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Dustin's Wife Ch. 01

By: alparker



This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.

This is a series about a couple guys who wanted to get back at an asshole at work, which so many of us do. The guy's wife, who is innocent of any wrong doing, is the instrument of that payback.

This is a made up story and the characters are made up also. It is based on some real experiences, for instance; I lived with a woman who could climax by simply having her tits fondled and sucked, nothing else just tittie play.

I also know from experience that if you can get your naked cock into a married or single woman's hand and if she doesn't rip it off, hurt you in some way, scream loud enough to wake the dead or just let go and walk away, then you are going to get sucked, fucked or jerked off. A couple drinks don't hurt.

Women love secrets. When I was younger I was an amateur photographer and I was amazed at how much clothing I could remove and how much flesh I could touch for the sake of a 'good picture'. And never did a boyfriend or husband come looking for me.

It started as a single story but as many writers and readers know, you sometimes get a character that you enjoy so much you don't want to see them leave. That's what happened here. I wanted to know more about them and their backstory. I like the character of Vicki and in a perfect world, she would be my ideal woman, of course I would also need a best friend I trusted enough to fuck her with me. That's tough to find.

I tried to write in the style of the 'Traveler's Companion' paperbacks I read as a teenager. With protracted oohs and ahhs and various sounds for grunts and groans and long drawn out I'm cumming. It's tough to put the sounds made during sex into a readable context, and to just say - they came - seems to deny the passion and intensity of a really good orgasm. Kinda like those people who make a tiny whispered 'choo' when they sneeze.

Finally, I am a romantic. What started as a sex for revenge story ends up being a love story. So if you are one who doesn't believe in love or that good sex and love can't go together then don't read past chapter 5. Oh, the remaining chapters are still filled with raw sex and uncontrollable urges, but in a less angry fashion.

I gauge my stories by how many times I have to stop writing and handle a rising problem. Chapter one is a two boner.

I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife.

Dustin's Wife

Pt. 1: Vicki Cheats

Dustin was the biggest asshole that ever worked in the shop. He was always trying to kiss up to the shop foreman, Andy. He was the worst worker but he walked around like he was king shit. Telling everyone what they were doing wrong about the job and in their personal life.

"Hey Mikester." Mike hated when he called him that. "You know what you shoulda done with your wife? Keep her on her guard. Keep questioning her about where she's going, who she's seeing. You gotta be the boss with women. If she knew you'd beat the crap outta her, maybe she wouldn't have run off. Yep. Control, thats the key."

Mike's wife left him a couple years ago and it was still a sore spot. Now this dick was picking at that sore.

"Like you fucking know, peckerhead."

"Heyyy. Don't get mad at me cause she left. I got my wife on a short leash. She so much as looks at another guy, I give her a slap on the ass so hard it makes her eyes tear up. He slapped his hand down on the lunch table. "Don't even think it, bitch. I say. That pulls her right back in line. She knows I'll beat her like a drum if she fools around and then leave her with no money."

Mike smiled thinking that this scrawny fuck couldn't beat up a turd. His wife must be some scared mousey little thing.

"What the fuck's going on in here?" Andy heard the noise and thought there was trouble.

"Oh nutting boss." Dustin whimpered and ran back to the work area.

"You okay?" Andy asked after Dustin was gone. "I don't have to worry about you putting a hammer in his skull, do I?" He asked, smiling.

"No." Mike laughed. "I'd like to, but I won't. He was just giving me advice on how to handle women."

"Him?? Women? He don't know shit about womem." Andy sat down and lit a smoke. They were friends. Went fishing together a couple times a month. Went to each others for bar-b-ques. His wife had died a while back and he was still single. Mike asked him once why he never remarried.

"Cause I don't trust em. I trusted my wife. I know she never cheated, she wasn't the type. But the women I've met since she died, man oh man, cock hungry whores most of them. I have screwed more married women in the past five years. It's gotten to the point I can tell if a woman is a cheater just by looking at her. And you'd be surprised how many there are."

"Dustin said control is the answer. His wife is under control." Mike said

"What? Bullshit. You ever met his wife?" Andy's face lit up when he talked about her. Mike shook his head.

"A goddess. It's hard to believe a dick like him could have such a good looking wife. She's in her early 30's, I'd guess. Beautiful face, tits out to here and an ass made for fucking. But he treats her like crap. Maybe it's because he knows he's a 4 and she's a 14." He licked his lips.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Primo grade 'A' pussy there. I was over at his place one Sunday, he was trying to suck up and get more money. We went out back and she was there sunbathing in the back yard. He screamed at her to get her ass in the house and put some clothes on. She ran scared into the house but not so fast that I couldn't see them big tits jiggling and that sweet ass. Oh man that ass. I could fuck that for a week straight."

He stopped and stared off into space for a moment. "Funny thing." He looked at Mike again.

"Dustin had his back to her and just as she got to the sliding door, she stopped and smiled at me. Not a scared or embarassed smile. But the kind of smile that gets your dick hard. She tossed her hair back and went inside. Didn't see her again the rest of the day."

"Okay, Mr. I can tell by looking, is she cheating?" Mike laughed.

"If she ain't, she's going to." He said, seriously. "And I would love to be there when she does. Umm, umm, ummm."

His assessment gave Mike an idea. "I think I might know a way we can make that happen, if you're game. If he really is as jealous and controlling as he claims, we'll either both get some pussy or both go to jail."

"Count me in." He said and shook Mike's hand. "Now get your ass back to work."

Mike knew they were looking for a swing shift boss and Dustin would be chomping at the bit to get get the job. He talked to Andy and after he heard the plan, Andy said he would tell Dustin that he was thinking of him for the position. It was Andy's birthday in a couple days and the plan was to not invite Dustin to a party, while dropping hints that Andy wanted to talk about the job.

"Me and a couple other guys and their wives are taking him to Clint's for a birthday party. Nothing special."

"Clint's? How come I wasn't invited?"

"We didn't think you and your wife went for hanging out with the guys."

"My wife don't go much for social functions. She's a stay at home type. But I can be there. I never been to Clint's. Where is it?"

Mike figured he'd say that. A guy as jealous as him would want to keep the wife at home. "Great. Then I won't be the only guy going stag."

"Right." He said. "The other guys are bringing their wives?"

"Yeah. You know Andy has a thing about family since his wife died. He may notice that you and I are the only ones without wives but I got an excuse. That's why I figure I ain't getting too many promotions, being single and all. But it's all good. I make enough for me." Mike left him there, thinking.

About 20 minutes later he asked what time and where Clint's was. Mike told him 8:30 that would get him there 30 minutes after the others. Then he asked if it was dress up or could they come casual. They??? Good.

Andy almost busted a gut when Mike told him about the expression on Dustin's face when he said the promotion thing.

"I don't give a fuck about family. Hell I don't care if a guy has two wives, a mistress and is banging his sister on the side if he can do the job." Andy stood up and grabbed his coat . "Let's get to Clint's and see if your plan worked. To pussy." He said, finishing his beer.

"To married pussy." Mike said and followed him.

Clint's is more a tavern than a resturant. Low lights, pool tables, some food and tables and it's loud. The tables near the wall were the darkest. There was one booth in this little alcove that was called the jerk off table because it was so dark you could get a hand job or even a blow job there and no one could see. Andy said he had gotten blown by a boss's wife in that booth.

When they got there the stage was set. None of the guys had brought their wives. Clockwise, the seating was Andy in a chair at the end, then Mike and Joe in the booth with two empty spaces at the far end. Dave, Jim and Chris were in the outside chairs. When Mike turned to talk to Andy, he couldn't see the far end of the booth. 'This just might work.' he thought.

Mike saw Dustin at the door. He HAD brought his wife and Andy was right, she was a stunner. He wondered how a peckerhead like him got a sex pot like her. They walked over. It's showtime.

"Hey guys, Happy birthday Andy." He set a gift on the table.

"Thanks." Andy said. "Grab a seat." He pointed to the far end.

"Aren't you going to indroduce me?" His wife asked when Dustin started to move.

"Oh yeah. Guys this is my wife, Vicki."

"Hi."

"Hi Vicki." Everyone called out.

Dustin leaned in to whisper to Mike. "I thought you said there were going to be other wives here."

He shrugged his shoulders. "There were supposed to be."

"And you said 8:30."

Andy heard that and said. "How come you are late? I can't stand it when people are late. Reflection of their work ethic." 

Man, he was good. Get Dustin paranoid so he will be sure to try and defend himself and leave the lovely Vicki at the mercy of who ever was sitting beside her. Which was going to be Mike. Dustin wasn't happy as he went around the table and sat next to Joe.

Vicki wasn't really beautiful but cute. Jet black hair almost shoulder length, pert little nose, nice cheeks, big eyes and thick lips. More Courtney Cox than Julia Roberts. But the body. That was something else. Like Pamela Anderson, her first set of fake tits not the second. Vicki's tits were full and round like oversized cantaloupes and walking away she showed two perfect asscheeks that seemed to form a heart. She was only about 5'5" but she made the most of it. There was a wiggle in her walk that belied the frumpy housewife image. 

Andy and Mike were laughing and joking just waiting for Dustin to make his move. It took about 15 minutes and a couple beers and he asked Joe if he could sit there. 

"Fuck off." Joe said. 

He then squeezed past his wife and asked Chris if he could take his seat. Chris looked at the space beside Vicki and started to get up. This could go south real fast.

"Take my seat, Dustin." Mike said, getting up. "I know you got stuff you want to talk to Andy about."

"Thanks Mikester."

Mike was having second thoughts about trapping the unsuspecting woman but when he called him that, they left. "I'll go stand at the bar."

"Bullshit." Andy said. "Go sit down there by Vicki. She won't bite." He looked at Dustin. "Will she?" He shook his head no. "Hey Vicki." Andy shouted, pretending to be drunker than he was. "I'm sending Mike down there. Don't bite him." He laughed.

They figured if the boss told him to sit by the woman, then Dustin couldn't protest. He didn't look happy but didn't say a word. Mike went to the end and she stood up so he could sit by Joe. It was so loud Mike had to lean in to introduced himself. She shook his hand and he watched her tits jiggle. Soft skin. In a little while that hand would be on his cock. 

"So what do you do?" Mike threw out to guage her mood.

"I'm a housewife." She said smiling. She looked at him for a sec but then went back to staring at her husband.

"Kinda rude of him to just leave a sexy lady on her own."

"What?" That got her attention. "No. It's alright. He needs to talk about his promotion."

"If I had a wife as pretty as you I wouldn't leave her sitting by herself."

"Some wives can be trusted on their own." She shot back. 

Mike thought that was a dig about his own situation and now was even more determined to get the snooty bitch on her knees. She smiled at him. She was working on her second beer. Andy ordered a couple pitchers and one was pushed to the end of the table. Mike poured a beer and settled back.

"So he leaves you alone a lot?"

"Not often. Besides, I'm not alone, there's a lot of people here and if I scream because your hand is on my knee, those people will hear me. Including my husband." She pushed his hand away and raised her glass to drink.

"Was that your knee? I thought it was mine."

Mike had never actually seen anyone do a spit take until now. She spit beer across the table and looked at him, giggling. Mike looked over and saw that Dustin hadn't even noticed her actions. 

"Does that work?" She asked when she recovered.

"Only on women with pink nipples." Mike said.

"Not this time." She said. 

A look of surprise crossed her face and her eyes got real big when she realized what she had just admitted. She downed the rest of her glass. He refilled it. He was looking at her chest and she put her hands over her tits.

"Oh my god." She blushed. "Stop looking."

"I was wondering if they were brown or pink. Now I know. Do they get darker, redder, when you're excited?"

"You are a pig." Vicki snapped.

"Can I see them?"

"No! Stop talking like that."

"I heard there's a party in your mouth and I was hoping to come."

"If you don't stop talking like that."

"What? You'll tell your very jealous husband that I asked to see your cute little pink nipples? He might be interested in how I know what color they are."

Her face paled at that. "Don't tell him, please. He gets mad if I even talk to a man. He'll explode if he thinks I told you about my ... just don't please?"

"Okay I won't. So what color panties are you wearing?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I like a woman who begs" He grabbed her hand and pulled it into his lap.

"What are you doing?" She whispered in a startled tone.

Mike pulled his dick out earlier and talking to her had gotten it semi-hard. The warmth of her touch was getting him harder. 

"Let go of my hand" She struggled to pull away. 

He put her hand on his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it and held them closed. 

"Oh my god. Are you crazy? Stop that."

"You had better calm down or your husband might notice and ask what's going on." Mike said flatly. She looked at him with daggers but calmed down. She looked at Dustin. He was talking and didn't notice.

"I'll tell him..."

"Tell him what?" Mike interrupted. "After you told me you have little strawberry nipples just ripe for sucking, I made you jerk me off under the table? Would you believe that if you found him with his fingers in some broad's snatch? And even if he does believe it, he'll still be pissed at you."

"See there's the flaw. He won't believe you." She said confidently.

"You'll have to explain why your big pink nipples are sticking out."

"Bastard!"

"How about if we both stand up with your hand on my cock and I shout, 'Hey Dusty, look at this?"

"Oh my god! Please don't."

Vicki knew she was in trouble and was trying to come up with an excuse her husband would believe and not blame her as to why a stranger's dick was in her hand. Suddenly her eyes got bigger as Mike's cock got stiffer.

Mike was proud of his dick. It wasn't massive but it was thick. His wife use to say, when they were on friendlier terms, it was 6x6. 6" long and 6" around. As thick as the wrist of the hand he was holding. It throbbed and he felt her grip tighten. 


"Holy shit. What IS that?" She whispered. 

She looked at his lap and then at his face. He smiled. 

"That's all me sweetie and I'm picturing your soft lips sliding up and down from the balls to the tip." She tried to pull her hand away again. Mike started moving it up and down.

"You can't talk to me like that. I'm a married woman. Let go of my hand - NOW. You are such a bastard." She whisper shouted at him.

"I would think a married woman could give a better hand job. I hope you fuck better than you do this?" He said sarcastically.

Vicki took offense at that. "YOU will never know. I'm not exactly a willing partner here, so what do you expect?" Did he hear defeat in her voice?

What Mike expected was for a wife to keep fighting to get free and not tell a stranger that she gives a better hand job if she wants. He realized she was no longer struggling and was letting him slide her fist on his dick, she even started the downstroke when she felt the ridge of the head.

"Is your husband's cock this thick?"

She looked at him, biting her lip. 

"I am not going to talk to you about the size of my husband's ... how much longer are you going to make me do this?"

"Not much longer if you get better at it."

Her hand was sliding easier now. He was surprised at how much of the movement was her. He barely needed any pressure at all to move her hand. Mike noticed her breathing was getting deeper. Maybe Andy was right. He moved his hand to her wrist. She kept her fist closed around his pecker on her own and kept pulling it. Mike spit into his other hand and used it to lube.

"That's disgusting." She said.

"I'd rather use your spit but I don't guess you'd be willing to...." He nodded to his lap.

"No." She said. "Please don't make me do this. I'm married." 

"Okay. How about this? You take off your panties and let me play with your pussy and you can stop pulling my dick?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore." 

She turned her head away. Mike decided to take a chance and let go of her wrist. Vicki continued to jerk his cock with no help from him. She increased the speed and pressure. She did full strokes and quick half strokes. She even loosened her grip and readjusted where she held him. Her position was better than where he put her. She knew a lot about jerking guys off.

"Oh yeah." He groaned when she increased the speed.

"Was that a complaint?" 

She turned back to him with a little smile on her face. In the darkness it looked like there was a sparkle in her eye. She looked at his lap and stopped moving her hand. She didn't pull it away, just stopped moving it.

"I guess you do give a better handjob when you want to."

"You think you're clever, don't you? I could bend this thing in half and really hurt you." She said.

"Hadn't thought of that." Mike confessed. "I hope you don't." 

She pulled her hand away and stood up. She walked to the other end of the table and started talking to her husband. 'I'm in the shit now', he thought. Andy looked at at him and he shrugged his shoulders. Mike poured another beer from the pitcher. 'Might as well get drunk if I ain't getting laid.' Suddenly, Vicki was sitting beside him again. 

"Motherfucker." She said.

"I've been called that before." 

"What?" She was staring at her husband and he looked at her and waved. "Not you, him." She gave a little wave back. 

"I told him I wanted to go. He said he was still talking business but he's just getting drunk. I asked if I could sit up there. He said there wasn't room and told me to come back here."

"Glad to have you back." Mike said as he reached for her hand.


Dustin's Wife Ch. 01



She looked at him. "Aww come on. I'm not really in the mood." He pulled her hand under the table. "Let me put it this way." She said. "I'm really mad and putting my hand near your balls might not be good for you." 

She pulled her hand away and took his glass of beer. Mike got the idea. It also dawned on him that she could have crushed his balls earlier but didn't. Why? Maybe she wasn't as unwilling as she let on?

"How about if we go somewhere and I'll lick your pussy til you feel better." Mike said, smiling.

She grinned and shook her head. She grabbed the pitcher and filled her glass. "You are persistant."

"With a woman as sexy as you, hell yeah."

"You think I'm sexy?" Her speech was a bit slurred.

"Baby, those big tits and that ass. You gotta know you are?" 

"And my face?" She was fishing for compliments. 

"Come on. You have to ask? You felt how hard I got thinking about that sweet mouth. You got the kind of lips that do more than talk." 

Vicki blushed getting his meaning. 

"From the way you were jerking me, I bet you suck a mean dick."

"You'll never know." She was playing the game now.

"Who the fuck is that bitch? That bastard." She was looking at the end of the table. A woman had pulled up a chair and was sitting between Andy and Dustin. 

"There seems to be room for her and her friend." Mike said. 

Dustin was laughing and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. Mike knew it was Donna from work. Donna must be there to wish Andy a happy birthday. Donna was queer and the woman standing behind her was her girlfriend. Vicki didn't know that. 

"She seems to like your husband."

"That drunken son of a bitch. Flirting with that tramp while I'm down here trying to be good. Dammit." She downed another beer.

"We can have our own fun." He said putting his hand on her thigh.

"Do you ever give up?" She looked at him and shook her head again.

"Not when it's something worth going for." Mike smiled and moved his hand higher. He lightly scratched his nails along the inside of her thigh.

"I'm a little drunk." Vicki said. She leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes.

Mike's hand slipped under the hem of her dress. Her skin was so soft and warm. He squeezed her flesh as he inched toward the prize. She moaned softly as his fingertips brushed lightly up and down her thigh. He soon had his fingers pressed against the crotch of her panties. She moved her legs further apart. She turned to him and lazily opened her eyes. She grabbed his arm and meekly protested. 

"Don't, please." She whispered. 

Mike pushed the material into her slit. Her pussy was hot and a bit wet. His fingers rubbed her thru her panties. 

"Oh god." She moaned. "You shouldn't be doing that." 

