0 comments/ 281816 views/ 56 favorites My Cheating Slut By: Dank I remember the very first time I made love to mom. It all started when I was around 19 years old. I went to a local University and was living at home. I was always one of those horny guys that cannot get enough sex. I mean I got plenty of sex from girls, but whenever I didn't go out I was still horny. I started to view mom as a sexy women rather than my mom. The more time I spent around her the hornier I got. She made me so hard, I had to do something. First of all mom is very hot for a 40-year-old women. She stands 5 foot 1, thin, light brown hair, hazel eyes, a nice round ass, and 32cc cup tits. My dad fucked my mom about once a week, and it would last only a few minutes. How did I know, well my parents always fucked at the same time at night. I heard them going at it one Saturday night. And every Saturday night at 12 a.m. since, dad fucked mom. I felt sad for her cause she was too hot to get fucked only once a week. I'd ram it into her cunt all the time if I had the chance. My usual routine after class was driving home and to smoke a bowl of some chiba. My mom was always driving down to see my grandmother all the time since she lived only 20 mins from our house or be shopping when I'd get home. My dad would work until 5 o'clock and since I finish school at 1, I'd plenty of time to smoke. I would always try to whack off before she got home. I would rummage through last nights laundry to dig up her panties from yesterday. Well one Friday when I thought she wasn't home, I decided to smoke another bowl on the back deck. My parent's room was located at the other end of the house opposite my bedroom. So when I got settled in I packed another bowl and headed towards out back when I heard noises coming from upstairs. I stuffed the bowl into my pocket and sneaked my way upstairs thinking it was some kind of intruder. What I saw next blew my mind away. The door to my parent's bedroom was half way open. I got an instant hard on when I saw this. There lay before was my mother on her back with each hand holding her legs apart getting her fucking pussy ripped apart by the neighbor. She was moaning and grunting screaming out words I've never heard her say before. "Fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt, please make my slut ass cum…uh uh uh uh, I want you to fuck my tight ass after you finish." Right in front of me my mother is getting fucked by the neighbor from down the street. I got the biggest hard on in the world watching this I couldn't stand it anymore, so I unzipped my jeans and whack off to the site of my mother getting fucked. I shot load after load after load of hot cum all over the carpet, and my clothes. I thought to myself "this is the perfect way for me to fuck my mom". Last Christmas I received a nice little mini camcorder, and it's got an excellent zoom on it too. I decided to put it in use and make it work for my advantages. My parents always did say, "Whenever you can get the upper hand take advantage of it." As I quietly pulled my pants back on and snuck back down stairs, I ran as fast as I could to my room. I loaded the camera up and was ready to go, I rushed back across the house to find out mom was still going at it. I turned the camera on right away pointing it at my mom as she started to climax. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming fuck." A flash shot across my mind " I just saw my mom screw another man besides my father." And I will soon be fucking her lovely pussy. Pounding my sweet 9inch cock in every hole she has to offer. I recorded their actions a little longer until the neighbor got dressed and mom went to the bathroom. I swiftly moved from their side of the house back to my room with a sound. I waited a few days to pass after all it was the weekend (I couldn't try and fuck my mom when dad was there.) I jerked off to the video all weekend long. When Monday came around I took action and made my move. I stayed home from school that day but when I woke up mom was nowhere to be found. I decided to prepare for the day. I jerked off (not wanting to cum to early), placed the video into the VCR, and grabbed a bottle of ky jelly. I was out back on the deck finishing up a joint when mom came home. "What the hell are you doing? What the fuck is that in your hand? Who gave this to you? What's the matter with you? Don't you know this shit is bad for you?" I quickly shut her up and told to follow me. I sat her down and should her the video. As the movie played her face lit up with shock. I snapped her out of it and told her if she didn't do as I say dad would see the video. She quickly agreed and said "Please don't tell your father." I assured her that I wouldn't and commanded her to strip her clothes off. "Please don't make me do this, anything but this. I'm your mother." I then reminded her of the video and she did as I said. I said to her "turn around and when your taking your panties off bend at the waist. I want to see your tight cunt" She was a bit