clothes he turned and pounced on his spread-eagled girlfriend, grabbing her big firm tits and mashing them together as he guided his throbbing rod towards her warm, wet entrance. She let out a deep moan as she felt herself being penetrated and her body shuddered softly as a mini orgasm rippled through her. Damon wasted no time in burying his entire length inside of her sex; feeling her tight little pussy clamping down around his member he began to thrust himself in and out of her, roughly squeezing her pink nipples until they stood erect on her chest. 'Oh God, how does it feel to be a dirty slut who sleeps with strangers?' He asked her as he pounded his cock relentlessly in and out of her.

'It makes me wet; it makes me feel so naughty. Feeling his cock sliding in and out of me felt so wrong, I wish I knew you were watching.' She wailed in between gasps of pleasure. The headboard of the bed was hammering against the wall every time he drove himself into her; the neighbours would surely know what was going on, but neither of them cared.

'Next time you will know I'm watching, and after you've been fucked by another stranger then I'll be there to fuck you again like the dirty whore that you are.' Damon grunted.

'Ohh God yes.' She wailed; her body juddering as she climaxed, her cheap little cunt gripping Damon's cock and sucking him in, her tits bounced up and down on her chest as Damon continued to fuck her. Debbie came so much she thought she would pass out, wave after wave of pleasure passed through her body as she climaxed. Feeling Damon driving his thick, meaty shaft deep inside of her; thinking about the man she'd just fucked who's name she never even got to know; looking forward to the times in the future where she would be fucked by other strangers, knowing that her boyfriend would be watching them. She felt so dirty, and that made her cum even more.

Their bodies, now a writhing mess of sweaty flesh on the bed, grinding hard against one another's; their moans filled the apartment, well actually, most of the apartment block; their minds both fantasizing about the same things. Damon felt his balls tightening as they prepared to unleash what would undoubtedly be a colossal eruption. 'Oh God, I'm gonna cum.' He moaned, 'I want you to taste it like the slut that you are.' She looked at him with lust filled eyes as he pulled his cock from her sloppy, satisfied cunt and sat over her; his knees at either side of her tits. 

She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth just in time to receive the first of many blasts of his thick, salty fluid. By the time he had finished cumming, her face was covered; he'd even managed to shoot some into her hair, which she thought was going to be a bastard to wash out; neither of them cared how messy they were as they collapsed onto the bed together in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep. Their last words to each other were of tender love and affection.

When Debbie awoke she found herself struggling to open her eyes; for a second she was unsure of why, but then it all came flashing back to her and despite her temporarily blinded predicament, she felt herself moistening at the memories. Finally she managed to force open her crusty eyelids and allowed her eyes to adjust to her bedroom and her naked, sleeping boyfriend who lay beside her. She truly did love him and knew he felt the same; she thought that the events of today would only help to bring them closer together as a couple in the long run, this was a thing they could share together and she knew that the future held some more than pleasurable affairs for the both of them. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. 



Cheating Slutwife



Warning: this story contains a cheating wife and other cuckold themes. If this is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip it. If you like this sort of stuff, I hope you enjoy. It is 100% a work of NON Fiction.

Forward: Anne Marie is 40 years old but she doesn't look a day over 27. She is 5'7", 120lbs. Her legs are incredible, her ass is delicious and her face is "model" quality. She has a pierced belly button and one pierced nipple. She has a tribal butterfly tattooed on her lower back, and oh yea, Anne Marie is a true slut.

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Got and email from my nasty wife the other day. I thought you might enjoy it as much as I did.

Tell me if you do.

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Hey Babe,

Miss you today. 

Ummmm...Guess what? Give up? OK, I'll tell you. I'm a slut! That's right, you read that right. I mean, you DO know that, don't you? The thing is, I was very naughty. This time it was different, though. This time, I actually had the guts to seduce a man and fuck him like a porn star, but this time I did it all without you knowing it. THAT'S HOT! And Babe, I am SO gonna fuck him again. Maybe, if you're a good boy, next time I'll let you watch.

Well I'm sure that by now you already have like a thousand questions for me, and I'll give 5 to 1 odds that your dick is starting twitch, so sit back, relax, and let me tell you the whole story.