She spread her legs wide enough for him to palm her mound. He took the hint and used his whole hand to rub her with his middle finger nestled in her slit. He traced the outside of her pussy fold with his fingertip. It wasn't long before she was moaning and rolling her head back and forth. It was exciting to both of them knowing her husband was less than five feet away.

Dustin's wife was getting on so much she reached for Mike's dick. She started pulling it again and this time she was a lot more willing. She jerked it and when she got to the head she would rub her thumb over it. She put her hand to her mounth and sloppily lick it until it was covered with her spit. When her hand went back to jerking, Mike almost shot his load right there. She worked his dick like a pro, using his pre-cum and her spit as lube. Long slow strokes, then fast, then rub the head, then squeezing the shaft tight and jerking.

"Goddamn girl. I guess you do know how to work a cock." Mike said, panting.

She smiled and opened her eyes. They were glazed over and her breathing was heavy. "You aren't so bad -ohh- at it either. Oh yeah. There, right there, baby."

Her hips started moving up and down and pushed against his fingers as he concentrated on doing little circles around her clit. Mike reached up with his other hand to squeeze one of those big tits. He could feel her hard nipple poking like a hot coal into his palm. He pinched it. 

Vicki growled a husky moan and pushed her hips hard against his probing fingers. She was really wet now. Her panties restricted his fingers to about the first knuckle, Mike wanted to go in deeper. His fingers slipped under the legband of her panties and felt her trimmed bush. He pulled her panties aside and thumbed her clit. Vicki opened her eyes and looked at him. Her hand grabbed his wrist. Mike stuck two fingers in her twat. 

"No." She whimpered. "Please don't. I can't. I'm married. Please. It's gone too far." 

He pushed the two fingers deeper into her. 

"Not... like... this. Not... here. Not... with ... you." 

She was having trouble getting the words out. Her hips were moving with his fingers. He leaned in and licked her ear. 

"Ohhhh god. Please stop, pleeease." She said softly between moans. Her breathing was ragged and heavy.

Mike rubbed her clit with his thumb and sawed his fingers into her now soaking cunt. He was pushing them in as far as they could go. She pulled on his cock faster. She was going to cum. Mike opened a couple buttons on her top and pulled it over so he could suck her tit. In the darkness he couldn't tell if her nipple really was pink and he didn't care. What he could tell, was that it was about an inch long. He put his mouth on it and flicked it with his tongue.

"Oh you fucking bastard. That feels soooo good." She groaned.

He covered it with his mouth and sucked hard. Her hips were bouncing off the seat as her climax got closer. He sucked her nipple hard and used his pinkie to tickle her asshole. He slipped his little finger into her butthole. Two in the pink and one in the stink was the joke. That pushed her over the cliff. Vicki released his cock and grabbed his head and pulled it tight to her tit. She used her free hand to muffle her orgasm. 

"Oh god. Oh god Mmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm." 

Mike jammed those three fingers into her and pumped fast and hard. Her climax lasted about 30 seconds. He could see the muscles in her neck tense up as her body went stiff. Her hips were off the seat for the whole time. Finally she relaxed and let go of his head. Vicki stopped his hand from moving.

Mike pulled his fingers out and sat back against the seat. He looked around and saw that no one noticed but Andy. Andy gave him a thumbs up sign. Dustin saw it and turned to look at him. Mike gave the sign back. Dustin, not knowing what just happened, gave him a thumbs up and a big, goofy, drunken smile. Mike chuckled knowing he was showing him the thumb that had just gotten his wife off.

When he turned back to Dustin's wife she was adjusting her clothes. She stood up and went to her husband. They exchanged words and she walked away. She looked mad. 'Great', Mike thought. 'She's gone.' About 5 minutes later she came back to the table. By now two of the guys on the other side had left. Joe was still between him and Dustin but he was half passed out and laying on the table. Vicki passed by the empty chairs and sat beside him again. 

"Blue." She said as she sat down. Mike was confused until she dropped her panties on the table. 

"They're blue. I told my husband it was time to go but he's having so much fun with that whore he told me to go sit back down. He didn't even notice I was upset. Maybe I should have told him a co-worker just made me cum better than he ever did. He might have noticed then." 

She looked at Mike and her anger softened. "So where was I?" She reached into his lap. "Oh, he's asleep." She said when she touched it.

"Not for long." Mike said.

She started pulling on it with a lot more enthusiasm and his dick got hard quick. "Good boy." She said.

"Suck it." Mike said.

"Oh my goodness, sir. Whatever do you mean?" 

Vicki said in a little girl voice. She looked at the end of the table and her husband was still joking with Donna. 

"I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck it."

"You are such a bad man. I'm a married woman. I only do that with my husband. Please don't force my head into your lap with your hand." She said sounding innocent as she jerked his dick.

Mike put his hand on the back of her head and pushed lightly. She put up the proper resistance to be able to claim she didn't want to but he noticed as her face got closer to his dick he wasn't pushing her head so much as just resting his hand there.

"Stop. I can't. It's not right. I have a husband. Oh nooo... mmmffftt." 

Her words were cut off as her lips close around his dick. She took it to the balls and then slurped up and down. Mike looked to Andy and he had a huge grin on his face. Mike groaned as Vicki worked his cock. She slid her lips up and down the shaft in rhythym with her hand. She sucked while she worked his balls with her other hand. Damn it felt good. A few more minutes and he was gonna blow a load in her mouth. Vicki moaned as she licked the head. 

"Cum in my mouth." She whispered.

Mike was close. He had his hand in her top squeezing her tit.

"Oh shit. Unn. Unn." He grunted as he came. Vicki swallowed every drop and continued to lick him as he got soft.

"Where's Vicki." Dustin shouted. 

Donna had left and Dustin was looking toward the bar for his wife. Mike pulled her face out of his lap. She hadn't heard her husband call for her and panicked when he told her. She wiped her mouth and buttoned her top. By the time his gaze focused on her she was put back together. She gave him a wave with one hand and stuffed Mike's dick in his pants with the other.

"We gotta go woman. Get your ass down here." 

When she got the the end of the table she gave him shit. "Well aren't you a fine mess. We come for a party and you get shitfaced. You're too drunk to drive and I don't have my license with me. What are we going to do? Should I call a cab?"

Dustin was near passed out but he was still cheap. "Cab. Fuck no. All you ever want to do is spend my money. I can drive."

"No you can't. Andy, I hate to ask but could you drive us home?" She asked while fiddling with the button on her top. "Please say yes." She undid the button and then another.

"Yeah, I could but how do I get back?" He knew he could call a cab but he was going along with what she wanted. 

"Mike could follow in his car and pick you up, besides I am going to need a couple men to help get him inside. Is that okay with you dear?"

"Yean f..ine." He mumbled drunkenly.

Andy and Mike got Dustin to his car and rolled him in the back seat. He mumbled something and fell asleep. His wife stepped into the space between them. 

"So which one of you wants to drive me?" Vicki asked with a big grin. They both took a step closer. She looked at Andy and then Mike. 

"I thought so." She giggled like a little girl and opened the car door. "Home Jeeves."

Mike followed them wondering what was going on in the car. Was she giving him a blow job? Or a handjob? He tried to see if there was head movement but couldn't tell. 'Just my luck, we'll get there and she will send us packing.' The car stopped and they got out. There was no adjusting of clothes so he figured nothing happened.

Mike walked to them and they were laughing like they were old friends. Vicki asked if they could help her asshole husband into the house. With Andy under one arm and Mike under the other they dragged his limp ass up the walk. There was a three step landing at the door. Andy and Mike were standing about 2 feet lower than Vicki when she went to open the door. She unlocked the door and opened it. Then she dropped her purse. She bent over to pick it up.

They both watched hungrily as her dress rode up her thighs and stopped half way up her ass. With the porch light and the light from inside they had a perfect view of her ass and the pussy cleft between her legs. Vicki looked back at them while she was bent over. 

"Oopsie." She said.

She straightened up and went inside. Mike's dick was rock hard again and he figured Andy's was too. He wondered if she was just teasing or if she planned on doing them both. 

"Put him on the couch, please."

They wrestled him to the couch and plopped him on it. He grunted and then started snoring. "He always goes to sleep when he's had too much to drink and then doesn't wake up til morning." She faced them. "How can I ever thank you for helping me?" 

Andy was more sure of the situation than Mike was. Hell, her husband was right there. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard on.

"Can you do something about this?"

"Oh my goodness. Look how swollen that is. Come into the kitchen and I'll put something on that." Vicki said.

She turned out the livingroom light and led the way. Once in the kitchen she opened the fridge, that gave some light but didn't light the other room. She bent over to look in the fridge, giving them another view of her ass. 

"Now lets see. What can I put on that?"

"How about your mouth?" Andy said.

"What?"

"It works for the swelling from snake bites. I think a snake bit me in the parking lot."

"Really?" She asked, wide eyed. 

Man she's good Mike thought as he unzipped his pants. She looked at his now familiar pecker. 

"I suppose you got bit too?"

"I think I got a muscle pull and it needs to be put someplace warm."

"I can't think of where that could be." She said in the little girl voice. "But if you find a place, by all means put it in there." 

Andy sat on a kitchen chair. 

"Come over here and take a closer look." Andy said shaking his cock. 

"You boys aren't trying to fool me, are you? I mean I'm a married woman and I don't want to do anything bad." She say coyly.

"I'm not trying to fool you. I really got bit. Look at how swollen it is." He said, sliding his fist over his cock.

"I guess I should take a look at it. But only if you swear it's not a trick. My goodness it's hot in here." 

Vicki undid four buttons and her big tits were almost falling out. Andy held up three fingers in a boy scout swear and Dustin's wife got on her knees in front of him. 

"Oh my it is swollen." She grabbed Andy's cock and squeezed it. Andy groaned. "And it's so stiff too. Does it hurt?" 

She pumped it. This bitch liked her games.

"A lot."

"And I'm supposed to suck the poison out???"

"I would like that." Andy said.

"Well, I never was a girl scout but I could try."

The glow from the fridge outlined her face as she opened her mouth and engulfed his dick. 

"Oh yeah. That's it baby. Suck the poison out." 

Andy groaned and put his hand on her head. Mike knew how good she was at sucking cock and got a bit envious. Andy reached down and grabbed one of her big tits.

"Hey." Vicki said. She stopped sucking. "That's naughty. I'm trying to help you and you do that. You're a bad man. Are you going to behave or should I stop?"

"Oh shit. Don't stop."

"Say please." She was like a high school girl teasing the quarterback.

"Please suck my cock. You are so beautiful and I need you." 

Andy said as he pushed her head down again. She opened her mouth and started working him. Mike was impressed. Andy really knew the game.

He watched as she moved her mouth and hand in unison. Sliding her lips to the base and then to the tip and her hand followed her lips. She was making little pleasure sounds as she sucked. Mike's dick was ready to explode when Vicki used her other hand to pull her dress up in the back. He saw that pretty pink ass come into view and then she spread her legs. Mike dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her slit.

"Mmmmffft." She groaned on Andy's dick.

Mike licked her pussy and asshole. He tongue fucked her. Vicki's hips bounced against his face. He reached up and grabbed her tit, pulling on the nipple and milked her .

"Oooh shit," She said, releasing Andy's cock. She looked back."Will you stop playing and fuck me?" She moaned.

Mike grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her pussy. She pushed her hips back and he pulled away. 

"Say please." Mike teased.

Vicki laughed. "You bastard. Please. Put your cock in my pussy. Pleeease. Pleease." She begged. He pushed forward into her tight cunt. He slowly pushed until it was all the way in. "Oh yesss. Fuck me baby. Fuck me with that fat ..."

Her words were cut off as Andy grabbed her head and pushed it back into his lap. Mike pumped his cock into her from behind as Andy moved her face on his dick. She was stuffed and loving it. She made little circles with her hips.

"Oh shit. I'm cumming. Suck it." Andy groaned. "Ung. Ung. Ung." His hips spasmed as he pumped his load down her throat.

Vicki sucked him harder, swallowing all he could give her. Mike could see her throat moving as Andy's load went down. She finished with Andy and rested her head in his lap as he stroked her hair. 

"You were so good. That was the best, Vicki." 

She looked up at Andy and smiled. Then her expression changed as her climax neared.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck meee you bastard." Her hips were grinding furiously against Mike's. Her actions made him cum.

"Aaahhh. Mmmmm. Ah ah ah ah." She moaned as she came with him.

"Unnn. Unnn, Unnn." 

Mike grunted as he pumped a load into Dustin's wife's snatch. He pumped until there was nothing left. He pulled out and the slut wife turned around and licked his cock clean.

When she was finished cleaning his dick, Vicki sat on the floor with her knees up. Her face was cover in jiz and there was a trickle running out of her just fucked snatch. She used her dress to wipe her face.

"I guess that pays for you fellas helping get my husband home."

They both nodded as they put their soft cocks away. They stood up and Vicki stayed on the floor. 

"Did he get the job?" She asked. Andy nodded. 

"Well then I guess he won't be home in the evenings when you guys are off and as you can see..." She spread her legs wider. "there are some things here that need a man's touch. I hope you fellas would be able to find some time to help a lady out? But nothing naughty. I'm a married woman."

They both laughed. Mike bent down and whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass."

"I'm free on Thursday. And the next time you fuckers are gonna kiss me." She said.

soon to come:

CHAPTER 2 VICKI'S ASS



Dustin's Wife Ch. 02



This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.

This is a series about a couple guys who wanted to get back at an asshole at work, which so many of us do. The guy's wife, who is innocent of any wrong doing, is the instrument of that payback.

This is a made up story and the characters are made up also. It is based on some real experiences, for instance; I lived with a woman who could climax by simply having her tits fondled and sucked, nothing else just tittie play.

I also know from experience that if you can get your naked cock into a married or single woman's hand and if she doesn't rip it off, hurt you in some way, scream loud enough to wake the dead or just let go and walk away, then you are going to get sucked, fucked or jerked off. A couple drinks don't hurt.

Women love secrets. When I was younger I was an amateur photographer and I was amazed at how much clothing I could remove and how much flesh I could touch for the sake of a 'good picture'. And never did a boyfriend or husband come looking for me.

It started as a single story but as many writers and readers know, you sometimes get a character that you enjoy so much you don't want to see them leave. That's what happened here. I wanted to know more about them and their backstory. I like the character of Vicki and in a perfect world, she would be my ideal woman, of course I would also need a best friend I trusted enough to fuck her with me. That's tough to find.

I tried to write in the style of the 'Traveler's Companion' paperbacks I read as a teenager. With protracted oohs and ahhs and various sounds for grunts and groans and long drawn out I'm cumming. It's tough to put the sounds made during sex into a readable context, and to just say - they came - seems to deny the passion and intensity of a really good orgasm. Kinda like those people who make a tiny whispered 'choo' when they sneeze.

Finally, I am a romantic. What started as a sex for revenge story ends up being a love story. So if you are one who doesn't believe in love or that good sex and love can't go together then don't read past chapter 5. Oh, the remaining chapters are still filled with raw sex and uncontrollable urges, but in a less angry fashion.

I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife.

Pt. 2 Vicki's ass

When Dustin's ramblings got too much Mike would just go to dream land and think about all the things Andy and him were going to do to the wife. Mike was surprised Dustin didn't ask why he got a boner every time they talked. Maybe he thought Mike was queer. Which was fine with him. If he thought Mike was a fag then he wouldn't connect him with fantasies about dumping a load down Vicki's throat.

Four days after the birthday party Andy came up to Mike. "You'll never guess who just called."

Mike saw this big SEG (shit eating grin) on his face and out of the blue thought of Vicki. Well, it wasn't really out of the blue. Mike had been thinking about her for the past four days. He almost jerked his dick raw thinking about her crazy sex games.

"Vicki?" Mike said.

"Fuck you asshole." Andy answered.

"What?"

"I wanted to surprise you and you ruined it."

"What'd she want? Why'd she wait so long?" Mike said.

"She wants you to know you have a skinny, ugly dick and a 12 year old fucks better than you." Andy said, smirking. "And she wants to know if we are free after work."

Mike grabbed his crotch. "She wants MY ugly dick??"

Andy shook his head. "Maybe she'll sit on your face and suffocate you."

"What a way to go." Mike stuck his tongue out.

Quick as a snake, Andy surprised him by slapping his tongue with a dirty hand. Mike started spitting and wiping it off.

"Go wash your tongue, we got a date."

They both went home and cleaned up. Mike wondered in the shower what she had in store for them. He started pulling his cock. It took all his self control to stop and not waste a load on the tile.

Andy picked him up because they figured one car was less noticable. They wondered if Dustin had a spy in his neighborhood? Andy parked around the corner. He remembered there was a back gate so they snuck around to the back yard. Once in the yard they could see into the house.

Vicki was in the livingroom wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. She was sitting on the couch and her hand was down her pants rubbing her pussy. Every couple seconds she looked to the front door, like a kid afraid of getting caught. Andy knocked on the patio door and she jumped like a scared cat.

"What are you doing back here? Get in here quick." Vicki said. She looked around before closing the door. She shut the blinds and locked the door. Andy moved in behind her and put his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck and started sliding his hands up her body. Vicki pulled away from him. Mike noticed her nipples were pushing against her shirt.

"Don't." She said, pushing his arms away.

"What's wrong, honey?" Andy asked.

"Please don't call me that? I'm married and not to you. I can't do this." She said in a guilty voice. "It's wrong. I don't want to cheat on my husband." She moved to the livingroom. She sat on the couch, folding her legs under her.

"Any more, you mean. Cause you've already cheated on your husband." Andy replied.

"You had us come over to tell us that you can't do it? You coulda told Andy on the phone. What do you really want?" Mike said angrily.

"Oh, don't be mad. I know I could have. I wanted to tell you in person." She was sitting on the couch, wringing her hands together. "I was angry the other night. And a little drunk. Dustin hadn't had sex with me for a few weeks, so I was vunerable. And you took advantage of that." 

"Bullshit." Mike barked.

"It's true." She said with a quiver in her voice. "I don't want to be unfaithful. I'm not that type of woman."

"Of course you are sweetie, you just don't know it yet." Andy said.

"You bastard. You are such a pig. Do you hate all women?" She sobbed.

"I guess we should go then." Mike said.

Vicki stopped crying and looked at him. "You don't hate me, do you? Please don't hate me."

"Of course not. We don't want you to do anything you are not comfortable with. We understand that some women are teasers. Mike said.

"But I'm not." Vicki said. "I'm not the type that does that."

"What type are you?" Mike said sitting beside her.

"I don't know. But not a tease and not a cheating wife." She said as she looked into his eyes. "I'm so confused. I don't want to be bad."

"So you're not the type of wife that jerks off a stranger's cock in a bar with lots of people around?" Mike said staring back.

"You forced me."

"Of course I did."

"You were going to tell my husband."

"Why didn't you tell him?" Mike asked.

"He would have blamed me. No matter what I said."

"Are you the type that lets her husband's co-worker finger fuck her to orgasm in a bar while her husband is sitting less than 5 feet away?"

"Don't talk like that. I was angry and drunk. You took advantage. You got me too turned on to stop." She whimpered.