hesitant at first but started to slowly strip her clothes off. As she reached down to pull her panties off I received the most beautiful view of my mother's tender ass and pink pussy lips. By this time I was already naked and waiting to fill her pink pussy with my sweet juice. I walked over towards her and said "Mom I love you and want to fuck you, I want you to be mine, do you want your son to fuck you mom huh? Do you want him to ram his cock in your tight ass." I pressed my lips against hers and invaded her mouth with my tongue. I kissed my way down to her ripe breast and sucked on them like I once did as a child. I started to notice that my sucking and biting was making her nipples hard and pussy very wet. With my other hand I went back and worth between her tits and rubbing her wet cunt. What a fucking slut my mother was. Without a word she dropped down to her knees and began to lick around cock. Flicking her tongue along the shaft, sucking both balls into her mouth. Slowly she licked her way back up my cock and plunged her mouth over my man hood. It was like heaven having your own mother suck you off. She kept up the sucking for a good 10 minutes until I couldn't take it any longer and exploded and gigantic load of cum deep down her throat. She tried her best drinking it all, but some spilled out of her mouth and down the sides of her cheeks. I stood her up and kissed her with love, sharing my cum between mother and son. She kissed me one more time and said "Follow me sweet heart I'm not done yet." She then grabbed held of my still hard cock and led me to her bed. She laid herself on the bed and spread her legs nice and wide for me to fuck her. I had other plans in mind. I flipped her over and started to spread KY over my cock and rubbing it inside of her tight asshole. She started to moan and cry from the pleasure, so I inserted a second finger and she became even louder. "O god baby not there, I've never..…it hurts, o god yea, yea." I positioned myself over her fine anal and began to rub the head of my cock around her hole. I grabbed held of her hip and began to inch my way in her tight anal passage. She was so damn tight. What a pity, dad has deprived mom of this beautiful thing. With every push mom got louder and louder, and more vocal. "Don't stop baby, don't stop….fuck your mommy's tight ass….oh fuck it hurts….fuck me harder baby." I couldn't deny my mother of her wish so I rammed my cock all the in. She screamed out in pain and pleasure. "Fuck your whore mother, fuck her good and hard". In and out as fast and as hard as I could to satisfy what she wanted. Screaming louder as her climax neared. "Fuck me harder, fuck me….oh god yes, fuck, oh god harder. Oh god I'm cumming, fuck." I was feeling my own climax building; I tried to hold back as long as possible but I exploded with another load of cum. Shot after shot I filled her tight little pussy with my seed. She was also having her own climax, shaking violently, struggling for air. Finishing off my last load in her ass I pulled out and leaned down and began sucking her ripe little pussy. When my mother cum's she cum's. She was dripping wet, she had cum all along her inner thighs, everything was covered. It tasted so warm and good, I licked her clean. We finished off embraced in each other arms kissing. "I love you baby." "I've wanted your cock for so long." "Why didn't you say anything?" "I was afraid you didn't want me." "Promise me you will never let anybody know about this." "Trust me mom, this is between me and you." "Besides mom I'm not done fucking you yet. We still have your hot pussy to fuck, and I can't wait for you so ride my cock." "What about dad?" "I'll still fuck dad once a week." "Who's got the bigger dick dad or me?" "Is it as big as mine? Does he fill your tight ass up? Can he fill that whore of a pussy you have up with his cock?" "No baby your cock is much bigger, it taste better, looks better, and fucks my tight ass so much better." "You make your mommy so wet and horny, sweet heart." "Make your slut mother cum again. Fill my hot cunt with your cum, I want you to fuck my pussy." We fucked three more times that day before my dad got home, he had no clue and still doesn't. It's been three years since mom and I first made love, now it's been our couple hundredths, and every time feels like the first. We still fuck everyday like animals and its great. Mom has stopped screwing other guy; on occasions I'll let mom fuck the neighbor. I love watching my slut mother get fucked by other men. Mom has become my lover instead of a mom. And I love every bite of it. More to cum on mom and me next time. My Cheating Slut She thought I was out, safely tucked up in my office and of no threat. But I'm smart. Smarter than her. I'd got wise to her little games. I had suspected before, of course. Oh yes, it wasn't the first time that I had reckoned my bitch of a wife had cheated. Furtive telephone calls taken at odd times; purchases of new and more alluring clothes; more frequent visits to the hairdresser. All