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Your Wife

By: wifwat



Personalise this story for You and your Wife.

Paste this story into a word processor, i.e. Word.  Using word replace. Change H1 to your name. Change W1 to your wife’s name.  (H1 x 11. W1 x 18)

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I told my friend H1 that I needed an escort for Friday evening, he assumed that I was going to a function and suggested that I take his lovely wife W1 with me as she does enjoy a night out. When he asked W1, she jumped at the chance saying that she was fed up staying in, as they hadn't been out for months.

I went to pick her up at 9pm on Friday and explained to H1 that we would probably very late, maybe 2 or 3 in the morning. He assured me that was OK so long as W1 was enjoying herself. Just then I turned to see W1 descending the stairs. She was gorgeous. A black cocktail dress that showed plenty of leg and a low neckline that displayed her lovely cleavage. I had to turn away from H1 so that he wouldn't notice my aroused state but W1 had noticed. She looked directly at the bulge in my trousers and her lips gave the hint of a smile. Then parted and the tip of her delicate pink tongue slid across her full lips moistening them. I thought to myself that we had better get out of the house quick before my raging dick split my trousers open. W1 offered H1 her cheek saying, "Don't smudge my lips." Then off we went into the night. 

When we got into my car I said "You look a knockout in that dress, pity no one will see it where we're going." 

"What?" she shouted as I started up and drove down the street. "Where the fuck are we going?"

"To a sauna!" I said in a very matter of fact way. 

"You mean I got dressed up for nothing!" she screamed.

"Well, not for nothing. I mean I couldn't tell H1 where we were going, now could I? Look, if you like I'll take you back home." 

She looked at me long and hard, then said "OK, at least it's a night out away from the TV." 

At the sauna it was a real treat watching W1 undress, she just stood there with her hands on her hips dressed only in her high heel shoes and black stockings & suspenders.  She looked good enough to eat, and I had every intention of doing just that. I made a mental note that one day I would shave that lovely cunt of hers. 

"Everything has to come off." I said. 

"But I like wearing heels, they make me feel sexy." 

"Sorry but they'll melt in the sauna. Off!" 

Reluctantly she took them off. We went to the bar with just towels wrapped around us. W1 looked good; her towel was short enough that her cunt flashed as she walked. I was slightly turned away from her talking to the barman when 2 guys moved in on her. One stood on her right and the other one got between us.  They were saying things like "Come on sweetie, let's go to a private room." 

"A gorgeous babe like you needs lot's of attention." 

W1 wassaying "No thank you." And "not just now...." But they weren't taking any notice and holding an arm each were propelling her towards the passage to the private rooms. She wasn't putting up much resistance so I figured that she really wanted to be talked into it and was probably 'getting off' on being half forced to go with them. I gave them a few minutes start before following to watch the fun. My dick was as hard as rock. I was as turned on as if it had been my own wife and not H1's wife. Mind you, no one there knew she wasn't my wife, everyone had seen her being taken away from me and it was just as much a turn on being humiliated that way as if she was my wife. I walked along the passage way looking into the rooms, there was lot's of action going on but I needed to see 'My Wife', 'My W1'being fucked. Tonight she was mine, she belonged to me. It was my wife that strangers were fucking. She of course wasn't really my wife but the adrenaline pumping through my veins didn't know the difference. My dick ached, my mouth watered at the thought that it would be me sucking her cunt clean.

I came to the room where W1 was being fucked by one guy whilst she sucked the other guy's dick. There where 3 black guys standing around the bed watching. Just then the guy fucking her started to cum into her lovely cunt. W1 was trying to moan around the dick in her mouth but was drowning in the sponk the dick was shooting into her mouth. The 2 guys had finished and just got up and left her lying there. One of the black guys said to me. 

"Is she with you?" 

"Yes." I replied. 

"Get her cleaned up." He said pointing at her gaping cunt with thesponk running out of it. The 3 black guys closed the door and leftus alone. I didn't hesitate; I dived between her lovely legs andshoved my dick right up W1's sloppy cunt. What with the feel ofall the sponk in her cunt and kissing her and tasting the sponk inher mouth, it was just too much to take. I couldn't hold back asecond longer, my sponk just poured out of my dick filling W1 yet again. 

Just then the door opened and one of the black guys said.  "What the fuck! You’re supposed to be cleaning that white fuck slut." 

And shoved my head down between her legs. I didn't need telling, it was a pure pleasure burying my face into W1's sloppy cunt. I sucked and slurp away at her loveliness until she was clean. My ministrations made he cum a few times.

"That'll do!" The black guy said as he pulled me off her. I was hustled out of the door and W1 was left alone with the 3 guys. I spent an hour wandering around the sauna, watching groups and sometimes joining in. I fucked a few wives and licked a few full pussies clean. I returned to the private room just as the black guys were coming out. They left the door open and as I entered, I could see W1 lying there with a contented look on her face. Her legs were wide open and sponk was trickling out of her well-used cunt. Her tits and thighs were covered in love bites and sponk. I had had enough sex and sponk for the evening, so I helped her get dressed and took her home. 

By the time we got there, she had regained her composure. I was just going to drop her off as it was3am but she insisted I come into the house with her. H1 was asleep on the couch. She whipped of her dress pulled her knickers that had been rolled up and stuffed up her cunt to stop the sponk escaping, out of her cunt and straddled H1's face. Within second she was squirming and fighting for breath as she drowned him in the sponk of the 3 black guys. He eventually became fully awake and cognisant of the situation. I could hear him slurping away merrily at his wife's lovely well-used cunt. I quietly slipped out and left them to it. W1 phoned me the next day and told me that H1 was that 'turned on' that he gave her the best fuck she'd had of him for years. 

After he had finished fucking her, she then told him that the sponk he had sucked out of her cunt was put there by 3 black guys. She said that he then practically raped her as the news that she had been fucked by 3 black guys, sent him out of his skull with lust. She said that H1 wants me to take her to the sauna again, sometime soon, like tonight. I can't wait. 

Your Wife



This is my first submission so I would appreciate any feedback.

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I approached your door nervously, we still hadn't met and now we had arranged for me to come around and have drinks with you and your wife. I was unsure what you had told her and my mind had been racing on the way over, I was so excited from all the different scenarios I could think of I almost stopped for a wank. You opened the door and welcomed me, also a little nervous but looking very happy, you were a little shorter than I imagined. Your wife looked really nice, a tight top that showed off her cleavage and a skirt that was short but not too short. We all went inside and opened some drinks and started to get to know each other. 

We got on very well and I couldn't help noticing your wife wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were poking out firmly through her top and they looked great for sucking. I realised my attention had wandered and when I looked up again you were both staring at me expectantly, after a moment of awkward silence your wife suggested we go into the lounge and sit down. You and your wife sat in the armchairs and I sat on the couch, there was something hard under the cushion and as we were chatting I pulled it out to move it and bugger me it was a porno dvd. Your wife immediately jumped up and apologised, "Sorry about that but we do like to watch porn together occasionally, I hope you're not upset." 

With that she came across and took the dvd off me and sat down beside me, I was trying not to look but I think her nipples were even harder and the heat from her leg where it touched mine was intense. She says "Perhaps we should watch a little to help us relax, it might be fun." I can see this is as big a surprise to you as it is to me but neither of us tries to stop her. She opens the case and it's empty, "It must be in the machine." she says and when she turns the TV on and switches over to the dvd player it's on pause ready to go. She hits play and it goes straight into a group scene, a girl with big tits is being fed meat from both ends and seems to be loving it, a third guy is in the background stroking himself and I can't help thinking they all have bigger dicks than me. 

Your wife sits next to me again, her eyes glued to the screen and puts her hand on my knee. I was starting to get really excited, my cock was rock hard and must have been visible through my pants. I could see you out of the corner of my eye and you were squeezing your cock through your pants and your eyes were flicking between the TV and the couch where we were sitting. Your wife looks a little flushed and with a little squeeze of my leg she says "Why don't I get some more drinks." She goes into the kitchen and the two of us give each other a nervous grin and take the opportunity to adjust ourselves and make things a bit more comfortable. Your wife asks if I could help her and as I walk past your eyes are fixed on my crotch and you are openly squeezing your cock. 

The kitchen is quite small and I rub against your wife as I pass her and I'm sure her nipples are bigger and harder again. The atmosphere is electric and the heat from her body is intense, I walk up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder and she shudders and gives a small gasp. I pull her towards me and kiss the back of her neck and grind my cock into her back, she leans back against me and her breathing is fast and ragged so I cup her breasts in my hands and gently pull her nipples. She stifles a groan and her legs almost give way so I turn her around and lift her up onto the bench. Our lips meet and we kiss roughly and deeply and I massage her breasts and tweak her nipples vigorously. 

I can see you through the crack in the door, watching us and wanking, so I lift her top and start licking and sucking her nipples. She is squirming on the bench and panting and moaning quite audibly so I drop to my knees and she opens her legs and pulls up her skirt for me. She isn't wearing knickers and her cunt looks fantastic, gaping and wet, so I dive in and start licking and sucking and slurping. Her scent fills my nostrils and I plunge my tongue in and out of her vagina and suck on her clit. She wraps her legs around my head and pulls me hard into her as she humps my face and it is apparent she is close to climaxing. I suck even harder and grind my chin into her and her whole body stiffens as she starts to cum. With a strangled roar she spasms heavily and her sweet juices gush into my mouth and over my face and chin, the pressure from her thighs is incredible and breathing is difficult. She grabs handfuls of my hair and rubs my face all over her snatch as her spasms begin to subside, her breathing is deep and rasping and she is staring with unseeing eyes at the wall. 

I undo my pants and release my throbbing cock, in one movement I stand up and plunge into her sopping cunt as I pull her towards me. She feels fantastic, warm, moist and velvety smooth and as I start pumping into her the feeling of my cock sliding against the silky walls of her cunt as her muscles grip me and try to pull me in is unbelievable. I know I won't last long so I pick up the pace and really pound into her, she is just holding on tight with her eyes closed and her head resting on my shoulder. I look towards you and you are now standing in the doorway staring at us lustfully and fisting your cock in time with my thrusts. I slip my hand between our bodies to try and stimulate her clit and manage to flick the tips of my fingers across it. The unexpected stimulation causes her to gasp and bounce wildly on my cock which is too much for me and with a strangled yell I start shooting streams of cum into her as I pump her hard. She stiffens again and cums for the second time as she wraps her legs around me and pulls me in deep, the muscles of her vagina squeezing and releasing my cock as she milks me until I have nothing left to give. We stay there holding each other gasping and shaking and I notice you are gone with just a pool of cum on the floor where you stood. 

I slide my cock out with a squelching plop and your wife kisses me deeply and hops off the bench and adjusts her clothes. She looks at me and says "I think you had better send Jeff up to the bedroom." and staggers down the hall with a satisfied smile. 

I walk back into the lounge with my pants around my knees and my softening cock sticky with our combined juices. I look down at you in your chair with your own cock limp on your leg, put my hand on your shoulder and say "She wants you in the bedroom but first you had better suck this clean..."



Your Wife For The Contract



It had been nearly three hours since I dropped my wife at the hotel and the suspense was killing me. I knew she was getting fucked by two men, after all, that had been the deal, but was she enjoying it, how big were they, would she still want me afterwards? A million thoughts flew through my mind as I sat and waited, literally a million.

It was the biggest deal of my life and once completed would mean that at the grand age of 43, I could retire. I had spent six months working on the arms contract that would net the company fifty million pounds and me a cool one million in commission. It was all going great until the day of the signing. My boss John suggested I bring my wife to lunch with the customers, "add a bit of glamour," he said. Of course, when I told Terry she was delighted and dressed just that extra bit sexy. She always was an exhibitionist.

Terry is 35 and an ex model. She's tall and blond and has the most gorgeous figure with long models legs and a perfect 37-24-36 figure. When she walked in the restaurant wearing her high heels, transparent white blouse, black bra and short mini skirt every man in the place stopped and stared. Throughout the meal Jarmel and Dahad, our Saudi customers just couldn't take their eyes of her and, playing the part perfectly she happily flirted with them both.

After lunch John took his leave leaving me to sort out the paperwork. That's when they dropped the bombshell. They would only sign the contract if Terry agreed to spend the evening with them at their hotel. They left the table telling me to send her to their room at 8pm or the deal was off. That was it, no discussion, no nothing, we fuck your wife or you loose your retirement fund. We drove home in stunned silence.

"Well, I don't know how I'm going to explain this one to John," I said dejectedly. "Explain what," Terry demanded. "How I lost the biggest deal the company ever had," I replied. She came over and sat on my lap. "Who said you have to loose it?"

"WHAT! You think I'd let those two fucking Arabs touch my wife. Not even for a million quid." She was still wearing the mini and transparent blouse she'd had on over lunch and I could see her nipples stiffen through the sheer lace bra. "C'mon, how bad can it be? Besides, you've always had this fantasy about watching other men fuck me. This is worth one million pounds." It was more her fantasy than mine, ever since she watched a blue film of two men fucking some blond bimbo at the same time. My mind was in turmoil, I couldn't believe she was actually considering it but I must admit the thought was turning me on.

Terry squirmed in my lap. "Look, how about I wear that black set you bought me, you know, the stockings, suspenders and under the nipple bra, and... I'll wear those really high fuck me shoes. You know the effect that has on you, two seconds and it's all over, how long do you think there'll last, huh?" Her nipples were poking through the thin material and I was straining to keep my cock from getting any harder. "You're getting turned on thinking about it aren't you?" She said feeling my hard cock pressing into her arse. I must admit, the thought of these two elderly Arabs fucking my wife did have a certain appeal but I couldn't give in that easily. "No way, anyway, my fantasy was to watch and it's just that, a fantasy." She slid to the floor and released my stiff member from its confines. The heat as her lips closed over the end was incredible. Her big brown eyes locked on mine as she ever so slowly took the entire length into her mouth, past the gag reflex and into her throat. If it's one thing she excelled at, it was blowjobs.

"Imagine me doing this to them," she said, pausing for a second, "just how long do you think they could last. I bet they can't get it up twice and lets face it, one million for a few minutes blowjob is good value for money." She went back to sucking my cock. The things she was saying were starting to make sense. OK, she'd have to suck them off but at least they wouldn't get to fuck her. She started to hum as her mouth worked its magic, sending vibrations up and down the shaft. I shut my eyes and imagined the two men fucking her lovely mouth. "Oh yes, yes, lets do it," I said just as the first spurt shot down her throat. She finished sucking me dry and then headed for the bathroom to prepare for the night ahead. "There's one condition," I said, "you keep your kinky gear on and tell me every detail of what happened when you get home. Oh, and I want you back by midnight, you tell them that's the deadline."

I watched as she started to get ready. First, she tied her long blond hair back into a ponytail. "Don't want this lot messed up," she laughed. Then she applied her make up. Bright red lipstick, black mascara and blue eye shadow. She painted her toe and finger nails to match the lipstick and once that was dry she started to dress. First the black stockings with the seam up the back. She took her time making sure the seams were straight, teasing me by leaning forward further than necessary. Then it was the matching suspender belt and transparent black G string, her freshly shaven pussy clearly visible through the flimsy material. Standing up, she heaved her ample tits into the under nipple bra, adjusting them to make sure the nipples stood out straight. The final touch was a pair of black patent leather platform shoes with five-inch heels. "Well?" she asked, parading round the room, checking herself in the full-length mirror.

"Anyone would think you're actually looking forward to this," I said, the butterflies churning away inside me. She came over and sat beside me on the bed. "I'm sorry Hon, of course I'm not looking forward to it. I told you, if I can turn them on quickly, I'll probably get away with a quick blow job each. Just keep thinking, one million pounds." Standing up, She pulled on a short button up the front dress as she talked, finally standing in front of me, hands on hips. "Will I do?"

"Terry, are you really sure you want to do this. There'll be other deals you know."

"Sweetheart, in a few hours it will all be over and we'll be one million pounds richer. It'll be OK, I promise." A few minutes later and she was in her car on her way to the hotel.

It was nearly 1am when she finally arrived home. Apart from the make-up being slightly askew and her hair hanging loose she looked perfectly reasonable. I was sitting on the sofa and she came and stood in front of me. "Well?" I enquired. She pulled her wet panties from her handbag and threw them on my lap, I could see that she was slightly tipsy. Leaning forward slightly I ran my hand up her leg, enjoying the feel of the silk stocking as I made my way to her cunt. She opened her legs to give me easy access. What I felt made my heart jump. Her cunt was running with spunk. "I'm sorry love, I'm so, so sorry." She started to cry. Cradling her in my arms I took her up to bed. I had intended to help her undress, bathe her and put her to bed but when I removed the dress and saw the love bites on her tits and the spunk running from her cunt my cock seemed to take over.

I stripped off quickly and lay beside her on the bed, my hand automatically going to her juicy cunt. "Want to tell me about it?" I asked, softly brushing the hair from her face. "I thought it would all be over in ten minutes, I just didn't realise..." She started to cry again. "Hey, it's alright, just take your time and tell me everything that happened. "You do still love me don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do, now start from when you got to the hotel room.

"It was awful. The older one, Jarmel, he opened the door and led me into the lounge area. Before I could say anything he gave me a glass of champagne and made me sit on the sofa. I couldn't see the other one but Jarmel sat beside me and started to touch me up."

"What do you mean, touch you up?"

"You know, he started to run his hands up my legs and tried to feel my pussy. When I kept my legs shut he..." Tears started to well up in her eyes again. "He what?" I said impatiently. "He slapped me!"

"WHAT!"

"Oh it wasn't hard, just enough to show me who's boss he said. He told me I had to do everything they said or they wouldn't sign the contract. Then he started to run his hand up my leg again and this time he made me spread them wide. He spent ages just rubbing up and down my thigh, I think the suspenders turned him on. Eventually he moved his hand on to my cunt and started to gently rub it through my panties." Just the sound of her saying the word cunt made my cock grow another inch. My fingers were still working away at her sloppy pussy and every time I caught her clit small tremors would run through her.

"He said in his country only sluts shave their pussy and asked me if I was a slut. I said no but he grabbed my cunt and squeezed it really hard. Then he asked me again so I said yes. This seemed to please him and he started to rub it again."

"Did he make you cum?"

"I didn't want to but you know how I get when you stroke my mound. He kept pressing harder until eventually my lips opened and his fingers made contact with my clit. I could feel the material of my panties roughly rubbing against it, honestly love, I'm really sorry, I just couldn't help it." I kissed her deeply and told her it was all right. She looked into my eyes, "I really am a slut, aren't I." I could feel her rock hard nipples poking into my chest. "Then what?"

"After I'd cum he made stand in front of him and take my dress off. I could see the bulge under his robe as he looked at my tits. Then he took my panties down and made me stand with my legs apart. He stood up and ran his hands all over my body, it was like he couldn't get enough, his hands were everywhere. He spent ages playing with my nipples and then made me kneel in front of him. I knew what was coming. He undid his robe and let it fall to the floor, he was naked underneath." She went quiet. "Well? I suppose he made you suck his cock huh?"

"Oh God, it was massive."

My heart leapt into my mouth as I imagined this old Arab towering over my beautiful slut wife with his massive prick swinging in front of her face. "What, seven, eight inches, what?" She looked into my eyes and pressed her cunt harder against my hand. "More like ten or eleven," she said, tremors coursing through her body as she remembered. She spread her legs as I climbed on top and slid my modest seven inches into her. "He kept slapping it against my face, brushing it over my lips. I tried to get it into my mouth but it was too big, I could only manage a few inches. He made me lick it all the way from the tip to his balls and then he fucked my mouth again. I kept thinking, if I can just make him cum it will soon be over. I used my hands to wank him into my mouth while I licked round the rim, like I do to you. I could feel him start to shake and his balls felt really heavy. Then suddenly he just started to cum. Christ, there was so much of it I had trouble keeping up."

"You swallowed it?"

"Hmmm, some of it dripped out but I got most of it."

The thought of this massive Arab prick filling my wife's lovely mouth was just too much. With a deep thrust I added my own load to her freshly filled cunt but amazingly my cock remained rock hard, so I left it there. "My, we are turned on aren't we," Terry said feeling my cock remain hard. "Your really getting off on this aren't you?" she said squeezing her cunt muscles.

"I wasn't sure whether to tell you the rest but as your enjoying it so much I will. I was still on my knees licking the drips off his cock when I felt hands on my arse. I assumed it was the other guy, Dahad, but I couldn't see him. Fingers were working into my cunt and then I felt a cock being pushed in. Boy, were these guys hung. He held my hips and slowly fed it in, it just kept going, I thought I would split in two. I was so relieved when I felt his balls slap against my arse cheeks. He said something to the other guy who simply got up and walked away. I thought if I could make this guy cum quickly then I could get dressed and get out of there." She started to grind her hips against me.

"Um, I don't know how to tell you this but, another guy stood in front of me and pushed his cock in my mouth."

"What? How many were there, there was only supposed to be two of them, that was the deal," I said angrily. "I know, but I was hardly in a position to stop them, and what about the contract. Anyway, this guy was a bit smaller than the other one and I managed to get it all in. They both fucked me at the same time and I thought once they cum that will be it. The first guy was sitting there watching with his cock all limp so I reckoned once these two were finished then I could escape. I started to squeeze my cunt muscles and used my deep throat technique on the one in mouth. They both came at the same time."

"What about you, did you cum?"