"What about a wife who willingly puts her mouth on that stranger's cock and swallows his cum?"

A stunned look crossed her face. "Why are you saying these things to me? Why are you being so mean?"

"Are you the type that when given a chance to get away from that horrible stranger you claim forced you, insists that he and a friend go to your house so you can fuck and suck them while your husband is passed out in the other room? Are you that type?"


"I know. It was wrong. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake. I was flattered when you thought I was sexy. I was flirting but it went too far. When you touched me ... there, you made me feel things. Nasty sex things. It stirred feelings in me. And then when you brought me to ... you know ... climax with your hand. I couldn't think straight." She began sobbing again. "I get urges. Bad, dirty, sinful feelings. No matter what's happening in my marriage, it's still wrong to cheat."

Mike pulled her hand to his face. "Your fingers are still wet and I can smell your sweet pussy on them."

"What are you talking about??" Vicki asked, surprised. 

"We saw you playing with yourself. Sitting on the couch with your hand in your pants. You must have been getting those nasty feelings. The thought of two stiff dicks get your pussy itching?" Andy said.

"Goddamn, my cock is getting hard just smelling you." Mike licked her fingers. "Sweet, tastes like chicken.

"Stop It!" Vicki shouted. "You don't understand." She pulled her hand away. She unconsciously put her fingers to her nose and winced.

"What's wrong, honey? Don't like the smell of your own cunt?" Andy said. "I love the smell and taste of pussy. I bet your's tastes good. How was it Mike when you had your face buried in it?"

"Oh Andy, it was the best. I spread that pink and ran my tongue around her pussy lips and flicked it on her clit. Her hips twitched and she pushed hard against me."

"You can't talk to me like that." Vicki said. "I'm a married woman. You need to go now."

"And her ass. I tickled her asshole with my tongue and she loved it. In fact I was thinking I would stick my cock in Vicki's ass tonight." 

"What? What do you mean?" She said meekly. She looked at him with her eyes wide. 

"I'll lick all around your asshole while your sweet married lips slide on my cock getting it good and wet. Then I'll stick a finger in your butthole to loosen it up ..." Her breathing was getting heavier. Her nipples were poking harder against her shirt and she uncurled her legs. "Then get behind you, grab your hips and you'll feel the heat of my cock against your ass. Slowly I'll slide my cock into your tight asshole and fuck it. You'll feel my balls slapping against your cunt."

"You shouldn't say things like that. It's not right. That's a sin. Dirty." She was starting to sweat

"Ever had a cock in your ass?" Mike asked.

"No." She looked at him. Mike smiled. "No." Vicki repeated.

"What's not right is this. It's not right that you get me all excited and send me away like this." Andy said. He unzipped and pulled his cock out. He slid his fist over his erection. Vicki stared as Andy's fist pumped over his meat. The head was swollen like the other night and turning dark purple.

"You can't blame me for that. It's not my fault." "Don't do that, please. I don't want to watch you do that." She begged but didn't look away. "And what about this?" Mike asked and put her hand on his erection. "Don't." She pleaded, still staring at Andy jerking off. "Don't make me feel guilty for this. I'm married." She squeezed Mike's dick in time with Andy's strokes. She started jerking him through his pants.

"But you can't leave us like this." Andy said, moving closer. He moved to an inch away from her mouth. Vicki looked up at him. Mike reached over and grabbed her tit. He squeezed and fondled her. She moaned as he worked her tit through her shirt. Her nipple was hard as a rock. 

"Oh god. Don't do that." She groaned. "Please, you should go now. You both need to go before something bad happens."

"I'm not going anywhere but in that pretty mouth of yours." Andy said as he rubbed his dick against her lips. Vicki didn't pull back. She just sat there as he rubbed her face. She took a deep sniff of his cock. She ran her tongue over the pre-cum on her lips. She looked up at Andy's leering face.

"I'm such a bad person." She said. She opened her lips and slowly slid them over Andy's dick. Vicki quietly moaned as she pushed her lips further down the shaft. She felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat and pulled her lips back. She quickened her rythym and cupped his balls. 

Once she started giving Andy a blowjob it was as if she surrendered to her inner slut. Her eyes never left Andy's hard on as her fingers worked the zipper on Mike's pants and snaked inside. He groaned as her petite fingers circle around his dick. She started pulling it. Her head began bobbing faster as she worked Andy like a porn star. She spit on her hand and jackhammered her fist on Andy's cock. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were half closed. She let go of Mike and reached for Andy's balls again. She played with his balls and lifted his cock to suck them. She licked along the shaft, then went back to licking the head while she jerked him. "You like this don't you? Tell me you like this." Vicki said, panting.

"Goddamn honey, you really know how to work a pecker." Andy said, groaning under her manipulations.

She looked at Mike and smiled. "You're a nasty man, aren't you? You 

want to do naughty things to me, don't you?"

"The nastier, the better." Mike answered. 

He stood up and stripped off his clothes. Vicki kept her eyes on him the whole time, never missing a stroke on Andy's dick. Her eyes gleamed when he pulled down his shorts and his cock sprang into view. She reached over and grabbed it. He moved closer. The housewife put her face between the two cocks so she could rub them both on her lips. She alternated between sucking Mike and Andy. "Mmmmnn. Mmmmm." She was making soft moaning sounds as she worked on them. Andy took off his clothes while Vicki worked both dicks. He put his hand on her head and stopped her. 

"Get naked." He ordered. As if in a daze she stood up. Andy and Mike sat on the couch to watch her strip. "Will you touch yourselves while I do?" She asked. No, it was more like pleaded. Like a junkie needing drugs. They put their hands on their dicks and stroked themselves. Vicki smiled and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a thin blue bra. The bottom of the cups was a satin material and the top was like a thin gauze. Her cantaloupe sized tits strained at the material. Mike could see the upper part of her aerolas and her nipples. He had guessed right. They were indeed pink and hard as nails. She squeezed with her thumb and forfinger and tugged on her erect nipples thru the bra. She moaned loudly.

Her fingers reached for the zipper on her jeans. Andy motioned for her to come closer. Vicki stepped in front of him. Vicki shivered as his strong hands slid up her thighs. Andy unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. He pulled the two sides apart and kissed her belly just above the waistband of her panties. He licked her navel as he pulled her jeans down and she stepped out of them. Vicki's hips were swaying as Andy ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Her thin matching panties showed her neatly trimmed pussy.

"Oh god." Vicki gasped when his fingers touched her crotch thru her panties. His finger parted her cameltoe and moved slowly back and forth. Vicki's hips moved with the motion. 

"On your knees." Andy said. Vicki knelt between his legs. "Look at them tits." Andy said to Mike. He unhooked the front clasp and her bra fell away. Her huge tits swayed but didn't sag too much. Mike pinched one nipple and Andy did the other. Her nipples must have been sticking out a full inch. Both men tugged on their prize and Vicki groaned in pleasure. Her head fell back and her hand went between her legs. "Stop that." Andy commanded. She looked at him with disappointment but stopped what she was doing. "Stand up and turn around. We want to see that ass." Vicki stood and turned her back to them. "Bend over."

"Oh no. I can't. It's too embarrassing. Don't make me do this. Can't we just do it." She asked. Andy put his hand on her back. Vicki slowly bent over. She had spread her legs for balance. The crack of her ass was visable thru the panties and the split of her pussy mound. Andy grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Vicki lifted one leg at a time stepping out of her panties. Her cute pussy nestled between her thighs was soaking wet. Her furlined lips were red and swollen. 

"Spread your ass cheeks."

"I can't do that." There was sobbing in her voice. No one had ever inspected her so closely. Mike looked at him wondering if he was going too far. Andy smiled at him. He stuck out his tongue licked her crack. He tickled her asshole with the tip of his tongue. The housewife moaned. Vicki reached back and spread her ass for them. Her puckered rosebud came into view. It was as pink as her nipples. "This is wrong. It's dirty." She said.

"And this." Andy said as he licked his finger and stuck it in her ass.

"Oooh god." Vicki groaned. "Don't, please don't." Andy worked his finger in deeper and began sawing it in and out. Then he used two fingers. Dustin's wife was panting and moaning. Mike stuck two fingers in her pussy at the same time. "Aaaaaaggghh." Vicki shouted. She pushed against both hands. She was so worked up from touching herself earlier she came right away. 

Andy caught her hips before she fell forward and pulled her to his lap. He stuffed his dick into her wet cunt and bounced her up and down. Vicki leaned back against him, grunting each time he drove his cock to the hilt. Andy grabbed and squeezed her tits. Mike stood up and moved her legs to the outside of Andy's, he needed some room. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his cock. Like a pro Vicki worked his cock with her mouth while bouncing on Andy's lap. Mike could feel her grunts and groans on his dick. He held her head and started fucking her face. She gagged as it went all the way in until his pubic hair was tickling her nose. She tried to push his hips away but he kept it in her throat until she started choking. "I can't breathe. It's too deep. I can't breathe." She said gasping for air, when he finally released her.

"Fuck. All you do is complain." Andy said. He pushed her off him and down to the floor. Vicki crumpled onto the carpet.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." She whimpered. 

"Stop?" Andy laughed. "We ain't even started yet. Get your ass up here." He pointed to the couch.

There was fear in her voice and her eyes as she sat on the couch and asked. "W-w-what are you going to do?"

Andy went to the kitchen and came back a few seconds later. He threw a huge cucumber beside her. "Fuck yourself with that." Vicki was unconsciously pulling on her nipple and stroking her pussy while he was gone. She stopped and picked up the cuke. It must have been twice as big around as either of their dicks. She looked at Andy. 

"You must be kidding. I'm not going to do anything with that." 

"Fine. Mike get your clothes on. We're outta here."

She looked at it and wrapped both hands around it. "It will never fit. I could never get that in me." Vicki put the end against her pussy. She looked at Andy. Mike noticed how quickly her story changed from 'no' to 'it won't fit'. "Here sweetie. Let me help." Andy said. He held the end to her mouth. Vicki licked and slobbered on it. Andy rubbed the cucumber against her pussy. "Put your feet flat on the couch." He said. When she did, he began pushing it in her. Vicki clenched her teeth. He use a twisting back and forth motion. To Mike's amazement, it started slow and bit by bit he pushed it into her. Soon half the thing was shoved up her. Andy put her hand on the cuke. 

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself." He said, stroking his cock.

She started slowly but soon Vicki was slamming that monster vegetable into her hole, panting like a dog in heat. Her hips bounced off the couch. She thrashed around as she pounded her pussy with tomorrow's salad fixing. She had forgotten all about being the shy wife. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck." She cried out. "I'm cumming you motherfuckers, I'm cumming. Aaaaa Aaaaahh Aaaaahhhhh." She arched her back and lifted her hips up with her head on the back of the couch. Her climax lasted a good two minutes. Andy and Mike looked at each other, smiling as Dustin's wife bent over backwards to make herself cum for them.




Dustin's Wife Ch. 02



When her muscles relaxed she collasped on the couch. "Ho-ly Ch-rist." She gasped, pulling it out. "Fuck me. That was ... intense." She lay on her side trying to catch her breath.

"Vicki get on your knees and suck my dick." Andy said as he went to the back of the couch. She moved slowly and knelt on the cushions with her ass to Mike and her face to Andy. "Since her twat is all stretched out you won't get no feeling there, so you might as well bust that cherry ass." Andy told Mike.

"What do you mean - all stretched." Vicki asked.

"I mean your cunt is big enough to park my car in it."

Vicki reached down and put two fingers in her snatch. Then a third and then a fourth. "Oh no. No. It can't be. My husband will know something's wrong. What do I do?" She sobbed. "It's too big."

"Don't worry." Andy laughed. "It'll tighten up again. Hell, if every pussy stretched by a dick bigger than their husband stayed that way, half the women in this town - in this country- would be getting divorced. Just blow him for a day or two."

"Really??? It'll go back?"

"Yeah. But this won't go away on it's own." He said, stroking his cock in her face. "Wanna get your tonsils whitewashed?" Vicki nodded. She opened her mouth and continued with the blowjob she had started earlier.

"Good girl." Andy said, patting her head. He pulled her face forward. Vicki eagerly opened her mouth and let his cock slip in. Andy groaned as she sucked him. Mike moved in behind her and pushed his finger into her asshole. It was like a tiny mouth and it sucked his finger back in every time he pulled it out a bit. Vicki moaned when he put a second finger in. Mike licked her butthole and she wiggled her hips at him. After it was wet enough he positioned his cock at her hole and pushed. She stopped sucking.

"Ooowww. That hurts. Take it out." Vicki cried.

"It will only hurt for a bit until it stretches." Mike said. "It will feel good soon, better than a finger. Just relax." He pushed deeper. She screamed again. "Shut the fuck up." Andy said. He stuffed his dick in her mouth again and held her head. "You better not bite me, bitch." He moved his dick in her mouth. "Yeah baby that's it. Suck it like your momma taught you."

Mike felt the resistance as his cock pushed against her spincter ring. This is gonna hurt, he thought. Her, not me. But Mike wasn't thinking about her. He was thinking about his own cheating, whore wife. He grabbed Vicki's hips and pushed hard. It gave way and his dick slipped all the way in. Vicki thrashed her hips as she screamed. "Maaaaaaaaagggh." It was muffled because she had her mouth full of Andy but there was no mistake that she was not happy. "I've heard the expression - tearing you a new one - but I've never seen it til now." Andy said chuckling.

Vicki struggled with Andy and freed her head. "Aaauuugh. Oooow. W-w-wh-at are y-o-u do-ing to me? It's ripping m-e apart. Ooww."?Vicki had never felt so stretched and full of dick. Her ass was burning.

"It'll get better." Mike said as he kept fucking her ass. "It feels pretty good to me." In fact if felt fantastic. Her ass was so tight, Mike actually had to struggle to pull out. The muscles kept pulling him back in. Andy pulled out of her sucking mouth and came around to watch. "Oh man. We got serious cock in the butt here. Shit that looks like it feels good."

Vicki was moaning in pain but somewhere it changed. "Stop, please stop. It's tearing me up. I can't.... take... it. Ahh. Ugh. Ugh. Mmmm. Oh god. "

"Starting to feel a bit better?" Mike asked. He got his answer when instead of trying to get away, she pushed back against him. He stopped moving and let her fuck herself. Mike smiled at Andy. "I think we got a winner on the who wants a dick in the ass contest."

"I've never felt anything like this. It's so big." Vicki gasped. "Oh christ, fuck me. Fuck my ass you sick bastard." He pushed her against the back of the couch and slammed her hard. He pulled out until he saw the edge of the cockhead and then slammed back in. "Ahh ung ung ung. Cum in my ass. I want you to cum in my ass." Vicki screamed. "Huh huh huh." She panted with each stroke.

"Take it all bitch. Gaaaaaaaa." Mike shouted. Mike pumped hard and exploded into her virgin ass. It took about five strokes and he was done. Vicki still hadn't climaxed but Mike pulled out and sat beside her. His dick was covered with cum and shit. Vicki still had her ass in the air, moving her hips, fucking a phantom cock. Her gaping asshole was still stretched open.

"Make me cum. I need to cum. I need more." She begged. Andy took his place and shoved his cock into her. Vicki sighed and bounced on his dick, "Get up there and let her lick that clean." He said. Mike looked at his dick and shook his head. "Go on, She'll do it." Andy said. "Vicki, suck Mike's cock. Taste your own ass." Mike went to her head and put his cock in her face. 

"No. It's smells like shit, I'm not sucking it." She said. Andy stopped fucking and Vicki wiggled her hips. "Awww don't stop."

"Suck it." Andy said and slapped her ass. Vicki looked back at him, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Mike put his dick in and she licked and sucked it. Andy began fucking her butt again. After a few strokes Vicki was sucking Mike like she loved the taste. Her hips were bouncing and her hands were pulling her nipples. "Ohhhh yes. That's it. Pump harder. Ooohhh god."

"I cumming bitch. I'm filling your ass. Ughh. Ughh. Ughh." Andy grunted. He drove his cock to the base. "I'm shooting my cum up your pooper."

Vicki screamed. "I feel it. Right there. You got me. Fuck me daddy. Fuck my dirty shit hole. Ooohhhh. fuck me deep, fuck me, fuck me." She chanted. "F-f-f-fu-u-c-c-kk. Aaaaaa." Andy pounded her wrecked rectum driving in as deep as he could. Vicki's orgasm caused her hips to twitch and her whole body spasmed. Andy finished cumming and pulled out. Vicki collasped on the couch but her body kept twitching, like she was having a seizure.

"I heard women can have anal orgasms but I never seen one." Andy said, shaking his head. "Wish mine were that fierce."

"Maybe you need a cock in your ass." Mike said.

"Not in this lifetime." He answered. Then Andy surprised Mike by showing actual concern. "She's still twitching. Think she's alright?"

"I'm ... good." Vicki said gasping like she had run 10 miles. "I ... am... real good. Christ almighty I've never cum like that." Vicki was lying on her side and her asshole was raw and red. She tried to get up but Andy pushed her down.

"I wouldn't get up just yet." He said. 

"If you want more of me it's going to have to wait. I am all fucked out and I have to pee real bad." She looked at him and smiled.

"That's not all you'll do if you get up. Just wait." He picked up her shirt. He threw it to her. "You might want to press that against your ass." It took a couple seconds to dawn on her why. She laughed and grabbed the towel. "Thanks. I might have a hard time explaining why I shit all over the livingroom." She plugged her butt and ran to the bathroom.

"Awww. That was sweet." Mike said. "You actually care."

"Fuck that. I just figure we can still have some fun with her but if her husband gets suspicious that limits how much.." He said as they were getting dressed. "Dammit."

"What?" Mike asked.

"My cock is filthy. I should have had her clean it before she left." Andy looked around and finally decided on the curtains. He grabbed a corner and cleaned himself.

"And that won't get him suspicious?"

"You think that pompus wad ever cleans anything, much less cares about the curtains?" Andy said.

"Good point. So what's next for our little sex toy?"

"Are you fuckers talking about me?" Vicki came back. She was transformed into the slut from the other night. "It was like a crap storm in there. And my ass hurts." She had changed into a pair of tight shorts without a top.

"Goddamn woman, will you put some clothes on. Your tits drive me crazy." Mike complained. Vicki smiled and tugged at one of her nipples. She walked over to Andy and put her arms around his neck. "I hope you brushed." He said. She kissed him on the lips. He grabbed her tit and squeezed it. She moaned. Vicki broke the kiss and came over to Mike. She moved in and kissed him as she grabbed his crotch. It was a good kiss. Her tongue danced inside his mouth and she sucked on his tongue. Mike's cock started getting hard again as she squeezed it. She pulled away from him. 

"I said you guys were going to kiss me this time." She laughed and sat on the couch. "I never had really good sex since I got married, until you two. I like it. I need it. I want more, but not now. You've got to leave. Give me a couple days for my holes to get back to the size they should be and we can play some more."

"And what about this?" Mike asked, holding the erection she caused.