these changes had led me to one simple and inevitable conclusion: Michelle was having an affair. In the past I had come close to catching her out a few times – once in particular. I'd come home early from work and passed a young tradesman – a plumber, I think – just leaving the house. His guilty smile as he hopped into his vehicle told me everything I needed to know. Inside the house Michelle was in her bathrobe – unusual for her during the day. She was standing over the sink washing a wine glass. Another glass stood upside down on the drainer. She was clearly surprised to see me home at that hour and as she turned to me I could see that she was still flushed. As I embraced her I could still smell the man on her, his masculine scent mixed with the unmistakable aroma of perspiration and sex. Of course, I should have confronted her there and then, got the whole thing out in the open. But, whilst my anger was rising, strangely, another part of me was rising as well. I was confused. My mind was sending messages to my body that I didn't fully understand. Here was my young, beautiful wife – my treasure – still reeking of a man who had obviously just fucked her, and I was getting an erection you could hang your coat on! I had turned away from Michelle, embarrassed by my body's display of arousal, and made an excuse to go and shower. I could still feel the blood pounding through my swollen shaft as I stripped off and stepped beneath the warm, cascading water. As the down pouring water cleansed my body – if not my mind – I masturbated to a very quick climax, shooting the entire contents of my balls onto the floor of the stall. But despite my confusion on that day so many weeks ago, I was still determined to catch Michelle in the act of adultery – perhaps now more than ever. My plan had been simple in the extreme. I am usually a creature of habit; leaving for work each day at much the same time and – normally – returning in the same regimented fashion. But a man could change. Couldn't he? I had told my office that I would not be in at all that day and that I would not be contactable – they could survive without me for one day, I reasoned. As far as my wife was concerned it was a normal day. 8am found me kissing her cheek goodbye, taking my briefcase from the hall stand, patting my pocket for keys and closing the front door securely behind me. But I wasn't going to work. I wasn't going to walk the half-mile to the railway station and catch the 8.30 express to the city. I had left the back door unlocked and, while Michelle took her morning shower, I crept surreptitiously back into the house. I could hear the running of water from upstairs stop just as I padded silently into my den and closed the door. I had been just in time, I guessed. My mind was a turmoil of thoughts. Two days previously, my wife had received another of her secret telephone calls and I had overheard her arranging a meeting with someone for early that morning. Of course, it could have been completely innocent; a girlfriend perhaps. But I doubted it. If the call and subsequent appointment was without guilt, then why all the secrecy? I didn't have long to wait before I found out the truth. At a clearly pre-arranged time, Michelle descended the stairs and walked straight to the back door. She had dressed in a nice silky black shirt and black slacks. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly in a pony-tail and she was bare-foot. I had to admit she looked very sexy. I heard the glass door slide back effortlessly on its runner and then muffled voices. Slowly and carefully I opened the door to my den – just a crack. I still couldn't see the back door but I could hear the voices better and also had a good view of the lounge. I felt my heart beat faster as my wife returned to the lounge. Her visitor was just behind her, their hands clasped together like teenaged lovers. Damn! It was that same son-of-a-bitch plumber that had grinned at me all those weeks ago. I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck rising and had to calm myself physically. There was no point in confronting them yet, there was really nothing to confront them with. It was obvious that the young tradesman had not come to work on any of our kitchen appliances. There was no sign of any overalls or tool bag and he had dressed casually for the warm weather: light coloured shorts, sports shirt and sunglasses. He also sported a pair of leather sandals, which he kicked off and left by the door. For a moment I was stunned by the paradox: he was clearly not concerned about fucking my wife but seemed more anxious about scuffing my carpet with his shoes! I watched silently as Michelle led the young man into the lounge. They embraced in the centre of the room; their arms entwined about each other's bodies and their lips mashed together lustily. It was also a noisy kiss. Tongues darted in and out of mouths and slurped greedily. Suddenly Michelle broke the kiss and stood back. She had a wicked look on her face and stared straight