"I think so," she said coyly. "What do you mean, you think so, either you did or you didn't."

"OK, I did." She was grinding her cunt into me again and using her cunt muscles to milk my cock. We changed position, leaving her sitting on top, her hair sticking to her face and her make-up smudged, making her look the complete whore. I played with her nipples as she continued.

"When the two guys had finished, I got up and started to put my dress on. They told me to stay as I was and to get on my knees again. Then they lined up in front of me and made me take turns sucking then hard again while they called me dirty names, fuck slut, whore, that sort of thing. Jahmel really liked calling me slut and made me tell them what a big slut I was. "Tell me you like to suck cock."

"I like to suck cock," I repeated. "And tell me you are fuck slut."

"I'm a fuck slut." He kept on, making me repeat things, all the time slapping his monster cock against my face. "Now beg us to fuck you."

They took me into the bedroom and laid me on my back on a king sized bed. I had to beg for cock. Then Jahmel climbed on and started to fuck me while his two friends watched. He made me tell him how much I was enjoying it and..." She paused, fully impaled on my cock looking down at me, "he made me tell him how much bigger his cock was than yours."

"You really liked their cocks didn't you." She looked at me. "The truth," I said, "you really liked being fucked by their big cocks didn't you slut." I exploded into her cunt for the second time that night just as the fucking bitch had a major orgasm thinking about some other guy's big cock. We were both panting hard as we came back to earth.

Finally my prick went soft but Terry had other ideas. As she licked it clean she told me how the others had taken their turns fucking her. They wanted to fuck her arse but she told them that she had never done that before and reserved that right for her husband, something I had begged her to let me do on several occasions. They made her lick them all clean before finally sending her home with the contract. "Oh, I nearly forgot, the contract." She jumped of me and retrieved her handbag, returning with a large envelope. "Here we go darling, this will make it all worth while, one million pounds." Her eyes sparkled as I opened the envelope.

"This is only for £25 million." I said reading it aloud. "Wait, there's a note. It's an invitation to a party, for both of us. It says 'The balance to be paid after the weekend performance'. What the fuck does that mean," I asked looking at her. "Well darling, you did say you wanted to watch!"



Your Wife Gets Some Big Black Cock



Your meetings finish early and you decide to make your way straight home. You feel a little guilty as you have been to see me that afternoon. When you arrive in the driveway, there is a car in the drive you don't recognize. You enter the hallway slowly and close the door behind you quietly. Something in the back of your mind tells you it's not quite right and you wander to the door of the dining room where you can hear voices. As you get closer to the door you hear your wife's voice talking to a man. 

You peer around the door to see that she is sitting on the dining room table. Her legs sprawled apart and one leg is on the arm of one chair and on leg on the arm of another chair. Beneath her is a very fit, sexy, good looking black guy in his mid twenties and he is on his knees giving your wife a good amount of cunnilingus.

You're a bit taken a back and resist the urge to say anything, you just never thought you wife enjoyed sex, let alone sex with a horny black man with a big cock. As you watch him licking her clit, sliding his tongue in her cunt and slipping his fingers into her arse hole at the same time you just can't believe that your cock is getting hard watching them. 

You notice that his boiler suit is on the chair and realize he is from the heating firm you called out to service your boiler last week, you didn't realize that servicing your wife was part of the deal! 

Anyhow, you start to pull out your cock and wank yourself gently while you watch. She is so horny and calling him 'Tony' and grabbing his head and forcing her cunt further into his mouth. You look down his body and see he has a huge big cock and it's dripping with sticky cum for your wife. 

You can't wait to see what happens next and 'Tony' stands up, your wife tells him to fuck her with her dildo. And you don't know if you're more shocked that she is begging him to fuck her or that she appears to own a big black vibrator!

He takes the vibrator and slides it in slowly and gently fucks her sopping wet pussy ( which is now soaking the tabletop), she completely loves it, she is moaning and begging for more. 

She starts to nibble the tip of his cock with her lips and then gobbles it up deep in her mouth. He pushes his cock in and out for her and she loves it. At the same time he continues to reach down and fuck her throbbing, swollen wet pussy with the vibrator. He leans forwards, still standing he licks her clitty and it looks so good that you think you might just cum before they do!

She starts to scream that she is going to cum, and says that her husband never makes her cum like that. Well now know that now you know how she likes it, you will be servicing her yourself in future. 

She sucked his cock so willingly and he walks around the front and pulls the dilo out, then he rubs the tip of his cock on her clitty and she screams with pleasure.

He slides his cock inside her and gives her a good hard fucking and rubs her clitty at the same time. Then she insists that he 'does her like a bitch' bent over the table. He gives your wife a right hard time and she loves it. He slides his fingers in and out of her arsehole and with the other hand rubs her clit. 

He pulls his cock out of her throbbing cunt and slips it easily into her arse, she loves it and you can't wait to give her one yourself as you watch. He is riding her for ages and before long you see them both sweating with pleasure and as he pulls his cock in and out you see her pussy foaming white with pleasure as he alternates fucking her arse with fucking her cunt.

He tells her that he is going to cum inside her arsehole and fill her up with his cream. She screams in pleasure and cums hard for him. You cum at the same time and feel completely exhausted especially after having had a good work out from me as well! And now of course, you're quite relieved that you and your wife are evens on the shagging other people front!

You tip toe away, get back in your car and wait down the road for a few minutes. You see Tony pass in his car and return to the house as if nothing happened. Your wife isn't even flustered but looks a little flushed and she is in a very good mood. Later that night you go to bed with her thinking that she won't be horny. You were wrong, she takes your cock in her mouth and you give her a very dirty fuck that night. You think that maybe, just maybe you will buy her a dildo. . . . . 



Your Wife is Now Our Whore



Robert would do anything to get invited to the game with the guys he worked with. He had been hinting about going to the big game Saturday, but he didn't have a ticket, and his friends knew it. They gave him a hard time all week, and Friday Robert just begged them to let him have the one extra ticket they had.

"Alright, we'll give it to you and you can go with us," Dave told him. "But, we've all talked, and if we give you this ticket, you have to do something for us in exchange," Dave demanded.

"I'll do anything," Robert insisted.

"Yes, you will," Dave answered. "There are three of us and you'll have to do for us the three things we ask. No backing out!"

Robert agreed and quickly snatched the ticket from Dave.

"That's a contract then and you will honor it!" Dave insisted. Joe and Danny smiled big and laughed.

"You don't know what you're in for," they told him with a confident smile.

On Saturday morning, Dave, Joe, and Danny pulled up in Robert's driveway. Robert ran out to get in their car. "Not so fast," Dave said. "First I need you to go get the title and the keys to that new shiny black SUV you've been bragging about."

"What!" Robert yelled, "I'm not giving you that!"

"Relax," Dave said. "I'm just going to hold the title until you honor your promise to give us the three things we ask for. When you do, you get the title back and keep the car. But if you try to back out, I keep the title, keys, and the car." Dave was firm. He looked straight into Robert's eyes.

"I'll keep my promise. I do what you ask me too," Robert went into the house and brought back the title and the keys.

"Sign it!" Dave insisted. Reluctantly, Robert signed the title and Dave locked it in his glove box.

As they drove to the game, they began to talk about Sandy, Robert's wife.

"Sandy sure is hot!" Joe said. "How did you get her?"

Robert smiled, "She loves me and I love her."

"Sandy is beautiful," Danny replied. "I've noticed how her blonde hair bounces as she walks, it bounces just like her big perky tits!"

Robert was getting a little uncomfortable.

"You're right," Dave responded. "Sandy's perfect hair bounces just above her shoulders, so as to not hide any of the bounce of her perfect tits! And her so smooth, creamy skin, her pouty lips and pretty face, its all great! But I've got to tell you guys, my favorite part of Sandy is her heart shaped, bubble ass!"

Robert had had enough. "Stop talking about my wife that way!" he spoke out.

"We're not gonna do that," Dave replied. "You see the first thing I'm asking you to do for us is to tell us all about Sandy. Undress her for us. Tell us the details of her body, any distinguishing marks, how stiff her nipples get, how good a fuck she is, and what she really likes sexually. Does she suck your cock real good? Does she like it up her ass? Tell us all, big boy, or do I keep the title, keys, and the car?"

Robert swallowed hard, but began to tell the three men all about Sandy, the first time they had sex, how she quivered when his tongue lapped her pusssy lips, how she flooded when he licked her clit without stopping. He told how she only very rarely sucked his cock, and no, she had never taken it up her ass.

Robert described the light brown almost indistinguishable somewhat heart shaped birthmark on her right ass cheek. He even described how she trimmed her blonde bush, totally clean shaven below her pussy, and the short blonde hairs above it, left just as nature had given her.

By the time they arrived at the game, all the men were extremely arroused. Dave, Joe, and Danny were smirking thinking how their plan was falling perfectly in place. They all would be fucking Sandy before the day was over, of that they were certain.

All the men enjoyed the game. Dave even bought beers and hotdogs for all of them. Robert was living it up, oblivious to the plan his friends had hatched. 

At half-time, Joe spoke to Robert. "Now for our second request," Joe looked Robert straight in the eye. "Call Sandy and tell her to bathe and do her hair and makeup, and to put on the clothes you had sent to her, what you sent, and nothing more. Tell her that she has a big surprise coming tonight, call her now and tell her exactly what I've said." Joe stared at Robert.

Robert started to protest but remembered the car title and keys. He hadn't sent her anything, and he wondered what Dave had sent her. He knew his friends were up to something, but surely it wouldn't hurt for Sandy to dress up for them.

"You really want me to wear this," Sandy told Robert when he called. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am. I sent it to you so please put it on and add nothing to it. Wear it just like I sent it. Please, do it for me," Robert wanted to be sure he got the title and keys back. "And be ready by seven," he added as Joe whispered to him.

Confident that he had two of the requests already out of the way, Robert enjoyed the second half of the game. 

On the way home, Danny spoke to Robert. "Now it's time for our last request," Danny told Robert as they pulled into his driveway. "We are all going inside together and you are going to instruct Sandy that she has a date with the three of us tonight. You are also going to tell her that she should show us a very good time. That she's to do what we ask of her. Do you understand?" Danny was grinning from ear to ear.

"I can't do that!" Robert insisted. "She's my wife!"

"I knew he couldn't do it! The little wimp. Open up the garage I'm getting my damn car!" Dave walked toward the garage.

"No! Wait!" Robert cried out. "I'll tell her. It's only one date after all."

The men all walked in together. Sandy was standing in front of the couch. She was dressed in a sexy red latex, extremely short, form fitting dress. All her curves were on glaring display. The dress zipped up the back to just barely above her hips. She was standing in matching red six inch heels with black fishnet stockings that came just above her knees.

The front of the dress pushed up her breasts, but also plunged to her waist. Sandy's large tits were squeezing out and her nipples were just visible above the latex. A black chocker collar embeded with rhinestones was around her neck. 

Sandy was stunning. She looked like a slut. She looked like a prostitute.

Speechless, Robert asked her to sit down on the couch. When she did, her dress rode up to her waist. The men could see that she had no panties on. None were sent. She had done what Robert had asked of her.

Robert looked up at the three men. Dave was tapping his pocket where he held the title and keys. Robert remembered the lines he had nervously rehearsed as he walked inside the house.

"Sandy, I want you to go out on a date with my friends. Show them a good time. Do whatever they ask of you. Please," Robert concluded.

Sandy was red faced. Her hands trembled. Joe took her by one had as Danny took her other and helped her stand up. Dave walked to Robert and handed him the title and keys. "I believe this is yours," he said.

Dave turned as the three men walked Sandy out of the house, "And, I believe this is mine," he said with his hand on Sandy's ass.

Chapter 2

The three men walked Sandy to Dave's black Expedition and opened the back door. Sandy was trembling, not understanding at all why her husband had told her to go out on a date with these three men and "show them a good time." Sandy was naive and naturally submissive. Dave had noticed that in her when she had been at company functions. She would be his perfect prey, and her husband was such a wimp, he wouldn't do anything about it.

Sandy was all too aware that her ass and pussy were on open display as she climbed into the back seat. Joe sat on one side of her and Danny on the other. Dave leaned across Danny and deeply kissed Sandy as he fondled her breasts and fingered her pussy as she was sandwiched between the other two men. They each had moved Sandy's hands over their cocks and held them there as Dave kissed and fondled Sandy.

As Dave drove off, Danny had already unzipped Sandy's dress and pulled the top down fully exposing her tits. The two men took their cocks out of their pants and Sandy's hands were placed on their hardening cocks while they enjoyed a feeding frenzy on the young wife's tits.

When Dave stopped at the traffic light, he rolled down the windows. The vechiles on either side of him were full of men who had also gone to the game. They stared when they saw the beautiful Sandy naked from the waist up, tits on full display. Dave had Joe turn Sandy so the men in the other cars could see her naked body.

Danny pulled Sandy's leg over his lap so the men could see as he fingered her pussy in the public openness of the SUV. "Sheridan room 415," Dave yelled out as the light changed. Dave sped ahead, so as to loose the other cars, hoping they would remember the hotel and room number.

Dave pulled into a park down the road. He had Sandy get out of the SUV. He marvelled at her beauty and admired her nakedness as her dress was bunched around her waist. He loved the diamond wedding ring shining in the sun, letting everyone know that she was a married woman.

"Hold your fucking dress up and walk around the car," he told her. Sandy did as she was told, walking around the car from front to back again and again. The wind felt cool against her hot pussy, her nipples stood at attention as she exposed herself as the men asked.

"Now, walk to the tree over there," Joe said. Sandy balked. The tree was a long ways off and she was in six inch heels. She soon felt the sting of the men's hands, slapping her ass. They held her there until she was in tears her hot ass burning from the spanking. "Now do as you're fucking told or next time you will get worse!" Joe threatened.

Sandy began to walk to the tree. She was unsteady due to the heels, but that only served to draw more attention to the young blonde wife walking naked except for a bunched dress around her waist. She was very aware of all the stares, men and women alike were all staring at her from their vantage points in the park.

The men back at the car admired the bright red ass they had given her and laughed at her humiliation as she paraded naked, red assed in front of whoever was looking. 

As she got back to the SUV, Dave pushed her to her knees and took out his cock for her to suck. Sandy did as she was told. "This is all a dream, she kept telling herself and I'll wake up soon." But when Dave pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the hair as she braced herself on the hood of the SUV, she felt the head of his cock press against her rosebud!

Sandy was a virgin there. But Dave kept pushing through Sandy's pleas and tears as he ass fucked her in public until he shot his hot load of cum into her bowels. She was hurt and humiliated beyond what she thought she could endure.

When she was finished using her lips and mouth to clean Dave's dirty cock, Danny pulled her to the side door. Joe was already in the vechile with his cock ready for the young wife to suck. As Sandy went about her duties to Joe, Danny found her pussy and humped her hard from behind. Both of the men came inside her and they quickly pushed her into the vechile as Dave drove off.

Chapter 3

Dave drove to the hotel, where Sandy was allowed to somewhat clean up. She got the grass off of her knees, her dress put on correctly, and her faced touched up, but the cum in her pussy and ass remained through the dinner they had in the hotel dining room.

Sandy was well aware that she was on display during dinner. She looked clean on the outside, but she didn't feel clean on the inside. The cum still dripping from her holes didn't help.

After dinner Sandy bathed and was then used by either Dave, Joe, or Danny until around midnight when she bathed again before falling asleep on the large bed. 

Robert had called around that time and Sandy could hear Dave saying, "the date is just not over yet, don't call again, and no, I won't tell you where we are."

The next morning, room service brought a late breakfast. Sandy was famished and ate, and fell asleep again before being awakened by Dave around 1:00 pm. She was used again by each of the men before Dave sat down next to her and explained that she could either choose to work for the three men as their whore, or they would simply sell her to one of their contacts overseas. Sandy was terrified.

Lunch was ordered from room service. Men were knocking on their door throughout the afternoon. Joe or Danny took their names and phone numbers. Future clients, she thought to herself.

Sandy was given an hour to think about it. She lay down on the bed and half slept and half thought about her predicament. The men meant what they said, she was sure of it. She didn't want to be sold overseas. She knew that she couldn't run away from them. The decision was simple, she had to work for the men as they wanted.

Dave had already set up outcalls for Sandy, and after a little instruction, a fresh shower and makeup Sandy knocked on her first hotel room door. "A simple suck and a fuck," she had been told. A large older man wearing nothing but boxers opened the door. Sandy looked at her watch, 8:00pm. She walked out of the room an hour later with $300 in her purse.



Your Wife, the Call-Girl



You park in the farthest back corner of the hotel lot, against a side curb, under a tree. Since you're going to be here a couple of hours, you recline the seat all the way and turn on the radio.

It's a slow-moving game. The bottom of the sixth is just ending. The home team has failed to score, and still trail by two.

10:09. The minutes drip by. You wonder what your wife and her date are up to. Has she removed her blouse and short skirt? Is he holding her, and kissing her scented hair? Is he feeling her up? Kneading the firm flesh of her beautiful ass? Now that money is coming in again she's joined a health club. Her body is sleek and toned. She's in the best shape of her life. Well...since she was a cheerleader in college. Not a cheerleader—one of those less athletic, tall, hot, beautiful girls with long hair who dance in formation on the sidelines. Or at mid-court during timeouts. That was where you first saw her, through a friend's binoculars. It was love at first sight. For you anyway. When she told you, candidly, that she was dating other guys, and sleeping with them, you said no problem, you'd wait for her.

You're still waiting.

You doze off. It's late for you. You've been up since four a.m. Old habits, from back in the day when your shift started at six. Before you lost your job during the latest, greatest Great Recession. That was over a year ago. Your wife lost her job too. But now she's discovered a new calling. And a lucrative one. Now she's the family's bread-winner. You, well, you help out where you can.

The first thing to startle you awake is the radio announcer shouting that so-and-so has just hit a walk-off home run. You fail to catch the name. Home team wins! You shut the ignition off. You awake a second time when a car parks a few places over. Who the hell is parking this far from the hotel entrance! You're afraid it's security. You raise up and peer through the bottom of the tinted driver's window. But it's just some guy with a travel bag heading to his room for the night. Maybe he's worried about the doors of his Jag getting dented.

The third time makes you jump. It's your phone, which you've placed on the passenger's seat, beeping a new text. The dashboard clock says 12:05. She's late! You wipe the sleep saliva from the corner of your mouth and stare blearily at the phone. The text says:

B down in 5

You jerk the seat up and start the engine. You were just dreaming, you realize, that the battery was dead. Car wouldn't start. A wide expanse of asphalt, or dark sand, separated you from your wife. You could barely make her out. She was up to her chin in churning water. Drowning. Car wouldn't start...

You put the shifter into Drive but then slam it back into Park. Relax, you tell yourself. The worst thing you can do is pull up to the hotel entrance three minutes before your wife emerges. How obvious can you get! You imagine your wife getting dressed in the hotel room bathroom. First she wipes herself clean. Then pulls on her black panty and bra. Then her blouse, then her skirt. Then she works her slender feet into her heels. They're new. Black. After sending you the text she freshens up her bright-red lipstick. Then she emerges to collect her fee and bid her date goodnight.

Where do I put this? he asks.

She smiles. She pulls push-up bra and the vee of her blouse out. He peers inside as if he hasn't seen all this—and far more—before. He tucks the wad in her bra. Two hundred dollars. Ten twenties. Fresh from cash machine two hours before she arrived.

She thanks him and kisses him juicily on the right cheek. He gets in one last feel. Soft flesh and crisp money, all in one parting grope.

I should be back in town in a couple of weeks, he says.

Text me.

You got it, babe.

As she leaves his room he thinks: Goddamn she's hot! Worth every penny...

You time your arrival perfectly. She's just crossing the hotel lobby as you pull up. The doors open automatically for her. You lean across and open the passenger door.

She looks hot all right. Wonderfully leggy in that short skirt. The vee of her blouse baring a few inches of cleavage. But a call-girl? Is it obvious? Suspicious-looking, maybe...

She slams the door. You step on the gas, getaway complete.

You glance at her lovely profile. Her silhouette in the dark. How'd it go? you ask.

As is her custom, she extracts the cash from her bra (or sometimes a garter, or her purse) and tosses it in your lap. Invariably it makes you jump.

Will you not do that, please.

She laughs. He was OK, she says. He's a semi-regular. I've dated him a few times before.

Dated. Some euphemism. This ends the discussion about the night's activities, however.

You'd love to ask her more. In fact, you're getting a boner in your lapful of twenties just thinking about the questions you're not allowed to ask.

Did he wear a condom?

Did he cum in you? How many times? And where? Your mouth? Your vagina? Up your ass?

All three?

Is he kinky? Does he like to be tied up? And spanked? Whipped?

Does he like to spank you?

Does he have fetishes? Does he like to dress up in your—

Money makes you hard, darling? she says sarcastically, plucking the bills from your lap. I'm glad something does.

You make me hard, you reply.

She jogs the bills on her left thigh, refolds them and stuffs the wad inside her little purse. Along with condoms, lube and a tube or two of lipstick.

This is bullshit, she says, out of the blue. I'm gonna start charging two-fifty. Two-fifty for two hours? she says, glancing at you. I'm worth it. And I can get it, too. Guys like this tonight?

She makes a noise with her lips. Not a whistle exactly. More like a whoooosh.

It's nearly half past midnight by the time you arrive home.