"Well I guess we have time for a couple quick blow jobs." She said motioning for him to come over. Vicki got so turned on giving him some goodbye head she pulled off her shorts and fingered herself. Andy handed her the cuke again, which she eagerly used. When she was finished swallowing Mike's load, she did Andy. She came again while working Andy's dick. 

"Looks like we need to buy little Vicki a dildo." Andy said as he pulled his limp dick from her lips. "You wanna go shopping?"

"Can I come." Vicki asked eagerly. 

"I thought you just did?" Mike said.

"Shopping. When you buy the -you know- fake dick."

"You ever been to a sex shop before?" Andy put his hand under her chin and tilted her face to him. 

"No." She blushed. 

This woman had just taken two stranger's cocks in every hole she's got and fucked herself with a vegetable, but she blushes at the thought of an adult bookstore.

"Could be fun." Mike said.

They left her sitting on the couch, using the cuke on herself again because she got turned on at the thought of a sex store.

"I think we created a monster. A cock monster." Mike said when they got back to the car.

"What do you mean ,'WE', paleface? You started this. Anything goes wrong, it's on you." Andy said.

"Fair enough." Mike laughed. "Hell, a younger, sexy woman that wants to fuck and suck and after, you get to leave and go home. What could go wrong?"

coming soon

DUSTIN'S WIFE pt 3 

VICKI'S STORY pt 1



Dustin's Wife Ch. 03



This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.

Chapter 3: Vicki's Story

As I sit here writing this I am waiting for two men I hardly know to take me shopping for a fake dick. I am excited at the thought. I have already played with myself twice and feel like I need to again. I am excited but I am also scared beyond belief. I don't know what road I am traveling or where it will end.

I don't know who I am any more. For the past 12 years I have been a faithful, church going, shy wife, now I'm a sex crazed slut who is whoring with two of my husband's co-workers, and loving it. I don't know how I got to this place in my life. I do know how it started. I got married when I was 20 and was a virgin until my wedding day, (but not a virgin when I got married, that's another story.) Well, technically a virgin. Although I was a virgin I did have a working knowledge of the male sex organ. 

Penis, they said in school and that's what I thought of it as. Until I also learned it was called a cock, prick, dick, pecker, fuck stick, and my favorite - pleasure pole. Because I experienced a whole lot of pleasure from that slab of man meat they take for granted and some women desperately crave. I have become one of those women.

I was 18 and babysitting Jimmy Hall. No, Jimmy isn't the one responsible but he is the starting point. Or to be more precise - his father is where it begins. It was due to him and his appitites that I became a teenage cock hound.

But to be fair, I have always been fascinated with what a man has between his legs. I guess it's more above than between. Women have it between, men have it above. Whatever. Where ever. I have been curious about it. Soft, then hard, then soft again. Peeing in the snow. A shaft with a bulbous head. Like a spear ready to stab a woman between her legs. God, I love em.

That's where Jimmy's father comes in, and cum in he did. In my hand, in my mouth, in my hair, on my boobies, and on my face, everywhere but my special place. I was saving that for marriage. I wanted to have something special for my husband. If I had known how little attention my husband would give it, I would have fucked my brains out back then.

I was raised very sheltered in a religious house and s-e-x was never discussed. As an only child I had no frame of referrence for men. The girls at school were no help. Sex was either great or horrible, depending on who you spoke to. I saw some pictures but that's not the same as a live model. My parents did not let me date, because boys only wanted one thing. I knew what that was but didn't know why. Or how.

My parents wanted me to learn the value of money so they insisted I do babysitting. The first couple jobs were for families that had little girls. No penises there, or is it peni? Anyway, a few months after I turned 18, I got a job with the Halls. They had an 14 year old boy. Now I'm not perverse enough to go messing with an 14 year old, but he did have a penis. No, I did not do anything sexual with him, not when he was 14 anyway, but I was curious as to the mechanics of how his thing worked. Peeing standing up, how do you aim it?

Every chance I got I peeked at him. There were a couple times when I saw a bump in his pjs and knew that was called an erection but I still didn't know what it looked like. One night he got out of bed to pee and left the door open a bit. I was peeking thru the crack but he was turned and I couldn't see anything except a stream coming from that area.

"What are you doing Vicki?" A voice asked from behind me. 

It was spoken in a whisper so I wasn't scared enough to scream or bump the door. Thank god for that. Can you imagine how embarrassing for it to get around school that I was a peeping Betty on a little kid peeing. However, I was still scared because I got caught. I figured the voice belonged to Mr. Hall and I was right. He and his wife had gotten home early. "Mr. Hall, please, it's not what you think." I sputtered.

Jimmy had finished and opened the door. When he saw the two of us standing there he asked. "What's going on? Where's mom?"

"She's waiting in the car to take Vicki home, son. Everything's fine. Go back to bed." His father said. As he went to his room his dad said. "I'm proud of you for getting up and not wetting the bed." He was a good dad. Jimmy closed his bedroom door and Mr. Hall turned his attention back to me. "Okay young lady, what have you got to say?" He looked upset. "Why were you watching my son in the bathroom?"

"I didn't see anything, I swear. He was turned and ... and ..." I started to cry. "Please (sob) don't (sob) tell (sob) my (sob) parents. Please." The car honked. "That's Mrs. Hall." He said. "She's waiting to take you home. We will talk about this later. I need to think of what to do, depending on your reason. Don't mention this to my wife and I won't tell your parents. Yet." He smiled. I didn't realize at the time it was a 'We've got a secret, you and I' smile. A smile that so many older men have given young girls and older woman to young boys, I guess. A smile that says we will work this out later, in private. And there's no reason for my wife to know. 

I dried my eyes on my sleeve and ran to the car. As I ran down the stairs my boobies bounced against my sweater, my boobies felt funny, funny tingly not funny ha ha. My nipples were stiff and ached a little bit but I didn't know why. Maybe it was that smile. I have always had big nipples, even before I had boobs. They were a constant source of embarrassment and at times got me in trouble with my parents. When I started to develop, around 10, I had to stuff my bra with tissue. Not to make my breast look bigger but to keep my nipples from poking out. If I didn't my dad would point to my chest and suggest maybe I needed a thicker bra or an extra shirt.

The only time I could go braless was when I slept. By the time I was 13, I had to wear my bra to bed. The friction of my pajama top caused me to get tingly and I had these weird erotic dreams. Not sex dreams, but dreams of being rubbed and caressed. More than a few mornings I woke up with my panties wet, and my extra pillow between my legs.

As for my chest, aww my chest, they started growing at 10 and kept on until I was 18. I wish my body had. I'm only 5'2" now and 5' as a teenager. The rest of my body was, and is, in proportion, other than my oversized chest. Slender waist and slim hips. My dark hair contrasted my white skin. And I'm told I have big, doll like eyes and a full pouty mouth. But, like I said my knockers were the attention getters. 

At 14, they were round like grapefruit. The boys at school would stare at me and some even tried to grab them. A couple did and then ran away laughing. By 18, they were a bit larger than cantaloupes and just as round. I would look at them in the mirror and think they looked like two bald heads with strawberries on top. My nipples were at least a half inch and longer if they got stiff, with dollar sized areolas. When excited they went from pink to a dark red.

Mr. Hall called me the next day after school. I told my parents they wanted me to babysit. Their house was only three blocks away and as I walked I got nervous about what to say to him. For some reason, maybe it was just female instinct, I pulled the tissue out of my bra. My nipples were stiff from fear and anticipation. Even my bra couldn't keep them down. They poked against my t-shirt like two little missles. 

I put my arms over my chest until I got to the house. I rang the bell. I didn't know what I was going to say if Mrs Hall answered, but something, maybe that same female intuition, told me that his wife was not going to be at home to answer the door.

"Come in Vicki." Mr. Hall said sternly. I followed as he walked to the livingroom. "Mrs Hall took Jimmy to soccer practice. I called you here to talk about last night." He talked with his back to me. It wasn't until he turned to sit down that he noticed my chest. "I hope you have ... ah ... good ... ah ... excuse." He was now staring at my chest as I stood in front of him. To be fair, they were at eye level. And could you do better?

"Please Mr. Hall, don't be mad. It's not what you think." I said. "I was just trying to get a look at his ... you know ... thing." It sounded bad after I said it.

"Okay." He had regained his composure. "Tell me why I shouldn't call the police." He was staring into my eyes.

'POLICE!!!' I'm worried about my parents and he's talking police. "Oh please Mr. Hall, please don't call the police." I started to cry "I - I - "

"Calm down Vicki. I didn't say I WAS going to call. I just wanted you to explain what you were doing and why. I now know the what. I need to know the why. Do you like little boys? Is that it?"

"No. Mr. Hall No. It's not like that." I was calming down but still scared. I figured the best solution was the truth. "I don't have any brothers or male relatives and I was curious as to what a p-penis looked like."

"Don't they cover that in school?" He asked gently.

"Yes, but I don't know how they work and pictures aren't the same as seeing a real, live one." That was stupid. Of course it would be live, who wants to see a dead one? That would be gross.

"But Vicki. you are a very pretty girl and I'm sure with the way you look." He was waving a hand at my chest. "There are lots of boys at school more than willing to show you their - things." My nipples got tingly again when he said I was pretty. Mr. Hall thought I was pretty 

"Oh there are but then they would want me to have sex with them and I'm saving that for marriage. I just wanted to see one up close to see what it looked like. Because I never have and..." I was rambling. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the way he was staring at me. Looking at my eyes and not my boobs. No one did that.

"So what you're saying is all you wanted was to get an up close and personal look at a real, live cock?"

That word slapped me in the face. It's not that I hadn't heard it before, just never from a grown-up and certainly not in regards to an 11 year old's penis. I had not thought of Jimmy's penis as a cock, but I guess it was. Or does it stay a penis until the owner realizes he can do more than pee with it, then it becomes a cock. Mr Hall talking like that got my face hot and my nipples were straining so hard they hurt. I crossed my arms over my chest and lightly moved them across my nipples to ease the ache. It felt good. Really, really good.

"If that's all you wanted. All you have to do is ask." Mr. Hall said. He leaned back against the couch and spread his legs. My face was burning now, Blood was thumping in my ears. Was he offering to show me his? Oh my god - Mr. Hall has a penis. Of course he does, he's a man, silly. I had not thought of grown men as having that. I only thought of boys my age. I stared at his crotch. Mr. Hall saw where I was looking. "Ask me if you can see my cock, Vicki."

My throat was dry. I was really scared and excited. More excited than scared. I may never get this chance again. It was so nice of him to offer. He knew I had a problem of finding a penis to inspect and was kindly offering to help. I could hear my heart beating. A voice in my mind told me it was wrong but I had to see. I had to know. I took a deep breath. I was going to see a grown up man's penis, eh, cock.

"CanIseeyourcock." I blurted out as one word.

"Say please." Mr Hall said, smiling.

"Please, Mr. Hall, can I see it, please."

"Of course you can, my dear. Why don't you kneel between my legs so you can get areal good close look." He was smiling that 'secret' smile. My heart was beating like a - I don't know what - but it was beating faster than it ever had. My face was flush. My arms across my nipples were sending shocks through my body. I felt lightheaded. I put my hands on his knees and slowly knelt down as he spread his legs more. I sat back on my heels with my hands on his knees. 

Little did I know then that this was the position men most desired in their women. Who cares what her face looks like when you are staring at the top of her head. I held my breath as he unzipped his pants and put his fingers inside. A small whimper of anticipation escaped my lips as his fingers withdrew, pulling out his - Is that it????

There before me, poking out from the opening in his pants, was a shrivled up, little, pink, mushy blob of man flesh. It was about two inches long and it rested on a wrinkly skin flap that looked like it had two large grapes in it. My girlish disappointment must have showed on my face because he said. "Not what you expected?"

It was not. I expected a real LIVE cock and this looked like an old dead whatever. Maybe that's what happens when you get old. It's alive until you have a kid or two then it dies and becomes a penis again.

"You were telling the truth, You have never seen one before." Mr. Hall said. "Vicki. Vicki. look at me." He said sternly. I moved my gaze from his thing to his face. Even though I was feeling disappointed I was still breathing heavy. It may be dead but it was still a penis. "Not all cocks come out as raging monsters. It's asleep. It needs to be woken up." He said confidently. I must have looked confused. "YOU - need to wake it up. Touch it."

I hadn't even thought about doing that. I thought he would pull it out. It would look like the pictures. I would stare at it and then go home. That voice screamed in my head again, don't do it. But I had gone this far, I wasn't going to stop now. This might be my last chance. I stuck out one finger and poked it. I jumped a bit when it moved. It moved, maybe it wasn't dead afterall. I poked it again. It moved again and seemed a bit bigger.

"Not like that. Like this." Mr. Hall grabbed my hand and wrapped my inexperienced girl fingers around it. It was soft and squishy. It was warm and as I held it, it got bigger. It was turning into a cock right before my eyes. He moved my hand slowly up and down. It really grew then. It grew thicker and stiffer. My mind screamed - RUN AWAY - but there was another part that said this was good. Holding his stiffening thing made me feel warm between my legs. "Oh yeah sweetie. Just like that." Mr Hall groaned.

He liked what I was doing. I guess I was doing it right. I moved my hand faster. It was now about 3 inches around and 5 inches long. The head was about as big as a walnut. I saw the pee hole in the end. It wasn't long before it was as stiff as a steel rod. Now that's a cock. His sack underneath had filled out too. I was mezmerized at the sight of it. My nostrils filled with his musky man scent. I let go and it bobbed up and down. Like a cobra to a piper my eyes followed it's movement. "There you go. What a good girl you are. You woke it up." Mr. Hall said.

"Thank you." I said. I was glad I did a good job. I scrutinized every inch. The thick vein underneath. The ridge where the head began. The grapes that moved in his hairy sack. The viens running along the side of the shaft.

"I am circumsized but some are not." He said, teacher like. I pushed the head down so it was pointing straight at me and let it go. It bounced back up and then up and down a couple times. The head felt spongy under my finger. "Want to see what else it can do?" He asked.

I couldn't speak so I nodded my head. He put my hand back on it and told me to keep stroking it. I jerked it and it felt good in my hand. He showed me where to hold it. He said that a lot of times women grab too close to the base and end up jerking the balls and not the cock. He put my hand in different positions to show me. I giggled a little when his balls danced with the jerking. I decided on a place about an inch from the head.

Mr. Hall was breathing faster and his hips were moving as I concentrated on pulling his cock. It was getting hot in my hand. He grabbed my hand and spit on it and put it back. It caused lubrication and my was sliding rather than just pulling the skin up and down. There was some fluid seeping from the pee hole and I rubbed my palm over the head. "Oh god Vicki. You do that so good. You're a natural." He groaned again. 

Then he surprised me by reaching over and pulling my nipple. A shock went through me right to my toes. No one had ever touched me like that. Now it was my turn to moan. I felt like this a little when I touched them but never this intense. My head was woozy. "Ohhhh. W-w-w-hat are y-o-u doing?" It was hard to speak and even harder to breathe. I kept jerking him and felt his cock swell. It was still growing.

"That's it. Faster baby, faster. Oh shit, I'm cumming." Mr Hall shouted. I jerked him as fast as I could and a glob of white stuff exploded from the end and landed on my cheek. I slowed my hand. "Oh god girl, don't stop now." He begged. I continued to pump it again as the stuff spurted out a couple more times then slowly trickled down my fingers and into his pubic hair. The tip was real red and when I looked at his face it showed great pleasure in what I was doing. I liked that I was making him feel good because he was making me feel pretty good with what he was doing. This whole time he was tugging on my nipple and I felt like I was going to explode too. But I didn't. Not then anyway. 

Mr. Hall stopped pulling on me and then stopped my hand. He wiped it clean with a hankie from his pocket and wiped my face. I could smell it. His thing got soft again as I watched it. "Oh wow." I said.

"Was that what you were expecting?" He asked as he stuffed it back in his pants. Don't put it away my brain cried, I'm not done with it. "Uh-huh." Was all I could say. My chest was still aching and my crotch was itching. "Okay now that you have seen a penis I assume that you won't be trying to peek at my son anymore? Am I right?"

"Yes sir." I answered still staring at his crotch. He noticed.

"You know Vicki. Any time you want to do this again all you have to do is ask. I think you should go now before my wife gets home. Here's 10 dollars to show your parents for babysitting."

I was giddy walking home. I had not only seen but also touched a penis and I turned it into a cock. I smelled my hand as I walked home. It smelled of cock and man juice. The friction between my legs from walking made my knees weak. I grabbed my boob and squeezed. My nipple felt like a pebble against my palm. I rubbed my hand around my boob and like Mr Hall I tugged at my nipple. I got light headed and there was an explosion in my brain. My knees buckled and I fell against the fence. I was having a hard time breathing so I stayed there for a few seconds while I recovered. What ever that was, it felt great. I would have to ask Mr Hall the next time if he knows.

pt 2 

It was two days after Mr Hall had been nice enough to show me his penis and let me touch it until - the only word I can think of is - it puked. My brain was still processing the information and in school I checked the books to get the technical terms. Climax was a much nicer word than puke. When I got home from school, Mrs Hall was there talking to my parents. Uh-oh. I thought I was in trouble. But I wasn't. Mrs. Hall told my parents she was there to take me out for a soda and discuss a new schedule for more hours of babysitting. My dad was fine with that because summer was in a couple weeks and it would give me less time to think about boys.

I thought we were going to the drug store but she stopped in the woods near town. I was scared. I thought she found out about her husband and me and was going to hurt me. She must have figured what I was thinking. "I don't want to hurt you, I want to thank you. I know what you did with my husband and I would like you to continue." She said.




Dustin's Wife Ch. 03



That was confusing. "I - I - I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. You're still young. You think men are wonderful and they will bring you happiness." Mrs. Hall said.

"They don't?"

"Oh I'm sure they do for some women but I am a business woman. I got married to have a child. Well, I have a child so why do I need to deal with all that fucking and getting all sweaty and crawling all over each other?"

I hadn't thought of it like that. I still believed in love. It was strange hearing a classy woman like Mrs. Hall, all dressed in her business suit, talk about fucking. I guess I didn't think people like her used words like that. "You mean that you and Mr. Hall don't ...?"

"Not if I don't have to. That's where you can help me dear."

"Oh I'm not going to have sex until I am married. I want to give my husband something special on my wedding night." I must have seemed so nieve to her. And I guess I was.

"Oh, that's so sweet. But I don't want you to fuck my husband. I certainly don't want you to get pregnant. I just want you to drain his fluids so he doesn't come after me for it." She said it very matter of factly, like she was closing a business deal. - We will drain the fluids then there won't be a problem. Now on to new business. -

"I don't know how to do that." I said.

"Ha. Believe me child he will be more than happy to show you several different ways. I'm hoping you can ... relieve his pressure three times a week. There will be extra money in it. Money you could use for college."