at her lover as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Neither the young tradesman or I could keep our eyes from straying from her body as slowly - oh so slowly – Michelle shrugged the silken garment from her shoulders and revealed to us both her wonderful, large tanned breasts. Still standing in the centre of the room, barefoot and now topless, Michelle grinned at the other man. "You now." She said coolly. "I can already see you want me." Michelle was not wrong. I followed her gaze to the front of the young mans shorts and quickly saw that he was sporting a large, hard bulge in the front. And he was not alone. The aching sensation from my own groin told me that it had happened again: the sight of my wife with another man had given me a hard-on! I watched as Michelle reached out and touched the front of her lovers' shorts. The bulge twitched and a low moan escaped the young mans lips. His trembling hands caressed the soft slopes of her breasts as she squeezed gently at his crotch and his fingers flicked – not too softly, either – at the swollen pink buds of her nipples. Both Michelle and they other man were moaning now, seemingly lost in their own lust for each other. They kissed again – more fervently this time – their hands exploring, fondling, groping. Michelle was breathless when at last the wet kiss was broken. "Let's get naked!" she panted. I could see her breasts heaving and a sheen of perspiration already coating them as she virtually tore at the expensive designer slacks that she had bought on our last shopping trip. I had never seen her wear them before and now I knew the reason why. I wondered how many other items of clothing she had bought that were intended to please her lover (or lovers?) rather than me. When the adulterous couple were finally completely naked, I watched them again fall into each other's arms. It seemed that they could hardly keep their hands off each other and for Michelle's part her fingers went straight to the solid erection that was standing proud between the young mans legs. He groaned again – deeply this time – as her cool fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. His hands, that were resting on her shoulders, began to push her downwards. Michelle knew instinctively what he wanted – as did I – and with a little crooked smile she dropped to her knees in front of him. My own erection ached beneath my suit pants as I watched the young tradesman's head roll back and his eyes close. Michelle's fingers were working him expertly; gently pulling back his foreskin and stroking up and down the length of his shaft with careful, practised motions. I massaged and squeezed the front of my pants and groaned inwardly. The feeling of lust was beginning to encompass my whole body. As I watched Michelle kneeling on the floor at her lovers' feet I unzipped my suit pants and pulled my cock out. I felt so hot and turned on that I couldn't resist squeezing the head gently. The young mans cock looked inflamed and swollen as Michelle caressed it. She gazed at the turgid weapon with a look that belied her excitement, opened her mouth and then guided the whole length between her soft, painted lips. The young man cried out his ardour and his hands went to the back of her head, pulling her towards him and burying half the length of his shaft deep in her throat. Her hands were on his balls, stroking and teasing the sensitive flesh and she tilted her head back just a little further and I watched his entire cock disappear inch by inch into her windpipe. For several more minutes I watched my sweet bitch wife suck on another mans swollen tool and I have to say that it was one of the most exciting events that I'd ever witnessed. I stroked my own cock in time to her slurping, wet mouth as she devoured the appendage and had to stop and hold my breath on several occasions just to keep myself from climaxing onto the den carpet. It seemed that the young tradesman was also concerned about cumming too soon. He looked down at my wife as she gobbled him greedily. "Oh, baby," he panted, "not too much...mmm...I want to fuck you before I cum!" This, it seemed, was all Michelle wanted to hear. Her own fingers had been busy between her legs as she deep-throated the man and with a muffled moan of excitement, her whole body began to shudder in a series of small orgasms. "Oh, yes honey!" She breathed as his wet cock sprang from between her lips. "Fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy hard!" I had rarely heard my wife use this type of language, even during the infrequent times that we made love. I have always been a quiet lover and I had assumed that she was the same. But now, here she was, naked and wanton and begging a young plumber to fuck her hard. The young man did not need to be asked twice. With his cock swinging menacingly in front of him he bodily picked Michelle up and practically threw her against the low coffee table that dominated the centre of the room. "You want my cock, bitch?" He almost growled. By the way that Michelle opened her legs and peered back over her shoulder with a sly grin, her answer was very clear. "Mmmm! Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your bitch. Fuck your little married slut! Michelle placed her hands firmly on the table, spread her bare feet apart and pointed her ass upwards. She did indeed look like a slut. If I hadn't recognised her as the woman I'd been married to for the last three years I could have easily mistaken her for a cheap street-whore. The young man grunted as he moved up behind my wife. He placed his swollen, twitching weapon at the entrance to her shaven pussy and lunged forward. There was no tenderness, no finesse. The man simply rammed his entire length deep into my wife's warm, wet pussy. At that point I nearly came. It was a close thing and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. But Michelle had to suffer no such self-control and with a high-pitched cry she climaxed again. Her young lover grinned lewdly as he held her hips and thrust himself in again. It looked like a power trip for him: taking another mans wife and causing her to orgasm as soon as he entered her. But his recent exploration of Michelle's throat was beginning to tell on his face and he was clearly not going to be able to hold back for much longer. I could hear my wife groaning with every thrust. My own hand was back on my throbbing shaft now and I wanted – no, needed – to cum. I wasn't going to hold back any longer, I promised myself silently. I deserved to cum. Michelle had cum at least twice. Now it was my turn. My lip was still a little painful from the previous bite but, to stop from crying out, I had to bite once again. I could taste the blood that trickled into my mouth as my teeth closed and my cock convulsed. I screwed my eyes shut and pumped my hand faster as the sperm flew. My fingers were covered and as I slowly opened my eyes I saw a long streak of my own jism trickling down the door in front of me. "Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum for you!" The young mans voice dragged my mind quickly back to what was happening. Michelle had disengaged herself and way lying back on the sofa obscenely displayed with her legs open wide and her breasts heaving up and down. In a flash her lover was beside her. His cock seemed to swell to mighty proportions in his hand as he leaned over my wife and jerked himself furiously. I don't think I had ever seen another man cum before – at least not "live" and in front of me like this – and, perversely, I seemed unable to take my eyes off him. And then it happened. With a cry of triumphant satisfaction, Michelle's lover pulled back hard on his tool and pointed it directly at her heaving, sweat-glistened breasts. For a split second he remained motionless; eyes tight closed as he revelled in that brief moment of luxury before climax. A single twitch of his cock broke the scene as he came. Jet after jet of thick, white sperm roped from the tip of his penis and splashed against Michelle's breasts. She wriggled and used her hands to smear the gunge over herself paying particular attention to her nipples. She trembled slightly and I'd swear that she had another orgasm right then. Eventually the cheating couple collapsed in a heap on the floor. Their arms and legs entwined as they gently caressed each other and luxuriated in that post-coital moment. Now I had a choice. The man in me was instructing me to barge straight into the room and confront them – the evidence of the young tradesman's sperm between my wife's breasts enough to convince any sceptic. But my wilted penis told a different story. If I tore into them now, kicked Michelle out of my life and suggested what she could do with her lover, would I ever once again experience what I had experienced that morning? I had some thinking to do, I realised and, leaving my wife curled up in the arms of another man, I slipped out of the house. I needed time to gather my thoughts... That evening I returned home at what would have been the usual time. The two bites to my lower lip had caused it to swell a little and make my mouth look a little pouty. As my wife kissed me hello I flinched. "What happened to your lip?" "Nothing," I replied. "It's nothing." My mind had been turning over all day with the dilemma that currently presented itself. But now that I was home and I could almost taste the other man on Michelle's lips. My masculinity cursed my body as I could feel an erection once again straining in my pants. But this time I didn't turn away. This time I was not going to be embarrassed. It didn't take my slut of a wife long to notice. "Well," she started, as she looked down at my bulging crotch, "this doesn't look like nothing!" I swallowed hard. It was time to make a stand. "Then suck it...BITCH!" I looked into Michelle's suddenly surprised face and wondered how she was going to react. I closed my eyes and waited for a hand to slap my face hard. Nothing came. Instead, I heard a rustling as she dropped to her knees and felt her fingers