Your wife's work may be over for the night but yours is just beginning. It starts with you pouring her a glass of chilled white wine. While she unwinds, perched on a kitchen barstool with crossed bare thighs and bare feet, you go in the master bathroom and run her a warm bath, scenting it with a few drops of bath oil.

She hands you her empty wine glass upon arrival. It's your job to return to the kitchen and refill it. By the time you return her discarded clothes are in a pile in the middle of the tile floor, and she's stretched out naked in the tub. Cause for another boner.

Did you get my shoes? she asks.

Oh. Another trip to the kitchen.

Time to sort out the clothes. The short black skirt you hang in the closet. Her silky blouse will go to the dry cleaners—now that you can once again afford dry cleaning.

If you, at the ripply, under-water sight of your wife's naked body, weren't already hard, this next task would make you so. You plug the sink, pour in some Woolite and run cold water until sink is nearly full. Her padded bra you douse gently a few times before setting it aside, on a face towel. Her matching black panty...

The crotch is damp—and not from your wet hands. You take advantage of her closed eyes and upturned chin, as she drains her glass of chardonnay, to sniff the crotch. It isn't pee. So now you know: he came in her. He came in her vagina. Just as you're cuming a little—a spreading drop—in the top front of your own briefs. You knead the soiled panty in the Woolite water for several minutes, then rinse it and wring it dry. Then you hang bra and panty from the doorframe of the shower entrance, from where they will drip onto the bath mat.

When she tells you the water's getting cold, or that she's turning pruny, you go and get her a bath towel from the linen closet. You drape it over her shoulders, from the back, but she dries her own body off. While she removes her makeup and brushes her teeth you drain the tub and wipe down the sides with a cloth, so a ring doesn't form.

A man on his knees, she often says at this point, with a mouthful of toothbrush. It's a lovely sight.

You wait for her at the side of your—her—queen-sized bed, boner showing. You long to touch it, to stroke it, but that will have to wait.

Still naked, and warmly moist from the soak, your wife lies down on her belly in bed's center. Fully dressed, you straddle her body at the thighs and begin her massage. Starting at the neck, and shoulders, you work your way down.

Mmmm, she says.

What's this?

What?

As you shift downwards to begin massaging her thighs, and sculpted calves, you discover the beginnings of a bruise on the outside of her right thigh.

How did this happen? you ask.

What is it?

A bruise.

Oh, she says without concern, putting her head back down on the pillow. Things got a little rough. He may've kneed me at one point. What are you doing?

Kissing it.

Aw. You're sweet.

Sweet enough to let me jack off on you tonight?

No. How long since you masturbated?

I don't know. This morning before I got up?

Definitely not, then. Finish massaging my feet please?

Sometimes—though rarely—she lets you jack off on her back, or ass. Or even more rarely, after she rolls over, her breasts. Pure protein. Claims it's good for the skin. But even if she's in the mood your wife isn't about to let you masturbate on her if all you've got to spill is a small load. If you can honestly say to her you've gone three or four days, or even a long two, you've got a fighting chance.

You masturbate too much, she'll often say. Adding, with a smile, It'll make you go insane.

I am insane, you reply. I can't stop thinking about you.

Huh! Thinking about me in bed with one of my customers. I know how your perverted mind works.

She has you there. You've been sharing your cuckold fantasies with her, during foreplay, since year one of your marriage. Hell, she'd sized you up long before that in college. That first day you nervously approached her on the quadrangle.

I'm going to have to get you a chastity belt. I was looking at one online the other day. Make you go two weeks without cuming. Then you can explode on me.

That would be torture, you say. I'd be bouncing off the walls.

That's the whole idea.

Anyway, getting to cum on your wife's sleek flesh is a good news/bad news proposition. The good news, obviously, is that you get to release your pent-up load in a spectacularly visual, erotic fashion. Like watching a porn flick while simultaneously starring in it. And without the worry of...Did I satisfy her? Did she cum? But the bad news is your wife then expects you to massage your own semen into her skin. Something you find, by this stage, highly unappealing. Disgusting even. It's a little like a woman expecting you to engage in messy after-play immediately following intercourse. When, after all, all you want to do is turn on the ballgame...

Goodnight, she says abruptly, declaring tonight's head to toe massage officially over.

Can I—

No. Goodnight.

Yes, dear, you reply reluctantly, backing off her bed with a still-throbbing boner arcing in the front of your pants. You know the drill. You go in the bathroom and transfer her panty and bra from the shower frame to the drying bar mounted on the wall above the sunken tub. You turn out the bathroom light.

Goodnight, sweetheart, you say as you extinguish the bedroom light, and start to close the door.

She speaks.

You turn the light back on. What?

I said..., she says, lifting up on her elbows, her C-cups sagging down, you could do this.

Do what?

What I do?

Hunh?

She gives her dark hair a shake. You could go on Deanslist, she says, and hook up with some guys and do what I do. We could theoretically double our income. I've been thinking about it...

You're suggesting...?

You become a call-boy? she says, finishing your sentence. Is that a term? You have a decent body. Slender, the ways guys like 'em. And if you got a membership at the gym, like me...

You stand there smiling, in disbelief, and shaking your head. You don't understand, you say, it's different with guys. Women...the only women on Deanslist are prostitutes. Excuse the expression.

I'm on Deanslist.

Exactly, you say to yourself. Guys..., you continue. Guys are much more open, and explicit. They have no problem openly hooking up with each other. They don't need..., pausing to avoid the p-word, call-boys. Or whatever they're called.

Your wife, still up on one elbow, rakes her right hand through her thick hair. Yeah but you're good at cleaning house. Doing chores. Following a honey-do list. I see ads on there all the time by men looking for male house-cleaners. Or housemaids. We could get out your little Halloween outfit! she adds, perkily. And they're willing to pay for it.

Sex, you say, warily.

Well they're not really looking to pay you just to see your bare ass in an apron, are they? You could do it in your spare time, seeing how you have so much of it. Your wife plops her head back down on the pillow, dismissively. It's something to think about. Goodnight.

But I—

Goodnight.

You turn out the light and close the bedroom door. From the outside. Why does she have to fuck with my head like this, you wonder. Your erection has flagged. But only a little. You enter the spare bedroom, your bedroom, and turn on the bedtable lamp. You draw the heavy drapes to. Not that any of your neighbors are up at this hour. You quickly undress. Down to your bikini briefs.

Actually they once belonged to your wife. It's one of her discards. Laceless, and aside from the narrowness of the crotch, they could pass for a men's pair. You can't tell by looking but the black vee-front is wet. Sticky. You pull them down, toss 'em aside.

A greater prize awaits. Under your pillow is a more recent acquisition. Fresh—well, relatively fresh—from Victoria's secret. These have a lace waistband. And the microfiber feels like silk. At twenty bucks a panty, it should.

You wrap the pink dream around your cock, which is pulsing in midair, with each heartbeat, and begin stroking yourself. The feel is heavenly. It lasts only briefly, however, as is your want.

Within seconds the dream goes creamy and your hand—the grasping palm—goes wet. The only sound you make—You masturbate too much!—a muted, concluding Oh! More out of relief than anything else. The waiting at last over. The near-pain of it.

You wrap the stolen panty in tissues and hide it in the bedtable drawer. Tomorrow morning you'll have to wash it out in the kitchen sink before your wife gets up—she usually sleeps until noon, thankfully—then hang it to secretly dry in your bedroom closet.

You climb naked into bed. Another sigh, post orgasm. The bedside clock says 1:14. Christ, in less than three hours the alarm will go off waking you to get ready for the job you no longer have. Well, there's always the snooze button...

You wonder if your wife has a date tomorrow night. You forgot to ask her. You hope so. It's another two hundred bucks in the till. Soon to be two-fifty.

And what was all that nonsense tonight about you playing housemaid for other men? Gay men presumably? For money? It's been years since you any sort of same-sex relations. You wouldn't know where to begin. Well, you would but...

After sleep overcomes you, finally, you dream that you're out at the edge of someone's

very green front lawn pushing a lawnmower. The mower has wheels like a grocery cart. One is balky, of course. It's a struggle. And whose lawn is this anyway?

People are driving by, pointing at you. Laughing. Your wife drives by in a strange car. Her john is in the passenger's seat. They're both laughing. You try to call out to her but the words won't come. Or the mower's engine drowns them out. You realize, latently, that you're wearing a pink maid's outfit with black stockings. Otherwise your feet are bare, and caked with brown mud. Or are they muddy boots? You're wearing a wig. It's blonde. This is the outfit your wife made you wear to that Halloween party a few years' back, when times were good! Well, sort of.

Now you're on a riding mower. The mower is out of control. You're whizzing along at go-kart speed. A man is seated behind you. It's a riding mower for two. The understanding is: it's his mower. His yard. His house. You are his employee. His three-hour slave.

His thick arms encircle you. He's naked. You're naked. He has a big barrel chest. He's hairy.

His penis is inside you. You're pretty sure. You can feel it. It's in you like a worm. Like a worming finger. The position is impossible—but not in this dream. You're pretty sure he's just cum in you. You can feel it. On the seat. What a mess! What will people think?

People—neighbors—are standing on the sidewalk, looking. Pointing. They're no longer laughing. One of them may be your wife, disguised in a blonde wig. Why? Over the engine noise you think you hear one of them say the police are on the way. Indecent exposure someone else says. Something like that.

You panic. Want to get off. But you're trapped. As long as the hairy man's penis is inside you. You're his naked slave, after all...

The alarm rescues you. Four a.m. You hit the snooze.

Time to go back to sleep.



Your Wife Wants To Wear a See-Through



You are getting ready to go out with your wife to a bar for some drinks one Friday night after dinner at home. She walks into the living room wearing a short miniskirt with a tight, black, see-through shirt and no bra.

"Hubba, hubba," you say, eyes fixed on her large round breasts. You can clearly see her nipples through the transparent material of her shirt. "I thought we were going out tonight, but if you want to stay in, I'm up for that too." you say.

"Oh no, I want to go out," she says, blushing. "I was thinking of wearing this to the bar..."

You laugh out loud. "You've got to be kidding. You'll get arrested in that outfit."

She laughs along with you nervously. "Oh honey, I don't think so. I should be fine. It won't be this bright in the bar."

You scratch your head nervously, growing confused. "Uh, are you serious? Since when do you dress like this?"

She sighs and looks at herself in the mirror. "That's just it, I always dress very modestly...and men never pay any attention to me."

You are a little taken aback by this. "I...I didn't know that was a issue... Men not paying enough attention to you, that is. I mean, surely... men must... you are a good looking woman." You trail off realizing that you are botching this attempt at consoling her.

She gives you a frank look. "Honestly dear, men never look at me. I feel invisible sometimes. I didn't have this feeling when I was younger," she finishes wistfully, looking off into space as though reminiscing. 

"Ahh, you haven't lost your looks," you tell her. "You've still got a great body. In fact, your tits and ass are bigger than ever."

"Well that's what I'm trying to show off tonight," she says smiling, presenting her ass to you for inspection.

The short skirt rides high up her thighs and you admire her well formed legs and round ass. You gulp and say, "Yeah, well. I guess I would just feel weird about you flaunting it like that in public."

"Well maybe it would be good for you to get a little jealous of other men's attention," she says bashfully, looking away. "Maybe you take me too much for granted after all these years."

You don't know what to say so you just contemplate her sexy body silently. You do feel bad that you don't pay more attention to your wife. After a moment you says. "But you know that it happens to every couple who has been together for a long time. The spark just sort of fades after a while..."

"Yes, I suppose it does," she agrees taking your hand gently. "Maybe if I let other men ogle my body, it will light that spark up again." she says devilishly thrusting her breasts forward.

You reach out and squeeze one generous tit, pinching her nipple softly though the thin fabric and you feel your own member growing stiff in response. 

"Well, OK," you agree. "I guess I will go along with it and see what happens."

And with that you depart.

When you walk in to the establishment with her, you are nervous about how bright the lighting is. You always remember it being darker. Your wife's nipples are clearly visible through her tight black, transparent top. She doesn't seem the least bit self-conscious, as she squares her shoulders and walks nonchalantly up to the bar.

A group of young men gathered at the bar immediately take notice of her. They are staring at her chest and then boldly looking her up and down, admiring her shapely, stocking clad legs and round ass in her short miniskirt.

"Hello there, ma'am," says one young guy hastily, not taking his eyes off her tits. "May I offer you a drink? Are you here alone?"

"Oh no, my husband is right here," she says gesturing casually to you as you join the group. "But I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I let you buy me a drink," she finishes with a flirtatious wink.

"Ree-ally?" he says looking at you briefly with interest. "How very... modern of you," he says, which elicits a round of laughter from his friends.

You are blushing furiously as you stand next to your wife and these young men shamelessly ogle her breasts and sexy body. She graciously accepts a glass of wine and someone hands you a beer which you take with an awkwardly muttered thank you. Your heart is racing and your tongue is tied as your wife happily chats with these young men. They are very polite and are casually exchanging pleasantries, but you feel like crawling under a rock. You didn't realize you would be so embarrassed to socialize with your wife while other men brazenly examine her body. She is clearly loving the attention. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed with excitement. You must admit that she is livelier than you have seen her in many years, so you just drink your beer and nod silently at the small talk.

Suddenly to your mortification, a couple you know from the country club joins the group, Sam and Janet.

"Suzanne, what ARE you wearing?" shouts Janet gleefully. "It's simply SCANDALOUS. Don't look, Sam" she titters, covering her husband's eyes playfully.

"Hush dear," says Sam pulling her hand away. "Let me look." He approaches your wife confidently and holds her at arms length, looking her up and down appreciatively while she blushes furiously, smiling nervously at him. "I think you look... marvelous. Such a flattering outfit," he says, turning to give you a lewd wink which makes you cringe. He then hugs her in greeting and you swear that his hand brushes her breast on purpose. 

Everyone looks on while they hug for a slightly inappropriate amount of time and you notice that he cups her rear in one hand while she presses herself against him sensually.

"Stop it, you're making me jealous!" Janet screeches with delight. When they disengage, you notice that your wife is breathing heavily and her erect nipples are straining against the translucent fabric of her shirt forming two distinct points. Janet leans toward you with a conspiratorial air and whispers, "I didn't know you were such a SWINGING couple," she says with a lascivious grin that makes your cock hard.

"I'm not sure that we are..." you stammer clumsily. But Janet just nods knowingly.

Conversation continues with introductions all around and you look on nervously while one of the young men puts his arm casually around your wife's waist while they are chatting. You notice that all the men are paying a lot of attention to your wife and many of them gaze directly at your wife's bosom while they talk to her. She just ignores this and acts as though it's perfectly normal for her to be exposing her breasts this way. At one point another young guy approaches your wife from the other side and puts his arm behind her back. She makes a startled gesture and taps his chest playfully.

"How dare you," she says playfully. "Honey, this young fellow is taking liberties. He just pinched my bottom!" she laughs.

Your pits are drenched and your heart is beating quickly.

"Err, yes, that's rather rude," you say lamely.

Everyone laughs at your discomfort and the young man hold up his hands apologetically. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just teasing. It's all in good fun."

The night progresses with a series of unnerving events like this. Men gather around your wife all evening and are constantly taking any opportunity to touch her inappropriately. One fellow puts his hand high up her thigh while she sitting on a bar stool and is squeezing her leg enthusiastically when you clear your throat nervously and suggest that he might consider ceasing that activity. Many men ask her to dance and one fellow grabs her by the hips and grinds his crotch against her from behind. You are about to stride over and intervene when Janet constrains you.

"I know it seems shocking, but that is actually a popular dance these days among younger people," she says with a twinkle in her eye.

"You can't be serious," you say in amazement. "He's...he's dry humping her out there," you say pointing helplessly at the dance floor.

"No, no, it's a dance alright," chimes in Sam. "I've seen it. And really Suzanne seems to be thoroughly enjoying it," he says with a smirk that makes your blood boil.

But as infuriating as the evening seemed, it was all worth it when you got her home and pushed her down in the hallway to have your way with her.

"Oh, honey! What are your doing?" laughs your wife drunkenly as you pull her panties down.

"Has is been so long that you really don't know what I'm doing?" you ask, plunging your face into her crotch. Her pussy is hot and soaking wet already and you lap her clitoris with your tongue for a moment, but she doesn't need any further stimulation.

"You've been a very naughty wife, and now it's time for your cock," you tell her gleefully, yanking your dick out of your pants and climbing on top of her.

"Oh, darling, I think you are right." she gasps as you insert your johnson into her waiting cunt. 

You plunge your member in and out of your wife for a few minutes, gripping her soft round ass lustfully and soon she shudders with an orgasm. Once you notice this, you allow yourself to release your seed deep within her, shooting load after load into your wife.

As uncomfortably as the evening was, you must admit this was the best sex you've had in years. As you lay together on the cool marble floor basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, your wife says casually. "I gathered a lot of phone numbers this evening. How would you feel about me going on a date or two?"

"I'll have to think about it," you say skeptically.

But your wife notices your cock growing stiff again at the thought of it and says, "I'll take that as a yes!"



Your Wife's First Date



"You see honey, there is this guy at work and he wants to take me out on a date." says your wife, searching your face for a reaction.

You just look at her and laugh, "What the hell are you talking about? Didn't you tell him you were married?"

"Of course I did, silly" she says with a nervous smile. "That's the thing, he says that this makes it more interesting."

"Oh god, is he one of these swinger-types or something?" you say disgusted.

You wife raises her shoulders and looks at her lap as she twists her fingers anxiously. "Well I don't know really. I think we both agree that swinging is pretty gross."

You start to pay more attention to her, it bothers you that she seems so nervous. "Why are we not just laughing this off?" you ask cautiously.

She seems to steel her resolve and holds her palms up. "Look, just hear me out here, ok. I am not going to belabor the point about our sex life. I have complained enough about that already and you know how I feel."

You roll your eyes, "Oh god, not this again. How often do you expect us to do it after all these years?" you ask annoyed.

Tears well up briefly in her eyes and your heart melts when you see them, but she gathers her composure and carries on. "I'm just a wife now and men don't look at me and my own husband doesn't care to have sex with me much. I never relied on attention from men for my self-esteem..."

You snort "Ha, that's for sure."

She smiles, "Sure, you know me, I am a modern, independent woman. But still, being invisible to men gets to me after a while. I can't tell you how flattering it is to have this fellow persistently flirting with me all the time. He looks me up and down and comments on my body." she pauses and looks into the distance. "Well it makes me blush. It makes my heart race a little with some of that old excitement." She looks at you frankly, "The way you used to make me feel."

"Used to." you agree thoughtfully. "Ok, it annoys the shit out me to hear that some asshole is flirting with you, but I can't complain. You are right, I love you deeply, but the spark is burning pretty low right now." You feel a little dejected.

You wife pats you on the knee. "Oh well, the sex you and I do have is the best ever. We are so comfortable with each other that we can tell each other exactly what we want, when we want it. There's none of this awkward teenage fumbling around. I don't want to have sex with some strange man. That's not what I am proposing."

You look at her skeptically, "Well, what are you proposing then?"

"Why just that I let this guy take me out on a date, like I did when I was single." she says simply. "I've never had sex on a first date." she laughs. "So it will make you jealous and maybe that's ok. You will get excited to think about some other guy paying so much attention to your wife. You might remember that I am a pretty sexy woman after all."

You just laugh. "Ok, go on. What do you get out of it besides the flattery?"

"Well, that's a lot. I will get excited and maybe a little hot and bothered. After the date, I will kiss him on the cheek and thank him for a wonderful evening. Then I will come inside and fuck your brains out." her eyes are twinkling and you laugh out loud to hear her use such language.

...

The first date goes just as planned, your wife wears a conservative dress and she and this guy do dinner and a movie. She is home a couple of hours later, cheeks flushed with excitement and you do have much hotter sex than usual. You didn't even feel very jealous really while she was gone.

So when she suggests that she go on another date, you readily agree. Where's the harm? But things progress a little differently the second time around...

"How does this look?" asks your wife, coming into the living room in a see-through bra and panties, wearing thigh high black stockings with garters.

"Uh, pretty fantastic." you say, eying her large round breasts with swollen nipples pushing against the flimsy fabric of her bra. Your gaze slides down her hourglass torso to her shapely legs, lingering on the soft pale flesh of her thighs exposed above the dark band of her stocking tops. "What's this all about? I thought you were going on your second date tonight."

"Well I am wearing this under my dress." she says, raising one shoulder and peering seductively over it at you. "Do you think this is too slutty?"

"It would be if he ever saw it." you laugh.

"Well what if I showed him?" she asks with a smile.

"Oh, HELL no!" you laugh. "Are you kidding? I like a little spice, but that's going too far. You are practically naked."

"No, I'm not." she says defensively, as she unconsciously covers her nipples.

"Look, you aren't doing that." you say simply. 'That is all. Next topic."

She looks dejected for a second, then thinks for a second and brightens. "Ok, how about this idea. Why don't I invite him in after our date to fool around on the couch a little. That is what I would normally do with a guy I liked on the second date."

"You like this guy?" you ask suspiciously.

You wife gives you an exasperated look. "Well sure, he was funny and pleasant. I am not in love with him like I am with you and have been for all these years. I mean come on, how can you really be jealous of some guy I just met? The relationship between you and I is deep." She pauses and you both look at each other and think about all the good times and the hard times.