You were actually with me the first time I laid eyes on him. It was about three weeks ago, we were walking into the supermarket when I saw this HOT guy walking out. You were off getting a shopping cart or something, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he walked across the parking lot. About half way to his car, he must have felt me staring at him because he looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. He was gorgeous babe, so fucking fine. He is about 6'2", 220 lbs. Ripped bod; dark, dark skin. Oh My God, he's HOT. Anyway, he looked me up and down, smiled and kept walking to his truck. I had seen the truck around town before, and I knew at that moment I would see it again. I just knew I was gonna fuck this man.

Flash forward to this Tuesday. I'm driving home at around 2:00 in the afternoon. I'm stopped at a red light and I look up to see that truck right in front of me. Babe, I couldn't help myself, I actually followed him. Now this is the good part. He pulls into a driveway about three blocks from our house. I don't know where I got the guts, but I pulled in right behind him. He saw me and walked up to my truck. 

He said "Hello" and then he smiled. 

I got so wet babe, HE HAD AN ACCENT. He told me his name was Manny. It turns out that he is from South America, I think it was Brazil. He looked delicious. I figured I was in this deep I might as well go crazy. I told him how hot I thought he was and asked him if he would like to call me sometime. 

He said, "Definitely." 

So I gave him my number, smiled at him and backed out of the driveway. 

That night, babe, you know, when we had sex; in my mind I was fucking him. I was an animal that night, you remember. The next day, I swear I was so horny in the morning that I used my toy on myself. Every minute imagining this hot, young....Oh, I forgot to tell you, he's only 25..., dark god of a man impaling me with his cock. At twelve noon, my cell phone rang. 

He said, "Hello Anne Marie" in that sexy accent of his. 

My hand went right to my wet pussy. He asked if we could meet to "talk". I told him I would be their in five minutes.

When I pulled into his driveway he was waiting outside for me. He invited me in but I told him that I would rather talk a bit outside first. We walked around the side of his house and sat up against these two rocks in his yard. I told him that I was married and that from time to time my husband likes to share me. He asked me why I would want to fuck another man, if our sex life was as good as I said, and I told him that sometimes (ok, a LOT of the time) I just like to act really nasty. I also told him that I am a little addicted to big cock and that I could tell just from looking at him that he was big. He smiled and said that he was sure that I wouldn't be disappointed. He then asked me if he could kiss me. 

I just smiled and said, "No, not yet." 

We talked for a while more. He told me a little about himself. 

Then he asked again, "Can I kiss you?" 

This time his accent was just too much for me to take and I said "Yes, you may kiss me now." 

He leaned over and took my bottom lip in his mouth. He the traced my lips with his tongue, and finally after I couldn't take it anymore, he put his tongue inside my mouth. We sat there on the rocks and made out like teenagers until I told him I was ready to go inside.

He walked me up the porch steps and put his hand on my waist. I was worried that my pussy would drip all the way down my leg. I was wearing the short black skirt that you bought me and a short sleeve white top. Honey, before I left our house I took my panties and bra off. As we walked into his kitchen, I could feel my nipples popping through my shirt. My nipple ring was in plain site and my pussy was literally twitching. He asked me to sit down at the kitchen table, but I told him that I would rather see "upstairs". He walked me up to his bedroom, and at that moment sweetheart, I knew that I was now HIS slut. As soon as he shut the door, I jumped him. I licked his lips and my hands reached down and grabbed his tight ass through his jeans. He walked me over to his bed as we were kissing and laid me down on my back. All I can say babe is that at that very moment I was hotter than I have ever been before. 

It all hit me at once, the fact that I was here alone with this big, dark stud and that I was just moments away from having him use me as his fucktoy. I'm sorry, but the fact that you thought I was just running errands was a HUGE turn on. I got such a thrill in doing this without your knowledge and approval, that I was almost embarrassed with myself. Almost, but not quite.