tremble as they gripped the zipper of my pants and lowering it. And then I felt her fingers; her mouth; her lips as she caressed me exquisitely. The last thing I remember before blowing my load deep into my wife's throat was that I had already made my choice. And it was most definitely the right one! My Cheating Slut-Wife I'd known for years that she'd been cheating; it had been so obvious, but until now, I'd never had any real conclusive proof. Until now. Seeing your wife bouncing up and down on another man's lap can have serious effects on a man; different guys will react in different ways, but when I caught my wife, Casey, in just such a situation, a rush of differing emotions ran through me. Yes, I was angry, obviously. Yes, I was a little hurt. But, also, I was excited. Seeing her naked apart from stockings and high heels as she rose and fell on her lover's lap, gasping loudly as his large penis penetrated her vagina had my heart beat racing and my groin twitching uncontrollably. It was a sight that I wasn't likely to forget and it made me suddenly realise the attraction that all those guys felt who enjoyed watching their wives' in action. But I couldn't let Casey know how I felt - at least, not yet. There was much to be gained by the situation first and I was going to milk it for all I could. It wasn't often that I got the upper hand on my wife! "Oh John, I'm so sorry!" She bleated after I'd unceremoniously booted her young lover out onto the street. "Please forgive me!" I watched her twist and turn in her embarrassment as she tried everything she could to get me and my bank account back on her side. "It wasn't my fault," she lied, "it was his idea - he seduced me!" "Don't make it worse by lying, Casey. Can you think of one good reason why I shouldn't kick you out as well? Cut you off without a penny?" "Oh, please John, no. I'll do anything! Please let me make it up to you!" I watched the false tears begin. I was under no misapprehension about our marriage; Casey married me for my money and her tears were those of poverty concern. I looked down at her coldly as she sat still semi naked on the sofa her head in her hands and weeping synthetic tears. She looked so vulnerable and sexy and I still had an erection. "You want to make it up to me?" I asked. She looked up and nodded vigorously, her face breaking into a wet, lopsided smile. "Okay, well you can start by sucking MY cock for a change!" I sat in an arm chair and undid my pants. Easing my hard tool out, I watched her crawl on hands and knees towards me. She made a good job of it that was for sure. Thinking abut her credit cards being sliced up ensured a level of sexual expertise that she had not shown me for a long time - although, I'm sure that she had practised enough on others! As her velvet textured mouth gobbled me down and her long, cool fingers teased and tickled the underside of my balls, I quickly realised that I was not going to last very long. I wanted her to be punished more than this, but I also wanted to see her with another man again. And then the idea hit me. As my balls contracted and my seed coursed into her open, willing mouth, I came up with the answer: Watch her get gang-banged! With Casey still under threat of being kicked out and her spending curtailed for her indiscretion, it wasn't difficult to get her to agree to my idea. I had planned her humiliation well. It would go like this: Some friends were having a fancy dress ball at their home that weekend. I would attend the bash alone, telling our friends that my wife would not be able to make it due to a previous engagement. Casey would then turn up anonymously dressed in a black witches costume complete with mask to hide her face. I also knew that all three of the Jackson brothers would be attending the party, they often did work for me and so I knew that they could be trusted to do what I asked of them. Also, I knew them all to be really horny bastards! I grabbed a quick sandwich in my office on Saturday evening before setting out for the bash. It was 8pm when I left and I guessed that the party would be in full swing by the time I arrived. Casey and I had agreed that she would arrive, replete in her witches costume, at around 9:30. I had already primed the Jackson brothers, but the extra time before my wife arrived would be useful for going over some of the finer details. I didn't want them to know it was Casey that they were going to fuck - I had them believe that it was an old girlfriend who had humiliated me by publicly dumping me. As soon as I entered the lounge room at my friend's house I became agitated. Contrary to our agreement, Casey was already there. As we had planned, she virtually ignored me and mingled with the rest of the guests, chatting and laughing but never removing her mask. I decided that although the plan hadn't worked perfectly, I would still go along with it - besides, the Jackson brothers were there as well and from the amount of empty beer cans that were beside them I guessed that they would not be too