You smile, "It's pretty ridiculous to be jealous, you are right. But I guess that's how I am. I still love you."

Your wife returns your smile. "Of course, dear. That's a good reaction actually. I want to push it up a notch by fooling around with this guy a little."

"What do you mean by fooling around?" you ask with a furrowed brow, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You don't really like the sound of this.

"Oh you know," she says lightly, looking away. "A little kissing, a little petting, hugging and snuggling. I never let a guy go very far on the second date. We might even do it with you sitting right there if everyone agrees." she looks up at you hopefully. You notice that your penis has gotten stiff at this suggestion and you try to cover it up.

"Yeah, I would rather be in the same room for that part." you say shakily.

"Great!" she says excitedly and puts on a much shorter and more slinky dress than last time. You look her over and your hard-on stiffens further, but you don't object.

This time, your stomach is churning as you wait for her to return from her date. She didn't actually tell you where they were going somehow. You aren't sure how this got overlooked. You try to watch TV, but you can't. You are too distracted and everything seems annoying. You consider texting her, but you don't want to seem needy. They are gone much longer than you expected and you are about to give in and actually call her to make sure she is alright when you hear his car pull up in the driveway.

You are relieved but nervous when they enter laughing and giddy. You wife is flushed again, and you can smell alcohol on both of them, but she isn't drunk by any means. She introduces you to her date and he shakes your hand with a friendly smile.

"Your wife is just wonderful. Thank you for letting me hang out with her." he says.

You look him in the eye, trying to judge his intentions. "Yeah, she is wonderful. You are lucky to have this opportunity."

"Oh I know." he laughs breaking your gaze and looking your wife up and down. "We have had a blast together."

"Where did you go?" you ask.

"Oh, here and there." says your wife mischievously. "Let's go into the living room. We were just out dancing but I am not done yet. Honey, please put some music on while I grab some refreshments for everyone."

You are tight-lipped and invite this fellow into the living room while you put on some jazz.

"How about some funk instead?" he says walking up and brazenly plugging his phone into your stereo. James Brown beats emerge from your speakers as your wife returns with some drinks. She hands out beverages and dims the lights. "I love James Brown," she shouts at him. He just nods and they start dancing together immediately, eyes locked with one another.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment then just sit down and watch them dance, not knowing what else to do.

They aren't dancing for long before your wife turns around and puts her ass right into this guy's crotch. He is smiling and grabs her hips and is grinding himself up against her ass. You stare in shock as this guy dry humps your wife and then quickly come to your senses and jump up and switch off the music.

"Whoa!" he says surprised and your wife and he separate quickly.

"That's a bit much, isn't it?" you ask her angrily. Your heart is racing. "Dry humping? Really?"

You wife is laughing and grabs your arm. "Oh honey, look at you. You've got your dander up." She hugs you happily. "That's nothing dear. It's just a dance. But we will stop if you want." She looks at this guy significantly. He's holding a hand over his crotch and avoiding your eyes.

"Let's sit down on the couch and get comfortable." says your wife. "Are you ok? Why are you holding your crotch." you wife asks him innocently.

"You know why." he says smiling and take his hand away showing her the bulge in his jeans.

"Oh, I thought I felt something back there." says your wife looking at you mischievously.

"Cut the the shit." you complain uncomfortably.

She just laughs and they sit down together on the couch. Your wife whispers something in his ear and he looks over at you skeptically.

"What did you say to him?" you ask a little annoyed.

"Well she wants to know if I want to fool around." he says stiffly. "I guess I am here to spice up your relationship or something." You wife gasps and starts tickling him and he breaks down laughing. "Ok, Ok, I am game if you are."

You squirm uncomfortably as they wrestle on the couch, tickling each other and laughing. Your wife's hair is a mess and she is panting with excitement. Pretty soon he pins her down and starts kissing her neck. "Oh honey, make him stop, he's molesting me." jokes your wife in a falsetto voice. You do want to jump up and make him stop, but you just grit your teeth and stay where you are.

After a moment, she stops struggling and wraps her arms around him. He starts kissing her on the mouth and she eagerly responds with her tongue. Your penis stiffens as you watch your wife and this man making out on the couch.

You notice that he is starting to run his hands over her body and he has one hand wrapped around her ass and another on one of her boobs.

"Uh, ok, that's enough now." you say, but you stay in your seat.

At this point they are both ignoring you and greedily licking each other's tongues. His hand is inside her blouse and he is kneading her ass in earnest. You wife reaches down and grasps his bulge then quickly unzips his fly. She doesn't look at you as she eases his cock out of his jeans and starts stroking it. You catch your breathe, but you can't move. You are staring in fascination as he pulls her to her feet and lifts her dress up and off over her head. She lifts her arms submissively to help him undress her. She stands there in her lingerie looking you in the eye as he unsnaps her bra.

"What the hell are you doing?" you croak, barely able to speak.

"He's undressing me dear," she says matter-of-factly, reaching back she grabs hold of his member and starting stroking it again. "And now I have his penis in my hand and I am stroking it." she explains smiling. "Now he has taken my bra off and is pinching my nipples which are quite tender and swollen," she continues, but then she gasps with passion and says "pardon me a moment, dear." She turns around and drops to her knees before him. She holds his cock in front of her mouth and looks up at him. "May I suck this?" she asks. He simply thrusts it into her mouth in reply and she moans with pleasure as she starts sucking his dick. He turns her shoulders around slightly so that you can see better and your wife looks at you wide eyed, curious to see your reaction. Her mouth is wrapped around his shaft and her cheeks are sucked in as she slides his penis in and out of her mouth, maintaining suction all the time.

Momentarily, he grunts with satisfaction. She takes her mouth off him and says to you. "I'm starting to taste pre-ejaculate. I think he's ready to take me now." She walks over to you and bends over to unzip your fly, her large breasts dangling before you. You cup them in your hands, weighing them as you penis erupts from your pants. She grasps it familiarly, "Please stroke this yourself while you watch, dear. I am going to be busy. "

Then she releases you, pulls down her panties, and lays on the couch with her legs spread wide for him. He pushes just the tip of his cock into her vagina and looks over at you expectantly. "Uh oh" he says, "It's going in. Another man's cock is penetrating your wife there buddy" he laughs teasing your wife as he prods her with the tip of his thing and then withdraws it quickly.

She wriggles in pleasure for a moment before grabbing his ass and pulling him into her. "Gimme that thing." she gasps, thrusting her hips up to engulf him. Soon his ass is pistoning up and down as he thrusts himself into your wife. She is grunting and moaning with pleasure, really hamming it up you think. She never makes those sounds when you fuck her. Your mouth is dry and you hard-on is painful, so you just decide you jerk yourself as your wife suggested. You actually enjoy the site of her generous breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. Pretty soon your wife cries out in climax and her lover pulls out and shoots his load on her belly and into her face. You cum yourself soon after, shooting a good load up in the air and onto your own pant legs. Meanwhile, he straddles her and slaps his limp dick against your wife's face playfully. "Bad whore wife." he says while she laughs and tries to push him away. Then he climbs off of her and starts getting dressed.

She just turns and looks at you with contentment. She is limp with exhaustion and her skin is shining with a post-orgasm glow. Once dressed, he gives your wife a kiss, gives you a friendly wave goodbye, and strides out the door. You look down at the mess you've made of yourself and then over at your wife covered in another man's semen. "How the hell did that happen?" you ask, drained and incredulous.

"Well that's how he did me last time actually." she says with a wry grin. "I thought we could just fool around a little, but that's just ridiculous. One thing always leads to another and once I felt that hard cock, I knew I would be putting out." The blood drains from your face as meaning of her words sink in.

"Ah well, it looks like you enjoyed yourself anyway." she looking at your cum soaked trousers. "You better give those to me and I will stick them in the wash."

And somehow things snap back into the old routine as your naked, cum-soaked wife starts tidying up the mess in the living room.



Your Wife's Lesbian Fantasy Phone Sex



Advice for the wayward phone sex girl: a script

*

The challenges of the phone sex girl!

They are housewives, mothers, single girls and working women who are employed to be that sweet voice on the other end of the phone when you call.

But... Find a service that does realistic "call-backs" 

If only phone-sex ladies knew just how many callers have fantasies about their own wives.!!!!!

I've always thought a phone sex girl should have a script.

So here is another working girl's script for a call titled:

"Your Wife's Lesbian fantasies" 

"Because a single kiss... can lead to a dangerous obsession."

The words which follow are not meant for instant gratification! 

They are intentionally drawn out and extended... for long sensual experience.

Our cast of characters:

John : you

Kim (Kimberly): your ever faithful and beautiful wife 

Heather: (our inimitable bi-sexual phone sex girl) who has had an opportunistic tryst with your wife.

(You must copy, "replace all" the names John and Kim (Kimberly) in this script to you and your wife's real names for more realism. )

Let us begin by Heather calling you on your home phone:>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>your phone rings>>>>>>>>>

John?,....my name is Heather.

I'm calling for Kim.

Is she there?

She's not?

Awww, I really wanted to talk to your wife if I could.

Who am I?

I'm a....a friend of Kimberly's.

I'm Heather.

She hasn't mentioned my name?

Well, we met at a bar while she was out with her girlfriends awhile ago.

I can't believe she never mentioned my name, John!

No, I wasn't in her group.

I was bartending and we were talking a lot at the bar while I was working.

You, uh....don't know about me then, do you?

John....your wife is so nice.

I was having a hard time in my life and she made me feel like everything would be OK.

I wanted to....uh...ask her some things..

Well, she was like a mentor to me that night.

I'm much younger than she is and all the experiences in her life she shared and they ...helped me out.

Me?

I'm 22.

Your wife is older than me but she sure doesn't look it.

Kimberly looks like she could be my sister.

She is so special, John.

Well...I was actually the barmaid that night.

I'm a single mom and that's hard.

What do I look like?

I'm about 5'4". I've got blonde hair and hazel eyes.

How long?

Well, I put it up a lot because I keep it so long, but it comes way down my back.

Me?

I work out. I'm very athletic.

My weight?

About 130 or so if I keep working out, lol!

Kim knows a lot about what I'm going through being a single mom.

I have to work two jobs.

Me? 

Go out on dates and stuff? 

Not often. I hardly get out.

I mean I'm pretty and all. Men find me attractive but I just don't have time.

I was talking with your wife about that exact thing and she said I have to get out more.

But I have the baby, you know......

She knew what I was going through.

She was so nice and understanding to me.

What happened that night?

Well, all her friends had to leave

But she came back into the bar to talk with me

John, your wife is so confident and so sure of herself!

I want to talk with Kimberly again.

Oh, god I don't know what I mean.

Didn't she say anything about me at all?

Didn't she mention my name?

Heather???

.John....I really wanted to ...ask her something important: now.

When will she be home?

Will you ask her to call me?

I gave your wife my phone number.

I think......

John.

There is something.....

I'm going to just go ahead and tell you, OK?

Maybe you would understand.

I mean: two women...and it being your wife and all.

Oh, God, I don't know what I mean.

I have to tell you.

It seems like you really want to know.

Your wife and I were talking.

She was still there at the end of my shift.

We wanted to talk some more.

We went to my car.

John, Kim was so nice to me!

She was so attentive and caring.

The more we talked....the more I felt attracted to her!

Do you understand what I mean?

It wasn't her idea at all, John.

I wanted to show her how much I enjoyed being with her.

Jon.

Is it OK if.... I tell you more?

I can't believe she hasn't talked with you about me.

I couldn't help it.

She was so sweet.

So caring.

Kim is so lovely, John. You know that , don't you?

I just wanted to show her...to let her know.

Oh, God, John.

I kissed her.

I couldn't help it.

It was just a little kiss.

It was just like: affectionate to let her know she was so nice.

She drew away a little.

I was so embarrassed I did that!

But Kim was so understanding, John.

She didn't get upset.

She explained she knew I was by myself and maybe I was lonely and she told me she understood.

She made me feel OK about it....and that was so cool.

I don't know.....it was so spontaneous, John.

She even held my hand to reassure me.

She made me feel...... at ease with what I did.

Then Kim started to compliment me; telling me how pretty I was and that any man...or woman...would naturally be attracted to me.

She explained how she had been watching me moving behind the bar.

And the way I looked ...anyone would think I was sexy.

Then John, she told me...

If I wanted to kiss her again it would be OK!

Oh, God, it was all I wanted to do!

I wanted to kiss her so bad!

And I did.

Kimberly didn't pull away.

She let me.

I felt her squeeze my hand.

Her lips were soft.

John, I heard her sigh and knew she liked it.

Our lips were on each others.

She smelled so wonderful and so feminine.

I tested her kiss, then.

She let my tongue on hers.

Soon our tongues were all over one anothers.

John....

John, there in the front seat of my car our arms were around each other. 

It was dark in the parking lot.

I felt her touch me.

I felt her hold me. Oh God it was so good!

She opened her mouth to mine.

Kimberly's open mouth kisses were so....wonderful

all I wanted was more and more.

I couldn't get enough.

As soon as we'd break away, Kim could hear me gasp.

She let me kiss her neck, her throat.

I had my hands in her hair.

She moaned like it was what she had been waiting for all night!

I couldn't help myself.

your wife is so lovely John.

Her soft skin, the taste of her, her gorgeous hair and the nape of her neck just begged to be kissed.

There in the darkness of my car she let me hold her.

She let me kiss her.

Her kisses back.... were exciting me like I couldn't believe.

They thrilled me.

Her tongue was all over mine.

We kissed so long and so deep.

John, Kimberly is wonderful.

Her body seemed voluptuous underneath those clothes.

The way your wife's breasts were so full with their own weight

Made me want to discover them 

So obvious under her pretty dress; 

it was so certain she had intentionally spent a lot of time looking nice for her night out with the girls.

She had let me single her out and separate her from that little flock of girlfriends

made it all the more exciting.

The way she kisses, tastes and smells...even how she was dressed that night...

I was intoxicated.

Everything about this older woman was new and exciting.

Yes, I'm Bi.

But I'm not a lesbian if you know what I mean

I do have a true lesbian friend who is a real "player"

She told me something about married women that I never understood.

She said that 60% of all straight women have lesbian fantasies.

That it was proven in case studies and surveys.

At least half of those actually act on their desires.

That's like....every one in three straight women act on their curiousity.

And there are more out there than actually admit it.

Society is so ...open today

Then she said what excited her most were the few liaisons she had with heterosexual women.

Married women.

Married with jobs, a house and families.

Women who thought they would never have a lesbian relationship.

She also told me straight women require so much work: so much attention.

But the one's who submitted were the most sensual.

None of those straight women ever expected the arousal which came from a female lover, she said.

She would describe how they would resist.

Then describe the strange ways in which they submitted.

How willing they were in the end.

How responsive.

Their first time with her.

That's when I suddenly realized what my friend meant.

Kimberly had been so coy.

And it wasn't like I was trying to coerce your wife, really I wasn't John.

But I sensed Kim was playing out fantasies all night with me in particular!

Her attention to me at the bar was more than friendliness.

She was watching me the whole time she was talking to her friends.

She was making eye contact.

She was getting my attention whenever she could.

John.

Your wife is so beautiful and so sexy.

Her breasts, John...

Kim's are so full. So voluptuous.

They...... invited me, there is no other way to put it. 

You haven't asked me about my breast size, John.

I'm surprised.

Or my measurements either haved you?

I thought you'd like to know

I'm a 34B-26-38

I'm so bi-sexual. I know it. I accept it.

My girl partners, and honestly there are not many, have always been girls my age or younger.

They were always tight athletic and honestly...small breasted.

But your wife, John?

She is so much more mature.

Your wife, OMG!

So sexy with so much more that makes you want to explore every curve.

I reached and touched them.

She let me.

She looked down at my hand doing it.

She whispered my name.

"Heather is there someplace we can go?" she asked.

My apartment was nearby, I explained

She said: "yes."

I started my car and drove us to my place.

Sitting next to me, Kim was so vibrant and mature.

Her dress was up her legs more than necessary.

Those hoop earrings peeking from under her pretty hair all done so nicely.

, that classy jewelry she wore.

The smell of her so inviting.

I'm just in my work slacks and blouse.

I'm driving to my apartment

And your wife is sitting there next to me like a treasure.

I reached over and touched her leg John.

She was so smooth in her pantyhose.

She didn't resist.

Kim opened her legs to my hand John.

I slid it up her thigh.

She took her hand and rested it on my arm gently.

She let me do whatever I wanted.

There on Kim's finger was your engagement ring and her wedding band.

It was so impossible shimmering there in the faint light of my car!

That this beautiful married woman would ignore those rings and be tempted by me...

It was a special thrilling kind of excitement!

Your pretty wife opened those legs......

My fingers were on the crotch of her pantyhose.

She was letting me touch.

I could feel the mound of her pussy.

I could sense her wetness on my fingers.

Somewhere during the evening your wife had removed her panties.

Or maybe she never put them on to start with?

She let me.

Kim wanted me there, John.

I caressed her shielded pussy until her dress rode up her waist

And her hips wriggled to the edge of the passenger seat.

I caressed that hungry pussy through those pantyhose our whole drive to my apartment.

Even at every stoplight.

Her head found my shoulder.

She touched me in ways no married woman would touch another female.

My nipples were hard under my bra.

She whispered things to me that no heterosexual woman would ever say to a 22 year old young mother.

I was so fucking hot for your wife, John.

At my apartment 

I paid the babysitter and sent her home.

Kimberly sat on my sofa.

I got us a glass of wine.

Suddenly Kim seemed hesitant.

And I sensed her reverting. 

Your wife became confused and restless.

unsure of what was going to happen in my apartment.

And you know what?

My lesbian friends words came back to haunt me.

"Heather, married women need so much attention. They are so much work."

I never knew or cared what was in that statement before.

But now I knew for sure what my lesbian friend had meant.

This was my first time with someone as wonderful as your wife, John.

I didn't want to Kim to change her mind.

She was more than some prize...I truly needed to be with her

Desperately

I thought to myself, "Not now, please!"

Your wife had led me along this far I just couldn't let her go.

I just couldn't.

I would beg her if I had to!

The wine helped some.

She hadn't asked to leave, which was good.

I tried to think of something quickly that would relax her.

And take Kim's mind off her apprehension.

I was desperate.

I started talking about the way I felt about her.

I explained how wonderful the evening had been for me: meeting her, talking with her and now...being alone with her.

I told her I knew in my heart she was interested in me.

I didn't know what to do.

I only knew your wife was probably thinking about her life, her family...and John...probably her unfaithfulness to her husband.

I was desperate to come up with something to distract her.

I told her I wanted to show her something.

I opened my laptop on the coffee table.

John....has your wife ever watched porn?

We all have from time to time but I was curious if Kim ever had?

She was non-committal. She wouldn't admit if she ever had.

But you know what I think?

She has.

Maybe it was softcore like the L Word or different girl-girl stuff on TV that she thought about later... privately.

I asked Kim about certain fantasies she might have had....we're they like mine? 

Those things that made us curious ...made both of us search out more ....uh, information...

So I rushed into opening the screen right there on the coffee table in front of us.

I quickly said

that maybe it would be fun to watch something erotic for a minute or two.

.......two attractive women together. 

It had taken only a minute to open,

But there it was in front of us.

Kim wasn't uncomfortable with the images at all, John.

At first she giggled some.

But then she got quiet.

She began watching so carefully.

With all her attention.

And I knew what was going through her mind.

Other women were doing what she was about to do. 

classy women.

These weren't sluts on the screen before her.

They were beautiful lesbian actresses.

Their joy was obvious.

Real.

Unscripted.

And erotic in the most feminine of situations leaving no doubt in Kim's mind I am sure, that

So many other women had thoughts like hers

So many more acted on those impulses.

She wasn't alone.

On the contrary.

I used that moment, John.

We sat together

I began to touch your wife

The way I wanted to....since almost the first moment she caught my eye in the bar.

I was finally holding those wonderful breasts, 

Squeezing them through Kim's thin dress and bra:

making your wife want to kiss me.

John....

Do you feel like masturbating?

Are you holding your cock now?

because

I want you to.

I want you to hold you cock.

please go slow for me.

please don't come yet.

I have so much more to say.

I want to describe what your wife and I were doing fully

I want you to hear from me everything the two of us did in my apartment. 

There..

we could only hear the actresses passion.

Our eyes had closed.

We held each other, embracing side by side, knees together, hip to hip our bodies together kissing while I fondled her sitting together on the sofa.

I stroked her, I squeezed her.

And then John, my hand went up her thigh again, just like in my car.

she opened those warm thighs again for me.

My fingers were caressing hot pussy underneath the crotch panel of her pantyhose.

She opened the belt of her dress for me John.

So I could get my hand underneath those pantyhose.

We were kissing so long and so deep.

Girls can kiss the whole night.

Your wife knows how to kiss, omg!

Her lips, her mouth and her tongue were all over mine.

John she had become so wet for me.

Kim doesn't shave . I felt those soft curls...

So soft and damp.

I had my fingers against your wife's pussy.

John.

I rubbed her.

I did it for so long, John...touching and opening her cunt gaping wide

I had my fingers inside her.

Deep up inside her warm wet pussy.

Kim fucked them, John... there is no other explanation.

She was becoming more an more uninhibited.

I found her G-spot and massaged it, entering and withdrawing my fingers from her wet vagina.

Your wife moaned and kissed me harder.

I felt her hands on my breast!