"I guess it would be alright, if you don't mind and I don't have to have intercourse." I said. My heart was racing. She was giving me permission to see and touch her husband's thing all I wanted. I would know everything there was to know about a penis before the summer was over. We worked out the details to our mutual satisfaction. I just had to make sure that Mr. didn't know Mrs. knew and of course, no fucking. I was skipping on the way to school the next day. Extra money and all the penis I want. This was going to be fun.

The very next day I went to the Halls after school. I stayed in my school uniform. I was excited. I knew Mrs. Hall was picking her son up and taking him to soccer practice and they would be gone two hours. I rang the bell. Mr. Hall was taken aback to see me standing there in my little pleated skirt and white shirt. Like before I had taken my nipple pads out. I concentrated on making sure I wasn't breathing as fast as my heart was beating. But I couldn't control the reaction of my nipples. They stood at attention. "Vicki? What are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Hall said I was to come over to babysit for a couple hours after school. She didn't tell you?" I didn't want to just come out and say I was there to see his cock again.

"Mrs. Hall has our son at soccer practice, she must have gotten the days mixed up." He said staring at my chest.

"Oh no. What am I going to do? I told my dad I was babysitting. If I come home too soon without the money, he'll think I was lying and was with a boy. He'll be mad." I tried this little pouty voice I heard in a Shirly Temple movie. It sounded so desperate, even I felt sorry for me.

"Would you like to come in? We could talk or something until it's okay for you to go home. I can give you the same money you would make from babysitting and that way your dad won't find out."

He could have said - so your dad won't be mad - but he said 'find out', usually not a big deal but considering what we - I - was going to do, it made all the difference. "Oh thats sounds wonderful, Mr. Hall." Thanks Shirley Temple.

"I think you can call me Jeff." He said. I sat on the couch and Jeff went and got me a soda. He came and sat beside me. I could smell his aftershave. I got lightheaded. He made small talk about school and stuff but I was having trouble concentrating. He noticed and asked if there was something wrong. He had worry in his voice. Like he was afraid I was going to tell someone what happened. If he could have read my mind he would have been laughing and out of his pants before the door closed.

"Well ...." I paused. "I don't know if I can tell you."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart."

"But I don't know if you will know what it is. It's a girl thing. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hall?" For a second there was a flash of panic in his eyes, then it was gone and he composed himself.

"You could do that but, you know, I have been married a long time so I know a lot about women things. Why don't you try and let's see if I can help before you go bothering Mrs. Hall." He said very seriously. I noticed he tried to make me feel older by calling it women things.

"Okay. The other day when you showed me your ... cock." He was nodding his head as I spoke, like there was nothing unusual about what we did. "I got kinda itchy down here." I pointed. "And when I was walking home my pants were rubbing it and it felt like I was gonna pee and then WHAM." I threw my arms in the air like an explosion. "Something happened and I got all wobbly and couldn't walk. Do you know what happened?" I had a pretty good idea but wasn't sure and also I wanted to know if it was possible to make it happen when I wasn't walking. Because I liked it.

"Oh sweetie." He put his hand on my knee. It was warm. "I sure do know what that was. Did you like it?" He looked at me eagerly.

"I was a little scared at first but then it felt really really good." I hope I didn't have too many reallys in there.

"And you want to know how to get that feeling again. Don't you?" The way his eyes saw right through me caused me to blush. I put my head down. 

"Yes."

He hooked his finger under my chin and lifted my head. "I can help you with that." He was smiling that 'we've got a secret smile' again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded my head. His hand slid up my leg to the hem of my skirt. My heart was pounding. Was he going to lift my dress? Would he want me to show him my panties? Was he going to show me his cock again. I looked at it and it was big in his pants. It was awake today. "First little Vicki, you need to understand why that wham thing happened and how. I need you to lift your skirt so I can show you how it happened."

He was making me expose myself to him. Holding my breath, I slowly pulled my skirt up to the place where the crotch of my virginal white panties came into view. His eyes got real big and he swallowed hard. He stared for a second, then motioned with his fingers for me to keep pulling it up. I pulled my skirt up to the waistband. The full front of my panties were exposed. There was a bump where my pubic hair was and a dent for my pussy. "You are so beautiful." Jeff said. "Right there is where it all happens." He said pointing to the little indent in my panties. "That's what the boys want and that's what makes you feel that 'Wham' thing."

"But how?"

"I'm sure you've heard it called your pussy or your cunt, but I think cunt is a rude word. If you take off your panties, I'll show you how to get that feeling again in your cunt." I wasn't sure I wanted him to see my pussy or my cunt. I knew if you took your underwear off that boys, and men I guess, would have intercourse with you. I was saving myself.

"I really can't do that, Mr. ...Jeff. I made a promise not to have sex until I am married. I don't think we should ...." I was trying to explain when Jeff put his finger in the dent and moved it up and down. Like rubbing only softer. My pussy got itchy fast. My nipples were taut and itchy too. I saw sparks. "W-w-w-what a- r- e yo-u do-doing. Ohhh my." I stammered. I was getting that feeling again.

Suddenly he stopped. "Did you like that?" I nodded my head. Then he said if I took my panties off he would... Before he even finished. I lifted my hips. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down to my knees. I lifted my legs and pulled them over my shoes. I dropped them to the floor. My pussy was naked before Jeff's leering eyes. I was embarrassed and covered it with my hand. "Oh Vicki, what a delicious little cunt you have. Don't be shy, I'm gonna teach you how to make yourself feel good." He said smiling.

He took my hand from my own crotch and put it in his lap. I hadn't noticed but he had unzipped his pants already. My fingers felt the heat from the opening and I fished my fingers inside and automatically encircled his pecker. He was very stiff. On my own I began pulling on it. "Ohhh yeah. Good girl." He said. He undid the button and opened his pants. I saw my hand inside his boxer shorts. "Take it out." He said hoarsely. I pulled his cock out and pumped it. "Yeah sweetie. You do that and I'll do this." 

Jeff pushed my knees apart. I knew I was blushing. No one had ever seen me so intimately. He fluffed the dark hair on my pussy and it tickled a bit.

He used one hand to spread my pussy open and I could feel my face get even hotter. He could see deep inside me. The lips were spread and the pink folds were exposed. He looked at me and touched two fingers to his tongue. "Right here is what is called the clit."

Wham - bang - boom. When he touched it my head almost exploded. It wasn't as big as the other day at the fence but it was close. He wiggled it back and forth. "Ohhh Jeff. Ohhh my. Ohhh my. What are youuuu doinggg?" I said between gasps.

"I am showing you how to play with yourself to get that feeling whenever you want. Do you like it?" I answered by nodding and pulling harder on his cock. Somehow having his dick in my hand made it feel even better. He smiled at me and spread my legs very wide. He hooked one over the arm of the couch and the other over his leg. He ran his fingertips up and down my virgin slit. My young hips twitched every time his fingers came in contact with my clit. He explained that while the entire area of my pussy was capable of delivering delicious tingly feelings, it was the clit that brought the most severe. He used his thumb to demonstrate that.

"Oh yes. That -- feels -- won - der - ful." I said between twitches. Then Jeff stopped rubbing me. I was so disappointed until he took my own fingers and put them there. I had not felt inside my own pussy except to wipe after peeing. It felt slick and kind of like inside my mouth. He took my index finger and positioned it.

"Do you feel that little nub right there?"

"Ohhhhhhh." I felt it.

"Just rub that back and forth as soft or hard as you want. Which ever feels better. Sometimes fast and then slow. You'll get the knack." He said. He let go of my hand and relaxed against the couch, watching. I had one hand stroking his erect cock and the other rubbing my wet pussy. It felt naughty to be there with this married man and me manipulating the both of us. I loved it. I squeezed him harder as I increased the speed on my pussy.

"Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh." I started to moan from the sensation. I pulled his cock and rubbed myself. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I felt something on my chest. When I looked, Jeff was unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to stop him but my hands were full. I watched in a daze as more buttons were opened and my bra came into view. My hard nipples poked against the material. I knew I was going to scream if he touched them. He hooked a finger in the front and pulled out and up. Like magic my tits were naked. I looked at them like I was seeing them for the first time. The smooth pink skin melons. My nipples were bright red and stretched out further that ever before. 

Jeff's eyes got real big. "My god. They are magnificent." I got more excited knowing he was looking at me fully exposed on his couch. My big tits and my furry pussy, with my legs spread eagle. I pulled faster on his cock and rubbed my clit harder. I felt like I was going to pee. There was a pressure building like I was going to explode again.

"Huh, huh, huh." I was panting. Then it happened. Not an explosion down below but higher. I looked and saw Jeff had put his mouth on my nipple. The sensation was unbelievable. It was causing fireworks behind my eyes. I could tell every time he sucked on it. Then he flicked at it with his tongue. It was too much. I moved my hand furiously across my clit. My legs stiffened and my back tensed. I had to let go of his cock and bite down on my finger. "Uuung, uuuuung, uuuuuung." I grunted. My hips twitched and convulsed. My whole body shook and then WHAM. The explosion hit me. I couldn't move. Every muscle tensed except my hand. I kept rubbing my clit until I couldn't anymore. 

"Aaaauuuugh." I screamed around my finger. It was like a dam bursting and washing over my body. Every nerve ending was alive and convulsing. I may have passed out. When I opened my eyes I saw Jeff's cock right in front of me. It was like a big purple headed snake ready to attack me. I could smell his muskiness.

"Open your mouth Vicki." I heard someone say. I did as I was told and felt the rubbery texture of his cockhead slide past my lips. It was a bit salty. It filled my small mouth. I heard him tell me to suck it. Like a straw. My body was warm and tingly and it felt good what I was doing. He had made me feel fantastic and I wanted him to feel it too. I closed my lips and sucked. I tried to keep my teeth out of the way but he filled my mouth so much, I know I scraped him a few times. Jeff began moving his cock in and out of my sucking mouth. It was only a few seconds and I felt it get bigger. I thought I was going to choke. I couldn't breathe. 

"Oh fuck yeah. Suck my cock you little whore. Suck it." He shouted. He put his hand on my head. His grown up man cock exploded in my teenage mouth. I had no choice but to swallow. I gulped as fast as I could as his stuff went down my throat. It didn't last long. It was easier to breathe as his cock got smaller and softer. I kept sucking until Jeff pulled it from my young lips. I flopped back against the couch exhausted. Jeff wiped my face with his hankie and retrived my panties. That was my offical introduction to blow jobs and orgasms. Is it any wonder that I equate giving head with cumming. To this day the sight, smell or feel of a hard cock is all it takes to get my juices flowing and my nipples aching.

Over the next year we did everything but fuck. I played with myself every day. He showed me a position called 69. I didn't like that as much as the others because it was hard to pay attention to the cock in my mouth when he was licking me at the same time. We only did that a couple times. I liked when he put his cock between my tits and I pushed them together. He stroked between them while I sucked him when it got close enough. What I liked the best was when he licked me and then I sucked him. He put his fingers in my pussy a few times when he licked me but he never tried to put his dick in.

I held it once when he took a pee just to answer my question of how to aim it but he got stiff part way thru and made me squeeze it real hard to stop the stream. We walked to the shower and I released my grip and -boom- his pee shot out like a firehose against the shower wall. And then of course I sucked him off to get it soft again. We took a couple showers together, although that was very tempting to let him stick his cock in me. Both of us naked and soapy. He washed me and I washed him and it always turned into a jerk off session for us both.

What's funny now that I look back, is that I never had any interest in the guys at school. Here I was becoming an expert cocksucker and getting my pussy licked or fingered three times a week from a married man, and I had no desire to apply my skill to anyone else. They tried. Oh how they tried. I think I looked upon what Mr. Hall and I had as a mini-marriage. There were a couple times when he made me cum so hard that I was tempted to let him fuck me. I even asked him once just before I left for college but he was always true to his promise that he wouldn't. He said my first time should be with a boy I loved. He was a nice man.

Now his wife and son? 

*

coming soon

pt 4: DILDO SHOPPING 



Dustin's Wife Ch. 04



This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.

This is a series about a couple guys who wanted to get back at an asshole at work, which so many of us do. 

P. S. Thank you for your feedback. I appreciate hearing from readers. I was scolded for stating that this was fiction. It is not - this is a TRUE story. A disclaimer is just that - it allows deniability. I only put in that 'made up' part for legal reasons. There are some things we did that could get us, Mike and me, in trouble with the law as you will read in this and other chapters. Every action, word, grunt and groan happened exactly as written. In fact I am currently living with Vicki (not her real name, again for legal reasons). She is as wild and sexual as ever and by the way, is blowing me while I write this. (Damn you made me give away part of the ending.) My buddy and I are always thinking of new ideas of how to make her cum. If you would like to be part of our adventures, stand in front of your place with a sign saying, 'pick me Vicki, we may see it while we are driving around. Who knows. You may be in the next chapter.

I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife as much as we do.

Chapter 4: Dildo Shopping

Vicki sat on her bed wondering what to wear. What is appropriate for going out to buy a fake dick. A skirt? Yes a skirt. She was going to be with the two guys she was fucking and she didn't want to have a bunch of fumbling with buttons or zippers if they wanted her to try out a dildo. Oh my god. Would they want her to do that? In the store? A sexual tremor shivered through her. She had never been to a sex toy shop and so had no idea what went on there. But if the word sex was in the name then they probably didn't play pinocle there. 'Penis-nocle' she thought and laughed.

She was giddy with excitement. "Get a grip on yourself girl." She said out loud and then grabbed her tit. She laughed again but it turned into a groan as she brushed her fingertips across her ultra-sensitive nipple. "Stop that." She told herself. Vicki decided on a pair of see-thru red panties, french cut, not thong, a pleated, plaid skirt, a white short sleeved dress shirt and knee high socks. To complete the look she put her hair in pig tails. The proper schoolgirl. Except that her huge breasts were swinging free and her nipples poked little tents in the front of the shirt. The shirt was thin enough to show the darker area of her areola. The skirt came to about 4 inches above her knees. She sat on the bed and looked at her watch. She still had a few minutes before she was to meet them. She wondered if she had enough time to quench the itching in her pussy, again. She thought better of it. She wanted that tension. She didn't know what was going to happen but she wanted someone else to make her cum. That she was sure WOULD happen.

At 6:30 she drove to the mall and parked. The mall was a good place to meet because she could leave her car and if anyone saw it, she could say she was shopping. It was just getting dark so she wasn't worried about being seen in Andy's car. Vicki waited about 10 minutes for the guys to show up. She was lightly stroking her inner thigh resisting the temptation to finger herself. She saw a couple teenage boys walking across the parking lot and wanted so badly to call them over so they could see what she was doing. Maybe if she asked nice they might let an old lady of 32, like her, suck their dicks. It had been so long since she had tasted young cum. She wet her lips. Someone banged on the trunk of the car and she jumped.

"Whatcha doing in there Vicki?" It was Andy. He was standing with his thumbs hooked into his belt loops and his fingers framing his bulge. She wet her lips again. She wanted some of that. Mike appeared beside him. She stared at the two bulges just a couple feet away. Her hand moved up her leg. 

"Goddamn, can't you keep your fingers out of your snatch for even 10 minutes?" Andy asked, jokingly.

"C'mon Andy." Mike said. "She's not playing with herelf in a parking lot as she watches a couple young bucks walk by." Vicki blushed knowing that he had read her thoughts. "She not that type of woman. She's married." Mike reached in through the open window and flipped her skirt up. Her fingertips were about an inch away from her cunt. "See. What'd I tell you. She's just thinking about it." 

Vicki opened the car door. "You guys woke the beast. Don't blame me for feeding it." She swung her legs to get out.

"Sweet Jesus Christ. Stop right there." Andy said. She was sitting with both legs over the side. "Spread your legs." He said. She did. The housewife knew she had made the right choice when both guys whistled as her little red panties came into view showing her slit through the thin material. Vicki smiled at their attention. She put one arm across the steering wheel so they would notice she was also braless.

"Oh fuck." Mike said. "You are so goddamn sexy." Vicki blushed again. After 12 years of being unnoticed it was nice to have guys drooling over her. "Thank you." She said. "Oh no, thank you." Andy said. He looked at Mike. "Can't we just stay here and fuck in the car. She looks so tasty. I can see her nips through her shirt. Look at her pigtails. I could hold on to them while I fuck her face." He put his hand on his zipper.

"Hold on there, big guy." Vicki said. She put her hand on his and then slid it to his cock. She squeezed him through his jeans. "Keep this in your pants for now. I have been thinking about going shopping all day." Andy frowned. "If you buy me something nice, I'll let you watch me use it." 

He smiled and took her hand. "Let's go then." Andy led her to his car. Vicki murmmered softly when Mike came up behind her and put his hand under her skirt and touched her ass. He rubbed it as they walked. His fingers tried to slip under her panties. "Hey." She said, brushing him away. "Bad boys don't get a treat." She scolded.

"And what do bad girls get?" Mike asked.

"Bad girls." Vicki said, as she slid to the middle of the front seat. "Get fucked in the ass by your fat cock." Her hand went inside her shirt as they drove away. Mike kept her purring all the way to the shop by caressing her thigh close to her crotch. Andy was rubbing the other leg. Vicki had to stop Mike a couple times. Once when he touched her pussy and once when he grabbed her tit.

"Oh no. Slow down cowboy." She said prying his claw off her tit. "Listen up both of you. I love when you touch me and do other things, but my boobies are very sensitive. They are like the fuse on the dynamite. I can cum just from having my titties sucked so please, if it's just priming the pump, don't touch there." Both guys said that was good to know. They looked at each other wondering about her new found confidence. "And don't pet the kitty unless you are going to feed her. Kitty has claws when she's hungry." Vicki said as she dug her nails into Mike's hand when he grabbed her crotch.

"Ouch." He said pulling his hand away. "So many rules."

"Not so many. Now put your hand back on my leg, I like that." She said .

"I do believe we have lost control." Andy said.

"As if either of you ever really had it." Vicki answered. "She who rules the pussy, rules the world."

"So true. So true." Mike said as the housewife fished in their pants. 

"Look at me. I'm skiing." Vicki laughed, as she sat with a cock in each hand. She stroked them both slowly until they got to the sex store. "So what do they have in here?" Vicki asked as they left the car and walked to the store, arm in arm with her two men.

"Videos, games, dildos, oils bunches of stuff." Mike said.

The store was like a wonderland to Vicki. With her Catholic school up-bringing and her dull marriage, she never knew there could be so many sexually themed items. The pimply faced kid at the register did a double take when they walked in. He smiled at Vicki. A big dumb smile. Vicki's heart was thumping in her chest. So many things to bring her pleasure. She looked at the counter. The wall behind the clerk was covered with toys and accessories. Like a kid at toys r us, Vicki was giddy. She ran to the counter, her tits bouncing. The clerk stood open mouthed as she jumped up and down in front of him. His head nodded following her bouncing breasts. Vicki clapped her hands as she looked at her new toys. "Whee! I want that. And that. And that. And that big one on the end. And ... what do you do with THAT?" She was pointing to some bondage stuff.