He slowly pushed up my skirt and spread my legs wide. He stood over me and told me that I was dripping all over his bed. The he asked if he could taste me. I think I just giggled but he knew what I wanted. He slowly started to lick me. His tongue was soft and he licked from my ass to my clit like he was licking an ice cream cone. Damn, he might as well have been a professional pussy eater, because I was feeling things that I have never felt before. He put first one; then two; and finally three of his big fingers inside of me, while he sucked and licked my clit. My pussy swallowed them. I was moaning now and writhing around on the bed. When I came on his hand and his face, it was incredible. I actually squirted all over his face. He looked up at me, licked my juices off his lips and leaned over to feed me his fingers that were just inside of me. Baby, I licked and sucked them dry. I felt like such a whore sucking on his fingers like a cock. 

He stood back up and finally took off his shirt. His chest was incredible, his abs were like "BAM", and his stomach was so flat I just wanted to lick it. That is until he unbuttoned his jeans and they dropped to the floor. When he pulled his cock out...OH God...that beautiful cock (I'm gonna make myself cum while I'm writing this to you). When he pulled his cock out, I was the happiest little slut in the world. It is, umm how should I say this, quite a bit thicker than yours and a little longer too. It was the thickness that made my jaw drop. He spread my legs even further and looked me straight in the eyes while he entered me. Slowly at first, just teasing me with the thick head, just so I could get used to the thickness. Then he fucked me deep; deep and slow. His thick cock touched parts of my pussy that have never been touched at the same time before. He pumped me like this for a long long time, and all the while I was screaming and begging him not to stop. I kept telling him how fucking hot he was and how his thick cock was making me feel. He abruptly pulled out of me and roughly threw me over on to my belly. He pulled up my hips, so my ass was high up off the bed, and then he spread my pussy with his hands and put his cock inside of me again. Honey, he fucked me like this for what seemed like hours. He had me on my knees, ass up, and he fucked me like a whore. Every inch of his cock was now pounding me. I was so afraid the neighbors would here me begging for his cock. Although I tried to hold back, I started to cum again. Cumming in that position with a "Big" cock inside of me almost made me pass out. He kept pulling me back to him by my hips and thrusting deep inside of me. I came for like 45 seconds straight, and when I was just calming down I felt his cock start to throb. I knew he was about to cum. He pulled out of me and threw me on to my back. He brought that beautiful, brown cock to my lips and I took it in my mouth. Babe, he started to cum and I sucked every drop from him. I felt his HOT cum on the back of my throat and I felt it go all the way down to my belly as I swallowed. I have never seen a man cum so much, and babe, you would have been so proud of me, I swallowed every single drop. No mess. 

After milking every drop from his balls, we walked over to his computer and I pulled up that site where you posted my naked pictures. I showed him some of my pics and as we were both still naked, I could see that he was rock hard again. 

He then stood up and said "Come here, I have something to show you." 

Well, me being the "dumb blonde" that I am said, "Oh, ok sure, what is it?" 

He turned me around again, bent me over his bed and fucked me hard. I mean HARD. That's when my cell phone rang. I reached for it and saw your name come up. As he was pounding my pussy, I answered the phone. 

You said, "Hey babe, I just got home, what ya doing?" 

I told you that I was just finishing up with some errands and that I would be home in a few. It was at that moment that I realized that all kidding aside, I truly was a slut, a whore and any other nasty thing you could possibly think of. I mean I know we have fooled around a lot saying how slutty I was and all, but now there was no doubt about what I really was; what I really AM. 

After we hung up, he slammed me, honey, and after a while we both started to cum again. It was awesome to cum at the same time as him. He pulled out and finished cumming all over my ass. 

I finally was able to drag myself out of his house and come home to you. I kissed you when I got inside, and wondered if you could taste his cum on my lips and in my mouth. That night, I purposely didn't shower before bed, and if you remember correctly I made you kiss and lick my ass before I let you fuck me. I couldn't believe that you didn't notice how sticky it was and I still wonder if subconsciously you could taste him on me. When you put your dick inside of me, I have to admit I really didn't feel you all that much, but just thinking about you licking my ass, licking the places that Manny had cum in buckets, got me off again. 

Well, that's that. I'm HIS whore now, babe. At least for a little while. By the way, we are meeting him tonight for drinks. I think you're going to like him. You better, because I don't know if I could stop fucking him now, no matter what.

I love you. I'll see you tonight.

Forever Yours,

Anne Marie