Her touch was tentative at first.

But then she wanted my blouse opento get at them.

She pulled my bra down over the top of my breasts.

She was playing with my nipples.

Squeezing my breasts.

I told her John...

I told her I wanted them sucked.

I get fingering her pussy.

Then Kim started kissing them.

Then John....she was sucking them...sucking on them so good.

Oh, God...

Your wife's lips were like heaven.

She was sucking my nipples so fucking good.

They were all wet with her spit.

The more I fingered her

The more passionate she got with them.

I found her clitoris.

It was this beautiful wet bud: hungry to come.

I scissored it. I rolled three fingers about its circumference.

I dipped them up inside her again, then came back to rub her clitoris some more.

I whispered, "Kim I want you to come for me."

That was all it took.

Your wife started to come for me.

It was so fucking hot.

She broke away from my titties and crushed her mouth to mine.

My wrist was trapped by the elastic band of her pantyhose.

And I put those fingers way up inside her . I could feel the bump of her g-spot on my fingertips.

I stiffened them and massaged it.

Those full hips came up off the sofa.

She was crying and groaning so loud I thought she'd wake the baby.

I didn't stop.

I finger-fucked that pussy hard and fast

She squirmed and fucked at my fingers!

It was so intense for her....she stopped kissing me and threw back her head.

Oh how I watched your wife's face then.

Her tightly knit brows, her open mouth gasping, the tightening of her body.

She held on to me , gripping and holding wherever she could.

She was so excited.

She ended by fucking my fingers so hard!

she came for me, John

I felt her vagina seize both fingers. Your beautiful wife's pussyhole grasped them, held my fingers tight

I felt the walls of her vagina grasp..... and hold ......and pulse while she had her orgasm!

Oh, god.... the way Kim came for me. 

She couldn't have had an orgasm in a long time.

Although it was hiked up around her waist, she was still in her dress.

It had happened so quickly.

My wrist was still held snugly by the waistband of her pantyhose.

And I waited until my fingers felt the last faint, small pulse

Up inside her babyhole.

I was watching her until she opened her eyes and looked at me..

I was so fucking hot for her , John.

I started getting her out of that dress.

And She didn't stop me.

I was kissing her like crazy while I took off her clothes.

I took off her shoes and stripped those pantyhose off her beautiful legs.

I wanted to see those breasts.

I wanted them in my face.

I wanted to taste them...to suck them.

Kim was pulling my blouse off.

She was trying to get my slacks off.

I helped her.

Oh, God, your wife's breasts were so fucking awesome.

So full....her swollen nipples all erect.

Oh fuck I wanted them so bad.

They were in my mouth.

I was sucking them ....so good \!




Your Wife's Lesbian Fantasy Phone Sex



Her areolas were puffy and swollen

Your wife's nipples got so hard, John.

They were in my mouth.

She held my face as I moved my lips from one to the other.

She was trying to kiss me in between.

Go ahead John.

I want you to...

Let your fingers be soft and gentle on that aching cock of yours.

Tease it for her John.

Tease it for your obsessed little wife.

Your cock is waiting isn't it?

Make that stiff erection yearn for her lesbian submission..

She couldn't help herself John....

Why should you resist?

Kim couldn't stop just as you cannot help yourself now.

Tease your aching cock for her.

Don't resist the urge....not now....

Show me you want your wife's desire fulfilled by another woman....and that it excites you....

You know...that your wife loves to be kissed, John, oh my God.

Her mouth is so soft

The way she tongued me.

Her full soft lips on mine, OMG.

Everything slowed down then.

I wanted to be between her legs.

I told her so.

She stared at me.

I told her I wanted to taste her this way.

I even put my pussyfingers in my mouth to prove it.

My lips were soon covered with the aroma of her mature pussy.

She stared at me.

I reached my mouth to her lips and kissed them with mine.

Kim's tongue was in my mouth in an instant!

John....

I started going down between your wife's legs.

I pushed the coffee table back.

I knelt on the carpeting between her open legs.

She was staring into my eyes.

She let me pull her hips to the sofa's edge.

She opened her legs wide for me.

I reached up to hold those voluptuous hips of hers.

I knew she would be extra sensitive.

So I covered the mound of her pussy with gentle kisses first.

She moaned, John....waiting for me.

Then I started licking that beautiful mature pussy she was lifting towards my mouth.

Your wife tastes so fucking good, John.

So feminine. So sweet.

I couldn't stop myself.

I opened her pussylips with my tongue.

Her labia fell open.

I found her clitoris.

It started to blossom onto my tongue.

I looked into Kim's eyes , John.

They were dreamy.

They were hungry for me.

I began lapping her wet pussy with my tongue so expertly.

Your wife put her hands in my hair.

Caressing it.

She held my face.

I ate her pussy so good.

I stiffened my tongue and made it go up inside her...

And watched as your wife's pretty eyes melted with desire.

As far as I could

Over and over.

She started moving her hips

She groaned for me.

Looking at me.

Turning away...

Looking at me again.

Your precious wife....

LOVED it, John

I moved her labia side to side with my cheeks

To open her.

I surrounded your wife's clitoris.

My mouth was open on it.

Older women, John.

Thy are soft and voluptuous.

I loved it.

Everything about your wife is soft and full.

My nose was buried in the curls of her pussymound.

All that soft hair.

The scent of her filling my nostrils.

I started swirling my tongue around her exercised clitoris.

First one way then the other.

I applied nice firm gentle sucks on her fattened clit.

I licked Kim's clit so good for her.

Like her special young handmaiden....worshipping it John.

She started moving to me then.

She was humping at my face in nice gentle thrusts.

Holding my head

Moaning to me, John.

Wanting to come for me.

I held her onto my face.

Wanting to give her an experience she would never forget.

I brought one hand down below my chin.

I entered her with two fingers.

Your wife's moist warm pussy...making them go into her fucking slowly.

Stretching Kim's helpless pussy wide open, John.

Her legs went apart even more for me.

I reached up with my other hand and grabbed her breast.

Her nipple was between my fingers.

I fucked her John.

Licking her clit

Sucking it

Fucking her so steadily

So rhythmically...

She came for me John.

This time it was so much more intensive.

Your wife was sobbing, John.

She cried out all the pleasure I hoped for.

I held still for her.

I felt those pussywalls clutch my fingers

I felt your wife's deepest throbbing orgasm.

I didn't move as it subsided.

I felt her relax.

I raised my head and watched your wife's face as I carefully withdrew my fingers.

She hands released the grasp they had on my head of hair.

And then Kim looked into my eyes.

To prove to your wife I loved so much what I had done for her.

I sucked those fingers clean.

"I want you so much Heather." She whispered.

Her leg was already moving up onto the sofa.

Soon she was on her back.

Reaching for me.

There on my sofa...

We moved carefully into a sixty-nine.

I placed myself above her.

I straddled your wife's face.

John....this is the moment when you must expose you cock fully.

Let it stand completely erect for me.

That touch of a woman's tongue against another's clitoris?

You can imitate that same sensual experience.

Laden your fingertips with saliva.

Grasp your hungry cock at its base.

Slowly apply its slippery mass to the underside of your cockhead.

Be gentle, be soft, 

slide it in circles

around that most sensitive spot.

apply your touch as sensually as you can.

Think of your wife with me.

Think of what she is about to do with me.

Keep that sensitive spot moist.

Try and resist the urge to bring more to the full head of your cock...

Just the underside special area beneath its head

This is the feeling of tongue on clitoris John.

This is what Kim was about to do for me.

Your wife.

Your precious wife.

I remember what it was like the first time I placed my lips on another girl's pussylips, when I was very young John.

the excitement...the thrill of it how soft and fluid it was!

Tender, slippery and responsive.

I wanted it so bad.

But I was so nervous.

I knew what your wife was going through with me

Kim wanted it so badly.

Yet the experience filled her with apprehension.

Once she took that step...there could be no return.

I also knew that once her lips experienced the softness of my cunt...

Those apprehensions would evaporate.

So I was gentle and patient with your wife

I waited for her first moves.

Poised above her waiting patently.

John, so much depended on how desirable my pussy appeared to her now.

I'm athletic and in great shape.

My pussy is shaved and waxed...

And I know my pussy is pretty with all the slope and tightness of a young woman.

My bareness exposes my perfectly proportioned labia...

I know its so pink and smooth.

My clitoris is almost hidden within those pussyfolds but..

I know how it will blossom into a tight bud ....

Just made for licking.

I know it is.

And I know it is very beautiful.

Your wife's eyes were discovering all of that and more.

Her hands caressed me everywhere.

I felt them fondle and hold my waist, my hips...

I felt her grasp my tight ass.

Beneath my face...

Your wife's legs had opened below me.

Her mature cunt...

I had used it so thoroughly, John...

It waited .

Women orgasm multiple times.

We just do.

Under the right circumstances our capacity for orgasm is

Unlimited.

Your wife had been so willing, John

And here she was about to do the unspeakable.

Hovering above...

I looked further down between us.

Down past my tight sporty breasts barely hanging..

Past your wife's magnificent boobies floating heavily on her chest 

so pretty with her nipples facing my belly.

I saw her face then

Transfixed....staring at everything that made me female.

I waited.

She pulled me slowly down to her lips.

I watched as your wife kissed the bare slopes of my pussy.

Each kiss so carefully placed

Waiting for her tongue to emerge...

Oh, God John ...

It was licking the swale of my vulva.

Your wife's tongue was within the folds of my labia

Licking what she had just been kissing.

I could feel my dripping pussy open all on its own

Then Kim's tongue found the deep swale of my cunt

She licked it up and down.

Her lips opened.

They surrounded my clitoris.

She pulled me against her mouth until all I could see exposed was her chin moving.

Your wife had buried her face into my barest cunt.

It was pure heaven.

I was so turned on by everything that had happened throughout our night....

That I knew I would have my orgasm quickly.

Five minutes of her exploring tongue was all I could take.

She was making me come.

When Kim realized what was happening she held my waist tight .

I gyrated against her mouth.

She groaned in appreciation.

She swirled her tongue around the entire circumference of my clitoris 

I felt my orgasm well up my spine

..... explode in her mouth.

Oh my God it was heaven.

And I knew what she was feeling too.

The control she held over my brimming orgasm

Made her tongue wild against my straining clit.

She owned me.

She controlled me in every way!

My face fell into her pussy.

I worshipped it.

Your wife gave me as complete an orgasm as any I ever had, John.

John , you can't imagine the connection

When two women satisfy each other this way.

It's a bond only women can understand.

Kim is lovely, John.

She is enchanting.

I want her.

And I know she wants me.

She dressed that night and called herself a cab

We kissed so deeply before she left.

She has kept me a secret from you, hasn't she

I want to see her again.

Would that be OK?

Please...

Please talk with her and tell her you suspect there is someone in her life like me.

Talk with her.

John, it wouldn't bother me if you...."saw" us together.

Its OK, really!

Would you like that?

I wouldn't mind.

Talk to your wife ,

Ask Kimberly and maybe she would agree?

Please give her my number.

Ask her to please call me?

Even if your wife and I just....talked on the phone...

Just to hear her voice?

If everything I've suggested appeals to you.

I know I can convince her!

(Sixty percent of all straight married and single women have lesbian sexual fantasies. Thirty eight percent of those same women have tried a lesbian experience at least once.)



Your Wish Comes True



You step out of the shower and dry yourself with the towel. Then you wrap it around yourself and walk into the kitchen. You are in no hurry because there's nothing on your schedule for the next couple of hours.

You fix a cup of coffee, enjoying the feeling of the towel against your freshly scrubbed skin. You feel it against your nipples, which harden and are so sensitive that the sensation makes you shiver. You think to yourself how wonderful it would be if that bed in there wasn't empty and you sigh when you think about having to satisfy yourself again with your fingers.

As you step into the living room, you hear something in the bedroom. Or maybe it was outside? You stop long enough to listen, but you don't hear it again. You bend down to place the cup on the table and see a strange set of car keys. What the...? Whose are these? you wonder. Then you hear the rustling of covers in the bedroom, more distinctly this time.

You clutch the towel more securely around your naked body and take a few steps so you can peek into the bedroom. There you spot a body and you gasp. Not just any body, but a male body, mostly naked except for the boxers. The face is covered by a pillow, but splayed out on the sheets you can see a hairy chest, strong thighs, muscled calves and it all looks familiar. And very tempting, especially the half erect cock just barely peeking out of the underwear.

You walk softly to the bed, your eyes drinking in the wished-for male body suddenly occupying your bed. As the passion grows in your chest, you wonder why you didn't wish for this sooner. Now your cravings for a man's touch have risen to a fever pitch. The yearnings course through your body and, unable to wait any longer, you let the towel drop to the floor and put one knee on the bed. The body stirs slightly, but doesn't awake.

You reach out and ever-so-lightly touch the head of his cock with the tip of your fingernail. Once again, it seems to grow slightly, which fills you with even more lust. You lightly rub the head with one finger and you ache to feel it filling your mouth. The desire is now palpable and you don't know how much longer you can keep it inside. Your hand opens instinctively and starts to envelop the growing cock until you can feel its hardness in your hand.

As your fingers wrap themselves around the increasingly erect shaft, the male body stirs once again and you stay still, not wanting to wake him just yet, hoping to prolong the erotic games you are playing with his penis. You don't even breathe as you wait to see if he has awakened. But there is nothing more from him and, after a moment, you are satisfied that he is still asleep. So you grasp his cock once again and begin slowly stroking the shaft, increasing its hardness and swelling the head, which your fingers lithely caress. Your mouth begins to water at the thought of sliding your lips over it and down the rigid shaft. You dip your head slightly, unable to wait any longer to take this beautiful cock between your lips and into your hot, waiting mouth.

But your mouth never gets to its erotic destination. Instead, in one quick motion, the male body has awakened from its slumber and grabbed you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down into his arms, his chest, his waiting mouth. You shriek with surprise and start to giggle with delight, but his mouth covers yours so fast that all you can do is murmur your approval into his waiting lips. He kisses you deeply and open-mouthed, unleashing all of the pent-up desires that have been coursing through your body for the past few minutes as you indulged in your voyeuristic playtime. You start to wonder if he was ever asleep at all, but his hand grasps your breast and covers it, sending new sensations through your body as your aching nipples start to receive the attention they have been dying for and all logical thoughts are purged from your mind. Without breaking your kiss, he starts to roll you under him, sliding one hand down between your legs and probing for your overheated, drenched pussy.

He is on top of you quickly and your bodies seem to fit together. You feel his broad chest covering you, and both of you can feel your hard nipples poking into his skin and mingling with his chest hair. The roughness teases them and makes them tingle with desire. If only he would take one into his mouth and suck it deep between his lips and bite down on it. Oh, God, how wonderful that would feel! But then you feel him fitting his hips perfectly between your thighs and you are suddenly open to him and his poking, probing shaft that is already trying to find its way inside your body. Still kissing you deeply, mashing your lips together, he shifts his hips once and, without any other warning, penetrates your pussy lips in a single thrust. You are so wet that his cock drives inside you with almost no resistance. You feel him filling you and touching areas inside you that are rarely touched. You gasp into his mouth and he breaks the kiss to raise his head, look at you with those blue eyes and growl "I've wanted you so badly!" as he drives his cock home again and again. Then he smiles at you in delight and kisses you again.

You are meeting his thrusts with your hips, rising up to meet each parry with your willing pussy, accepting the battering he is giving you with every inch of your being, it feels so wonderful. From his gasps of pleasure, you know he is experiencing the same pleasure. The coupling is pure, animalistic fucking, something you have both needed so badly, while the kissing and clutching is rough but loving and so satisfying, you never want it to end. Still you feel the sensations burning in your center and you know that a powerful climax is aching to get out and there's nothing you can do -- or want to do -- to keep that from happening.

You hold him tightly, your arms around his body and he continues to raise up his hips and drive his cock, his very being, deep inside your body. You are struggling to breathe and feeling close to letting go when he suddenly breaks the kiss and dips his head, catching your heaving breast in his mouth on the first try. He sucks the mound deep into his mouth and you feel as though someone has taken your breath away. It captures your attention for the moment as he sucks your breast into his mouth roughly, but then he lets go and allows all but your nipple to slide from his gaping mouth. He begins sucking on it, harder, then harder still and the pain/pleasure sharpens and merges with the desire below that is about to be unleashed.

Your head thrashes on the pillow and then he delivers the final blow and you feel his teeth close on your nipple and the sharp sensation causes the dam of desire to overflow and your orgasm races along all of your nerves and electrifies your aching body. You stiffen and vaguely feel his cock swell deep inside you. Just as your climax makes you lose control of every muscle in your body, you feel his cum spurt from the head of his cock and splatter against the clinging walls of your pussy. His body spasms above yours and he roars out his pleasure as he fills you to overflowing with his sticky, white seed and the sensations race through your body and leave you nearly senseless with total release.

He holds you in his arms afterward as you both struggle to regain your breathing and the use of your muscles. You nestle against his hairy chest, running your fingers through it and listening to his heart beat. Before you can tell him how wonderful it all was, he says, "It feels as though I have been neglecting you lately and I just wanted to make it up to you." With that you fall asleep with a contented smile on your face.



Your Wish Is Granted



Darren awoke to a blaring alarm clock. Fighting the urgent pull to stay under the warm covers, he swung both feet onto the floor and reached over shutting off the alarm. 6am and the beginning of another exciting November Tuesday. 

In every respect it was another typical day in the never-ending cycle of workweeks. Shower, jack-off, shave, dress and run out to the freezing vinyl bench seats in his ancient beater of a car. It had been the same cycle for six years now. College had been an exciting litany of girls, beer, and drugs but somehow left him ill prepared for the monotony of living an earning in the "real world". Certainly, there were the occasional events that added excitement to his otherwise drab life. But the joy of finger banging the random bridesmaid at one of his friend's weddings was quickly obscured by the ceaseless paperwork and dull fluorescent glow of his nine to five life. 

There was nothing about this Tuesday morning that seemed remotely special to Darren. As he fought his way through morning traffic he was convinced even the radio DJ's were repeating a show from last week. The highlight of his workday was a coffee run for the boss and two thirty minute coffee breaks spent imagining what the secretary would look like topless. As five-o'clock rolled around, Darren headed back out to his car intending to grab some cheap takeout and end another pointless day alone in his bed.

Deciding to take a shortcut to the nearest fast food emporium, Darren steered his car down an alley. The coffee he'd been chugging all day was wearing off and his mind was wondering to thoughts of a sweaty tryst with the office secretary. He was suddenly snapped back to reality when his car slammed into something in the alley. Slamming on the brakes and jumping out of the car Darren wondered to himself what the hell he'd just hit. It quickly became apparent when what he hit, hit him back. Dazed, Darren looked around to discover a very pissed off homeless man throwing things and screaming expletives. Dodging back and forth, he realized he'd obliterated the man's shopping cart and all its possessions. 

Apologizing profusely was getting him nowhere, but apparently that didn't matter to the homeless man, who threw several more objects at Darren before running off to "tell the cops". Darren, still shaken at the resent altercation and worrying about what the homeless man might do, quickly jumped into his car and drove home. Upon arriving home he decided it was time to take stock of the damage to his car. 

Inspecting the front end of his car he saw scratches and obvious damage to his front bumper. Closer inspection of the front bumper though revealed something unexpected, something brass was clearly wedged between his broken bumper and the grill of the car. Not sure what to make of this, he yanked and pried at it until it pulled free. Apparently a rather beat up and damaged brass container from the man's cart had somehow lodged itself in the damage of his car.

Taking the container inside with him, he threw it on his table and grabbed himself a beer in an attempt to unwind from the day's events.

Sipping from the can he looked back over at the table and the brass container. "What a hunk of junk." he thought to himself. Picking it up he began carrying it over to the trash. Always curious by nature, Darren couldn't just throw it out straight away. He began turning the container over in his hands looking for a way to open it. Then, without warning the entire room began to shake.

Glasses careened off the shelves crashing on the floor and the lights began to flicker. "What the hell is going on!"? Darren yelled out loud. His mind turning to thoughts of an earthquake he dived under the nearest table. Then, like an earthquake the room suddenly became as still as it was seconds before. Realizing he lived nowhere near an earthquake zone, Darren pulled himself out from under the table confused and completely shaken. Looking around at the room the last thing Darren expected was to hear a voice behind him.

"Thank you Darren, and my apologies for the mess."

Hair standing on end, Darren spun around fists clenched and sweating. Behind him stood a well-dressed man of Middle Eastern appearance. He was distinguished looking and beaming with a large smile. 

"Who the hell are you, how do you know my name, and what the fuck just happened to my place!" Darren shouted.

"My name is unimportant, but if you would like you can call me Hassam. Now please try to be calm while I explain what has just occurred."

"What do you mean be calm! My house is destroyed and some strange man, who knows my name, is standing in my house smiling at me!"

"I understand this is all very abrupt, it always is, but let me assure you that you will be happy with what I have to tell you. You needn't worry about your place, I promise you I will have this all back in order momentarily."

Unsure what to do at that point, and still frozen with fear, Darren decided the best thing to do at the moment was listen to what this Hassam had to say.

"Go ahead and explain, but this had better be good.", said Darren.

Hassam smiled again at Darren and directed him to a nearby chair.

"This will all sound far fetched and you will try to think of any rational explanation for what I am telling you rather than accept it at face value. When you do I ask that you look around and remember for a moment what just transpired, including the fact that I somehow already know your name."