Mike walked around the store, there were no other customers. Andy laughed and joined her. Andy put his hand on her shoulder. He looked at the clerk. He was a skinny kid about 19 with a bad haircut, braces and lots of zits. He was smiling so big he could have swallowed his own head. "Calm down kitten, your bouncing knockers are going to kill this guy." Vicki stopped bouncing and smiled at the kid. "I'm sorry." She said demurly. "I'm just so excited." She pressed against the counter and her tits rested on the glass top.

"Ah. I can tell." He said shyly, staring at her knockers. Vicki looked at where he was staring. Her nipples were poking out like two fingers against the confines of her shirt. The lights in the glass counter made her shirt see-thru so the outline of each tit and details of her nipples were very visable. "You are a naughty boy." She said. She looked at her chest again and with her head tilted down she raised her eyes to meet his. He blushed so deep she thought his head was going to explode. Vicki wanted to have a little fun and tease the guy. He looked like the kind that never gets laid. 

"Do you think I have nice boobies?" Vicki asked with a sexy grin. 

"Uh- huh." He answered, still staring.

"You wanna see them?" The kid nodded his head so hard it almost fell off. Vicki's hands went to the buttons. Andy stopped her.

"If you are not going to behave, we are going home." He said.

"I'm just having a little fun. You don't mind, do you?" She batted her eyes at the kid.

"Um ah er. Ah ... no. I don't. I mean ..."

Andy decided to join the fun. "You like what you see kid?"

Scared that he got caught trying to flirt. "Oh no sir."

"What?" Vicki said.

The clerk looked at her. "I mean I ...I." Knowing he couldn't win he went into sales mode. He didn't want the guy getting mad because he was turned on and didn't want the woman mad because he said he wasn't. "Is there anything you see that you like? Sir? Maam?"

"You look like the kind of guy who knows women." Vicki wasn't done with him yet. She moved back from the counter a bit and lifted her skirt. The sight was amazing. Her dark socks stopped at her knees. Then there was an expanse of pink flesh up to her red sheer panties. Her skirt framed the top of the picture. Her thin panties showed all she had. Her neatly trimmed bush and her pussy lips. She spread her legs a bit and tilted her hips up so he could get a better view of her snatch. "You got anything that will fit in here."

The young clerk stumbled back like he had been slapped. He wasn't use to a beautiful woman with a body like the porn stars, who were his jerk off fantasies, coming into the store. Much less one of them showing him her pussy. He was going to faint. Mike had been looking around the store and saw them at the counter. 'This can't be good.' He thought when Vicki lifted her dress. He walked over. "What are you two doing? Stop that. Leave the poor guy alone, or I'll make you blow him. You know I hate women that tease and you said you weren't one." Mike said sternly, pushing Vicki's skirt down. Vicki dropped her skirt and glared at him. 

"You'll make me blow him? Have you forgotten. I own the pussy, I make the rules." Vicki said with her hands defiently on her hips.

"Oh yeah. About that." Mike reached out and pinched her nipple. He held it and started jiggling her tit as if it was a handle.

"What the fuck!" Vicki shouted. "Let go." A chain of sparks went off in her head. "Dammit, Let go." She tried to pull away. Wrong move. All that did was cause him to hold tighter. He grabbed the other. "Stop. Stop, please. Ssssstop." Mike saw she was losing the battle between being the boss and lust. He tugged on her tits and pulled her to him. He bit the lobe of her ear. Vicki's look changed from anger to need. 

"You are such - a - bastard." She was no longer in control and realized she never was. "Oh shit that feels soooo good. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Ohh babyyyyy. Please stop or you'll make me cum. Pleeease." She begged. The clerk was entranced watching the show. He never knew women could be so starved for sex. He was really excited and put his hand in his pocket. He rubbed himself as he watched.

Mike whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna shove my cock in you right here in front of this guy." He twisted her nipples roughly and true to her word, Vicki started to orgasm. She was already so amped up that the thought of a public fucking brought on tremors. Vicki whimpered and shook. Her tits were aching and sent sparks to her pussy. It was a little one but enough to stop her in her tracks. "Oh God. Oh God." Vicki moaned. Her body tensed and her eyes closed. She put her hands on Mike's shoulders to steady herself.

Andy went to the wall and picked the big dildo Vicki had wanted. It was about 11 inches long and as thick as the cucumber he had made her use. He slapped it on the counter. "Can I get a deal on this if she can get it all the way in her twat?" The clerk looked at the fake dong and at Vicki and nodded. Andy motioned with his finger for Vicki to come over. 

Mike didn't want to lose his advantage so he let go of one tit, slipped behind her, and hugged her with both hands on her knockers. He squeezed and fondled them as he pushed Vicki toward the counter. Vicki was recovering from her mini-orgasm as Mike walked her to Andy. Mike's actions and the feeling of his hard dick pressed against her ass as they moved got the fires burning again. She saw the dildo on the counter and gasped. There was no way that would fit in her. Was there? 

"I guess you need to watch to see if it fits." Andy said. The clerk just stood there with his mouth open and his hand in his pocket. Andy grabbed a chair from behind the counter and put it on the floor by a display of videos. He motioned for Vicki to sit down.

"I can't. Not here." She begged. "Not in public. Not in front of him." Mike slipped his hand inside her shirt. "Ohhhh." Vicki moaned. His hand on her naked flesh got her twitching again. He cupped her tit and ran his thumb over her nipple. Vicki groaned and sat down with Mike behind her still playing with her tit. "Goddamn that's huge." Mike said.

Andy grabbed some lube and coated the rubber cock. He held it front of him and stroked it like he was jerking off. Vicki was mesmerzied. It looked like a real cock the way he was holding it. Without thinking, she spread her legs. Her hand went behind her and rubbed Mike's bulge through his pants. "Legs up," Andy commanded. Vicki pulled her knees to her chest. Her thin panties were soaked and displayed her pussy for the clerk. Mike released her tits and held her legs up just below her knees. He spread them apart. Andy moved closer. Vicki gasped when he grabbed her panties and ripped them from her. He turned to the clerk. "Souvenier." He threw them on the counter. He rubbed the head of the dildo against Vicki's pussy. "Holy shit. You're soaking wet girl."

Vicki was mortified at being spread eagle in front of this stranger with her pussy open and exposed. No one but her husband had seen her naked until a few days ago. Now she was spread wide for a kid she didn't know in a public store with a guy she hardly knew trying to shove a monster dildo in her. She wanted to put her legs down but the need to get fucked was greater than her shame. The chance of someone else coming in and seeing her added to her excitment. Andy grinned and looked at Mike as her hairlined lips parted and accepted the head of the massive dildo. He twisted it one way then the other to loosen her up. Vicki was rolling her head back and forth. Moaning like crazy. "Fuck me with that big dick, daddy. Make me cum." The clerk watched in stunned silence as half the massive cock was worked into the woman's pussy. Andy took Vicki's hand and put it on the dildo so she could fuck herself. He went to the clerk. "Ever seen anything like that before?"

"Ah. No."

"To tell you the truth, me neither, but it's fucking great. Ain't it?" Andy smiled as the clerk watched, open mouthed and wide eyed. All he could do was nod. Andy put his hand on the kid's shoulder. "Take your hand out of your pocket, boy." He told him. The clerk quickly complied and said he was sorry. "It's okay, I'm half tempted to jerk off myself. But I won't and you won't. You know why?" The boy shook his head. Andy pointed to Vicki. "There's better ways to cum." He led him by the shoulder to stand beside Vicki. Dustin's wife moving the dildo in her twat with her eyes closed but opened them when she felt something brush her leg. She looked and saw the clerk standing so close to her that his leg was touching hers. His face was like a kid on Christmas day with a house full of presents. She looked lower and saw the bulge of his hard on.

"Oh god. W-w-w-hat are ... oohh ... oohh.. you d-d-d-oing?" She looked at Andy. She was embarrassed to have the clerk standing so close watching her push and pull the dildo, slick from her juices, in and out of her raw cunt, but she just couldn't stop.

"What's your name, kid?" Mike asked.

"T-t-tommy." He stammered.

"Vicki, this is T-t-tommy. Say hi."

"Hi Tom-Tommy-y-y." She groaned out as another wave of pleasure went through her.

"So Tommy." Mike said, pulling Vicki's shirt open. "Ever seen tits like this?" Tommy shook his head. "Not in real life."

"Real." Mike said. "Oh these babies are real. No implants, all natural. Look at them nipples." Mike reached over Vicki's shoulders and squeezed her tits. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs. Vicki groaned and pushed the dildo further in. Vicki was more turned on than she had ever been. The shame and excitment of having this stranger look at her exposed body while she fucked herself with a huge fake cock was electric. The dildo was making squishy sounds as she moved it. She felt like such a slut. 

"Go on. Grab one." Mike said. Vicki looked up at Mike and shook her head. She didn't know what would happen if this stranger, this kid, touched her. "No. Please no." She pleaded. Mike took the kid's hand and put it on Vicki's tit. "She'll love it." Tommy, encouraged by the men nodding their heads, started squeezing Vicki. He felt her hard nipple against his palm. "Pull on that big nip." Mike urged. Tommy did.

"Yessss, touch me. Rub my tit." Vicki cried out in pleasure. Andy reached down and stopped Vicki from fucking herself. She looked at him panting. "What? Hhuh Hhuh. "Don't stop me. Don't stop me. I'm right there."

"Tell Tommy you are sorry for teasing him."

Vicki tried to push the cock back in but Andy held it. Vicki looked at Tommy and then at his crotch. She groaned as his and Mike's fondling of her chest caused another pleasure wave. She needed to cum and was ready to do whatever was necessary. "I'm sorry." She said between breaths.

"Now ask if you can suck his cock to show that you are not a tease." Vicki stared angrily at Andy. She was not that far gone. "No. Don't make me. Please Andy. I can't." 

Andy shoved the dildo into her hard and fucked three strokes then pulled it almost all the way out. "Oh god. Noooo." Vicki cried. Andy pulled it out further. The woman knew she had to do what they said if she was going to get release. She looked into the clerks bulging eyes. "Tommy. Tommy can I please suck your cock, please." Tommy looked at the two men and then nodded his head. Vicki reached up and unzipped his pants. She reached in and pulled out his stiff pecker. It wasn't as big as she had hoped but it was stiff. She could smell his ball sweat. She dragged him by his dick until she could reach it with her mouth.




Dustin's Wife Ch. 04



"Oh fuck." Tommy groaned. Andy pushed the fake cock in her again. "Muuumm. Muummm Mmmmm. Vicki groaned around the cock in her mouth. She used one hand to hold Tommy and the other to work the fake dick. Tommy couldn't believe his first real tit was on a sexy woman who was also giving him his first blowjob. This was the best day of his life. He squeezed the tit and moved his hips against Vicki's pretty mouth. He almost came from just the sight of her pretty face with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "This is the best day of my life." He said to Andy and Mike. 

Vicki cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on him. She was lost in a lust rage. His cock tasted so good and felt good in her mouth. Tommy grabbed her head and she knew he was close. 'Men always grab your head when they are going to cum.' She thought. 'I guess that's to keep you from pulling away.' That was not necessary with Vicki. She pumped the dildo between her legs faster as he fucked her mouth. Tommy cried out and his cock exploded. Vicki took him deep so she wouldn't miss a drop of his young cum. She shuddered as another climax hit her. 

"I think she's hungry." Mike said, watching her throat move as she swallowed.

With his orgasm finished, Tommy pulled his shrinking dick from the woman's still sucking lips. He collasped against the counter. Andy took his place and fed his cock to Dustin's wife. She slurped on it eagerly, wanting that next load in her throat. Andy pumped his hips against her face, pushing his cock as deep as he could. Vicki didn't gag. She took him all the way to the balls. Andy groaned as his cock went down her throat. Vicki pumped that massive rubber cock all the way in her twat as she felt Andy grab her pigtails. She relaxed her neck muscles and his cock moved into her throat canal. Vicki had never experienced this before. Like the movie, she was using her throat to milk his cock. It was tickling her and sending new thrills throughout her body.

"Suck it Vicki. Suck my cock." Andy screamed at her. He held her pigtails and viciously pumped as far into her mouth as he could. He held her face tight against his pubic hair. "Oh fuck, baby. I'm cumming. Auuugh. You bitch, take it all. Auugh." Vicki was surprised by the fierceness of his orgasm. Feeling his cum pour down her throat, his pulling her hair, Mike mauling her tits and the monster organ between her legs caused the massive climax she so desperately needed. Her body twitched and jerked as it hit her.

Andy pulled his dick out when he finished. He had to struggle as her throat tried to keep him there. He had never had a woman take him so deep and when he came it was like her throat muscles were squeezing the juice out of him. His dick exited her mouth with a popping sound. Vicki twitched again when her airway was unobstructed and she could breathe. She took in big gulps of air and shouted. "I'm cuuuuummming. Oh fucccck. I'm cuuummming. Oh god. Oh god Oh god." Her body shook as her orgasm overtook her. Her hands and feet flailed and Mike wraped his arms around her to keep her from hurting herself. It looked like a siezure. After a couple minutes her breathing slowed and her limbs stopped twitching. 

"Holy fuck, man. Is she alright?" Tommy asked, scared.

"Yeah. She just cums hard." Andy said. Vicki opened her eyes and looked at Mike hugging her. "I love youuuu." She hoarsely whispered. She reached her hand out to Andy. He held her hand. "I love you, too." She said weakly. "She's fine." Andy said, pulling the dildo out of her. He looked at Tommy.

"Take it. After what she did for me you can take anything you want."

Mike put Vicki's clothes back together. Vicki had trouble standing and walking so she put her arm over Mike's shoulder. He helped her out of the store and to the car. Andy filled two big bags with sex stuff. He figured he collected about a thousand dollars worth. He followed the others out to the car. Mike sat in the back holding Vicki and Andy drove. Vicki was acting drunk or stoned. She was leaning against Mike. "I love you." She slurred her words.

"Of course you do." Mike replied. "I do. I really do. And you Andy. I love you." Mike stroked her hair. "You didn't cum, did you?" She asked him.

"Naw. That's okay. You came enough for everybody." 

"I came." Andy called from the front.

"Boy did you ever. I thought you were going to drown me." Vicki said. She still sounded woozy. "My pussy hurts. And my hair hurts and my throat hurts." She turned to Mike. "My ass feels okay if you want to fuck me there."

"That's okay sweetie. I'll get mine later." He pulled her backward to rest against him again. "You guys are so nice to me."

"Nice??" Andy said. "We treat you like a whore."

"But I'm your whore and I know you would never let anything bad happen to me. You make me feel better and sexier than I ever have. Are you sure you don't want to fuck my ass?" Mike shook his head. "Can you rub my boobs. They hurt." Mike slipped his hand in her shirt and softly caressed her breasts. He tried not to do it in a sexual way but that was impossible. After a couple rubs her nipples were erect again. His fingers were brushing over them. "Oooooh god. That feels sooo good." Vicki purred. "Fuck, you know how to make me feel good. I can feel your cock digging into my back." 

"Sorry." Mike said as Vicki moved and laid on her side on the other side of the seat. "Don't be sorry. Just stick it in my ass."

"Vicki." Mike said. "I think you have had enough tonight."

Vicki pulled her leg to her chest, presenting him with a nice ass view. 

"C'mon tiger. My juices are still flowing and I need your cock." She said, reaching back and spreading her cheeks. Mike pulled out his cock. He spit on it and laid on top of her. Vicki held his dick and positioned it at her asshole. She moaned as she helped him get it in. Mike felt her tight asshole accept him. He pushed deep into her. "Fuck me baby. Fuck my ass." Mike was so horny he knew he wouldn't last long. It took only a few strokes and Vicki moaning and begging him to cum in her ass. She grunted as he drove deep into her bowel and shot his load. "Oh yeah. I can feel. I can feel it. Pump it all in me." 

When they were done Andy threw a towel from one of the bags. Mike laughed as he read it. 

"What?" Vicki said.

"It says ass wipe." Mike answered as he cleaned up.

"When you are done can I use it?"

"Of course."

"Was it good, baby? Did you cum good?" She asked.

"It was great. You are always great. You know that." Mike said handing her the towel.

"Do I take care of my guys or what? And you take care of me. That's why I love you." Vicki said, holding the towel to her ass. "My car's over there." She kissed them both on the cheek and got in her car.

"What's with this love business?" Mike asked Andy as she drove away.

"Hey you were the guy who said - what can go wrong."

"Yeah, we might be in trouble here."

EPILOGUE:

Tommy smiled when they left. He really did mean they could take whatever they wanted. He knew he would get the money back and then some. He whistled as he went to get the tapes from the two security cameras. This really was the best day of his life.

Of course the best day of young T-t-tommy's life was nothing compared to the worst day of his life, which happened about 8 months later. He was leaving his new house heading to his porsche when he was accosted by two unknown assailants, that he can not identify and had never seen before. They took his wallet and broke his leg. And this happened the same night a mysterious electrical fire burned up a bunch of boxes of junk in his basement. According to the official police report.

"Hey T-t-tommy. Remember us?" A voice called as a hand landed on his shoulder. It landed hard.

"Hey g-guys what's happening? What are you doing here?"

"We were just driving by and spotted you and decided to stop for a talk." Mike said, still holding the kid's shoulder.

"About what?"

"This." Andy said, holding up a copy of 'VICKI BUYS A DILDO.'

"Oh that. I was trying to get a hold of you guys to give you your share but I didn't know how." Tommy said nervously.

"Our share. And how much is that?" Mike asked.

"Well that's tough to figure out right off the top of my head, but its a few grand for sure." 

"That's great." Mike said, "Can always use a few grand. Keeps the ladies happy when you spend money on them."

"Yeah." Tommy said, feeling more relaxed. "And we can get a whole lot more if you guys can find that broad again." He said eagerly.

"Who? Her?" Andy asked, holding up the tape.

"Yeah. Listen her tapes are selling like hotcakes. I've sold about 40,000 in just a few months over the internet. That bitch is a goldmine." Tommy realized he said too much when he saw Andy figuring the numbers.

"That's more than a few grand. Lets see. 40 k sold at eh." Andy looked at the tape. "80$ a pop. That's a couple? Three million. Ain't it?"

"But it's not all profit. There's expenses. Distrubition costs. Production costs. Materials, shipping, accounting. You understand." Tommy countered.

"Seems like young Tommy has become quite the businessman." Mike said and it was the last thing Tommy heard before the crushing pain in his knee caused him to scream and pass out. "No one but us calls our whore a bitch." Mike said.

Tommy came to in a chair in his home office. It had taken the guys about 15 minutes to find the safe behind the entertainment unit. "That's a big safe, Tommy. I bet there is a lot of stuff in there. What's the combo?" Andy asked.

"You can't do this you bastards." 

It took Mike only 45 seconds with a letter opener to get the combination from him. Andy was impressed. Feeling the blood run down his neck, Tommy realized that while you can get by with only one eardrum, no amount of money will buy back the second one. 