happy if I had cancelled their fun! One by one the three brothers danced with Casey; twirling her around the floor and taking every opportunity they could to grab a tit or a cheek of her ass. Casey just laughed as they manhandled her - I could hardly believe what a slut I'd married! By midnight, my wife had danced with just about every man at the party - both single and married - and I had seen her get felt up on several occasions. I looked across at Brian Jackson, the elder of the three brothers and indicated to him that it was time. Slowly he sauntered over to Casey and his younger brother, Phil. They had been drunkenly swaying around the room loosely in time to the music. A brief, whispered conversation ensued before Brian, Phil and their other brother, Mark, led my wife out into the warm, night air of the rear garden. I took a deep breath and tried to control my racing heart beat. Counting slowly to fifty before I made my move, I wanted to give them a little time to get started before I went outside and joined them myself. My ears picked up their sounds long before I saw them. In fact, I had a task finding them at all, but eventually I located the four of them in the semi-darkness of the summer house at the end of the garden. I had already decided that stealth was my better option and so, slowly and silently, I positioned myself by the widow that afforded me the best view point and settled down to watch. "You're a right little tease, aren't you?" I heard Brian say as he lifted Casey up and sat her on the edge of an old table. "I think you need to be taught a lesson!" He nodded at Mark who suddenly produced a roll of duct tape. I had insisted that there be no violence and so wasn't particularly worried at this the brothers' improvisation, all they were interested in was good, solid fuck without having to listen to my wife bitch! Casey struggled a little as they placed the duct tape over her mouth, but with two brothers holding her firmly, there was little she could do about it. I was pleased to see that the Jackson's had paid attention to my instructions and were not attempting to remove her mask and expose her face. They were, however, interested in exposing other parts of her! As soon as the tape was secured over Casey's mouth, the three men started to feel her up properly. Her large boobs received the first attention and from the way they bounced under the black fabric of the dress when the male hands groped them, I felt certain that she wasn't wearing a bra. My suspicions were confirmed moments later when Brian pulled the front of the dress open and her superb 38C breasts tumbled out. The Jackson's hands were everywhere now. Casey's breasts were groped and her nipples pinched and squeezed as Phil kneeled between her legs and hitched the flared skirt of her dress up to her waist revealing tiny black thong panties that barely covered her pussy. The panties didn't last long either and were quickly removed and discarded on the floor. I could hear Casey's muffled groans and gasps as fingers probed her clitoris and the moist depths of her hot cunt. I knew that my wife was a hot slut, but even I was surprised when a moment later she howled through the tape and her legs began to shudder as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. "Don't let her relax," cried Brian as he began to lift the twitching woman in his arms. "Let's turn her over and get some of that fucking pussy, boys!" Again, his two brothers assisted Brian as they flipped my wife over onto her belly and draped her legs over the side of the table. Brian pushed her skirt up to her waist again and exposed her pale, rounded buttocks. In a second his pants were down around his ankles and I saw his large, thick cock standing ready at attention. With his hands in the small of her back he kicked her legs open and moved into position. Casey was already very wet; I could just make out the moisture as it glistened between her legs in the half light. And then suddenly, with one deep thrust, Brian was inside her. His strokes were frantic and excited as he began to plough into Casey's body. Phil and Mark stood back and slightly to one side their pants open and each slowly masturbating as they watched their brother fuck my wife. It was like a scene from a porn movie; Brian between Casey's legs and humping himself into her for all he was worth. He was going like a steam train, thrusting his dick up high into her pussy and slapping her buttocks with each stroke. "Ah! Jeez...I'm gonna cum!" he cried a few minutes later as he pulled out of her sopping, open hole. With a trembling hand he held his cock poised over her buttocks and rubbed himself off briskly. With a deep groan he started to cum. I was close enough to be able to see his thick, white seed erupting from the end of his cock and splash onto Casey's red buttocks. "My turn now!" Yelled Phil as he pushed his elder brother out of the way and sank himself straight into the hole that Brian had just vacated. "Oh shit! She's one hot little bitch, aint