"I am a Djinn, or better known to your culture, a genie. I know you are educated and will find this hard to believe, trust me that what I say is true and that your modern 'education' fall far short of imparting all the knowledge you should know."

"When you rubbed the box that was my prison, you released me into your service. But before your mind jumps to Aladdin or blondes in pink clothes, let me assure you that real genies such as myself do not play by the same rules as our fictional brethren."

"I will grant you as many wishes as you desire - there is no set number and I will remain in your service until you desire to release me. I am not here to play tricks with your words, and I do not have limits to my abilities. If you wish for me to create, destroy, manipulate, or empower you there is but one limit to the powers I possess. I say this with emphasis, as it has not always been fully understood - powers are limited to the affairs of earth. I cannot 'fly you to the moon' as some might wish."

"Importantly, my powers while limitless do not enable me to serve you in the view of others. To explain this better, I can conjure food for you but I cannot go to the store to pick it up."

"To demonstrate a tiny twinkling of my abilities I will now return your house to its former glory."

In the blink of an eye, Darren's house was returned to the same state it had been prior to Hassam's arrival. Imagine if you will, a movie running in reverse but neither Darren nor Hassam moved during the process. Darren, struck speechless by what was occurring around him was unable to process what had just occurred.

"Relax Darren and accept with pleasure the good fortune you have just received. Among my powers is the knowledge of every aspect of your life. In my long existence I have certainly seen masters in much worse states than yours. I must admit however that your present condition leaves much to be desired." Hassam continued, "For example, you are a 27 year old with no female companion, a mediocre job, and exceedingly large debts for a paltry education. I want you now to go and enjoy a beautiful nights sleep then come to me in the morning with ideas of what I may grant you to bring you joy. I will remain on the couch watching television."

Without hesitation, Darren went directly to bed and promptly fell into a peaceful and happy sleep. 

Awaking in the morning, Darren was certain everything had been a dream. He had some lovely ideas about what he could have done had it been real, but shrugged them off as he made his way out to the living room. There, much to his shock sat Hassam watching a western re-run.

"I always have loved the western. They try so hard to portray what life was like then, but they miss the subtle aspects. TV is such a poor medium for expressing the unpleasant smells of a cow town."

Darren's jaw hit the floor.

"Still adjusting I see." said Hassam. "If I may master, I do not usually enter the minds of my owners, but at this critical juncture I find it best to offer some suggestions for you based on an intimate understanding of your life."

"In your case I suggest you allow me to empower you with total physical and mental control over women. I am familiar with the amount of time you spend pleasuring yourself to thoughts of dominating the fairer sex. With these wishes you would also be able to receive financial gifts from them, and have lovely servants at your beck and call. I of course will leave the wishing and wording up to you."

Darren's mind was racing with the possibilities, but the only coherent thought he could construct was, "Holy Shit! This could be awesome!"

"Yes", said Hassam, "this will certainly be awesome."

Darren began putting the wording together in his head then turned to Hassam to state his first wish.

"Ok... so is there any special wording I need to do for this? Kazzam, Abra kadabra?"

"No", said Hassam shaking his head and laughing. "You simply state what it is you want and I will make it happen."

Darren smiled.

"Hassam, please listen to everything I have to say as I want it all incorporated into my wish, and I want it done specifically. I want to be able to control women mentally and physically. I want to be able to take control through the utterance of a single word - that word shall be Fahrvergnügen. Upon uttering this word to any woman she will surrender her will to me entirely. In addition, I will be able to control all aspects of her physical body by simply explaining to her what will be changing."

Hassem laughed out loud. 

"Original and well thought out. Your wish is granted."

"Funny." Darren said. "I don't feel any different."

"Oh trust me master Darren, you now have an incredible power. Do you have any additional wishes at this time?"

"Yes, I have one more."

"Continue.", said Hassem.

"I wish to be immune to all diseases from this time forward. That is to say, any disease which could be fatal or damage my body will be completely begnine to me and I will be unable to carry or transmit any of them to others."

"Another marvelous wish Master. Your wish is granted."

Instantly, Darren felt much better, better than he ever had in his life.

"Ok, so now what?", asked Darren.

"Master, I may suggest that you take your new powers out for a test drive. Perhaps there are some lovely ladies out there who would present a challenge to the old Darren?"

"Good idea. Hassem, wish me luck."

"Master Darren, you may trust me that you no longer need luck. Enjoy."

With that Darren quickly showered, dressed and headed off to the most difficult place he could ever imagine picking up a woman - the trendiest A list bar in town.

Picking the location was the easy part, getting in was an entirely different story. Darren, who weighed 160lbs wet and stood at six feet tall was not exactly hunk material. Worse yet, his meager salary and large debt load left him wearing outdated and dishevled clothing. Taking one look at Darren, the bouncer laughed and let the next group straight inside. 

Realizing that he was going to get nowhere fast with his plan, Darren began looking for another option and discovered it in the tall lanky brunette standing outside smoking a cigarette. Whats more, she presented the perfect opportunity to test his powers. She not only was way out of his league in the looks department, she also was angerly talking into her cellphone to a boyfriend. 

Darren walked straight up to her with a confidence level beyond anything he even mustered at a drunken college party. 

"Excuse me... I couldn't help but notice your beautiful black dress."

"Who the fuck are you!", shouted the girl.

"I'm Darren, and the bouncer asked me to give you a message."

"Fuck off!", she said.

"No really, its just a message, but I have to whisper it to you quickly. And look, no funny business. My hands are behind my back."

"Just tell me quick then get the hell away from me you freakin weirdo."

Darren leaned in and thought, here goes nothing.

"Fahrvergnügen."

The girl pulled back with an incredibly pissed off look on her face.

"What the fuck! Get out of here asshole.", she said.

Darren backed up as she turned back to her cellphone. Then he noticed a change on her face. The harsh look dropped to the blank look of someone sleepy and stoned. Then she turned to him with a cocked eyebrow and a smile on her face.

"I... I'm not sure what... Hi, my name is Amy. I'm not usually so mean and you... you are spectacular."

Darren couldn't believe what was happening. Was it working? Could things really be this easy from now on? He had to test this out further, and he'd always wondered what the company of two gorgeous women would be like.

"Hi Amy, I'm Darren. From this point on you exist to bring me joy per my desire. I have a job for you starting right now."

"Yes Darren?", she said pleasing and expectantly.

"I want you to go back into that bar and convince a beautiful girl to come outside here with you and meet me."

Without hesitation Amy threw her cigarette down and walked directly into the bar. Darren spent several anxious minutes waiting to see if his instructions had worked, then much to his relief he saw Amy coming out with a drop dead gorgeous latina in tow.

"Darren, this is Felicia. Felicia, you just have to meet Darren, trust me when I say there's more to him than first glance."

Felicia stuck out her hand looking skeptical, but Darren moved in with poise. Going straight for a hug he leaned in close to Felecia's ear and whispered Fahrvergnügen. It was all it took.

Now with two beautiful girls at his command, Darren realized he needed something to do with them. Of course, that something was a further test of his new powers, and eliminating the need for whacking off for a while. 

"Which of you has a nice place all to yourself tonight?", asked Darren.

"I do.", said Felicia.

Upon arrival Darren had both of the ladies to stand side by side in the living room. Amy was around 5'6" and around 130lbs. She had B cup breasts with brown hair to her shoulders cut with bangs. Felicia was 5'3" and around 110lbs., though clearly to Darren a portion of that was in her DDs. 

"Listen closely ladies as I'm about to make some changes.", Darren said with the glee of a child on christmas morning.

"First of all, you both are now filled with a level of lust higher than anything you've ever known. That lust is directed at me and at each other. You are wetter than you have ever been, but you will both stand silently at attention until I say finished." 

Both girls entered into a trance state. They were both panting sligtly, knees quivering, and flushed across the face and chest. It was obvious to Darren they were nearly overcome with desire. He walked over behind Amy and stripped off her dress as she continued to stare straight ahead. Pulling down the dress her breast fell out free of encumbrance. With fully erect nipples. Further down her thong panties were completely sodden. Darren then moved over to Felicia, revealing a beautiful black demi bra and matching g-string.

Like Amy, her panties were soaked.

"We can't have those panties in the way this evening. Both of you remove them and drop them on the floor then return to attention."

Doing as they were told, Darren noticed both were completely shaved and clearly slick with lust.

"Now I want to give you some physical gifts. To do this I need you both to lay down on the floor on your backs and relax."

Probably anticipating petting and a fuck both girls scrambled to hit the floor as quickly as possible.

"Amy first then Felicia, lets answer some questions.", said Darren.

"On a scale of 1-10, how sensitive are your breasts and can you orgasm through touching them alone?"

Amy replied, "3. I've never gotten much out of them."

Felicia said, "8. One time I came close. My boyfried was really playing with my nipples."

"Right now your breasts are increasing in sensitivity 100%. Your nipples are becoming major erogenous zones, and two minutes of breast play will now make you cum."

Both girl's faces contorted in pain, then ecxtasy. Amy grunted several times over the next minute while Felicia moaned.

"The orgasm you will have from your breasts will not be connected to your pussy. From now on you have a second erogenous zone in your breasts that will give you orgasms, contractions, and pulsing pleasure only it will be localized to your breasts themselves."

Again, both girls grunted and moaned. Darren chuckled at how this was going, and noted the growing buldge in his pants.

Deciding to test this physical change Darren dropped to the ground beside Amy. The gently stroke of his hand caused her to thrust her chest up and towards him. As he moved his fingers over her nipple she moaned like she had been entered. 

Moving his mouth to her nipple, he sucked it gently in and began rolling his tounge across its surface. She was vocalizing loudly at this point and clearly was being sweapt away by his actions. Unable to control herself she dropped a hand toward her crotch, but it was caught by Darren who firmly held it to the floor. Breaking with her nipple she let out an anquished cry of disappointment.

"Your arms will remain at your side unless eitherwise stated!", Darren said forcefully.

He turned to her other nipple and began the same motions. As he increased the speed of his tounge and the force of his suction, Amy's desperation grew. It was clear to Darren she was gone at this point. She began repeatedly thrusting her breast into his waiting mouth like a man nearing his cum. Finally she thrust forward with all of her might, arching her back and screaming at the top of her lungs.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"

Darren could feel a pulsing in her tits, they were throbing unlike he'd ever felt before in a breast. Half a minute passed before Amy began to regain her composure and settle into the floor. Both of her nipples were completely erect and slightly twitching.

Darren asked her, "What was that like?"

"Oh God! It was incredible! I've never... please again! I don't ever want that feeling to stop.", said Amy.

Moving on to Felicia, Darren noticed a similar reaction. He pushed her further by continuing to a second orgasm on the other breast. Then stood up leaving both lust filled girls sweating on the floor.

"It doesn't have to end with your breasts.", said Darren.

"Now for your other areas. First another gift. From this point forward you will no longer grown hair below your neck. All hair folicales will now die. Congratulations, you never have to shave or wax anything again."

This seemed more important to Darren as currently the girls were both in a completely different headspace. But Darren was by no means finished. He wanted to push both of them physically and had thought up some creative ideas of just how to do that.

"Both of your clits will now increase 75% beyond their normal peak excitement size. They will also increase in sensitivity by 10%."

Much like the breasts both girls flexed in pain then groaned and sighed in pleasure.

"Your vagina's will increase in sensitivity with your g-spot increasing 80% more than it's current peak. The nerves from your lower vagina shall increase and spread throughout, giving the entire surface pleasureable sensitivity."

Once again the girls both contorted, screamed, groaned, then returned to the slaked look of intense desire.




Your Wish Is Granted



"From now on you will now orgasm with 70% greater ease than you ever have before. Whats more, every orgasm you have will be 130% more intense than anything you've yet experienced and will last a minimum of 5 minutes continuously at their peak intensity."

"Further, from this point forward you desire me most of all. You are completely bi-sexual and want each other in addition to anyone else I instruct you to want. Your sex drive will be maintained at the same level of an 18 year old boy and the sight of genitalia will fill you with the same levels of lust you are now experiencing."

This time he saw no change in either woman, but suspected they were already wrapped up in that state of mind anyway. It was now Darren's turn to enjoy them, and as he was beyond any level of erection or desire he'd ever experienced. 

He instructed them both to sixty-nine while he stripped. In seconds both girls were greedily licking each other and sucking their engorged clits like tiny cocks. Amy was on the bottom and Felicia's spread pussy and ass were displaying themselves to Darren while Amy busily worked and groaned.

Darren kneeled behind her and in one movement used her slickness to slide his 7" fully inside her. The intensity of so many new and incredibly powerful sensations was more than Felicia could handle. As Darren glided over her g-spot, Amy sucked hard on her clit. Felicia's head shot up and she let out a piercing scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

She gasped as both Amy and Darren continued.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

Her spasming pussy was contracting so hard on Darren's dick it was squeezing out her cum all over him and Amy's face. It didn't stop either. As intended, her orgasm lasted on and on; her hand gripping Amy's thighs so hard she was drawing blood. As she neared the finally of her cum Darren reached his peak.

Thrusting crazily, over and over he exploded inside of her, releasing a torrent of his own that seemed like it would never stop. Amy still had some orgasm of her own left and her contractions continued to pump Darren and her juices all over Amy's greedily licking mouth.

Needing a moment to recuperate, Darren pulled Felicia off and both collapsed on the floor. Panting, Darren instructed Amy to masturbate to her own grand finale while looking at them. She did so and was overcome herself with her orgasm.

It was incredible, and Darren couldn't wait to figure out what was next. He needed to talk further with Hassem and gain more insight into what might be done. First though, he needed to see what else he could do with his newest servants. 

End Part 1



Your Wish Is My Command



This story was written by request.

(Note* Laura & Larry always ask for stories in which Laura is taken by a strange black man without her knowing about it until after the fact.)

Larry's persistence that they wait for the crowd at the concert to file out before them in their head long pursuit to return to their homes was normally a valid idea. If there were going to be any car accidents they would take place during the throngs head long rush to get home at the end of a concert and not a half an hour later when most were well on their way down the highway. However Larry's timing this time was extremely bad, Laura reasoned, as the battery to their car was dead after Larry had forgotten to turn them off, and now the city was experiencing a total blackout from the lightening storm that had erupted suddenly outside. To make matters worse they were parked in a basement garage with absolutely no light.

"Hey! Don't do that Larry!" She said slapping at his hand and missing as it pulled out from under her skirt.

"What hon? Oh come on, Laura, nobody can see us even if there was anybody here to look."

"Maybe, but what if the lights come back on, and we're in the middle of it?"

"So what? There's no one to see us," he pursued rubbing her ass with the bulge in his trousers, "besides, here in the dark you can pretend that I'm a black scoundrel having my way with you. Wouldn't you like that Laura? Having a big black stranger force you over the hood of the car, his mighty black spear entering you from behind, taking you here out in the open, where at any time the lights could come back on and reveal you acting like some white trash whore for her Nigger pimp. I mean you’re dressed for the part in that sexy mini outfit your barely wearing tonight, garters and all."

"You men are all alike," Laura bit back, trying to keep cool. Larry was just being playful as usual, and they'd role played many times, but this time he'd hit on her deepest secret desire. That of being a whore for a black man. Still, even role-playing had its rules, and she'd never brought up this fantasy so Larry was obviously testing her. "Why do guys always think that a woman is fascinated with bigger, and why does it have to be a black pimp, why not a Mexican pimp, or for that matter a white pimp?"

"It's a dick thing," Larry said, making them both break out laughing, the empty garage echoing their merriment, "besides," he added, "I've seen you checking out more than your share of innocent black butts when you didn't think I was looking."

Busted, but there was an easy out, and Laura took it.

"Maybe, but with you here now you could never pull off the masquerade as I already know it's you Larry, and something like that would only take place if you left me here and say went exploring to get some help, to charge this battery, so we can get the hell home."

Larry's sigh was audible, and he had to admit that the fun and games would have to wait while he went to get them some aid, and she was right also that it couldn't work if she knew that he was here already.

"I saw a phone near the stair well two flights up," he replied, "maybe I can find it in the dark and call a tow truck from there, or at least get a flash light or something. You wait in the car Laura, and I'll be back in no time."

"Fair enough," she replied.

"But if some handsome black fellow, about my height with a pen light comes by," Larry said, then chuckling simply walked away, "I'm sure you'll treat him right."

Her only response was to close the car door with her butt as she stood next to their car. She could take the utter blackness, but not in the confines of the car, it was just too claustrophobic for her tastes. Fortunately for me, neither of these two people smoked so there was no matches or lighters to reveal my presence five parking slots away.

************

Oh I'd seen them both when the lights were on, who wouldn't have stared at that five foot four luscious walking billboard for Penthouse or Playboy Magazines with the nerd. Dressed in that white silk blouse with her nipples poking out and that molded short red leather skirt with the slit in the back to give brief glimpses of naked thigh above white stocking tops her red come-fuck-me- heels tapping out Morse code to the tune of; “Here I Am, Eat Your Fucking Hearts Out.” Could any man not follow that metronome rear and count himself lucky that these two were parked on the same level as him? Then to hear, actually hear them talking about playing a role that I could easily get into was like finding out that Santa Claus really did exist. I knew then that I was going to get some of that fine white pussy, and maybe, just maybe, some of that tight white ass later on if things worked out right.

I waited, as did she until I was sure that Larry had entered the stair well. Then slowly I crept soundlessly over to the stairwell too. Once there I opened the door, and walked more noisily back towards where Laura was waiting, hoping that she would mistake me for Larry.

************

She wasn't surprised to hear Larry come back out of the stairwell after only a minute of having just gone through the other way. She couldn't really say that she was all that upset by his horny actions either, as she wasn't all that keen on waiting in the dark by herself while he was off trying to save them. And too, fair was fair, she'd set down the rules for this little role play and she knew she would follow them. Besides, having sex wasn't a bad way at all to pass the time in this blackout, and pretending Larry was a strange blackman who would force her to his will had her pussy sweltering since he'd brought it up just minutes ago.

************

The penlight blinded her immediately as it flashed on her face and caught her doe in flight eyes completely off guard. She was completely at Larry's mercy now as he moved the light up and down her body like some ghostly hand caressing her obscenely in the night, moving closer, ever closer. 

Laura's imagination suddenly kicked in full force, this could very well be a black man, such as that guy who had followed them down to this level. He was about the same height and build as her husband after all, and for all she knew could still be here in the garage's lower level with them as she hadn't paid much attention once the battery was found to be dead. Letting her imagination soar, she even reasoned that had he still been here the whole time, the man would have heard their whole conversation, and be in a position to grant her favorite, most secret of all fantasies without them ever knowing.

The penlight went out, and a hand touched her right side at the waist and moved up to cup, fondle, then gently squeeze her right boob through the silk blouse, making her moan involuntarily. She knew in her heart that it could only be Larry, but just the same it was thrilling to let her mind escape here in the total darkness, so she let Larry have his way without checking to see that it was really him, after all, that was what role-playing was all about, the fantasy. Larry, for his part wasn't saying a word as his voice would break the spell.

He pulled her away from the car and moved in behind Laura so that he could continue to fondle her breasts as well as unbutton her blouse unhindered. It felt to her as if a strangers hands were fumbling with her clothes, but that could easily be due to the utter blackness making things a bit tougher to do than in the light. Once he had her blouse opened he unzipped the leather skirt in back and pull it down out of the way, his fingertips dancing over her pantied ass, her bare thighs and around in front to lightly tickle her clit through the moist gauze material of her sheer white panties.

"Mmmmm, your good baby," Laura breathed, after all there was no reason she couldn't speak, "I never knew that black men were such sensitive lovers."

Fingers pried into the waistband of her panties and they too were soon down around her ankles. Laura now felt so completely vulnerable standing there in the vacant garage with only her essentials exposed and completely on display should the lights come back on suddenly. Her tits suddenly had a mouth clamp over them, first the left then the right as he kneaded one and sucked on the other, and all she could do was submit to her imaginary black master. A hand moved slowly down her torso, then grazed over her bald snatch making Laura tremble in anticipation. The tip of a finger brushed against her erect clitty, nearly making her cum on the spot, and succeeding when it moved down and in past her slime soaked lips, a short quick orgasm to be sure, but very intense, after all her first black man had just stuck his black finger up her cunt, hadn't he. And in her mind Larry's finger became longer, thicker, and so black.

"Oh damn baby!" Laura hissed, "If you don't fuck me soon I'm gonna cum without you!"

Strangely, Larry must have had that very idea in mind, she thought, as he laid her back across the hood of their car, pulled her legs up over his shoulders and started eating Laura out. He rarely ever did that, and never with such gusto as he was doing now. Surely this had to be some strange black male scarfing up his whore's pussy to help keep her in line. The fact that she was that whore at present only made it more exciting to Laura's mind, and she came and came on her lover's insinuating tongue.

"Oh, uh huh, mmmm, uhn, oh baby, eat it, eat that bald white pussy lover! Suck it all out! You know how I love for you to eat my cunt! Ooooh yeah, cuming again! Cuming baby! Can't stop cumming! Oooooooh, mmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, yessss!"

He brought her from one tummy tumbling orgasm to the next and she road the coaster ride of multi climaxes as if she'd been born there. Hours perhaps days flashed by in the dark with that mouth glued to Laura's exploding twat. Her perception of time mangled by the blackout and her lover's masterful tongue lapping away merrily gave no hint of mere minutes let alone seconds. To Laura it was like dancing on the head of a pin, a relative term at best.