"Well lookie here. "Two tape masters. It's smart to keep them in a safe or someone could steal them. And what do we have here? Money, money, money." Andy said. He spoke loudly so the kid could hear him.

"Don't take it all, please." Tommy begged.

Andy told Tommy that they were not heartless and Andy divided the money into four stacks. One for each of the stars. After the money was divided, he took half of Tommy's stack. "Because you didn't ask permission." Andy said. Mike called out from the basement that something happened and a fire started in the room where 4 cartons of the video were being stored. They all burned up. Along with the duping equipment. Tommy cursed at them again. Mike came back to the office. He leaned in to whisper to the kid while Andy put their money in two big garbage bags. They were stuffed so full he had to pack them down. 

"That woman is no longer available for more movies. If you know what I mean. We know who you are but you don't know who we are. So it's best to bite the bullet on this one or bad things could happen. Bad, bad, bad things." Mike squirted lighter fluid, from the can he used for the fire, onto Tommy's lap. Tommy jumped and his damaged leg caused him to scream in pain. He got the idea. 

After they left he thought about telling the police everything but then he didn't know what laws he might have broken in making the tape. Also he didn't want to have to explain how he knew those guys. He thought about revenge and realized he wasn't brave enough for that. 'Fuck it,' Tommy thought. He dialed 911. He looked at the stack of bills, about 300k. 'I can always find some slut to make another movie but I only got one dick.'

coming soon:

DUSTIN'S WIFE PT5: GANGBANGED



Dustin's Wife Ch. 05



This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this.

I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife.

*

"So what do we have in store for our fuck toy today?" Mike asked when he learned that they were going to visit Vicki again.

"Not just today." Andy answered. "The company is sending Dustin away for a three day training seminar. Leaves Fri morn. and comes back late Mon. Take your vitamins and eat your wheaties my friend cause we are going to fuck his wife all weekend." He smiled wickedly. 

"I want to go with you." Vicki told her husband.

"No."Dustin said, throwing clothes in a suitcase.

"I never get to go anywhere. I'm in this stupid house all day."

"You wanted this stupid house and I have to work my ass off to pay for it." He got some clothes from the closet. "And this is a work thing."

"You don't want me there. You're ashamed of me." Vicki pouted.

"These are business people. You're a housewife." He said

"I'm a housewife because you won't let me get a job."

"Like you could do a job. About the only one you could do is a bra model if they let you wear big ass stretch pants."

"You think my ass is too big?"

"Well, maybe you could do some exercises while you are home all day instead of watch tv." Dustin closed the suitcase.

"Now you are saying I'm fat?"

"Not me. The mirror says that."

"Your friends from work don't think so." 

"Which ones?" 

"That Mike guy from the birthday party the other night."

"His wife walked out on him and he's desperate. He was just trying to get in your pants. Little does he know."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"It means that some sports cars look good but drive like a tractor."

"Maybe it's the driver and not the car. Some drivers take time to warm up the car before they go for a drive."

"Are you kidding. A fucking volcano couldn't warm up a stone cold bitch like you."

"Go fuck yourself."

"At least I'd be satisfied when it's over."

"You'd be the only one."

"I've got to go. I'll be calling several times a day and you'd better be here when I do." He threatened.

"Or what?"

Dustin backhanded his wife across the face. Vicki fell across the bed. "Don't talk back to me bitch." He saw her lying across the bed and got excited. He loved being in control. He walked to the side where her face was. He unzipped his pants. "Open your mouth. You're going to give me a goodbye blowjob."

"No," Vicki answered.

Dustin grabbed her wrist and twisted it. Vicki screamed. Vicki saw his erection and knew he would keep hurting her until she did what he wanted. She opened her mouth for him. Dustin only lasted a half dozen strokes. Vicki swallowed as he shot his load. '"You're a lousy fuck but you give a decent BJ.' He said as he stuffed his cock in his pants. He picked up his suitcase and left his wife crying on the bed. "Be here when I call, bitch." He said.

Dustin had been gone for about 5 hours and Vicki was still upset, when the phone rang. "Just got in. I'll call later."

"When?" Vicki asked.

"Whenever I fucking want to. You just better be there."

He hung up without saying goodbye. 'Fuck him.' She thought. 'I'll go out if I want to go out. And I'll go where I want. She thought about calling Andy and Mike but then decided not to. She had other options. 'I bet there are a lot of guys out there who don't think I'm fat.' Why should she tie herself down. Now that was something she hadn't tried yet. If she was going to cheat on her husband, then shouldn't she see what's out there. Besides she was getting feelings for Mike and Andy and didn't want to end up getting hurt when they got tired of her.

Those two are just having a fling and using her for sex, so why can't she find it on her own? If they really cared about her they wouldn't let her stay with a husband that abuses her. They would come up with some way to keep her to themselves. But they don't care, so why should she. Vicki was angry as she sorted through what clothes to wear. She wasn't sure if she was angry with Dustin or the other two. They knew he was out of town. Why haven't they called? 

She looked through her closet and realized, she had nothing sexy to wear. Over the years her husband had controlled what she could buy and what she could wear. She had a couple gowns and jeans and frumpy housewife dresses but nothing that would get anyone's attention. "I need to go shopping for slut clothes." She said. Vicki went to the mall. Before she left the house she decided on a pair of yellow and red striped panties as her base. She would build her outfit from there. She threw on a pair of old jeans and a shirt, knowing they were going in the trash as she bought replacement articles. 

There were so many stores she had never been in because Dustin thought only whores and tramps shopped there. Well since she was now a tramp it was time to get the right clothes. Wanting to increase her chances of getting noticed she bought an white elastic tube top and a short yellow skirt. She couldn't wear her bra with the top because she was pushed in pretty tight. She looked in the dressing room mirror. 'Holy shit, you better cover the girls a bit more.' Her mind told her. Her tits were stretching the top so much it was almost see thru. Her nipples created little, well more than little, dark bumps that said - Hi. Pinch me - and deep enough cleavage that someone could fall in. She put on a red shirt but tied it at the waist rather than button it. She lifted her skirt. She wiggled her hips.

"They match." She giggled. "Girl you are hot."

Vicki left the store with her old clothes in a bag, which she dropped in the nearest trash container. She was delighted as different guys started following her around. She would lose one by going into a store and another would follow when she came out. She went to the shoe store and watched the salesman's eyes bulge when she spread her legs enough for him to see her panties. They weren't see-thru but displayed an outline of her pussy mound for him. She tried several pairs of shoes and when she left his eyes weren't the only thing bulging.

She was followed into a bookstore by a kid who looked just barely 18. She made sure to reach for high books or bend over for low ones. She thought it was cute that he pretended to be interested in the same sections as she was and always managed to find a book behind her. She worked her way to a back corner of the store where they were the only two customers, Vicki turned to face him. He was sweating and blushed when she caught him looking up her skirt. "Young man." She said. "Are you looking up my dress?"

"N-n-no." He stammered.

Vicki walked over close to him. Her tits were just below his chin. She stroked his hair. Vicki looked around and saw they were alone. She lifted her skirt and showed him her panties. He stared wide eyed and open mouthed. She pulled her top off one tit. The kid gasped. "Have you ever seen a tit before?" She asked. All he could do was stare and shake his head. The nipple was hard enough to poke his eye out. Vicki moved forward and her nipple went into his open mouth. "Suck it." she ordered.

He was close to passing out but instinct took over and he sucked like a baby on the pretty woman's boob. His hand went up to squeeze the other. Vicki put her hand down and felt his boy cock. It was thin and only 4 inches long but it was hard like a rock. She squeezed him through his pants. The boy pulled away from her tit and looked questioningly at her. "Suck my tit and I'll jerk you off. Be quick before we get caught." 

The boy jammed his face back on her massive breast and sucked like his life depended on it. Vicki moaned quietly, enjoying the feeling. Her other hand rubbed him through his pants. She did another security check and unzipped his pants. The kid groaned as her fingers touched his erection and pulled it free. Vicki pushed his head away. She wanted to do more than touch him. His sucking her tit got her excited. She dropped to a squating position. His boy meat smelled delicious. She opened her mouth. The boy groaned loudly as she sucked his cock. It only took a few seconds for him to cum. He instinctivly held her head and bucked his young hips against her face. 

"Oooohhhhh." He moaned as his cum was sucked from him.

Vicki eagerly swallowed it all and took a couple extra licks before she stuffed it back in his pants. Vicki stood up and tucked her tit back in her top. At the end of the aisle an old man was grinning as he watched them. His hand was rubbing the front of his pants. "Hurry up." Vicki said as she motioned with her finger. The old guy almost ran to her, unzipping and pulling his erection free from his pants. He stuck his hands in her top and mauled her tits as Vicki dropped to her knees and sucked him. His cock tasted of sweat and smelled like liniment.

"Ohhh yesss." He groaned. "Thank you. Thank you." 

Vicki sucked him hard and played with his balls. When she felt his balls pull up she knew he was going to cum. She took his pecker as deep as she could. His gray pubic hair tickled her nose. He too only lasted a few seconds in her expert mouth. "Ung Ung Ung." The old guy grunted as he came and pushed his hips against the younger woman's face. He had a bit more jiz than the kid and Vicki swallowed it all. She stood up and he was shaking. She noticed his eyes were tearing up. He hugged her and told her that he was 67 and that was his first ever blow job. His wife didn't do that.

Vicki left them standing in the aisle smiling at each other. She laughed thinking the kid and the senior would both have a story to tell their friends about their first blow jobs. She hoped the old guy would tell his wife. She tasted the cum on her lips and knew she needed to leave the mall before she got into trouble. The taste and feel of the two strange cocks got her pussy churning. Just before the exit she saw a good looking guy by the restrooms. She turned to go to him. She wasn't sure what she was going to do but fucking him in the men's room was a thought. She stopped in her tracks when a woman came out of the ladies room and hooked her arm in his. She thought to approach them for a threesome but was not that brave.

On the way home, Vicki spotted a bar in a section of town she had not been to before, which wasn't strange because most of the town she had not been to before. It was right beside a little movie theater. There were lots of cars and trucks in the parking lot and a couple bikes. It was called Vic's hideaway. 

"This is fate." She said out loud. "A place for Vic to hide away." 

She parked and went inside. It was quiet and nice inside. There were lots of couples eating. She felt safe. She sat at the bar and ordered a wine. She was thinking to wash away the taste of the double BJ, but in the back of her mind she knew she was looking for a fuck. She needed to be careful of how much and what she drank or she might end up fucking the whole bar.

Carl and Jessie were playing pool in a connecting room and they spotted her when she came in. "Damn that fucking broad is hot. Look at dem tits." Carl said. 

"I would love to break my dick off in her ass." Jessie said. 

]"I bet she's waiting for some rich guy. A bitch like that only goes for rich cock." Carl said, taking his shot. 

"Yeah. Unless you got a porsche and a trunk full of cocaine you ain't getting none of that high class pussy." Jessie echoed.

After about a half hour the crowd started to thin out. It was couples getting a bite before the movie. By 9:30 there were only two other women there besides Vicki. She looked around and noticed they dimmed the lights after the food crowd left. The music was getting louder and there were more single men coming in than couples. Around 10 she had gotten control over her urge to fuck someone and figured it was time to leave.

"Hey sweet thang. Where you off to?" It was Carl.

"Me?" Vicki asked.

"Of course beautiful." Jessie said. "I couldn't help but notice you when you came in but I thought you were waiting for someone."

"No, I'm not. My husband is out of town and I just wanted to get out for a bit." Vicki said.

"What's your name?" Jessie stuck out his hand.

"Donna." Vicki had decided on that name before she came in. She shook Jessie's hand. He had a nice firm grip.

"Well, Donna. You wanna?"

"What do you mean?" She said.

"Pool baby. You want to play some pool?" Jessie pointed to the tables in the other room.

"Oh no. I don't know how to play pool."

"I'll teach you. C'mon. It'll be fun. You came out for some fun, didn't you?" Jessie said, smiling wide.

'I did come out for some fun.' She told herself.

"I'm Jess and this is Carl." 

He was standing close to Vicki and his cologne was very nice. Exciting almost. He had the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. She went with him as he gently tugged her hand and pulled her off the stool. Jessie led her to the back room. Vicki didn't see the guys low five each other behind her back. Carl grabbed his crotch and made a fucking motion behind her as they walked.

Vicki was having fun pretending to learn how to play pool. She knew the guys were able to see up her skirt when she bent over. A couple times one of them lifted her skirt higher with his cue. They were touching and pushing up against her more than they needed to, but she was enjoying the attention. She had a couple more drinks than she planned and was feeling it. 

She bent over to make a shot and Carl stuck his cue between her legs and pushed it against her crotch. He slid it back and forth. Vicki could feel her pussy getting warmer from the action. "I can't make my shot when you do that, you naughty boy." She chided. She disengaged the cue from between her thighs and moved to make a different shot. Jessie was standing behind her showing her how to make a shot and his hard cock was pressed against her ass. Vicki wiggled her butt. "Is that your pool cue poking me?" She asked laughing.

"That's Jessie's big stick." He said in her ear. He was leaning across her back. His cologne was getting to her. She didn't know that Jessie used a pheromone laced brand. Vicki missed the shot. 

"Darn it." She said. She laughingly pushed Jessie away and bent over again to make the shot. Jessie used the end of the pool cue to lift her skirt in the back.

"Donna, I can see the crack of your ass through them little panties of yours." Jessie said.

"No you can't" Vicki said. She twisted and lifted her skirt and tried to see. "You can not, you're just being naughty."

"I can too."

"Where." She asked innocently.

Jessie bent her over the table and lifted her skirt. The thin striped panties were in full view. They were stretched tight across her ass. He put one hand on her back and hooked a finger into waistband of her panties. He pulled them down to the bottom of her ass. Her bare butt was presented to both men along with a behind view of her pussy lips. "Right here." He ran a finger down her crack to her pussy. 

"Stop it. Stop being so naughty." Vicki giggled. She pulled her panties up. She was having fun. 

"I know what the trouble is." Carl said. He pushed Jessie aside and took his place. "See Jessie." He grabbed Vicki's tits. "These get in the way."

"Cut it out." She giggled. "You'll make me miss again." Vicki almost let out a pleasure moan when Carl grabbed her. It felt good to have strong hands fondling her. The cock against her butt and his mauling her tits made her want to be bad. Why not? It wasn't like she wasn't already a slut. She was fucking and sucking Mike and Andy. These guys were no different. 

A couple more blow jobs might just do the trick of making her feel better about herself. She always felt better when she made a man happy. She pulled Carl's hands off her chest and straightened up. She turned to face him. Their hips were pressed together. "You know what might be fun?" She said, grabbing his hands and putting them back on her tits. He pinched her nipples and she closed her eyes and moaned. He kissed her hard on the mouth. "That was nice." Vicki said when he broke the kiss. Jessie moved in to get his share. Vicki wriggled free from Carl's arms amd looked at them. "I was thinking you two should play and the winner gets a special treat."

"Godamn Jessie. This gal has an idea there." Carl said. 

He hooked a finger in Vicki's top and tugged. She stopped him. "Uh-uh." She waggled her finger at him. "You gotta win first." 

She squeezed her way around Carl and sat on a chair in the corner. The guys began playing. Everytime one of them bent over for a shot from the corner near her, Vicki would stick her hand between his legs and squeeze his cock. The game was taking longer than they wanted so the guys secretly agreed that Carl was the winner of the first and Jessie would be for the next. Carl shot a ball into the pocket. 

"Ha ha. I win." He shouted.

Vicki looked at the table and there were still a lot of balls there. "But there's still balls on the table." She said. 

"This is 9 ball." Carl said. "You just have to get the 9 ball in and you win." He walked toward Vicki. "Now time for my reward, Donna. How about you don't worry about the balls on the table and start to concentrate on the balls that are hanging right here." 

His crotch was level with her face. He traced his fingers around the outline of his hard on. Vicki looked around. There were a few guys at the other tables watching. 

"I don't know. Those guys are watching us."

"Hell, don't worry about them." He said. "They won't mind." 

Vicki stared at his bulge. She did want to see it and taste it. She moved her hands to his zipper and undid him. She reached inside and pulled it out. It smelled strongly of sweat and musk. She rubbed it on her face revelling in the scent. She opened her mouth and took him in. 

"Oh yeah girl. Suck that cock." Carl groaned as Vicki sucked him. Vicki's hand went between her legs and rubbed her itchy pussy. 

Carl turned and gave the thumbs up to Jessie. He held Vicki's head and she stuck her arm between his legs and put her hand on his ass. She pushed his hips so he was fucking her face. Carl reached into her top and played with her naked tit. Vicki moaned at the touch of his flesh on hers. It felt so good. She pushed her own hand inside her panties and stuck a finger in her cunt. Carl pinched her nipple and that made her suck him harder. She stopped pushing his ass so she could jerk it. Vicki took her mouth off his dick and licked his balls.

"Forget doing that shit. This ain't a date. Suck my goddamn cock." Carl growled. The woman slurped and slobbered on his cock. She felt his balls tighten and sucked harder. "I'm cumming honey. Suck that cock you fucking tramp. Swallow my kids." Carl bellowed. He pumped his hips against her face. Vicki swallowed it all. She reluctently released his deflating dick. 

"Oopsie. All done." She said, holding his soft dick. When Carl stepped back, Vicki saw six fellas standing in a semi-circle around her. They all had their hands on their zippers. 

"I'm next." Jessie said. He pulled her to her feet. 

"What are you doing?" Vicki started to protest.

"I don't want no BJ. I want some of that uptown pussy." He bent her over the table. The guys gathered around to block the view from the other room.

"No." Vicki said. She was struggling. "No sex. No."

Jessie grabbed her panties and pulled them to her knees. Two guys held her hands. Jessie roughly shoved two fingers in her twat. He moved them around and pulled them out. He made a show of putting them under his nose. 

"Smells like a sloppy wet cunt that went slumming and got more than she bargained for." 

He put his hand on her back and rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips. Vicki struggled harder. She tried to scream but Jessie covered her mouth as he pulled her head back.




Dustin's Wife Ch. 05



"Oh Donna. I wanna. Fucka your twata. And I'm gonna. Ung ung ung. Oh oh oh. I'm fucking me an uptown ho." He sang into her ear as he pushed into her." 

Vicki tried to fight but she was too worked up. Three blow jobs plus the finger fucking and now a stiff cock pounding her. The sensation was too much. His cock sliding in and out was heating her up. She still had the taste of Carl in her mouth. It wasn't long before she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. Jessie stopped moving and put his hands on his hips. Vicki did the fucking. 

"Look at that ho, she loves cock so much she's fucking him."

"Oh god. Oh god." She cried. "I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder you son of a bitch." Vicki cried out. 

Jessie grabbed her hair. "No one calls my mother a bitch, you cocksucking whore tramp." 

He pushed hard on the back of her head and smashed her face into the pool table. Vicki felt intense pain and saw a blinding flash behind her eyes. She was going to pass out. Jessie pounded his cock into her even harder. "Awwwwww. I'm cumming you cunt. Take that uptown with you." He cried out as he came. He pumped his hips a couple more times then pulled out his spent cock and wiped it on her new skirt.