she!" "Go for it, Phil!" shouted Mark as he began to pull on his dick a little faster, "Fuck her hard!" "Gonna do just that, bro!....mmmmm...she's so fucking hot up here! Damn nice, man!" Phil began a good steady rhythm as Casey continued to mumble into her makeshift gag. I guessed that she had cum again by the way that the red skin on her buttocks was rippling and her legs were trembling uncontrollably. Phil rammed my wife's sloppy pussy for a full fifteen minutes before he finally climaxed. Following his brothers lead, and as I'd requested, he pulled out of her body a second before ejaculation. His sticky issue flew powerfully through the air and landed, mingling with his brother's, on her buttocks and lower back. Casey moaned and arched her back deeply as she felt his seed scorch her sensitive skin. As an afterthought, Phil moved to the front of the table and smeared his wet cock over Casey's face and then wiped himself off using a handful of her thick, black hair. It was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. "Time for you to get some, little brother!" Brian chided his sibling. Mark stepped forward with his throbbing cock at the ready. It seemed that Casey was to be given no rest at all. For a second Mark stood still and just let the tip of his cock wander slowly up through the wet folds of my wife's cunt. He seemed thoughtful as if trying to make up his mind about something. "I don't fancy her cunt much!" he said as we all watched a mixture of semen and pussy juice oozing from between her lips. "Pop her in the ass, then!" Cried Phil, encouraging his younger brother on. I heard Casey's muffled protests as she heard the young man's words, but Brian and Phil held her down tightly as Mark smiled and positioned himself against her tight back hole. As he began to push his manhood against her ring, I could see the small hole strain to accept him. He pushed a little harder and Casey moaned again. I smiled, this was the sort of humiliation that I wanted her to experience. Mark spat on his dick and pushed once more. With a muffled squeal from Casey her ass opened and accepted his hard tool. At first he went slowly, generously allowing her body to respond to him. Casey's cries had now turned to moans and sighs of pleasure and Mark took this as an encouraging sign. His speed began to increase as he reamed her back door pausing occasionally to give her spread buttocks a friendly slap. From Casey's groans it was obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying the rather brutal attention and her whole body stiffened and shook as she went into yet another rippling climax. Mark's stamina held out for only a few more seconds until he began to gasp. His head flew back and his eyes closed as I watched his body spasm and jerk forwards. He remained buried in my wife's ass while he came. I felt a little cheated at not being able to see him climax over her, but figured that it was too late for him to withdraw. Casey jerked back and forth with the power of Mark's orgasm, her body filling with his seed until Mark fell back, his cock slipping from her abused butt. He nearly collapsed on the floor his legs were so jelly-like. The abused woman lay prone over the table, her limp legs hanging listlessly over the edge as thick, creamy liquid seeped obscenely from both her dilated holes. I had a raging erection myself and vowed that as soon as the lads had left I would take her myself. "Oh, there you are! Sorry I'm late, the damn car broke down!" The voice behind me was horrifyingly familiar and gave me a hell of a start. I whirled around, my hand still squeezing the crotch of my pants. My mind turned confused somersaults as my wife stood breathlessly in front of me making final adjustments to her WHITE witches costume. "B...b...but...what?..." I was finding it hard to string together a coherent sentence. "What's the matter, John?" she said as she pulled up the bodice of the dress into a more comfortable position. I looked back in through the window. The Jackson's had left now and the woman - whoever she was - was trying to put her clothes back into some sort of dress order. "Who the hell is she!" I blurted in a horse whisper. Casey looked in through the window and smiled. "No idea," she said casually, "but it looks like she just enjoyed herself! Now, when are we going to get started with this gang-bang idea of yours?" Pulling Casey in through the back door of the main house, I was just caught by the hostess, our friend Paula. "Hello John," she smiled, "and Casey too, I didn't think you could make it tonight!" "Er..yes..well...er..." "And look, you're wearing a costume nearly the same as my daughter's - apart from the colour it's almost identical! By the way, have you seen Julia? She seems to have disappeared. I hope she's not getting into any mischief!" Making my excuses, I bundled a confused Casey out of the door. I didn't think that Paula would be that impressed if I'd told her what sort of mischief her eighteen year old daughter had been getting herself into!