When at last that mouth pulled away from Laura's groin, she was quickly flipped over so that she was face down now over their cars front fender, her high heeled feet on the ground spread apart as if about to be frisked by a cop. Ah yes, the finale she thought fleetingly, and just in time too, as her lover's cock entered her pussy from behind the lights suddenly came back on. Blinded once again Laura couldn't have cared less. Since Larry was behind her she needn't look back so as to keep the fantasy going, and in fact her imagination went to warp speed now as she saw herself in her minds eye caught bent over their car with a black man's prick going into her white pussy where now anybody could catch them fucking, and she closed her eyes tight to keep focused on that image.

************

The lights caught me off guard as I at last was entering Laura's tight wet fissure, but luckily she was too far into her fantasy to turn around and disturb it so I continued to push my big black dick into that fine whore's white pussy. Even better, now I could see what I could only touch and imagine before. Not having any idea of just how big her husband was in the dick department was gonna make this dicey at best. I have fully nine thick inches of solid black meat to please any pussy around, but since Laura was up in her fantasy world, she hadn't seemed to notice my girth stretching the hell out of her cunt already, and it was just half way in, or had she.

"Oh yeah baby! Your so fucking big, aren't you. Stretch my tight white pussy out of shape! Push it all in! Oooooh yeah, that's it baby, give me more black dick!"

She was doing it to herself, and as they say, a mind is a terrible thing to waste and Laura's was on overload already. I just shrugged my shoulders, and gave her what she begged for, and to hell with subtlety. I started taking long strokes then, and with each stroke worked more and more cock inside of Laura.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me you big dicked horny black bastard! Fuck me like my husband never could! Bust my white cunt open so big that a train could go through! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me you Nigger son of a bitch!"

That was all it took for me, with her fast closing on an orgasm to end all orgasms I hammered into her cunt like some demented power tool. My big black dick pistoning forward as she pushed back to meet me. Laura's buns jiggling like Jell-o every time my flat stomach slapped against them. We were both riding hurricane Laura and landfall was in sight, with one last gut wrenching thrust I crammed every fucking inch of cock I had into her quaking cunt, and held her wriggling butt tight up against me as I busted a nut then two, shooting cannon jism balls deep up inside against that married womb.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" we screamed in unison as we came together in sweat soaked explosions that rocked the night. Laura's hair whipped around her thrashing head as one giant climax after another slapped her silly, her body contorting, gyrating, bucking as if about to fly apart as my black seed filled her white belly beyond the boundaries established in her past. I could hear our mixed blessings plopping onto the concrete between our legs below as Laura at last past out, a smile of pure contentment plastered to her face.

************

It took some time for her to realize that she was flopped, bent half naked over their car in a public underground garage. She heard a car suddenly start up near by, and with her heart racing madly found her clothes and quickly put herself back together. And where the hell is Larry now, she wondered, throwing her panties into the front seat of their car as a shiny new Eldorado pulled out of its parking space five lanes away, then seeing her stopped and the tinted window rolled down.

"Can I be of any assistance?" 

Laura stood there frozen, stunned to her core. It was the black man of her fantasy, asking if she needed help. Could it be?

"I....er, that is, we have a dead battery," she at last faltered out.

"Can I give you a jump?" Asked the man as Larry suddenly drew near.

"You sure can man," Larry answered for them both, "I've been on the phone to every tow truck in town and they’re all busy for the next hour."

Teeth as blinding as a noonday sun flashed in the black man's face as he looked straight at Laura when he said; "Your wish is my command." 



Your Wish is My Command



Your directions were clear. You instructed me to shower, shave my pussy and legs very clean and smooth, dress in a beautiful flowered silk dress with no panties or stockings, and meet you at an address unfamiliar to me.

When I arrive, you are alone. I greet you, but your nearness has unsettled me, and I look up into your eyes and forget to show you the proper respect; you remind me with a light slap to the cheek, and I immediately fall to my knees. "I'm sorry, sir," I stammer out as you put your hand on my head. 

The doorbell rings, and I am left alone as you walk to the door. I don't move from my kneeling position, because I don't want to make another mistake and anger you. I hear several voices, all male, and heavy footsteps coming up behind me. A blindfold is tied tightly over my eyes (I can tell that it's you, sir) and I am lifted to my feet. My hands are tied behind me (and it's you again, sir) and I am walked forward. I'm not sure where I am, but I can tell I am being walked out of the entry hall and into a warmer room. As I walk, I feel several hands groping me -- my face, my breasts (and this time it ISN'T you), and my ass. When my guide stops, I stop, and am left standing while my dress is grabbed and ripped down the front until it is ruined and hangs in tatters. What's left of the dress slides down my arms, and is ripped completely off when it reaches my bound wrists. I feel a cold touch of metal on my breastbone, and my bra is cut off with a harsh tug. The straps are then cut off, and all I am left wearing are my shoes.

No-one talks to me; the only sound I hear is the breathing of several men, and it increases in volume and tempo as my guide (you, sir) forces me again to my knees. Your hands remain on my head as a stranger's cock slaps my face one, two, then three times. You whisper to me to open my mouth, and I obey, not knowing how vigorously my mouth will be assaulted, but steeling myself for the worst. The stranger's cock invades my mouth, and I reflexively jerk back, only to receive a sharp slap on my ass, reminding me that my will is no longer my own. I straighten up and obediently open my mouth again, licking and sucking the unfamiliar cock as it, once again, invades my mouth. I start slowly, as I usually do, but the stranger has other ideas, and brutally forces his cock into my throat as you hold my head firmly. I choke a little, which prompts laughter from the men present (I can't count how many, but it must be five or six), and the man withdraws slightly, only to ram it forward again until it hits the back of my throat. But I'm ready for it now, and take it all the way to the root, loving your hands on my head and relaxing so that I can take it all without shaming you. The stranger fucks my mouth aggressively, leaving me no choice but to take it all; this is no loving fellatio, but more like oral rape, pounding my mouth and throat. With a groan, he cums in my mouth, gagging me with his semen, and I choke again, trying to swallow his cum, but dripping a little out of the corner of my mouth.

I am pulled to my feet by my wrist ropes, and a finger gently wipes the corner of my mouth and then is inserted into it as I obediently suck it clean. I am led forward once again, until I stumble into a man seated on a sofa. I'm sure it is a sofa, because I feel the brocade material as I am lifted roughly and placed with my knees bent on either side of his, my pussy impaled on his cock. It's a good thing that obeying you makes me wet, because there is no foreplay, no fingering, just ruthless upthrusting, battering my pussy with his thick cock. I do feel his hands on my ass, though, kneading my asscheeks and spreading them wide. He bites and sucks my nipples, not gently, as he pounds his cock into me. I can't help crying out, and someone (you?) pulls my hair, forcing me to arch my back, and slaps my ass again, twice this time and harder than before. I feel something hard and cold against my asshole, and a squirting sensation makes me realize that my ass is being lubricated. I feel your finger working its way into my ass, spreading the lube well; then another finger joins the first, and I am stretched open. The man fucking my pussy stills for a moment, and I feel a much larger pressure against my asshole. The head of your cock (and I do recognize your cock, sir) is forced where no cock has gone before, and it's all I can do not to scream as both of my holes are totally filled.

The man in my pussy stays still for a moment while you ream my ass. You start out gently, but after a couple of strokes the intensity increases, and you start thrusting much harder. The man beneath me starts alternating strokes with you, pulling out as you're slamming in, slamming in as you're pulling out. He's biting my nipples again, and I realize that my nipples are very, very hard, and my pussy is very, very wet. The pistoning cocks in my pussy and ass are driving me closer....closer...closer to the orgasm that I need so badly. Someone fingers my clit, and that's all it takes...I'm thrusting back on your cock and down on his, and screaming and moaning that I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Your arms go around me and pull me back on your cock as you ram it into me one last time, groaning and shooting your cum deep into my ass, grinding your hips against me, and penetrating me more deeply than ever before; the man fucking my pussy cums a moment later, brought over the edge by your orgasm and mine, pushing me down on his cock by the hips and cumming hard, deep in my cunt.

I'm still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm as you pull me off of the man on the sofa. Your cock, though softening a little, is still deep in my ass, and you hold me close to you, one hand gripping my left breast, and the other covering my pussy. You drag me backward a step, then turn, pull your cock out of my ass and release me. I fall forward a step, and reach out a hand reflexively; I touch a wall. I feel roughness beneath my touch, and warmth on my legs, and realize that I am standing in front of a fireplace and mantel. 

I start to straighten, but a hand strikes me between my shoulder blades and forces me hard against the mantel stones. I am afraid for a second that I will fall into the fire, but it is a low fireplace, and the mantel comes down to my breasts, which, along with my face and forearms, are painfully pressed against rough stone. I feel a large hand on my ass, stroking down between my thighs; another hand joins the first and spreads my legs apart. I am leaning forward at quite an angle, my ass jutting out, my legs spread wide, and cum dripping from my exposed ass and pussy. A hand roughly probes my pussy, and then retreats, only to be replaced by an unfamiliar cock of intimidating size. The stranger behind me works his cock into my still-wet pussy one inch at a time, holding my hips in place and rocking me until his cock is completely inside me. He retreats slightly, then slams back inside me hard, scraping my face, arms and breasts against the stone. I cry out at the unexpected pain, and feel him retreat again, only to ram his cock into my pussy in the next instant, beginning a canon of assaults on my body. 

I endure the pain, because I am thinking of you, that this is what you want, that watching other men brutally fuck me is what you desire. As the stranger forces his cock into my pussy over and over, I cum again, my whole body shaking at the thought of you watching me.



Your Wish... Or Mine?



Written with much appreciated editorial help from BritslutJenny

Warning: This is a tale with a BDSM theme and some cruel passages. If you do not like that kind of stuff don't read it. But if you do, please let me know whether and why you enjoyed it.

Your wish... or mine?

ONE

I was shocked, and to be honest, also a little annoyed. You, John, my husband of two years, my dearest lover, asking to lend myself for such outrageous things.

Watching me intently, an earnest frown on your face, you said: "I am serious, Anne, I am very serious."

Sitting next to you I froze. Refusing to respond.

But in reaction to my extended silence you nudged me on. "Well... what do you think, Anne?"

I was still too shocked to answer. It took a while, but then I poured myself a big glass of Scotch. This proposition was outright idiotic, and to say the least, awfully debasing as well. So I took a large gulp and answered you quite rudely: "I don't think so... if you don't mind. What do you expect? It's a straight 'no' of course!"

"But Anne, I love you..."

"So?"

You looked into my eyes, as if to assess your chances. I sensed anxiety, fear to lose my love. Then, while you kept looking at me, you took a deep breath and explained: "I've had these thoughts ever since we met." 

"Why... You never told me...."

"I always feared this might ruin..., I mean..., make you stop loving me. I couldn't bear that. But those feelings... you know..., sometimes they are so strong..." Your speech was trembling now, and a slight wetness seemed to glimmer in your so beautiful eyes. 

Suddenly I felt sorry for you. So I wrapped my arm around your shoulders. "How could I ever stop loving you?" I asked. "Come here, my crazy boy, let me kiss you."

But there was a hesitant retreat, followed by a thin faltering voice, almost begging. "Please Anne, I would enjoy it so much, Anne, please..."

I poured myself another glass, a real big one, and drew you against me, embracing you like a frightened child. Finding your mouth, we kissed. I fumbled with your blue shirt, feeling the hardness of your hairy chest. You moaned...

It made me want to kiss that chest.

But you stopped me, gently pushing my hand away, saying: "Not now, Anne, just give me your word, tell me, would you do it for me? Just once? Please..."

I took a large swallow from my glass. It's always been difficult to say 'no' to you.

You noticed my hesitation and pushed on further, repeating: "I've had that urge for so long, Anne, please..."

"Urge...? John, you have it even now?"

"Yes...," you nodded, "even now. It's... it's a wrecking imagination, you know. But it makes me hot. I can't stop it. Please Anne... please, you would make me so happy." You closed your eyes and swallowed hard, showing me your so delicious Adam's apple. As always it made you indescribably irresistible. That moment I melted and knew that I would not be able to refuse you anything... not now, not ever... haven't I always loved being your plaything during sex...?

So I was lost.

And to my alarm, I found that I actually had become a little aroused by those mad ideas of yours.

So I gulped down one more mouthful of booze. I needed it to give me the courage to ask for clarifications. "You mean with anyone...? Eh... I mean... do you have... I mean... someone in mind? Someone we know?"

Immediately you opened your eyes wide, and smiled as if I had liberated you. Then, you bent over and, almost conspiratorially, whispered in my ear: "Dan."

I was taken aback. Dan is a former boyfriend of mine. We used to kiss in his car. I remember well that he always wanted more, but that I never agreed. So nothing serious ever happened and he gradually lost interest in me. But we remained friends over the years. Every once in a while we have dinner with him and his wife Ruth, and they with us. They are both rather sizable, but he is also strong and has always remained attractive. I never really liked his wife that much, at least not her appearance, with her unkempt hair and her heavy frame, although she can sometimes have a sweet mind.

"Why Dan?" I asked, now feeling a bit light headed. "He would never do a thing like that." Then, by way of argument I added: "Apart from that, he's married."

"So? We're married as well, aren't we?" you said, smiling wickedly. And, with your eyes shining like those of a child being promised a treat, you continued to whisper: "I'll ask him to bring Ruth as well. How about that?"

Now I was really shocked. "You'll ask what...? What do you think she would say? You don't believe that she... I mean... I'm not a dyke."

Your eyes sparkled. "Who cares."

"I do."

"But I don't," you said with a sudden cruel smile. "On the contrary. It would give me an extra thrill." I guess that you must have seen how that caused the blood to drain from my face, because hurriedly you hugged me and whispered in my ear: "I like to frighten you, little one, it gives me a kick."

Feeling a little disoriented I asked you to put down my empty glass. I must have had too much to drink. In the bottle on the little table before us, not much remained. Whisky usually does not sit easily with me when I drink such quantities so quickly. You know that. You must have prepared me by putting that bottle before us.

Hearing myself speak, I asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, "The three of you against me then?" My voice was a note too high. I had definitely become aroused by now, notwithstanding, or maybe because of that combination of whisky and your weird ideas.

You did not hesitate a second, and nodded. "Yes, my love, all three of us. That's the whole point. But we would be in it together."

Silence.

For a long time.

Sitting uneasily next to you, I stared at the bottle and at my empty glass on our little table. You began to caress my hair.

I let my imagination run on like a silent movie, seeing myself as the star actress. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I could see it might have advantages to serve not only you as a lust object, but two other people as well. Maybe there'd be some secret pleasure in it for me. My crotch began to itch. However, my mind made a last ditch attempt to resist. "But they aren't swingers... not as far as I know." It sounded lame, and spoken with a slightly thickened tongue.

"Neither are we," you laughed, and kissed my neck. Then softly you said it again: "Don't let me down Anne. Don't let me down." And you directed my hand to slowly caress the bulge in your pants.

So, against all odds, your crazy fantasy, combined with that enticing promise below your belt, seemed to take away my misgivings. It must have been quite obvious to you that the idea evoked in me a certain erotic interest. Although it made me feel a bit disconcerted, this bizarre concept definitely had a bewitching power.

So I took the leap, and kissed your lips.

The kiss became long and passionate. But fear of your fantasy slowly took over, distracting me from your captivating manly scent. You sensed it and allowed me to gradually disentangle from our embrace. Thus we remained silent, sitting next to each other, like a couple of uneasy teenagers, not knowing how to continue. I decided I'd had enough to drink for the day. It must already have clouded my mind, and made your proposal more appealing than it really was. I stared out of the large sliding windowpanes opposite our couch. The leaves were colouring. "Maybe you should wait a bit," I proposed hesitatingly.

You didn't speak. But you knew I had yielded. You got up and poured yourself the last remains of Whiskey.

"No."

It was a short and resolute answer, brooking no argument. Sometimes you can be quite cocky. And this obviously was one of those occasions. I always enjoy your presence, your body, your love, but I had to watch out for your mind.





TWO

More than a week had passed since you had confessed to me that erotic fantasy of yours. More than a week had been given to me, to play with that mad idea. I knew that you could have an unbending will. And I also knew that you're always been a bit controlling in matters of sex and that, more often than not, I like to be your little plaything. It never bothered me. Not until you came up with those thoughts. I should have seen them coming. But let me be honest: by now your strange desires had undeniably become contagious. Even to me.

"Please undress, Anne. Time is up."

"What... here? In our living room? Shouldn't we..." But my words were cut short by a resounding slap in my face. "There is no 'shouldn't we' for you tonight," you said with a surprisingly sharp voice. It shook me. You'd never been like that before. But no real anger rose in me. I realized that my time was up indeed, and that today things would be different. Quite different.

You stood opposite me, your face transformed by a sudden wanton lust. And my own panting made my breasts heave. Even though your sudden metamorphosis gave me shaky knees, you had also awakened butterflies in my belly. So, although still reeling from that slap, I did obey.

Soon I was standing completely nude before you. You've seen me like that often enough, but this was different. Everything was different. Calmly you looked me over, assessing my nakedness as if appraising me. You had never done that before. I felt suddenly embarrassed, heat rising to my cheeks. Slowly you lowered your gaze away from my face towards my crotch, which I always keep nicely shaved and smooth for you. Your eyes lodged there for quite a while. I waited, feeling unusually shy, and keeping my hands, by sheer force of will, away from my shame. Then you fixed your eyes on my growing nipples. I didn't want it, but the scoundrels were swelling, all of their own volition.

"Give me your hands."

I extended them to you. You had no eyes for my trembling. With a white silken rope, which you seemed to have brought out of nowhere, you bound them together, locking my wrists in a knot so tight and so professional, that it made me wonder how you knew to do this.

"You look adorable," you said as you stepped away, watching me from a little distance to judge your handy work. "You won't walk away now, will you?," you said with a teasing smile. A bit confused and at a loss for what to say, I used my bound hands to cover my shame. But I felt a distinctly erotic twinge. "No I won't run," I conceded. "What is it you want me to do now?"

Once again you smiled and took my hand. "You'll see, lover," you said and you led me out of the room, into our hallway. There, you made me lean with my back against the vertical wooden bars holding the handrail of the stairs. I obeyed uncertainly.

"Up with your arms, love," you said. Dutifully I raised my bound hands, feeling some unexpected moistness between my legs. You ascended the stairs behind me, and proceeded to tie the cord with which you had bound me, to one of the wooden palings high over my head. Stretched out like that, I suddenly realized how vulnerably helpless you had made me. Especially because I couldn't hide my bald femininity, even if I wanted.

You stepped down and studied me. I felt more naked than I ever had, but a weird eroticism fired my loins. You recognized it and kept looking at me. A satisfied smile gradually appeared on your face. But powerless as I was, I could do nothing to get my arousal under control.

You smiled again, and gave a good-natured pat on my love mound. "You'll wait," you said, "until Dan and Ruth are here." Then you turned around without saying a word, and closed the living room door behind you.

Left alone, standing imprisoned and naked in our hallway, I felt rather bizarre. Nothing happened. I had no choice but to wait indeed. A soft tinkling made itself heard behind the door of our living room. It sounded like you were handling glasses. In my imagination I saw you putting wine and nuts on the table for the guests. Then silence.

It took long, very long. I never realized that time could run that slowly. Gradually I began to relax. All I could do was to stare at the front door and our coat rack, counting the coats over and over. The ones for summer, and the ones for winter. From time to time I watched the clock on the wall. Almost half an hour passed. You briefly reappeared, then climbed the stairs behind me to come back with a handful of clothing, closing the living room door behind you. You had not even looked at me.

My stretched up arms began to ache and started to prickle. And my legs became fatigued from enduring this standing posture. But I had no options. I began to fantasize about how Dan and his wife would react upon seeing me like this when they arrived. But there were simply too many possibilities and my arousal just went up and down with them. So after a while I decided to let things happen as they would come.

Time went on. Another fifteen minutes passed. You did not reappear. I started day dreaming and found myself recalling how you and I had met two years ago, how we make love, what the hotel rooms look like when we travel (which we do a lot). When the time just kept dragging on further, I began to think about more mundane things, like what flowers should be planted in our garden, when should we clean out the shed, or what we should have for dinner tomorrow.

Then, suddenly, the shrill sound of our electric doorbell startled me out of my reveries.

The living room door opened and you appeared. You were now dressed in a white shirt, half open to partly reveal the grey curls on your chest. And you wore the dark black jeans I love so much. Walking with a spring in your step in your black sneakers, you entered the hallway, briefly smiling at me on your way to the front door.

"Hi Dan, Ruth, come in. We're all set and ready, come in... come in." But, the guests did not move. "Oh... yes..." you said as you saw them stare at me, "Maybe you should say hello to Anne. She's been waiting for the two of you." His voice was light and happy. But Dan and Ruth remained frozen on the threshold. They kept staring at me standing there, bound in helpless nakedness. I felt the blood soar to my face, and I closed my eyes, not daring to meet theirs.

"Jesus..." Ruth finally whispered, still watching me. "Jesus John, that's quite a welcome." Briefly I lifted my eyes, and saw how they both kept staring at my bound nude body and my openly displayed crotch. Then, quite unexpectedly, Ruth, in her low, deep voice, asked: "Does she enjoy this?"