Vicki struggled to get up and the guys let go of her arms. She staggered and fell against the wall. Her lip was cut and bleeding, her eye was starting to swell. She grabbed her purse and struggled to pull her underwear up. 

"I have to go." She mumbled. 

"You ain't going nowhere bitch." Someone said. 

She reached into her purse for her phone. She needed help. She got her phone open and felt for the auto dial. Hands roughly grabbed her and stopped her from leaving. The guys circled her and walked her to the rear exit. They pushed the door open and threw her out. Vicki stumbled into the alley. She tried to run but could only shuffle. She hit the auto dial button and then hit 5. 

"Help me. I'm at Vic's Hideaway. Help me. Help meeee." She shouted.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt whore." Someone said and knocked the phone away. 

The six men stood around her in a circle pushing her from one guy to the next. Someone pulled her top down. Everyone cheered when her tits were bared. Fingers pinched and pulled her nipples as she was passed around the circle. They were hurting her. Someone reached under her skirt and painfully pinched her ass. Vicki was getting dizzy. One guy grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. 

"A bunch of us aint cum yet but you are going to fix that. You are what we call a 'meathole'. We got the meat, you got the holes. We're gonna play a game we call round robin. We pass you around until the sun comes up and the robins come out. On your knees cunt." 

The six guys tightened the circle. Vicki had no escape. The gravel cut her knees as his hands pushed her down. Six stiff cocks were suddenly in her face. She gagged from the smell of garbage and urine in the alley. 

"Don't bite or we will bust your teeth out and fuck your bloody gums." 

She knew they meant it. She opened her mouth and took in the first one. She took a cock in each hand and jerked them. She hoped she might get a couple to cum that way. It didn't take long for the first guy to grunt as her experienced mouth brought him off. Vicki tried not to swallow but they held her nose and mouth shut until she did. They cheered when they pried her mouth open to show she had.

The group of men shifted and the cock she had been pulling was now ready for sucking. He lasted longer. She screamed around his dick as he grabbed her tit and twisted her nipple hard. It took several minutes for him to cum and pump his load down the terrified woman's throat. They cheered again when she swallowed it all. Her lip was hurting bad now and she thought she was going to throw up. The next cock smelled and tasted like he hadn't washed in a month. Vicki gagged as he pumped her face. The guy got angry at her reaction.

"My cock aint good enough for your uptown mouth, you piece of shit slut?" 

He pushed her head off his cock and punched Vicki in the face. She fell and he kicked her in the ribs. Vicki groaned in pain and held her ribs. She rolled back and forth on the filthy pavement. She felt his hands roll her onto her stomach. The housewife's panties were ripped off. They all cheered once more as her naked ass came into view. Vicki felt him kneeling between her spread legs. He laid across her back. 

"Aaaauuuggh." She screamed as his cock savagely ripped into her unlubricated asshole. Just before she passed out she saw a light come from the doorway. 

"How's my cock taste now bitch?" The guy yelled as he pounded her ass.

Two guys came out of the pool room like maniacs. One had a pool cue the other a tire iron. The guy with the pool cue slammed it against the face of the guy raping Vicki in the ass. Blood spurted from his flattened nose as he dropped like a sack of bricks. The other guy swung the tire iron into the jaw of the guy standing closest to him. He heard a crack and blood splattered everywhere. Carl fell to the ground, losing three teeth and half his jaw. 

Then pool cue guy swung and hit Jessie in the knee. Jessie went down and the cue came across his face and busted his nose, cheekbones and front teeth. Tire iron to the groin and a kick in the face on the way down, greeted another of the six. The last two looked around at the broken and bleeding bodies on the pavement, rolling in pain or unconscious. They figured no pussy was that good. They ran away. Vicki flailed her fists as Mike bent down to get her. 

"Shhh. Shhh. Hey. Hey. You're safe now." He said soothingly, while warding off her feeble blows. Vicki opened her one not swollen eye. She smiled. 

"I knew you'd come." She said before she passed out again. 

Vicki had the strangest dream. There were hands all over her. They were carrying her, and undressing her, and washing her. The hands washed her body but not in a sexual way. They washed her face and then put some kind of cream on it. They even washed her hair. Strange dream. "Oh shit, my head hurts." She said. She touched her face. "Ow ow ow." It felt swollen and she was having trouble seeing out of her eye. She tried to move and every part of her hurt. Her ribs mostly. She got about half way up and felt light headed. She fell back and went to sleep.

"So what the fuck are we going to do?" Andy asked.

"I don't know." Mike answered.

"She isn't our woman. She's married to someone else. We shouldn't be the ones she calls when she's in trouble."

"Well, if her asshole husband wasn't out of town she woulda called him." Mike said.

"Would she? Besides, that's not the point. If he wasn't out of town she never would have gone out trying to get laid or what ever it was she was doing. What was she doing in that dive anyway? Fuck. I don't even go into that place and I only live a couple blocks away."

"I know why. When you do go there, you beat people up." Mike said laughing. "Can't take you anywhere."

"It's a good thing we got there when we did or she would have been a lot more messed up. By the way. You did okay for an old guy." Andy said.

"I'm only 45 - that's the new thirty." Mike said.

"I'm only 40. What's that?" Andy asked.

"That's still 40. It doesn't become the new anything until 45." Mike said.

"You are so full of crap." Andy laughed. "What are we going to do about that woman?" He asked again. They were sitting on Vicki's couch. They had spent the night to make sure she was okay. They cleaned her up and patched her up. Mke gave her a couple valium he had. Then they put her to bed. 

"Tell her it was fun but it's over. Don't call us anymore. She's too much to handle. It ain't like she's our woman. She's got a husband for Christ's sake." Mike said. "And then we just stop with her."

"That sounds like a plan." Andy said. "It's getting to be too much. It's only been a few days but I'm jealous of her husband. I'm angry over the time he gets to spend with her and it's not me. I can't tell you how I felt when I saw her beat up in that alley."

"Oh fuck. Don't tell me that. She ain't your wife. She ain't even your girlfriend. She's his wife and we are just banging her." Mike said. "Where does this go in your fantasy world? She leaves him and the two of you live happily ever after, until she cheats on you. Oh no, even better, Dustin realizes the error of his ways and says, 'Gee Andy, I now know she is too much woman for me and you have my blessing to fuck her whenever you want."

"You can be such a prick sometimes. I know it will never happen but I miss having a wife. I miss being important to someone. I know you had problems with your ex, but I didn't. I liked having someone telling me they loved me when I left for work." Andy answered.

"And you think she loves you?" Mike snapped back.

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe she could. Why are you mad at me?"

"Because. I know she is nothing but trouble. If we keep on with her it will be a train ride through hell." Mike said.

"And you'll be the first in line for a ticket." Andy said. "You're mad because you feel the same way. I saw how much you cared when you saw her face all bloody."

"Go fuck yourself." Mike answered. He went in the kitchen to get a beer.

Vicki woke up again and this time she heard voices downstairs. She remembered bits and pieces of last night and was afraid those bad men were in her house just taking a break before they came back up to hurt her again. She needed to get some place safe. She hoped maybe she could sneak away. She slipped out of bed, gritting her teeth against the pain. She had to stay bent over because of her ribs. She wondered why she was wearing a nightgown. No time to wonder about that now. She had to get out. She slowly shuffled along the wall, holding it with one hand and her side with the other. She made it to the top of the stairs and stopped again. 

The men were right downstairs in the livingroom. She heard one of them ask what to do with her. They were going to kill her. Suddenly she realized she knew the one voice. No, she knew two of them. She listened and they were the only ones talking. Oh my god. What are they doing here? They had to leave. They couldn't be here in the daylight.

She heard them talk and the night before came flooding back. She started to gag and thought she was going to throw up. She put her hand over her mouth. She wanted to scream when she remembered the punches and kicks. She gingerly touched her face and ribs. She winced in pain. She remembered her ass being on fire as some guy drove his dick in it. No wonder it was hurting to sit on the hall floor. Then she remembered there was a fight and she was rescued. Mike and Andy must have come to save her. 

That's why she had a nightgown on. They took care of her. Cleaned her up and patched her wounds. The dream of the mysterious caring hands wasn't a dream after all. It was these two guys who claimed all they wanted was sex, caring for her. Trying to get her well. She started to cry. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like someone actually cared for her. But Mike was right, she was married.

Mike came back with two beers. "So. What?" He said as he gave Andy a beer. "We have to cut her loose.

"But I don't want to." Andy said.

"Yeah, me either." Mike said, plopping down in a chair. "It's not just the sex, although that is great. It's more and I can't put my finger on it."

"She'd probably scream in pain if you put your finger on it." Andy said. "But I know what you mean. I like her and you do too or you wouldn't have come running to the rescue when she called. She's a cock addict but I like being around her. It makes me feel good the way she looks at me. Like maybe I mean more to her than just a hard cock."

"You certainly mean more than that to me." Mike said.

"Fuck you." Andy said.

"With that hard cock? Please." Mike said mocking.

Vicki heard them and couldn't believe it. She did think of them as more than just a means for sex. She liked being around them too. But she knew she was too much of a tramp for any decent man to love. And despite the way they started, she considered them decent men. She moved toward the bedroom. She was safe with them here and she didn't want to hear any more. She didn't want to hear when they decided to leave her. It was almost dark outside when Vicki woke again. There was a half glass of water and some pain killers on the night stand. She smiled but it hurt. It was sweet that the guys thought of it before they left her. She took the pain killers.

Vicki struggled to get up. It hurt real bad. She went to the mirror. One side of her face was swollen. Her lip was cut. There was a cut over her eye. Her face was a bit yellow on that side. Her wrist was black and blue but that was from her husband. She reached around and felt her butt, that was sore too. She mustered her courage, untied the nightgown and let it fall to the floor. There was a tensor bandage around her middle keeping her ribs from hurting too bad. Her one side was black and blue from under her boob to her hip. There were cuts and scratches on her knees and elbows. Her boobs had several black and blue marks near the nipples. There was a bruise on her back she had trouble seeing and it felt like a tooth was loose.

Vicki was stunned. She looked like she had been in a car crash. How was she going to explain this to Dustin? He was going to beat her. Dustin! Oh shit. What time was it? What day was it? How many times had he called and she wasn't there to answer? Was he on his way home now? She sat on the bed. She was alone. Mike and Andy had left her, as they should. Her husband was going to leave her. She had no job. No money. Where would she go? Vicki wished she had died in that alley. At least it would be done. Vicki started to cry. She stumbled to the bathroom. It hurt real bad when she did her business. She looked in the bowl and was relieved there was no blood. At least she wasn't busted up too bad inside. She made her way back to the bed. The pain killers were working. She flopped on the covers and fell asleep hoping this was a bad dream but she knew it wasn't.

Vicki's tit was sending signals to her brain. Signals that were sparking little jolts in her pleasure center. She moaned in her sleep. It felt good and she liked the feeling. She slowly opened her eye and gazed at her right breast. She was on her back covered by a sheet except for one tit and a finger was flicking at her erect nipple. Her nipple moved and then bounced back. Flick. Flick. Flick. Each flick sent a jolt to the feel good area of her brain. 

"Will you stop that." She heard Andy say. Vicki moved her eye to see where his voice was coming from. He was standing in the doorway holding a cup and saucer. He moved to the bed.

"I can't help it. You know I'm a tit man and her nipples are so cute. See how they like the attention?" Mike said. Vicki looked toward his voice. He was sitting beside the bed and leaning forward, it was his finger that was casually flicking her. She smiled at him. He smiled back and moved his hand.

"You don't have to stop." She mumbled. Her throat was dry and her mouth felt like a cat had shit in it.

"Whoa." Mike said, moving his face back. "Stinky."

"Drink this." Andy said. He handed the cup to Mike and helped Vicki sit up. He put a pillow behind her. "Not you." He said taking the cup from Mike as he was about to drink. He gave it to Vicki. "Careful it's hot." He covered her chest with the sheet. 

Vicki took a sip. It was tea. Where did he get it? There's no tea in the house? Did he go out and buy tea? Was she in her house? She looked around. Yes. She took another sip. It was warm going down and soothed her. Mike moved the sheet so her nipple was exposed.

"Is that all you think about?" Andy said.

"No. But with the shape she's in, it's all I can do." He flicked her nipple.

"I like it." Vicki said taking another sip.

"See." Mike said. "Brrrrak." He gave Andy a rasberry.

"You are both like a couple sex crazed teenagers. He's obsessed with boobies and you." He was shaking his head at her. Vicki started to sob. Mike took the cup from her and put it on the table. He leaned in and hugged her.

"I ---- thought - you-u-u ---- left ---- me-e-ee." She cried the words out. I felt so-o-o a--lo---ne."

"No sweetie we're still here." Mike said, gently rubbing her back. Vicki's body jerked as the sobs came out. She cried for several minutes while Mike held her. She tried to talk between the tears. 

"Th-hey hurt me so ba-ba-bad. I w-w-was so-o-o sc-sc-scared."

"I know honey, but you're safe now. The bad men are not here." He said. After several minutes she calmed down and kissed his cheek. He let her go and she rested against the pillow. She was ashamed of her behavior. She hung her head. Mike gave her the cup. She drank it without looking at them. She finished it.

"What day is it?" She asked.

"Saturday night." Mike said.

"Dustin?" She asked, looking up. "He was going to call."

"And that fucking phone was ringing off the goddamn hook until Mike got the idea to pull the outside wire." Andy said. He saw the worry on her face. "If he calls the phone company they will tell him it's line trouble. We checked. And then we called the conference to make sure he's still there, he is."

"What about this?" She touched her face. "Ow."

"Mike came up with an explaination for that. He drinks more than I do so has had more experience with excuses. Your excuse is." Andy continued. "That you missed him so much, you got drunk, tripped on a pillow on the floor and smashed into that huge wood coffee table you have downstairs." 

Vicki looked at him in disbelief. Her mind grabbed the excuse and picked at it. 'No one would believe ... they might ... Dustin would. He thought she was clumsy. Especially when she drank. She would have to change the missing him part but it could work'.

"Why did you think we left you?" Mike asked.

"Because I'm a tramp and a whore. I'm a terrible person. No one can care about a person like me for long. I always let them down." Vicki said sadly.

"You didn't let us down. We let you down." Andy said.

"What? How?"

"We were going to come by because we knew HE was out of town but we didn't want you to think we needed you. We wanted you to call us." Andy answered. "If we had come over you wouldn't have gone out on your own."

"You need me? Why would you need a whore like me?"

"You may be a whore, but like you said. You're our whore." Mike said.

"I think I'm in love with you guys." Vicki said tearfully.

"You can't." Mike said sadly.

"Why?"

"Because you are married." He told her.

"But I don't want to be. Not to him."

Mike stood up and kissed her forehead. "We can talk about this later. "We will stay tonight but we have to leave tomorrow." Andy kissed her too. 

The next morning Vicki woke up feeling better. She checked herself in the mirror. The cuts were healing nicely. Her side hurt a lot less and the swelling on her face was down enough that she could almost open her mouth fully. Not enough to get a cock in there but enough to eat food and she was starving. She put on a robe and went downstairs. She peeked in the guest bedroom and Mike was sleeping. In the livingroom Andy was on the couch. She made coffee and bacon and eggs. She was putting the food on a platter when a pair of arms gently hugged her. She reached back and felt for his pecker. Before he spoke a word she said. 

"Good morning Andy. I see you are awake and up this morning."

He kissed her neck. "How did you know it was me?" Vicki squeezed his erection. "You are a girl of many talents." He said.

"You want breakfast?"

"I sure do." Mike said. coming into the kitchen.

"Will you put some pants on. I don't want to see your stiffy bouncing around while I eat." Andy said, releasing Vicki and taking the platter.




Dustin's Wife Ch. 05



"She doesn't seem to mind." Mike said, walking up to Vicki and sliding his hands in her robe. "Where's my titties." He opened her robe. "Good morning girls. I see you are both awake. A little bruised and battered though." He held both tits in his hands and kissed the nipples.

"Mmmmm." Vicki moaned. "You had better stop that or you'll have to eat me before the eggs."

"Promises, promises." 

Mike grabbed the toast as it popped up and put it on the table. Vicki got some juice and joined them at the table. The three of them ate in silence until Vicki couldn't stand it any longer. 

"Are you going to ask?"

"Ask what sweetie?" Mike said.

"What I was doing in that place." Vicki said.

"We know what you were doing." Andy said. "For the same reason we go to bars. People get lonely. Of course our choices are a little more upscale." Vicki smiled. She watched Mike shoveling food in his mouth. Andy shook his head and kicked Mike under the table.

"Ow. What?" Andy tilted his head toward Vicki. "Fuck, you stopped me from eating for that." He looked at her. "This is great, you cook as well as you fuck. Ow. Stop it. Okay here it is." Vicki prepared herself for the bad news. She was losing them. She put her head down and clenched her fists. 

"We know you are a sexually charged woman and there may be times that two cocks are not enough, and we just can't satisfy you. Let's face it. Andy is not getting any younger."

"But I ..." Vicki started but Mike stopped her with a finger across her lips. "Hey look, you can stop her from talking with a finger too." Vicki opened her mouth and bit his finger. He pulled it away but she didn't say anything.

"We're both lonely and tired of the dating scene. It started with you as a way to get back at Dustin because we both hate him. Somewhere along the way we both realized that being with you was the time we longed for. You are sexy, beautiful, funny and make us feel alive. His wife is gone. My wife is gone. Before you, we spent time alone in our places wishing someone else was there. We liked being in a relationship. You are married and that is up to you to decide what to do with that. All that being said, it's probably not a good idea but, we would like to continue seeing you if you want to. You make us feel - needed."

Vicki looked at Andy and he was nodding his head. She moved over and kissed him on the lips. She went to Mike and kissed him. "I want that very much." Vicki said cheerfully.

"One condition." Andy said. "You must never ever again go out looking for cock on your own, or we are gone. If you need some more cock, we'll go find it together."

"Agreed." Vicki said. She was happier than she had been in a long time. Her two men still wanted her. She was their whore. After breakfast, Vicki said she wanted to take a shower but wasn't sure she was steady enough on her feet. She asked the guys if they could join her to keep her from falling. In the shower her ass was still sore but her pussy was fine and she found that her ribs didn't hurt all that much when she came. Well the third time they did but it was worth it.

Dustin came home the next day. He was furious about the phone and called the company to complain about the slip shod service in connecting the line to the house. He laughed when Vicki told him how she got hurt and called her a clumsy bitch. She told him that she was upset he could be so uncaring and moved into the guest bedroom. She needed a place to make her plans for leaving him. She wondered if the guys would take her in or if she would have to get her own place? A couple days later she went for a STD test. She knew the guys at that bar were a good risk for something. Fortunately she didn't get anything but she made a mental note to use condoms when fucking strangers.

coming soon

DUSTIN'S WIFE pt 6

Vicki's story 2