"I don't know," you answered. "Ask her."

She smiled and obeyed. "Anne, do you like being exhibited like this to your former boyfriend?" And not waiting for a reaction, she added: "and to me."

I didn't know how or what to answer. There was only a horrible feeling of shame and deep mortification. But at the same time, I was somehow excited by this awful humiliation, and to my chagrin I felt my arousal rise. "Look at her nipples," Dan said in his baritone voice, his face blushing red. "She seems to be in quite a sexy mood." He gently rubbed my nipples with the palm of a hand, then proceeded to softly feel both my breasts, readily exposed to him in all their vulnerability. "Maybe we should try and hang our coats on those," he chuckled. The three of you laughed. Dan had broken the ice. You embraced Ruth, kissing her on the cheek. And, to my relief, when you took their coats, you hung them on the coat rack.

But Dan didn't take his eyes off me. He approached me, and now started to slowly caress me between my thighs.

"Cute little cunt," he said to his wife when he ended his malicious handling. He tapped my breasts once more, and addressing you he said: "They aren't as big as those of my dear Ruth, but still rather nice. I'm happy to see them finally." And turning to me he asked: "Remember you didn't want to show them to me?" He smiled to his wife, who smiled back. "I'm happy you think mine are better", she said. Dan grinned appreciatively. "Sure," he said, "yours are bigger, there's more to grab on to. You're the best. But that does not mean I wouldn't like to play with these here." And as if to illustrate that remark he slapped my breasts with both his hairy hands. I shrank back from the assault, but it seemed he did not notice, and addressed his wife again. "Would you like her to milk me?" he asked, "I think you'd enjoy watching." His wife smiled back at him. "You'd want that eh...?" she answered, "but yes, why not? I wouldn't mind to witness her suck your balls. It would certainly please me."

And so on.... and so on... I wished I could sink and disappear into the ground.

"Come in," you interrupted their discussion of my body, opening our living room door. "There's drinks waiting. Did you bring your whip?"

I couldn't believe what I heard. A whip? Oh my God! I hadn't imagined that! Panic rose in me like a sickening flood. But I didn't hear their response, because the door closed behind them, leaving me alone in the hallway once again.

Panic! Panic! This mention of a whip overwhelmed me. It caused such a dreadful fear, that my heart suddenly boomed in overdrive. I had expected you to allow those two to play with me. I was still not sure whether I would like that. But I certainly had not anticipated them whipping me. It changed everything. My arousal disappeared from sheer shock. Nausea filled my stomach as I realized that, bound naked and defenceless like this, I could in no way escape their whip if they decided to use such a thing.

Behind the door I now heard noises of talking and laughing, alternating with short silences ending with sudden cracking sounds. And each time, after a brief pause, the voices resumed. Were they testing that whip? I began to tremble all over. Dread tore at my mind like the ripping claws of an attacking lion. Gone was really all sense of arousal. I could only think of the horrid pain awaiting me. Attempting to control the fear, I tried to focus on any other sexual pleasure they would want from me. I would have to grant them that. Even to Ruth, although the thought of being forced to suck Dan for her pleasure triggered a new wave of nausea. But giving them the joy of watching me in blazing pain... that was different, unthinkable.... I would be unable to live through that.

Suddenly the door opened and you, accompanied by Dan and Ruth, appeared. They were clearly excited, with flushes of sexual arousal colouring their faces. As they unfastened me from the banister railing, I began to shake uncontrollably.





THREE

Soon I was standing naked and trembling before Dan and Ruth, you holding me firmly by my shoulders, my hands still bound before me. Then, suddenly, I saw you and Dan exchange glances. He got up, leaving Ruth behind on the couch. She crossed her fat legs and took a sip of her wine. I closed my eyes, and felt arousal climbing high up against me. I was in such a state of excitement now, that I almost felt obliged to play their game. So I forcefully willed my trembling to stop and, with that movement of abandon I know you like so much, I threw back my head, letting my long wavy hair fall like a curtain behind me. I must confess that the gesture made me feel even more aroused than I would have thought possible. Dan remained standing in front of me, his former girlfriend. Ruth, who had been looking at me from the couch, now moved too. She got up and, to my surprise, began to slowly undress Dan, revealing to me (and to you) his hard muscular nakedness. I looked on in awe.

Dan's member stood proud and straight, fully engorged and high from his body. He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pushed his mouth on mine, his hard flesh throbbing against my belly.

The sensation of Dan kissing me like that, now also grabbing my breasts, while Ruth watched from the couch, will last me a lifetime. Even in my humiliating position, being held upright by your strong arms, my sexual arousal flared. That must have been clear as day to all three of you. When I turned my head and glanced furtively at you and then at Ruth, I could definitely see that you both tremendously enjoyed watching what was happening. I let Dan tongue me for a long time, then returned his kisses ardently. Turning once more to you over my shoulder, while you still held me up on my shaky legs, I noticed a strange grimace on your face. I wasn't sure what it meant. Did you enjoy this? Or did you want to cry out to Dan that you're the one who should be kissing me, that it's you who really loves me? I wanted to call out to you, but I couldn't. Ruth - as if to punish her husband for his infidelity - had suddenly grabbed under her skirt and stepped out of her panties, stuffing them in my mouth and ordering her husband to secure them with duct tape. 




Your Wish... Or Mine?



Dan obliged. You helped him, handing him the tape, while keeping me imprisoned on my legs. And Ruth, not wanting to be left out of the fun, held my resisting head immobile. When finished, Dan stepped away to watch his work from a distance. He smiled, then suddenly slapped me across my face. Ruth laughed her head off. But my eyes burst into tears and my arousal vanished instantly. Within seconds I lay on the floor, Ruth now holding me down by my shoulders. In panic I saw how you now also quickly stripped, baring that huge erect cock of yours, sporting it like a weapon of attack. Then you too sank down on your knees. But not as I expected, and secretly hoped. Instead you caught my bound wrists and pressed them above my head into the soft carpet.

Dan, grinning in appreciation of the obvious invitation, immediately got down too, and lowered his haunches between my struggling thighs. I thrashed around with my legs in vain protest. It did not prevent him from entering me brutally and starting to please himself like a bull in heat. I must confess that, despite the disappearance of my initial arousal, caused by that slap in the face, the viciousness of his assault had an electrifying effect on me. And both you and Ruth, together keeping me below Dan's humping body, seemed to enjoy it too. Suddenly, as in a flash I realized that I should try to let myself go with my feelings and attempt to enjoy this somehow. So I stopped crying and wrapped my thighs firmly around his thrusting loins, inviting him to plough me deeper and deeper. While Ruth and you watched breathlessly, Dan suddenly came with a cry roaring from his throat.

But I was far from ready. He'd been way too fast. With jerking movements of his haunches, he filled me, long before I even had the faintest chance to peak myself. I felt horribly abused.

He got up, leaving me on the floor like a cheap whore used in scorn. Frustrated and deeply humiliated I began to sob, curling up like a baby, trying to console myself. Ruth, still kneeling next to me but holding on to one shoulder, wiped the sweat-soaked hair off my face. "Poor you," she said, "Dan can be like that sometimes, just caring about his own pleasure. But then, you should not complain. It's for our enjoyment that the two of you invited us, right? So our pleasure counts, not yours. But don't worry dear, it's my turn now. I'm going to fuck the soul out of you.

Fright and disgust suddenly caught me. She was a woman. I've never had a woman make love to me, let alone a big fat one like Ruth. But apparently she had no reservations. "You know, Anne," she said with a grin, "I've always wanted to do this with you." My bound hands were still held on the floor by you. So I really had no choice. I had to give in. Dan had returned to the couch and watched. I let my naked body be pried open wide by you.

While Dan, on the couch above me, played with his now limp prick, Ruth quickly undressed herself, revealing her big body, with its plump thighs, its bulky belly and her large-nippled, breasts. A voluminous female body, bigger and much fatter that I am. She fell heavily upon me, with her big thighs and her wet hairy cunt pressing on mine. Then she started to undulate her plump hips and buttocks over me, gyrating herself in all directions, and slobbering her wet mouth all over my face. I felt nauseous, unable to escape being kissed and mauled by her female flesh. Abhorrence grew on me fast. It lasted an eternity before she finally climaxed in a long-lasting orgasm. While I was flattened by her fleshy body, she exploded in cries of sheer unmitigated pleasure, which almost ripped my eardrums.

After that Ruth kept fondling me for some time, probably assuming that I would enjoy her repulsive attention. But all I could feel was shame and disgust. I had been raped by a woman. Being still firmly held by you at my bound wrists, I could not help feeling sick and nauseated, jerking fiercely under her fat body.

But the woman kept kissing and cuddling me, until finally she got to her feet. I could see how her hairy groin glistened with moisture and with some of Dan's cum that she must have squashed out of me. Ruth now slumped down heavily on our couch next to her husband, clearly very much satisfied.

Finally, your hands let go of me. But instead of releasing me, you nodded to Dan for help.

You told me to stand up on a little stool and then, together with Dan, you hung me from my wrists on a rope, hanging from a big ceiling beam supporting the high roof of our living room. With one of her bare feet Ruth laughingly kicked away the little stool. Now I had no contact with the ground, and swayed helpless and fully exposed before my audience.

That audience now sat on the couch before me, pointing crudely at the parts of my body which I normally keep hidden, giggling, exchanging kisses, sipping wine, and munching nuts. And all I could do was look down upon your three naked bodies while my stretched armpits began to hurt more and more.

Then I realized what the three of you were discussing. To my abhorrence I grasped that raping me had only been a warm-up. A kind of foreplay for what was now to come.





FOUR

Panic gripped my brain as Ruth stepped forward, a short vicious-looking bullwhip in hand. You too rose and came to my side to put a hand on my trembling thigh. As if to comfort me.

"Anne, darling," you said, smiling up to my fear-filled eyes, "try to think of the delight you are going to give us when we whip you."

"I can't..." I blabbered behind the panties in my mouth. But only garbled sound came out. I wanted to say: "I'm so afraid... I'll do anything you want, I'll suck you, I'll suck Dan, I'll even suck Ruth, but please don't whip me..." But I could not. So, to my utter shame and humiliation, I started to cry right in front of my three nude tormentors. But you went on soothing me, which, I guess, was just to increase your own pleasure.

"Oh my little lover," you said, caressing my face, "feel free to cry. It's so amusing to see you in tears. You've already given us great pleasure. Maybe your body too got some joy out of it. But now we want to see it kick in agony." Seeing that this remark only increased my crying, you rubbed it in further like a real sadist. "We love you, Anne," you said, "I guess you know that from the way we enjoyed you. And now we're going to hurt you with a whip, which we love even more. Try to be grateful, knowing how much we'll enjoy it." You pointed to the whip Ruth, as repulsive as ever, held in her hand and added, noticing my ever-growing panic. "If you don't like it, well, console yourself thinking of the pleasure you'll give us." And wiping the cold sweat from my face, you said, "And don't worry, it won't last very long. We too have our limits. Whipping can become tiresome."

Like a caring father fortifying his little anxious daughter, you looked at the tears streaming down my face. "Try to smile at me," you said. "Show me you like to please us." What choice did I have, hanging naked and helpless before you? I love you, and I really wanted to please you, notwithstanding my fear of that whip. So I made an effort to stop crying, and I even tried obediently to force a smile at you through my tears. But it didn't work. My stomach cramped.

"Well then, love," Ruth said, taking over from you, and seeing that my words had not at all diminished my despair, "dance for us and scream your lungs out through those panties in your mouth."

Unexpectedly she suddenly caressed my bald cunt, putting a kiss on it. But it didn't revive my arousal. To the contrary. I was in black fear.

But Ruth had not yet had enough of me. Her nude fleshy body touched mine and stretched out against my taut skin, her big breasts with their large hard nipples grazing me. Like you, she wiped my face dry of its sweat and tears. "Come on Anne," she said with a cruel smile, "I'm sure you'll give us a good show."

I became desperate. "NOOO!" I attempted to cry. But only muffled noises came forth from behind the cloth stuffed in my mouth.

Then, for a moment I thought you might be showing pity on me, because you intervened and, addressing me, you asked: "Want me to be the first to whip you, Anne?" It gave me the smallest sliver of hope. You are my husband, my man for life, the most cherished lover I ever had. You would surely be more merciful than those other two. So I nodded, tears again streaming down my cheeks.

I should have known better....

You stepped back after Ruth reluctantly handed you her whip. Having taken it, you immediately, greedily, heaved it high over your head, your eyes sparking with lust.

With a resounding whack, it smacked straight across my breasts. Pain flared up like searing flames, and I heard myself scream behind my gag. "Come on little lover," I heard you say, as you paused and looked intensely at my crotch "You should heat up a bit further for us. You're not even wet. Try to enjoy this as much as I do." And without waiting, you swung the whip high again...

It landed right on my love entrance!!

I screamed out in red agony. The two on the couch applauded. Your face shone with sadistic delight. As I swayed before you, jerking, kicking and trampling with my legs, crying and howling behind my gag, you smiled again. I didn't know you had such a beast inside.

Once more that horrible whip flashed high in the air. And again it bit into my defenceless intimacy, like a cutting knife. I had no air to scream again. But even so I somehow did. Through my tears I could see that the atrocious pain I suffered made you happy and horny, your dick stood proud and high. Then, without warning, that hated whip hit me again between my legs.

And again... and again!

The pain became a blazing inferno, tearing my groin as if I were a piece of paper.

"That's better!" I heard Ruth's voice yell over my own screams. I didn't understand what she meant, but blinking between the slits in my water-filled eyes, I noticed with astonishment that the nipples on my breasts had become large, hard and rigid, swaying dark red in the air, as if wanting to taste the whip too...

"Very good!" I now heard Dan's baritone voice cry out as well. "Looks like she's enjoying her pain. Good work John." He got up and you handed him the whip while Ruth, in sexual ecstasy on the couch, groped for her own fat crotch with both her hands.

The break gave me a brief respite. But the prospect of Dan's muscled body approaching me, made me wildly shake my head. I expected no mercy, and indeed he showed none. Within seconds the whip curled angrily around me, to smack its tip in the flesh of my left breast. It wasn't as bad as being lashed into my cunt, as my lover had done, but still I cried out. Soon Dan had completely striped both my breasts and started on my belly, back, and buttocks, the tip of his whip occasionally curling around my thighs to again hit the most intimate flesh between my thighs.

Soon my screams were exhausted. All I could produce now were rasping howls each time the whip bit me again. Through a curtain of tears and desperation I managed to notice you climbing upon Ruth, fucking her, both your hands groping all over her big body and hers over you.

But, even while fucking, Ruth kept peeping at her whip-wielding husband. Although wallowing in the erotic pleasure you made her experience, she was clearly being spurred on by what she was given to watch.

"Oh my God!' I heard her yell, "She's a masochist, she's a real subbie, look at her glistening cunt and those glorious nipples. She's enjoying her pain." And while I was thrashing and screaming in hell, the two of you got lost in a mutual and violent orgasm.

It didn't take long though. Ruth pulled herself free from under you, leaping up to approach her husband, and grabbing the whip from his hands. I didn't know what to make of her animal exclamations. But it was clear she wanted to wield the whip herself. I'm not a masochist and the pain was atrocious. But apparently my abused body showed a life of its own. I hated it being aroused. I hated the pain. I hated the humiliation. I hated Ruth. But I could do nothing about it.

Soon Ruth danced around me with her swinging breasts, the black bullwhip striking my helpless nudity wherever it could still find unmarred skin. By now I was sure I was bleeding all over. The soaring pain overpowered me like a life-choking tsunami in furious red and black. The screams that tried to escape from behind my gagged throat, had changed to bursts of rasping noises, and tears flowed in abundant rivers down my face, flying in all directions, thrown off into the air by my wildly shaking head.

I could not hold out further. Suddenly I did not care any more about this torture and its blazing pain. My body took over and erupted in the most violent orgasm I'd ever experienced. Never in my life had I so fearfully exploded in such blinding colours of pain and pleasure. After that, Ruth seemed to change into a moving shadow flashing before my eyes and, as everything around me became soundless, the world turned into deep blackness.





FIVE

When I opened my eyes I was lying with my head on your folded knees, with you softly dabbing my face with a wet kitchen towel. Still floating on clouds of pain, I realized that you must have loosened that hated rope on which I had hung. How long I had been lying there I don't know, but close to me on the couch I saw Ruth and Dan, both still stark naked, chatting and eating grapes. I tried to lift my body to a sitting position, but couldn't do it. My whole frame ached and I discovered that someone had bound my hands behind my back. But you helped and let me try to inspect my anatomy. Covered by dark purple and red bruises, and still in considerable pain, I seemed to be in bad shape indeed, but to my relief my skin appeared nowhere to be bloody or broken.

Then I noticed the three plates with remains of a meal, placed around me on the carpet.

"Hungry, my love?" That was your concerned voice. I looked up. You were still naked and smiling. I didn't know what to answer, even though someone had removed the panties from my mouth.

"Eat, my poor little Anne," you said, "You should eat a little. We left you some remains of our food. You see, we already had our meal." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry." My voice was unrecognizably hoarse. "Doesn't matter, my love," you said, "just go eat what's before you. Come on, there is still enough on those plates, and that way you needn't do the dishes." Saying that, you grabbed my hair and pushed my face down onto one of the dirty plates.

"Eat!"

And again I knew I had no option. There was some tepid chicken with a small lump of lukewarm mashed potato, and some cold unrecognizable greens. I tried to pick it up without using my hands. With you holding me down at the back of my head, I succeeded in licking the plate more or less clean. Some of the food remained sticking to my face. A foot shoved a second plate under my nose. And after that the third one. Your imperative hands were replaced by Ruth's two feet, pressing my face even further down into the mess.

My maltreated body still hurt badly. Nobody spoke. It seemed you were all watching me.

Once I finished, almost retching several times, you placed a bowl of water next to me. So finally I could drink and wet my dry mouth, trying to lap up the water like a dog. Like the female dog you apparently wanted me to be. My thirst quenched after a long period of lapping and slurping, I was allowed to sit on my knees, with the three of you sitting on the couch before me, munching a few last grapes. Ruth smiled at me. "Thank you Anne, that was nice," she said, "now for dessert."

It was only then that I noticed that she was busy with a hand job on her husband. He looked me straight in the eyes and ordered: "Come over here and finish your meal!"

I moved. On hands and knees. Like a frightened slave. Their slave. I had been broken. Dan and his wife Ruth had both fucked me. Then you had me hanged by my wrists naked and helpless. You all had taken my flaming pain for your sadistic enjoyment. And you, my lover, had greedily fucked Ruth on our couch in plain sight of me, fired by the pleasure of watching me suffer. Then, finally, I had been debased by having to eat and drink like a dog. I had no resistance left. No wonder the three of you had brought me to complete obedience.

Dan was big and his hairy reeking balls, hanging flaccidly below his spread thighs, swayed against my chin, as his hands forced my head up and down with my mouth over his hard dick. The smell was repugnant. Not at all like you tasted on those few occasions I had kissed yours. I had to restrain myself from using my teeth in pure fear of punishment and I almost threw up when he finally emptied himself into my mouth with thick nauseating spurts. It even came out of my nose. For a long time he held my head imprisoned as he kept pulsating his spunk into me. And above his exclamations, I heard Ruth yell at me: "Drink it Anne... drink his yoghurt...!"

When he finally released me, he looked at me with hard imperious eyes, and silently gestured me to go to his wife, sitting beside him.

Ruth laughed at my mortified face as I crawled to her on all fours, with drips of her husband's slime still on my chin. Then, invitingly, she opened her thighs...wide... showing me some of my own lover's seed still oozing from it.

I licked... Suddenly she grabbed my hair and in the frenzy of a renewed orgasm, pushed me deeper into her convulsing cunt, locking my face between her fleshy thighs.

It's the last thing I remember.





SIX

Early next morning.

In our warm bed, although with my hands tied to the headboard, I woke up with you blissfully inside me, kissing my nipples to a frenzied ecstasy. You stopped just before I peaked, just before I contracted, teasing me expertly, infinitely increasing my longing for you.

You like to keep me on the edge, keep me wanting you, wanting you inside.

Laughing, you wiped your hard member on our sheets, cleaning it from my abundant juices. Then you released my bonds and we embraced immediately. I felt so happy, that I cried like a child in your arms. You smiled down upon me and tenderly whispered, "Shush..., Shush..., don't cry my love... I'm so delighted with you..." Using our sheets again you dabbed my tears, and when I finally looked up, you said: "go fetch breakfast. Maybe after that I'll really fuck you."

I jumped out of bed, immediately wanting to please you and longing to have you back inside me. While I hurried towards the door of our bedroom, I felt something against my throat. Looking in our bedroom mirror I saw that you had given me a present. Against the background of your reflection, as you lay lazily in our bed smiling at me, I saw the studded leather dog collar you must have fixed around my neck while I slept. Close to my throat was a thick metal ring, apparently to clip on a leash. The ring carried a thin gleaming metal tag. I tried to read, mirror inverted, what was written on it.

It said 'Fluffy'.

Once back upstairs in our bedroom I carefully put the breakfast tray on the nightstand at your side, and then moved myself under the covers. Cosily lying against you, I started licking your face.

"Good doggy," you said smiling, "good Fluffy," and contentedly you nuzzled my hair.



I love you more than ever.